10 ANCIENT ALTAR
Amy and I enjoy some heavy petting in our tent, listening to our neighbors as they seem to be doing the same thing.
I delight in the welling arousal of our tender intimacy and make sure Amy has a small climax because I’m a gentleman.
Taking some time to recover and allow my erection to quiet down, we climb out of the tent, quickly joined by Ginny and Bea.
They are all smiles, and the dim light masks any blushed faces.
In the dark, we set out quietly. Our packs aren’t too heavy, only filled with blankets, LED lanterns, and some snacks.
A bottle of water swings from one side of the pack, tapping against my hip.
After about a quarter of a mile, we break out of the dense forest and into an empty lava field with some scrub.
The moon dazzles part-way up the eastern sky, giving us ample light as we hike along the well-maintained trail.
We focus on keeping a steady pace, walking in line with Bea leading, followed by Ginny and Amy, and then me taking the rear.
We are all quiet, trying to be stealthy, even if I know this part of the forest is empty.
Every once in a while, we see headlights from cars passing on the highway on the far bank of the lake.
It alerts me to the open expanse of the lake alongside us.
We seem exposed in the empty lava beds, but when I think it over, I realize that the driver is focusing on the road lit by his headlight.
It’s nearly impossible they’d notice four tiny shadows across the water.
The moon is bright in the cloudless sky, and the Milky Way paints a stark path just over the horizon.
With thoughts of cosmic connections swimming in my imagination, it’s odd to feel so small in the expanse of the universe but intimately connected to my five fated lovers.
I notice that Bea has paused at the edge of the lava field, her body illuminated by the cosmos on the edge of a shadowy forest.
“Should we use the lanterns?” she asks when we catch up, waving ahead of her into the dimly lit forest. “I can make out the trail, but I think it will be dimmer the deeper we get into the forest.”
Amy spins me around, unzips my pack, and pulls out a small, black disk. “We each have one of these,” she explains, pulling on a metal handle. “An LED light illuminates as it expands. We can tune the brightness and tone of the light as well.”
As she demonstrates, I recall the headlights of cars passing in the distance. “No one will notice these small lamps once we’re in the trees.” I turn Amy around to pull out her lamp while Ginny and Bea do the same for theirs. “Let’s see how far we can get into the forest before using them.”
We start moving again, keeping a closer distance.
I reflect on my hike with Paige, calculating how much further we have until the spring.
The forest darkens, but the full moon is almost at its zenith, and the sun’s reflected light bathes the forest trail in ethereal light.
I start worrying if we’ll be able to recognize the break in the trees along the path, but it’s unfounded when Bea stops and waves us forward.
“We’re here,” she whispers, pulling back a few branches.
“How did you know?” I ask, unable to discern much difference in the wall of foliage.
“I told you I’ve been here at night before.” She grins. “I’ve never been with the right person until you.”
The three of us pass and wait for her to lead us to the ancient tribal altar as the sound of chirping insects grows.
After a few paces, I notice dim lights as the clearing expands, and the time-worn, fallen trunk appears.
Paige and Leah kneel naked on a folded quilt at the end of the fallen trunk.
They breathe slowly with their heads bowed, looking like they’re meditating.
Lines of tiny LED lights illuminate the trunk and stump.
Our rustling breaks them out of their reverie, and they look up, their faces lit eerily by the subdued lanterns. They rise to meet us, and we all take turns hugging before Leah steps back to address us.
“Okay, we have one bag set aside for clothes,” she says, pointing to an open bag at the end of the log.
“We set out quilts at the far end of the tree trunk and covered the stump. The lanterns and the full moon give us enough light. You can add yours around as you like. Whenever you’re ready, we can start.”
Bea steps up next to her and then addresses the rest of us. “I wanted to say a little bit about this place. Is that okay? I can tell it while we undress because if everyone feels the same magic swirling around us—it’s time.”
As she speaks, the odd quickening rises, building in my core, and a wave of arousal shifts through the group of females. With sighs, we drop our packs, handing Paige and Leah more quilts. Then, we start removing our shoes.
“When the First People started populating this region, they stuck to the valleys near the rivers.”
Bea starts her tale as she strips off her shorts.
“Slowly, they migrated up the McKenzie River, following rich game and fish sources. The Winefelly, Mohawk, and Kalapuya tribes settled this region. Peaceful people that lived in harmony with nature, like many tribes of the Pacific Northwest.”
Glancing around, I fold my t-shirt and lay it on my shoes and folded shorts.
I’m in just my boxers; the rest have stripped down to bras and panties.
Bea pulls off her black longsleeved rash guard, and her breasts bounce, unhampered by a bra.
Her nipples are thick and hard as she glances at me, grinning.
“My people believed that this site, near the spring, was a nexus of spiritual energy. They felled this tree centuries ago, arranging the stump and trunk as it is now, long before Lewis and Clark’s journey to the end of the Columbia.
They used this sacred altar as a place to consummate relationships between lovers. Sometimes with an audience, sometimes just in pairs.”
Bea pauses to focus on Ginny. “We are re-enacting this ritual tonight to welcome our sister, Imogen, into our circle.”
Folding my boxers, my erection throbs against my thigh as I bend and collect my clothes to carry them to the bag Leah and Paige set aside.
I reflect on the past two visits when we’d tossed our clothes in a rush to start.
We felt hurried because it was daylight, and we knew hikers were moving through the woods in intervals.
This time, we’re one in the woods, masked by the shadows of the full moon, so there is a sense of calm even as the quickening grows inside us.
Bea climbs onto the log, joining Paige and Leah, and is quickly followed by Amy and Ginny as I walk behind my five lovers.
They’re all completely naked, and I take in their differences as we pace along the spongy surface of the decaying felled tree.
Leah is in the front, her auburn hair—illuminated by the lanterns—seeming to glow like fire.
Behind her, Paige’s short, dark, pixie hair and tall, thin frame have an elfin look in the deep forest.
Bea’s darker skin tone is even more alluring in the dim illumination of the lanterns; her curves sway enticingly as she walks.
Amy’s pace is calm; her red hair is longer than Leah’s but has the same fire-like quality from the artificial illumination.
My mind wanders, thinking about what it was like for the natives that first constructed this altar.
Did they use a ring of torches? Did they have fires lit to provide warmth?
I blink and shake my head, noticing the first four have split apart, lining the sides of the trunk for the last few feet.
Ginny pauses, looking over her shoulder at me.
Her blonde hair glows, flowing over her bare shoulders as she turns to smile at me.
She glances down, then takes a small hop to the flat stump.
Her breasts and ass bounce deliciously as she twists to face me.
I walk between the two lines of my harem, focusing on her delicate features and fair wisps of golden hair.
I’m about to claim her at this ancient altar, and my cock pulses as the quickening builds in my core.
I take the time to share a smile with each of my lovers as I pass them, then focus on Ginny as I step across the space and join her on the stump.
Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her gently, and we immediately sink into the welling arousal and deepen our kiss.
Her hands lift and wrap around my neck as I grip her ass and pull her against me.
My rigid erection bends between us as our bodies meet and then melt together.