Chapter 11: Discovery

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I have to know! I need to know! I must know! Are these Longton men really as big as Randall says? I need to satisfy my curiosity, and I think up the perfect way to do it.

Randall 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 status of a Longton woman.

"Martha train good!" Keviniski spoke as soon as I approached close enough to be recognized in the light of his lantern. "Wake early. Help Randall."

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.

"Martha help Randall 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 door behind me. The satellite was the reason for the mission. I was the foremost expert on Longton society. I, Martha 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 Randall 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 they say?' 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. "Randall wake Martha when go find star part," I try to tell her that Randall 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 Martha 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 cups. A wooden cutting board and several small tables sit to one side, standing by in case they might be needed to prepare a meal.

Judith is the head female, the dominant female in the camp. I knew she would be hear early to start breakfast, so this is where I wait for her.

"Martha kind!" Judith bows. I can tell she likes my offer. "Martha guest, but may get water if Martha like."

Water gathering is one of the hardest jobs in the camp. The river is about 300 meters 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.

"Martha like!" I bow in return. "Martha know hard, but must share. Martha 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 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 meters, 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 say 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 one of their big cocks 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 down 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 takes a step 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 25 or 30 centimeter-long prick pulls me in the obvious direction. I cautiously crawl forward.

Suddenly, I see him again. He moves back to the original spot before I have a chance to crawl forward by more than a few feet. I see him again between the trees, and now I see him head-on. And best of all, he looks exactly like Randall described! A long hose hangs down between his legs.

I freeze, still crawling on all fours, and stare in amazement at an organ that is at least twice as long as anything I have ever seen before. For a brief moment, I think my eyes play tricks on me. 'Maybe I only see the branch of a tree, ' I wonder. 'There is no way a guy could be so long!'

But he stays within my view. I realize it is not my imagination. The man is hung longer than any man I have ever seen before. Then I notice his face. It is Jelick! It is the strong, handsome man I met at the farm, and now I see all of him. I can't believe it!

The cold water keeps it flaccid, but even in the flaccid state he looks bigger than any human male. His organ must extend down by a good 20 centimeters. It looks easily big enough to elongate into a one-third meter-long steak. And not only long, but so thick and massive too! The thing looks like a monster!

I crawl forward another few feet to better hide myself behind a tree. I worry others might see me, although I see no others. Jelick looks to be alone, but I figure the rest of them must be somewhere near.

I peak around the tree to spy on him, continuing to keep on my hands and knees. My boobs plunge straight down from my chest, making them feel even bigger and heavier than usual. The fabric of the swimsuit rubs against my nipples every time I move, serving to make me hot.

To my delight, I am able to look at Jelick some more. He turns his back towards me for a few seconds, but then he keeps turning so I can see his dick again. Even his bare ass looks good, but I like his big dick a lot more. Jelick has a magnificent organ. 'If he only knew I was looking, ' I can't help but think to myself. I wonder what he would do if he knew a lowly female was admiring his organ.

I listen too. I listen to him sing. He's been singing the entire time and sings in a deep, coarse voice, sounding very manly - or maybe I think he sounds manly just because he's got a big dick. I don't know. I think he sings well, but it is difficult to tell. Longtons do not have a strong history of song. We have few recordings of them from the hidden microphones. The song has something to do about a lost traveler, but I have a hard time translating the words. I find Longtonese a lot more difficult to decipher when it is put into a tune.

I continue looking, but every few seconds I look around for others too. I want to make sure no one else is about to step out of the water and possibly pass close to me. But I see no one. In fact, I see no one at all. I do not see anyone either in the water or on shore. 'Maybe the others don't like his singing, ' I wonder. 'Maybe they went to a different bend in the river to get away from him.' I do not know much about Longton singing. Jelick's singing sounds all right, but I can tell his real talent is in the cock department.

