The White Tribe of Africa part 3
By Mandil
Kabouso, mate of Lokali, didn't return back to the village until four
weeks later. Every single night while he had been 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
believed that it was going to be a give away of the fact that he was
fucking her.
Then he saw the joy and happiness of Lokali and he suddenly
remembered what his father had told 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 tell 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 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 getting her pregnant.
He also remembered 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 to his mother one day, that the
tight strings that all men wore around their male organ had
something to do with this. It also help to explain why girls under
marrying age got pregnant much easier than the more mature
women.
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 much of their
women pregnant as possible.
He was not wearing any tight string around his male organ and he
never intended to wear one either. Beside he wasn't considered an
adult yet - although he knew that the next spring festivities would
make him one.
When Kabouso got back, Lokali told him immediately that she was
pregnant. 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 had to
be a witness once again to Lokali moaning while she and her mate
fucked. He was not jealous, 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 more than two days, and 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 with her
charms.
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 of
his.
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 besides being 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.
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,
flowing in the deep valley between her breasts to finally immerge
near her belly button and 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 drunk-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 of 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 left so as to go lie down
in his own hut.
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-Aryan.
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 while at the same time
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 to the entrance of her vagina. Her clitoris, higher
up was still concealed in the folds of her lips but when he placed the
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 mixture brew had affected her.
John thus removed his hand 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 and 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, more milk went 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, with his mouth still
sucking he looked at her face. She was asleep still and 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, 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 confess to feeling well and she
said she had no more pain. She tanked them both and John and left
together.
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 and left.
When John got back to his hut, Lokali was waiting for him. Her
mate had left a little earlier and he wasn't to be back until early
evening she told him.
She then threw her arms around his neck as 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 is 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..
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 villagers.
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 a 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 must be
kept a secret.
Of course she agreed and she begged him to alleviate the 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 and he had to restrained himself so as not to rush with
his mouth on them.
She endured his hands without moving for long minutes 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 done to her. If she
was not in agreement with what he was about to do it would only a
matter of convincing her.
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 in a most tender way against her bosom.
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 the
matter.
With his head still on her breast, he said 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 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 of a time when the population of the
tribe was almost twice as it was now when 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 my getting
pregnant."
With his heat 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 it,
but do not interfere otherwise everything will be lost."
She nodded her agreement. Then 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 by 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 morning and before she left he
emptied her breasts once again and he told 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 was visited by
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 anytime he so desired.
During the following months John learned a lot about the art of
healing. Some patient he treated for upset stomach, others for
nothing more than 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 monition regain, the child would have died.
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 for 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 fuck
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 they send them white babies as a sign that they were
approving of his strong medicine.
This is why James Duncan, while searching for Livingston in
eastern Africa in 1840, discovered an African tribe in which most of
the people under forty were white while all those above that age
were much darker in complexion.
As for John, there was no mention in his 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 all of his body hairs as well as covering his pale skin with
dyes.
(The End)