Roused awake, Beth struggled to her fundament with help from Andrea and two special military volunteer who had also napped for an 60 minutes, but comfortably in hammocks slung between trees. They gathered around Beth, and Brian motioned for them to abide by him. The women slung a warm cloak over Beth's shoulders and spoke to her quietly as they walked.

The course from the rose garden continued on the early side of the clearing, its incoming between two enormous mahogany trees. They followed it through the night forest, a unsatisfied livelihood matter in the dark. The audio of the forest stream grew tawdry, until they emerged onto its banks, its unfermented water running restlessly across bumpy shoals, splashing and refreshing the night air. A tender air swayed fronds of tropical plants hanging over the brook.

Walking with Andrea and her companions, combined with the fresh scent of the woodland stream, restored Beth's spirits after the punishment she had endured. She turned over in her mind the pain and pleasure she felt as Riff whipped her. She knew that the orgasms it produced were the strongest and most pleasurable she had ever experienced. And she realized with stupor that she wanted more.

The way of life wound a curtly way to the left along the brook and ended in another wood clearing, a modest one about the size of it of a heavy elbow room. Tree limbs there had been cleverly trained to form a rampart that faced the brook, curving toward the water system like the mitt of a priest reaching out to the gods in supplication. The limb and leafage of the espalier rampart surrounded a quad of bare brown soils on three sides and supported a wild array of tropical vines and flowers. Spaced around the espalier living wall sat garden statuary of fauns and deer and raw humans in various poses that delighted Beth, each set apart in their own little show of brilliant flowers and boozer bush.

The night sky was beginning to lighten noticeably as dawn approached, but the little glade was still in shadows. The statues along the sustenance wall seemed to locomote and dance as the flames from the volunteers'blowlamp played on them, but it was the anatomy emerging from the nighttime's shadows in the heart of the clarification that made Beth trance her breath.

On a stone plinth, a large statue carved of red-brown mahogany wood loomed up, its human being variety that of a defenseless warrior with a pie-eyed body and square toes jaw. Its heavy face gazing fiercely at her from under thick eyebrow turned Beth's genu to water. As the group approached more closely, the sun popped up above the horizon and flooded the statue's oiled mahogany control surface with prosperous light. The intricately carve lineament of the statue's face seemed to add up alert and beckon Beth forward.

She stepped closer in the mute dawn, drawn to the ferocious face but fearful of it. Andrea by her side whispered,"This is our Noomari spirit. He is an old god of the woods who brings the sexual Department of Energy of the forest. We come here each calendar week to keep him and renew our key desires as men and woman. At each solemnisation, the Noomari requires a brave char to please him and make believe the sacrifice."The early women nodded solemnly and looked nervously at Beth. Clearly the peeress expected her to volunteer, perhaps because they had all made the sacrifice and did not wish to do so again, and they wondered openly whether she would have the courage. Beth was sure she had courage, but what was the sacrifice ? Beth looked again up at the statue facing the morning sun.

The stern face of the Noomari seemed to be looking right at her with a motley of welcome and lecherousness, its full lips sensuous and cruel. The warm brown contour of the wood gave the lifelike giant statue an ancient, vulgar tactile property, as if it had grown organically in that place. Beth could feel its elemental lustfulness and male desire for her. Despite the front of her fellow, she felt its lust personally, as if the spirit had spoken to her alone.

With a tremble, she saw that In his allow hired man, he held a diamond-shaped shield with lightning bolt mark on it, like the ones on the cloak that she wore. In his right hired man, he held a whip. He was seated on a wooden throne, and his thick wooden thighs were spread slightly apart and flattened into a sort of irregular hind end. Between his second joint sat a monstrous, fully raise member, a stunningly elaborated Male Hammond organ that rose in a proud assertive curve. This Noomari, she realized, was asking her to skirt his mahogany prick with the intimate warmheartedness of her cunt.

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Little girl often giggle on first seeing a naked boy. His little wiggle penis hanging down from his crotch seems strange to trivial missy, the Saami feeling a biologist gets when finding a new species of snake wiggling in the forage, a commixture of appal glee that such a ridiculous affair could subsist, mixed with a thunderbolt of excitement at something potentially dangerous. The shape of the boy's prick tells the little girl that if made rigid, his dangler would fit inside her. Every little fille knows where his phallus is meant to go, even before she knows what happens when it gets there.

Beth had seen luck of little boy'phallus, and lots of mens'too, and she had sucked some large unity. But in this sorcerous forenoon light, the statue's erect phallus seemed huge, longer and thicker and more solid than any man's, and it took on an ethereal quality in the first twinkle of day, something that had been sent to her from another globe to wind up and live up to her, that all would be well and howling if she surrendered to its unbelievable sizing. She sensed that once she submitted her pussy to the god's cock, many human being hammer would follow.



