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Alice threw her head back and screamed with ecstasy as she felt her orgasm approaching. Her lover this evening was Geeta, who was lying on the floor face up, and Alice was straddling the beautiful Indian, her vagina moving rapidly back and forth as Geeta licked her with powerful strokes. It seemed to Alice that Geeta's tongue was tireless - the girl never seemed to know fatigue. Geeta had brought Alice to two powerful orgasms that evening already by licking her, yet there was no sign that the fast-moving tongue and lips were showing any sign of slowing down.
Geeta changed tactics, curling her tongue and making it a hard, wet shaft. She gently placed her hands on Alice's hips. Geeta did not dare direct Alice's movements - Geeta understood the new order of things, and would not dare direct Alice any manner whatsoever. But the gentlest of pressures merely suggested to Alice which way should might move, and Alice responded by moving forward and allowing Geeta's tongue, soft and hard at the same time, to snake up her ass, exploring her in a way that Alice had never before experiences. Geeta had never tongued anyone in this way before, but she desperately wanted Alice to be the first.
"Geeta - that's it girl! Tongue me! Fuck my ass with your tongue!" Alice began to pump her ass up and down, Geeta maintaining her tongue's firmness as Alice rode her. Before this evening, Geeta had never voluntarily submitted herself to another human being - she had always retained some element of control if she could. But tonight was different, and she had given herself to Alice completely, allowing her lover to take her in any way it pleased her, for Alice's pleasure and not for hers. Geeta had not yet orgasmed during their lovemaking that night, and she was not sure that she would allowed to, for this evening was not about her pleasure, but instead was her way of showing Alice the depth of Geeta's love and respect for her.
The change in the relationship between the two young women had come about quite suddenly. Much earlier that evening, Geeta had been mingling with the hetaerae and other guests at Aphrodite's Botswana temple. Present were all the hetaerae Superior of the goddess's temples throughout the world, and great was the respect accorded to these special women. Calista was kind enough to introduce Geeta to a number of them, giving her the opportunity to make obeisance directly. Geeta had met and kissed the feet of the superiors from the temples at Cardiff, Munich, Muang Xay and Singapore. Geeta wished her friend Alice had been with her to see this, but she was not here this evening, for of course she was back in Cyprus, servicing men privileged to visit the goddess's temple there as an act of worship of Aphrodite. Of the women present who were not temple superiors, most were the hetaerae of the Botswana temple, whose function of course it was to wait on the guests. Geeta and Ilena were the exceptions.
The guests were for the most part mingling in the temple's courtyard, a verdant paradise surrounded by the cool white stone of the quadrangular building that enclosed it. Here and there fountains sprayed high, dissipating into a fine mist which made the area much cooler than it would have been otherwise. Various pathways wound this way and that through the vegetation, ending sometimes in small private areas where one could sit on a bench by a small pool, or in a shady rock garden. It was in one of the remoter corners of the courtyard, shielded from the other pathways by dense foliage, that Calista and Geeta encountered a stunningly beautiful Indian woman - almost as tall as Geeta, her skin somewhat darker, her almond eyes dark and alluring - a truly exception creature that stood out even in a gathering filled with beautiful woman. Calista knelt, Geeta immediately doing the same - obviously this was someone senior to Calista, for the superiors of the temples were ranked in order of seniority.
"Geeta, let me introduce you to Durga, the Hetaera Superior of the Puna temple." Geeta, still in her kneeling posture, leaned forward and kissed Durga's foot.
"I am honoured to make your acquaintance," said Geeta.
"Rise, child," said Durga, taking Geeta's hand. "And I am very happy to meet you! Calista, this girl is a rare treasure - why is she in your temple and not mine?"
"She is Canadian, not Indian," replied Calista, "and the goddess has no temple in her country. Aphrodite occasionally permits her to serve at Cyprus with my hetaerae, although she is not one herself. But I have no objection if you would like to ask the goddess to let her pass some time at your temple."
