After completing the measurement, the woman reported the results to the rulers. Noble exchanged a couple of phrases, and the princess turned to Dmitry:

- What is your name, dear guest?

- Dmitry, but you can Dima.

— Randrian Dandmitri, mpanyakavavi announces you as your personal guest and invites you to take a place of honor! - the princess pointed to the pillow between herself and the queen.

- What means Randrian? - whispered Dima translator.

- Noble ...

Dima sat down between his daughter and mother. He was chosen as a personal guest, clearly not according to the measurement results: the tattooed Artem had the right thing, for twenty centimeters for sure. Dmitry could compete with him except that the thickness of the member, slightly bent left-up. And the fact that on the eve of departure I completely exhausted the vegetation around the organ, beat it like a king of six! He tried to keep the genital area in order: first, the girls liked it, and, second, he increased the sensitivity and excitability. The touches of both the upper and lower jaws were felt by smooth skin much stronger.

Satellites did not shine with either aesthetics or body proportions. Plump was about the same age as him, Kolyan and Artyom - in the region of forty or more. Dima looked Apollo on their unpresentable background.

Men were taken to the designated places. Artyom with his impressive instrument was seconded to mature women, Kolyan to girls who were “sentenced” to defloration. On the occasion of the feast, the local mistresses favored white captives. They got plump.

And yet a riot on the ship took place. Tourists were outraged that their faithful would begin to change right before our eyes, Kolyan and Artyom - that Well-Fatted would blow their marriages. All six with hatred looked at Dima. The insurgency was crushed quickly and with purely royal grace. The highest proposal, voiced by the princess, was translated by Dmitry:

- Whoever refuses to take part in a ritual celebration of blood renewal, gets two thousand dollars for every happy woman. White women receive one thousand dollars for respect for our law, if they accept the love of a distinguished guest.

Dima really wanted to joke, add from himself: "And who refuses, will go to the festive table!" However, he restrained himself. The policy of the carrot and stick is good, but the carrot does not lift the spirits.

Objections dried up instantly. True is the proverb that loot triumphs over evil!

The Queen lifted the goblet and spoke. The princess whispered Dima to take her. Half of the coconut, framed in silver, was filled to the brim with fragrant fragrant liquid. It smelled of freshness, exotic fruit and spices.

— MPanyakavavi asks the gods to send down the happiness of conception to the women of the tribe, and dear guests - a powerful masculine power and great pleasure! - the long speech of the mother-queen the princess retold in one sentence.

The drink was non-alcoholic. But acted intoxicating. On Dmitry, a hot wave rolled in desire, the very thing, the absence of which, with a member tense before the ringing, was surprised. Now it’s time to be different. Despite the pressure of sexual energy that the standing organ had torn from the inside with a stake, Dima could not allow himself to look at the chest and the queen's shaved vulva of a queen who was completely hidden by the so-called skirt! Her face - could, the young princess in all details - could, and the majestic mPanyakavavi - not...

There was a gong hit. On the pillows at the table began the movement. Among the moms of the Artyom unit caused a serious stir.Handicap rivals won a beauty with sharp breasts, one that cheekily masturbated, staring at Dima. Artyom was lying head down on a low table, and the beauty rushed on him galloping. Surrounding mothers with envy looked at the lucky girl, as if on command, running her fingers into their thirsty vagina members.

In the camp of virgins embarked on the mystery of defloration. The first girl was identified by the princess herself, pointing the finger at her. She was solemnly placed on a bed, the appearance of which Dmitri missed. The bed, or rather, the chair had the shape of a stylized white member with eggs and a red head. The girl was placed on the armchair with her ass on the convex eggs in such a way that Kolyan, kneeling, precisely aimed at the open shell of an innocent pussy, for two other candidates for defloration spread her legs. The attention of all contenders for the female title was riveted to this exciting event. The first blood was marked by a girlish scream and a thump of an invisible drum. The August persons honored the appearance of a new woman. Andriambavi with a cheer loudly patted. Mpanyakavavi stately nodded and folded her palms twice.

What happened at the far end of the table, where white-skinned tourists were stationed, Dima did not have time to consider. The woman in the red skirt, the one that manipulated the ruler, asked permission to wash Randrians Dimitri his genital rod, and immediately proceeded to the procedure. Sliding of hands with a fragrant gel over a sensitive solid trunk, head, testicles, and the penetration of a finger into the anus almost ended with ejaculation. The eggs overflowed by a seed already rose up, nestled on the basis of the member, but the woman in red was skilled. With a strong jerk, she pulled the scrotum down. Orgasm retreated, and instead Randrians Dimitri tears came out.

Dima really wanted a speedy discharge, however, according to the princess, his release was not expected soon, because the ritual of initiation into women and fertilization of all huva should be completed:

- to you, Randrianu Dimitri, the honorable mission of completing the ritual!

— Huwa? Who is it? - He said, struggling with violent passion. If it is impossible to accomplish what you want right now, so at least to distract from it.

- Free. Those who are invited to the sacrament. We have three ... uh-uh ... castes: Andrianathat is noble, huvaor free and andevaservants But andeva unworthy to participate in the celebration of happy conception from white people, so Randrians Dimitri will not see them today.

- Where are all your men? - Dima asked a question that tormented him from the very beginning. - Husbands, brothers?

- have andeva there are men. These are local men. They are also used by women of higher castes when desire arises. But conception from local malesandeva worse than a curse. Having become pregnant from them, womenhuva automatically become andeva! Of course, their children too.

- Do you have noble and free men?

- Not. If such a boy is born, he is sent to the city. Mpanyakavavi always took care of the healthy gene pool of the tribe. Constant renewal of blood gives strength and beauty to our women.

- Do you have many noble ones? - Dmitry asked.

- Her Majesty mPanyakavavi, me and my two sisters. They have not yet reached the age of initiation.

- And you, oh butndriambavi?

- I'm here. Therefore reached.

Finally, Dmitry seriously realized: “After all, this girl of ideal forms and fabulous beauty, I, should deprive of virginity!” The only question left was the queen. She is not available ... A pity!

Looking at the companions who earnestly carried out the assigned mission, Dmitry was surprised at the miraculous power of the local potion. Artyom, who filled the client with sperm, brought a glass of drink, which he drank and proceeded to appease the next one. The action took place without any softening of the worker ... Read more →