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CHAPTER 5
The following day, Sylvia showed up at the barn. Sylvia had looked around the administration building, but nobody had seen Annie. That’s what led her to the a****l complex. Amy spotted her exiting the building to the area of pens and corral. She was manhandling one of the horses to the side as she assisted Tami in the inspection of its hoof. When Sylvia got in a position for a clear view of the two women, she was surprised. They were both naked, except for the collars around their necks.
“Sylvia! What a nice surprise. What bring you out here?”
“Annie. I can’t find her and we need to talk.”
Amy stopped wrestling with the horse, causing Tami to stop, also. They both stood leaning on the horse, breathing hard. Tami smiled at Sylvia, “Sometimes, these guys get little obstinate.”
Amy, “Annie seemed out of sorts this morning. She wouldn’t say why, which is not like her. Tami or I are usually able to get her to open up. Whatever it is, she is holding it in. Did something happen last night when you two were here?”
“Yes … well, no … I mean, I might not have handled something very well. I think I have worried her. I told her that she and I are going to the mainland for a****ls tomorrow. Getting the a****ls will be complicated … I think I gave her reason to be nervous.”
Amy, “Well, you know Annie, if she can help you, she will. It won’t matter if it is complicated or difficult. She has faith in you and would do anything to help you and the resort. You know that, right?”
“I know that. Sometimes that bothers me. And, I feel you guys feel the same way about Annie. I feel like there are some people who are blindly following my vision. It’s more than I am used to.”
Amy and Tami stepped away from the horse and each put a hand on Sylvia’s shoulders. “Annie has faith in your vision. That’s good enough for us.” Amy looked at Tami, “The cove?” Tami nodded. “The cove, I think you will find her swimming in the cove. Lately, she has taken to using swimming in the cove as an escape. She’s so passionate about this that it is surprising to realize, but Annie is more introvert than not. She needs her quiet space.”
Sylvia turned to crawl through the railings to short cut to the path. The two women looked after the older woman, looked to each other, and shrugged. They went back to working on the horse.
* * * *
Swimming in the cove had become a tranquil, peaceful form of getting away without being very far away. This might be a little different because it was a time when the rest of the group were attending to the a****ls. They seemed to sense my need for this time, though. I sensed that, in large part, that was Amy’s recognition and influence on the others. None the less, this time was what I needed. Sylvia had left me the night before with an unresolved worry and it had frustrated me. This swimming, though, was easing not only the tension in my body, but the tension in my mind.
I stopped swimming near the middle of the cove and treaded water as I scanned the water surface toward the open water beyond the cove inlet. A couple of days ago, I had seen a lone dolphin breaking the water surface periodically. I have since been hopeful of being in the water when it might return. No such luck, though.
I turned slowly in place to scan the surrounding shoreline, more in curiosity than concern or anticipation of seeing anything in particular. I did see something I wasn’t expecting, however. Sylvia. And, she was waving at me. I waved back to her and stroked in to shore and the beach where she was standing. When I touched the sandy bottom on my stroke, I pulled my legs forward and stood in the shallow water. She looked my body over as I walked to the beach, water glistening off my naked body, my long hair plastered smoothly on my head and onto my back. I studied her, as well. To my satisfaction, she looked sheepish.
“I’m sorry for last night, Annie. I handled that badly. I realize that now. I left you with too many questions and uncertainty.” She opened her arms to me. I looked at her, them, and walked right into them, getting her wet in the process. “You’re already too important to me in far more ways than the resort. You deserve better from me. I’m sorry.”
I took her hand and led her up to the cottage porch where I wiped the sand off my feet and took the towel d****d over the railing. “Then tell me. What’s going on, Sylvia? Why did you say last night that you ‘had’ to mate with the dog? Why are you insisting on going somewhere that doesn’t like outsiders and really don’t like whites?”
* * * *
She started the story and warned me that it would be long. She always knew that the resort would need more a****ls and she also knew they had to be experienced a****ls. She knew exactly where to get them, but … it was complicated:
She always thought the talk was legend, rumor, mystical talk that often comes out of the jungles. She heard bits of conversation, words strung together that made no sense, at least not to a sophisticate woman of money and status. She married a dashing, dangerous seeming Brazilian man who was the talk of many parts of South America. She wasn’t young or impressionable, but she was completely taken by him. He was a good decade older than her but it never seemed to matter. If she was taken by him, it was returned completely. He was devoted to her and they were open and sharing. That is, open about everything but his past, his family, where he came from. There was a mystery there, one that took years of gentle prodding to unleash. At first, she was convinced he was creating a fabulous story to cover something else, something that she began to worry was far worse. There seemed to her that there was two ways to acquire the kind of wealth as his: i*****l manipulation and activity; or, legal manipulation. She began to worry that it was i*****l and began to wonder if she shouldn’t be afraid. It was only her fear that allowed him to completely open up to her, but even then it took him many trips to Brazil before he could divulge what she wanted to know about him. Even then, there were promises and assurances that needed to be made before he was allowed. It ultimately meant a trip herself, the first of many to follow, to his family’s home.
