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This story of erotic fiction is intended for the
enjoyment of our adult audience.   Any resemblence to
actual people and situations is purely coincidental. 
Any further distribution of the descriptions and
accounts of this story without the express permission
of the commissioner is prohibited.  No animals were
harmed in writing this story.  Constructive criticism
is welcome, flames are not. 

Enjoy.

	The elders noticed the rising sun moving to the left
and the stars changing their course.   Soon it would
be time plant the crops and let the animals have their
young.   That also meant the marriage of Mother Earth
and Father Sky.   And the village young people would
consummate the marriage.  
	It was obvious that intercourse between people lead
to children and that intercourse among the animals
lead to them having their young.    Therefore it
seemed reasonable that intercourse between Mother
Earth and Father Sky was necessary for healthy crops. 
  Sun, wind and rain from Father Sky copulated with
the think nutrients from Mother Earth.  
	Halu was excited about the coming festival.  She had
been living in the girls' house all year.  She was the
daughter of one of the chiefs of the village.   At the
festival she and her age mates would copulate with as
many of the boys from boys house as they could.    In
that way, they would ensure that Mother Earth and
Father Sky had a fruitful marriage.   After the
festival, she and her friends would become women, 
able to marry themselves.   The girls were generally
expected to abstain from sex before the festival,
although some did not.   Nevertheless, being a virgin
at marriage would seem to Halu and her friends as
selfish and absurd.   How else could they participate
in the great cycles that sustain life?   And  how else
could they choose a husband?
	Mot was also excited. His family owned many of the
large fields in the village.   He and his age mates
also wanted to copulate with as many of the girls as
possible, for the same reasons.  After the festival,
he would become a man, and select a wife.   
	Usually couples had the one year between festivals to
get married,  although some men waited until the
second year.  If he did not find a wife by the second
year,  he generally had to leave the village.   Some
women married men who moved to the  village from
elsewhere, but these men usually had some special
skill, like blacksmith or potter,  that they could not
employ at their previous village.  
	Each boy or girl was given a set of shells of
different colors.   Every time one had a successful
sex,  he or she had to give his or her partner a
shell.    All the boys and girls wanted all the shells
of the other sex.   The man and woman who had the most
shells during the three days of the festival would
represent Father Sky and Mother Earth next year. 
	Halu, Mot and their friends spent the week before the
festival preparing.  They ate special and foods and
herbs to give them energy and sexual responsiveness. 
Halu said she would copulate with any boy from the
boy's house,  with the possible exception of Rak, whom
she considered fat and lazy.   Mot made no exceptions
at all, although he found Halu attractive. 
	Mother Earth was being represented by Maku and Father
Sky was represented  this year by Bat.  Maku had
copulated with all the boys last year, and Bat had sex
with all but two.  However, there were more boys this
year, and a lot more girls.  Maku was also pregnant,
indicating that the marriage of Earth and Sky would be
fruitful. 
	One the evening of the festival,  Maku lead the girls
out of girl's house into the main square of the
village.  All the girls were naked, wearing  only a
necklace of  shells.   The women of the village
followed, dancing and singing.   They invoked the
spirit of the Earth, praying that the land would be
generous with its fruits.  The girls danced in a
circle in the middle of the village, as the music got
louder. 
	Then Bat lead the boys into the village,  followed by
the men.   Like the girls, the boys were naked except
for the shell necklaces.  They danced into the square,
surrounding the girls. 
With excitement and anticipation, their penises
protruded from their bodies like sticks.  The girls
saw the boys, and their breathing became heavier.
	The village leaders stood in front of the boys and
girls, chanting invocations to Earth and Sky, praying
for rain, sun, abundant crops, and fertile animals. 
The people were in a frenzy of dancing and music. 
	  Suddenly, Bat uttered a loud cry, answered by a cry
from Maku.  Each boy seized the nearest girl.  Mot
grabbed Pira, who screamed with excitement and fear.  
 Soon, every boy had taken a girl, and tried to have
sex with her. 
	Mot half carried and half dragged Pira to a mat he
