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Harriet found it very disconcerting to be sucking Greg's cock with Charlene's wide-eyed face mere inches away watching. Greg's cock was the perfect size to suck, no strain to take it all into her mouth, a nice shape, a nice taste, she realized. Out of the corner of her eye, Harriet saw the sun going down behind the distant mountains, the sky a kaleidoscope of colors, and then she realized that Greg's cock was pumping cum into her mouth.

Harriet felt her own pussy get wet as Greg's thick, hot cum filled her mouth, coating her tongue. She moaned as she let it slide down her throat, gulping to swallow it as she continued to suck on the head, her tongue teasing the slit as cum continued to ooze into her mouth. Finally, she could get no more cum from him and sat back, licking her lips and swallowing as she looked up.

"Thank you for sharing my Blessing," Greg said, raising her to her feet and bending over to softly kiss her on the mouth, an arm sliding around her waist to pull her closer, her rock-hard nipples pressing into his chest as his tongue found hers and they kissed, long and deep.

"Thank you for sharing your Blessing with me," Harriet said softly when they broke their kiss.

"Let's go eat," Charlene said. "That made me hungry."

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

"So, what's been the hardest thing for you to adapt to here in Malawi?" Greg asked as they ate dinner.

"Oh! Well, uh..." Harriet stammered, blushing.

"No need to be embarrassed," Greg said. "Like everyone else who first comes here, it is probably something to do with the different attitude towards sex; am I right?"

"Well, yes," Harriet agreed, her cheeks flaming, embarrassed to be having this conversation, much less in front of Charlene who had just an hour ago watched as she had sucked Greg's cock. "I was raised to think so differently."

"Yet you didn't refuse," Greg pointed out, "when the opportunity arose."

"No," Harriet replied softly, feeling her cheeks flaming. "It was just so sudden, in the middle of nowhere, the whole Ngoni tribe standing around. I felt intimidated, completely at a loss of what to do other than to comply."

"Can you describe how you felt?" Greg asked.

"God, I was so nervous," Harriet said with a laugh. "I've never been in a situation where I was the only white person in a group of blacks."

"Did that bother you?" Greg asked.

"It frightened me," Harriet admitted. "It made me think if we were crazy to have come so far into the bush."

"Had you ever had any kind of sex with a black man before?" Greg asked.

"Oh, no!" Harriet replied, shaking her head. "I'd only ever had sex with James. Suddenly I found myself on my knees and Chief Bwerani's huge black cock was hanging in front of my face. He was even bigger than James. I could see Dziko next to me sucking James' cock. I just tried not to choke. He was so big! I hadn't realized that a cock could produce so much cum."

"How did you feel afterwards?" Greg asked.

"Shocked," Harriet replied. "Worried about what James would think."

"You weren't bothered by Dziko sucking his cock?" Greg asked.

"Actually, no," Harriet replied. "It never occurred to me. I was so wrapped up in myself."

"And how did James react?" Greg asked. "Was he upset about any of it?"

"No," Harriet laughed. "He actually told me that he thought I looked hot with a black cock in my mouth."

"And the initiation?" Greg asked.

"I was so embarrassed," Harriet admitted. "Even more than sucking Chief Bwerani off in front of everyone. I'd never had sex in front of anyone before. They were all gathered around so close, holding my legs up and apart, completely exposing me."

"Were you at all turned on by anything?" Greg asked.

"That's where most of my shame came from," Harriet replied. "I was ashamed at how my body reacted. When Chief Bwerani was cumming in my mouth, I came. I could feel my thighs getting wet. When he fucked me, I couldn't stop cumming. His cock, I've never been so full. And everyone watching. And seeing James watching. I remember seeing him lick his lips."

"Do you enjoy your Friendship outreach program?" Greg asked.

"Yes," Harriet replied, her face flaming once more.

"So you've excepted the Malawi bonding?" Greg asked.

"Once I got over the whole adultery thing, stopped feeling guilty about being unfaithful to James," Harriet replied. "His support has made it possible. He never fails to tell me how much it turns him on to see me with a cock in my mouth or fucking me, especially when it's someone else's."

"And your sexual relations with James, have they suffered?" Greg asked.

"God, no," Harriet asked. "We're like teenagers. I don't think we've ever been so hot for each other."

"It sounds like you're what Malawi needed and that Malawi is what you needed," Greg commented.

"But how do you reconcile all of it with Christ and our teachings?" Harriet asked.

"Christ brought the message of love," Greg replied. "I see no inconsistency. If anything, it has made Christ's message clearer. The Malawians accept Christ, slowly, because he brought the message of love. As long as Christ's teachings don't conflict with the Malawian ways, they are very content to marry the two, especially when they see us accepting their ways."

"Well, I am not the same person I was when I arrived," Harriet admitted. "And I don't know if I could or would want to go back to being the person I was before. I feel more alive, complete somehow."

"Well, I'm sure you're going to enjoy our Friendship ceremony evening, then," Greg said. "Shall we go?"

Harriet gasped and momentarily froze when she saw that there were at least a dozen couples when they arrived at the mission. They had never seen more than three couples at a Friendship ceremony. She found herself wondering if they were all going to participate.

Everyone was more than friendly, clearly pleased and excited to meet her, honored that she had become Ngoni, even though they were all Tumbuka, which were historical enemies. Harriet found herself relaxing as she enjoyed conversing with the different people, enjoying the fruits and nuts that were generously offered in large wooden bowls, and earning big smiles when she asked for ktang.

"My Friends," Greg said after an hour or so of socializing had passed. "We have all had the pleasure and honor of meeting Harriet, the newest member of our mission here in Malawi. Shall we show her what Tumbuka Friendship is all about?"

Harriet blushed when everyone applauded, some people cheering.

"Harriet," Greg said, offering her a hand and leading her over to a now familiar-looking table covered with hand-woven carpets. "I offer Friendship," Greg said, letting his pants drop to the floor, his cock standing out in front of him, the same cock that she had sucked not so long ago, Harriet thought, blushing at the thought.

"I would be honored to accept your Friendship," Harriet replied, finishing the ritual formula and then slowly, with wooden fingers, undressing, not missing the murmurs of approval when she revealed her breasts, her ruby nipples rock hard, then the gasps as the fiery bush above her pussy became visible as she stepped out of her skirt and G-string panty.

