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CHAPTER 8

What had started as a desire for exercise through a run with the dogs to burn off a buildup of energy and tension, turned into something very different. And that couldn’t have been demonstrated any better than the scene in the village on my return.

There was a mob of people with me from the last village I was in and seeing the people gathered in the village where Sylvia was waiting for me was a sight. There were far too many people in the commons area and the area in front of the women’s compound for it to be just from that village. People in the crowd closest to us began turning in our direction and pointing. The crowd seemed to part and I spotted Sylvia and several of the women who seemed to be of importance. I walked directly up to them and shyly accepted a welcoming hug from Sylvia.

She seemed to be having a time trying to control herself, but it was from outright laughing at the scene. “You have created quite a scene, young lady.” She hooked her thumb behind her at the mob back there, “Half of those are from the village back there, the rest are from here. When they saw you run through with the dogs alongside you, they were curious about your return. Then, all these people came with a story about you in their village. They all wanted to see what might happen upon your return.” She pointed behind me at the people from that village, “And now another village added to the chaos.” She was smiling widely.

“What do you mean they wanted to see what might happen?”

“Dear, it has put the women in the compounds in a conflict.” She lowered her voice, “The old woman …”

“The one who doesn’t like me …”

“Yes, well … she is adamant that you are not worthy. Apparently, that was always going to be her judgement.”

“Can she do that? Is she the final word?”

“Ordinarily … maybe. But, it isn’t just the other women of the compound that are disagreeing with her. I am hearing comments that this is the first time anyone can remember when village women are making demands contrary to the lead woman. As I said, you’ve caused quite a stir. What happened out there that got all these people so involved in you?”

Just then, a woman cried out from behind me. I turned to find the woman who had been holding the llama in the clearing. She came alongside me, stopped and touched my breast. She said something that Sylvia translated as, “Don’t worry see-leen-a, it is okay.”

She then walked up to the other arguing women. Behind her was the same llama.

I turned to Sylvia, “What is ‘see-leen-a’? I have been hearing that word much of the day since I left for my run.”

She looked shocked. “I admit that I have heard it, too, from the women coming from the other village. But, I thought …”

“Thought what?”

“Annie, it isn’t a word. It’s a name! They have been talking about you? It sounds like see-leen-a, but you and I might recognize it more as Celina. Oh … this should be very interesting.”

I stood with Sylvia as the discussion/argument unfolded in the midst of the crowd. Suddenly, a woman somewhere in the crowd shouted out, “See-leen-a!” There was silence for several moments, then the entire crowd erupted into the chant, “See-leen-a! See-leen-a! See-leen-a!”

As if on its own, the crowd parted to form an opening from the women talking to Sylvia and me. All eyes moved from one to the other. I stood where I was. I still had no idea what was happening. Why were they referring to me as Celina?

The older woman was furious in response. Her eyes were glaring and her face was red with anger and fury. She argued with the others but even I could tell it was lost on them, she was arguing as a lone voice against a hurricane gale wind. Her words and authority were being lost as another chant took up somewhere in the crowd and spread from one end to the other like the wave in a football stadium. Then, everything stopped and it became very quiet. I looked around before seeing the older woman walking determinedly toward me. If the quiet could have gotten quieter, it did.

The woman looked so mad, enraged, that for a moment I was fearful of my life, at least of injury. Then, as the woman walked menacingly toward me through the opening in the crowd, another woman shrieked something, which brought the older woman to a stop and she turned around. I looked into the crowd as it opened to the woman. It was the woman with the goat I had mated with. She walked deliberately toward me, but focused on the older woman. She yelled at her and shouted; at one point she screamed something.

Sylvia grabbed my elbow and pulled me back slightly, “I’ve never heard of anything like this. A village woman lecturing one of the elders on the fundamentals and principles of their culture and tradition.”

Several of the women that had assisted me over the past couple days stepped forward into the gap, they walked slowly toward me, the crowd started to become quiet once again. One of the them held up her hands into the air and the rest of the crowd became quiet.

