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CHAPTER FOUR: MIRACLE

After that time I spent with Anton, it was as if something had shifted in the compound. There was a renewed sense of excitement and purposeful anticipation. I was given a crash course on various tribes, their needs and how the sisters had supported them. I learned that it had been some time since they made the long journeys into the jungle to visit the various tribes as the sisters got older and struggled with not only the energy for the difficult travel but their ability to assist the tribes. They seemed embarrassed, but my enthusiasm to take over quickly offset those feelings and they focused on supporting and preparing me.

I was dedicated to work as hard as the other sisters and my youthful body quickly adjusted to the heat and humidity. I also quickly adapted to the nudity. I became more and more comfortable interacting with villagers in our nudity, even meeting the men bringing supplies by canoe from villages further downstream. Many of these men wore shorts and shirts, even if filthy ones. But, even so, I joined with the other sisters and villagers in greeting them and assisting in unloading the supplies.

Soon, it was time for my first deep journey into the jungle. Anton was to be my constant companion away from the village. It seemed he was a frequent companion in the compound, too. I would often blush at the thoughts that coursed through me sometimes. The other sisters noticed, of course, and gently teased me but they were also very happy about it, too. I was going to be a perfect fit in the Order, they assured me. I wasn’t sure what that meant and they wouldn’t elaborate but I looked forward to my first journey.

The sisters were clearly nervous and not making leaving any easier for me but it was something that had to be done if the Order was to have any significance beyond the little village they shared. Mother Marie told me to remain by Anton’s side, not wander off by myself at any time, and to follow his advice. Anton wore a large sack fashion much like a backpack with two straps fitting over his shoulders. I wore a smaller one. The two sacks would be all we had for the journey. Our destination was a tribe three days away, possibly longer since I might not yet have the endurance of hiking those distances. Two days out, I was feeling good about my efforts at keeping up a decent pace with Anton when all our planning was challenged.

It was late afternoon of the second day of travel. Although I was feeling very good about keeping up, I could also feel how taxing it was for me compared to Anton. Acclimating to the jungle environs while at the compound was one thing but the exertion of hiking all day in the constant heat and humidity was much harder. I was buoyed, though, by Anton. We had fallen into a peculiar relationship, one that Mother Maria was comfortable with and even encouraged as a casual, informal connection that would work well for us since we would be the ones making the tribal visits. We all knew, including Anton, that the connection was born from our sexual connection but the physical was the starting point that grew for us. By my teachings, nuns were supposed to be completely devoted only to One but this was apparently another way in which the Magdalenes were different. What began as lustful fucking as the sisters’ expression of gratitude between Anton and me became love-making, though equally intense.

Anton was thinking about a good place to stop for the night when we heard a sound that was completely out of place. It was so out of place that the obvious sound was confusing. What we heard was a baby fussing. And, more confusing, the sound was somehow above us. We searched the trees above us and felt silly all the while we did it. What would a baby be doing in a tree far from any known tribal village? Anton settled on a tree and climbed up with a dexterity I hadn’t witnessed before. In a hollow where a branch joined the main trunk, he carefully extracted a very small infant. When I finally had it in my arms, it looked and felt even smaller. It could only be a few weeks old. I murmured and cooed to it while gently bouncing it in my arms while Anton and I puzzled over its condition.

With my attention solely on the baby, I hadn’t noticed Anton wandering off into the thick brush until he called to me. “This is part of the explanation.” I gazed in the direction of his voice but couldn’t see him until the brush parted by his hand. I stepped closer, clutching the baby close to my body, and looked down in front of him where his eyes were focused. A very young Indian woman lay terribly mauled. Anton guessed she could have been there for days. How had the baby survived all that time? There were any number of creatures that could have reached its location in the tree. Yet, it had survived. Nothing else mattered. Where did the baby belong?

My head swiveled as I searched the surrounding jungle. I don’t know what exactly I was looking for but the baby had to eat. It had to be starving and could be the reason it was screaming right now. What do you give to an almost new-born from the jungle?

“The baby has to eat, Anton! What do we do?”

