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CHAPTER 11A
When I awoke the day after my first experience of belly-riding, I was in a hut. I felt disoriented. All the windows and doors were covered with cloth and reeds to provide as much darkness as possible. My mind was now accustomed to first seeing bamboo and reed wall and roof construction when my eyes first open in the morning or night. I am also fully accustomed to the feeling of yearning from my body after times of experiencing a****ls and the preparation for the horses. My body now seemed consumed by a yearning for a****l and human male cock. And … I smiled at the consideration … it was not a feeling and yearning that I was about to regret or reject.
My hands went between my legs and my mind was flooded with the memory of belly-riding the horse. Was that still today or was that yesterday? How long had I been out? The experience turned out to be beyond what I could have anticipated or believed possible. But, it was real … every second of it. It was all coursing back through my mind and body as I lay there, the tingling, the surging of sensations, the jolts of a too long cock inside me. Even after all the training and preparation, the cock was too long. Too long, but deliciously and exquisitely so long, so filling, so amazing.
I heard a sound, a soft scr****g on the wood plank floor. It was soft like a foot or the soul of a leather sandal shifting. I turned to the side, peering into the shadows of the darkened hut even as my hands continued gently probing my pussy as the sensory memory slowly faded with the interruption of reality. It was Sylvia. Maybe not that long ago, I might have been self-conscious of being caught with my hands between my legs but these past days or weeks have made me used to an even greater openness of sexuality and my body. If Jake and Bobbi could hear that, they might not believe it could be possible. It’s all relative, I guess.
Seeing me awake, she rose and came to me, sitting on the edge of the cot as I wiggled toward the wall to give her room. My hand goes to her arm as she sits down, her hip pressing into my side. I welcome, in fact need, the contact. Her face is warm and loving as she searches my face and strokes my shoulder and arm with caring, even loving, tenderness. Despite my nudity, her touch has none of the sensual contact that might have been evident before from me or her. Nudity, even with my preference for it in the past, had always contained a large element of the sensual, the exhibitionistic, the teasing and openly yearning for sexuality. The people have changed that here. In a way, I might now be more open to sexuality than ever before, but it is now a natural way, a normal experience that is, among them, devoid of teasing and exhibitionism. Nudity, in various forms and conditions, is a way of life, natural and normal, for man, woman, and c***d. Nudity in itself is not sexual, the body’s exposure is not a tease or an invitation; the body, exposed and naked, is merely the body. I find myself now checking women’s tattoos without the following focus on nipples and breasts. On the other hand, nudity becomes an indicator and gauge that clarifies intent and desire. Here, among these people and their openness of life in all its forms, desire to share and experience becomes evident on their bodies and is not hidden or disguised. Nipples and penises hardening, the blush in the skin, the swell in the chest from quickening breathing, are open signs of intention and willingness. I wondered if the entire resort employees could experience this if it would make the resort experience better or not. The resort, I decided quickly, is not about a natural life in sexuality, it is instead about the exhibitionism, the tease, and the provocative. The things that this life are not.
Seeing that I was awake and still sexually aroused, Sylvia went to the doorway, pulled back the curtain, and showed me two suitors patiently waiting for me … Wolf and Thor. I laughed as they charged into the hut upon seeing me sit up and pat my knees in encouragement to them. In a flash, I was awash in tongue kisses and I suddenly felt guilty that my concentration of the past days had diverted me from these two. It seemed they could sense that in my, as well. They pranced around me, licking, and presenting a playfulness that I had missed this last days of serious preparation.
I was no longer concerned with taking Thor first. I was more than ready and the horse play the past days still had me prepared for the size of his knot. I reached underneath him and felt his cock already out a couple inches and that was good enough for me in the circumstance. I patted the cot and Wolf jumped up onto it, laying on his side as I bent over the edge, using my arms as support as Thor jumped onto my back. I released a grunt as his weight settled on me, but I then lowered my head to Wolf after raising his leg, revealing his cock, also outside his sheath. I focused first on guiding Thor into my pussy, groaning at feeling him inside me, again. His cock was clearly not in comparison to the horse, but its shape brought back to me all the experiences we had shared, the three of us, and I settled in for loving. This was emotional as much as sexual. The horses were raw sexual fucking, these two were returning me to relationships that had so quickly and earnestly been formed.
I took Wolf’s cock into my mouth as Thor drove his cock fully into me. I knew there was no way he would bottom out inside me any longer, but my pussy clamped around his cock like it always had and I reveled in that feeling. Even after fucking the horse and belly-riding, I was still able to clamp down on a smaller cock. And any cock was going to be smaller than the horse.
I was settling into a frantic fuck like most canine mating, when a funny thing happened. I was trying to present a stationary object for Thor with my mouth and lips busy at Wolf’s cock. It was already hard and out of his sheath. Then, he raised his head and curled sideways and licked my shoulder repeatedly. I pulled up and looked at him curiously. I was trying to think as I was being pounded furious at the other end. Had that ever happened before? He licked me as if it were a kiss, a kiss given in recognition and thanks, in gratitude. Is such a response even possible? Where did this come from? Was it a needy reaction on my part to the comfort of familiar partners?
But, Thor wasn’t going to let me focus too much on those thoughts. Not the way he was pounding into me. His knot was forming and pressing against my opening, now consistently bumping me as he thrust his hips at mine, his complete and total determination to enter me with his knot, to tie me once again.
