Kabouso, mate of Lokali, didn't return back to the village until four
weeks later. Every single night while he was away, John and Lokali slept
together. Much to her delight and joy, she soon discovered that her new
bed partner was always willing and able to satisfy her lust with his
strange and extremely pleasant methods of fucking.
Then to top it all, she discovered that she had missed her monthly
bleeding and that she was pregnant.
When she told John the good news, he was horrified since he figured
that it was going to be a give away of the fact that he was fucking
her.
But when he saw the joy and happiness of Lokali he suddenly
remembered what his father had explained to him and his mother about the
ways and beliefs of the tribe.
It regularly happened that a young girl - without a mate yet - would
get pregnant, and as his father sadly explained, instead of being looked
upon as very unacceptable, it was most welcomed by every one, especially
the parents of the girl. It was a common belief, he had heard his father
explain to his mother, that a woman was blessed with a child when the
spirits were happy with her or with the tribe in general.
Worst still, the fatherhood of the baby was not attributed to a
woman's mate in particular but to the whole tribe. In other word, the
responsibility of the birth of a newborn, as the people of the tribe saw
it, was not the result of copulation of the female, it was believed that
the spirits made the woman pregnant as a reward.
These people had not yet established the relation between pregnancy
and copulation.
As he recalled his father's words, John now realized that he had
nothing to fear from Kabouso. More important still, it occurred to him
that he could safely fuck any woman he wanted - provided of course that
she kept her mouth shut about it - and have nothing to worry about
getting blamed for her pregnancy.
There was something else that his father had said to his mother -
mostly while he was eating at the table - about the extremely low rate
of birth among the couples of the tribe.
It seemed, as his father had explained one day, that the tight
strings that all men wore around their male organ had something to do
with this. It also helped to explain why girls under marrying age got
pregnant much easily than the more mature women. The partners of these
young girls was most likely a boy that didn't wear the tight string
yet.
John could now see the logic in this. Those young girls like Takowa -
they probably all had sex very early in life - they got laid by boys who
were not considered men yet and thus had no right to wear the sign of
manhood which was the tight leather string around the base of their
penis as well as all around it. It then occur to John that he would be
doing these people a favor by getting as many of their women pregnant as
he could.
He was not wearing any tight string around his male organ and he
certainly did not intended to wear one either. Beside he wasn't
considered an adult yet - even though he knew that the next spring
festivities would make him one.
When Kabouso got back, Lokali told him immediately the good news
about her pregnancy. Upon hearing this, he rushed out of the hut to
shout his joy to the whole village as was expected of him by Lokali.
But now that her husband was back, John had to sleep once again on
his mat near the entrance of the hut. Also during the nights he was once
again a witness to Lokali moaning while she and her mate were fucking.
He was not jealous of course, he had expected this to happen, but it
made him feel bawdy and a little envious of Kabouso's good fortune. But
Lokali was still more than eager to have sex with John again, and it
soon became a regular exercise in the morning. As soon as Kabouso was
gone for the early morning hunt, Lokali would beg John to join her on
her mat. The first morning he refused, but being used to fuck her many
times a day during the last four weeks, he couldn't resist her pleas for
more than two days. When she begged him again on the third morning, he
rushed into her arms and they fucked till noon. From then on, every
morning after her mate had left for the hunt, he would join her for an
hour and fuck her slippery hole.
The community life in the new location of the village was back to
normal and John continued to help old Samouno collecting herbs and
roots. By now he had learned to pound and mix the roots and dried herbs,
he was even permitted to brew numerous potions that were labeled and
sealed ready to be used if the need should arise.
Every evening he went back to sleep in Kabouso's hut and every time
that Lokali's mate was not there he indulged himself into her arms.
She was always eager to have him, and more often than not she was the
one to initiate their lovemaking. It became clear to John that she
couldn't get enough of his new and exiting ways of making love.
Of course she was also under the impression that having lost much of
his spirit, he was now unable to resist her and she believed that she
could make him do anything she wished since his spirit now belong to
her.
