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 The White Tribe of Africa Part 1

   By

   Mandil

   In the wet season the humidity was worse than the heat, and day after
day it was a repetition of the same weather with the daily sudden showers
at the end of each afternoon.  With all that heat and humidity, it was a
paradise for all sort of plants, not to mention the abundant animal life
everywhere that was sometimes very dangerous.  This was to be expected
since it was central Africa and the year was 1801.

   No wonder that the natives went about almost naked, thought John.  He
sometimes wished that he could remove some of his clothing that always
seemed to stick to his body in the damp heat.  Evenings were almost as bad
as the middle of the day, the late afternoon showers would cause a surge of
humidity in the air and the heat seemed even more suffocating then.

   Yes, he envied the natives and theirs nakedness.  More than once he had
tried to go around bared from the waist up, but his father, the Reverend,
wanted non of that, humidity or not.  It was not proper he insisted, that
someone civilized and educated should go around parading his nakedness,
beside they were suppose to show the natives the ways of the civilized man.
It was his father's intention to gradually make the natives change their
habit on this matter, and they all had to set an example.

   Of course his father didn't gain any ground on the matter of the dress
code of the natives, even if they had wanted to covered themselves, they
only had the half tanned leather pelts of beasts to wear.  Cotton and wool
was all but unknown to them.

   The women were the most indecently dressed according to John's father.
All of them, including the very old, went around with their breasts
exposed. The only piece of clothing that they wore - if it could be called
clothing - was a strap around their waist.  It held a small loincloth of
soft leather in the front which half covered the most private part of their
anatomy, but it still left their bottom checks exposed as well as their
breasts.

   And even then, they didn't wear this loincloth out of modesty - as John
later discovered - but to protect themselves from bruises and also to
prevent sand and other foreign particles from getting to that most tender
part of their body.

   As for the men, they had an identical loincloth but it was much shorter.

   Still, with great pride, they went around with a strip of leather
wrapped tightly around their penis so that it would boldly stick under the
edge of their loincloth thus making their male organ appear much longer
than it really was.  That part of their anatomy was a source of extreme
pride to them and it was a great honor to be well endowed in that part of
their anatomy.

   Reverend Charles Jacob Morton, his wife Anne and his son John had moved
to central-east Africa three years previously with a very specific aim.  He
was there to convert the natives to his faith and thus save them from
damnation.  John was twelve when they arrived in the lush jungle of Africa
but after three years of living with the natives he forgot much about the
ways of civilized people.

   When the Reverent J.C.  Morton had moved there, it was with the approval
and support of the Bishop in Cornwall.  Every six months, my mean of the
river, he received a load of supplies.  It was a very expensive task, as
well as being quite time consuming to ship supplies so far away from
England.  After all it was at the very beginning of the nineteen-century
and most ships still had to rely on the favorable winds to sail over the
seas.

   But now, over three years after his arrival in Africa, he and his family
hadn't had contact with the rest of civilization for over a year.  The
reason was that the Reverend had insisted that his family move farther
inland and thus away from the great river that was the source of his
supplied.

   They had met only a few dozen natives near the river and after two years
of living there all that he had done was to treat a few of them for broken
bones and infectious cut and bruises.  Not a single soul had been converted
to the Faith, The Reverend thus decided one day that he and his family were
going to move farther inland into one of the villages where he could be in
much closer contact with them.

   With the aid of porters, they had marched for over two weeks on a trail
that only the natives could see in the dense jungle.  Then after that, they
walked one more day on a fertile plain where hundreds upon hundreds of
animals of all kind were grazing.

   At the end of that time they arrived to a large village of about six or
seven hundreds souls living in huts of sticks and mud and having roofs
covered with large leafs so as to keep out the rain.  The village was
situated on the left bank of a small river that branched off with a larger
river downstream.

   All of the individual huts were arrange in concentric circles around a
central larger building where the villagers met for celebrations and
meetings.

   The natives had been aware of their coming and they were received with
honor and friendship and soon they were accepted as members of the tribe.

