Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2006 12:43:58 -0700
From: Liz Ardwall <lardwall@earthlink.net>
Subject: African Shangri-La

African Shangri-La

by Liz Ardwall

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity among
adults. The author does not encourage nor condone the reading of this story
by anyone forbidden by law to do so. By continuing to read, you accept sole
responsibility for your action.

If you consider a bisexual interracial story to be offensive, please leave
now. The author doesn't want to hear about it.

Please note the following story content codes:

bisexual, interracial, rural FF M+F rom preg
brothers-incest MM

DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely a work of fiction. No resemblance to
actual persons or places is intended. Descriptions of unprotected sexual
acts are not intended to encourage the reader to engage in unsafe behavior.

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Africa! I'd dreamed of the exotic jungles and people of that mysterious
place since I was a little girl. Now, fresh from earning my RN degree at
age 23, I was on my way to a position as a nurse at a clinic in a remote,
nearly inaccessible area of a country in East Africa.

Doctor Parmentier had instructed me by letter about traveling by train and
bus to the nearest outpost of developed civilization. There, at the trading
post, I was introduced to two young African men, who gave me a letter from
Doctor Parmentier saying that I could rely upon them to guide me to his
station.

They lived near the village where the clinic was located, he wrote, and
sometimes assisted him there. They were brothers; their names were Mwesi
and Mpele. Although neither of the young men spoke a word of either English
or Swahili, the doctor said, they were bright fellows, and I was a bright
girl. Doctor Parmentier expressed his confidence that we would be able to
communicate through sign language.

My dear Karen, the doctor concluded, I hope to see you soon. I was eager to
join him at the clinic and begin my work.

After buying some lunch for myself and my guides from the trader, I set out
into the forest with two barefoot African men; their dark, cocoa-colored
bodies were clad only in khaki shorts. We had introduced ourselves by
finger pointing, and saying our names. Mwesi led the way along the narrow
trail, my bag resting easily upon his head; Mpele followed close behind me,
carrying my duffel pack over his shoulders.

We seemed to make good time along the simple path. There were signs of some
animal traffic, perhaps horses or camels, or even cattle. I knew my guides
probably recognized a thousand more sights along the way than I, but in
time I hoped I would learn.

When the sun was low, and its light was dimmed by the surrounding forest,
we left the well-marked trail. We moved through the jungle along a barely
visible path; vines clutched at my blouse as if trying to tear off my
clothing. After a short distance, we came to a grassy clearing by a stream.

I took it that we would camp for the night; it was a beautiful spot. There
was a small pup tent in my duffel bag; my guides quickly set it up for me
near a shrub covered with dozens of pink flowers. I supposed that the men
would simply sleep on the grass.

To my surprise, the African youths cast off their vestiges of civilization,
dropping their shorts on the ground. Their dark cocks swung before them as
they stepped into the knee-deep running water. They squatted in what must
have been a deeper spot and washed themselves. Afterwards, unconcernedly
naked, they splashed away down the stream. I supposed they had gone off to
fetch something for our supper.

As the behavior of the young men seemed so natural, I felt no alarm at
being alone in the jungle with a pair of naked savages. When I recalled how
they had looked so refreshed by their dip in the water, I couldn't resist
trying it myself. I figured I would have time before my guides returned.

I found a towel in my bag; then I sat on the grass and removed my boots,
and stood and pulled off my blouse and shorts. I hesitated only seconds
before tossing my bra and panties onto the pile - no point in getting them wet.

Perhaps I lingered a bit too long, enjoying the feel of the cool, running
water on my hot, sweaty skin. I had barely returned to the bank and begun
to dry myself, when I heard the voices of my guides returning. I hastily
wrapped the towel around me.

The Africans grinned when they saw me, but simply dropped onto the grass
the two fat catfish they were carrying, and went about gathering wood for a
fire. In their usual life, I supposed the women would have completed that
task before the men returned with food.

Modestly, I pulled my panties up under the towel; then, finding the effort
clumsy, I turned my back to the men and dropped the towel and simply pulled
up my shorts, and then put on my blouse, leaving my bra off for the night.
I turned and saw that my companions had paid me no mind.

In contrast, as I watched them work, I found it difficult to ignore their
nakedness. Their slim, supple bodies moved gracefully around the clearing;
their black cocks swayed between their thighs. I found the two young
Africans to be quite handsome, and perhaps only in the back of my mind,
even to be desirable.