So every chance she got, she made him suck and lick her woman parts
and afterward they would fuck in these forbidden positions that he had
taught her.
More and more now, old Samouno let John assisted him in the many
rituals performed while he would administer his healing and pain
relieving brews.
The old man, John knew, was near the end of his life. Being the
oldest in the village he now tiered easily. He was now almost blind and
John doubted very much that he would last much longer.
A month after the spring festivities - John was now a man in the eyes
of everyone - a young mother whose only child had died suddenly during
the night, was brought to Samouno's care. Her breasts were greatly
swollen with milk since her baby was no longer around to suck them.
Because of the taboo on women sexual parts, it was unthinkable to expect
another child to suckle her and much less her mate, but still the
pressure within her breasts had to be decrease somehow.
She was left in Samouno's care while she was in great pain.
As soon as she was brought to his hut, she was made to stretch in the
annex to Samouno's hut, which had been built to take care of the
sick.
Everyone knew what needed to be done to her, but no one was willing
to do it.
All that she needed was for someone to drain the milk from her
extremely hard and dripping breasts. But nobody, not even her mate was
willing to do this.
They would prefer to see her died rather than suck her breasts with
their mouth.
John suggested that they send for a child still breasts feeding and
thus have it suckling her. But even this was taboo to these people since
a child could only breasts feed from his mother. Should a child suckle
from a breast other than his mother's, he or she would be forever
deprive of his or her spirit.
The woman's name was Keria. She was the mate of Manton a hunter who
always went with Kabouso on expeditions. She was under twenty and had a
beautiful body with nicely turned hips and a round bottom that curved
back in a most appealing manner. As for her breasts, they were enormous
in their present state. Both nipples were covered with milk that dripped
constantly from each tip to flow in the deep valley between her breasts
then to finally immerge near her belly button. It would then drip around
her left side as she lay stretched on the mat.
Of course, had she been in England they would have used a small
manual suction pump to relieve the pressure gradually and within a week
she would have stop producing milk completely.
John watched as the old man made her drink a mixture of powdered
mushrooms and roots mixed in hot water. The mushroom powder was to
reduce some of the pain since it was intended to put her in an advanced
drunken-like state while the powdered roots was to reduce the formation
of milk.
John knew that the mushrooms were effective since he had already seen
their effect before, but as for the roots, he very much doubted that it
would reduced her production of milk since it was a common root with a
ginger-like taste that grew everywhere in the forest. Beside he had
never hears of their having such an effect.
After making her drink the potion, Samouno told John to stay with the
woman since he was not felling well, he then went to his hut so as to
lie down for a while.
This was the first time ever that John was left along with one of
Samouno's patient, he felt very proud of the trust that the old man had
in him.
He sat on the floor next to Kerla and he observed her. It took only a
few minutes for the powder mushroom to take effect on the woman and she
was soon sleeping.
Her body often jerked with spasms of pain and she often mumbled words
that John couldn't make out.
She had a very pleasant face with high cheekbones and sensuous lips.
Her hairs were long while her complexion was lighter than average. In
England she wouldn't have any trouble to be mistaken for an Arab or
Indo-Asian.
As he watched her lying there close to him, he began to feel his cock
twitching in his short pants.
She was completely naked since Samouno always insisted that all those
that remained in his care to be treated by him were to be so.
He looked at the dark curls around her cunt and he then moved his
head closer to her leg's junction. While he was examining her, she
suddenly threw one leg over his hand thus exposing her cunt completely.
Her fat lips were parted a little and he could see the reflected light
from the fire glittering on the moisten coral color interior of the
entrance of her vagina. Her clitoris, higher up was still concealed in
the folds of her lips. As soon as he stretched her cunt't lips with his
fingers, she suddenly moved both legs even farther apart and he was able
to see the impudent morsel of flesh also glistering in the fire
light.
