Somewhere in South East Tibet
The white sun rose over whiter mountains – the piercing shafts of light harsh
and unrelenting. Blue sky contrasts with the stark alpine landscape. Freezing
and almost snow-blind, I stumble onward – delirious with hunger, aimless in
direction. The sun rises higher in the vast Himalayan sky. My mind flashes with
images of my dead companions – like snippets of vivid motion film. Each appears
and flicks away. They are soon replaced by images of home – my mother’s cottage,
the evenings spent in the Englisher Garten with the crew, my handsome Doberman,
Eventually my legs give out from beneath me, and I crumple to the snow. I lay
there helpless as a babe and numb to all elements save my impending doom. Even
the eternal fires of hell will be welcome if it chases from my bones this
As I stare upward, not even daring to think, I become gradually aware of a
presence – the feeling of proximity to another – which both electrifies and
frightens. Too weary to even move my head, I wait. A hooded figure stares down
at me. I try to speak but my breath catches in my throat. I reach up to the
visitor, this welcome interloper at the scene of my demise. I try to rise, but
collapse. Blackness envelops me.
Warmth. My God! Warmth – I must be in heaven... or hell… I open my eyelids just
a crack and survey my surroundings. I am situated in a large bed in the middle
of a room. It must be day, as I can see little spears of light piercing through
the carved wooden window shades. The room is painted deep crimson, with delicate
carved pillars, and arched windows and door ways.
Before long I hear someone approaching – a door opens and a young woman enters
the chamber. I stir, and she comes quickly to the bedside and feels my forehead,
inspects my frost nipped fingers, and looks into my eyes to check my pupils. She
pauses for a moment – and the in perfect German, says,
“Good Morning Mr. Feisler, and welcome to Vashna-La, I am glad to see that you
are awake – you have been out for some time now.”
“You know who I am…?” I stammer, scarcely able to believe my surroundings.
“We do. You are Helmut Feisler of Berlin, Mountaineer, and leader of the
expedition sent to climb H32 – the Reissspitze.”
“What of my friends – I must find them!” I begin to get out of bed, but the
young woman places her hand on my chest and shakes here head,
“I’m very sorry, Mr. Feisler. The avalanche… it… well… you were the only
survivor. The area of your camp is covered under hundreds of meters of snow and
I open my mouth to protest, but she just shakes here head. A moment passes in
“What is this place?” I ask.
“This is the Temple of Vashna-La, the monastery which houses the Vishneri
“The Vishneri Sisterhood…?”
“The Vishneri sisterhood is a Buddhist order which teaches that nirvana can be
achieved through many short forays into the fringes of complete bliss. This may
be through meditation, prayer, study, even succumbing to desire. We allow only
women and girls to live and worship here – no men are allowed in the monastery
save for very few. There are no villages for a hundred miles in any direction.
We are not bothered here.”
I pondered for a moment – “If there are no men, how do you keep this place
going, even if you can do all the work were do you get girls to join.”
“We don’t find them – they are born into the sisterhood. If a boy is born – he
is taken to a monastery far away to study other teachings.”
“But how can children be born – if there are no men, who are the fathers?” I
protest. She smiles coyly and does not answer. She reaches to a table next to
the bed and grabs a bowl of steaming soup. She feeds it to me spoonful by
“This will give you strength – now you must sleep.” She stands and noiselessly
moves to the door.
I awake. It appears to be night as there is no light streaming through the
lattice as before. The room is dimly lit by dozens upon dozens of candles
arranged in clusters in each corner of the room. The rich red light floods
across the room like a warm tide. There is a scent in the air too, basic and
pheromone-like – ancient and intoxicating. The air is charged – electric –
steeped with tension and anticipation.
The door opens and four young women, of maybe 18 years, enter wearing loose
fitting robes. They approach my bed two by two – slowly, deliberately, and in
step. One of them grabs the rich silk blanket which covers my form and pulls it
away. Each girl mounts the bed and clambers toward me, slowly and seductively –
each taking their time – seeming to glide over the bed. I lay there, shirtless
and unsure - not daring to dream if this is reality.
The four ladies reach me, their robes having fallen from their shoulders
exposing eight breasts between them – each round and supple – all orange sized
with nipples erect. Eight almond eyes peer longingly at me – striking white and
black against the rich coffee of their flawless skin. Each girl is beautiful,
but subtle. There movements are slow and deliberate – there is no timidness,
only a sense of grace and delicacy.
The first girl leans forward, and looming – larger than life above me – moves
her face closer to mine. Her lips part slightly as she presses her face into
mine – our tongues intertwine and I reach up to embrace her. She smells of
spices, rich, tantalizing and exotic. Her eyes burn into mine – piercing into my
very core – my inhibitions taking refuge in the deepest recesses of my soul.
