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We three girls, just never have enough to keep us busy. We are students at the University studying ancient history and are artists. Dee, the ringleader and our suitemate of the group, has provided us with priceless information regarding rituals. We spend a lot of our weekends together playing "ritual". A spring ritual, a fertility ritual, or just "find us a decent man" ritual.
Recently we discovered how to have more fun. We dress in white tunics and robes and call ourselves the "Sumerian Goddesses". Oh by the way, I'm Gina - an artist and lover of history. Well, the three of us signed up for this art class - and wow, were we ever thrilled by the model who showed up for this one! This guy was hung in the most incredible way. He was 6'2 and ripped and ribbed. His long brown hair just glazed his ears. It was the eyes that bowled me over -- a most incredible compromise between blue and green that just danced. We girls glanced at each other, thinking, "man, is he a specimen, or what?" His balls were huge, his cock was rock hard, though he tried to conceal it (ummm wasn't gonna happen). The girls and I compared sketches after class and Dee's was just a total charcoal of his balls. She was entrenched, fascinated...She just wouldn't keep quiet about this guy's balls. That night, as we sat and ate and talked, Dee offered, "You know, his balls are just too good. We may need to make him our first "sacrifice". Charlise (my other suitemate) and I both looked at one another.... I said, "Dee, and do you think this guy will give up those balls to us?" Dee responded, "Did you see the way he looked at us? He is just dripping to be "the one". I have to admit, the three of us masturbated in front of one another on the livingroom floor, calling out "Stephen's" name, as if he could hear us. Dee was the loudest and God, she's got the biggest clit I've ever seen and has the Brazil shave job. Charlise, is a quiet type, maybe a few deep sighs and then her legs start shaking. Me, well, I'm a cross between the two. I seem to get wet at a moment's notice and then I have to either let it be or take full advantage. I like to have a pillow under my butt, to get the proper sensation. I've found that the left side of my clit provides more pleasure. Thinking of Stephen and that ungodly rod inside me, drove me to the moon. Pure lust and pent up frustration. And another drycleaning bill! Musta leaked more than normal. One more ritual for us girls - masturbation in unison. Nothing like hearing another female "Lassie" howl out in sheer delight. And all of us urging each other on with our grunts and moans. No men around, just us getting off. Then we eat ice cream! Ha! All three of us had been ditched in the past from men who we "thought" were committed, but word of mouth travels quickly and we knew the cheating was going on despite our best efforts to be "enough". Thank God, I had these friends. We consoled each other and now were a "team" with a mission. Well, our next class was scheduled for the following Wednesday and we were dressed to the nines, all the money that the "crest dental strips" could buy. Took our seats up front and proceeded to fantasize and sketch about "Stephen" the model and soon to be martyr. After class, we as a group, approached him. "Stephen, thanks so much for doing such a great job," began Dee. "We'd love to have you over some night for dinner and drinks and learn more about you." Stephen was shy, a relatively nice guy, but hot with the ladies. And with that johnson, we could see why. "Well, I'll have to see, I'm really busy - working two jobs right now." Charlise held out a card to him - "Look, here's our number at the suite, give us a buzz and we can set it up." I'll never forget Stephen's words to us, "You ladies are goddesses, I've loved modeling for you." "Goddesses? I thought --- oh if he only knew."
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