2 comments/ 46877 views/ 6 favorites Kabati Tribe Ch. 01 By: Anna Ry CALIA As Kintook's first wife, Calia held the highest status among the women of the large village, but with this privilege came great responsibility. She was the leader of Kintook's 4 other wives and of all his children. She bestowed fertility upon all the women of the village and held the responsibility for the fertility of the entire earth. Any personal shortcoming she carried would directly affect all life. While her husband held the power of healing, health and happiness, she held the power of life itself. Calia watched her eldest daughter grinding the wild barley into flour.. Taryn's lush curly hair twinkled in the sunlight. Her delicate face, full pink mouth and long limbs gave her the graceful look of a gazelle. Her breasts had grown into full ripe melons. Her long bright pink nipples poked through the curtain of beads. A small tuft of hair graced the little "Y" at the tops of her firm thighs. She was the embodiment of beauty and fertility. Taryn had been born on a full moon at harvest. Her First Moon, the full moon following her 20 years, would fall on the first day of her 20th year, and it was at harvest time of one of the most fertile years the entire Kabati tribe had ever seen. Taryn had brought Calia high status from the moment of her birth. As soon as the villagers saw Taryn's light caramel skin and golden brown hair, they all knew Taryn would be special Calia had spent Taryn's entire life preparing her for her responsibilities as a Kintook's wife. For 20 years Calia taught Taryn how to harness the power of life and pass it to the women of the village and to the plants and animals of the earth. Calia was both excited and fearful for her daughter's future. Taryn would have even more status than the village elders if she were to become pregnant during the 20 days of Taryn's Rites. But if Taryn failed to bleed at first penetration, or if she was found to be barren, then she would put to death and a new wife for Kintook would be chosen. Even if she passed the first tests of her life giving power, she might still lose her status. The expectations for Taryn were impossibly high, much higher than those for any other Calia in the Kabati tribe. Kintook entered the hut and gave her the traditional greeting of patting her head with his right hand. Calia looked up at her husband. They had been chosen as children and Calia was grateful her husband was a gentle lover and attentive friend. She was married to him at the end of Taryn's second year, according to tradition. He was barely a man then but already well respected in the village. He had grown into quite an impressive man, strong and kind. She squatted in front of him and kissed his penis cover, signaling her respect for his position in the village. Kintook sat next to her and put his hand on her thigh. "They will come for Taryn in 3 days." He said. Calia said nothing, looked at her feet and tried not to cry. Taryn had been promised to Jala, a village more than four day's walk to the west. Calia's heart ached because she would only see her daughter twice a year during the Kabati tribal gathering. Calia's husband tenderly took her in his arms and kissed her forehead. She pressed her body against his and rested her head on his strong shoulder. They sat in this manner for a long time, each comforting the other. Kintook eventually reached behind Calia and unhooked her chest beads and then reached down and untied the beaded cloth covering her womanhood. He lay her down next to him and took in her beautiful nude body. The Kintook stood, removed his headdress, beads and penis cover and then lay down on the furs next to his wife. Calia took her man into her arms and pulled him into her. She was at her fertile time and hoped she would soon be filled with new life. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist as he penetrated her to get his seed as far up into her belly as she could. After he shot his hot seed up into her womb she rolled over onto her side with Kintook's leg under her hips and her back against his firm belly. Thus entwined, they napped in the warmth of the afternoon. TARYN'S ENDOWMENT The Jala elders had arrived at nightfall. The women of her village had spent the earliest hours of dawn preparing Taryn to meet the Jala elders. She was clothed in the traditional fertility dress of her village. Strings of white bone beads were braided into her ash covered hair, her body was covered in gray ash. Her usual chest beads were replaced by a curtain of bones, bleached white in the sun. Her loincloth was the soft white belly of the gazelle. With the women bustling around her, Taryn did not have much time to contemplate the changes about to come. Her mother had spent Taryn's entire life preparing her for her role and Taryn was long prepared for this event in particular. It's coming felt as natural as phase of the moon that signaled her journey to Jala village. Her only nervousness came from having to speak the ceremonial words in front of the entire village. Would she remember them or would she stumble? As soon as the first glint of sunlight peeked in the horizon, her mother led Taryn from the hut to the ceremonial grounds in the center of the village. They were followed by all the women