Harriet knew that she was blushing furiously as she got onto the table, leaning back on her elbows, her feet up on the edge and well apart, her pussy spread, glistening pinkly as everyone crowded around. She had a fleeting thought for James, then gasped when Greg bent over and glued his mouth to her sopping pussy, his tongue sliding up into her, slurping at her juices before he locked his lips on her clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue and tripping her into an orgasm which he eagerly lowered his mouth to drink up.

Harriet's whole body was trembling as she came, Greg standing up and sliding the head of his cock up and down between her spread pussy lips before pressing it into her, filling her pussy. She was surprised by the soft chanting from the audience as Greg began to fuck her. At one point, she had the presence of mind to lift her eyes from Greg's cock sliding in and out of her pussy to look around the circle of people watching her get fucked, seeing the smiles of joy on their faces.

"I offer you my Blessings," Greg finally gasped, surprising Harriet by jamming his cock deep into her pussy as he came.

She could feel it pulsing as it filled her with cum and then he was withdrawing it, climbing up onto the table, kneeling astraddle her body as he offered his gooey, sticky cock to her mouth. As Harriet wrapped her lips around Greg's cock, tasting her own familiar pussy juices and his cum all at once as she sucked on him, she felt a mouth fasten onto her cum-filled pussy and begin to eat her. When Harriet finished sucking Greg's cock clean and he climbed off of the table, she was able to see that it was Charlene who was eating her pussy, the first time that she had ever had any sort of a sexual interaction with another woman.

"I offer you Friendship," Charlene said, looking up at Harriet, her mouth and chin covered with her pussy juices and her father's cum.

"I thank you for your Friendship," Harriet gasped, her whole body tingling from the orgasms Charlene's talented tongue had triggered.

For the next three hours each of the couples present repeated what Greg and Charlene had done, the man fucking her and filling her pussy with cum, then his wife eating her pussy while she sucked his cock clean. The cocks were all sizes and after a time Harriet found herself cumming non-stop, her whole body spasming as orgasm after orgasm wracked her body.

Finally, she realized that she was lying sprawled on the table and nobody was sticking a cock into her. Gentle hands helped her up and she stood on shaky legs as everyone pressed around, offering congratulations.

"So, how are you doing?" Greg asked as the three of them drove back to the house afterwards.

"I'm in shock," Harriet admitted. "There's never been more than three people before."

We kept it small for you," Charlene said with a laugh. "There were only eighteen."

"I feel shameless," Harriet said, her cheeks flaming.

"You were anything but," Greg said as they arrived at the house. "Everyone was impressed that you were willing to become Friends and to show that by sharing your most personal and private self. Personally speaking, you have a delicious pussy and it felt wonderful to be inside of you."

"Oh!" Harriet said, blushing furiously as they entered the house.

"I agree," Charlene said. "It was almost like eating Mary's pussy again."

"M-Mary!" Harriet gasped.

"She didn't tell you?" Charlene asked.

"No," Harriet replied, feeling suddenly lightheaded.

"I'll bet you'd like a shower," Greg said.

"I'd love one," Harriet replied gratefully, "and then a bed."

"Right this way," Greg said, leading her to the en suite bathroom in the master bedroom. "Just make yourself at home," he said, leaving her.

Harriet luxuriated under the shower for a long time, feeling the ache in her pussy from all of the fucking she had done, her head still spinning with everything, the Friendship ceremony, but most of all, the realization that Mary was far more sexually active than she had realized. Charlene had eaten Mary's pussy! And her own! Her mind was whirling when she finally crawled into the big bed and fell asleep.

Harriet awoke once in the night, disoriented, in the midst of a wet dream that she realized was caused by Greg's head between her thighs, his tongue gently busy in her sore pussy. She came several times before he stopped and she fell asleep again, sighing.

The next time she awoke, sunlight was streaming in the window and next to her Charlene was riding her father's cock, her full breasts with their hard nipples swinging in front of her as she raised her ass up and down. Even though she knew that Charlene had eaten her pussy full of her father's cum the previous evening, she still hadn't quite connected the dots until now.

"Look who's awake," Charlene said, smiling at her but not missing a beat. "Good morning."

"Good morning," Harriet replied, staring in shock at Greg's cock disappearing into his daughter's pussy.

"Good morning," Greg said, an arm reaching out around her shoulders to draw her close. "Sleep well?" he asked after kissing her, long and deep.

"Like the dead," Harriet replied, feeling her pussy getting wet. "Though I did have a strange dream," she added, smiling at him.

"A specialty of the house," Greg said, grinning at her, then groaning, reaching up to cup and squeeze Charlene's breasts as he lifted his hips, pressing himself into her.

Harriet's eyes opened wide when she saw Charlene lift herself off of her father's cock, her long pussy lips clinging to the shaft, cum dripping. She froze, wanting to panic, but freezing when Charlene dismounted her father and then knelt over her face, her pussy spread open, cum drooling from her gaping hole and from her long pussy lips. Harriet had seen the pussies of the women James had fucked in the Friendship ceremonies, but never from just inches.

Harriet had time to gasp before Charlene lowered her cum-filled pussy onto her mouth, the cum cocktail filling her immediately sliding down her tongue into her mouth. Harriet had always loved the taste of herself on James' cock when she sucked it, but she had never experienced such an intense taste of pussy as she was now, the taste of Charlene's pussy juices literally intoxicating, Greg's cum merely a textural difference, not really seeming to affect the taste.

"Oh, my!" Harriet gasped when Charlene lifted herself off of her face, turning to smile down at her.

"That was nice," she said, leaning down and kissing her, surprising Harriet when the tip of her tongue pressed between her lips to find her own.

"Oh, I'm so sore," Harriet gasped when she felt Greg lifting her legs onto his shoulders and rub his cock between her pussy lips.

"Not a problem," Greg said, placing the head of his cock against her rosebud.

"Oh, yes, yes," Harriet panted as she felt Greg's cock sliding into her ass.

"What a nice way to start the day," Charlene said many minutes later after Greg had cum all over Harriet's pussy and Charlene had sucked her clean.

"I can honestly say I've never experienced anything like it," Harriet said, laughing. "God, I feel so depraved."

