softcore

ronio

jackie

yellow, purple, pink

smiley

upskirt

maybe

judith

corner case

Nikki

Nicole a black-haired pointy-nosed hip-hopper who kin really break it down. She not colored but she wish she be—she a little bit dark, maybe Italian or Lebanese. Kinda do a tribal thing with her motions. Whatever she be in the world, Nicole always striving to be a star. She never stop dancing and cutting up. I hook up with Nikki again yesterday afternoon after her class, still breathing heavy from her exercise but looking for a different kind of practice. She bare shoulders shiny, a little smear of moisture licking her upper lip. “Can I talk witchu a minute, Nicole?” We find ourselfs an empty room with a massage table and lock the door. She already dancing again, slinking and strutting, moving her hands like to introduce her ass to she audience. What are the sound of one dick clapping? I always love how her stomach is so flat and firm, a little gold ring pierce through her belly button. “Do that hurt,” I inquire, pinching it in my fingers and turning the key. “Nah,” she say, setting back on the padded table and flipping my hardening dong over the elastic waist of my shorts, “Do that?”

Someone have teach this chick how to give good nosejob, she long white beak stroking up both sides of my brown boner. It not hurt either how she long eyelashes tickle my tiptop, how she lips purse up to kiss its tiny mouf. I’m liken lookin as Nikki do it to it, she black hair sweep back of her face as she starten to suck.

Nikki are ambitchous, no one in the class dance more vigorous, no one given cooler head than she, no one riden a rod or shiften a stick like she, no matter how black they be. In a minute I’m lay on the massage table and she straddle over me, slippin it in and we startin moven to that invisible music—no ipod in sight. Seem like she inside me instead of me in she, when I look up at her face her eyes is crazy like green and gold glass.

The Wave

Copyright 2006 Peter S. Baring

"Come on, Minna. You go in first." Judy lifted her bunched-up T-shirt away from one eye and peeked slyly across the beach blanket at her sunbathing friend Minna. Minna pretended she didn't hear. "Come on, Minna." Judy insisted. "A nice ocean dip would be REFRESHING!"

Minna didn't say anything, of course. She was way too cool. Her back was arched deeply, offering her stretch-covered titties upward to the sun, and she sighed and let her pink mouth fall open as if asleep. She sure was beautiful! Judy wished she could have skinny thighs and a flat tummy like that, dusky brown skin that faded into vanilla cream at the edges where the older girl's bikini bottom was tucked in.

Judy looked critically up at her legs from her reclining position. Too fleshy and fat, she thought. She couldn't even see the ocean in the space between them. Anyway, at least having these big old tits was okay. At sixteen, Judy had already filled her bra cups as full if not more than her friend. She drew a lazy hand along the underside of one warm ripe breast.

Minna had been telling her about this boy Steve she had been going out with, how sex wasn't everything. Like he had taken her totally to dinner four times already and he hadn't even tried to kiss her yet. Well, once, the first night. But not since then. He was just totally considerate, totally a cool guy. Judy thought he sounded like a complete dick-teased wuss.

A hundred feet away the ocean roared towards her, pulled back, arched again and crashed forward, speckling her with a fine salty mist. Judy shivered. She snuck another quick glance over in Minna's direction. Judy couldn't tell if Minna's eyes were open behind her dark glasses. She let her thighs come apart and a self-indulgent smile cross her face as the fingers of a sea breeze blew coolly into the moist hollows around her nookie-noo.

Way out beyond the breakers a man in a skindiving suit paddled slowly across the unending swells, waiting for a big one, kicking his white waxed board into perfect placement. In the distance it was like he was aimed right at her, like he was her super-surfer ready to catch her wave. What if he just cruised on up the beach and FUCKED her?? Judy knew she would just pull the little bow knots on her hips and let him do it, and she reached up to make sure she could pull the loops through if she had to, dug her heels into the sand and wriggled her toes in readiness.

