text: A fire was lit, and samples of the pure grains were burned. Charms were read over Satsuki's supine body, and mystic signs were traced on her skin in sanctified ink. The droning of the chants, the conch blasts, and the jangle of instruments lulled Satsuki into a trance. As the fire died down in its brass bowl, Hasegae drew Satsuki's legs apart. He inserted himself slowly and smoothly into her moist channel while chanting the appropriate verses. He rolled them onto their sides. His hands loosely caressed her breasts and back, then dipped lower to her ass, spreading her cheeks like the two halves of a peach.
  
  Chanting too, Tsuneyoshi laid himself behind her. He inserted his prick into the flexible ring of her ass. Slowly, still chanting, he eased his way into her. She felt the hardness of the two pricks in her as they nestled into the channels of her flesh. Gently, softly, she enclosed them within herself, squeezing them as lightly as she could.
  
  Two pairs of hands now stroked her body. Rising higher, they found her throat and lightly fingered her mouth. She opened her soft lips, and Daisangyoja's prick was gently inserted into the warm waiting cavern. It slid forward, resting on her relaxed tongue. She breathed easily through her nose while laving the full morsel of flesh with the moisture of her mouth. Daisangyoja touched the top of her head approvingly.
  
  The doors were closed, and they lay that way dreamily through the night, Satsuki slowly urging her men towards a climax by tiny motions of her body, by minute shiftings and clenchings of herself. As the rooster crowed the dawn she was inundated by streams of come from all three men, who were shaken in turn by her climax.