   Even the old medicine man was glad to have them around since he was
getting advance in years and there was no one else to replace him.

   They called themselves the Watiga - which met "spirit people" - and they
were a peace loving tribe with light brown skin.  On the average, they were
tall and good looking, and the sight of so many naked breasts, of all seize
and shapes, was a shock to John.

   When the Reverent noticed the effect that all of those bouncing and
swaying bosoms had on John, he warned him against taking pleasure on these
sights less the fire of hell should consume him on the spot.

   During the following six months, the Reverend - with the help of the
natives - built a small church with logs from the forest nearby, and right
next to the church they also built a two bedrooms house for him and his
family.

   Since the only available space for these new structures was outside the
perimeter of the third concentric circle of huts, they were thus built at
the far end of the village, and a good distance from the river.  A fact
that the Reverend soon considered a blessing since the villagers went
swimming completely naked in the cool water of the small river.

   From the village, there was no way for the Reverend to write home and
let the Bishop in England knows of his new location.  When he received his
last load of supplies, just before leaving for the interior, he had sent
back a letter saying that he was moving further inland.  But now being well
over two hundreds miles into the jungles he was no longer able to write
back or to receive any new or supplies.

   He hadn't waited for the approval from his superiors, instead he had
moved away less than a week after getting his last delivery of supplies. 
Had he waited for the approval of the Bishop, he knew that he would have
been told to remain where he was near the navigable river, and thus be able
to keep in contact with the rest of civilization.

   But he was a very dedicated man and he had to convert these people,
beside he now had a church and a decent house to live in and he had no
intention of moving back.  As he often said to his wife, he had enough work
in this village for a lifetime.

   Once a week, on those days that his father believed were Sundays, the
church was full and the sound of singing could be heard far away along the
river and as far as the low mountain range on the right bank of the small
river.

   People got up very early in the morning to find a seat in the church,
and those that couldn't get inside, remained outside and sang with those
inside.

   John often asked himself what was the purpose of all this.  Hundreds of
times he had heard the Reverend express his wish to save the villagers, but
save them from what?

   They had seemed to be perfectly happy when they first came into their
village, and further more, there were no poor here and everyone had plenty
to eat.  Which was certainly not the case back home in England.

   What was the use of teaching them the sins of civilization?  These
people were very religious in their own way.  They didn't steal, they
respected the elderly and above all they got along very well with each
other's.

   Why force them to cover their nakedness.  Beside it was the most
important source of pleasure in John's life.

   He never got tired of watching all those exposed bosoms, all that
voluptuous flesh that they didn't mind exposing for all to see.

   John could well remember that first time he had set his eyes on a bare
bosom three years previously when he was twelve.  This had happened less
than three weeks after he had arrived in Africa.  She was a young woman
that had come to see his father where they were living on the bank of the
great river.  She was accompanied by her mate and a young boy of five or
six who had cut his toe on a shell.  His foot was infected and swollen. 
The woman, who was his mother, wore only a strap at the waist and a small
piece of cloth was hiding the junction of her legs.  Her generous breasts
were completely exposed to John's eyes and as she walked around he became
mesmerized as they bounced and swayed.

   Previous to this experience, he had often tried to imagine the shape and
form of the swelling that was hidden on the front of his mother's loose
clothing.  Of course he never dared to ask her since he was well aware that
he would have been punished for his impudence.

   On that day he had followed the half-naked couple everywhere, in and
around the house.  When his mother realized why he was doing so, she sent
him to his room.  But even there he remained in front of the small window
so as to see them leave the house and thus get a last look at the breasts
of the woman.

   Now three years later, he was even more fascinated with the bodies of
women, but not once had he been able to touch the object of his desires and
admiration.  He never got tired of comparing the rigid and high breasts of
young girls with the full melons- like spheres of the more mature women.

   Very often he had to hide his state of excitement by sitting on the
ground or on a chair if he was in the house.  Sometimes, either his father
or his mother would notice this and on these occasions he was always warned
against taking pleasure in these spectacles, but he couldn't help himself
and he did enjoyed these sights greatly.

