Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Doctors in the Shadows 12 Motor Pool Office MSD Compound, Point Noir Dr. Girard's anal hole was now well and truly stretched by the impressive cock of Jomo after six to seven minutes of steady strokes into the depth of her bowels. The Frenchwoman's head lolled sleepily on her shoulders as it seemed the debauchery was starting to wind down. Mobu pulled his dick from her mouth and stood at Jomo's left with a plaintiff facial expression which cried out, "Let me...". Jomo nodded and pulled his dick from the lush hind end of Claire, making room for the older laborer. Mobu wasted no time and eased his nine inches up her asshole effortlessly. Claire was taking the big dark dicks easily now in all three of her holes. Oba had regained sturdiness in his dick and stood near her shoulders jerking his pole and dribbling fresh pre come on the smooth features of her thighs and hips. Perspiration streamed down all their bodies in the small office as Jomo held his meat out to her face like a musical instrument and let her lave her tongue over the first 3-4 inches. He moaned out, "Ohh yes, suck it Doctor." Makanga hunched up into her from below as she moaned and yelped, "Fuck me hard. I love it. It feels so good." She bleated out between sucks. The PFC spanked her right flank and grunted to her, "Suck Jomo, suck him deep." The sensory overload was mind bending for Claire. It was nothing but exquisite. She'd felt nothing this sensual since arriving in Congo. Her mind told her she didn't need her toys as long as all these men, African and Europeans were after her. Finally Makanga wrenched her off his pole and sat her on the worn couch with her legs lolling open. Then he swiftly ordered her to her knees as the group stood before and began to jerk their sweaty dicks as she looked on expectantly. Oba and Mobu were the first launch their sizzling wads of jizz across her damp features. Rising onto his tip toes Oba's flexed and dribbled two clotted lumps of sperm over her breast. Mobu leaked clear runny splotches along her neck where it met damp wisps of hair that had escaped her coiffure and curled around her ear in a sweat-slicked coil. When Jomo reached for his cock again Claire brushed his hand away and he groaned with frustration. Finally, she then began licking her way up the underside of his dick. It throbbed and bucked violently against her tongue and oozed precum like mad. There was a pool of the stuff on his stomach with a string of it that stretched from the pool and his Pole. She licked it up then licked the head of his dick clean before she took it in her mouth. "Oooohhhhh!" he groaned in one long outburst as she swallowed his dick all the way in her throat where it belched out a dollop of cum Now only Makanga remained. He stepped forward cockily, grinning and taunting her in French. "Avez-vous eu assez d'amour de l'Afrique ?/Have you had enough African love? His dick is now strangely soft as well, spongy, though if she sucks hard enough she can feel a tired hard-on inside it. And it tastes strange, very masculine. It has been deep in her pussy. The taste alone causes her to start to get wet down between her legs. She knows tiredly if she does not finish him now the lustful Congolese will start in on her again. He pulls his dick out of her mouth and lifts his pole up. She knows what this means, he wants her to kiss his balls. She doesn't mind, she likes his balls. She licked them before. She plants a big kiss right on his sack, then gives each of his balls a big lick. She likes the way they taste, very strange and masculine like his head. The taste makes her get tingly between her legs. It alights something in her brain, the smell and taste. He likes her to get them nice and wet, so she gets lots of spit in her mouth and licks each ball again. It doesn't take long for him to get off, maybe a minute, or and Claire feels his dick stiffen even more and he grabs the back of her head and she knows what's coming. First she just tastes a little bit of his semen in her mouth, but a half-second later his first shot rockets out him. "Oh, fuck!" he says loudly. It hits her in the back of her mouth and instantly her mouth is full of the salty sap. Even though she is swallowing the bleachy odor engulfs her and a little seeps from the corner of her mouth. The three laborers hurry from the motor pool office. As Girard and the PFC restore their clothes to some order and casually head out of the office to the motor pool gate. Standing briefly outside the motor pool compound in the