The Gonzaga Legacy
Pakled

Here I was, in the middle of nowhere. Some people get out in the country, but they're still close to Civilization. Some get to the Outback, and that's closer, but still civilization is close enough if you need it. I was really in the middle of nowhere. No roads, no towns, just a village 3 days by bumpy Land rover tracks in the middle of Borneo.

I'm Crystal, Crystal Athene Ponatello. My middle name comes from my great-great-great Aunt, given to me by Mom. There's a family legend about her, rumors, wicked tales from the Victorian age about the first, feminist wild woman who was probably New York's first swinger. When I was old enough, they showed me her diaries, kept secret from the male members of the family.

Athene was, well, quite the slut, at least after a visit from Dr. Gonzaga. According to the cryptic notes (they fucked all the time, have threesomes, and all the usual roster of kinky boots, but they have to get all poetic about it. Can't do it in the street and frighten the horses).

I read them with a half-fascinated, half-disgusted concentration. I couldn't believe that they knew so much back in those days. It helped smooth over some of the furtive groping I had as a teenager, and kept me satisfied and childless through College and Graduate school. I would fantasize about overstuffed furniture, and guys with huge cocks, and finger myself to glorious orgasms.

I found out I had a passion for cooking, but later discovered it lent itself to chemistry quite well. I wanted to save the Earth like everyone else of my generation, and found the combination in bio-botanical derivatives. I won't bore you here, but I was one of dozens and hundreds of scientific teams that searched the darkest jungles for plants and other items that could have the next cure for Cancer or something like that. Sort of like Indiana Jones, but looking for plants.

There were any number of pharmaceutical companies that paid well to send you to...well, the middle of nowhere. I was looking for a tribe called the Beiji, but I had the advantage of the Internet, and a well-stocked library, to point me in the right direction. I'd collect samples, do preliminary analysis, and forward to home base.

So there I was at the port, with a large trailer full of scientific equipment, a satellite connection, generator, and indoor plumbing. It was as convoluted as a space station, not an inch was wasted, but it would speed up reporting my findings. Did I mention air conditioning? Roughing it was so 20th Century.

The only thing I didn't have was a guide, and a truck to take me there. We'd co-opted another research project, an Anthropologist studying cultural contamination. We had the usual warnings not to contaminate his research, so I knew there would be some tenseness between us. His other team members had gone back to Australia to organize supplies, so it would be me and him for about two weeks. I hoped he was professional; I'd really hate to be fending him off like the mosquitoes and other wildlife.

His name was John, John Priapses. I was walking around the trailer, checking things off against the inventory, when I heard a cough behind me.

"Are you Crystal Ponatello?"

I turned around; found myself staring at a rather attractive specimen, of the male variety. Priapses was a Mediterranean type, dark hair, kind of long, good face, good shoulders, good...gravy!

He didn't have a package, he had a trunk. And there was probably a very angry elephant looking for it. I tried not to stare, but my gaze kept flickering back to look at the tripod standing before me. I went into gracious hostess mode, and smiled, then held out my hand.

"Crystal Ponatello, the future Dr. Ponatello"

He smiled, showing a nice set of teeth. He came forward, and I smelled his muskiness, but that far out in the jungle, I'd probably smell the same before long. Well, you can't have everything.

"John Priapses, the future Dr. Priapses"

We laughed, since we were at the same point in our careers.  I showed him the trailer mount, and he fixed it up to a dubious-looking Land Rover, and did a quick check to see that everything was stowed correctly. Detail-oriented, I like that in a man.

He cleared out some stuff in the passenger seat, and motioned me in.

We started down an asphalt road that became a gravel road that became a dirt road...well, you get the picture. Although it was 75 miles up to the site, by the time we got 10 miles out from the shore, the road was one set of ruts and bumps after another. The whole vehicle was shaking, and pretty soon, so was I. I'm not that small up top, and the jolts were shaking me up and down in sympathy with the bumpy road. I could see his eyes creep around from time to time to watch my tits go up and down. I was doing my best to check him out as well. 