"That's very kind of you," said Durga, her English that of a native speaker, heavily tinted with the beautiful Bombay accent. "But perhaps you would forgive me if I asked to spend some time with her now." Durga stroked Geeta's very long black hair, and gently pulling the girl's head back, kissed her full on the mouth. Geeta's lips parted in welcome, and she felt her mouth invaded by Durga's warm tongue. A hand was on her breast too, tweaking a nipple, Durga's other hand on her ass. Immediately Geeta felt herself getting wet with desire.
"By all means," said Calista, smiling. "Enjoy! When you're finished with her, please direct Geeta to find me." But before Calista could turn away, a gong sounded - the start of the ceremonies that brought them all there. At irregular intervals, sometimes only a few years apart, sometimes as much as a decade, the goddess summoned all her temple superiors. Occasionally there was an announcement of some kind, but it served only as an excuse for all of them to get together and compare notes and catch up on old friendships. Durga in the lead, the three women rushed out of their corner of the courtyard, hastening to the open area from where the gong had sounded. Durga and Calista took their places with the other temple superiors, Geeta and Ilena joining the Botswana temple hetaerae. Everyone was seated according to rank, for the goddess laid much emphasis on this. Respect for one's superiors was most important to the goddess. Geeta and Ilena were at the very back, for neither was a hetaerae and were permitted in the temple only on an occasional basis. As such, their status was the lowest of all present.
In her aspect as an African love goddess, Aphrodite emerged from a wing of the temple with two very senior temple superiors walking behind her. Her skin, already as black as it was possible for a person's to be, seemed even darker due to the contrast with the white silk robe she was wearing on the occasion. Her hair was decorated with local flowers, and while she preferred gold jewelry in her Aphrodite aspect, as the African Luamerava, she preferred to wear silver, it contrasting better with her skin. She seated herself on a dais, and after everyone had bowed, they too sat. The goddess looked them all over with evident satisfaction.
"It's been far too long since I have had the pleasure of seeing you together in one place," said Aphrodite. "And tonight I take particularly great pleasure in seeing you all, because have I news of an unusual nature to give you. It has been several decades since I last founded a temple, and tonight I wish to tell you all that a new temple devoted to my worship is to be established, at Toronto. I had never visited the city until about five years ago. It is barely 200 years old, and had not come to my attention. But in the last five years, I have had reason to visit it a number of times, and I am quite pleased with it and its inhabitants. And so a new temple will be built there, and once it is properly established, we all will visit it together to inspect it and meet the hetaerae who will be part of it."
Although everyone present maintained a respectful silence (had Aphrodite not been present there would have been much discussion), all the temple superiors were wondering who would be appointed the temple superior of the new temple. Often a more senior superior from nearby temple was given the task, but none present were from a temple anywhere near Toronto. The closet temple was at Burlington, Vermont, but that temple was itself fairly new, having been founded only a century before, and it was unlikely that the superior of that temple would be transferred.
"And now I will introduce to you all the superior of the Toronto temple. She is known to only a few of you, and I have decided to elevate her to superior status despite the fact she is only a rather junior hetaerae. She has been my devotee for barely a half-decade, and yet she has shown herself to be of exceptional intelligence, beauty and wit." Geeta knew the goddess was not talking about her - strictly speaking she was not a hetaera at all. But who could it possibly be?
All the superiors were furiously considering possible candidates from the hetaerae at their own temples, each worried that perhaps they had missed a gem that the goddess had found. Each of them reported regularly to the goddess about the conduct of everyone in her temple. Only recently Durga had had to mention in a report that one of her hetaerae had shown less than the appropriate respect. She hoped that she had not been mistaken in her estimation, for it would be terrible if someone she had criticized had been judged otherwise by the goddess herself.
The two senior superiors who had accompanied Aphrodite to the dais had returned to the temple, and now once again were approaching the dais, this time with a third woman, dressed in the identical robes to the goddess herself, but for the addition of a heavy veil entirely concealing her face. The new superior of the Toronto temple stepped onto the dais, and knelt before the goddess, and then turned to face the audience, still kneeling.
