Chapter 1695 - MISSIONARY FAMILY

We are so blessed to be given this opportunity to serve the Lord through Christ," Harriet Moore said as she intoned a prayer before lunch. "May He continue to bless each of us as we strive to do His work."

"Amen!" James Moore replied to finish his wife's prayer.

"Amen!" John, 23, and Mary, 22, added.

"There was a lot of interest in this mission," James explained as they ate. "I don't know why they picked us as opposed to some of the other fine families, but the Lord's Blessing has fallen upon us."

"I had no idea where Malawi was," Mary said. "I had to look it up."

"David Livingstone was the first European to discover Malawi," Harriet explained. "That's the Dr. Livingstone of Stanley & Livingstone fame. He thought it was a beautiful land and encouraged the British government to create settlements. It was part of the British crown territories for a long time."

"How do they feel about Christians and white people today?" John asked.

"The country is basically a Christian nation," James replied. "The Anglican church and our own Presbyterian church were very active early on. There is almost no racial strife. English is the primary language, though there are probably a dozen native dialects spoken."

"And we're going to be based in the town of Nkopola, very close to the border with Mozambique at the southern edge of Lake Malawi," Harriet added. "It should be very exciting. We'll have a wonderful opportunity to spread the word of Christ."

"I hope we can make some new friends," Mary said. "I'm going to miss mine."

"We're all going to miss friends," Harriet sympathized. "And we're going to have the opportunity to make new ones. I'm sure we'll have no trouble."

"How is it that there is this opening?" John asked.

"The last family that they sent had some difficulties adjusting," James replied. "Not every family is cut out to live in primitive, 3rd-world conditions."

"We've had some correspondence with other missionary families already," Harriet explained. "They've all pretty much said the same thing; if you truly believe in the Lord and his Word and Christ, His Son, and can adapt and accept that not all people do all things alike, then Malawi is a kind of heaven on earth."

"They advised us to keep a very open mind," James added, "and to trust in our faith in Christ."

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"Wow, it sure is warm here," Mary said when they deplaned into the sweltering tropical heat.

"I think we're not going to be able to wear a lot of the clothes that we've brought," Harriet said.

"This is like summer," John said, "and it's December."

"Oh, look at all of the colors!" Mary exclaimed. "It's so beautiful against their black skin."

"It looks sensible, too, for the weather," Harriet observed.

"Ah, there they are," James said, seeing a sign labeled MOORE waving from the small crowd awaiting the passengers.

"You must be James Moore," a large, florid-faced man said, a big smile on his face.

"I am indeed," James said, holding out his hand. "Are you Abel Hooker?"

"I am," Abel confirmed, "and this is my wife, Julie," he said, introducing the small, blonde woman next to him.

"Welcome to Malawi," Julie said, smiling as she held out her hand, her sea-green eyes sparkling. "We're so happy to have you here and I just know that you'll come to love Malawi as much as we."

"Thank you," Harriet said as they shook hands. "I'm Harriet, this is John and Mary."

"Let's get you to the house that's been prepared for you," Abel said. "Then we'll let you get settled in and rest a bit. We're having a community dinner in your honor tonight so that you'll get a chance to meet a large part of our community, plus all of the mission leaders."

"That sounds wonderful," Harriet said.

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"Oh, what a beautiful house!" Harriet exclaimed when she saw the colonial-era, colonnaded and balconied, 2-story home that was to be theirs.

"This house is over 125 years old," Julie explained. "It's very comfortable. Anything that's missing that you need, just let me know and I'll do what I can. Once you learn the ropes, you'll find that pretty much anything is available."

"This is Chabwera and his wife, Teleza," Abel said, introducing an ebony couple in their 50s. "Chabwera means 'he who has arrived at last', though you'll find that he is always on time, if not early. Teleza means 'slippery'. She lives up to her name, always finding ways of getting things done. They'll be in charge of the house for you. You just let them know what it is that you require and they'll make it happen."

"I'm not sure if I'm comfortable with the idea of servants," Harriet said after shaking hands with Chabwera and Teleza. "It seems contrary to the Lord's word."

"You shouldn't think of them as servants," Abel explained. "They're more like extended members of your family, just like you'll be extended members of theirs. Them helping you is part of their service to the Lord, just as you helping them to understand our Lord's Word is your service."

"Chabwera and Teleza will bring you to the community hall for dinner," Julie said. "We'll leave you to get settled in and see you then."

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"Oh, James, this is so beautiful!" Harriet exclaimed as they stood with their arms around each other's waist on the balcony of their bedroom overlooking the town of Nkopola and Lake Malawi beyond.

"It does seem like paradise," James concurred. "I'm really looking forward to this."

"Me, too," Harriet replied, "though I do have to admit to having had serious trepidations. I'm mostly worried for the children. I worry for them socially. They're at an age where they should be starting to look to their own future families."

"I'm sure things will work out just fine," James assured her. "There are the other four missionary families and I understand that there's a bit of a European population spread throughout the country. I'm sure that they'll meet people."

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"Good friends, please join me in welcoming the newest members of our missionary family, James, Harriet, John, and Mary Moore," Abel said.

The room contained one long table around which sat all five of the missionary families. There was a simple, yet banquet-like meal served, accompanied with seemingly unlimited supplies of South African wine. Though a bit uncomfortable at first, the Moores slowly relaxed in the obviously friendly atmosphere, meeting each of the families and learning a bit about them, as well as telling about themselves.

Abel and Julie Hooker, 53 and 50 respectively, were stationed in the capital, Lilongwe, not that far as the crow flies from Nkopola, but a full day's travel given the circumstances of Malawi. Abel was 6'1" and 240lbs with balding brown hair and hazel eyes. Julie was 5'6" and 135lbs. She seemed a bit more serious than jovial Abel with her dark brown hair and dark eyes.

Harry and Sally Simmons, 48 and 45 respectively, were stationed in Mzimba in central Malawi close to the Zambian border. Harry, at 5'10" and 185lbs had reddish hair and green eyes which lent themselves to his playful personality. Sally with her brown hair and eyes on her 5'4", 140lb. frame was the perfect complement to her husband, her C-cup breasts seeming a lot larger than they really were because of her diminutive stature.

Greg and Susan Nance, 44 and 42, were stationed up north in Chipita near the Zambian and Tanzanian borders. Greg's 6'1" and 195lbs fit well with his blonde hair and blue eyes on a very fit frame. Susan at 5'8" and 150lbs with brown hair and grey eyes was a couple of inches shorter than their daughter, Charlene, 22, whose 145lbs and full C-cup breasts were complimented by the same blonde hair, though far longer, and had the same blue eyes as her father.

Steve and Sara Bishop were the youngest of the group at 40 and 38 respectively. They were the children of missionaries who had served for many years in Malawi and were as good as natives. They were stationed at Rhumpi in the north. At 6'3" and 200lbs, Steve was a physical presence with his brown hair and hazel eyes. Sara was typically Irish in appearance at 5'6" and 125lbs with her red hair and green eyes, her B-cup breasts seeming perfect for her. Their son, Bruce, 19, was 6'2" and 185lbs, his brown hair and green eyes going well with his dark tan.

Harriet noticed that John seemed to spend time talking with Charlene Nance, while Bruce Bishop kept Mary engaged in conversation. Everyone was full of encouragement, telling how they wouldn't dream of living anywhere else.

"Given, not every place is right for everybody," Abel Hooker said, "and we've gone through several families before you trying to fill this post, but I have a feeling that your family is going to be perfect for Malawi."

"We sure hope so," James said. "We've dreamed for a long time of doing the Lord's missionary work."

"You'll find the people very receptive to the Lord's Word," Susan Nance said, "especially in the towns and cities. When you start moving into the bush and dealing with the various native groups, then you need to be more open, tolerant, and imaginative."

"You'll find that you can't sell the whole car, that you need to first get them to accept a wheel, then later a door," Steve Bishop explained.

"There's a lot of give and take," Sally Simmons said. "When they see that you are accepting of their ways, then they'll be more inclined to be accepting of ours."

"It's a fantastic growing experience," Julie Hooker said. "You'll learn a lot about yourselves and your faith."

"We're a bit worried about John and Mary," Harriet said.

"They're the least of your worries," Susan Nance said. "Our experience is that the children adapt faster, are more open to other ways of thinking and being and doing."

"It does seem so exciting," Mary Moore said.

"I'm sure you'll catch on quickly," Bruce Bishop said. "Nothing opens doors better than a beautiful girl."

"Well, aren't you the gallant one!" Harriet said with a smile when she saw Mary blush.

"We're all going to stay for a few days to help you get oriented," Abel Hooker explained. "We'll take turns spending time with you, showing you different things, explaining how things work, and answering your questions. After a few days with input from all of us, you'll be ready to take the bull by the horns. I'm sure that Bruce and Charlene will be happy to show John and Mary around."

"Well, this is certainly a warm welcome," James said. "We're very grateful for any help and advice you care to share."

The next few days were a whirlwind of orientation for the Moores, half of each day spent with a different family as they were shown around. Finally, everyone needed to begin their journey back to their own homes and good-byes were said with promises to come visit to see the other parts of Malawi.

James and Harriet poured themselves into starting the free school that they had planned, while John and Mary continued to explore the area. Chabwera and Teleza turned out to be invaluable, seeming to know anybody and everybody of any importance, always knowing where to find whatever it was that needed.

