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"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.

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Keywords: Native, South, Tongues, Down,