Doing the Lord's Wor

I was 43 years old when I volunteered to live with the Kamula tribe in a remote village in western Papua New Guinea after the church asked for someone to translate the Bible into the local language. I took my husband and children and set out leaning the language from scratch.

Many of the Kamula people had never seen a white person until the late 1970s. They used to hide from planes, believing the huge "smoking bird" would swoop down to eat them.

But Dekapowe, the tribal leader, traveled for days to a mission outpost after hearing stories about a new tribe that had moved to the forest.

The Kamula did everything they could do to make us feel at home, and were very eager to teach us their language. They found us very funny in our initial attempts to speak Kamula, and found everything we did fascinating.

They got a house ready for us to live in and brought fruit and white grubs, which are highly prized. Our sons, Brad and Rob, who were the first white-skin children they had ever seen, fascinated them in particular.

But the tribe's eating habits took some getting used to.

Men in the remote village in western Papua New Guinea would cut off women's breasts during raids and carry them home to eat.

The Kamula have been cannibals for generations. Apparently women's breasts were one of the tenderest parts, and if the men were in a hurry after a raid on another village, they would just lop off the breasts and take them back to the village.

The Kamula would eat "anything that moved" including rats, snakes, bats and slugs.

After twenty-three years of marriage my husband and my sex life was almost non-existent. We normally slept in separate bedrooms and concentrated on the care and upbringing of our two sons, Brad age 17 and Rob age 15.

Dekapowe furnished our family with a comfortable two-bedroom lodge close to the village center. It was more than adequate for our requirements.

However there was an unusual twist, Dekapowe required that I stay with him in his lodge. Dekapowe's lodge was more elaborate than ours, larger and right in the village center. I was to share Dekapowe's lodge with the chief and his wife and four children.

The Kamula people had a different culture than we. For one to share their spouse with the chief was considered a great honor. I was much older than Dekapowe's teenage ebony skinned wife but my alabaster white skin fascinated him.

This arrangement had caused great anxiety between my husband Ron and I. After much thought and prayer we decided it was necessary for us to do the Lord's work amongst these heathens. Reluctantly I become Dekapowe's bride.

Chief Dekapowe was an impressive man, about mid-thirties standing a loft six foot six inches tall. His skin was shiny ebony with the decorative scaring that was the custom of Kamula warriors. As the Kamulas were not keen about bathing there was a pungent odor about all of them similar to other beasts of the jungle.

I went to Dekapowe fully prepared to accept the bizarre arrangement and offer my body to him.

I am not what most would consider a "beautiful" woman. Standing 5'4" I weigh a substantial 165 pounds with shoulder length dirty blonde hair and a round face. My breasts require a 38D bra to support them; my aureoles are 3" pink discs. My vagina is covered with a natural growth of pubic hair. Even though many Caucasian men would not find me attractive I was the flavor of the month to Dekapowe.

Dekapowe had discreetly dispatched his wife and children to a neighboring lodge so we may be alone for our "honeymoon'.

Upon my early evening arrival at Dekapowe's lodge he greeted me in the company of Iniko, the village's medicine man.

Iniko's presence was another surprise to me. Dekapowe informed me the village elder would also be participating in my investiture in the tribe. Giving myself to two Kamula was more than I had anticipated but as I had decided to go this far one more heathen lover would have to be acceptable.

The savages took me into the lodge and offered me some type of potent traditional drinks that was very strong tasting and quickly took effect on my mind. It was far more powerful than mere alcohol, it was a mind altering aphrodisiac. Before long I was hungry to be taken by these two heathens.

Dekapowe's bedroom was large and dimly light. The two blacks guided me into the sex chamber removing my clothing en route. I only had my panties on as they threw me across Dekapowe's big bed. Iniko quickly peeled the panties off me rendering me completely naked for their use.

I must have appeared a tempting morsel lying there; massive white breasts sprawled across my chest and my crop of pubic hair demanding to be explored. Through bleary eyes I watched my studs disrobe.

I do not know if it was the drink that influenced my judgment but as Dekapowe and Iniko removed their loincloths two unbelievably large black cocks came into view. I could not believe my eyes, both cocks must have been 14" in length and as thick around as my forearms. The prospect of having those black monsters put into me was unfathomable.

Dekapowe mounted me first. The Chief positioned himself between my legs and guided his massive cockhead into my hairy nest. As he lowered his weight onto me his mighty weapon impaled my vagina like an enormous spear, stretching my cervix to record dimensions. The pain was agonizing as I was extended to accommodate his size. I tried to restrain my cries as I accepted my Master.

His large hands cupped my naked buttocks as he plunged fully into me. Dekapowe settled into the ancient rhythm of intercourse as he proceeded to breed me.

My body could not ignore the huge intruder in my intimate space and I found myself involuntarily responding to his presence, my cervix gripped his member as my pelvis began to gyrate milking his giant penis inside of me.

My efforts were rewarded as the Chief quickly ejaculated into my womb.

"Oowighagan!" he grunted in his primitive dialect as his testis drained into my cervix.

Dekapowe collapsed on top of me allowing the final residual of his sperm to drain into me.

When he withdrew his penis there was an audible sucking noise as my drenched cervix closed to contain his huge load of sperm within my womb.

Iniko's monster slid into me with less discomfort than Dekapowe's had given me, my cervix having been already stretched to accept the greater size shafts.

I lay nervous as Iniko's member slid in and out of my now sloppy opening and Dekapowe chewed on my nipples. Thoughts of the Kamula's taste for female breasts prevented me from being aroused my Iniko's cock.

The ancient elder deposited his seed in me to mix with Dekapowe's without me achieving an orgasm.

The two black studs inseminated me again and again for over an hour. My crotch was soon a swamp of Kamula sperm. I was just a brood mare for the tribe.

The mission had begun. I was the recipient of Dekapowe and Iniko's sperm on a daily basis. During the brief time I had with my husband I told him how the Kamula wanted me to bear their next chief. Ron agreed if I was willing I should deliver my baby as a bonding between the Kamula people and us. With Ron's blessing I set out to make passionate love to the two ancient warriors and conceive their child.

Dekapowe was surprised when I began to show arousal with his humungous cock in me. I wrapped my legs around his slender body and moaned passionately as I ground my hips around his beautiful cock.

"Fuck me Master!" I surprised myself with my lewd language.

Dekapowe showed renewed interest pounding his gigantic cock deep inside of me.

Likewise I begin fucking Iniko with more passion.

Dekapowe was the first I told.

"I am carrying your child Mighty Chief." I proudly announced.

I could tell by the look of approval on his face he was pleased.

There was never any question as to whether the child was fathered by Dekapowe or Iniko; it was unquestionably presumed the Chief had impregnated me.

There was great celebration on the day I delivered Mowgilu, Prince of the Kamula tribe.