On Thursday morning, during her scheduled run through Hyde Park, Sally’s long blonde hair was tied behind her head. Running past the statue of Peter Pan, along the lake and up a small incline, the sexy dancer felt a lightness in her step she could not explain. The sensation was not enough to warn her about what was to happen to her.

She was too busy figuring out how to throw out her boyfriend, Jake, and how she got involved with him in the first place. She did not even notice the dazzling display of colourful geraniums and roses in the garden beds or even the squirrels scurrying beneath the shrubs as she ran through the park. Usually the smallest creature, the tiniest flower or even the rays of the sun cascading through the trees would have delighted her. Nevertheless, this morning all she could think about was Ed’s laziness and his attitude towards her work.

At Kensington Palace, she stretched her long legs to cool down her muscles after the invigorating run. Grabbing her ankles with both hands, Sally pulled her upper body towards her knees. The gusset of her tiny running shorts slipped between her pussy lips. She did not notice the man staring at her exposed pussy, nor did she see his girlfriend slapping him. She did not mind the men running past ogling her shapely buttocks or them staring at her hard nipples beneath her wet sports bra.

She concentrated on solving her problem. Her career was going well but her personal life was full of tension and it affected her performance on stage. When her religious conservative parents rejected her chosen career, she handled it well, but Jake’s hypocrisy was too much. His attitude was a reflection of how most men view adult entertainers.

Sally was still moody when she arrived at the PussyGalore around five; her fellow dancers in various stages of undress were chatting about the latest fashion, their no-good boyfriends, and the best hair remover on the market. Then it happened, on stage, before a wild audience. After all these years and all the shows with all her dancing partners, Sally never had such an intense orgasm on stage or anywhere else before. She had plenty fake and mild ones, but never such an honest to goodness orgasm.

That night Sally danced her heart out on stage in the PussyGalore, one of London’s trendiest and raunchiest strip clubs. Being naked on stage as the embodiment of the horny men’s best fantasies became a therapy for her. Dancing made her forget about her troubles at home and made her remember why she enjoyed being naked on stage.

The place was buzzing with an excited capacity crowd and the music pulsated through her veins and throbbed in her clit. The whirling-coloured lights, her dancing partner, Devi’s lips and tongue on her engorged pussy, and the fact that they were both naked in front of a horny audience must have had something to do with what followed.

It was Sally’s second strip show of the evening. A fire torch was lit when Devi led her on stage, both dressed in their ancient Roman togas. Devi played the Mistress and Sally the Egyptian slave. Of course, the Mistress’ toga was a long white see-through chiffon dress held together with a golden rope around her waist. The flickering fire accentuated the flimsiness of her dress by revealing her nakedness underneath to the appreciative crowd.

Sally, the slave, did not even have that much covering over her sexy body. She would not call her dress a toga; it was really a small tunic that barely covered her pussy and ass. Her two naked fleshy orbs with pointed nipples stood proud for all the clients to admire or to lust after. She loved the attention the audience gave her titties and pussy. Her black wig was the only item on her person that covered what it was supposed to hide, her short flaming red hair.

Devi made Sally undress her and then bathe her with her tongue. Accompanied by highly erotic modern music, Sally disrobed Devi while dancing around her. Every time she whirled around her Mistress, the short tunic flew up in the air to expose her hairless slit and ass to the approving crowd.

Sally admired her beautiful dancing partner, her long blond hair, her heavy breasts, and the small patch of soft hair in the V of her legs pointing towards a protruding clitoris. Since their first dance together more than three years ago, Sally had discovered the eroticism of Devi’s tits. Her favourite game was to scoop up her companion’s boobs, enfold them with both hands, and nibble on those erect pink nipples in the middle of those large areolas.

Devi could get off if someone licked, sucked, and bit them long enough, but Sally knew they didn’t have enough time for that during their Ancient Rome routine. She slipped her hand between her companion’s legs, frigging her big swollen clit. She was surprised to feel the dripping wetness between the puffy lips. Devi was already hot and Sally decided to help her dance partner reach an orgasm.

Pushing two fingers into Devi’s pussy, Sally stimulated the valley between Devi’s pussy lips, from clit to hole, with her thumb. She could feel Devi’s clit swell even more and the increased pussy juices cascaded down her fingers. Devi’s pussy lips even tried to suck Sally’s fingers deeper into her love hole.

