"All the village elders gather around the traditional campfire and the about-to-be-man parades bare-assed in front of them holding his dong out for inspection. Sometimes a man or woman takes an occasional suck or pokes a finger up his ass or jiggles his balls as though inspecting him for the slave market. After a lot of shouting and laughing and stuff, the initiate does this ceremonial dance, see." ' I, she thought, as his fingers danced wildly on her taut skin, working his way up and down her body, beating a tattoo of drum rhythm that she could feel being matched inside by the pulsing, beating center of her being. Her cunt danced, too, waiting for the thrust of something, anything. His fingers skipped past the opening and flurried down the insides of her thighs and the tension mounted in her. Hardly paying attention to what he was saying she reached down for his cock which had wilted somewhat and which she wanted to spark back into life. His quick, darting fingers stopped her short of her goal and he admonished her with an "I want it that way, real soft. It's part of it all."
He pushed her over onto her stomach and ran one of the belts between her legs, two of his fingers lingering outside and then barely within her ass, working her gently, slowly, to get the juices flowing again. Through the haze that her mind was becoming she heard him say that when the dance is over, the boy again parades before the village elders until his manhood is completely limp and then they bring out the stake and the girl. With rawhide thongs-"Forgot to buy some, but the belts ought to work"-they lash the girl to the stake away from too much heat of the fire but still in its direct light, and the music starts up again. A big ceremony is made of bringing out the doll-a life-size, very life-like one-and the chief hands it to the man while holding his other hand up for silence to the now-tense group. "And then, without touching her-the live one, I mean-he makes her come. Like this."
Giving one final finger thrust to her quivering, lubricating ass-button, he stood up over her and pulled the belt from between her legs. He turned her over onto her back again and spread-eagled her body across the bed. As he strapped the arms and legs to the frame he explained to her that part of the pleasure for the girl was in not being able to move. He produced a long rope that they had used before from under the bed, already tied to one side, and flung it across her midriff and then secured it tightly at the other side. The rope would burn if she moved.
"You're at the stake, Gert, near the fire. Okay? The crowd is quiet, and I'm your boy-man. Come for me, Gert, come for me."
He stood in front of her and she watched him hold the doll before his face. She noticed then that he or the manufacturer (she suspected it had been Larry) had made finger-size holes where a girl's pleasure holes should be. She felt a bit ridiculous and, in fact, not sexually aroused anymore at all. She didn't want to put a damper on Larry's enthusiasm but this was one thing she was sure wasn't going to work at all. And looking at him and his soft dangling prick she wasn't so sure of his enthusiasm either. Maybe he had made all this up because the trip hadn't netted anything. She often felt he had done that, but even if he had she in turn had to admit the results were always very gratifying.
Until now, she reminded herself.
She took her point of focus away from Larry's shriveled penis and looked up at his face. Lord, he was actually kissing the doll like it was a live thing. Putting his tongue in her life-like ears, he held the pliant doll against him, grasping it firmly by the buttocks. His tongue ran down her neck into the hollow of her shoulder blades and she saw his saliva dripping onto and down the arm. He reached one hand up and massaged the blade. "Wait until you feel my jism there," he whispered. "Hotly it spews down your arms and onto your fingers, sticky, sweet jism in your hands, your hands that will hold my cock and feel its pulsing hardness to the warmth of your touch."
And suddenly, she-Gert-began to feel him. Impossible, since he was nowhere near her, but His hands had worked down to those of the doll's-hers?-now and brought one of its hands around to his now-growing, expanding prick. Holding it there, he massaged himself with it while inserting a finger in the rear of the doll, impaling Gert herself with that far-away finger as he ground it in and out, in and out. Involuntarily, her sphincters contracted and she could feel her vaginal muscles quiver with the sensation. She imagined Larry's massive fingers inside her, her hand on his cock, fingers scissoring the root of that cock and cupping the full, taut, tight-skinned balls. She 'could feel Larry's knuckles against her buttocks as his index finger rammed into her to its full length. She wanted to tear her eyes away from Larry and the doll but couldn't, could only hear herself praying that he would go deeper, deeper into her so that the finger would come out of her mouth where she was sure it was reaching. She could feel her anal juices flowing, a feeling that never failed to surprise her. Dripping onto her ass, onto the bed, the pool of juices flowing, a feeling that never failed to surprise her. Dripping onto her ass, onto the bed, the poo of juices that she would be lying in, that was hers. She loved feeling the wetness beneath her, squirming in it and remembering his rubbing it into her. Into her pores, her skin, under her armpits Juices mixed, hot, sticky, sweet-tasting.
And now he was holding the doll facing her, his one arm stretched across the doll's-her-breasts and massaging the nipple of the left one. Gert felt the familiar tingling sensation as the nipples of her own breasts grew taut, awaiting the nipping bites she knew were going to-had to-come. Her body responded to the movement of his hands on the clitoral area of the doll, the sweeping downward stroke with the tip of his index finger continuing with the flat of his hand resting on the clit while his fingers penetrated her wetness. She began to squirm, feeling the coarse biting of the rope across her torso. She didn't care, she had to move, to meet the fingers, to make them go deeper and deeper into her, to make them touch the walls of her insides. She felt the palm grinding slowly on her mound, and ground with it; sensing his hot cock dripping onto her stomach, she moaned and waited for the other hand to caress her inner thighs. The inner thighs that were screaming with each touch…
And where was the tongue now-the tongue that burned inside her on her skin, in her ears, around her teeth and flicked across and hugged her own tongue? God, it was there, now grazing her body while hands grasped her buttocks slowly, toyingly, teasing with fingers poised at the opening. Tensing, she waited for the penetration, tightening her muscles, which only made it harder for the entry but she couldn't help it. She loved that entry but was scared each time, scared it would hurt.
The finger was in her now, twisting, turning, going deeper and deeper into her, ramming home. Shove harder, harder, she wanted to scream and waited for the thrust. She was straining now against the rope, pulling at the straps that held her down.
Her breasts ached to be touched, to feel the circular hard motion of pressing hands. Looking at Larry through glazed eyes she saw his now fully erect cock passing between the legs of the doll, his hands up the asshole. With the thrust of his cock she could feel herself begin to come, that familiar slow-mounting unbearable tingling tension that started from deep inside her, threatening to burst out. She tensed her vaginal muscles, knowing that the tension would both heighten and delay the orgasm. She was ready now but, as always, afraid she would lose it if it came too fast. She wanted fingers on her, all over her, her fingers, Larry's, anyone's. And she wanted a cock, poised at her entrance, then slowly making its way into her, centimeter by centimeter, until just the tip was in. A pause while her cunt lips licked and squeezed it, familiarized themselves with the fat red hotness of it. Slowly she could feel the root begin to grow in her, filling her insides until she thought she couldn't breathe, pressing against her on all sides, squeezing out her eyeballs and brains, coming out her mouth. Coming in her mouth and her cunt at the same time.