"My God!" breathed Mary Beth, and her hand fell on Sue Robin's thigh and held.
Slowly, the drums resumed a soft rhythm, but this time it was a more erotic beat. The moon Goddess had appeared, transformed from the old priestess by the trickster God, and now she glided gracefully into a dance as old as man and the memory of man. The earth Goddesses, Sue Robin mused. All of them were fertility Goddesses. And this beautiful creature was Mawu, the moon Goddess. She could also be Aphrodite and Ishtar and all the other Goddesses of beauty and sex.
The dance was slow at first and openly a sensual and suggestive. As the splendid figure swung to face directly toward Mary Beth and Sue Robin, the brunettes hand clenched suddenly on Sue Robin's thigh. She had just noticed that the dancer's cunt was as smooth as a baby's, shaven clean and rubbed with a glistening oil or some other body ointment. Like ripe pears, her pointed breasts thrust out between her sinuously weaving arms, and her prominent African buttocks arched high behind, a perfect symbol of sexuality. Her black hair was close-cropped in a modified Afro style, accenting the huge golden earring swinging from her ears.
The earrings were all she had on.
The drums throbbed a bit louder and the rhythm became even more exciting. The girl turned her back toward the white-robed watchers and faced into the darkness behind her. Her feet were spread far apart and her arms moved in restless liquid motions over her head while her hips jerked forward as if thrusting her shaven cunt at someone or something in the pitch darkness.
"She's calling somebody," Mary Beth whispered in Sue Robin's ear. Her hand on the tall blonde's thigh was no longer clutching but was now caressing slowly and lightly through the thin sheet covering it.
Something moved forward into the candlelight of the arena and Sue Robin's breath stopped. The something was a powerfully muscled young black, and he was as naked as the dancer. His dark face impassive, he took a stand on one side of the arena and folded his arms, his magnificent body easily erect.
The increasingly intimate touch of Mary Beth's hand on her thigh told Sue Robin that her sister-in-law was overwhelmed by the sight of the thick cock dangling far down between the man's parted legs. They were close enough to see clearly the head flaring like a huge pink mushroom. Sue Robin's eyes roved up and down the figure, from the close-cropped curly hair, down the sloping shoulders thick with muscles, the small taut waist, and the sinewy thighs. But always her rapt gaze returned to the massive cock between his legs. What would it be like erect? she wondered.
She looked back at the dancer, now dancing at the man, flaunting every part of her body at him with lewdly suggestive movements full of promise and mind-blowing ecstasy. Why, it's Sybil! she realized suddenly. Sybil, her childhood playmate, Aunt Clarinda's granddaughter, and an anthropology major at the university. Of course! Who would be a more likely incumbent priestess than this granddaughter of a priestess, filled with occult lore from childhood, and now studying it in the classroom as well.
Only this lithe creature teasing and tantalizing with her supple body was not a student be a Goddess of sex, alluring and confident. The pear-shaped tits jiggled and shuddered as she writhed and contorted her body, and her hips swayed and rolled and quivered in the oldest rhythm of woman. She danced nearer to the motionless man, smiling up into his face, then turning away and wriggling her protuberant buttocks at him.
It was too much for him. He still held his stance, arms folded and body motionless, but his face was coming alive with lust as he stared at the maddening female. Not only that. Mary Beth's hand on Sue Robin's thigh sought to slide under the enveloping sheet while both women gazed wide-eyed at the awesome cock as it, too, responded to the irresistible magic and began to rise like a sorcerer's wand preparing to summon still more demons to the meeting.
A wide smile of triumph illuminated the face of the dusky dancer and her eyes flashed in the candlelight. Still she whirled and gesticulated with her body, provoking the man. His cock continued to rise, at the same time swelling as if it were being inflated by some invisible pump.
The air seemed still, and Sue Robin felt heat coursing through her body, although the place had been comfortably cool before. Moisture gathered at her armpits and between her thighs, and heat rose through her loins up to her breasts. She licked her lips, and continued licking them softly. She was hardly aware of her sister-in-law's searching hand, now under the sheet and caressing the bare flesh of her thigh. She wondered briefly about the other watchers, and tried to look toward them, but her head would not turn. She could not look away from the scene before her.
The great cock was now fully aroused, erect, aimed up at the face of the tantalizing creature dancing before it. Her face showed mischievous, feminine triumph, but the face of the man was now pleading for satisfaction. But still he did hot move his body.
The drums throbbed louder yet, and the rhythm changed to become even more excitingly erotic. The dancer's body glistened with sweat and ointment, and lust mingled with the triumphant look on her face. Her chocolate-brown buttocks writhed and jerked as she improvised endlessly new and more daring movements of her body to torment the man.