I abandoned my thoughts and lowered my face to Wolf’s cock, but only able to intermittently give my focus to sucking it. The pressing of the knot, that big knot of Thor’s, took my attention away from everything else. When his knot pressed into me, stretching me until it did, I cried out in pleasure at the feeling. Passing a knot, especially a large one, just can’t be explained; it has to be experienced!
When both Thor and I came and I rested while tied to him, my mind turned once more to the actions of Wolf. I looked at him and found him watching me. The three of us have been together since we first met. My actions with each of them has been the same, equal and consistent. His demeanor now indicated nothing different, yet … there seemed to be something. The something was not at the moment definable.
As Thor pulled out, releasing his usual torrent of cum from gaping pussy, Wolf rose. He licked me on the face, walked to my backside and licked my thighs and ass, slipping his tongue between my legs and swiping my dripping pussy. I turned around and sat on the cot. I took his head in my hands and presented my face to him. He licked me, he licked my cheeks and mouth. I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, and he came to me with his. He was almost subdued. I was perplexed. I even wondered if he wasn’t so interested in mating with me. I slid off the cot and presented my ass to him on the floor, my legs spread, my chest pressed into the floor planks. He licked me several more time before he jumped onto my back. I guided him inside me, as usual. He repositioned himself on me, driving his cock deep inside. But, then he stopped. I waited a moment, again curious what was with him. Then, I felt his snout on my neck and back … he was moving my hair to the side. I reached up and pulled my long hair to the side, wondering why he was interested in that. He licked my neck. Again. I nearly swooned. Wolf was an a****l, a dog. Yet, I had a different sense. How?
I reached my hand back to him, to his head. He lowered it as he pressed into me and stayed there. I pressed his head to the side of mine and he licked me. I turned my head to him, not quite reaching back, but far enough for our lips to meet. We licked. I pressed back against him, driving his cock deeper into me. He took the hint (is that even possible?) and he pumped at me, he thrust at me, he drove his cock at me with frenzy, the way he should, the way he always had.
When his knot was pressing at me, I was already near another orgasm. Emotional? A dog gave me an emotional reaction?
I pressed back at him hard. He pressed into me just as hard. We used our desires in tandem and succeeded, his knot driving into me. I cried out, again. I nearly came then, but bit my lip so hard that I drew blood. I could taste it in my mouth, but it seemed to drive me even harder. I wanted this climax desperately, but not before him. With him. I wanted this to be with him.
I collapsed to the floor after cumming. My body was a shivering mass. My ass in the air but the rest of me on the floor.
When Wolf pulled out of me, I rolled to my side and saw that Sylvia was still sitting on the chair watching. I smiled weakly at her.
“My god, girl! Watching you with them is amazing. I almost came just watching.”
“Almost? You didn’t?”
She shook her head. I could see in her eyes that she was now tentative, wondering if she should have been so open with her comments. I struggled to my knees and hands. I crawled to her. I reached up and unsnapped her shorts. Her hands moved in front of mine, but I moved them away. I opened the zipper and took firm hold of the waist. I pulled down. She didn’t move and I looked at her firmly, a determination she might not have witnessed before. She raised her hips and I pulled her shorts and panties off. I pushed her knees apart. I looked up at her. No smile, no comment. I kissed up her thighs, the inside. When I reached her pubic hair, I kissed her and lick her. I reached up, snaking my hands under her blouse, grasping her bra encased breasts.
I looked up at her. “When we get back, I am going to shave you. You will look even sexier with bare pubes.” I then went back to licking and tonguing.
She leaned back and slid on the seat until her bottom was resting on the edge, her legs stretched out in front of her and spread out for me. She moaned and sighed as my mouth and tongue lovingly sought out her pussy opening and clitoris. Her hands came to my head, gently holding it to her pussy. All too soon, I felt her body tense with the approach of her own orgasm. After watching me with the two dogs, her arousal needed far less than normal physical stimulation. I encase her pussy in my mouth, my tongue pushed into her opening as she came. I ed her orgasmic juices from her, grating her clit with my teeth.
* * * *
This was to be the last day of our stay with the Guarani people. Sylvia had completed her selection and organization of a****ls we would be taking back to the island and I had completed more in the way of b********y experience than I had dreamed possible. It had been an experience I don’t think I could ever forget or improve upon. These people are an amazing example of what life could be like: simple, fulfilling, and steeped in tradition. Unfortunately, a life that will disappear in its simplicity and honesty even for these people all too soon.
We will be taking a different route back to the island due to the a****ls. Countries take a dim view of taking a****ls out of and into countries. It will be much easier to get the proper clearances and paperwork by leaving from Venezuela where Sylvia has influence. That means participating in some subterfuge to get to Venezuela and acting like the a****ls were coming from there. We will return along the same route until we reach the ranch that we flew into. Rather than flying out, we will be taken to the ocean shore where we will meet up with a couple fishing boats that will take our a****ls and us. In Venezuela, Sylvia has arranged for several more horses for the island to join us. Then, with the proper paper work, we will make the trip by barge to the island of Trinidad to stay legal, then move up to the island resort. It would take much longer than the trip down here, but our intent all along was getting the a****ls. As it turned out, the concern over the challenge put upon me to prove our worth for receiving the a****ls instead became an exciting adventure and experience.
Our last night before again moving down the chain the villages and out of the territory of the Guarani, was to be yet another filled with festivity. From the original skepticism of my presence came a bond between us that couldn’t have been expected or contrived. Out of myth and legend and tradition came a connection that I could only hope provided a little of something to the people in comparison to experience and reward that I got from it.