We had moved back to the place we left our packs. Now that I looked at the baby in the light of this situation, I could see how desperate its condition was. I clutched it to my shoulder. Panic was taking over me. I feared it didn’t have the extra day or two to reach the village of our destination. I was surprised when my eyes came back to Anton and found his face relaxed, a smile forming on his mouth and in his eyes. I was shocked. What could he find humorous in this situation?

With a slight head jerk and his eyes indicating down, “Look, Sister Sofi … there is your answer.”

My eyebrows furrowed. What was he talking about? Then, his smile grew and he made the sign of the cross. He jerked his head to point my attention down. I turned my head down to check the ground but my eyes stopped before then. I shifted the tiny bundle in my arm and gazed without understanding or belief. My knees gave out and I dropped to the ground. Anton rushed to my side providing support as I settled onto the dirt of the path. Drops of whitish fluid was forming on each nipple. What did that mean? How could that be? Anton, meanwhile, had shifted behind me, his legs on either side and gently pulled me back to rest against him.

He kissed my cheek from behind and softly said, “You can never again question if you belong with us. Do you now believe you were chosen?”

It seemed like too much to accept. I raise the little one in my arm and rubbed a nipple over its lips. Milk flowed from my nipple onto his lips. The mouth opened and instinctively clamped around the nipple and his suckling instinct took over. I watched for a moment as the little guy greedily sucked. Anton’s hand moved around my body and fondled my other breast. My eyes shifted away from the baby’s voracious sucking to my other breast. He lightly squeezed and milk flowed freely from the nipple.

“Your breasts are full, Sister Sofi.”

I stroked the baby’s cheek as its mouth worked my nipple. I idly asked, “But how? Why?”

He gave a soft chuckle, his arms wrapping around my stomach below the baby and held me tightly against his body. He kissed my cheek repeatedly from behind. He probably would have been kissing into my hair if not for the habit veil covering my head. “What is it you teach? We can’t understand why things happen; we can only accept them into our lives. You know this better than me, though. But I think it is also meant to show you that the path you have chosen is right.”

An overwhelming peace washed over me. I watched gratefully as the starving baby took nourishment from my body. I settled into the loving, supportive embrace of Anton. It was too much to understand. To be accepted by this small group of nuns, I had allowed myself to be mated by a dog … twice …, sucked a donkey, and repeatedly fucked … and now to love … the man behind me. There had been times when the teachings from the ‘civilized’ world intruded to question what I was doing. No longer. No more. Anton was right. I had doubts but I was still chosen. I could no longer doubt myself when doing what I would be called upon to do for these people. I accepted something else, too. I wiggled into Anton’s body, feeling his bare chest against my bare back. I turned my head and he turned his to me. I kissed him. He smiled and his arms tightened around me as if he understood. I would no longer question my relationship with him, either.

I woke to a fussing baby. It had slept between Anton and me. Several times during the night I pressed a dripping nipple to its mouth. The poor thing was ravenous. I was on my side, a hand holding my head up watching the baby suckled with slurpy, greedy sounds when Anton stirred, his eyes fluttered open and he saw me … us. He rolled to his knees, leaned to me and gave me a light kiss. As he rose, I saw it. I reached out and touched the front of his shorts.

“You’re hard …”

“Sorry, Sister Sofi.” He insists on using my proper title even when we are alone and intimate. “You seem to have a glow about you and your body … you are more beautiful than ever.” I smile demurely and feel my own arousal awaken.

He took my fingertips to his lips and kissed them, then went about preparing a breakfast as the baby had his. Anton was sure the young one was from a tribe they had little contact with. The tribe was on the other side of the river and a day further away than our original destination. They were a secluded tribe, not wanting intrusion from anyone, even other tribes. For a variety of reasons, we agreed that we should try to take the baby to them and abandon our original travel plans. We also agreed to spend the day in camp and build the baby’s strength.