"I think that the two of you choosing to spend a year with us on missionary service before going back to school is a great idea," James said that evening at dinner. "You'll be much better people for it."

"I'm a lot more optimistic about things now," John said. "I wasn't so sure at first, but the people I'm meeting are really great."

"Me, too," Mary agreed. "I was so nervous, worried about leaving all of my friends, but the people here have been wonderful. I feel quite at home."

"I think your mother and I are about ready for our first excursion into the bush to some of the native villages," James said. "I want to talk to some of the others first to find out what they can tell me."

"How long would you be gone?" Mary asked.

"Well, since it will be our first time, I'd think it would be a short trip, no more than a few days," James replied. "The two of you will be fine here with Chabwera and Teleza."

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"James, I am totally falling in love with this place," Harriet said later that evening when they were in bed, their skins glistening with the sheen of sweat that they had worked up.

"It's hard not to," James said, turning onto his side and leaning over to capture one of Harriet's hard, ruby-like nipples between his lips and teeth.

"God, I've felt so turned on these past weeks," Harriet sighed as she held her husband's head as he suckled.

"So I've noticed," James said, one hand trailing down between her legs, his fingers sliding between her cum-slicked pussy lips.

"And you've been quite the stud yourself," Harriet said as James rolled onto her, her legs going up around his waist as his cock found her already well-used pussy once again.

"You've always inspired me and you know it," James said, rising up onto his knees, his cock ensconced in Harriet's pussy as he lifted her legs by the ankles, holding them well apart so that he could see his cock sliding in and out of her, her delicate pussy lips clinging to the shaft of his cock, the fiery red bush that she kept intact above her pussy, her pussy lips shaved bare.

"Oh, James," Harriet sighed as he massaged her clit with his thumb while he kept his cock plunging in and out of her juicy pussy.

"Time to meet God," James gasped, their personal code for him being ready to cum.

"Mmm, I love His blessings," Harriet said as James pulled his cock from her pussy and crawled up her body so that his glistening, gooey cock was sticking in her face.

"Ahhhh!" James cried out when he felt Harriet's lips close on his cock just as it erupted, cum blasting into her mouth as he emptied his balls.

"Sex has never felt so good as it has since we've been here," Harriet said when she had finished sucking him off and swallowing the last of his cum, milking his 8" of cock with her mouth and throat. "Once again I'm ashamed to say that I'm grateful that the Bible doesn't say anything specific about what kind of sex is okay."

"Restricting sex too much would make it impossible to get people to accept religion. Besides, you've never tasted better," James replied, falling onto his back next to her, pulling her over and onto him so that his tongue could sluice up into her sopping pussy.

"Oh, this is so incredible," Harriet sighed as he ate her pussy, her eyes on the town and lake beyond as she looked out the open balcony doors.

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"John, can I come in?" Mary asked, knocking on the door to his room from their common bathroom.

"Sure," John called out, smiling when he saw his sister come into his room.

"This place is really pretty cool, isn't it?" Mary asked as she sat on the edge of his bed in her usual sleeping attire, a t-shirt and panties, the ruby nipples on her C-cup breasts clearly visible through the material.

"I like it more every day," John replied, shifting a bit as he felt his cock react to the sight of his sister's hard nipples.

It was almost a month and John was getting very horny. The steady supply of girls back home was just that, back home. The only women he saw here were local women, the few Europeans older and married. Normally he didn't react to his sister's semi-nudity, but right now he was feeling the need to get laid. Masturbating had ceased to provide the kind of relief that he was craving.

"I miss my friends," Mary said with a sigh as she leaned back on her elbows.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," John replied, trying not to look at the camel toe of her panties, a few wisps of bright red hair escaping.

"I haven't even met anyone datable," Mary complained.

"Except the locals," John said.

"Oh! I never even thought..." Mary said. "Would you, you know, date a local girl?"

"I'm not sure," John replied. "Maybe. Some of them sure are beautiful."

"I'm not sure I could date a black man," Mary admitted.

"Don't let mom and dad hear you say that," John admonished.

"Oh, I don't have anything against them," Mary protested. "I've just never considered it. There's always been plenty of white boys."

"Well, that's certainly not the case now," John replied. "I've certainly thought about it lately."

"Really?!" Mary said, staring at him and noticing the bulge beneath the sheet.

"I'm only human," John told her. "I get horny. I keep thinking of that old joke about black or white on the outside, it's all pink inside."

"John!" Mary exclaimed, her cheeks flaming.

"Well, what can I say?" John asked. "I'm horny and that popped into my head. Do you plan on being a nun for the next year?"

"I don't know," Mary replied, closing her knees as she felt her pussy get wet. "I don't know what to do," she added.

"Well, mom and dad sure are having a good time," John said with a chuckle, trying not to stare at Mary's now hard nipples.

"They are, aren't they?" Mary agreed, giggling. "And you can hear everything in this house."

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"Hi, Abel," James said into the telephone.

"James, how are things going down there in Nkopola?" Abel asked.

"Couldn't be better, Abel," James replied. "We really feel at home here and the people have been great, really open and accepting."

"That's Malawi," Abel replied. "I'm glad you're enjoying it. The last three families they brought in seemed to dislike everything about it right from the get-go."

"Well, the school is going really well," James explained. "We've already got 18 children showing up every day."

"That's great!" Abel replied. "When you love their children and they see this, the people will love you and respect you in turn. Their children are everything to them."

"That makes us all the same, doesn't it?" James said.

"True, true," Abel replied. "How are John and Mary getting along?"

"Oh, they seem to like it well enough," James replied. "They spend a large part of their day wandering the town, meeting people. This is going to be a great experience for them for a year before they head back to school."

"No surprise there," Abel said. "I'm sure they've picked up their attitudes from you and Harriet. She seems like a wonderful woman."

"The best," James replied. "And I've never seen her happier than she's been since we've been here."

"Funny how that works," Abel said. "Julie totally blossomed when we moved here."

"I'm thinking about taking my first trip into the bush to meet some of the local natives," James said. "What do you think of that idea?"

"Well, you've got to do it sooner or later," Abel said. "You don't have any fears or trepidations about going into the bush alone?"

"I don't think so," James replied. "We've encountered nothing but friendliness from everyone we've met. Can it be that much different outside of the town?"

"Not really, though there are definitely differences," Abel replied. "The people in the towns and cities are further removed from their primitive pasts, though never completely. I've seldom been in a home where there wasn't some native, pagan shrine right beneath or next to the cross and picture of Jesus."Is there anything in particular that you'd advise?" James asked.

"That's hard to say," Abel replied. "There are several totally different groups, all descended from the original Bantu who came here about 1,000 A.D. down the rift valley. They've each evolved and developed differently, sometimes radically differently. Some are more amenable to incorporating Christ into their lives than the others."

"Will we have a language problem?" James asked.

"You're not taking Chabwera or Teleza with you?" Abel asked.

"It hadn't occurred to me," James replied. "I thought that they'd look after John and Mary while we were gone. Do we need to take someone local with us?"

"No, not necessarily," Abel replied. "You don't have to worry about violence or anything like that. You'll find that you have the Chewa, Nyanja, Tumbuka, Yao, Lomwe, Sena, Tonga, Ngoni, and Ngonde tribes fairly evenly represented all over the country in the bush and also across the borders into Mozambique, Zambia, Tanzania, and even into Zimbabwe. I'd avoid Zimbabwe if I were you. They've been having serious racial issues for a number of years now. The others are far more tolerant."

"I think Malawi is enough on our plate for now," James said. "Once we feel more confident, I'm sure we'll expand our horizons."

"You'll need to be ready to expand your horizons in the bush in Malawi, too," Abel advised. "Each of the tribes has different customs. Like you were advised, your ability to adapt, accept, and adopt are going to be the keys to your success with the bush tribes. Everything that you've learned about life up until now is going to be challenged in the bush. I can't emphasize that enough. If you are open, tolerant, and flexible towards accepting the ways of the bush tribes, you will not only succeed, but you will grow and evolve as a person yourself. If you can't, you will break and you will leave."

"I understand what you're saying, but I guess the reality won't really hit me until I'm confronted," James said. "I feel confident that we're open enough to the differences in people that it won't be a problem."

"Exactly," Abel agreed. "We've all been through it, so we understand. That said, if you ask any of us if we'd come here again, knowing what we'd be dealing with and the changes it was going to engender in our lives, I'm certain that everyone would say yes. I'm a better person, man, and husband for my experiences here."

"You just make me hunger all the more to go out and try to spread His Word in the bush," James replied, overcome with emotion.

"God Bless, James," Abel said. "I look forward to hearing from you when you get back."

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"Chabwera," James asked at dinner the next evening, "do you have any suggestions about which bush tribe Harriet and I might visit first?"

"You want me or Teleza to go with you?" Chabwera asked.

"Do you think that that's necessary?" James asked.

"Not for most tribes," Chabwera replied. "Some tribes, you need more time here before you approach them by yourselves. Maybe you should start with the Ngoni. They are good people, not aggressive."

"Is there a Ngoni tribe anywhere near here?" Harriet asked.

"There is one, maybe half a day of driving, then 5-6 hours walking," Chabwera replied after a moment. "You will need to dress properly and take water."