I could see his snake start to get longer and longer. He was wearing shorts, so I had a good chance of seeing the head pop out the bottom, if he didn't go crazy first. It became sort of a game, as I played with his gaze, just enough to pay attention, not enough to drive off the road, or whatever this ditch that pretended to be a road was called.

I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as his flesh hardened. I knew from former boyfriends that it was really uncomfortable to be in that position, and he mentioned for me to get some CDs out of the back, I heard some cloth like fumbling around, and a soft grunt. When I turned back around, he was pointing upwards, the head over the belt and heading up under his shirt. Gawd, what a monster. 

I added some spice to the mix myself.  I unbuttoned a button on my shirt, exposing a little more cleavage, and a lot more jiggle. I was getting a little hot and bothered myself, and my nipples were starting to crease the inside of my bra. An old, familiar sensation below reminded me that I hadn't had a man down there for almost 2 months. I had to concentrate, to figure out whether I was going to go for this guy, or just amuse myself until we got there.

We talked about nothing, and everything. He told me about the tribe, and their confederation, the Ungai. Two tribes kept an uneasy peace; the Beiji and Wullum were agricultural types, with a little hunter-gathering. They'd been ok for years, until the Year of no summer, or the Year of Darkness, depending on which tribe you asked. From his calculations, it turned out to be the volcano Krakatoa. Almost a thousand miles away, it  covered the jungle with pumice, and other dust. Small traces could be seen to this day

After that, the crops changed. Some became less tasty, some more. The diet changed, but that was just a side effect of the eruption. The medicine women noticed that some of the herbs and flowers they used began to work in different ways than before. This was what led to their first contact with the outside world.

In the late 1880s, a Spaniard named Gonzo gata (their name for him) came to the area, looking for much the same thing I was. He talked with the local wise women, took samples, asked question after question, and finally collected a number of their plants in his black bag, and left. He treated some of the sick with medicines of his own, which he traded for their own cures.

He left for a time, and then came back over a year later, with a man with yellow hair. Together, they tried to grow a fungus and herb, in rows, cutting down trees and plants. Some of them worked, some didn't. The wise women said that they drained the magic out with their ways, and some of the herbs and plants they made had no effect. Angered, they drove the two away, until they reached the edge of Ungai territory. They should have returned to the sea, but instead tried to cross the mountains. The cannibal people found them, and found them delicious.

I thought about it, the scientific half-truths, and their primitive methods. We'd been at this for a long time, but I suddenly remembered to ask what the drugs 'did'.

He smiled some "Well, one of them causes uh...well..."

"What? I'm almost a doctor, you can tell me"

He laughed. "Well, they were supposed to cause your primary and secondary sexual characteristics to grow"

"You mean your penis"

"And your breasts. They don't know why some locations were better than others for the local fauna. But when you see the tribes, you'll understand"

That had me wondering. Was his sausage genetic, or was it a side effect of some local supplement? Son of a bitch, if you could increase the size of a man's whanger, they'd beat a path to this mountain. And a breast-enhancing drug, that could be handy for the right women. I knew I got a 2% return on any drug discovered as part of my efforts (the local tribes got a lot more, as a result of treaties), but 2% of that much money could make me wealthy for life. With two blockbusters (or cockbusters, I thought whimsically), I'd be on easy street.

I'd have to check this out. I knew it would take time to gain the confidence of the local wise women, but I'd had some experience with that. I wouldn't need to plant it like cotton, a simple jars' worth, along with soil samples and data, would be enough to synthesize the thing into something like the next wonder drug. The thing I was concerned about was someone back at headquarters taking all the credit. I hated politics, but sometimes you had to deal with it.

We finally arrived in the village about 5 hours later, and I was beat down with exhaustion. Jet lag, boob lag (all that bouncing gets sore after awhile), and a fanatical desire to take a hot shower (possible, if I re-rigged the emergency shower to dispense hot water instead of cold) made me crawl to the tent they provided for me. His tent was about 20 feet away, but I was too tired to make whoopee tonight.

I lay down, and was out like a light. I didn't hear anyone around me, and I didn't move until the next morning. 

