1. Culture Shock


    Date: 2/22/2016, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, First Time, Latina, Male/Teen Female, Teen, Virginity, Author: DaSpark, Rating: 92.9, Source: sexstories.com

    accepted. I was really starting to understand the culture differences my boss Frank had eluded to, but I was to understand much, much more the differences the next evening. As the sun was going down a special hut was erected in the middle of the village. Out front was a large fire pit and a lot of seating, mostly is chairs carved from wood. They were no where as intricate as something you would see in a furniture store, but it would do. We gathered and had a huge feast, right in the middle of which Maarit was presented to us. It got completely silent as she was brought out from a hut used to prepare her and I was stunned. She didn't look like the nice bodied little girl that i had seen but like an exotic goddess. She wore an extravagant, white lace dressed, sewn by the women of the tribe that month. It was tailored to her and hugged her every curve. Her hair was woven into an intricate design and the tight bind came over her left shoulder. Her right shoulder held the strap to the gown. It looked almost like a huge dress of toilet paper by the way it moved, but was solid linen fabric. In the front was a slit up the calve lengthed dress. The slit went to her mid thigh and opened outward. Again, underwear is uncommon and was no different now. While I could not see her pussy lips, they were only a few inches out of view. It was basically a prom dress nightmare for any mother. They brought her to a chair that was elegantly carved at the head of the table up on a bit of a ...
    pedestal. She sat down, flowing out her dress and gave me my first culture shock. Her legs were side by side, but then her mother tapped her knee and she let her legs part to shoulder length. There, for all to see, a bit shadowed by the top of the dresses skirt were her pussy lips. Her crotch was obviously shaved and her pink showed just a bit. All of the men "oo'ed" and then clapped for her and Maarit smiled big and blushed, happy to be well received. We finished eating, most men staring at her the whole time until the plates were cleared. Then the chief's wife came to the table with the sack with all the chips. Maarit reached in and pulled one out and the wife said the name on the chip. A man over to the left cheered and the crowd clapped for him. Then Maarit picked another name, another and another with the same light applause for each man. Then as she reached in the fifth time, everyone leaned in, eyes wide. When the name was read on the fifth chip, not just the man whose name it was cheered but the whole crowd roared. The sack was then taken away. The chief and the Maarit's father came to the sides of her chair and recited a long fertility prayer and threw a hog leg on the fire to sacrifice. Then Maarit stood up and hugged her father, then her mother came up and hugged her and whispered something in her ear. She smiled at her mother, tears in her eyes as the first man who had had his chip drawn walked up to Maarit. He put his arms around her waist and kissed her. A deep french ...
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