Intercourse in the gorse

Cold and rainy at Loch Broom on the 2013 summer solstice

The summer solstice at location Z: I was concerned about the weather. The forecast for June 21^st at Ullapool, a small town on the east shore of Loch Broom and ferry port to the Isle of Lewis, was for a morning low of 55° F with drizzle with a possible mid-day high of 61° F and overcast, but that was for sea level and Loc Z is at 1500 feet or higher so my guess is that our temps were at least 10° colder. We were in the clouds, it was drizzling and there was a brisk wind across the site. Altogether it was miserable weather for an open air celebration of a sunrise. It was like walking around in a wet muddy refrigerator.  

Not Dissing the Gods: I asked how we were supposed to keep warm and dry during the ceremony. Not for myself as much as for His Grace and the other men who were supposed to ritually breed us. In my experience men have trouble with their erections in cold temperatures even when using a performance enhancing medication. Before we left home I had considered bringing a neoprene wetsuit with a relief zipper, hood, gloves and booties, since I knew Loc Z was on a crag in the highlands. However, on second thought being a fertility offering to the gods on an ancient altar while wearing a modern wetsuit didn’t seem right… like something out of science fiction, but worse it would show a lack of respect on my part.

I needn’t have worried. To walk the few yards from our tent to the altar I was given a deerskin robe and hood and wooden clogs to walk through the mud and gorse roots. The staff of the hunting lodge had a thick pile of deer skin carriage blankets made from entire Red Deer skins sewn together. They were so soft and warm, but quite heavy. I thought in missionary and even when my legs were on my partner’s shoulders most of the weight would be on him so I was ok with that. It turned out that I only had two of the blankets doubled underneath me. In a surprise I wouldn’t have believed if you had told me beforehand the rest were unneeded.

The summit: Our party made the final ascent in the rain on Thursday the 20^th with a tracked ATV pulling a trailer with our camping supplies. The estate staff must have been working all night to get the trail in condition that the ATV could get up it. We had a large tent just off the site in which we all slept, cooked (with bottled gas) and ate. Open fires are not a good idea around gorse as it is quite flammable. Even in such soggy conditions if the gorse catches fire no one knows where a wildfire will stop. The sleeping area was divided by sheets between male and female areas. I don’t think anyone crossed the linen barrier as we all seemed to want to save our lust for the solstice. With the forecast no one really expected to see the sunrise through the observatory’s sun portal.

Sacramental brandy:  His grace had brought along five bottles of what he calls ‘estate mead’ brandy really which is distilled from gorse wine to which is added gorse honey. It tastes like coconut with a hint of vanilla and is extremely potent. Before Jack and I left the dressing tent to walk to the altar in procession His Grace, acting as chief priest (and doing an excellent job of it), privately administered the sacramental wine from an ancient horn cup. I can usually hold my liquor pretty well, but the gorse brandy/mead must be nearly lethal as far as alcohol content is concerned. I almost immediately became far more in tune with our location and was welcomed to the observatory by a nameless gray shape that seemed reassuring. It was pleased that the old ways were being practiced there once again. And with that knowledge my discomfort and trepidation disappeared and I felt that regardless of what happened it was meant to be. I mentioned this later to Jack who said that while he wasn’t visited by the gray eminence a feeling of confidence and wellbeing came over him that allowed him to perform in the cold rain while being watched by spectators.  

Droit du Seigneur: Just before sunrise it was solid clouds, fog really as we were in the clouds and cold drizzle when His Grace led me to the altar. I mounted the primary altar and lay on the folded deer skin robes a few minutes before 6:04 BST when the sun should appear in the solar portal. His Grace performed the purification ritual anointing my breasts and vulva with herbal unguents in front of the rest of the party. Then, in an act of amazing generosity (for him) he relinquished Droit du Seigneur (the right to first penetration of brides, but which the old bull interprets broadly) to Jack who mounted me.

 Sunrise:  Fully penetrated we refused the robes to cover us. I think the temp must have been in the high 40s and I didn’t feel the cold just the amazing completeness I have when Jack’s massive erection fills me. I just seemed to glow and radiate warmth.  Just after he entered me the clouds and fog parted and sun shone briefly through the observatory portal bathing the altar and us in its rays. Everyone cheered and suddenly the distinctive coconut scent of the yellow gorse blossoms seemed overpowering. I took it as an omen and roughly ripple-gripped him to get him off to splatter seed against the stretchy latex membrane of my Reflexions while the sun still shone on us through the stones. The sun was with us for nearly three minutes by the watch of a footman whose job it was to measure the duration should it occur.

