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Native Tongue

By: lykfynwyn



It was obvious to her from the first words out of my mouth that I didn't really understand any part of her language. 

It's not the easiest one in the world to say the least. but from the way she smiled or rather smirked at me and didn't walk away, I gathered she was interested in what I had to say. I held her by her hand as we talked or didn't talk and kept inching her closer to my body. The music in the nightclub was far too loud and most of my ramblings were lost to beats and electronic sounds.

After a minute of just smiling at each other I managed to get her within inches of my face. I try to order mixed drinks at the bar when I'm on a pussy hunt so at least my breath smells like orange juice or black licorice instead of beer. It paid off tonight as she decided she like the smell and the taste of me. We kissed for at least five minutes. She was quite the fan of tongue and pushed my kissing to its limits. 

I'm not sure if she just liked black men, or if tonight I had the right combo of looks, style, game and lucky to get this far, but it didn't matter, I had one thing in mind. 

Apparently I was thinking far too much about it because the next few minutes consisted mainly of her pawing playfully at my crotch while I groped her ass and hips. It was unclear if I had properly explained that I wanted to take her to my hotel room and fuck the shit out of her, so I decided to test it and go for the door. Not letting go of her hand was more or less the universal signal and she was soon in tow. As we headed out I passed some friends from work who were buried in their travel dictionaries trying to get through to some seriously hot girls at the bar. So much for the learning process. I waved on our way out just to be polite..

She rattled something off to our taxi driver and I sat there like a dumb-ass pretending to understand. He replied what I understood to be a question to her and she took my hotel key from my pocket. That must have cleared up the matter because we were soon in lip lock and on our way to the place. 

After some hardcore foreplay in the backseat we made it to our destination. 

As soon as the elevator door shut we went into high gear. I held her against the back of the elevator as I probed her mouth and lavished her neck. 

Her pleasure was in the language of moans and pants as she now gripped one hand around my dick and rubbed my chest with the other. I wanted to see how far I could push this so on our short ride up I managed to get half of one hand in her pants, around her panties and in her shaved pussy. She was so wet I easily slid two finger in her without ever getting her zipper all the way down. The other hand had been gently tugging and was now wrestling with her beautiful nipples. This girl was on fire. 

We fell into the doorway and she wasted no time getting her pants down around those sexy hips and ass. I was up to knuckle number two in her cunt. she was going to make this really fucking hot, I could tell. We continued our tongue battle. We managed to call a truce long enough to pull shirts over heads and then the war was on again. God she had a great body. Full c cups and a nice round ass that would make any mans mouth water. 

I dropped just low enough to kiss my way around her neck as she fumbled with my belt...seeing her round perfect tits in the bra was too much and I had to have a taste. 

I pulled the front of her lacy cups just low enough to get both nipples in an alternating tongue bath...her moans got louder and turned to "yeas"...her nipples tasted like strawberries and felt just as hard....I had tried to maneuver her towards the bed but she seemed to really enjoy doing all this on the wall.

As I got lower her breathing became harder and she grabbed at my locks pulling my head closer to her body....I licked further down her tight stomach to those matching panties. 

In one quick motion she pulled them all the way to one side and turned around to present herself to me from the back...I consider pussy eating an Olympic sport and went in head first. She must have been reading my mind to know that I love to eat pussy from the back framed by a nice sexy ass....my tongue wasted no time doing long slow licks on her outer lips, stopping only to do short fast runs near the top. She had now kicked off her pants and shoes altogether and was leaning on the wall with her face buried in her hair....i'm not sure what she saying a this point but I think I got it.

As I penetrated her pussy with my tongue I held on to her hips with both hands, she was pushing back at me and soon my nose was buried in her ass cheeks. I moved one finger up to her clit and began rubbing while I pushed farther into her. 

Moving my tongue in circles inside her and putting a little more pressure on her clit was definitely what she needed, she was nearly screaming now so I gave her one last lick from the top of her pussy all the way to her sweet sweet ass, which caused her to shake and slam her hands against the wall....I stood up behind her and dropped my pants the rest of the way..as I grabbed a condom and rolled it on she was pulling and pinching her nipples and pushing her ass back at me.....most girls cant handle this much dick in one motion but this girl was far from most....she felt exactly how large I was and let out a low moan......as I pushed into her I could hear the air leaving her body...it was absolutely silent in the room for a few seconds as her body relaxed and I was balls deep. 

I grabbed one of her hands and wrapped my fingers around hers. It felt so good to be in a tight pussy that was still able to take a big dick. The first strokes inside her were anything but gentle...I slammed myself into her over and over again and she just started screaming "yes yes yes" ...anyone on our floor and maybe the floor below us could hear this....the sound of my hips on her ass was deafening.

I held her hip with one hand and slipped my other hand to her neck....she brought my hand up and began sucking on my fingers as I continued pounding her senseless.....after who knows how many strokes I had to slam into her and stay for a second just so I wouldn't come. 

She took this opportunity to move her self to the bar with me still in her...now she was bent forward and I had a good look at those hips and her lean back as I started back into her with slow long strokes.

The sound of her pussy gripping me on every stroke was all I could hear..she reached one hand back and held her ass open so I could see her pussy pulling on me. Where did she learn to fuck like this? Even though im in great shape I could feel myself beginning to sweat, this girl was giving me a good workout and some of the best pussy id ever had at the same time. 

I leaned forward to get two handfuls of tit as I continued the slow fucking. Just when I thought things were slowing down to a normal pace she reached behind her, grabbed one of my hands and brought it to her hair. Whatever she was saying to me amounted to "pull my fucking hair"....so I grabbed the reigns and started power fucking her with hard ass shaking strokes at the same slow pace....every stroke caused my arm to pull hard on her hair and her head would jerk back. She was loving this and started rubbing her clit furiously...this girl was a fucking dynamo....we were a good twenty minutes into the most aggressive fuck of my life and she was turning up the heat. 

With one hand still on her hair I moved the other to rubbing her ass cheeks as I slammed hard into them. Such a smooth full ass, I was losing my mind. I moved my thumb to her asshole as it was begging to be rubbed....I think the combo was too much for her and she stopped moving altogether for a few seconds...I wasn't sure if she was thinking or what until she let out a deep long scream and shook so hard I almost came out of her. To make sure I didn't she grabbed my hips and ass with one hand and held me in her. 

That was one of the most intense orgasms I had ever witnessed. I had truly fallen in love. After almost a minute of recoup she slid away from me and dropped to her knees in front of me...she looked up at me with the most exotic eyes and sly little smile...she pulled the condom from my dick in a slow motion grip and brought me immediately to her mouth....her tongue was sliding back and forth on the underside of me as she pulled on the shaft. She cupped my balls with her other hand and I held her hair as she looked into my eyes....I could have died and gone to heaven...instead I started to come uncontrollably. 

I shot seven hard and strong shots directly into her mouth and heard her relax her throat to take them all. Her moans were so sexy as she deep-throat me and swallowed my cum. someone should have gotten this fuck on tape it was so intense.......lucky for me it was the first of three I had with her that night and the next morning. 

Native Tongues



I work for a national magazine. I've been there for over five years now. We publish stories and photographs of odd and interesting people, places, and things. My group focuses on the unique people of the world. My job is photography. 

* * *

About a year ago, some of the governments of foreign countries felt we were exploiting their natives, and if we wished to continued our "study", then we had to do something in exchange. At first, we tried trinkets - candy and toys, for the children. Most hated the candy and food, as it was so different from what they were used to. They much preferred tree bark, and bugs, or whatever it is they eat. And they couldn't understand even the simplest of toys and games. We were allowed fewer and fewer visits, and it was hurting our publication. I came up with what I thought was a brilliant idea. Instead of the crap we usually bring, what if we offered some medical care? My editor thought it was a great idea, and so did many of the countries' leaders. This is where my wife comes in. As a newly graduated nurse, who is working on being a doctor, this would be a great opportunity for her. She was hired six months ago, as my assistant. Our caravan consisted of my wife, and myself, a writer, a video cameraman, and a travel agent, who kept us in hotels and made things run smoothly. This worked well, as my wife would draw blood and test for diseases, and hereditary conditions, while I snapped pictures of everything I could find.

But this year would be different. Because of highly volatile conditions in many parts of the world, our travel was greatly reduced. This lead to layoffs throughout the company. My editor called me into his office. I figured I was next on the chopping block.

"I know you have been here a long time, and you are a valuable resource here, but..." , he paused for a moment. I knew what was coming, as he continued, "but things are getting pretty tight around here with budget cuts and all. I have decided to give you one chance to prove what I know you are capable of."

Hey, things might be looking up after all, I thought.

"There is a tribe in Africa that so far hasn't been published by anyone. Seems the head elder turns all reporters away. Are you interested?"

"Are you kidding?, I would love to do it!"

"There's one catch...because of the cuts, I can only send you and your wife. You will have to take notes, as well as shoot pictures. Still interested?"

"You bet. When do we leave?" I wanted to get out of there before he changed his mind.

"I had a feeling you would jump on it. That's why I already booked your flight. It leaves in two days. A guide will meet you at the airport, and take you to the hotel. From there, he will take you to the tribes village. He will also translate for you."

I stood up, and reached my hand out,

"Thanks, I won't let you down."

"Not to put any pressure on you, but the whole magazine is counting on you. I know you can do it."All eyes were on me as I left his office. Some thought I had been fired, some knew their jobs counted on me. My wife was at her desk, knowing where I was, but not why.

"Come on, grab your stuff!" was all I said, as I whisked her down the aisle, towards the elevator.

"What's going on? What happened in there?"She was worried for the both of us. By the time the elevator doors opened on the ground floor, she was all over me.

"I knew it was something good! I knew he wouldn't fire us!"I hadn't given her all the details yet, as I didn't want to scare her. That night at dinner, I spilled the news.

"Just the two of us? Can we handle it?"

"Of course we can, we'll just have to work a little harder."

"I suppose, considering the whole operation hinges on us."

* * *

We spent the next day preparing for our trip. By the end of the day we had everything in order. Before we knew it, we were flying across the ocean to some country in Africa, that until now, we had never explored. Our jet landed, and we boarded a smaller plane to take us closer to our destination. A young black man, in his early twenties, met us at the gate. My wife smiled and waved at him. She has always had a thing for dark men. He told us that our guide was running a bit late, and sent him out to pick us up. It took about an hour to get to the hotel, and he pointed out many sights along the way. All to quickly, he had our stuff unloaded and was driving off.

The hotel was suprisingly nice, and the man behind the desk spoke English quite well. He gave us our key, and informed us that our guide would meet us here in the lobby at 8:00 in the morning. This was fine, as we had a long day already, and wanted to just rest. After checking our gear, we took showers and laid down on the king size bed. 

"Our driver was kinda cute, wasn't he?" my wife said, as she slid her hand up and down my chest.

"I wouldn't know, but obviously you think so." I said with a grin. She slowly planted kisses down my chest, and across my stomach. I knew were this was leading, and I knew who she was thinking about. "Maybe I should have invited him up." I teased. "But what would you have done then?"

"Probably this," she said with a mischievous grin. She then lowered her mouth down around my hardening cock, and began that ritual she does so well. She loves to suck cock. Sometimes I think she enjoys it more than fucking. But she's not real fond of the taste. Very seldom will she swallow, preferring to spit it out, and rub it into my shaft and balls. This time was no exception, and when she was done, we fell into a deep sleep.

* * *

The next morning, we woke bright and early to began our adventure. I was dressed and ready, so I told my wife I would go down and see if our guide had arrived yet. She would meet us down there when she was ready. 

The sound of the elevator door opening caught the attention of our guide, who was waiting by the front desk. He hurried over, extending his hand as he approached.

"Good morning, sir. How was your trip? Did you sleep well?"

"Morning .Yeah, it was a pretty good flight, and this hotel is wonderful."

"Great, are we ready to leave yet?"

"No, not yet. Still waiting for my partner."

"Oh yes, that's right, they said there would be two of you." His English was also very good, and I had a feeling my wife would enjoy his company. While we waited, he filled me in on the tribe we would be visiting.

"This is a strange group of natives. The men and women live apart from each other."

I didn't think that was so odd, many natives sleep in separate huts. He sensed that I wasn't grasping his explanation, so he added, "they live about twenty miles apart."Now he had my attention. "Once a year, the women send only a handful of young women to a camp halfway between theirs and the men's' camp. Then the men would send only a handful of guys to this camp. They would mate, and then return back to their homes. Sometimes their timing was not perfect. One group or the other would wait for awhile. Sometimes they would just leave. That is why there numbers are dwindling. There haven't been any births for many years. In fact, there are no members of either tribe under the age of nineteen."

"So there are no women at this camp we are going to visit?" I asked.

"No, the elder thinks women hide an evil spirit, and he gets nervous when any are around."

I wasn't sure how to respond to this, when suddenly my wife showed up, kissing me on the cheek. "Hi honey, is this our guide?" she asked while giving him a very warm smile.

"Er… this is your partner? Uh...we may have a problem."We all sat down there in the lobby, as we explained everything to my wife. She was very understanding, as she knows how different cultures react to different things.

