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Chapter 4-Bosoms over Braazaville, continued
“Much better, “ she nodded. “The garlic and somewhat noxious foods those men must have been eating left a sour taste in my mouth for days.” We didn’t even bother reporting the gang rape, as there was no way the authorities could have identified the group, and they didn’t appear to be members of either side of the conflict. That happens some times. Gangs of men who hold no allegiance to either side use the strife to let their baser emotions run wild. We’d had her checked, of course, for communicable disease several times over the next few months, but to our great relief, no untoward complications ensued. We were both also rather relieved when a few weeks later her womanly period showed up on time. “Thank goodness most of those men didn’t ejaculate anywhere near my uterus!” she muttered the morning it appeared. “That would have been enough semen to make even the most barren old crone pregnant!”
Meanwhile, back on the bed, poor Mariana was nearing the end of her ordeal. Six of the young Africans had satisfied themselves between her legs, one, as noted above, had decorated my wife while he waited, and there were only three left to go. We sauntered over the head of the bed, sitting on either side of Mariana. The rhythmic pounding of mattress as she was forcibly penetrated made it hard to get comfortable, but we were both used to roughing it, and we did the best we could.
“Say, old girl, mind if we watch and take notes?” I said to her, motioning to Tess who had once again opened her sticky notebook and was rapidly applying pen to paper.
“N…N…No…G…G…Go a-head..ead..ead..” she breathed, rasping as best she could under the circs. The pounding she was taking made it difficult to form complete words, I suppose.
“Pl. . . pl . . . please . . . some…one…pinch . . . my. . . nip . . . nip . . . ples…” she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
I glanced at Tess. “Do you mind, my dear?”
She shook her head “No”, and I bent to the task. I grasped Mariana’s left nipple firmly between my thumb and forefinger and applied a strong pressure, something I knew would complete the erogenous circuit that seemed to run between Mariana’s clitoris and brain. She cried out and arched her back up off the bed, nearly un-seating the young buck between her thighs. Her legs tensed up and she let out an awful sounding screech of what I knew was pleasure. She held her tensed body for several seconds and then just as she seemed to be coming to shore, I used my free hand to pinch the other nipple equally as hard at the same time. This double stimulation set off an atom bomb in her loins, as she shuddered and squealed for another thirty or so seconds before passing out completely.
The man currently enjoying her lower body took that opportunity to arrive at his own culmination, and poured another helping of strange semen into her now-overflowing cup of love. However, Mariana had rung down the curtain on her own participation. She would be out for perhaps ten to fifteen minutes. We’d seen this before, so once Tess checked her breathing and pulse rate we both turned to look at the three remaining suitors.
“You can not ravish her any more in this condition. It would be unkind.” Her words elicited grumbles and some nasty mutterings from the trio. They looked at her with glowering eyes and an unspoken thought crossed my mind as well as Tess’s, no doubt. We could not afford a rebellion at this early moment in the expedition. We depended on the locals here to provide us with porters, guides, and all the other accoutrements of a journey into the bush.
After a brief moment, she spoke again. “However, I will perform fellatio upon you to make up for it. I assure you that my skills are quite adequate in that area, and you will not be disappointed.”
Quizzical looks were the item of the day. Obviously, the natives were not familiar with Latin phraseology. Tess was nothing if not academically correct. She looked at me with exasperation and rolled her eyes. “..the lack of a proper education in these countries is appalling…” she muttered under her breath. She began unbuttoning her blouse. “I’d hate to have to wash stains out. Would you be a dear and hold this for me?” she said, handing me her expensive top. I saw six large brown eyes light up, and three brown heads begin rising from the stalks of flesh they capped. Tess took a small pillow from on the bed, placed it in the middle of the room not five feet from me, and knelt down on it.