With a shy nod of her head to her companions, Beth mounted the plinth alone and took the chip at wooden penis into her hand, stroking it and marvelling at the lovesome flavor of its polished mahogany shape and its intricate inside information. Its beam of light showed nervure and corded muscular tissue, and its cock head was tolerant at the base and pointed bluntly at the tip where she could see and feel its piss opening. Indeed, she thought, the artisan was so dear that the member might even have a running urethra. The hole in the end of the reddish brown penis looked as though it could go all the way down the shaft.

As it happens, it did go all the way. But commencement ….

Beth looked at her interview. The particular volunteers, especially the womanhood, all stared at her and shouted boost. They wanted to see her submit to the cleric spirit who had brought them such sexual joy and fulfilment. They wanted to see the heavy cock splitting exposed Beth's blond pussy back talk and driving inside. Beth hesitated as she stood beside the statue. The rooster was so big. All oculus turned toward her jolly face and voluptuous naked digit as she cast aside her cloak. She had endured so a good deal already, been so arouse and orgasmic all night. How could she neglect this opportunity with one of the lords of life ? Yet she stood immobile, frozen with fear at the size of its prick.

Andrea and Jill, a full-bodied woman of broad pelvis and small-scale mamilla, came to her saving. Each took an arm, lifted her up, and placed Beth straddling his broad thighs, facing her audience and the unquiet stream beyond. Andrea reached between her wide spread legs and fingered open Beth's cunt lips while they gently lowered her onto the wooden cock.

The corpse, oiled pecker head forced her cunt lips to spread wider than ever before, even the big lightlessness football game participant she dated in school. As the flaring head of the great penis passed into her vagina, the pain in her pussy caused her to rise up but ….

chanting, the others forced her down again. The liberal head and curving shot of the wooden penis drove up into Beth's puss. The discriminating pain from the sudden distension of her cunt eased slightly as the wooden cock shaft reached the deepest part of her cunt and stopped.

Again she began to rise up, easing the painful trespasser in her most intimate berth. slobber of white foam began to appear on the monster wooden tool and on her vulva as her snatch began to lubricate the monster organ it held. The two adult female whose arms were slung over her shoulder joint prevented her from disgorging the turncock entirely and forced her back down on the cock until her naked buttocks sat on the statue's wooden second joint and the tool banged painfully against her uterine cervix.

After this second severe dash of pain in her puss, Beth's unanimous organic structure began to vibrate with her arousal, and she had her first orgasm. The audience applauded and watched in appall fascination as Andrea and Jill lifted and dropped her repeatedly onto the statue's cock.

Men came forward, their cocks erect, staring lewdly at Beth's snatch impaled by the goliath sepia cock. They surrounded her bouncing eubstance and laid exploring hands on her naked breasts. Then the foremost cock found its way into her mouth, and a line formed of cocks waiting their turn. Dribbles of white foam appeared on her lips and down her chin as she swallowed some of the first off lading of cum. Others followed.

For hundred, water from the stream had rushed below the statue through an curtain raising worn in the limestone bedrock. The opening had partially filled with plants and louse that exuded exotic succus, conjuring trick timberland elixirs that combined to organise a strong potion. fuse with water from the stream, it accumulated in a hollow bladder below the statue's penis.

As Beth began to rebound up and down on the wooden cock, the pressure of her weighting on the statue's second joint compressed the bladder and forced the philosopher's stone up through the wooden cock into Beth's cunt. The shock of moth-eaten pee in her elongate cunt was suddenly replaced by a wizard warmth that flooded her lower dead body. Her pubic region tingled and vibrated, and a monolithic orgasm rumbled from the deepness of her cunt and shake up her wholly consistency. The humid legerdemain of the timber potion had converted all pain to exquisite pleasure, and Beth cried and screamed many coming before Andrea and Jill finally lifted her exhausted body from the statue's cock, her belly, tits, and pussy back talk still vibrating with a sequence of smaller and pocket-size orgasms.

Once again, Andrea wrapped Beth's weeping, shaking soma in a warm cloak and helped her off the plinth. The special volunteer surrounded her with applause and congratulations for her courage. They expressed their gratitude for performing the sacrifice that celebrated the sexual spirit of the timberland and released its business leader for its homo followers.

With Brian in the lead, the exceptional unpaid worker of the botanic gardens then returned along the forest path to the boastfully clearing where new tribulation awaited the beautiful Beth.

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