"Well, can we at least try?" she pleaded. "After all, we came a long way."The guide hemmed and hawed. I think normally he would have said no, but there was something about this white women that intrigued him.

"OK, we will go, but there are no promises." He spoke to my wife as he said this. He was young, perhaps 20 years old, but had the demeanor of a much older person. The trip took about three hours, but his Landrover was a newer model, and was very comfortable. The last hour was off the paved road, but wasn't too bad. As soon as we arrived, the natives began staring at us. Well, OK, at my wife. none of them had ever seen a "white" woman before, and many had never seen a woman since leaving the women's' camp while they were children. The men here ranged from about 20 years old up to the chief elder, who appeared to be about 40. They had cleared out a hut for us to sleep and work in, so we started hauling our stuff inside. Our guide was busy setting up his tent, and talking with the others. He was telling them that we were friendly, and were here to help them. This seemed to put them at ease, as they started smiling and nodding to us.

"The elder will see you now." our guide said, as he led us to his hut. Once inside, the guide introduced us, and my wife immediately went over to draw blood. He stiffened a little, but his expression never changed. My wife then hurried back to our "lab" to begin the testing. After she had left, the elder spoke. the guide spoke back to him, then turned to me. "It doesn't look too good. He's not sure about her. He thinks she is hiding something." Then the chief spoke again. I turned my attention to our translator. "He says he wants her to return without any covering so that he can be sure she's not hiding anything."

"He wants her to come back naked?"I understood his reasoning, but I was making sure.

"Yes, but he will be respectful. You can be here the entire time. I will stay also, if you wish."

I knew why he wanted to stay, but for some reason, it was kind of a turn on.

"Honey, how's it going?" She could sense something was up.

"He's clean, very healthy. What's up?"

"He still doesn't trust you."

"I was expecting that."

"He wants you to take off your clothes, so that he can see your not hiding anything."

"I wasn't expecting that! Are you serious?",she laughed, nervously.

"I'm afraid so. Most of these guys are almost naked anyway."They only wore loincloths, that barely covered the parts my wife was hoping to see. "Besides, we're all adults here."

"I'll do this for the magazine, but you have to strip too." she said as she started undressing. I stripped down to my shorts.

"I don't need to be naked, I'm not the one hiding anything." I smirked "Besides, I wouldn't want to make them jealous!" This caused her to laugh. "OK, big man. So where is he?"

"Uh… he's waiting in his hut for us."

"You expect me to walk naked across this camp with over twenty men staring at me?"

"I got news for you." I said with a chuckle, "Look around." As she twirled around, they scattered in different directions.

"You knew they were watching me get undressed, and you didn't say anything?"

"I didn't hear any complaints, besides, what can you do when the walls are made of branches?"Looking around, you could see daylight everywhere.

"Oh well, I guess they saw me already, lets get this over with."We walked hand in hand to the elders hut. The men stared, but they didn't leer. Only a couple of them ever had sex, so they didn't know what they were missing. Our guide, however, was having a hard time not staring for the obvious reasons.

"Uh… I'll be out here, if you need me." he said as he stood guard at the grass door. We walked in, and up to the chief elder, who was sitting on his bamboo throne. Again, no expression on his face, as he motioned her to turn around. He seemed to be fascinated by the fact that her pussy was clean shaven, but said nothing. He examined her from every angle, and even reached out and gently prodded her a few times. He motioned her away, so she walked back over to me. He then said something, and the guide came rushing in. They talked back and forth, stopping occasionally to look at my wife. Her nipples were getting hard. She knew they were talking about her, but had no idea what they were saying. Finally the guide turned to us. "I'm sorry, but the chief still has his doubts about you. I tried everything I could think of. He feels it would be better if we left. I'm truly sorry, I'll be outside packing my things."The two of us stood there in disbelief. My wife looked up at me, "I'm sorry too, this is my fault. I blew it."Then the light bulb went off in my head.

"Honey, I think I have an idea. But it might be a little difficult for you."

"I just walked naked past twenty good looking men, what could possibly be any more difficult?"Did she just say "good looking men"?maybe it was my imagination..anyway, I leaned over and whispered in her ear. I don't know why I whispered, as no one could understand me anyway, but I whispered my idea. At first she was shocked, but a smile slowly crept across her face. 

"I guess it won't be that bad, besides, a lot of people are depending on us."

"that's right!" I quickly agreed, and nudged her forward, before she backed out. She slowly walked over to the chief, keeping her head down the whole way. She then respectfully dropped to her knees in front of him. As she slowly raised her eyes to meet his, she placed her hands on his knees. She ran her hands up until the met in the middle with his manhood clasped in her grip. She slowly leaned forward and planted small kisses along the underside of his slender cock. He had no reaction. That is until she lowered her soft moist lips down around his shaft. Out of his lips came something we finally understood. A moan. She continued sucking and pumping. He was starting to tremble, then suddenly he stiffened. I don't know how many years he had been saving that for, but he sure let loose. I could tell by his body movements that he shot at least seven good spurts into my wife's mouth. I knew exactly what he was feeling, as she continued to swallow gulp after gulp. Wait a sec. Swallowed? The only cum she didn't swallow was the overflow that covered her fingers. As she got up and walked back over to where I was standing, she licked and sucked her fingers clean. On one hand, I was very jealous that she swallowed his load, but on the other hand, my pants were about to burst.

The chief sat there for a moment, while he regained his composure. His face still showing no expression. I would never play poker with this man. He finally shouted something, and in a moment, our guide was standing at the door. He stuck his head in and looked around, then stepped inside. He and the chief spoke for several minutes, before he turned to us. "Well, I don't know how you did it, but you convinced him to change his mind. He said you may stay, but under one condition."

My wife was jumping up and down, "Yes, yes, we will do anything!"She was squeezing my arm. 

"The chief says the poke of your shiny stick causes pain. You offset his pain with pleasure. You must do the same for each member of the tribe." The guide still had no clue as to what had happened here earlier. A shutter ran through my wife's body as the words sunk in. She looked up at me in amazement, "He wants me to suck off all the men!" she whispered. I didn't know if she was offended, or flattered. I soon found out.

"Yes!Of course I will! When do we start?" She was shaking with anticipation, as the two exchanged words.

"The chief says after dinner he will send small groups to your hut. He says they will arrive after bathing in the river."How considerate of the chief. We retreated to our hut to prepare for dinner and dessert. We discussed my wife's "dessert" as we dressed. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, knowing her passion for both dark skin, and cock sucking.

"You bet! I don't know what they eat here, but the chiefs cum tasted like honey! If you figure out their diet, I'll swallow your cum every night!"

"But what if you catch something?"

"Don't be silly. I'm doing all the blood tests, remember? If by chance, I find something, I'll just break out the baby oil and give them the hand job of their life."

"You have thought of everything, haven't you?"She didn't answer, she didn't have to, her smile said it all. Oh god, what if their diet consisted of slugs and spiders and elephant dung? We always brought food with us just in case.

* * *

We strolled over to the "dining hall" at the end of the village. It was basically a large hut with no walls, and a long table. It was covered with fruit. Beautiful fruit, some of which I have never seen before. This was all they ate… so this was their secret! We gorged ourselves on fruits that tasted like nothing we had experienced before. Everything was absolutely wonderful. We drank nectars that were incredible. When we were done, we headed back to our hut, awaiting the first group.

There was a knock on the grass and bamboo door, and it slowly creaked open. Three young men entered, and sat on the bench at one end of the room. My wife went over, and began drawing blood from them. Each one flinched a little, but sat still through it all. It took about twenty minutes before she turned around from the table that made up her "lab" .We hadn't noticed before, but the chief was standing at the door watching. I waved him in, pointing to a chair next to the table. He nodded once, and sat down. She looked at me and said, "All clean!", as she slipped her dress off, and walked towards the men. She kneeled in front of the first one, and lifted his loincloth. His eyes bugged out as her tongue slithered up and down his now erect cock. The other two were fascinated by her actions. It took only minutes before he started bucking his hips, and filling her mouth with warm nectar. She appeared to be orgasming as she swallowed. He was still in shock, as she moved over to the next young man. She proceeded to take him to places he has never dreamed of. I had my digital camera out and was firing off picture after picture. I turned to grab another camera, when the chief held out a cup to me. One small sip told me this was not just nectar. Two cups later, I was pretty well smashed, the chief just sat and smiled. After my wife devoured nine men, the chief decided to call it a night. The rest will have to wait until tomorrow.

As we lay in bed, she spoke to me. "I can't believe how much I love their cum! If it weren't for my sore jaws, I could do that all night!"We couldn't wait to finish up tomorrow.

* * *

The next day, I took pictures of everything I could find, and even wrote a few notes. As my cameras filled up, I downloaded them to my laptop, then e-mailed them to my home via satellite. The chief and I relished each moment watching my wife work. By mid afternoon she had tested and tasted every man in the village. She walked up and stood before the chief and I. "I need more cum." she said matter of factly. She no longer worried about talking in front of the chief, as he always just sat there. I looked up at her and said, "I think the chief here could use another one of your world famous blow jobs, right chief?" as I looked over at him. His expression never changes, other than the occasional smile or nod. She didn't think twice, dropping down in front of him. This time, however, he lifted his loincloth for her, and closed his eyes. She sucked hard and fast, pumping with one hand, and massaging his balls with the other. "I wonder what he thinks about when you're blowing him" I thought out loud.

"I don't care, as long as he cums soon." was all she could spit out between slurps. He soon stiffened and groaned, supplying my wife with her much needed fix. I could see her savoring every drop, not wasting any. 

As the day went on, she made up tests to keep the men coming. And coming. They lined up at the door, and by early evening she was using the juice from aloe plants as lubrication as she pumped with her hands. By bed time, she was exhausted. We had a few stragglers come in, and stand next to her side of the bed. They would slowly pump their own cocks, using the aloe, as she had shown them earlier. They would then place the tips of their dark cocks upon her lips as they came. Her tongue, like a snake, would come slithering out searching for more as she slept.




Native Tongues Down South



It's been a long winter and most of our assignments have been pretty mundane to say the least. I was hoping to get another erotic location, but once again it appeared we would actually have to work for a living. 

We were headed down to South America again, but this time to cover a group of monks in some hilltop monastery. They don't like visitors, and women are taboo, but the diocese has cut their funding for some reason and our boss made them a very lucrative offer. They would allow my wife and myself, but we were to follow and respect the house rules. Should be a piece of cake...

The first few legs of our journey would take us to a town about a hundred miles from the monastery, and from there we had the option of traversing the mountain on foot and horseback, or taking a helicopter. We obviously opted for the whirlybird and spent the day snooping around the shops while we waited for the pilot to show up.

We were curious if anyone knew of the monks, and one of the shopkeepers motioned us over. He seemed to be very nervous as he described the group in broken English. He told us that they had been up there for many many years and usually kept to themselves. Only a few times a year, would they send someone down for supplies, and often they ended up in his shop. He told us they hardly ever spoke, and were not at all very friendly. He heard rumors that they performed rituals that the head church didn't approve of, and so cut the funding. He was afraid they might do something bad to the town people in order to get supplies.

We asked what kind of things they usually bought, so we could bring something they would approve of. After partaking in a questionable dinner, we loaded the chopper with as much stuff as we could and ascended up the big hill. The pilot landed several hundred yards away from the huge castle like building, and quickly unloaded the boxes. He handed us a yellow flag on a stick and told us he would fly by once a week at about this time. If he saw the flag, he would stop to pick us up, if not, we would have to wait until the next week. He didn't even wave as he pulled away, leaving us standing there with a dozen crates and bags. I would have thought all the noise would attract the attention of these guys, but the place looked deserted. That is, until the copter disappeared from sight.

"Welcome to our home." one of the four men said as they loaded our belongings onto a wooden cart. No smile, no handshake, in fact, no real eye contact. We followed them through the gates, up the steps, and into the cold stone house.

"I don't feel so good." my wife whispered as we stood in the immense hall. She did look a bit pale. "I think it was the food in town." 

"Follow me." was all the young monk said as he climbed the stairs to the next floor. "This will be your room. You may rest, we will receive you in a short time." He shut the door and suddenly it was quiet. The only light was coming in through a small window, and it looked almost like a jail cell. I tried the window, and it opened easily. I tried the door, and it too opened effortlessly. My mind was now at ease, but my wife was already laying down, sweating profusely.

A soft knock on the door was heard a split second before it opened, and a young man announced our reception. I told him my wife wasn't feeling well, and we might have to wait until tomorrow for the formal introductions. He took a step into the room to look at my wife, then quickly disappeared. In a moment he was back with another monk and a bowl of water. They began to dab her forehead with the cool water.

"She has a bad fever, she must be cooled down quickly." one of them said to me. I rushed over and unbuttoned her blouse, peeling it back to expose her lace bra. They both reddened for an instant, but continued to use the wet cloths on her body, in an effort to cool her down.

"We will be back in thirty minutes to see how she is doing." They seemed to have a difficult time walking as they exited the room, but not before giving her a pill.