   He often had dreams at night in which he was permitted to touch those
splendid mounts of flesh that every woman exposed to his eyes without the
slightest hit of shame.  And why should they think of their body as being
shameful, he thought?  God had made them in his image, as his father often
said, and if this was so, it was certainly not shameful of them to expose
what God had created.  Why couldn't his parents see this?

   One day he and Nasabu - a boy his own age - were pushing one another as
they played in the river.  They were trying to climb on a big log that had
come floating downstream.  A group of older girls soon joined them and the
game then evolved in such a way that one of them had to remain on the log
while the others tried to push him or her off the log.  One of the older
girls, whose name was Takowa, managed to make him fall off the log. 
Instead of climbing on the log to take his place, she suddenly climbed on
his back instead.  She held herself with both of her arms around his neck
while her legs were wrapped around his waists.  When John felt the springy
and warm pressure of her naked breasts pressing against his back, he became
almost paralyzed.  Worst still, the heel of one of her feet was pressing
against the front of his short pants that he was wearing as a bathing suit.
In seconds his cock was as hard as it had even been in his life.  He had no
doubt whatsoever that Takowa was aware of his condition as she began to
giggle and move the back of her foot all over the front of his shorts.

   Soon, Nasabu also had one of the other girls on his back and the game
now changed to one of trying to make the other duo fall into the water.

   When John and Takowa did fall in the water, she tried to climb back on
him again but he refused to let her do so.

   He still had an erection and so as not to be seen by the others he went
into deeper water and remained there while Takowa looked at him with a
mocking smile on her lips.

   Even though she was fully aware of his condition, she kept silent about
it and John felt grateful for that.

   A couple of weeks later while John was bathing in the river once again,
he watched Takowa and Nasabu drifting slowly downstream and getting away
from the rest of the other bathers.  This was not the first time that he
was seeing them move away from the rest of the group and he became curious
as to what they were up to.  On these occasions they would be gone for up
to a couple of hours before he would see them again.  They both let the
current slowly carry them while they held to one another.

   He knew that he wasn't going to see them for a while and on that day he
decided to investigate the matter.

   He got out of the water the instant that he saw them disappear around a
bend in the river and without saying a word to anyone he began to walk
along the bank until he reached the spot that he had last seen them.

   He was just in time to see them leave the river farther downstream. 
They were holding hand and he watched them disappear between two large
boulders a couple of hundreds of feet from where he was.

   By the time that he reached the first of the two boulders, he knew
perfectly well that they were still hidden in-between them since he already
knew that the short trail led to a dead end and he hadn't seen them coming
out.  He began climbing on one of the big rocks and when he was half way to
the top he heard Takowa laughing.  John was now very intrigue, he even felt
a little jealous of Nasabu for being with beautiful Takowa.  They were both
his friends and he couldn't understand why they would want to hide from
him.

   Carefully now, so as to make as little noise as possible, he climbed the
rest of the way to the top.  While he was on his belly he then crawled
toward the edge until he could see both of them below.

   Takowa was stretched on her back while Nasabu sat on the ground next to
her.  John was in for a shock when he saw that Nasabu had both of his hands
on Takowa's firm breasts.  The same pointed cones he had felts pressing
against his back a few weeks previously.  Being about fourteen, she was
tall for her age and while she was lying on her back, John examined her
long legs and her plumb thighs, he also noticed that her hips were
beginning to swell as they did with mature women.

   He then felt a surge of envy.  Why was she letting him feel her breasts?

   Women's breasts were sacred, they were a source of food for their babies
and they were not to be touched except by a woman's mate, at least his
father the Reverend had said so.  John was very surprised to see that
Takowa, far from objecting the presence of Nasabu's hands over her bosom,
seemed to actually enjoy this.  He even saw her turn on her side so as to
give him better access.

   This went on for a few minutes during which time he saw Nasabu's manhood
become very erected, - being about John's age, he was too young yet to be
wearing the strip of leather around his organ -he noticed that even in its
present fully erected state, it was a good deal smaller than his own cock,
even if it was only half erected as it was now.  For the next few minutes
he watched him squeeze, mold, and press the twin mounts of her bosom.