Suddenly he dropped to his knees, his upper body arching backward in a slight bow, and his cock rose even more prominently, a living phallic pillar in a pagan temple. Now the dancer whirled and soared above him like a triumphant rooster in a cockfight. Closer and closer her thrusting, hairless cunt teased at the throbbing dong. Swooping in a low graceful dip, she brushed her hand over the cock in a swift caress.
Sue Robin clenched, her teeth. Her heart was beating faster, seemingly in rhythm with the prodding drums. She felt as if she were the dancer, caught in the spell of some demonic sorceress of sex using her body like a living incantation. She felt Mary Beth's hot moist hand on the inside of her thigh, right up against her pussy, but she did nothing to hinder her.
The caresses came more frequently as the dancer-priestess-Goddess incarnate demonstrated her complete power over the kneeling man who pleaded with his face and with his throbbing cock. Supple as a snake, she bent all the way down and touched her lips to the glistening head of his tool.
Jumpin. Jupiter! Sue Robin thought. Why doesn't he bounce up and grab her and rape her? What's holding him? But her own body was held fixedly to the bench on which she sat. The drink? Black magic? Voodoo? She couldn't move any more than the man could move.
Apparently Mary Beth could move her hand, or was that being controlled by the spell, too? The fingers were now lightly stroking the soft mat of hair covering Sue Robin's pussy.
The dancer leaped nearer and dropped in a squatting posture right over the erect cock as the kneeling man arched back even farther. The puffy lips of the hairless cunt seemed to gape as they jerked nearer and nearer the smooth triangular cockhead. Then they touched, but only for the briefest instant. A silent laugh seemed to float up from the dancer's lips as she leaped away and continued her tormenting movements.
"Look!" Mary Beth's whisper in Sue Robin's ear was unnecessary. The blonde had never stopped looking. Now! she thought. Now!
The man was slowly rising to his feet again, and the look of pleading was changing to one of confidence. His feet moved and he gradually picked up the rhythm of the drums, moving toward the whirling woman. Her triumphant expression changed, too, becoming one of alarm as the powerfully muscled male danced after her, his huge cock swaying threateningly toward her. He loomed over her, and her body seemed to grow even smaller.
Gone was her arrogance. The candles formed a square area which she could not break through, though she danced at the edges, seeming to seek escape.
Her movements were quieter now, and she cowered, bending nearer the ground, while her pursuer came closer and closer. The drum beats changed abruptly and she fell to her knees. The thudding softened and the rhythm was more caressing than urgent. The man walked in front of the kneeling woman and stood facing her. His hand went out, slid behind her head, and drew it to him, toward the pulsing cock that reared higher than ever from his loins.
Her lips stretched wide to encase the pink head briefly, then slid back off and her tongue thrust out to lick the smooth knob. Her head moved lowered as she lapped with her darting tongue up and down the quivering black shaft, and even around the dangling balls. Again she took the knob in her mouth and moved her head up and down in slow sensual strokes. Her attitude was complete submission now; his was triumph.
Mary Beth's smooth fingers were plowing through her cunt hair now, and playing along the soft lips of her slit, but Sue Robin didn't care. In fact, she welcomed it; otherwise the tension of the drama before her would have been more than she could stand.
The drumbeats changed again. Pulling her head off the huge cock, the woman twisted about and fell forward on her elbows, her back swayed downward in a bow and her firm swelling buttocks thrust up toward the man. Her knees were braced wide apart on the ground.
For a moment he stood eyeing the exciting mounds of dark flesh, separated by the long narrow valley. Then he dropped to his knees between hers and his hands caressed her flanks, her curved back. As he reached forward and under to seize her breasts his cockhead brushed against her ass and slid under. Her body quivered.
He drew back, gripped his cock by the shaft and lashed her lightly across the asscheek with the thick rod. She flinched each time, but the smile spreading over her face was not a grimace of pain but of pleasure. Again he slapped her quivering cheeks, then rested his rigid cock upright in the valley between. The knob glistened with her saliva.
Raising one hand, she reached back between her widespread thighs and seized the tool, and rubbing the head up and down her juicy slot to get it further lubricated with her own moisture, she guided the bulging head until the tip of it rested just in the entrance to her cunt.
They were in profile to the two women watching them spellbound, and both women could clearly see the black piston sliding forward slowly, into the dark valentine of Sybil's uptilted ass. The crouching love-Goddess quivered and writhed with slow-mounting pleasure as she felt the blunt cudgel forcing its way into the sensitive tunnel of her cunt.