"Judy! Lay down! Those kids are looking at us." Minna was definitely awake now, sitting upright, her elbows raising as she checked the top of her swimsuit, her tanned body casting a protective shadow over her younger friend. "Watch out. They might see something!" Minna was always saying things like that but she was really nothing but a big show-off herself.

Without moving the position of her feeling hand Judy let her kneecaps come back together as she looked slyly around. A group of cute-looking boys were gliding their frisbee game down the beach towards the two girls' blanket. "Silly. They're looking at you, Minna! It's your big tits they're looking at." Minna's blue eyes widened as she realized suddenly that it was true. The teenagers' back and forth banter had changed its tone. It was mixed with knowing laughter as they whisked the flying saucer closer and closer to the booby blonde. "Hey, Dude. Look at the Frizz, man! Oh, wow. Not over there, Dude."

Judy was getting an idea, though. She leaped to her feet and took off after the misguided frisbee, making sure to keep her ass up and her legs straight as she bent to pick up the plastic disk. "Here, Minna!" she called out, zinging it straight and hard in her friend's direction. Minna shrieked as she put her hands out to protect herself, her golden boobs bouncing and bobbing in the sunlight as she fended off the edge-on throw.

Judy ran a few steps toward the nearest of the boys, a big wide smile on her face. "Hey, Dude! Can we play too? Throw it back to them, Minna!" She loved the way she had already learned how a girl could get all five of the guys into heat at once. They were lusting totally after her sexy body, their eyes fixed on the places her skimpy swimsuit started and left off, their imagination excited by her happy attitude.

She couldn't never win around Minna, though. No matter how hard Judy tried, it seemed like they always turned back to look at the older girl. Judy watched jealously as her friend bounced forward twice on the balls of her feet and then flang the frisbee in a veering curve twenty feet to her left. Minna was just such a perfect slut! In a second a tall boy was sprinting across the sand toward her upperclass friend, his long arms whipping as his feet swiveled in the hot sand to retrieve the misguided throw.

You could always count on Minna to lead them on from there, too. Judy watched in admiration as the nineteen-year-old melted into the dude's controlling arms like butter, giggled softly in his ear and spun the pro-model glow-in-the-dark to another crash-landing in the dunes somewhere.

That did it! Judy was going swimming. "That does it. I'm going in!" she called, turning slowly to face the waves and making four-fucking sure the quartet of other frisbee players had a chance to zoom in on her titty profile.

She wasn't like Minna. OK, Minna was really cool and everything, but she didn't understand herself at all--that she was really just a big tease. But even at sixteen, Judy always wanted to do it with everyone at once. Who could think of going shopping without trying on a lot of different stuff? In her mind Judy was getting each of the five guys out of their baggy beach shorts and pulling them up over her bare stomach while she looked hungrily over at their flat, muscled waistlines, their tight butts, their standing up, sticking out stickery-sticks. Every one fits different, every one a different size and shape and color.

Judy was the kind who liked to be nearly naked at all times. That was why she loved the beach so much and why she had chose out the g-string look when she went there. So everybody could see what it would be like to be her and to fuck her.

Judy thought what would happen if she started to drown and this boy had to rescue her. He didn't need to know she had had her lifesavers for four years or that she had been screwing around for two. She'd be all coughing and gasping and helpless as he pulled her in from certain death. He'd be all like "Wow, are you all right?" She'd be like "I think I swallowed something, oh my God, thank you, thank you!"

She was almost laughing as she thought about it, her tongue poking through her lips as she imagined the picture of the boy bent over her, his SF Giants hat turned around to the back of his head, his strong arm warm against her back.

She had broken through the shiver zone, screaming a little bit as the white spray splashed across her stomach. Judy turned sideways and raised her arms, bouncing out into the deeper water, feeling the flow drop back down away from her sides as each new wave gathered strength. The retreating waters were pulling the firm sand out from beneath her feet, drawing her further and further away from shore.