The firewood was ready, and I expected some primitive skill would be used
to start the fire. To my disappointment, Mwesi reached into the pocket of
his discarded shorts and extracted a plastic wrapped box of matches. Soon,
the fish were cooking, skewered on sticks supported above the fire. I saw
Mpele washing a broad, green leaf in the stream.

When the fish were cooked, the young men pried them from the sticks and
laid them on the clean leaf. We sat around it, and used two slim twigs as
chopsticks to pick the warm, juicy flesh from the bones of the fish. If we
dropped a bit, we picked it up with our fingers - I from my shorts-covered
lap, and my companions from the naked crotches where their dark cocks
rested. The oily spots on their brown skin glistened in the firelight.

After we had finished, we washed our hands in the stream. Then I crawled
into my tent and closed the mosquito net across the end. Beyond the
flickering campfire, I saw the two naked young men lie down; it appeared
that they lay together in an embrace. The night was warm; I removed my
shorts and blouse and lay alone in my tent and tried to sleep. Crickets and
frogs made music in the night.

After what must have been a brief nap, I awakened; my skin was coated with
a sheen of perspiration. I looked through the gauzy netting that covered
the entrance to my tent. Just beyond the campfire, I saw a large, dark
shape that glistened as it moved in the flickering light. I yielded to my
curiosity and pulled the covering apart.

Then I could see clearly the naked, brown bodies of my two young guides.
They appeared to be wrestling. One had seized the other from behind, and
was pulling on his hips. I looked more closely, and saw an object, long and
dark, moving between them.

Ohhhh! Could it be? The young man behind was moving his prick into the
bottom of his companion. I could see it now, as the oily skin reflected the
dancing firelight when its length appeared and vanished again. I wondered
which boy was which. I recalled reading that, among the tribes of this part
of Africa, most likely the older would be slaking his lust in the body of
his younger brother. Mwesi must be fucking Mpele.

The sight made my pussy throb with lust. Pulling off my panties, I crouched
on my knees, resting my butt on my heels, and dug my fingers into my moist
cunt. I stroked in and out in rhythm with the hard African cock I could see
digging into the young man's butt. Soft moans and words in their African
language carried to me through the still night from the men beyond the
fire. The sounds grew louder, and I rubbed myself faster. Then the moving
bodies froze, and I felt my own climax overwhelm me. I fell back, naked,
onto my sleeping bag, and floated from my bliss into a peaceful sleep.

Sometime later in the night, I drifted into a state of awareness. I
couldn't really say I was awake. My eyes were closed, and my breathing was
regular. Still, I felt that I was not alone; some one lay close beside me.
A breath made goosebumps on my flesh; then a warm hand pressed flat upon my
bare tummy. I tensed with apprehension.

What had I done? Had I invited this by collapsing, naked, onto my sleeping
bag after the fantastic orgasm I had experienced while watching the men
fucking? Were they still horny for sex? Was one of them, or both, going to
rape me now?

Would it be rape, even? Uninvited though he might be, I knew I would
welcome either of the young Africans. Now that I was awake, I knew that if
he tried to slide his hot, black cock into my wet pussy, I would beg him to
continue. Was it the aggressive Mwesi? Or was it Mpele, seeking the
satisfaction he had given his companion? It didn't matter.

I relaxed, and moved my hand to cover the one on my belly. Then I tugged at
it, trying to pull it to my breast. The intruder scrambled between my legs,
which I spread to give him room. I watched his two dark hands slide up my
body and cup my breasts, making me shiver with excitement. I felt my pussy
twitch with desire; soon, I thought, he would stab his hard African shaft
into me.

Instead, I felt his tongue lick along my wet and ready cunt. He pinched my
nipples, and I gasped with pleasure. When he slurped again through my open
slit and nibbled my clit with his lips, I exploded into orgasm, locking his
head between my thighs. When I recovered, his hands and mouth soon brought
me over the edge again. After the third time, I remember hearing myself cry
out in ecstasy. Then I must have passed out from bliss.

When I awakened, my lover was gone. The light of dawn was being greeted by
a multitude of twittering birds. I stretched, and with barely a second
thought, emerged naked from my tent. Mwesi grinned at me from where he sat
stirring the coals of the fire. I strolled casually past him and dipped
myself into the pool in the stream. The cool water washed the sweat from my
body and the sleep from my mind.

