carefully washed member. But this did not interest anyone - everyone was watching how it ended up with Jessica Nsel.

My sister climbed back on the bench, lay down on her stomach, and relaxed, waiting for Kdila.

He did not keep himself waiting. At first, he excelled with a variety of frictions, but, realizing that Jessica was “already enough”, he lowered him into the womb full of sperm partners with almost no sound.

Henry thought that Jessica would be taken away to be washed, but the priestesses caught her sister in her arms and moved her to a room with an “Arab” bed, and a light dinner was brought to the men. The young man, the only one with a preserved erection, felt uncomfortable. "White-haired girl" noticed this. Henry led her by the hand to the empty box, like Jessica laid on her stomach - the high native woman did not need a foot bench. The young man appreciated it, carefully penetrated deeply with pleasure. As if retired with the help of his faithful member. He did not want to listen to the conversation of the leaders, in which he could not take part. Because carefully and confidently brought the priestess to orgasm, she did not moan, but rumbled with pleasure. And only then he allowed himself to pour into it all gratitude for the spectacle.

The priestesses unexpectedly took part in the conversation of the leaders. Seven girls dressed in white temple tunics were here. As before, only Lbutu was absent. Henry did not understand the essence of the conversation, he was surprised that calm priests of the chiefs, priestesses, answered most often nervously.

Kdila noticed his reaction and, without waiting for the question, explained:

- We are discussing pay for the dead, and the girls are representatives of childbirth, in almost every clan someone was killed.

Henry didn’t keep the exclamation that this was happening so casually, to which Kdila shrugged:

- What can you do? War. That is the custom. We can not afford blood feud.

The “plump pubis” wrote something down on a piece of paper with a pencil, the trays with the remnants of food were carried out, and Vfuku returned to the hall. In her hands she had a red box, smoothness resembling a thermos. She commanded something to the leaders. Those looked at each other, but silently lined up in a line. The priestesses broke up into pairs, knelt down. Only "Plump Pubis" lingered around Henry, not daring to put a pencil and a piece of paper, and spit in his hands, while the girls began the second round with a blowjob: two mouths for each member. The sky in the window openings of the temple darkened, but Henry could still distinguish. "Little White" and "Sosa" sucked Ohora, "Nearsighted chest" and "Sponges O" - Kdile, "Two balls" and "Bangs" - Nsele. Vfuku pressed a thermos box to her chest, looked at the orgy and whispered a prayer.

Hearing a certain command in prayer, the men turned their faces to the wall and put their hands on her in a half-bow. One of each pair of priestesses continued blowjob, and the second began to caress the tongue of her man's ass.

“Kanlang,” the plump pubis whispered.

Vfuku heard the girl, examined both loafing orgy participants and said something sternly. “Lobok” immediately fell to her knees with her back to the wall, pulled Henry to her, took the dick in her mouth. The young man gave up her fervor, but didn’t rest his hands on the wall, as the leaders did, but continued to spy on the high priestess, trying not to drown in the sweet captivity of Lobka’s lips finally.

Vfuku knelt behind Kdila next to the “Bangs”, took two fingers out of the cherished thermos bottle that looked like an orange slice, and deftly drove the fruit of the canlang into the anus to the main hunter-fisherman. She held her finger inside and contentedly shifted to Ochora. Henry saw that in the “thermos” of Vfuku, the fruits of the canlang were thickly poured with oil.At this moment, Chubby Pubis achieved effect, and Henry suddenly lost interest in the secrets of the Temple of the Goddess of Fertility and Sophie's research intrigues.

When Henry's turn came, insidious Vfuku played enough with her tongue between the young man’s buttocks, pulled out while Loboc tried her lips in front. But ... here the fruit of the canlang burst inside Henry and ... and ... and ... next burst the second. The young man nearly had his legs buckled under the effect that spread from his knees to his stomach and ... above, which he had never had before. Heart pounded.

“Here is a bitch,” thought the “envoy of the Moon” bitterly and barely restrained himself so as not to lower Lubka in her mouth. I pushed off the wall, turned around. Ohora was clamped by the priestesses on Jessica’s bed, the bed was too narrow, and the three of them could only fit on the side. Nsela depicted a Roman patrician with his two partners in the same pose on Henry's bed. Kdila and the other priestesses could not be seen. But all four girls and both leaders did not take their eyes off the doorway into the room with the "Arab" bed.