The farewell festivities, however, barely got started before a man came running into the village calling to the women who guide the others in the experience of b********y. Sylvia and I turned to watch the spectacle like everyone around us. The man was pointing out into the jungle and down the trail in the direction of the remaining villages in the chain. The women were talking to the man and more people gathered around the discussion. I looked to Sylvia, but she could only shrug.
Soon, the discussion became more animated and several people began looking at me. When I heard several softly murmured ‘see-leen-a’ expressions and more people turning to look at me, I asked Sylvia to find out what was happening. She worked her way into the group and several minutes later, the crowd parted and I saw Sylvia motioning for me to join them. As I walked into the crowd, it became hushed.
Sylvia gave me a quick recap of the discussion. “This man said a black panther wandered into the last village in the chain of the Guarani. Beyond that is deep jungle by land. A remote village of another people is a half day by boat down river. The panther doesn’t seem to be hurt or injured, but it is ill in some way. It walked, stumbled really, to the edge of the village and collapsed there for any to see.” I looked at her and the others with an obvious look of confusion, but also amazement. “Yes, very unusual. Even injured or ill, a wild a****l like a panther, an a****l close to the top of the food chain, would avoid humans, if at all possible. They confirm that this behavior is especially out of the ordinary.” She stopped, yet I could sense there was more she had heard.
The other women began talking among themselves now. Not really even involving the man any longer. Sylvia at one point shook her head vigorously and argued passionately. The conversation went back and forth. I put my hand on Sylvia arm, “Tell me. What is going on? Why do the women keep looking at me?”
She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me into her. Her hands rubbing my bare back gave me a chill I didn’t yet understand. She put me at arm’s length and looked me in the eyes. “They think it is a sign, an omen. They think it means the a****l, a wild a****l, is coming to the Guarani to be healed.” My eyes squinted as I struggled to comprehend what was meant by that statement. She sighed deeply, looked up into the sky as if seeking some additional inspiration for her words. She looked to the women who nodded back to her and gestured toward me. “Annie, they think … I tried to convince them that the talk about you being Celina isn’t real. Even the lead women now are wondering. Even they see the appearance of the panther as a sign signifying something greater than any of them had considered before.”
My mouth dropped as the weight of what she was saying struck me. “They think I can heal it?!? They think I should go tend to a sick wild panther?” I glanced at the women, then lowered my voice despite that they didn’t understand English. “Sylvia, they are nuts, crazy, insane. Besides, we’re leaving, right?”
“I told them all of that. They are undeterred. They believe what they believe. Don’t forget, Annie, despite your relationship, these are primitive people. Parts of their culture, traditions, and beliefs may not make sense to us, but … let’s be honest, some of our own traditions and religious beliefs don’t make a lot of logical sense, either.”
I sighed deeply and my shoulders sagged. Sylvia saw it and understood that a part of me was already considering what was being asked. There needed to be a lot of conditions and understanding. Discussions and translations became more energized and soon not only the people, but me, understood that I might be able to try. The discussion covered safety for me and assistance from the lead women. I wasn’t really thinking that my participation would be critical but more symbolic. That would be proven wrong.
It was further decided that Sylvia would leave as planned to rendezvous with the a****ls and get them into Venezuela. There was a bush pilot that could be convinced to meet me at the little town down river for the right money. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting talked into doing this. Being separated from Sylvia and relying on a bush pilot in the jungle as my exit strategy to meet up with her near the port. But, not only that, but that I was agreeing to inspect and tend to an ill panther, an a****l that normally would strike fear into any of these people. I was assured that several of the male hunters of the people accompany us for protection in case the a****l should react aggressively. I have seen injured a****ls before and they had a tendency to be aggressive. I wasn’t so sure that a couple of men with bows and spears would be much in the way of security.
* * * *
The women wanted to leave immediately, not wanting to take the chance that the a****l might decide to wander off, die, and cause the omen to turn bad. I said goodbye to Sylvia, again. She left me with my backpack containing some clothes for my trip. We had no way of knowing how long it might be with the a****l but she would make the arrangements for the plane and I would need to wait once I reached the town.
It took us most of the rest of the day to trek to the last village. Word had apparently passed along the way because every village we passed and everyone we passed watched us with solemn attention. Again, it was reinforced to me how unusual my appearance must be to these people. The only white woman trekking naked along the jungle trail through the villages among the others of the tribe. Also, the one people pointed at and whispered their comments about, see-leen-a.
We found the panther exactly were the man had indicated. He was at the far edge of the village under some foliage. He was large. I didn’t know what to expect when they said it was a panther, but I guessed that he was every bit as large as Wolf and just as black. Like Wolf, the only thing on him that was not black was his eyes. For him, however, it was difficult to see because he did indeed appear very weak and ill, his eyes were half closed and he was almost completely limp. There were bowls of water and food nearby but they hadn’t been touched by the a****l. As we approached, someone from the village tried to move closer to it and it raised its head and uttered a deep warning growl from behind a snarling mouth of bared teeth.
I was stopped in my tracks at the sight of that response. If he was not going to accept assistance, what were we expected to do for him? That brought another question to mind: if he doesn’t want help, why did he come to this place?
I wasn’t enamored about approaching a wild b**st that showed only aggression to anyone who dared to get close. But, the people were encouraging me. I stood about ten feet in front of the others and looked at the a****l. It was one thing to be thought of in such a flattering way as their revered Celina when what I needed to do was mate and interact with their domesticated a****ls. This was different, however. Very different. I was still just that outsider, white woman who came to them for their help and now I find myself in this situation. I wasn’t a mystical woman with a****ls. I was just as vulnerable as any of them were and maybe more so because I was very unfamiliar with the traits and habits of the b**st.