When I awoke, it was still dark, but the morning wasn't far off. I opened my tent to look outside, and heard a curious noise from his tent. A rhythmic slapping sound that sounded like...oh...my...gawd. 
There was a lamp inside the tent, and it emblazoned a silhouette against the fabric. Even the most casual glance could see he was beating off. I was trapped between anger (that he didn't even have the decency to hide it), shock (it was bigger than I thought), and a small sense of lust (I wanted that all to myself, why was he wasting it?)

He was getting close, which increased the itchy feeling between my legs.  I could feel my nipples getting as hard as he was. In a way, it was becoming fairly erotic. The rhythm was increasing, and it would be moments before he came. I fantasized about feeling that monster inside me, my eyelids getting heavy as I waited for the instant.

I heard a soft moan, and could see him erupt on the side of the tent. Lawsa mercy, he was like a fire hose. Even in shadow, I could see a stream that even a jaded hooker would feel up to her tonsils. My clit hardened at that, and I slipped back into my tent. I had to give my poor pussy some attention, while he cleaned up.

Five minutes later, both he and I were much more composed. Usually, in situations like these, a trusted person goes to the local shaman or healer, and makes introductions. I explain my desire to learn about their cures, roots, herbs, etc., and share some antibiotics, sterile bandages, etc.  Usually the 2-way flow of knowledge would help in getting permission to sample their medicines. I also had to explain other financial stuff too dull to mention.

It was only a short walk to the wise woman’s hut, as the locals referred to her. I pushed aside the palm frond barrier that enclosed the door, and adjusted my eyes to the dim interior. She sat in the center of small piles of ground plants, sticks, and even a bit of fauna like slugs or bugs.

The most impressive thing about her was the body she still carried. Easily in her 60s, she had the largest breasts I'd seen in this part of the world. There could be some European in her ancestry, but I could find that out with DNA testing. Right now, it wasn't that important. She wore a print top and loose skirt, and sat cross-legged on the floor. I could see in her eyes a little weariness, and a little humor. I also saw a lot of wisdom.

John made some presentation in the native language for me, and then he left, with the two of us alone in her workshop.

I started "Do you speak English?"

"Oh yes, dearie, I learned it as a girl from the Australians"

"Oh" This was going to be tough. Heaven knows what other contaminations they'd introduced as well.

"I come from the other side of the world to..."

"To see about our medicines. Yes, luv, I know, John told me earlier. I'm sure you're interested in the Men's drug and the Women's"

"Well, that too, but there are also other drugs, possible cures for..."

"Oh yes, those too, but I know what you really want"

I looked at her with renewed interest. How could she know anything about me? I hadn't been there 5 minutes.

"The women's drug has made us very enticing to the local men. And the Men's drug makes them a very fulfilling experience for any woman. Both sides of the spirit world are pleased. And it was a gift from the dark times"

"The Dark times?"

"Well, several generations ago, near the middle of the 19th Century"

"Krakatoa"

"Yes, I remember when that movie came out. Do you know that the original movie title was Krakatoa West of Java, when the volcano was actually east of it?"

"You've seen the movie? Here?"

"Well, we didn't see it here, but we've made the trip into town from time to time. I have some very intimate memories of those movies. I was quite the favorite of the local boys. The local girls couldn't stand me, and eventually drove me off. Their loss" She ran a hand through her hair.

"Well, I wonder if you have something for me too. Some arthritis medication, basic modern drugs, that sort of thing"

My eyes just kept getting wider. Usually this didn't go quite so smoothly. I could be on the road tonight if this came up. What was the catch?

The catch came through the doorway a second later. Another woman, much younger, as pregnant as you could be without being in labor. I was surprised she could even walk.

The second thing I noticed was that she was even more top-heavy  than the wise woman. Were they ALL like this? Despite sporting a healthy C, I was experiencing envious feelings I hadn't had since 8th grade.

The woman started babbling excitedly, until she noticed me. She gave me the most irritated, evil look, telling me quite plainly she saw me as a rival or enemy. I didn't know what was going on, so I made my excuses, and walked out into the path that served as a street there.