"How are you doing?" I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm still burning up!" she said softly. I unhooked her bra and slid it from her body, then removed her pants and covered her with a cool sheet. I was pretty beat myself, so I crawled onto the small sofa to rest. I know it wasn't ten minutes before the two men slowly pushed the door open. I had a feeling they had never seen a woman up close before, and this one was hot...literally.

The bad boy in me decided to pretend I was asleep, and I watched them from the corner of my eye. They pulled the cloths from the bowl, and slowly pulled the sheet down. Their eyes were the size of melons when they saw her melons, but acted as if this were an every day occurrence. They looked over at me to see if I was still asleep, and proceeded to sponge my wife down, making sure they paid special attention to her ripe tits and hard nipples. They were sure to cover every inch of exposed skin, but dared not to travel beyond her panties. After cooling her down, they pulled the sheet back up and roused her to give her more medication. They left quickly and quietly, but somehow I knew they would return.

I was up the instant the door closed, and pulled the sheet back. I gently sucked on her hot nipples, causing her to coo softly, then I slid her panties off and parted her legs as wide as the small bed would allow. Pulling the sheet back up, I retreated to my uncomfortable little sofa and waited. My wait wouldn't be long as the door creaked open once again.

Their gasps were loud and clear as the sheet was pulled down to her ankles and her clean shaven pussy lips could easily be seen. The two men stood there in shock as they gazed first at her naked body, then quickly in my direction. They were put at ease as I was snoring lightly. I watched them work as they fondled my wife delicately, enjoying the new diversion. I think I could actually hear my wife moan as they "cooled" her pussy down. They were standing at her waist on either side of the bed, so I got a good view of both her tits and her pussy getting attention.

This went on for a few minutes, then suddenly one of the men stiffened and froze. Apparently he was standing next to my wife's right hand, when it took on a life of its own and went exploring. It found the opening of his robe, and the organ hiding underneath it. He obviously didn't know what was in store for him as he pulled away, and straighten out his robe. They left abruptly, but not before popping another pill into her mouth.

This routine was repeated several more times, but then I heard one of them speak.

"Try putting it in her mouth." he said quietly to his friend. I watched as they carefully maneuvered her limp body towards the edge of the bed, but then my view was obscured as they stood on each side of her pillow. I was beginning to wonder if anything would happen, then, in an instant, one of the men threw his head back as he held onto the bedpost. I could hear the soft slurping sound, and knew he was enjoying my wife's talented tongue. He came quickly, and by the sounds of my wife's stifled choking, he came hard. It was probably the first time for him. My wife must have quickly turned her attention to the other monk, as he was now moaning. The first monk moved away to gather his rags, giving me a great view of my wife sucking a thick cock. He too, came quickly, and in buckets. After slipping her yet another pill, they scurried out of the room.

I wanted her so badly, but knew they could return at any time and so I would have to wait. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked down at her. With a weak smile, she said she was thirsty. How ironic, after she just drank a half a cup of cum. I poured her a glass of water from the pitcher, and as she sat up to drink it, she handed me something.

"Here, throw these away." she said as she deposited the tranquilizers they had given her into my hand.

"You mean you didn't swallow them?" I asked incredulously.

"You saw the only thing I swallowed." she said with a wicked grin. "I knew what they were from the onset, and wasn't about to miss all the fun!"

The next morning came all too quickly, and my wife was feeling a bit better. After getting dressed, we headed down stairs to meet our hosts. One monk motioned us to a table, and we sat in silence. Not a word was spoken throughout breakfast, and when all was done, they disappeared through various doors. Another monk motioned us to follow him, as he led us through a maze of corridors, stopping before a large oak door. He opened it for us, but rather than follow us in, he shut it as soon as we had entered.

"Good morning, I hope you slept well." The elder monk emerged from the shadows as he spoke. "I hope you are feeling better today." he said towards my wife.

"Yes I am, thank you." she responded. "Your men were very kind to me."

"I understand you were equally kind." he said without emotion. My wife looked at me with that deer in the headlight look. "But that is OK. You see, we have a different philosophy here. Perhaps that is why the priest fellowship disapproves of us. They treat us like outcasts, but we will show them!" He spoke softly, but insanely. "The two men who came to your room last night, they will not be banished, but they will be punished."

"But I think it was my fault." my wife said meekly.

"No, the men in this house think from their own minds, however, nothing is done without my permission, supervision, or instruction. They failed in that respect, so they must be punished." he sat down behind a huge ornate desk as he looked at us. The room was dark but for a few candles on his desk. "We do not normally accept men under the age of thirty into our order, but we had to replace some of the men who died with age, and took a chance on this latest group. They range from twenty to twenty six years of age. The two in your room were the youngest, one of which just turned twenty."

"What will you do with them?" I asked.

"Probably castration. That should teach the others."

"Oh my god! Isn't that a little extreme?"

"For your society maybe, but up here it is our way. There are forty seven of us living here, and with the exception of two, we are all celibate. Temptation is something we try to control."

"But there must be some other way of dealing with this!"

"Perhaps...I will ponder the situation while you write your story. Either way, this will be handled tonight." He turned and disappeared back into the shadows. As I reached for the door, it was opened from the outside by the monk who led us here. As we retraced our footsteps back to our room, he informed us that we may explore the monastery at our leisure. We could go into any room that wasn't locked, but we couldn't leave the grounds.

After retrieving our cameras and recorders, we set off, wandering aimlessly down the halls. It was easy to get lost, but after a while, we were familiar enough to be able to get to several key areas within minutes. Many of the doors were locked, but we ended up with enough material for a descent story.

By mid afternoon, we headed back to our room, to rest and prepare for dinner. As we set our equipment down, my wife noticed something that was left on the small table in the corner. Upon further inspection, we saw that it was a pair of monk's robes and a note.

"It says we are to wear these for dinner, and we may bathe in the chamber behind the green door." my wife read aloud.

"Okay, so what do we wear underneath these things?" I asked.

"Well, if last night was any indication, nothing." my wife smiled back.

Under any other circumstances, the bathing room would have been a very erotic fuck room, but somehow, we couldn't bring ourselves to mess around in there. My wife was the first one done, and so she slipped a robe over her head. It was so big, it made her look like Dopey from Snow White and seven dwarves. We laughed hysterically, and then she tried the other robe. It must have been for a child, as it was shorter and tighter. She has a way of making a burlap sack look sexy, and I had to wear my boxers to keep my cock from pointing out.

Following her back to our room, I could see the delicate roundness of her sweet ass through the thin, soft material. When we got inside our room, she turned and noticed the effect she was having on me, and gave my cock a squeeze.

"Ooh, looks like I'll be sucking cock tonight!" she said with a wink.

"And I hope your thirsty!" I said back to her as I knew my balls were filled to the brim.

"You know I could drink cum all night long!" she quipped with a devilish smile. I couldn't wait till dinner was over.

We knew where the dining hall was, and found ourselves seated near the head of the long table.

"Do you remember what happened every time we sat down at a long table?" my wife whispered as she gripped my knee. I didn't answer, but I did remember.

The dinner was nothing to write home about, and we were happy to see the two young men were seated further down the table, enjoying their meal with the rest of us. But when we were all done, they were escorted out of the room. They would probably be confined until after we left. The remaining monks chanted something in Latin, and all rose at the same time. We formed a single line and shuffled through a side door into an adjoining room. We were the last in, but were led to the center of the huge room. There was an enormous candle burning, and three stone tables radiating outwards around it. On two of the tables, the two young men were tied, spread eagle and naked.

"Tonight, these two will be punished for the acts they have committed." the elder monk decreed. Beside him was another monk holding a pillow on which a wicked looking dagger lay. My wife wanted to scream out, but held her tongue, as the monk continued. "Normally we would castrate the offenders and be done with it, however, because our guests seemed to be appalled at the idea, I tried to come up with an alternative plan. It would still be a sacrificial ritual, but there would be no blood shed, if you approve." he said towards my wife.

"Yes! Anything as long as you don't hurt these two young men!" my wife said eagerly.

"So be it. You must realize that I don't feel it's right that these two should be treated any better than the others.What they have done is a crime only because they experienced something that could not be experienced by all. And for obvious reasons, we cannot allow women visitors up here, as it would corrupt the men. But tonight, you will help us understand what it is that held their fascination."

My wife and I looked at each other, puzzled as to what he meant, but before we could speak, two large monks escorted my wife to the third table, and effortlessly picked her up and sat her down on the cold slab.

"In order to save these two men, you will show each and every other monk what it was that you did. You will not stop until each man is "educated", even if it takes all night. The two criminals will remain tied, and must watch."

There was a hint of fear in her eyes, but her nipples pushed firmly against the brown material.

"You can still change your mind, if you so desire." he said as he stood only inches from her.

"No, I think I can do this." As the words left her mouth, the monk was already untying the sash that held her robe together. Pushing it off her shoulders, the crowd gasped at her beautiful body. Even the elder monk was stunned, and we stood there for what seemed like an eternity before my wife spoke.

"Well, who is first?" Nobody moved so wifey took it upon herself to get the ball rolling. "I guess it would be fitting if you were first." she said to the elder as she dropped to her knees before him.

She slowly untied his robe, letting it fall open, revealing a thick uncut cock. Leaning in, she planted a kiss on the head and proceeded to plant kiss down the shaft to his hefty balls. He seemed hesitant about the whole thing until she licked her lips and slid them over his expanding head. He quickly understood what the other two had found, as she bobbed her head up and down his now fully erect shaft. Within a minute his knees trembled as he unloaded decades of pent up frustrations into my wife's warm mouth. The last few spurts she scooped up from her breasts and sucked from her fingers as she stood.

"Wow! you give great head!" was all he could say. The words coming from a monk took me by surprise, but the men were now starting to line up, with robes untied, or removed completely. 

Over the next few hours she sucked on cocks while sitting in a chair, while they were laying on the table, and while she was laying on the table. She tried several positions as she sucked and swallowed a lot of warm, sticky cum. At one point, while she was laying on her back, with her head hanging off the end, she somehow felt the presence of someone examining her pussy. All she could see was a pair of balls slapping her forehead as the monk pistoned in and out of her mouth, but instinctively reached out with her feet and clamped them onto the head of a curious monk at the other end of the table. She drew her legs up, bringing his face to her crotch, where he tasted his first pussy. Apparently he enjoyed it as he stayed when she removed her grip. She spread her legs so far apart that her knees were straddling the side of the cold slab as the monk licked her feverishly. Her moans of delight vibrated around the cock in her mouth, and quickly set him off. The sights and sounds were too much for the next monk in line, as he proceeded to shoot his load all over her face about the same time the cock in her mouth erupted.

Soon it was a melee, with men gathered around, covering her face, bukkake style with load after load of sticky cum. She tried valiantly to swallow as much as she could, but it was hard to keep up with all the men. She tried in vain to push the goo into her mouth, but every time she parted her lips, another cock was thrust between them.

"Stop!" the elder shouted. "Give her a moment!" Someone from the crowd handed her a spoon, which she put to use immediately, scooping up cum from her body and eating it as if it were ice cream. Soon she had most of it cleaned up, with the help of one the monks who scooped up what she missed and fed it to her.

By my calculations, she downed about a quart, if not more, but these men appeared to be far from done.

"My jaws are getting a bit sore, do you mind if I use other methods?" she asked of the elder.

"You show us what you want done." he responded. The next monk in line was a heavy set man who looked to be about forty. She told him to lay on his back on the slab, which he did. She gasped as she spread his robe apart, revealing the largest cock so far. Even though it was erect, it lay against his belly, throbbing just slightly. Her mouth watered as she slobbered over it, covering it with saliva, but she was careful not to go too far. She then climbed up onto the slab and straddled his rotund waist, reaching back to guide his thick meat towards her neglected pussy. As she lined the head up with her opening, she slowly slid down his belly, until he filled her completely. She was in a state of orgasm the entire time as she slid up and down the length of his pole. With a mighty grunt, he filled her pussy to the point of overflow, and some of the monks actually cheered. She slid off, stopping to lick his cock clean, then looked toward me with a smile.

She took more than a dozen men in her pussy, and now it too was getting a little sore.

"I think I need a break!" she said as she wiped the glistening sweat from her body.

"The deal was you were to take care of all the men at one time. There are still twelve men left." the elder monk said. "But you can still quit, if you wish."

"No, I owe it to those two men." she said looking at the two still tied to the table, their erections painfully obvious. "Do you have any lubricant?" The monk looked confused. "Like cooking oil, or something?" He snapped his fingers, and another monk ran off through a side door, returning in an instant with a wooden cup. She dipped two fingers in the liquid and rubbed them together. "Perfect!" she said, as she climbed back up onto the slab. She had several robes covering the stone, making it a bit more tolerable. She started out on all fours, but then she laid her head down so she could reach between her legs with both hands, leaving her butt pointing skyward.




Native Tongues Down South



Fortunately for her, the twelve remaining monks lagged behind for a reason. They were not hung nearly as well as their brothers, and were embarrassed. But their smallness would be their reward, as she motioned one of them towards her. As she slathered some oil over his thin penis, she whispered her order to him. "I want you to get up on the slab, and SLOWLY push your cock into my ass."