"Isn't it great?" Greg asked, a big grin on his face.

"What's the plan for the day?" Harriet asked, inwardly shocked by her casual acceptance of what had transpired.

"That's entirely up to you," Greg replied. "You're going to be here for two weeks, so there's no hurry. If you want to spend the first days playing tourist before you start seeing how the mission works, that's fine."

"I think I'd like to start in the mission first," Harriet said. "Then I'll understand better when I start playing tourist."

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

"So, how was your first day at the mission?" Charlene asked when they all sat down for dinner at the end of the day.

"Nothing like I was expecting," Harriet admitted with a chuckle. "Back in Nkopola, we teach school to children all day, then visit homes in the evenings."

"It was a pretty normal day," Greg added. "I think it was eight Blessing sharings and three Friendship ceremonies."

"Oh, you're not counting the two blowjobs and the lunchtime fuck with you?" Harriet asked, laughing at the chagrined look on Greg's face.

"I'm surprised he was that restrained," Charlene said. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Well, it did take some getting used to being on my knees sucking some stranger's cock and having people come in and just stand watching," Harriet replied.

"It always turns me on when people watch me," Charlene said.

"I was so wet, my pussy stopped aching," Harriet said.

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

"Do you think that they're fucking?" Mary asked her brother after she had finished sucking him off when they woke up in the morning, having slept in John's bed.

"One way to find out," John replied.

"She did invite us," Mary agreed, getting to her feet and heading to the door.

"No clothes?" John asked.

"I'm hoping not to need them," Mary replied with a laugh as she left the room, her sexy ass swinging.

To her surprise, Mary found that the door to her parents' bedroom was wide open, something that it never was, even when they weren't home. The door was always closed unless they were entering or leaving. Even more surprising was seeing Julie riding her father reverse cowgirl, her hands on the bed behind her, her feet on either side of his knees as she slid her fat pussy up and down on his cock.

When Julie smiled at her when she saw her watching, Mary entered, crawling onto the bed to watch from mere inches as her father's cock slid in and out of Julie's pussy. She could feel Julie shudder when she leaned forward and teased her fat clit with her tongue, then slid her tongue down to her father's cock, tasting Julie's pussy on the shaft.

"Holy Christ!" James gasped when he felt Mary's tongue on the shaft of his cock as Julie fucked him, his balls exploding, cum gushing up into Julie's pussy. "Ahhhh!" he cried out when he felt his cock pulled from Julie's pussy, only to be engulfed by Mary's mouth.

Julie collapsed down onto James, her arms and legs splayed wide as she watched Mary sucking her father off, then lift her face to smile at her before gluing her mouth to her pussy to eat her, slurping up the cum cocktail that filled her.

"Well, good morning!" Julie said when Mary had finished.

"This is definitely my favorite way to start the day," Mary said, smiling at the shocked look on her father's face.

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

"Morning," John said when he entered the kitchen and found them sitting at the breakfast table.

"Good morning, John," Julie said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Uh, I guess," John replied. "How about you? It must be a little strange to be in a strange house."

"Your father was very good at making me feel comfortable and welcome," Julie replied, smiling at the color suffusing James' face. "Would you honor me with a Blessing?" she asked.

"Uh, sure," John replied, blushing at the look Mary gave him.

"There is no better way to start the day," Julie said as John moved to stand in front of her.

James stared slack-jawed as Julie began to suck John's cock.

"She's really good, isn't she?" Mary asked as she watched John's entire cock disappear into her mouth. "I hope I can suck a cock like that someday."

"It's all about practice," Julie gasped, lifting her face from John's cock.

"I plan on lots of practice," Mary said, laughing at the shocked look on her father's face. "Didn't you enjoy sharing your Blessing with me, dad?" she asked. "God knows, I sure liked it."

"I can honestly say I never envisioned having this kind of a conversation with you," James replied, his eyes widening when he saw cum leaking from the corners of Julie's mouth as John quietly groaned as he emptied his balls.

"Oh, my, what a nice Blessing," Julie gasped as she sat back, gulping down John's cum. "Thank you for the honor."

"The honor was all mine," John assured her, looking down at this middle-aged woman who had just sucked his cock in front of his father and sister.

"I'll look forward to that every morning," Julie said with a smile.

"Are you going to share Blessings with me, dad?" Mary asked, smiling at him as she licked her lips.

"I-uh-I..." James stammered, his face flushing as Mary knelt in front of him and pulled his zipper down, smiling up at him as she took his cock into her mouth.

"Oh, I just love receiving Blessings," Mary gasped as she leaned back, swallowing the last of her father's cum. "It makes everything seem so good and it's the best way to start the day, setting the right tone."

"I couldn't agree more," Julie said, smiling at her beaming face.

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

"Well, that was an interesting day," Julie said when they all got together for dinner that evening. "You only teach each day, never any time for anything else?" she asked.

"That takes all of our time," James replied. "The school was our original idea for community outreach."

"And it's a great idea," Julie said. "The kids are great and clearly enjoy their lessons. But you need to be more than teachers in a school if you want to really succeed."

"That's why we started meeting people each evening," James replied. "But we've only been doing that for a month or so."

"Yes, and only a couple of couples each time," Julie said, "which is a start, a good start. The previous three families that they brought in before you escaped as soon as they were confronted with the Blessing and Friendship ceremonies. The fact that you didn't, that you accepted and embraced it, proves that you're right for Malawi."

"What do you suggest that we do?" James asked.

"Well, first of all, let the parents all know that they're always welcome to drop by the school to observe the lessons, share Blessings, or share Friendship," Julie replied. "Since your mission and your home are one and the same places, you should also let them know that they're always welcome, for whatever reason, even if it's just to say hello and have a cup of water."

"But wouldn't that be disruptive of the class, parents stopping by for, uh, Sharing and Friendship?" James asked.

"Take turns," Julie replied with a laugh. "We'll create a space just for that."

"Do you have a school at your mission in Lilongwe?" Mary asked.

"No, not formally," Julie replied. "We teach different crafts and skills, go to their homes to help when they're sick or having children, and just generally being there for them."

"And people come by just for sharing Blessings and Friendship?" John asked.

"They do," Julie replied, laughing at the surprise on all of their faces. "I'm sure I average half a dozen Blessings and four to six Friendships a day," Julie said. "Sometimes more, sometimes less, but that's a pretty good average."

