When you've wandered as long as I have, you are compelled to accept and excuse primitive rituals and processes. The shameless, desperate way that people living forgotten and distant from modern society depend on old traditions, on outdated practices. They get by, sometimes, but no more. I've felt at home amongst these small societies and they are part of why I've spent twenty years without a home, wandering and exploring the forgotten parts of the world.

Primitive people, primitive ways.

That's how I found myself fucking the shit-filled ass of a thirteen-year old girl in eastern Cambodia while her mother watched.

I call myself Pash. My parents had given me another name, but I abandoned it when I chose my own. Pash Walkabout, some call me. I grew up in an upper-class neighborhood in Sambalpur, India. My father was a white South African and my mother a native Indian who had lived in the US for many years. I graduated from the University of Dehli a year earlier than usual with an honors degree in Biology.

My parents paid for me to take a year off after graduation. They felt it was important for me to travel and experience new people and places before settling into grad school and a career.

I never went home.

I spent several months in Eastern Europe before going to Italy, Egypt, and Zaire. I fell in love with small native societies in Africa, spending months in Kenya and Nigeria. I missed my return window and didn't care. I had found a way to live and travel simply, trading work for food and lodging, and experienced a profound freedom and satisfaction from this way of life.

I have always had a knack for language, holding conversations in half a dozen before I graduated high school. I was fascinated with dying languages trapped in primitive villages and added a few of those while I was in Africa. Not fluent, of course, but I could get by.

By the time I left Nigeria, two years had passed since graduation and my life was no longer one of extensive privilege and comfort. I needed to move around, to find people living simply. They struggled, to be sure. It was a hard life led by most, and the suffering I saw could easily have been reduced with sanitation, clean water, and a first-grade education.

But I wasn't traveling to change the world. I helped where I could, taught what little I knew when I could, and picked up language and culture from any who would barter it. I used my hands and fed my belly on farms, in tribal hunts, mashing berries, and hauling logs. I grew lean muscle easily, eating just enough to keep a slim balance. I loved it.

From Nigeria, I moved north to China and spent a few years moving around Tibet, Mongolia, Eastern Russia. I went from place to place with little planning. I nearly starved to death many times. Snow and illness left my life in fragile hands of isolated villagers and primitive medicine.

But so far, I've pulled through and continued my walkabout. I moved south to Vietnam, quickly learned the language, and spent a few years learning crafts and hunting from several native groups. I slipped easily into Cambodia and found the people there indistinguishable from their Vietnamese neighbors at first, later learning the Kymer language and discovering primitives on most every trail.

I did enjoy sexual encounters often with women old enough to be my grandmother and girls just past a first menstruation. Nigerian women were probably my favorite, and the Vietnamese a close second. I carried condoms, but not for sex: they came in useful for holding water or making a quick water-proof container. I never needed them for sex. I spent time with primitive societies that never really considered condoms an option, if they could afford them at all. Most could not.

Many of the Southeast Asia villages I visited had no sanitation or sewers. High on mountain ridges and low in humid valleys, I witnessed people using slit trenches for defecation. Sometimes, there were whole fields where the trench had become full and a new one dug close by. They stank horribly, often swarming with flies. I went out of my way to avoid them, not wanting to expose myself to the flying disease vectors.

It was one of these detours I made around a shitting field that leads me to tell my story. Of all the sex I've had these past two decades, it was the strangest experience to date, as you'll soon see.

I was a couple of days out of Sisophon in the northwest part of Cambodia, moving northwest to cross the border into Thailand. I'd smelled the shit field long before I was close, and I spent an hour giving the disgusting place a wide berth. I was on a small path, in a thin tree line, when a small middle-aged woman rushed up to me, speaking quickly in Cham, a language spoken by a few hundred thousand people in the country. I had only heard it spoken a few times, and despite it being very similar to Vietnamese, her thick dialect left me unable to understand what she was telling me as she gestured off to the right.

“Speak Viet?”

“Little, yes. Little”

“What wrong?” I kept my usage simple and direct to avoid confusing her.

“Daughter, need help. She no move. She no move days... four. Days four. No move.”

I felt sick. If the girl hadn't moved in four days, she was either dead or soon to be. It was in my ethics to help out if someone needed it while I travelled, so I swallowed my assumptions and fears, and agreed to try.

“Ok. I go with you.”

She took my hand and pulled me around a small hillock. My initial shock at the woman describing her 'No move' daughter was nothing compared to the surprise I got when we rounded the corner. A young girl, probably twelve or thirteen, was naked, squatted down over a small, freshly-dug slit trench. She was sweaty, brown skin glistening and bared. I'd had sex with many girls her age over the past years, but something about that first impression, seeing the girl trying to defecate, really got my attention.

I recovered as her mother led me closer. I was quite relieved I wasn't being taken to a dead body. Instead, it seemed, 'move' meant the girl's bowels, and as the constipated young teen strained and grunted, I almost laughed at the confusion.

I turned to the mother, said, “I can no help her. She need doctor if it no move. She need medicine.”