"Is the route to walk well marked?" James asked.

"You won't have any trouble," Chabwera replied. "Keep the sun in front of you."

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"Don't you two look like something out of a safari movie ad" Mary said with a laugh a couple of days later as the dawn was breaking.

"I feel like a safari movie ad," Harriet replied with a laugh, looking down at the bush outfit she was wearing, loose long pants rolled up to mid-thigh, loose long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the biceps, each of them with a Tilley LTM6 Airflo bush hat which were gifts from Chabwera and Teleza.

"Remember, if the flies come, you must roll down the pants and shirt as quickly as possible," Chabwera reminded them. "Drop the screen from the hat to your shoulders to protect your neck and face. A few bites won't hurt you, but if you get really attacked, it can be serious. You put the injectable antihistamines in your pockets?"

"Yes," James replied, his hand going up to feel his left breast pocket.

"And you have the map?" Chabwera asked.

"Right here," Harriet said, holding it up. "I'm the navigator."

"We'll be back in 2-3 days," James said, hugging Mary. "Chabwera and Teleza will be here if you need anything."

"Have a good time," John said, shaking his father's hand and hugging his mother.

"And be safe!" Mary admonished. "I can't believe you're really going to do this."

"There has to be a first time," Harriet said.

"Take lots of pictures," Mary said. "You have plenty of batteries and memory cards?"

"More than enough for a few days," James assured her, patting the pocket of his bush vest that held the camera.

"They'll be fine," Teleza assured John and Mary as they watched James and Harriet drive away. "Don't you worry."

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"What do you think?" Chabwera asked Teleza for the dozenth time when they got back to the kitchen.

"They'll be fine," Teleza insisted. "They got what it takes. Besides, I sent a message to Bwerani."

"Teleza!!" Chabwera gasped.

"I like this family," Teleza said. "Better than the last ones they sent. These people are real and they really believe."

"We both know how Ngoni are," Chabwera said.

"We should," Teleza said with a laugh. "We're Ngoni. I just told Bwerani to go easy and to make sure he gets a good video. He's my cousin, after all."

"And chief of the tribe. And you think that they're going to go along?" Chabwera asked.

"I do," Teleza replied firmly. "They really want to succeed, especially knowing that the last families didn't. They got pride. Besides, they love to fuck, do it all the time."

"Hard to miss that," Chabwera admitted grudgingly. "I guess we'll know in a few days."

"I guess so," Teleza agreed.

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"Okay, turn here," Harriet instructed about 3 hours later. "It looks like we go about an hour or so until the road ends. That's where the trail starts."

"Calling this rutted dirt track a road is quite generous," James said with a grin.

"This is amazing country," Harriet observed. "It changes so quickly when you move away from the lake. It's really quite dynamic."

"Ready?" James asked as he helped Harriet into her small backpack after they had parked their car at the end of the road, the trail to be taken obvious at this point.

"Do you think we'll get there before dark?" Harriet asked. "I'm not so sure I'd like being out in the middle of nowhere at night."

"Chabwera said it was about a 5-6 hour walk," James replied. "It's just noon now, so we should be okay. He said the trail was fairly level until the end when it starts going up at the beginning of the foothills."

"Is that it, do you think?" Harriet asked a little over 5 hours later, her shirt drenched in sweat, as well as the waist and crotch of her pants, just like James.

"I think it might be," James said, stopping next to her. "The timing is right. You ready for this?" he asked, smiling at her, reaching out to brush a strand of fiery red hair from her face.

"I suppose so," Harriet replied, "though I have no idea what to expect."

"We'll just take it slow, introduce ourselves, see what happens from there," James said, as they had already discussed many times.

"What do you want here?" a dark man with long hair said, suddenly appearing from behind some rocks in front of them. He was wearing a short, skirt-like piece of material around his waist and had a variety of necklaces hanging down onto his tattooed chest.

"I am James Moore and this is my wife, Harriet," James said, smiling easily. "We are with the Presbyterian mission in Nkopola and are interested in meeting the people who live in the bush."

"Wait here," the man said. "I will report to my chief."

"Well, that was certainly different," Harriet said when the man left.

"Think about it," James said. "Their village is out in the middle of nowhere and two white people show up. I'd say it was a fair question."

"He never even said hello," Harriet pointed out.

"Maybe that's not their way," James suggested.

"Chief Bwerani invites you to visit our village," the man said when he reappeared. "Do you accept his invitation?"

"Yes, we do," James replied, smiling.

"Follow me," the man said, turning on his heel and leading them the last couple of hundred meters to the village, a collection of 20-30 huts made from foraged tree branches, all sitting around a central clearing where a tall man with many necklaces hanging down his tattooed chest stood, wearing the same type of wraparound short skirt but of a brighter blue color. Next to him stood a tall woman with necklaces hanging down between her naked breasts, topped with large dark nipples. She, too, wore a similar wraparound skirt of the same bright blue.

"This is Chief Bwerani," the man said, stopping in front of the regal-appearing couple. "James Moore, Harriet Moore," he said, surprising both James and Harriet.

"I welcome you," Chief Bwerani said. "You accept my invitation?"

"Yes, we do, and thank you," James replied with a smile.

Chief Bwerani glanced at the woman by his side, the entire village in a semi-circle around them, and gave a short nod, at which the woman stepped forward and dropped to her knees in front of James, reaching for his trousers.

"Wha-what are you doing?" James gasped as the woman quickly opened his trousers and extracted his cock.

"You accepted my invitation," Chief Bwerani said, stepping forward one step and pulling aside his wraparound, his thick, ebony cock dangling in front of him as he put his other hand on Harriet's shoulder, pressing downward as she gasped at the sight of James' cock disappearing into the woman's mouth and then the sight of 10" of solid ebony cock that she was obviously expected to suck.

"But-but-but we-we," James gasped as against his will his cock swelled to its full 8" under the expert ministrations of the woman, disappearing down her throat as she sucked on him.

"You have accepted my invitation," Chief Bwerani said sternly, pressing on Harriet's shoulder so that she had no choice but to drop to her knees, Chief Bwerani's huge ebony cock dangling in her face.

"James!" Harriet gasped as Chief Bwerani tilted her head back, sticking the head of his cock into her open mouth.

James was doing everything in his power not to cum, as the blowjob he was receiving was by far the best one he had ever received. At the same time, the sight of Chief Bwerani's cock in Harriet's mouth was inexplicably turning him on instead of inducing horror and dread. He was aware enough to realize that even though Harriet easily took all of his cock into her mouth, she was actually gagging on Chief Bwerani's as it pressed against the entrance to her throat.

"We have not invited anyone in a long time," Chief Bwerani said, standing with one hand on his hip, the other holding his wraparound to the side as Harriet used both hands to hold his cock while sucking him and getting her face fucked at the same time. "It is an honor for us," he added, looking down with a smile at James' cock disappearing into the woman's mouth, then looking down to watch as Harriet sucked his cock.

"Uh, uh, we are honored to be invited," James stammered, his eyes widening when he saw Harriet's tongue snake out beneath Chief Bwerani's cock filling her mouth, a technique that he was all too familiar with, one that often induced him to lose control and cum.

"You are ready for the Blessing," Chief Bwerani said, observing James and realizing that he was close to losing control.

"Oh, oh, oh!" James gasped as his cock erupted, cum pulsing into the woman's eagerly sucking mouth.

"Ahh, the Blessing," Chief Bwerani said, his hand on Harriet's head whose eyes bulged when his cock exploded into her mouth, hot thick cum filling her mouth, causing her to choke as she gulped it down, her mouth filling again, gulping again, and again, and again, until finally the flow slowed down, then stopped, and breathlessly Harriet was able to squeeze and milk the last drops of cum from his cock, the pointed tip of her tongue probing the slit of Chief Bwerani's cock for any last bits as James stared in astonishment.

"Thank you for accepting my invitation and receiving my Blessing," Chief Bwerani said, helping a gasping Harriet to her feet as the woman who had just sucked James off rose to her feet. "Thank you for Blessing my wife, who is named Dziko."

"I thank you for your invitation and Blessing," Harriet said, her head spinning from what had just occurred.

"Yes, thank you," James added as he tucked his still-hard cock back into his trousers and fastened them.

"Please, come into my home and tell me about why you are here," Chief Bwerani said, turning to lead the way, Dziko following right behind him.

"Are you okay?" James whispered to Harriet as they followed.

"My God, James," Harriet exclaimed, "I just sucked his cock!"

"And his wife sucked mine," James replied.

Chief Bwerani's home turned out to be a larger stick and bramble hut. There were several throw rugs covering the ground and a few small cushions. As they sat, bowls of dried fruit were placed in the middle and they were given gourd-cups of some liquid.

"Welcome!" Chief Bwerani said, raising his gourd-cup.

"Oh, my!" Harriet said, coughing when she swallowed the fiery, strong liquid.

"That's something else," James said, barely managing not to cough himself.

"Dziko makes it," Chief Bwerani said proudly, beaming at his wife.

"Do you like it?" Dziko asked in a soft voice, a smile on her face.

"It's very strong," Harriet replied, "but it has a nice taste. I'm sure I could learn to drink it without coughing."

"You received Bwerani's Blessing without coughing, I am sure that you will be able to drink ktang without coughing," Dziko said. "They are both things that are accomplished only with practice."