"What a great job," Mary sighed.

"But why do they come?" James asked, bewildered by the conversation.

"You ask me that after last night?" Julie asked, bursting into laughter at the embarrassed look on James' face. "They won't directly admit it, but I'm fairly certain that the Malawians believe that sharing with a white person increases their personal juju. When you go to the weekly market, do you go to the Tent of Dreams?"

"We've never been to the night market," James confessed.

"You've been here half a year and haven't been to the night market?" Julie asked, truly flabbergasted. "That's the center of life in any community. You need to go, every week. Make it a point to greet those with whom you have shared Blessings and/or Friendship. They will be so proud to be recognized and acknowledged. They will also introduce you to their friends. Your circle will grow. And always go to the Tent of Dreams."

"I've never even heard of it," James said, shaking his head.

"It's not usually talked about," Julie explained. "It doesn't really exist in terms of its impact on reality. What happens in the Tent of Dreams is just that, dream stuff that didn't really happen."

"This is making absolutely no sense to me, you realize?" James asked.

"John and I have been to the Tent of Dreams," Mary said. "In Chipita and also in Rhumpi."

"We can ask this evening about the market," Julie said. "You do have an outreach appointment tonight, don't you?"

"Yes," James replied.

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

"God, I just love seeing the look on dad's face when I'm sharing Blessings and then Friendship," Mary said as she crawled on top of her brother when they got home later that evening.

"I told you, you're hot, especially to watch," John said as Mary worked her pussy down onto his cock.

"His cock was so hard," Mary said, rocking her hips as she began to fuck her brother.

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

"Of course it excited you," Julie said, tousling James' hair as he ate her pussy. "She's a gorgeous, sexy young woman. It excited me, too."

"But she's my daughter," James said, lifting his pussy-smeared face to look up at her.

"She's an adult," Julie retorted. "She's perfectly capable of making her own decisions about what to do with her body and with whom."

"I worry about what she thinks of all of this," James confessed.

"She seems to be reveling in it," Julie said, "which you should be, too. I could be insulted that you're between my legs talking instead of eating," she said, sighing when James' tongue stroked her big, fat clit before sliding into her flowing hole.

"I also worry about Harriet, how she's going to react, to any of this," James said, crawling up Julie's body, stopping to suck on her large nipples, eliciting a moan from her as he did, his cock finding her sopping pussy and sliding into her.

"I'm sure that she's going to be just fine," Julie said, her legs lifting to wrap around his waist as he plunged his cock in and out of her hungry pussy. "I'm more curious about how you're going to react when you hear about her experience in Chipita."

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

"Oh, god, I'm so nervous," Mary said, fidgeting as she waited with her father and brother as the bus arrived.

"Dear God, give me strength," James prayed out loud as the bus door opened and Harriet stepped out, looking around, her eyes lighting up when she saw them.

"Oh, I have so missed you, all of you," she said, hugging each of them tightly, then kissing James, practically sucking his tonsils from his mouth.

"We've missed you, too, mom," Mary replied as they went to the car. "It was so strange without you being here."

"No problems with Julie?" Harriet asked.

"She's the best," Mary replied, John agreeing. "We just loved her."

"James?" Harriet asked, cocking an eye at him as they drove towards their house.

"We have so much to talk about," James said, avoiding a direct answer.

"You have no idea," Harriet replied with a laugh.

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

"How did Julie like our mission?" Harriet asked as they ate dinner.

"She seemed to like it a lot," James replied. "She seemed very comfortable in just about any situation."

"Did she have any suggestions?" Harriet asked.

James explained about inviting the parents to visit and any others who might be so inclined, especially the Ngoni.

"Greg and Susan do the same thing in Chipita," Harriet informed him. "It's actually a really good idea. Have you started with it yet?"

"Just for a week or so," James replied.

"Is anybody taking advantage?" Harriet asked.

"Each day, a few," James replied. "What was it like in Chipita?" he asked.

"Well, they don't have the school, so they have a lot more opportunity for people to come by," Harriet replied.

"Well, we need to go," James said. "You up to it or do you want to stay here and sleep?"

"No, I'll be fine," Harriet replied. "We'll talk more when we get back," she said to John and Mary.

"Uh, that's one of the things we're going to talk about," James said as John and Mary got to their feet.

"I-I-I don't understand," Harriet stammered.

"We're coming with you," Mary said, slipping an arm around her mother's waist.

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

Harriet had butterflies in her stomach as they socialized with the three couples, Afari and Rotoru, a shy couple in their 50s who were their nominal hosts, Dkora and Nanimi, a high-energy couple in their 30s, and Ranuli and Krabari, a heavy-set couple in their 40s, unable to keep her eyes off of her children as they comfortably interacted with everyone.

"Would it be acceptable to begin?" Afari asked, approaching James and Harriet.

"Of course," James replied with a smile.

"I would like to offer Friendship," Afari said to Harriet.

Harriet was acutely aware of her face flushing as she saw John and Mary standing together watching her.

"I would be honored," Harriet managed to reply, allowing Afari to take her hand and lead her to the table that had been prepared.

Harriet felt her pussy juices running down the inside of her thighs as she undressed, very aware that John and Mary had undressed with everyone else and had moved closer and were closely scrutinizing her. Her ruby nipples were so hard, they ached when she stood up after stepping out of her dress.

"I offer Friendship," Afari said formally after helping Harriet up onto the table where she leaned back on her elbows, her feet up on the edge and wide apart, her pussy spread open for everyone to see, including her children.

"She looks just like you," John whispered into Mary's ear as they both stared at their mother's spread pussy. "I wonder if she tastes like you?" he asked, grunting when he felt his sister's elbow dig into his ribs.

"I accept your Friendship," Harriet replied, inhaling when she felt Afari's cock enter her pussy, unable to resist looking up at John and Mary as Afari's cock filled her, her eyes widening as she took in John's huge cock standing out in front of him as he watched her being fucked.

John smiled when he saw that his father was busy taking pictures, positioning himself and Mary so that they were in the background of several of the shots.

