Native Tongues Down South

It's been a long winter and most of our assignments have been pretty mundane to say the least. I was hoping to get another erotic location, but once again it appeared we would actually have to work for a living.

We were headed down to South America again, but this time to cover a group of monks in some hilltop monastery. They don't like visitors, and women are taboo, but the diocese has cut their funding for some reason and our boss made them a very lucrative offer. They would allow my wife and myself, but we were to follow and respect the house rules. Should be a piece of cake...

The first few legs of our journey would take us to a town about a hundred miles from the monastery, and from there we had the option of traversing the mountain on foot and horseback, or taking a helicopter. We obviously opted for the whirlybird and spent the day snooping around the shops while we waited for the pilot to show up.

We were curious if anyone knew of the monks, and one of the shopkeepers motioned us over. He seemed to be very nervous as he described the group in broken English. He told us that they had been up there for many many years and usually kept to themselves. Only a few times a year, would they send someone down for supplies, and often they ended up in his shop. He told us they hardly ever spoke, and were not at all very friendly. He heard rumors that they performed rituals that the head church didn't approve of, and so cut the funding. He was afraid they might do something bad to the town people in order to get supplies.

We asked what kind of things they usually bought, so we could bring something they would approve of. After partaking in a questionable dinner, we loaded the chopper with as much stuff as we could and ascended up the big hill. The pilot landed several hundred yards away from the huge castle like building, and quickly unloaded the boxes. He handed us a yellow flag on a stick and told us he would fly by once a week at about this time. If he saw the flag, he would stop to pick us up, if not, we would have to wait until the next week. He didn't even wave as he pulled away, leaving us standing there with a dozen crates and bags. I would have thought all the noise would attract the attention of these guys, but the place looked deserted. That is, until the copter disappeared from sight.

"Welcome to our home." one of the four men said as they loaded our belongings onto a wooden cart. No smile, no handshake, in fact, no real eye contact. We followed them through the gates, up the steps, and into the cold stone house.

"I don't feel so good." my wife whispered as we stood in the immense hall. She did look a bit pale. "I think it was the food in town."

"Follow me." was all the young monk said as he climbed the stairs to the next floor. "This will be your room. You may rest, we will receive you in a short time." He shut the door and suddenly it was quiet. The only light was coming in through a small window, and it looked almost like a jail cell. I tried the window, and it opened easily. I tried the door, and it too opened effortlessly. My mind was now at ease, but my wife was already laying down, sweating profusely.

A soft knock on the door was heard a split second before it opened, and a young man announced our reception. I told him my wife wasn't feeling well, and we might have to wait until tomorrow for the formal introductions. He took a step into the room to look at my wife, then quickly disappeared. In a moment he was back with another monk and a bowl of water. They began to dab her forehead with the cool water.

"She has a bad fever, she must be cooled down quickly." one of them said to me. I rushed over and unbuttoned her blouse, peeling it back to expose her lace bra. They both reddened for an instant, but continued to use the wet cloths on her body, in an effort to cool her down.

"We will be back in thirty minutes to see how she is doing." They seemed to have a difficult time walking as they exited the room, but not before giving her a pill.

"How are you doing?" I asked as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"I'm still burning up!" she said softly. I unhooked her bra and slid it from her body, then removed her pants and covered her with a cool sheet. I was pretty beat myself, so I crawled onto the small sofa to rest. I know it wasn't ten minutes before the two men slowly pushed the door open. I had a feeling they had never seen a woman up close before, and this one was hot...literally.

The bad boy in me decided to pretend I was asleep, and I watched them from the corner of my eye. They pulled the cloths from the bowl, and slowly pulled the sheet down. Their eyes were the size of melons when they saw her melons, but acted as if this were an every day occurrence. They looked over at me to see if I was still asleep, and proceeded to sponge my wife down, making sure they paid special attention to her ripe tits and hard nipples. They were sure to cover every inch of exposed skin, but dared not to travel beyond her panties. After cooling her down, they pulled the sheet back up and roused her to give her more medication. They left quickly and quietly, but somehow I knew they would return.