"Hey, you guys! Hey!" A hundred feet out, nipple deep, Judy turned back to face everybody. She knew they'd be watchin her tightened tits bob up and down. "Hey!" On the shore, Minna had moved over next to the best of the dudes. She was laughing and holding on to his arm, one leg kicked up behind her. OK, fine, Minna, I'll show you.

Now! Another one, a big one was coming! Judy watched the wave come at her, dipping and rising until finally it was a wall as tall as she was, and she took that moment to turn and leap back for the beach. Too late! The water was breaking over her, but instead of curling and trying to protect herself she let it take her arms and legs, let it spin her over, flip her upside down, slam her into the shallows.

The stinging slap of foam green water had stripped the skimpy strip of purple fabric right off of Judy's big tits in the first wild instant, and they swirled and swam wildly in the swift turbulence, as the enormous wave drove Judy's body mercilessly into the flat sand.

It wasn't like she expected it would be at all. Yes it was. The ocean was like, totally skronking her, holding her head down and slamming right between her thighs, flipping and tumbling her.

She felt herself starting to black out. The ripping raging current was everywhere, holding her, feeling her, taking her away with it. She could see the shore and she kept wanting to get up, crawl toward the people there, breathe, but her spread out hands and knees just wouldn't work, and as she tried to suck in air the following wave came crashing over her, and suddenly she was really choking, her face full of sand and slime and her own smothering hair.

She promised God please she would never do it again, but He said she was a liar. He had opened up his watery robe and Our Father who art in heaven was fucking the bejeezus out of her.

Thing was, Judy was truly a conniving little cunt. She had it totally figured out in advance, even though she never felt the strong arms of the boy that ran out into the surf and brought her back in. Joel had dug Judy since he had first seen her feeling herself up in the distance on the beach blanket. But it was like it took being totally drowned to even slow her down. He shifted uncomfortably. Beneath him, laying stretched out flat on her back, the girl turned her head and coughed weakly in response to the flat pressure he was applying to the center of her chest.

As soon as he knew she was going to be all right, Joel couldn't keep his eyes off of her naked tits and what he wanted more than anything was to get them in his big hands and squeeze the sex out of them. Cuz they were just so perfect, soft and curvy and delicious.

Joel had never seen nipples as fucking beautiful as Judy's were. They were deep dark ovals that crinkled around chewy little nubs. They made you want to find out what they were made of. He let his big hands move in wider circles so he could fiddle at them with his thumbs.

"Somebody give her his shirt." It was the girl he had been helping throw the frisbee talking. Oh, yeah. Sure. Joel untied the blue and black plaid shirt from his waist. He smiled up at Minna. "She'll be okay in a few minutes," he said. "She just swallowed some water. By the way, my name is Joel." The other girl was older than the one he had rescued, a little bit more mature and sophisticated looking, with streaky blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail. Maybe she'd be like grateful to him for saving her friend.

But instead he was caught short with like this goofy smile on his face. "Ahh, who gives a shit," the girl said with unexpected anger. "Judy, you little cunt!" What did she mean by that? Joel didn't get it at first. In confusion, he looked back down to see what she was talking about. The girl she called Judy had one eye open now, and she seemed to be giggling. As soon as she saw him looking she closed it again, moaning.

Ricardo and the other guys were all laughing now. "Good job, Joel! Make sure you give her your shirt, dude, her tits'll get cold!" Joel blushed and jerked his hands away from Judy's bare boobs, letting them flop free and flat. He opened his shirt down over her and tucked it up under her chin, not having any idea what to do next.

"Come on, you guys! Let's go party." The girl named Minna was already stalking away, leading Ricardo behind her. "You all have a great time," she called back sarcastically. Joel was still straddled over the girl he had supposedly saved, his bare thighs close against the skimpy purple bottom of her wet swimsuit. He felt his face burning with embarassment.