I returned to my tent and found my towel and stood outside drying myself.
Mpele emerged from the jungle carrying a large leaf made into a satchel. He
looked at me admiringly, while he set his parcel on the ground and exposed
the nuts and berries he had gathered. My eyes followed his dark cock, but
he did not become erect.

I couldn't tell which of the young men had made love to me in my tent. I
marveled at the way he had given me such intense pleasure but sought no
satisfaction for himself. Perhaps his act was calculated; I could feel that
my desire for both of the young African men had grown to where I almost
hoped that the next night would bring us even closer together.

I began to dress myself. Mwesi rose from the campfire and came to examine
my brassiere; I felt a thrill of lust when the naked African stood behind
me and fastened the straps. He held my arm to steady me while I pulled on
my shorts. When I put on my blouse, Mpele came over to help me button it.
Dressed, I composed myself, trying to slow my quickened breathing.

We sat around Mpele's leaf for our breakfast table. There was a clean, flat
stone in the center of the coals now, and Mwesi broke small eggs to fry
upon its hot surface; he scooped each one up and served it on a leaf. After
we had finished, we washed down our breakfast with handfuls of water from
the rushing stream.

I was disappointed to see my African guides pull on their shorts. They
quickly packed my tent, and then we were on our way. I paid more attention
to Mwesi's body as we walked, watching the play of his muscles under his
smooth, brown skin. When we stopped briefly for a lunch of fruit, I sat
between them as we leaned against a fallen tree; on either side, my
shoulder and thigh touched the warm body of a handsome African man. They
took turns cracking nuts and feeding them into my mouth.

We marched onward; now and then, my guides conversed in their language. As
the sun lowered in the late afternoon, we again turned onto an ill-defined
path into the forest. I thought we must have walked about a quarter mile,
until we came to a clearing where there was a small, open-sided structure
with a grass-thatched roof. Inside, I could see a grey-haired, dark-skinned
woman seated on the floor.

A naked young African woman came out to greet us, carrying a tiny infant
nursing at her breast. After each of my guides had set down my baggage and
embraced her warmly, she was introduced to me as Awela. I took it that she
was the wife of one of the young men, though I couldn't tell which, as they
had treated her with equal affection.

The two African men, finished with their civilized work for the day,
dropped their shorts and tossed them into a corner of their home. I watched
their naked bodies with new interest, wondering what the night would bring.
The young men picked up metal-tipped spears from beside the hut, and walked
away into the forest to hunt for our dinner.

I wondered what I would do until their return. Awela picked up one of my
bags, and I took the other; we placed them beside what I took to be a
sleeping mat. Then the African girl laid her baby in a kind of sling
hammock near the old woman, who sat weaving strands of grass into what
might become a basket. Awela came to me and took my hand and led me away
from her home into the trees.

I heard the sound of rushing water; after a short walk, we came to the
grassy bank of a small stream. The water appeared to be fresh and clean,
probably originating in the low range of hills I could see not far away.
Awela released me and stepped into the creek. She faced me and beckoned me
to join her; then she began to wash her body.

The prospect looked very inviting, and after last night, I had lost any
shyness about taking off my clothes. I sat and removed my boots and socks,
and then stood and dropped my shorts and blouse beside them. My bra and
panties followed, and I walked naked into the cool stream to stand by Awela.

To my surprise, she began to wash me, rubbing her gentle hands all over my
body. I returned the service, enjoying the feel of the texture of her wet
skin. Our hands found our breasts and excited our nipples to firmness. We
seemed to flow naturally into an embrace where our fingers found our
partner's pussy slit. Soon we brought each other to a climax so intense
that we collapsed together into the cool water of the stream.

It was a remarkable experience for me. Even when I had admired the
statuesque beauty of Awela's naked body, I hadn't thought of her in a
sexual way. I couldn't imagine having met anyone like her back home, and
if, somehow, I had, I doubt we would have come together in this way. But
the mutual desire of Awela and myself had seemed to flow naturally from our
affection and our playful washing. I realized, then, that the easy
nakedness I had picked up from my two African guides must have opened the
way to what had occurred with Awela. Without being aware of the process, I
seemed to be learning a new way of living.

Cleansed by the rushing stream, we rose and made our way to the bank. Awela
picked up all of my clothing, and then led the way back to the home
clearing. I followed, comfortable to be naked like all of the Africans of
this special family I had found. The earth of the forest floor was soft;
twigs and leaves crackled beneath my feet, but I had grown up on a farm as
a barefoot tomboy, and my feet were still tough enough to feel no discomfort.