Jack is not one troubled by premature ejaculation so when he came after less than four minutes inside me he was upset until I told him I had purposely forced him so he would fill me with sperm while the sun blessed us with its rays. Only then was he reassured that he had performed flawlessly.  Afterward the other couples were ritually purified by His Grace and performed w/o incident. Fortified by the sacramental mead they were able to perform satisfactorily in the cold drizzle and much pleasure was had by all concerned.  We didn’t see the sun again that day, but the sun temple is well and truly in use again.

 

Merry Christmas!

Winter solstice 12-21-12 at Stonehenge

Our Christmas tour: I’ve been traveling for the last several weeks with my ballet group’s special Holiday tour of veteran’s hospitals. The veterans were so pleased to see us and the intimate moments spent with some of the male patients made it so worthwhile. It was mostly hand jobs and oral sex for the men. There were a few women who the ballet boys serviced, wearing condoms since the girls were not on hormonal contraceptives, and our lesbian and I played with the two wounded lesbian women who were patients and were well enough to play. There were far more requests for cunilingus than fellatio I suppose because the former gave the guys a chance to smell and taste a perfumed pussy since they can masturbate by themselves and several of them had amazing technique and suction. I was asked for only one or two acts of intercourse with guys who were about ready to leave the hospital. I wasn’t fertile and was wearing an Oves cap so I let them ride bareback and after Kegeling out most of their loads left two facilities wearing tampons to absorb the residual semen on the trip to our next stop. It was exhausting for us all putting on a strip show and then meeting the patients afterward, but it was worth it. Cyndi, now 18 and totally legal with a lovely hard body from training at Splash toured with us and participated in our sex play with the men. She was fertile then, but with a GyneFix IUD implanted was quite safe so for the intercourse requests she took them bareback. Afterward we slept the whole flight from the West Coast to western England.

The 2012 Winter Solstice: Cyndi and I did manage to get to Stonehenge on the 21st for the Winter solstice although it was a near thing. I was so pleased that I was CD8 and newly fertile on the 21st as I was to initiate a supposedly virgin 15 y/o boy in an ‘awakening’ ceremony. Jack, Viscount Sandbach, met us at the small airport in western England and took us to a rented cottage in Salisbury where the Druid priests purged me of evil in a ritual bath then anointed my breasts and labia with fragrant unguents which were supposed to ease my young partner’s entrance into the mystic fraternity.

Recently I have been training with my 1 inch diameter solid surgical steel Ben Wa set so my pelvic muscles are as toned and tight as they have ever been. Each ball weighs 2.307 oz for a total of 4.6 oz when both are inserted. So, I’m calling them my “McBalls”, as they are a ‘quarter-pounder’ and really provide a marvelous workout for anyone who can hold them in place while out in public! I’ve been practicing moving them one at a time up and down my vaginal barrel to strengthen my muscles – increase my stamina - for ripple gripping a partner so I can get him off even though he is perfectly still inside me.

The weather was clear, cold and windy. The temperature at 3:00 AM at the monument was 8° C, about 46° F with 13 mph winds gusting to 27 mph. Had it been the Summer Solstice I might have performed my ceremonial duties nude, but with the likelihood that the entrant would be nervous and cold and have trouble with his erection no matter how badly he wanted to fuck me I figured we may be at it for a while and wasn’t going to get a chill because a neophyte couldn’t get himself off even in the tightest pussy he is ever likely to encounter. So I dressed for the occasion.