As part of the act, Devi ripped off Sally’s slave tunic and tossed it into the audience. Bending down, Sally planted her legs apart and wiggled her shapely ass in the air, teasing the crowd with her exposed pussy. A warm wind from the audience caressed her open cunt while her breast swayed rhythmically beneath her bent body. Pulling her fingers out of Devi’s cunt, Sally half turned to the audience and showed them the dripping pussy juice. A man in front shouted, “Lick them off.”

Forming her fingers into a small cock, she flicked her tongue over the wetness before she buried it in her mouth to suck off the juice. Something tasted different, like it was the nectar of the gods. Sally did not have time to make a better assessment of the taste because the next section of the show was about to start.

Then Devi touched her swinging boobs and the world changed. An electric shock bolted through Sally and exploded in her cunt, blinding her for a moment.

“What’s happening to me?” panicked Sally. Devi has touched her many times before but never with such a result. The crowd thought her buckling knees and dripping cunt were part of the act and cheered enthusiastically. She grabbed onto Devi’s hips to prevent her from falling. Sally felt Devi’s skin glowing warm with love and simultaneously sucking love from her hands.

Drained and refreshed at the same time, Sally recovered sufficiently to continue with the show. Her mind was racing like a speeding bullet, trying to figure out what to do next. With shaking legs, Sally steadied herself by leaning against Devi and buying time, she kissed her way up over her belly, between her boobs to her open mouth. Devi looked at her with wide, lust-filled eyes. Squashing their breasts together the two strippers grinded their pelvises against one another.

The crowd cheered and shouted; “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!”

Sally floated like a fairy away from Devi and bowed in adoration, sticking her naked ass out as a greeting to another section of the cheering crowd. One man reached out and touched the back of her thigh, before sliding his hand up to her wet pussy. For some reason she was not pissed off like she thought she should have been. It seemed so natural.

Devi in the meantime pirouetted and opened her legs into a split in one swift move. Lying on her side, she opened her legs, one on the stage floor and one in the air, her gaping cunt as an invitation for her lover to join her. As if in a dream Sally saw the glistening wetness of Devi’s exposed pussy and like a graceful swan disengaged from the man’s caress and floated back to her Mistress. She spread her legs to lock into Devi’s legs, slopping pussy against slopping pussy, wet cunt against wet cunt. Once locked, the warmth of their sexual centres spread over her body. They humped their pussies together, stimulating their clits.

Sally broke the pussy fuck first. She knew the continued stimulation might get them off before the end of the show. They danced away from the centre of the stage to opposite sides, spreading their pussies to the crowd. Sally even let one man lick her spread pussy lips before returning to Devi. This boldness in their act was something new and scary. What if they went too far, what if they were caught? She was beyond caring now, something or someone else had taken over and all Sally could do was to follow her instincts.

Sliding on her knees between Devi’s spread legs, Sally bent backwards and briefly touched the gaping pussy with her outstretched tongue before she moved past her. The men cheered. Then she turned around and grabbed Devi’s bum cheeks, kissed her fuck valley and slipped her tongue deep into the wet cunt.

As if possessed, Sally directed their every move, touch and exposure. They ended up in a sixty-nine position on the short ramp between the horny people. The men on both sides could see their open, wet pussies and their pucker holes. Sally was on top, her head between Devi’s legs, eating away at the cunt fest. Devi returned the favour by licking and sucking on her clit and pussy lips.

An invisible finger then slipped into Sally’s vagina, sending spasms of pleasure through her body, out of her mouth and into Devi’s wet love hole. Sally saw the most beautiful naked woman beckoning to her, inviting her with a soothing voice to cross over to the other side. Confused, Sally tried to disentangle herself from their embrace, but their shaking passion held them together, prohibiting her escape. Then the crowd got to its feet and went wild.

After the show, Sally glowed with passion and Devi sparkled with enthusiasm. The other girls looked at them with envy. Once alone, they hugged and kissed, their sleek wet bodies slipping and squashing their tits and mounds together.

“That was incredible,” raved Devi. “I never felt so horny in my whole fucking life. Thank you for the fuck of the century and the best of all, everybody saw it. Fuck it girl, we’re hot, hot, hot.”