I walked around, looking discretely at the tribe. Not everyone was as stacked as those two, but the average cup size tended towards the middle of the alphabet. And the men were sporting tent poles once they saw my attention. And many more of those were just as huge as John was. I began to see some more aspects of the local mystery. This men’s' and women's plant regimen could be behind all this.

I saw John going by, and called out to him. He seemed distracted.

"Have you seen a pregnant woman go by here?" he asked.

"Actually I did, she's in the wise woman's house. Didn't seem very friendly"

He blushed at that, and replied "Well, that's mainly my fault. She's carrying my baby"

That floored me. "Let me get this straight. You're up here investigating cultural contamination, and the local wise woman's been traipsing down to town, knows English, and you knocked up one of the natives? I only had a semester of Anthropology, but I could swear there's no more intrusive way of contaminating local tradition than to get someone pregnant? Are you deliberately causing this to happen? Isn't there some sort of Anthro Prime Directive or something? This is bad, ethically, culturally, and professionally. I don't see how..."

He held up a hand. "You think I don't know that? Le'ila came to me. I was different, looked different, and the lure of strange men has caused this to happen. She knew what she was doing. Sometimes this even happens on purpose. In Uganda in the 19th Century, the local king had his wives lay down with the explorer Burton and..."

"Spare me the case examples. I usually have to start a rapport with the local dispensers of medicine. She seems to know what I'm going to say before I say it. I could spend the next few hours collecting samples, have her sign on the dotted line, and be back in Melbourne in a few hours. What did you tell her?"

"I just explained the broad outlines of what you wanted to do"

I held my head in my hands. "John, I don't tell you how to do Anthropology. Why do you think you can do exploratory pharmacology?"

He seemed even more embarrassed than ever. "I was just trying to help"

"Interfering in things like these sounds like cultural contamination to me. How are you going to measure that?"

"I've already explained how these things go. I've run into your specialty before. Most are good eggs, but some are real shits"

"So where do I fall?"

"I don't know. But I think you're one of the good ones"

"Thank you. But let me do my job, and you can do yours"

He turned to go at that. I saw the pregnant Le'ila leave the hut, see John, and waddle as fast as she could after him. She saw me, pointed to John, and said something short and pungent in my direction. I imagine it was something like 'he's mine'. At this point, she was welcome to him.

I returned to the wise woman's hut, and found her coming out of it. "Well, that was interesting, if not typical. Le'ila's worried you're going to steal John away from her"

I made a face. "She's welcome to him. He's not supposed to interfere in your ways, and he's made the most permanent interference I can think of. For what he's trained to do, he's made some big mistakes"

She softened a bit. "True, dearie. Le'ila's a stewpot of emotions now, carrying his child and all. She can't make the big pleasure with him right now, and she's worried that he'll turn to you to satisfy him"

My eyes rolled a bit too dramatically, because she was chuckling softly. "Young women can be that way. But she's been eating the woman's plant for almost 10 years. It's made her very hungry for men. She was the largest of buhbies in the whole tribe, and many of the men wanted her. But she set her sights on him, and tripped him up right and proper"

"Buhbies"

"Oh, breasts. We get them from the women's plant. Same as the men get their enormous rods from the men's plant"

"So the large sizes come from eating the plant?"

"Yes, it works fairly slowly. It's like a second coming of age"

"Coming of age? You mean, like a girl becoming a woman?"

"That's it, dearie. Where other tribes' women and men stop when they are grown, the plants keep it going. It can take years, but it does produce some dramatic effects. And some side effects"

I knew it. Nothing could be that helpful. "What sort of side effects"

"Well, it does more than expand the bust line. It grows things down below, too"

"What sort of things?"

"Well, the center of your birth-door, the part that gives pleasure when touched"

"Oh. The Clitoris"

"Yes, that was the word Dr. Gonzago used, all those years ago" 

That got my attention. At last, I had the connection established. I wanted to find out more.

"Dr. Who?"