I felt a hand on my back encouraging me forward. I glanced back and wanted to negatively react, but I didn’t. I didn’t partly because a sharp reaction from me might also startle and cause the a****l to react.
The sun was getting low, but there was still time, perhaps a couple of hours of some degree of light remaining. I got onto my hands and knees and was very aware of my nakedness as I tentatively and cautiously approached the a****l. Clothes, at least, might provide some amount of protection from a claw.
As I slowly closed in on him, though, it was something else besides his claws and my vulnerability that drew my attention. His eyes on me. His eyes weren’t wary or nervous. His eyes held mine and remained focused on me. Someone moved behind me and his eyes flicked over to them, but returned immediately to me when he determined there was no danger there. Whereas with others who tried to get close to him with food or water and wasn’t allowed, he seemed content with my approach to him.
Now kneeling at his head, I stopped and waited. Waited for what I wasn’t sure, but I waited. My heart was racing as I tried to remain calm and reassuring next to this wild creature that could rip my heart out before I could even react. Being next him, seeing him in all his glory as he lay before me, I knew that the idea that the village men could afford me any protection in this situation was utterly absurd. If the a****l decided to do something to me right now, it would be over with before the men could react, much less kill it or drive it off. But, he seemed at ease. I carefully reached out and put my hand on the side of his chest, all the while keeping my movements smooth and obvious, my hand in full view of him at all times. With my hand on the side of his chest, I could feel his heart beat distinctly. It was irregular. He was struggling even if he wasn’t now showing it. I edged closer until my knees were alongside his snout and stroked my hand down his body, then over his legs. I could detect no indications of injury. I ran my hand onto his belly and felt him. He reacted to the touch, which gave me a first clue as to his possible problem.
I removed my hand from his belly and moved alongside his head where I started stoking his head, neck and ears. He was a magnificent creature, even in his weakened condition. My first reaction to him was correct. Touching him, he was almost exactly the same size as Wolf. I sat cross-legged in front of him, stroking his head and neck. He raised his head, released a long groan from deep in his throat, and shimmied or crawled until his head fell into my lap. The men and some women reacted to the a****l’s movement, but I held up my hands to stop them from frightening him. I was beginning to freak myself out. What was happening with him? Why was he accepting me when he wouldn’t allow others to come close to him? Why did he come to the village? Was there really something to what these people have been professing about me? How could that possibly be true?
But, with his head in my lap, I was now able to stroke and feel his body with better control and care. Sliding my hand back onto his belly, I felt what the problem was. A soft growl worked its way up his throat, but there was no baring of teeth or indication of aggression. Instead, he was reacting the light pressure on his stomach. His stomach was distended, significantly so. Now that I was in the correct position to feel him, this was the problem. I gently pressed, wondering if it might simply be gas. He growled, again. He looked up at me by straining his eyes, not lifting his head from my lap. I really wished that Tami and Amy were here now.
Not being a medical person, I couldn’t even tell if it was his stomach or intestines. But, then I thought about it. The stomach is more towards the front and the intestines toward the back. If it is blockage, it might be in the intestines. If it is something causing a problem with the stomach it would be closer to the front. I probed more deliberately now. I glanced at the women as I worked and I wished I hadn’t. Their faces were pictures of terror as I held the creature’s head in my lap and probed into his belly, which caused him to emit low growls, but I persisted in my probing. I was sure I knew! It was his stomach. I wrapped my arms around his head and hugged him before I remember I was attacking a wild a****l, even if it was out of joyful excitement.
I stroked his head and calmed him back down after wildly grabbing him about the head. I still wasn’t believing any of this was happening, but I looked at the women and realized my next big obstacle. How do I explain what I need from them?
They apparently could see that I was wanting something from them, just didn’t know how to communicate it. Two of the women inched forward while watching me and warily glancing also to the panther. I put my hands into a cup shape and raised it to my mouth, then pantomimed that I was drinking. They immediately thought I meant getting some water, but I stopped them. I thought for a minute more, then repeated the drinking, which they had understood, but this time I had more pantomime by bending at the waist toward the ground and retching with an open mouth. They looked perplexed, talked back and forth for a few moments, while I continued the movements. Then, a woman rushed up from behind them and they talked more excitedly. They put their hands up as if to indicate that I should stay there. As if I had any choice in the matter any longer with a wild panther’s head in my lap.
I assumed they had something they would concoct from natural herbs and plants that they would use to induce vomiting. There were times like after ingesting poisons that the stomach needs to be vacated as quickly as possible. In this case with the panther, he likely has had something in him that was causing the problem and it likely has been in him for some time. The question was if it could be emptied or if it was already too late.
I saw the women s**tter, evidently all rushing to take care of an assigned task. They came back some time later with a bowl and cup as well as a jug. The jug held a liquid that I assumed was to induce vomiting. I deduced that the bowl and cup were for my options of trying to get the liquid into him. I raised the jug to my face and sniffed it. It didn’t smell good and I presumed (I wasn’t going to try it myself) that it wouldn’t taste very good, either. I put some into the bowl, but I was right in thinking that he wouldn’t be inclined to willingly lap the liquid on his own. I then transferred the liquid to the cup, placed it next to me, and took a deep breath. If I was a religious person, that would have been the time to pray. But, since I wasn’t, I spoke in soothing tones to the a****l, stroking it, and, at the same time, moving his body until he was practically on his back and his muzzle pointing up. I couldn’t believe I was about to try this …
* * * CHAPTER 11B will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
When I awoke the day after my first experience of belly-riding, I was in a hut. I felt disoriented. All the windows and doors were covered with cloth and reeds to provide as much darkness as possible. My mind was now accustomed to first seeing bamboo and reed wall and roof construction when my eyes first open in the morning or night. I am also fully accustomed to the feeling of yearning from my body after times of experiencing a****ls and the preparation for the horses. My body now seemed consumed by a yearning for a****l and human male cock. And … I smiled at the consideration … it was not a feeling and yearning that I was about to regret or reject.