Those same promises and assurances were still intact. They were the reason for her delay in making plans. There was, in her words, ‘problems’ with her request of us going to the villages to procure a****ls.
She was to learn that her husband’s family was from a string of villages in the Brazilian jungle inhabited by an indigenous people with customs and society uniquely their own. Not unlike a hundred other indigenous peoples in the vast Brazilian jungles. These villages are far to the northeast, much closer to the southern Venezuelan finger border than the big cities of Brazil. She explained that the languages of the area are sometimes a mix of indigenous, Spanish, and Portuguese. She said that Brazil had two conquering nations attempt to take it over. The Spanish came in with armies and warriors. They were defeated and driven out. The Portuguese came in with trade, giving as they took, creating a dependency. It is the reason Brazil speaks Portuguese and not Spanish. But, the area still retains some of the Spanish mixed in. She likened it to the mix of Creole in the bayou of Louisiana.
Her husband’s father, as a boy, left the village to attend schooling in a town. He was one of the first. When he became a young man, he saw the dangers of the societies outside. He saw the greed, the evil, and the unrelenting wanting. He returned to the villages, partly to avoid the outside but partly to warn the villages of the dangers the outside represented. But, he wasn’t naive to think they could live in isolation forever, not against such societies. So, when his oldest son, her husband, was old enough, he too was sent off for outside education. His son, her husband, had a strength that the father didn’t have, a strength needed to dominate even on the outside.
Her husband was driven, a fanatic, to succeed in gaining wealth and influence. But, he had an advantage. He knew where certain reserves of minerals could be found. By the time he was 30 years old, he was already a major influence. By the time he was 40, when Sylvia met him, he had influence with the Brazilian government. It is that influence that has guaranteed the security of the villages. But, it also took a strict adherence to secrecy about not only the location of the villages, but the uniqueness of the villages’ customs and society.
In their society, females and males are equal in the society, each with responsibilities and roles. Neither with more society powerful than the other. There was/is another part of their society where that’s not true. There is a part where women are revered by their sexual prowess, but not with men. The society is open to women and a****ls, not that all women are involved, many are not … but, most are at some level. Women who attain the highest levels are revered and honored in the villages. It is a part of their everyday life privately and a part of their festivals publicly. Never, however, are outsiders allowed to participate or be present. It began simply generations before when the people were entirely primitive and completely isolated. The people gave thanks for the abundance they had from the environment around them. The people gave thanks in many ways, the women offering themselves to the males of the species was one and it became a key to the people, coincidentally, as their abundance seemed to increase. It became a traditional custom of the people and their isolation eliminated any guilt about the practice. It became an intertwined part of their life.
Word slowly, over generations, spread out from the jungle, however. Initially, not in a recriminating way, but an interest kind of way. Gentrified women on estates heard about the legends and, being used to the new idea of getting whatever they wanted, sent scouts out in search of these women. The people were enticed to assist, show, teach, and train this new rich class of women in the ways of the village practices.
Sylvia stopped, looked at me, gauging my reaction so far. “Have you ever heard of the practice of belly riding?”
“You mean the legend. I have heard of it. I have researched it. When I decided that someday, when I would take a horse cock, belly riding was the next thing that came to my mind. But, everything I can find on the subject is conjecture, presumption. There appears to be no first-hand knowledge or evidence. Unlike almost everything else, there are no pictures, much less video.”
She said that it is a practice. The practice spread from these villages to the estates and the surrounding villages. The estate women even participated in festivals while belly riding. Until real civilization came and the recriminations of the civilized world. The practice died out as a result of guilt and condemnation. Except in the remote villages where it began. But, in response to the encroaching civilized world’s negative influence, they isolated themselves even more, eliminating contact and access to the outside.
Today, the old traditions are carried on still. Privately. Outsiders are not allowed. Sylvia is accepted in the villages because of her tie to her husband’s family. But, even that acceptance does not extend to her viewing the playing out of the traditions. Now, only native women are even allowed to participate and only native villagers are allowed to witness the traditions. Despite the pressures from the outside, they have withstood the encroachment, largely by the influence of her past husband’s efforts to ensure the villages’ isolation and protection. Young women are still encouraged to take up the practice and honor the traditions. They are not required to participate. Some do not. Most do, though.
This is where they can get a plentiful supply of a****ls for their purpose for the resort and that are experienced in being with women. It is also where Annie can be trained in taking a horse. But, getting a****ls from the villagers will not be straightforward.
Sylvia paused. The background seemed concluded, she was considering her next comments, comments more immediately affecting them.
“With my connections through my husband’s family, I am able to get both of us into the villages, but even that was questionable for a while. But, for us to get the a****ls we want, it will be a trial. I mean a literal trial. They are reluctant to deal with outsiders, even with me for the a****ls. It is still a matter of control of the traditions.”
