Our African Expedition to find a penis enhancing elixir

Summary: A young married couple take a guided trip to Zambia, in Africa. The husband’s goal was to find the village reported to have a special elixir that causes a man’s penis to grow large. The wife spends the week with the Chief of the village and finds out that size does matter.

The story:

My husband, James, and I are a young married couple, and we both just graduated from college. While in school, we both studied the anthropology of African cultures. James is 22 and I am a year younger. I am slim with blonde hair and am lucky to have nice size breasts with dark pink nipples. My nipples are very prominent and responsive when I get aroused.

Our honeymoon was a two-week trip to Zambia, on the continent of Africa. We wanted to visit some of the cultures that we had learned about in school. James organized everything and did all the planning. He arranged for a Guide to meet us after we landed and take us into the bush to see the country.

I did not learn until later that one of my husband’s side goals of this trip was to find the mysterious elixir, or drug, or herb that helped African men grow very large penises. Unfortunately, James’ prick is on the small side, and he has always been self-conscious about it. I’ve told him size did not matter. I will admit that I eventually changed my mind on this statement.

We hired a Guide who arranged an overland safari to go deep in the wilderness of the country. The Guide arranged for the food and drivers for the vehicles to take us to the interior. We were headed to a specific village for a reason that James kept to himself. It took two days of rough travel to make it to that village.

We eventually rolled into the village that James planned to visit. The village was near a lovely river with a waterfall nearby. There were large rocks at the base of the falls, and the native girls were washing clothes, and bathing in the rushing water. The water was very inviting, and I wanted to wash off the grime and dust of our travel. The river looked cool and refreshing but I did not think to bring a swimsuit on this trip. Our Guide encouraged me to do like the natives here do and swim naked in the water. I was very modest and did not want to skinny dip, but the lure of the running water was too much. I walked to the water’s edge, stripped down, and dove in.

I swam until I was tired, then laid out on a large flat boulder to dry in the sun. My skin felt alive since it was unencumbered with clothing. My cunt lips tingled from their first exposure to sunlight since I had never skinny dipped before. My nipples became hard and sensitive as I lay on my back, with the sun beating down on my chest. When I got too warm, I rolled off the rock and back into the cool water. There were young native men who gathered close by to watch me. I normally would have been incensed by the lack of privacy they gave me, but I decided to become more like the native girls and ignore their stares. Actually, I was flattered. I noticed that the men, like the girls and women in the river all were naked. The men seemed to either have erections or were partially aroused, because all the penises I saw were quite large.

After I was refreshed, and changed into clean clothes, the Guide introduced us to the Chief of the village. The Chief took one look at my blonde hair and smiled. He touched my hair in approval. He said, in broken English, that I was a beautiful woman. The Chief was quickly interested in me and said they were throwing a feast in our honor. Little did I know he had plans to lure James away and try to seduce me.

There was a ceremony that night where roasted pig and vegetables were served. They brought us some kind of beverage that had a tangy taste. The drink was an alcoholic beverage with some kind of hallucinogenic properties added in. Both James and I soon felt the effects of the drink.

After we ate, there was a dance ceremony. The Chief had given me an outfit to wear to the dinner. It was a grass skirt and a collar of beads that went around my neck and hung down to just above my breasts. I told James that I could not go to the dinner without wearing a shirt, but he persuaded me to absorb the culture and wear the traditional clothing like the other women of the village. I reluctantly agreed. When I walked out of our hut, my breasts swayed side to side with each step since they were not bound by a bra or a shirt. After I got used to the feel, I began to love the freedom of movement that my breasts now had.

The tribal women were wearing the same type of grass skirt that I had been provided. And they wore similar beaded necklaces, that did not cover their breasts. They danced directly in front of the Chief, the Guide, James and me. They tried to coax me into dancing, but I was too shy to do it. You could see thru the strands of the grass skirts that all of us females were wearing, and each dancer’s private parts were fully visible.