As our interaction intensifies – three pairs of hands begin to remove my
trousers. The ferocity of our oral congress triggers my nervous system; the big
head is no longer in control. The primal lizard brain reigns supreme. My member
springs to life, growing large and erect, stabbing skyward in a plea for
attention - a plea which was very soon to be most dutifully heeded. My most
forward companion draws back, the intoxicating flavor of her saliva still
glistening on my lips. One of the other girls bends down – tongue extended –
and, with it, touches the very tip of my engorged dick. She holds it steady for
a moment, then begins to toy with me. She uses her nimble mouth organ to tease
my cock – pushing the tip into the entrance of urethra and flicking outward.
Each time she does this she moves her supple lips fractionally closer to the
head of my member. When it seems she can get no nearer she opens her tiny mouth
and takes in the head. This seemed to be a cue to the other two girls as they
immediately move to prod my balls and perineum with their sweet tongues.
Inside of the young woman’s mouth my dick was ready to explode. She swirled
her tongue around and around and slid her alabaster teeth across the skin in a
slow erotic rhythm. The first girl then straddles my chest. Letting her robe
fall away entirely, she exposes her shaved pussy to me. She begins to slide her
labia up and down my chest with a lithe and methodical calm. She raises her arms
to run her fingers through the languid ringlets of her raven hair as she grinds
away. She arches her back, pointing her magnificent breasts skyward. I place my
hands on her hips and begin to slide them upward. Keeping pace with her rhythmic
thrusts, her three companions continue their ministrations with renewed vigor.
Soon the spasms begin as my balls telegraph the impending release of cum. The
girl manning my manhood slides back ward so that her lips are just atop my
turgid cock. She then applies an incredible degree of suction as the other two
girls literally attack my shaft with tongues and lips. I grasp my rider tightly
as I shoot load after load of hot semen into the mouth of the young woman.
Again, and again it issues fourth, my vision blurred – it seems that the very
room is spinning. Fireworks explode inside of my head in a wild display of color
I watch in awe as the girl transfers the cum from her mouth to the mouth of
another, who, then in turn, does the same to the third. The young woman astride
my abdomen then leans back, legs spread and vagina gaping. The third girl then
climbs over her, so that she is laying, anti-parallel, on top of her. Then she
dips her head and places her lips in the opening of the vagina before her and
expels my semen into her moist and waiting womb. My seed glides back out from
betwixt her vaginal lips, whereupon it is tenderly directed back inside with the
young woman’s attentive tongue.
At this point the two ladies atop me slide from my abdomen and take positions at
each of my shoulders. Grabbing my arms they gently but firmly lift me upward and
indicate that I should kneel. One of the two other young women lies face down
atop two solid cylindrical pillows, her ass and dripping vagina pointed at me.
The remaining attendant straddles the back of the girl on the pillows – facing
me. Her legs spread wide, she beckons me forward.
I moved forward to embrace her. She grabs my erect cock and guides it into
the waiting pussy of the girl on the pillows. She pulls me close and begins
rocking back and fourth. The girl being fucked rolls on the round pillows like a
rocking horse, my cock sliding in and out of her viselike vagina. I needed only
to stand there motionless as she rams my cock home. I hold the young woman
facing me tightly, my face buried in her lovely tits and slender neck. I explore
them time and again with my lips and tongue, sucking and nipping at each nipple
as she shudders with ecstasy. The two ladies at my shoulders begin massaging my
back and buttocks. They apply scented oils, which deliver a thick and spicy
aroma of cinnamon and clove. The balm tingles and burns in my pores, open and
sweating – so great is the passion of the fucking.
I push my frontal companion down so the girls now lay back to back. I bring
my face down to her dripping cunt, and breathe in the sweet and musty scent. I
slide a finger into her and she gives a soft moan. I explore the inner walls of
her sex first with one finger, then with two. All the while the girl beneath us
continues her rocking, her vagina hungrily swallowing up my cock. I bend down
further and begin to suckle the clit of this nude Himalayan vixen. She lifts her
legs and wraps them around my neck, pulling my face tighter into her cunt.
One of the girls behind me prods just behind my balls. This pressure
stimulates some hidden nerve bundle and I begin to cum. It is like no
ejaculation I’d ever before felt. It is as if my whole body is racked with pure
heavenly light – like seeing god – I groan as I let fly load after load of
sticky cum. I reach down and grab the lower girl by the hips and bury my cock as
deeply inside her as possible – filling her tight womb with shot after shot. She
tries to continue her rocking but I hold her close, my face buried deeply in the
glorious cunt of her upper partner. Squirming and wriggling as I press against
her, her vaginal walls tighten and she pushes back, her legs flex and widen. She
comes, with a little gasp, and relaxes as I slide out. A long string of gooey
semen flows out after my dick, it is mixed with the girls sweet vaginal juices..
The girl I had been orally pleasing slides around and catches the string with
her dainty hand. She licks the cum from her fingers – slowly and seductively.
Then she bends forward and takes the head of my cock in her mouth and drives it
in until the head touches the back of her throat. Then, with incredible suction,
sucks it clean.
I collapse backwards, exhausted. The girls return the blanket and we all lie
intertwined and drift into a dreamless sleep.
To Be Continued…
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