Roused awake, Beth struggled to her animal foot with help from Andrea and two limited volunteers who had also napped for an hour, but comfortably in hammocks slung between trees. They gathered around Beth, and Brian motioned for them to comply him. The woman slung a ardent cloak over Beth's shoulders and spoke to her quietly as they walked.

The way of life from the rose garden continued on the former slope of the clearing, its ingress between two enormous mahogany trees. They followed it through the night forest, a unsatisfied living matter in the dark. The sound of the forest watercourse grew louder, until they emerged onto its depository financial institution, its fresh amnionic fluid running restlessly across rocky shoals, splashing and refreshing the night air. A warm air swayed fronds of tropic plants hanging over the brook.

Walking with Andrea and her companions, combined with the fresh scent of the woods stream, restored Beth's booze after the punishment she had endured. She turned over in her brain the pain and joy she felt as riff whipped her. She knew that the coming it produced were the strongest and most enjoyable she had ever experienced. And she realized with seismic disturbance that she wanted more.

The path wound a short-change way to the left along the creek and ended in another forest glade, a low one about the size of a vauntingly room. Tree limbs there had been cleverly trained to form a wall that faced the creek, curving toward the body of water like the custody of a priest reaching out to the idol in supplication. The tree branch and leaves of the espalier wall surrounded a blank space of bare brown soils on three sides and supported a groundless array of tropical vines and flowers. Spaced around the espalier living wall sat garden statuary of fauns and cervid and defenseless mankind in assorted mannerism that delighted Beth, each set apart in their own trivial displays of magnificent flowers and lush shrubs.

The night sky was beginning to lighten noticeably as first light approached, but the little glade was still in tincture. The statues along the sustenance wall seemed to move and dance as the flame from the volunteers'torches played on them, but it was the figure emerging from the Nox's apparition in the heart of the clearing that made Beth catch her breath.

On a stone pedestal, a large statue carved of mahogany-red sepia Natalie Wood loomed up, its human being kind that of a naked warrior with a tight torso and square jaw. Its bombastic expression gazing fiercely at her from under thick eyebrows turned Beth's genu to piddle. As the group approached more closely, the sun popped up above the skyline and flooded the statue's oiled mahogany surfaces with golden light. The intricately carven feature article of the statue's face seemed to come awake and beckon Beth forward.

She stepped closer in the understood sunup, drawn to the fierce face but fearful of it. Andrea by her side whispered,"This is our Noomari spirit. He is an old god of the Sir Henry Wood who brings the sexual muscularity of the forest. We come here each week to celebrate him and renew our primal desires as men and women. At each festivity, the Noomari requires a endure womanhood to please him and seduce the sacrifice."The other cleaning woman 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 bid to do so again, and they wondered openly whether she would birth the braveness. Beth was certain she had courage, but what was the ritual killing ? Beth looked again up at the statue facing the morning sun.

The rump face of the Noomari seemed to be looking right at her with a mixing of welcome and lust, its full lips sensuous and cruel. The warm brown contours of the wood gave the lifelike giant statue an antediluvian, gross feel, as if it had grown organically in that billet. Beth could feel its primary lust and male person desire for her. Despite the presence of her companions, she felt its lust personally, as if the spirit had spoken to her alone.

With a thrill, she saw that In his left hand, he held a diamond-shaped shield with lightning absquatulate markings on it, like the ace on the cloak that she wore. In his powerful bridge player, he held a lash. He was seated on a wooden throne, and his thick wooden thigh were spread slightly apart and flattened into a sort of second seat. Between his thighs sat a monstrous, fully raise penis, a stunningly detailed male organ that rose in a gallant assertive curve. This Noomari, she realized, was asking her to smother his mahogany shaft with the confidant lovingness of her cunt.

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Little missy often giggle on start seeing a naked boy. His picayune wiggle penis hanging down from his crotch seems strange to little miss, the same feeling a biologist gets when finding a new specie of ophidian wiggling in the grass, a smorgasbord of appall mirthfulness that such a ridiculous thing could be, mixed with a bolt of inflammation at something potentially dangerous. The shape of the boy's peter tells the little girl that if made rigid, his dangler would fit inside her. Every little fille knows where his penis is meant to go, even before she knows what happens when it gets there.

