Roused awake, Beth struggled to her feet with help from Andrea and two special volunteers who had also napped for an hour, but comfortably in hammocks slung between trees. They gathered around Beth, and Brian motioned for them to follow him. The women slung a warm cloak over Beth’s shoulders and spoke to her quietly as they walked.
The path from the rose garden continued on the other side of the clearing, its entrance between two enormous mahogany trees. They followed it through the night forest, a restless living thing in the dark. The sound of the forest stream grew louder, until they emerged onto its banks, its fresh waters running restlessly across rocky shoals, splashing and refreshing the night air. A warm breeze swayed fronds of tropical plants hanging over the brook.
Walking with Andrea and her companions, combined with the fresh scent of the forest stream, restored Beth’s spirits after the punishment she had endured. She turned over in her mind the pain and pleasure she felt as Riff whipped her. She knew that the orgasms it produced were the strongest and most pleasurable she had ever experienced. And she realized with shock that she wanted more.
The path wound a short way to the left along the brook and ended in another forest clearing, a modest one about the size of a large room. Tree limbs there had been cleverly trained to form a wall that faced the brook, curving toward the water like the hands of a priest reaching out to the gods in supplication. The limbs and leaves of the espalier wall surrounded a space of bare brown soils on three sides and supported a wild array of tropical vines and flowers. Spaced around the espalier living wall sat garden statuary of fauns and deer and naked humans in various poses that delighted Beth, each set apart in their own little displays of brilliant flowers and lush shrubs.
The night sky was beginning to lighten noticeably as dawn approached, but the little clearing was still in shadows. The statues along the living wall seemed to move and dance as the flames from the volunteers’ torches played on them, but it was the figure emerging from the night’s shadows in the middle of the clearing that made Beth catch her breath.
On a stone plinth, a large statue carved of red-brown mahogany wood loomed up, its human form that of a naked warrior with a tight torso and square jaw. Its large face gazing fiercely at her from under thick eyebrows turned Beth’s knees to water. As the group approached more closely, the sun popped up above the horizon and flooded the statue’s oiled mahogany surfaces with golden light. The intricately carved features of the statue’s face seemed to come alive and beckon Beth forward.
She stepped closer in the silent dawn, drawn to the fierce face but fearful of it. Andrea by her side whispered, “This is our Noomari spirit. He is an old god of the woods who brings the sexual energy of the forest. We come here each week to celebrate him and renew our primal desires as men and women. At each celebration, the Noomari requires a brave woman to please him and make the sacrifice.” The other women nodded solemnly and looked nervously at Beth. Clearly the ladies expected her to volunteer, perhaps because they had all made the sacrifice and did not wish to do so again, and they wondered openly whether she would have the courage. Beth was certain she had courage, but what was the sacrifice? Beth looked again up at the statue facing the morning sun.
The stern face of the Noomari seemed to be looking right at her with a mixture of welcome and lust, its full lips sensuous and cruel. The warm brown contours of the wood gave the lifelike giant statue an ancient, earthy feel, as if it had grown organically in that place. Beth could feel its elemental lust and male desire for her. Despite the presence of her companions, she felt its lust personally, as if the spirit had spoken to her alone.
With a shiver, she saw that In his left hand, he held a diamond-shaped shield with lightning bolt markings on it, like the ones on the cloak that she wore. In his right hand, he held a whip. He was seated on a wooden throne, and his thick wooden thighs were spread slightly apart and flattened into a sort of second seat. Between his thighs sat a monstrous, fully erect penis, a stunningly detailed male organ that rose in a proud assertive curve. This Noomari, she realized, was asking her to surround his mahogany prick with the intimate warmth of her cunt.
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Little girls often giggle on first seeing a naked boy. His little wiggling penis hanging down from his crotch seems strange to little girls, the same feeling a biologist gets when finding a new species of snake wiggling in the grass, a mixture of shocked hilarity that such a ridiculous thing could exist, mixed with a bolt of excitement at something potentially dangerous. The shape of the boy’s prick tells the little girl that if made rigid, his dangler would fit inside her. Every little girl knows where his penis is meant to go, even before she knows what happens when it gets there.
Beth had seen lots of little boys’ penises, and lots of mens’ too, and she had sucked some large ones. But in this magical morning light, the statue’s erect penis seemed huge, longer and thicker and more solid than any man’s, and it took on an ethereal quality in the first light of day, something that had been sent to her from another world to excite and satisfy her, that all would be well and wonderful if she surrendered to its incredible size. She sensed that once she submitted her pussy to the god’s cock, many human cocks would follow.
