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Sighs Matter

   M+/F, F/F, IR, Humor, local color

   Here are Chapters 4 & 5 of my little epic.  Plot wise, you'll want to
read 1-3 so you are up to speed.  Comments welcome.

   RichHumus@gmail.com

   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 rou� 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.

   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   Chapter 5-The Porter's Loads

   Thirty six hours later found us groggily awakening from a soporific
slumber.  I'll relate the adventures of the previous evening at some later
part of the narrative, suffice it to say that it was an evening about 130
Congolese gentlemen will not soon forget.

   After hosing the hide off down the hall at the shared bath, we pulled on
clothing most suitable for the trek we were about to begin.  I donned the
trusty khaki trews, a stout pair of safari boots, and a rather jaunty
looking pith helmet, if I may say.  Of course, I couldn't forget my trusty
.450 Nitro Express, just in case we encountered a raging beast intent on
devouring us for a light snack.

   Tess, on the other hand, believed in traveling light - her safari kit
would perhaps have been more appropriate for the center pole at Scores, but
she insisted that she preferred freedom of movement and hated being
restricted by the usually cumbersome expedition garb.  It was little more
than a short safari jacket that ended just below the lower slope of her
buttocks, very short walking shorts, and a pair of fishnet stockings held
up by garter straps that she'd sown into the lining of her shorts. 
Knee-high suede boots completed the outfit.

   As the sun rose over the grimy pollution of Brazzaville, we made our way
downstairs, and while I settled up with the innkeeper Tess and Mariana went
out to gather up Mbuto and the porters.  As I feared, when I got outside,
the air was stifling already, and the humidity seemed to hang in the air.
It had a particularly fetid order as I stood beneath the balcony and I
remarked on its loathsomeness to no one in particular.

   "Silly ass, no wonder - there's a great big man on the second floor
peeing out his window on you!" Tess laughed.  I started, and began to look
up to where her finger pointed, but instantly regretted that move.  Wiping
the visage with the back of my sleeve, I coughed and sputtered, "Well, you
could have at least warned me!" I sought out a dryer section of sidewalk,
and within a few moments old Mbuto showed up.

   "Hullo hullo great mornings to you sahib missy and missy.  Bestest
mornings in all of Africa to us as we get goings on to the journey of my
lifetimes.  We meet porters at edge of town, yes, I thought it bestest to
get them going earliest possible." He chattered on like a capuchin monkey
on crack, but at least we were able to understand his lingo.

   We took off after him.  Winding our way through the hovels and slums of
the town, I was not looking forwards to having to navigate our way into the
poor section once we left our familiar surroundings.  However, we made our
way successfully, and at length, found ourselves coming upon a large
clearing whereupon were sitting our assembled masses.  They stood up as we
came in to view, and I must say I was more than a little surprised by
Mbuto's success.  Not a one of the beggars was under two meters tall, and
they all seemed to weigh twenty stone if they weighed a dram.  Clad in
native gear of loin cloth and sandals, they presented a picturesque, if not
slightly unnerving sight.  However I swallowed my trepidation (Tess isn't
the only swallower in this tale) and gathered them around me.  With Mbuto's
help, we marked and distributed each man's load, making sure that the
strongest and tallest got the heavier ones.  I appointed a laundry wallah
and gun bearer, and called out for the start.

   Single file, we trekked out of the clearing, I consulted my map, and
within 15 minutes we were out of sight of the city.  Mbuto led the way, I
followed, then Tess, Mariana, and the bearers.  Entranced by the savage
beauty of the veldt, nothing much was said by any of us in front for the
better part of an hour.  I heard the porters singing in their footsteps
behind us, the rhythmic chanting echoing off down the trail behind us.

   After a while, I let Tess move up in front of me, and I delighted in
watching her pert bottom sway back and forth as she strode along.  The
bottom hems of her shorts ended a few inches above the tops of her gartered
stockings, and I found the white of her thighs entrancing.  Mbuto of
course, seemed to be glancing backwards nearly more than he looked ahead,
and at least one time I had to shout at him to pay attention lest he trip
over a fallen log or whatnot.

   We'd gone perhaps five or six kilometers into the bush when suddenly
there arose an excited hue and cry from back among the porters.  We stopped
in our tracks and quickly gathered back to the group of them.