I watched her. She was struggling but I could see that she was completely open and honest. “What kind of trial? What can we do to convince them?”
She smiled at me and sighed, “Not we … you. I described you and what we were needing the a****ls for. They asked questions about you and found it interesting that you were already familiar with several species, that you wanted to mate with horses, too. I told them that you may be like them.”
“So they decided they would test me? What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know. But, whatever it is, they will need to be impressed. They aren’t abusive, Annie, but they may be demanding. You can stop at any time and we will just leave.”
“But without the a****ls?”
“Maybe.”
I felt tired and it hadn’t started. a****ls had always been about pleasure and relating to the a****ls. It had never been to impress someone or as a reason to get something. Would this coming experience change the way I considered a****ls?
* * * *
Travel to the villages in such a remote location proved as challenging as Sylvia had described it. We moved by boat from our island to the Trinidad island, then a commercial plane to Caracas, Venezuela; another commercial plane to Manaus, Brazil; and, finally, a small plane to a remote airstrip located at a friendly ranch. That took the entire day of daylight. I was told that traveling the rest of the way into the jungle would only be done in daylight. We were met at the little airstrip by a man from the villages in an old, rusty pickup truck. We were given accommodations at the ranch for the night and told that we would be on our way after breakfast in the morning.
Sylvia and I shared a small bedroom with a single double bed. The day and night had been hot and humid. I was told this was what the time in the villages would consist of with occasional afternoon down pouring of rain, which would do little to relieve the humidity, but instead magnify it as the sun came back out. The people we were headed for were of the Guarani tribal grouping of villages. The villages of the people consisted of two larger villages and more smaller villages. The village we would enter first was the face to the outside, for the few times that happened, mostly from government visits from departments of health, welfare, and natural resources. The other villages were strung out further into the jungle along a river that was still used for transportation and fishing. The smaller villages were located at points of specific advantage for growing, fishing, or timber. In the middle of the smaller villages was the larger, main village, which acted as the hub for the tribal, cultural, and social activities. Sylvia reinforced to me that it would be at the first, outside contact, village where the first test would be evaluated by some women. If we were allowed further, it would be to one of the smaller villages. If we were allowed further after evaluation and judgement, it would be then to the larger inside village. If I made it to being accepted to training for mating with a horse, it would be there.
The trip from the ranch and into the jungle would be by the old truck. The cab was very small. The box in back was very dirty, open, and exposed. The ride was approximately five hours depending on the rain, rivers, and blockage of the trail. Sylvia indicated that the road was little more than a trail from lack of use and intentionally to discourage its use by outsiders.
The man put our two suitcases into the back of the truck. In it, already, was a large mutt of a dog. It was clearly used to being outside and, probably, essentially on its own with minimal real support from the man. This was not a pet by any stretch of my imagination, but its demeanor was easy enough to be around. The man then got into the cab behind the steering wheel and leaned over to open the passenger door from the inside. He pointed at Sylvia to sit, then pointed at me and indicated the back. His face displayed a grin that was devilish, at best. Sylvia saw the look, too. As I started to climb into the back with the dog, Sylvia put her hand on my arm and whispered to me so the man might not hear with all the windows of the cab open.
“I think the testing might already have started. Remember, you can stop anytime, do what you want, or not what you don’t want. We can just go back to the island.”
I put my hand over the one on my arm, “Leave without the a****ls? I don’t think so.” She looked at me with concern. “You’ll have your answer soon regarding my decision.” Now, she looked at me puzzled. I just smiled and climbed into the back, stroking my new travel companion.
After about 30 minutes into the drive, I observed that the road was indeed turning into more of a trail than anything you could call a road. The jungle was closing in on the trail with low overhanging foliage. The foliage alongside the trail became so close that on occasion the truck couldn’t avoid being rubbed by it. The trail surface itself deteriorate along with the other. And, it seemed especially noticeable riding in the back of the truck with nothing other some rough blankets and coverings to provide any cushioning between my body and the hard steel of the truck bed.
The dog’s presence was just another part of the ride that I noticed becoming more prominent. He may have seemed every bit the mongrel, and I was sure he was, but there was another side to him that I saw as we shared the same space, bouncing around, jostling against each other. He was very comfortable with me … very comfortable. It suddenly occurred to me that something Sylvia said might be right. She had said that the test may have already begun. I took it to mean the ride, not complaining about the length or roughness or solitude or confinement with a dog. I now was thinking it might be different than that, very different. To test myself and the situation, I moved to the side where the dog was lying. I purposely stroked him, his shoulders and side, then moving to his stomach. I glanced over my shoulder and found the driver adjusting the mirror to watch. I was feeling more confident about my suspicions all the time. I touched the dogs sheath and found his cock slip out an inch almost instantly with no flinch from him. That alone is unusual except in an a****l very familiar with being with women intimately.
I tapped on the back window of the cab and indicated for the driver to stop. Sylvia got out of the cab and I jumped over the side of the box. I stepped up to her for quiet conversation, even though I had only heard the man speak Portuguese.
