By M. Anderson
It was Clark's first trip to the Himalayas, though he had dreamed of going for years.
An avid traveler, he had told everybody back home that he was going for the spectacular, exotic scenery. Only he knew the real reason that he was going: in search of the legendary Elixir of Venus.
He had seen fleeting references to it in books and magazine articles over the years - a casual mention here and there - but nobody would ever discuss it in detail. It was like a "private joke" that everybody else gets but nobody will explain, except that this was no joke. He could tell from their reactions when questioned about it that those who had experienced it wanted it to remain a secret. However, one had let it slip that he had experienced it in the remote village of Lachen in Sikkim. When he arrived at the airport in Bagodra, he was met by his guide and translator, Rakesh. The next morning they set out for Lachen.
As the days progressed, they became more familiar and comfortable with each other. Finally, Clark summoned all his courage and asked Rakesh if he had ever heard of the Elixir of Venus. A startled, unbelieving look came upon Rakesh's face. For three long, awkward minutes he was totally silent and then came his response: "What do you know about it already?" He replied that all he knew was that it has something to do with sex, that there seemed to be something forbidden about it and that nobody will talk about it. "So, that is why you want to go to Lachen. I see now. There are some things that you are better off not knowing." Rakesh replied. So, he knew, but like all the others he wasn't talking.
The next day they stopped at a restaurant in a small village for lunch. As they were eating, Rakesh's mobile rang. He excused himself and walked outside. When he returned, his face was all ashen and he looked like a different man entirely. Clark asked him what was wrong. Rakesh replied "Nothing", so the topic was dropped.
Rakesh had a distant look on his face and as the meal progressed, he began shaking visibly. Clark could tell that something was terribly wrong. They finished the meal and returned to the car. "Rakesh, man, you look horrible. Over these past few days, I feel like we have become friends. Come on, man, you can tell me. I promise that whatever it is I will keep it confidential." Rakesh broke down crying and explained that his father had taken out a loan on the family land. He had told everybody that he was making regular payments and that all was well, but in fact he had squandered the money and now the entire note was due: US$8,700 - an impossible sum for a poor family to raise quickly.
"I think we may be able to help each other" Clark replied. "How so?" said Rakesh. "Tell me everything you know about the Elixir of Venus and arrange for me to experience it and I will pay the debt". A conflicted look came over Rakesh's face.
"Are you sure that you want this?" he replied. "Yes, I'm sure" said Clark. "Clark, before we proceed, there is one very personal question that I must ask you."
"Go ahead. Ask away."
"Are you circumcised?"
"No, in my family we don't circumcise," said Clark.
"Good. Then you will be able to enjoy the Elixir of Venus".
Rakesh explained that in Sikkim there is an rare inherited trait among certain women where the vagina has a second chamber at the upper end, a special receptacle perfectly shaped to hold just the male's engorged penis head - the glans penis. However, the chamber opens only after the entrance is bathed in fresh, warm semen.
So the mating process for these women involves two men, both penetrating simultaneously. Clark's mouth fell open as he listened. This was even more erotic than he had ever imagined. "Then", Rakesh continued, "about 30 seconds after the first man ejaculates, the upper chamber opens and the second man pushes his glans inside, unsheathing it as he enters. As his head hits the back wall of the chamber, the entry hole contracts behind the flared ridge at the back of his glans, securing it in place and preventing him from withdrawing. The Elixir of Venus then begins to flow inside the chamber, bathing his glans. It is a clear, silky fluid naturally secreted by these women and when absorbed through the glans it reacts with the male brain to produce an orgasm so intense, so powerful and long-lasting that the ones who experience it call it a "visit to heaven". Men who awaken from the visit are unable to tell whether an hour, a day or a week has elapsed. Since only uncut men have a mucous membrane on the glans capable of absorbing the Elixir, only they can experience this - it would be completely wasted on a circumcised man with his thick-skinned, desensitized glans. So, the mating is actually a contest between the two men: each trying to use his penis to stimulate the penis of the other to ejaculate so that the upper chamber will open and he can push his own glans inside to experience the forbidden pleasure: the orgasm of a lifetime. "How do they know which women have this trait?" asked Clark. "The only external identifying mark is that they have golden blonde nipples and inner cunt lips, not like those of ordinary women" replied Rakesh.