Later, Anton held the baby as it slept while I washed in the river. Then, I sat on a fallen tree near the river as he stripped off his shorts, washed them, spread them over a log in the sun, then entered the water himself to wash. The baby’s mouth was at my left nipple but its sucking was sporadic. It sucked and fell back asleep. I watched Anton in the water. He was about a decade older than me but his body was taut and muscled in a slight body kind of way. The muscles rippled in his back, his butt was tight, his longish hair was matted to his head. He glanced over his shoulder several times and seemed a bit hesitant and I wondered about that. When he finally turned around, I saw why. His wonderful cock was hard … and he was embarrassed. It is so large it doesn’t really stand up but more points out in front of him. I smile softly and motion for him to come. I try to remain calm but my pulse is raging as he steps onto the bank, his cock bouncing before him.

He is hesitant and shy. His steps are short, his eyes searching mine as if offering an apology and hoping for forgiveness that he is reacting this way at this time. I continue to motion to him until he is standing in front of me. I smile up to him, stretch my head out to kiss the head of it, grasp it with my free hand, and smile up at him, again. The tension of embarrassment eases from his body as I stretch my mouth open to take the head inside. That tension is replaced by the tension of arousal. I take more of his cock into my mouth and he gasps and sighs. The baby suckles, gurgles, sucks and dozes, again.

My mind is racing and I verbalize what I am pondering. “How do we do this?” I don’t wait for a response, though. I am working through a thought. I release his cock, then, “Lie down on your back.” He follows my direction though he is unsure. Once on his back, I set the sleeping infant onto his chest, one of his hands holding it softly. Not knowing how much time we will have, I straddle his hips and lower to my knees. I raise myself up, reach between my thighs, grasp his rigid, straining cock, and lower my hips until I quickly feel the head of his cock against my pussy. As I move the cock along my slit, I am reassured of what I knew would be true … my pussy was wet and ready for him. I have become a very lusty nun, indeed because of him.

I align his cock to my hole and ease down over the head. I gasp at the immediate feeling of fullness. It is a feeling I will never tire of or take for granted. I wiggle my hips and settle further down his cock. I pull up and settle further down his pole. Guiltily, I open my eyes remembering the baby. Anton has it securely on his chest. Anton’s face is a crazy mix of softness for the baby and lusty arousal for me.

I sink down over his cock, my mouth open but no sound escaping, as if the cock filling my pussy pushes the air out of me. I look down between our bodies and I have the same reaction I always do. I have only half of his cock inside me and I feel completely stuffed. I have been taking a little more of his cock the last few times and it was a personal goal for this trip to finally stretch my pussy to the point of taking all 14 inches. I want to be gentle for the sleeping baby but it is also a compulsion. I rise up and slam down on his cock. His cock jams into the top of my pussy and I release a muffled, constricted cry. Anton jerks as he loudly moans but the baby sleeps on.

I rise up and jam down aggressively. Each time his cock head brutalizes the top of my pussy. Why now? Why am I so driven to succeed now when we have to be careful? But I am. The baby has released from in me emotions I didn’t know were there. This moment with Anton feels different. I look down at my bouncing breasts and a shiver of excitement rolls through me. Drops of milk are flying off my nipples. My body wells with feeling and emotion. My pussy clamps down around the massive cock that fills me. I look back down as I pull up along his shaft and another shiver rolls through me. Each inch of cock is wet with my juices and when I drop back down, I feel a shift deep inside and the last few inches of him are in me. My hands on his shoulders, my hips rise to the very tip of his cock and I sit back down. His cock head glances off me inside and moves to its full depth.

I sit up straight, my back arched and head thrown back. I jerk one hand to cover my mouth as my body quakes and an orgasm erupts within me that threatens to take my mind away. I have one hand on Anton’s stomach for stability and I feel one of his hands come to my hip as I shiver and shake on his cock. My pussy is clasping with spasms around his cock. I feel his hips rise with short, convulsive thrusts of his own. Through my own convulsions I feel his cock swell and jerk and twitch. I know that feeling! I look down at him and smile. I lean down, my body gently covering the soft, innocent body of the baby on his heaving chest. His head rises up to me and we manage an awkward, gasping, grunting kiss as his cock begins spewing his semen into my pussy. He fills me until I can feel it leaking out from between my lips and his tightly contained cock.

