The three white European teens arrive at the tribe’s village, where clothes are not an option and every cock is long.

CHAPTER 2: A SIMPLE LIFE OF BREEDING

With only one canoe remaining, it was crowded when all six of them crammed into it, but the access to the village wasn’t far. The men paddled to a well-worn spot along the river where several other canoes were pulled up onto the shore. The land beyond was thick with trees and ground growth, but a well-worn path led the way.

Before pushing away from the shore for the final leg of their journey, the three women had been given more of the fruity liquid. Again, they had chugged it thirstily. Then, they followed as one of the men led the way, with the other two following behind the three naked white women. Six naked people walking along a well-worn path into the jungle. Three young, white women, having just experienced their first acts of sex, walking without apparent distress or question with three coal-black African men to a destination none of the three would have believed possible.

Mary was behind the lead man. She had always, it seemed, been the accepted leader of their friendship. Now, she found herself feeling that unofficial role being thrust on her more firmly by her friends who seemed to want to follow her lead more and more.

She found herself not only enjoying the feeling of being naked but feeling a deep sense of delight in it. She felt more alive than She could ever remember or imagine. She enjoyed the sight of their long cocks swaying as they walked, and how her breasts jiggled as she walked. Alive seemed like the right word. It was a feeling she wanted to embrace rather than shy away from.

She stepped quickly to the one ahead of her and tapped him on the back. He stopped at her touch, and she pointed ahead where she had spotted a break in the canopy of trees. She pointed repeatedly as the others gathered behind her until his face brightened and he nodded, saying something she wouldn’t understand, but he finally embraced himself with his arms and nodded, which she took as meaning home. She smiled at him.

One of the men crowded alongside and rushed ahead. When they neared the open area, she saw huts of wood and thatch, numerous fires, and milling people gathering in an area that seemed to her to be for large gatherings with a larger fire pit and larger thatch covering. They had encountered a monsoon rain burst along the way and knew from experience at the compound that such rainfalls were common, even predictable during this season, at least.

Everyone was naked and gathered in excited anticipation. When they cleared the thick growth fully, chanting and bouncing of bodies ensued. Every member of the village was mature, though some were younger and some older. All were naked, and as they bounced in dance, the long cocks of the men swung on their bodies, and the breasts of the women also bounced and swayed, especially those of the older women with sagging breasts.

The three women were led directly into the midst of the assembled village. The people flowed around them so they were surrounded, and many who were close enough reached out to touch their white bodies. Mary could only guess at their number, but estimated about 50 or 60 men and women, and about equal numbers of each. Then, she was stunned by a thought. The compound man had translated that they were to be bred by the village. If there were 25 to 30 men … were they truly going to be bred by as much as 10 men each?

mary felt a hand on her arm. She looked down at the stark black hand on her white arm and looked up to find the man who had fucked her earlier … prepared her, she mused to herself. He jerked his head forward, and she followed his direction to a man everyone else seemed to defer to. The Chief? Leader? Surely a man of importance and well-respected.

Mary found herself directly in front of him with Paula on her left and Joan on her right. He spoke strongly and clearly, just not clearly to the three white women. All of the villagers surrounded them, though, chanted, and sang to his words whenever he paused.

The man who had fucked her was standing close behind with his hands on her shoulders. He was saying something to this other man, and his face finally settled on Mary fully. He nodded at whatever was being said and nodded directly to her with a slight smile. He reached out and fondled each of her breasts and said something more to the villagers. Then, his hand slid down her body. Mary found legs legs parting without thought as his fingers sought her pussy, even a single finger dipping into her hole. He raised his voice with a big smile at her, and the entire village seemed to erupt in chants and bouncing up and down to some rhythm she didn’t hear.

Mary felt her pussy was lubricated. His finger easily slid into her hole and, for a moment, sawed in and out. Her body was again super-charged. Her nipples were hard nubs, and her breathing was again coming in labored efforts.

If all this was really true and not some elaborate, extended dream, how was it going to happen? As it turned out, she had almost no time to find out.

The chief made some proclamation, and the crowd parted as women moved through the milling people who were intent on being as close as possible. Three women appeared with gourds containing the same liquid they had been consuming that sent waves of enticing and arousing sensations into their bodies. They were encouraged by the women with gestures to drink more, and Mary found herself eager to comply with every direction given to her.