I was up the instant the door closed, and pulled the sheet back. I gently sucked on her hot nipples, causing her to coo softly, then I slid her panties off and parted her legs as wide as the small bed would allow. Pulling the sheet back up, I retreated to my uncomfortable little sofa and waited. My wait wouldn't be long as the door creaked open once again.

Their gasps were loud and clear as the sheet was pulled down to her ankles and her clean shaven pussy lips could easily be seen. The two men stood there in shock as they gazed first at her naked body, then quickly in my direction. They were put at ease as I was snoring lightly. I watched them work as they fondled my wife delicately, enjoying the new diversion. I think I could actually hear my wife moan as they "cooled" her pussy down. They were standing at her waist on either side of the bed, so I got a good view of both her tits and her pussy getting attention.

This went on for a few minutes, then suddenly one of the men stiffened and froze. Apparently he was standing next to my wife's right hand, when it took on a life of its own and went exploring. It found the opening of his robe, and the organ hiding underneath it. He obviously didn't know what was in store for him as he pulled away, and straighten out his robe. They left abruptly, but not before popping another pill into her mouth.

This routine was repeated several more times, but then I heard one of them speak.

"Try putting it in her mouth." he said quietly to his friend. I watched as they carefully maneuvered her limp body towards the edge of the bed, but then my view was obscured as they stood on each side of her pillow. I was beginning to wonder if anything would happen, then, in an instant, one of the men threw his head back as he held onto the bedpost. I could hear the soft slurping sound, and knew he was enjoying my wife's talented tongue. He came quickly, and by the sounds of my wife's stifled choking, he came hard. It was probably the first time for him. My wife must have quickly turned her attention to the other monk, as he was now moaning. The first monk moved away to gather his rags, giving me a great view of my wife sucking a thick cock. He too, came quickly, and in buckets. After slipping her yet another pill, they scurried out of the room.

I wanted her so badly, but knew they could return at any time and so I would have to wait. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I looked down at her. With a weak smile, she said she was thirsty. How ironic, after she just drank a half a cup of cum. I poured her a glass of water from the pitcher, and as she sat up to drink it, she handed me something.

"Here, throw these away." she said as she deposited the tranquilizers they had given her into my hand.

"You mean you didn't swallow them?" I asked incredulously.

"You saw the only thing I swallowed." she said with a wicked grin. "I knew what they were from the onset, and wasn't about to miss all the fun!"

The next morning came all too quickly, and my wife was feeling a bit better. After getting dressed, we headed down stairs to meet our hosts. One monk motioned us to a table, and we sat in silence. Not a word was spoken throughout breakfast, and when all was done, they disappeared through various doors. Another monk motioned us to follow him, as he led us through a maze of corridors, stopping before a large oak door. He opened it for us, but rather than follow us in, he shut it as soon as we had entered.

"Good morning, I hope you slept well." The elder monk emerged from the shadows as he spoke. "I hope you are feeling better today." he said towards my wife.

"Yes I am, thank you." she responded. "Your men were very kind to me."

"I understand you were equally kind." he said without emotion. My wife looked at me with that deer in the headlight look. "But that is OK. You see, we have a different philosophy here. Perhaps that is why the priest fellowship disapproves of us. They treat us like outcasts, but we will show them!" He spoke softly, but insanely. "The two men who came to your room last night, they will not be banished, but they will be punished."

"But I think it was my fault." my wife said meekly.

"No, the men in this house think from their own minds, however, nothing is done without my permission, supervision, or instruction. They failed in that respect, so they must be punished." he sat down behind a huge ornate desk as he looked at us. The room was dark but for a few candles on his desk. "We do not normally accept men under the age of thirty into our order, but we had to replace some of the men who died with age, and took a chance on this latest group. They range from twenty to twenty six years of age. The two in your room were the youngest, one of which just turned twenty."

"What will you do with them?" I asked.

"Probably castration. That should teach the others."

"Oh my god! Isn't that a little extreme?"

"For your society maybe, but up here it is our way. There are forty seven of us living here, and with the exception of two, we are all celibate. Temptation is something we try to control."