After the wave of orgasmic shock settles from our bodies, I kiss him, then the back of the baby who somehow continues to sleep, perhaps the first time it has been full of nourishment for a while. We gently roll to the side, placing the baby on the ground between us. As we do, I sigh as I feel the cock slipping inside my clasping pussy. I don’t want to lose it yet and I won’t. It is so long that the head and several inches will remain inside me even as we allow for room for the little one.

I move my hand to Anton’s face and stroke his cheek. He smiles and I find I have welled up with emotion. “You are an amazing man, Anton.”

He tries to joke to divert the attention, “My cock, you mean.”

I grasp his chin to refocus him on me. “Your cock, Anton, is amazing. But you, you the man are special. You were immediately so gentle and nurturing toward this baby you have no connection with. You are so caring, protective, and caring to me.” He looks embarrassed by the attention and my words. But I clumsily push on. “Why aren’t you married raising a family?”

I see his face cloud slightly. He explains that he was but she died after only a year. He took up plying his work along the river. He had lost interest in being in one place too long. Then, he found the sisters who took him in and gave him purpose. Then, “When you arrived … everything changed. I could feel it when we were first introduced. Somehow, you were the one. I’ll be at your side as long as you will have me.”

Now I blushed. It was how I had been feeling. I stammered out my own thoughts. “You are with nuns … I don’t think even in this Order a nun could take a husband.” He only watched me. There were other problems with the idea, too. What I knew about the Order’s proclivity to the sexual, what Mother Maria has warned me about the inclination of the tribes’ rituals and that supporting them rather than converting them was our mission. “Besides … I … the Order, we …”

He smiled, his touch to my face easing my blushing uneasiness. “I know, Sister Sofi. I know what the sisters have done for the tribes and what you will now take on for them. It is what they have done for me in the past, too. I understand that … it is what you must do. That doesn’t matter if … if … if I can be with you.”

I reached across the baby and kissed him … hard. His cock had slowly begun to soften but our talk … our expression of feelings … his cock was hardening, again. As I leaned over, it moved inside my cum filled pussy. I could feel it grow as it continued to rapidly swell. He looked into my eyes intently and I nodded. He shifted over the baby until he was between my legs, braced over my body. We both glanced at the baby who continued to sleep beside us. Anton drove his hardened cock fully into me in one thrust, my pussy and his cock being well lubricated by our previous juices.

I kissed him hard, then gushed out my feelings, “I want you, Anton! I want you always. If you can accept my role with the Order, I want you … with me … caring for me … protecting me … and … and inside me …”

No more words were spoken. Our bodies answered for us. He pulled back until only the head of his cock was still inside my hole, then he slammed it fully into me until our bodies smacked together. I now could take all of his wonderful cock. We both grunted, moaned, and cried out into the wild. The baby whimpered but settled, again. This time he fucked me with an abandonment that comes only with an assurance of commitment and devotion. He was mine … I was his … we both understood that … we both wanted that.

* * * *

Anton warned me this tribe guarded their security and independence. I insisted, however, that we return the baby, if in fact it was theirs. We owed it to at least determine that much.

Entering the village, which was almost two days from the location we found the infant through heavy, dense jungle, we were indeed not a welcome sight by them. Most of the men of the village surrounded us with spears or bows. We were funneled into the village under what felt to me to be a very real threat. The people of this village were all completely naked. A few wore crude adornments around the neck, wrist, or waist. Many of the adults were marked by tattoos, probably crudely and painfully applied to the skin with sharp sticks and prepared inks. The people were small and trim. I was 5’ 2” and was taller than many of the adults. Their skin was dark. Anton had told me that he understood this tribe to be a commune type society. c***dren belonged to mothers but otherwise family structure didn’t seem to exist. As we were led into the village, I found large thatched structures rather than small family huts. Men and women came out of the structures indicating to me that their shelters and living spaces were communal and not segregated. There were many c***dren and many pregnant women but I could see no infants or new-born.

An indication of what my new life has done to my mind, I noticed quickly, with fascination, that all of the men seemed to have large penises. Some were merely long, others thick, and a few were both long and thick. I leaned toward Anton and whispered, “These men …”

He chuckled. “We are surrounded by menacing spears and bows and you notice their cocks?” He shook his head and chuckled again while stepping into me to give me a nudge.