   One porter was laying on his back by the side of the trail, and half a
dozen of the others were gathered around him clucking like somebody's great
aunt.  The rest of the porters were just sitting or standing around in a
bored stupor.  Since my Swahili was a bit rusty, I motioned for Mbuto to
find out what the problem was.

   Mbuto and two or three of them chatted away for a few moments, and I
noticed that one of them, at a point in the conversation, grabbed at his
crotch in a decidedly Michael Jackson-like way.

   Finally, Mbuto broke away and came over to me.

   "Very badness, bwana, very badness.  He has been bitten by a snake, the
Okalaki bushmaster.  It is a very bad snake, very bad.  He will soon be
expiring..." he shook his head in resignation.

   "What the devil are you talking about, the Okalaki bushmaster?  I've
never heard of such a thing.  And what on earth do you mean by expiring?" I
was incredulous.  I thought I was fairly familiar with most of the various
flora and fauna of this part of the Dark Continent but I'd never heard of
this particular reptile.

   "Oh very bad snake...very bad.  Very rare here too there are not very
many because villagers kill them whenever they find them.  They kill very
many people hereabouts and roundabouts.." he excitedly kept on chattering
for a few minutes before I dismissed his discourse with a jaunty wave of
the hand.

   "Quite enough, my good man, quite enough.  Less of the natural history
lesson is required.  What I want to know is just what is wrong with that
poor bugger, and what do we need to do to get him back on his feet?"

   The little man leaned in close to me and began whispering in my ear. 
After a few moments, I managed to contain my incredulity a bit, and
digested what he said.  It was not good.  Things didn't look too rosy for
the fellow.

   I straightened up, and turned to Tess.

   "Love of my life and partner o' mine, I have a feeling your services are
needed."

   One eyebrow arched.

   I took her arm and walked her a bit out of the circle of still-goggling
natives.

   "It seems the unfortunate fellow has been bitten by some sort of viper
or something.  It's a very rare reptile but I'm told the bite is painful
and, unfortunately, often fatal.  It produces a huge swelling in the area
that is bitten, and there is only one remedy to reduce the swelling...."

   "..Go on...  " she smiled

   "Well, it seems the lad was bitten square in the middle of his scrotum,
and already his testes are swollen to the size of...." I cast about for a
suitable simile...  "to the size of those guava melons over there",
pointing to a nearby bush with several large fruits laden on its low
branches.

   "And you need me to reduce the swelling somehow, am I correct, my
lovebird and protector?"

   "In words of one syllable, yes."

   "What do you recommend, oh dear one?"

   "Well, it would seem that the quickest way to extract the venom would be
to have the poor bugger reach an orgasm as quickly as possible.  Mbuto
tells me the natives around here find that procedure to be the only
operation with a modicum of success, as it were.  When the venom is mixed
in with the seminal fluid, it apparently negates its rather unhealthy
qualities, except that if it touches the exposed skin of someone, it can
still cause a rather nasty burn of some sort.  So it must be extracted and
nullified by...."

   "By?..."

   "By saliva and stomach acids, so it seems."

   "Ah.." she smiled.  "So I'm to make sure the glans penis of this rather
large gentleman - " she nodded to the sore native.  "- is fully engulfed in
my esophagus when his orgasm occurs, and ensure that the ejaculate is
drained fully into my tummy?  Is that what you're asking me?" she grinned
with a twinkling eye.  Her nipples had become engorged and swollen, not
unlike what they might have done had she herself been stung by the serpent
in question.  It was a sure sign that she found the prospect enticing.

   "Well, you've hit the nail on the head, my lovely rose petal.  What say
you?"

   She just winked at me and strolled back to the assemblage.  The
afflicted fellow was seated on a large rock, or boulder of some type,
leaning back on his elbows.  We could all see the swelling beneath his loin
cloth, and the agony on his face was almost unbearable.  Tess motioned to
one of the men for a blanket, which she folded neatly and placed on the
ground before him.  Kneeling, she put one hand on each of the fellow's
knees and moved them apart to give her room to operate.  He groaned almost
soundlessly with the effort but his Nubian thighs parted enough for her to
move in closer.  Reaching out with a delicate hand, she lifted the hem of
his loin cloth and moved it up and out of the way.  His appendage, now
visible to the naked eye, was indeed in advanced stages of turgidity as had
been predicted.  Tess placed one delicate hand around the shaft about
half-way up its length (I noted that there was room between her fingertips)
and lifted the stalk until it pointed like an asp at her own open mouth. 
Taking a deep breath, she lowered her face, opening her lips to allow the
distended glans to enter.  I watched entranced as she continued the
descent, until at least several inches of the inflamed organ had
disappeared.