My Costume: Gepetto is working with Jeff and Labia Labs to develop a one piece exposure suit, a thermal catsuit that on the inside has a layer of fabric that wicks away moisture from the body to keep you warm and dry in frigid temperatures. It’s in the prototype stage and I wore a shiny white one. The moisture exits the suit through a one way membrane that coats the outer nylon-Elastane fabric that prevents water from entering from the outside. The whole thing is about the thickness of a 90 denier body suit and it moves with the wearer so her mobility is hardly affected at all. One thing a wearer has to watch is to stay well hydrated as wearing it during strenuous activity can quickly cause dehydration. There are wrist neck and ankle seals on the suit and there are matching gloves, boots and hood so a fully suited up wearer looks very much like s/he is wearing a wetsuit. The full length double ended waterproof industrial micro-zip back zipper makes the suit easy to get into and the zipper nearly disappears when closed and the lanyard tucks into the high collar. The relief zipper pull is tucked into an easily accessed from a hidden pocket so for sex or excreting waste it can be easily opened. This industrial micro-zip is a huge improvement over earlier versions as it is easy to open, doesn’t jam and really is waterproof.

As in the past the Druid Elders has gotten permission from the authorities to use the site of a geologic dig which was just east of the main monument and had been closed off with a substantial barricade because of vandalism. It was ideal because we could see out, but the general population of Winter Solstice tourists couldn’t see in to gawk at an authentic Druid ceremony. The site (outside the Sarsen circle) contained a much smaller stone that had fallen on its side which we used as an altar.

Penetration: Clad in my white exposure suit I was led to the fallen stone by the Chief Priest and told to lie down on my back on the altar and spread my legs. I had arranged my hair in a French braid under my hood so at least my head was cushioned and I could look down my length to see what was going on.

After cleansing prayers were said over him the kneeling male entrant wearing white fleece bike leathers for warmth was led by Cyndi wearing an exposure suit similar to mine, but in black, to the altar and he climbed onto the stone and knelt between my legs. We’d practiced him unzipping my relief zipper, but with cold fingers he fumbled with the pull and didn’t open it far enough at first so I had to tell him to open it further. Then he had trouble getting the bike leathers down to get to his cock. He got his zipper open and I was pleased to see that he was massive, fully aroused and dripping pre-cum. I thought that a good sign knowing that the priests had given him a performance enhancer in the cup of mead they had given him an hour earlier.

While I was waiting for him to get it out I removed my one inch solid steel McBalls and tucked them in tiny Ziploc bag under the neck of my hood where they would stay warm and rechecked the placement of my Oves cap,. Then I played with myself so I would stay aroused and wouldn’t need the 20 minutes of foreplay it would take under cold conditions with a crowd of strangers watching to take a new man inside me for the first time.

He was finally ready and I thought beginning to wilt a bit in the cold so I helped guide him between my labia. He seemed to hesitate and I could feel him getting softer so I grabbed his buttocks and pulled while giving a strong pelvic thrust and I was fully penetrated while he was on his elbows over me holding on to my shoulders and screaming On My God! I thought perhaps he had torn because he was so large and he was wonderfully tight, but once inside me he began thrusting and hardened up nicely. We got in a rhythm and he could reach my cervix even though I was fully tented which I loved as he gave me a good pounding and amazingly my first public cervical orgasm! He seemed to be bothered by my moans, mewing and screams, but I told him I was enjoying myself and that he was marvelous. Perhaps I shouldn’t have told him he was good as his performance started to deteriorate. I was supposed to let him do the work, but it became obvious that after getting me off he lacked the stamina to get off himself so I began helping by ripple gripping him; tightening on his thrusts, releasing at full penetration and tightening again as he with drew and he hardened up again and I could tell by his shallow breathing pattern that he was about to reach orgasm. I said nothing, just tightened more while ripple gripping him and he began to moan and gasp. Then with a four powerful thrusts that nearly threw us off the altar he came in me and then collapsed gasping on top of me. After a few minutes while we enjoyed the afterglow he withdrew. Then he was still hard and dripping! Go figure! And he was so pleased with himself! Even with both of us pre-prepped I’d been lying on that stone altar for 40 minutes. Cyndi helped me clean up as I checked the placement of my Oves and Kegeled out most of our fluids. He was certainly a heavy hitter and must have released at least 10 ml of semen inside me. I was wonderfully sore from the battering my cervix took so Cyndi gave me a sports drink to re-hydrate me then a shot of 18 y/o Macallan single malt scotch that John had given me to warm me up.

After a small celebratory meal of venison and mead we said our good byes to the Druid Elders and John drove Cyndi and me back to the airport where we boarded a helicopter to fly to his father’s castle in Scotland for Christmas.

Merry Christmas: Wishing all my friends and readers the blessings of the season. May you have a Merry Christmas and a happy healthy New Year.