"You may stand," said the goddess. "My devoted followers, I introduce you to Alice, the superior of the new Toronto temple."
With this introduction, Alice removed her veil. Geeta had difficulty seeing Alice properly, her vision clouded by the tears of joy that filled her eyes. Never would she have guessed that her friend, whose initial encounter with the goddess had gone so badly for her, would have risen so high in the goddess's esteem. Geeta cried also because she knew that her friendship with Alice would never be the same - in fact, was gone, for Alice's elevation had placed a great gulf between them. Henceforth, Alice could demand anything of Geeta, could do anything to Geeta, and in return Geeta owed her the same unquestioning obedience she was required to show to any of the other superiors.
At the goddess's invitation, the other temple superiors all applauded Alice, who accepted their welcome with many thanks. Geeta, on the other hand, acknowledged Alice in the same manner as the ordinary hetaerae, who all prostrated themselves before her.
"The superior of the Toronto temple summons you, Geeta." These were the words Geeta heard from the taller of the two hetaerae who had come to her door, a strong African woman, whom Geeta thought was probably of Somalian background, judging by her facial features. The other hetaera was the only white member of the Botswana temple, a slim, waif-like creature - barely five feet tall with very delicate features, small, pouty breasts and a face that resembled Audrey Hepburn. Geeta was in the dormitory she was sharing with Ilena, and the two of them had been about to go to bed. Not to sleep, of course, but instead to make love. The two had become lovers shortly after the goddess had rescued them both from the clutches of a gang of rapists, and they took the greatest pleasure from each other's company, both in bed and out. But a summons from a temple superior required instant compliance.
"I'll come with you immediately," said Geeta. "Is it appropriate that I change back into formal clothing?" Geeta was dressed in night clothing that left little to the imagination.
"Normally you would dress in something more appropriate," said African woman. "But Alice said for you to come immediately, and so you have no time to change." Geeta nodded, and grabbed a robe that was hanging from the back of the door. "I'll see you later, Ilena!"
Geeta strode between the two hetaerae, very pleased that Alice had thought to summon her on a night that was obviously very special to Alice. Her mind was a bit clouded by the amount of drinking she'd done, and she struggled to sober up, not wanting to appear inebriated before a superior. The night breeze wafted through the temple, opening Geeta's robe. She wrapped it about herself, enjoying the night sounds from the insects in the fields surrounding the temple. Despite the lateness of the hour, she could hear muted sounds of revelry from across the courtyard, where the more junior hetaerae were cleaning up after the feast. Then the more senior of her two escorts addressed her.
"I understand you have known Alice for some time."
"Yes," said Geeta. "We've been friends for about eight years. We're very close." The hetaera only nodded. Geeta thought she detected a bit of a smirk in the woman's expression, but of course said nothing, it being inappropriate for her to ask questions of a hetaera. But she wondered what could be the reason for the attitude. But the look had been so fleeting that Geeta thought perhaps she had imagined it. The three women continued along a corridor bordering the immense courtyard, and then arriving at a corner, they headed through a door into the interior of wing of the temple. Soon they reached a door at which a half dozen other hetaerae were standing. Geeta was surprised at the number of attendants - as a junior temple superior, Alice did not rank high enough to be attended by so many. But perhaps this was because Alice was being celebrated this evening. Geeta noticed that these hetaerae, like the two escorting her, were all more senior ones that had been privileged to be seated near Alice during the feast.
The senior of Geeta's escorts knocked at the door, and was permitted entry. She summoned Geeta to follow her in. Geeta was impressed with the chambers given to Alice for her stay - the outer room was very large and well-furnished, more than adequate to entertain a dozen guests. Alice was dressed a superior's casual robe, her feet bare on the cool marble floor. Geeta dropped to her knees and prostrated herself before her friend, struggling not to smile as she did so.
"So she's here," said Alice. Not much of a welcome, thought Geeta. Was Alice already getting above herself?
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