We are so caught up in rapture that we are unaware of the eyes that are taking in our every movement, savoring the rise and fall of our bodies. Inhaling our scents, and basking in the aroma of arousal.
Toth moans.
I moan.
Then we are both startled by a noise. It is of someone clearing his throat. We both stare with surprised looks on our faces. It is Horus standing in the doorway. His eyes are full and wide, dancing with lust from watching us. He smiles as Toth continues to thrust inside of me, makes no effort to stop. I am starting to feel uncomfortable knowing Horus is here, but Toth does not care. He presses his chest against my back, sucks on my earlobe, then whispers, “Let him join us.” His thrusts become harder. His penis thickens.
“Nooo,” I moan. “Ooooh…yes…uh…no.”
“Let him join us,” he says again, pushing harder, pulling my cheeks open wider as he stretches my rectum.
“Uh…mmm…oh, yes…mmm…noooo…”
I close my eyes, block out his request, and concentrate on the building sensation that stirs itself around my clitoris. I do not know how long my eyes have been closed, but when I open them, Horus is kneeling over us, hovering near my face. His penis inches from my reach. My lips quiver in anticipation; drool slides down the side of my mouth. Toth sees this and seems to be excited. He seems eager to see me suck Horus’s organ while he inches my legs up over his shoulders and around his neck. My back bows as his hands lift my buttocks up off the mat. Then he slides his thickness into me, stretching the yawn of my vagina. I gasp. He fills me with the length and width of his phallus. He begins pumping deep inside of me, and my juices start to splash against the edges of his manhood.
“Do it harder,” Horus eggs on, pinching my nipples. My vagina gets wetter and hotter with him tweaking my nipples between his fingers. “Make her beg for mercy from the gods above.” I glance in his direction, eyes slick with pleasure, and see he is stroking himself in time with Toth’s thrusts. “She likes it fast and hard,” he says, licking his lips, encouraging Toth to deepen his stride. His shaft rapidly plunges in and out of me, like a hot spear.
I am on fire, blazing like the sun, my hips slamming up against Toth’s, each thrust deeper than the one before. The sensitivity of my nipples is heightened by Horus’s touch. It is feeling so good. Toth is feeling so delicious inside of me. Horus is looking so delicious over me. But I shall not give either one of them the satisfaction of bringing forth screams of pleasure. I bite down on my lower lip.
“Harder,” I demand, stifling a moan that gets caught in the back of my throat. He slams himself into me. “Stop teasing me, Toth…feed me…lose yourself in me.”
He is panting. He is grunting. His hips are thrashing. His body is slick with sweat, and glowing under the moonlight. His face is twisting. I am forcing him to deliver pain and ecstasy in deep, fast strokes; forcing him to bring forth an orgasm that bursts through my hot, sweaty flesh. And with each stroke, in all its intensity, he is determined to give me all that I am asking, with force and urgency.
“Uh…,” he groans.
I catch the moon, full and bright, in the center of a cloudless sky, smiling down on me. I close my eyes, hold my breath, fight back the moans, and focus on the gold of dawn and the crimson of sunset that stretches across the back of my eyelids. I am coming. I bite down on my lip, pull Toth into me, dig my nails into his skin, and rake my nails along the small of his back.
“Deeper!” I yell.
“Faster!” I beg.
I open my eyes and turn my head to Horus. He is pumping his manhood in and out of his hand. The head of his penis is sliding in and out, peeking at me, taunting me. His heavy testicles hang loosely, swinging back and forth like a pendulum as he strokes himself. I reach up and touch them, feel the weight of them, then open my mouth to receive them as he lowers them down into my mouth. I suck and lick them as he strokes himself with one hand and strokes my clitor
is with the other. I lap at them as Toth strokes the inside of me. I swallow and gulp them as I pinch my right nipple with my hand.
Overhead, I catch the glimpse of the rays of the sun as it begins to lower itself over the Nile, crawling against a burst of pinks, oranges, and blues that brush across the horizon. I am coming. A rush of heat is swirling through me. I am coming. The world around me is spinning. I am coming, coming, coming. Again and again and again, wave after wave after wave, my juices splash against Toth’s thrusts. I will not scream. I want more. I need more.
“Harder,” I urge.
“Harder!” I shout.
“Harder!” I demand.
I turn my attention back to Horus, taking hold of his penis, then slowly slipping its bulbous head into my mouth. I suck. I kiss and fondle his testicles, my finger tracing a slow, sensuous path over and behind each one. And he lets out a soft moan that seems to turn Toth on. The sight and sounds of me making love to Horus with my mouth excites him. I deliberately make loud sucking sounds. There’s a twinkling in Toth’s eyes as he locks his stare onto my mouth nursing Horus’s manhood. He licks his lips, moistens them, as if he wants to pleasure the length of Horus, too. I may be in the throes of passion, but I am acutely aware of the attraction—or fascination—that stirs in Toth’s eyes for Horus. It fuels my already burning fire, ignites prickly sensations that shoot through me, and expels into an explosion of throaty grunts and groans. Toth’s excitement strengthens and lengthens inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist as he lifts my hips up off the mat, and buries himself deep into my womb.
My hand finds the groove of Toth’s neck and I draw him near, pull him to my lips and kiss him. My tongue darts back and forth between his mouth and Horus’s phallus. I swirl it, fast and wet, caressing Horus’s manhood and Toth’s lips at the same time. I alternate between sucking and kissing, kissing and sucking, then both simultaneously.
“That’s right, sweet Raghaba,” Toth says, urging me on, “suck Horus like you have sucked no other. Take him down into your throat so that he may empty himself into your belly.”
I moan and gag and gulp and swallow until I finally have Horus deep down in my throat. Tears rim my eyes, threaten to blur my vision. I fight them back. Stare into the center of the sky; see the moon slowly creeping out; feel the day’s heat lifting; drag my long, red-painted nails along Toth’s back, breaking skin.
Toth moans.
Horus moans.
I moan.
We are all moving to the same beat—Horus’s hand rubbing my clit, my mouth and lips on his manhood, in sync with the thrashing hips of Toth who is trying so desperately to find a way to climb up into my vagina, crawl through my womb, then push himself out through my mouth. There is a hum, followed by a string of music playing in my ear. The sweet plucking of the harp, the jangling of the sistrum, the whistling of the flute, the ringing of bells, the thump-thumping of drums, the beat of rhythmic handclapping is all around me. I am coming, and coming, and coming.