“Do you really think the evaluation of me has already begun?”
“Since we got into the truck, yes. Why?”
“Since we have no way of knowing what they are looking for, whatever I do, can I embarrass you?”
She looked deeply into my eyes and put her hands on my shoulders. “Never! Annie … I want you to know something. I am not saying this because we are here and what you are prepared to do to get these a****ls. If I had a daughter … I would want her to be like you. You are strong, but loving. I don’t want you to be hurt. a****ls aren’t worth that to me.”
I took her face in my hands and smiled at her. “Don’t worry. You are the only one on the island that knows my whole story. You know the changes I have been through.” I smiled at here and kissed her on the lips. “I feel another big change coming … somewhere along the way … something significant.”
The driver said something. I looked at Sylvia and she interpreted, “He says to hurry, we are losing time.”
I hugged her, reached into the truck bed and removed my suitcase. The driver saw and stepped out of the truck to protest, but Sylvia held up her hand as she saw me unzip the case and flip it open. I removed my shoes and socks, then my blouse and bra, and completed my strip by removing my shorts and panties. I dropped each into the case and zipped it back up, throwing it back into the box of the truck. I felt like I was getting ready to start an episode of Naked and Afraid. I was indeed naked, but not afraid … anxious and excited perhaps, but not afraid.
I climbed back into the box of the truck and the driver started off, again. It wasn’t long before the mangy dog and I got much friendlier. It took a little persuasion to get the dog on its side. I had little question but that it would have jumped right up onto my back if I turned to him. Since I don’t like the incessant poking and frustration of several tries before a dog is well seated inside, I prefer my method of getting the dog hard and expose with my hands and mouth prior to being mounted. Despite the appearance of the dog, I put my faith in the anatomy of dogs and the cock being hidden inside the sheath. He may be mangy, but hopefully his cock wasn’t.
This proved more difficult than normal, however, by the jostling and bouncing of the truck on the poor road. In fact, I had my mouth around the cock and was thinking it may be out far enough to be mounted, when the truck hit a hole in the road and the bounce threw both the dog and me six inches into the air. I heard the immediate laughter from the driver. I turned and saw him watching through the mirror, but I also saw Sylvia slap his arm and indicate that he should pay better attention to the road. She looked back at me and winked. I had no idea what the ‘testing’ and ‘evaluation’ and ‘impressing’ was all about, but since the women of these people were into a****ls, this should be a good start.
The bounce scared the hell out of the dog and it took me moments longer to settle him down. I noticed, though, that the speed of the truck had reduced somewhat and he seemed to be making a better effort to avoid holes and bumps. I made a final suck of his cock, having a good four inches of it exposed. I moved blankets around quickly to kneel on and moved to present my ass to him. I could hear him scrambling to his feet at the sight of my ass. I knew he was experienced! He was on my back in an instant, his weight causing me to groan. I slipped my hand between my legs, felt his cock probing, and guided it into my pussy. I sighed at being filled by dog cock, again. This seemed so obscene, riding in the back of a truck being fucked by a dog. At the same time, it felt so liberating. I sensed that there was another change coming and the sense was being magnified now. At the same time that I had the sensation of obscenity, I also had the sensation of something new happening, something beyond who I had been. A sensation or awareness that what was about to come, what I was about to experience in the coming days, was going to change me, again.
It seemed that I couldn’t stop moaning and gasping. The sensation and experience was completely different. Not because of the dog; this was just a dog and one that I had no emotional connection with. The experience, though, was driven by being mated in the back of a truck as it jostled and jolted us back and forth, side to side, and bounced us up and down. The normally frantic humping of a dog was overridden by the wild movements of the truck. With a sense that the movements could jolt us apart before we were tied, I put a hand to the back to hold his thigh to mine, but the movements were too much for a three-point support, I needed both arms to stabilize myself, especially with the added weight and support required with the dog on top of me.
The passing of the knot into me was almost violent, not by his actions but the situation. The knot was jammed into me by the movements of the truck and my cry of surprise and pain caused both people in the truck cab to turn around to look at me. I only had a sense of that, though. Now, with the knot inside me locking us together, the experience moved to another level. The jostling and bumping of the truck moved the knot and cock wildly inside me, hitting very familiar spots as well as new and interesting spots.
I exploded before he did … but only moments before, my pussy clamping and clenching around the cock and knot providing additionally wonderful sensations. The time afterward, tied to the dog, was awkward but interesting. While this is often a time of quiet enjoyment and reliving the recent experience of mating, the constant and erratic motion from the truck was more erotic and stimulating than any intentional pulling against the knot I might perform. My body’s reaction to it was slowly rising toward another minor orgasm when the knot was suddenly jerked out of me during a sharp drop of the back wheel into a hole. Although disappointing, I was assured of a need to experience this dog again … it was, after all, going to be a long ride …
* * * CHAPTER 6 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
The following day, Sylvia showed up at the barn. Sylvia had looked around the administration building, but nobody had seen Annie. That’s what led her to the a****l complex. Amy spotted her exiting the building to the area of pens and corral. She was manhandling one of the horses to the side as she assisted Tami in the inspection of its hoof. When Sylvia got in a position for a clear view of the two women, she was surprised. They were both naked, except for the collars around their necks.