As if in a trance, he slowly climbed up behind her and gazed at her chocolate starfish as she reached back and spread her cheeks apart. "Come on! the others are waiting!" she whispered rather loudly to him. The words seemed to break his trance as he leaned forward and pushed against her sphincter. "Ooh, not so fast!" she cried, as he quickly backed off, a look of panic on his face. "Slowly!" she said as he once again pushed forward. The room was silent except for the squishy sound of his cock sliding home in her warm bowels. Once in, he instinctively began to stroke in and out, but the warm vise was too much for him, as he quickly unloaded inside her tight little butt.

The remaining men took their turns either pounding her abused pussy or filling her sweet ass with cum. When it was all done, she held the cum of nearly fifty men within her sore body, and she just lay there on her back, trying to catch her breathe. She would have been content to curl up and go to sleep, but the others were still restless. 

One by one, they soon gathered around her and began stroking themselves in an effort to release more of what had been building up inside them for years and years. Within an hour, she was covered in sperm, as she made a futile effort to lick herself clean. She was covered from head to toe in a thick sticky layer. The head monk made his way through the crowd, until he was at her side.

"I am pleased you held up your end of the bargain. Although I will not castrate those two, I still have to punish them, and now it is their turn to make a decision." He then walked over to the two men as other monks began to untie them. "You two now have a choice. You can pack your things and be banished from this monastery, or take the rest of your punishment."

One spoke back, "Oh father, this is our home. We do not wish to leave and will take any punishment you deem fit."

"Very well. Come over here." he motioned to the table on which she was prone. "Using only your tongues, you two will clean this lady from head to toe." They stared at her cum covered body. "She sacrificed a great deal for you, and it is your turn to show your appreciation. Once you are done to her satisfaction she may, if she so desires, provide you with some of the pleasures she showed to the other brothers.

Almost without hesitation, they began the process of licking her body clean. She would shiver each time one of them would touch one of her erogenous zones, and before they were done, she had orgasmed several times. I don't believe any homosexual events ever took place here, but the two didn't seem to have a problem devouring the cum. Perhaps because it was covering a very yummy body. Whatever the reason, they licked her clean in record time.

Needless to say, we missed the next copter, as my wife spent most of her time "educating" the masses. I think she ingested more cum than food while we stayed there, and many a night she spent wandering the halls, visiting the sleeping quarters of the residents. She made it a point to see that every man got a chance to experience all three of her glorious openings at least once. I'm sure it was several times for most, but like she said, "They have a lot of years to catch up on."

By the start of the second week, they all spoke freely to us, and no doors were locked, except for that of the master monk. Over lunch one day I asked him, "On the second day here, I heard you say that my wife gives great head. Where did you learn a phrase like that?" He looked at me for a moment, then stood. Had I offended him? 

"Follow me." he said as he headed for his locked room. I had only been there once, on the second day here, and was very dark, except for the candles on his desk. He showed me in, then closed the door. I stood there as he rounded his desk and sat down. I could see him slowly opening a drawer and reach inside. I heard a soft click, then in an instant I was blinded by light. As my eyes adjusted, I could see fluorescent lights across the ceiling. Still in a state of shock, I stood there as he opened another drawer and pulled out what looked like a book. As I moved closer to his desk, I could now see he was opening a laptop computer.

"I have solar panels and batteries on the roof for power, and a satellite dish for Internet service. I have to be informed you know." He had a glint in his eye, and a broad grin. "Oh look! I have mail!" he said as he pecked away on the keyboard.

"You sly devil you!" I said as I watched him. "This whole time I thought you were innocent!"

"Actually. I am...or at least was until your woman took care of me. And, yes, she does give great head!"

Our time came to an end too soon, and we had to leave. As usual, we were welcomed back any time we wished, and as our copter landed, the main monk handed me two robes.

"These are a token of appreciation." he said with a smile.

I handed him a small box.

"It's just a small token of our appreciation too!" I said as we climbed aboard the craft. They all stood there and waved as we flew away.

"Wow! that's the first time I ever saw them outside!" the pilot exclaimed. "You must have really loosened them up!" he chuckled. He will never know.

On the flight home, my wife finally turned to me.

"OK honey, what was in the box you gave him?"

"He didn't want me to tell you while we were there, but he has a computer and a satellite dish in his room."

"What! Are you serious?"

"Absolutely. But that's his secret. Anyway, I gave him my web cam and e-mail address, and instructions on how to hook it all up. I figured we could give him a show every once in a while."

"You are so sweet!" she said as she snuggled up next to me. Boy, I love my job!



Native Tongues Enjoy Earth Day



As D began sauntering in my general direction, I turned to thank Beth, but she had already disappeared into the crowd. When I turned back the other way, D was standing right there.

"Oh...hi...did you find Mark?" I asked innocently.

"You know I did...did Beth take good care of you while I was gone?" she asked as she licked the tips of her fingers.

"Uhh...what do you mean?" I wasn't sure how much she knew.

"Oh come on! I knew you were standing there watching, and I told Beth to follow you as you followed me, and to take good care of you."

"You're a sneaky little brat!" I said as I hugged her tightly. "So how was he, anyway?"

"Just another cock...OK, just another big cock...oh all right! His cock was huge! It felt good for a minute but it hurt going in, and it hurt after a bit of fucking. That's why I finished him with my mouth. Damn he had a lot of cum, but I thanked him and left. But before I left, he asked me for my number, and I told him no. I also told him if you were interested in another meeting, you would get a hold of him, as you were watching all of this. That made him a bit nervous, but he agreed."

We walked hand in hand through the park and watched the grown ups acting like children, running around and playing games, and buying worthless junk. By eleven o'clock most of the crowd was gone, and we headed up towards the big cabin, to see what was happening there. The main floor was deserted, but the remains of the dinner feast were still on the table. We picked at some of it, then followed the laughter downstairs, where most of our group could be found.

"It's about time!" Linda shouted, as we watched several of them play nude Twister. Tammy was contorted over Don and was holding onto his cock to keep from falling. After a few minutes of bending and reaching, they all fell into a big tangle of arms and legs, and laughter.

"OK guys, time for one more game!" Don shouted as he picked himself up from the polka dot mat. "This one is for the girls. Tonight we will see who can take my cock the deepest. So far the record stands at seven and a half inches." His cock was probably close to eleven inches when hard, but it was very thick, and most women had a difficult time just getting the head to fit in their mouths. D just glanced at me and smiled, we both knew who would win tonight.

Tammy was first, as she had been drooling over his meat ever since the hot tub. His shaft looked immense in her little hands, as she began by planting kisses all over it. After licking the purple head a few times, she attempted to shove it past her lips. Her mouth wouldn't open enough to take more than three inches or so, and Linda clamped her hand around her husband to mark Tammy's progress. Holding a ruler up she announced, "Three and three quarters, not bad!"

Jen tried, but was uncomfortable just trying to get just the head in her mouth. She did mention earlier that she was getting a headache, so we didn't tease her much about her feeble attempt.

Beth was next, and I knew she, like my wife, enjoyed sucking cock, and dove right in. She had no problem with the pulsing head, and after a minute of slow bobbing, she signaled that she was at her limit. We could tell because she would start to gag, then back off just a tad. Linda held up the ruler, "Wow! Just shy of seven inches! Almost a new record!" Beth strutted back to the couch and high fived the other girls.

"OK D, your turn! Let's see what you can do!" Linda yelled. My wife stood slowly and sauntered over to Don. She stood nose to nose with him, smiled and winked, and slowly gyrated down until she was on her knees. She never broke eye contact with him as she started with her figure eights, down to his big hairy balls, and then back up to the tip, which now had a drop of pre cum leaking out. After swiping her tongue across the sticky fluid, she made a quick pass up and down, slathering his sausage with saliva. She then placed the gigantic head between her lips, put her hands behind her back, and while she stared straight up into his eyes, she leaned forward, taking his entire length down her throat. She slowly backed all the way off and did it again. Everyone in the room sat there with their mouths hung open, including Don and Linda, while I sat there smiling like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh my god!" was heard by several people, and "Holy shit!" by others. They would look at her, then at me, then back at her. The contest should have been over, but D picked up the pace, and was now using her hands, trying to achieve her ultimate goal. It wasn't long in waiting, as Don obviously never had the pleasure of my wife's velvety throat before. His legs began to buckle under the intense enjoyment, and soon pumped his thick load down her throat.

Now came the fun part. All the girls wanted to know how she did it, and if she would teach them. Of course all the guys volunteered to help any way they could. So the rest of the night was spent watching D expertly suck off each of the guys, and in return, the girls each practiced on me.

Sunday morning, the workers cleared the area, and for the most part, made it look like it did on Friday, before all the chaos. Jen and Kevin had to leave early, but the rest of us stayed, and had an orgy that lasted several more days. Even the two security guys stayed around for a day and joined us, much to my wife's delight. We made some new friends, which we still keep in touch with, and plan on making this a regular event.

Oh, and the prize for my wife's deep throat act? A wide screen television. Did I tell you how much I love Earth day?



Native Tongues Find Their Sea Legs



Our boss laughed when we walked back through the door on Monday morning, but the joke was actually on him. The "Nude Day" assignment he gave us turned out to be a lot of fun. He thought we would be embarrassed, but he was the one who turned red as we relayed to the rest of the office, the details of our excursion.

"I need to talk to you guys." he said as he turned towards his office. It was painfully quiet as we sat down and waited for him to continue.

"Now, the last assignment was merely fun and games, and I'm glad you two enjoyed yourselves, but it's time to get back to work. As you two know, every publication around has done a piece on the war. I tried to stay away from it, but the public is just soaking it up." He swiveled around in his chair.

"But the war has been done to death...no pun intended." D said, as we tried to read our editor's face.

"I know, but I think I may have a different angle. This whole thing started with the Trade Towers in New York, and by now, it's back to business as usual. But for those protecting us, it's far from usual. I thought maybe you guys could cover the Navy ships that are used to restock the fighting cruisers...you know...sort of a 'behind the scenes' kind of thing. It hasn't been touched on much, and those guys are just as important as the ones we see on TV."

D and I looked at each other, and nodded in agreement. Without saying a word, because we already knew, I held out my hand. He knew as well, and opened his desk drawer pulling out the packet. I snatched it from his hand, and we left the humid office.

We didn't even open the envelope until we got home, at which time we discovered we would be traveling to the East coast. It seemed almost like a waste of time, as we would be flying for almost as long as it would take to get the story. We were to spend one day on a Navy supply ship, taking pictures, and interviewing sailors, then it was back home again.

The flight was typical, and we took a cab to a nice hotel. We checked all our gear, and hit the sheets early, as the ship would be pulling out about eight the next morning.

We got to the base around seven, as we weren't sure what would be involved in getting clearance.

"Didn't anybody call you?" the sentry asked, as we handed him our passes. "The supply ship had mechanical problems off the coast of North Carolina. I'll let you in to talk to my commanding officer." he handed us a small map of the base, and gave us detailed instructions on how to get there. Typical government, the building was straight ahead.

"I'm sorry you made the trip all the way out here, but these things happen." he said. I could tell he was truly sorry, as he really wanted his men to get the recognition they deserved. We said our farewells, and almost made it out the door when he shouted to us.

"Hey! I have an idea! Hang on a sec!" He grabbed the phone, and turned his back to us while he spoke. A minute later he hung up the handset and smiled at us.

"It isn't much, but we have a sub coming into port. The crew onboard has been out to sea for nearly six months. They'll have some time off, and the second crew will be doing exercises for a few hours each day. Your welcome to tag along for a day with them." He waited for our response.

"Oh wow! I've never been on a submarine before!" D exclaimed. She had no idea. I knew from experience that it would be cramped, hot, and smelly, but crap, we did come all the way out here for a story.

"Yeah, I guess that would be fine." I said without a lot of enthusiasm.

"Great! It should arrive here about twenty-three hundred hours. You should be back around seven hundred." We shook hands and found our way back to the gate. We spent the rest of the day sightseeing.

"What's it gonna be like?" D finally asked as we walked into the hotel lobby.

"It'll be hot, and it will smell like diesel." I said flatly.

"Then I better wear something cool." she said. As soon as we were in our room, D began to rifle through her stuff. as she pulled out clothes, she suddenly burst into laughter. I had to see what was so funny.

"Hey! How about if I wear this?" she teased, holding up a short "sailor dress", complete with the black tie.

"Yeah, I dare you!" I said as we rolled on the bed laughing. She then got up and laid out a silk pant suit, throwing the dress back in her bag. I wonder why she even brought that thing with us.

The next morning at o'dark thirty, we began to assemble ourselves for the day. Fresh out of the shower, D walked over to the balcony and stepped out.

"Looks like it's going to be cold today." she said with a shiver as she closed the glass door.

"Well yeah, when you walk outside naked!" I reminded her.

"We're twenty floors up, and it's still dark out." she said in her defense. But it was getting late fast, so I jumped into the bathroom while she got dressed. D was ready by the time I opened the bathroom door. I grabbed my coat, she already had hers on, and we ran to the elevators.