   Glancing up at the fellow, she swallowed and then pulled her head down
even further, until all but a few scant centimeters of shaft was visible,
rising from his prickly pubic region.  Her neck and throat, visibly
enlarged by the recent addition of the penis, seemed to vibrate and ripple
with the effort she was expending.  The fellow receiving the rather
unorthodox medical treatment rolled his eyes until only the whites were
visible.  I couldn't tell if he was in pain or not.  His knuckles turned
white as he gripped the ground next to his seat.

   Suddenly Tess rose up, until nearly all of the Swahili stalk was
visible, and then, taking another deep breath, she plunged down on it
again. Small amounts of her saliva glistened on the shaft as she repeated
this maneuver a dozen times in the next minute or two.  The native's belly
tightened and he groaned again.

   Tess rose up one more time, and then, seemingly gathering her courage
and skill from all her past training, she rose up somewhat from her
position and tried to align her throat more adeptly to the angle of the
penis.  Saliva running down the shaft in small streams, she forced her head
lower and lower in to his lap, until all evidence of his manhood was
invisible, buried deeply in the clasping throat of the remarkable lady.  I
watched her neck pulsate with effort.

   Without warning, the porter gasped and began making small thrusts
forwards, even though there was nowhere to go.  Tess had her lips fully in
contact with his pubic region.  We heard her gulp in a rather unladylike
manner, and I could suddenly picture the rich, salty emission that no doubt
was being pumped directly down her slim throat.  Half a dozen times I
watched her neck convulse.  Finally, the man stopped grunting and seemed to
collapse back on his buttocks.  Tess followed him down, as if bowing to an
idol.  Sweat poured off his chest, and we all seemed to begin breathing
again as Tess slowly rose up, extricating the now slightly-less tumescent
penis from its recent home.  About half way up, she tightened her lips
around the cylinder of flesh and seemed to be pulling the last remnants of
any semen from the vein underneath up through the shaft and into her mouth.

   Finally, she pulled fully off the man, and gasped for breath.  "My
goodness, that was an amazingly copious emission, " she turned to look at
me.  "I honestly felt him pour five or six-" Her words were interrupted by
an embarrassed burp emanating from her recently invaded tummy as the air
she swallowed bubbled up from her stomach.  "Oh my!  Excuse me!" she
laughed.

   We looked at her recent patient.  His eyes were closed, but his
breathing had returned to normal, as had the swellings in his nether
regions.  The shaft hung almost lifelessly from his groin, but we could see
that the extraction seemed to have done the trick.  Gradually, it returned
to a more normal appearance (if you can call the truncheon he was equipped
with `normal').  I extended a hand to my bride and helped her rise to her
feet.  Once again, my dear marriage-partner had risen (well, actually,
knelt) to the occasion when her services and legendary talents were
required.  My bosom swelled with pride, nearly as much as hers apparently
had.

   I patted her tenderly on the head, and kissed her cheek.  "Well done,
old girl, well done indeed.  It seems your patient is on the road to
recovery." I grinned.  Tess winked at me and cleared her throat once again.

   "I'm so glad I was able to help." she said.

   The clearing had grown ominously quiet during Tess's ministrations to
the afflicted porter, and I looked around.  Nearly all the porters had
disappeared.  Ashen-faced, I turned to Mbuto.

   "Mbuto!  Where have all the men gone!  If they've run off I'll have your
hide!"

   "Oh no siree-bob not a chance for that.  They are not run off.  They are
just looking for more snakes!"

   I groaned.  Tess and Mariana giggled.

   Soon enough, the absent porters came crashing through the bushes back
into the trail.  It appeared that their efforts had gone unrewarded
however, as they had a grey and gloomy look about them.  Some appeared even
miffed.

   Several of the blokes came to speak menacingly at Mbuto.  I could
overhear only snatches of their conversation.

   "Aikee mgoro nonwadano.  Meeso kwame ngoroog.  Pali safi, tenogmang-a.
Kali mama suck-suck, no go.  No go."

