A Dream of the Place of Rituals

I was laying on my back when they came to me.

The grass was lush and thick underneath my back and had that certain springiness that I associate with deep vegetation or pine needles but without the prickly points. I could hear the quiet susurration of the river as it meandered past a dozen feet or so from where I lay prone and gazing at the full moon directly overhead, gleaming through the wispy clouds but not quite bright enough to wash out the stars.

A breeze stirred the grass as they approached me, their voices drifting on the wind as they sang without words in perfect three-part harmony. Their music caused my muscles to slowly relax, tension ebbing away with the lilting of their notes. Flame flickered in my peripheral vision, and I turned my head to see them.

They filed through the archway and into the circle of standing stones gowned in shades of green though the fabric was thin enough that with the breeze nothing was left to the imagination. They bore white candles that flickered with the movement of the air currents, and they cupped the tips to protect their fires.

Aside from their gowns, they were all different. They were led by a figure petite in stature but full in curves, with hair of chestnut brown and blue eyes. She smiled at me as she walked past towards the pedestal closest to the river. Behind her came an Amazon, or Viking maid. With nearly white-blonde hair and eyes the shade of storm clouds, she'd be closest to my height of the three, though still shorter by enough to notice easily. The serious one, she peeled off Southward, towards the pedestal beneath the vast tree. The last and youngest by the rondure of her features was nervous. Hair so dark as to be almost black was pulled into a pair of braids and with eyes to match she looked a shadow come alive. She stopped almost immediately upon entering, next to the main pedestal before the altar. The music wove and rose in intricate twists of melody until each woman was in her place and then, as one, the music stopped and the candles touched the tops of the pedestals, igniting the oil residing there.

The stone circle was immediately lit by the dancing flames as they reflected off the tiny crystals embedded in the deep gray of the stone. My eyes were drawn back to the ascendant moon, stately against the black canvas of the night, and as I gazed upon the warm light there, another sound joined those of the river and the wind: the sound of fabric sliding down and off of the three women's bodies.

The singing began again as the trio approached me from different directions, becoming more welcoming and familiar with each step. I opened my mouth as I felt the need to join with them, and so I did, my own deeper voice merging with theirs as they came into view. All three of them were gloriously nude, the beauty of their curves on display before the moon and the circle and before me as well.

The all knelt around me, close enough that they our bodies could touch with any adjustment on just one of our parts. They knelt around my head, the soft smell of jasmine, honeysuckle, and lilac drifting towards me from their respective skins. Their breasts lay proudly pointed towards me and outlined against the sky. The leader was directly above my recumbent form, the tall woman to my left and the dark youngster, obviously a woman fully grown but new to her laurels, positioned herself nervously to my right. Music still drifted from us all as one when the first woman bent down and kissed me.

Her lips were soft and tasted tart and sweet, like some kind of berry. Instinctively my lips began to move with hers, dancing together in slowly building passion. At the sides, I could feel the other two women running their hands over my body, a thin layer of cloth all that separated their skin from my own.

And then that barrier began to be removed as well.

I felt the cold steel against my flesh before I saw any sign of the blades, but each of the women had one from what I could tell, and each of them held an edge so wickedly sharp that the fabric I wore didn't even provide resistance, since they slid through it like a fish through water. The deftness of their movement and the fact that their soft caresses and tender kisses didn't abate soothed me, keeping me calm despite the nearness of the sharp implements.

They made short work of my vestments, lifting the pieces of cloth free. I lifted slightly so that the tall one could pull the last of it from underneath me and then the youngest gathered the bundle of cloth and walked back towards the altar leaving me to the lips of the leader and the then joining hands of the warrior which slid over my body almost reverently as it felt the tone of my muscles and the coarse hair of my belly and chest.

There was a whispered incantation on the wind and then a flash as the clothes caught in the primary flame, an offering perhaps and signal of what was yet to come.

