“What on earth are you doing here?” he asks.
When we are all too shocked to answer, he pulls off his mask to reveal his face. Yeah, this guy is definitely not a native of the Amazon. He’s got a big bushy beard of light brown hair streaked with gray at his mustache.
Beside me, Dr. Goodman takes a step forward. He is the first to speak.
“Dr. Longwood, I presume?”
A broad white grin appears in the midst of his beard.
“Right you are!” he says cheerfully, “Although it’s been a long time since I went by that name.”
Now it’s the natives turn to be curious. Hushed murmurs run through the gathered crowd of men and women clustered around the perimeter of the temple room.
“I’m Dr. Goodman. This is my colleague Dr. LaCroix. The girls are our research assistants.”
Dr. Longwood nods.
“Ah yes, I’m quite familiar with both of your work. Well, at least I was before I chose to leave the so-called civilized world behind. In particular, I recall your dissertation on the hair-loss reversing properties of the putsi flower of Vanuatu. Groundbreaking stuff.”
Dr. Goodman nods and holds up his tied hands.
“I appreciate that, Dr. Longwood, I really do. But if you don’t mind, I’d prefer if we could carry on this discussion without being tied up. The girls are obviously pretty shaken up.”
Dr. Longwood’s bushy eyebrows come together in a look of concern, and he strokes his long beard thoughtfully.
“Yes, yes, of course. Do forgive me. I’ll see what I can do about that.”
The professor lowers his tribal mask back into place and says something in the language of the natives. My heart thumps with excitement at the thought of being freed from our bondage.
However, the natives do not come forward and cut away the rough, primitive ropes binding our wrists as expected.
Instead they start chanting something that sounds like “oo-goo” over and over. It starts quietly at first, but soon all of the natives join in, until their voices are loud and insistent as they all rock back and forth on their feet.
“Oo-goo! Oo-goo! Oo-goo!”
Oh boy. I don’t know what oo-goo means, but it sure doesn’t sound good.
Dr. Longwood just shakes his head in exasperation.
“Oh brother,” he groans.
“What are they saying?” Dr. LaCroix asks with a note of concern in her voice.
Dr. Longwood gestures with his hands, and the natives finally become silent, although they are still clearly on edge, some of them still rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the chant. They obviously want their oo-goo, and they want it now.
“Yeah, about that,” Dr. Longwood says. “They are demanding the ritual of Oo-goo. It’s a, um…a fertility ritual I guess you could say.”
“Fertility ritual?” Dr. LaCroix asks. “What does it involve?”
Dr. Longwood nods his masked face.
“The idea is that the ritual will bring a time of great abundance to the people of the village. A good harvest and successful hunting.”
“But that’s not what I asked,” Dr. LaCroix presses him. “What does the ritual involve? What do we have to do?”
Dr. Longwood expels a heavy sigh and his shoulders sag. He pushes his mask back onto his head again.
“Mating,” he says. “It involves public mating.”
“Mating?” Dr. Goodman barks, “Now see here, if anyone so much as touches a hair on the girls’ heads, there will be hell to pay.”
Dr. Longwood raises his hands palms out in a placating gesture.
“No no no,” he says. “Nothing like that. They think the girls are your daughters. And they think Dr. LaCroix is your wife. They say she must be a very fertile woman to bear so many beautiful daughters for you, and they want to observe how you mate.”
Dr. LaCroix gasps and brings her bound hands up to her mouth. Dr. Goodman hardens his face and shakes his head emphatically.
“Out of the question,” Dr. Goodman growls. “Marie is a married woman, and I’m good friends with her husband as well. I’m absolutely not going to mate with her in front of these natives or anywhere else for that matter. Now you tell them—“
But the crowd is starting to get impatient and Dr. Goodman’s stern words are drowned out by the rising sound of the chanting again.
“Oo-goo! Oo-goo! Oo-goo!”
Dr. Longwood puts his mask back on and gestures to the tribe again, shouting something to calm them down. Once more they get quiet, but they are even more agitated than before, and many of the men are clutching their spears in an aggressive way.