"It is time for the Blessing," Afari gasped, pulling his glistening cock from Harriet's pussy and climbing up onto the table to straddle her, sticking his cock into her open mouth, groaning when he felt her lips lock on the shaft of his cock as she sucked on him with her whole mouth, her eyes opening slightly when she felt the first spurt of cum on her tongue."I thank you for your Blessing," Harriet gasped when she had finished sucking him off.

She felt her cheeks flame as she once again looked at John and Mary, her pussy getting wetter than it already was from the nice fucking it had just received at the sight of John's huge cock throbbing in front of him, her cheeks flushing even more when she realized what she was thinking. Dkora and Ranuli followed, each one fucking her long and hard before climbing up onto the table to be sucked off.

"John!" Mary gasped, trying to grab his arm as he stepped forward.

"I offer Friendship," he said as he stood at the end of the table looking down at his well-fucked mother, her pussy gaping open from having been fucked by three men, his rock-hard cock standing out in front of him, almost touching her spread pussy. "Mom?" John asked after she just stared at him open-mouthed, not saying a thing. "Mom?" he asked, slapping her pussy with his cock, causing her to jump, then sliding the head of it up and down between her dripping, spread pussy lips, delicate like Mary's.

"I accept your Friendship," Harriet managed to say after exchanging a look with James, seeing the smile on his face. "Oh, god, yes," she groaned as her son's cock slid into her pussy.

Even though she had just been fucked by three successive men, John's cock was so much bigger, it felt like the first one, stretching her pussy delightfully as he filled her. She was peripherally aware of James and his camera as John fucked her, aware of Mary standing right next to the table, watching her brother's huge cock as it slid in and out of their mother's pussy.

"It is time for the Blessing," John grunted, pulling his glistening cock from his mother's pussy and staring at it gaping open before climbing up onto the table, sticking it in her face, looking down as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, tasting him, then wrapping her lips around him as he lost control, cum gushing from his cock into his mother's mouth as she gulped his cum down, not stopping until she had completely sucked him off, leaning back and gasping for breath as the flavor of her own son's cum filled her mouth for the first time.

"I-I thank you for your Blessing," Harriet managed to say as John got down from the table and everyone rushed forward to help her up.

"I cannot believe you did that!" Mary gasped, grabbing her brother's arm, her eyes wild. "God, that was just so hot!"

"She's a great fuck," John said, shaking his head. "Every bit as good as you."

"John!" Mary gasped, though her cheeks blushed with the compliment, her ruby nipples hard on the ends of her breasts, feeling the wetness between her thighs.

"I offer Friendship," Afari said as he approached Mary, his ebony cock leading the way.

"I'd be honored," Mary replied, putting her hand in his as he helped her up onto the table.

"How long has this been going on?" Harriet asked James in a shaky voice as he took pictures of their daughter being fucked.

"Since the night Julie arrived," James replied.

"And have you..." Harriet tried to ask.

"Yes," James replied, turning to look at her, "many times now. And she insists on receiving my Blessing every morning in the kitchen. She prefers an audience."

Harriet watched numbly as each of the three men took their turn with Mary, hard to accept that it was her own daughter on the table, her pussy being filled by the same strange black cocks that had just fucked her, then watching as each of them came in her mouth, Mary clearly eagerly sucking them off and gulping down their cum. Then Rotoru approached James shyly.

"I offer Friendship," she said.

"I am honored," James replied, allowing her to lead him to the table.

Harriet watched as each of the women fucked James, then sucked him off, her feelings warring within herself as she thought of the ramifications of her children being involved, still rocked by the thought that James had done the Friendship ceremony with Mary, fucked her, his own daughter, and was getting his cock sucked by her every morning. She couldn't even think of it in terms of sharing a Blessing or Friendship when it came to her own daughter, especially not with her own father. And then she watched, impressed in spite of herself as the three women offered Friendship to John and he accepted, blushing when she realized that she, too, had just been fucked by her son and had sucked him off and had thoroughly enjoyed it.

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

"I think this is why I love Malawi so much," Mary sighed as they walked home afterwards.

"Why is that?" Harriet asked.

"I just love the Friendship ceremony," Mary replied. "It's no wonder that it's such a peaceful country with such gentle people when their idea of shaking hands is to have sex."

"I think I have to agree," James said. "I think the connection is inescapable."

"Was the whole thing difficult for you at first?" John asked.

"I think it was more difficult for your mother," James replied.

"I think I loved it from the very first time, with Greg," Mary replied. "Just having people watching while he fucked me and I sucked him off, nothing but smiles and approval. I still get wet just thinking about it."

"Mary!" Harriet gasped, shocked to realize that she had done the Friendship ceremony with Greg.

"Don't you enjoy it now?" Mary asked. "You sure seemed to."

"It's difficult for me to talk about it with you," Harriet confessed. "It was hard enough with your father, but you're our children."

"Are you going to tell me that you didn't cum like crazy when John's cock was fucking you?" Mary asked, laughing. "You're not being consistent."

"I said it was difficult for me," Harriet sighed, remembering exactly how good it had felt to have her son's cock in her pussy, cumming non-stop. "But yes, I do enjoy it now. In the beginning, I had a lot of problems because of my upbringing, the programming associated with the 7th Commandment not to commit adultery."

"How did you reconcile that?" John asked as they arrived at the house.

"Adultery is inherently dishonest," Harriet replied. "There is nothing dishonest about your father and I sharing Blessings and Friendship with others."

"So Julie being here, going to the Friendship ceremonies with dad each evening," John said.

"I understand and have no problem with it, though I admit to some butterflies in my stomach at first when I thought about it in Chipita," Harriet replied. "Besides, I would have had to condemn myself first and foremost."

"Why?" Mary asked.

"Oh, my!" Harriet said, shaking her head. "I was nervous enough about this conversation with your father. I never thought you'd be a part of it, too."

"You don't have to," Mary volunteered. "We'd understand."

"No, that wouldn't be right, especially considering all of the present circumstances," Harriet said, sighing resignedly. "When I first arrived in Chipita, Greg and Charlene took me to the spring you told me about. I almost died of embarrassment when he offered me his Blessings right in front of Charlene."

"I'm sure Charlene just loved it," Mary said with a laugh.

"I'm sure she did," Harriet agreed, "but at the time all I could think of was that she was his daughter and his cock was in my mouth. And then I thought of you, all of you, and I had to fight some guilty feelings."