Next, the crowd parted as three mats were brought out. The crowd pulled back into a wider circle to allow for the spreading of the mats under the large thatched covering. There could be no question of what it meant. This was where they would be bred. If not by the entire village, it would be in front of the entire village.

The chief indicated the three mats spread out in front of them. Mary turned to each side to find her friends looking at her. Again, she felt the weight of them wanting to only follow her, be led by her example. She smiled at them and nodded. As she knelt onto the mat and lay on her back, she noticed peripherally her friends doing the same. She once again splayed her bent knees wide. It was so obscene, yet so thrilling. Her naked, white, young body on full display before this village of naked, black Africans. Her pussy spread and exposed. And, long cocks everywhere she looked, and each seemed to be filling with arousal.

Sounds were exchanged between the Chief and the one who had prepared her; if only she had a name for him. The Chief looked at her intently and nodded. He came around to her feet and knelt between her spread legs and inched forward. He had chosen her. She looked up at the other one and found him nodding and smiling. Had he indicated she was the leader of the three? Had he seen the dynamics between them, too?

The Chief was older, considerably older, but his cock was hard and just as long. It seemed all the men of the village had long, thick cocks, but she diverted her gaze from them as another long cock was about to fuck her and the man leaning over me with his cock near her pussy. He had more tattoos on his upper body and several shapes in colors that stood out better on his black skin. Truly, he was a man of great importance among the people.

A hush fell over the people as if something of great significance was about to happen. It was certainly of great significance to her, she thought, as she would be fucked again by an African.

When his cock pressed against her pussy lips and pressed further to open the lips and against her hole, she gasped at the feel of it. Her young body was still finding a cock at and in her pussy as something foreign but very quickly becoming desired.

When his cock pressed inside and several inches of his cock passed into her, “Oh … fuck … yesssssss,” she cried out. His cock, like the one earlier filled her, her pussy clenching around it. She gazed up at the bright, cloudless sky, and her eyes found Joan and Paula nearby. “Oh … fuck …” Mary called out to them, “I do … I do love the feel … of their cocks … inside me.” She gasped and panted as more and more entered her. The Chief pulled back and thrust hard to embed his cock fully into her. “OH FUCK … YESSSSS!” she cried out, and the villagers surrounding them erupted in more chanting and bouncing. Her eyes were fixed on her friends who watched with the same rapt attention as did the villagers. “God Almighty,” she called out in her own rapture, “forgive me for wanting this so much!”

Mary’s two friends looked at each other and decided. They moved to the other mats, prepared to lie down, also. The people rejoiced with more chanting. The breeding had apparently begun with the Chief. Mary looked into his face, “Thank you,” she said, and took his face in my hands and kissed him. After the kiss, he smiled down at her and thrust hard and deep.

Her orgasm preceded his by only moments as her pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. After he came, he pulled out and stood over her. SheI noticed his still hard cock was shiny to the base. He had indeed been fully inside her. There was a murmur even as her friends were in the midst of their own fucking. The Chief pointed at his shiny cock, and the murmur grew to excitement. Why? That he had merely fucked her? That his entire cock was inside her and near her womb? Without communication, there was no way of knowing. It didn’t take much more of her thinking, however, as another man knelt between her legs, his cock also long and hard, pointing at her pussy, she was sure was lewdly gaping with cum escaping.

Two other men followed him, each fucking her in the same position. Then, the next man approached and extended his hands to her. She grasped them, confused as to why, as he pulled her to her feet, where she stood unsteadily. Then, to her surprise, he lay on the mat where she had been. What was this, she asked herself? Isn’t fucking with the woman on the bottom? He was waggling his cock and pointing at it. She see your cock, she thought, but what does it mean?

Then, two women came from the crowd and pulled her forward until she was forced to part my feet on either side of the man. They pointed down before using their hands to push her down. Oh, damn, how slow could she be, she thought? She was supposed to fuck him?

Mary lowered herself to her knees but had to raise her hips to be above his cock as he held it vertical. She blindly moved her hips against his cock head until she felt it at her already well-fucked hole. She sat down a bit and felt it enter her open hole, and she sat down more abruptly on it, taking it deep inside. He gasped and groaned, but no louder than she did.