   During that time Takowa's breathing became loud and fast.  He then had
another surprise when he saw her hand reach for his prick and after
fondling it for a while he saw her hand grab his balls which she lightly
squeezed a few times before returning her hand to his erection and
proceeded to stroke it.  John knew exactly what she was now doing since in
the last two years he had often stroke his cock in a similar manner when he
was in his room.  It always ended in much pleasure and a thick whitish
liquid being ejected from its tip.  How much more pleasant it must be, he
thought, to have the hand of Takowa do it.

   Why is she doing this?  It then occurs to him that there most probably
was much pleasure involved for her as well.

   This went on for a long time and then he saw Takowa getting on her hand
and knees in front of Nasabu, while her plumb and round bottom was facing
him, she waited expectantly until he got in position behind her.

   Nasabu then aimedthe tip of his cock between her legs at the base of her
bottom.  By then John knew exactly what they were about to do.  They were
going to copulate.  He had heard his father used that word - or its
equivalent in the Watiga language - while he explained to him what animals
were doing when they were thus engaged.  His father had also warned John
that it was a great sin for people to do this act if they were not married.

   Later when he had asked some of his friends why animals and human would
want to do such a thing, they all began to laugh at him, - even many of the
girls - at last he had been informed that it was because of the pleasure
involved and for no other reason.

   Now that he thought about it, he was reminded of the use of his hand on
his erection and he figured that there must be a similar pleasure involved
for both of them.

   Much later in life, he discovered that the natives had no knowledge
whatsoever of the fact that it could also be an act of procreation. 
Because of their high degree of spirituality, they had never associate
fucking with pregnancy.

   They accepted the fact that theirs women became pregnant and they
believed that it was a blessing from the spirits and it had nothing to do
with copulation.  For these people, each newborn child had the virtues as
well as the weakness of the whole tribe.

   If there were many strong hunters in the tribe, the newborn babies would
also become strong hunters.  It was thus irreverent for them if a girl
became pregnant and didn't have a mate yet since they believed that any
woman old enough could be blessed by the spirits and thus become pregnant.

   Naturally the Reverend had explained to John this false pagan belief of
the tribe, and when John had asked him why he didn't explain to them the
true nature of birth, his father said that it was indeed his intention to
do so.  But because of the fact that their beliefs in this matter were so
strong and old, he thought that it was wiser to wait a little.  Even then
he would have to be very careful, he explained to John, since they might
interpret this as blasphemy against the spirits.  The shock involved in
hearing the truth could well make him and his family, enemies of the tribe.
Before he began explaining everything to them he had to be well established
among them, only then could he teach them, a little by little, the real
nature of conception.  Otherwise, learning the truth could cause them great
harm since most of them were committing adultery not to mention that it was
going to discredit their spiritual beliefs.

   It then became evident to John that what he was about to witness between
Takowa and Nasabu was indeed an act of copulation, and worse still it was
plain that they had often done this before, Takowa could well be pregnant
by now.

   He watched Nasabu's hardness gradually disappear between her twin bottom
cheeks.  They both remained motionless for a while and during that time
Nasabu's hands kept on squeezing her breasts and as she endure and probably
enjoyed his handling of her bosom, he notice an expression a pure pleasure
on her face.  Nasabu began to move in and out, slowly at first then he
increased his tempo much to Takowa's delight as she began to gasp and moan
in pure ecstasy.  He saw Takowa's head turned first one way then the other
while her mouth was half-opened and strange sounds were continuously coming
out of it.  Sounds that he had often heard at night coming from the nearest
huts to his room.

   He then realize that he was jealous of Nasabu, and while he watched them
he seized his own erection in his hand and he proceeded to stroke it in
sequence with the copulating couple below him.

   He felt so lewd by now that a dozen strokes later, the familiar white
discharge jetted to a great distance from the tip of his cock in half a
dozen spurts.  Some of it actually went over the side of the rock to fall
only a few feet from Nasabu below.

