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Standart Erotıc fantasy ısland - chapter 9

EROTIC FANTASY ISLAND - CHAPTER 9CHAPTER 9The next day we travelled two more villages in along the string of villages. This village was in a valley with large open fields, the jungle closing in around that. I wasn?t sure what the cause or source of a field in the jungle, but it existed, and it was here that the people had the most horses, being of primary use for the work with larger herds of cattle and other grazing a****ls. It would be here that I would receive the training I desired to allow me to mate with horses.Several men were accompanying us on the travel to that village. It would take us half the day to walk the jungle trail to attain that destination. A donkey was brought and Sylvia?s roller case was strapped to it. I noticed that mine was not being taken. In fact, I had lost track of where my roller case had ended up. At the end of this I would need some articles from the case to go back to the island. I was assured that it would be waiting for me. By this time, however, I felt completely comfortable around these people while just as naked as they were. While some of them wore a cloth around their waist and hips, many normally didn?t and the further along the string of villages I went, the more that didn?t.As we were leaving the village, I saw Thor and Wolf come to my sides, as had quickly become normal for us. I started instructing them to stay, only to be countered by one of the women. These dogs were now mine to keep. I smiled at the dogs for two reasons: I was happy that they would remain with me and I couldn?t wait to introduce the team to them; but also, I smiled because these people just assumed that I would want the dogs. There was no asking if I wanted them ? they just knew that I did.The travel was slow for the initial part of the journey as it allowed a huge procession that also included many of the villagers that had come with me after my activities with the llama. Once past that village, the group was smaller and the pace easier to manage without stragglers of young and old.Approaching this new village was like Deja-vu. The village people were gathered at the edge of the village, obviously alerted to our coming. The scene of this naked, white woman who had attained the markings originating back to Celina was as curious for me as I was sure it was for them.This village was no different than the other ones, except that it was bigger. Each village had its specialty and significance due to the materials, resources, or food that it could supply. This system was a true commune system of sharing effort and reward, not just within the individual villages, but up and down the string of villages, as well. This one was a main distribution center for the villages in addition to being the major location for grazing a****ls as a food supply. As a result, it was the main location for horses and the people of this village were experts in horseback riding and horses.This would be the location for my training to finally mate safely with a horse. Many years, decades, generations ago, these people had devised a training method to allow their women to mate with horses. I was to learn that this location was also the source for the practice of belly-riding horses.It was made clear to Sylvia and me that we would receive all the a****ls we wished for the island. Every a****l we needed would already have been mated by a human female, even if that was just me, as I was sure would be the case of the llama. As it turned out, Thor and Wolf were only two of the a****ls already identified for us to take back. The goat and llama I mated with were also identified, if we wanted them. While I was in training, Sylvia would be taken to identify the a****ls to return with us. But, Thor and Wolf would remain with me. Sylvia would then return at the end of my training in time to witness the end before we began our journey back.Having played with horses at the ranch and experienced their size and cum, I was uncertain how they trained. It seemed to me that my pussy needed to be stretched to be able to take the circumference of the horse cock. The depth would need to be controlled and the method I had used with the pony seemed a reasonable approach. After arriving in the village, I was shown that there was much more involved in their method.I asked how many of the women have mated with horses. It turned out that a number of them had in various forms and significance. In most cases, it was explained, the women were fucked by the horse but the depth of penetration was very shallow by necessity to avoid damage and injury to the woman. These women essentially used the same technique I had used with the pony at the ranch. They lay on bales of hay with their feet on the hunches of the horse to control the depth of penetration. It is still crude and the horse cock can still bottom out inside the woman, but she can have a measure of control.I was also told that belly-riding required much more preparation for the woman. Once on the horse cock and strapped underneath it, there was much less control and the woman is at the mercy of the horse. Once that is mastered, there are techniques that can be used on the horse to make the experience last much longer, basically to delay the horse from cumming too soon or to delay the horse?s cumming. All of which I would be introduced to in the coming days in the hopes of my being able to work with a horse to achieve my goal of a proper mating with it. I was warned that my coming days would be ? interesting.