White Hair (Cabello Loiro) and the Chief's sons by Aihu Fist part 4
What was I to do against this pure and authentic lust of a chief who was taking his assault on me for granted? My mouth grew sore: I could hear the children laugh in the background in the doorway. Give it to him, dad, I heard Jose and Carlos shout.
The chief and his children were the chosen few who could master a decent Portuguese, there were others too, but they were the most fluent because their dad had been raised in a missionary boarding school in the reservation.
-Come over here, he shouted at his sons.
They came running.
-Play with him here, he pointed at my balls and dick.
The boys didn't hesitate a minute. Jose had my cock in a strong grip, Ricardo was killing my rod by wringing it in both hands and rolling the foreskin fast up and down.
My cock grew in record tempo into a mountain of frozen flesh.
What we do next, dad, Jose asked.
The chief looked back nervously, annoyed he was being disturbed while mouth fucking me.
-I don't know anything. The boys looked at one another in disbelief.
-You suck him, Ricardo ordered his brother.
Jose flung his fat lips over my purplish dick head and started mouthing me real well and dedicated like a pro. But he wasn't that a pro because his teeth went like razorblades over the sensitive helmet. I could not utter a word because of my mouth full of chief meat, but I jolted up and down in my hammock which made the chief only randier. The kid was peeling my dick head that much; I couldn't bare any longer the excruciating pain. In one push up I threw the chief off me and he landed on the earthen floor.
He lay there with his butt hole exposed, his shorts still tight over his knees.
My lips were sore, my jaws were overworked. In revenge I grabbed Jose and pulled him over my body with his arsehole within reach. The little one had not flinched a bit and had not let go of my dick. I spanked him once on his naked buttocks. His knees clenched my sides. His butt hole was so beautiful; I had to look at it a little while before I started moving my head forward to lick it. The chief was speechless and remained on the ground.
-What are you doing? He asked me.
-I am going to butter your son's pervert ass, chief.
-What is buttering?
-Licking, wetting it.
-We never do this; no shaman has taught us to do this. We only learned how to blow the creator of life.
-Yes, I felt that, I said, but your son doesn't know how to do it, he hurt me.
- I see, the chief said. Do you know any more of this buttering and other things like blowing?
-Yes, I replied.
-Then show us, the chief said smilingly and curious as he was he got up real quick and moved closer to his son's butt, which he caressed sweetly.
-Stay calm son, he whispered. This man is going to be your shaman in our village. He will show me and you all how to become a real Safado warrior. Now pay attention, you too Ricardo. Come over here and look what Cabello Loiro is doing with his tongue.
I couldn't believe what I heard; I could never report this in my dissertation. A tribe that is so homosexual that their whole pride and culture revolves around it. Amazing! And they just adopted me as their new imitator.
I touched the ribs of his anus lips real softly as if I were trudging the sanctuary of this virgin boy. It didn't take long before he started rotating his round ass.
-It tickles, he giggled.
-Let go of your inhibition, the chief advised his young son.
-Look, chief, I said. Now the tongue has to be very wet, but the boy hole here has to be extremely wet.
-I know you have a cream somewhere, the boys told me. Is it true?
-Yes, but it is better the natural way. A boy who is doing this for the first time has to feel a little pain for him to understand how precious his initiation is, you hear?
-yes, yes, but he is my son and precious too.
-You want to try it for yourself?
-yes, I like please. How I do this?
-Ok. Wet your finger in your mouth and slowly push his back door open.
-What back door? My son has no door.
-Of course he has, here in front of me.
-That is back door? He laughed and understood the joke. We call it the dark sun of flesh!
-Really?
-Yep, Cabello Loiro.
The finger was soaking wet and prodded his son's dark sun.
-Ooh, that feels so good, my finger gets eaten up and it feels so warm in side.
Jose looked at his dad with the biggest smile I have ever seen on a boy's face, proud and happy.
-Ok, chief, now you move deeper and curl your finger a bit like a tongue can do.
-OK.
His son began to shift from one leg to another, bowed his head deeply and kissed my feet. The kisses turned into licks.
-Good son, you must reward your teacher. I am very proud of you!
-Now, chief, pull out slowly till half way and push itin again and repeat that slowly but with love.
-The boys got his ass whizzing around the finger, pushing his ass nearly over his dad's hand.
-If you like and he is ready for it you can put another finger in it, but always with love.
-The chief beamed at me.
There plunged in a second finger.
The boy flexed his butt muscles and mad a move forward to avoid the stinging intruder.
-That's too fast, chief, pull out your fingers for a bit, I will soothe the pain of your boy.
-How?
-By buttering him?
My tongue made tiny little laps over the tight ridges. His arse was as clean as polished plate. The boys moved backwards and had it all for him. Ricardo stood by with big eyes, copied the movement of my tongue with his doing the rimming over his lips.
Dad looked at him and said:
-On your knees boy, we can practice too.
Ricardo wavered a bit. Was he shier than his brother? The chief didn't have that much patience with him. His hands seized the boy and had his son's shorts rolled down to his ankles.
-On your knees, I said, you must obey your dad.
-Yes. Dad, Ricardo said sheepishly.
Wow, it was a sight to behold. The strong developed butt muscles of this fourteen year old would make a nice desert after I finished rimming his little brother. Dad sank to his knees and looked straight into his son's glory hole.