“Sylvia! What a nice surprise. What bring you out here?”
“Annie. I can’t find her and we need to talk.”
Amy stopped wrestling with the horse, causing Tami to stop, also. They both stood leaning on the horse, breathing hard. Tami smiled at Sylvia, “Sometimes, these guys get little obstinate.”
Amy, “Annie seemed out of sorts this morning. She wouldn’t say why, which is not like her. Tami or I are usually able to get her to open up. Whatever it is, she is holding it in. Did something happen last night when you two were here?”
“Yes … well, no … I mean, I might not have handled something very well. I think I have worried her. I told her that she and I are going to the mainland for a****ls tomorrow. Getting the a****ls will be complicated … I think I gave her reason to be nervous.”
Amy, “Well, you know Annie, if she can help you, she will. It won’t matter if it is complicated or difficult. She has faith in you and would do anything to help you and the resort. You know that, right?”
“I know that. Sometimes that bothers me. And, I feel you guys feel the same way about Annie. I feel like there are some people who are blindly following my vision. It’s more than I am used to.”
Amy and Tami stepped away from the horse and each put a hand on Sylvia’s shoulders. “Annie has faith in your vision. That’s good enough for us.” Amy looked at Tami, “The cove?” Tami nodded. “The cove, I think you will find her swimming in the cove. Lately, she has taken to using swimming in the cove as an escape. She’s so passionate about this that it is surprising to realize, but Annie is more introvert than not. She needs her quiet space.”
Sylvia turned to crawl through the railings to short cut to the path. The two women looked after the older woman, looked to each other, and shrugged. They went back to working on the horse.
* * * *
Swimming in the cove had become a tranquil, peaceful form of getting away without being very far away. This might be a little different because it was a time when the rest of the group were attending to the a****ls. They seemed to sense my need for this time, though. I sensed that, in large part, that was Amy’s recognition and influence on the others. None the less, this time was what I needed. Sylvia had left me the night before with an unresolved worry and it had frustrated me. This swimming, though, was easing not only the tension in my body, but the tension in my mind.
I stopped swimming near the middle of the cove and treaded water as I scanned the water surface toward the open water beyond the cove inlet. A couple of days ago, I had seen a lone dolphin breaking the water surface periodically. I have since been hopeful of being in the water when it might return. No such luck, though.
I turned slowly in place to scan the surrounding shoreline, more in curiosity than concern or anticipation of seeing anything in particular. I did see something I wasn’t expecting, however. Sylvia. And, she was waving at me. I waved back to her and stroked in to shore and the beach where she was standing. When I touched the sandy bottom on my stroke, I pulled my legs forward and stood in the shallow water. She looked my body over as I walked to the beach, water glistening off my naked body, my long hair plastered smoothly on my head and onto my back. I studied her, as well. To my satisfaction, she looked sheepish.
“I’m sorry for last night, Annie. I handled that badly. I realize that now. I left you with too many questions and uncertainty.” She opened her arms to me. I looked at her, them, and walked right into them, getting her wet in the process. “You’re already too important to me in far more ways than the resort. You deserve better from me. I’m sorry.”
I took her hand and led her up to the cottage porch where I wiped the sand off my feet and took the towel d****d over the railing. “Then tell me. What’s going on, Sylvia? Why did you say last night that you ‘had’ to mate with the dog? Why are you insisting on going somewhere that doesn’t like outsiders and really don’t like whites?”
* * * *
She started the story and warned me that it would be long. She always knew that the resort would need more a****ls and she also knew they had to be experienced a****ls. She knew exactly where to get them, but … it was complicated:
She always thought the talk was legend, rumor, mystical talk that often comes out of the jungles. She heard bits of conversation, words strung together that made no sense, at least not to a sophisticate woman of money and status. She married a dashing, dangerous seeming Brazilian man who was the talk of many parts of South America. She wasn’t young or impressionable, but she was completely taken by him. He was a good decade older than her but it never seemed to matter. If she was taken by him, it was returned completely. He was devoted to her and they were open and sharing. That is, open about everything but his past, his family, where he came from. There was a mystery there, one that took years of gentle prodding to unleash. At first, she was convinced he was creating a fabulous story to cover something else, something that she began to worry was far worse. There seemed to her that there was two ways to acquire the kind of wealth as his: i*****l manipulation and activity; or, legal manipulation. She began to worry that it was i*****l and began to wonder if she shouldn’t be afraid. It was only her fear that allowed him to completely open up to her, but even then it took him many trips to Brazil before he could divulge what she wanted to know about him. Even then, there were promises and assurances that needed to be made before he was allowed. It ultimately meant a trip herself, the first of many to follow, to his family’s home.
