FERTILITY EQUAL SURVIVAL

Feature Writer: Handsome Peter
Feature Title: Fertility Equals Survival / Chapter 4
Story Codes: Ritual Sex, Under-Aged
Uploaded: 17.04.2009
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Fertility Equals Survival 4

Outside of the hut, held up above the six young priests, Meris looked down the Trail of the Fertility Goddess.  She saw the torches and the bodies of men and women standing along the Trail holding the stalks of the Sacred Grain Pollen. In the distance, near the fire she supposed, Meris heard the steady beat of drums.

She felt the first sharp but painless slap of pollen on her body.  The villagers were arranged in an orderly fashion so that only one application of pollen at a time would be allowed.  This let that man or that woman know he or she had done their part to provide for the survival of the village.  The crops would grow, the children would be born, the people would thrive.

The yellow dust stuck to the semen coating that covered her body.  They started at her head, coating the ritually arranged hair with the powerful pollen.  Meris felt her face change as it turned more and more yellow.  A priest on either side of her wiped her eyes clean with small pieces of what looked like the virginal cloth she had worn.

She was able to see everything.  Her nipples were erect above her small breasts.  A woman, then a man, then a woman and so on would administer the sacred pollen to her body.  She realized then that the pollen would be applied slowly, each person having their own identified area of her body to anoint.

As the pollen was applied, each person would chant “you will be filled with seed”.  The young priests marched solemnly along carrying the Fertility Goddess to the large bright light of the fire that had been lit. High above the full moon, the Moon of Fertility was almost at its zenith.  People followed the priests  after their part had been played out along the Sacred Trail.  Everyone stepped as the priests keeping time with the slow cadence of the drums.

Meris felt her breasts being slapped with the pollen stalks.  She watched as each stalk came down.  Her naked body, not before seen by other than when she was a baby and only by her family, was now there for the entire village to see.  She saw her older brother’s face as he moved to dust just below her left breast.

When he said, “you will be filled with seed”, she saw his eyes looking into hers.  She nodded slowly, then the priests carried her away.

Closer now to the sound of the drums loud in the night.  Sparks from the fire rising quickly into the air.  The pollen had gone down to her lower belly now.  At this point, approaching the brightest part of the Trail, the priests in front stepped apart from each other to the edges of the trail.  Her legs  were opened now, her sacred yoni, the mound swollen, was available to the three priests.  One slapped the pollen on the inside of her left thigh.  Another slapped the pollen on the inside of her right thigh.   The Head Priest held his stalk of pollen high above his head and the drumming stopped.

The sounds still inside her head took a moment to dissipate.  It seemed that the noise was  fleeing upward chasing the sparks from the sacred fire.

The Head Priest, looking at her body said loudly and clearly for all to hear, “You will be filled with seed.”

He brought the stalk of pollen down harder than most to the split at the center of her yoni.  She couldn’t see it, but pollen had stuck to either side of her split, but none stuck on the slit itself.  The tender flesh on either side was brown just as it always had been.  The Fertility Goddess was coated from head to groin with the yellow color of the seed of life.  Her long brown legs were glistening with the ritual semen.

The Fertility Goddess was carried to a platform some distance from the fire, at the center of a large dirt arc of an amphitheater made of mounded earth.   The people of the village were seated on the earth around the platform, faces  shining in the firelight as she was placed on the platform, her sacred yoni was at  its very edge  A young priest on either side held her legs apart for the entire village to see.

The Head Priest stood several paces in front of the angle her legs made and looking at her face.  He pronounced that the Fertility Goddess was to sacrifice her virginity for the sake of the village.  He said that on this night, the Fertility Goddess would have the seed from a select group of men placed inside her sacred receptacle.

“The honor of first seeding falls to this man,” he proclaimed as his pollen stalk pointed into the shadows.

A tall muscular man, his body anointed with the oils provided from the yoni of the most fertile women in the village.  Each of these men had been prepared just before the procession started, each of the most fertile women, dipping fingers inside their yoni to apply the sacred woman oil to his body. With that, the drum beat stopped.