Very lightly, he let his finger move to her clitoris. The instant he
was in contact with it, her body jerked and the tender morsel began to
swell until it had the appearance of a young boy's penis.
To stimulate her more would have been risky since he didn't know to
what extent the mushrooms brew had affected her.
John thus took his hands from between her legs. Instead he proceeded
to gently feel her right breast. When his hand reached the nipple, he
was surprised to see the drops of milk appearing with the slightest of
pressure on it. Again and again he gently pressed the tip of her pointed
breast, so much milk was pouring out of her teat that a small puddle was
rapidly forming on the mat near her waist. He then treated the other
breast in a similar way and this seamed to relieved the pressure a
little and she stop moving, soon she felt into a sound sleep.
By now a voluptuous sensation prevailed throughout his whole body and
his erection was so hard that it was actually hurting him, constricted
as in was in his ragged short pants. With a drop of milk still clinging
on the tip of his longest finger, he brought it to his lips and he let
it fall on his tongue.
It was still warm and its taste was a little sweet, not unlike goat
milk that he remembered drinking when he used to live in England as a
young boy.
It made him feel extremely bawdy, again he tasted her milk and he
still wanted more. Why not drink it at the source, he told himself?
Carefully, he bent over his head until his lips were touching the
enormous nipple. As soon as he felt it slip between his lips, he had the
impression of having a child thumb in his mouth.
With his lips pressing tightly on her nipple, he suddenly felt a few
drops of milk against his tongue. Then as he applied pressure with his
hand a little, a thin jet of milk flew into his mouth.
Like a thirsty child he then began to eagerly suck on her milk-full
breast. The outpouring became so great that he had to stop so as to
swallow, on and on it went and he soon was drunk with her milk.
He couldn't get enough of it and with both of his hands squeezing her
breast his mouth drank on the now jetting milk.
He then became aware of Keria's hand around his head urging him on
even though she was still half-unconscious. While his mouth was still
sucking he looked at her face. She was asleep, no doubt she was dreaming
that her baby was suckling her.
When he had dried up one breast, he worked on the other one until it
was also dried. He next got up and he looked at her. She was sound
asleep now, she even had a smile on her lips.
With the pain now gone she was resting peacefully and although John
was dying to fuck her, he thought it unwise to take such a chance since
Samouno could well enter without any notice.
He kept watch on Keria for the rest of the night and before going
back to his hut the next morning, he drained her breasts once more with
his eager mouth.
When Samouno came to replace him he had no difficulty to awaken her
and as soon as she got up, she did confess that she was feeling well and
she had no more pain. She tanked them both and she left at the same time
that John did.
As soon as John was out of hearing range from Samouno, he told her
that she would start feeling pain again by evening and she would have to
spend the night again in Samouno's healing room soon. Of course she
didn't believe him, she simply smiled at him and walked to her hut.
When John got back to his hut, Lokali was waiting for him. Her mate
had left a little earlier and he wasn't due to be back until early
evening she told him.
She then threw her arms around his neck and she dragged him to the
mat where she instantly removed her loincloth. Of course with all the
excitement of the night, John was more than willing to submit to her
will. They did everything that was possible to do between a male and a
female, he was even allowed to fuck her in her rear hole, a thing that
had never been heard off in the village.
Later that same day, Samouno died. He was found dead by Keria's mate
who had gone to tanks him with food and a pelt.
As was the custom of the villagers, the body was brought to the
center of the village and placed on a huge pile of branches. All through
the night, the women cried their grief around the body while the men sat
in a huge circle around the pile of branches on which the body rested.
They then began to state all the good deed that the old man had done and
how he was going to me missed by the people of the village.
Then just as the first lights of dawn appeared, the fire was set to
the pile and while the body was consumed, everyone chanted so that
Samouno's spirit would remain within the village.
That same day, Wamna the chief sent for John. Since he was to be
Samouno's replacement he was given the medicine's man hut and annex and
from then on he was expected to live there and perform all the duties of
the medicine man.
