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Chapter 12 Tantric Marathon
“Think there’s enough of them? I’m horny as hell. I may have to borrow some of yours,” said Amanda watching the men exit the bus. It was late afternoon of the final week of boot camp and the women had earlier been informed they would be putting their Tantric Yoga training to use in a wild party where the men would out number the women ten to one.
“Today you will have opportunity to apply the Tantric skills you have learned over the last weeks,” announced Sanjay, the tall lean yogi who taught the class. His thin wrists and long tapered fingers had repeatedly found their way inside his student’s vaginas. The girls had quietly nicknamed him, Fister.
Tantric class was held in a quiet forest glade away from the main buildings. Sanjay considered it an ideal spot to commune with nature and teach the woman the five thousand-year-old yoga practice whose primary goals were to increase the intensity and duration of their orgasm.
As usual the women were working in pairs. Christine was in a comfortable supine position on a mat with her legs spread. A U-shaped pillow favored by Tantra devotees elevated her hips giving Deirdre, her partner, comfortable access to her lower orifices and pleasure centers. Deirdre, eyes closed, was seated in the classic Lotus position between Christine’s legs. Her knees pressed lightly into Christine’s inner thighs maintaining two important points of physical contact allowing them to exchange psychic energy during masturbation.
Other than the sounds of the forest and the gurgling of a nearby brook, the only noise was the women’s controlled eight-count breathing and the occasional throaty moan resulting from the females arriving at the next and more exalted level of orgasmic pleasure.
Christine’s eyes were also closed as she silently repeated the mantra Sanjay and she had chosen. Her consciousness was centered on the sensations emanating from her vulva and anus. She allowed no stray thoughts or concerns to enter her mind. Worries about Maurice or even Genevieve had been gently dismissed if they occurred at all. She existed in a world limited to two forms of awareness. The first was the all-important eight-count breath and the second was her sexual organs.
Weeks ago, they had begun with the four count breath. Breath control was vital to Tantric Yoga. After long periods of controlled breathing, the class had moved to six and ultimately eight count. Christine had been the first student to connect her breath to her orgasm. When Amanda finally made the connection, she had remarked, “Getting off is as easy as inhaling and exhaling. The lining of my pussy is keyed to my respiration. Who would have thought it?”
In the past, Christine had practiced several different styles of yoga, Hatha, Astanga, and Iyengar but Tantra was new to her. She had been amazed by what she and the others had achieved in a short period. Her orgasms were more profound and she was increasingly able to prolong them maintaining a Tantric high lasting several minutes. She also learned to follow one orgasm with another all the while building intensity while maintaining control.
Under Sanjay’s careful instruction, all the women had vastly increased their enjoyment of orally stimulating both male and female partners.
“I never knew eating pussy or sucking cock could be such a wonderful, self satisfying experience,” said Cynthia after Sanjay had allowed her to blow him.
Christine had made the greatest progress. She had reached the stage where she could orgasm without touching herself while performing cunnilingus on the other females and while sucking Sanjay or Ahmad’s cock.
Deirdre’s fingers coated in aromatic oil were stimulating Christine’s vulva and anus. Both orifices were completely relaxed. Deirdre’s hand was inside Christine’s vagina. Relaxing the vaginal opening to allow for insertion of your partner’s fist was considered a vital first step to achieving Tantric nirvana. The fingers of her other hand were slowly rotating back and forth stimulating the nerves in Christine’s sphincter. Tantric sex considered the backdoor a neglected pleasure center.
At the start of class, Sanjay lead his students through a sequence of meditation and breath control followed by stretching and relaxation exercises that rendered their pleasure centers highly sensitive to stimulation.
Christine has excelled at Tantra. She had been the first to achieve a prolonged multi-orgasmic state. The pads of two fingers massaged Christine’s G-spot sending waves of pleasure resembling the ripples produced by a stone thrown into a still pond. Sanjay had even suggested that with additional study, Christine might well achieve the high Tantric state of being able to orgasm without any form of tactile stimulation. According to Sanjay, achieving a sexual climax employing only meditation was something rarely found outside of his native India.
