The sun was high in the desert sky, and still Hunter had not appeared at the dig like he threatened. Katt wondered if Hunter had been picked up by the police. She spoke with Ted about it, but he had heard nothing. Finally, she asked Ted to send Sandor to speak with Hazun.
Sandor returned a short while later saying that Hazun was just as puzzled as they were. His sahib had not returned last evening as expected.
Throughout the morning, Katt worked side by side with Ted. The workers had unearthed several bone shards, and it was a couple of these that Katt held ready to foist on Hunter as their sole finds. By noon, Hunter had still not put in an appearance.
Katt decided that she would take her kit home and date the skeletal bones beneath the bed, and begin treating them. She would have Sandor stand guard outside the hut and alert her if Hunter should appear. She knew she could also count of Bhadra to assist her.
But Hunter did not interrupt her work that afternoon either.
Ted arrived early and reminded Katt, "There is a meeting of the cult tonight. I think you should stop now and bathe."
No one wore clothing at the meeting. Katt and Ted disrobed in one of the tiny dressing rooms provided. They hung their clothes neatly on wall hooks.
"Ted, I'm scared," Katt murmured when her skirt had been hung and every crease smoothed out of it.
"You are beautiful, and a much awaited treat for these Indians. They are all taken with blonde-haired women. Don't be frightened. They are a kind, loving people, and will treat you with respect. You already know three of them."
"I do?"
"Bhadra, Sandor and Hazun."
"They are all members of the cult?"
"Yes, ma'am. And so am I." Her husband smiled at her, and his voice softened. "I will be with you."
"Promise to stay with me until I loosen up?"
Ted nodded and held the door open for her. Heart in her throat, Katt stepped forward with her fears, determined to face the sea of strange new faces.
It felt as if a thousand eyes were on her, when there was only fortytwo sets. Noisy conversation petered out. The quiet became deafening.
Katt blushed from head to toe and pressed against Ted. His arm came around her waist, and she found comfort and courage in it.
In a voice that easily carried throughout the entire room, Ted said with pride, "I would like to introduce my wife and fellow archaeologist, Katt MacNeil."
Everyone seemed to murmur greetings at once. Still they were very orderly as they fell into a ragged line and filed past her, shaking her hand and telling her who they were.
It was the craziest feeling Katt had ever had. Here she was, standing nude, in a receiving line, being formally introduced to men and women just as naked as she was!
The really odd thing was that not one of the men let their hands or even their eyes wander lower than her face. They did not make any lewd remarks, or smirk knowingly. She might have been the belle of the ball, dressed in a gown and wearing a tiara on her head.
Katt began to relax and enjoy the pleasant exchange with those who spoke English. She felt Ted's sustaining arm fall from around her waist.
The first man in line was also the last man in line. Katt vaguely remembered Ted saying that he was the head man of the cult and calling him High Principal. He took her hand again and spoke to both her and Ted.
"It is our unanimous agreement that you will not undergo the normal initiation, Katt MacNeil. It is obvious to us that you are a bit nervous, and we have no wish to put you through any undue stress. Your husband is a member of good standing here. Therefore, we shall forego the sperm ceremony and begin the Kama Sutra instructions."
Ted was impressed. Nothing of this nature had ever occurred in any of the Indian cults he had belonged to in twenty years. Evidently, the High Principal and the other males really had the hots for Katt, and were taking no chances of her being offended by their unusual rituals.
"We are honoured, High Principal," he replied, bending his head downward. With proper respect in his voice for the High Principal Of Desire, Ted said, "You would do me greater honour, to be the first one to instruct my wife."
Dazed, Katt stood there, listening, and still didn't believe what was happening. Ted was offering her cunt to this tall, elegant man of India whom he referred to as, "High Principal Of Desire."
"The honour shall be mine. Come…" He held out a broad, dark hand to Katt.
She did not look at Ted. She firmly placed her hand in his and let him lead her away.
