Message-ID: <46479asstr$1075803004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20040203035656.38697.qmail@web21004.mail.yahoo.com> From: Don MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2004 19:56:56 -0800 (PST) Subject: {ASSM} Earth and Sky M+/F+ con first Lines: 441 Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2004 05:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw 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. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free web site building tool. 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