An Orgasmic Civilization Ch. 01

In the summer, Phaedra, a journalist well known as a strong pen and stubborn character, a real adventurer, visited the Forest of Nymphs with her friends.

After they had put up their tents in a good spot, she donned her backpack and started off in search of a location that would resemble ancient legends, that would have a touch of the mystery of the past. She spent some time wandering, until she came to a clearing that appeared to be the inspiration for Rubens's masterpieces.

In fact, she noticed a rock resembling a recliner, as if the years had faded its details but left its form untouched. She sat down on this warm rock, which she found surprisingly soothing. She closed her eyes and began to imagine the Nymphs who had once dwelt there.

A woman in a delicate dress approached her, lightly touching her arm and inviting her to follow. She pointed to an opening in the clearing that she hadn't noticed earlier, interrupting her thoughts. Her manner and echoing voice filled her with warmth and confidence, compelling her to follow the stranger named Leda without hesitation.

Today is a splendid day, a grand celebration, and our Council has selected you, Phaedra, to participate in the significant Fertilization Ceremony of our Queen, which will enlighten you about our culture.

As they strolled through the forest, she couldn't help but admire her youthful elegance and the way she moved with such grace. Although her direct gaze and deep voice suggested maturity.

Clad in a tantalizing pair of scorching denim shorts, which accentuated the curves of her ample posterior, and a T-shirt, she couldn't help but feel slightly overdressed in comparison to Leda. Sensing her thoughts, Leda coyly suggested that upon their arrival, they could procure a custom-fitted tunic for her, should she desire.

She conquered her ambivalence and graciously declined, fearing that such a venture would leave her feeling far too vulnerable.

How could she possibly know!

In the heart of the central square, a platform had been erected.

In the radiant sunlight, the Chosen Stallion stood before them, his countenance veiled by a somber black ribbon that concealed his eyes.

Clad in resplendent maroon robes, his form exuded an air of regality. His body, devoid of any trace of hair, glistened with a captivating sheen, while his sinewy muscles spoke of strength and vigor. As the wind caressed his lengthy tresses of blond, they danced gracefully, adding to the ethereal spectacle.

The youth, scarcely two decades in age, whom the Queen, in accord with the Council's approval, namely the Seven Wise Ladies, had been selected as her mate for procreation.

"He intended to consummate their passion by bestowing his essence upon her in full view. " in the words of Leda.

"So this beautiful guy is going to fuck their Queen in front of the whole village? Un-fucking-believable!" thought Phaedra to herself with a devilish smile of anticipation.

Indeed, the platform and the entire scene, adorned with an intricate wooden bench reminiscent of the Olympic hoops bench, had been meticulously arranged for this very occasion.

In the distance, nestled towards the posterior and veering towards the starboard side, there resided an immaculate table hewn from the purest alabaster. This table, bestowed with the official title of The Bank, proudly displayed an assortment of sundry articles upon its pristine surface.

To the left stood an immense Gong. Adjacent to it, utterly immobile, stood a substantial busty woman. Despite the sun's relentless blaze, she adorned herself in a garment of black leather.

Her ebony tresses cascaded down her back, meticulously woven into a lengthy braid. Clad in a fringed leather skirt and a snug black leather bra, her attire embraced her voluptuous contours, as if daring to strain against the confines of her garments.

Her arms, akin to her thighs, possessed a robust muscularity, while the vivid hue of intense purple, reminiscent of war colors, bestowed upon her countenance an air of peculiar menace.

She stood beside the Gong, her posture exuding pride, clutching the colossal golden scepter, firmly within her left hand ready to beat it.

In the area encircling the platform, occupying the foremost positions of distinction, were the Elect, denoting the entirety of the female members within the tribe who had reached the enigmatic epoch known as the Magic Age, as they so aptly termed it.

In accordance with their prevailing traditions, this epoch was estimated to span the temporal realm of roughly four decades to six, by our own reckoning.

