Twelve

The **** has left your mouth dry - or maybe it's this unbelievable situation - but you still manage to croak: "twelve."

The entire clearing is eerily silent, only broken by the sound of your own ragged breathing. The women surrounding you wait with bated breaths, already consuming your body and package with greedy gazes. Yet the word has barely left your lips when hooting and cheering breaks out. The sound of excitement fills the forest and like a dam suddenly breaking, they all surge forward to get their hands on you. Your cock is instantly enveloped in more hands than you've ever imagined jerking you off, but their ministrations hardly rest there. Fingers find your thighs, lips your neck and tongues your nipples - even less directly sexual areas are not left alone. You feel your arms massaged (or fondled), your shins stroked and someone is even gently caressing your hair.
The feeling is overwhelming, so many sensations all at once that you have a hard time knowing what to focus on. While the many hands (and few mouths) happily groping your cock and balls makes it hard to look away, you're still distracted whenever you feel someone new takes to biting your nipples or sucking on your earlobe. And behind it all you notice the older cult leader, not herself participating in the festivities - she seems content to eagerly watch the increasingly **** expression on your face.

You feel someone gently grasp the back of your hand, interlocking your fingers and you manage to turn your head to see a vaguely familiar face. Her skin is tanned and her hood is down, revealing a mane of glossy blond hair. Camilla is her name, your brain informs you before going back to being overloaded with pleasure. Her crimson lips quirk up in a smile then she notices your attention and she presses your arm firmly between her plump, matronly breasts and she suggestively dips two of your fingers into her mouth, running her tongue in circles around the tips. You stare wordlessly, unsure how something so simple can still manage to drown out all the other sensations in that moment. Her arms press her boobs together, wrapping your arm in soft, yielding flesh and she continues blowing your fingers. Finally she pulls your hand free with a wet pop. She runs your hand down her body, past her hard nipples and soft stomach, leaving a faint trail of her spit down the front of her robe. Finally she reaches her destination, leading your hand down to where she has pulled the thin fabric aside. With no hesitation Camille shoves your fingers into her eagerly waiting cunt. Even over the the moaning, sighing, laughing and catcalling, you hear the wet squelch as they enter her - she's absolutely fucking soaked. Her legs cross, locking your hand in place and you gaze up you find that her eyes seem to have crossed slightly as well as she starts riding your hand with wild abandon.

A new feeling once more pulls at your attention and as you gaze down you realize the maddening cage of hands claiming your cock has given way to a possibly even stranger sight. Two women are glaring daggers at each other while somehow simultaneously ardently licking and kissing each side of your cock. They both have brown skin, silky black hair and same angular cheekbones and aquiline nose. There's probably some twenty years age difference keeping them from being sisters though - seems like desperately fighting over a hard dick is an appropriate mother-daughter activity in this town. Speaking of, said dick feels like it's about to melt, sandwiched between two hot mouths, but the each of the two beauties has a tight, possessive grip on your base keeping you on the edge. The younger manages to claim the tip tip, quickly sliding your rod down her tight throat, instantly swallowing 3/4 of your length. She pulls offs and smirks at her opponent but her smile quickly falls as her mother easily takes you all the way to the base.

You groan loudly, writhing and tugging at the ropes, but every caress suddenly turns to iron and you realize that you have 12 women who are, in different capacities, holding you down while your dick vibrates **** inside the Indian milfs throat.

You never get to see who wins the competition, because suddenly your vision is blocked by a pair of pale, pendulous breasts. Your entire face is unceremoniously pulled into a generous cleavage, completely blinding you. Your desperately gasp for air between these smothering pillows of fat, but your panting only draws out a husky chuckle from your assailant.
After a few seconds your other senses kick into overdrive to compensate and you're suddenly even more aware of what's going on around you. You hear sighing, moaning and what sounds like kissing. Someone close to your left is constantly telling you how 'she's going to ride that dick raw when it's her turn'.
Some else appears to have been inspired by Camilla, because you feel your other hand gripped in a pair of muscular thighs and your fingers shoved into a drenched pussy. You even feel the unmistakable warmth and wetness of someone grinding her slit against your leg. All around you your captors seem to find ways to pleasure themselves, either using available parts of your body or turning to each other.