Early that evening Keria was brought back to the hut of the medicine
man. Once more she was in pain from her swollen breasts.
John felt a surge of excitement when her mate helped her inside the
annex. Of course she would have to remain the night he told him, and he
was not to worry, he promised him that in the morning she would feel
fine again.
He made her stretch on the mat once again and he made her drink hot
water with mint leaves, nothing more. He didn't want her to be drugged
with the mushroom powder since he felt sure that it could be habit
forming in the long run. Beside it was his intention that she should
know exactly what was he was going to do to her.
She was in great pain and he explained to her that being the medicine
man of the village, the spirits had given him specials privileges and
that the things that he was going to do to her had to be kept a
secret.
Of course she agreed and she begged him to alleviate her pain
immediately.
Taking a dear pelt from the many that were neatly folded in a corner,
he placed it over her head so that she wouldn't be able to see him. Then
he told her that she was to be very still as he would begin the healing
process.
First he touched her breasts one after the other, watching the drops
of mild appearing on each nipple. Her breasts were harder than the
previous day still and he had to restrained himself so as not to glue
with his mouth on them.
For long minutes she endured his hands without moving and then he
lightly applied his lips to one nipple then to the other.
He wanted her to know what he was going to do before doing it and
thus give her a chance to protest before it was too late. Should she not
be in agreement with what he was about to do, it would only be a matter
of convincing her then.
He saw her hands twitch when she realized that he had his lips on her
nipple but apart from that she remained very still. By applying pressure
on his lips he squeezed a few drops of milk from one breast then he did
the same thing with the other.
Soon his mouth became bolder and he sucked the entire nipple into his
mouth and he was able to feel the jets of milk inundating his tongue. On
and on he sucked, and now both of his hands were pressing as he felt the
flow of milk greatly increase in his mouth.
It took him over ten minutes to empty her left breast, and when he no
longer tasted her milk he moved his mouth to the right one which she now
readily pushed forward for his mouth, and as soon as he began sucking he
felt both of her hands behind his head as she cradled his head against
her bosom in a most tender way.
By the time he was done, he knew that he had pumped at least two cups
of milk from her. He remained a long time with his head on her breasts
and with one nipple still in his mouth. Now that the pain was gone from
her breasts John could tell that she was beginning to be sexually exited
by the presence of his squeezing lips around her nipple as she kept
opening and closing her legs.
He was dying to fuck her but he dared not since it wouldn't do to
have her tell everyone in the village what he had done to her. No, first
he had to make absolutely certain of her discretion on that matter.
With his head still on her breast, he wispered to her.
"Keria, how would you like it if I was to give you something that
would make you pregnant again?"
"Oh, you could do this Swana Jaan?"
Like most people, she had trouble pronouncing John's name, but what
pleased John most of all was the fact that she had made use of Swana
before saying his name.
Swana was a title reserved for someone of importance, like the
village chief or a guest.
Of course old Samouno was always referred as Swana Samouno, and this
was probably why Keria had called John thus.
"Yes it is in my power to start the process even this very night. But
there are dangers involved. If you ever reveal this secret that the
spirits gave me, you and your family will all die. So before you agree
to this you must swear that what will happen here tonight will never be
revealed."
John could tell that she was frighten, he even thought that he had
overdid the scaring part a little too much.
"Of course if you don't say a word of what I am about to do, nothing
bad will happen to you, on the contrary you will fell your baby
beginning to grow in your belly and Manton your mate will be very proud
of you. But if you refuse what I am offering you now, you will probably
never have a baby again."
He was not lying when he said this about her never having a baby
again, and Keria also knew it since it was now rare for a family to have
more than one child. John had heard stories from the elders, there was a
time when the population of the tribe was almost twice as it was now and
every family had two or three children.
Finally Keria managed to say.
"I would never say a word, for I know that the spirits would punish
me and I am willing to let you begin the process of making me
pregnant."
