A Savage Rite

Kulangari Village – Micronesia
1953

Dr. Edward Carlyle stared at the scene unfolding before him. It was truly remarkable, he reflected, that he had been given the opportunity to view what he was seeing – the obscure and provocative tetra-lunar fertility ritual practiced by the islanders on the eve of the Autumn equinox of every fourth lunar (not solar) year. Only weeks earlier he had been sitting in his cramped third floor office at Adams College – now he was witnessing an event most cultural anthropologists only dream of.

Funding had, of course, been a nightmare. Dr. Carlyle had been unable to bring along the gaggle of graduate students and the photographer he had wanted to help record and analyze the findings of his excursion. So he had gone it alone. Now – in the deep reaches of the shaded tropical isle – he was glade to be alone, to completely divorce himself from his world and totally immerse himself in this new and strange culture.

Dr. Carlyle slipped his hand into the pocket of the canvas satchel at his side and depressed the record button on the audio deck inside. He peered in quickly to ensure that the two reels were spinning properly. They were. He shifted to a crouch and, Nikon in hand, waited for the ritual to begin.

The drums began quietly – in the distance, reverberating off the steep wooded hillsides of the valley. The haunting thrum drifted on the steamy Pacific breeze across the fields of taro and breadfruit which surrounded the village. The drums increased in volume – closer now. The villagers – who had been suspiciously absent for the previous hour – now appeared at the edge of the open circle at the village center. At the center of the circle was built the makings of a great pyre – not yet lit, but soaked with pitch in anticipation of its ignition.

The villagers approached slowly, as though in a trance. Their movement seed to match the cacophony of the drums which, by now, had escalated to a fever pitch. To Dr. Carlyle, it seemed as though the very air itself was alive with the intoxicating primal rhythm. Then the uvulating began. The women of the village raised their voices to their ancient god, in not so much a wail - as a trill. They rotated their heads about their shoulders as they went on, causing their barred breasts to sway in time to the gyrations.

Then, suddenly, the sound stopped altogether, with out any visible cue. The silence hung over the valley. Now a single drum began to slowly beat. As it did so, the circled villagers fell to the ground. Four young girls – maybe 18 or 19 years old and perfectly proportioned, approached the pyre from the four cardinal directions. Each was naked except for a head dress bearing the symbol of each of the four years in the tetra-lunar period. Each also carried a lighted torch.

As the girls approached the pyre the drums grew louder until they reached their previous state – if not more feverish. The torches were then cast into the pyre which ignited with a fantastic whoosh. The four girls began to dance around fire gyrating hypnotically and rubbing their hands over their glistening bodies. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the bodies of the dancers glimmered in the firelight to stunning effect. The deep olive tone of their skin seemed to melt against the red fire and black forest – so they appeared less human and more like glimmering sexual apparitions.

Dr. Carlyle’s picture taking, which had been repeated and thorough at the start, had now ceased entirely. He could not remove himself from the surroundings. He was no longer merely observing from afar – but had become a participant in the tribal revel. He was passed a gourd of liquid which he consumed with rabid intensity – as he had seen others around him do. The edges of his vision began to blur – and his eyes darted from villager to villager with hungry abandon.

He felt reborn – his senses sharpened, his experience more intense, his sexual drive welling up within him. He watched as those around him began to succumb to the drink and fall to the earth where they locked in feverish carnal embrace with any member of the opposite sex nearby. Family relations – jealously guarded and strictly ruled in the rest of the year - were abandoned. Brother fell upon sister, man upon neighbor. The smell of wet vagina and sexual culmination stung Dr. Carlyle’s nostrils.

Through the din of the wild orgy, Dr. Carlyle locked eyes with one of the dancers – herself not yet engaged in wild fucking. The savage, primeval, sexual hunger in her eyes was apparent. Dr. Carlyle ran forward to her, plowing past the prostrate bodies of entangled lovers.

He seized her roughly by the arms and they locked in a passionate, fervent kiss. They pressed their faces together with such intent that, in any other state it might have been painful. Their tongues intertwined as though each was trying to eat the very living soul of the other. The fiery maiden grabbed Edward’s shirt by the collar and ripped it open wide – sending buttons in all directions. She began to attack his chest hungrily – nipping at his nipples, licking his neck. Edward buried his face in her raven hair and drink in her scent.