Sylvia whispered that she would try to keep up with the translation. The woman lowered her hands and stepped up to me. It was then that I noticed the other women from the compound, the older one now on the fringe. The women with the goat and llama were among them. I tensed. They could be very unhappy that an outsider, a Guero, was causing so much trouble among the village people. That wasn’t it … she smiled at me and shook her head in bemusement.

She had each of the women with the a****ls repeat the story they had told about me entering their village, my being asked to mate with their a****l, and my acceptance and success in mating. There was a strong murmur when the llama was identified as my mating partner in her village. Apparently, that wasn’t a common thing. It was hushed. The woman asked Sylvia about me, having her repeat something of my history with a****ls before coming to their villages. She talked about the a****ls and dogs on the ranch, she talked about the dogs on the island, she pointed to Thor and Wolf. Again, there was murmurs and talk as people seemed to be adding up in their heads the number of a****ls. The woman then told the story of my being challenged with the two dogs that now sat peacefully at my sides. She told of their unruliness, that they were inexperienced with women. She told of my mating with them, my training of them. She looked over the crowd.

“Do any of you have question of her ability with a****ls?” The response was an immediate “NO!”

“Do any of you question her worthiness to be among us?”

It was quiet for a moment. This is the issue that had been the core of the argument. Now, however, she seemed to be putting the question to the villagers. From in back came the word … the name … see-leen-a … Celina. It was repeated and repeated from the outside to the middle of the crowd where I was standing before the women.

She looked out over the crowd, then turned to me with her hands raised for quiet, again.

“They seem to think, or wish to think, that you are our beloved Celina. Celina … is a story that has been passed down from mother to daughter over generations and generations and generations. When my grandmother was a little girl in her village, the oldest woman in the village only knew the story as told to her by her mother who was told by her mother. Nobody knows how far back the story goes.” The people around were hushed, all listening to the story being told, again. It appeared to be a beloved story that was told and retold with care and love. “There is much to the story of Celina that has been added about experiences of others, additions of new a****ls, the need for continuing tradition, the power of people united, sharing, and supporting. But, for you to understand the story and why they repeat the name …”

The story goes back in time to a time when maybe, for these people, time was not something that was important. Life was life, it was as simple as that. And, at that time, life was not a good life. Life for the people was hard and there was much hardship. The a****ls of the jungle seemed to have disappeared. Their choices for food and survival were becoming fewer and fewer. It was becoming increasingly difficult to survive. Life for the people became moment to moment with little or no consideration for a future. Each day was survival; the next day, if it came, would be, too.

In the midst of all that, one day that was just like so many others before it, a woman appeared out of the jungle. She was naked. She wore neither anything on her body or feet. That wasn’t so unusual in itself. The only thing on her body were markings on her left breast. But, she was not of the people. She did not belong where she was. She looked strange to them. But, as she walked into one of the villages, following behind her out of the jungle, came a****ls with her. There were many a****ls; some wild that belonged in the jungle; others that were domesticated that belonged in pens and corrals and used for work or food. She did not speak. Perhaps she didn’t know the language of the people or she couldn’t speak, or she felt no need to speak. Whichever, she communicated by actions … and through the a****ls. In front of everyone, she dropped to the ground, pointed to an a****l and touched her ass. The a****l mounted her and they mated. That scene was repeated over and over for much of the remainder of the day as the people stood and watched in amazement as this stranger, this unknown woman, was mated by the a****ls. But, every time, she directed the a****ls. The a****ls didn’t mount her without her direction. She was in control of the a****ls.

As strange as it seemed to the people, the longer the woman stayed and mated with the a****ls, the more a****ls came to the jungle around them. Women of the people indicated more than asked to learn, be shown, how to mate and with which a****ls. The woman instructed and provided guidance to the women of these people. In return, she was housed and cared for by the people, moving from hut to hut while she stayed with the people. Soon, the people had learned to mate with certain a****ls and the a****ls of the jungle seemed to continue to come. Hunting and raising a****ls became abundant and the people were good, again.