“But I didn’t do anything.” Sally sat down at her dresser. She saw her image in the mirror, radiant and aroused. She pulled her wig off and sneaked a peek at her dripping pussy. Her clit was swollen and her pussy lips opened like a ripe fig. She quickly closed her legs before Devi could see anything.

“Of course, you did. That tongue-fuck was out of this world. It was as if every part of my body orgasmed.”

"I was just lucky, I guess.” Who was that naked woman? In addition, who stuck his or her finger in her cunt? Sally knew that it would be useless to raise such questions to Devi. Her only concern was where her next fuck would come from. However, Sally wondered what Jake, her live-in and soon to be ex-boyfriend, would say about this.

~~~

Racing to her apartment near Kensington High Street from The PussyGalore, Sally was apprehensive and scared. She was late and because Jake was unpredictable, he might be furious that she wasn’t home on time. His suspicious mind might conjure up all kinds of infidelity. He would never understand what has happened to her. She needed to talk to someone about her experience on stage and about the vision. Two hours after the show she was still light-headed and horny.

Earlier, Devi had a better remedy for the events on stage and her unfulfilled horniness. She called her boyfriend to come and fuck her. He couldn’t, so she gave Brett, the shy barman, the shag of his life before Sally’s very eyes. She wanted to leave but Devi insisted she stay and watch. It was the first time she actually watched two people having sex. She was so aroused that she couldn’t leave even though her mind told her to get back to Jake.

As expected, Jake blew his top when she unlocked the door. “Where the fuck have you been, you stupid cunt.” He grabbed her arm and yanked her into the apartment. “Have you been fucking around again, you no-good fucking whore?” Sally tried to explain her being late with some lame excuse, but Jake didn’t want to hear a thing.

“Where’s my fucking money?” Sally gave him the two hundred pounds she made. “You’re nothing but a whore. Stripping in front of all those horny fuckers. Don’t they have wives to fuck?” Sally wanted to tell him that it was his idea that got her started in the adult entertainment business and that he’d been sponging on her for three years now. But she knew it wouldn’t make a difference.

Her silence seemed to anger him. In one smooth move he ripped her clothes off and threw her on the couch. “Open your fucking legs so I can see if you’ve fucked somebody else.” Jake pushed her legs open and dipped his finger into her pussy. A little moisture remained and it infuriated Jake. He pulled out his dick, stuck it in and started to pound her relentlessly.

Sally resigned herself to get fucked. She relaxed and let him do all the work. Her pussy didn’t even feel Jake’s big cock inside her, or his mouth on her boobs. Later she didn’t even mind his weight. This was it, she thought. I’m getting out. This is the last time this asshole gets his way with me.

While Jake was busy shagging her, she concentrated on the events of the night. Was it just her imagination or did she really see the naked beauty? Actually, now that she thought about it, the figure was more like a princess or even a goddess. Sometime during her figuring out the problem, Jake finished and fell asleep.

Sally got up and went to bed. The fact that Jake used her only as a whore to shag and nothing else made her feel inferior. There must be more to making love than just fucking. That is what she wanted, a life where she could be more than a naked pussy. The only way to discover that life was to get out of her current situation. The one thing she would not want to change was her calling as an adult entertainer.

She loved the way she could use her body to visually pleasure men and women. She enjoyed the way she could make them horny, laugh and even worship her. It was all in the way she fulfilled their fantasies. Maybe if she put more thought into her acts, she might be able to change the attitudes of the patrons. Of course, the men who frequented the club had wives or girlfriends, but it was as if the women did not know how to use their bodies to give and receive pleasure.

Sally had a sleepless night. She kept her door locked to keep Jake out but it was not the concern of further annoyance from him that kept her awake. It was the episode onstage that occupied her mind. Since she became an adult entertainer, she was certain that stripping was her calling in life. The PussyGalore became a place of worship for all the customers. The stage, the mirrors, the music and the lights played on her fertile imagination to create an atmosphere of devotion to the Pussy, to all the pussies of all the women in the world.

Every time Sally went onstage, she became the representation of the sexuality of women and therefore gave her best to arouse and tease every patron in the audience. Out of respect for the goddess of love, Sally kept her pussy devoid of hair to give the audience unrestricted access to her vulva, but also to hide her flaming red hair.