Her mother shook her head, pointed to the girl's butt. “It no move. Close. Close move. You help.”

I shrugged and shook my head in reply. “I do not know how help. She push hard. Will move.”

The woman grabbed my crotch and pointed to the girl. “Put in. You put in. Always work. Always work.”

She wanted me to put my penis inside the girl? How was that going to help? The mother saw my hesitation and doubt and immediately pulled off her dirty work pants, revealing a thick, dark bush between her thighs. She turned around and bent over, offering herself to me. “Go here first. Go here. You get ready. Then in her.”

My penis twitched. I still wasn't sure about the daughter, but I felt a strong urge to mount her mother and take what was given freely. I slid down my pajama-like travel pants and pulled out my cock, stroking it as it grew. I saw the woman's dark, hairy labia extended out around a bright pink hole. Like many of the women I had sex with in Vietnam and Cambodia, her vagina inside contrasted beautifully with the lips surrounding it.

The young teen had turned to look, and I froze a moment. I'd fucked women and girls in many places with an audience. Sometimes I'd had sex with several women at once, or joined in an orgy of young teens and grandmothers and half the damn village was watching. I froze because my cock surged as I saw the teen again, squatting and trying to defecate.

I focused back on the mother, taking her hips and bringing my penis to her entrance. I spit in my palm and rubbed her sticky, moist snatch, smearing my saliva into her hole. The tip of my cock lodged in her vagina and I pushed in quickly, filing her. She wasn't tight, but very comfortable, her hole firmly yielding to my penetration.

I rocked in and out of the woman's brown and pink pussy, felt my load rising quickly. It had been a week or so since I'd last ejaculated, and I knew I'd cum withing a few thrusts. She felt my growing urgency and pulled away, my cock popping out with a slurp and swiping wetness against her leg.

“No there! No there! You put that there! Shoot there!” She pointed to her daughter.

I'd forgotten the teen a moment, ready to ejaculate inside the woman's cunt. My dick was tense and dripping precum. I looked over at the girl and saw she had stood and bent over, and, like her mom, offered me her sex.

She had wide hips that would help her in childbirth. Not fat, definitely a slender early teen, with a snatch almost as hairy as her mother's. I saw the girl's tight butthole straining and swollen, likely sore and raw from her ordeal. My cock pulsed as I brought the tip to the girl's pussy and pushed.

The girl cried out, screamed. I'd hit her hymen and been stopped short of full entry. Her mother rushed and pulled me off. “No there! No there! There!” She put her finger against her daughter's asshole to make it clear.

I finally got it then. She wanted me to cum in the girl's ass to help her move her bowels. Despite my reservations, the five seconds of feeling the teen's butt in my hands, my hips trying to penetrate her, had me willing to try. “Yes. Yes. There,” I replied.

The teen had recovered and retaken her original position. I spit onto her asshole, the tight dark-brown pucker streaked with lighter tans marks. I placed the tip of my penis against her anus, and pushed.

The girl cried out again as my penetration was stopped this time by a combination of her tiny hole and the large, firm turds in her bowels. I had half the head in and tried to wiggle it deeper. I needed some thrusting, some friction to bring my ejaculation. I pushed and struggled to penetrate the teen's packed ass.

I pulled away, momentarily defeated. “No go. Too tight. Not in.”

The girl's mother took my cock in her hand and bent down, sucking me into her mouth. My balls churned as she sucked, the woman drooling liberally around my shaft. She shocked me by removing my penis from her mouth and putting her lips on her daughter's sticky asshole. The woman licked the teen's swollen ring and pushed saliva inside. She lapped for a moment before sucking me again, once more covering my length with her spit. “Try now. Try now.”

I remounted the girl, my cock placed against her messy backdoor. I pushed forward, felt her opening dilate and yield slightly, the girl's tight butthole burning my cock as I sank an inch inside. The head of my cock popped into her bowels and the girl cried out in discomfort. My dick rested against the turds in her ass, and as I pushed again, I felt her stool shift and reform around my penetration.

I had half my cock inside when tingling in my groin triggered my thrusts. I withdrew a touch, her shit and tight hole nearly forcing my penis from her depths. I caught myself before completely slipping out, driving my shaft back inside. She cried out again and groaned against the invasion.

In and out, back in again, held still a moment, thrust and repeat. I humped the young teen's butt quickly, my movements tight and forced, the stool inside the girl packing and squishing as I moved. My cock streaked with brown, I smelled the girl's guts for the first time. Dark and earthy, sharp and overpowering, the teen's odors almost caused me to gag.

Instead, my penis enlarged, growing, spurting precum as it was slipping deeper against the contents of her bowels. The shit got looser, moving freely in the girl's ass as I thrust and withdrew and humped against her wide hips. For the first time, the girl let out a moan that sounded pleasant, and I unloaded, ejaculating hard into her shit-filled guts. I squirted once, twice into her stool, her tight anus restricting and tightening my spurts, my seed firing out a third, fourth time to soak into the teen's shitty-bowels. Another thrust dribbled the last of my load and I held tight against the girl's backside, cock buried deep in her ass, my semen held tightly inside.

