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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)  <http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/mandil/www/>

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