"Well, yes, I suppose so," Harriet replied, blushing furiously at the memory of Chief Bwerani's huge ebony cock swelling, then exploding in her mouth. Against her will, she felt her pussy flooding with juices, just as it had when it actually happened.

"I also enjoyed the Blessing of James," Dziko continued. "It was a good Blessing."

"Yes, thank you," Harriet replied awkwardly.

"Now, please explain to me why you come to receive my invitation and Blessing," Chief Bwerani said.

For the next half an hour, James explained about Christ and the Presbyterian church, the teachings and purported benefits of following those teachings. He explained that their purpose was to introduce Christ and his Blessings to those who had not had the chance to know them so that Christ might be a part of their lives.

"These are not bad things," Chief Bwerani said when James stopped talking. "We, too, have these things, but we find them in the running water, the rushing wind, the mountain spirits."

"And those are good things," James conceded. "More people need to be aware of these things, to be open to the energy that they possess and offer."

"What you say is true!" Chief Bwerani said, jumping to his feet, excitement in his face. "And you say that this Christ, he does all of these things himself?"

"And more, though not necessarily himself," James replied. "Everything that he does, he does in the name of God, His Father and the Father of us all."

"This we understand," Chief Bwerani said, nodding. "The all spirit, Ur-Rah. Even the rivers, winds, and mountains all talk to him."

"Do you think that you would want to have Christ as a part of your life also?" James asked.

"I will need to think about this," Chief Bwerani said. "You ask me to make room for your gods next to my own. My gods might not like to give up the room that they have. I will need to consult them."

"Come, enough of gods," Dziko said. "It is time for evening meal. You will join us," she said as she rose to her feet.

The meal was served in the center of the open area with everyone in the tribe eating communally and together. Chief Bwerani ate the same food as the rest of his people, though the sea did part to let him through as he approached to fill his gourd-bowl.

James and Harriet enjoyed the stew, some kind of meat with various vegetables. Sitting right next to Chief Bwerani and Dziko, they couldn't yet talk, so they observed the people, colorful, full of joy, clearly caring of one another.

"Your people are beautiful," Harriet said.

"They are a good people, happy," Chief Bwerani replied. "That is my duty. We share our Blessings. That is the key to our happiness."

As the meal finished, some men beat on some drum-like instruments, creating a rhythm, and people started to dance, to move to the rhythm. No two moved or danced alike, they each moved according to how the rhythm affected them. Gourd-cups of ktang were shoved into their hands and then they were up dancing to the rhythm of the beating drums, losing themselves in the trance of everyone moving together, a seething mass of passion seeming to dominate all feelings.

And then they were being led to a hut and allowed to slide to the cloth-covered ground, exhausted, drunk, their minds exploding from the experience of the day.

"Oh, James, I'm so sorry," Harriet said, sprawled on her back, her head slightly spinning from all of the ktang.

"Sorry?" James replied. "For what?"

"James!" Harriet exclaimed, turning onto her side to face him. "The invitation. Sucking Chief Bwerani's cock."

"You did exactly the right thing," James replied evenly, turning to look at her. "Do you think we'd still be here if we hadn't acceded to their invitation?"

"Sucking cocks for Christ," Harriet said, then burst out laughing. "Oh, James, I'm sorry. I just couldn't help it. I think that I'm a little drunk. Did it bother you, to see that?"

"I was a bit busy with my cock buried in Dziko's mouth at the time," James replied.

"But you looked, you watched?" Harriet asked.

"Yes, I looked, I watched," James admitted.

"How did that make you feel?" Harriet asked.

"I remember thinking about the contrast of your pale skin with his ebony cock," James replied, blushing slightly.

"And?" Harriet asked.

"And I remember noticing your tongue under his cock," James replied. "I almost came when I saw that. I knew that you were trying to make him cum. I briefly wondered if you were enjoying it."

"I had no doubts that you were enjoying Dziko," Harriet said, then smiled when she saw the look of dismay start to form on his face. "You'd have to be dead not to. I thought for a moment about how white your cock looked, but otherwise, I didn't really think about it at all. I wasn't insulted or angry or anything normal like that. I was more numb than anything, especially when Chief Bwerani stuck his cock in my mouth."

"She had an amazing talent for sucking a cock," James admitted, grinning sheepishly. "I can't believe I lasted as long as I did. Was anything about sucking his cock good for you?"

"Good for me!" Harriet exploded, her eyes wide. "James!"

"Well, it wouldn't be entirely outside the realm of possibility, would it?" he asked. "Sucking a cock is your favorite thing to do, isn't it? Or has that changed?"

"Bastard!" Harriet said, then laughed. "Okay, when he started to cum, I came. When I thought about it again after dinner around the fire and the dancing, I came again."No kidding!" James said, staring at her. "Do you ever cum when I cum in your mouth?"

"All the time," Harriet replied, nodding her head. "But Chief Bwerani cums. I mean, he really cums. I've never had to swallow more than twice with you. I had to swallow five or six times with him. Thick cum, too. I'll bet that's why Dziko brews that ktang. It cleared my mouth totally, even the taste of his cum. But I can feel my jaw aching now. He's pretty big."

"So I noticed," James said. "You looked like a little girl because his cock was so big."

"So you're not upset about it?" Harriet asked.

"Are you upset at all about Dziko sucking my cock?" James asked.

"No," Harriet replied, shaking her head.

"And I'm not bothered that you sucked Chief Bwerani's cock," James said, "though I wish I had thought of my camera."

"You wouldn't dare!" Harriet said with a laugh, climbing on top of him.

"Do you think we should?" James asked when Harriet reached down between them to grab his cock.

"I doubt that it matters," Harriet replied, kissing him.

"The camera," James said, trying to reach for his vest.

"What?" Harriet exclaimed.

"For us," James pleaded. "Look at where we are. "I'll just set it away from us. You'll thank me one day."

"So this is what you're really like," Harriet said, stripping her clothes off while James got the camera and set it up, propping it on a backpack facing the entrance to the hut and the central square beyond where the fire's embers still glowed in the night.

"You really came twice?" James asked as he quickly stripped, his cock standing out in front of him.

"Care to make it three times?" Harriet asked, pulling her knees to her chest and exposing her pussy to him.

"Definitely," James said, dropping to his knees.

"No, no, not that!" Harriet cried out when James leaned down and slid his tongue into her pussy. "Oh, God!" she gasped as James fastened his lips on her clit and teased it in just the way he knew would trigger an orgasm, arching her hips into his face as she began to cum.

"You bastard!" she hissed when he crawled up her body and kissed her, the taste of her pussy thick on his tongue as his cock slid into her, her legs reaching up to wrap around his waist.

"This is great," James gasped as he began to plunge his cock in and out of Harriet's sopping pussy. As wet as she was, he could feel the hydraulic-type pressure of her pussy on his cock as she squeezed him with her muscles.

"Don't cum in me," Harriet gasped as she came on his cock yet again. "No way to clean up."

"Here you are," James gasped a few minutes later, pulling his cock from Harriet's pussy and crawling up her body to stick his gooey cock in her mouth as his balls exploded.

Unlike Chief Bwerani, Harriet had no trouble taking all of James' cock into her mouth and she used all of her mouth and throat muscles to milk him, not stopping until she had extracted every last drop of cum that she could.

"This is amazing," Harriet gasped as she lay sprawled on her back, looking out the entrance to the hut to the glowing embers beyond.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Did you sleep well?" Chief Bwerani asked them the next morning when they emerged from their hut to the sounds of the village coming awake.

"We did, thank you," James replied.

"Please accept my Blessing to start your day," Chief Bwerani said, pulling aside his wraparound to reveal his thick, ebony cock.

"You honor me, Chief Bwerani," Harriet managed to croak as Dziko knelt in front of James and quickly extracted his cock, inhaling it.

Harriet's cheeks were flaming like her hair as she knelt in front of Chief Bwerani in the center area, everyone gathering around, and began to suck his thick ebony cock. She could hear the sounds of Dziko sucking James' cock as she attempted to get her mouth around the hugeness of Chief Bwerani's cock.

"James and Harriet are our blessed guests," Chief Bwerani announced to the gathered crowd as Dziko and Harriet continued their blowjobs.

There was a general murmuring of approval as everyone gathered close, wanting to see the Blessing bestowed. James was the first, stifling a cry as his balls exploded. Racking her eyes over in spite of Chief Bwerani's cock filling her mouth, Harriet could see cum pulsing from the end of James' cock onto Dziko's extended tongue just before she inhaled his cock, burying her nose against his belly.

And then Chief Bwerani began to cum, his cock exploding in her mouth, cum gushing onto her tongue and down her throat as she gulped as fast as she could. She could feel his hand on her head as she sucked and gulped, milking him with both hands and her mouth as she squeezed every possible drop of cum from him before rocking back on her heels and trying to clear her mouth of his thick cum.

"Thank you for receiving my Blessing," Chief Bwerani said as he helped Harriet to her feet.

"Thank you for your Blessing, Chief Bwerani," Harriet replied with a wan, cummy smile.

"Come, let us get some morning meal to help wash down the Blessing," Dziko said, taking Harriet's arm. "Ktang is too strong for the morning."