shadow of the lone perimeter light at the gate, Makanga shows another side of himself and tenderly kisses the young doctor on the lips. Even though he has just witnessed her perform torrid group sex with three other men, his arms clasp her trim, svelte waist and curvy hips romantically as he moves his tongue in her mouth. They both startled at the sound of changing gears as an approaching military jeep skids to a stop after rounding the fence near the gate. The vehicle driven by Cpl Youla, carried Lt Dume, the Duty Officer making his rounds of the camp. Claire hurriedly walked away from the motor pool entrance as she left PFC Makanga to deal with the Duty Officer's presence. Fortunately Makanga had passed off the duty free goods to Jomo, who along with the other laborers had disappeared into the darkness back toward the laborers encampment. Penthouse in Luanda From Gloria's chicly furnished penthouse Moroccan incense burnt and soft rock music played while hard lesbian sex was being initiated. Gloria had the Englishwoman completely undressed save for her panties and reclined on a futon in one of her three spare bedrooms which often served as her playroom when she entertained Laurent and other lesbian women friends. Karen's wrist were playfully but secured tied with lace ribbons to the frame legs of the futon. Gloria had removed her own panties but kept her dress on as shimmied astride Karen's body, draping the skirt portion of the dress over the redhead's head and shoulders. Gloria, keeping her legs straight, spread her legs so wide that she was supporting herself on the insides of her feet, and said dryly; "I need my asshole licked clean." Karen started licking her at her inner thigh and moved up slowly, pausing momentarily to taste her wet pussy, feeling the heat radiating on her face. She moved into her ass, tasting a pungent saltiness, an exotic sharpness and experiencing the deep and glorious mystery of the woman's asshole. As Gloria loosened, she drove her tongue deeper into her asshole, then circling her tongue around, tasting the sensual overflow from her wet pussy that had leaked from her crotch the last few hours. Gloria unbuttoned the top four buttons to her dress so that she could reach and manipulate her own juicy breasts as she meanly grooved to the oral attention she was getting from Karen. Often on the other end of this same oral performance, she peeled her tits out of her confining bra and sighed with pleasure, "Shh, ahh yes!" After just two or three minutes of the woman's licking and sucking, Gloria began the climb to her orgasm. Gloria wanted nothing more than to blissfully enjoy having the Brit woman to herself while Laurent was tied up at the Embassy. Her minded thrilled to the idea of wringing a nice oral climax before getting in some spanking and punishment play on the redhead's lush curvy ass. Moreau's Guest Villa, Brazzaville Simone shivered slightly in the afterglow of an excellent climax from Pelham as she languished on the sofa when she heard a gentle knock on the door to her villa. It was Pelham's photographer. "Director Moreau"? The man spoke softly. "I need to find Mr. Pelham, there's an urgent message from our Reuters office." He spoke softly from the hallway. Moreau stepped to the door showing no shyness in all her near naked mature beauty and ushered the Photographer in. Pelham's engorged dick drooped slightly but inwardly he kinkily thrilled to being caught naked in the room of an uninhibited sexual creature as Simone Moreau. With the photographer inside her suite, Dr. Moreau spoke directly and sternly to the man whose last name she knew only as Lane. "Please Monsieur brief Monsieur Pelham so I may finish administering some relief to him." Lane smile wryly as he glanced at his boss whose turgid dick lay throbbing and seeping precum along his left thigh. Pelham remained deathly silent reposed on the sofa as the man delivered the message received from the Concierge. Lane explained; a message had been received from Reuters Bureau office directing them to pull off the Moreau story and proceed to immediately if possible to the border of Congo and Angola to follow a developing story of a missing Cuban cultural worker...who was none other than the niece of one Fidel Castro. Moreau shifted on the sofa and with her lush thighs draped over Pelham's, she reached for his dick and began to massage the stalk of man gristle. Lane looked on with startled expression as Simone massaged the dickhead with her right hand and caressed the taut, swollen nuts with her left. After 3 or 4 strokes Pelham's