I felt the mother's lips pull reluctantly from my own before she began to kiss her way down my form just as the strong hands began to glide back up towards my head. They caressed my face and then held my cheeks as she, the warrior woman, bent and kissed me in turn.

About that time the maiden knelt where the warrior once had placed herself and began to touch me as well, though her hands were more exploratory and inexperienced. This was also about the time that the leader of the triune reached my cock and began to lick me slowly to life.

I gasped into the kiss of the tall blonde and she took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, her tongue aggressively seeking my own in a passionate challenge. I rose to the occasion in more ways then one under the ministrations of the three beauties.

When my length was hard and pointing proudly to the watching moon, the Amazon whispered something to me and grinned, offering me her breasts to suckle and lick enthusiastically, occasionally leaning back down to let our lips dance together again. The dark one began to move with more confidence, as her exploration began to include kisses on my chest and a soft tongue too as she tasted my skin. The mother let out a happy sound as her full body slid along my shaft, leaving a wet trail of precum on her skin as she lined up her wetness with the tip and slowly lowered herself, taking myself inside of her waiting pussy inch by glorious inch.

As she began to shift her weight forward and backwards, riding my cock and moaning in soft tones, the warrior woman broke off the kiss, bit my lip to draw a bead of blood, and then began to straddle my chest, facing away from me so that she could caress the mother's form as their lips met. The aroma of her wetness so close to me was intoxicating, impossible to resist, so I slide a finger into her depths, a gasp escaping her through the kiss she was sharing, and then she too began to rock.

With the other two occupied, the youngest moved up steadily to my lips, and after a pause we began to kiss each other. There was a sweetness and inexperienced touch to her, but she was enthusiastic and slipped her tongue into my mouth, which I began to suck which after her initial shock, she began to relax and enjoy.

I lay there with the trio of beautiful women enjoying themselves with my body and felt content. The mother orgasmed on my shaft bucking in ecstasy, but still kissing her taller and more athletic friend. The pair grinned at each other, and the first woman slid off of me, still hard, and the Amazon turned herself around and mounted me with a swift motion, grunting in pleasure as I slid fully into her wet depths. At the mother's guiding touch, the dark one slowed and broke the kiss, and at her urging knelt above my face nervously, a tremble in her stance from not knowing what was to come but trusting her elder partner.

I leaned my face forward, smelling the sweet ambrosia of her damp sex, my nose nuzzling at her nether lips, and then beginning to lick in flat broad strokes along her slit. The mother and the Amazon slowly kissed and touched her as I increased the pace, gorging myself on the fluids she was producing. The warrior was rapidly increasing her speed as her pleasure built, fucking me with abandon in pursuit of her own needs. Soon the youngster was shaking too as her first orgasm fell over her. I slowed and stopped so that she could recover, knowing what must be next.

When the dark one had recovered her breath, the older pair led her down to my cock, both of them ministering to me for a few minutes to ensure that I was fully hard. They set her wet pussy on my shaft, and began her rubbing herself on me, using my body for her pleasure. The pace was slow at first as she got used to the sensation, but as her sliding became more frenetic, the tip of my shaft caught in my opening and the force of her movements slid me inside of her. I felt the thin barrier break as she cried out. She stopped for a moment, but the feeling of me inside of her depths led her to move instinctively. She winced as she rode me for a few minutes, but soon the soreness began to be replaced by pleasure.

The other two women encouraged the younger one wordlessly, their hands and lips and skin engaging with the pair of us as she began to savor her first time. She was tight around me, and I knew that having been ridden to completion twice and now in a virgin pussy, I would not last much longer. My hands began to enjoy whatever woman I could touch as I rose to meet her every thrust. I held myself back as hard as I could, but when she orgasmed and clamped down upon my cock like a vise, I exploded inside of her, causing her orgasms to redouble.

As the moon began to fall again towards the horizon, the three women cuddled with me in the thick grass, all of us sharing kisses and affection in the glow of the flickering braziers. The rite was completed, and all was well.