* * * *That day and night were quiet, filled with resting, eating, and interacting generally with the villagers through the translations of Sylvia. The next day would begin the effort towards achieving my goal and I was assured it would be in earnest.The next morning, Sylvia accompanied me to assist with the explanations and expectations. The first day would provide me with the explanations of their training methods and what I could expect in the days to come to prepare me and my body for fully mating with a horse. Sylvia would then leave for several days while I was consumed with the training and it would be during this time that she would select the a****ls from the various villages to return with us to the island. Thor and Wolf would be my companions, but the goat and llama would be separated, awaiting the other a****l selections to be moved as a group back to the location where all the a****ls would be transported.The training area was isolated in a barn type structure but was much smaller than a barn we might envision in the USA or a larger ranch anywhere. This building sarıyer escort could house the area they used for the woman and a single horse, purposefully contained to constrict the movements of the horse until such time that it was deemed appropriate for more. That was a function of both the woman?s progress and the horse. I was getting the feeling that in their approach to belly-riding, it was as much coordination of horse and woman as much as a skill only developed by the woman.The initial efforts would focus on preparing my body, my pussy, to take the circumference of the horse cock. It was explained to me that several processes and methods would be used. This explanation was provided as we stood in front of a portion of the building with a raised platform. I would be on the platform, which had supports for my back and legs. It was basically a crude, wooden form of gynecological examination table. There were no straps; it was entirely voluntary and controlled. Along the nearest wall were cabinets. Inside were various shaped objects, bowls, containers, and mixing utensils. The objects were various sized tubes, some tapered, others simply different diameters, but all were wooden, but very smooth. I was encouraged to move around the area, examine everything that I wanted to and to understand that all of it would be used to prepare me as it might be needed. Many times, the answer to a question was too difficult in the exchange of the languages and I would understand when it was used. It wasn?t always reassuring, but my experience and sharing with these people had prepared me to trust in them completely. They had accepted me as one of the them through the markings on my breast, an honor of approval that was to be treasured.I saw that the table could be removed and that against the far side was another apparatus consisting of two vertical supports taller than me and notches in the side of the supports that faced each other. The notches were for the insertion of a cross bar, much like a pull-up bar in a gym. The floor had a single tube sticking up several feet in the middle of the two vertical supports. I asked about that and was simply told to be patient. That was only necessary if I was able to progress far enough in the training. There were two phases in the preparation: preparing my pussy for the circumference; and, preparing the uterus for the depth. Women have babies and the heads are larger than the circumference of a horse cock, but the pain is also significant. The intention is not to make the pussy opening loose and lose pliability for enjoyment of other cocks, but to allow the muscles to open and close, as needed. That sounded interesting and puzzling at the same time. They neither offered nor had any medical explanation, just the assurances of generational experience. The uterus was described as a balloon that isn?t inflated. It was a struggle to get past the translations, but patience and persistence got us through it. Unlike a balloon of our experience in the open air, the uterus can expand and contract due to the natural and ever present lubrication inside the body. They explained that the natural depth of a vagina might be anywhere from three to seven inches for an unaroused woman. Aroused, however, blood flows in the vagina and it can elongate to accept penetration of various sizes. The cervix and neck of the uterus will lift up and move out of the way. That is the second part of the preparation: training the body to accept deeper and deeper penetration. Some women can and others cannot. It isn?t a function of the size of the woman, only the physiology of the woman?s internal structure.For them to begin, they wanted me to be aroused and opened as much as possible naturally. I smiled. I called Thor and Wolf to me and the women saw instantly what I had in mind and they approved. I chose Wolf first, of course. Wolf?s was a good sized cock and knot, which always prepared me nicely for taking Thor?s knot. Once the women saw