of the village. The village men stood in a wide circle at the ceremonial grounds. The Jala elders joined the elders of her village and her father in the center of the circle. Each man stood nude except for his ceremonial yellow penis cover, the length of which signified each man's stature in the village. Her father's penis cover was nearly 3 feet long. As Taryn and her mother approached the circle, the men separated just enough for them to pass through. The village women formed a second circle behind the men. Taryn understood the significance of joining her father and the elders inside the circle. She understood her status was higher than that of everyone in her village except her mother, father and the elders. Taryn stood 3 feet in front of her father with her eyes downcast and her arms folded elegantly at her waist, as she had been taught. As she expected, her father patted her 3 times on the head with his right hand – a ceremonial greeting reserved for village Kintooks toward women of high status in the Kabati tribe. In return she bent slightly from the waist to kiss the tip of his penis cover, a show of respect for his manhood and status. Her father beat his Acha staff on the earth 3 times. "This is the eldest daughter of the Kintook. This woman is the hope of the ground and the sky. This woman is rain. This woman is beating of the heart." He said loudly enough for the village to hear. "Who takes an oath for this woman?" Calia stepped forward to stand to the side between Taryn and her father. Kintook acknowledged his wife by patting her on the head with his right hand and she kissed the tip of his penis cover. "I take this oath" her mother said loudly. "This woman is seeded on First Moon." Taryn knew these words certified to the Jala elders that Taryn was the resultant child created during Calia's ceremonial rites, and as such, Taryn was qualified to be endowed with the power of life. Kintook beat his Acha into the ground 3 times and Calia moved to stand behind him. The oldest man in the village, one of the elders, stepped forward to speak. "I am Banduk and I thank this Calia for bringing my wives children, grandchildren and many great grandchildren. This Calia brings us many goats and pigs. This Calia brings us the grain and the fruit. This Calia honors the Kintook." Banduk took a moment to reposition the stick he used to support his aging body before continuing. "This Calia bled for the Kintook at First Moon and honored the seed of this village by bringing this life forward." Banduk raised his arm toward Taryn. "This old one remembers these things. This old one honors this life." Taryn was proud that Banduk spoke for her. He had been like a grandfather to her all her life. His eloquent words now were heartfelt and genuine. Taryn knew the Jala elders would be impressed by Banduk's honor. As Banduk stepped back to take his place with the other village elders, Taryn went to him and kissed his penis cover. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face so that she could see his broad, proud smile. For the first time Taryn thought about what she would be leaving behind. Banduk's age made it impossible for him to attend the Kabati gatherings anymore. Taryn realized this might be the last time she ever sees her dear Banduk. Tears began to well up into her eyes but were quickly wiped away as Banduk mouthed "danna" – a Kabati word that could mean "lifelong joy", "child" or "blessing". It was his way of reminding her that their memories of each other would last her lifetime and he would always be with her. She moved to stand in front of her father again. By now the sunlight had moved over the horizon enough to fill in the shadows created by the torches surrounding them. Taryn faced into the morning sun and watched a large flock of ngnaga fly over the village. The sun glistened on the dew covered bountiful harvest gathered in the circle, a testament to the Jala elders of Calia's fertility shared by the entire village. Kintook turned and brought Calia forward to stand in front of her daughter. Banduk's wife, the eldest woman in the village, began to sing about the life and fertility Kintook's daughter would bring to Jala. During the song Calia's right thumb was cut just enough to produce blood and Calia pressed her bleeding thumb against Taryn's forehead – the bright red almost garish against Taryn's gray ash covered face. As the song progressed Calia tied a small pouch on a leather string around Taryn's neck. The pouch contained the tooth of a male lion, the seeds of 3 plants and small cut of cloth caked with Taryn's first menstrual blood. She would wear this pouch constantly for the rest of her life. Taryn was now endowed with the power of life and qualified to bestow that power as she saw fit. Every member of the village knelt in honor of her life. One of the Jala elders spoke. " The Kintook is honored this day. This man honors this Calia who brings forth this life. (gesturing to Taryn) This life is a blessing to this man. I beg of this life to honor the seed of Jala." "This woman honors the seed of Jala" Taryn replied, though a bit too soft to be heard by the entire village. She stepped forward and kissed the penis covers of all 3 Jala elders. With that the drums began to beat and the villagers circling them