The same guard was in the booth, and he greeted us with a wave.

"Gonna try again, huh?" he said as he pulled out another map. It took him five minutes just to convey to us, the difficult route of going to the end of the lot and turning right. It took him longer to explain it, then it took for us to walk the quarter of a mile down to the pier.

As we stood there, the crew slowly began to make their way down the narrow path. They looked beat, must be from getting up so early.

"May I help you?" one of them asked politely.

"Yes, we're supposed to go out with you guys for the day." I said holding up my camera.

"Oh, reporters?" he asked, as he straightened out his tie.

"In a way." I said as I handed him a card.

"Oh wow! I read that magazine all the time! You mean that's you?" he said excitedly.

"Well, we do some of the articles."

"You guys will have to excuse the crew. Seems the back up crew didn't arrive, and we have to go back out. At least we got hot showers and got to sleep in the barracks for a few hours. But five months, twenty two days and six hours is a lot of time to spend with fifty five other guys...if you know what I mean." He blushed a bit when D caught his eye.

The sun had risen and most of the crew were on board. As we walked up the gang plank, we could hear some of the men moaning about being on the sub for another day.

"Ma'am, it's going to be a bit warm on board, would you like me to take your coat?" I quickly shed mine, but for the first time in a long time, D started to turn red.

"Honey, are you all right?" I asked. She just gave me a nod. "Give the man your coat, it's gonna be like an oven down there!" She slowly started to unbutton her coat. The rest of the crew were getting ancy to pull out.

"Sir, if you are ready..." he said as he gestured towards the hatch. I quickly descended down the ladder, and was greeted by a dozen or more sailors. It turns out they are all big fans of mine, so this trip may not be too bad after all. Of course they all still moaned about being here, but the tone of their moans changed dramatically. I turned around to see why, and noticed they were all looking skyward. Or hatchward as the case may be. Now I could see D's predicament. She decided at the last minute to wear her sailor dress, but thought she could keep it under wraps until we got off the sub.

Try to picture my lovely wife, in a short, short dress, climbing down the ladder with a crowd of horny young men gathered below. I guess it wouldn't have been too bad, if she would have worn panties, but no one complained about her silk stockings and garter belt.

The men soon realized that she was my wife, and became more embarrassed about the situation than D was. When her feet finally hit the floor, the men cheered, and one placed his hat on her head, completing the look.

Now normally, it would take one sailor about fifteen minutes to show someone around the sub, but, for some unknown reason, it took six men almost an hour to give D the tour. She loved the attention, and it put her at ease, as she crawled through each hatch, giving sailors on both sides a nice view.

We sat in the combination mess hall and galley as the sub pulled out into the sea.

"So, why the change in costume?" I asked as I put my hand on her knee.

"I was going to surprise you when we got off the sub." she said meekly.

"But instead you gave these guys a show." I noticed the two cooks couldn't keep their eyes off D.

"I wasn't trying to be a tease." she said softly.

"But now that you are, what are you going to do about it?" I asked as I slowly pulled her knee towards me, effectively spreading her long legs apart. I knew the cooks were getting an eye full right about now.

"What would you like me to do about it?" she cooed in my ear.

"Whatever it takes not to tease these poor guys." I whispered back as my fingers grazed across her pussy lips.

I stood to leave just as one of the cooks approached the table.

"Would you care for something to drink?" he asked.

"Not for me thanks, but I'm sure she will drink whatever you put in front of her!" I laughed. Taking the hint, she looked at him and licked her lips.

"Oh lady, it's not nice to tease a guy who has been out to sea for six months!" he said with a red face.

"Who said I was teasing?" she countered back as she moved to the end of the bench where I had been sitting. The sailor was frozen in his tracks as she grabbed his shiny belt buckle and pulled him closer to her. In the flash of an eye, she was sucking on the straw that would give her a warm salty drink.

I was trying to get upstairs to grab a few pictures, but before I even got to the end of the galley, I heard the grunts of a sated man. I turned to see D swallowing a mouthful of cum before turning her attentions to the other cook who was waiting his turn. She gave me a little wave as she began bobbing her head.

Well, word spread quickly, and I was given a detailed tour of the sub. My guide was probably the smallest guy on the ship. He was barely five feet tall, but had the advantage of fitting into tight quarters. Apparently he thought my wife's antics were a big secret, and his job was to keep me out of the way.

"So, you must be the low man on the totem pole." I said as we inspected the hinges on one of the lockers.

"Yeah, is it that obvious?"

"Yeah...so when is it your turn?"

"Er...my turn for what?"

"You know...with my wife." There was an awkward silence.

"Um...oh, you know?" he tried to sound surprised.

"Yeah, basically it was my idea." We talked for a while, and he finally relaxed.

"I'm always the last in line for everything." he said glumly, "And I'm lucky if there's anything left by the time I get there."

"Come on!" I said, "Not this time."

We threaded our way through the maze of hatches, where we eventually found the sleeping quarters. She was on her back in one of the cramped berths, with a sailor squeezed in on top of her. One of her legs was sticking out into the walkway. As they humped, we watched and listened.

"Hey lady...any chance I can cum in your mouth?" we heard him say.

"Of course!" she panted. I think she was hoping for any chance to get him off her so she could breath. He rolled out, and stood by the edge of the mattress, his thick cock glistened, as if he just pulled it out of a pot of honey. But then, I guess he did.

Just as he guided the head into her mouth, he caught a glimpse of us standing there, watching.

"Oh!...ah...er..." He panicked, and tried to stuff his pole back in his pants. Ensign Roy and I laughed.

"No! go ahead and finish!" I shouted out, as I waved my hand towards her. He was confused, and didn't know what to do, but the little head made up his mind, as it pointed obscenely towards D. She leaned out and licked it clean, then began some serious hand work, pumping furiously until his knees began to buckle. Holding on to the top bunk, he began to piston in and out of her mouth, picking up speed until, with a mighty growl, unleashed months of cum. Several gulps later, they were finished, both out of breath, but only one was out of cum.

"This is Ensign Roy." I said, as D stood up and smiled. "I want you to take special care of my new friend!" I told her as I pushed him in her direction. She was all over him before I even left the cramped little room. D and I hadn't had sex for two weeks, and for her, that's like six months, so I knew how horny she was.

I could be sure she had sucked the first load out of him before I made it upstairs to the control room. I took a seat in the corner, so I wouldn't be in the way, and pulled out a camera.

After an hour or so, I felt I knew all these guys, and it was amazing how well they all worked together. By now, they knew that I knew, and the mood was a lot more relaxed than earlier, although I wasn't sure how the commanding officers felt about her behavior.

Suddenly, amid all the beeps and alarms, one little buzzer went off over a red phone. The crew froze, and the man with all the stripes on his shoulders, walked over and picked up the phone. I don't think I heard him say two words before hanging it up. When he turned around, he was a few shades whiter than before.

"OK men, we have a code blue, let's shut her down!" The men scrambled around the room, flipping switches, and running in different directions. I must have looked scared, as the officer calmly approached me, and sat down.

"It seems the terrorists are getting smarter. A bunch of them just commandeered a Spanish sub, and they are somewhere in our vicinity." He spoke slowly and clearly. "Because we have virtually no weapons on board, we'll have to wait it out. The men are cutting the power, and we will settle on the ocean floor, so they don't pick us up on sonar." About this time, the lights went out, but the room was still illuminated by the red low energy bulbs. As each station shut down, it got quieter and quieter. Soon the ship was eerie, with the exception of the distant thumping we heard. The sound seemed to be coming from the engine room, so several men went to check on it. I followed, camera in hand. The sound was getting louder, so we knew we were headed in the right direction, but the thumping was erratic, not like anything the crew ever heard before. As we gathered around the closed hatch, we knew whatever it was, it was right on the other side. One of the men spun the wheel, but just as he was pulling it open, we knew without looking.

The thumping was new to them, but the moans and groans of two people fucking were all to familiar. 

"Ever had a little seaman in you?" he said through gritted teeth, not knowing we were watching. We laughed our asses off as Ensign Roy unloaded more cum in D's wet pussy. With every stroke, Roy hit his head on the bunk above them, causing the mysterious thump we heard.

The whistling and applause were short lived as one of the crew briefed Roy on what was happening.

After sitting on the ocean floor for about an hour, the men began to panic. The commanding officer, although calm, was a very frightened man. After all, we had no weapons to speak of, this was supposed to be a training exercise.

"I wish I could tell the men everything will be all right. I wish there was something else to think about." he said solemnly. The light bulb that went off in my head would have blinded the entire crew as I jumped up and crossed the room to where D was now sitting. I whispered my plan in her ear, and she shivered with approval. I walked to the center of the room to make my announcement.

"Gentlemen, it seems we may be down here for awhile, so I have a proposition for you." All eyes were on me, which was a shock, with D sitting in the same room. "D would like to see if she can get every man off before we surface. She has already done four of you, but that still leaves over four dozen men." Their eyes searched the room for her, but she had already left, the only clue she was there was her dress hanging on a hook by the aft hatch. "It would make her very happy if you guys could help her with her goal...I think she's waiting down in the galley." I barely had the words out, when the stampede for the ladder began.

The commanding officer and I were the last ones down, and the smell of D's sweet pussy replaced the diesel odor that normally permeated the ship. She was spread out on the table, where two lines formed, one between her legs, and the other by her head.

"You know, we could make this happen a lot faster if we had some lube." I said casually. In an instant, a sailor appeared out of nowhere, handing me a tube of KY jelly.

"Don't ask." was all he said as he disappeared back into the crowd. I worked my way to the table, and when I caught her eye, I held up the tube. With a grin, she held out her hand and snatched the lubricant from me. When the two guys finished, she sat up.

"OK, you...on your back!" she barked to the next guy in line. She worked a little jelly into his cock, and slid down over it, shuddering when she hit bottom. She held her hand out, and the next guy stepped towards her. She then slathered some KY on his erection, and wiped some across her chocolate starfish. He got the idea rather quickly, and positioned himself between her tight little cheeks. With a slow and steady push, he worked his way into her warm bowels, and with her hand still coated, she began to stroke the black cock aimed at her tongue.

Because there was no air circulation, the room became very stuffy and hot. As each man finished, he would leave the room to cool down. The cook had thrown a pile of towels under the table to sop up the steady stream of cum dripping off my wife. And every time a man would rise from the table, she would bend down and lap up some of the puddles, causing the bystanders to groan with delight.

Glancing at my watch, I could see we have been down here for an hour and a half. By my calculations, at three guys every three minutes or so, she should have been done by now, but there were still quite a few guys still in line. It took me a minute to figure it out, but I soon realized that many of these guys had come back for seconds, possibly thirds. It got to the point where I couldn't breath, so I headed up the ladder to the control room. There were six guys up here, and I noticed the control panel was now partially lit.

"Any word yet?" I asked the officer sitting at the desk.

"Oh yeah, the terrorists weren't as smart as we thought. They opened the torpedo doors, both inner and outer at the same time and flooded the sub. The crew was rescued and the idiots were arrested."

"Oh wow! That's great! When did you hear?"

"About an hour ago, but the guys were having so much fun down there...I hope you don't mind." he said with a sly grin. He then picked up the intercom and announced the news to the rest of the crew. You could hear the whoops and hollers coming from all directions.

"Please report back to your stations as soon as you are finished in the galley." was his last order before setting the microphone down.

Slowly the ship returned to it's noisy self as the engines rumbled to life. D was shown to a shower, and one of the guys gave her a shirt to wear. Funny, it was very similar to the dress she had on. She sat down next to me and curled her feet up underneath her.

"I can't believe I actually did every man on this sub!" she said excitedly.

"Well, actually...you didn't." her face showed her confusion.

"You did everyone but the captain of the ship." I said, nodding in his direction. He was oblivious to our conversation as he had a ship to run. D rose and sauntered over to the man, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

"It seems I missed somebody." she whispered in his ear, as her hand wandered over his body.

"That's OK, I'm not much for crowds." he said as he pushed her hand from his crotch.




Native Tongues Find Their Sea Legs



"Then let's go to your room. My goal is not complete until every man has had me." Holding his hand, she pulled him towards the hatch.

"Uh...other way." he coughed, as D changed direction, and they disappeared down the hall.

"When we get to your room, you have your choice...mouth, butt or pussy."

"Only one choice?" he teased back.

She giggled that sexy giggle as the door closed behind them.

It was over a hour before they emerged from his quarters, and I could tell he tried everything on the menu. The men were still applauding their leader, when D grabbed my hand and tugged me out of my chair.

"Come on!" she said. "Tommy said we could borrow his room."

"Tommy?" I asked.

"Commander Thomas R Winslow. The third, I think" she said with a serious face. "Or Tommy to his friends." she smiled. "You said my goal was to do every guy on board, well there is still one guy left...you!" she pushed the door shut and locked it. As she wrapped her arms around me, she pushed her pink tongue into my mouth. I could taste the sperm on her breath. She unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop to the floor. "I hope you don't mind sloppy seconds." she cooed as she reclined on the thin mattress. A small bead of cum oozed from her clean shaven snatch, as she spread her legs apart. 