"No dearie, that's a TV show I saw in town once. Dr. Gonzaga came to us shortly after the Great Darkness. He found out about the men’s' and women’s' plants, and took samples, then left Borneo. He came back about 2 years later. Tried to grow them the way you'd grow taro or plantains, and found out they didn't always produce the same results. He and his yellow-haired friend were run out of town; because they thought that the magic was leaking away because he was a stranger. We found out later that where they were grown was as important as how they were grown. Our ancestors put it down to local spirits, but I think it's from Krakatoa"

My eyebrows rose at that. She was becoming a constant source of surprise. I began to speculate.

"It's possible. The dust that the volcano kicked out into the air would have settled here and there, this far from the explosion. You'd have higher concentrations of elements not native to the area clumping in spots here and there..."

We continued for a long time. Finally, she grabbed a walking stick, and took me out to see the plants in their native habitat. I collected both soil samples, and botanical samples. I had about 3 pounds of the latter, enough to run a spectrum of tests on both. The soil samples could be run through some more basic chemistry tests. I opened up the solar array, and began to charge the batteries in the camper. I could have a night on the cramped floor, blissfully soaking in air conditioning, no insects, and no interfering scientists. Plus that hot shower.

After I'd spent a few hours going through various spectra and ph values, I found that the soil interaction created a special sort of protein in each case, that mimicked the onset of puberty, much like woman had said. The concentration seemed to affect the rate, and the basic compound was easily extracted, which was why the illustrious Dr. Gonzaga could isolate it. The computer analyzer finally isolated both molecular structures, and I transmitted them to base with the satellite modem. I also checked up on email, surfed awhile, then cleaned up and good a solid night's sleep.

I woke up the next morning in a stuffy van, the batteries depleted overnight by the air-conditioning. A small price to pay for a good night's sleep. Soon the batteries would recharge, but I needed to do some survey work.

The people were fairly easy to talk to, and I was taken aback by the frankness of some of the men and women. I saw more cock and pussy in one day than a pornographer would see in a year. The latter held no interest for me, but the former was starting to get to me. If there was truth in advertising, all those chat room guys would have to post from here. Some of them I wondered if they would trip over their own equipment. It became very apparent to me how long it had been since I'd had a man.

Each woman’s clitoris was of impressive size. Some maintained constant stimulation, from the labia on each side. The number of children running around testified to the effect of that. The women were fairly buxom, the men well-hung. This would be a paradise to pornographers everywhere, but I wasn't going to let that happen. 

The wise woman, Kalifar, introduced me to some of the local dishes, which were either bland, or pretty spicy. One of my favorites was Karifee, which had a subtle taste to it, but was fairly filling. I must have been eating too much of it, when I started to notice things.

It started one morning, when I started buttoning my top, and the buttons wouldn't reach. I had to suck it in, but I looked like an accident waiting to happen once I got dressed. My breasts felt tender, but somehow touching them felt better than ever. I also noticed that I was getting hornier by the day. I found myself sneaking out to the lab cab to take the edge off, when finally the pieces came into place.

Most women may not know the sight of their pussy, but they know the feel. I suddenly realized that my clit was harder, and bigger, than it ever had been before. I had to take trouble to walk in a way that didn't have me ready to jump the first hard object that came my way. I realized that someone was dosing me with the women's plant. I had a suspicion who, as well.

Kalifar nodded quietly when I confronted her. "Of course, dearie. How can you know what a plant will do if you don't sample it? That's how we do things here, and have back to the beginning of all"

"Kalifar, I do appreciate what you're trying to do. But it is not the way we do things. Sometimes a good drug can make you sick, even die. Sometimes it can even hurt the children you make. We test them on computers, then animals, and only after that do we test them on people. They have to be done a certain way, so we know what the drug is doing. There's also..."

"Yes, I know. Sometimes a plant will sicken us. But we don't have all your tools and toys. How else would we know, then?"

"Kalifar, please don't give me any more of the woman's plant. My superiors will be very angry if they think I'm doing things they don't want"

"Well, you know yourself best. Though I've seen John looking your way more than usual, lately"

"Oh?" That was disturbing. I was still of mixed emotions about him. Best play it cool.