"But there must be some other way of dealing with this!"

"Perhaps...I will ponder the situation while you write your story. Either way, this will be handled tonight." He turned and disappeared back into the shadows. As I reached for the door, it was opened from the outside by the monk who led us here. As we retraced our footsteps back to our room, he informed us that we may explore the monastery at our leisure. We could go into any room that wasn't locked, but we couldn't leave the grounds.

After retrieving our cameras and recorders, we set off, wandering aimlessly down the halls. It was easy to get lost, but after a while, we were familiar enough to be able to get to several key areas within minutes. Many of the doors were locked, but we ended up with enough material for a descent story.

By mid afternoon, we headed back to our room, to rest and prepare for dinner. As we set our equipment down, my wife noticed something that was left on the small table in the corner. Upon further inspection, we saw that it was a pair of monk's robes and a note.

"It says we are to wear these for dinner, and we may bathe in the chamber behind the green door." my wife read aloud.

"Okay, so what do we wear underneath these things?" I asked.

"Well, if last night was any indication, nothing." my wife smiled back.

Under any other circumstances, the bathing room would have been a very erotic fuck room, but somehow, we couldn't bring ourselves to mess around in there. My wife was the first one done, and so she slipped a robe over her head. It was so big, it made her look like Dopey from Snow White and seven dwarves. We laughed hysterically, and then she tried the other robe. It must have been for a child, as it was shorter and tighter. She has a way of making a burlap sack look sexy, and I had to wear my boxers to keep my cock from pointing out.

Following her back to our room, I could see the delicate roundness of her sweet ass through the thin, soft material. When we got inside our room, she turned and noticed the effect she was having on me, and gave my cock a squeeze.

"Ooh, looks like I'll be sucking cock tonight!" she said with a wink.

"And I hope your thirsty!" I said back to her as I knew my balls were filled to the brim.

"You know I could drink cum all night long!" she quipped with a devilish smile. I couldn't wait till dinner was over.

We knew where the dining hall was, and found ourselves seated near the head of the long table.

"Do you remember what happened every time we sat down at a long table?" my wife whispered as she gripped my knee. I didn't answer, but I did remember.

The dinner was nothing to write home about, and we were happy to see the two young men were seated further down the table, enjoying their meal with the rest of us. But when we were all done, they were escorted out of the room. They would probably be confined until after we left. The remaining monks chanted something in Latin, and all rose at the same time. We formed a single line and shuffled through a side door into an adjoining room. We were the last in, but were led to the center of the huge room. There was an enormous candle burning, and three stone tables radiating outwards around it. On two of the tables, the two young men were tied, spread eagle and naked.

"Tonight, these two will be punished for the acts they have committed." the elder monk decreed. Beside him was another monk holding a pillow on which a wicked looking dagger lay. My wife wanted to scream out, but held her tongue, as the monk continued. "Normally we would castrate the offenders and be done with it, however, because our guests seemed to be appalled at the idea, I tried to come up with an alternative plan. It would still be a sacrificial ritual, but there would be no blood shed, if you approve." he said towards my wife.

"Yes! Anything as long as you don't hurt these two young men!" my wife said eagerly.

"So be it. You must realize that I don't feel it's right that these two should be treated any better than the others.What they have done is a crime only because they experienced something that could not be experienced by all. And for obvious reasons, we cannot allow women visitors up here, as it would corrupt the men. But tonight, you will help us understand what it is that held their fascination."

My wife and I looked at each other, puzzled as to what he meant, but before we could speak, two large monks escorted my wife to the third table, and effortlessly picked her up and sat her down on the cold slab.

"In order to save these two men, you will show each and every other monk what it was that you did. You will not stop until each man is "educated", even if it takes all night. The two criminals will remain tied, and must watch."

There was a hint of fear in her eyes, but her nipples pushed firmly against the brown material.

"You can still change your mind, if you so desire." he said as he stood only inches from her.

"No, I think I can do this." As the words left her mouth, the monk was already untying the sash that held her robe together. Pushing it off her shoulders, the crowd gasped at her beautiful body. Even the elder monk was stunned, and we stood there for what seemed like an eternity before my wife spoke.