"Did you go to any Friendship ceremonies?" Mary asked.

"The mission in Chipita is very different from ours," Harriet replied. "People come in every day, all day, to share Blessings and Friendship."

"I think we've had four people in a day once since we started the same practice," James said. "We still have days when nobody stops by."

"In Chipita I shared Blessings in the mission at least a dozen times a day," Harriet confessed, her cheeks flushing with color, "and Friendship probably half a dozen times a day. And that's not counting Greg. The man is insatiable."

"Lucky you!" Mary said, laughing at the shocked look on her mother's face as everyone joined in laughing.

"It gets worse," Harriet said, taking a deep breath. "Each evening there was a Friendship ceremony, usually with half a dozen couples. I was in shock."

"It sure wasn't like that when we were there," Mary said.

"We talked about it," Harriet said. "Greg explained that they didn't want to overexpose you when they realized how new you were to such a sexual awakening and how Malawi really worked."

"That's a lot of people," John said slowly.

"This is embarrassing enough without the two of you being here," Harriet said, her face bright red. "I was so shocked by how many people there were the first time that I counted. After that, I just couldn't help counting. I gave up trying to keep count of all of the blow...Blessings I received, but the different men that fuc...uh, shared Friendship with me, well, I counted 138."

"Oh, wow!" Mary laughed. "You got to fuck 138 different men in just 2 weeks? I am so jealous."

"Their mission is so well-established," Harriet said defensively, not unaware of James' slack-jawed face as he stared at her. "They have many hundreds of...Friends, perhaps thousands. Our mission is just getting started, for all intents and purposes. Perhaps in 10 or 20 years, we'll have as many Friends."

"What was it like fucking so many people?" Mary asked, the fascination in her voice and face very obvious.

"Truth be told, I was sore as hell the first few days," Harriet admitted. "But Greg anticipated that and limited the numbers the first few days. After that, my body adjusted."

"Did it turn you on, just fucking total strangers like that, one after the other?" Mary asked.

"Once I got over the psychological shock and stopped thinking about it," Harriet replied, blushing as she met James' eyes. "It's almost like something is triggered that gives you an almost hyper-sexual drive. It's overwhelming the way it dominates your mind. You have to really work at not thinking about it."

"That's how it is for me, too," Mary said, nodding in understanding. "When John, Bruce, and Masozi were all fucking me all day and night, it happened to me. Suddenly I couldn't get enough. I was so horny, am so horny all the time now."

"Maybe we should continue this discussion tomorrow," Harriet suggested, realizing that she needed to talk with James, worried about how he had reacted to what she had told them.

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

"God, I am so horny," Mary gasped as she ripped her clothes off and jumped on the bed with her brother. "Mom's story turned me on so much," she said, inhaling John's cock at the same time that she plastered her sopping pussy on his mouth.

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

"James, are you okay?" Harriet asked as they went upstairs to their room.

"No, leave it open," James said when he saw Harriet start to close the door.

"Oh?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

"Something Julie started," he explained. "She wanted the kids to feel welcome whenever they wanted."

"James?"

"I'm just blown away, I guess," James admitted. "I think of 138 different men fucking you and wonder how you had any time for anything else."

"I almost didn't," Harriet replied, then burst out laughing. "I actually had that thought at one point, that I was spending more time with a cock in me than not. Are you bothered by it? That was my biggest concern."

"A little," James admitted. "Not because you fucked so many other men, just that I wasn't there."

"You are such a voyeur!" Harriet laughed as she dropped her clothes to the floor to stand naked in front of him. "Do you still want me?" she asked, her arms above her head as she spread her feet wide, feeling the coolness of the air between her spreading pussy lips.

"More than you can possibly imagine," James said, his clothes disappearing as he reached for her.

"Is it still as tight as it was?" Harriet asked fearfully when he finally slid his cock into her after eating her to several intense orgasms.

"Any tighter and it would rip my cock off," James replied, laughing as she raised her legs to wrap around his waist as they began to fuck.

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

"Well, you look like the cat who ate the canary," Mary commented the next morning when she came down for breakfast and found her parents in the kitchen, noticing that her mother was wearing the peignoir that Julie had left, the one that only came down halfway over her ass, leaving her pussy exposed. "Will you share Blessings?" she asked, kneeling in front of her father and reaching into his short housecoat for his cock, rolling her tongue around the head before taking it into her mouth.

"Mmm, tastes like me," she said, licking her lips and smiling as she looked at her mother watching open-mouthed before taking it back into her mouth.

"Looks like I'm just in time," John said as he entered the room and saw his sister on her knees with their father's cock filling her mouth. "Share Blessings?" he asked, pulling his cock out and sticking it in his mother's face.

"Oh!" Harriet gasped, staring at her son's huge cock, her mouth automatically opening as John leaned forward, her lips locking around him as his cock filled her mouth.

Harriet almost choked as her son's cock filled her mouth and throat as she pressed her nose up against his belly, feeling it throbbing, shocked as she realized that the flavor of her own pussy that she was tasting on him had to be Mary's, his sister's.

Harriet felt herself cumming when she realized that James was cumming in Mary's mouth, her eyes racked to the side to watch, noticing the bit of cum that had escaped the corner of her mouth as she noisily sucked her father off. And then John's cock was exploding in her mouth, cum literally gushing onto her tongue and down her throat as the gulped and gulped, siphoning his cock with her mouth as she greedily tried to suck all of the cum from his balls.

"Mmm, thanks for the Blessing, dad," Mary said as she sat back with a Cheshire cat's grin on her face as she licked her lips, swallowing the last of her father's cum.

"Always a pleasure, Mary," James replied, smiling down at his daughter and shaking his head, realizing that she sucked his cock almost as well as her mother.

"Oh, yeah!" John gasped as Harriet finished him off by taking his entire cock into her mouth and throat and milking him before sitting back, gasping for breath as she swallowed the last of her son's cum.

"I thank you for your Blessing," Harriet managed to say, blushing furiously as she realized that she was thanking her son for allowing her to suck his cock.

"I look forward to Blessing you often," John replied, a big grin on his face as he locked eyes with Mary who was still licking her lips.

"This is going to take some getting used to," Harriet said with a sigh.

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

"So, how was your first day back?" Mary asked when they all sat down for the evening meal.