OK, fine, if she wanted to fool. As the other dudes disappeared down the beach Joel pulled the covering shirt away, let his eyes return to the twin treasures buried beneath. Judy's chest was still sticky from the salt water. Her teen-aged mammaries were warm and moist at the edges as he gathered them into the bushel basket of his hands, pressed their teeny titty-tips together.

It took all the will power Judy had to keep her eyes squeezed shut as Joel hunched over and rang her soft bells. This time the dude was letting his hands do any kind of good stuff they wanted. Judy's mouth opened in the middle into a little pink "o", and the tip of her tongue pushed forward through her teeth as Joel pinched her pert nipples and yanked them straight out into the air.

He was the mastery-man. The mam-master. The man. Joel had a raging rusty re-bar rammed up the front of his shorts and a need for more. He let one boob fall back flat as he twisted the other freckled suck-sack even further away and began to slowly slap its soft stretched skin. Beneath him Judy began to shift and moan.

Cuz one thing she had found out from the beginning was that you shouldn't let them think. Keepum Simple Stupid. She wished that Joel would put them in his mouth. Cuz she always got off the most when she felt a boy snorting and sucking on her bitchin boobies like a big hunky milk-hungry animal.

For a sixteen year old Judy was pretty and smart, but what she still hadn't learned yet was that the dudes like Joel were always thinking even when her tits were crammed into their faces. Yeah, Joel was a fucking Einstein at this kind of foreplay, figgerin the formulas to turn Judy's universe rightside out.

Joel was thinking first of all about the sneaky look this chick had snuck up at him. He was thinking that if she wanted to be saved so much she might have to be squeezed and stroked first so she better like it. He sucked his whole mouth tight around her salty tit, flattening the fat little nippal area against his slippery tongue muscle. The chewy button swelled and expanded. Yup the old fooleroo had drawn himself the night watch in a Fun Factory this time.

She knew she could always like scream that he was raping her. Minna would come. But Judy knew she wouldn't do that unless she had to prove who was really in control. She sighed and wriggled her shoulders back into the warm sand, pressing her bare boobs up to where the dude could do whatever he wanted with them. She just wished he would kiss the other one too.

Kiss it? Joel wished he could suck it right off! Even though he knew it was an act, he was buying into it all the way, playing along with Judy's game. It felt great not have to make excuses, not have to look into the chick's eyes and see her trying to decide how far to let him go. Joel smoothed his big hands down across the bumpy curved line of Judy's ribs. She was breathing fine now, the air going in slow and coming out fast.

He was finding out something else great too. He was totally in Love! Now he was splitting the sensations with his hands, one sliding up to support her sandy back, the other going downward to turn the tip of her hip in to him, his fingers working at the tight wet knot that held the bottom of her swimsuit on. There, he had it. The strings came free at last and the tiny triangle of purple cloth pulled away from a sweet stretch of untanned skin.

Judy peeked again. Her spit-slick nipples were totally crinkled hard in the cool sea-salt air. She wished Minna could see her now. Through the curtain of her eyelashes she watched Joel's attention turn downwards. The boy had a head of curly, dark brown hair, almost black, and strong, smooth shoulders. A pepper-shaker moustache speckled his upper lip.

Judy's own lips were too dry and she sucked them in, ran her tongue around to moisten them. He liked her, liked what he was finding out about her. Joel's big dickee had the front of his baggy shorts stretched into a tight spear shape and he kept on grabbing at it, trying to get it out get it off guide it in. She was pretty sure she liked him too.

Joel pressed his finger into the tight crack beneath Judy's frizzy brown-haired cunt-bump, playing with the little possum that lived there, teasing the little animal into life. She was already ready, warm and wet and willing, and he felt her hips shift as she opened up to his further exploration.

Now he knew he wanted this chick to want him too. And as if she could read Joel's dirty mind she was raising her hands, reaching to the front of his wet shorts, unbuttoning him and zipping him down. He saw her peeking out of the side of her eyes at his dick as she brought him out throbbing hard all the way out into the open air and sun.