The High Principal Of Desire took her through the room with a striking, cathedral ceiling. Tall gold candelabras softened, and cast an impression of opulence over the plump pillows and low couches that seemed to be grouped here and there. The room was a study of subtle, muted colours of the desert.
As they climbed up three steps, she realized they were on a broad stage, overlooking the entire room. In the center was a bed, to the left of it, an armless lounge and a couple of straight back chairs. To the right of it were more desert coloured floor cushions in opulent fabrics scattered about. And above them, of all things, hung a swing from a beam in the ceiling.
Speaking gently, so as not to frighten her more, the High Principal spoke softly to Katt. "Shall we just lay down on the bed, side by side and talk a moment? Your heart is beating like that of a frightened bird." He drew her down so that they lay facing each other.
"You are a beautiful woman… beautiful." He ran his hands over her arms, but was careful to avoid touching her breasts. "Are you frightened of me, or of so many eyes?" he asked kindly.
"Not afraid, actually. Just skittish."
"You have made love to a man other than your husband?"
"Yes."
"Then it is doing it before his eyes that worries you?"
"No, not that," Katt admitted, not understanding it herself. "I have made love to a man in front of my husband."
"Then you are ready. I am always first, since it is my right as the head of this cult. Although I waved the sperm ritual, I will now claim it for myself. You see, I enjoy the oral, mutual pleasure of the Kama Sutra, which you most likely refer to as the "69'."
Katt glanced down at his cock for the first time. It was about six inches long at full stand. Pinkish-brown in colour, it was slender and had a small head. It would certainly not gag her. She was pleased.
"It is my duty to begin your teachings in control. In this side by side position, we will stimulate each other until we feel the juice begin to rise. Then, we will break contact. You may still use your fingers to stimulate me, to keep my cock stiff, and I will continued to stimulate you.
"When the danger of orgasm has passed, we will resume oral contact. In this manner, we will be able to prolong our sex act for hours. It is possible, if you are very adept at the art of building tension in me, of maintaining it at a high level without letting me climax. Then I will reward you with continual orgasms like you have never before had."
"Why would not you wish to cum many times also?"
"Ahhh, you will learn that answer for yourself-soon. But I will tell you this. Such prolonged tension, in a man, is a coveted act, for when he does ultimately ejaculate, the sensations are vastly intensified."
"I may touch any part of your body?"
"Any part."
His fingers traced an arc around her nipple and as Katt watched, her brain sent a message to her nerve centres. She felt an erotic tug at her uterus, and a warmth flood her abdominal area.
The High Principal Of Desire's prick had risen stiffly long before he had touched her glorious breast, for he had sneaked a peek at her bush.
It was not seemly for him to be so taken with her golden hair. Yet he was, and he struggled to conceal his vulnerability to her as well as to his cult followers. Truth be known, the High Principal was somewhat nervous himself. What if he should disgrace himself, and cum in her mouth, before the minimum hour was up?
Katt did not find the man of India all that sexy or attractive. But she did become excited thinking about him sucking her pussy. Also, Ted and all the others would be watching him do it to her.
Determined to show restraint this time in her lovemaking, Katt reached down and began to lightly stroke the High Principal's cock.
In turn, he insinuated a finger into the core of Katt's tight, lubricating pussy and wriggled it around. Gazing down at his hand against the blonde hair, he realized it was a grave mistake to look at her pussy. It would be his undoing. His cock lurched drunkenly in her hand.
Flushed, Katt knew he was going to work her into a froth and then not let her cum. She tried to keep her body from reacting to his fingers.
To her chagrin, she seemed to have little control over her body's response. It did it without her permission. She would disgrace herself and Ted by acting like a slut.
"I'll never learn restraint," she whispered to her new consort.
"Do you find me that desirable?" he inquired, sounding pleased rather than the other way around.
Katt told the truth without bruising the man's ego. "You are driving me crazy."
He whispered, "You are also tempting me. I shall have to keep my eyes closed and not gaze upon the fair hair as I go down on you."
"You are taken with the colour?"
