Warning: The following story is fiction, and the acts depicted in the story should remain fiction. It is intended for the entertainment of mature adults only. Be advised explicit sex is contained within and should not be read by minors.
* * * *
Chapter 7: Discovery
D+3
I have to know! I need to know! I must know! Are these Longton men really as big as Brian says? I need to satisfy my curiosity, and I think up the perfect way to do it.
Brian left me alone in the camp. He left two hours ago, before dawn, with Josh and four other Longtons. They went in search of the satellite.
I wanted to go too. I assumed I could go along at first, until the Longton men reminded me of the proper duty of a Longton woman.
"Debbie train good!" Keviniski spoke as soon as I approached close enough to be recognized in the light of his lantern. "Wake early. Help Brian."
I recognized my mistake right away. Longton women could not go along on missions of adventure. They stayed in camp where they could cook and clean.
"Debbie help Brian ready," I held my anger in check until I got back to the cabin a few minutes later.
"Male chauvinist pig!" I yelled at the stone walls after making certain to close the doors behind me. The satellite was the reason for the mission. I was the foremost expert on Longton society. I, Debbie Kitlras, was the most qualified person to look for the crashed satellite, but none of that mattered here. The only thing that really mattered on the surface of this male chauvinist planet was that I was a female.
I calmed down only when I realized how I could use the time to my advantage. Ever since Brian told me about their size I wondered. Ever since I saw Josh in the dim light of the bedroom, I questioned. 'Are their cocks really as big as Brian says they are?' I kept asking myself. 'Did I really see what I thought I saw under the loincloth? Or was it just my imagination in my heightened state of arousal?'
I have to know! I need to know! I must know! And earlier, lying in bed and sulking over my troubles, I drew up a plan.
"Madam Judith!" I speak when she comes near. "Brian wake Debbie when go find star part," I try to tell her that Brian woke me up when he left to go on his search for the satellite and I couldn't get back to sleep. "Me help not much day before. May Debbie get water today?"
I stand at the entrance to the community kitchen, which is really nothing more than an overhang with a sod roof to keep out the rain. Large clay bowls serve as basins to wash dishes. Shelves hold plates and dishes. A wooden cutting board and several small tables sit to one side, used to prepare meals.
Judith is the head female in the camp. I knew she would be hear early to start breakfast, so this is where I wait for her.
"Debbie kind!" Judith bows. I can tell she likes my offer. "Debbie guest, but may get water if Debbie like."
Water gathering is one of the hardest jobs in the camp. The river is about a quarter mile away, and it will seem a lot longer on the way back with two buckets slung over my shoulders. No one likes to get water, so only the women and young men do it.
"Debbie like!" I bow in return. "Debbie know hard, but must share. Debbie no share day before."
I do not tell her the real reason for my offer. For to gather water, I must go to the river, and it is at the river where the men take their morning swim. I have to know for certain.
Predictably, Judith accepts my request. She fits me with a long pole with buckets hanging from either end, just like the one we saw Gregoros carry upon our first arrival. It already feels heavy with the buckets empty. I know my shoulders will ache by the time I return.
She next draws me a simple diagram in the dirt to explain what path to take. I must fight the temptation to ask which path the males take, and leave almost before she finishes.
I do not expect to find Longton males. I want to, of course, but I know the chances are stacked against me. The village of Nabo is built in the middle of a river bend, on high ground; far enough away to avoid potential floods and close enough to make the water accessible. The river surrounds the village on almost three sides, so there are many places where the men could take a swim.
My plan is to listen for them. I will walk about a hundred yards, just far enough to hide myself from the village, and listen. I will try to figure out which direction they go by the sound of their voices, and then I will try to gather water from somewhere close by. If caught, I will just say that I got lost. It will not be unusual for a stranger to get lost on the complex maze of walking paths that surround a village.
I must leave quickly. I already see a few men get ready. In the short time I talked with Judith, it has grown considerably lighter and I think half the village is awake.
* * * * *
I hear them right away. Longton men love to talk. They can't help but talk all the way to the river. They sound so loud it is no wonder they use traps instead of hunting for their food. I follow them when I start to hear them head away. I attempt to follow on a parallel path.
I still hear them when I fill the buckets at the river, except this time I hear singing. I laugh when I realize one of them sings while taking a bath - I suppose the equivalent of a man on Earth singing in the shower. It must be some kind of common male law of the universe.
Feeling indecent and naughty, I attach the full buckets to the pole but then set it down. I tiptoe between the mighty trees in an attempt to get a peak at them. I sneak up like an animal upon its prey, slowly closing the distance. First I bow down low. Later I crawl on all fours. I fear one of them might see me, but the desire to see a big cock drives me nearer. A hard rock scrapes my knee. The soft soil squeezes up between my fingers. I stay close to the river, but not too close. The white cloth of my vertical swimsuit offers little camouflage. I assume some of them might already be headed back. I don't want anyone to catch a glimpse of me while they walk back on some path I cannot yet see. Up a small knoll I crawl, and then back the opposite side. The trees grow thick close to the river. They hide me well, but they also prevent me from seeing very far ahead. The singing sounds like it comes from just the opposite side of the next clump of trees, yet all I see is the blue of the water occasionally poking its way through the trees. Just then my luck changes. I freeze. Between two trees I see him, in the water, splashing himself. I see a Longton man taking a bath. Unfortunately, his back faces me, but a second later he stands up and I see his bare ass. I see he is naked. Just on the other side of that bare ass must be a huge dick. He starts to turn, but then moves to the side. The trunk of a tree suddenly blocks my view. I look around, trying to see past it, but then another tree blocks my way. I think I might have seen his dick for just a second, but it is hard to tell. I am too far away. Too many trees stand between us. I debate going closer, but it is not much of a debate. The possibility of seeing a 10 or a 12 inch-long prick pulls me in the obvious direction. I cautiously crawl forward.