engorged dick didn't shoot as much as it simply pulsed and belched out three thick, shiny gouts of jizz which slowly ran down his dick. The exquisite sexual torment and orgasm denial had built up over the past several hours. Pelham simply groaned out in achieving his long sought release at her hands, "Awrrgh, awrgh!" Lane felt his 8 inch pipe of manhood stiffen from the erotic display he was witnessing. The 29 year old gazed longingly at the juncture of Simone's thighs where her damp pussy peeped out from the lush pubic region. The casual way Dr. Moreau sat with Pelham and jerked him off right in front of him with no shame was exciting in itself. His dark slacks tented further when she softly said. "You like you need relief also." He focused his gaze on the enticing way Dr. Moreau's under garments framed her juicy loins. The lacy pattern of her stockings clinched to her thighs and flexed sexily along her upper thigh meat whenever she moved. "Come closer..." she said clearly, her voice now turning husky as she reached down and grabbed her discarded panties. She shook them loose from the damp coil they were in and wrapped them in her left hand. "Take it out. Show it to me" She nodded towards Lane's turgid dick. As soon as he flipped it thru his fly, she gripped it with her left hand, encasing it in her moist beige panties. Simone shucked her palm back and forth along the ample 8 inch length of dick. The photographer immediately began to groan and moan in ecstasy. "Ohh, oh ah yesss...!" Lane cried out shuffling forward a little closer to the pretty mature woman. He glanced down at her working hand before begging her. "Oh please Doctor suck it...just a little!" Simone would not be rushed. Her lacy panties shrouded the dick stalk and she leaned in and teasingly licked the damp cock head as her eyes closed returning her to her earlier revelry of memories about her time in school in Paris. As time had went on at the private school, the corrupt Sister Suzanne had led Simone into greater debaucheries in conduct with other faculty at the school. One afternoon at the Sister's room in the quadrangle a tall stout Friar arrived at the room shortly after Simone. Friar Leclerc headed the Curriculum office and was in charge of the nuns teaching credentials. Sister Suzanne adroitly served the Friar tea while explaining to Simone he was an important friend to her. "Simone, dear the Friar is much like you and me...under pressure of deadlines and being watched by the Bishops to achieve high marks in his work." "He needs help from me sometimes to relax when the pressure is to, shall we say great...I think you can help both of us by being Friar Leclerc's special partner too." The 38 year old stood in the center of the room sipping his tea and fondling his slowly engorging dick inside his robe through his trouser pocket as he eyed the juicy morsel of 16 year old Simone. Simone crossed her legs calmly, where she sat in the plain straight back chair flashing her girlish limbs as she grew excited about the thought of being the partner of the handsome Friar. Leclerc slyly eyed the curvy expanse of thighs on display from under the 16 year old's grey skirt. He had become instantly interested when Sister Suzanne told him of the saucy nearly 17 year old who was eager to learn about pleasing men. The nun invited Leclerc to go and be seated in the sleep area of her small quarters before giving instructions also to Simone. "Simone go into my bed chamber and kneel by the bed. You and I are going to help the Friar to relax after an arduous day. Much as you have done for me after a difficult day, no?" Simone's heart began to thud faster in her chest as she thought of what was going to happen. She plainly recalled how in recent weeks she and the Sister had even stopped the pretext of extra scholastic help and simply met her when either was ready for sexual relief. Lane's dick was heavy with blood engorged in it as Simone now sucked him slowly but eagerly as her mind remembered her first session with the Friar. The Photographer began to groan and trample his feet as she sucked and tightened the panties on his dick stalk. "Aww, aww its goooood!" he whined. Simone relinquished the dick from her mouth but jerked it steadily in her left hand and surprised him by spanking twice on his strongly curved behind. Causing the young man to yip loudly, "Oh oww!" The Friar sat in the comfortable bedside chair his legs sprawling open. He watched the teenager walk slowly up to his seat and curtsy before kneeling in front of him. "Oh how sweet and precious