   Mbuto turned to me.

   "They want the same.  Or they won't go on."

   Tess blushed.  Mariana giggled.  I turned to them.

   "See what you've done now.  We're faced with a porter strike not two
hours into the trek."

   "Oh, shush, dear pal of mine.  The men only want one thing.  I'm certain
we girls can provide for them, right, dear?" Tess replied, looking at
Mariana.

   "Yes, madam", the young girl nodded.  "We must do something.  We can not
allow the men to leave us here.  I will do whatever you ask."

   Tess and Mariana quickly cleared two spaces to sit along the trail side.
I stood and watched bemusedly, only getting the camera out to capture this
remarkable event.  Here were two women, perhaps the only white woman within
50 miles, and a young East Indian barely out of university, preparing to
perform fellatio on upwards of 40 natives, until they achieved orgasm and
filled my two charge's bellies with tangy African semen.  The two women sat
side by side, and a line formed in front of each of them, perhaps 20 or so
men in each line.  The next hour was spent watching these men thrust long,
dark phalli into the open mouths and throats of the two ladies, repeatedly,
until orgasmic shudders ran through each man's body and they released the
fluids that had been building up in their gonads.  Tess, bless her heart,
seemed most adept at handling even the largest of the men.  Mariana, due to
her age and less experienced technique, had trouble containing the
efflusive discharges sometimes, and the front of her bodice was soon
spotted with trails of semen that had escaped her lips.  Both their faces
were soon strewn with slimy ropes of the seminal offerings, as many of the
men were so overcome with excitement that they began spewing as soon as
they stepped up to the batter's box, and often the first two or three
ejaculatory streams landed on the lips, cheeks and chins of the women
before they could successfully capture the spitting heads and envelope them
within their mouths.  At several points, four or even five of the huge
weapons stood poised over them, all threatening to drown the poor girls.

   I watched in awe, and some pride, as Tess took one large African spear
into her mouth after the other, slick with saliva and sweat, and performed
her womanly duties.  Few men lasted more than a few moments in her heavenly
mouth.  Most times, she buried the shafts as deeply within her throat as
she could when she sensed the climax about to erupt, and her graceful neck
could be seen massaging the penis of the man in front of her as he emptied
the contents of his testicles into her stomach.  She swallowed hungrily
each time and, after a few moments, I caught sight of her slim right hand
burrowed deeply into her loins, deftly massaging the bud of her own
pleasure.  She shook with a climax perhaps every five or seven minutes. 
Rarely, though, did she have to stop the relentless barrage of seminal
fluid.  Finally the lines of men reached an end.  Tess and Mariana still
sat along the side of the trail, whilst all about them large natives
sprawled in the grass in depleted stupor.  The two women had managed to
contain the ejaculations of all.  Of course, their features were festooned
with the spendings of many of them.  I handed Tess a towel to cleanse
herself with.

   After a few moments, Mbuto and I were able to rouse the men up, get them
to re-shoulder their packs, and we were back on the trail.  For the next
several hours, we traversed the gently rolling savannah, between small
clumps of baobab trees and other native flora.  Occasionally we heard or
saw evidence of the beasts around us, but we were a large group and most of
the animals steered well clear of us.  After a while the men in back began
their sing-song walking cadence, their deep booming voices resonating up to
us in front.

   "Ooohla makea laba singh!...Ooohla makea laba singh!"

   Tess turned to me.  "Oh honey, isn't it wonderful, their lovely voices.
I could listen to that all day long.." She truly loved the black men.  In
fact, Tess truly loved nearly all men.  Never before had I met a woman who
so transparently enjoyed the male form in all it's guises.  At a young age,
she'd discovered her own sexuality, and as soon as she realized that her
mind and body gave other people pleasure, she eagerly offered herself to
them.  Their pleasure seemed to only intensify her own.  Blessed with a
trim body, slim but womanly hips, large but not unwieldy breasts, a
seemingly endless vagina, a rectum that has yet to find an invader too
large, her mind is unsullied by any puritanical mores or cultural bigotry,
she viewed her sexual behavior as natural as breathing or eating.  No
sexual act between adults was taboo to her.  While we walked, I thought
back of the events of the previous day and night.
   To Be Continuated in Chapter 6 - Tess Dances the Congo Line 

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