I keep my hands buried in the dirt for several minutes while I admire his naked body and his cock. I don't know how long I admire it. It seems like a long time, but my concept of time left me as soon as I caught the first glimpse of his nudity. I know I must turn back and return with the water, but it is hard to tear my eyes from it.

Eventually, I must. I start to worry. 'What about the others?' I question. 'And what about the water?' They expect me back in the village. They cannot start breakfast without me.

As much as it hurts to leave, I quietly turn around and sneak my way back the same way I came.

The pails do not feel heavy at all on the way back to the village. I walk almost as if in a dream.

'Did I really see what I thought I saw?' I have to keep asking myself. 'Was Jelick's cock really as large as it looked?' Most of all, I wonder if he was an abnormality 'or is it possible for all the Longton men to be of equivalent size?' According to Randall they are, but I want to find out for myself. It takes little to persuade me to return to the river.

"Here water," I empty into the large caldron at the back of the kitchen. "Sorry for long time, but turn wrong. Get more."

One of the elder women makes a nod to me. She busily cuts up something that looks like green beans, seemingly too busy to speak. I turn around without another word and head back towards the river before any of them have a chance to offer to take my place.

I almost run back in the same direction from which I came. The first trip wet my appetite. On this trip I look for dessert.

But I neither see nor hear anyone. No one sings. I do not hear any conversations. I stop every few feet to look and listen, but I fail to hear anything beyond the occasional rustle of wind through the trees.

Before I expect it, the river appears up ahead. The sparkle of the blue water through the trees dash any hope of catching more men. It looks as though they have all finished their baths and took the long way back to the village. Disappointed, I kneel down on the bank to fill the buckets one last time.

"Hello," I hear from behind me.

I jump! My foot slips. One leg falls into the water. The other hits a rock squarely in the knee - the same knee I scraped earlier. The impact sends a sharp pain through my body, but I hardly feel it as I turn to see the incredible sight.

"Jelick sorry scare," Jelick stands no more than 10 feet behind me.

I must grab hold of a small sapling along the bank to regain my balance as the rest of my body nearly tumbles in. One leg remains in the water; the injured leg on shore. Jelick steps forward and offers his hand to help.

I can tell he just stepped out of the water, for he wears no clothing. His body still drips wet with water. My attention is immediately drawn half-way up his body, to his waist, where I see it plainly. He is not just naked, but a partial erection sticks straight out.

"Holy shit!" I can't help but cry out in English. It stands less than 3 feet away and points right at me. I see the prominent veins along the side and a big mushroom at the tip. My knee hurts like hell. I think I feel blood. But none of that matters in comparison to his cock.

"Holy shit!" I momentarily forget to breath. I can't believe the size of the thing. It is so big it scares me.

"Jelick not understand," He stands with his hand held out to me. "You Randall's Martha, Jelick think?"

I must look away in order to regain my composure enough to answer him. "Yes, Martha," I confirm my name. "Meet at field, Martha remember."

"Martha hurt?" He questions as though I am a little child. "Me not mean scare. Help Martha up?"

"Hurt little," I tell him. "Hit rock here," I have to point at my knee because I don't know the Longton word for it. At the same time I take advantage of the opportunity to take a closer look at him. His pole has to be at least 25 centimeters in length; close to 11 inches, and it stand at only at half mast!

"Jelick," He taps himself on the chest and apologizes once more. "Not mean to scare Martha."

"Martha remember Jelick," I nod. "Jelick first Nabo Martha meet!"

He steps closer. I momentarily pull back, but in my awkward position I can't do much. I yelp as he grabs me around the waist, a hand on each thigh, and simply lifts. He lifts me completely off my feet, out of the water, and gently deposits me further up on the riverbank. I weigh 50 kilograms on Earth, which I suppose is about 40 on Longton, yet he lifts me with little effort. I realize Jelick not only looks well buffed, but he is very strong too. He is a real man, or at least a real man in Longton terms.

When I stand, I stand on only one leg. The other, my right leg, remains cautiously bent. The knee continues to hurt, but not nearly as much as I pretend. I can't help but take advantage of the situation and pretend to grimace with pain as I step down on it.