“Ok! Ok! Yes! In there. In there.” The mother's voice was singsong over the orgasmic buzzing in my ears as I shuddered against her daughter, completing my ejaculation into the young teen's bowels. My penis began to shrink and it was quickly pushed out of the girl's anus, slithering out to slide down the hairy snatch below. Brown streaks marked her dark pubes as I pulled back and tried to catch my breath.

The teen's asshole stood open a bit, gaping from my penetration. Semen leaked freely from her tight hole, dripping, sticky and warm, onto the girl's pubic hairs and puffy labia. I could see a brown turd starting to crown and push out.

I'd done all I could do for the child, now it was up to her.

She squatted down again, a wet fart and bubbling cum slipping from her straining anus. She moaned and rocked her hips. I stood back and couldn't take my eyes from her dilating asshole.

A long, dark-brown turd emerged and hung down from her butt, slick and glistening from my semen. It grew heavy and dropped into the slit trench, breaking away from the bulk still moving from the girl's bowels. She grunted again, twitched and shuddered as her anus stretched to allow a bigger poo to fall free and splatter in the hole. Again she pushed and again a long turd slid out and broke away.

The teen defecated like that for a couple of minutes, the pile of shit growing to a size I couldn't have imagined would have fit in the girl's bowels. Her anus sputtered, squishy, looser stool finally shooting free and dropping below. As the teen defecated freely for the first time in days, her mom looked triumphant. “Yes. Told. Yes. Always work. Always work.”

The girl was moaning as she strained to finish her shit. Small, loose turds slid free, some runny and others squishy. The smell from her bowels was intense, overpowering. Her asshole was coated with sticky shit, and as the girl bore down once more, I saw her anus expand, pass a wide, small poo, and snap shut.

The teen panted as she squatted, barely able to stay on her feet. Her mother took her shoulders and held her as she recovered from her first bowel movement in four days. The girl's ass clenched, relaxed, clenched again, I was sure the girl's hole was very sore by that point.

To my surprise, the girl started laughing, then singing. She rose up, kissed her mom's cheek, and shuffled to me, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me. She said something in Cham that I couldn't understand, and her mother translated. “She say. Grateful. Happy. You her savior. She want you something. Want you something for thanks.”

I eyed the smiling, sweaty teen and had no idea what she meant. The girl dropped to her knees and took my soiled, drooping penis into her mouth before I could stop her. She sucked me quickly, cleaning away the poo that had coated it while fucking her ass. The teen licked up and down, taking me deep in her throat and letting her tongue wipe away the filth. I heard a long, loud wet fart again, her bowel movement having finally freed up deeper contents.

The girl bobbed up and down, my penis now clean and back to its normal shade of light brown. I felt my balls tense and I humped the girl's mouth, the suction of her young lips drawing forth my seed quickly. I held her head, forcing my penis into her throat. She stilled, my dick expanding against her tongue.

I exploded, ejaculating my seed down the young teen's throat. She swallowed, gagged, pulled back as the next shot flew across her lips. Her mother had closed the distance and knelt immediately, taking my dick from her daughter and slamming it into her mouth. My third, fourth, fifth shots splashed into the woman's throat and pooled on her tongue before she swallowed.

I sank onto my backside, drained in more ways than one. The smiling teen and her mother both had sperm on their lips and drooling from the corners of their mouths. “You do right. Do good. She thank you this way. I help thank.” She pointed back toward the deeper treeline. “Food?”

I nodded, buzzing from my second orgasm. I was definitely in need of food and could use a bath and a nap. The mother took her daughter in one arm and me in the other, almost pushing us toward our destination.

Like I said, absolutely crazy experience. One of the strangest among many strange things I've been through. I ate a meal with the woman and her daughter in a small, simple one-room hut, leaned the mother's name was 'Wie' and the daughter was 'Nguya,' pronounced 'new-Ya,' who had just turned thirteen. A cluster of structures similar to Wie's made up the tiny village which they shared with a dozen or so other women and girls and young boys, maybe four or five old men. The boys over eight and men under forty were required to be elsewhere, serving the government in one way or another, and left them to grind out a very difficult life in the village.

That night I slept in the bed that that Wie shared with her daughter. It was a tight squeeze, but after we all undressed and bathed, it felt wonderful curled up around Nguya with Wie behind me, pressed against my back. I slept well, drained and quietly thankful that my earlier misunderstanding hadn't referred to a dead girl.

Instead, I'd fucked the ass of a thirteen-year old girl and helped her relieve several days of discomfort with my penis and semen.

I left Wie and Nguya the next morning and crossed into Thailand, never since returning to Cambodia. I'd like to one day, and maybe, just maybe, I'll see if I can find Wie and Nguya again and stay with them another night.

I'm thinking about telling more about my travels, the women I've known. One day. Not today.

Let me know in the form below if you think it worthwhile. I've kept a journal during my trips. Well, several journals that I have to change out and mail to my one long-term friend regularly. I've been lucky enough to fuck many women and girls in many different countries, perhaps I'll tell you about them one day.