She sat for a moment impaled on his cock. It felt different this way, different but still good. She raised up, feeling her pussy sliding up his cock, and then she pressed down hard and fast. It felt different being in control, to be fucking him rather than being fucked. She rose and dropped faster and faster. Her breasts bounced and swayed as she moved. She leaned over him, her hands on either side of him on the mat. Her hips never stop moving, never stopping fucking. She felt hands grasp her breasts, and she looked to find his hands on her, squeezing and mauling her breasts. Her hands slipped, her clit rubbed on his pelvic bone, and she moaned at the sudden and intense sensation. She could do more, I realized. She could add to her stimulation.

She added variations. She rose on his cock, then slid forward and back. She squeezed his cock and cycled through the motions. She orgasmed with the intensity of rubbing on her clit, but pushed herself to continue fucking him, focusing more on his climax to fill her pussy with more cum. When he did, she orgasmed a second time.

The next three men wanted the same position before one decided on something else she wouldn’t have imagined. He pushed her down on the mat to her hands and knees and thrust into her from behind. He held onto her hips and thrust hard and fast. But, of course, didn’t animals fuck this way because that was their only way? Being so intimately a part of nature, why wouldn’t they incorporate a similar way of fucking?

By the time the last man had fucked her and added more cum to her impossibly full pussy, Mary felt like she was fucked senseless as she lay motionless on the mat, gasping and panting. A woman came to her with a gourd, another gourd, but this was just water, and she drank it down.

The sky above was still light, but the tall canopy of trees was blocking the sun and covering the area of the village in deep shadow. She was helped up by two men, and several women rushed to her with hugs and excitedly making their sounds. She smiled and thanked them, exchanging her own sounds that meant nothing to them.

Mary looked at the other two mats and found her friends just then finishing being fucked. They looked and acted as fatigued as she felt. They turned their heads to find her, and she nodded and smiled at them. As she took a step toward them, she felt the soreness around and in my pussy. Too many cocks. At least, she giggled, too many long, thick cocks.

Mary knelt in the space between their mats. She saw in them what she only envisioned about herself. Their pussies were gaping, and a stream of cum came from the openings. These men didn’t only have long, thick cocks, but they produced a lot cum, too. She gazed at the two of them lying fully exposed on their backs without shame or fear. It was how she felt kneeling with them.

“How are you feeling?” Mary asked softly, apparently accepting the role of leading them. “I mean about what happened.”

Joan and Paula turned their heads to each other and back to Mary. Paula responded, “Tired,” she said, “and I think sore … you know down there,” she added with a giggle.

Joan was staring at Mary, and noticed the two had grasped each other’s hands. Joan had always been the quieter one of them, but finally, she seemed to work up her nerve or courage to add a response. “None of us had any experience before, Mary. Maybe some stolen kisses or a quick feel over our clothes.” Paula and Mary nodded. “I never knew … I mean …”

Mary smiled at each of them, “I know … how amazing fucking could be?” They nodded, any shyness about admitting their feelings falling away with her statement. “I guess what I mean is … to me this feels so unreal, but … I want it, too. I want more and, if it helps these people, isn’t that a good thing to do?”

They both smiled and sat up to hug Mary, but stopped halfway up with groans, feeling the same soreness that she had felt. They looked down at her red and puffy pussy, then down at their own. Paula got a wicked grin on her face, “I bet we just had more cock than our mothers have had in the past year.” Paula and Mary looked at her in shock before they all started laughing and finally had a three-way hug, not feeling the least bit awkward about being naked against each other.

It was then that Mary noticed a group of village women around them. She looked up at their faces, which were still beaming with excitement and joy. How could she not feel good about what was happening, even if she didn’t understand why she was doing it, when these people were so excited and appreciative? The nudity continued to strike her. Everywhere she looked, there were naked people. Men with long cocks without self-consciousness. Young women with firm breasts and older women with sagging breasts that swung below them when they bent over to do something. They lived a simple and natural way that was so foreign, and she wondered how long it would take to feel the same way.

The women helped all three of them up and seemed aware of how sensitive and sore their bodies were. Perhaps this had once been a rite of passage for young women. Could their lives have been one where breeding women was done in such a way in a communal form of life where everything was shared, including each other? It almost appeared that way. There appeared to be no indication of pairing of man and woman, but joint cooperation of work and living.