Deirdre, eyes closed, repeated her mantra as she rhythmically massaged Christine’s clit with her thumb. At the start of class, Christine had centered herself, quieted and emptied her mind then opened her senses to the pleasures Lord Shiva would bring to those who summoned him. Unconscious of anything but her breath and erotic senses, Christine had reached a state of orgasm that neither rose nor fell but maintained a constant stream of pleasure. The other seven had managed to prolong and intensify their orgasms but not to the same extent as Christine.
The students had been surprised when Sanjay made his announcement as class was ending.
“You mean we won’t have to get each other off,” said Laurie.
“Men will be provided,” said Sanjay.
“Great, I was getting a callus on my finger from jacking Christine,” said Deirdre holding up her hand for everyone to see.
“That’ll match the callus on your tongue,” said Amanda.
“Bitch,” responded Deirdre good-naturedly.
“What are you talking about, Sanjay,” asked Christine?
“The management has arranged for a number of young men to visit the Farm this afternoon. They should arrive later this afternoon. There will be a big party and much fucking.”
“Oh goody, more Arabs to quote the Quran to us about what filthy whores we are,” said Amanda.
“No, I believe these gentlemen are mainly from Mexico,” said Sanjay. “Yes, they are Latinos who love to fuck with the American girls.”
“Mexico is a long way off,” said Christine. “Surely, Peter’s not flying them here.”
“These men come from Mexico but they live in New England,” said Sanjay. “They build houses.”
“How many men,” asked Marilyn?
“There are usually at least eighty,” said Sanjay.
“You’re telling us that possibly eighty Mexican men are coming to a party here at the Farm,” said Cynthia expressing disbelief?
“Yes, there will be a party, music, dancing, beer, and plenty of food,” said Sanjay. “Alexia has prepared some special dishes to please them.”
“Exactly, where are these Mexicans from,” asked Laurie?
“The Home Depot in Manchester,” said Sanjay. “At least that was where they came from last time.”
“Day laborers, UAs,” said Marilyn. “They hang out in the parking lot looking for construction work.”
“UAs, what is a UA,” asked Sanjay?
“Undocumented alien, wetbacks, they sneak across the border,” said Marilyn.
“Latino men are muy macho,” said Christine.
“I dated a Puerto Rican in high school. His name was Renaldo. He was like the Energizer Bunny. He kept going and going and going,” said Laurie.
“I bet he wore you out,” said Marilyn.
“I’m part Energizer Bunny too. He crawled out of bed when I was done with him,” said Laurie.
“Somebody’s bragging,” said Amanda.
“And we’re expected to have sex with all eighty of them,” asked Cynthia?
“Yes, employing your knowledge of the Tantra and your desire to please Lord Shiva,” said Sanjay. “Now go back to your place and make yourself attractive. There are pretty clothes for you to wear. You will dress as young Mexican peasant girls.”
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Sanjay had been correct. Under a nearby stand of trees, there were two rows of four picnic tables. Each table came with a large galvanized tub of iced Mexican beer. Several long buffet tables were nearby. There was even a DJ setting up his equipment at the edge of a recently installed temporary wooden dance floor.
“Eight tables and eight of us,” said Christine looking over the preparations.
“What are the air mattresses for,” asked Kay eying the row of four large inflatables positioned on the ground between the tables?
“What do you think they’re for,” asked Amanda sarcastically?
Kay looked surprised as she spoke, “I didn’t realize we would be screwing while everyone watched.”
“I’ll be too busy to watch you,” said Christine. “Even if you’re right there beside me.”
“Well, Sanjay said a true follower of Tantra should be able to orgasm anywhere, even on a crowded subway,” said Laurie.
“I like to be watched. I think it’s hot,” said Deirdre. “Let’s pick out something sexy to wear.”
There was a pipe rack of brightly colored skirts and blouses in their sleeping quarters when they returned. There was also make-up, perfume, and costume jewelry
“Are we going to get fucked or make a Mexican cowboy movie,” asked Amanda looking at the traditional Mexican clothes?