Thor?s cock and knot, the looks in their eyes and faces showed their interest and intention. I chuckled and they must have then realized their faces had given their interest away. I just laughed and asked that they didn?t completely wear the two dogs out so I couldn?t enjoy them myself later. They laughed outright and commented that having my pussy filled and having orgasms was not going to be an issue for me over the next days.It was a remarkable exchange through translation. Sylvia?s arousal as the intermediary in the exchange was obvious, not only to me but to the women as well. I knew at that moment that Sylvia would not be forgotten.The dogs got me more than aroused, opened, and loosened. I was curious what was next, but I needn?t have worried. Before I could properly come down from my orgasmic high, I was moved to the table and my legs placed in the supports that opened my legs wide and raised them. I was completely exposed to these women as they conversed freely among themselves, knowing I could not understand anything they might said. They held up various of the wooden objects on the shelves and compared them to me. Finally, the made the selection and brought it to my widely splayed legs. It was a phallic shape that was about three inches wide. In my current state, I didn?t believe that to be a problem for me, but it would be large. It wasn?t just a knot to force in and then have more room for, this would have my opening extended for the duration.They literally fucked me with it. My own fluids and the semen of the dogs providing ample lubrication. Interestingly, the wooden phallic was extremely smooth and I wondered how many other women over how many generations had been in the same position as I was and had gone through this same procedure.Despite the fucking I was getting with this object, they didn?t allow me to orgasm. They seemed to be masters at getting me to just short of the orgasmic point and then backing off slightly and holding me there. They continued to increase the diameter of the objects, fucking me and holding me just short of release. I was sure this was all purposeful to use my body?s arousal for their benefit of training my body to accept these sizes. My head was back and it had been for some time. I no longer had any interest in seeing what they were doing to me. All that mattered was the feeling, the experience, as increasing sizes were switched out and inserted into my pussy for another segment of relentless fucking into my body.Then, I esenyurt escort felt something different as the large object sliding in and out of me was pulled out creating an unexpected and bewildering loss of being filled. The loss was short-lived, though, as I felt a mouth, a human mouth, clamp onto my gaping pussy and engorged clitoris. The tongue shot into my hole and teeth grazed across my clit. I exploded. I think I might actually have seen stars. At least I saw flashes behind my eyes. Capillaries bursting, or whatever, it was supremely amazing. A moment after I recognized the scream I was hearing as coming from me, the flashes ceased and my eyes went dark.It went on like that over and over. The woman wasn?t far from the truth when she said I would have no shortage of filled pussy and orgasms. Each session was separated by recovery time that included eating, resting, and some form of exercise, even if only a walk around the village. On the walks I would encounter people who were very friendly and supportive, wanting to share with me. There was no way for us to really communicate once Sylvia left, but I was amazed by the connections that seemed to be made none the less.Each session also increased the size of the wooden dildo being used on me ? in me. I had the distinct impression in my mind that my pussy would be permanently gaping, my lips hanging between my legs like tired, old skin that had lost all elasticity. But it wasn?t. The women proved it by selecting a couple for me to spend the night with. They were just one of a long line of couples who had come to offer their hut and themselves for the night. I surprised myself that I had more in me to experience, but I did. And not only to give, but to experience. Being fucked by the man was a wondrous thing for me, as I found that despite the stretching and filling me with increasing sizes, my pussy was very elastic, indeed. I was able to feel and enjoy the wonderful feeling from the man. Not to mention the woman, but that was different.It took several days for them to be satisfied with my progress in taking larger and larger objects up my pussy, but when they were done, I was amazed that I had progressed to the size of a horse cock. Not the length, though, that was still to come.Next, I found out what the pull-up bar apparatus was for. And, I was intimidated. It wasn?t for doing pull-ups at all, of course. Strong lats would certainly come into play, however.I was led the apparatus after the torture table, as I had begun thinking of it, was removed. I was shown to place my feet on either side of the tube protruding from the middle of the apparatus, the two uprights on either side. I was standing on blocks of wood over the tube. The blocks were about 12 inches high. I noticed that there were numerous other blocks along the side of the platform in pairs, each about three