   By now they were at the height of pleasure, then as soon as Nasabu did
climax, he collapsed on Takowa's back thus forcing her to fall on her belly
against the ground.  They remained in that position for a long time, then
at last he got off.  Without a word being exchanged between them, they
stood up and began walking back the way they had come.  John then heard
them laughing as they entered the river.

   This incident was a turning point in John's life.  From that day on he
began to observe closely what was going on around the village, and beside
Nasabu and Takowa, he saw many other couples of young people - many still
children - going into the forest together or even toward the many caves a
little upstream.

   As he observed more closely what went on around him he noticed that most
of the adult's population of the village acted very strangely when the sun
went down.

   For instance, there was Konawa, a tall warrior who had his hut only a
few hundred feet from John's house.  He often left his wife and her child
by themselves in early evenings.  John had often watched him leave quietly
and walk toward the edge of the forest where he would enter only to
reappear a few minutes later further away from the river only to be lost to
his sight.  One evening John decided to follow him.  He was surprised to
see him entering the first hunter's hut by mean of a hole in the side of
the grass-covered wall.  The hidden entrance was facing away from the other
huts, thus no one could see Konawa entering.

   John was already aware that the first hunter had left the village and
gone into the mountain the previous day.  He had gone with a group of
hunters on an exploring and hunting expedition.  As first hunter, Kabouso
was expected to lead his men and he therefore often left his beautiful wife
Lokali all by herself.  Lokali and Kabouso were childless, as were many of
the couple in the villag.

   John had often seen Lokali in the village.  Being about twenty-two or
twenty-three she was tall with a splendid voluptuous body.  John knew that
Konawa didn't want to be seen entering Lokali's hut - especially since her
husband was not there with her - and he now realized that he went there to
copulate with her.

   On that particular evening, he had quietly walked where the hole into
the wall was and he had placed his ear close to the now hidden hole.  He
soon heard pretty Lokali moaning and gasping in pleasure from the inside.
He immediately recognized the noises that Lokali was making from inside the
hut, it was very similar to what had come out of Tokowa's mouth just a
couple of weeks previously while she was copulating with Nasabu between the
two boulders.

   The Reverend and his family were by now fluent in the strange dialect
spoken by the natives.  Every Sundays, with the church packed to capacity,
the Reverend would make them sing and then he would begin to preach them
about the many sins which they didn't even know existed before the Reverend
came to live with them.

   John's father insisted greatly on the sins of the flesh and so as to
prove his point the Reverend made it a rule that no one could enter his
church without having their nakedness decently covered.  Sometimes John saw
strange and even funny spectacles and events unfolding in the church
because of this.  At one time, one of the villagers and his mate, who were
both seated in the front row began to argue, then the man suddenly pulled
on his mate's dear skin that was covering her bosom.

   He must have thought that he wasn't properly covered since his upper
body was bared, and he thus took the only garment that his mate had on -
except for her loin skin - to hide his own nakedness.

   The people of the village loved and respected the Reverend and they were
always willing to lend him a hand.  He never had to worry about meat and
fruits since they always brought him plenty to feed himself and his family.

   Besides being considered a spiritual guide, he was also thought off as
one who could talk to the spirits and he was often consulted on many of the
decisions to be made by the village council of elders.  But more important
still - probably not in the Reverend's view - he thaught them many things
about their every day life.

   One of the project he undertook was to make wooden pipes using the small
hollow threes that grew in the swamp on the other side of the river.  With
their help he was able to construct a pipes system that brought water from
a spring that was flowing in the hills, right into the center of the
village.  Thus everyone had cool water at hand instead of using the water
of the river that had a strong taste of swamp gases.

   Equally important in the eyes of the natives, he was known as a healer.

   They had no knowledge whatsoever about the art of resetting broken limbs
so that bones could heal without causing permanent damages, and every time
there would be an accident, people would seek his aid.

   The Reverend thought John how to read and write and beside reading the
bible he was encourage to read from the many books they had, either on
medicine, art or history.