“It’s role-playing. Loosen up. This is going to be fun,” said Christine taking several garments off the rack to try.
“They’re even letting us have make-up,” said Deirdre picking up one of the make-up kits.
“I’m showering first,” said Christine stripping off her clothes. “Let’s do our part to improve relations between the United States and the Republic of Mexico.”
“Right, I need to clean my pussy out and get it ready for some hot Mexican spunk,” said Amanda leading the women toward the shower room.
“If before Boot Camp started, you had asked me if I would be excited by the idea of sex with illegal Mexican immigrants, I would have told you were insane,” said Marilyn seated on a plastic stool in the communal shower squeezing the bulb of a douche to fill her vagina with warm water. “Watch, every one,” said Marilyn leaning back against the shower wall. She tilted her pelvis slightly upward as she forcefully contracted her abdominal muscles. A stream of water shot several feet out of her vagina.
“That might get you a job in Tijuana,” said Christine lathering her breasts.
“My father told me that when he was in the Philippines he used to go to this club where the women shot ping pong balls out of their cunt into the audience. The trick was to catch one in your mouth. You won a beer and a blowjob under the table,” said Marilyn reloading her shooter.
“You and your dad must have been very close,” said Kay.
“So, Christine, you’re the world traveler. How do Mexicans like their sex,” asked Amanda soaping her breasts? “Oral, vaginal, or anal? Will they suck my nipples until I beg them to stop?”
“Nothing exotic like Frenchmen or Italians, they go for quantity but they cover the bases if they’re anything like Spaniards,” said Christine. “It’s going to be a three hole night so douche fore and aft. And yes, they’ll suck your nipples until your scream.”
“Good, I need a break from the Middle Eastern diet I’ve been on,” said Laurie.
“I can’t believe I’m going to have sex with ten different men,” said Cynthia taking Marilyn’s place on the stool to douche.
“What’s the most you’ve ever done before at one time, Cynthia,” asked Laurie?
“I don’t know. My only time with more than one man was in college,” said Cynthia after thinking for a few seconds.
“You don’t know. You were there when it happened. Weren’t you?” said Deirdre.
“It was at Les’s fraternity. I passed out during the party after the homecoming game. When I woke up, I was upstairs in bed naked with one of Les’ frat brothers on top of me. There was a line waiting down the hall. As soon as he finished, another one hopped on me. There was a fat girl I didn’t know in the bed beside me. They were raping her at least I think they were. She was crying and begging them to stop. They made us sixty-nine. That was my first time with another girl. She must have been a lesbian because she stopped crying and ate me like one. Then I passed out again. I kept waking up but there was always someone different on me,” said Cynthia. “They didn’t let me leave until almost noon the next day.”
“Les, isn’t he your husband,” asked Christine busily soaping Laurie’s back.
“Yes, he was a Sigma Alpha Epsilon, Gamma Chapter,” said Cynthia.
“And he let his fraternity brothers screw his future wife,” said Laurie. “How brotherly of him.”
“We were just dating at the time. He slipped some E into my beer,” said Cynthia. “Later, he said he was sorry about setting me up and making the video.”
“Oh, I suppose that makes it all right,” said Marilyn.
“He made a video of you pulling a train,” asked Amanda taking her position on the shower chair and filling the douche with clean water.
“Yes, it was a tradition at his frat. At least once, all the guys were expected to get a date drunk, drug her, and let everyone have a piece,” said Cynthia. “The videos were kept in an archive in the basement.”
“Think we can apply our Tantric training to pulling a train of horny Latinos,” asked Laurie?
“Ten men, three different holes, all the while silently chanting my mantra and maintaining a state of continuous orgasm,” said Kay drying off. “Yeah, I can handle it.”
“Not that I care anymore but I bet they’re not circumcised either,” said Kay.
“I’m getting used to sucking foreskin,” said Amanda. “Circumcised cock won’t taste right to me.”
“Let’s hurry and get dressed. I want to see them arrive,” said Christine. “I plan to flirt, dance, fuck and have myself a hell of a good time.”
“Too bad Les isn’t here to video the entire thing, right Cynthia,” asked Marilyn?