With a shy nod of her head to her companions, Beth mounted the plinth alone and took the carved wooden penis into her hand, stroking it and marvelling at the warm feel of its polished mahogany contours and its intricate details. Its shaft showed veins and corded muscle, and its cock head was broad at the base and pointed bluntly at the tip where she could see and feel its piss opening. Indeed, she thought, the artisan was so good that the penis might even have a functional urethra. The hole in the end of the mahogany penis looked as though it could go all the way down the shaft.
As it happens, it did go all the way. But first ….
Beth looked at her audience. The special volunteers, especially the women, all stared at her and shouted encouragement. They wanted to see her submit to the divine spirit who had brought them such sexual joy and fulfilment. They wanted to see the great cock splitting open Beth’s blond pussy lips and driving inside. Beth hesitated as she stood beside the statue. The cock was so big. All eyes turned toward her pretty face and voluptuous naked figure as she cast aside her cloak. She had endured so much already, been so aroused and orgasmic all night. How could she miss this opportunity with one of the lords of life? Yet she stood immobile, frozen with fear at the size of its prick.
Andrea and Jill, a robust woman of broad hips and small tits, came to her rescue. Each took an arm, lifted her up, and placed Beth straddling his broad thighs, facing her audience and the unquiet stream beyond. Andrea reached between her wide spread legs and fingered open Beth’s cunt lips while they gently lowered her onto the wooden cock.
The stiff, oiled cock head forced her cunt lips to spread wider than ever before, even the big black football player she dated in school. As the flaring head of the great penis passed into her vagina, the pain in her pussy caused her to rise up but ….
Chanting, the others forced her down again. The broad head and curving shaft of the wooden penis drove up into Beth’s cunt. The sharp pain from the sudden distention of her pussy eased slightly as the wooden cock shaft reached the deepest part of her cunt and stopped.
Again she began to rise up, easing the painful intruder in her most intimate place. Dribbles of white foam began to appear on the giant wooden cock and on her vulva as her cunt began to lubricate the monster organ it held. The two women whose arms were slung over her shoulders prevented her from disgorging the cock entirely and forced her back down on the cock until her naked buttocks sat on the statue’s wooden thighs and the cock banged painfully against her cervix.
After this second severe bolt of pain in her cunt, Beth’s whole body began to vibrate with her arousal, and she had her first orgasm. The audience applauded and watched in horrified fascination as Andrea and Jill lifted and dropped her repeatedly onto the statue’s cock.
Men came forward, their cocks erect, staring lewdly at Beth’s cunt impaled by the giant mahogany cock. They surrounded her bouncing body and laid exploring hands on her naked breasts. Then the first cock found its way into her mouth, and a line formed of cocks waiting their turn. Dribbles of white foam appeared on her lips and down her chin as she swallowed some of the first load of cum. Others followed.
For centuries, water from the stream had rushed below the statue through an opening worn in the limestone bedrock. The opening had partially filled with plants and insects that exuded exotic juices, magic forest elixirs that combined to form a strong potion. Mixed with water from the stream, it accumulated in a hollow bladder below the statue’s penis.
As Beth began to bounce up and down on the wooden cock, the pressure of her weight on the statue’s thighs compressed the bladder and forced the elixir up through the wooden cock into Beth’s cunt. The shock of cold water in her stretched cunt was suddenly replaced by a magical warmth that flooded her lower body. Her loins tingled and vibrated, and a massive orgasm rumbled from the depths of her cunt and shook her whole body. The humid magic of the forest potion had converted all pain to exquisite pleasure, and Beth cried and screamed many orgasms before Andrea and Jill finally lifted her exhausted body from the statue’s cock, her belly, tits, and pussy lips still vibrating with a succession of smaller and smaller orgasms.
Once again, Andrea wrapped Beth’s weeping, shaking form in a warm cloak and helped her off the plinth. The special volunteers surrounded her with applause and praise for her courage. They expressed their gratitude for performing the sacrifice that celebrated the sexual spirit of the forest and released its power for its human followers.
With Brian in the lead, the special volunteers of the botanical gardens then returned along the forest path to the large clearing where new trials awaited the beautiful Beth.