It was carefully arranged, sorted and stacked according to size and weight. This was the fuel pile, each piece to be added manually to the bonfire thr...ough the evening. I never did figure out why it was necessary. Finally, it would arrive: Burn Night. Torches made out of rags tied onto sticks were slopped with kerosene and set alight. The bonfire itself was slopped with diesel or kerosene and then the moment arrived. Some years the torches were thrown at the bonfire, other years carefully poked. He showed me a funnel with a clear plastice tube attached. When they had all finished using me, any sperm that was collected in the bowl would be poured back into my vagina using the funnel and tube. I was horrified at the thought of being pregnant at all, much less so by this barbaric method.I tried now for the first time to plead with them not to do this to me as I really didn't want to be pregnant. Phil said "It's not about what you want. It's what we want." That was the end of the. You order me to back up closer and you pull out an fresh rubber band. This one you extend across my anus with one hand and extend it tight to snap my awaiting hole. My anus immediately dilates open in reactive reflex from the stinging sensation. You order me to masturbate to this treatment to train my mind to desire it. I will learn to enjoy it over time. I know I will not be able to cum until you've cut the rubber bands at the base of my cock... but the edging sensation of being almost about. Except now, she's looking me in the eyes while she's sucking my cock. There's no mistaking the look in her eyes. She wants me in her. I ease myself out of her mouth and for a moment, she looks at me, puzzled. Then I roll her over and get on top of her, kissing her deeply. Unlike the kiss in the pond earlier, she continues this one, darting her tongue in and out of my mouth and moaning slightly as we continue to kiss. I start to move my hips and line up my hard member at the entrance to her now.