Those same promises and assurances were still intact. They were the reason for her delay in making plans. There was, in her words, ‘problems’ with her request of us going to the villages to procure a****ls.
She was to learn that her husband’s family was from a string of villages in the Brazilian jungle inhabited by an indigenous people with customs and society uniquely their own. Not unlike a hundred other indigenous peoples in the vast Brazilian jungles. These villages are far to the northeast, much closer to the southern Venezuelan finger border than the big cities of Brazil. She explained that the languages of the area are sometimes a mix of indigenous, Spanish, and Portuguese. She said that Brazil had two conquering nations attempt to take it over. The Spanish came in with armies and warriors. They were defeated and driven out. The Portuguese came in with trade, giving as they took, creating a dependency. It is the reason Brazil speaks Portuguese and not Spanish. But, the area still retains some of the Spanish mixed in. She likened it to the mix of Creole in the bayou of Louisiana.
Her husband’s father, as a boy, left the village to attend schooling in a town. He was one of the first. When he became a young man, he saw the dangers of the societies outside. He saw the greed, the evil, and the unrelenting wanting. He returned to the villages, partly to avoid the outside but partly to warn the villages of the dangers the outside represented. But, he wasn’t naive to think they could live in isolation forever, not against such societies. So, when his oldest son, her husband, was old enough, he too was sent off for outside education. His son, her husband, had a strength that the father didn’t have, a strength needed to dominate even on the outside.
Her husband was driven, a fanatic, to succeed in gaining wealth and influence. But, he had an advantage. He knew where certain reserves of minerals could be found. By the time he was 30 years old, he was already a major influence. By the time he was 40, when Sylvia met him, he had influence with the Brazilian government. It is that influence that has guaranteed the security of the villages. But, it also took a strict adherence to secrecy about not only the location of the villages, but the uniqueness of the villages’ customs and society.
In their society, females and males are equal in the society, each with responsibilities and roles. Neither with more society powerful than the other. There was/is another part of their society where that’s not true. There is a part where women are revered by their sexual prowess, but not with men. The society is open to women and a****ls, not that all women are involved, many are not … but, most are at some level. Women who attain the highest levels are revered and honored in the villages. It is a part of their everyday life privately and a part of their festivals publicly. Never, however, are outsiders allowed to participate or be present. It began simply generations before when the people were entirely primitive and completely isolated. The people gave thanks for the abundance they had from the environment around them. The people gave thanks in many ways, the women offering themselves to the males of the species was one and it became a key to the people, coincidentally, as their abundance seemed to increase. It became a traditional custom of the people and their isolation eliminated any guilt about the practice. It became an intertwined part of their life.
Word slowly, over generations, spread out from the jungle, however. Initially, not in a recriminating way, but an interest kind of way. Gentrified women on estates heard about the legends and, being used to the new idea of getting whatever they wanted, sent scouts out in search of these women. The people were enticed to assist, show, teach, and train this new rich class of women in the ways of the village practices.
Sylvia stopped, looked at me, gauging my reaction so far. “Have you ever heard of the practice of belly riding?”
“You mean the legend. I have heard of it. I have researched it. When I decided that someday, when I would take a horse cock, belly riding was the next thing that came to my mind. But, everything I can find on the subject is conjecture, presumption. There appears to be no first-hand knowledge or evidence. Unlike almost everything else, there are no pictures, much less video.”
She said that it is a practice. The practice spread from these villages to the estates and the surrounding villages. The estate women even participated in festivals while belly riding. Until real civilization came and the recriminations of the civilized world. The practice died out as a result of guilt and condemnation. Except in the remote villages where it began. But, in response to the encroaching civilized world’s negative influence, they isolated themselves even more, eliminating contact and access to the outside.
Today, the old traditions are carried on still. Privately. Outsiders are not allowed. Sylvia is accepted in the villages because of her tie to her husband’s family. But, even that acceptance does not extend to her viewing the playing out of the traditions. Now, only native women are even allowed to participate and only native villagers are allowed to witness the traditions. Despite the pressures from the outside, they have withstood the encroachment, largely by the influence of her past husband’s efforts to ensure the villages’ isolation and protection. Young women are still encouraged to take up the practice and honor the traditions. They are not required to participate. Some do not. Most do, though.
This is where they can get a plentiful supply of a****ls for their purpose for the resort and that are experienced in being with women. It is also where Annie can be trained in taking a horse. But, getting a****ls from the villagers will not be straightforward.
Sylvia paused. The background seemed concluded, she was considering her next comments, comments more immediately affecting them.
“With my connections through my husband’s family, I am able to get both of us into the villages, but even that was questionable for a while. But, for us to get the a****ls we want, it will be a trial. I mean a literal trial. They are reluctant to deal with outsiders, even with me for the a****ls. It is still a matter of control of the traditions.”