"Relaxing," Harriet replied. "So different from Chipita."

"How so?" James asked.

"Well, there was only one couple today that wanted to share Blessings and Friendship," Harriet said, blushing when she realized that John and Mary now knew full well what that meant. "In Chipita, there'd be one or two couples per hour for Friendship and two or three times that many just to share Blessings. We were constantly busy."

"We haven't come so far from Astarte, have we?" Mary asked, a sublime smile on her face.

"I'm sorry, who?" Harriet asked.

"Astarte," Mary replied. "She was the goddess of war and sexual love in ancient Egypt, also with the Hittites and in Canaan. They'd have temple ceremonies where people were rewarded with sex with the incarnation of Astarte in her priestesses."

"Why on earth would you know that?" James asked, laughing.

"I don't remember the class, but it interested me and I looked into it a bit," Mary replied. "I used to daydream of being a priestess of Astarte."

"The more things change, the more they remain the same," John observed.

"In a way, you and dad are the priest and priestess of your temple, the mission, and people come to feel closer to God with you," Mary said. "Nothing is closer to God than orgasm."

"Mary!" Harriet gasped.

"Do you disagree?" Mary asked, looking her mother in the eye.

"Well, that's not the point," Harriet replied, flustered.

"I'd say it is exactly the point," James interjected. "I happen to agree with Mary. I've never felt closer to God than when I'm cumming. It's like all of the boundaries disappear and I'm only in this bubble of pure pleasure. That's how I've always thought of a personal interaction with God, a moment of pure pleasure, pure love."

"Is that how you see it?" Harriet asked, looking at Mary, then John.

"Not me," John replied, shaking his head. "I still don't get the whole God thing, other than as an excuse to explain the unexplainable. To me, the whole Malawian sex thing is just a great way to get closer to people. Doesn't it turn you on at all to think that you have the freedom to have sex with whoever you want, as often as you want, and you won't be judged negatively for it?"

"It unsettles me to think about it at times," Harriet replied. "Especially the past two weeks."

"Did you feel closer to God?" Mary asked.

"I don't know how to explain it," Harriet replied. "When I cum, I am lost, totally disembodied, fully enraptured by the orgasm. I can see someone describing that as being closer to God, but in all honesty, it was all just one long orgasm, never ending. I'd feel guilty because I realized that I was enjoying it, didn't want it to end, looked forward to the next one. I have a hard time reconciling that with my Christian upbringing and what we're supposed to be doing here. Instead of us bringing them to Christ, it seems to me that they're bringing us to, well, Astarte."

"I'll take Astarte any day," Mary said, laughing. "Christ and his disciples never got laid, unless they were taking turns with Mary Magdalene."

"Mary!" Harriet gasped. "That's...that's..."

"Blasphemous?" Mary asked. "If you believe the Bible, what you've been taught, indoctrinated with, then you have to believe that that's true, even if you don't like the words I've used to describe the situation."

"Now you know why the church forbade anyone but the clergy to know how to read and write back in the Dark Ages," James said with a chuckle. "As soon as you let the people learn to read and write, they do, and they learn, and then they do the absolute worst possible thing; they think and ask questions."

"This whole experience has caused me to re-evaluate just about everything I had ever thought or learned about life, people, religion, God," he continued. "I have felt what I thought of as very close to God at times in my life; praying, doing an act of charity, but I have never felt as close to God as I do when I have an orgasm. It involves every cell of my being. It is all-encompassing, all-consuming. If our purpose as Christians is to strive to get close to God, then I honestly have to say that the Malawians have done a far better job of it than Christianity, Judaism, Islam, take your pick. I've never felt closer to God."

"I...I...I don't know what to say," Harriet said, her face pale as the impact of her husband's words hit home.

"Well, I've never experienced life so intently before," Mary said. "I mean, I know that I'm young, but there is nothing that compares to the feeling of an orgasm, nothing. Not even close. And it's so much fun getting there," she added with a laugh. "God, I just love being able to be...to be...to be a slut! Yes, a slut," she said, nodding her head emphatically when she saw the shock on her mother's face. "In Malawi, being a slut is the norm, for men and women. In the West, well, being a slut is a negative for women, you're a stud if you're a male slut. Malawi sure seems more peaceful and friendly than anywhere else I've been.""Maybe we should go," James suggested after a long, pregnant pause, seeing the shock on his wife's face.

"Go!" Harriet exclaimed, looking at him. "Oh, outreach?"

"No, it's market night," Mary said.

"Market night!" Harriet said. "I never thought about a market here."

"Didn't you go to the market with Greg, Susan, and Charlene?" John asked.

"Yes," Harriet replied, her cheeks coloring.

"Julie made us go," Mary said. "We knew about the market in Chipita, but had never thought about the one here. It's really nice. And, of course, the Tent of Dreams is here."

"The Tent of Dreams," Harriet repeated in a whisper, her blush deepening.

"I know they would have taken you," Mary said. "That's the main reason they go to the market."

"Yes," Harriet replied.

"I thought it was great fun," Mary said with a laugh. "All of those big, black cocks sticking through the screen, just waiting to be sucked. It was so funny to be kneeling between Susan and Charlene while we all sucked cocks. Did you enjoy it?"

"It was...difficult for me," Harriet replied, now completely flushed.

"Why?" Mary asked. "I mean, you like sucking cocks, don't you?"

"Mary!" Harriet exclaimed, then burst out laughing. "I can honestly say I never imagined that my own daughter would ever ask me such a question."

"The Friendship ceremony, sharing Blessings, I can reconcile those in my mind," Harriet replied.

"Seems to me that they're just fancy words to hide the reality of what they are," John said. "Fucking and sucking. I don't mind paying lip service to whatever people want to call it, but that's all it is to me and I'm good with that."

"Me, too," Mary agreed. "This is Malawi and I feel like I belong here. I love to fuck and suck cock and eat pussy and those are considered virtues here. I'll never leave."

"In Chipita, did you always in your mind think that you were sharing Blessings, receiving and giving Friendship," James asked, smiling, "or did it ever become just another cock to suck or fuck?"

"I would and still do feel such shame when I realize that that had happened," Harriet replied. "I felt so guilty, like I was cheating on you, because in my mind that's what it was; I was sucking some stranger's cock or being fucked by some stranger. I wasn't thinking of it in terms of Blessings and Friendship, it was just sex, another mouthful of cum."