-Show me your dark sun, real big son, he told him.
Ricardo on his feet standing tall spread his legs and parted his quirky buttocks.
He bed over and dad moved his tongue in too. He lapped like a thirsty dog.
-Ooh dad, this wonderful, Ricardo chirped.
Now his dad was real busy. Everyone was busy till late evening.
My finger found it's way back into Jose's butt and the boy went berserk, squirming, yelping like a puppy, screwing his tight virgin hole on my index.
-look chief I said, now I will come out of the hammock with your boy and show you the next step for your son to turn into a young warrior. If you like you can do the same with Ricardo.
-Good, the chief replied. He went on licking though and occasionally have his eyes set on me.
I put the boy down straddled over my body. I lay on my back on a mat made of palm leaves.
-Blow my gun, boy I told Jose.
He put his lips at it again with a feverish look. When my cock was wet enough I told him to stop.
-Now turn around boy and crouch over my gun with your dark sun.
Now he looked real puzzled and hesitant.
He crouched and while he did I spread his cheeks from below with all my might.
-Sit nicely on my gun, I smiled.
He smiled back and lowered his arsehole just above my moist cum dripping soldier.
I felt he touched it and dragged him down on it.
-Oooh, he whispered, this pain.
-No pain, I told him, it is all in the head. Close your eyes and thin of a nice trip to heaven. Be a butterfly, be light.
The chief stopped licking his boy's arse for a minute, absolutely mesmerized with my handling of his precious Benjamin.
-Oh, you strong powerful life teacher to my son, he quipped.
You too, Ricardo get to sit on me, he told his older son.
Ricardo looked at us and tried to do exactly the same thing, meticulously mimicking his brother.
-Your brother strong apprentice, His dad pointed out.
Ricardo nodded at his dad.
But Ricardo was different meat altogether.
-Are you ready son? His dad asked.
-Yes dad.
-OK than, do it.
Ricardo descended much faster on his dad's pole than his brother did. He plunged over it and went up and down like a piston.
-Oh, good dad, so good.
-You are not tight son, what happened, I get in like nothing!
His son said nothing back.
-Maybe he been buttered before, I suggested his dad.
Is that true son? Tell me the truth!
-No, he stammered.
-Maybe your gun is too small, chief, I said.
-Your gun bigger?
-I think so.
-Then let's change, Cabello Loiro.
I hated to change; I loved this young pussy hole better, so tight and so wet. I was nearly coming, but I guess I had no choice. I lifted the boy from my cock and slapped him on the butt.
Off you go, boy, we do it again some other time.
Ricardo got his ass off his dad's and climbed on my whopping twenty-two centimeter hotheaded poke with the lust for life.
Oh god he was tight, his dad really must have made a terrible banger. His dick was too small but big enough for Jose.
Ricardo caressed my fat balls pulled at my pubic hair and gave me a radiant love smile like when he crouched in front of me the first day and licked his lips when he saw my growing cock in my Lycra outfit.
He whispered so softly so that his father couldn't hear it: you are a whore; everyone will bang you when my father is not here!
That excited me even more so I started pounding his arse with my rocket going into warp mode.
-Mmmph, he uttered.
I wanted him to feel pain for the threat he made. He wouldn't make a movement or a refusal as long as his dad was here around.
-How are you doing, son, the chief asked while banged Jose, who said nothing but sat their as an angel moving his head on his shoulders, swaying from left to right and back and forth over hi s dad's little prick. I t was fat enough though to make his son enjoy the ride.
It seemed that I had nothing to teach their father anymore, he was groaning like a untamed bull. His outbursts of energy made his nostrils flare.
-Take it son, take it.
-Yeeeeesss daaaaad, Jose moaned.
His father grasped his son's torso and flung up his upper knees to his son's rear end and kept him like that, the body shuddered. His son grabbed his father's strong shoulders and scratched them deeply. Jose had lost his cherry by me and ultimately the cherry was consumed by his own dad. They fell lovingly on their sides kissing each other on the lips.
So that they knew?
Ricardo in the mean time had begun pumping his own arse and pinning himself deeper onto my cock. I squeezed his golden nipples and moaned back to him.
-You have just lost your boyhood to me, you will be a man and warrior thanks to me, you will always remember that, you hear. I am not your whore but your master for the next five years to come and anyone of this village younger than you will become a man only though me. Here take it, sweet pupil of mine.
I lunged out to his cock and started sucking it, nibbling at it, hovering the helmet, suffocating his slit with the point of my tongue. He crooned and moaned.
-Yes, more, teacher, more.
-Fuck him real hard, Cabello Loiro, he must be the strongest warrior of the village and one day becomes a chief. So give him all your holy juice.
As he said this, I shot and made him squeal like a pig. I kissed his navel, his tits anything I could grab or pinch within reach. I went wild with passion until my body shifted in the highest gear. I exploded within and reeled on the floor. He grabbed my haunches and rode me steadier pumping his butt wilder, until he felt the juice shooting all the way in.
He too collapsed on me like his bro on his dad. We got entangled and lay there with him for a long time.
Come on sons, chief said, time to go home. And you Cabello Loiro, I want you to come to my hut in tow days from here. You must learn me more and to the other shamans.
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