“All right, you first, young man.” She said, motioning for the nearest fellow to come closer. He stepped up to her and as soon as he came within reach, Tess placed her delicate, wedding-ring’ed hand around his abnormally stiff shaft. She almost pulled him into her mouth, and, taking a look at me, placed her lips around the shaft and began performing the act for which, among other things, Queen Cleopatra was famous. Her talent at this particular act was, I agreed, quite adequate. I’m certain that she had not often attempted a performance with a costar of quite the magnitude of her current paramour too many times before. But she allowed her saliva to coat the shaft quite liberally, and began forcing more and more of the large penis into her mouth. After a few strokes back and forth, she took a deep breath and forced her head down even farther onto the shaft. I was amazed to see her slim neck bulge around the invader as she somehow managed to swallow down nearly eight or ten inches of him. Then she began the rhythmic movement up and down that she knew would be calculated to force the man to arrive at his orgasm at the earliest possible moment. For at least three to four minutes, all that could be heard in the room, apart from Mariana’s light snoring, was the somewhat unseeming slurp of her lips moving back and forth along the wetly shining brown shaft that buried itself in her mouth over and over again. I looked at her partner, his eyes were closed and his head was thrown back in approaching ecstasy.
Suddenly I heard him grunt loudly and exclaim “Unggahhh unggahh unggahh”, which I believe, can be roughly translated as “Heaven’s above, I believe I’m orgasming in this lovely woman’s mouth.” Or something like that. I saw Tess choke just a bit and then she swallowed in a huge gulp, evidently confirming the young man’s statement. A small tear appeared in the corner of one eye but she quickly brushed it away, and placing both hands on the man’s hips, pushed him away from herself. The long shaft, now losing some of its former glory, extricated itself from her face and finally the head popped from between her lips. She inhaled a welcome breath as the poor fellow stumbled backwards and sat heavily on the bed.
“My goodness that was a large emission,” she chuckled, passing a dainty fingertip across the corner of her mouth. “I estimate it consisted of at least three tablespoons, if not more. Prodigious, to say the least!” she laughed. “Darling, I shan’t have any need of dinner tonight if your two friends have been similarly denied release for so long!”
She took a few breaths and checked her face and neck for any leakage, but there seemed to be none, apart from the small silvery drop she’d earlier retrieved from the corner of her mouth.
The next fellow rushed up to her, anxious for his turn at the magical mouth of this lovely white woman kneeling at his feet. His penis seemed quite small for his bulk, only measuring perhaps a half-dozen inches but what he lacked in length, he made up for in girth. Easily as big around as the handle of my cricket bat, I was unsure whether Tess’s jaw could unhinge nearly far enough to envelop the head of it.
She began by laying a loving kiss on just the head, perhaps unsure herself of the wisdom of attempting to enclose the limb-like appendage. She tongued the head until it had a sheen of moisture, then moved her chin side to side for a moment to loosen her jaw, and tried to push the apple-sized head between her lips. Her brows furrowed in concentration, and the shaft bent a bit as she forced herself forwards, but the head was simply too big to enter. She backed off, and tried again. Then a third time. She could get no more than a few centimeters of the head between her lips. She had to admit defeat, I’m sad to say. I know it made her feel bad.
She looked up at the fellow. “I’m sorry, young man, but your penis is simply to wide for me to fellate you properly. The head of it must be 6 centimeters across. My jaw will not open enough for you to gain entry.”
He looked down with a scowl.
“However, if you’ll permit me, I will rest the glans on my tongue and then masturbate you as best I can. I’m sure you will enjoy it.”
With a very un-ladylike move, Tess stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, and rested the end of the man’s appendage on it. She began moving it back and forth just under the tip, and then rapidly began stroking the shaft from top to bottom. After just a few seconds, the man uttered a curse, and slapped her hand away. She looked crestfallen. But he began fisting himself, so Tess simply leaned in, resting her hands on her thighs, and looked up at him, his penis still resting on her tongue.
The man must have been quite excited, for barely 30 seconds of his own masturbation had elapsed when suddenly, and quite without any warning, a thick stream of semen flew from the end of his penis and blasted into the back of Tess’s throat. She gulped once, and then closed off the back of her mouth for the remainder of the discharge. The man’s penis emitted no less than ten complete squirts of his thick seed in to her welcoming mouth before it finally stopped. He shook his penis twice, and another rather large drop flew out and struck her on the cheek.
I watched as Tess closed her lips and leaned her head forward for a moment, then leaned back and opened her mouth. Even I had to see this. I moved to her side and peered in. I was, I’ll admit, quite shocked.