"And you've been interested in him. I'm old, but I'm not blind, dearie"

So much for subtlety. "Well, we're both European, we're both scientists..."

"You're a young woman, and he's a young man. I've seen your eyes going down under. Le'ila says he's good in bed"

"Kalifar!"

"Oh, don't play the innocent. I felt the same way about men when I was your age. I had quite the stable, too. Your John is in play, and Le'ila knows that.  If you get much bigger up top and bottom, are you're going to do something to turn his head for good?

"Kalifar, I'd like to think women in my part of the world have a little more self-control. He's going to be the father of Le'ila's baby. To seduce him would be a betrayal on so many levels"

"As do women in mine. But you can be a cha'dee, a comforter, while she has the child. You could make him happy while she attends to birthing. It's temporary, but with the effects of the man's plant, they can't be left alone for long"

"Sounds about right. Make a man too proud of his equipment..."

Kalifar laughed "Some things are the same the world over. I could arrange it. "

"You're serious"

"Of course. Only this close to nature are people truly civilized"

I had to think about that. I was tempted, but I really didn't think I should.

Over the next few days, the swelling increased. I gave up on the bra, which was slowly strangling me anyways. First one button wouldn't close, then the next. I was starting to come around corners before I came around corners, and if the Home Office fired me for ethics violations, I could always get a job stripping.
My nipples were getting bigger as well. Without the bra, it was obvious if I was distracted. And it was making me hornier. I'd gone from a C cup to, well, I don't know, but I could lick my own nipples. It felt so good; I was getting a late start most mornings. I was heading from handfuls to armfuls. I'd remonstrated with Kalifar, but she swore there was no more women's plant in anything I ate. Evidently, the effects were cumulative, and fairly powerful. Most of the women there only took small amounts, and for short periods of time. 

Still, I was starting to jiggle, even after I stopped moving. The men were definitely impressed, but that happens when you introduce something strange and exotic into a homogeneous environment. I kept telling myself that, because I was starting to get a thrill from the attention.

John was even out there, looking at me, slack-jawed. I could see the effect on him as he looked me up and down, as it crawled its way up his thighs, past his stomach. He had developed quite a rib-tickler and that from the inside. I was becoming more and more used to the idea of having a ride on that, even once. In fact, I was becoming so frustratingly horny, it's a wonder I didn't attack him right there in the street. I had to do something, but events settled it before me.

Unlike in the West, the tribes' birthings were a women-only affair. Men were forbidden to enter, or interfere. When Le'ila's contractions got close enough together, it was only a matter of hours, and all the women seemed to know when things got in motion.

Kalifar summoned me to her hut, and for a surprise I found John there. He seemed a little bit out of sorts. Kalifar winked at me.

"Anwoon root. Works like whisky down in the towns. He's 3 towels to the wind"

"You mean sheets"

"That's right; it's coming back to me now. We use it to calm the men before a birth, or they'd just get underfoot with useless suggestions. He wouldn't know you from a tree stump right now. I'd say the words of comfort now, but you're both outsiders. You know what to do, dearie. He's like a little lamb; he'll do whatever you say. Just don't break anything, and don't expect to sit normally tomorrow. The first time can be a little rough"

She went out the door before I could get a word in edgewise. Here was a Greek demigod (ok, his ass was amazingly unstunning. It was like a fingerprint on the Mona Lisa. Well, can't have everything), ready for anything I wanted, but what did I want? I looked him over, he was slowly breathing, almost like he was a car in neutral. I slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, starting my slow exploration of him. He smiled, and I could see he hadn't totally left the building, or hut.

I got his shirt open, and traced a slow fingernail down his chest, as I saw his breath catch. I smiled. This was going to be fun.

