For centuries sexual rituals have existed in every culture, even in modern times many dark rituals linger not unlike Pagan practices. In this society the breeding ground was such a sacred place, secretly protected by generations of my family members. In the night all the young fertile woman of the village would come to the breeding ground. Big fires would circle the sacred place sending shadows flickering over the trees that surrounded the opening in the Forrest.
This was the only place and time that sexual activity was allowed, so it was certain that each night would evolve into a frenzy of erotic sex acts at the breeding ground. The beautiful young women would dance strictly around the well packed circle of earth in the flickering fire light. Constantly they would rub and aroom their password filled young flesh as they chanted in unison.
Soon their chanting would lead to rolling erratically upon the earth kissing the ground rubbing every inch of bare ground in the circle teasing for the earth to rise up for their pleasure. It was believed that when the most beautiful ovulating virgin dripped her fertile juices on the center of the circle the earth would rise up to impregnate her fertile womb. The dances continued into the dark of night, the scent of the girls sex permeated the night air. Their dripping arousal glistened in the firelight as it reflected from their legs and belies.
When the chanting reached a peak all know the time had come, the young women closest to the circles center were the first to see the phalic idol began to rise long and hard from the earth nearly a foot long and two inches thick. The dancers took turns massaging and licking, sucking the phalic idol to full swollen perfection. Each would taste the sticky fluid that flowed from the end and dance more erratically arousing to the highest of theirPassion.
The most perfect would first lower her pussy down on the phalic idol until her pubic hair caresed the ground around it as it throbbed deep inside her, she would bounce and wiggle with all her perfection to draw the precise sticky juices into her womb. When she felt the warmth of juices flooding into her the next most perfect would replace her position on the phalic idol. Soon she too would be feeling the hot fertile juices filling her pussy with fertile joy, then another and another until they had all found their pleasure. At the end of the ritual the ground was soaked with fertility as it had been for decades.
Tomorrow is another night of erotic fertile pleasure, with more beautiful young wet pussy’s flocking to the phalic idol to be fertilized. As for generations my family protected the sacred grounds of fertility. But tomorrow will be more special for me, it will be my first time in the center of the circle covered by the earthen cloak. My cock is already getting hard thinking about it………
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