“I’m sorry,” Dr. Longwood says, pulling his mask back again. “But the tribe is very very insistent about this.”
“Can’t you just tell them no?” Dr. Goodman asks. “It appears that you have become their chief or something.”
Dr. Longwood shrugs.
“I only have so much power. And when the tribe wants their oo-goo, there’s not much I can do about it. They really like to watch, I’m afraid.
I can see Dr. Goodman starting to get angry, but Dr. LaCroix steps forward.
“It’s okay Tanner,” she says. “Let’s just get it over with so that they will let us go.”
Dr. Goodman is taken aback. He shakes his head stubbornly.
“Marie, there’s got to be some other way. You don’t have to—“
She places her tied up hands on his bare arm, and I feel an odd twinge of jealousy that is totally inappropriate for a time like this.
“LIsten, Tanner,” she tells him, tilting her head toward me and the other research assistants. “If we don’t do this, we are putting the girl’s lives at risk.”
Dr. Goodman nods seriously, seeming to realize that even a guy like him won’t be able to take on a whole tribe, especially with his hands tied together.
“Good!” Dr. Longwood says with a sigh of relief.
Some of the natives lead Dr. Goodman and Dr. Lacroix to the circular platform in the middle of the room. They offer Dr. Goodman a wooden bowl containing some kind of pink milky fluid that looks like Pepto-Bismol. At first he shakes his head, but when they insist, he drinks the contents.
“Tastes like bananas,” he grunts. Then realization spreads across his face. “Wait, this must be what we were looking for! This is the juice of the pink banana!”
“Quite right,” Dr. Longwood says, returning to his throne. “And a rather large dose at that. I recommend you and the woman get started with your performance, because in a matter of moments you are going to be experiencing an intense need for release. And I do mean intense.”
Release? It takes me a minute to understand what he’s talking about.
The two professors step reluctantly toward each other, and I notice Dr. LaCroix’s fingers fidgeting with her wedding band as she frowns.
This is so wrong. I can’t let this poor woman be forced to cheat on her husband like this. I have to do something.
“Wait!” I blurt out, “I’ll do it!”
Everyone freezes and turns toward me. The other research assistants are looking at me in disbelief. A murmur rolls through the crowd of natives, and some of the men gesture with their arms as if to say ‘no.’ They say something in their language to Dr. Longwood, who translates.
“Like I said before, they assumed that you are his daughter,” he explains. “They think he’s your daddy. That’s a major taboo.”
Yeah no kidding. It’s a big taboo in our culture too. But Dr. Goodman isn’t my daddy. At least not in the way that he means.
“Well tell them we’re not related,” I demand angrily.
Dr. Longwood says a few words to the crowd of natives, and they all nod and sigh with understanding.
“Amber,” Dr. LaCroix says to me. “You know you don’t have to do this.”
“I know,” I reassure her, “But I really want to.”
Her eyes grow round with surprise, and I hear the other research assistant girls gasp behin
d me.
“I mean, you know, just for the sake of getting us out of this situation,” I add.
A native man in a mask who seems to be high-ranking comes toward me. I squeal as he draws out a stone knife.
“Don’t you dare harm her!” Dr. Goodman roars.
He rolls his powerful shoulders, shaking off his captors like an angry bull. He strides forward, determined to protect me, even with his hands bound. But Dr. Longwood raises a hand to stop him.
“Please,” Dr. Longwood says. “They mean her no harm.”
And he’s right. The man with the sharp stone knife simply slits the crude ropes binding my hands. I rub my raw wrists, relishing the feeling of being free. For the briefest instant, I consider attempting to steal the knife from him and using it to free Dr. Goodman.
But I think twice. I doubt I can move that fast, and I certainly don’t want my other companions getting hurt because of my antics.
And yeah, there may be one or two other reasons why I don’t try to escape.
The native man gestures at my tank top and says something that I of course cannot understand. Dr. Longwood translates again.