In gratitude, the people not only housed and cared for the woman, but shared their marital intimacies with her and all the people were happy, even honored, to share themselves with her, both male and female. The people became healthy and strong, their lives became rich in life and opportunity, the jungles were bountiful and providing. All was good with the people.

Then, as suddenly as the strange woman appeared to them, she left and she was never seen or heard of, again. At first, the people were afraid. They feared if the a****ls they raised, and of the jungle, would also leave and their lives would return to want and misery. But, the people continued to mate with the same a****ls as when the woman was with them and the a****ls did not leave; the jungles remained abundant with a****ls and food. From that moment on, they made a community vow that they would continue to mate with a****ls and they would pass the story and the tradition on from mother to daughter as the daughters became old enough to mate with a husband or a****l.

I looked at the woman, thinking about something that was confusing to me, she asked what it was. “I understand that Celina brought the custom to the people and that the people continued the custom after she left them. It continued in a form of respectful offering to the a****ls for the bounty and health they provide to the people. I understand that. I understand how that custom would continue and the isolation of your people would be required to protect your custom.” She smiled at me as Sylvia translated. “The women continued to mate.” The woman nodded. “I don’t mean any disrespect, but … where did women like you and the others in the compound come about in the villages?” Sylvia was even reluctant to translate, but I nodded for her to.

Then, it became interesting; she turned to others and asked the same question to them. After some discussion, “Some women were more adept at mating. Some were able to mate with more types of a****ls. These women became instructors or guides in the custom.”

I was watching her and all I could think to say was, “Hmmmm …” There was something about that that was troubling me, but it was their custom, their tradition, their life. I left it alone.

The woman touched me, “One more thing, Annie … Celina was white. Celina was a young, white woman. Undoubtedly, she was the first and only white person they had ever or would ever see. So, you were among the people, you accepted the offer to mate with their a****ls, a****ls that had never before been mated, and …”

“And … I am white and young.” She nodded.

The woman smiled, a smiled that indicated a real acceptance of me, a smile that indicated appreciation of me and who I was. She put her hand over my left breast, “Mostly, though, I think it was what they saw of you here, your heart and soul. I agree with them …” She turned and swung her arm around her at the other compound women behind her, women from the three villages, “… we agree with them.”

“What about that older woman? I always felt I would fail because I would not satisfy her.”

“You wouldn’t have satisfied her. But, she doesn’t matter, any more. She has been rejected by the village women.” She smiled, embarrassed, “You are very insightful, Annie. We are nothing without the support of the village women. We were meant to serve them in the ways of the tradition, not dictate our will upon them.” She put her hands on my shoulders and pulled me into a hug that did not end for several moments. “Thank you for coming here to us.”

I turned to look at Sylvia who was still trying to keep up with the translations. Her eyes and cheeks were wet and she put her arms around the two of us, joining the hug.

When the woman broke the hug, she smiled at me, again. She took my hand and led me to the gate to the compound, “It is time.”

“Time? For what?”

“Your markings.” Still holding my hand, she raised it high above our heads and cheers from the crowd carried me into the compound.

I had never thought about getting a tattoo before, much less on my breast. I was seated on a stool in a hut I had not been in before. There was a woman in a corner mixing something in a bowl. I watched her for a moment, then looked at Sylvia who was beaming at me. I took that to mean that we had been successful. That what happened from this point on was independent of getting a****ls we needed for the island resort. We would get the a****ls and I would get the assistance I desired to be able to mate with a full-sized horse … if that was what I still wanted … and, I knew that it was. The idea of mating with a horse had always seemed like the ultimate in b********y to me, and my desire for it had not diminished.

I was marked with three symbols. The paw print was barely off the areole of my left breast. Around it in a half circle over the top were the four thick dots signifying multiple different canines. Immediately above it was a circle with the top and bottom thicker and the sides gradually thinner and inside were four more thick dots, also signifying multiple different a****l species mated. Above that was the symbol of control, the inverted ‘V’ with the two triangles coming off the tip and pointing to the sides. It symbolized a woman standing, feet apart in a power stance, her arms bent and hands on her hips.