   By the time he was fourteen he was well informed on many things, except
those that matters most to him which were things that had to do with the
sexual aspect of the human body and the human mind.

   One day he began to wonder in what ways the people of his own race
differed in the act of procreating, or copulating as his father sometimes
referred to it in disgust.

   But the only couple of his own race around was his father and mother.

   He had often noticed that his father didn't try to hide himself when he
kissed his mother on the cheek or on the forehead.  Such an act, although
very common in the civilized world, was unthinkable in the village, it was
totally unaccepted.  People didn't kiss, not even on the cheek.  It was
said that any man that dared place his lips on any part of a woman's body
would soon lose his maleness and he would gradually become weak, since each
time he would do this, part of his essence would flow into the woman.  His
father had explained to John that this was all nonsense and to prove this
he often kissed his mother in front of him...

   John had learned much from reading books.  For one thing he had been
able to learn from a book on poetry - his father had forbidden him to touch
that book - many of the terms that the civilized people use to describe the
sex act and those parts of the human body that he had no name for in the
white man's language.  For example copulating was also 'fucking' and the
male part was a 'prick' or a 'cock' while the female bosom were called
'breasts' or 'tits' and that part of her lower body where the cock went in
was her 'cunt'.

   But John wanted to know more about the customs and ways of the white
people.  For this reason he decided one day that he was going to try and
find a way to watch his mother and father copulate or fuck as the civilized
people called it.

   He knew that they were doing it since he sometimes heard his mother
makes the same characteristic noises that he had learn to associate with
fucking.  Beside, he had also heard his mother telling his father that she
thought that she was pregnant since she had missed her monthly bleeding. 
But it later tuned out of be a false alarm.

   It occur to him that if he could hear his mother's cries of ecstasy as
she was being fucked he could also probably find a way to watch them in
their bed.  All he had to do was to choose a convenient spot and remove the
dry grass from in-between the thin and parallel poles of the partition that
separated his room from theirs.  He would then have a perfect view of what
was going on in his parent's room.

   He waited until the Reverend was away somewhere in the village and while
his mother was busy preparing dinner, he used the knife he already had
taken from the kitchen and he got busy removing the tight dried grass from
between two poles just opposite his parent's bed on his side of the wall.
The wall was just a few feet away from his bed - which was in the center of
his room so as to be out of reach of the insects that sometimes crawled on
the wall - and he was soon able to push his knife in the space between the
two poles.

   When he looked through the hole he could see his parent's bed in the
middle of the larger room.  After picking up the fallen dry grass from the
floor, he lightly plug the hole with some of the fallen grass and he left.

   The first night he was disappointed.  He sat on the edge of his bed in
the darkness waiting for his parents to retired to their room, but he felt
asleep and when he woke up the next morning, he still had his legs hanging
off the bed.

   But the following night he had better luck, he was able to watch them
enter the room together, but they each went to undress and urinate behind
the screen that was for this purpose.  When his mother came from behind the
knitted grass mat, she was already wearing a long nightgown.  His father
then blew the candle and they were soon both asleep judging from his
mother's regular breathing and his father's snoring.

   Only a couple of days later was he was able to witness them fucking.

   They had gone to bed early that evening and the instant they entered
their room John knew that he was going to be a witness to something
different that evening.

   First he watched his father slap his mother's rump in a friendly manner.

   Later when she emerged from behind the screen, he saw that she hadn't
bothered to button the neck of her gown while they stared at one another in
a funny way.

   John's father then sat on the edge of the bed and his wife went to sit
next to him as they whispered words he couldn't understand from where he
was.

   Then, to John's distress, his father put out the candle that was on a
small table next to their bed.

   For the next half minute John couldn't see much inside their room, but
soon his eyes became accustomed to the darkness and he could see their
silhouettes as they still sat on the edge of the bed.  Outside the moon was
still low in the sky but much of its light was reflected from the calm
surface of the river and entered through the cotton screen of their window
thus allowing him to see a little in the half darkness.

   They had their arms around each other's neck and they were kissing, he
could even hear the smacking of their lips.