He nodded a bit shamefully.
"In the United States, there are many blonde women."
Her eyes closed dreamily and her pelvis began to thrust rhythmically as the High Principal's finger probed her depths deliciously, then came out to caress her clit. Katt stirred faster, her heart in a flutter.
Suddenly, she felt hopeless. She was going to come off right now. She couldn't hold back.
Couldn't…
As his fingers moved slowly over her love-bud, Katt became more agitated. Harsh, breathy moans of desire welled up in her throat and seemed to fill the small room.
Instantly, he pulled his hand away. Katt's eyes flew open. She was aquiver.
Gazing at her, he smiled slightly and winked. "You are beautiful when your face is all flushed with desire-for me," he added and pivoted around on the bed in the 69 position.
Katt had crashed out of passion and into reality. This surprised her.
Why did she have to learn restraint to heighten her orgasmic pleasure?
It was already so intense at times that it nearly drove her mad when she came.
The spicy musk of his hot sex emanated from him as his crotch came even with her face. It was a pleasant smell, even heady. She took his prick in her hand. It jerked excitedly. She wondered how long he would be able to keep teasing her without driving himself to orgasm in the process? Was there a trick to holding off? If so, she wished she knew what the hell it was. She should have asked Ted.
Ted… Katt's glance held the room, at least that part that was in her line of vision. She did not spot Ted.
But Ted was there, watching her from a soft lounge deep in the room.
With him was Bhadra and Sandor and Hazun. The latter was speaking softly to Ted about Hunter.
The High Principal's eyes honed in on her pussy and she began to feel on shaky ground. Even so, he spread her legs and looked at the pink perfection snuggled in the center of the soft, blonde curls. He took an in-depth look at her cunt. It was wide open before him.
Katt felt him spread her open and inspect her pussy. She held her leg up for him, stuck her tongue out and licked the drop of oil off his cock slit. It tasted salty and rich and she lapped the head again and again.
Inviting, exciting, he wanted to drive his tongue into her pussy and feel that golden muff hair caress his face. But mindful of his position, the High Principal slid his head between her thighs and delicately titillated her flesh with his tongue, holding himself in check. Another strike against him was that he wanted to make her climax in his mouth. Instead, he must keep her from doing so. It was his duty to teach her to build sexual tension for as long as possible. Excitedly horny, he thrust his tongue in and out of her slit anyway.
A cunnilingus lover, Katt jerked and cried out with the thrill of it.
The High Principal Of Desire had an experienced tongue, but it was not as good as Ted's. Still, it had a magic about it as it flitted here and there, touching her clit only briefly. For certain, he was taking no chance of her cumming just yet.
At least, that is what Katt thought, until she felt his mouth leach onto her pussy and ravenously suck at her juices, making her quiver all over. Confused, she felt her desires catapult toward heightened excitement.
Katt thrust her hips up and down. Rapidly, the tension of climax built toward a peak. "Eat it! Suck it! Oh, God, yes!" Katt hissed as his mouth turned into a sucking machine.
This lusty lady was loving his mouth! He plunged his tongue deeper in her hole and tongue-fucked her lustily. His cock had never been harder, nor his balls so spring-loaded, so he had to be cautious. He wouldn't be able to tease her much longer, or he would be the one facing an unwarranted orgasm.
When the High Principal's tongue delved deep inside her asshole, Katt's body writhed and she mashed her cunt against his face.
"I'm going to cum in your mouth!" she warned, and crammed his cock into her own mouth.
The High Principal Of Desire grunted and stopped his ravenous eating.
He shoved her hips away from him and cautiously eased his hips back, drawing his cock from her mouth before he spilled his load.
To Katt's amazement, the High Principal brought her to the summit time after time. She could only assume that she had done the same for him.