My hands went between my legs and my mind was flooded with the memory of belly-riding the horse. Was that still today or was that yesterday? How long had I been out? The experience turned out to be beyond what I could have anticipated or believed possible. But, it was real … every second of it. It was all coursing back through my mind and body as I lay there, the tingling, the surging of sensations, the jolts of a too long cock inside me. Even after all the training and preparation, the cock was too long. Too long, but deliciously and exquisitely so long, so filling, so amazing.
I heard a sound, a soft scr****g on the wood plank floor. It was soft like a foot or the soul of a leather sandal shifting. I turned to the side, peering into the shadows of the darkened hut even as my hands continued gently probing my pussy as the sensory memory slowly faded with the interruption of reality. It was Sylvia. Maybe not that long ago, I might have been self-conscious of being caught with my hands between my legs but these past days or weeks have made me used to an even greater openness of sexuality and my body. If Jake and Bobbi could hear that, they might not believe it could be possible. It’s all relative, I guess.
Seeing me awake, she rose and came to me, sitting on the edge of the cot as I wiggled toward the wall to give her room. My hand goes to her arm as she sits down, her hip pressing into my side. I welcome, in fact need, the contact. Her face is warm and loving as she searches my face and strokes my shoulder and arm with caring, even loving, tenderness. Despite my nudity, her touch has none of the sensual contact that might have been evident before from me or her. Nudity, even with my preference for it in the past, had always contained a large element of the sensual, the exhibitionistic, the teasing and openly yearning for sexuality. The people have changed that here. In a way, I might now be more open to sexuality than ever before, but it is now a natural way, a normal experience that is, among them, devoid of teasing and exhibitionism. Nudity, in various forms and conditions, is a way of life, natural and normal, for man, woman, and c***d. Nudity in itself is not sexual, the body’s exposure is not a tease or an invitation; the body, exposed and naked, is merely the body. I find myself now checking women’s tattoos without the following focus on nipples and breasts. On the other hand, nudity becomes an indicator and gauge that clarifies intent and desire. Here, among these people and their openness of life in all its forms, desire to share and experience becomes evident on their bodies and is not hidden or disguised. Nipples and penises hardening, the blush in the skin, the swell in the chest from quickening breathing, are open signs of intention and willingness. I wondered if the entire resort employees could experience this if it would make the resort experience better or not. The resort, I decided quickly, is not about a natural life in sexuality, it is instead about the exhibitionism, the tease, and the provocative. The things that this life are not.
Seeing that I was awake and still sexually aroused, Sylvia went to the doorway, pulled back the curtain, and showed me two suitors patiently waiting for me … Wolf and Thor. I laughed as they charged into the hut upon seeing me sit up and pat my knees in encouragement to them. In a flash, I was awash in tongue kisses and I suddenly felt guilty that my concentration of the past days had diverted me from these two. It seemed they could sense that in my, as well. They pranced around me, licking, and presenting a playfulness that I had missed this last days of serious preparation.
I was no longer concerned with taking Thor first. I was more than ready and the horse play the past days still had me prepared for the size of his knot. I reached underneath him and felt his cock already out a couple inches and that was good enough for me in the circumstance. I patted the cot and Wolf jumped up onto it, laying on his side as I bent over the edge, using my arms as support as Thor jumped onto my back. I released a grunt as his weight settled on me, but I then lowered my head to Wolf after raising his leg, revealing his cock, also outside his sheath. I focused first on guiding Thor into my pussy, groaning at feeling him inside me, again. His cock was clearly not in comparison to the horse, but its shape brought back to me all the experiences we had shared, the three of us, and I settled in for loving. This was emotional as much as sexual. The horses were raw sexual fucking, these two were returning me to relationships that had so quickly and earnestly been formed.
I took Wolf’s cock into my mouth as Thor drove his cock fully into me. I knew there was no way he would bottom out inside me any longer, but my pussy clamped around his cock like it always had and I reveled in that feeling. Even after fucking the horse and belly-riding, I was still able to clamp down on a smaller cock. And any cock was going to be smaller than the horse.
I was settling into a frantic fuck like most canine mating, when a funny thing happened. I was trying to present a stationary object for Thor with my mouth and lips busy at Wolf’s cock. It was already hard and out of his sheath. Then, he raised his head and curled sideways and licked my shoulder repeatedly. I pulled up and looked at him curiously. I was trying to think as I was being pounded furious at the other end. Had that ever happened before? He licked me as if it were a kiss, a kiss given in recognition and thanks, in gratitude. Is such a response even possible? Where did this come from? Was it a needy reaction on my part to the comfort of familiar partners?
But, Thor wasn’t going to let me focus too much on those thoughts. Not the way he was pounding into me. His knot was forming and pressing against my opening, now consistently bumping me as he thrust his hips at mine, his complete and total determination to enter me with his knot, to tie me once again.