They were led to the communal fire under the large thatched cover and given food and more drink, which was water. The people made their sounds in a joyful and celebratory atmosphere with many looks and smiles at the three white women sitting on mats among them.

Every time Mary moved, she winced, and the women seemed to understand, but there was too much celebration happening to allow anyone to sleep. As darkness fully covered the jungle, the mood continued but became even more raucous with drums appearing and a form of dancing that seemed simply like wildly throwing their bodies in circles and jumping up and down. It seemed amazing to Mary that they weren’t crashing into each other.

With all this craziness happening around them, a man appeared before each and pulled them to their feet, encouraging their participation. Despite the soreness of their pussies, they couldn’t deny the joy and excitement surrounding them, and Mary felt herself slowly trying to mimic their actions. When she finally let go and was bouncing despite the pain it caused, many people stopped to watch, chant, and cheer them to continue. It filled her soul with a feeling she had never felt. Accomplishment? Totally, freely giving of herself to something beyond herself? Appreciation? Community acceptance? Nothing seemed sufficient to describe the feeling, so she danced and danced, being moved from one man to another around the fire. How many of these men had she just fucked? If not yet, tomorrow? The next day?

The three of them finally succumbed to their experience of the days of travel and hours of being fucked. They could hardly stand when they were captured by the arms of women and led to a large hut, and settled down on mats. Other women joined with bowls. They were washed, especially their groins. Then, another woman brought a bowl, dipped her fingers into it, and spread a thick mixture of some sort over their pussies and just inside. It felt like a cream of some kind. Mary was beyond being embarrassed or shy about being so exposed or touched by these women. Whatever they were doing, they had been prepared to do it. This was not erotic. They were providing some comfort, and besides, she was too exhausted to offer any resistance. And why resist some women feeling her pussy when she had just been fucked publicly by close to a dozen men?

The next morning came as if in a dream. Why she was awake, Mary didn’t know. She should, by all rights, sleep like the dead for days. Something about the soft light diffused through the tree cover, the sounds of birds, and the movement of a few people outside the hut made the moment something she thought she wanted to experience. She moved on the mat expecting to relive the soreness of the night before, but there was none. She felt her pussy with her fingers, another first for her, as self-touching was absolutely never to be allowed before, and she was surprised that all she felt was a very pleasurable feeling. She craned her head and tilted her hips to look and found even the redness and puffiness had disappeared. Whatever that cream had been, it was a miracle and just added to her speculation that these breeding events were probably a ritual in this village.

Mary slowly and quietly rose to her feet. her two friends on nearby mats were still sound asleep. The hut was filled with sleeping men and women, a few sharing mats. She carefully stepped around sleeping people to make her way to the opening. Outside, she found several women tending the fire and preparing the day’s first meal. When she was spotted, the women smiled with obvious joy and patted the hard dirt near them. She knelt next to one and was given a small hollowed-out gourd. They put some liquid in it that had been heating next to the fire. She sipped tentatively and smiled. It tasted like a tea, but a variety very foreign to her, and not surprisingly. The woman who handed it to her spoke some sounds and watched Mary’s face expectantly. Mary smiled and nodded. It seemed to make the other woman very happy.

Mary watched as they worked. A couple were mixing what appeared to be some dough, and she saw some patties frying on some rocks set in the coals of the fire. Others were adding meats, roots, and fruit to a bowl.

A young woman appeared at her shoulder and encouraged Mary to follow her. She was about a few years older than Mary’s age, though it would be hard to gauge with a life like theirs. She followed her down a path away from the village as the other woman began collecting sticks and pieces of wood, and filling Mary’s arms with them. After putting a larger piece in Mary’s arms, she suddenly stopped, looked down the path toward the village, and stared at her. She tentatively reached out to touch the skin of Mary’s shoulder. She even rubbed it as if to determine if the whiteness might come off to reveal dark skin like theirs. It occurred to Mary that she, and most of the people in the village, might never have seen a white person before.

The woman shyly removed her fingers. Such innocent curiosity, Mary thought. She lowered her bundle of wood to the ground and touched the other woman’s shoulder in the same way, and she smiled. Then, Mary tentatively embraced her and softly said, “I like your people and village.” It was not going to be understood, but she hoped the tone would be understood. When she pulled back, the other woman smiled. Her gaze shifted to Mary’s breast. They were both about the same height and shape, the other woman’s breasts as firm as Mary’s. She touched Mary’s breast and Mary looked down. She saw that her nipples were erect while the other woman’s were soft. Was Mary’s body still aroused and anticipating what the new day might bring? Was the breeding over? Mary somehow doubted it.