The image of the naked woman she saw could be that of a goddess. But she thought that the goddess was just another pagan feminist creation to the male god of the patriarchal religions. Sally made up her mind to find out more about the Goddess and if she gets another invitation to accept it without question.

Instead of her usual morning run, Sally spent two hours in the library reading up on the Goddess of Love. She found that before God became a man, she was a woman, and that men and women were treated as equals in society and in religion. In Babylon the women voluntary spent one year as temple prostitutes or priestesses in the service of the goddess. They were revered as holy women and as the goddess incarnate or her physical representative on earth. Sex with a priestess was communion with the divine and brought prosperity to the devotee and the community.

Later at the PussyGalore, Sally had to share this with Devi. “You think we’re fucking goddesses?” said Devi, sarcastically. “Well, the only time I feel like a goddess is when a sugar daddy spoils me with fancy clothes, jewels and a penthouse apartment. Do you know how many times that has happened? Fucking never!” Devi turned back facing the mirror and continued to apply her make-up. “We’re nothing but fucking sluts pretending we’re adult fucking entertainers. So, don’t be such a pussy and fuck as many dicks that will pay for the privilege to see your cunt.”

Sally knew it was a mistake to tell Devi and maybe she was right. Men still saw strippers and whores as the necessary dregs of society. Feeling more depressed, Sally prepared for her first show of the couple’s evening. Those evenings when women were invited to the show, The PussyGalore usually had a man on stage to satisfy the female customers and it was Sally’s turn to be his dancing partner. She looked forward to their act even though they were not supposed to have sex but just act raunchy.

Greg was a well-built young man with a thick cock and a friendly smile. On stage, he was professional as a dancer and entertainer. Sally was apprehensive about this particular show although they had rehearsed it many times. Greg was doing Count Dracula with fangs, a cape and G-string while Sally played his reluctant victim.

The show started in darkness with scary music, Sally dressed in pure white, and the Count was nowhere to be seen. The tempo of the music picked up and suddenly a flash and the Count appeared through the floorboards. Sally cowered centre stage before the cloaked covered figure. He grabbed her; she tried to run away and ripped her dressed from her body. Naked and scared the victim dropped to the floor, her ass in the air, exposing her pussy to the audience.

Count Dracula swooped down and covered her body with his cape. Underneath the cape Sally stood with her back to Greg, her bottom cheeks against his satin G-string. She quickly added the make-up and on the beat of the music, he opened his cape to reveal the pale victim completely under his spell.

Count Dracula slid his hand over her flat belly and let it rest at the top of the naked mound. He “bit” her slender neck with his fake fangs and broke the small plastic capsule filled with thick red liquid Greg kept hidden in his mouth. As the “blood” oozed down her throat his hand slipped to her swollen clit. Sally gave an audible sigh of pleasure and opened her legs to allow the Count’s hand further access to her pussy.

The audience watched with bated breath how Greg massaged her clit with his thumb and then pushed two fingers into her juicy cunt. They swayed like this to the beat of the music for a few seconds. The victim then pulled the Count’s fingers from her pussy and licked off her own cunt nectar.

Turning around Sally quickly removed his G-string and threw it into the crowd. His cock sprang free from its confinement and stood to attention. The Count then closed the cape over both of them, Sally dropped to her knees and when he opened the cape again, she had his hard cock in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the opening and tasted his precum mixing with her saliva. The crowd cheered and whistled. Then he closed the cape again and all Sally could remember that she didn’t have his dick in her mouth anymore.

When Greg opened his cape, Sally was gone as if she never was. Only Count Dracula stood on stage with an enormous erection pointing at the audience who went wild with enthusiasm.

~~~

Sally woke up in a warm womb with low lights emanating from candles on the walls of what looked like a temple. The statue of a beautiful naked woman looked at her and smiled. It was the naked woman in her vision! Sally was frightened and excited at the same time. But his was no mere mortal she saw, but a statue of the Goddess that came to life.

“Who are you?” Sally wanted to make sure that this wasn’t a dream.