   This went on for quite a while then gradually his father's hands went to
the front of his mother's gown and he saw him knead her breasts while their
kissing became more passionate.

   By now John was very exited and one of his hand went to his manhood
while his eyes remained glued to the tiny slit.  All of a sudden he saw his
mother raise both arms over her head while his father pulled her gown off.
Before she had time to stretch on her back, John had a good look at her
plumb bosom.  Then while she was still lying on her back, his father lifted
her left breast with both of his hands and he place his mouth on it.

   John was shocked, he had trouble believing what his eyes were seeing.

   Of course he knew that his father often kissed his mother and he didn't
mind it when it was on the cheek or the forehead or even on the lips, but
to kiss her breast as he was doing now was quite another matter.  He was
trying to suck on her breast just like a baby would do, and worst still,
his mother was enjoying and encouraging him with both of her hands at the
back of his neck, pushing his mouth even harder against her breast.

   At last his father removed his mouth from her breast and he kissed her
once again on the lips.  He then got off the bed and he remove his gown.

   John knew that by now they were both naked and that his father was going
to fuck his mother.

   But instead, his father went back to kissing her other breast while his
hand caressed the first one.  This went on for another ten minutes and by
the end of that time they were both very exited judging by the low moaning
that could be heard coming from his mother's mouth.

   Either there was now more reflected light coming from the moon or John's
eyes were getting better in seeing in the darkness, but he could now see a
lot more details about his parents lying in bed.

   While his father still had his lips glued on the large breast of his
mother, his hand went lower over her body until he saw it moving on the
long curls growing on her lower body.  Much to John surprise he saw his
mother react by opening her legs wider so as to allow him to fell her
everywhere between her legs.

   John knew - having heard about it from his friends - that this was the
joy giving hole, or the cunt that each and every woman has.  His friends
had also explained to him that there were hidden power there and that it
was very dangerous for a man to touch such a place with his hand and play
with this most sacred place.  It surprised him greatly that his mother was
permitting such fondling on her joy hole.  But why not, no harm would come
to her, his father was the one who was going to have his spirit weakened as
part of it would enter his wife through her sacred hole.

   Ever since John has been a young lad, the Reverend had been his teacher
and he had made sure that his son was going to have a broad knowledge of
all that is important to know in the world, but he had failed miserably in
teaching him about the sexual relationship between a man and a woman.

   O course had John been living in England, he would have been able -
sooner or later - to learn this by himself either from the other boys of
his age or just by observing people around him.  But in this isolated
place, his only source of information on the matter had been his friends
and the people of the village with their many taboos about sex.

   Everyone knew that the only part of a man that could safely touch the
female sacred hole was that male part which the spirits had made for this
special purpose.  The price to pay for not conforming to this rule was the
eventual lost of part or even all of the male spiritual power.

   John had often heard the story of a great warrior named Onahika who long
ago had two mates.  One of his wives became afraid of loosing him to the
other, so one night she prepared a special brew that made him sleep.  She
made him drink it just before he stretched next to her, then while he was
sleeping on his back she squattered over his head and she rubbed her joy
hole all over his face and mouth.  The next morning when Onahika rose, he
was weak, both physically and spiritually, and from that day on he became
his mate's slave in every way, he even sent his second woman away so as to
please the first.

   As John watched his father and mother on the bed he was reminded of this
story and he became afraid for his father's sake and a little angry at his
mother for allowing him to do this.

   His father's fingers were now moving all over between her legs, then the
moonlight was reflected from the wetness between the lips guarding her joy
hole and John knew that his father had pulled apart the guardian lips. 
Suddenly, to his astonishment and horror, he saw two of his father's
fingers disappear inside his mother joy hole.

   It was too late now since harm was already been done.  Why hadn't his
mother not stop him?  Surely she knew the consequence of his action, yet
she did allow him to do this.

   It then occured to John that this was not the first time that his father
was playing with this sacred part of his mother's body.  They had been
living together for many years by now, and surely it wasn't a coincidence
that the very first time he happened to watch them he was a witness to this
practice.  No, John became convinced that his father had previously often
plunged his fingers into his mother's cunt.  Then for the first time ever,
he began to have doubts about the fear that the villagers had regarding the
joy hole or cunt of their women.