began to stamp their feet and move around the circle. The men moved clockwise while the women behind them moved counter clockwise. The village elders and Jala elders sat facing away from Taryn and her parents. In the middle of circle Taryn was actually alone with her mother and father. She held onto her parents crying softly, not wanting to leave everything she had always known. Her father embraced her and reassured her. Her mother shared her tears. Soon came the time to leave. For the next four days she would walk in complete silence with the Jala elders to Jala village. JALA She and the elders had arrived late in the afternoon and were joined more than 3 miles from the village by nearly all the people of Jala village. Though the arriving party walked in complete silence, the people of Jala chanted in honor of her all the way to the ceremonial grounds. The elders who had traveled with Taryn told the people they personally witnessed Taryn's endowment and then she was led away by 3 older women of Jala to a hut on the edge of the village. Taryn was grateful to finally be alone in the small but well-appointed hut. It was filled with an abundance of food, sweet clear water and animal skins. Taryn sat down on the pile of furs in one corner of the room, intending to simply make herself comfortable, but falling asleep instead. A rustling in the room woke her. One of the old women was making herself comfortable atop furs covering a straw bed. Still mostly asleep, Taryn looked up and saw the bright nearly full moon centered in the smoke hole of the hut. A lion roared off in the distance. Safe in the familiarity of life on the grasslands, Taryn was soon off to a deep sleep. Taryn woke with a start to the sounds of children being hustled off to their huts. It was already late evening and the village bustled with preparations for tonight's fertility ceremony. Taryn had no idea what would take place, as this was one event her mother did not teach her about. She sat on her bed for several minutes shaking off the dreams from her nearly 24 hour sleep. As she moved to stand, the 3 older women who had been with her last evening entered the hut. Two of the women carried baskets and one carried a large clay pot filled with water. The women introduced themselves and explained they were there to prepare her for First Moon. There was something safe and reassuring about the women and Taryn felt completely at ease as the women removed all of Taryn's beads and garments except the small leather pouch. The women cooed reassuringly about Taryn's beauty as they washed the ashes from her light caramel skin and rich brown hair. After she was gently patted dry Taryn was offered a bowl of milky white liquid to drink. Though it smelled sweet, the taste was quite bitter and it took a bit of encouragement for Taryn to drink the entire bowl. While two of the women cleaned her, the other was clearing the table and covering it with several thick soft furs. Taryn was asked to lay on her belly on the table, and soon one of the women was kneading Taryn's body with oil that had been perfumed with fragrant yarrow flower and brightened with shimmering powdered mica. Taryn closed her eyes and enjoyed the soothing feel of the old woman's hands kneading her feet and ankles. The old woman took her time, slowly working her way up the back of Taryn's elegant legs, pressing her thumbs firmly into Taryn's calf muscles and then delicately oiling the back of Taryn's knees. It was about this time the liquid from the bowl began to take effect. Taryn's senses became incredibly heightened. The dim light from the single torch in the room seemed extremely bright. She could hear each flutter of wings from the fly buzzing across the room. Her skin felt each individual hair of the furs under her. It was as if every atom of life became a separate, fascinating entity to her. The woman had finished massaging the oil into Taryn's neck, shoulders, back and arms and had moved down to Taryn's plump, perfectly rounded buttocks. Taryn felt hands spread out over her back, thumbs pressing firmly all the way down her spine, slipping into the cleavage of her behind and delicately caressing her anus before being moved over the mounds of her bottom and around her wide hips. Again and again the woman moved in this manner, pulling the life force from Taryn's mind and heart down to her middle. By now the euphoria and heightened sensual feeling caused by the drug was in full effect and Taryn compliantly allowed herself to be rolled over onto her back. Gentle hands pulled her legs apart slightly. The sensation of the cool night air on her warm exposed center kept her complete attention until the hands returned, this time to her face. Taryn melted into the furs as her face was gently kneaded and then her graceful neck and shoulders. The warm oily hands moved over and around Taryn's supple breasts. Each time the hands moved away and then back over her breasts Taryn would instinctively arch her back in anticipation. The old woman worked her way down over Taryn's smooth flat belly, pulling erotic energy down to Taryn's womb. With each move of her hands, the old woman's touch became a little firmer and more demanding. She slid an oily hand firmly down over Taryn's navel and lower belly, down over her pubic