"Martha look hurt!" He tells me.

"Not hurt bad," I step down on it a second time with fewer theatrics. It really is no more than a bruise, but I want him to feel sorry for me.

"Jelick help Martha water!"

One of the pails sits half-submerged in the water where I dropped it when he first surprised me. Jelick bends over to pick it up, and in the process I am rewarded with a great close-up of his naked ass. He picks up both pails, fills them, and then attaches them to the wooden pole. With seemingly little effort, he balances both on his right shoulder and offers himself as a crutch.

"Jelick help Martha water," He wraps his arm around my body, just under my shoulder, bringing his fingers around to sink into the side of my big boob. The touch feels exhilarating, but I do not think he realizes where he touches. Jelick is too interested in helping me to notice.

I, in response, place my own arm around his wide body, just above his waist. It hardly reaches around, and I have to fight the temptation to reach down just a little bit further and grab a piece of hard ass.

I can't believe it! I have a naked man with a 25-centimeter dick helping me back to the village. We walk close, really close, with our bodies pressed up against each other. I need to step only lightly on my bad leg as he offers himself as a crutch. He squeezes me in his arm.

"Hope Martha not care no clothes?" Jelick questions after only a few steps. "Jelick not like clothes. Wet body."

"Martha not care," I quickly tell him, and I really don't! I don't mind at all that he wants to remain naked!

He balances two pails in one hand and me in the other. In the center stands his cock, still poking straight out at about twice the length I have ever witnessed before. I can't help but glance down and over at the thing with every chance I get.

A fantasy quickly plays out in my mind. It is my standard fantasy about a naked man entering my bedroom. It is the same fantasy I considered the last time I ordered Randall around. Now I think about it again, except with Jelick, a much larger man.

He enters naked, and I can tell right away he is larger than any other. His dick droops half way down to his knees. I wonder what it will look like in the hardened state, and then I order him to show me.

And then I notice it. Jelick interrupts my fantasy. He interrupts it with his cock. On one of my many casual glances, I see it point out. It points nearly straight out from his body. It even looks a little longer - hard as that is to believe. Or maybe it only appears longer because I see it from the side; a side profile of a magnificent cock. And not only long, but plenty wide too.

I can't help but keep my eyes firmly locked on the thing as it rises even further. I can't believe it! I see it yet still can't believe it. Jelick is expanding!

'Fuck!' I scream to myself. I realize Jelick is developing a hard-on. 'My sexy body must be getting him aroused, ' I think, 'or maybe he just realizes what his fingers press into.' It is like the fantasy of the man beside my bed, except now I see it for real.

I expect him to cover himself. I expect Jelick to at least turn away and hide from the embarrassment, but he keeps walking with me instead. He allows himself to elongate right in front of me. 'Maybe he doesn't realize it, ' I wonder, but then realize he must realize it full well. There is no way a man could not notice a hardening cock of such dimensions. Besides, he must at least notice the way I continuously stare at it!

His cock does not elongate as much as it swells and hardens instead. It grows to about 30 centimeters in length and another 9 centimeters wide. It looks almost like a third leg, except this middle leg points up at an angle.

My imagination takes off. I can't help but fantasize about it. I imagine what it would be like to take a few steps off the trail and go at it with him. I imagine it entering me like Randall did with the largest of the dildos. It would be a tight fit - extremely tight. His cock would open my cunt wider than it has ever been opened before. And then there is his length. His meat looks close to 30 centimeters in length. I wonder if I could accept it all.

I love the sight of his naked body, and I especially love the sight of Jelick - or rather, I love the sight of Jelick's cock. I especially like the way his manhood points up at attention for my viewing enjoyment. I feel myself become increasingly aroused as I walk beside it. I think I feel myself start to get wet.

"Martha feel better?" He questions as we draw near to the village.

"Better much!" I look much better. "Martha think try walk now."