Of all the guys she was with today, I was the first to run my tongue up and down her slit. She had been fucked so many times, that the gentle touch of my tongue quickly sent her over the top. As I gently spread her soft lips apart, I could taste the remnants of dozens of men who had cum here today. My soft touch was too much for her, as she sat up and straddled my face, dumping a load of cum into my mouth. After swallowing the sticky goo, she leaned forward into a sixty-nine, at which time I focused my attention on her little brown pucker. Rolling my tongue up, I stabbed it in, resulting in another mouthful of cum. This load wasn't as sweet as the one mixed with her pussy juices, but from where I was at, it was all good.

I quickly came in her talented mouth, and after swallowing, she spun around and kissed me. I was expecting a mouthful of my own cum, but she had already swallowed every drop. She was now slowly sliding up and down my soft pole, but within seconds, I was hard again, and meeting her thrusts halfway. Ten minutes later I could feel that familiar feeling, and grabbed onto her hips as I came hard inside her.

We lay there for a few minutes, before she rolled off me, and onto her belly. I got up, and was pulling my pants up, when she looked at me.

"You're not done yet, are you?" she asked as she arched back, pushing her ass high in the air.

I walked right up to the edge of the bed and looked at her.

"I don't think I can..." Before I could finish, she wrapped her soft wet lips around my cock, and did some amazing things with her tongue.

"Well, I think you can." she said as she surveyed my now throbbing member. She remained on all fours as I got behind her and I pushed my cock into her very wet pussy. She placed her head on the pillow, but kept her bottom pointing skyward.

"Un uh sailor...wrong port." she said as she reached back and spread her cheeks. She didn't have to tell me twice as I pulled out of one hole, and headed for the other. Even after all those guys, her butt was still as tight as ever, and it didn't take me long to leave a sticky deposit deep inside her.

After regaining our composure as best as we could, we headed back to the control room, to find all was business as usual. In fact, many of the crew were as furlorned now as they were when we left this morning.

"Did we miss something?" I asked of the fearless leader.

"The exercise is almost over, we will be back in port within the hour, and I think the guys are going to miss you two."

"You mean they're going to miss D."

"Yeah, whatever." 

I could see the wheels turning in D's head and knew she was plotting something, but before I could confer with her, she stood up.

"Hey guys! I was thinking..." she said as she paced back and forth, waiting for maximum attention. "When we get back to shore, why don't we get a few hotel rooms..." Now she had everyone's attention. "We can play 'submarine' and I'll go down!" She giggled at her own joke.

"Hey man, are you OK with that?" Roy asked me.

"Only if everyone shows up!" I said, looking directly at Thomas. There was silence as we waited for his response.

"Oh...what the hell! Let's party!" he yelled, shocking many of the crew. The attitude changed, and we couldn't wait to hit dry land. We were aware that some of the guys were married and would take off to be with their wives, but that still left plenty of horny men. On the way in, one of the guys sat next to D.

"I can't believe your husband lets you do this to him!" he said to her.

"I don't do this to him...I do it for him. He calls the shots, and if he wants me to stop, I stop. There are times when I watch him with other women as well. We just enjoy sex!"

"Wow! That's quite a relationship you guys have."

"I know, and we wouldn't trade it for anything!" I said as D and I squeezed hands.

Twenty eight guys showed up at the hotel, and the party lasted for three days. We didn't even stop to eat, and we kept room service very busy. In fact, D wore out several room service guys, who happened to fall into her web.

Back home, our editor was apologetic when he heard we missed the boat. And he was really bummed when he found out we were stuck on a smelly sub, and couldn't get out of town for three days.

"I guess I owe you two big time for this one." he said as we moped out of his office. But once the door shut behind us, we looked into each other's eyes and smiled.

"Yeah, he owes us big!"

A note from Parts Guy: I know it's only a dirty story, but for what it's worth, I'm dedicating it to all the Americans who do their part in protecting our freedom. Without this freedom, I wouldn't be writing, and you wouldn't be reading. Thank you.



Native Tongues Up North



Our vacation in Borneo was fantastic. The people, the food, the sun, it was all great. Remind me to tell you about it sometime. But between the sunburns, and the heat rashes, we needed a change. We looked over our options, and narrowed it down to a few places with a milder climate. The only problem was, the assignments were mild as well. Then our editor walked in with what he thought was a nice change.

"I don't mean any disrespect, but are you nuts?" my wife gasped. We were stunned by his suggestion. Sure, we wanted cooler weather, but Greenland? What was he thinking?

"No, I'm serious. I heard rumor that our competition was planning a story up there, but as of yet, they haven't got it. As usual, I want to be the first, and you guys are the only ones who could pull this off." He gave us those puppy dog eyes, as he waited for our answer.

"Damn it. When do we leave?" my wife said with a tone of defeat. 

He was all smiles when he told us that he already had us booked for Tuesday. He whistled a tune as he strode back to his office, knowing we would come through for him. Again.

"That bastard." she grinned. "He knew all along we would go."

"I guess that's why he's the boss." I quipped.

We started checking weather reports as soon as we got home, to help us decide what we needed to wear.

"It's 0 right now." I said nonchalantly. She just glared at me. "Must be having a heat wave." I added. 

She now flipped me off. She doesn't do cold very well. I looked over the brief description of the people we would be covering. "It says here, that these people are somewhat civilized, and supposedly have a lot of modern conveniences. They are suppose to be a lot like us."

"Yeah, right. Bet they all have ice makers too." she said snidely.

Not much was said on the flight, as this wasn't like a trip to the tropics. We just wanted to get this over with. Our first stop was in Nuk, on the south west coast. The cold wind stung our faces, as we ran for the terminal.

"Jeez it's cold out there!" my wife exclaimed, as she rubbed her hands together. Even though we were protected from the wind, it was still cold inside. She stopped an old timer as he walked slowly across the room.

"Excuse me, do you know how cold it is out there?" she shivered.

"Well...today it's about 20 degrees out, but they say it might start getting cold tomorrow. Better enjoy the nice weather while it lasts!" he said as he shuffled by. 

These people sure know how to piss my wife off.

We warmed ourselves with hot cocoa while we waited for the next flight to leave. Another small commuter plane would take us to a spot just south of Cape Morris Jesup. The Eskimos here fish during the summer, but would be holed up around this time of the year.

Our plane landed on a bumpy airstrip in what looked like nowhere. Other than the tarmac, everything was white. Several cars and trucks were lined up waiting for the visitors. Some of the cars had cardboard boxes on their roofs, with names scrawled on them. My wife, in her desperation to get out of the cold, spotted our name first. It was an old four wheel drive with smoke coming out the exhaust, and all the windows were frosted over. We could see a small circle appear on the drivers window,as the driver cleared a spot to peer out from. We waved to him as we hurried towards his vehicle. He smiled and nodded, but made no move to open a door, or help us with our stuff. We piled in quickly and shut the door behind us.

"Sorry I didn't help you there, but it's frickin' cold out there!" he said in amazingly good English. 

We all laughed, as we pulled out towards our destination. The old truck was toasty warm, which made up for the bad roads we would have to endure for the next two hours.

"The villagers you are visiting, they are nothing special, why would you want to see them?" our driver asked.  

"We just wanted to cover their culture, and show the world how people live in extreme conditions." I said as I started taking pictures of anything that wasn't white.

"But their lives are just like yours and mine, you'll see." There wasn't much to look at here, but he was sure to point out anything he could. At least he was trying to keep a conversation going.

"Hey, we're just about there!" he said as we passed no landmarks that I could discern. In just moments, we spotted what appeared to be an oversized outhouse. The wooden building couldn't have measured more than ten feet by ten feet. It was the only building one could see as the tundra spread for miles in every direction.

"You've got to be kidding!" my wife exclaimed, as we stared in disbelief.

"Nope, this is it!" the driver said with a grin.

"There must be some mistake!" My wife did not want to leave the warmth of the truck for this little shack.

"No mistake, but I think you will be surprised once you get inside. It's bigger than it looks." With that, he tooted his horn, and soon a fur covered Eskimo opened the door a crack. When he saw us, he hustled out to help us with our gear.

"Hurry up! Let's get back inside where it's warm!" he shouted as he grabbed a handful of boxes. Wow, people who speak English. This may not be too bad after all. I had to pull my wife out, as we waved to the driver. He tooted his horn, and was off again.

As soon as we were inside the door, we stomped our feet to clear them of snow and ice, and pulled the hoods back on our parkas, so we could see. As our eyes focused to the dim light, we could see nothing but four walls, and our guide standing in front of us, looking like a bear in all his furs. No furniture, no pictures, just a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. My wife and I looked at each other in wonder.

"Come on! Follow me!" the Eskimo said, as he turned, and walked towards the wall. His over sized fur coat had blocked our view of what was behind him, as he descended down a flight of stairs. We followed him in silence, the steps creaking softly.

When we landed at the bottom, we discovered what the driver had meant about being surprised. It was a small underground city. With all the lights and colors, you would have thought you were in Vegas. Well not quite, but it was amazing, nonetheless. People milling about dressed in jeans and tee shirts, playing games and watching TV. We were speechless, as we took in all of our surroundings.

"What? You thought we lived in igloos or something?" He laughed as he pushed us into the room. We found that many here spoke English, but many of the elders stuck with Danish, or some other dialect. They were all very friendly, and it was easy to gather a story. My wife found they had a medical clinic, but it was seldom staffed, so she took it upon herself to straighten things up, and put the clinic in working order.

It was explained to me, that during the winter months, all the children were sent south to a boarding school, and the only children who could stay, were under the age of four. This year there were only two young children, and there was a nursery that took care of them during the "Long Night".

"Long Night?" I asked.

"It has been a tradition for many generations." my new friend started. "It is when it stays dark for the longest period. The elders would tell stories, and the women would serve drinks and food to the men, as they all sat around a big fire. But it's never dark down here, and times have changed. We have no children here, and the babies are kept in a nursery for the celebration. Basically we get drunk and party for four days!" This assignment was looking better and better.

"The only problem we have now, is the lack of women. There are only six, two are in their sixties, and two alternate in the nursery, That leaves only two to serve and entertain almost thirty men."

"Entertain?" I wasn't sure what he meant by this.

"They used to sing and dance, but neither of these two can sing, and watching them dance can get boring after awhile. That's why we usually end up just drinking."

"My wife is great at entertaining, maybe she could help out." Of course, I didn't tell him what kind of entertainment she was best at.

"That would be great! the others will be very happy!"

I wandered around until I found my wife, and suggested we change into something a little cooler. Our room was equal to that in a nice hotel. It was very plush, with a large bathroom, a TV, and even a fireplace. We took a bath together in the oversized bathtub, washing each other's back, as I told her of the "Long Night".

She was standing next to our bed wrapped in a towel, deciding what to wear. I decided what she would wear for the next few minutes as I pulled her towel off. We laid back on the king sized bed and fondled each other. She slid down the bed, as was her custom when we were on the road, and took my cock into her warm mouth. Her intentions were to suck me for a awhile, then fuck my brains out. But I was so horny and comfortable, that after only two minutes of her tongue work, I unexpectedly began to blast. The first shot caught her off guard, but she quickly wrapped her lips tightly around my head, and sucked hard. I felt bad about cumming so fast, so I crawled down between her legs. I would try to pleasure her the way she pleasured me. I figured by the time I got her off, I would be ready to fuck HER brains out. I gently licked and kissed, not wanting to hurry the moment. Her hips began to move as soft moans escaped her lips. As I worked my tongue slowly around her clit, I decided it was time. I took her clit between my lips, and as I sucked on it, I flicked the tip of my tongue over it. She was just about to see fireworks when...

 Knock knock. "Hey, it's almost dinner time! Don't be late!" We heard the knock and the voice repeat itself a little further down the hall. What a mood buster.

"God, I was so close!" my wife said, her legs still trembling from her near climax. We got up and threw some clothes on.

"I'll make it up to you later." I promised.

As we walked down the long corridor, I explained that I had volunteered her to help with the festivities.

"But I don't know anything about these people. How am I suppose to help?"

I knew what I wanted her to do, but we would have to play it by ear. "I'm sure you'll do just fine. Besides, after awhile, everybody will be drunk anyway."

As we sat down at the long table, people started talking to us from all directions. It seems they don't get many visitors here, and it creates a lot of excitement when strangers show up. We tried hard to keep up with all of them, and it was really fun. At one point, my wife asked what we would be eating, and the gentleman sitting across from us responded with, "Fish eyes and squid." You could have heard a pin drop as my wife's jaw almost hit the floor. They all stopped to see her reaction as the gentleman spoke again. 

"Just kidding! There will be fruits and salads and steaks and lobster and...well, just about everything!" He broke into a smile and soon we were all laughing. 

My wife was worried she might have to put something salty and slimy in her mouth. Little did she know...

The meal was fantastic, and the liquor had already begun to flow. The two women were showing signs of fatigue, as they worked to clear the tables, and refill glasses. My wife jumped up and began to help them. Their faces beamed with the gratitude they felt with her there. They soon were chatting as if they were old friends, laughing at jokes only they were privy to.