You never find out who won the standoff on your cock, only that someone did when you suddenly feel someone lining the head of your cock up against her pussy, taking a few seconds to enjoy grinding your hardness against her clit before she plunges all the way down. A cheer rises in the clearing, but you barely hear it. Your overstimulated body and **** cock couldn't handle the sudden tightness and cum instantly, tensing against the restraints and holds but to little avail. If your rider notices your orgasm she pays it no attentions and instead starts bounce up and down on your dick who, either - once more either through the **** or the intoxicating situation - manages to stay completely hard, though you feel every single fold of her wet pussy on your hypersensitive skin.
Suddenly feel the cold air on your dick as someone new takes position to ride you and you don't have to wait long before the wringing ministrations continue. This new vagina is not quite as tight as the last, but whoever is astride you makes up for it in experience - she effortlessly manages to pull up until your dick is just baaaarely inside, moving her hips to tease your sensitive head to desperation before she slams all the way down. It doesn't take long for you to cum again.

The entire situation is unlike anything you've ever tried before. 12 women all eagerly, relentlessly applying their expert hands and holes to your body, but despite the fact that you're the center of all their attention, there's little doubt who's servicing whom. Despite being close to losing your mind with the overwhelming sensations, you have no doubt that any pleasure you feel is ultimately just for their enjoyment. They seem content to use your body against you, wringing pure bliss out of your very nerves like they're wringing cum from your balls. Honestly it's so overwhelming that you don't even think to worry about the situation, too caught up in the mouth that is now sucking on your cock like a lollipop - you're not even sure when they stopped riding you.

At some point you must have passed out for moment, though you can't tell whether it's due exhaustion or air deprivation. You come too to find that the wonderful feelings in your cock seem to have ceased. The breasts smothering your face are removed and though the sudden light blinds you, you still notice that you've finally seem to gone somewhat soft. This doesn't seem to worry your captors overly though, and a freckled figure bends down from your right, grabs you by the chin and presses her mouth against yours. Her tongue tip is instantly at your lips, demanding entrance and you see little reason to deny her, even as you feel a now familiar liquid pour into your mouth. You just swallow this new serving of the **** cocktail.
Simultaneously you feel a wet finger pressing against your asshole. Your body accepts it with little resistance and the darkhaired beauty between your legs starts gently coaxing your prostate until, like a snake charmer, she makes your cock rise. Her confident smirk alone is pure sex and she quickly climbs up, lining you against her entrance.
You don't see any more, because the freckled woman is suddenly astride your face and you're only allowed a splitsecond to take a deep gulp of air before a pink pussy is pressed firmly against your lower face. Your vision is commandeered by a pert, freckled ass. She shuffles her hips a bit until she finds a comfortable seat which, once more, leaves you deprived of both vision and comfortable breathing.
And yet you can't find it in yourself to dislike it.

Honestly at this point what little is left of your conscious self finds is harder and harder to hold on in this avalanche of pleasure. You're left a drooling wreck, but the woman on your face only sees that as an invitation to start press her clit against your slack tongue. At some point your sense of time completely vanishes and you're not sure how long you've been trapped in this cage of grinding, groaning, groping flesh. Another takes her seat on your cock, then another. The sensations suddenly start coming in confusing fragments. Someone is blowing you. Now you feel a hand gently stroking you. A new pussy is on your face. Now the smothering breasts are back. Someone is slapping her pelvis against yours.

At some point you completely black out to a dream of possibly even more confused imagery than reality, but when you come to you're still in the clearing and someone is still wringing your cock in a tight, wet pussy. You're not sure how many times you've cum. Your entire lower body feels drenched. You're so drained. So tired.
And yet even in the few pauses you get as they shuffle around and change position, your body desperately craves more. More caresses, more kisses, more sucking, more fucking. MORE.

You black out again, but this time when you come to the mood has changed slightly. The air is still charged with sexual energy, the cultist - though happily panting - don't seem all that tired yet, but they've stopped. How can they stop?
You hear a noise and it takes a second for your brain to recognize it as words.

"..come on... just another dose.. turn yet.."

".. this much.. dangerous.. shouldn't.."

You **** your eyes open and notice they're all looking at you. Do they want you to say something? Something to make them continue maybe? What was that they're saying? What's dangerous? Does it matter? You weakly try to think. Your dry lips part and you manage to find the energy to say a single word..