The pheromones on that jet black mass – normally unnoticeable to human olfactory systems - consumed him. He began to claw at his shorts, desperately tying to free his raging erection. Once no longer encumbered by this last vestige of western humanity, he slid his body down over his lover, exploring the contours of her neck and breasts with his salivating tongue and lips. Edward slid his hands all across her smooth skin, needing as much as wanting, to caress every inch of her radiant form.

He dropped to his knees and buried his face in the sopping jungle of hair which concealed the dripping cunt if this olive island vixen. With a will of its own, his tongue began to probe the depths of her pungent sex. He nipped and sucked on her engorged clitoris, all the while massaging and kneading the soft tissue of her buttocks. As she began to climax, she rolled her hips with increasing vigor – fucking his face and panting and sighing. She grasped the back of his head and pressed his face deep and hard into her cunt as she screamed in primal ecstasy. The juice of her orgasm ran down her legs and down the neck of her desperate lover.

Now, seeking to make use of his mighty, almost painful erection, Edward lowered her to the dusty ground. He spread her dripping haunches wide, and crawled between them. Heaving and shaking with emotion and anticipation, he crawled forward, his face sliding across the gleaming tits of his lover, her nipples erect and hard with supreme arousal. Edward felt the head of his engorged member resting against the opening to her waiting cunt.

As he slid his turgid cock into her he felt the resistance of her hymen. A virgin!!! Edward’s mind reeled as he stared into the longing eyes of this primal virgin goddess. He felt her wrap her legs around his, clutching him even more tightly to her. With a savage effort he drove his hips forward. He felt he maidenhead give way as his cock dove home into the farthest depths of her pulsating vagina. She gasped in the ferocious nirvana of the slight pain and limitless pleasure of their union, and gripped Edward in even tighter embrace.

Well lubricated and amorous, Edward drove his cock home again and again. The head of his member slamming each time into the cervix and stimulating the nerve ball on the upper wall of the vagina. The walls of the vagina gripped him as tightly as her arms, and each time he moved backward they seemed to draw him back in. As her ecstasy increased, the prostrate goddess bucked her hips faster and faster – magnifying the mad passion of the pounding. Edward felt his balls begin to tighten and he rammed his cock deep within her and let fly his seed. He felt it rush through the tight opening of the cervix, as well as fill the cavity of her vagina. Spurt after spurt was expelled into her loins as she screamed in animal elation.

Still erect from the potent aphrodisiac of drink, scent and smell of 100 fucking bodies around them. Edward pulled out of her battered cunt, his member covered in frothy semen. He rolled her over quickly and pulled her ass upward toward him. The sweat and dust and ejaculation formed a muddy paste on her rump. Seizing and spreading wide the muddied cheeks, Edward pressed his rigid cock against the vixen’s sphincter, and drove it deep in her ass.

She gasped with pain and shear ecstasy at being so wholly filled. As Edward slowly drew his rigid shaft in and out of her asshole, she reached to her dripping cunt and began scooping out the latent cum with her fingers and shoveling it into her mouth with hungry fervor. This act so aroused Edward that he came again – filling her ass with sticky cum. He watched with intent fascination as the sticky white splooge dripped out of her ravaged sphincter, and onto the lower lip of her pussy.

Showing signs that he was about to go limp, the maiden of the jungle sprang forward like a pouncing cat, and wrapped her full lips around Edward’s shaft. Sucking it deep into her, and teasing the sensitive vein with her dancing tongue, it soon regained its full attitude.

The Island goddess lay on her back once more. Edward straddled her chest and slid his hard cock between her ample, sweating breasts. She pressed her great dark jugs around his dick, and he titty-fucked her. With each thrust she emitted short moans and strained her neck forward, mouth open in desperate anticipation of the ejaculation to come. As he rode her chest, Edward grasped and flicked his lover’s erect nipples – elevating her once more to orgasm. When she began to spasm with pleasure, he came – his cum flying onto her lips, her flushed cheeks, her nose and even her hair.

Edward collapsed into the dirt in exquisite exhaustion. His lover kissed him passionately, got up and moved away. Most of the others in the wild orgy had fallen asleep in the circle around the now smoldering pyre. Dr. Carlyle watched in stunned silence as his island goddess picked her way across the slumbering human mass. As she reached the edge of the camp, she turned around and looked at the perplexed professor. She slowly grasped a semen cover strand of hair, sucked it clean, turned, and disappeared into the forest – just as the first rays of dawn pierced into the silent valley.