inches shorter that the other in decreasing heights. I was instructed to raise my hands high above my head. It was measured and the crossbar installed in the slots. They measured the distance from the top of the tube to my pussy, then had me step back. One woman went to the wall and selected a particular blunt ended spear. At least, that was first reaction. It was stubby, not anything like what a real spear might be like and it was blunted on one end with a longish rounded shape. It was put into the tube on the platform and it suddenly became clear to me what this process was. I was moved back to the blocks on either side of the tube. They indicated for me to reach for the bar and pull myself up. Hands moved my suspended body over the obscene spear sticking out of the tube. I then slowly lowered myself down, the blunt end of the tube penetrating me. I didn?t know how far into me it was going to go, but I had a feeling it was intended to go deep. I now understood. I maintained tension in my arms and back muscles, my feet on tip-toes. With my body weight mostly supported on my tip-toes; I felt the object inside me bottom out against my womb and cervix. This was to produce constant pressure inside me, to force my body to adjust, to move organs and stretch my uterus to accommodate this intrusion. Then, as I felt the first pangs of burn in my calves from being on my toes for an extended time, my eyes flitted to the wall from which this spear or pole object was selected. Not only were there smaller blocks of wood to stand on, there were every increasing, slightly long pole objects. Undoubtedly, to provide a greater selection of sizes. If some of the women in this village have learned to take a long horse cock without serious damage, even while belly-riding, now I understood what they went through to attain that ability. Two questions came to my mind: how many women started and failed? And, would I be one of them ? or not?The sessions were similar to those of the large diameters. They were mixed with times of recovery and exercise. I was often brought to orgasm orally by one of the women. I was sore inside, but my muscles internally and externally around that area responded well. I noticed that a mixture was spread over the blunt end before it was inserted into me. It was more than lubrication. It did something to relax my muscles. It did nothing to deaden the feeling, but it seemed to allow my body to be relaxed and move without tension and cramping. It was an interesting process. Crude, but interesting. I could hold out in one position for only so long. My calves would start to burn from the effort of supporting me; my lats and arms would then start to tire when they took over to support me at the top of the pole. Eventually, occurring every time, I moved my uterus around the blunt end, slowly easing my body down over it out of necessity. Slowly, each time, my body found a way to ease more of the pole into me until I was comfortably standing, flat-footed, on the wooden blocks. The sequence would be repeated, over and over, using different combinations of pole length and block height.Despite the soreness, the process was not without its rewards. I found myself looking forward to each session once I was into it. I knew my body anticipated the touches and sensations that would come. The women stroked my body as I stood over the pole, fondling my breasts and nipples, stroking my abdomen and thighs. Then, afterward, in-between each session, the orgasms from their mouths and hands as the women attended to my body. One woman between my legs, another at my breasts and nipples, another at my mouth.After a day and half, when they avrupa yakası escort assisted me off the latest pole, I was put onto the platform. Two women held a leg each and opened me up for a third woman. She wasn?t a small woman. A fourth woman was behind me and provided support for my back so I could watch what was going to happen. This was apparently for my benefit. This was to show what I had accomplished.I leaned into the front of the woman behind me. The feel of her naked breasts and body against my back was reassuring. We were all naked and had been for the days of this training. I, of course, have been naked since getting into the back of that truck. The woman behind me slipped her hands to my front and fondled my breasts. She wasn?t holding me tightly, simply helping me be comfortable. I turned my head and offered her my lips and she quickly brought hers to mind. Then, I turned my attention to the woman in front of me, between my widely spread legs.She looked up at me and smiled. I noticed she spread something over her right hand and forearm, but it wasn?t the same mixture that they had used before. This was just a lubricant. It wasn?t the relaxant. She formed her right hand into a cone with all the fingers and thumb brought together. She smiled, again, at me. Then, her hand moved to my open pussy. I saw what she was about to do. I had never been fisted before. I was going to be now, though. But, it no longer intimidated me. I had taken over the recent days both wide and long objects. I also understood how pliable and flexible my body was, how easily it returned to size and closed up, my pussy able to take large and normal sized objects and cocks, finding pleasure and