   His mother was now in such a state of excitement, that for a few seconds
he thought that she was possessed by a bad spirit as she twisted her lower
body on the bed and shove her cunt against his father's hand.

   He could tell that his father was then moving his finger all over her
cunt and this was causing his mother to make strange sounds and it was
plain to see that she was greatly enjoying the motion of his hand in and
over her cunt's lips.

   After a while she began to toss her body wildly over the bed while her
head began to move one way then the other.  Finally he saw her lifting her
bottom from the bed as she shouted to his father to move faster.  For long
seconds she remained with her bottom off the bed while his father's hand
rubbed her between the legs.  After a while she suddenly collapsed on her
back.

   But no sooner had his father stopped moving his hand that he made her
open her thighs even wider.  He next got on his knees between them and he
lowered his face between her legs.

   It took John a couple of seconds for his mind to accept what his father
was doing.

   There was absolutely no doubt about it, his father had applied his mouth
on his mother's cunt and even now he could hear the sucking that his mouth
made as he tried to suck the essence from her hole.

   In the back of his mind, John had often tried to imagine what it would
be like to kiss that part of a woman's body.  He had always felt very much
attracted to this special part of the females, he wouldn't have mind
kissing every part of it if it weren't for the penalty to pay for doing so.

   Each and every time he had had such thoughts, he would quickly began to
think of something else since he knew the consequence of such an act.  But
now seeing his father perform this forbidden act, one that he didn't even
dared think about, was a great shock to him.

   His father who was an educated man and who knew much more than anyone
else in the village, didn't seemed to be bothered by this restriction.

   There was only conclusion to be drawn from this.  The taboos that the
tribe were imposing on themselves regarding their sexual habits, was
nothing but nonsense, they were depriving themselves of tremendous
pleasures out of ignorance and fear.

   At last the Reverend got his head away from the junction of his wife's
legs and he climbed on top of her.  While she still had her legs well
apart, he placed his knees between her thighs and with his own hand he
inserted his cock into her hole.

   This way of copulating was new to John, the people of the tribe believed
that the only right way to enjoy a woman was with the man shoving his
erection in her while he stood behind her, like all the creature of the
forest did.

   Less than ten minutes later the Reverend began to grunt loudly and he
then collapsed on top of his wife exhausted.  A short time later they were
both asleep in each other's arms.

   From then on, John was watching them every night.  He soon realized that
his parents were fucking about twice a week, his father on those occasions
would use words that John never though he would hear coming from his lips.
The words 'prick' and 'cock' were used all the time, even by his mother, he
also learned that his mother had a 'clitoris' and when they attained the
height of pleasure it was called a 'climax' or an 'orgasm'.

   At one time, while his father was on top of his mother, she became so
lewd and lustful that she shouted to him, " go on fuck me faster and
deeper" and from her words of encouragement he thus learned that fucking
was as pleasant for a woman as it was for a man.

   But last and not least, he was also a witness to something he had never
dreamed about.

   It was about a month after he had made the small slit between the logs.

   The night was well lit by a full moon and it was easy to see everything
that went on inside his parents' room.  He was watching his mother being
sucked by his father.  All of a sudden she reached for his cock and made
him turn his body on the bed.  He did so while his lips remained glued to
her cunt, and when he had turned completely, his cock was now close to her
head.  John saw his mother place her mouth around the huge erection in
front of her lips.  They went on sucking one another until he heard his
father shout something to her.  He figured that he was climaxing in her
mouth, then this was soon confirmed when he heard his mother gag, and soon
the moonlight was reflected from her juice covered mouth.

   John felt so lewd watching that scene that he had to restrain himself
from running into their room and shoving his own prick into her eager
mouth.

   Of course he had to make do with the use of his hand, but that night he
promised himself that in the near future he was going to do with a girl of
the village exactly what he had seen his father do to his own mother.

   (end of part one) </~mandil/>