As the men walked, their cocks swung. It was a rather obscene sight but it was a natural thing for these people. I leaned back to Anton, somehow feeling safe with the baby, “If you dropped your shorts, they would see something truly menacing.” He stopped in his tracks and gaped at me. He was prodded by one of the men behind. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes and giggled. He shook his head, again.

We were led before a man who I took to be their chief. He spoke in a language I hadn’t heard and was surprised when Anton responded. There was more to this man than I understood. After Anton’s explanation of why we were there, the chief made a sweeping motioned with his hand and a woman stepped out from the side to examine the infant in my arms who was again suckling at my nipple. The woman slipped a finger between the mouth and my nipple, breaking the suction, and turning the head to look at it closely. She turned to the chief and nodded. The woman began a discourse that meant nothing to me but Anton listened closely and added a few words periodically.

He quietly translated for me: the woman identified the infant as part of the tribe and also knew the mother. She explained that the mother was the one who disappeared from the village. She had become sick and not ‘right-headed’. Anton surmised that the mother had developed a fever and became delirious and simply wondered away. It was miraculous she had wondered so far, even crossing the river, but if she hadn’t the infant might never have been found. The chief motioned that we were to remain under guard and he took several other men with him into a smaller hut I took to be his.

Anton assisted me down to the ground where I sat cross-legged with the baby in my arms who resumed suckling. Many women moved closer. The women spoke among themselves. Some touched my habit head-piece and veil. Anton whispered that they were curious how a strange woman was able to breast feed a stranger’s c***d.

After quite a while, the chief returned with the other men. We were thankfully moved to the shade. The conversation between him and Anton became earnest. Anton glanced at me several times, concern forming on his face. He knelt down next to me. I pried the sucking mouth off my left nipple and moved it to my right. My left nipple was getting sore from the sucking and my right breast was aching from the swollen pressure of the accumulated milk inside. After switching the baby, there was a murmur from the women when they saw a drop of milk form at my left nipple. After some comments from the women, Anton explained that I was a woman who had never given birth. That caused more exclamation, but no more than what it had created in me when this initially began.

Anton explained to me what the chief and other leading men had decided. Despite their aversion to others in their village and region, they recognize the problem they have. With no other woman currently nursing, they would accept my help by remaining with them for a period until the baby could be weaned to another milk source, perhaps goat. I hadn’t offered but it had apparently been presumed. The women thought it might be at least several weeks.

I looked at Anton, “Several weeks?” I looked down at the baby so content in my arms and at my breast. “Anton, you know it isn’t that I don’t want to help … you know I want what is right for the baby … but … a couple weeks? The other sisters will worry if we are gone so long.”

He began stroking my bare back and hugged my shoulder. I instantly felt his connection and concern. When he spoke softly, his words sliced through my personal fears and doubts, “I know, Sister Sofi … I know. Your first trip out on your own and you are presented with all these tests. It doesn’t seem fair, does it?” My eyes focused on the baby sucking; I shook my head. He stroked down my back. “Do you have any real question, though? You found yourself from the big city to the jungle. You accepted public nudity to join the Order you sought out. You performed degrading sexual acts to prove yourself. You allowed yourself to be given to me as ‘thank you’ for my work. You came to the jungle to serve these very people and the many other tribes like them. You understood you would do whatever might be requested in support of these people’s culture, rituals, and customs. You wished to belong to an Order whose mission isn’t to convert but to support, to serve. Is there any question?”

I looked up at him. I was scared. He was right, though. Those were the reasons I came here. I looked at the baby suckling at my breast … a breast that had no logical reason for providing milk. It seemed like more than what I might have intended to want for myself. It seemed like this might now be something beyond merely me.

I agreed, of course. Anton would rush back to the compound and inform the sisters the reason for our change of plans and delay and rush back. It could take him 5 or more days. He reminded me of the nature of this tribe, that they were a commune group without male and female partnering. I glanced around me and the implication was clear to me.