In the look of "Lubka", which was still kneeling in front of him, Henry read the insult and prayer. He swayed and fell on the priestess, trying to land his elbows on the floor, and not on the supple soft body of the girl. Her legs were between his legs, her thighs wrapped around her, her hands pressed Henry to her magnificent chest, even if not as bulky as that of the “Nearsighted” priestess. Henry exhaled and ... penetrated. Lobok squirmed and screamed from his frenzy, but the young man did not stop and improvise. "The Messenger of the Moon" was in a hurry.

And he had just in time for Kdila, swaying, emerged from the bedroom. Henry stood up to meet him, but Nsela was ahead of him. The three of them squeezed through the doorway: Nsela and Henry, and Kdila from there. The natives giggled.

Sleepy Jessica waited for the next leader, before spreading her bent legs. According to Henry, she glanced as indifferently as she licked joyfully at the sight of the fat member of the priest. Henry walked into Vfuku’s room, she sat on her narrow cot, legs up. The high priestess was reading a book by the light of an oil lamp. Directly, “Turgenev's girl,” Henry glanced over the shelves, on which the cherished box with the kanang was somewhere lurking, but could not find it, so he decidedly went out into the yard.

Thousands of stars shone in the pool. The cicadas cracked so that it seemed that the curtains in the galleries of the priestesses swayed with noise.

"Myopic Chest", then "Sponge O" - Henry figured out which of the priestesses was not in the Temple, and at the same time made a plan for the night. He suddenly wanted to quickly reset the cannang along with the sperm that this fruit generated with such intensity. He wanted to check, suddenly you can run away from unconsciousness? When he broke into the cell of the “Nearsighted Chest,” it seemed to him that he was about to pounce and rape a priestess - someone else's wife. But after it “Sponges O” flew in, both priestesses threw the young man onto the bed and almost fought for the right to be the first to take his cock in her mouth. Won Myopic Chest. The angry "Sponge O" looked like Henry gently grabbed the more successful partner by the nipples, and firmly saddled his head, exposing his lips to the clitoris.

**

Henry woke up because Sosa was lying on his thigh. The priestess slept with his cock in her mouth. Before freeing himself, the young man looked around. The gallery was the very one where Chest and Sponges O had raped him at night. With whom exactly of the priestesses did he make love afterwards, the Messenger of the Goddess of Fertility did not remember. And is not afraid to bite in a dream !? - belated first thought returned Henry to reality. He went outside and listened to his own feelings. There was no painful heaviness in the loins, only a member who was busy during the night buzzed. From the double portion of the canlang, there was a slight languor in the lower abdomen. It is probably the woman who feels after orgasm, the young man decided and dived into the pool. Water overnight decently cooled, it seems, the season has changed.

From the Temple pulled food. There was nothing to rub off. To scour the cells of the priestesses meant to run into rape again, because Henry, as he was in the streams of water flowing from the body, went to the Temple.

There was no one in Vfuku’s room or on the “Arabic” bed. Sleepy leaders sat with their legs dangling, Ohora and Kdila next to them, Nsela opposite, and Jessica knelt and did a morning blow to the High Priest of the Temple of the Four Elements.

They have funny religious beliefs, Henry thought. Or faith? With this thought, he sat down next to Nsel. He avoided looking at his lips and dick, instead he admired his sister. Here are her disheveled curls, here are the tender defenseless shoulders, one of which she so funny bared before falling overboard. Small breasts slightly swaying in tact with cocksucking. Nipples excitedly stick out. Jessica had sex all night with three men, but she was not enough. Henry watched the vein of the collarbone pulsate, on the throat ... The little sister swallowed, with her lips she held only the head of Nsela's penis.

We must return, while Vfuku is not in her room and find the canlang - Henry thought and did not move.

Jessica wiped her mouth, unrecognizable eyes slipped on his brother's face, saw the member and, not rising from her knees, crawled to him. Henry tried to resist incest, but the thought under the weight of the canlang, as usual, was late. His dick stood confidently when Henry found the strength to break free from his sister’s captivity. Jessica indifferently broke off, and when he turned around from the threshold, her sister already sucked Kdile.

Henry climbed out through the front entrance and looked around at the empty "Square 69". His member spear pointed at the village, from where he appealed invitingly and teased the smell of coffee ... Henry took a step down, but for some reason he saw the sky above him ...

From the author. Cold. Muses dressed in warm pants and jackets, it became uninteresting to wander the streets in search of images. Inspiration goes away. Therefore, I apologize to readers who are habitually waiting for the next chapter in a week. Apparently, the ending will take me more time. For now I will try to hire the Muse ...
Yours sincerely, “Old Player”.