bone and into the Y. Taryn shivered with a new sensual awareness as the hands caressed her inner thighs starting from her knees and moving up to her groin. Gentle hands lifted her knees off the fur and spread her legs apart to expose the ultra tender flesh leading to her womb. Warm oily fingers massaged the thin sliver of skin between each labia and her groin. Stroke after stroke the fingers moved down over her pubis, down along side each labia and around to the soft flesh between her holes. Taryn began to move her hips slightly in unison with each stroke of the massage. The old woman smiled knowingly to herself, recognizing the eroticism rising up in Taryn. The old woman gently massaged Taryn's labia by taking each between her thumb and forefinger. Pulling them gently apart, the old woman could see the gathering wetness up inside Taryn and knew the time to begin First Moon had come. FIRST MOON The ceremonial grounds were appointed with 3 large ground fires and surrounded by torches. Taryn had been carried out on the fur covered tabletop on the shoulders of the Kintook's four brothers and set on top of a wooden support about 2 feet high in the center of the circle. An 8 foot tall pole was on each side of Taryn's bed. Taryn was helped to a sitting position. For several hours the drums beat and every man of the village but 2 danced and chanted in a circle around Taryn. Their chants called upon every living thing to accept Taryn as the Calia of Jala. The bitter liquid given to Taryn earlier continued to work on her, intensifying all of her senses and filling her with a sense of well-being and oneness with her surroundings. She watched the movement of the men encircling her. They were all completely nude. Their only adornments the pattern of facial scars each man wore proudly, the yellow body paint they had applied for this ceremony, and a necklace made with a small piece of bone and the hide of the first animal that had ever given it's life to him to feed the village. Taryn sat quietly taking in the deepening sensual stimulation. She would hear each man's breathing as a separate sound, each grain of dust moving under their feet. She could differentiate each man's smell as they moved in the circle around her. After a time she was aware of each man's location in the circle at every moment. As the dancing continued she became aware of each sensation within her own body. She could feel each separate nerve in her skin react to the sensation of either cool night air or warm fire. She could hear the slightly different sound her breath made as it escaped her right or left nostril. She could feel the distinct movement of each minute movement of muscle within her body. Soon the moon reached the location in the sky that signaled the arrival of Kintook. The men stopped moving around the circle and stood chanting and stamping their feet to the drumbeats. The men directly in front stepped aside just enough to allow a young man to enter the circle. He was tall and thin. The ornate mask he wore covered his facial markings. He wore a long yellow penis cover. Taryn looked for the first time at the man who would eventually become her husband. His body was an oiled dark chocolate, strong and beautiful. Taryn looked at the beautiful pattern of scars covering his tight belly. The scars denoted that this young man was much respected by the village on his own merits and that his deceased father had been a well respected Kintook. The young Kintook walked toward Taryn. He was followed by the oldest and most respected man in the village. This man carried an ancient Seesi wood rod about 2 feet long, 3" in diameter and rounded on one end. This rod had been a part of Jala village for centuries. It had been sanded and oiled many times and was as hard and smooth as marble. The old man had been present when the rod had been used for the First Moon of the young Kintook's mother. Kabati Tribe Ch. 01 As the Kintook walked toward his future bride, Taryn instinctively stood up on her platform. As he stepped up on it to join her, the drums and chanting stopped. Taryn faced her future husband for the first time. Her completely nude and oily caramel body glistened in the moonlight, the powered mica in the oil causing her to shimmer like gold in the warm firelight. Her beauty was at its height and though she could not see it, her Kintook smiled beneath the mask. He did not greet her with the customary pat on the head. He would not do this until after the entire village knew she was impregnated. However, she did greet him with the traditional kiss to the tip of his penis cover. As Taryn stood, unaware of her proud but graceful stance, Kintook gently took her head in his hands and said very softly so that only she could hear him, "I thank this life for coming to Jala." His voice was so gentle and yet so commanding that Taryn knew instantly this young man was worthy of her respect and trust. Kintook gently took each of Taryn's wrists and tied them securely over her head to the tall poll on either side. He did the same with each of her ankles so that she stood in a spread eagle position. He turned to the men encircling them and said for all to hear. "Let this woman bring forth blood of life." The drums began to beat as Kintook knelt facing Taryn. The old man handed