Taking off his shirt, I felt I suddenly had too many clothes on. Unbuttoning (or trying, the first two almost flew off) my shirt, I let it slide to the floor. His gaze was totally on my breasts, and I took his hands, and drew them to me

Down below, the familiar stirring was taking place both on me, and on him. I felt myself moisten, and open up to that familiar ache that we know too well. He was climbing, straightening, like a hose filling with water. 
His hardness was evident, and his bulbous tip crawled out of his trousers like something alive. I watched it with helpless fascination, knowing I was going to get laid for the first time in a couple of months. A spot of glistening pre-cum formed, and my mouth watered with the desire to taste it, and feel him become rigid inside my mouth.

I deftly undid his pants, moving the zipper down with some effort, as the material obviously wasn't cut for the trouser snake he was sporting. With a soft rustle, they slid down his legs to pool at his feet. I swiftly removed my remaining clothes (why are women’s clothes so much easier to take off and so much more graceful?)

First things first; I had to kiss him, and feel his arms close around me, surrender to the hot feelings I was experiencing. Our lips met, and I thrust my tongue deep within his mouth. Slowly, languorously, we explored each other. I felt his hands move upwards towards my enlarged tits, closing around them, and sending bolts of pleasure straight to my pussy. I needed him, and I was going to have him. I grabbed his ass, and with the other hand, slowly guided him towards me. It took some doing, because he was longer and rounder than most men I'd been with, so I had to hunch upwards, and then pull his shaft down towards me to enter at an angle. I felt the head slip in, and even that much almost set me off right there. If it was that big, the rest was going to ruin me for other men for life. 

Slowly I worked him into me, feeling my pussy walls stretch outwards as he filled me ever more fully. I was screaming inside to just plunge the whole thing in, but I knew
I had some time to play with, so I wanted to enjoy it.

Then I realized something was wrong. I felt him bump my cervix, filling me completely. In spite of this, he still had another 6 inches left, and nowhere to go. If he did get going, he would do more damage than good. I quickly pushed him on his back, where the leverage was mine. I could control each stroke, each plunge into me, and hopefully get us both off together.

It was getting funny; I had to move into a sort of squat, to keep from having him spurt past my tonsils from the inside. One careful stroke, then another, speeding up ever so slightly as I felt myself crammed full of him. He had a distant look, still blissed out on whatever they had given him (must make a note to get some of it, to see if it could get me off the hook). I felt my tits start to sway back and forth with the motion of our fucking, and the nipples tingle each time they brushed past the hair on his chest. That made me
hornier than ever, and I sped up, hearing the liquid squishing sound as I really got into it. He was touching every part of my horny cunt, from clit to g-spot to cervix, just making me want it even more.

I felt him get even harder, and I watched as he plunged into me. It was so erotic, seeing a cock that had more than I could even take, gleaming in the torchlight from my erotic juices. His balls seemed to dance under our lovemaking, distracting me as I pushed him into me again and again. I knew once they firmed up, that he would spurt and incredible load deep within me, and that almost pushed me over the edge.

I could feel a stir from my approaching orgasm, the tingles and warm fire building up from my thighs to my breasts. I was moving faster and faster, occasionally seeing stars as I bottomed out, but I was past caring. I came forward on his body, moving my thighs down to him as I moved forward and back, every part of my throbbing sex getting the attention that it needed.

Suddenly, I felt it, as my insides exploded, and I came.

"AAIGH. Fuck, fuck yes!" I shouted, not caring if the whole village heard me. I'm pretty sure later that they had, there being few secrets there. 

"Oh shit, that's so good!"

He was panting furiously, almost coming into focus as he looked into my eyes. I felt the telltale throbbing that signaled his own climax, then I came again as I felt his shaft swell in me, blasting my greedy pussy with what felt like gallons of hot come. The squishing sounds started to splatter as he filled me with his seed, and I could feel it sticking to my ass and his stomach.

"Huhhn! Oh, oh!"...he grunted hoarsely as he pumped me full of himself. If I hadn't been on the pill, I'd be just as pregnant as his current girlfriend in about 9 months. He just kept coming inside me, and I almost collapsed as I felt it splashing inside me, and leaking out.

I eased down to his chest, exhausted after 2 of the best orgasms I'd ever had. I felt full, complete, and very satisfied. A trickle of semen still flowed out of me, when I heard the door open behind me.