had placed at the edge of the meadow. 
He threw her down, and fell on her.  He feverishly
devoured her naked tits, and placed his hand between
her legs.   Pira wanted to have sex with Mot, but she
was not prepared for his urgency and force, and she
was overwhelmed by his attack.  It took several
minutes for her body to catch up. 
	"I want you, now, Pira,"  Mot said.
	He did not wait for an answer.  Instead, he climbed
on top of her and excitedly penetrated her virgin
pussy.  
	"You are hurting me, Mot," she complained.	
	"You will like it, soon," he replied.  He did not let
up. He moved in her roughly, without any rhythm.  
Pira tried to respond to him.   She focused on the
pleasurable feelings emanating from between her legs. 
 She bent her knees so she could move with him.  
Suddenly, Mot was jerking and grunting as a stream of
pleasure pulsated from his prick.  Pira could feel the
hot liquid hit her body.   She moved harder until a
violent surge rolled over her body, sending her into
an orgasm, which blocked out everything else.  It took
her several minutes to realize what was happening to
her, and by whom.
	He pulled out of her and lay next to her.
	He said quietly, "Here is my shell.  You have to give
me one of yours ."
	They exchanged shells.   Mot felt satisfied, but Pira
felt that something had started, but it was not
finished.  The glow between her legs was a fire
getting hotter, not getting extinguished. 
	All around them, they heard the sounds of orgasmic
satisfaction coming from their friends.  They
investigated one couple  near by.  It was Rona and
Tip.  Rona was one of Pira's best friends.  She was
lying, her back to Tip, with his arm around around her
breasts.  They had just finished an energetic session
with him taking her from the rear.  
	Mot and Pira returned to the village to get a pichure
of weak beer.   They took some themselves and offered
some to Rona and Tip.  Rona drank some beer, and sank
back, naked, with her legs open.   Mot sat next to
her, and rubbed her breasts.  
	 Pira admired Tip's naked torso.  She wanted to get
him excited again.   She started to play with his
penis.   It promptly responded to her attentions.  Tip
moaned softly as the pleasure returned to his  prick. 
 He opened his eyes to admire Pira's body.   He
touched her back softly.
	"Put your mouth on it," Tip said.
	She leaned over to cover him with her lips.   She
delighted in the response she was eliciting from him. 
 The more she sucked, the stiffer he became.  
However, leaving him in her mouth would not honor
Mother Earth.  Therefore, she climbed on  top and
inserted his prick into her cum soaked quim.  
	At the same time, Mot was rubbing his prick between
Rona's breasts.   She tried to sit up to seize it in
her mouth, but it was too far.  
	"Put it in me," she said.
	She opened her  legs to accomidate him.   He thrust
in hard and deep.   This time, he wanted to take his
time.   
	"Lift up your legs and place them on my back,"  Mot
said.
	She did so, giving him complete access to her body. 
She moaned quietly as the continued to thrust into
her.  
	Next to them, Pira used her knees to raise and lower
herself on Tip.  She wanted to take her time also, to
make sure that she had control over her pleasure.  She
bounced on top of him.  He reached up to pinch her
breasts.   Pira was lost on the feelings in her body. 
 She moved faster, letting the pleasure wash over her
like waves on the beach.   Tip stayed in her, harder
than ever. 
He forgot trying to control himself.  Instead he used
his hips to buck up into her.   She shrieked as
another wave of pleasure pounded over her.    Tip felt
his prick release another surge of cum as  Pira
reached another peak. 
	Mot and Rona were aware of what Pira and Tip were
doing, but they were concentrating on their own sex.  
	"Do it, do it, do it,"  Rona said, moaning.
	The feelings of Mot's stiff prick dominated her
consciousness.  She was willing to let him do it all
night.  Mot also wanted to continue all night.   He
and Rona adopted a slow rhythm of thrusts and counter
thrusts.   Suddenly Mot felt a sudden increase in the
pressure inside his prick.   He started to move
faster.   
	"I'm there, do it as hard as you can," Rona cried.
	Mot's continued pounding sent her over the edge.  
Her orgasm his so hard, her abdomen hurt.   He
continued to bang at her until the pressure inside his
prick was almost painful.  He was crying for release. 
 And the release came.   It was not as hard as the
orgasm he had with Pira, but a lot more pleasurable.  
	The two couples relaxed following their endeavors.  
They exchanged shells, and lay next to each other.  
They fell asleep.   
	Rona awoke first, and then woke Pira.  They got up
and returned to girl's house to rest for the next
day's adventures. 
	 