When they returned to the fire, more people were gathering, but still not Joan or Paula. Mary looked inside the hut to assure herself and had to stifle a laugh that she was acting like a protective mother.

She was right about the breeding, too. By mid-morning, mats were again spread on the ground next to each other with a gathering of people around them. Joan, Paula, and Mary walked through the crowd while receiving soft touches from men and women as they did. The Chief was again standing in the center of the gathering. Mary noticed the naked people, the cocks, and the breasts. How long would she be noticing that when they too were naked?

The Chief made what seemed to her to be another speech of some sort. When he ended, the crowd around us chanted in their sing-song, rhythmic style. He then came to Mary and put his hand down toward her pussy. She parted her legs for him, and he stroked her pussy before inserting a finger inside. It should have been shocking. It wasn’t. Only days before, she was an innocent, virginal young European woman still considered by many to be a girl living with her parents in a strange new world. Now, she had been fucked by over a dozen men, and she was being openly felt by the Chief in front of his entire village. When she didn’t wince or flinch, he smiled and made another announcement.

He pointed Mary to the nearest mat, and she found herself eagerly lying down and spreading her legs. For whatever reason, the Chief was initiating round two of their breeding by fucking her … again. Leader to perceived leader, she wondered? Or, maybe he just liked her pussy, she giggled to herself. Imagine, shocking even herself at thinking such things, and perhaps even thinking that such a thing might be a real thought.

The three women were fucked for hours, again. Man after man came to each of them and fucked them. Different men chose different positions for fucking, and each position becoming familiar and exciting. What Mary hadn’t noticed the day before, when everything was shockingly new and intense, was that village women were sucking cock in preparation for the men waiting to fuck. It didn’t seem to matter what men they sucked as the men queued up for their turn just as the three women accepted any man fucking them.

When the morning session ended with them again exhausted and numb, women immediately arrived with bowls to clean us and apply the cream to their pussies. They were given food and drink and led back into the hut, where they collapsed into blissful sleep.

Exiting the hut, Mary realized they hadn’t really slept that long by the position of the sun overhead. They were given more liquid to drink. She was beginning to recognize the drinks. The water was merely for hydration, obviously. Another was to help them relax and sleep. The last was the one she realized produced a desire for fucking. She suppose that even though she recognized her commitment to helping these people, the added stimulant helped with the long line of men fucking them.

The days similarly passed one after the other. Rising, eating, fucking, napping, fucking, celebrating and dancing, and sleeping. How many days? How much fucking? It seemed impossible that she could be fucked so much and by such big cocks, and it still continued. Not only did it continue, but she looked forward to the next day and being with the people. The fucking was part of the day, as was the celebration and excitement it all brought. It seemed endless the way the people responded to them as their men fucked them.

More and more natural elements of ongoing life became evident to them. They were ritually fucked, but life continued. Men went off to hunt and fish. Women went off to gather what was needed for weaving bowls and platters, and the makings of meals or forming cups from gourds. Slowly, they became incorporated into the daily tasks between fucking sessions.

Mary stopped thinking of herself as a European young woman taken somehow and finding herself in the wilds of Africa, and instead as a woman sharing life communally with these people. Yes, she was different. She was white and blonde. Her friends and she were very different from the villagers. But, they also became not so different as they openly and eagerly shared in the everyday life experiences and work of the village.

Life in the village settled for everyone. They continued to be fucked several times a day by most of the men, but it also became obvious to them that the other women were still being fucked, too. They just weren’t going to become pregnant for whatever reason. Life was open and unrestrained in the village. As they became accustomed to the cycle of the village, they could see beyond their own experience and appreciate the flow of the village. It became obvious to them that other women sucked cock and were fucked openly and naturally and with different men. She came to realize this was truly a communal life of open and cooperative sharing of everything in life. It only added to their own experiences.

Weeks, who knew how many, as one day was just like the next, passed simply from one day to the next and next and next. It wasn’t in a boring, repetitive way, but in sharing and experiencing ways. There was always much to be done, from cleaning, weaving, cooking, gathering, and … so much fucking.

