Chryssa's lessons on male anatomy and pleasuring began with her mother using her father for demonstration. Sassa carefully explained the parts of his manhood, noting that a male's erogenous zones were mainly concentrated in and around his pelvis, although his lips, neck, and nipples also responded to stimulation.
She watched her mother skillfully use her hands and mouth to arouse her father's lust. When she saw her mother pump his cock until he ejaculated, Chryssa smiled, since she finally understood why her mother'd insisted she build up her arm muscles by churning all that butter. Over the next several days, she observed her mother perform the equivalent of cunnilingus, calling the act 'fellatio' instead. Even though that act had a different word with regard to a male, she found that 'analingus' was the same word for both sexes, as she watched her mother demonstrate that as well, with her father writhing and bucking with pleasure, reacting to that probing tongue.
Her mother and father then demonstrated coupling in many, many different positions. Obviously men get bored having sex the same way, time after time, so they've invented many new ones, and to be honest, some of them were either strange, ridiculous, or almost impossible to achieve. Her parents did share with her which positions gave more pleasure to the woman, which to the man, and which were mutually beneficial. Her mother also had Chryssa practice with small cucumbers, learning to grip them with not only her cunt, but also with her ass muscles. "Part of the method of pleasuring the man involves learning to control your inner muscles, learning to make them grip and also ripple. If you do this right, you can remain stationary, and the man would swear his cock is being pumped and sucked!"
Like any young person, Chryssa was impatient to actually try what she was being shown on the real thing, not just on cucumbers. After she verbally proved she'd been paying careful attention, she was finally permitted to grasp her father's member with her hands, and begin practicing in earnest. Day after day, while her mother watched, commented, and corrected, Chryssa brought her father to orgasm manually, orally, vaginally, and anally. After that, her mother taught her how to use her feet on his manhood, and also how to wrap her now well developed breasts around his member, receiving his seed on her face and in her mouth. She found that she'd developed quite a liking for the taste of semen, and if his load didn't hit her mouth directly, she often scooped it from her pussy or skin and sucked it off her hands.
Sassa told her, "Excellent. Now you must practice and practice until all these things become second nature to you, daughter. If you did that only with your father, you'd wear him down to a nub." She smiled. "Luckily, you have three brothers, so you may now train with them as often as you can."
As she began working with her brothers, she found that each had his personal fetish. They all fucked her, of course. But Uther relished spanking her ass, making it sore and red before he fucked her. All this stimulation helped her ass to grow into curved spheres whose appearance made men's heads swivel and their sudden erections forced their clothing to tent forward, as they watched her run by. Her brother Lajos preferred toying with her sex, pulling at her labia, fingering her, and even trying to shove his whole hand up inside her, especially when her tunnel was lubricated with his semen. Fariddon, on the other hand, seemed fascinated with her tits, twisting and plucking at them, when he wasn't suckling them. Like her ass, her tits responded by losing their puffy, immature cones and swelling into glorious globes that raise the lust in all that observed them, male and female.
With these brotherly attentions, Chryssa often had soreness at her tits, cunt and ass. She got her own form of sweet revenge. She'd visit her brothers at night to suck more semen from them. They weren't allowed to refuse her, since she must practice constantly. She might only suck a load or two from each, since she wanted their cocks to still be able to function during the day. And they'd better be functional, because, at Martta's suggestion, Sassa now wanted Chryssa to learn how to take on all four men at the same time, using cunt, ass, mouth and hand. With special coaching and some demonstrations from Martta, the young girl became quite skillful in this, as well, before the time arrived for the selection of the Tribute.
Her mother and Martta further insisted that she also pleasure herself regularly, vaginally and anally, with the plentiful cucumbers that grew in their garden. Moreover, she practiced taking them in her mouth, learning to throat them when her father or brothers weren't handy, or when she'd exhausted their dicks completely, and they remained too limp to be useful. She continued taking them into her cunt, gripping them with her inner muscles. But Martta kept selecting larger and larger specimens. Some of these stretched her painfully, until she learned to control the relaxation of her internal muscles as well as control their contractions. A few of these cucumbers were hideously long and wide - very unlike actual male members. Still, Chryssa did as she was told.
No one was permitted to know to what trials the judges might subject the candidates. And the judges and candidates were sworn to secrecy about this sacred process. However, on the day Chryssa was tested, several people noted that the male judges needed to be carried home in sedan chairs, and the female judges staggered home bowlegged.
Chryssa was declared the winner, and a fitting Tribute.
One of her duties was to explain to the new eighteen-year-old women the role of the Tribute, and why they should consider training for it. "We have a critical trading partnership with the peoples of a southern island," she explained. "Each year, we send them a Tribute, a woman between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-five who's highly skilled sexually. This woman spends a year on their island, open to having sex with any who desire it, determined to incite their lust, and deliver to them the greatest pleasures they can imagine. The greater her success, the greater value placed on our trade goods, which benefits our entire economy. Being chosen as Tribute is a high honor, well worth training toward."
She let that thought sink in, then continued, "Of course, there's also a personal reward for performing this duty. The returning Tribute gets a generous monetary stipend for the rest of her years, commensurate with the manner in which she enhanced our economy by her actions. This is usually enough to make her a wealthy, independent woman."
She scanned the eager faces. "Who thinks they'd like to do such training?" Every hand shot up. "Wonderful," she said, grinning. "All right, all of you stand up and get naked." She watched as eyes widened in shock, and was not surprised to see about half the young women get up and strip, while the others blushed and remained seated. "If you want to become the Tribute, you can't afford to be shy about your bodies," she advised them. She'd arrived clothed to address them, but without the slightest hint of embarrassment or shame, she now unpinned her peplos and let it fall to her feet.
She let them feast their eyes on her tanned, nude, voluptuous body, turning and raising her arms to let them see all of herself. "See? Three years ago, my body looked like the ones these brave young ladies have revealed." She indicated the naked ones with a sweep of her arm. "The rigorous training sculpted mine into this shape. Any one of you, with determination and effort, can do the same." She paused a moment. "Of course, you also need a deep lust for sex, and good teachers. I was fortunate enough to have a loving mother and father, three older brothers, plus a willing and generous neighbor - a former Tribute herself. They were all instrumental in my learning process. I wish you all well, whatever you decide."
Soon thereafter, Chryssa took leave of her family, and, with great pomp and fanfare, boarded the sailing ship that would take her south. The mainsail of the ship was emblazoned with a very accurate portrayal of her vulva, proclaiming her dedication to sexuality for all the well wishers. Other than the ship's crew, one member of the panel of judges accompanied her on the trip. His job was to instruct her on the final details of protocol, observe how she was received, and report back about her installation ceremony.
Luckily, they had fair winds, and smooth sailing, and the warm, sunny days passed, one by one. Chryssa felt a bit strange, dressed in a modest tunic-like garment. Even though the mainsail reminded all the crew what was hidden under her skirt, up where her thighs joined together, she wasn't allowed to have sex with anyone on this week's journey. However, she continued eating one leaf of the herb each day, and had brought along enough of it to last her the entire year. If something happened to her supply, she could easily arrange for more to be sent as the trading vessels regularly sailed their goods back and forth between the destination island and her home.
