Bacchanalia: A Celebration of Freedom and Ecstasy

A Blonde One/Dark One MFM Erotic Story

The Bacchanalia were Roman festivals of Bacchus, the Greco-Roman god of wine, freedom, intoxication and ecstasy.

“I went to Total Wine and picked up a couple things. Got to the register and realized I was buying Sexy Wine Bomb, Wink Risque and Menage a Trois. Hmmm…. I wonder where my mind has been lately….. 😉.” I said this to the Dark One a couple of days before we were set to get together again.

“I wonder,” he answered. “Haven’t tried any of those wines. May have to try them off of you.”

And that’s how the Bacchanalia was conceived, with me buzzing with desire at the thought of them drinking wine off of my body and then imagining what we would do next. When the Dark One came to the door a few days later, I ambushed him. He’d just walked in and the door shut behind him when I pinned him against the wall and started kissing him wildly. It didn’t take but 10 seconds for his cognitive processes to relax and his animal instincts to engage. And when they did I leaned into him a bit further and we kissed a bit more deeply before I invited him into our makeshift temple of Bacchus.

We’d draped the kitchen island with a sheet so it wouldn’t be so cold on the granite slab and to help catch any wine that spilled. The Blonde One had lit candles all over the room, and they flickered, casting shadows on the round bowls of the wine glasses and the open bottle.

“Help me undress her,” he said to the Dark One and they unfastened my dress and pulled my panties down. I shivered a bit in the coolness of being exposed but also in the anticipation of what was to come next. Together they helped me up onto the altar that was usually our kitchen island, and I lay back, with one leg bent and one leg straight, up on my elbows with my head thrown back so that I could receive the wine. They each removed their own clothing and stood one on either side of the altar.

In that moment, I was both a goddess and an offering!

The Blonde One poured some of the wine into my mouth, enough that it was more than I could swallow, and it spilled down my chin and across my neck and chest in a river of grape. Thus baptised, he told me to lay back. They were first going to annoint my body with oil and beginning with my feet, they rubbed every inch of me, moving up my body, one on each side. My senses began to all come alive as they massaged me, and I craved to feel the next place they would touch, even as I didn’t want to feel them moving on from the places where they’d been. Four hands are better than two though and they could cover more area at once, which had my body tingling and warm in just a few minutes. They teased my upper thighs a bit and the Blonde One couldn’t help but to playfully insert a finger into my dampness before continuing to move his hands up my abdomen. When they got to my breasts, they rubbed and sucked them in tandem and I thought that I could die happy in that moment, with one on each side, attending to me.

The Dark One took a swig of wine and then kissed me. A little of it mingled in my mouth with his kisses. The Blonde One poured some onto my breasts and torso, and the two of them licked it off hungrily. I wanted nothing more than to be their maenad, forever bathed in their tongues. Time and space had started to recede and there was nothing else in the universe right then but the three of us and the interplay of our bodies. I was intoxicated with them.

After a while the Blonde One sat down on a bar stool and pulled my legs to him so that I was now horizontal across the altar. He lifted my knees up and placed them over his shoulders, spreading my thighs, before diving in to feast on my already juicy pussy. I squirmed and writhed in pleasure as he explored every fold. The Dark One flavored me with rivulets of wine for the Blonde One to taste before his tongue then focused in on my clitoris. The Dark One moved around to suck at my nipples with a mouth full of wine.

I was awash in juices, mine and the fruits of the vine. It was both decadent and primordial.

The Blonde One inserted two fingers, wet with wine, into my waiting pussy, and after a few minutes another wet finger found it’s way into my ass. Every part of my body was being attended to; stroked and given pleasure. Their bodies worshipped mine in this way until I could no longer hold back, and I came in a gush of nectar that mingled with the wine that had already spilled between my legs.

After a moment to catch my breath, they helped me off of the altar and then bent me over it. The Dark One, already hard from witnessing my orgasm and the site of me bent over and waiting for him, slid his cock inside me and began to fuck me energetically. But a minute or two later he moved to the side and made room for the Blonde One to take a turn. They fucked me like that in tandem, continuing to visually and energetically feed off of the sight of whomever’s cock was plunging deep into my secret cavern while the other explored the rest of my landscape with his hands and mouth.

“Let’s move to the floor,” the Dark One suggested after a while, and he laid himself down on his back on the area rug. I climbed atop him so that my thighs were brushing his ears and began to slurp at his cock, which tasted like wine and like my own juices. He spread my waiting lips to lick as the Blonde One entered me from behind and began to fuck me steadily. The combination of tonguing and fucking soon had me ready to tip right over the edge of pleasure once again, and as my moans intensified, I could feel both of them also nearing a crescendo. The Blonde One held firmly to my hips as his strokes became more rapid. I teased the Dark One with my tongue as I too increased the pace of my sucking.

We teetered there for a while, right at the edge of the ocean, until at last I cascaded over in a wash of release. The clench of my sugar walls was all it took to send the Blonde One into his own groaning orgasm and our combined vocalizations helped the Dark One to volcanic release as I took him into my hand and pumped his throbbing cock until he was twitching and spent. We lay there in a pile on the floor until we could get our bearings enough to move and then filled our glasses, this time sipping in a more civilized manner rather than like the wild hedonists we’d been only a few moments before.

Here’s to freedom, here’s to passion, here’s to ecstasy!