I sprang away from him (too soon! I like to be held afterwards), and saw Kalifar standing in front of the closing door. A small crowd behind her disappeared as she faced me, with a big grin on her face.

I scrambled towards my clothes, trying to cover up, but she waved them away.” Don’t bother, dearie. The whole village heard you. Maybe the next one, too"

"It’s not funny. I couldn't help myself" I mumbled, beet red from what I could imagine hearing the chuckles and murmuring outside.

"I know. But he needs his rest. The baby is here, a girl. When he comes to, we'll take care of him"

I felt awkward, the delight in a baby being born, the guilt of fucking her daddy senseless (well, the drugs had given him a head start), and a little jealousy that I had to give up that wonderful cock.

"You did quite nicely. I was able to deliver her with no complicated things. And as you know, the baby will never lack for milk. She's full, and eager to feed the baby. The father also feeds from her, as is our tradition. It's for good luck, and as long as she's feeding, she can space the children out."

"I'm confused. Most women in my culture would be furious at what I did" 

The woman smiled again. "Yes, in your culture. But things are different everywhere, no? Do you regret what you did?"

"No! Yes! I mean...."

She smiled again.” It’s very confusing, I know. But it's powerful magic. She'll understand. I hear that you have medicines of your own to prevent you from having your own baby"

"Well, yes. They're very effective"

She shook her head. "Don't believe it, not with the anwoon in him. You may have an aya...a linked child, from the magic. It often happens. But you’ll have to go"

I didn't know what to say. I'm very religious with my pills, its part of my scientific background. But they weren't infallible. If they didn't work, I was pretty sure I'd be in a family way. 

One thing I did know, I needed to get out of here, and bring my lab and the samples back to civilization. Having the constant temptation of Mr. Happy around would not get any work done. I had enough of everything; the plants, the soil, and hours and hours of records. My job was done here. It was up to the second-level labs to isolate and synthesize the active ingredients. I felt torn, the people here were nice, and I definitely
was leaving with more than I came with, even though I couldn't wear a single bra I owned any more. I almost thought about a second round, but when I looked back, she had taken him back to the birthing hut.

I found a local tribesman who could drive, and hitched up my equipment, and silently drove myself back to the port. He wasn't a talker, and I had no inclination to talk. I saw him discretely checking out my new rack, but I knew I'd have to get used to that. I was afraid I'd forget what my feet looked like, not just my knees. I was still horny, almost to the point of ‘rewarding’ the driver for driving the rig back for me, but I just squirmed and kept my mouth shut.

The company representative looked at me with shock as he saw me, a few weeks after I'd checked out of the town. 

"What happened to you?" 

I knew this was where I'd have to play it straight. "I have some promising candidates. I had to join the local wise-woman's cult to have access to most of the local medicines. They tended to self-medicate, and I would break the local taboo if I did differently". Ah, the old 'cultural-sensitivity' angle. I'd been making the story up as I drove back. They wouldn't really check up for awhile, and I'm sure that Kalifar would cover for me.

"But you're...you're..."

"Stacked? Yeah, I'm afraid so. It's one of the candidates. However, it looks like the local soil composition..."
I stopped, as I realized he wasn't even paying attention. To me, at least. 

How did I tell them that the efficacy was linked to specific soils that were fast becoming depleted? 
That in another dozen years or so, the roots and tubers wouldn't have any effect? I thought we could duplicate the chemicals, but they'd never be able to set up effective harvesting. I don't think he cared a bit about that. My twins were doing all the talking, and he was a rapt listener.

I had some of my own mysteries solved. How I'd wound up with a wildcat stacked ancestor, and how the drugs had done their stuff. I checked out of the compound, heading back to the airport, while the local rep couldn't do enough for me. I leaned down once to distract him (not a hard thing to do) and got on the plane. I was home free...at least until a couple of weeks later, when I missed my period. I smiled slightly, as I knew the anwoon root would be a great way to help infertile couples. Only I'd be getting even bigger...