stimulation from both. I found I was curious and excited to see what she would do. I remembered that she had spread the lubricant to her elbow. Was she really intending to put that much of her arm inside me? As I said, she was not a small woman. Her hand and forearm was probably 17 to 18 inches!With her pointed fingers at my pussy entrance, she moved them up and down, caressing my pussy, stimulating it, grazing my clit. She worked over my pussy as if she were getting ready to insert a penis by a loving man. As the fingers found my hole, as they spread my outer and inner lips to my pussy, as they began entering me, I put my head back against the woman behind me. She responded with kisses to my neck, moving one hand from a breast and caressing my cheek. I gasped as I felt her fingers, then her hand, enter me. I looked down, my mouth opened in the anticipation, the disbelief, of what I would find. The woman?s hand was missing, no longer in view. What I could see was her wrist and her arm, but her hand was not in view. It was inside me. She looked up at me, a mischievous smile on her face, and I gasped, again. As our eyes connected, I felt her finger open and close inside me, touching the walls of my pussy as if to tickle me from the inside.I felt her fingers close, curl, not fully into a tight fist, but not pointed in a cone shape, either. The woman?s attention went to my pussy and her arm, the location where her arm disappeared into my pussy. And she pressed in. Her concentration now was her arm going into me. She pulled out slightly, then pressed forward. Over and over. Each time she pressed in, it seemed more of her forearm disappeared. The feeling was amazing. Because of being fucked long and deep? Or, simply because I was being fucked by the arm of a woman who had already assisted me into such element of sexual exploration that might otherwise seem depraved? Touched and fondled by three other naked women, all intent on what was happening to my pussy and inside me. All of what they had led me through in preparation leading to this point, this experience, this test of how my body had reacted and adjusted. I was already to orgasm and I saw that only half of her forearm was inside me. It was the experience as much as the stimulation. I was sure of that. But, it didn?t matter, not really ? I came. No, I exploded. My pussy muscles contracted around the woman?s hand and arm. She stopped, wiggling her fingers, flexing her wrist, but not pushing or pulling. She waited as I came, as I gasped and moaned and groaned. She waited as my body quaked and shivered. All the while the women around me stroked my thighs, stomach, and breasts.When my body quieted, they were all smiling at me. I had the impression they appreciated a responsive body, a body that responded to stimuli and still wanted more. That was me. I wanted more.Her arm, and the hand attached to it deep inside me, began moving. In and out. The wrist never came into view, again. But, in and out. I gasped, not so much by the stimulation this time, but the sight of how much of her arm was inside me. I felt her fingers bumping into me deep inside, but my body accept more. And more. There was only inches of her forearm remaining outside me. Her elbow nearly at the opening to my pussy.I saw the woman look at the other women, raising her eyebrows as if in a question. I looked quickly to the woman to my right and found her nodding. The woman between my legs pressed, again. In and out. In and out. Her elbow was disappearing. Was it the angle that I didn?t see it? Or ?She pulled back a good six inches and I saw her elbow was indeed wet, wet with my juices. She had her arm past her elbow up inside me. The women were talking, discussing something. They looked at me as they talked, but it meant nothing to me. I only knew that they were debating if they should do more. I had the sense that some wanted to, others did not. The woman between my legs shook her head and I knew she was making the decision. She had gone far enough for her satisfaction.They may have agreed that they had gone as deep inside me as they wanted to go, but they weren?t done with me, yet. The two women on either side of me pulled my knees up and out, further exposing and opening my pussy. It was so completely obscene to see an entire forearm lost inside me. The woman behind me began fondling my breasts with new intension, twisting and pinching my nipples. One of the other women put two fingers on my clit and began strumming it. The woman with her right arm inside me used her left hand as bracing on my left thigh, pulled her right arm out to the wrist and jammed it back deep inside me until her hand bottomed out with her elbow just inside me. Over and over. All the time my clit was being worked and my breasts and nipples fondled. To suggest that I climaxed would be an understatement. I screamed and shouted, I gasped and held my breath, I moaned and groaned, and then I screamed some more.I woke once. I was on a cot somewhere. It was dark outside and quiet. There was a jug of water next to me and I drank from it like someone who had wandered the desert. Then, I curled up and fell instantly back to sleep.* * * CHAPTER 10 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
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