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Alex's heart raced as he stood there, the laughter of the women echoing in his ears. Their surprise hung in the air like a charged storm cloud, and he felt the heat of their gazes burning into him.

"Wait, wait!" he exclaimed, fumbling to pull his pants back up, his face burning with embarrassment. "This isn't what I meant! I—"

"Stick vanished!" the woman who had pulled down his pants exclaimed, her eyes wide with mischief and amusement. "You lie! You say you strong, but where is stick?"

The other women gasped and began to murmur among themselves, their expressions shifting from amusement to curiosity. Alex felt trapped in the center of their attention, every eye on him, scrutinizing his vulnerability.

"Maybe he not have stick!" another woman teased, crossing her arms with a playful grin. "But we saw and touch it through clothes."

The teasing laughter bounced around him like a chorus of playful spirits, each woman's expression a mix of curiosity and delight. Alex's cheeks burned hotter, a deep embarrassment clawing at his gut as he hastily adjusted his pants.

"No, I mean—I didn't mean for it to happen like this!" he stammered, his heart racing. "I'm not used to… this!"

The leader, Ayra, stepped closer, a smirk playing on her lips. "Not used to being without stick?" she asked, tilting her head as if genuinely curious. "You say you strong, but maybe you soft inside."

The other women erupted in laughter again, and Alex felt a strange mix of mortification and thrill at being the center of their attention. It was unlike anything he had experienced before—a strange dance of fear, excitement, and the undeniable allure of the women surrounding him.

"Okay, okay, I'll show you!" he blurted out, desperate to regain some control over the situation. "Just… give me a moment."

The women's laughter faded into a murmur of anticipation as he tried to regain his composure. "What do you want me to do?" he asked, still feeling the heat of their scrutiny.

"Make us happy!" one woman exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "You find your stick again!"

Alex took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. Before he could say anything ayra pulled down his pants again and lifted his tshirt. "I found stick but this small, no big"

Alex's heart dropped as Ayra's playful declaration sent another wave of laughter through the group. He instinctively grabbed for his shirt, trying to cover himself as embarrassment flooded his cheeks again.

"Wait, wait, come on!" he protested, a mix of disbelief and amusement in his voice. "Can't we just… talk?"

The women's laughter softened slightly, but the glint of mischief remained in their eyes. They were enjoying this, and Alex could feel the playful challenge in the air.

"Talking is good," Ayra said, leaning closer with an amused smile. "But you must show strength too. Here, we want to see what you can do!"

Ayra Started to touch and play with it, "Small stick shivering" she pulled it, making Alex instinctively pull back, his eyes were forming tears.

"Hey! That's not fair!" he protested, his voice cracking slightly. He struggled to maintain a semblance of composure, his heart racing faster than he thought possible. The laughter of the women was still ringing in his ears, but now it felt more like a spotlight on his humiliation.

"Not fair?" Ayra echoed, a teasing smile still plastered on her face. "We just want to see if you are strong enough to handle it!"

"Look if you show big stick I'll give you my melons" one women lifted her top and showed him.

Suddenly something sparked inside him, and ayra felt it in her hands, "Small stick becoming big stick." she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with delight.

The other women cheered, their laughter ringing out, each one egging him on. "Come on, show us what else you've got!" another shouted. "Maybe you'll impress us with something even bigger than that!"

Alex chuckled nervously, trying to regain some composure amidst the playful chaos. "You all are going to be the end of me!" he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I've never had this much pressure on my… performance before!"

"Just remember," Ayra said, winking at him, "if you can't handle the heat, stay out of the kitchen!"

When ayra touched it she felt something, and she looked at her hands and saw liquid in her fingers she smelled it and licked it, "Honey? Big stick leaking honey" she shouted.

When ayra looked she saw his stick leaking, she called her close aids and they all touched and licked it, they all liked it, Alex was at the peak of pleasure then Lana the best friend and an elder of the tribe kissed his stick and then it suddenly twisted and completely went inside her mouth.

Lana's warm tongue warped his stick, and when he lost his control he pushed her head and started to move his hips, everyone were watching his strange movements, Lana didn't know what is happening yet she was having once in a lifetime of pleasure.

After a few minutes he released his load and lana's mouth filled with it, she drank most of but the remaining dripped on the ground.

"Honey taste good, Alex make me feel good" Lana said, oy at that time Alex snapped back to reality and figured out the severity of his actions.

Alex's heart raced as he stared at Lana, still reeling from the whirlwind of sensations and emotions. The initial thrill and humiliation faded, replaced by a wave of anxiety and confusion.

" I… I didn't mean for any of this to happen," he stammered, his voice shaky as he looked into her eyes. He could see the warmth and acceptance reflected in her gaze, but the weight of what had just occurred hung heavily in the air.

Lana smiled softly, her expression a mixture of understanding and mischief. "You make me feel good, Alex. You strong, and we like strong," she said, her tone playful yet sincere. "But you look scared. Why?"

Alex swallowed hard, grappling with the reality of his situation. He had crossed a line he never intended to, caught in a culture so different from his own. "I didn't want to take advantage of you… of any of you. I just wanted to understand," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ayra stepped forward, her presence commanding yet gentle. "You think we not know what we do? We choose to be here, Alex. You bring something different, something we never feel before. You not take advantage; you share with us."

"But I didn't know how to… to handle it," he confessed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "This isn't how I imagined things would be. I just wanted to fit in, to survive."

The laughter and teasing from earlier faded, replaced by a sense of camaraderie. The other women surrounded him, their eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and compassion.

"You fit in because you brave, Alex," one woman said, her voice steady. "You face what come to you. Not many would."

"But I hurt you, and that's not right," he replied, the guilt gnawing at him. "I don't want to be a danger to anyone."

Lana stepped closer, her expression softening. "You not hurt me. You give me joy. We want you to feel, too. In our tribe, we share happiness, no matter how strange."

As she spoke, something in Alex began to shift. He looked around at the women who had shown him both kindness and a wildness he had never known.