The question of how the tattoos were to be made became very clear. This was the jungle, not some high-tech parlor in our cities. Very sharp needles of different sizes were tapped into the skin with a small hammer, pushing the ink into the skin. The skill and technique used by the man was remarkable. It was also quite erotic. There was some stinging as the points were pushed in, but the handling of my breast and nipple by this man in the meantime was … erotic. I suspected that it was part of his technique to keep the woman distracted somewhat. When he was finished and my upper breast skin cleaned and salve put on it, the detail and smoothness of the lines, the symmetry of the dots and circles, the straightness of the lines were impressive.

I was returned to the center of the village where I was greeted with celebration. A small group of men started playing handmade instruments, food and beverage was passed around freely from huts of the village. Wherever I wandered, I was greeted with a gentle hand to my left breast, many tracing the markings with fingers, a warm smile on their faces.

The woman I had interacted with the most, along with Sylvia, stayed close to me. I noticed that the beverage must have been some fermented drink because I was feeling the effects of drinking it. I slowed down on my consumption and increased my eating. Suddenly, a village woman, I did not know which of the villages, walked up to me with her husband beside her. I smiled at them, but they looked nervous, especially him. I looked at Sylvia, but she only shrugged in confusion like me. The village woman took my hand and placed the man’s in it. I looked at the village woman, the man, Sylvia, and finally the other woman. She turned me to face her. There were now many people who had seen what was occurring and had stopped to watch.

The woman said, “She is offering you her husband.” I looked at the village woman in shock. “It would be a great honor for her and her husband and the village, if you accepted.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Remember what they are thinking about you. Not that they really think you are Celina, but that you embody her. Remember what Celina did when she stayed in the village with our ancestors. Remember that she was brought into the people’s homes and they shared in everything. We are a simple people, Annie. Some would believe you ARE Celina; others that you are her spirit; others that you are a representation, an embodiment of her. Tradition … legend … myth … they are powerful element in our lives.”

I looked at Sylvia who had a concerned look on her face. I smiled, “It’s alright, Sylvia. This is turning into quite the experience, isn’t it …” I turned to the woman, “Where …?”

“She will know … their hut or somewhere she has ready.”

I turned to the couple, I put my hands out to the two of them. The woman turned and led the way to a hut a 100 yards away and behind several others. The man continued to appraise me as we walked. This was different. The women of the compound, if there was interaction, it was inside the compound, away from others. This … was different … and I certainly was different. A Guero was one thing, but a woman with a mythical aspect was entirely another.

The woman, however, seemed determined and deliberate. She appeared in her actions and manner to be stronger than might otherwise be expected. The hut, once it was obvious where we were headed, was modest and simple, even for the huts we had passed. The couple were not young, nor were they old. They might be considered middle-aged but there was also no indication of c***dren either currently or having grown in the hut. The woman had a single marking on her breast, the paw print with no other dots surrounding it and there was no evidence of a dog anywhere around the hut.

The woman pushed the door to the hut open and stood to the side. The man kept a hold of my hand and led the way inside. When I stood in the frame of the door, I stopped, still holding his hand but now reaching and taking the hand of the woman. She hesitated, seeming confused and reluctant that I wanted to include her, but my hand was strong around hers and my intention firm against her confusion and reluctance.

Inside, they stood before me, the feeling that this wasn’t going the way she anticipated or expected. As if to clarify the situation that I might be misunderstanding, she touched my left breast, traced the new markings shown there with her right hand and put her left palm on her husband’s chest. I smiled at them both. I was aware of the request, the intention, I merely wanted it expanded. I shook my head. They both looked concerned, embarrassed at the turn of events, fearful that now I was rejecting the invitation. I stepped up to the man, put my hands on the sides of his face and kissed him lightly on the lips. I smiled at him. I turned my head to look at the woman and smiled at her, then stepped to her and repeated the actions of the kiss. I again smiled at them. I put my palms on both of their chests and nodded. To be sure of my intention, then, I pointed with an index finger onto my chest, then touched each of them. They shared a look between them and grasped each other’s hands. They then parted their hands, each taking one of mine, and led me to the mat on the floor in one corner.