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“They’ll think we look like something from an old John Wayne movie,” said Amanda watching the men get off the bus with the name White Mountain Tours painted on the side. The eight women were dressed in colorful peasant blouses and skirts. There was even a box of inexpensive silver and turquoise jewelry. Christine had selected a matching bracelet, necklace and earrings.
“Those movies were before my time,” said Deirdre.
“And theirs, they look so young,” said Cynthia referring to the men getting off the bus.
“Good, I want my ten to be young and horny,” said Laurie.
“Peter must be an old movie fan,” said Christine. “Still I have to say we look pretty damn hot. Every one of us has met or exceeded our weight lost goals and our abdominals are tight as a drum. It feels good to be wearing makeup for a change.”
“I can’t wait to put a lipstick ring on one of their cocks,” said Amanda.
“Yeah, but all that body shaping we’ve done is hidden under these clothes,” said Kay referring to the ankle length skirt. “I haven’t worn a skirt this long in forever.”
“I don’t doubt that before very long you will find an excuse to show them what’s underneath,” said Marilyn.
“I won’t need an excuse,” said Kay. “I intend to get naked and put my newly acquired Tantric skills to work. I plan on hitting the big O and staying O-ed for the rest of the night.”
“Ten Latin meat rockets each, that’s a challenge,” said Cynthia nervously eyeing the young Latin men as they stepped down from the bus.
“They covered the windows so they wouldn’t know where they were going,” said Christine noting the black curtains drawn tight over each window.
“Hey, Alexia, going to join the gang bang tonight,” Amanda said to the cook who had just arrived and was also dressed as Hollywood’s idea of a Mexican peasant girl.
“Why not? I’ve had to spend hours arranging for all this Mexican food to be catered,” said Alexia. “Then Mohammed and I had to go and pick it up.”
“Where are our Arab lovers tonight,” asked Deirdre?
“All this open unbridled lust would shake their faith in Allah. Peter sent them off to the mosque in Manchester to pray for our souls.”
“I doubt they credit we whores with having a soul,” said Laurie.
“All right, ladies, let’s get the party started,” said Peter after the bus discharged its last passenger. “Please go to your assigned table and introduce yourself.”
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The party started slow. The men were shy and most spoke little English. Christine’s fluent Spanish helped to break the ice. She quickly learned they were mostly roofers, masons, and ordinary laborers. They were being paid slightly over a day’s pay to get on a bus and take a ninety-minute drive. Once they arrived, they were promised beer, food, music, and eight horny gringas they would have to share sexually. Although it sounded too good to be true, the word had gotten around the offer was genuine. Peter had been pleased with the group who chose to attend.
The presence of double sized air mattresses on the ground beside the tables got a number of nervous glances. As the men helped themselves to the beer and food, Christine sat in each of the ten men’s lap and introduced herself. She asked their names and the town in Mexico they were from. Two of the men were actually from Guatemala and one was from Honduras. Several of the men had been to the Farm before. They didn’t hesitate to put their hand on Christine’s bare leg as they talked. She kissed all the men pressing her breasts against their chest.
The local Mariachi band Peter had hired began to play. How clever thought Christine seeing how the band created a relaxed atmosphere? The band moved among the tables playing requests. Ignoring Alexia’s disapproving looks, Christine sampled some of the food and drank a beer as she began to flirt more openly. The band played while the men ate dinner. But as the men finished eating Christine could sense an increase in sexual tension. She played to the more aggressive males encouraging their hands to wander.
“I am very horny,” said Christine sitting in the lap of Esteban, the one she took to be the Alpha male. She kissed him passionately before adding, “I hope you like women.”
“I love women,” said Esteban placing his hand on her bare knee then sliding it up her thigh.
“And the others,” asked Christine?
“If one of us is a queer, I will fuck you twice as hard,” said Esteban emphasizing his commitment to heterosexuality by rubbing Christine’s panty covered sex. “And I can tell the Senora prefers men to girls.”