I abandoned my thoughts and lowered my face to Wolf’s cock, but only able to intermittently give my focus to sucking it. The pressing of the knot, that big knot of Thor’s, took my attention away from everything else. When his knot pressed into me, stretching me until it did, I cried out in pleasure at the feeling. Passing a knot, especially a large one, just can’t be explained; it has to be experienced!
When both Thor and I came and I rested while tied to him, my mind turned once more to the actions of Wolf. I looked at him and found him watching me. The three of us have been together since we first met. My actions with each of them has been the same, equal and consistent. His demeanor now indicated nothing different, yet … there seemed to be something. The something was not at the moment definable.
As Thor pulled out, releasing his usual torrent of cum from gaping pussy, Wolf rose. He licked me on the face, walked to my backside and licked my thighs and ass, slipping his tongue between my legs and swiping my dripping pussy. I turned around and sat on the cot. I took his head in my hands and presented my face to him. He licked me, he licked my cheeks and mouth. I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, and he came to me with his. He was almost subdued. I was perplexed. I even wondered if he wasn’t so interested in mating with me. I slid off the cot and presented my ass to him on the floor, my legs spread, my chest pressed into the floor planks. He licked me several more time before he jumped onto my back. I guided him inside me, as usual. He repositioned himself on me, driving his cock deep inside. But, then he stopped. I waited a moment, again curious what was with him. Then, I felt his snout on my neck and back … he was moving my hair to the side. I reached up and pulled my long hair to the side, wondering why he was interested in that. He licked my neck. Again. I nearly swooned. Wolf was an a****l, a dog. Yet, I had a different sense. How?
I reached my hand back to him, to his head. He lowered it as he pressed into me and stayed there. I pressed his head to the side of mine and he licked me. I turned my head to him, not quite reaching back, but far enough for our lips to meet. We licked. I pressed back against him, driving his cock deeper into me. He took the hint (is that even possible?) and he pumped at me, he thrust at me, he drove his cock at me with frenzy, the way he should, the way he always had.
When his knot was pressing at me, I was already near another orgasm. Emotional? A dog gave me an emotional reaction?
I pressed back at him hard. He pressed into me just as hard. We used our desires in tandem and succeeded, his knot driving into me. I cried out, again. I nearly came then, but bit my lip so hard that I drew blood. I could taste it in my mouth, but it seemed to drive me even harder. I wanted this climax desperately, but not before him. With him. I wanted this to be with him.
I collapsed to the floor after cumming. My body was a shivering mass. My ass in the air but the rest of me on the floor.
When Wolf pulled out of me, I rolled to my side and saw that Sylvia was still sitting on the chair watching. I smiled weakly at her.
“My god, girl! Watching you with them is amazing. I almost came just watching.”
“Almost? You didn’t?”
She shook her head. I could see in her eyes that she was now tentative, wondering if she should have been so open with her comments. I struggled to my knees and hands. I crawled to her. I reached up and unsnapped her shorts. Her hands moved in front of mine, but I moved them away. I opened the zipper and took firm hold of the waist. I pulled down. She didn’t move and I looked at her firmly, a determination she might not have witnessed before. She raised her hips and I pulled her shorts and panties off. I pushed her knees apart. I looked up at her. No smile, no comment. I kissed up her thighs, the inside. When I reached her pubic hair, I kissed her and lick her. I reached up, snaking my hands under her blouse, grasping her bra encased breasts.
I looked up at her. “When we get back, I am going to shave you. You will look even sexier with bare pubes.” I then went back to licking and tonguing.
She leaned back and slid on the seat until her bottom was resting on the edge, her legs stretched out in front of her and spread out for me. She moaned and sighed as my mouth and tongue lovingly sought out her pussy opening and clitoris. Her hands came to my head, gently holding it to her pussy. All too soon, I felt her body tense with the approach of her own orgasm. After watching me with the two dogs, her arousal needed far less than normal physical stimulation. I encase her pussy in my mouth, my tongue pushed into her opening as she came. I ed her orgasmic juices from her, grating her clit with my teeth.
* * * *
This was to be the last day of our stay with the Guarani people. Sylvia had completed her selection and organization of a****ls we would be taking back to the island and I had completed more in the way of b********y experience than I had dreamed possible. It had been an experience I don’t think I could ever forget or improve upon. These people are an amazing example of what life could be like: simple, fulfilling, and steeped in tradition. Unfortunately, a life that will disappear in its simplicity and honesty even for these people all too soon.
We will be taking a different route back to the island due to the a****ls. Countries take a dim view of taking a****ls out of and into countries. It will be much easier to get the proper clearances and paperwork by leaving from Venezuela where Sylvia has influence. That means participating in some subterfuge to get to Venezuela and acting like the a****ls were coming from there. We will return along the same route until we reach the ranch that we flew into. Rather than flying out, we will be taken to the ocean shore where we will meet up with a couple fishing boats that will take our a****ls and us. In Venezuela, Sylvia has arranged for several more horses for the island to join us. Then, with the proper paper work, we will make the trip by barge to the island of Trinidad to stay legal, then move up to the island resort. It would take much longer than the trip down here, but our intent all along was getting the a****ls. As it turned out, the concern over the challenge put upon me to prove our worth for receiving the a****ls instead became an exciting adventure and experience.
Our last night before again moving down the chain the villages and out of the territory of the Guarani, was to be yet another filled with festivity. From the original skepticism of my presence came a bond between us that couldn’t have been expected or contrived. Out of myth and legend and tradition came a connection that I could only hope provided a little of something to the people in comparison to experience and reward that I got from it.