I stopped them at the edge of the mat. I was the only one naked. True, they only had light cloth wrapped around their waists, but … I stepped in front of the woman, took her face in my hands and kissed her on the mouth. She pulled back slightly, but not completely. I searched her eyes for a sign. Her eyes searched mine. I smiled at her as my eyes shifted to her lips and I kissed her, again. This time she did not react by pulling away, instead she relaxed into me. My hands dropped to her shoulders and down her arms. As they did, I separated enough to see her body. My hands were now on her hips, untying the fastening at her right hip. When it released, the cloth dropped silently to the rough wood floor. Stepped into her, again. This time, after kissing her on the lips, I trailed my kisses to her chin, chest, breasts and nipples, stomach and abdomen, and, finally, her pubic mound covered in soft hair, like that under her arms. I kissed her mound and using my hands on the inside of her thighs, gently encouraged her to open her legs for me. I kissed directly onto her pussy and she shivered. I rose up her body with another kiss to the lips.

I then stepped to the side to be in front of her husband and repeated the entire process. I felt the woman watching as I kissed and unrobed her man, as I kissed my way down his body, as I kissed his penis, kissing it until it was a fully hard cock needing attention. She watched me just as her husband had watch before.

I moved them to lie on the mat, side by side. They took each other’s hand. I smiled. Love is love. The biggest cities of the richest countries or the smallest villages of a remote jungle. These two weren’t just husband and wife, tired partners of life; these two were still lovers, still energized by each other. And she had offered her mate, her lover to me in some token of thanks, gratitude, or respect … or something. I didn’t know what it was, why she had done it, but I was told to accept it. So, here we are, but I have turned it on them. Instead of them giving to me, I intend to give to them. Instead, it will be a token of my thanks, gratitude, and respect for their way of life and tradition.

With both of them on their backs, I spread her legs, stroking with my hands up the inside of her thighs, slowly turning my hands to the tops to brush over her mound, not yet touching her pussy. I lean over her and kiss her abdomen, down over her mound, but avoiding, for now, directly onto her pussy.

I then moved to her man. Both of their heads rose off the mat to watch what I did. I was now only intent on my intention, not what they had envisioned occurring when she made the initial offer of only her man being with me. I encourage his legs open, too. But, I also took his left leg and placed it over her right leg so they are in contact and can encourage each other to be open to me, together to be open to this experience.

I proceeded the same way, my hands sliding up the inside of his thigh, turning up to avoid his hard penis, leaning over to kiss his abdomen. But, his hard cock is right there, unavoidable as I kiss his lower body. I kiss on either side of his cock, but it is right there. Visually it is obvious to me, unavoidably obvious and present. My cheek grazes the side of it and I feel it twitch in response. My kisses move down into his pubic hair and I see his cock rise off his abdomen, straining without intention at my proximity and touch.

I end the anticipation for both of us. It was without conscious consideration or plan. It just was. I was kissing his abdomen … the next instant his cock head was in my mouth. I sucked on it. I took more into my mouth. My mouth went down on it, then raised back to the head. I sucked and twirled my tongue around it. I pulled off and looked up his body at him. His eyes were squinted and his mouth was uttering soft moans. But, I also saw his wife’s face. Her eyes were filled with lust, too. Her hand gripping his as I found my right hand at her pussy, fingers playing over her lips, her wet lips. As I looked into her eyes, my mouth kissing her husband’s cock, I inserted a finger into her. Her head fell back to the mat, but they continued holding hands, both raising their hips partially off the mat in response to my touch.

Now was the time for the next part. I crawled over them, kissing each, then lay on my back, bending my knees and spreading them, opening myself to their view. I motioned to the man. I was preparing to make love to this couple and I didn’t even know their names. He looked at my pussy, then to his wife who was smiling at him. He moved between my legs and lowered his body over mine, positioning his cock at the entrance to my pussy. I kissed the side of his neck as he placed his cock head at the opening into me and pressed gently into me, only inches, but inside me. I gasped and moaned at the feeling, capturing in my eyes the look of pleasure on his wife’s face at that moment.