The man walked slowly forward.  His body  nude, his lingam  erect, his flesh glistening in the light from the fire.  He walked between the legs of the virgin goddess.  Meris felt her juices flowing from inside her as she saw this handsome man. Her eyes then fixed upon his  erection something she knew nothing about.  She knew that he was going to place that inside of her.  Her heart was pounding harder than the drums had pounded before.

She was aware that everyone was going to be watching for her reactions. The man looked into her eyes and pronounced, “I will fill you with seed Goddess”.  He pushed the dark mushroom head of his lingam along the pronounced slit.  She was slippery with the honor of providing for her village.  She felt the mushroom push inside of her.

She kept her eyes on the man as he kept his eyes on hers.  Without touching her in any other way, his lingam started to push into her slippery opening.  She felt a fullness in her that she had never felt before.  The man’s muscular arms were flexed as he placed his hands on the platform.  He looked down now, as did she, at the place where they joined.  His lingam had moved barely inside her. She felt it pushing against a place that was causing some pain.  He pulled back so that the crown of the mushroom was visible again.

Meris watched him hesitate… then watched as he thrust swiftly forward.  The tip of his lingam approached the place where pain had come, and then tore past that so that his member filled her entirely.  Meris knew there were tears flowing down her cheeks, moving the pollen there in little salty trails.

The man rested, then pulled back, so the length of his member could be seen by all, shiny and covered with smears of blood.  He sent it back home into her, retreating and marching forward with abandon.  The audience watching was quiet in awe of this sacred spectacle.  Juicy sounds from their coupling was heard behind the snap of a spark shooting into the air.  The man drove into his goddess with fervor and soon, his entire body was frozen in her depths as his seed entered the chambers of the Fertility Goddess.

Meris felt the burn, and the seed coating her insides.  She felt her womb then making some adjustments to accommodate the offering he had placed there.  When his tribute was finished, the man pulled his lingam from the fecund yoni of the Fertility Goddess and pronounced,”She is filled with seed.”  He walked proudly to a place of honor at the base of the amphitheater.

From the shadows another man walked forward.  His body too was shining.  His lingam apparently had been chosen to represent the size of the needs of the village.  The first man had been the one with the key to open the sacred box.  This man had between his legs the means to ready the goddess to open for childbirth.  He would move her insides apart so the child would come easily.

Meris watched as the man approached. She saw that his lingam was not only long, but as thick as her very own wrists. Standing between her legs, near her dripping yoni, the man proclaimed,”I am here to open the Fertility Goddess so that her child may come into the world easily.  I will fill you with seed”.

With that, he placed the thick mushroom at the tip of his lingam into the open dripping place between her legs.  There were gasps from Meris, and feminine gasps from the crowd as he pushed his thickness deep and hard into the small goddess lying there.  Meris felt her insides screaming with pain, and more tears flowed down her cheeks. This man was the most powerful warrior and hunter in the tribe.  He slammed his hardness brutally into the young goddess’ open gate.  Meris was surprised, as he was driving into her when he yelled, “Now I fill the Goddess with my seed!.”

She felt the hard spurts inside of her, jetting against the parts of her that were stinging with pain. His movements continued unabated while the seed was erupting from the mushroom head.  She marveled at how much of it he was able to place inside of her.  He pulled out, his member coated white and red. He walked away to be seated near the other man.

Another warrior walked from the shadows.  He was taller than the others.  His stiffness wasn’t as thick, but was much longer.  The seed bag swaying below his lingam seemed to be much larger than that of the others.

He stood between her open flowing yoni and proclaimed,” I am here to plant seed in the depths of the garden of the goddess.”  He moved forward, and without touching his member at all aimed for her open place and drove it all the way into her sheath.  She felt his pole piercing some part of her deep inside.  It was painful, but she knew pain now and was able to shed only a few tears.  When he erupted , he held his lingam deep inside the place he had pierced letting the molten seed jet into the very depths of her body. It was as if some part of her deep inside had opened up to take his lingam and his offering of seed. He withdrew, his lingam still straight and rigid.  He took his seat near the other two men.