of you my child. Is it true what Sister Suzanne has hinted at... that you might be willing to help me rebound from such a trying day?" Simone nodded eagerly as she knelt almost reverently before the Friar. The masterful cleric's dick began to weep precum moisture as he gazed at the teen's lovely face framed by her dark auburn coiffure. He wanted to be sure she was complying voluntarily. "Thank you dear Ms. Moreau but I need to hear you say it. So there is no misunderstanding by the Sister and I." "I promise Friar. I will do whatever is asked of me by Sister Suzanne and you to become a full partner in performing to please you this I swear...."she said with a loud audible gulp. Even Sister Suzanne was impressed. Her loins simmered as she began to heat up from the little tableau. She didn't know if she would rather feel Simone's face between her thighs or the Friars stout pipe slipping up her now moist clammy trench. Leclerc unlashed his robe, his dark brown trousers tented with his strong 8 inch pole. "Come closer dear Simone, unzip me and take it out." He demanded evenly. As Simone knelt to her work, Sister Suzanne knelt at her lush behind and rucked her skirt up to her back. As usual Simone never wore a slip, and her panties were on display to the man with drum tightness across her full sexy behind. The nun began to slowly rub and agitate the juncture between the teen's full thighs when she heard the Friar speak out. "Come now, put it in your mouth. Don't just admire it suck it." The man said blandly. Moreau pulled her hand away from Lane's dick and let it stand out rigid and bobbing up from his groin as she removed her panties from around the dick stalk. She leaned back in and engulfed it in her lips mouthing the first three to four inches of meat. Her hands idle at her sides, she swiveled her face back and forth on the man's tool drawing sharp bursts of flavor from his leaking precome. Seeing this performance caused the briefly sated Pelham to feel a stiffness returning to his dick. He crawled forward and began to caress and rub her juicy tits while she fellated his photographer. Simone sucked the gallant pole while cranking her thighs apart and starting to strum her clit as she sucked her eyes closed in concentration. The 16 year old stropped her face gamely up and down the Friars leaking uncut pole. Sharp, salty bursts of precum from inside his foreskin washed across her gums and palate as she got further down on the 8 inch spike. Sister Suzanne had peeled the panties off the girl's hips and was now running two fingers into her juicy cunt as she sucked dick. Friar was doubly pleased with the female's performance. "Undress Sister Suzanne and get into bed." He ordered apparently excited and ready enough to fuck. The Friars face was smooth with only a small five o clock shadow as he now stood totally naked at the bed side, his pipe wet with Simone's saliva. "Come girl lay back and raise your skirt. Come...come. Your pussy I want to see it." Simone rose from her knees and twisted onto the bed and rucked her skirt up as Sister Suzanne removed the panties completely from her. The teen's bush was dark red and thick and the lips it hid were fat and ripe a veritable meat curtain to her juicy young hole. The mons had long been described by the nun as "prime for rutting,". Even the other girls in her classes had commented upon seeing Simone in Phys ed. Sister Suzanne leaned into the girlish pit and licked it sensually, and flicked the clit button at the top. The Friar watched gleefully before saying, "Damn Suzanne I've got to have her now. I feel so hard my teeth ache. She is so achingly juicy looking." The belly high erection kicked up from his hairy nut sack as he knelt on the bed. "She can melt me down a little and then I want you Sister. He said gruffly. Sister Suzanne moved away from Simone after one finally lick of the wet snatch and settled seated behind the teen girl and soothingly rubbed her shoulders and tits inside her blouse. The Friar fondled the nun's hanging tits as he slipped his purpled headed dick into Simone's slot. Then kissing Sister Suzanne gentler than one would imagine he released her tits and palmed the lush hind cheeks of the teen. "Give it to her now Friar, she's readdyyy. Right up to her lovely white throat" The nun yelled out. Simone closed her eyes and shivered blissfully as she felt the broad head of dick gash her hymen and probe her pussy channel making her a woman. "Do it...sir give it to me sir. Please get it done. Ahhh!" In perfect tandem the nun pushed down on the young lady's