With his heart beating very fast now, John removed the pelt from over
her head and he told her that he was going to prepare her potion to
drink. He poured beer in a clay cup then in front of her he added a
small quantity of the powdered mushroom, just enough to make her feel
good. Then he watched her eagerly drink the brew.
"Now for the second part of the ceremony I will do things to you that
may seem strange and you may even be tempted to object to them, but do
not interfere otherwise everything will be lost."
She nodded her agreement. Then he began one of the most pleasant
ceremony ever held.
First John made her climax by mean of his fingers while he again
sucked on her breasts.
Far from objecting, she even cooperated in everything he did to
her.
Then he tasted her cunt by applying his lips over it while he stood
on his knees between her raised legs that he swung over his shoulders.
More than once, he felt her pay tribute to his mouth as she tighten her
inner thighs around his head while her whole body was seized in the grip
of a series of convolutions.
Next, he taught her how to kiss mouth to mouth, and gradually he
moved himself on top of her and he inserted his stone-hard prick into
her now ready passage.
This new method of fucking was exiting her extremely, her moaning and
twisting body underneath him was proof enough of the fact that she was
greatly enjoying all these new things he was doing to her.
They fucked till the early hours of the morning and before she left,
he once again emptied her breasts. He did tell her that for the next few
days she would have to see him for a couple of hours each day. This
seemed to please her so much that she threw her arms around his neck and
she kissed him on the lips just like he had just taught her to do. As
she was leaving, she turned around and she asked him if she could tell
her mate Manton that she was going to have a baby.
John told her that she was going to have to wait many days before
telling him the good news.
John didn't see Lokali for half a dozen days after that. He didn't
miss her that much since each and every day he had the visit of Keria
who was now very eager to have him relieve the pressure in her breasts.
There was now no need to drain her breasts since the serge of milk that
she had undergone was over and he knew that if he should stop draining
her breasts each day she would gradually stop producing milk completely
without much pain.
One late evening when he was lying and thinking of the days events,
he heard someone call his name in front of his hut. He soon discovered
that Lokali was outside the entrance and as soon as he told her to enter
she rushed into his arms.
Her mate was gone for a couple of days and she wanted to spend the
night with him.
She left his hut just before daylight and less than an hour later it
was Keria's turn to pay him a visit. Of course both women were fucked
many times and it became apparent to John that in the future he could
have any of the two women at any time he so desired.
During the following months John learned a lot about the art of
healing. Some patient he treated for upset stomachs, others for nothing
more than a headache, but one child he treated for inflammation of the
throat and he knew that had he not given the child the powder of the
grounded leafs of an ugly looking bush that grew in the hills, the child
would have died for certain.
Beside his regular fucking of both Lokali and Keria, he was so busy
fulfilling his role of medicine man that he was barely aware of the days
going by until one day he realized that Keria had a slightly swollen
belly.
When he told her that it was time for her to announce the good new to
her mate, she said with a broad smile on her lips that he already knew
about it even though she had never said anything to him.
Since both Lokali and Keria had been in close contact with John in
the last few months, it soon became common knowledge through the village
that the medicine man Swana Jaan, - as they called him -was able to
influence the spirits so as to make women bear children's again.
Soon he had women of all ages and all shapes coming to see him for
imaginary illness.
Most of them he was able to fuck without any resistance from their
part. As for those that were more reticent to his strange treatments, he
gave them potions that weaken their will and he eventually fucked them
also.
By the time that Lokali and Keria gave birth to babies that were
almost white, the whole tribe realized that their white medicine man had
a powerful and very positive influence over the spirits. Why else would
the spirits give them white babies, so it had to be a sign that they
were approving of his strong medicine.
This is why James Duncan, while searching for Livingston in eastern
Africa in 1830, discovered an African tribe in which most of the people
under thirty were white while all those above that age were much darker
in complexion.
As for John, there was no mention in Duncan's report of meeting any
blond hair man among the older members of the tribe.
Little did he know that by then John had taken into the habit of
shaving off his body hairs as well as covering his pale skin with
dyes.
END