Besides these spectators were all the women of the community who were ordinary citizens who had of their own free will chosen to watch the spectacle of their Queen being fucked in public. That is to say, nearly all of them - naturally!

With the exception of The Queen's Stallion, whose presence was indispensable for a particular task, the male contingent was strictly prohibited from partaking in this solemn rite.

Their schedules were consistently occupied, primarily dedicated to the amorous gratification of the woman to whom they belonged, tending to the needs of the children, organizing the domestic duties, and devising fresh tales and melodies to captivate their Nymphs during the twilight hours. Every man was the property of a single woman, while a woman possessed a varying number of men, ranging from one to seven, depending on her resources. Some men were, with the consent of the women concerned, in common use.

Women were always outnumbered by men because many were away on special missions in the Straight Line World as they called ours. Naturally, it required no great powers of observation to discern their fondness for curves, therefore the "special quests" where probably efforts to curve our own world.

The Queen had recently celebrated her twenty-first birthday, and the Wise Women had determined that it was time for her to start a family. So she was going to be fucked for hours in front of all the women of the tribe (their presence was optional but, of course, they were all eager to attend) while five individuals known as The Devotees, dressed in white attire, were going to take part in the Ceremony in a unique manner. The decision was made in a manner that needed to be kept secret, so Phaedra was unable to satisfy her curiosity at this point.

Their system, despite being hereditary, imposed several restrictions on power. Once the Queen's Daughters reached the appropriate age, which is between 18 and 19, the old Queen was supposed to step down from her position and become a regular citizen. Later, she would be a member of the Elect when the time was right. They protected themselves from the decay or corruption that power could bring upon them. They cherished the Youth and had structured their lives in a manner that allowed them to live as young individuals for a hundred and twenty years which is the major part of their life expectancy of a hundred and fifty (yes, there was plenty of material for our dear journalist Phaedra to explore), with their physical and mental abilities fully developed! You couldn't tell that they were not enjoying themselves.

If the Queen did not have any daughters or if none of them were considered suitable, then another eighteen-year-old from the tribe was selected who fulfilled the requirements. As Phaedra noted in her notebook, the potential queen candidate had to be at least 1.85 meters tall, weigh at least 85 kilograms, possess a prominent clitoris, have the ability to experience multiple orgasms and squirting, have broad backs, an open pelvis, firm buttocks, strong muscular arms, and of course, exhibit a strong character and love for the community.

It appeared to be a unique and predominantly matriarchal society, with the Orgasm at its core. They loved it and ensured to continuously develop new methods and techniques for even more profound and intense orgasms. Phaedra was contemplating, as the Woman dressed in Black forcefully struck the Gong with the scepter on her sweaty arm.

Two young women stood tall and proud, wearing white short petticoats. They had bare chests their bare breasts nipples erect and their heads were held high, with their hair styled upwards having let a few curls to fall free to their shoulders. They positioned the Royal Stallion on a bench, ensuring that his chest was pressed against it. They played a little with his nipples ensuring that they were fully erect before they secured him in place.

His hands were placed on the legs of the bench, one on the right and one on the left. His legs were spread apart, and it was evident that he was not wearing anything underneath his short tunic, as men were not permitted to do so. They were required to be and seem available at all times.

The girls quietly said something in his ear, lifted his tunic which now appeared more like a reddish dress given the situation (much to Phaedra's amusement), and introduced him to the Queen, ready, set, available.

The girls delicately spread apart the buttocks of the young man, whose physique strongly resembled that of an ancient Greek god.

Alexandria (that was the name of their Queen) attempted to insert her middle finger into him, but encountered resistance, didn't succeed and the male displayed a pained expression. She then extended her finger to one of the two bridesmaids to wet it and attempted again with less force, but still did not succeed. After the little girl drooled again, she made one final unsuccessful attempt and then raised her hand with her middle finger extended towards the cheering crowd. It appeared that they valued virginity. For now, at least.