Mary stopped in the midst of helping some of the women prepare the morning bread. When was the last time she had her period? She mumbled an apology and rushed off to where Joan and Paula were shaking and rolling the mats in the hut.

“When was your last period?” Mary excitedly asked them. “How long has it been?”

“How long?” Paula repeated. “Who knows?”

“Yeah,” Joan uttered in thought, “time means nothing here. But you are right. Shouldn’t we have had our period by now?”

Mary looked at them intently. “My last period was only a few weeks before … before we left the compound.” She looked around, even turned in a circle. She returned her gaze to them with a huge smile. “I’m late. It has been weeks since I should have had my next period. I never thought about it.”

“We’re pregnant?” Joan asked with the same smile and excitement in her voice and face.

“We’re pregnant!” Paula exclaimed. “But … I like …”

Mary laughed, “I know,” she added, “I like being fucked, too.” They laughed uproariously and hugged.

Their noise attracted much attention. Women and men who were nearby stopped to look at them. There was one older woman in particular who Mary had decided seemed to be deferred to as knowledgeable and experienced. She went to her with Joan and Paula following alongside. The women they walked up to were curious about their manner and apparent excitement.

But, how to communicate this? Mary pointed to her pussy, held up her breasts, trying to find a way to indicate what they suspected. A man was nearby, and she grasped his cock and pointed at her pussy, then used her hand to mimic a swollen belly. The older woman’s eyes opened wide in understanding.

She pushed the three white women out into the clearing and called out loudly and excitedly. People from all over rushed to encircle us as she spoke, touching their bellies. The chanting they now associate with celebration and rejoicing rang up into the trees above and out for who knew how far. People rushed to hug and fondle their bodies. Mary welled up in joy, and tears fell from her eyes. Happy, joyous tears. She was pregnant. The breeding had been successful, and they would do thier part in helping the village tribe survive.

The Chief came to Mary again. He touched her pussy, a finger easily entering her pussy that seemed to be constantly wet and ready for fucking. Mary smiled at him and boldly grasped his cock. He nodded and called out something to the crowd. In short order, about a dozen mats appeared and were spread on the open ground. Besides the three of them, other village women joined them on the mats with legs spread, reaching out for a man to fuck. Young and old, the women took a turn on a mat and were fucked. It was very clear that not being able to conceive had nothing to do with them not enjoying being fucked.

From that moment on, all women of the village shared in fucking the men more completely, including the three white women. While the men had apparently been conserving their seed for hem during the breeding time, the village was an open experience of men and women freely fucking when they wanted. And, there was plenty of fucking for all of the women.

They were not just for breeding. They had become a part of the village, openly sharing and experiencing everything about village life. Soon, they needed little gestured instruction on how to help and added their efforts naturally. As other women did, they began sharing a mat with a random man for sleep and night-time fucking. Mary had been right in her thoughts. This was a completely open and sharing life of everything and everyone. And they would be sharing even more with the contribution of children.

* * * *

Months later, when their bellies were growing like balloons had been inserted in them, their bodies seemed not to be their own. It seemed nobody in the village could pass near any of them without stroking and rubbing their bellies. Mary had to admit that she understood, and that understanding made it all acceptable. The village was a generation from nearing extinction, and what they were providing in their bellies was the solution to avoiding that.

Also, it was their complete and unquestionable connection to the community that was the village. Once, they were outsiders; they were simply being used. They had become a part of the village. Fully a part? They didn’t know. They looked so different, but their babies were likely to look a bit different, too. By having them provide their escape from extinction meant some trade-offs, and one trade-off was appearance in the future. A browner tribe that had once been black? Who knew.

Their swelling bellies didn’t slow down the desire of men to fuck them. It almost seemed that their pregnant bodies had an appeal all their own. Before, they were fucked to make them pregnant. Now, it seemed their pregnant appearance was a magnet.

Mary was walking to the river with large buckets formed from wood to bring back water for the evening meal. Two men were there fishing. Joan, Paula, and she were picking up some of their language, but it was awkward. She greeted the men early so she wouldn’t startle them. There were many things in the jungle that you don’t want sneaking up on you.