The farewell festivities, however, barely got started before a man came running into the village calling to the women who guide the others in the experience of b********y. Sylvia and I turned to watch the spectacle like everyone around us. The man was pointing out into the jungle and down the trail in the direction of the remaining villages in the chain. The women were talking to the man and more people gathered around the discussion. I looked to Sylvia, but she could only shrug.
Soon, the discussion became more animated and several people began looking at me. When I heard several softly murmured ‘see-leen-a’ expressions and more people turning to look at me, I asked Sylvia to find out what was happening. She worked her way into the group and several minutes later, the crowd parted and I saw Sylvia motioning for me to join them. As I walked into the crowd, it became hushed.
Sylvia gave me a quick recap of the discussion. “This man said a black panther wandered into the last village in the chain of the Guarani. Beyond that is deep jungle by land. A remote village of another people is a half day by boat down river. The panther doesn’t seem to be hurt or injured, but it is ill in some way. It walked, stumbled really, to the edge of the village and collapsed there for any to see.” I looked at her and the others with an obvious look of confusion, but also amazement. “Yes, very unusual. Even injured or ill, a wild a****l like a panther, an a****l close to the top of the food chain, would avoid humans, if at all possible. They confirm that this behavior is especially out of the ordinary.” She stopped, yet I could sense there was more she had heard.
The other women began talking among themselves now. Not really even involving the man any longer. Sylvia at one point shook her head vigorously and argued passionately. The conversation went back and forth. I put my hand on Sylvia arm, “Tell me. What is going on? Why do the women keep looking at me?”
She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me into her. Her hands rubbing my bare back gave me a chill I didn’t yet understand. She put me at arm’s length and looked me in the eyes. “They think it is a sign, an omen. They think it means the a****l, a wild a****l, is coming to the Guarani to be healed.” My eyes squinted as I struggled to comprehend what was meant by that statement. She sighed deeply, looked up into the sky as if seeking some additional inspiration for her words. She looked to the women who nodded back to her and gestured toward me. “Annie, they think … I tried to convince them that the talk about you being Celina isn’t real. Even the lead women now are wondering. Even they see the appearance of the panther as a sign signifying something greater than any of them had considered before.”
My mouth dropped as the weight of what she was saying struck me. “They think I can heal it?!? They think I should go tend to a sick wild panther?” I glanced at the women, then lowered my voice despite that they didn’t understand English. “Sylvia, they are nuts, crazy, insane. Besides, we’re leaving, right?”
“I told them all of that. They are undeterred. They believe what they believe. Don’t forget, Annie, despite your relationship, these are primitive people. Parts of their culture, traditions, and beliefs may not make sense to us, but … let’s be honest, some of our own traditions and religious beliefs don’t make a lot of logical sense, either.”
I sighed deeply and my shoulders sagged. Sylvia saw it and understood that a part of me was already considering what was being asked. There needed to be a lot of conditions and understanding. Discussions and translations became more energized and soon not only the people, but me, understood that I might be able to try. The discussion covered safety for me and assistance from the lead women. I wasn’t really thinking that my participation would be critical but more symbolic. That would be proven wrong.
It was further decided that Sylvia would leave as planned to rendezvous with the a****ls and get them into Venezuela. There was a bush pilot that could be convinced to meet me at the little town down river for the right money. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting talked into doing this. Being separated from Sylvia and relying on a bush pilot in the jungle as my exit strategy to meet up with her near the port. But, not only that, but that I was agreeing to inspect and tend to an ill panther, an a****l that normally would strike fear into any of these people. I was assured that several of the male hunters of the people accompany us for protection in case the a****l should react aggressively. I have seen injured a****ls before and they had a tendency to be aggressive. I wasn’t so sure that a couple of men with bows and spears would be much in the way of security.
* * * *
The women wanted to leave immediately, not wanting to take the chance that the a****l might decide to wander off, die, and cause the omen to turn bad. I said goodbye to Sylvia, again. She left me with my backpack containing some clothes for my trip. We had no way of knowing how long it might be with the a****l but she would make the arrangements for the plane and I would need to wait once I reached the town.
It took us most of the rest of the day to trek to the last village. Word had apparently passed along the way because every village we passed and everyone we passed watched us with solemn attention. Again, it was reinforced to me how unusual my appearance must be to these people. The only white woman trekking naked along the jungle trail through the villages among the others of the tribe. Also, the one people pointed at and whispered their comments about, see-leen-a.
We found the panther exactly were the man had indicated. He was at the far edge of the village under some foliage. He was large. I didn’t know what to expect when they said it was a panther, but I guessed that he was every bit as large as Wolf and just as black. Like Wolf, the only thing on him that was not black was his eyes. For him, however, it was difficult to see because he did indeed appear very weak and ill, his eyes were half closed and he was almost completely limp. There were bowls of water and food nearby but they hadn’t been touched by the a****l. As we approached, someone from the village tried to move closer to it and it raised its head and uttered a deep warning growl from behind a snarling mouth of bared teeth.
I was stopped in my tracks at the sight of that response. If he was not going to accept assistance, what were we expected to do for him? That brought another question to mind: if he doesn’t want help, why did he come to this place?
I wasn’t enamored about approaching a wild b**st that showed only aggression to anyone who dared to get close. But, the people were encouraging me. I stood about ten feet in front of the others and looked at the a****l. It was one thing to be thought of in such a flattering way as their revered Celina when what I needed to do was mate and interact with their domesticated a****ls. This was different, however. Very different. I was still just that outsider, white woman who came to them for their help and now I find myself in this situation. I wasn’t a mystical woman with a****ls. I was just as vulnerable as any of them were and maybe more so because I was very unfamiliar with the traits and habits of the b**st.