“I am Calypso, the Goddess of Love,” came the sweet voice from the statue. “I brought you here for you to find the Sacred Vulva that was stolen from me. If it is not returned before the full moon, darkness will descent upon the world and the people will become slaves of the vengeful toad god Phallus of Kharbah.”

“But why me? What place is this? No, what date is this?” Sally was confused. She read about the time when the male gods destroyed the love of the Goddess, but it was impossible that she was now in that time. Sally tried to think straight, clear her mind and tried to find answers but the answers were not inside her but in this strange world.

“By the end of the journey you will know all. Just be what you are.” With these words Calypso disappeared, and Sally felt alone in a bizarre world.

Then two beautiful naked blonde girls walked in and led her to a large bathroom of sorts. In the middle of the room was a large sunken bath filled with warm water. The girls led her into the bath and the warmth of the water gave her a sense of safety. They bathed her, poured oil all over her body and rubbed it in.

Their hands caressed every part of her naked body, stimulating her clitoris, pinching her nipples and cleansed her pussy with a fragrant soap. Such pampering was something strange to Sally. She was used to serving Jake but now she decided to relax and let her bath maidens take care of her physical needs.

Sitting on the edge of the bath the older blond opened her legs and said: “Welcome to the Temple of Calypso.” She tweaked the nipples of her own heavy breasts she then slipped a hand over her tummy down to her clean pussy. She pulled the hood from her clit to spread her cunt lips with her fingers. Sally saw that her pussy was glistening wet and swollen. She has not come yet and when Sally looked into her emerald-green eyes all she could see was naked lust. What a welcoming committee, thought Sally. Well, she couldn’t let these two beauties down. She wanted to make love to them both.

Sally knelt before the one temptress’ spread legs and started to kiss and lick her left leg from her knee to her mound. Delaying her rush to her cock alley a little longer she repeated the procedure on her right leg. The blonde pushed her groin into Sally’s face and pulled her head forward. Sally’s nose hit her clit and she wriggle her head from left to right to continue the stimulation of her love button. Circling her arms around her, Sally grabbed her ass cheeks and kneaded them vigorously. Then she slipped her hand between her legs and rubbed it over the length of her slit.

She quivered at the touch, threw her legs over Sally’s shoulders and locked it on her head. Sally fell backwards with her mouth firmly on her cunt. Sally’s nose was buried in her clit hood while she lapped the juices from her gaping vagina with her tongue. She could feel her chin touching her bum hole as she drank from her fountain of pussy juice.

All sound seized in Sally’s ears as the blonde clutched her head between her legs. She rode Sally’s mouth till she came in a gush of female cum. She let go of Sally’s head and fell on the bed. Then the other girl pushed Sally’s legs apart and started to eat her out. It wasn’t long before Sally came with a scream.

~~~

“That is Queen Amida with Yarba. And Zenoi.” Randith pulled Xana off the phallus and charged her to hurry to the temple to save the Queen and Zenoi.

Xana dressed quickly and hurried through the crowded streets of Pudenta to the temple on Damuzi Street. When she entered the temple, a congregation had gathered to watch the union with Calypso. On the altar stage a beautiful naked priest was on top of a woman with a man beneath her, obviously making love. Then a blinding light filled the temple for a moment.

When she could see again the woman beneath the priest turned into Queen Amida. But the man beneath them was Yarba, the evil wizard. Xana pushed through the crowd to confront the evil that kidnapped the Queen. Drawing her sword, she scared away the believers and made her way onto the stage. The priest knelt between their legs, bowing to the Queen.

“Zenoi,” Xana shouted. “The man is a wizard from Kharbah.” Yarba pushed the Queen off him, but no longer as the dull groom but the dark, handsome and hairy wizard. Zenoi got to his feet ready to fight. What a beautiful cock, Xana thought looking at Zenoi. She jumped between the naked Queen and Yarba, pointing her sword at him.

The wizard mumbled a spell she couldn’t understand, waving his arm in her direction. A thunderclap stunned her for a moment and when she could hear and see again, Zenoi was on the floor and the wizard gone. She rushed over and saw the Queen and priestess of the temple already at his side. Apparently Zenoi absorbed the spell with his powers and prevented the wizard turning Xana into a toad or something

“Your Majesty, I am Xana of the Imperial Temple Guard. Randith sent me to escort you to the Temple of Calypso.”

“Thank you for your concern but I must see that Zenoi has been taken care of.” With that she put his penis in her mouth and started to suck. Xana joined her and together they brought him back to life. Queen Amida traced her hand over Xana’s body and underneath her leather tunic, into her cunt. Xana moaned a little, feeling the passion burning in her.

A fully recovered Zenoi broke their embrace with a polite cough.

“We better get going, Your Highness,” he said, “before the evil one returns.” Una, the priestess, draped a gown over the Queen’s naked shoulders while Zenoi wrapped a tunic around his slim waist, hiding his cock from Xana. What a shame and Xana wanted more of it, eh, him. Maybe a next time.