Harriet couldn't help laughing as Dziko led her to the communal breakfast offering, some fruits, cheeses, and bread.

"Just like at home," Harriet observed to James when they sat to eat. "Suck your cock, eat some breakfast, usually fruits, cheeses and some bread."

"Feeling at home, are you?" James asked with a chuckle.

"I'm feeling almost disembodied," Harriet replied. "This is a Fellini movie gone wrong. Sucking the big, black cock of a stranger in the center square of town while everyone gathers to watch."

"If it's any consolation, you looked pretty hot doing it," James said, raising an arm to fend off the blow that she aimed at him.

"I suppose you like an audience?" Harriet asked.

"Actually, I was thinking that I was lucky to have anything left for Dziko after last night," James replied, smiling as her cheeks flushed. "I think the wild brought out the wild in you."

"Just keep up the good work," Harriet said smugly, flashing a smile at him. "And don't forget why we're really here."

"Not a chance," James assured her. "I don't care how many times Dziko sucks my cock."

"See, this is such a Fellini conversation," Harriet said. "It's like our life has suddenly turned into a Dali painting; everything's become a bit surreal."

"God works in mysterious ways," James said. "I've given up questioning; I just accept."

"I keep trying to find shame in myself," Harriet confessed. "The only shame I've found is that I'm ashamed to say that I can't find any. I feel as though there's something wrong with me."

"I don't see how you've violated any of Christ's laws," James said slowly. "I've been thinking about it because I realized that my feelings towards you haven't diminished because of...if anything, I feel closer to you, more in love with you than ever."

"But the 8th Commandment, 'Thou shall not commit adultery'," Harriet said.

"I don't consider what has happened here to be adultery," James said after a moment.

"But what about Hebrews 13:4?" Harriet asked. "Marriage should be honored by all, and the marriage bed kept pure, for God will judge the adulterer and all the sexually immoral."

"The first thing that comes to mind is that what we've gone through here is all about honor, honoring the guest, honoring the host, honoring God because of the purity of our actions," James said. "I also see the adultery they are referring to as being about unfaithfulness, falseness, or disloyalty. There's been none of that in any way, shape, or form."

"I'm not so sure that that would be a general interpretation," Harriet said, "but I love you to death for it. And in the way you describe it, I agree."

"James, please come and talk with me some more about Christ," Chief Bwerani said as he came up.

"I'd like that, Chief Bwerani," James said, getting to his feet.

"Dziko enjoys your Blessing," Chief Bwerani said.

"Uh, that's very kind," James stammered. "She is very talented."

"She is," Chief Bwerani agreed. "I make certain that she practices frequently so that she can honor all Ngoni."

"I am very honored, Chief Bwerani," James assured him.

"Now," Chief Bwerani said as they took their seats in his hut, and for the next 3 hours, Chief Bwerani asked about Christ, sharp, insightful questions, with depth, wanting to know about ramifications pro and con to a variety of situations.

"Bwerani, we should offer our guests the midday meal," Dziko said. "You have done nothing but talk. They must be tired and thirsty."

"This is true," Chief Bwerani said, smiling at his wife. "I have learned much from James, and Harriet. We will eat and then I will decide."

"Never would I have expected such questions," Harriet said when they got some food and sat in the shade to eat. "That'll teach me to judge a book by its cover."

"Amen," James agreed. "That is one very bright man."

"I'm impressed with his integrity," Harriet said. "This is a very lucky village to have him as their chief."

"I have decided," Chief Bwerani said loudly in the midst of the midday meal.

Conversation stopped and everyone looked to the chief expectantly.

"James and Harriet have explained to me about Christ," Chief Bwerani explained. "I have asked many questions and have received good and honest answers to my questions. I am satisfied that there is room for Christ in our lives."

There was much murmuring now, as nobody had any idea what he was talking about, but this was their chief and he always led them and guided them properly.

"You ask me, ask us to join your Presbyterian tribe of Christ," Chief Bwerani said. "I will agree to do this if you will also agree to join our tribe of the Ngoni."

"We would be honored, Chief Bwerani," James replied after exchanging looks with Harriet.

"We will hold the ceremony after the evening meal," Chief Bwerani announced.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"This has gone beyond my wildest hopes," James said to Harriet as they sought the shade of the hut they had used the previous night.

"It is about as good as we could have hoped for," Harriet agreed. "I can't help wondering about what the ceremony will be like."

"Me, too," James agreed. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be interesting."

"I must admit that I am looking forward to getting home so that I can bathe," Harriet said. "Other than the kids, that's what I miss."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"We will now hold the ceremony," Chief Bwerani announced after an hour of incredible feasting, at which a small deer had been grilled on a spit over the fire, apparently a signal honor and a rare event. "First, I will join your Presbyterian tribe of Christ," he declared. "Then you will join the Ngoni tribe."

"We do it very simply," James explained. "I ask you a question and you answer yes or no."

"I will speak for my people," Chief Bwerani said. "My words will be theirs."

"Okay," James said, reaching into his back pocket for a bible. "This is our holy book," he explained. "Put your hand on the book while I ask the question."

"So if I do not answer true, your god will strike me down," Chief Bwerani said, nodding approvingly.

"Chief Bwerani, do you believe that Jesus Christ died for your sins and the sins of your people and do you accept him as your Savior?" James asked.

"Yes," Chief Bwerani answered strongly. "For myself and for my people."

"Welcome to the community of Christ," James said, a big smile on his face.

"Am I now a Christian?" Chief Bwerani asked.

"You are," James replied, his heart full of joy.

"Are you now ready to become part of the Ngoni tribe?" Chief Bwerani asked.

"Yes, we are," James replied.

"Prepare," Chief Bwerani said, and people went scurrying. "We will drink," he said, handing each of them a full gourd-cup of ktang. "You will be our first new Ngoni while I am a Christian Chief," he announced proudly.

James and Harriet watched curiously as a huge pile of dried grasses were piled up in the center. When it was about 4 feet high, it was covered with a large, embroidered cloth. Children were encouraged to play on it and they compressed the grasses down to about a foot in height.

"In the way of our ancestors as it always has been and always will be, we now welcome to the Ngoni, James Moore and Harriet Moore," Chief Bwerani announced to the gathered people who crowded close. "Are you ready?" he asked Harriet.

"Y-yes," Harriet replied, confused. "W-what..." she said when Dziko and two other women stepped forward and began undressing her. "James!" she cried out, her voice quavering as her bra was removed and her naked breasts exposed, her thick ruby nipples immediately screwing into hard knots.

"James!" Harriet cried out weakly as there were many gasps from the ebony crowd of people surrounding her, everyone wanting to reach out and touch her freckled, alabaster skin, so unlike their own.

James was frozen, unable to move, not sure what he would do if he could as Harriet was stripped naked. Dziko and the two women now gently pulled Harriet onto the embroidered cloth, pulling her down onto her back. One woman knelt above her head, her hands resting lightly on her shoulders. Dziko and the other woman each knelt on one side of her legs.

"James!" Harriet gasped when she felt her legs grabbed and pulled wide apart, exposing her pussy, which elicited even more murmuring as everyone saw her pale, bald pussy, her lips spread apart to show the glistening interior, her fat clit above, and above everything a fiery thatch of hair.

James could only stare as Chief Bwerani dropped his wraparound, his huge 10" of ebony cock swinging in front of him. He turned to Dziko who took his cock in her mouth, all of it. James felt his mouth hanging open when he saw her do this and noticed that Harriet had a similar reaction.

Then Chief Bwerani turned from Dziko, his thick ebony cock glistening from her mouth, and knelt in front of Harriet's spread thighs.

"Oh, my God!" Harriet gasped when she felt Chief Bwerani rub the head of his cock up and down between her spread pussy lips, then press it into her, slowly and inexorably, until every inch had disappeared inside of her as she lay there gasping for breath, her pussy filled and stretched like it had never been before.

Then he started fucking her, sliding every inch of ebony cock from her each time before filling her up again. James was mesmerized by the sight of that huge ebony shaft sliding in and out of Harriet's spread pussy, her delicate inner lips sliding along the shaft each time it moved in and out.

Everyone started chanting, a low chant, in time with Chief Bwerani's strokes as he continued fucking Harriet. Slowly but surely, the tempo and volume of the chants increased until it was a rapid crescendo, Chief Bwerani's hips a blur as he fucked Harriet like a maniac.

And then they stopped, holding one high tone, Chief Bwerani's head thrown back, his hips pressed tightly up against Harriet's ass, his cock buried in her pussy.

James could see Harriet trembling as Chief Bwerani slowly withdrew his cock from her pussy, which gaped lewdly open, a veritable river of cum flowing out. The women in the crowd did a very high-pitched ululation while the men barked like dogs as Chief Bwerani displayed his glistening ebony cock.

James saw Harriet still gasping for breath, her legs spread wide, her pussy gaping open, cum still flowing from her. He saw her eyes widen in synchronicity with his own when Chief Bwerani turned to Dziko once again and she engulfed his glistening, gooey cock, taking it all the way into her throat, sucking it clean as he slowly pulled it back out.

"You are now Ngoni," Chief Bwerani declared, reaching down with both hands to pull Harriet to her feet, cum now running down her inner thighs. "You may now give and receive Blessings from all Ngoni."