torso as the Friars hunched up into her grotto. "Yeoooww!" Simone bleated out as Leclerc gripped her lush ass and speared her pussy sump. It felt like the dick head had settled under her ribs somewhere. The teen's smooth girlish thighs were doubled back and held tight on her chest by the nun and she could only thrash about like a worm on a hook. The Friar stuffed the teen until his pubic hairs ground down into hers wetly as her girl sap mingled with the red dew from her hymen. "Oh dear sir, come." Simone begged in desperation as the fuck sensation coursed through her body. "Isn't it lovely, Simone?" The nun bent forward fondling and now licking a juicy breast of Simone's which had liberated from blouse and bra during the thrashing. "I'm comin...ger-going to come Sister Suzanne...ooh ugg!" As waves of bliss rode over her Simone now popped sweat from her pores in shiny droplets. "Mon dieu, she fucks like butter! She is coming all the time." Leclerc grunted out. "It must be the joy of fellating me that has her so antsy for it." The wetness of her pussy made it easy for Leclerc to pummel her into submission with his dick. But he wanted more. He pulled out of her, his rod streaked with ruby proof of her deflowering and flipped her onto hand and knees. "Come...I'm going to take you dog like while you lick Sister Suzanne." Her eyes rolling giddily, Suzanne spread her thighs around Simone's face and tenderly pulled her hair aside. The eager to please teen began to lick Sister Suzanne as Leclerc's fat dick head eased through her swollen piss laps. In mere moments Leclerc's dick had her impaled again like a butterfly to a collector's page. The teen girl was going mad with fuck lust as the dick hunched into her. She hammered her fist into the mattress helplessly and continued to swivel her tongue along the tangy cunt of the blonde nun. Simone had become a master at going down on another female under the mentoring of Sister Suzanne and had even boldly experimented with one of her classmates. Glossy with sweat now the teen undulated her hips and buttocks causing her man pleasing hole to strop along the dick as it ran into her womb it seemed. "Ooooh! She wailed hysterically. "I...I it's toooo...commiiing!" Before she could say "big", orgasm overtook her again. The nun had gathered the teen's hair up into a disheveled pony tail as she rode the girl face with her wet cunt and Leclerc pummeled her young vibrant pussy. Leclerc gazed up with squinted eyes at the rictus coming over the nun's face as Simone ate her pussy. "Oh sweet Suzanne, she is the best partner yet. I cannot wait until I can sample her round ample ass." The Friar remarked as if the teen was not even present. The first shot of his blistering cum burst into her guts like lightning striking a tree. The scalding jet throbbed and pulsed into her pussy. Once, twice, three hot dollops that shook her womb. Simone hung her head limply after he had shot off, allowing the Sister to guide her face up and down her pussy until the nun reached her climax. Friar Leclerc rolled off the lush rump of the teen and wiped his soiled cock on the bed linen and stepped away to get dressed. When he exited the small bedroom, Simone was still licking Sister Suzanne. Lane watched intently as Dr. Moreau sucked his dick with fervor and Pelham stroked her thighs and tits. It was a kinky scene for the young photo-journalist and he had not found himself in this kind of setting since his college days. Moreau double her effort sucking 4, 5 even 6 inches of cock and forcing drool from her throat and mouth to spill over her lips and chin. It finally was too much for the young man. She felt him tremor and pulled her face off his dick, clenching it in her left hand and gave it a final jerk as her mouth lolled open before him. The man's dick spasmed launching a heaving S -shaped rope of sperm 6 inches long over her face directly between her eyes where it hooked into her hair. Little spritzes of cum and saliva slopped into her mouth and she swallowed them immediately. MSD Conference Center, Brazzaville Congo The attendees were all in various stages of hangover after the events of last night. Pelham and his cameraman were loitering in the lobby of the guest villa, hoping to get some word on a transportation means for them to get out Brazzaville and head for the region near the border of Cabinda Zone. Pelham hoped he would get to see Dr. Moreau before one of them departed Brazzaville. It was more than likely Moreau would not leave until late in the day after the conference or the following day or later.