I put my hands on his shoulder and stopped any further movement. He looked into my eyes, confused and concerned. I smiled at him, then looked at his wife and motioned for her to come to us. She crawled onto the mat to join us. I took her arm and pulled, encouraging without the ability to speak, encouraging her to continue further towards my head until her knees were at my head. I touched her right knee and indicated to the right side of my head. She looked at me bewildered for a moment, then it came to her what it was I wanted. Her husband seemed to understand at the same moment, lifting himself to his knees, his cock still inside me. I lifter my legs and placed them over his shoulders and he drove his cock further in. The woman straddled my head and, with my hands on her hips, I pulled her down onto my mouth and tongue. I felt him press into me, withdraw partially and press back in. He established a comfortable motion. Then, I used my hands on the woman’s back to press her toward her husband. I could see nothing, but by their shifting on top of me, I knew they were kissing and hugging as the three of us made love.

We didn’t cum together. There was no magical or mystical happening for us like that. Instead, it seemed that one climax seemed to be the fuse that lit the other two. The man was the first to climax and that released me. The woman must have felt my orgasmic response. I had been chewing on her pussy lips when my orgasm hit, my mouth opening and shifting very slightly. When I closed my teeth again it was on her clit. One … two … three. I was absorbed in my own orgasm, vaguely aware of theirs enough to find satisfaction that it was mutually experienced. It wasn’t until later that I was to learn that our sounds and cries drew a crowd of curious celebrators outside the hut.

Outside the hut, now all three of us remaining naked, we walked into a crowd of villagers attracted by the sounds of our encounter inside. The couple were pulled in one direction, people seeking information and answers to questions. Sylvia pulled me to the side, “You keep doing it. The custom is for the man alone to be with the guide, which they apparently feel you are now.”

I watched the activity around the couple, both of who looked over to me with smiles as they spoke to their fellow villagers in animated dialog. “Perhaps … but I think it is what was bothering me before.” Just then, the woman from the compound appeared and made a similar comment that Sylvia translated for me. “As I was telling Sylvia, it is what bothered me before. It may have become the custom for the village men to come to you in honor or respect or thanks. But … and, again, I don’t mean any disrespect … but do you really think that was what happened when Celina was here in the villages? You said she stayed with families in their huts where the things of life were shared with her … not brought to her at an isolating compound.”

I was nervous that I might have over spoken, taken the liberty of dialog too far. The woman was quiet … very quiet and I became more nervous. I could see the same reaction in Sylvia, too. Then the woman left, melting into the crowd.

I turned to Sylvia, “I may have said too much. I am sorry if everything has been ruined by that honesty.”

My worry was for naught, however. The woman returned with several other compound women of the villages. She took me to the gate of the compound where it was now quieter, the celebration occurring in the village proper. She indicated that she had taken my comments to the other women. She admitted that the comments had caused some stunned reaction momentarily, just like it had with her. But, they quickly became embarrassed that what was so obvious to me had escaped their consideration and realization. Embarrassed, she conceded that they apparently were no better than others who had attained some element of influence and power. Somewhere along the way of living the ideal of Celina, over time, the influence the women had been given allowed them to turn the position from serving the women of the villages to being revered by the women of the villages.

She gave me a hug and thank you. The other women did so in turn. The woman I knew then touched the marks on my left breast, “Our newest member has shown us the correct path we wandered from.” She gave me a big smile.

The villagers found us, again. Another couple came up to me, indicated with sign-language their intention, and they took me off to their hut. I was to learn from Sylvia the next day that it was repeated with the other women, too. The compounds would be taken apart, the buildings remaining for demonstration and community, but the area of the buildings formally contained within the compounds would be integrated into the villages. All of that was to be discovered later, however. This night was not nearly completed. Several more couples would be taking me to their huts well into the night.

* * * CHAPTER 9 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.