Awela left my clothing beside my luggage. Taking a basket, she led me to a
cultivated area of several varieties of vegetables. She used a pointed
stick to dig into the earth and bring out what appeared to be a yam. Then
she gave me the stick and indicated a spot. I felt a sense of
accomplishment when I found another yam and placed it into the basket. We
gathered some small squashes, and picked what I supposed were beans or peas.

We carried the basket to the stream and let the running water flow through
it as we washed the vegetables. Then we returned to the clearing and gave
our harvest to the old woman. The young men had returned and were occupied
with skinning the carcass of a small animal.

Awela took her infant from the hammock. We sat together on a mat while
Awela nursed him. After a while, Awela handed her precious child to me. By
sign, she indicated that his name was Tholo. I held his little brown body
close, and felt his fingers explore my breast. Then his tiny lips began to
suck my nipple; I was dry, but he seemed content to nibble at my flesh.

I was shocked to feel myself become sexually stimulated by his attention.
Awela moved beside me and draped an arm over my shoulder. She moved a hand
to caress my unattended breast, and rubbed her cheek on mine. I reached up
to her hand on my shoulder and held it in mine. Glowing with the intensity
of our shared affection, I marveled at the way the remarkable young woman
had accepted me in her home without a hint of jealousy. Despite my arousal,
I felt very much at peace.

After a while, Awela left me with the child to help prepare the meal. The
men came to sit with me on the mat. They took the little boy and held him
and caressed him, as he cooed and gurgled happily. There was no way to tell
which was his father and which, his uncle.

Darkness came with the suddenness typical of the tropics. We gathered on a
mat, and by the flickering light of the remains of the cooking fire, we
shared a delicious meal of roasted meat and the vegetables I had helped to
gather. The flavors were enhanced by spices I couldn't recognize.

After dinner, we washed our hands in the stream. When we returned to the
shelter, Awela drew me down to lie with her on the mat. We merged into an
embrace, and rubbed our cheeks together as we gently caressed each other's
skin.

Awela moved around to where our feet were extended, and our heads rested
near each other's breasts. I felt her tongue caress my nipple, and moaned
in bliss as I returned the pleasure to my partner. Beside us, I saw Mwesi
and Mpele sitting side by side, stroking each other's firmness as they
watched us.

After a while, Awela crawled forward along my body, trailing her tongue
down my belly. I had never imagined that I would do such a thing, but when
our tongues found the wet creases of our sex, it seemed a natural
expression of the affection I felt for the beautiful body and soul of Awela.

Probing and licking and nibbling, we shared a steadily rising excitement.
Soon we could endure no more. I felt Awela's body begin to shudder and
thrash, as my own excitement exploded into ecstasy. We soared together, and
held each other as we drifted back to a peaceful rest.

I lay relaxed, savoring the bliss of my climax with Awela. Then she pulled
away from me, and Mwesi moved between my legs. Without thinking, I spread
them to give him access. Mwesi crawled forward and paused above me. I
looked into his warm, brown eyes, and reached up and grasped his shoulders.
My heels lifted and rested on his hips.

Now I was ready for him; now I welcomed him. Mwesi lowered his body onto
mine, and I felt his hard flesh prod at my cunt lips, juicy and open from
Awela's loving. Our eyes locked as he slid slowly, steadily, deeply into
me, and began to move.

His big prick filled me with hot sensations I hadn't felt for more than two
years. There had been a fleeting affair in my senior year of college. I
knew at once that this was different. Though I had known this little family
only a short time, I could feel their love and acceptance of me, and I
returned their feelings. Beside us sat Mpele and Awela, embracing and
slowly, softly stroking each other's genitals, watching us with affection
and approval in their eyes.

Mwesi pumped his hard, black cock into my cunt, stroking the tissues
already made sensitive by Awela. As my excitement grew, in the back of my
mind, I realized I was not protected. At school, I had been on the pill,
but I had figured supplies would be difficult to find out here, so I had
let that regimen go. Now, in a place where there were no condoms, a man was
making love to me. In this remote spot, I felt no fear of disease. Doctor
Parmentier could, if necessary, terminate any pregnancy. The thoughts of
consequences almost slipped from my mind.