The description hit Clark like a ton of bricks. He had expected something sexually exciting, but this was so fucking erotic that he could think of nothing else. He would find himself constantly daydreaming about it as they drove to Lachen, so rapt that he was unable to even carry on normal conversation without his mind "drifting away". Finally, they reached the village and Rakesh met with his contact to set it all up. He came back to the guest house where they were staying and told Clark the bad news: It would be 3 more days before the woman would be "in heat" and available for a mating session. Clark told Rakesh that his balls were so full that he was about to explode. Rakesh advised him not to empty them or he would not experience the maximum pleasure from the mating session, assuming that he "won" the contest. Every time that Clark moved, his penis would brush against his underwear, stimulating it, giving it pleasure. Only it wanted and needed even more pleasure, but he could not release the built-up pressure yet. It was the worst torture of his life.
Finally, the appointed day arrived. The mating session would be at midnight when it was calculated that the woman would ovulate. At 11:45 PM, Clark and the other male were shown into the mating chamber and told to strip. The act of simply removing his underwear and having his fleshy foreskin brush against the waistband gave Clark an enormous erection. The monk who was conducting the ritual directed him to a special, very odd bench in the center of the room. It was about 7 feet long and 1 foot wide and elevated about 2 feet off the ground. There was a pillow at each end and 2 round openings in the bench about 3 inches in diameter, either side of the center. Clark was directed to sit near the middle and his opponent was seated facing him on the other side. The monk put his hands on Clark's waist and moved him up and back a bit, positioning him, then Clark's swollen ballsack fell through the circular hole in the bench. The monk did the same to his opponent. Then he positioned them so that the bases of their penises were perfectly aligned and he disappeared under the bench.
Clark felt his testicles being pulled a bit and something being attached to them.
"What the fuck is this?", he thought to himself. Seeing the irritated and puzzled look on his face, Rakesh came over and whispered that the monk had attached a wooden "lock" to his testicles to restrain them so that he could not thrust his full penis length unless he won the contest. The monk would be below the bench watching both sets of testicles. Once those of one man started rising up and then had spasms of ejaculation, the wooden lock would be removed from the other man's testicles allowing him to thrust his glans deep enough to reach the Chamber of Venus and receive his prize: the precious, orgasm-inducing Elixir. Once correctly positioned, both men were laid on their backs, their erect cocks pointed straight upward, ready for mating.
At precisely midnight, the woman was brought in, wearing only a robe. The monk pulled a string at the back and it dropped to the floor, revealing the golden blonde nipples of her full, perfect titties. It was a color of flesh that Clark had never seen before, exquisite and rare, bathed in the light of the full moon from the window.
As his eyes scanned down, he could see her golden blonde inner pussy lips, already wet and engorged from the anticipation of the mating ritual, glistening in the soft light.
The woman straddled the bench and put her fecund cunt to the edge of Clark's nostrils, allowing him to get her scent. Her pheromones caused Clark's already swollen glans to become
engorged almost to the point of bursting. She gave his opponent her good scent as well. The monk held the two throbbing penises together, glans to glans, as the woman positioned herself over them. The monk guided her wet, warm orifice down to the two sheathed swords waiting to penetrate her. Both of the men had been blessed with enormous glanses.
The woman put her full weight on the penises, but they would not enter, so the monk put his hands on her shoulders and forced her downward. The engorged heads were simply too big to enter her tight hole together, but
eventually the pressure from her weight compressed them enough that they both entered, with a loud, wet, squishing sound.