“He wants you to take off your shirt.”
“Now just a minute!” Dr. Goodman growls.
But now it’s my turn to calm him down.
“It’s okay,” I reassure him. “I’ll do it.”
I curl my fingers under the hem of my tight shirt and pull it off over my head in one swipe, shaking my hair free. I’m not wearing any bra underneath, and my bare breasts jiggle free. Of course I’m a little embarrassed to be showing my boobs to everyone in the temple. But the most embarrassing part is how stiff my nipples are right now.
There’s no hiding the fact that my body wants Dr. Goodman’s oo-goo more than anyone else in the place.
The native men nod and murmur in approval. Apparently my boobs have passed the test. But I don’t care about their opinion. The real thrill is seeing the hunger in Dr. Goodman’s eyes as he stares at my naked chest.
What’s even more impressive is the way that his cock suddenly strains against the fabric of his khaki safari shorts. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he had a can of Pringles stashed down there.
But my excitement immediately turns to concern as Dr. Goodman grunts with pain.
“It’s the pink banana juice!” Dr. Longwood exclaims. “It’s already taking hold. Quick you need to help him, young lady. His arousal is so great that it’s causing him pain, and it’s only going to get worse unless you help him release.”
“I’m ready,” I say with determination.
The natives lead us both to the raised platform in the middle of the room so that we are kneeling facing each other.
“I’m sorry about this, Amber,” Dr. Goodman grunts as sweat rolls down his temples and neck.
I lean forward and press my palms against his chest. I can feel his heart thumping hard behind his breast bone.
“You don’t need to apologize, Dr. Goodman,” I tell him. “Now let’s, um…relieve some of that tension.”
Since his hands are still tied up, I’m going to need to do this on my own. I’m totally inexperienced, and I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve sure fantasized about it enough that I feel like I already have some practice.
My hands drift from his heaving chest down his chiseled abs until I reach his belt. My fingers work quickly, slipping the tongue out of the belt buckle. I unfasten the button of his shorts and pull down his zipper.
What happens next makes me squeal with surprise.
Apparently Dr. Goodman is going commando. His massive erection comes swinging out, flicking a few drops of sticky precum onto my belly. The whole crowd gasps in unison, and off to the side I hear the sound of a body slumping to the ground. When I glance over, I see that Phoebe has fainted.
Now, I’ve never seen a grown man’s penis in real life before, but even I know that the angry red erection bobbing in front of me and drooling precum is extraordinarily big. The long, thick shaft has a slight upward curve to it, and it’s lined with plump veins that pulse with Dr. Goodman’s heart beat. The head is round and pink, with a slight sheen of moisture.
Another grunt of agony from Dr. Goodman snaps me out of my daze and reminds me that I’ve got a job to do.
He groans with pleasure as I curl my fingers around him and start to stroke his hot flesh. It feels freaking incredible, both hard and soft at the same time, like a hot stone wrapped in velvet.
“Does that feel good?” I ask as I start to jerk his dick more vigorously.
Dr. Goodman nods but he winces a little.
“Yes, Amber…really good…but…” His voice is raspy, like he’s struggling to speak. “But…chafing…needs…moisture.”
Oh my, I certainly don’t want to chafe Dr. Goodman’s aching cock. Well, it looks like we’ll need to take a different approach.
“Okay,” I tell him. “I’m going to use my mouth.”
I get down on all fours in front of him and lower my face until the pink bulb of his cockhead is just inches from my lips. Part of me feels so dirty and ashamed knowing that the research team is looking on, along with an entire native tribe.
But I have to do this. I volunteered for this, and now I’m going to do what needs to be done.
Gripping his throbbing shaft in one hand, I brush the tip of his dick across my bottom lip. More of that clear, sticky precum dribbles out of his slit, and my tongue instinctively darts out to lick it away. The flavor is intense and salty.
Pressing forward, I let his head slip between my lips and enter my mouth. My nipples tingle and my pussy pulses as I realize that his cock is inside me. The tangy flavor of his naked skin sends ripples of excitement all through my body.