Kintook the Seesi wood rod while the men around them began to move around the circle. While still on his knees, Kintook raised the rod in the air and summoned all the living things of earth to witness the bringing forth of the blood of life. Taryn noticed the rounded end of the rod was covered in a minty smelling green paste. Suddenly everything stopped – the drums, the chants – even the sounds of night seemed to stop. In the total perfect quiet of the night Kintook pressed the Seesi rod to Taryn's virgin labia and quickly rammed it up inside her. Her scream and the jolt of her body against the confining ropes echoed all through the village and the surrounding grasslands as her thick hymen was partially ripped apart. A second hard thrust up into her caused her to scream again as her virginity was given to the earth. Her blood gushed down over the Seesi rod to cover Kintook's hand. Even as the pain still echoed in Taryn's body, Kintook handed the bloody rod to the old man who made his way out of the circle with it. Kintook slipped his fingers into Taryn's bloody hole to collect as much of her blood as he could. Taryn noticed that, in spite of the discomfort, the feel of his fingers inside her gave her a feeling of delight and almost against her will, her body moved gently along with the motion of his hand. Kintook noticed her responsiveness and knew she was ready to begin. He had collected as much of her virgin blood as he could in his right palm and stood up. With his left hand he untied Taryn's ankles and wrists and steadied her as she swooned slightly. The drums stopped and the men stood still. Kintook raised his bloody hand. "See the blood of life this woman has given us." He called out. He turned and put and dab of the blood on Taryn's forehead, encircled each of her nipples and then drew his hand from the base of her throat, down her cleavage, all the way down to her pubic hair, wiping the blood from his hand onto her skin. He turned again to the circle of men. "This woman has agreed to give Jala life." The drums began a slow beat and the men moved slowly around the circle with them. Kintook lay Tayrn down on the soft fur covered platform and then stood over her. He removed his penis cover to reveal a very large, fully erect penis. He looked down at her beautiful, glowing, caramel body. This was the first time he had ever seen a woman without her covering, and he marveled at her beauty. She was perfect in every detail, from her shimmering hair to her elegant limbs. Kintook's father had spent a lot of time teaching him how to increase a woman's fertility by bringing her to orgasm, but this was his first opportunity to try. He was more than a little nervous. He found himself so excited by the beauty before him that he wondered if he would be physically capable of performing his responsibilities at all, let alone in front of the entire village. Taryn looked at the large man standing over her and wondered if he would fit inside her, but she did surely want him inside her. She feared it would hurt her like the Seesi rod did but also hoped it would be pleasurable like his fingers inside her were. Her Kintook was young and strong. She felt safe with him. She spread her legs as he knelt down between them. As he reached forward to run his fingers gently over her mouth she ran her hands over his hard chest. She watched the shadows of firelight dance over them as he explored every inch of her face and shoulders, arms and breasts. Every pore of her skin responded to his touch. She could feel each hair of his strong thighs pressing up against the tender backs of her own. His hard manhood throbbed atop her lower belly and his hanging sac twitched ever so slightly against her warm oiled labia. She could feel a movement way up inside her, a hotness growing deep within her lower belly. She felt just a little light headed as the green paste pressed up inside her began to do it's work of opening the entrance to her womb. Kintook slipped his knees under her, lifting her middle up off the furs. He pressed his enormous dark rod up against her engorged lower lips. Taryn reached toward him in anticipation. She felt her labia part as he moved up into her a single inch. She opened her eyes and looked at his beautiful body as he inched his way farther inside her. She could feel every cell of her insides adjust to his size as he slowly filled her. His strong hips pressed her slim legs apart and he went deeper. He was now fully inside her, the hard head of his penis now firmly pressed against the opening to her womb. His manhood throbbed in unison with the slow beat of the drums. As he began to move slowly in and out of her the drums changed their beat slightly. The young Kintook struggled to hold on until Taryn had an orgasm. He remembered then that women can be made to orgasm by fondling the hard knob at the top of her labia. As he continued to thrust slowly he took his fingers and spread her lower lips apart, found her little knob and began to gently rub his finger on it. Taryn gasped with pure pleasure. Every fiber of her body began to shake with desire. She could feel the hotness in her lower belly tighten at the same time the opening to her womb opened up. Her hips began to shake uncontrollably and she pressed herself up into the fingers