"Good!" He stops to let me go.

Actually, the knee doesn't hurt at all any more. It hasn't hurt for quite a while, but I couldn't let him know. Gently, I put my weight down on the knee and pretend to walk with only a slight limp.

"Better much!" I say. "Hurt little bit, but walk good."

"Good," Jelick takes the water buckets off his shoulders. To my disappointment, he gives them back to me, but then he explains why.

"Good, because Jelick clothes not fit now," He looks down at his own erection. "Martha milk holders too big! Can't make small with Martha milk holders so close."

I think I blush with embarrassment as I realize the implication of his words. He essentially tells me that the reason his cock grows hard is because of my big tits. I have never received a greater compliment, and I am not quite sure how to thank him.

"Me so heat," He continues to look at himself. "Think ready to fire baby make juice."

"Holy Shit!" I mistakenly say out loud as I realize the meaning of his words. A sudden wave of heat hits me. It starts from between my legs and radiates all over my body. I understand baby-juice, and I know exactly what he means when he talks about firing it.

"Hurt more?" He questions.

I shake my head, unable to speak. The only thing I can think about is his erupting cock. I imagine it cumming, cumming over my bed as he stands to the side, and I imagine it cumming violently. A picture plays again and again in my mind of massive explosions of sperm shooting out of his cock. One of my girlfriends once told me that large men cumm with greater force. She jokingly said it was because they have a longer barrel to accelerate their jism. I have no idea if it was true or not, but I have the perfect specimen to conduct an experiment.

"Martha good!" I regain my composure enough to finally respond. "Step wrong, but good now. Hurt when turn side," I make up an excuse.

"Good!" Jelick nods his head and bobs his cock up and down ever so slightly at the same time. "Me think me go make baby juice now."

It hits me again. I can't believe my own ears. Jelick is telling me that he is now going to go and jack himself off.

I turn to leave, but I cannot leave. I remain frozen and look at it.

And then the truly amazing happens.

"Martha like help Jelick fire baby-make juice?" He asks.

I feel myself start to fall over. I almost faint.

"What?" I question out of habit, not believing my own ears.

"Help make baby-juice," He says again. "Martha know, like this."

Unbelievably, he demonstrates. He grabs his own erection and gives it three quick pumps.

"Or maybe Martha like taste," He opens his mouth wide to demonstrate. "Martha like baby-juice? Martha like eat Jelick baby-juice?"

I have to grab the nearest tree to prevent myself from falling over. One of the buckets spills slightly. I realize he offers me either a hand job or a blow job. Apparently, the choice is up to me.

My first reaction is to accept the offer - and accept it quickly. I want to accept - desperately - but I do not know the right thing to do. It is too much at one time.

"But need water at village," I make up an excuse. "Need for breakfast."

A sorrowful look of disappointment washes over his face. "Martha go water to camp. Jelick not want delay water. And way Jelick look now, cause long delay. Long delay cooking."

For a brief moment I actually feel sorry for him. I feel bad that I have to leave him to erupt to his own devices.

A moment later I feel like kicking myself. 'What are you doing?' A voice in the back of my mind screams. 'This is the opportunity of a lifetime. Grab it, literally!'

"Maybe Martha come back," I am surprised to hear myself say. "Maybe Martha get water more."

Jelick smiles and looks up to me with gratitude. "Good! Very good! Martha not cook?"

"Martha no cook. Get water," I assure him. "Jelick wait for Martha?"

He looks down at his engorged cock. "Jelick wait, but not long."

I look down along with him. "Martha hurry!"

As soon as I reach camp, I set the water down and make an excuse to leave. I say another item has come up - which isn't too far from the truth. Judith waves me off without question.

I am soon back on the path. I walk at a brisk pace and have a hard time believing what I am about to do. 'I'm walking into the forest in search of a naked man, ' I think to myself. 'And not only that, I'm searching for a well-endowed man who happens to have an erection waiting for me.' And once I find him, I will relieve his erection the only way I know how.