	Halu was fascinated by the boy's erect penises.  She
had often fantasized about them while masturbating,
but the festival was her first chance to have so many
close up.  When Mot grabbed Pira, several boys tried
to grab Halu.  However, she moved to be be close to
Pin.   She pressed her groin against his sharp prick.
	"Take me,  Pin.  I want it," she whispered.
	They  rubbed their bodies together, getting very
excited.   They almost tried to have sex standing up. 
Instead, Pin lead her to a small tree.   
	He instructed, "Turn around and lean against the
tree."
	She did not know what he had in mind, but did as he
said.	He positioned himself behind her.	
	"Bend over,"  he said.
	When she did so, Pin placed his prick at her entrance
and thrust all the way.   For her, the thrill of being
taken was much greater than the pain of tearing her
hymen.  She responded to his urgency and force with
hers.  Halu bent her knees and thrust back at Pin.  
	"Yes! Yes!  Do it!"  she cried.
	He reached around to grab  her tits.   This increased
her excitement.
	"Yes,  Pinch my tits!"  she exclaimed.
	Halu was lost in the growing pleasure flowing from
between her legs.   She met every thrust with one of
her own.   They were both grunting with the effort and
excitement.  
	"I can't last much longer,"  Pin said between grunts.
	"Then don't.  Just push me hard."
	Their grunts were joined by the sound of his pelvis
slapping against her ass.  An orgasmic tsunami
engulfed her body.  She let it pour over her, ignoring
everything else.   Pin also let the sparks pop out of
his prick,  sending small explosions into both of
them.   
	When she relaxed, she fell to her hands and knees.  
Pin followed her down,  half erect, still inside.  She
tried to catch her breath.  She then pulled away from
him.   She turned and gave his still hard penis a
gentle pat.
	She said, "That was perfect.  Everything I wanted. 
Some day we must do it together again.  But now, I
have to honor Mother Earth with some one else, and so
do you."
	They exchanged shells.   That night Halu copulated
with three other boys before returning to girl's
house.  On the way she saw a couple in the final
throws of orgasmic fulfillment.  She recognized the
man as Rak, whom earlier she  had  dismissed as fat
and lazy.   From the reaction of the girl,  he
certainly was not lazy.   And a view of his naked body
revealed that his abdomen was not the only thing that
was fat.   In fact, he had the thickest, longest tool
of any boy in the village.  
	Halu was tired from the day's adventures.   But she
leaned down and said softly in his ear, "Meet me by
the beach, when the sun goes down."	
	Rak nodded.  
	The next evening,  Halu met Rak as planned.   He
motioned for her to lie on the grass.  He did not
talk, but lay next to her.  She knew that he usually
did not say much.  She was fascinated by the size of
his penis.   She leaned over to study it.  Every time
she touched it or kissed it, it grew some more.   She
realized that she had tremendous power over him,  just
by playing with his prick.   He lay back, and just
absorbed the pleasure.
	However, just being pleasured did not honor the gods.
  He moved on top of her to play with her boobs.   He
then tried to kiss her between the legs.  Halu let him
pleasure her, until she was moaning softly.    Rak
tried to climb on top of her to have intercourse.
	She yelled, "Stop.  You're too big to get on top of
me.  You'll crush me."
	Rak then picked her up and carried her to a smooth
rock.   She sat on the rock,  with her legs open.  
She leaned back, and he entered her easily.
	She said, "That is much better.  Take your time.  Do
it slow." 
	She placed her legs on Rak's hips, and supported
herself on her elbows.   He pushed into her.  He 
rubbed against her clitoris,  making her squeal.   
	"A bit faster, now,"   she said, sighing.
	He picked up the pace.  She loved how her pussy felt,
filled to overflowing by his huge cock.  
	"You're so  big, you're coming out my throat,"  she
sighed.
	He jammed his slab of meat even faster.  He rubbed
her tits, as he banged into her.  
	"Yes, keep going," she grunted.   She was letting him
do all the work,  but neither minded. 
	He continued to  pound her, moving his pelvis like a
pendulum, but varying the pace.  
	"I'm almost there,"  she hissed.
	"Me too."
	"Then, let it go as hard as you can."
	He moved so rapidly, he as almost vibrating.  His
prick grew as large and hard as possible.  Just as he
was sure it could not get any more,  the spurts of
pleasure popped out.  He grunted with each thrust,
extracting more pleasure from his diminishing tool. 
His semen flowed into her eager pussy.   Halu was also
groaning as her pelvis convulsed with powerful
contractions of pleasure.   She closed her eyes to
wallow in the wonderful feelings covering her body.
	Rak stood there, not moving and saying nothing.  Halu
scooted up the rock until she was sitting next to him.
  She then climbed down and lay on the grass, as she
had before.
	"Lie next to me, Rak,"  she said.
	He did so.  
	"That was terrific, Rak."
	"I am glad.   I thought you did not like me."
	"I didn't.  But now I do."
	They exchanged shells and then lay as darkness crept
over the beach.