The Head Priest made a signal and said, “The Goddess has been filled with seed”. At this statement the observers spoke in unison “It is done. The seed is planted.”  Then the priest continued “Let the women come forth and take the sacred juices to anoint each doorway in the village.”  With that he moved forward, dipped his fingers into the liquids flowing there.  He anointed his forehead with the sacred flow.

One by one, women of the village came forward, each crying with happiness.  The women would dip their fingers into the juices as they moved down from the open lips of the goddess.  They would walk away with their hands cupped to hold the precious fluids.

Meris wondered what would be next.

Meris lay open on the platform as the sacred seed flowed from her sacred receptacle.  She looked around the earthen amphitheater as the women returned to the men with whom they shared their private lives..  She felt movement near her and saw that one man was standing next to the priest.  She gasped as she recognized her beloved brother.  She wondered at that, then noticed that the people on the amphitheater were all now divested of their  clothing, their bodies gleaming in the light of the ceremonial fire behind her.

Her brother approached her now and looking down into her loving eyes whispered,”Your ordeal is almost over dear sister.  What happens now is the propagation ceremony of the fertile of the village.  You must watch the actions of the fertile ones now as they are hoping for your eyes to see theirs as they plant and accept seed. I am here to bring you the pleasure you have not yet had tonight.  Please relax dear sister and enjoy what I bring you.

With that, her brother stepped behind one of her open thighs, reached down with his beautiful large hand  to her flowing yoni.  His fingers caressed the smooth swollen mound, moving into the flow, and taking the lubrication provided to slide over the sacred button beneath which the seed was flowing.  She gasped and closed her eyes momentarily, then remembering her charge, looked to the people of the village.

The people were arranged for sex as animals do with the male behind the female. The females on hands and knees crying with happiness, looking at the face of the fertility goddess.  The males were thrusting into them at a slow pace for this initial part of the ceremony.

Her brother’s fingers were moving now into the open folds of her sacred place and she felt some pleasure that she hadn’t felt earlier.  Her belly and lower belly were contracting with small pleasures that seemed destined for greater to follow. Her nipples were very erect, her mouth open as her moans escaped her throat involuntarily from the touch of her brother’s fingers.

She looked back at the fertile ones.  The propagation ceremony was speeding up now, the females watching the emotions on the face of the Fertility Goddess as her brother brought her to the first of her convulsions of pleasure.  The males were now thrusting into the females much faster now, the bodies covered with the wetness of effort.

Meris heard the wet slapping sounds as the propagation ceremony rushed to its culmination.  In her twelve summers she had heard rumors, but now saw that the rumors were but threads of what really was the full cloth of the ceremonial fertility acts that made the village stronger.  She felt the fingers of her brother now moving inside her slippery painful insides as his thumb pressed against the tiny pleasure spot at the opening.  She was convulsing with pleasure now, her whole body moving of its own volition to the pleasures that filled her entire  being.

The glistening bodies now were in the stage where Meris realized that seed was being placed deep within the receptacles of the females watching as they were convulsing much as she was now.  It was at this point that she saw the lingam of her brother standing out from his loin cloth.  It was beautiful and thick as the root of the banyan trees surrounding the village.  She reached her hand forward to touch this beautiful lingam.  Her fingers caressed it gently. She gasped as his seed pushed violently from the tip of the mushroom head.  It was all over her hand and arm, but most of it had found final destination on her small breasts.  He smiled at her then and took the hand from her yoni and  moved it to her breasts in turn mixing his seed with the sacred pollen that covered them.  She felt a new convulsion coming and after initially closing her eyes again, looked deep into the eyes of her brother as his movements gave her the pleasure again.

Looking back at the fertile of the village, their part of the ceremony seemed to have concluded as the males had collapsed on top of the females.

The head priest grunted and his deep voice rumbled that this was good.  The village will have many young in the awakening of the world nine moons from now as the fruit of this sacred night of renewal.

Meris was picked up again by the young priests and she was taken back along the path from whence she had come.   They marched beyond that point to the village of the priests and took her into the thatched structure in the center of the village.  Here she would live for the next year to bring her child into the world and to nurture it.

THE END