After things were cleaned up, the two women escorted my wife down the hall. On her way past, she whispered, 

"They have some cooler clothes for me to wear!" 

We hadn't thought to bring anything light to wear because, after all, this is Greenland.

They seemed to be gone for a long time, no doubt plotting something for us men. Suddenly there was silence, followed by whistles and catcalls, as the three women reentered the room. All three had on sheer blouses with lacy bras underneath, and short skirts with stockings. Even though the Eskimos up here are dark skinned, they were a bit paler than my well tanned wife. The difference was made even more obvious when any of them bent over to refill a drink, as one could see bare skin peeking out over the tops of their stockings. It was quite a contrast however, as my wife was blond, and they had jet black hair. All three were beautiful. As the night went on, we all started getting drunk. One of the men, at one point, reached out and patted one of the girls butt. It then became a game, as the two native girls got groped every few minutes. But no one touched my wife. I leaned over to my friend and said, 

"Boy, it looks like my poor wife is missing out on all the action."

He smiled and leaned back towards me, "That's because the men all respect you, and don't want to upset you. These other two, well... they aren't exactly sluts, but then there not exactly virgins either. They will let us have some fun before they draw the line."

"Well. not only would it not upset me, but it would upset my wife if she knew she was being left out."

"You don't mind if we touch her? She is quite beautiful!"

"Touch all you want, if she has enough, she will let you know!" With that, he leaned over to his other side and whispered to his friend. Soon the word had spread to the entire table, and each man was eagerly awaiting her to return from the kitchen.

I saw her exit the galley with a pitcher of strawberry daiquiris, and I wondered who would be the first to pinch her butt. She strolled right up to me, and stood between me and my friend, as she refilled the glasses. As she bent over, I winked at my comrade behind her back. He actually ran his hand up under her skirt, and caressed her butt, as she poured. She didn't flinch, however she shot a glance right at me.

"You don't mind, do you?" I asked her with an innocent look on my face.

"It's about time someone grabbed me! I thought I was losing my touch!" she grinned as she moved down the line. Each man saw what the last had done, and by the time she reached the end of the long table, the last guy there had worked two fingers up inside of her. She stood there for a moment, enjoying the sensation, then politely backed out to refill her pitcher. The man looked at his glistening fingers, then popped them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

At one point throughout the night, all the girls removed their bras, letting their breasts sway freely under the gauze and mesh material. My wife had the largest set, and most of the men made it a point to fondle them as often as they could get away with it. I was afraid the other two girls would get jealous at all the attention my wife was receiving, but it was just the opposite. They even jokingly fondled each other as they passed by the tables. 

Soon the men began passing out in the big room, and the loud talk was replaced by the occasional snore. My buddy turned to me and told me that nobody goes back to their room during the "Long Night", they just sleep for awhile, then wake up and continued where they left off.

"Does anybody...you know...mess around during the festivities?" I asked, wondering if any real sex would be involved.

"If a woman were willing, these guys would be all over her, but like I said before, the two women are teasers, they will only go so far."

I got up to stretch my legs, and found my wife taking a breather in the kitchen.

"So, how are you doing?" I asked her.

"Man, this is a lot of work, I don't see how these two keep going. And if you don't take me back to the room and fuck me soon, I'm going to burst! All those fingers sure made me horny!"

"Uh...we can't go back to the room. It's part of their tradition to stay together for the duration."

"You mean no sex for four entire days?"

"Uh...I didn't say that..."

"Then what exactly are you saying?" she looked at me out of the corner of her eye.

"Apparently the guys would love to be...you know...entertained so to speak, but it seems your two friends only tease. Maybe you could talk to them...or something." 

I got up, kissed her, and departed back to the battlefield where men were scattered all about in various stages of rest. Rather than go back to the long table, I opted for one of the comfy couches in the corner. From here, I could observe the whole group. They were so different from my culture, and yet they were so similar. When I first walked down the stairs, they all looked the same, but now, after spending several hours with them, I can recognize a few, and even remember some of their names.

It was about twenty minutes later when the kitchen doors swung open, and the three ladies came marching out. Something tells me my wife had a long pep talk with them. Five feet into the room, they stopped. My wife in front, hands on her hips, surveyed the area. The two girls flanked her, waiting for her command. She whispered to one and pointed in one direction, then whispered to the other, and pointed across the room. Both girls bee-lined for their targets, as my wife headed for my new friend, who was still seated at the long table. He was fading in and out, when he realized someone was trying to pull his zipper down. He flinched as she extracted his brown cock from it's confines and started by running the tip of her tongue up and down his rising shaft. He looked around in a panic, searching the room, until his eyes met mine. I smiled and nodded, and the look of fear subsided, as the look of pleasure replaced it.

It was almost like a "Where's Waldo" puzzle, as I now searched the room to locate the other two girls. Both were suprising their men with their first attempts at blow jobs. They appeared to be fast learners as I could hear the occasional moan from distant corners of the room. My friend was the first victim under the skillful tongue of my beautiful wife. His chair squeaked across the floor as his legs straightened out under the stress of his first orgasm in who knows how long. The other two men weren't far behind, as they enjoyed the relief bestowed upon them. They appeared to cum at almost the same time, as one of the girls yelped when the first stream of hot cum splashed across her face. The other tried to swallow her load, but choked, and coughed. All three girls started to giggle at this faux pas, and ran back to the kitchen. They emerged a moment later, and as before, my wife directed them to two more men, as she sauntered around, searching out her next victim. One of the men was sound asleep, and jumped as the girl ran her hands up his thighs, almost knocking her to the ground. The men were starting to stir, and were soon wide awake when they saw what was happening. My wife stopped in front of me and smiled.

"You know, neither of those two girls ever blew a man before, and their both in their mid twenties! But they seem to enjoy the power they have." 

She winked at me and walked away, stopping at the nearest man, and kneeling down in front of him. I was mesmerized by her talent and beauty, when my buddy plopped down next to me, nearly scaring the crap out of me.

"Man, you sure are one lucky guy, to have a woman like that! How many guys do think she'll do tonight?" He nudged me, and I looked at him as he handed me a drink.

"I suppose she'll do all of them." I said nonchalantly.

"Whoa, this will be the start of a whole new tradition around here!" We laughed as the party seemed to be back in full swing again.

The long day was getting to me, as I slowly drifted off to sleep. In the back of my mind, I could hear the occasional moan and groan, and wondered who was filling my wife's mouth this time.

It may have been hours, or maybe only minutes when I woke up. I sat there for a moment trying to get my bearings, and began scanning the room for my wife. She was probably asleep in the kitchen. There were people all over again, shouting and laughing. As I neared the long table, I noticed a small crowd gathered around. It must be breakfast, I thought, as I walked up to the end, searching for a plate. I must have been half asleep, because I didn't notice my wife there before. She was sandwiched between two guys right there on the table. Straddling one with both her legs dangling off the sides, while the other was pumping furiously in and out of her tight little butt. Her eyes were glazed over, and sweat dripped off her chin, as she struggled for her next orgasm. It wasn't long in coming as it swept through her like wildfire. Her teeth were gritted as she jerked around between the panting men. 




Native Tongues Up North



As some men helped her down off the table, her legs buckled, as she worked to gain control of her body. The other women, who looked as though they had a few good fucks themselves, came to her rescue, and carted her off to the kitchen. Many of the men came up to me to tell me how lucky they were, but in fact they didn't know it was I who was the lucky one. I figured about half the men got laid, and this was only the first day.  

It was about twenty minutes later, when the women reappeared, looking refreshed and pushing a cart covered with food. They spread the food out along the table without even cleaning up the mess my wife made. We talked and ate as the women, who were now naked, strolled around filling our glasses, and clearing plates. There was the occasional pinch or grab just like the night before, but this time the girls enjoyed rubbing their bodies all over the men.

About mid afternoon, the women announced they were going to take a break, rest for a bit, clean up, and return. The guys booed, but we knew they would return soon. Someone brought out some games, and decks of cards, and soon many of us were involved in other amusements.

It was now going on seven o clock, and there was no sign of the women. No one was worried, as they certainly couldn't go anywhere, but we were getting hungry. And horny. I decided to check our room, thinking maybe my wife fell asleep. I opened the door, and as I stepped inside, I noticed she wasn't in bed. That's when I heard a subtle splash coming from the bathroom. Ahh, she was soaking in the tub. She needed it after the workout she had. I figured I would help wash her back, but stopped dead in my tracks as I pushed the door open. There was my wife - and the other two girls all in the bath. One was sitting on the edge of the tub, while my wife had her face buried in her freshly shaven pussy. The other, who also was now clean shaven, was playing with my wife's pussy. The click of the door as I closed it, got their attention. It didn't cause them to stop, but merely smile at me and continue with their little party.

"We're almost done." my wife said as she came up for air. "Wait for us on the bed." I took that as my clue to leave, so I backed out, and sat on the edge of the bed. Exhaustion got the better of me, as I fell back on top of the comforter, and drifted off.

The next thing I know, I'm being attended to by all three women, as they quickly stripped me of my clothes. The feel of soft fingers, breasts, and tongues covered my body, as I laid there and did nothing. Nothing but enjoy the greatest time I've had. There was always a mouth softly working on my cock, as they moved around, trading places, and doing different things. At the height of my erection, one of the ladies straddled my face in a sixty nine, as my wife and the other lady each straddled one of my legs. They were rubbing their pussies across the tops of my feet, and at the center, where their heads met, was my cock. For the first time in my life I had three beautiful women all licking my dick at the same time. There is no way to describe the fantastic feeling that three tongues can produce.

Just as I felt that familiar fuzzy feeling working it's way up my balls, the woman laying on my chest wrapped her lips tightly around my shaft and slowly sucked as the other two continued to lick. I don't remember the last time I came so much, as I fired shot after shot into her warm mouth. As soon as she squeezed the last drops of cum out of me, she climbed off my face, and sat on her knees by my side. My wife, who was straddling my left leg, turned her head towards me, and opened her mouth. The Eskimo who sucked up all my cum tilted her head over my wife's, and cracked her lips open. A stream of my cum oozed from her mouth directly into my wife's waiting mouth. My wife, in turn did the same to the third Eskimo. They swapped my cum back and forth, each time losing a little down their chins or breasts or whatever skin was in the path.

Eventually all the cum disappeared as they consumed some with each pass. I was looking forward to fucking these fine women, but remembered why I came looking for them in the first place. Of course, I was reminded by all the voices in the hall as more men were searching for their lost entertainment.

We quickly dressed, me in jeans and a light sweater, and they in simple, short dresses. I loaded up my camera as they scurried out the door. By the time I got back to the large room, the party was back in full swing.

Each night, or was it day?, we watched the girls fuck and suck every man in the place, over and over. When they couldn't find a man, they would just go down on each other. Soon the large room smelled of sex, more than food or even booze.

It was the third night of the celebration, when I heard a new voice.

"Wow! What have I been missing?" she exclaimed, surveying the debacle.

Her beauty caught me off guard. Her braided hair reached her waist, and a pair of melon sized tits stretched her sweater. They looked almost cartoonish on her small frame. She introduced herself as 'Waterfall', and explained to me that she had been in the nursery for the past few days. One of the girls needed a break, and offered to trade places with her for awhile.

"Waterfall. Isn't that more of an Indian name than Eskimo?" I asked, trying not to stare at her chest.

"My parents were hippies. Or at least they wanted to be after reading some article in National Geographic." We both started to laugh, but her jiggling breasts kept calling my attention.

"I'm sorry, these things always get in the way." she said, somewhat embarrassed.

"Don't be sorry, they're fantastic!" I beamed, trying not to blush along with her. "By the way, how old are you?, if you don't mind my asking."

"I don't mind! I turned twenty one last month."

"Oh good, then you can partake in the festivities!"

"Up here, we don't have an age restriction, but thank you for your concern! Would you like me to bring you something?" she asked as she sprang to her feet. "Of course you do! I'll be back!"

She disappeared before I could respond. I had to stand up to follow her path as she stopped to talk to almost every person between me and the kitchen. It was comical watching her as she would be chatting to one person, and another would call her. As she swung around to greet that person, she would hit someone else upside their head with her long braid. As she turned to apologize, she would smack someone else. Soon they kept a distance from her, but all were laughing about it.

Then it happened. She found my wife. I couldn't hear a word from where I was standing, but I saw Waterfall turn as my wife pointed in my direction. They both waved at me, and I waved back. Suddenly they were talking and giggling, and kept looking in my direction. I don't know what they were plotting, but I had a feeling it involved me.

Waterfall returned with a plate of food and a drink. "Here, you'll need your strength!" she said as she handed me the tray and disappeared.

I was just finishing the last morsel of food, when something caught my eye. Looking up, I saw Waterfall striding towards me. Oh my god! She had changed clothes, and had the attention of almost everyone there. She had a short skirt on, revealing long lean legs, and a crop top with no bra. I could see the bottoms of her round breasts peek from under the short top, as her nipples pushed their way through the thin material. She reached for the tray, but I held onto it as it was covering a major hard on that I had recently developed. With a determined yank, she pulled it away from me, and set it on the floor.