in her slit. Her nipples grew harder and even the air around her became electrically charged as she teetered on the edge of the first orgasm of her life. Her heart pounded in her ears. The drumbeats throbbed in every cell of her organs. Her body clamped down on Kintook's rock hard penis. She screamed as she exploded and continued to cry out as the waves of the orgasm washed over her again and again, in the same way the wind washes over the grassland in endless wave upon wave. Kintook could hold on no longer and lay down over her, supporting himself on his elbows. Taryn held onto his biceps as he thrust himself in and out of her. She met him partway, her body pulling him in deeper with each thrust. Taryn felt every one of his pubic hairs entangling with her own. She felt his hanging sac bouncing between her legs. Her nipples rubbed along his chest. Kintook grew larger inside her. The firelight illuminated every movement of his strong muscles. His oiled body glistened like a golden god as he pressed his cum filled rod up into her. He stiffened. Taryn grabbed at his buttocks and pulled him into her. She closed her eyes and felt the stream of hot fluid shoot out of him and up inside her. Kintook lay over her for a few moments, their chests pressing hard against each other as the air rushed in and out of their lungs. They clung to each other's quivering body for comfort. Eventually Kintook's body relaxed and his mind became alert again. He remembered the ritual he had been taught, sat back on his legs, slid Taryn's hips up into his lap and bent her legs back over toward her head. He said loudly for all the men to hear over the chant "Let this woman command life in her belly". The naked, painted men circling them stood still. The drums were silent as the men sang a song calling for Taryn to bring forth the life of the whole world. Taryn looked through her legs at the golden man who had just taken her virginity. In her post coital glow she hardly noticed that the old man had returned with a large wedge shaped animal skin filled firmly with straw. It was placed under her hips and lower back, holding them up even higher than they were atop Kintook's lap. Taryn was surprised at how comfortable the position was. She was well supported and her legs rested comfortably beside her chest. As Kintook knelt at her head and caressed her, she envisioned life taking root inside her. She relaxed and allowed Kintook's seed to flow deep into her body. After the song finished the drums began their steady beat again. Kintook stood over her and called out to the tribe "Let every man plant seed in this life." The chanting began again as the men moved around the circle. Kintook stood over her head as one by one, from youngest to oldest the men broke from the circle and approached the platform. One by one they mounted her, facing away as was the custom. Fifty two men, young and old, added his seed. In Kabati culture it was taboo to take a woman from behind. While sex was expected to be pleasurable, it's main goal was to create children. Men were to face their wives in respect for the power to create life granted to women by the Calia. During First Moon all men but the Kintook were expected to face away from the new Calia so as not to dishonor their wives. Often a Kabati man would never experience a First Moon in his lifetime and would therefore never know any sex other than face to face. The thought of something new and different, combined with Taryn's youth and beauty made it easy for the village men to fulfill their duties during a First Moon. A few of the younger men were so excited that it took only a few thrusts into Taryn's juicy pink opening to cum. Others, the ones with more experience, made the most of the opportunity they were given and took the time to savor taboo sex with such a nubile woman. Taryn centered her mind on other sensations while the younger, more awkward men of the village did little more than fulfill their duties. Eventually a man with more experience mounted her. His name was Doona. Doona had 2 wives and 5 children. He had been fantasizing about this night for many months. When Kintook died and his Calia, past her time of fertility long ago, went back to her own village, Doona knew a First Moon would be in the near future. For Doona this was not about ritual. It was about hot, twisted, nasty, taboo sex. He had dreamed many nights of all the things he would be permitted to do to her for 20 straight days. He had every intention of making the most of his opportunity and leaving the new Calia in an exhausted pile of sweat. Doona was a particularly well-endowed man with very large hanging sacs. As he mounted her, he grasped one of her lower cheeks in each hand and ran his thumbs over and around her tender pink anus. Taryn's attention was riveted to the intensely pleasurable sensations in her groin. Doona watched his fingers as they traced up and down Taryn's sweet pink slit. He looked at the pool of white cream filling her hole and the way it moved when he slid his fingers over her most tender parts. He played with her in the fire and moonlight a long time, teasing her tender flesh with his fingers. He slipped a thumb into her anus and wiggled it slightly, causing Taryn to twitch and moan. She tightened involuntarily and some