For some reason Judy just really liked to look at guys' penises. Who needed this romance stuff? She just liked to touch them, too. That was all she kept trying to tell Minna. No, she didn't think they were ugly at all. She couldn't think of nothing better than stroking and pinching this thick veiny purple fucker unless it was bouncing the pair of big old naked hound-dog balls hanging down beneath it in her hand. That was all. What did love have to do with it?

Judy stretched her arms straight down, squeezing her bare breasts out while she handled his stick. Joel looked so great reared up above her with his unsnapped shorts pulled down. He wrapped his strong fingers around her fist, squeezed it into a tight circle around his big baby maker, made her slide it up and down his curvy length, pulling and pointing the meat muscle down at her.

She hated blushing, but she loved to be embarassed. In a funny way it was the best part when you finally stopped pretending. She felt herself getting all red and stuff as she looked up into Joel's eyes and both of them knew. "Thank you for rescuing me." she told him.

Tribale

Copyright 2006, Peter S. Baring

Ee-mi was showing the other girls how to work the thin white threads of hemp from the heaps of cut off stalks that had been dragged in from the fields. After the stems were smashed open then the crew would have to roll them flat with the rocks and then everyone would lean closer, feeling with fingertips to be the first to pull the fibers free. Ee-mi expertly hooked a string over her thumb and presented it, smiling, to the older girl who crouched next to her.

There was the sound of someone approaching and even before she looked up, Ee-mi knew it was Jemma. Jemma’s big thighs scissored in a beautiful tight flowered skirt as she came up to the shady work area. Jemma’s breath was deep and throaty, her fleshy breasts damp with drips of perspiration, as if she had hurried a long way.

“Why are you dressed so nice, S’si Jemma?” she asked innocently. She rubbed the back of her hand against her eyebrow where it itched, looked questioningly at Jemma. Her sister’s wife seemed so nervous.

“Ee-mi. I have bad news. Happy-Dancing is sick. She needs you at home right away,” Jemma said as she pulled Ee-mi upward from her kneeling position in the workgroup, straightened her short skirt, tried to brush away the dry yellow dust from her knees and legs. Happy-Dancing was the name of the little girl-dog that would jump up when Ee-mi held out food.

Ee-mi was confused. This couldn’t be. From where they stood she could see the tips of Happy’s paws sticking out from behind the trunk of a nearby tree. “But, Happy-Dancing is right here with me.”

“Ee-mi.” Jemma changed her mind. “Listen to me. Let’s go for a walk. I need to talk to you about something.”

What are you doing, S’si? We have work to do here.” Not like you, Ee-mi thought with sudden irritation.

“It’s your day, Ee-mi. Come on,” Jemma commanded. But it wasn’t. Ee-mi’s eighth birthday had been months before. “Never mind. You’ll see,” Jemma said. “It’s hard to explain.”

The town was still and hot at this time of the morning. A slanted row of woven cane structures cast shadows that directed them away from the busy group of winnowers. All the men had been sent away. Ee-mi could see only a few of the sick sitting stiff and thin in the shade of their homes.

The soft yellow dust and its lacy shadows drifted behind as they kicked their way through it. Jemma began pulling Ee-mi’s bare arm painfully along. By now they were almost running.

One of the village’s warrior women emerged slowly from her hut ahead of them. She bowed her helmeted head impassively, then turned to let the two of them pass.

“Are we going home, S’si? We’re going the wrong way!” Instead of making their way around the outer circles of the town Jemma was leading Ee-mi straight toward its center. More and more of the villagers were standing straight from the entrances to their houses. Like Jemma they were dressed in their best and most colorful clothing, draped in rows of jangling jewelry.

“Stop it, stop it,” Ee-mi said. She tore herself free from Jemma’s insistent grasp and stood, uncertain of what to do next.