Everyone was trying to crowd around, reaching out to touch Harriet. The ones that managed to reach her inner thighs licked their fingers to taste the chief's blessings.

"And now James Moore will become Ngoni," Chief Bwerani announced, and three husky young men stepped forward and began stripping James of his clothes, leaving him naked with his 8" of hard white cock standing out in front of him.

Harriet could only stare as the three men pulled James onto his back like she had been, his hard cock sticking up in the air. Chief Bwerani was holding her against his body, her back to him, his huge cock along the outside of her thigh, one hand draped over her shoulder to cup her breasts and pinch and pull on her hard, aching nipples, unable to ignore the feeling of cum sliding down the inside of her thighs.

Then Dziko appeared, shedding her wraparound to reveal a gleaming ebony body with a thick thatch of dark hair covering her pussy. Bending over and taking James' cock in her mouth, she sucked on him, making sure that he was nice and hard and liberally lubricating him before squatting over him and guiding his cock to her pussy.

James groaned when Dziko sank onto his cock, her pussy picking up where her mouth had left off, like a hydraulic machine sucking and milking his cock as she slammed her hips up and down as the rest of the people took up their chant, slowly increasing the pitch and tempo in time with Dziko's pussy rising up and down on James' cock. It didn't take long before Dziko was grinding her hips down on him as he came, filling her hungry pussy. When she had milked him dry, she stood up, one hand cupping her pussy which she then held up to show the cum.

Everyone gathered close as she dragged her tongue through the cum, then offered her hand to the crowd, the women fighting to get close enough to either lick her hand or drag their fingers through the cum so that they could taste it.

"You are now Ngoni," Chief Bwerani said, offering James a hand and helping him to his feet. "You are now free to give and receive Blessings from all Ngoni."

"Thank you for the honor, Chief Bwerani," James gasped, his legs still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm.

Everyone started shouting and yelling as they jumped up and down in riotous dance in celebration. James and Harriet looked around for their clothes but didn't see them. Gourd-cups of ktang were shoved into their hands and they both greedily gulped it down. They were getting used to the taste.

"James, I had no idea," Harriet said, shaking her head.

"Neither did I," he replied.

"I'm still cumming," she said, then burst out laughing. "God, I'm still cumming!"

"That impressive, was it?" James asked.

"James, you're big and you know that you make me cum like crazy," Harriet replied. "But Chief Bwerani is big, really big. I've never had anything that size in me before except a baby being born and it was coming the other way."

"It was something to see," James told her.

"What do you mean?" Harriet asked, her eyes flashing with alarm.

"You are so tiny, so white, so red, so pink," he replied. "He is so black, so big. It looked like your pussy would split in two."

"That's exactly what it felt like, too," Harriet replied, then laughed.

"Come, we dance," Chief Bwerani said, still naked himself.

With a shrug of the shoulders, James and Harriet joined the crowd, dancing naked until they were too tired to stand up anymore. When they staggered to the hut they had slept in, they found their clothes there.

"I don't know that I've ever been so exhausted," Harriet said, sprawled on her back.

"I know what you mean," James said, dropping to his knees, "but there's no way I'm going to sleep without fucking you.""James!" Harriet hissed, then started laughing when he lifted her legs high into the air and glued his mouth to her well-used pussy. "Oh, James," Harriet sighed, her hand on his head as she felt his tongue in her, then she was arching her hips in orgasm as he sucked on her clit, her juices flowing onto his tongue as he slid it back into her to drink her up before crawling up her body, his cock finding its way deep into her pussy as her legs rose up to wrap around his waist.

"I can't believe you ate my pussy after all of that," Harriet said, kissing him.

"Tasted as good as ever," James assured her as his hips rose and fell, her pussy clasping him in its familiar way until finally he came, this time pumping his cum deep into her pussy before falling over asleep next to her.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Ready for a hike?" James asked the next morning when they awoke and dressed after indulging in a last fuck in the village before leaving.

"Yes," Harriet replied, her cheeks glowing along with her eyes. "I feel like I have so much energy."

"I'd say this experience has agreed with you," James observed, smiling at the flush that appeared on her cheeks.

"It's been an experience unlike any other and far more than I ever expected," Harriet replied.

"I'll say," James said with a laugh as they exited their hut.

"Good morning, James and Harriet," Chief Bwerani said as he approached them with Dziko, a big smile on his face. "Did you sleep well?"

"Like the dead," James replied. "That was quite a party."

"Yes, we like to celebrate," Chief Bwerani said. "We are always looking for an excuse."

"It was a wonderful celebration, Chief Bwerani," Harriet said.

"Yes, it was," Chief Bwerani agreed. "Will you allow me to give you my Blessing before you leave us?" he asked, pulling aside his wraparound to reveal his massive, ebony cock.

"Oh!" Harriet gasped, her cheeks flushing as she stared at his huge cock, remembering how it had felt filling her pussy. "Yes, thank you," she replied as she sank to her knees. "I'd be honored," she said as she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock in.

"Please, give me your Blessing," Dziko said, sinking to her knees in front of James and extracting his cock, licking her lips and smiling as she let it slide onto her tongue and down her throat as her nose pressed up against his belly.

James suppressed a groan as Dziko's mouth and throat massaged his cock, looking over to see Chief Bwerani's huge ebony shaft sticking out of Harriet's mouth, her tongue along the underside of his cock as she sucked on him.

Dziko's talent proved too much, even though James had just finished fucking Harriet, and his balls spasmed as he pumped cum into Dziko's eager, sucking mouth.

Looking over at Harriet on her knees, her mouth full of Chief Bwerani's thick ebony cock, James saw her tilt her head back and then he saw the outline of the head of Chief Bwerani's cock entering her throat. Harriet closed her lips on the shaft of his cock and tried to take more of it in, holding him by the ass, then gave it up, breathing heavily through her nose as she controlled her urge to choke.

James heard her moan, her eyes widening, and he knew that Chief Bwerani was once again filling her mouth with cum. He watched her gulp, once, twice, several times as she pumped his cock with both hands, coaxing all of the cum from him that she could, finishing with her lips locked on the tip of his cock. When she opened her lips, James was able to see the sharp tip of her tongue jammed in the slit of his cock.

"Thank you for receiving my Blessing," Chief Bwerani said as he helped Harriet to her feet.

"It's my honor, Chief Bwerani," Harriet said, gulping as she swallowed the last of his hot, thick cum.

"You are now Ngoni," Chief Bwerani said. "Any time you meet Ngoni, custom dictates that you offer and receive Blessings. When you are here in your new home, you are free to offer and accept Blessings as you choose."

"Thank you," James said, holding back a smile as Harriet scraped some cum from her chin into her mouth. "You have honored us by accepting us into your tribe."

"And you have honored us with the gift of Christ," Chief Bwerani replied.

"Please accept this Bible," James said, proffering the Bible that Chief Bwerani had sworn on when he accepted Christ. "Here you will find the words of Christ. When we meet again, perhaps you will have more questions for me."

"I will read this, every word," Chief Bwerani replied, clearly proud at receiving the Bible. "We look forward to your return."

"And perhaps you will honor us with a visit in Nkopola," James said. "You will always be welcome. You could see how we celebrate our relationship with Christ."

"One day perhaps," Chief Bwerani replied. "Would you like some of my people to accompany you to the road?"

"Thank you, but I'm sure we'll manage," James replied.

Nothing more was said as James and Harriet turned to leave. When they got to the rocks where they had first encountered a member of the village, they turned and looked back and saw that everyone was still standing in the center of the village, watching them depart. Waving, they turned and headed down the trail to the road and their car.

"James, I need to know something," Harriet said when they made their first stop after a couple of hours of walking in silence.

"What would that be?" James asked, laying back on the ground and stretching his back.

"Is there anything about the last couple of days that bothers you, that you regret in any way?" Harriet asked.

"Only that I might have hurt your feelings by enjoying Dziko," he replied after a long pause.

"Really?" Harriet asked. "Even with what we talked about, I still feel a sense of guilt."

"Nonsense," James said emphatically. "I wouldn't change a thing."

"You're sure?" Harriet asked. "No doubts? You're not just saying that to make me feel good?"

"I wouldn't change a thing," James repeated, sitting up, then kneeling in front of where she was sitting on a large boulder. "When I think of how incredibly erotic it was seeing Chief Bwerani's huge cock sticking out of your pussy," he said, reaching up to open her pants.

"What do you think you're doing?" Harriet asked, looking around as James worked her pants down her legs and pulled them off.

"Showing you how upset I am," James replied, lifting her legs as she laughed and gluing his mouth to her wet pussy.

"God, you are totally insane," Harriet gasped as he ate her pussy, immediately cumming on his tongue as he easily tripped her orgasm.

"It's you who drive me insane," James said, standing up and dropping his pants, his cock sticking out in front of him as he lifted Harriet's legs and slowly slid his cock into her as they both watched. "You've got to be the sexiest woman alive," he said as he began to pump his cock in and out of her.

"Oh, James, we've got so far to walk yet," Harriet gasped when she felt his cock pulse inside of her as he came, filling her pussy with cum.

"Your pussy just felt too good to stop," James gasped, kissing her as the last drops of cum dripped from his cock. "And I wouldn't do that to you," he said, dropping to his knees.