of the cream was pushed out. Doona dipped his thumbs in it and began working them both into her asshole. He watched his thumbs moving in and out of her pink flower. Taryn's eyes were closed. Her entire world was now centered on the fingers pushing her body to react. She could not see what Doona was doing to her but the pleasure of it, coupled with the drug that intensified every sensation, made it impossible for her to focus on anything else. Taryn felt every minute movement of Doona's thumbs on her slit. She felt the changing pressure of each finger on each hand on her ass as he gripped her. She felt the slightest movement of his sweaty muscular thighs against the backs of her own. He finally slipped his engorged manhood into her cream filled hole. He filled every crevice inside her, forcing the cream to gush out. Taryn felt the hot liquid seep down into her pubic hairs. She felt each molecule of it being massaged all around her anus. Doona slipped the two middle fingers of his right hand all the way into her ass. He pushed his fingers forward, pressing the thin layer of Taryn's flesh between his long fingers and hard cock. Doona became lost in his fantasy as he literally had a handful of nubile young ass in his right hand. He gripped her hard and felt his own cock as he pumped in and out of Taryn. He watched every movement of Taryn's pink holes while he pleasured himself on her. He could feel her cervix rubbing the end of his penis with each thrust. Taryn's body was quivering almost uncontrollably and her thighs were pressing up against him in an effort to get him in deeper. Doona picked up the pace of his thrusts, nearly slamming himself into her, feeling his own cock moving inside her with his fingers. Doona was pounding her. Taryn bucked against him. With each pounding thrust his balls slapped at her pubic bone and danced against her inner thighs. She felt like she was being ripped in half in a pleasurable way that was beyond her ability to name. Her grunting grew louder as he pounded her deeper and faster. Suddenly her insides crashed. It was as if his manhood was being rammed all the way up inside her womb. Taryn struggled to breathe. The furs beneath her felt like small daggers in her skin. Every hair of her body stood at attention. Just when she thought she might die, Doona exploded deep into her womb. She could feel the warmth of his hot lava shoot so far up inside her that even her throat grew hot. She was still reeling when Doona left her and another man quickly took his place. Each of the next 40 men pushed her to another orgasm before they shot their semen into her. While one man after another enjoyed the taboo pleasures of her responsive body, Taryn's entire being was pushed to the edge of life itself. She moved beyond pleasure, beyond pain, beyond earth or moon or even sun. She was lost in a haze of electricity. Her mind became one with the essence of life itself. Taryn was unaware that the oldest man in the village had fulfilled his duty and added his seed to the others. She was unaware that her Kintook still stood over her head. He was proud of his future wife. She had cum many times, proving to every man in the village she held a very strong lifeforce. He looked down at her ravaged holes and smiled behind the mask. The white fluid completely filled her and had run down over her belly. There was so much of it that it had filled her navel and run down all the way to the valley between Taryn's breasts. Kintook believed the seed of his village had been pushed up inside Taryn equally deep. Kintook backed up and knelt above Taryn's head and began singing with the men of the village. They sang until the first rays of sunlight lightened the sky in the distance. Taryn lay in the same position the entire time – her holes up in the air, supported by the straw filled wedge. Finally the oldest man brought Kintook his Acha. Kintook stepped off the platform and beat his Acha into the ground. The singing stopped. The old man stepped up and helped Taryn to a sitting position, knowing she would need supported because of the effects of the drug given early in the night. Kintook's brothers stepped forward and carried Taryn's platform back to her hut, where the old women waited. The women helped Taryn off the platform and onto a large straw mat. They gently bathed her from head to toe, taking special care to press the cool water into her genitals. Taryn was next to oblivious, though she could now stand on her own and obey their requests. Once all the dried cream and glimmering mica oil were removed, Taryn was clothed with her white chest beads and loincloth. The women helped her to a bed of furs and straw to sleep off the drug. One of the women stayed in the hut with her and the other went back to her own hut. The men had gone back to their own huts to sleep, exhausted by the physical demands of First Moon. Over the next 20 days they would not be expected to perform any work for their families or for the village. Every man's only duty for the next two weeks was to have sex with Taryn every day. In between sessions of intercourse, he would be expected to eat, drink and rest in order to make himself as potent as possible. And so, even as the women of the village began to stir with morning chores, the men, and Taryn slept.