A tall woman as dark-skinned as Ee-mi slipped from a sideway, strode silently to where they stood. What Ee-mi saw right away was that she was naked between the legs. She was wearing bound leggings of striped antelope hide, wound from her ankles to her high hips with braids of the raw hemp. For a second Ee-mi thought of dashing away, running back to join the other children at their work. But as soon as the idea came she was prevented from acting on it. Two strangers stepped from behind to take hold of her arms.

“Ee-mi, ah-nonna-mi.” It meant favored one. The woman’s face was old, old and made strong by experience, and her voice was rough and sweet and hoarse, like raw sugar. Despite the glaring heat of the morning her head was framed by a collar of bristling fur.

Ee-mi stared up in wonder into the woman’s eyes, deep dark brown centers set in yellow and white that measured everything inside her. “Yes, mother,” she replied.

Ee-mi’s head reached only half as high as the nearly naked figure who stood before her. It put her right at eye-level with the line of coarse kinky hair that began beneath the woman-witch’s belly button and curled down thick between her legs. Ee-mi couldn’t stand the way it looked, couldn’t imagine how uncomfortable it would be to have so much hair down there. How could she ever pee? The thick growth had been plucked away to expose a long wrinkled ruffle of dark purple flesh. It was the ugliest thing Ee-mi had ever seen.

Worried that the tiny child before her might not yet be ready, the shaman reached forward to grip Ee-mi by the shoulders. Brass bracelets were squeezed tight around her arms and wrists and her nails were curved and hard and they dug into the girl’s skin.

At eight years old, Ee-mi was thin and strong, unused to being held still, and she shrugged back against the examination. The little girl was naked above and beneath the scrap of skirt tied around her narrow waist. Her sensitive nipples were the surest sign of her readiness, though, swollen into soft gray circles against the flat black skin of her girlish chest.

“This way, child.” Ee-mi allowed herself to be guided into the longhouse of the women. She slid by Jemma swiftly and without touching, pushed through a narrow opening draped with thick tanned animal hides. Betrayer.

For men the ceremonies always happen in the open night, highlit with the drama and frenzy of dancing flames. But Ee-mi entered in the quiet of morning. A slow and secretive rattle broke the heavy darkness of the inside, shaking into a steady stacatto. Suddenly she was surrounded by the ghosts of the recognized present, faces and forms that swam before her stll dazzled eyes, closed inward toward her, touching her, talking to her without making sense.

Ee-mi had never been allowed to enter the longhouse before. The inside was rich and wide and tall, the ridgepole nearly twice as high as a person. Two rows of carved bone lanterns led along a narrow way, spreading and circling their flickering light around a glistening leather pedestal that stood as tall as the little girl.

For the first time Ee-mi was afraid. Strange hands, old hardened hands grasped her and held her from both sides. Something smelly was waved beneath her wrinkling nose. It was hot thick smoke and she nearly choked as it felt its way through her nostrils, curled upwards into spaces that lay behind her vision.

Ee-mi was taken up. It no longer mattered that her small feet touch the pounded earth floor. A nest of arms curved beneath her, turned her body over, slowly unfastened and removed her clothing.

The woman named Jemma came forward first. She kissed her wife’s younger sister tenderly beneath the chin. Ee-mi stared straight upward now, unwilling to acknowledge the touch of the one who had delivered her. But Jemma just smiled. Her fingers slipped downward, closed possessively around the tiny twin spouts that pricked out from the girl’s upper torso. Ee-mi wanted to shake her away but she couldn’t move. All she could see was Jemma leaning over her, now withdrawing her hands and beginning to stroke her own large breasts, pinch and pull at her huge brown nipples.

“Milinka-a-t’mem, Ee-mi.” Jemma breathed. She was staring straight into Ee-mi’s eyes. “I am giving you my milk, Ee-mi.” And she was. Jemma’s naked breasts had begun to flow with a sweet silvery cream, and she was crying now with pain and emotion as she squeezed and clenched and gathered it into her palms. She reached forward and began to smear the liquid across Ee-mi’s skin.

