The man in the odd little shop placed the mug in front of my wife.
For all the transcendent properties these unnamed herbs were claimed to have, the tepid tea offered no extraordinary fragrance or appearance. If anything, it was a bit earthy and dark on the nose.
“Are you prepared?” he said to both of us.
He had warned that the tea must be drunk in the shop and that the consequences would be powerful. We didn’t have to say it out loud, but we both thought is was nonsense. Best case, if it sparked some kind of true energy in her, we would hurry back to the hotel and enjoy the effects there.
She lifted the simple stoneware and began to drink.
Another woman slipped out of the room behind the counter. She stood and watched.
She wore silk robes, something reminiscent of India. It wasn’t clear what she wanted or intended.
“Oh fuck,” my wife said.
My attention snapped back to her.
Her skin was flushed. She looked confused. Anxious.
“OH FUCK!” she said again, scrambling off the chair to her feet.
From that moment, she was a different person. Some kind of inferno was consuming her body, her mind. She ripped off every article of clothing. Not gracefully. Not perfectly. Her movements were crazed, almost incoherent.
“My fucking pussy! Oh my FUCKING PUSSY!!”
Naked, she climbed onto the counter and threw her legs open. Her pussy lips flared huge and open. Her pink little mouth was gasping. Huge, rhythmic throbs were pounding inside her clit.
We locked eyes. She grunted like an animal. She grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down.
Her hips thrust forward. Her bare pussy brushed my face, and she cried out.
Fuck, her arousal was insane. It gripped my mind and senses. I licked her. I licked her long and full.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Her sexual fever was like nothing I had ever seen. I parted her lips. I licked the entire shape of her humongous clit. I neverfelt her that engorged. She was bucking, grinding, howling. She seemed locked in a permanent orgasm.
My tongue sank into her vagina, and the contractions caught and pulled my tongue deeper. I couldn’t believe what was happening.
“It won’t be enough,” the man said.
I had forgotten they were there.
At the sound of his voice, my wife’s ravenous stare turned to the woman. She was beginning to free her body from the robe.
“Pleasuring her pussy is not enough,” he said. “She is consumed by the female sex. She needs total and complete immersion.”
My wife literally growled as the woman also climbed onto the counter and laid back. Her darkly pigmented pussy blossomed like a rose. My wife dropped and devoured it.
My cock spasmed in my pants. I was going to cum without a single touch.
I knew that despite fantasies, this moment was the first time she ever experienced making love to another woman.
On her knees now with her ass tipped up, she searched for my tongue. I attacked. I sucked and slurped her pussy from behind.
Little squirts wet my face as she feasted on the woman. She was tearing at her pussy, twisting her clit, and by the sound of it, the woman was already wracked by her first and second orgasms.
In the beautiful and pure moment of total erotic abandon, I really do think I may have glimpsed the infinite as my cock shivered.
And spurt after spurt rocketed endless streams of my sacred seed.
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