Amazon

I had a meeting with the head of the department of field research upon my return home, and I knew that I would have to answer for the film reel that beat me home. It was foolhardy of me to accept such an assignment, but I was eager to prove myself as a new intern. They sent me to a small village deep in the Amazon.

"They are among the most savage, but no one has reported any harm. I think that you can handle it." The head told me. Of course I accepted.

"Explain these." The director said.

"Well, sir, as you know, I was sent right before spring, and, well, apparently they have a spring festival."

"Festival?" The head challenged. "This looks like an orgy."

"Yes, of course. I mean, it kind of was. In a sense, you see, they worship a god that of whom they believe to be responsible for the coming crops and rain." I said with my chin high.

The director looked suspicious. He took out another photo from his collection and placed it in front of me.

"Well..." I stumbled on my words. "... I was what they called, what we might say, to be unaltered. You see, they practice genital mutilation, upon their 13th birthday, the males, they undergo..."

"I am well aware of their practices." He interrupted, but offered no more than that. His eyes pierced my own.

"Well, as it were, they thought me to be, um, not exactly..." I searched for my words. "A man."

"Are you not?"

"Of course, but well, all who wasn't man was obliged to participate in the ritual, and, because I had not undergone their coming-of-age, I too was obliged."

He remained skeptical

"I was in complete control of the situation. I assure you, that I was participating only to honor their ways, and because of that, our scientific team remains respected by them."

"Control?" He produced another photo.

"Ah, well."

"What is happening there?"

"That is the medicine women. She led the ritual and..."

"Shoved your head down onto that man's cock."

"Yes." My eyes shot wide. "No!"

"No? Is that you?"

"Yes." I sighed.

"And is that not a woman shoving you down upon it?

"Yes."

"How deep did you allow it? Did you take it all? Was it you, or your throat that set the limit?" he interrogated.

"My throat. I mean, I couldn't take it all." I immediately regretted my words.

"No? Oh, I am sorry. But, at least you found another way in which you could take it all, didn't you?"

"How do you mean?" I was surprised.

My jaw dropped agape to the next photo he produced.

We both sat in silence, staring at the photo. I was crouched, hovering above the indigenous man with his cock in mid penetration. I appeared to be guiding it into myself, my ass giving way to the tip.

"Ah, well." I blushed. "I seem to remember a bit of alcohol, a homemade medicine, that was administered to us during the ritual." I tried my best to defend myself.

"Where is the medicine woman in this photo?"

"I Don't know." I retreated.

"Does this look as though you voluntarily fucked this man?"

"I could see how it would appear that way, but..."

"Did it make you cum?" He interrupted.

"Pardon me?"

"Did riding that man bring you to orgasm?" He challenged.

"I can't recall." My head lowered.