"James!" Harriet gasped as he leaned towards her cum-oozing pussy. "Oh, god," Harriet screamed at the top of her lungs when she felt his mouth fasten onto her cum-filled pussy. "You haven't done that in so long."

"Shame on me," James said, lifting his face from her pussy for a moment, his own cum dripping from his lower lip as he looked at her, then leaned forward again, his tongue sliding into her cum-filled pussy.

"God, whatever did I do to deserve a husband like you?" Harriet gasped when James finally sat back on his heels licking his lips, her pussy glistening pink and clean.

"Call it the latent Ngoni in me," James replied, licking his lips.

Twice more before they reached the road and their car, they stopped, once for Harriet to suck James' cock, once for James to fuck her again, filling her pussy with cum then going down on her.

"I think we need to take bush trips more often," Harriet said as they started the car for the drive back.

"You won't get any argument from me," James said, then burst out laughing. "I feel like a teenager again."

"I'm not sure what it is I feel like other than very horny," Harriet said.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Mom, Dad," Mary cried out, running up to hug them each in turn. "I'm so glad that you're back."

"How did it go?" John asked as he shook his father's hand, then hugged his mother.

"Definitely the most interesting experience of our lives," James replied, his arm across John's shoulders as they went into the house.

"And very rewarding," Harriet added, her arm around Mary's waist. "Your father convinced the Ngoni tribe to accept Christ."

"The whole tribe?" John asked. "That's incredible! Great!"

"The chief speaks for the tribe," James explained. "Once Chief Bwerani decided that it was for him, that meant it was for everyone."

"You must be so proud!" Mary said, beaming.

"I only explained things as best I could, answered Chief Bwerani's questions," James said. "The Lord is responsible. I am very happy, but I feel no pride. I am proud of the fact that we were made members of the Ngoni tribe."

"You are Ngoni?" Teleza asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes," Harriet replied.

"You were invited and received Chief Bwerani's Blessing?" Chabwera asked.

"Yes," James replied.

"Right now, I want a bath more than anything," Harriet said with a sigh. "It's been a long 3 days."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I can't wait to sleep in a bed again," Harriet said as she sat back from her plate, her stomach full, a glass of wine in hand.

"This is good, but it doesn't have the kick that ktang does," James said, twirling his wine glass with his fingers.

"If ktang tasted this good, I'd be an alcoholic," Harriet said with a smile.

"It sounds like an incredible experience," John said. "I wish I could have been there."

"Yes, well, maybe one day," James said, clearing his throat as he saw a bit of color creep into Harriet's cheeks.

"You look like you need to go to bed," Mary said. "You're falling asleep at the table."

"It has been a long few days," Harriet agreed, "and we walked for almost 6 hours this morning before driving back another 5 hours."

"Come, we will make you comfortable," Teleza said.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Harriet stretched her hands up above her head, looking out the balcony as Chabwera opened the curtains while Teleza turned down the bed.

"You are truly Ngoni?" Chabwera asked.

"We are," James replied.

"Do you feel this in your heart or is it only words that you used for Chief Bwerani?" Teleza asked.

"I feel it in my heart," James replied. "I am proud and honored to be Ngoni."

"And you?" Teleza asked Harriet.

"Yes, me, too," Harriet replied.

"We are Ngoni," Teleza stated. "Chief Bwerani is my cousin."

"You are Ngoni?" James asked.

"Yes," Chabwera replied. "Do you accept that?"

"Yes, of course," James replied.

"I offer you my Blessing," Chabwera said, 8" of solid ebony cock suddenly appearing.

"Oh!" Harriet gasped, her cheeks flushing with color. "I-I-I'm honored to receive your Blessing," she stammered, shocked to the core as she sank to her knees in front of him.

"You will give me your Blessing?" Teleza asked, sinking to her knees in front of James and reaching for his pants.

"Y-yes, of course," James replied, his eyes glued to Harriet, one hand cupping Chabwera's balls, the other wrapped around the ebony shaft of his rock-hard cock as she leaned forward, her tongue extended to slide beneath his cock as she took it into her mouth, not stopping until her nose was pressed up against Chabwera's stomach.

James felt his cock enveloped by Teleza's hot, wet mouth, her nose pressing up against his belly as she milked him with her throat muscles. He felt his head spinning at the surreal scene of Teleza sucking his cock while Harriet sucked Chabwera's, right in their own bedroom. This wasn't out in the bush where they could pretend that it wasn't real. This was all too real, James realized as he felt his balls reach overload and explode, cum pouring into Teleza's eagerly sucking mouth as she drank up his Blessing.

Chabwera grunted and James saw Harriet's nostrils flare and her cheeks hollow as Chabwera came, filling her mouth with his thick seed.

"You are truly Ngoni," Teleza said as she got to her feet licking her lips and swallowing the last of James' cum. "Thank you for your Blessing."

"I am honored," James said, his balls still spasming from the force of his eruption.

"It is a pleasure to share my Blessing with you," Chabwera said, looking down as Harriet squeezed the last drops of cum from his cock, chasing into the slit with the tip of her tongue to make sure.

"I am honored to receive your Blessing," Harriet said as she got to her feet, scraping cum from her chin into her mouth as she continued to swallow Chabwera's thick cum.

Nodding but saying nothing, Chabwera and Teleza turned and left the room.

"My God, James!" Harriet gasped, scraping yet another blob of cum from the corner of her mouth into her mouth. "Is it going to be like this every time we meet Ngoni?"

"I'm not sure," James replied. "But Chief Bwerani did say that custom dictates that you offer and receive Blessings when you meet other Ngoni."

"You're right, he did," Harriet said, remembering. "I didn't understand what he meant at the time."

"Are you okay?" James asked, looking at her with concern in his eyes.

"Oh, I'm okay," Harriet replied with a laugh. "What a picture that would have made, me on my knees sucking the black cock of our houseman."

"It would be a hot picture," James said. "I cannot explain it, but seeing you with a black cock in your mouth is incredibly hot. It's far hotter than seeing my cock in some black woman's mouth."

"Well, at least Chabwera's cock is more normal in size, not like Chief Bwerani's," Harriet said. "And he didn't cum forever."

"Did you?" James asked, a leer in his eyes.

"There's only one way to find out," Harriet replied as she dropped her clothes to the floor and crawled onto the bed, laying back and spreading her legs to open her pussy to him.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I told you they were sex crazy," Teleza said with a grunt as they listened at the grill in the kitchen that was connected to the main bedroom as James ate Harriet's pussy.

"She sure likes being Blessed," Chabwera replied, rubbing his crotch.

"Him, too," Teleza said, "but that's true of all men. Tasty Blessing, though. Lucky that he's not one of those white men with little equipment."

"Bwerani said that Dziko liked it, too," Chabwera said. "Said she came like crazy when he fucked her."

"It's good to be Ngoni," Teleza sighed. "Sharing Blessings. We're a happy people."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Mom, Dad, I got a letter from Charlene Nance," Mary announced the next morning at breakfast. "She's invited me and John to visit her and her family in Chipita for a week."

"Where is Chipita?" Harriet asked.

"I looked it up," Mary replied. "It's way up in the north, near the border with Zambia and Martinique, right at the edge of the foothills."

"James?" Harriet asked.

"I don't see why not," James said. "We can't get away for that long because of the school, but I don't see any reason why the two of you shouldn't go and see some of the country. I'm sure Greg and Susan will look after them."

"How would you get there?" Harriet asked.

"I checked," Mary said. "The best way is by bus, though we'd have to overnight in Mzuzu. It's the 3rd largest city in Malawi and it will be easy to find a hotel for the night. That's ¾ of the trip and it will take a whole day. The last ¼ to Chipita takes just as long as getting to Mzuzu."

"How long would you be gone then?" Harriet asked.

"I don't know," Mary replied. "A couple of days to get there, a couple of days to get back. There's no reason to hurry, is there? I mean, we can stay until we feel like coming back?"

"That sounds like a great idea," James said. "I'll give Greg a call and see what he has to say."

"I guess John won't mind seeing Charlene again," Harriet said with a smile.

"Hey, she's the only western female that I've met," John replied defensively.

"Well, at least you'll have your sister along to keep you in line," Harriet said. "Remember, you represent us as well as our church and Christ."

"How could we possibly forget, mom?" Mary said. "We have you and dad as living examples every day."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I feel like such a hypocrite," Harriet said when John and Mary left to go down to the lake to watch the fishing boats come in.

"Nonsense," James replied.

"Do you think it's safe to let them travel by themselves?" Harriet asked.

"I'm sure it is," James replied. "In any event, I'll talk to Greg later."

"Good morning," Teleza said, entering the dining room, Chabwera right behind her. "You slept well?"

"We did, Teleza, thank you," Harriet replied. "I hope you did, too."

"I did," Teleza replied. "I had such happiness that you are now Ngoni. Shall we share Blessings? The children are not here?"

"No, the children are not here," Harriet replied, her face coloring as Chabwera stepped forward to stand next to her, extracting his ebony cock from his trousers as Teleza knelt in front of James, reaching for his zipper.

"You enjoy sharing Blessings?" Chabwera asked as Harriet reached for his cock and balls.

"You honor us," Harriet said as she leaned forward and took his ebony cock into her mouth.

"Yes," James agreed as his cock disappeared into Teleza's mouth.

