The Ritual of the Satanic Panties

Preface

There has always been sex. I enjoy reading about how people had sex and masturbated in the past. None of us would be here if our ancient ancestors didn't fuck. This story explores that idea.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

We visit a old Roman history site and a friend deciphers a stone which warns of Pagan rites used to tempt Roman soldiers into sin.

The Ritual of the Satanic Panties

The sun is shining outside of the visitor's centre. Roman settlements scatter this part of the country. As luck would have it, James tags along. James is a history buff who loves anything Roman. Most of the artifacts show symbols and messages written in Latin. James can read Latin.

"Look at this." James says. "'Cavete Subligaculum Satanae', it says here."

I peer across from a model of a lady with enormous boobs. These Roman's must have loved an enormous pair of tits. I would have been alright. Mine are a good handful.

"What does that mean?" I ask.

"Roughly translated, it means 'Beware of Satan's Underwear'" James says.

"Satan's panties?" I ask, examining the stone tablet.

"Well, they didn't wear panties back then, but yes. If it was written today, it would read, 'Satan's Panties'"

"Does it show them? Is there a pair lying around?" I ask.

"I can't see any." James says. "But it is probably a warning not visit certain people in this area. Paganism was rife back then. The Roman's were Christian for a while before their empire fell. This was probably a warning to the Romans in the area to stay away from certain people."

"Interesting. I wonder what they meant by that." I say, searching the display cabinet for signs of the underwear. All I can see is a large candle with a tag saying 'Reproduction'.

I take a photograph and we make our way through the rest of the exhibit.

...

Back home, I sit at my computer. Tony, my husband will be a few more hours at work.

The idea behind the ritual intrigues me. What were they scared of. What did they mean by Satanic Panties.

I switch from site to site and article to article. Who knew our ancestors were such a horny bunch.

The pagans performed rites with candles where women orgasmed so hard, they gushed. The Romans thought this was obscene. They loved a bit of cum splashed around the place but not a lady squirting.

The Romans gave the pagans high quality altar sized candles as bribes to prevent attacks. Light was a commodity in those days and altar candles burn longer.

Some pagan groups would use the altar candles in sex rituals to mock the Romans. The everyday Roman soldiers loved visiting local pagan villages. Gambling and sex between the two was rife. The Roman authorities hated this. They used religion to warn their soldiers against mixing with these pagans. What makes a better warning than Satan himself. Beware of pagan women using altar candles to masturbate. You will know who they are by their satanic underwear.

It all makes sense. I sit back in my seat and stretch my arms out. I look around my living room.

An unlit ornamental altar candle sits on the fireplace. It looks like a candle in one of the articles.

...

I reach for the candle. It is heavy. I it in front of me in both hands. The end looks pointed enough to slide inside me. It intrigues me to think women used candles like this to masturbate all those years ago.

Will it fit inside me? I pull the blinds on the front windows and lie on the settee.

I pull my skirt up around my waist and push my panties down around my knees.

My cunt is wet from imagining all those horny Romans and pagans fucking and wanking.

I close my eyes and use the fingers on one hand to spread the folds of my cunt.

I clear my throat and pull the pointed bit at the top of the candle against my opening.

It won't go in.

Is it too big or do I need lube?

I place the candle on the coffee table and kick my panties across the rug on the floor. I scoop them both up as I head up to my bedroom.

I lie back on our bed with a generous squirt of lube across the waxy tip of the candle.

I struggle opening up far enough to reach the thick part of the candle. I grimace as it reaches the widest part. My cunt walls stretch around the waxy shaft.

This is how it felt for the pagans. I am wanking like a pagan.

The candle is too long to reach the base. I open my thighs. My toes are pointing at the ceiling. I cannot spread my legs any further. I look down over my blouse. I see the candle sticking out of my pussy.

I look at the standing mirror in the corner of our bedroom. I see a middle aged housewife wanking with a massive candle in the middle of the afternoon.

I look shameless. I look like a cock-hungry slut. What would my husband say.

I watch my reflection as I pull my legs back and point my painted toe nails.

It looks like the candle impales me. I have an idea.

Pulling my blouse off, I slide the candle under me as I kneel on the mattress.

I lift my 42GG tits out of my bra and sink down on the candle. It glides inside my cunt. I press my smallest vibrator on my clit. This vibrator is a bullet vibrator. I bought it for my handbag. I often tease Tony on a long drive. It is so small, I can switch it on while he drives and tuck it in my panties. I recline the seat and press it against my clit while he drives. He loves the tease. He calls me all sorts of dirty names. I love it!

The candle is well lubricated inside my cunt. I rock my hips with the mammoth invader inside me. My pussy is so stretched, I am careful how far I rock.

The bullet vibrator sends ripples of pleasure though my clit.

I look at my reflection. I am such a slut. I love wanking in the afternoon. It is such a glorious way to spend an hour or two.

I hear the front door open. Tony must be home.

"I'm upstairs!" I shout, the demon candle sliding deeper inside me.

I want to protect my husband from seeing me like this but I am damned if I am letting this thing out of my soaking cunt.

I buck harder and fill my pussy. I flick the vibrator to high. I yelp as my orgasm builds. It is too much. I am so stretched, I will hurt tomorrow. This invading candle has me at it's mercy. I can see why they used them. These candles make perfect dildos.

"What's all this?" Tony says, standing at the door, a smile on his face.

"Shut up and get that cock out." I say, reaching out for him with my spare hand.

"Is that an actual candle you're riding?" he asks.

"It is. It's the one from the fireplace." I say.

"You're fucking the ornaments now, are you?" Tony says, offering me his cock while he unbuttons his shirt.

I bend over and slip his cock between my lips. His cock tastes so good. He is hard in no time.

The candle is warm now, the heat from my cunt has warmed it up. My vibrator is humming, not buzzing. It is too hard against my clit to buzz.

I buck on the candle as I suck my husband's dick. It is all too much. I cum hard. I squeal as the vibrator sends my hips into spasm. My knees and ankles ache as I ride the candle in my cunt. I feel dirty. I feel like a slutty whore, abusing an artifact.

Tony pulls his cock from my mouth and pumps a filthy load across my lips. I take him into my mouth and drink his cum. I swallow every last drop of my husband's seed. I am the ritual pagan virgin, spoiled by the the invader's candle.

I squirt all over the sheets. I pull Tony down so he can eat my cunt out while I cum. He licks my clit as I ride another orgasm, splashing his mouth and face.

...

The candle takes centre place between us as we eat dinner.

The flame is bright. The top of the candle glows a soft hue.

I tell Tony about the Roman and Pagan thing and where the candle came in.

"Can you believe that was inside me earlier?" I ask Tony.

He laughs as he scoops some potato onto his fork.

"I can't believe how much you had inside you." he says.

"How far was it in?" I ask.

"About two thirds." he says, holding his finger around the base of the candle.

"Who knew I could take that much altar candle." I say.

"I don't think we could use it in church now." Tony says.

"Not with my Satanic Panties." I say, smirking.

So, that 's another story done!

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