~~~

Sally saw a beautiful dark red hair beauty and her blond male companion entered the Temple where she sat before the statue of Calypso, being instructed by her two lovers about the Island of Eros. When the two strangers entered, Sally stood up as her two blonde companions excused themselves. She was now dressed as a priestess of Calypso and the woman looked at her with scepticism. The woman spoke first. “What are you doing here? Are you one of Yarba’s spies?”

“I am Sally from London and Calypso brought me here to help you find the stolen Sacred Vulva.” The two looked at her with amazement.

“Who told you the Sacred Vulva was stolen?” demanded the woman.

“Your Goddess, Calypso.” They still didn’t believe her. “Well, Zenoi, she also told me that you just fucked Queen Amida and you Xana, saved them both from a bad dude called Yarba.” They looked shocked at her knowledge.

For a moment time ceased to exist for Sally as she admired the beauty of the two before her. Zenoi in his short tunic and blond hair looked like a Greek god. His strong jaw, sensual lips and white teeth complemented his blue eyes to perfection. She hasn’t seen an Englishman looked this good. His well-built chest and strong arms, narrow waist and athletic legs weakened her knees, but it was the bulge beneath the piece of cloth that wet her pussy.

Xana, the warrior, oozed an indescribable sensuality that astounded Sally. Without her armour, her long dark red hair fell over her naked shoulders, accentuating her upper body beauty. The sash of the micro-mini over her left shoulder covered one breast leaving the right orb exposed. A hint of Xana’s sex lips peeked at Sally under the hem of the mini. Her beautiful face was flawless with natural red lips, a perky nose and green eyes. Sally fell head over heels in love with the two divine beings.

Zenoi’s words shattered her reverie. “Then we better inform Randith about your presence.” He turned to leave but Sally stopped him.

“Don’t tell her.” Sally hesitated. “I don’t know why but she mustn’t know that I’m going with you. The two priestesses won’t say a thing either. Please believe me.”

“We can always ask Calypso if what you say is true,” said Xana. The two looked at each other and then sat down in a meditation posture facing the statue. Sally copied their actions and soon found herself in a trance making love to Xana and Zenoi. The sweet voice of Calypso filled their minds to explain their quest.

“My dear Zenoi, you must keep Sally’s presence hidden from Randith and everyone else. She must be your secret weapon to trick the evil Yarba and the toad Phallus.” A finger entered Sally’s wet pussy and stimulated her clit. Judging from the heavy breathing coming from Xana and Zenoi, someone also touched their sexual organs. Their orgasms erupted simultaneously, leaving them exhausted on the floor.

Sally recovered and crawled over to Xana and lapped her wet pussy, extracting life energy from the juice. Xana licked Zenoi’s cum from his body and cock while Zenoi sucked on Sally’s engorged pussy. Once the circle was completed, they woke from their trance and stared at one another. She wanted to love them forever.

Sally waited in the temple while Zenoi and Xana prepared for their departure. This strange world was exciting and suited to her exhibitionist lifestyle. Now she could be naked most of the time and fuck whomever she wanted. This was a new experience for her as a repressed slut from London. It seemed as if love had only one rule, pleasure coupled with honesty. Sally could never trust Jake and she was never truthful to him. She was afraid of his temper outbursts and his jealousy. In this place and time, she could start afresh.

In less than two hours, the three set off on their journey, disguised as ordinary travellers from Pudenda on their way to the coast on holiday. Zenoi and Xana had to cancel their liaison with Queen Amida till they return at full moon, twenty-one days later.

To be continued...