I watched her. She was struggling but I could see that she was completely open and honest. “What kind of trial? What can we do to convince them?”
She smiled at me and sighed, “Not we … you. I described you and what we were needing the a****ls for. They asked questions about you and found it interesting that you were already familiar with several species, that you wanted to mate with horses, too. I told them that you may be like them.”
“So they decided they would test me? What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know. But, whatever it is, they will need to be impressed. They aren’t abusive, Annie, but they may be demanding. You can stop at any time and we will just leave.”
“But without the a****ls?”
“Maybe.”
I felt tired and it hadn’t started. a****ls had always been about pleasure and relating to the a****ls. It had never been to impress someone or as a reason to get something. Would this coming experience change the way I considered a****ls?
* * * *
Travel to the villages in such a remote location proved as challenging as Sylvia had described it. We moved by boat from our island to the Trinidad island, then a commercial plane to Caracas, Venezuela; another commercial plane to Manaus, Brazil; and, finally, a small plane to a remote airstrip located at a friendly ranch. That took the entire day of daylight. I was told that traveling the rest of the way into the jungle would only be done in daylight. We were met at the little airstrip by a man from the villages in an old, rusty pickup truck. We were given accommodations at the ranch for the night and told that we would be on our way after breakfast in the morning.
Sylvia and I shared a small bedroom with a single double bed. The day and night had been hot and humid. I was told this was what the time in the villages would consist of with occasional afternoon down pouring of rain, which would do little to relieve the humidity, but instead magnify it as the sun came back out. The people we were headed for were of the Guarani tribal grouping of villages. The villages of the people consisted of two larger villages and more smaller villages. The village we would enter first was the face to the outside, for the few times that happened, mostly from government visits from departments of health, welfare, and natural resources. The other villages were strung out further into the jungle along a river that was still used for transportation and fishing. The smaller villages were located at points of specific advantage for growing, fishing, or timber. In the middle of the smaller villages was the larger, main village, which acted as the hub for the tribal, cultural, and social activities. Sylvia reinforced to me that it would be at the first, outside contact, village where the first test would be evaluated by some women. If we were allowed further, it would be to one of the smaller villages. If we were allowed further after evaluation and judgement, it would be then to the larger inside village. If I made it to being accepted to training for mating with a horse, it would be there.
The trip from the ranch and into the jungle would be by the old truck. The cab was very small. The box in back was very dirty, open, and exposed. The ride was approximately five hours depending on the rain, rivers, and blockage of the trail. Sylvia indicated that the road was little more than a trail from lack of use and intentionally to discourage its use by outsiders.
The man put our two suitcases into the back of the truck. In it, already, was a large mutt of a dog. It was clearly used to being outside and, probably, essentially on its own with minimal real support from the man. This was not a pet by any stretch of my imagination, but its demeanor was easy enough to be around. The man then got into the cab behind the steering wheel and leaned over to open the passenger door from the inside. He pointed at Sylvia to sit, then pointed at me and indicated the back. His face displayed a grin that was devilish, at best. Sylvia saw the look, too. As I started to climb into the back with the dog, Sylvia put her hand on my arm and whispered to me so the man might not hear with all the windows of the cab open.
“I think the testing might already have started. Remember, you can stop anytime, do what you want, or not what you don’t want. We can just go back to the island.”
I put my hand over the one on my arm, “Leave without the a****ls? I don’t think so.” She looked at me with concern. “You’ll have your answer soon regarding my decision.” Now, she looked at me puzzled. I just smiled and climbed into the back, stroking my new travel companion.
After about 30 minutes into the drive, I observed that the road was indeed turning into more of a trail than anything you could call a road. The jungle was closing in on the trail with low overhanging foliage. The foliage alongside the trail became so close that on occasion the truck couldn’t avoid being rubbed by it. The trail surface itself deteriorate along with the other. And, it seemed especially noticeable riding in the back of the truck with nothing other some rough blankets and coverings to provide any cushioning between my body and the hard steel of the truck bed.
The dog’s presence was just another part of the ride that I noticed becoming more prominent. He may have seemed every bit the mongrel, and I was sure he was, but there was another side to him that I saw as we shared the same space, bouncing around, jostling against each other. He was very comfortable with me … very comfortable. It suddenly occurred to me that something Sylvia said might be right. She had said that the test may have already begun. I took it to mean the ride, not complaining about the length or roughness or solitude or confinement with a dog. I now was thinking it might be different than that, very different. To test myself and the situation, I moved to the side where the dog was lying. I purposely stroked him, his shoulders and side, then moving to his stomach. I glanced over my shoulder and found the driver adjusting the mirror to watch. I was feeling more confident about my suspicions all the time. I touched the dogs sheath and found his cock slip out an inch almost instantly with no flinch from him. That alone is unusual except in an a****l very familiar with being with women intimately.
I tapped on the back window of the cab and indicated for the driver to stop. Sylvia got out of the cab and I jumped over the side of the box. I stepped up to her for quiet conversation, even though I had only heard the man speak Portuguese.