Nearly two unbelievable hours later, he finally let her cum. Multiple orgasms roll through her. Like exquisite items on an assembly line, they just kept coming, feeding through her. She was dizzy, her body strained to the limit of ecstasy, and still they rolled on. At one point, her mouth filled with jism and she gulped it down. When he stopped sucking her off, Katt did not know. She thought she had fainted, for when she came around, Ted was beside her on the bed, and her lover had gone.
Ted assured himself that his wife was all right.
"Was it good?"
"Glorious orgasm," she whispered weakly.
Ted smiled. "That's what we all say after the first lesson in control."
"I had no idea why he wanted me to hold off… what he was talking about… Oh, God, darling, it was worth it!"
One of the women brought a glass of wine to her. Katt sat up, leaned against the headboard of the bed and accepted it gratefully. As she sipped the heady wine, she watched the woman go to the foot of the bed.
The woman crawled up between Katt's legs and moved them apart.
Eyes round, Katt gazed about her. "Ted-what…"
Ted reached for Katt's hand and squeezed it. "She lubricates you for the next man."
"Is it going to be another lesson in restraint?" Katt allowed the woman to part her legs and even scrunched down on the bed so she had plenty of room to perform her duty.
Ted chuckled. "Despite the pleasure, you hate that, don't you? Well, you will learn that it does have its advantages. Restraint is practiced, yes, but mostly, the rest of your initiation is the instruction of position."
"Good, I'm not sure I can stand more restraint tonight. My orgasm was ecstasy in its purest form. It must have been. No human could possibly stand it any more pure. But I want to be balled hard and fast now."
"You must still restrain yourself or the High Principal will feel that he has failed with his first lesson. Are you ready for another lesson?"
Ted asked, glancing at his watch.
"With you?"
"No. As your husband, I will be last. It would be ill-mannered to go before the others." He raised his hand and beckoned to someone.
Out of the crowd came a short, heavy-set man. His penis was big, perhaps eight inches long, and nearly as thick as Ted's.
When the man stepped up on the platform, the Indian woman got off the bed and smeared lubricant on his poker-stiff erection.
"This is Jhansa, darling," he reminded her, sure that Katt had not caught his name the first time around. "He does not speak English, so I will tell you… he does 'the swing'." Ted left her with the man then.
Smiling, Jhansa took her hand and gently guided her from the bed. He took the glass of wine from her hand and sat it on a low table.
He led her to the swing and sat her in it. Then, he started her swinging gently.
Having read about the position, Katt knew what to expect. Finding it exciting, she did her part by raising her legs and spreading them apart. She was thankful for the heavy dose of lubrication with which the woman had laved her pussy.
A few feet in front of her, Jhansa planted his feet wide to brace himself. His pelvis strained forward, in a direct line with her pussy hole.
Highly aroused herself, Katt couldn't wait to swing into him and spear herself. She believed this was definitely not sex that either of them would be expected to exhibit restraint.
The man gave her another little push and stepped closer.
Katt swayed forward.
Jhansa had adeptly aimed his cock correctly and it dipped into her hole.
Katt gasped, finding herself swinging backward almost before her mind registered that she had been penetrated by eight randy inches of meat.
She was pleased to hear Jhansa groan too. It meant that he was just as excited by 'the swing' as she was and would not wish to hold off their orgasms.
Back and forth she swung, and each time, he penetrated her cunt, until Katt was so highly aroused that she needed longer contact. Just a second longer would get her off. She could not get off on such short, quick jabs.
Katt cried out to Jhansa, hoping he would somehow understand what she wanted him to do.
"Grab the swing! Stop it and fuck me!"
He did not react. Katt found her desire building to a screaming pitch.
Back and forth, back and forth. Her pussy was sopping wet with juices intermixed with the lube. She opened her mouth and flung her head backwards in desperate, wild need.
Half-mad with lust, she wondered how would the High Principal take it if she jumped out of the swing, dragged her lover to the ground, and impaled herself on his cock.
Saving her from herself in the nick of time, he grabbed hold of her ass as she swung forward and held her cunt locked tight on his spitting cock.
"Argh! God! Yes! Cum in me!"