But Mwesi knew how babies were made, and I could only presume that he
expected to impregnate me. Mpele and Awela were watching us, giving us
their blessing. As Mwesi's hard prick brought me closer to orgasm, as his
warm arms held me tight against his firm, dark body, I felt a sense of
belonging I hadn't known before. Mwesi's organ swelled within me, and as my
mind whirled with my climax, I felt his seed splash deep inside me, again
and again.

I floated back to earth, after what I believed was the most intense orgasm
of my life. To my dismay, Mwesi raised his body and withdrew his dripping
prick from my cunt. My arms slipped from his flesh, and I felt a sense of
shock and abandonment. I looked frantically around me, hoping for some
assurance that I would not be left alone. I found it in Awela's warm,
loving smile.

Then Mpele moved above me, and plunged the length of his hard cock into my
cum-slippery channel. He grasped me in his arms and stroked quickly in and
out. Excited by his play with Awela while watching his brother mate with
me, it took Mpele little time before his body tensed, and I felt his sperm
shoot into my womb to join that of Mwesi. Then I understood; I was being
formally impregnated, and my child, like Awela's, would have two fathers.

I caressed Mpele's warm, smooth back, as he rested inside me, keeping me
filled with his spent organ. Mwesi and Awela came and lay on either side of
us. Mpele's nose gently rubbed against mine, as Mwesi and Awela pressed
their cheeks against our faces. I knew then that I would bear our child,
and that he or she would be born into the loving company of two fathers and
two mothers. If before that moment of conception, I had been a visitor, now
there was no doubt that I belonged in that place.

After a while, Mpele's prick grew hard again, and we made love slowly and
completely, until his seed gushed inside me as we climaxed together. When,
after our joined bodies had relaxed, he tenderly withdrew, I welcomed his
brother once more. Mwesi languidly stroked within me, as our hands softly
roamed over each other's skin and our cheeks gently circled upon each
other. His seed joined the pool inside me, and I was certain that the
single sperm that would find my egg would belong to both of my lovers together.

We parted and slept, I in the arms of Awela, and the brothers embraced with
each other. I had never felt so satisfied and content. Here, with this
simple family, I had found what the civilized people I had left behind me
might only imagine.

In the morning, we arose and washed in the stream, four of us splashing
each other and rubbing the wet skin of those we had loved in the night. The
young men came erect, and our nipples were firm, but we simply played like
children, and then left the water.

Back at the shelter, we ate, and then went about our chores. Awela and I
went to the field. In the afternoon, Mpele came to us, and I made love with
him on the soft earth between two rows of squash plants. In the evening,
Awela and I pleasured each other while we watched Mwesi express his
affection for his brother. The next day, while gathering nuts in the
forest, Mwesi gave me his seed again.

Days passed, and Awela's body began her monthly flow. Unembarrassed, she
went about her daily routine. Blood flowed down her thigh, and from time to
time she would go to the stream to wash. There was no indication whatever
of the ritual impurity common among African peoples.

Days turned to weeks, and I knew that I had missed my time. Within my womb,
our child was growing, and I felt an immeasurable sense of well being.

As time went on, I learned enough of my family's language to get by. I
settled into a routine of daily living. While the young men went out
hunting or fishing, Awela and I tended the vegetable garden or gathered the
plentiful stuff of the forest: fruits, nuts, and berries. I had even
learned to find edible roots and mushrooms. We brought what we gathered
back to the camp, where we helped the old grandmother prepare our meals.

Awela and I shared the care of the baby; when he had taken what Awela
deemed a sufficient amount of her milk, she gave him to me, and took her
turn at the household chores. Tholo found my dry breast to be a
satisfactory pacifier, and I continued to feel a guilty sexual thrill as
the little fellow kneaded my breast and nibbled and chewed at my nipple.
When we laid the sleeping baby to rest in his little hammock, I would coax
Awela to join me on the sleeping mat. We would make love, while not far
away, the old grandmother sat rocking the baby and chopping vegetables.

In the evening, after supper, we would find our way to the sleeping mat and
form two couples, side by side. The pairings seemed equally enjoyable to
all of us, and varied from night to night. A look, or a touch, during
dinner might lead to the joining of any two of the four of us, and the
remaining two would take undiminished pleasure in making love beside the
first couple. Sometimes, in the night, we might change partners. It seemed
as though we were four halves of two wheels of a cart, and however put
together, we would roll along smoothly.