"It is a pleasure to Bless you," Chabwera said, one hand holding Harriet's head while he sawed his cock in and out of her mouth.

"Ahh," James groaned, his cock exploding in Teleza's mouth.

"Your Blessing is very delicious," Teleza said when she had finished sucking him off, licking her lips as she got to her feet.

"Your mouth is made to be Blessed," James replied, at which Teleza started laughing.

"Many men have said this," Teleza said, wiping her eyes of tears. "I am pleased that you appreciate."

"You love Blessings, don't you?" Chabwera asked as Harriet sucked the cum from his cock, jacking him with both hands.

"I do," Harriet said, looking up from Chabwera's cock in her fist as she licked her lips, then stuck out her tongue to catch the cum that dripped from his slit before going all the way down on him one last time, sucking hard as she pulled back, her cheeks hollowed as she extracted every last drop of cum from his cock.

"Chief Bwerani asked us to give this to you," Chabwera said, offering a CD/DVD case after putting his cock away.

"He says this is so that you will always remember becoming Ngoni," Teleza added.

"Thank you," James said, looking at the disc case speculatively.

"Chabwera, Teleza, the Nances have invited John and Mary to visit them in Chipita," Harriet said. "Do you see any problem with that? They would go by bus."

"Chipita is Tumbuka tribe area," Chabwera said. "Very different from Ngoni, though the name Chipita is Ngoni and means 'it has gone'. They do not share blessings like Ngoni. Ancient enemies. Ngoni fought many battles with Tumbuka when they came from South Africa long ago. That is why the Tumbuka are only in the far north today."

"Is there anything that we should worry about?" Harriet asked. "Is it unsafe?"

"Not unsafe," Chabwera replied. "And Nance family is many years in Chipita. There will be no problem."

"Do we need to hide the fact that we are now Ngoni?" James asked.

"Never!" Teleza replied. "Always be proud to be Ngoni. But nobody will ask white people if they are tribe members. It is very unusual. You are special."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Well, I talked to Greg Nance today," James said when they were all gathered for dinner. "They're really excited that you're going to visit them. He insists that you won't be any trouble and that you're welcome to stay as long as you like."

"Can we leave tomorrow?" John asked.

"I don't see why not," James replied.

The rest of the evening was spent pouring over atlases and maps and reading up on whatever they could find about northern Malawi.

"God, I'm beat," Harriet sighed as she fell onto their bed.

"Let me help," James offered, reaching up beneath her skirt to grab her panties and peel them down her legs.

"You're going to help?" Harriet asked, smiling as he finished undressing her and then himself, his cock standing at attention in front of him.

James' cock lurched when he pulled Harriet's legs wide apart and spread her pussy with his fingers, the pink interior glistening wetly as he leaned forward and slid his tongue into her. He loved eating her when she was wet like this and thoroughly enjoyed himself, bringing her to several orgasms before crawling up her body and sinking his cock into her.

"I'm going to miss the kids," Harriet said as James fucked her.

"With them not here, you won't need to hold back," James responded as he plunged his cock into her hot pussy.

"I've been so afraid that they'd walk in on Chabwera and Teleza sharing Blessings us," she said, giggling as she squeezed James' cock with her pussy.

"Ah, ah, ah," James groaned as his balls let loose as he pictured Chabwera's ebony cock in Harriet's mouth, cum leaking from the corners as he filled it with cum, just as James was doing right now with her pussy.

"Mmm, perfect," Harriet sighed as she unwrapped her legs from around his waist and lay sprawled beneath him.

"I'll say," James agreed, rolling off of her onto his back next to her.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Mom, dad, wake up," Mary said the next morning, knocking on their door before opening it and barging in, stopping in her tracks when she saw that they were both naked on their backs.

"M-Mary," Harriet said, grabbing a sheet and throwing it over James and pulling it up to her neck. "What..."

"We have to be at the bus station in 30 minutes," Mary explained.

"But it's still dark out," Harriet complained, looking out the balcony to see the lights still twinkling in the town.

"The bus leaves at 5:00, mom," Mary said. "You know that."

"Give us a minute," Harriet said. "We'll be right down."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I couldn't believe it!" Mary whispered to her brother while they waited for their parents.

"So they sleep naked," John said. "That's no big deal. Now, if you had caught them in the act, that would be more interesting."

"Oh, you are so terrible sometimes," Mary said, slapping his shoulder as she laughed with him.

"So, you're off on your first African adventure," James said as he came into the kitchen with Harriet trailing, both of them wearing bathrobes.

"Yes!" Mary replied, her eyes bright and shining.

"John, you take good care of your sister," Harriet admonished.

"I will, mom. I promise," John replied.

"Oh, I'm going to miss you!" Harriet all but sobbed as she hugged first Mary, then John.

"It's only going to be a week or two," Mary said, her eyes glistening with suppressed tears.

"Call us tonight," James reminded them. "You have the camera, plenty of batteries and memory cards?"

"And every night," Harriet insisted.

"Mom!" Mary said. "We'll be okay."

"Yes, I've got the camera," John said, patting his pocket.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"Oh, James," Harriet wailed as she sat at the kitchen table while he made them coffee.

"They'll be fine," he reassured her, setting a steaming mug of coffee in front of her.

"I know, it's just...it's just," Harriet said.

"I know," James commiserated. "But they'll be fine."

"You're right," Harriet said, sitting up and consciously making her face more cheerful, smiling as she brushed the tears from her eyes.

"Maybe you need a Blessing to help you feel better," James said, getting to his feet and letting his robe part, his rock-hard cock sticking out.

"Yes, I'm sure that a Blessing will help," Harriet said, smiling. "Blessings are the cure for all that ails a person."

"I couldn't agree more," James said as Harriet leaned over and wrapped her lips around his cock. She could still taste herself on him from their night's fun.

"Ah, the morning Blessing," Chabwera said when suddenly the door opened several minutes later and he entered, followed by Teleza just as James was exploding in Harriet's mouth.

Harriet could only stare wild-eyed at them as she struggled to gulp all of James' cum down, her cheeks flaming as she finished sucking him off.

"We, too, always begin with a morning Blessing," Chabwera assured her. "Please, allow me to add my Blessing," he said as he stuck his ebony rod in her face as she was still struggling to swallow James' cum.

"Th-thank you," Harriet stammered, still swallowing. "You honor me," she said as she opened her mouth and let him slide his cock in.

"She is very beautiful during the Blessing, don't you think so?" Teleza said as she stood next to him, one hand dropping to wrap around his still-hard cock.

"She is at that, very beautiful," James agreed as he watched Chabwera slowly sliding all 8" of his cock into Harriet's mouth until his belly was pressed up against her nose, the shape of his cock clear in her throat.

"Are you able to give me your Blessing?" Teleza asked as she stroked him.

"Yes, it would be my pleasure, Teleza," James said, smiling and shaking his head as she sank to her knees and took his cock into her mouth.

Knowing that he wouldn't cum so fast, having just done so, James enjoyed watching Harriet sucking Chabwera's cock. He could tell that she was enjoying it when she would hold his cock up and run her tongue up and down along the underside, then softly suck on his balls before taking him back into her mouth and down into her throat.

Slowly but surely, Teleza coaxed James to a state of excitement and over the edge, his balls spasming as he came in her mouth.

"Yes, yes," he heard Harriet gasp softly as Teleza finished sucking him off.

Turning to look, he saw Harriet jacking Chabwera's big ebony cock onto her extended tongue, ropes of cum spurting out and onto her tongue and into her mouth. Harriet gulped quickly, cum splashing onto her upper lip before she opened her mouth and took him in, her cheeks hollowing as she siphoned his cum from his cock.

"Thank you," Harriet whispered when she finished sucking Chabwera off, making sure to get every last drop of his cum, "for the honor."

"It is truly a pleasure to give you a Blessing," Chabwera said as he put his cock away.

"There are a few other Ngoni families here in Nkopola," Teleza said. "They have expressed an interest in meeting you. "Would you like to meet them?"

"Of course," Harriet replied automatically.

"Would you visit our home to meet them?" Teleza asked. "We all live in the same neighborhood. Perhaps you'd like to see what a real home for a normal family is like."

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Harriet said.

"I'll speak to them," Teleza said. "Maybe tomorrow evening."

"That would be fine," Harriet said. "Just let us know."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

"I am so beat," Mary moaned when the bus finally pulled into Mzuzu 14 hours later, having made hour-long stops at Salima, Nkhotakota, and the fishing village of Nkhata Bay before finally arriving. After the first few stops, John hadn't even bothered with the camera. There just wasn't much of anything worth memorializing.

The road had been like an off-road obstacle course and the bus felt as though it had no shocks. The Africans on board didn't seem to pay it any mind, but John and especially Mary were beaten up by the experience. They weren't looking forward to the next day's journey on purported lesser roads.

They were pointed to a hotel where a smiling desk clerk registered them, then gave them a key, explaining that the room was on the top floor, the 5th, and that the stairs were over there, pointing.

"The 5th floor!" Mary moaned as they dragged themselves up the stairs, their rucksacks on their backs.

"We'll dump these packs and go find something to eat," John said.

"Go down all these stairs again?" Mary wailed.

"Here we are," John said as they arrived at the 5th floor.

They had to go to the left and theirs was the second door they came to. After some fumbling with the key, the door opened.