I picture his cock in my mind as I walk closer, his long 30-centimeters of man-meat standing at attention in front of him, with its big head poking up like an arrow at the very top. I fantasize myself stroking it and wonder what it will feel like between my fingers. I already know it will feel big - bigger than I have ever felt before - but I want to feel it for real.

I hear a whistle. Instinctively, I turn my head. I look over and see him stand up against a tree with his hands positioned behind him. He remains naked, of course, and he remains at an erection. His body is positioned at the perfect angle to give me a side profile and amplify his majestic size. I imagine him as the man of my dreams, walking up to the side of my bed like a helpless slave. I quickly march over in anticipation of relieving his bursting hard-on.

"Please hurry," He pants, begging me to advance faster. "Jelick not stand it much longer."

I stop when I notice the light glisten off its wet surface. His cock has been pre-cumming. I realize he has been pre-cumming in anticipation for my arrival. His entire 30 centimeters looks to be soaking wet.

"I start myself almost," He confesses. "Then Jelick remembered Martha big milk holders."

He looks down upon my bikini covered boobs as he talks. I look back at him, and I more specifically look at the most private part of his body pointing back up at me. I wonder if he feels as excited looking into my cleavage as I do looking at his cock.

"Please! Milk Jelick cock," He begs.

I gasp again. I have never before heard the term milking in conjunction with a man's cock. Only tits were milked - especially my own. Men always wanted to breast feed and milk on my nipples because they were so big. But now, as I stare at Jelick's member, I realize it is the same with his cock. Stroking a cock is really no more than milking on a man. The only difference is that no man has ever drawn milk out of my tits. I gasp as I think about his cock and the "milk" I will soon receive. I think about the white, milky substance I am going to extract from Jelick's big cock.

I walk up to him and see a hand reach out. I can hardly believe it is my own. I see it reach out and travel towards his cock.

I take a deep breath.

It feels good. It feels wet. I run my fingers along the front side of his shaft and then circle them around to the back. Along the way drops of pre-cumm rest on my fingers, and I spread his juices all around. The shaft of his cock feels as hard as it looks. It is truly magnificent.

I reach down further to feel the rest of him. I reach down to his sac and realize Jelick told me the truth. Even his balls are large! They are the size of two large eggs, bigger than any human males. They feel like a human male with a gigantic set of swollen balls, swelled with semen desperate to escape. I realize Jelick really does need to be relieved.

By the time I make my way back up to the shaft of his cock, its head is coated with copious amounts of pre-cumm again. I run my fingers through it, passing over the thick head of his cock, at which point he pre-cums even more. I have never seen a man pre-cumm quite so much. I am pleased to discover Longton men are excellent pre-cummers. They have to be! I mean, with the size of their larger cocks, they naturally have to produce large amounts of pre-cumm to cover it all. I wonder if I will enter this into my report when I get back.

I continue to work over his shaft, repeatedly running my fingers over his head and then spreading his pre-cumm all around. I soon find his entire cock shimmering in its own juices. I like the way the light glistens off its surface when it is wet.

"Martha good teaser," He compliments between panting breaths.

I decide it is time to move on, and so I go down to my knees. I reach out for his cock once more, except this time I wrap my fingers around and hold his manhood in my hand. It feels incredibly hard and monstrously large. I notice my fingers can only reach half way around its circumference and half way up its length. This is by far the biggest organ I have ever experienced.

I want to hold out and tease him some more, but I cannot hold out any longer. I begin to pump on his meat.

Jelick lets out a moan as I travel my hand up the length of his shaft and then come back down again. I easily feel the difference in size between him and every other man I have ever felt before. This one is clearly much larger. His shaft is both bigger in length and wider in circumference than a normal human male. He also feels harder. Even the head of his cock is hard, I notice. I can clearly feel it rub against my fingers as they travel across it.

I pump on his meat again and again, slowly traveling up the length of his fantastically long cock and then back down to the base again.