After about two months, Mwesi came home in the evening from hunting and
handed me an envelope. My heart stopped for a moment; my other world had
caught up with me. Doctor Parmentier wrote that he had learned that I was
safe, and doubted not that I was profoundly happy. He said the world would
envy my contentment, and he apologized for intruding upon it. When I did
not arrive, he sent a runner to search for me, and had learned of my
situation. He had contacted his organization to arrange for my replacement,
but there was no other nurse available.

The need at his clinic was great, he wrote. If I came to him, the hours
would be long and hard. We would know disappointment, as we could not help
everyone who would come there. But I would know the satisfaction of saving
lives. If there was not a great need, he wrote, he would not have sought to
disturb my happiness. He sent his prayers for my well being.

I felt a sense of shock. Like the old joke about the missionaries, I mused,
I had come out here to do good, and had done better than I could have
dreamed. I had found a Shangri-La, and had drifted into a life of
contentment and fulfillment, far removed from the needs of the rest of the
world.

Doctor Parmentier had pricked my guilty conscience. I had come to Africa to
help save lives. I had the ability, and so I felt the duty.

That evening, I sat with my three lovers and told them what I had to do.
During the night, we lay in a pile, while two of them held me close, and
the other's hands caressed us all.

In the morning, after breakfast, I embraced the old woman, and kissed
little Tholo, and hugged Awela for about five minutes. I promised to return
when the time came for me to bear our child. And then, dressed in my
unfamiliar clothing, I accompanied Mwesi and Mpele to the clinic.

Doctor Parmentier welcomed me; I was quickly put to work. Surgeries were
frequent; dormitory rooms were filled with the ill. We arose in the
morning, ate on the run, and worked into the night. After a time, as the
child of my often remembered love grew in my belly, the doctor insisted I
take a nap in the afternoon.

One day, I was astonished to see my family, Mwesi and Mpele and Awela,
holding little Tholo, standing in line for immunizations for infants. There
were all naked, just as I had left them. When they reached me, I could
barely keep my hands from trembling as I stuck a clean, disposable needle
into little Tholo's naked hip. After I put down the syringe, I turned to
the men. I must have looked a sight. We had been working long days,
unendingly since my arrival. Mwesi held out his arms, and I fell into them.
I must have fainted.

I awakened on the cot in my sleeping shelter. I was surrounded by my
family, who must have carried me there at Doctor Parmentier's direction.
Awela's ear rested on my rounded belly, listening for baby noises. She
noticed that I was awake, and smiled encouragingly. I reached for her head
and caressed her hair with both of my hands. Awela moved to lie on my
chest; she held me close and rubbed her cheek in circles on my own.

I was more than eight months pregnant, and I wanted to go and be with my
family. I went to tell the doctor, who assured me that the old grandmother
had done a fine job of delivering Mwesi and Mpele, and unless there were
unexpected complications with the birth of my child, I should remain with
my family until I had regained my strength.

Doctor Parmentier told me that he had anticipated my departure for my
delivery. He had arranged for a student nurse from an African university to
come and assist him for three months. He hoped that when my child and I
were strong, I might return to my calling.

I assured him that I knew my duty. I would return with my baby and work
beside him, but the clinic would have to share me from time to time with my
family. The doctor wished me good luck.

With my family in my quarters, I stripped off my nurse's uniform and left
it and all of my other belongings in my bag in my room. Barefoot and naked,
I left the clinic settlement behind and walked with my family back to my
other life. Awela let me carry Tholo part of the way. As usual, Mwesi led
us, and Mpele followed.

When we reached the camp, I greeted the old grandmother. After she listened
to my belly, her smile reassured me that all would be well.

That evening, Awela led me to her sleeping mat. We caressed each other, and
then she guided me to lay between her legs and give her pleasure with my
tongue. After she had climaxed, Mwesi gently urged me away, and pushed his
hard cock into Awela's ready opening. Mpele sat beside me, and we played
with each other's genitals while we watched Mwesi and Awela make love.

I realized that they had waited for my return to perform the ritual
impregnation of Awela's next child. When Mwesi withdrew his wet organ, and
Mpele took his place to quickly add his seed to Awela's womb, I knew that
another life would come into our family, loved by its four parents, and by
its two older siblings.

I understood that, although I would leave from time to time to work at
Doctor Parmentier's clinic, I would always return here, and watch our
children, and those to come, grow up. Someday, Awela and I would be the old
grandmothers, taking care of the younger generations. And until the end of
our days, we would make love with each other and with our two husbands.

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The end.