After Anton left, I wasn’t sure what to expect. I was unable to communicate except with physical gestures. It was going to be awkward but my primary effort was with the infant. I was also unsure about the social dynamics of the tribe. Anton said commune without lasting partners but how did they really interact? There were several huts and shelters within the tribe’s village. As nighttime fell, I saw that women and their c***dren drifted off together but the shelters contained both men and women and c***dren. This wasn’t a socially segregated community and I reasoned that that shouldn’t have been a surprise. After all, these people lived a naked existence. c***dren were conceived by way of random sexual joining. I was curious about that part of it … how did that take place? I found out quickly enough.

I lay on my back on a mat next to another woman. The infant was on my body asleep despite the movements and soft talking of adults in the hut. I had noticed that all the c***dren seemed able to peacefully drift off to sleep while the adults quietly moved around them. My attention was drawn to movement and a stirring among the women around me. I followed their gaze to find the chief looking into the hut. He was, of course, naked like everyone else and he was rotating his hips from side to side in a manner that caused his long cock to flip one way, then the other. His gaze settled on me. Another woman rose and went to him. He shook his head. She talked quietly to him, but he continued to shake his head until he finally pointed at me.

Many of us were watching the exchange. The woman next to me nudged me with her elbow. I turned to look at her and found a wide smile on her face. She nodded to me enthusiastically while uttering something I didn’t understand. Several other women turned to me smiling, also. I looked back at the chief and noticed the woman turning away from him dejected. I quickly understood what was happening when another man stood wagging his cock back and forth and the dejected woman diverted over to him and began kissing. This flapping of the cock was some sort of signal the man was looking for a fuck and the women responded … eagerly.

The woman next to me nudged me, again. She held out her hands for the baby and was nodding her head, encouraging me with a big smile on her face. I had just finished nursing the baby and it was sleeping deeply. I passed it to her hands and stood. I made my way between the mats spread on the ground until I was standing before the chief. As I approached, he stopped wagging his hips back and forth. His cock had become quite hard. I had estimated Anton’s massive cock to be 14 inches. It had challenged me for a long time until I could fully take his length and girth. It had been a wonderful challenge to take on, though. The chief was long, not as thick, and several inches shorter. Maybe 10 or 11 inches.

I watched as his hand moved to my breast, then down my body. I parted my legs for him as his hand slipped between them and fingered my pussy. I knew I was going to be wet. I knew from the moment I handed off the baby what was going to happen and I felt my body instantly reacting, preparing willingly for it.

I gasped softly as one of his fingers slipped between my folds and entered my lubricated hole. I assumed most of the hut was intently watching as this strange woman with lighter skin and unusual head-piece was chosen and being fingered by their chief. In the situation, my breathing quickly rose as he continued to fondle my breast and finger my pussy. I saw his eyes drop between us and I became aware that my hand was full of hard cock. He smiled at me and I blushed my smile back to him.

I had been told the sisters were free to do what needed to be done in order to encourage and support the development of relations with the tribes and to further assist them however we can. I had wondered, though, how often it actually happened and I came to believe that it wasn’t that often, at least not in recent times for the three remaining nuns. I wondered now if that was in part because the reduction in travel to the tribes as the sisters became older.

But this was very real. Obviously, very real as my full hand slowly stroked up and down his cock and a second finger entered my pussy while standing before many of the others of the tribe. I wasn’t sure how this was going to progress. There was no hesitation on his part to continue fingering me, even as that action brought a moan from my lips. Instead, I saw his smile widen at my reaction and acceptance. Was he going to take me to another hut where men and women fucked? Did he have his own hut? I glanced to the side and found both men and women watching us. They watched with interest but not with shock. This wasn’t unusual behavior, apparently. That was confirmed with I saw a woman spread a mat on the ground next to us. I looked down at her as she spread the mat out. The chief’s fingers were still in my pussy and my hand was still stroking his cock. Her eyes flicked to both as they were both at her eye level as she knelt beside us with the mat. She smiled up at me, nodded, and patted the mat. Was she indicating that I lie down there? Amid all these others? Was this really such common behavior that it was performed among others?