	Halu was talking with some other girls at the beach. 
The festival was going to end that evening.    She had
collected a lot of shells, as had most of the others. 
 Tonight, they would surrender the shells to Mother
Earth and Father Sky.  They would be declared to be
women and able to marry.  The girl who had the most
shells would be Mother Earth next year.  Halu wanted
to win, but she was not sure she had.
	While she was talking, Mot approached them.  The
other girls looked at him, smiling. 
	"I enjoyed sharing the shells with you,"  he said.
	"You don't have my shell," Halu said. 
	"You don't have mine, either,"  Mot said to Halu.
	Halu and Mot had not sought each other out, but they
did not avoid each other either.  Rather, there was an
informal effort to try to save the best for last.   He
wondered if Halu might be his wife.  
	"Let's go somewhere to remedy that situation,"  Mot
added.
	He lead her to secluded glen at the edge of his
field.  He carried a mat for them to use.
When they arrived,  they embraced hard, rubbing their
pelvises together.
	"I always considered you the prettiest girl in the
village,"  Mot said.
	"Thank you.   I like you too."  she replied.
	He knelt down and kissed her breasts.  She pressed
his head to them, making them tingle.
He licked her slowly, until the tingle expanded into a
glow.   She opened her legs to let him fondle her
there.   He kissed her pussy.    He then lay down on
the mat, pulling her down with him.
	As they lay on the mat, they took turns fondling each
other.   First Mot would kiss Halu on the chest and
down her stomach, then Halu would kiss Mot on the
stomach, too.  He then kissed her between her legs,
making her feel wonderful.    He then lay back,
letting her kiss his prick, letting him excited.  
	"I love how you make me feel,"  he said.
	"I'll make you feel even better, soon,"  she replied.
	"I want to have sex with you now," he asked.
	"Yes, do me."
	She lay back on the mat, her legs open wide.  He
easily slipped into her moist pussy.
	"Let's take our time and enjoy it." she said with a
contented sigh.	
	He moved within her.  His penis was not as big as
Rak, but he was more concerned with her pleasure.   He
moved to enhance what she wanted.  
	"You feel so good,"  she said, with a soft moan.
	She put her legs on his back so she could push
against him.  She moved to enhance the contact between
them.   She quietly moaned with pleasure.  Her moans
get louder and sharper the more he moved with in her. 
 He slowed down.  He wanted to prolong the experience.
	"No.  Don't slow down.  Do it harder,"  she urged.
	He increased his rhythm.  
	"Yes!  Yes!  Do it! Do it!"  she yelled.
	Her yells degenerated into incoherent gibberish as a
powerful orgasm exploded throughout her body.  As Mot
moved faster, he felt an irrepressible force surge
through his body and exit his prick in a fountain of
cum.   He continued to pound into her with numerous
sparks, even when he thought he was complete.
	"Don't leave me yet, Mot,"  she whispered.
	They lay together, with his semi turgid prick deep
inside.   Every few minutes, he moved his pelvis,
rubbing his prick inside.  She cooed quietly.  Mot was
surprised and pleased that he could continue to give
her pleasure after he had finished.   He was even more
surprised and pleased that he could give himself
pleasure.   He did not expect his body to respond so
rapidly.
Soon,   his rod resumed its full size.  
	"Oh, Mot.   We're doing again."  she sighed.
	He leaned up to feel her tits, reigniting the fire in
her chest.  She grabbed his back and pulled him tight.
 
	"Oh Mother Earth,  you are going to make me cum
again."  she cried.
	As his rammed into her, another orgasm, more powerful
than the last erupted over her.  She almost lost
consciousness and fainted from the convulsions.    He
did not let up.   Instead, he pounded her harder than
before.   He wanted release from the tremendous
pressure inside his penis.    Suddenly, he got it. 
His orgasm was not as powerful as the first, but just
as pleasurable. Her body responded automatically with
another surge of pleasure, before he let her relax.
	He pulled out and lay beside her.
	"Of all the girls I copulated with these last few
days, that was the best, " he said quietly.
	"You're the best, too."
	They exchanged shells just in time for the festival.

	Tip and Rona emerged with the most shells.  Mot and
Halu each had a lot, but not enough.  Halu was
disappointed, but happy she was with Mot.   
	In the eyes of Mother Earth and Father Sky, the girls
and boys were declared women and men.  They were no
longer permited to walk throught the village naked. 
The men had to wear skirts or loin clothes while the
women had to wear dresses.  A few months later, Halu
and Mot were married.   By the time of the festival
next year,  Halu was pregnant with his child.
	
	



	
	


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