There seemed to be a tremendous amount of semen in her mouth. It covered her lower teeth completely, and I could barely see the tip of her tongue peeking out from the lake of liquid love. “Darling, I must get a photo of this – you will not believe the size of that emission!” I breathlessly whispered to my dear. I grabbed the camera, quickly screwing on a close up lens, and moved in. A few adjustments, and I snapped off half a dozen or so shots to immortalize this occasion for us.
“Ay I sllallow ow?” I heard her try to speak through the huge amount of liquid still occupying her oral cavity. I looked at her quizzically for a second, then realized that she was trying to say, ‘May I swallow now?” I chuckled and nodded, she closed her mouth again, and with two audible swallows, downed the entire concoction.
“Whew! Jesus Lord of the Rings, that was a mouthful!” she giggled like a schoolgirl. “I don’t think I’ve ever – “
Her sentence was cut short by the arrival of the last man, who must have been related to her earlier suitor near the window, because he started ejaculating when he was still three feet away. A white missile narrowly missed my nose and hit Tess right in the middle of her forehead, followed quickly by several more landings. Her face quickly looked like she’d dipped it in a bowl of oatmeal. After his discharge, he placed the head of it on her lips and Tess, ever the considerate one, licked it clean, gave it a nice kiss right on the head, and looked at me through her one good eye.
“My goodness, I must look an awful fright! I’m certainly glad I took my blouse off, but look at this, there’s semen all the way down my front.” She began to wipe the liquid from the upper slopes of her breasts and thoughtfully sucked each finger clean as it was used. After her breasts had been wiped clean enough for her satisfaction, she began doing the same to all the tendrils decorating her face. Getting up and moving to the cracked and yellowed mirror on the other side of the room, the men parted in astonishment to let her by.
“Alright, gentlemen, you have had your fun. Now it is time to leave, and allow my husband and I to tend to poor Mariana there. I’m positive that your repeated love-making has worn her poor genitals to a frazzle. Just look at the amount of your spendings that have already started to exude from her labia.” She was looking into the mirror and transferring the semen on her face into her mouth as she spoke. Finally finished, she turned again and addressed them. They seemed almost like embarrassed schoolboys as she wagged a wet finger at them.
“You should all be ashamed of yourselves, forcing yourselves on that poor helpless young woman like that. I realize that her charms are very hard to resist, but even so, you all need to work on your self control. A woman’s vagina is simply not made to accommodate so many quite large penises one after the other. A rest period in between your couplings would have been much more considerate! In the future, I shan’t allow this form of licentious behaviour to occur, do you hear me?”
I was astonished at the downcast looks of the group. Slowly they filed out of the room, one or two even stopping to bend and kiss Tess on the forehead (which, luckily, she had cleared of the emission so recently occupying it) before heading out of the room. After a few moments only Tess, Mariana, I, and the taxi driver, whom we found out was named Mbuto, remained in the room. I spoke to him.
“Mbuto, we shall require approximately two dozen strong porters for about five weeks. We contemplate a journey into the lands of the Ngoro tribe, and I estimate it will take approximately six days to get there. Please purchase the required tents, food, other supplies and what-not that we will be needing. Remember that my wife and I have much valuable photographic equipment, and we would be very vexed should anything happen to it – so I want to remind you to hire only the most trustworthy porters. I shall not stand for any foolishness, is that understood?”
“Yes, Bwana, I understand. I get only best-best boys for you and Missy and Missy. You not be chagrined with my boys, I get only best-best ones for you. They all be big and strong like elephant” he chattered in response. He knew that his payment depended on providing for our needs completely. I’d run into fellows like him in the bush before – they were more intelligent than they looked, often enough.
“Ok, then, run along and get started. We leave the day after tomorrow at daybreak.” He scurried out and I turned to Tess.
“Are you OK, my darling? That seemed like an awfully nice thing to do, considering Mariana’s state. The fellows certainly seemed to enjoy your talents…”
“Oh silly – of course I’m fine. You remember that time in Osaka when I had to step in for little Sakami’s bukkake session we were documenting. I don’t know why that poor girl signed up for a one hundred and fifty man scene when she’d done so little of it before. She’d barely finished what, a dozen men when she became so ill and I volunteered to take over for her. Now that was experience I’ll not likely forget for a long time. It was truly fascinating to evaluate the different ejaculations from those gentlemen. I was surprised that for the most part, there was very little fishy taste like I’d expected, what with all the sushi, you know. So I assure you that those three African boys were nothing at all, it was a pleasure to help them relieve the pressure that I’m sure their testicles were under.”