"People like to hide behind words, labels," James said easily. "It gives them more security than just seeing things for what they are. I wonder how the Malawians describe these things in their own languages when they're describing their interactions, with us, with others."

"Truth be told, I only cursorily think of these interactions as sharing Blessings or Friendship," James admitted. "I'm with John on this; to me it's sex, getting my cock sucked or fucking someone else's wife while they watch, and then orgasm, cumming, getting close to God."

"Does it bother you that mom sucks all of those strange cocks, lets them fuck her?" Mary asked.

"That's my shame," John admitted, glancing at Harriet. "I enjoy it, watching her with the other men."

"Wow, that's...cool!" Mary said, laughing. "How does that make you feel, Mom?" she asked. "Do you like seeing Dad with all of the other women?"

"It was confusing at first," Harriet admitted. "I definitely hid behind the labels to insulate my mind, my sensibilities. Then I saw how proud the women were, and their husbands, too, and I looked at it differently."

"I like the surprise on their faces when they see that Dad and John have such big cocks," Mary said, laughing at the shock on her mother's face. "I mean, there are a lot of black cocks just as large, even larger, but I feel proud when I know that they're thinking about their white cocks being bigger than a lot of the black ones."

"You are so twisted," John laughed, hugging his sister.

"I've had that thought, too," Harriet admitted, blushing.

"Chipita is mostly Tumbuka, isn't it?" John asked, remembering the Tumbuka Friendship ceremony.

"Yes," Harriet replied.

"And they do the Tumbuka Friendship ceremony?" he asked.

"Yes," Harriet replied, once again blushing.

"Which one do you prefer, the Ngoni or the Tumbuka?" John asked.

"What's the difference?" James asked.

"Oh, I...I can't talk about it with you," Harriet said, blushing. "You're not Tumbuka."

"We promised, too," Mary said.

"It's the same as the Ngoni," Harriet reminded him. "We don't talk about it with non-Ngoni or those who haven't attended a Ngoni Friendship ceremony."

"I understand," James said, obviously frustrated. "Come on, let's go to the market, then."

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

"Oh, Mom, you are just amazing!" Mary laughed as they walked home hours later.

"Stop!" Harriet said, then joined her in laughter, handing the bottle of ktang to James.

"My balls hurt from cumming so much," John groused.

"Nobody forced you to keep sticking that big cock of yours through the screen," Mary said. "My jaw hurts, though. Doesn't yours?" she asked her mother.

"After a few days in Chipita, I got used to it," Harriet replied with a big sigh. "It was difficult at first."

"I want to know how you get them to cum so fast," Mary said. "I was finishing my third one and you were finishing your fifth."

"That should be an interesting entry into your diary," James laughed. "Taught my daughter how to more quickly suck a cock to orgasm."

"I didn't know you kept a diary," Mary said. "What do you write in it?"

"Everything," Harriet replied. "What I did that day, how I felt."

"That must be some very interesting reading since we've been here," Mary said.

"It personal, Mary," Harriet said. "Even your father has never violated my privacy with my diary. Now I guess I'll go write in my diary, explain how I spent an hour on my knees next to my daughter sucking strange black cocks through a screen."

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

"Oh, James," Harriet sighed as she ruffled his hair while he ate her pussy. "Sometimes I'm so confused. I was handling all of this until John and Mary became involved. Now I'm conflicted."

"It was the same for me," James said, crawling up her body and sinking his cock into her pussy, rolling her over on top of him as he began to slowly piston his cock up into her. "Julie was a big change catalyst. Right from the start. After a few days, well, it just wasn't an issue anymore. I'm sure it will be the same for you."

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

"I'm not so sure that that's a good idea," Mary said as she sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her brother's cock sticking in her face.

"I've just got to fuck her again," John said, his hands resting on his sister's head as she leaned forward, his cock sliding along her tongue into her mouth. "And not behind some Friendship ceremony. I want it to be like this, just sex for the sake of it."

"Well, just go do it, then," Mary said, sitting back, smiling as his cock bobbed in front of her in time with his heartbeat. "She'll either let you or she won't. You know Dad won't care. We haven't fucked since Mom got back."

Harriet's back was to the open door, so she didn't see it when John and Mary appeared, naked, stopping for a moment in the doorway before stepping into the room and up to the bed, watching as their mother's ass rose up and down, her pussy causing their father's cock to glisten as it was revealed on each stroke.

James had seen them enter, his cock lurching in Harriet's delectable pussy at the thought of them joining in. Julie had finally gotten them to all sleep in the same bed and he had gotten used to the family orgy each night.

Filling his hands with her breasts, his fingers finding and pulling on her hard nipples, James pulled Harriet down into a kiss, feeling her suck his tongue into her mouth even as her pussy continued to ride his cock.

"Wha...wha..." Harriet gasped when she suddenly felt hands on her hips.

"Don't stop," Mary said as she mounted her father's face, lowering her pussy onto his mouth as she faced her mother. "We just want to join in," she added as Harriet gasped when she felt John's cock probing at her rosebud while her pussy continued to spasm on James' cock.

"You don't mind, do you?" John asked, surprised when his cock easily slid into his mother's ass.

Harriet moaned, her whole body spasming in orgasm as her son's cock filled her ass while his father's filled her pussy. In spite of all the things that she had done, she had never had more than one man at a time. Now she was having the most earth-shattering orgasm as both cocks fucked her at the same time.

"Isn't that just the best, Mom?" Mary asked as she continued to ride her father's tongue, Harriet's eyes unable to tear themselves from the sight of his tongue slithering to and fro between her pussy lips right in front of her eyes.

The rest of the night was a mind-bending, incestuous orgy as John and James each had her in the mouth, pussy, and ass several times, at one point fucking both of them in the ass at the same time that they ate each other's pussy lying on their sides. She came the hardest watching John and Mary together, marveling at the fact that they were her children.

Harriet looked over at her daughter as the sun broke, seeing her hard, ruby nipples swaying on the ends of her breasts as she rode her father's cock, her own pussy busy milking John's cock once again.

"I just love being in a missionary family," Mary sighed, smiling at her mother as she continued sliding her pussy up and down on her father's cock.