I swirl my tongue around his supple cockhead while I suck him deeply between my lips.
“Oh yes,” Dr. Goodman groans above me. “God, that feels good, Amber.”
My cheeks flush once again, but this time it’s not embarrassment but excitement at being praised by Dr. Goodman. I love pleasuring this hot older man, and I want nothing more than to help him relieve his agony all inside my mouth.
His hands, which are still tied up at his wrists, cup the back of my head and guide me forward. His cock slides deeper into my mouth until it fills me up completely. I bob my head up and down, sucking his hard penis with all my might.
My skin tingles with excitement at having his dick inside me like this. His shaft is hard and smooth and hot against my tongue as it pumps in and out of me.
“Oh fuck, Amber,” he whispers so only I can hear. “I had no idea that you had such a talented little mouth.”
His bound hands slide down my back, following the groove of my sweat-slick spine until he reaches my hips. My shorts are pulled tight over my spread butt cheeks, and he runs his fingers into my crack, tickling my butthole and pussy through the fabric. I moan around his thick meat filling my mouth.
“Do you like that?” he groans, “Do you like having your professor’s big dick in your mouth, Amber?”
“Mm-hm!” I whine.
Goodness, he’s really starting to get into this, isn’t he? But hearing him talk dirty to me just makes me want to take him even deeper. I know it’s so wrong and shameful to be doing this with everybody watching, but I just can’t help it.
I’ve buried my secret desire for this sexy older man for two semesters. But now it’s on full display for everyone to see. And you know what? That just makes it even dirtier and more exciting.
While Dr. Goodman continues massaging my sensitive parts through the fabric of my shorts, he starts to rock his hips, driving his massive cock deeper into my mouth until it’s hitting the back of my throat.
I start to gag. My heart thumps with panic as I feel like I might choke on his cock. But I calm myself and relax my throat, letting his dick slide so deep inside me.
“Oh fuck, just like that, Amber,” he purrs. “Shit, I’m about to cum, baby.”
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nbsp; He leans back, cupping my head again, and now he really starts driving into me. More murmurs run through the watching crowd as Dr. Goodman begins roughly fucking my face. He’s using me like a filthy little fuck toy to relieve his aching need, and all I can do his grab his sexy butt and hang on for dear life.
I surrender to him completely, not even trying to resist his hard-core face-fucking. His raw, manly scent envelopes me, making my pussy clench with desire. Meanwhile the raunchiest slurping sounds are coming from my lips as his throbbing pole pumps in and out.
“Oh fuck!” he shouts.
His hard cock pulses as he unloads his thick cream onto my tongue. It is thick and sticky with a salty flavor like nothing I’ve experienced in my life.
And then there’s the quantity.
Even though this is my first time, I know a thing or two about sex. For example, I happen to know that the average volume of semen is between two and five milliliters. So I’m a nerd. Sue me.
The point is, Dr. Goodman’s load is way bigger than that. I don’t know if it’s because of the pink banana juice, or maybe he’s just that much of a super stud, but his load is way bigger than average. It fills my mouth, and I swallow it down as best I can, but it’s too much for me.
At last I have to pull myself off of him, gasping and panting as thick strings of saliva and cum stretch from his dick to my mouth. It drips down my chin and onto my naked breasts. A few more ropes spurt from his dick and stripe my belly and the crotch of my shorts.
Phoebe, who was just starting to recover, sighs and faints again.
Meanwhile, off to one side of the temple, the natives light the flames in one big stone brazier. I notice there are two more, one at each corner of the room, and I wonder what that’s all about.
But right now the only thing I care about is making sure my man is taken care of
“Feel better, Dr. Goodman?” I giggle. “Did that help relieve you?”
A bright grin spreads across his handsome, stubbled face, and he nods.
“Yes, Amber, you—“
But suddenly his sweat-beaded brow furrows again, and he winces as if stabbed by a sudden pain.
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