“Yes, I suppose you’re right, my little love-bud. Well, in any case, it was a job well done, and I must say I’m proud of you.” I thought back to the scene in Osaka she mentioned. We’d been on assignment to study and document ancient Asian sex practices, and the recent craze over the old ritual bukkake became our focal point. Our local interpreter and guide, a pixie-sized girl who couldn’t have been over 20 years old had volunteered to undergo a facial soaking for our benefit, but the sheer volume of the first dozen men had simply overwhelmed her. She ran crying from the room in tears.
My dear Tess, ever the consummate professional, volunteered to take her place on the mat. She disrobed, and simply offered up her face as the target. For the next two hours, man after man stepped up and emitted everything from a few small drops and dribbles, to voluminous, massive spendings on her. Within just a few minutes, she was nearly unrecognizable under the semen mask.
The barrage continued on and on, thoroughly drenching her from stem to stern, pooling on the mat before her, and running in wet white trails from her neck all the way down her body, finally dripping off her crotch. After a few moments of course, her dainty fingertips found their way to her own love button, and she allowed herself to orgasm along with the men perhaps twenty or more times. I’ve always been amazed, and not a little jealous, of her ability in that regard. Tess has been multi-orgasmic from her early teenage days, or so she tells me.
“Well, it certainly was a unique experience. So far as I know, I’m the only white women to have survived an onslaught such as that in recent memory. It certainly is a benefit that I developed a taste for semen early on in my life. Of course, all of us Bennington-Smythe girls did, as you well know. My sister Rebecca nearly lived off the stuff whilst she attended St. David’s. She promised the cricket eleven at the neighboring boy’s school that she would gladly drain them after each match win. She spent more time on her knees in the pitch than the groundsman, I’m sure. They went undefeated three years in a row, you know, and ended up the All-England champions. She often said there was no flavor of tea in all of the Empire that she preferred over the warm semen of her batsmen.” Tess grinned at me.
Her two sisters, all three being beautiful examples of English prim-and-proper womanhood, had secret lives that would have made the most decadent roué in all of London blush to his breeches. More semen ended up in their little tummies all over southern England, and some far-flung parts of the empire, than anyone ever could have imagined. Her eldest sister, Honoria, spent two years as a prison matron in the most secure gaol in all of England, demanding that she be given the men’s ward to maintain. She worked night hours, and she was very proud of the fact that during her entire tenure there, not one single prisoner even attempted escape.
A groan from the direction of the bed diverted our attention, and we glanced to see that Mariana was reviving. We spent the next hour or so tending to her, cleaning her of the accumulated bodily fluids, and Tess spent several minutes examining her vulva at a very close up level to make sure it had not been damaged in the ordeal. After a few minutes, she pronounced it as good as new.
While I unpacked some of our gear, the women spent some time comforting each other after their horrible ordeal, or so they said. I believe they just wanted to practice the Sapphic arts, if you ask me. Tess had her upper lips firmly attached to Mariana’s lower ones, and applied a tight suction that, if my eyes didn’t deceive me, caused Mariana’s left nipple to invert suddenly. This was one of Tess’s favorite activities to do with another woman, suctioning as much semen from her internals as possible. I’m not sure where she began the habit, but I found it very exciting.
After about 20 minutes, Tess seemed satisfied that she’d extracted all the African DNA samples that she could, and pulled her lips from Mariana’s midsection with an audible “pop”. She glanced at me with a sparkle in her eye.
“Whew! She was loaded to the gills! I can’t remember ever getting that much out of just one woman at one time! I swear there must have been half a pint up there..but I think I got most of it.”
“Tess, you are indeed remarkable. I’m sure Mariana appreciates your efforts, right, my dear?” I said, looking at our young charge.
“Oh yes, Lady Tess, you make me feel SOOOOOOO good!” she lilted. “Your tongue felt like it was swabbing the outside of my cervix there for a minute! I thought my head was going to implode.”
“Anytime, my sweet child, anytime.” Tess laughed.
We passed the rest of the evening checking our gear and making sure we were ready to head out on our adventure.
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