After the gong sounded twice, the Queen walked towards the side of the platform and settled herself comfortably on a wooden throne. Two other girls then started fanning her with large, colorful wings.

Next, the first Devotee, Marshia, approached the platform, also dressed in a white ceremonial garment and shoes with high heels that we would refer to as platforms. She looked gorgeous, tall and strong and muscular. Her view was so stunning that it made Phaedra wet, to her astonishment as she was only attracted by men - as far as she knew.

The lady walked past the marble bench and picked up a small item from it. She approached the two young women, who helped her by lifting her skirt up, exposing a black underwear and a couple of straps. The two girls placed an item in front of her that she had taken from the Bank. It was a dildo, similar in size to a finger. She swayed her hips vigorously and wearing a devilish smile upon her face as she approached her prey, the vulnerable man, swaying her small strapon as if it were a weapon.

She was not so much looking as a Nymph now, more of a Valkyrie or an Amazon. Ready for war. Or love. Or both. Her "opponent" had already surrendered. He surrendered in a way only true lovers can. He was there, eyes closed, face to the bench, his beautiful muscular ass exposed, offering his cherry to the Unknown Lady.

Phaedra was at the edge of having an orgasm just by looking at the spectacular view and she was not the only one judging from the sounds of the public around her.

She reached around him, the girls eagerly reopened his entrance, she lightly touched him with the tip of her strap-on, just enough for her to feel the thrill of watching him shiver with anticipation.

With a confident motion, she knelt behind him and, positioning her beautiful face between his two peaks of pleasure, she started to passionately lick him, occasionally attempting to insert her tongue into his small opening.

Almost instinctively, he started to respond to her touch as his throbbing erection indicated his pleasure in the moment.

She soon felt ready. She stood up, positioned herself behind him, placed her small strap-on against his virgin anus, pushed, and after a couple of unsuccessful tries, she managed to penetrate him. The man was panting heavily and appeared to be making an effort to remain silent.

The first Devotee's face lit up with joy as she tightly gripped the Stallion around the waist, fully in control of him.

The Queen observed with the thrill and inquisitiveness of a playful girl.

The woman, who had assaulted him, found her groove and started moving with increasing energy and ease, eventually realizing that there was less and less opposition. She withdrew from him, causing him to feel embarrassed with a flushed face, breathing heavily, and his beautiful dick erect on full display, which only intensified his embarrassment and shyness. It was as if confessing to the women in the entire community: "Dear ladies, please use a strap-on to fuck me. I find great pleasure in it. Kindly penetrate my posterior." She delivered a firm smack to his right buttock, followed by another to the left, and finally a double-handed strike with all her strength.

"Aaaaaargh! " exclaimed the Stallion.

The ceremonial gesture signified "I have finished, who is next?" She removed the strapon, placed it slowly into her cunt to bless and purify it, and then tossed it into the crowd while saying, "May you all have good fucking and good submissive men"

There was a lot of excitement about who would receive it after she dropped it to a location where many women were claiming it. Eventually, the winner was a young girl with freckles, who proudly held it up for everyone to see. She wore it "inside-out" so the dildo was facing to her body and without hesitation, as it was still wet from the previous usage, she shoved it up her ass. She then tied the straps to keep it in place. As soon as they noticed this, the women near her began firmly pinching her buttocks and spanking her, sometimes gently, sometimes not so gently at all. As this was occurring, they expressed sincere admiration to her, saying, "Great job! You are a true lady, and always remember to conduct yourself as such!" She was required by the Regulation to hold it in place until the conclusion of the ceremony. Which likely didn't bother her at all, based on the sounds of pleasure she was emitting.

Then the muscle hand raised and fell so that the golden scepter beat again the Gong. Three times. It was time for the second Devotee to come on the scene to take the next, -larger- dildo.

-End of Part I- To be continued with Part II

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