Ala Orgy goddess (African anthology) Part 1  

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7/21/2020 3:36 pm
Ala Orgy goddess (African anthology) Part 1


SLURP, SMACK! They say in space, no one can hear you scream, but not even the vast emptiness of space can muffle the moans of a goddess getting her pussy ate. Ala, the goddess of desire, fertility and<b> death </font></b>lay on a cosmic bed of dazzling colour. Her skin, as dark as the vastness of the cosmos, tight enough to hint at her toned muscles. Her hair is tightly coiled, enough to make the thickest sheep envious. Ala’s breath deepens as a curvaceous servant has her head buried between her thighs. The servant brushes her face against the tuft of short hair on Ala’s mound. It is as soft and warm as being hugged by a teddy bear. Another woman sucks on Ala’s full grapefruit sized breasts and caresses her face. She bites her lips as she feels the waves of pleasure crash through her body from the flickering tongue on her clit. She holds the servants head in place and gyrates on her lips. The servant sucks and licks her increasingly slick pussy. The goddess of<b> death </font></b>has a little<b> death </font></b>of her own as she squirts on her servant’s lips. The liqueur from her pussy forms into its own galaxy, sure to spring forth trillions of intelligent lives.
Ala’s breath slows as her high cools down. Her servants caress her body and kiss her thighs. She stares into the abyss. Her servants notice and says, “My queen, we’ve made another galaxy from your ecstasy, yet still you seem dissatisfied”.
“Is my face such an open book? Perhaps I should close it and enjoy some privacy”, Ala mutters, “You may leave”.
The servants leave Ala to her thoughts.
On earth in the ancient land of Alkebulan, currently known as Africa, men prepare for war. Strong, great men who have fought valiantly are now whittled down to a hundred men against a thousand British forces. They are backed into a corner, surrounded by a cliff and waterfall. It would be a lush beautiful place if it weren’t likely to be their grave. The sun sets and while they are vastly outnumbered, they have managed to wear out their enemy for the night. Their bringers of<b> death </font></b>have settled for tea until the fresh morning to attack again. With the little time they have left, the small army of men decide to pray.
“Shango! God of lightning and thunder. Ogun, God of steel and sword. Hear our cry in our desperate time of need. We ask you Ogun to keep our weapons sharp and unbreakable. We ask you Shango to wash away our enemies. Please give us a way to turn the tide in our favour so we may praise your name”.
The men chant and dance in a ceremonial circle, working themselves into a trance. They stamp the grass beneath their feet flat as they work themselves up into a frenzy. Sweat runs down their chest and their bodies glisten against the camp fire.
In the cosmos, Ala lay on her bed, bored and frustrated. Her nipples remain erect and her pussy moist as she stares naked into the abyss. “I’m still so horny! But my servants have managed to dull my senses with monotony”. She rolls over, and looks at her array of pleasure toys laid out on the floor. “Sigh, maybe I should just fashion a creature to satisfy me? Hmm though I should abstain from creating when I’m horny, the monster covered in a hundred penises didn’t work out so well the last time, a very messy mistake”. As Ala ponders, the faint chanting of a hundred men linger in the air.
“Mighty Shango, mighty Ogun, hear our cry and show us mercy”.
Ala notices the chants, “Which idiotic dodo dares chatter during my musing?!” She looks into her model of earth and sees the group of men in a trance.
“Hmm? Warriors in need of aid? My dull days seems ripe for new adventure”, she slyly says.
The men chant and dance around their camp fire. The leader looks to the sky and sees a comet careening towards them. He is struck by awe and points to the sky.
“Shango has heard our cry and comes to help us!”, he blurts out. As the comet comes closer it slows down. The comets tail recedes into a ball of light which hovers over the camp. The group of men are amazed as this wonder touches the ground before them. Out of the light steps a figure. The leader steps forward.
“Lord Shango! Thank you for answering our prayer”
“You mistake your creator for that brute?”
The light recedes and Ala steps forward. The men gasp, and step back. Ala stands before them, taller than most of them in her royal robes. Blue silken robes hang ever so lightly over her nipples. The slightest breeze gives a peek at her dark chocolate thighs and firm butt. Her deep brown eyes slowly survey this group of men and her plump soft lips form a smile. The men’s jaws drop by her beauty.
Ala looks at them all, “I am the god who gave you life. It is I who fulfil your desires and guide you into the afterlife and yet you call on Shango?”
The men fall to their knees, “Forgive us Mama Ala, we were blind in our darkest moment, please give us your aide”.
“For my help, you must make an offering of your seed for it contains great power. Make yourselves clean in the river which I have blessed and fill me with vigour.
The men enter the water and clean themselves. Ala sits naked on the cool grass, admiring the group of a hundred men preparing themselves for her pleasure. She can’t help but smile as she watches the water run down their toned chest to their thick veiny manhood. She slips her fingers between her thighs and touches her pussy. It is slick and slippery, eagerly waiting for the men to finish their cleaning ritual. She forms a jar filled with coconut oil and pours the contents slowly over her breasts. The oil drips from her nipples and unto her thighs. She rubs it over her breasts making them glisten. Then she rubs the oil over her tummy and lays on her back and spreads her legs. She shows off her perfect pussy and pour oil over it, letting it run down her tight little asshole.
The men who have exited the water look on with eager eyes. Their dicks hard and throbbing, waiting for her.
She finishes rubbing the oil over her ass and is now covered from head to toe in the sweet-smelling coconut oil. The last man exits the river.
Ala looks on, “Bring me the biggest and most hung warrior among you”
A man, Kaunda, steps forward. He stands at 7 feet tall with tall wavy hair that reaches for the sky. Ala can just see the top of his head as he stands before her. His swinging cock rivals her forearm.
Ala sits down on her knees. She covers her hands in oil and slowly strokes his cock with both hands. The warrior moans as she sucks on the head which barely fits in her mouth. She smiles and rubs his avocado balls, this is what she needed. With his dick fully stiff, she takes it in her mouth. The head rubs against her tonsils, then every vein as his dick snakes down her throat. Her nose touches his pelvis and she smells his lovely fresh musk. She slides it out, and it is covered in saliva. She coughs as she hasn’t had her throat stretched like that in too long. Precum oozes from his head as she strokes him, she swirls her tongue around it and tastes the smooth saltiness.
The men look on, fully hard, waiting their turn in jealousy as they watch their goddess suck the balls of the first warrior. Spit drips on Ala’s tits and thighs as her head bobs back and forth on his cock. The warrior moans and can only hold her head steady as his balls curl up. She strokes him with her hands and mouth faster and faster as he grunts and fucks her mouth. This giant of a man becomes putty in Ala’s mouth as he blasts her tonsils and throat with hot sticky cum. She massages his balls as she swallows every few seconds his dick fills her mouth with cum. She is very careful to not let any escape. His dick slides out her mouth, clean and empty. He drops to his knees and bows before his goddess, thanking her.
Ala stands, turns to her crowd of men and stretches.
“Now we may begin, I want all of your seed, fill me up, let not a drop touch the floor.”

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