"Well, who is first?" Nobody moved so wifey took it upon herself to get the ball rolling. "I guess it would be fitting if you were first." she said to the elder as she dropped to her knees before him.

She slowly untied his robe, letting it fall open, revealing a thick uncut cock. Leaning in, she planted a kiss on the head and proceeded to plant kiss down the shaft to his hefty balls. He seemed hesitant about the whole thing until she licked her lips and slid them over his expanding head. He quickly understood what the other two had found, as she bobbed her head up and down his now fully erect shaft. Within a minute his knees trembled as he unloaded decades of pent up frustrations into my wife's warm mouth. The last few spurts she scooped up from her breasts and sucked from her fingers as she stood.

"Wow! you give great head!" was all he could say. The words coming from a monk took me by surprise, but the men were now starting to line up, with robes untied, or removed completely.

Over the next few hours she sucked on cocks while sitting in a chair, while they were laying on the table, and while she was laying on the table. She tried several positions as she sucked and swallowed a lot of warm, sticky cum. At one point, while she was laying on her back, with her head hanging off the end, she somehow felt the presence of someone examining her pussy. All she could see was a pair of balls slapping her forehead as the monk pistoned in and out of her mouth, but instinctively reached out with her feet and clamped them onto the head of a curious monk at the other end of the table. She drew her legs up, bringing his face to her crotch, where he tasted his first pussy. Apparently he enjoyed it as he stayed when she removed her grip. She spread her legs so far apart that her knees were straddling the side of the cold slab as the monk licked her feverishly. Her moans of delight vibrated around the cock in her mouth, and quickly set him off. The sights and sounds were too much for the next monk in line, as he proceeded to shoot his load all over her face about the same time the cock in her mouth erupted.

Soon it was a melee, with men gathered around, covering her face, bukkake style with load after load of sticky cum. She tried valiantly to swallow as much as she could, but it was hard to keep up with all the men. She tried in vain to push the goo into her mouth, but every time she parted her lips, another cock was thrust between them.

"Stop!" the elder shouted. "Give her a moment!" Someone from the crowd handed her a spoon, which she put to use immediately, scooping up cum from her body and eating it as if it were ice cream. Soon she had most of it cleaned up, with the help of one the monks who scooped up what she missed and fed it to her.

By my calculations, she downed about a quart, if not more, but these men appeared to be far from done.

"My jaws are getting a bit sore, do you mind if I use other methods?" she asked of the elder.

"You show us what you want done." he responded. The next monk in line was a heavy set man who looked to be about forty. She told him to lay on his back on the slab, which he did. She gasped as she spread his robe apart, revealing the largest cock so far. Even though it was erect, it lay against his belly, throbbing just slightly. Her mouth watered as she slobbered over it, covering it with saliva, but she was careful not to go too far. She then climbed up onto the slab and straddled his rotund waist, reaching back to guide his thick meat towards her neglected pussy. As she lined the head up with her opening, she slowly slid down his belly, until he filled her completely. She was in a state of orgasm the entire time as she slid up and down the length of his pole. With a mighty grunt, he filled her pussy to the point of overflow, and some of the monks actually cheered. She slid off, stopping to lick his cock clean, then looked toward me with a smile.

She took more than a dozen men in her pussy, and now it too was getting a little sore.

"I think I need a break!" she said as she wiped the glistening sweat from her body.

"The deal was you were to take care of all the men at one time. There are still twelve men left." the elder monk said. "But you can still quit, if you wish."

"No, I owe it to those two men." she said looking at the two still tied to the table, their erections painfully obvious. "Do you have any lubricant?" The monk looked confused. "Like cooking oil, or something?" He snapped his fingers, and another monk ran off through a side door, returning in an instant with a wooden cup. She dipped two fingers in the liquid and rubbed them together. "Perfect!" she said, as she climbed back up onto the slab. She had several robes covering the stone, making it a bit more tolerable. She started out on all fours, but then she laid her head down so she could reach between her legs with both hands, leaving her butt pointing skyward.