As his erupting shaft foamed tons of jism into her, Jhansa's pelvis thrust spasmodically, setting his round belly quivering like a bowl full of Jello. Orgasmic, his prick continued to jerk and rampage in her cunt until it had cast out the last glob of spunk.
At the same time, Katt's milky juices let go. Tremendous pleasure swept through her, leaving nothing untouched. Her body stiffened, her muscles locked in unyielding ecstasy. As every gush of fluid struck her womb, Katt shrieked with bliss.
Afterwards, the magnificence of the sensations shocked Katt, leaving her weak and shaken. The unpretentious looking man was a master at making love to a woman in the swing. Katt knew she would never pick him as a potential lover under any other conditions. Yet what a glorious experience she would have missed. From that point on, she would certainly pay less attention to looks and more to talent.
Fleetingly, she remembered how sure she had been that Hunter would be a good lover, because he had the muscular build, the devil-may-care approach, the whole nine yards. And she had been somewhat disappointed after he had made love to her.
Hunter Beal hadn't even come close to giving her these astounding climaxes. No, he hadn't been able to match the unsurpassed climaxes that these two cult members had given her. And neither man could, by any stretch of the imagination, be considered hunks.
To her delight, Jhansa's prick did not lose its virility when he withdrew it from her pussy. Katt would have liked to ask him to fuck her in the swing again. But Ted was beside her now, telling her it was time for her third lover.
Katt let her arms fall away from Jhansa's neck, and unlocked her ankles from his thick waist.
Jhansa's stout arms let her down gently, until her feet touched the floor. Then, he lifted Katt's hand, held it and spoke solemnly to Ted in Hindi.
Ted translated. "Jhansa wants you to know that you are an incredible fuck. He gets that you will allow him the honour of screwing you again, after your initiation is complete."
"If it is allowed, I'd let him screw me again right now."
"It is not."
"Tell him that he is a terrific lover and I would be delighted to swing with him-often."
Grinning, Ted relayed the message.
Jhansa bowed himself out.
"I can't remember when I've ever been so hot for a woman." Ted's eyes glittered with need and longing as he gazed at his wife. "I hope you have enough energy left to give me a screw when we get home."
Katt smiled. "I will. But why wait until we get home?"
"It would not be polite here."
"What about in the jeep on the way home? I do have to sit on your lap," she reminded him with a wicked little wriggle of her brows.
"That you do," he said, "but it might be a mighty bouncy fuck."
"Oo-la-la!"
Ted chuckled. "We fuck on the way home. Sandor can't get any more horny than he already is. He and Hazun have been fucking themselves silly tonight. They watch you until they can stand it no longer, and then they fuck one of the women. I've noticed, always in a position which allows them to continue viewing you."
Seeing that her husband still had an incredible hard-on, she said, "And is this my fault too? Haven't you fucked anyone yet?"
Ted nodded his head. "Had to once, or waste my load on the floor. Are you ready for another lesson?"
"Yes.
"Galpur!"
Eagerly awaiting his turn, a young man no more than nineteen lunged forward.
"Galpur spent two years studying in the States. You can communicate with him." As the young man came up the steps, Ted went down.
Katt saw that Galpur had a small cock and though very eager, was also very nervous.
"Hello, Galpur. What position are you going to teach me?"
He bowed his head politely. "Two birds flying together."
"Ahhh, that sounds exciting." Katt couldn't recall the position, but didn't let it worry her. She would let the young man instruct her, and perhaps he would lose some of his nervousness by doing so.
"You would come with me to the bed?"
Katt, still seated in the swing, took his offered hand and let him draw her to the bed.
"If you will lay down on your back…"
Katt climbed on the bed and stretched out. The mattress was hard, but it felt good to be laying down.
Galpur was handsome. He crouched over her, his legs widespread, one on each side of her thighs. Then, he knelt, and entered her cunt.
Wishing his cock was larger, Katt nevertheless enjoyed the feel of him inside her.