"Your wife says you need a change of scenery." she whispered as she straddled my lap.

My hands instinctively headed for her mountains as she maintained eye contact with me. I was going to rub her nipples through the cotton top, but instead went directly underneath. With a woman as sexy and beautiful as my wife, I never had the need to lust after another woman, but Waterfall was different. I didn't even search out my wife, as I greedily sucked on nipples, and fondled flesh. Her skin was smooth and taut and her heavy breasts felt good in my fingers. She would moan softly in my ear as she held me to her bosom.

She released my head and pushed me away gently. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"It is my turn to suck on you now." she cooed as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me.  "Please forgive me if I'm not very good, you are my first experience."

As she fumbled with my zipper, I touched her hand. "You don't really have to do this, if you don't feel comfortable." 

Her smile melted me. "If I didn't want to do this, I wouldn't be here. Just tell me what feels good and what doesn't." she purred as she extracted my extremely hard cock from it's confines.

As soon as she squeezed it, a drop of pre cum appeared. Looking at it, then into my eyes, she leaned forward and carefully licked it off. She licked and I moaned, she kissed and I groaned. She pushed her soft lips down over my aching cock and I jumped.

"Oh, did I hurt you?" she asked wide eyed.

"Not hardly! It's just that I'm already close!" 

With that, she continued sliding those exquisite lips of hers up and down my shaft, all the while darting her tongue back and forth across my glans.

"I'm real close, you better stop!" I groaned. But rather than stop, or even slow down, she plunged her mouth down almost to my balls and sucked. I saw stars as I grunted and came harder than I have in...a very long time. She was able to swallow the first few spurts, but there was so much, that it flowed out of her mouth, down my shaft and onto my balls. When she sucked the last drops from my softening cock, she proceeded to lap up all that she missed earlier. By the time she was done, I was rock hard again.

She now stood up before me, and I told her to turn around and bend over a bit. She turned around, and with her feet about thirty inches apart, she bent all the way over and grabbed her ankles. I was amazed at how limber she was as I worked my tongue up and down, plunging it into each hole, eliciting a moan with each thrust. She tasted so fresh and sweet that I could have done that all night, but she had other plans.

"I want you to fuck me now!" she hissed. She didn't have to ask me twice, as she rolled onto her back right there on the carpet. I dropped to my knees between her legs and rubbed the head of my cock over her wet pussy lips. I draped myself on top of her as I wanted to kiss her as I fucked her. Just as I was about to ram my cock in her, she looked up at me and whispered,

"Be gentle, remember, you are my first."

I didn't know whether to just hold her, or fuck her brains out, as I stared into those innocent brown eyes. I decided to press forward, inching my throbbing cock slowly into her virgin hole. I stopped when I met resistance, and was satisfied with slowly thrusting in and out to this point. Apparently she wasn't satisfied though, as she wrapped her legs behind my butt and with one swift motion, pulled me in to the hilt. Her eyes watered, but she begged me not to stop. Only twenty seconds after I entered her velvet vice, I felt my balls ready to release. I tried to pull out, but she would have none of that, keeping her legs wrapped tightly around me. For the second time in five minutes, I came with tremendous force, feeling at least six spurts splash inside her. But unlike any experience I ever had, even with my wife, I was still hard and continued to hump her.

She was on the verge of her first orgasm, and I wanted it to be a good one. Each time she got close, I would slow down or change the pace. She was starting to get frustrated, but kept a smile on her sweat covered face. It was time. Now when I felt her start to tense up, I took one of her nipples in my mouth and sucked. That was all it took, as she began to shake violently. Her legs and arms were locked tight around me, and even her pussy contracted tightly around my cock. She came so hard, that she drew the attention of all in the room. And the milking effect her pussy had on me caused my balls to release yet another huge load inside her. 

We laid there in our own little world, the only distraction was the beating of our hearts, as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

But our peaceful bliss was rudely awakened by the sounds of applause and laughter. Coming out of dreamland, I realized that we had drawn quite a crowd, but for the first time, I wasn't the least bit embarrassed. I kissed Waterfall, tasting her tongue, and then we decided to join the rest of the party.

"Wow, that was great!" Waterfall said as she gathered her clothes off the floor.

"Tell me about it! That's the first time I came three times in a row. You really wore me out!" I chuckled.

"Wore out? That's too bad because I wanted you to be the first one to cum in my butt!" she said with a pouty look.

I simply took her hand and placed it on my now hardening cock. She squeezed it then put her arms around me and gave me a big hug.

"Goody! And I'll try not to cry this time!"

But people started pulling us apart as we were forced to mingle.

"I'll save it for you!" was last thing she said before disappearing into the crowd.

It took about an hour before I caught up with my wife, and all I could say was "Thank you!"

"Well I couldn't be the only one having fun around here!" she said. "By the way, have you seen Kakool? He has a tongue you wouldn't believe!"

I was glad she was enjoying herself, and glad others were enjoying her as well.

It was the last night of the holiday, and I just wandered around watching the action. I almost felt jealous seeing others take Waterfall, but my poor aching cock just kept on throbbing. I began to wonder if I would see her again before we had to leave.


With only an hour left, I began searching for her, but she seemed to have disappeared. My wife, however, snuck up on me, and threw her arms around me. I turned around to hug her, and we just stood there for a moment.

"I have a surprise for you." she finally said with a twinkle in her eye.

"What?" I asked, waiting for her reply.

"Meet me in our room." was all she said as she turned and walked away.

I bee lined straight for our room, and gasped as I opened the door. There on our bed was Waterfall, her head on a pillow, and her cute ass pointing skyward.

"Surprise!" she said softly, as I neared the end of the bed. "I told you I would save it for you!" she cooed as she wiggled her butt back and forth. I couldn't get undressed fast enough, and soon I was on my knees behind her.

"Here, you might need this." I didn't even hear her come into the room, but somehow my wife was now standing there holding a tube of KY jelly. She unscrewed the cap and squeezed some out onto the tip of her index finger. With a wink and a grin, she moved closer to those sweet buns in front of me. I spread them apart, and she lightly touched Waterfall's chocolate starfish, gently pushing her slender digit into the tight pucker. After working it in and out a few times, she squeezed a bit more lube from the tube onto my sore red cock, rubbing it over the head, then pulling it towards Waterfall's tight entrance. As I pushed against her, my wife encouraged her to relax, by fondling her huge melons. I decide rather than force my way in, I would hold a constant pressure against her, and when she was ready, she would let me in. Soon she and my wife were swapping spit as they explored each other's mouth, and in moments, the head of my cock popped inside. We all held still as she adjusted to the new intrusion, but soon was gently rocking back and forth, taking about an inch to an inch and a half.

"Oh gawd! It hurts so good!" she grunted, taking deep breaths between each short stroke.

"Remember, we can stop anytime if you can't handle it." I said, realizing that I had chosen the wrong words. She stopped and turned her head back, giving me a scowl not unlike that girl from the movie "The Exorcist". I stayed very still, feeling her muscles clench the head of my cock, when she placed her hands on the bed in front of her, and in one swift movement, pushed back, impaling herself fully on my happy dick. We both groaned, and I began the ritual of fucking her ass. She was so tight that it looked like we were doing it in slow motion. Each time I pulled back, the suction was incredible, and each time I thrust in, the tightness was delicious. I wouldn't last long in this heavenly orifice, so I closed my eyes and tried to think of something else. Anything. But just when I thought I had it under control, my wife throws me a curve ball. She had slid underneath Waterfall and was lapping away at her pussy, swallowing copious amounts of cum deposited there throughout the day. But if that wasn't enough, she moved further between her legs and was licking my shaft and balls with each slow stroke.

OK, that was it. I couldn't take any more, and with one final push, I gave Waterfall a cum enema, squirting more cum than I thought was possible into her warm bowels. As I forced myself to leave the warmest, tightest place I have ever known, I looked down to see my wife smiling up at me, her face covered in cum.

I rolled off to the side, and Waterfall moved down to where I was and began licking my wife's face clean. When she was done, we all curled up and dozed off. Throughout the night, we would molest each other, and my impossibly hard, very sore cock continued to function as if it had a mind of it's own.

The next morning, we said our good-byes, and vowed to return next year for the celebration. We were on the final leg of our flight, catching up on our rest, when my wife softly caressed my cock through my pants.

"Oww! I'm so raw, I won't be able to have sex for a week!" I groaned softly, not having the strength to move her hand. As she gently rubbed my soft penis, she spoke.

"I was talking to Waterfall last night and she said she was going to a college that was only ten miles from our house. I told her I thought you probably wouldn't mind if she moved in with us for a while."

The rock hard cock she was now squeezing revealed my feelings toward the subject.

"I thought so!" she said as we slept for the rest of the flight, dreaming about our next assignment.



Native Tongues



* * *

Our job here was done, so we loaded up the Landrover and readied ourselves for the long journey home. Our guide approached us from the chief elder's hut. "The chief would like to thank you for helping his tribe, I'll be waiting here for you."We walked in, to see him sitting on his "throne" .We stood there for a moment, not knowing exactly what to do, when he spoke.

"I would like to thank you for your visit here, it has done wonders for the men."My wife and I just stared as our jaws hit the ground.

"You speak English!?" we said at the same time.

"Of course!" He said with a grin. "I went to Florida State for two years."

"But why didn't you tell us?"

"You never asked. I'm the only one here who speaks it. And besides, I have an image to uphold!"He then gave us a brief rundown on his journey to America and explained that he felt more comfortable here. "But I really miss electricity!" he said. "And Pepsi!"I told him I would see what I could do, and he asked that we keep his secret to ourselves. As my wife hugged him, he whispered to her, "And you are by far the best cock sucker I have ever experienced!"This actually made her blush, as we turned and headed for the truck. He shouted something to our guide, and he in turn, told us that we were welcome any time.

I climbed into the back, while my wife sat up front, soaking up the air conditioning, as we drove off. About an hour into the trip, the guide turned to my wife and said, "I'm curious about something. I have brought many people out here just to have them turned away by the chief. What did you do to change his mind?" She casually glanced back at me, and I just smiled.

"Pull over and stop for a minute, and I'll show you." she said as she unbuckled her seat belt. He stopped right in the middle of the road. I guess when your hundreds of miles from anywhere, it doesn't really matter where you stop. She leaned over and ran her hand up his bare leg to his shorts. She continued up under the shorts until she found her target. He began to squirm, but before he could protest, his little head took over. She quickly pulled her hand out, and started unzipping his shorts. He had a terrified look on his face as his eyes bounced from her to me, and back to her. The terror was soon replaced with pleasure as her lips found their mark. He had been out in the bush for too long without being in the bush, if you know what I mean. Her labor soon paid off, and it paid big! With a mighty groan, he unleashed a torrent of cum that wouldn't stop. She gulped several times, but it still overflowed her mouth, and dripped down the sides of his cock. She swallowed quickly, then began retrieving the overflow. After licking up every drop she could find, she sat back up and said, "That's what I did!"

He was speechless for the next twenty miles. "The chief must have really enjoyed that!" he finally said.

"Actually, I think they all did." I said from the back. His eyes shot to the mirror to look me in the eye.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "And where was I?"

"I sucked them all off." she said. "Twice." she added. "And I'm not sure where you were, but I missed you!"

"I can't believe I missed out on that!" he said as he banged his fist on the steering wheel.

"You didn't really miss out." I said. Our plane doesn't leave until tomorrow, and I'm sure my wife will help you make up what you missed so far."

"Really?" was the answer I got back in stereo. They both grinned, and said "thank you" almost simultaneously. That night we had our first threesome, and didn't sleep more than three hours total. We vowed to return as our plane took off leaving our brown buddies far behind.

* * *

As we collapsed on our comfortable bed, that we missed so dearly, we passed out for hours. When we awoke, I ran to the computer to check all the pictures I took. My poor wife's jaws were so sore and swollen, that she could hardly talk. I teased her constantly about it, as we scanned the pictures from our trip. I had taken over 400 pictures while we were there. Of course, 300 of them consisted of my wife wrapping her lips around various cocks. Well, OK, not 300, but quite a few. Over the next few days, we discovered a few things. She couldn't chew, she couldn't answer the phone, and couldn't do many things she took for granted. And of course, I teased her every step of the way.

* * *

Monday morning, we walked into work with a full layout. The boss was overly impressed, and ushered us out to finish up the story. Late that afternoon, he called us into his office. "That piece you guys did was fantastic! I made a few phone calls, and found out that the chief elder was impressed with your style. That made the government officials happy. Very happy."My wife managed a slight smile, as I breathed a sigh of relief. He continued, "In fact, they were so happy about the way you handled the mens village, they want you to spend a week covering the womens village!" My wife made the first real sound since returning home. She started laughing. And laughing. She laughed so hard there were tears rolling down her face. She was holding her side as she got up to leave, trying to catch her breathe. She was able to stop laughing long enough to say to me, "Better load up on the vitamin E!" as she rolled out of the office, "Because, it's your turn, now!"

Now I was worried.