They greeted me back and dropped their nets. They hugged her, rubbed her belly, of course, and touched her breasts. She put the buckets on the ground and touched both of their cocks, and they began stiffening immediately. It was a ritual of sorts and one she not only accepted but enjoyed. The breeding session had turned her body into a vessel needing regular fucking, and the men and their long cocks were more than willing to assist.

The larger my belly became, the more she seemed to prefer being fucked from behind while on her hands and knees. The men seemed to enjoy it, too. They could play with her enlarged breasts and clit and rub her belly while fucking.

She knelt on the ground and began sucking both cocks in turn. It wasn’t long before they were hard, and she turned so her ass was to them. She didn’t care which one thrust into her pussy, first. She would fuck both happily before they parted. She had learned much from the tribe about fucking, and some things were learned by spur-of-the-moment actions. One being that while she was being fucked near the river, she was sucking on the other cock. Their excitement sometimes caused their cocks to press too far into her mouth and cause her to gag, but it was temporary, and they continued.

When she returned to the village with the water, there would be sly comments among the women, with not-so-sly pointing at her inner thighs glistening with fresh cum leaking from her pussy. It was all good fun in the teasing.

* * * *

Mary’s belly was huge, as were Joan and Paula’s. They waddled around trying to be helpful, but their large bodies always made it an effort. People freely touched their bodies and especially their huge bellies. The three of them were anxious to be done with it, and the village seemed as anxious for them to deliver. Women fussed over them as the days continued to pass.

The day Mary cramped up hard and water leaked from her pussy, women rushed her to the covered area with mats. Surprisingly, to her, she was not laid on her back but encouraged to squat over a pile of woven cloth. She surrendered everything to the wisdom of the women who knew so much more about living in the primitive ways of the tribe.

Two women supported Mary while another rubbed her lower back, and another rubbed her lower abdomen. The oldest woman, the one who cared for them through their breeding, felt inside Mary’s pussy, pushing her fingers deep inside so far her hand spread her pussy hole as she felt for something only she seemed to understand. She nodded to the others and spoke some words. Joan and Paula stood nearby watching, nervous for Mary and anxious because they would be going through the same thing soon themselves.

As her contractions intensified and became so frequent that she sometimes couldn’t tell when one ended before the next began, the old woman indicated the baby was close. She had her fingers far inside Mary’s pussy and yelled something Mary didn’t understand, and all the other women jumped into action. Some holding her tight, others stroking her back and belly. She felt it all happening, the baby moving inside her. She wanted to look, but not in that position and not with the pain overriding every other feeling.

She heard new shouting and exclamations. She only caught that the head was coming. She looked intently between her feet and watched the baby being lowered from inside her to the cloth, where warmed water was used to clean it and the cord cut. The woman was concerned, though. Then, she cried out to the other women. Several had relaxed after the birth, but all jumped back to attend to Mary in the same manner as before. She was confused, then she knew. Twins.

Mary birthed twin girls. Both were healthy, and both had dark skin and wisps of dark hair. Several days later, Joan and Paula gave birth, too. Another girl and a boy. The result of our first breeding was four healthy, dark skinned babies.

They nursed the babies with more help from the women than was possible to use. Every woman wanted to hold the babies, but only the three white women could nurse them. Mary knew, of course, they were not theirs. The babies were a part of the community, and the community would care for and nurture them. But they would always be a part of it.

After a full cycle of the moon, the next breeding sessions began anew. Days and weeks of breeding ended only when it was clear they didn’t bleed.

* * * *

After three years in the village, Joan, Paula, and Mary each safely birthed three times each. With Mary’s twins in the first, there were ten children making noise and being attended to by an entire village of parents.

Mary was reclined against a pile of mats with her newest at one breast and the one-year-old at the other. Paula and Joan were similarly occupied alongside her. The toddlers were crawling and learning to walk with the aid of multiple men and women doting over them.

She looked at her two friends with a big smile after watching the chaos that children bring, which had been missing from the village for so long.

Quietly, Mary asked, “If you could, would you leave here?”

Paula and Joan shared a look and smiled back at Mary. “Not ever,” they said in unison. Mary’s feeling exactly. They were intent on repopulating the village for the future. Maybe, hopefully, someday they’d be looking over a multitude of grandchildren. In the meantime, though, they were still young and had many, many more breedings to look forward to.

THE END

Tags: Ch. 02, Taken for breeding