Sex & Sutra Study
She got in the shower and turned it on full pressure. She began by pulling and pinching her nipples and then ran her hands down to her groin where she spread her pussy lips and allowed the warm jets of water to stimulate her clit. Within fifteen or twenty minutes Lo was moaning and those moans turned to outright screams of ecstasy overheard by the three guys outside her shower window. It stopped them dead and they looked in, at first alarmed and then intrigued. They used the excuse that they were afraid someone was in pain in order to peek in the window, but when they saw Lo jillin’ it in the shower they couldn’t turn away. The women, too, were woken from there light naps by the piercing sounds of Lo’s multiple orgasms. As I said, I was on the other side of the campus when this occurred and I only heard about it, first from the other guys as they whispered at night about it, and then from Lo herself after we returned to America.
On the final day of our stay in the monastery, Lo could not resist any longer. We had our final meditation session in the zendo and then we were all to shower and dress for a farewell dinner with the abbot and his staff. Lo knew that the men would be showering in shifts of three, four, or five and when Paul and Kevin, Matt and I were all in the showers, she brazenly let herself in as well. We were all naked already, waiting for the hot water to come on, when she suddenly appeared. Everyone was taken aback, though they weren’t about to blow Lo’s cover by insisting that she leave or telling the Zen master. They had all been jackin’ it to thoughts of Lo all week. (I know.) And now they had her there in close proximity to their hungry, hard cocks and aching blue balls.
Lo was dressed in her monk’s outfit and she slowly removed it as the showers steamed up. Each of us stood around Lo with our cocks in our hands as she lathered herself up and then took the sudsy foam and lathered up each of our cocks. She had us rinse off and then she got on her knees and asked who was first. We simply formed a circle around her as she took one then another in her mouth and her two hands grabbed at whatever cock was in reach. This meant that one of us was not being serviced and had to service himself. But Lo was quite democratic and she made her rounds with her mouth and her hands till all four of us were jackin’ it furiously with the fervor that a month in a monastery had built up.
She showed a bit of favoritism to Paul because his cock was so long and thick that it took Lo two hands to wrap around it and she had to work on her open throat technique to get the whole thing down. Kevin was a well-built guy — he clearly worked out — but he was on the short side and his cock was even more pronouncedly diminutive than his stature. Lo could easily grab the whole thing with one hand and have some length of her fingers to spare. When she took it in her mouth, it fit so easily that just to make it interesting she opened wide enough to suck on his balls as well. Matt was also tall, like Paul, but his cock was of the pencil variety — long and thin and not much to look at. He was the youngest of the crew and I think rather intimidated by the whole affair since Lo had to work hardest to keep him erect.
After sufficient servicing all of us, Lo leaned back and began to rub and finger her hungry pussy. I’m not sure if she was inviting us to fuck her, but we were all so very primed due to the month of celibacy and flirting that each of us took turns cumming on Lo’s face, tits, back, and even her hair. When we were done, she wasn’t. She lay on her back with her legs spread and the water beating down on her cum-covered body and she fingered herself till she came; another screaming hot orgasm.
Luckily she snuck out without any of us getting caught (or perhaps the Zen master turned a blind eye? — for he himself took a shine to Lo). We had our farewell meal and said our goodbye’s to the lonely old abbot and boarded our bus. The sun was going down over our home in the west and all of us were tired, but Lo was not done with my punishment just yet. Instead of sitting next to me on the bus, she made sure to sit next to Paul. In the darkness I could just barely see from diagonally behind them that Lo had inched her left hand onto Paul’s lap and had slowly eased his cock out from his pants. She was giving him a hand job on the bus. Did he come? I don’t know, but she then pretended to be sleepy and put her head down on his lap. Again, from the rhythmic bobbing up and down of her head I could tell that she was taking his huge 10” cock deep in her mouth there in the darkness of the bumpy bus. She continued doing this for well over a half hour before I saw Paul’s oval head thrust back with a convulsion and then he too put his head down over Lo’s dark hair and fell asleep till morning.
The next day Lo and I flew back to the States. On the plane Lo was up to her old tricks. She was as horny as could be and whispered to me all sorts of naughty things that she wanted to do at the monastery. She begged me to fuck her right there in the cabin. I told her there was no way I could do that. She begged me to finger her. I tried, but the best I could do was to reach her clit. I couldn’t make the angle to get my fingers in her wet pussy without waking the people next to us. In frustration for a fucking, Lo dug in her purse and found a highlighting marker. “This will do the trick!” she said, MacGyver-like. She took the highlighter and slid it up and under her skirt and fucked herself with it until she came. When she was done, she used the marker as she read her book. Finally she slept till touchdown.
When we returned home and Lo and I were finally in our own bed, naked under the sheets on a cool night in July, Lo rolled on her side, facing me, grabbing my cock, and she whispered in my ear, “All life is suffering. Suffering is bound to desire. Suffering can be relieved. Relief is to be found in the Noble Eightfold Path. That path is: hair, eyes, lips, breasts, navel, anus, and the union of Yoni and Lingam.” She then eased her wet pussy down on my hard cock and, on her knees with her legs straddling me, she slowly lifted and descended up and down the length of my cock. She looked down at me from that awesome height and said, “This is how I made myself cum in the zendo.” She continued, slowly, rhythmically, almost imperceptibly, with her eyes closed and her mouth barely open until her pussy gushed that divine nectar all over my cock. She barely made a sound other than her regular breathing in and out as her chest expanded and released causing the slow rise and fall of her breasts. When she was done she said, “Desire is not the devil. Desire is the bridge to deliverance. It delivers the mind back into the body. The body is not bad. The body is home, it is the temple that houses the gods. It is the seat of salvation. And pussy is not profane. It is the Holy of Holies, full of power and fecundity, worshiped the world over and worthy of that worship as the source and passageway of all life. This is my sutra.”
[Excerpt from the story, “A Red Rose in the Land of White Lotuses,” from the book, Match, Cinder & Spark, Volume II: MORE!]