"Now, you should keep your legs tight together and lock your ankles. My cock is small. This position makes your cunt grip my tool more tightly and therefore enhances both our pleasures."
Far from being ashamed of his size, Galpur was matter-of-fact about it.
Which made sense. There was nothing he couldn't compensate for by using a pressure-enhancing position. Clever!
To Katt's surprise, Galpur began to thrust and kiss and fondle her breasts right off. She enjoyed the sensation of holding her pussy tightly around his cock. It made it seem as big as any she had ever had. His mouth and hands certainly knew their way around a woman's breasts.
"Your cock feels so good inside me," Katt whispered, thrusting her pelvis up to meet his plunges.
"Your pussy grips my small cock very tightly. I could hardly wait my turn to screw you." A funny look crossed his face. "But please, don't tell anyone that I said that."
"I won't tell on you if you don't tell them how many times I came while you fucked me!"
Galpur's eyes widened. "You that hot already?"
"You've turned my pussy into an inferno." With deliberate intent, Katt contracted her muscles on his dick.
Galpur audibly caught his breath. He clasped her tight and kissed her lips hungrily, demandingly. His hands moved over her tits wildly, squeezing and kneading.
Katt thrust herself back and forth on Galpur's prick, her buttocks clasped and relaxed rapidly with her movements. This was a chance to get off a couple of times with no one the wiser. God only knew what would happen during her next fuck.
Katt's heart lurched, and she felt absolutely like a witch in heat as she worked her finger up and down the young man's crack. Hot desire flamed through every fibre of her being. She moaned and began to pant.
"Fuck me faster, darling. Harder! I'm wild for your prick! You're going to make me cum, darling!"
The young man felt her finger on his anus and started hammering into her cunt with urgency. He was certain that his rod was steelier and bigger than it had ever been.
In the dim room, Ted watched, knowing for damned sure what Katt was up to. However, he did not think that anyone else would be aware of it.
Ted stared at Galpur's brown butt pumping up and down, driving his cock into Katt's golden hole.
Ted began to beat his meat, suppressing his need to groan. His eyes never left his wife's thrashing body. Viscous fluids whirled in his balls, and his dick grew more and more dense. Either he had to fuck someone or spill his cum on the floor. He drew the nearest woman in front of him, bent her over in the good old American "doggie position" and slid his prick into her cunt.
Galpur groaned as Katt's pussy squeezed down on his cock. Her cries of,
"I'm cumming!" drove him wild. Jackhammering into her cunt, he shot off his boiling nuts in flaming spurts.
Watching this sensuous display, Ted frantically jerked his dick in and out of the Indian woman's cunt and splashed it full of sperm.
Katt felt Galpur try to pull out of her and clung to him. "Fuck me again."
"It is not allowed. One time only."
Disappointed, she let him go. She closed her eyes and waited for Ted to come and tell her of her fourth lover. But he did not come right away.
"Sorry, darling. I got so horny that I just had to empty my balls," Ted said, still breathing heavy. "You ready?"
Nodding, Katt decided that it was time that she actually was allowed to watch Ted fuck another cunt.
"Armbala!"
To her surprise, Armbala was old. He had white hair and a somewhat wrinkled face. One lesson Katt had learned well already. She did not discount his talents because of his looks.
"Armbala does not speak English. His special is penetration from behind."
"Anal?"
"No."
Contrary to most women, Katt was disappointed. However, she still had a warm, welcoming smile for him as he approached.
"Armbala wants you on the floor on all fours, legs spread wide. Keep your arms stiff. Kneeling, he will enter you from the rear, darling."
With that, Ted left the stage.
At once, Katt got down on the floor and assumed the required position.
Despite his age, Armbala had a stiff cock and it was of a hefty size too. There would be no need to lock her thighs together for him.
Taking his position behind her, the unsmiling old man patted her buttocks gently.
She didn't know what to expect next from this older man. But whatever he intended to do with her, she was willing to try, to share and to learn. Wasn't that why she'd agreed to join this sexual cult?