Beth had seen stack of little boys'phallus, and lots of men'too, and she had sucked some heavy I. But in this wizardly break of day igniter, the statue's erect penis seemed huge, longer and thicker and more than solid state than any man's, and it took on an ethereal tone in the first light of day, something that had been sent to her from another domain to excite and fulfill her, that all would be well and wonderful if she surrendered to its incredible size. She sensed that once she submitted her pussy to the god's cock, many human being cocks would watch.



With a shy nod of her question to her companions, Beth mounted the plinth alone and took the carven wooden penis into her hired man, stroking it and marvelling at the ardent feel of its round Venetian red contour and its intricate details. Its barb showed veins and corded muscle, and its cock head was large-minded at the base and pointed bluntly at the tip where she could see and finger its weewee gap. Indeed, she thought, the craftsman was so good that the penis might even have a functional urethra. The cakehole in the end of the mahogany penis looked as though it could go all the way down the shaft.

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

Beth looked at her interview. The special unpaid worker, especially the woman, all stared at her and shouted encouragement. They wanted to see her submit to the Jehovah spirit who had brought them such sexual joy and fulfillment. They wanted to see the great cock splitting open Beth's blonde slit sass and driving inside. Beth hesitated as she stood beside the statue. The cock was so big. All optic turned toward her pretty face and voluptuous raw figure as she cast aside her cloak. She had endured so much already, been so aroused and orgasmic all night. How could she miss this chance with one of the nobleman of life ? Yet she stood immobile, frozen with fear at the size of its prick.

Andrea and Jill, a racy char of broad hips and little tits, came to her delivery. 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 up Beth's slit backtalk while they gently lowered her onto the wooden cock.

The stiff, oiled cock nous forced her cunt lip to pass around wider than ever before, even the big ignominious football actor she dated in school. As the flaring principal 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 broad head and curving calamus of the wooden phallus drove up into Beth's pussy. The sharp infliction from the sudden distention of her twat eased slightly as the wooden prick shaft reached the inscrutable piece of her puss and stopped.

Again she began to rear up, easing the painful interloper in her most insinuate place. Dribbles of bloodless foam began to appear on the heavyweight wooden prick and on her vulva as her twat began to lubricate the monster organ it held. The two women whose implements of war were slung over her shoulders prevented her from disgorging the cock entirely and forced her back down on the cock until her naked tush sat on the statue's wooden thighs and the cock banged painfully against her cervix.

After this mo severe bolt of pain in her cunt, Beth's whole consistency began to thrill with her rousing, and she had her first climax. The interview applauded and watched in alarm enchantment as Andrea and Jill lifted and dropped her repeatedly onto the statue's cock.

Men came forward, their pecker erect, staring lewdly at Beth's cunt impaled by the hulk burnt sienna turncock. They surrounded her bouncing body and set exploring hands on her bare breasts. Then the first cock found its way into her mouth, and a line formed of putz waiting their go. Dribbles of White person foam appeared on her brim and down her mentum as she swallowed some of the low load of cum. Others followed.

For century, urine from the watercourse had rushed below the statue through an opening worn in the limestone bedrock. The opening had partially filled with plants and dirt ball that exuded exotic juices, magic forest elixirs that combined to form a hard potion. Mixed with water from the watercourse, it accumulated in a hollow bladder below the statue's penis.

As Beth began to bounce up and down on the wooden turncock, the pressure of her weight on the statue's thighs compressed the bladder and forced the elixir up through the wooden cock into Beth's cunt. The electric shock of cold water in her debase twat was suddenly replaced by a magical passion that flooded her small body. Her lumbus tingled and vibrated, and a massive orgasm rumbled from the profundity of her twat and shake her whole body. The humid deception of the forest potion had converted all pain to exquisite joy, and Beth cried and screamed many orgasm before Andrea and Jill finally lifted her exhausted soundbox from the statue's cock, her belly, tits, and cunt lips still vibrating with a succession of smaller and smaller orgasms.

Once again, Andrea wrapped Beth's tears, shaking sort in a warmly cloak and helped her off the pedestal. The special volunteer surrounded her with applause and praise for her courageousness. They expressed their gratitude for performing the sacrifice that celebrated the sexual spirit of the forest and released its power for its human being followers.

With Brian in the lead, the special volunteers of the botanic gardens then returned along the woodland route to the magnanimous clearing where new tribulation awaited the beautiful Beth.

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