That was when I remembered the other man and woman. They were now spreading a mat on the ground, too. I also noticed other men arriving and using the same waggle. Other women rising to the invitations. It seemed strange to me but was normal to them. Sex was merely a part of life, a natural part of life. In the a****l world, mating occurs amid the herd or pack. It was natural. This tribe was the same way. It was a bit intimidating … like an extreme form of exhibitionism to fuck in front of others. But it was their way.

I released his cock and stepped to the side over the mat, the chief’s fingers slipping out of my pussy in the process. I lay down, drawing my knees up and splaying them obscenely to the sides. The chief seemed not to be able to move quickly enough as he sank to his knees between mine, his hard cock in his hand and directed at my open hole. As his cock penetrated me, I gasped and moaned. This was so extremely erotic! He had a nice cock and as he pressed it into me, I moaned encouragingly. I took his entire length easily and that seemed to draw responses from those watching. I turned my head from him to those around us. Men and women were surrounding us as I was being mated by their chief. There were many comments from them that I didn’t understand but there was also a lot of head nodding and smiling. And, very quickly there were more men and women on mats engaged in the same activity, openly and without embarrassment or shyness. Some of the older young woke to the noise and watched, too. I wondered at what age they also became involved? Was it younger than the ‘civilized’ world’s idea of maturity? Almost certainly and why wouldn’t it where mating was such a natural element of life?

The chief was grunting as he powerfully thrust his cock into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles, lifting my hips up to his thrusts, welcoming and encouraging him to ravage me. And, he did. It seemed he was taking me fully with his cock. He rammed into me, his cock not only going deep but his pelvic bone crushing my clit. My body shivered and quaked with each powerful thrust of our fucking. I heard the sounds of others fucking around us. I glimpsed the faces of still others gathered to watch, not only me but the others fucking, also. This was a tribal event. It was shared openly and enjoyed not just by those engaged in the fucking but by others watching, too. If they weren’t fucking, they were massaging, stroking, and fingering themselves. An old woman nearby fondled her sagging, nearly empty breasts as a young man behind her drove his fingers into her loose pussy.

It was a sensory overload for me. I was being fucked very well by a man who knew what he was doing. Perhaps the experience of such a casual and frequent life of enjoyment. But it was the surrounding stimulation, too. The open sex around me, the open enjoyment of others watching as I was fucked. I cried out as an orgasm rose within me. I beseeched the chief to fuck me, to cum, to fill me with his cum. I knew he didn’t understand a word of it, but my words spilled from my lips between intense moans and groans. My pussy was clamped around his cock and his gasps and grunts mixed in mine and from others around us. The hut seemed filled with the sounds of fucking, unabashedly … and still the youngest among them slept, apparently accustomed to the sounds and activity.

My orgasm was massive. The chief settled alongside me, both of us panting. His cock head eased back through my pussy but remained inside, my pussy clenching it as if desperate to hold it. We fell asleep joined like that.

At some point in the night, I was nudged awake. I found the woman with the baby kneeling next to me. She put it to my breast and I rolled to the side so my breast and nipple hung to the baby on the mat next to me. The hut was quiet as the baby sucked first one, then the other breast. When even its reflexive sucking stopped and was asleep, another woman appeared next to me and took it. She indicated with her head to the other side of me. I turned and looked over the chief to find another man standing at the edge of the hut. He wasn’t just standing, though. He, too, was wagging back and forth with his cock flopping. It appeared I was going to be a popular distraction among the men. A new woman to experience.

It went that way for the time I was with the tribe. Different men made their intentions known to me and I was eager to please them. My suspicions about age were confirmed one night when I spotted a young man and woman. Her breasts were quite small and under-developed but clearly well into puberty, his cock not as long as most of the men of the tribe. But their open coupling was accepted by the others.

When Anton and I left the tribe, I had a new appreciation of life. The baby had quickly weaned to goat’s milk after Anton returned. I was going to miss that tribe but Anton suggested returning now that we were welcome among them. He found the women of the tribe anxious to experience his larger cock and there were many more women who hadn’t experienced him. I asked what other tribes were like. He merely shrugged. Was he being coy or didn’t he know?

* * * Chapter Five will follow * * * Thanks for reading