Other women had begun to rise from the dark recesses where the woven roof of the longhouse came close to the floor and emerge into the smoky tallow-yellow light of the candles hung from the ridgepole. Their rounded shadows danced across Ee-mi, their gentle hands pulled and stroked the smooth skin of Jemma’s dangling mammaries, splattering the young initiate with hot, sticky magical rain.

“Drink, Ee-mi!” Now Jemma had brought both brown breasts tight together, was forcing her hardened nipples through Ee-mi’s lips. Ee-mi bit down hard and the salty spark of blood suddenly shot through the milk. “Eee-miii!” Jemma shrieked with tortured joy.

Ee-mi was whimpering and snorting like a baby again and the women murmured sympathy even as they pulled her suckling mouth away and prepared her for the next part of the ritual, turning Ee-mi over and facing her head down in the high hard leather saddle she had seen when she entered. Her arms were stretched forward and bound together with the same hempen rope that was looped tight and scratchy around her waist.

It was as though Ee-mi was taking a bareback ride on a beast with no front legs. In this position her knees were spread wide, slightly bent, her feet dangling, stirrup-less. It held her young hips higher than her head, opened the space between them.

Now the women were making noises of approval, running long stroking fingers across her upraised bottom, touching and testing the soft inner flesh Ee-mi’s placement exposed. Her thighs slipped and slapped against the leather flanks of her seat. Why did she feel so suddenly guilty?

Something was happening. Ee-mi felt her baby parts clench tight together in response to a deep steady sound, beating first from her heart, then beginning to throb and pulse inside the back of her head. She felt a warm trickle run down to her waist, felt the pressure of shaping palms as handfuls of wet clay were brought forth, smoothed across her buttocks, sculpted into two high heavy mounds.

The sticky squishy earthen sound was taken up with drums and wordless song. Ee-mi moaned uncomfortably at the first tentative touches, then spasmed and relaxed, then begin to quiver again without control as the tribal women worked and split her new soft flesh, drew the flat line of her bottom deep into a dark canyon.

“It is because you are special, Ee-mi.” The voice of the goddess spoke in response to the question her mind was struggling to form. Ee-mi gasped as a clenched fist pressed between her legs, moaned as a stiffened finger stirred her open, poked inside.

Someone handed another one a long pronged stick. The human finger was withdrawn and someone pushed the barkless branch into the passageway that had been prepared. Ee-mi felt the witchy wood gathering the fluids within as it slid slowly inside, felt the stir of clotted blood as the spread vee of the divining rod pressed snugly up against her built-up buttocks, was turned and lined along her female axis..

The woman shaman, whose name was Ee-mi too, appeared again. With a whoop she sprang from the darkness to prance legs akimbo before the young girl, the curved hollows of her thighs as hard and black as fractured obsidian.

Her round muscular belly was slung low and beautiful below a narrow-waisted jangling cowrie shell belt. A fiery opalescent gem shone inside her clenching navel. Below, a nappy dark pubic bump was thrust forward toward Ee-mi, inside it sat her hot pink totem.

Ee-mi watched in fascination as she twisted her fingers through the strands of stinky crooked hair, tugged back hard, made the little pink animal poke unafraid into the open. It was moist and glistening, crinkled with anticipation. Ee-mi raised her face to see, her mouth suddenly moist, her lips rough and dry.

The older woman guided her gently into place, directing Ee-mi’s extended tongue up in and around her meat-flavored candy, then pressing her down until the girl’s nose was buried deep in the intimate enveloping fleshy folds.

She was watching herself watch herself now, her chin pointing upward and her eyes narrowing to pleasured slits, her hips hard against the leather throne. From behind she could see her lean strutting adult figure lean carefully over her younger self.

“We give you the sacred and the profane, Ee-mi,” Her hands were tight on the divining sapwood rod, “Joy and shame!” There was the tiniest of pains and then it was withdrawn and the stored up, curdled blood began to flow, rich and red.