I felt a hand on my back encouraging me forward. I glanced back and wanted to negatively react, but I didn’t. I didn’t partly because a sharp reaction from me might also startle and cause the a****l to react.
The sun was getting low, but there was still time, perhaps a couple of hours of some degree of light remaining. I got onto my hands and knees and was very aware of my nakedness as I tentatively and cautiously approached the a****l. Clothes, at least, might provide some amount of protection from a claw.
As I slowly closed in on him, though, it was something else besides his claws and my vulnerability that drew my attention. His eyes on me. His eyes weren’t wary or nervous. His eyes held mine and remained focused on me. Someone moved behind me and his eyes flicked over to them, but returned immediately to me when he determined there was no danger there. Whereas with others who tried to get close to him with food or water and wasn’t allowed, he seemed content with my approach to him.
Now kneeling at his head, I stopped and waited. Waited for what I wasn’t sure, but I waited. My heart was racing as I tried to remain calm and reassuring next to this wild creature that could rip my heart out before I could even react. Being next him, seeing him in all his glory as he lay before me, I knew that the idea that the village men could afford me any protection in this situation was utterly absurd. If the a****l decided to do something to me right now, it would be over with before the men could react, much less kill it or drive it off. But, he seemed at ease. I carefully reached out and put my hand on the side of his chest, all the while keeping my movements smooth and obvious, my hand in full view of him at all times. With my hand on the side of his chest, I could feel his heart beat distinctly. It was irregular. He was struggling even if he wasn’t now showing it. I edged closer until my knees were alongside his snout and stroked my hand down his body, then over his legs. I could detect no indications of injury. I ran my hand onto his belly and felt him. He reacted to the touch, which gave me a first clue as to his possible problem.
I removed my hand from his belly and moved alongside his head where I started stoking his head, neck and ears. He was a magnificent creature, even in his weakened condition. My first reaction to him was correct. Touching him, he was almost exactly the same size as Wolf. I sat cross-legged in front of him, stroking his head and neck. He raised his head, released a long groan from deep in his throat, and shimmied or crawled until his head fell into my lap. The men and some women reacted to the a****l’s movement, but I held up my hands to stop them from frightening him. I was beginning to freak myself out. What was happening with him? Why was he accepting me when he wouldn’t allow others to come close to him? Why did he come to the village? Was there really something to what these people have been professing about me? How could that possibly be true?
But, with his head in my lap, I was now able to stroke and feel his body with better control and care. Sliding my hand back onto his belly, I felt what the problem was. A soft growl worked its way up his throat, but there was no baring of teeth or indication of aggression. Instead, he was reacting the light pressure on his stomach. His stomach was distended, significantly so. Now that I was in the correct position to feel him, this was the problem. I gently pressed, wondering if it might simply be gas. He growled, again. He looked up at me by straining his eyes, not lifting his head from my lap. I really wished that Tami and Amy were here now.
Not being a medical person, I couldn’t even tell if it was his stomach or intestines. But, then I thought about it. The stomach is more towards the front and the intestines toward the back. If it is blockage, it might be in the intestines. If it is something causing a problem with the stomach it would be closer to the front. I probed more deliberately now. I glanced at the women as I worked and I wished I hadn’t. Their faces were pictures of terror as I held the creature’s head in my lap and probed into his belly, which caused him to emit low growls, but I persisted in my probing. I was sure I knew! It was his stomach. I wrapped my arms around his head and hugged him before I remember I was attacking a wild a****l, even if it was out of joyful excitement.
I stroked his head and calmed him back down after wildly grabbing him about the head. I still wasn’t believing any of this was happening, but I looked at the women and realized my next big obstacle. How do I explain what I need from them?
They apparently could see that I was wanting something from them, just didn’t know how to communicate it. Two of the women inched forward while watching me and warily glancing also to the panther. I put my hands into a cup shape and raised it to my mouth, then pantomimed that I was drinking. They immediately thought I meant getting some water, but I stopped them. I thought for a minute more, then repeated the drinking, which they had understood, but this time I had more pantomime by bending at the waist toward the ground and retching with an open mouth. They looked perplexed, talked back and forth for a few moments, while I continued the movements. Then, a woman rushed up from behind them and they talked more excitedly. They put their hands up as if to indicate that I should stay there. As if I had any choice in the matter any longer with a wild panther’s head in my lap.
I assumed they had something they would concoct from natural herbs and plants that they would use to induce vomiting. There were times like after ingesting poisons that the stomach needs to be vacated as quickly as possible. In this case with the panther, he likely has had something in him that was causing the problem and it likely has been in him for some time. The question was if it could be emptied or if it was already too late.
I saw the women s**tter, evidently all rushing to take care of an assigned task. They came back some time later with a bowl and cup as well as a jug. The jug held a liquid that I assumed was to induce vomiting. I deduced that the bowl and cup were for my options of trying to get the liquid into him. I raised the jug to my face and sniffed it. It didn’t smell good and I presumed (I wasn’t going to try it myself) that it wouldn’t taste very good, either. I put some into the bowl, but I was right in thinking that he wouldn’t be inclined to willingly lap the liquid on his own. I then transferred the liquid to the cup, placed it next to me, and took a deep breath. If I was a religious person, that would have been the time to pray. But, since I wasn’t, I spoke in soothing tones to the a****l, stroking it, and, at the same time, moving his body until he was practically on his back and his muzzle pointing up. I couldn’t believe I was about to try this …
* * * CHAPTER 11B will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
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