“You can tell how ready I am,” said Christine referring to the wetness Esteban felt through the thin material. Christine felt the hand of the man seated beside Esteban slip under her loose fitting blouse to feel her bare breast. “Oh my, is that your hand on my titty, Carlos?
“Yes, Senora,” said Carlos.
“Carlos and I are brothers,” said Esteban.
“Good, sex with brothers is special. My husband and his brother have shared me. I love two, even three men at the same time,” said Christine turning to kiss Carlos pressing her boob against his callused roofer’s hand.
Christine stood up and moved around the table establishing physical contact with each of the ten. She encouraged them to feel her breasts and crotch. Calling on her Tantric training, she emptied her mind and focused on her pleasure centers.
As the men were finishing dessert, Christine walked over to the DJ and looked through his selection. Her request began to play as she returned to her table. According to Peter’s instructions, Christine passed among the men allowing them to draw a slip of paper out of a box placed on the table. The slips were numbered from one to ten. Esteban proudly displayed the slip numbered one.
“Time to get laid, girls,” shouted Christine as she climbed up on the table. Amanda and the others immediately followed suit. Christine began to dance allowing her skirt to flare up as she turned.
“I can’t dance to that,” shouted Cynthia from the top of her table.
“Take your top off and shake your tits,” yelled Marilyn pulling her top over her head and tossing it to the men who were standing touching her bare legs.
The women did not so much dance as strip. As soon as Christine removed her blouse and threw it away, two of the men pulled her off the table and carried her to the air mattress. In a matter of seconds, they stripped Christine down to her sandals. A breathless Laurie arrived on the other side of the air mattress seconds later.
“Oh, I need this,” murmured Christine looking up at the men surrounding her. She could see the lust in their eyes. “Hurry, Esteban,” she urged spreading her labia open.
Esteban knelt between Christine’s legs stroking his already hard cock.
“Here,” he said handing her a slip of paper with the number one printed on it.
“Put it in,” said Christine reaching for his cock to guide it into her vagina. Seconds later, she enjoyed the feel of being penetrated. “Oh fucking yes, that’s good,” yelled Christine as his cock descended and she felt his pubic hair touch her hairless mound.
“Nothing like letting everything go and being a real slut,” said Laurie as her number one slipped his cock inside her?
“Show everyone how a real man fucks a gringa whore, Esteban,” said Christine locking her ankles at his back and pulling him into her. “Fuck me, Esteban, fuck me as hard as you can.”
“Suck momma’s titty, sweetheart,” whispered Laurie as her first attacked her nipples with his mouth.
The first ten were rapid missionary fucks that left Christine’s and the others with cunts filled with semen. Eighteen men were gathered around the mattress watching as their compatriots took their turn with the girls. Christine had wondered if any of the ten would be too shy for public sex; however, it wasn’t long before a very handsome your roofer named Miguel handed her his ten slip as he entered her. The prospect of sloppy tens didn’t faze him as he cradled Christine’s legs, bent her double and pounded his cock into her cunt.
“Oh shit, I love it,” squealed Laurie as a larger than usual cock forced her passage.
After that, it became more creative. Christine lost track of time and numbers as she serviced whoever was next. It wasn’t long before the positions became more varied and she found herself sucking one cock while being fucked by another. At some point, she was anally penetrated. After that, double and triple penetration became the rule. At the end it was lengthy mano a mano fucks with the few men who had staying power.
It was nearly midnight when Peter gave orders for the men to grab any remaining food and beer and get on the bus. Christine kissed each of her ten lovers as they left. Then an exhausted Christine and the others stumbled into bed. They were too tired to shower.
“I bet I have a gallon of chili-flavored semen in my belly,” said Laurie before adding, “And a quart each in my snatch and asshole.”
“I wonder if come is macrobiotic,’ said Kay.
“I once read it’s mostly protein,” said Amanda.
“Builds strong muscles,” said Christine.
“My tongue is sore and my pussy and asshole are too but it was fun,” said Cynthia. “Les keeps talking about watching me fuck a couple of his golf buddies. I think I’ll take him up on it.”
“If you do, send me a copy of the video,” said Deirdre.
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