The pheromones from their swollen members excited her and she began to ride the two united cocks like a wild stallion. Unable to contain himself, Clark blurted out "Fuck yeah! Oh, Fuuuuuuck yeah!". The relief he had sought for days was within reach.
Rakesh came and whispered in his ear, "Remember, if you cum first, you will lose.
Control yourself". Chastened, Clark began to think of how to accomplish the task at hand: making his opponent ejaculate first. He could feel the exquisite "sweet spot"
just below his glans on the underside of his penis rubbing against that of his opponent. He thought to himself "Don't fuck the pussy now, fuck the other dick"
and began thrusting his shaft on the "sweet spot" of his opponent. He could feel his ample foreskin rolling up and down with every thrust. He could feel his penis head bumping up against the top of the lower chamber, essentially knocking at the door of heaven, but unable to get in. Clark continued rubbing his "sweet spot" on his opponent's and could hear the man's breathing increase, but his opponent was never pushed to the point of ejaculation. Frustrated, he put his right index finger in his mouth, wet it, found his opponent's quivering asshole and began to massage it sensuously. Suddenly, the guy began saying "Oh, oh, oh" and then he howled like a wolf in the wilderness. Clark could feel the man's warm semen filling her cunt. At that moment, he heard a sound from below the bench and realized that the monk had unshackled his testicles, finally allowing him to thrust his full length. He slowly, deliberately inched his glans upward, trying to feel his way to his goal: the upper chamber of her vagina. He pressed and pressed, but his penis would not proceed.
Rakesh whispered in his ear "It takes about 30 seconds for the upper chamber to react to the fresh sperm and open" and then he felt it open and pushed his swollen glans inside. As the tip touched the back of the chamber, he could feel the entry hole contracting around the base of his head, locking it in. "Fuck!" he thought to himself, "It's really happening!". At that point, the woman began moaning and her nipples changed
color from golden blonde to pink. Rakesh whispered in Clark's ear "She's starting to release the Elixir of Venus". A warm, pleasant feeling engulfed his engorged glans as it was bathed in her sensuous fluid. It was sort of like the feeling you get when you are finally able to scratch an itch that you have suffered from for hours, only a thousand times better. The sensation traveled down to the base of his penis, then began to spread throughout his entire body, feeling better and better all the time.
As it reached his fingers and toes, he began writhing in a full-body orgasm and his penis began spurting a continuous stream of sperm like a thoroughbred pissing after a race. A feeling of well-being like he had never experienced before engulfed him and he felt himself flying over the Himalayas as if in a dream, but strangely real, with all of his senses heightened. All of his worldly cares had vanished and it was clear to him that he was going to be all right, no matter what happened in the future.
He slowly regained consciousness as he felt somebody tapping his arm and saying "Clark! Clark! Are you there?". It was Rakesh. "We finally had to wake you. We were worried about you. It has been 3 days. Are you OK?". "Yes, I'm perfect. Absolutely perfect". "You're still breathing heavily" said Rakesh. "Yes, I know. What an experience! After that, regular sex will never satisfy me again". "No, it definitely will not!", replied Rakesh. "That's what I was trying to warn you about." "By the way, the monk left this for you as a souvenir". Rakesh handed Clark the ancient wooden testicle lock that had been attached to him during the contest."Oh, good" said Clark, "something to remember this by". "Well, that's not all ..." said Rakesh. "May I?".
Rakesh put his thumb and forefinger on Clark's ample foreskin, slowly retracting it to reveal that his glans was now the beautiful golden blonde color of the woman's nipples.
"You are now a member of the Brotherhood of the Golden Glans" said Rakesh. "It is a permanent effect of the Elixir of Venus. From now on, wherever you are around the world if you meet another Golden Glansman at a urinal or in a steam room, he will instantly know that you have passed the test and that you know the feeling of supreme sexual satisfaction". Rakesh then unzipped his pants, took out his fleshy, hooded penis and unsheathed it to reveal his own voluptuous golden blonde glans.
"Welcome, brother!"