Sue Robin's lower lip was gripped between her teeth and her breasts heaved with passion. Not that the slim fingers pressing into her own juicy pussy were anything like the engorged cock penetrating Sybil from behind, but they were sufficiently satisfying to relieve part of her lust. Mary Beth no longer pretended innocence and ignorance; she knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers. The vibrator must have taught her something, Sue Robin thought briefly.
To the steady throb of the muted drums, the man fucked slowly and deeply, riding forward now until his belly pressed solidly against the sensitive curve of Sybil's buttocks. Each time he drew his cock almost out on his backstroke, she rode back to meet his new drive, but as he sank in and continued to surge forward, his powerful body carried her graceful frame ahead of him until she almost pitched on her face. Yet he was never brutal in his thrusts. Just complete.
Her wide sensual lips parted and rounded in a soundless cry of ecstasy on each stroke, both back and forth. The beautiful curves of her body and the massive muscles of his flowed together and writhed in the candlelight. Her head lifted and arched back with the intense rapture of her sensations, but they still kept in rhythm with the drums.
Mary Beth's fingertip probed expertly at Sue Robin's erect little clit, then rode over it to slide into her overflowing pussy. Back and forth she moved her hand, matching the fucking couple in the arena. Sue Robin felt rather than heard the moans coming from her sister-in-law's throat, and she wondered: What the hell is she doing to herself? But she couldn't take her gaze away from the candlelit arena to look at her companion. She was moving her hips back and forth on the bench to accommodate the rhythm of the fingers prodding and massaging inside her cunt.
As if sensing the approaching climax of the couple in the arena, the drums speeded up gradually. Releasing his partner's breasts, the man reached across her back and seized her neck fiercely. His other arm wrapped under her belly to hold her tightly as his drives speeded up, becoming more violent. Her mouth writhed now as if in agony, for she was caught firmly in his cruel grasp, unable to move from the merciless penetration of his steel-hard cock. Harder and harder he drove into her, and the wet, slapping sound of their meeting bodies was audible in the dark room.
Her groans and cries were audible, too. Gone was the proud, arrogant love-Goddess, tantalizing the helpless man. Instead, she had become a helpless but still writhing target for his spearing cock plunging deeply into her. But just as Sue Robin was feeling compassion for the raped creature, Sybil tried out, an unmistakable cry of orgasmic ecstasy. Her trapped body twisted and jerked like a hooked eel, but not to escape the barb inside her. She threw herself back on it harder while her sharp little cries mounted to the invisible ceiling and the drums pounded faster.
Then the man jerked back, hauling out his inflamed cock just as the first gush of creamy sperm splashed out and over the small of Sybil's back. He held it while the second burst erupted over her quivering asscheeks. Then he drove it back into her eager cunt and she sighed with rapture as she felt it fill her again with its solid, stretching weight and its squirting fluid.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Sue Robin stifled her own cries with her fist shoved hard into her gaping mouth, and her body jerked through a climax, brought on by Mary Beth's fingers. Just as she subsided through a last weak spasm, she felt Mary Beth bouncing on the bench, and heard her muffled cries behind her clenched lips.
Like dying characters in a ballet, the two dark figures in the arena slowly collapsed into a boneless heap. Suddenly the candles blinked out.
What now? Sue Robin wondered. What else can possibly happen now? Her panting breath gradually slowed down while she sat, waiting.
A small candle flame came from the darkness, moving toward the other watchers on the benches. Then, one by one, they were led out of the room.
It seemed that a long time passed while the two women sat motionless and silent in the blackness of the room. Finally Mary Beth was led away, and after five or ten minutes the white-robed guide escorted Sue Robin back to the room where she had left her clothes.
As she quickly pulled on her clothes, she heard a muffled laugh: "He! He! He!"
Why, that old dear! she smiled. Aunt Minerva. Imagine the old lady still getting her kicks at her age.
Blindfolded again, she was led through several turns, and then upstairs, and finally she felt the outdoors night air on her face. The blindfold was taken off.
"My God!" Mary Beth exclaimed softly. "I can't believe it, Sue Robin. I simply can't believe it!"
"You'd better believe it, honey," the blonde replied. "And you'd better never say anything about it, not to anybody. Not even to Bobby Lee."
"I know," the other said solemnly. "Let's get out of here. I need a drink of something."
Another one? Sue Robin wondered, surprised. She still felt the effects of Aunt Clarinda's love-potion, or whatever she called that dressed-up corn likker drink.