“Do you really think the evaluation of me has already begun?”
“Since we got into the truck, yes. Why?”
“Since we have no way of knowing what they are looking for, whatever I do, can I embarrass you?”
She looked deeply into my eyes and put her hands on my shoulders. “Never! Annie … I want you to know something. I am not saying this because we are here and what you are prepared to do to get these a****ls. If I had a daughter … I would want her to be like you. You are strong, but loving. I don’t want you to be hurt. a****ls aren’t worth that to me.”
I took her face in my hands and smiled at her. “Don’t worry. You are the only one on the island that knows my whole story. You know the changes I have been through.” I smiled at here and kissed her on the lips. “I feel another big change coming … somewhere along the way … something significant.”
The driver said something. I looked at Sylvia and she interpreted, “He says to hurry, we are losing time.”
I hugged her, reached into the truck bed and removed my suitcase. The driver saw and stepped out of the truck to protest, but Sylvia held up her hand as she saw me unzip the case and flip it open. I removed my shoes and socks, then my blouse and bra, and completed my strip by removing my shorts and panties. I dropped each into the case and zipped it back up, throwing it back into the box of the truck. I felt like I was getting ready to start an episode of Naked and Afraid. I was indeed naked, but not afraid … anxious and excited perhaps, but not afraid.
I climbed back into the box of the truck and the driver started off, again. It wasn’t long before the mangy dog and I got much friendlier. It took a little persuasion to get the dog on its side. I had little question but that it would have jumped right up onto my back if I turned to him. Since I don’t like the incessant poking and frustration of several tries before a dog is well seated inside, I prefer my method of getting the dog hard and expose with my hands and mouth prior to being mounted. Despite the appearance of the dog, I put my faith in the anatomy of dogs and the cock being hidden inside the sheath. He may be mangy, but hopefully his cock wasn’t.
This proved more difficult than normal, however, by the jostling and bouncing of the truck on the poor road. In fact, I had my mouth around the cock and was thinking it may be out far enough to be mounted, when the truck hit a hole in the road and the bounce threw both the dog and me six inches into the air. I heard the immediate laughter from the driver. I turned and saw him watching through the mirror, but I also saw Sylvia slap his arm and indicate that he should pay better attention to the road. She looked back at me and winked. I had no idea what the ‘testing’ and ‘evaluation’ and ‘impressing’ was all about, but since the women of these people were into a****ls, this should be a good start.
The bounce scared the hell out of the dog and it took me moments longer to settle him down. I noticed, though, that the speed of the truck had reduced somewhat and he seemed to be making a better effort to avoid holes and bumps. I made a final suck of his cock, having a good four inches of it exposed. I moved blankets around quickly to kneel on and moved to present my ass to him. I could hear him scrambling to his feet at the sight of my ass. I knew he was experienced! He was on my back in an instant, his weight causing me to groan. I slipped my hand between my legs, felt his cock probing, and guided it into my pussy. I sighed at being filled by dog cock, again. This seemed so obscene, riding in the back of a truck being fucked by a dog. At the same time, it felt so liberating. I sensed that there was another change coming and the sense was being magnified now. At the same time that I had the sensation of obscenity, I also had the sensation of something new happening, something beyond who I had been. A sensation or awareness that what was about to come, what I was about to experience in the coming days, was going to change me, again.
It seemed that I couldn’t stop moaning and gasping. The sensation and experience was completely different. Not because of the dog; this was just a dog and one that I had no emotional connection with. The experience, though, was driven by being mated in the back of a truck as it jostled and jolted us back and forth, side to side, and bounced us up and down. The normally frantic humping of a dog was overridden by the wild movements of the truck. With a sense that the movements could jolt us apart before we were tied, I put a hand to the back to hold his thigh to mine, but the movements were too much for a three-point support, I needed both arms to stabilize myself, especially with the added weight and support required with the dog on top of me.
The passing of the knot into me was almost violent, not by his actions but the situation. The knot was jammed into me by the movements of the truck and my cry of surprise and pain caused both people in the truck cab to turn around to look at me. I only had a sense of that, though. Now, with the knot inside me locking us together, the experience moved to another level. The jostling and bumping of the truck moved the knot and cock wildly inside me, hitting very familiar spots as well as new and interesting spots.
I exploded before he did … but only moments before, my pussy clamping and clenching around the cock and knot providing additionally wonderful sensations. The time afterward, tied to the dog, was awkward but interesting. While this is often a time of quiet enjoyment and reliving the recent experience of mating, the constant and erratic motion from the truck was more erotic and stimulating than any intentional pulling against the knot I might perform. My body’s reaction to it was slowly rising toward another minor orgasm when the knot was suddenly jerked out of me during a sharp drop of the back wheel into a hole. Although disappointing, I was assured of a need to experience this dog again … it was, after all, going to be a long ride …
* * * CHAPTER 6 will follow * * * Thanks for reading.
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