Chapter 19: My Nubian Princess Sula

On Sunday before breakfast, Sula came rushing towards me excitedly. She looked like a Nubian princess, such a dreamlike appearance. Since early childhood, I had remembered an African princess from a fairy tale film, a lovely girl with many talents who saved her kingdom with her cleverness. That’s how Su appeared to me this day; her hair pinned up and adorned, her large, clever eyes and shapely face delighting me. Only her shabby clothes could not keep up, but that was not her fault, it was the circumstances here with us.

“Top of the morning to you, Michael. Do I still have a chance to be your partner this year? Or what is your plan?” With her big eyes, the Kamba girl, who had grown recently, looked at me. She had told me a lot during the past weeks about her tribe in the northeast of Kenya, how hard she had to work as the oldest child and how often she had to look after the cows alone. When she was about nine years old, her father was already teaching his little girl, she was his eldest child, how to shoot. However, the gun was old and often jammed when loading. Once, two lionesses had approached the cows, but Sula’s first shot luckily drove the attackers away. The loading mechanism was jammed; she would have been helpless. Her father later provided a better gun and trained his daughter. Although it was forbidden, they hunted antelopes and young ostriches to have enough food for their village.

Sula had taken part in tests of courage with the adolescent boys of her village. Armed only with spears, they had fought hyenas and even chased away lions. Sula told me it was only crocodiles and hippos that she had huge respect for, even a little fear of. Once she had to watch a hippo chase and trample an older boy. Two crocodiles fought over the remains of the boy at the river, finally dragging him into the water until there was nothing left of the boy.

Our Kenyan girl had lived in a Catholic convent for four years, completed kindergarten and the first three grades there. That’s how she had learned to speak and write English. The nuns would have taught her very well, but they were far too strict. Fortunately for her, as Sula said, her father had brought her back in the middle of the fourth year of school so that she could support her family as the eldest child.

All this went through my mind, as we looked deep into each other’s eyes. “At the moment I have no plan for further partnerships. Are you clear about whether you really want that? Aren’t you afraid of it?”

“Never. Babette has explained this to me several times, including her opinion that there could be nothing better for us than to be initiated into the secrets of love by an experienced loving man.”

My assistant expressed herself in a particularly chosen way today. Smiling, I stroked her hair. She had obviously had it done up by a girl to celebrate the day. So, talking to me was important to her.

“Su, come, let me give you a hug.” She snuggled up to me with her eyes closed. “If you really want it that much, my dear, we can still make it this year, but right now it’s too much for me once again. Please understand me, I need a break. Otherwise, I won’t have the right feelings for you either.”

Sula stepped back to break away from the embrace as she often did and looked at me resolutely. “I understand that, but ... can I ask you in front of everyone next week?”

“Certainly, Su. I’ll let you know when I’m comfortable again.”

It was all too formal for me. Sula was already something special. I pulled her close to me. “Sula, if you really want it, I’m really looking forward to it.” Although two girls were just passing by, we kissed like lovers. It was accepted, of course with a mocking comment, this time from Cara.

“Well, something like that, without a green ribbon. Tst-tst-tst.” Laughing. “Have fun, Su.”

Proudly, Sula told the girls, “Next week it will be, there is hope for me. We just agreed on that.” Cara and Ananda hugged our dear African girl, but also picked up a little kiss from me. Left and right, me holding the two pregnant young women, kisses and kind words, there was nothing better. Sula also hugged them both, she was happy with herself and our decision. Only Esther didn’t like the idea.

“Michael, a word, please. Su told me you’re going to be mates on 2 December. Have you looked at my calendar? Sula’s fertile days have just passed in early December. That would be the first time you’ll be partnered with menstruation.” I gladly let Esther led me to her computer. Of course, she was right. Sula’s best days began today and ended on Wednesday, if everything went as it had so far.

“Esther, what do you suggest?”

“There are two options from my point of view. You start today or you prefer Fahsai.”

Smiling, I looked at our Hungarian nurse. “So, you don’t begrudge Sula getting two fortnights with me.” Esther laughed. “If that’s your plan, go for it, no one will complain.”

“No, Esther, thanks for your hint. We’ll start today, even though I wanted to give myself a break.”

“Take care, Michael, we still need you. After my Attila, I want another child, Olivia or Oliver, no matter how hard my birth gets. So, take it easy, for me too.”

After lunch I got up, asked Sula to get up too. “My dear Sula, this morning you asked me if you would get another chance to be my partner for a fortnight this year. Now I ask you, would you like the green collar?”

She looked at me, puzzled. “You said you would. Mmh ... No, of course, I’d love it, I’d be delighted.” Our kiss was accompanied by a heavy thumping from everyone present. Babette came running, congratulating Sula with a loving hug and a kiss. To me the tall Romanian winked. “I am happy for Su. She wanted this very much.”

Shortly afterwards, I was sitting in the bathtub together with my dear assistant. Although she had wanted to be partnered for weeks, she seemed inhibited and worried. My tender caresses did not seem very welcome. “What is it, my dear? Are you afraid? Shall we postpone it?”

Uncertainly, Sula looked at me. “I don’t know what’s wrong. I’m so excited. This came as such a surprise now.”

My forehead kiss was meant to reassure her. “You tell me what you want today and what you don’t like. Listen to my suggestion. We’ll dry off now, get into bed and try a nap together just cuddling up to each other, no sex at all. Would that be, ok?” She nodded eagerly.

But even in bed she could not rest. Again and again, she changed position until she seemed to have found her desired place. We lay on our sides, her arms wrapped around me from behind. It was unusual, but beautiful, the way she snuggled against my back, her taut, small breasts arousing me slightly. We fell sound asleep quite quickly.

When I awoke, I could still feel the warmth of my naked Nubian princess against my back. Sula had snuggled tightly against me, her very soft breathing going quietly but blowing a warm breeze against my neck. I had never had a feeling like this before either, usually I snuggled up to my partner and held her in my arms. This time it was different, but no less beautiful. I enjoyed how her young girl breasts touched my back with every breath, only to withdraw again a little until the next inhale.

Actually, I had to go to the bathroom once, but I didn’t want to wake my dear Sula. As I was trying to make myself a little more comfortable, someone jerked behind me. She was instantly wide-awake. “Help. Oohh. What’s wrong? Oh. I’m naked,” she laughed at me.

“Me too, not so bad. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. I don’t remember ever sleeping during the day, except back then during my illness. It’s nice to lie like this with you.”

We kissed tenderly, but not demanding. A little later, I led my partner out onto the terrace. Somehow, we had often been lucky lately, Sunday was usually pleasantly warm and without rain or strong winds. I got a beer from the cellar and banana nectar for Sula. From a distance I saw Babette sitting with her friend. They were having a rather heated discussion. I cautiously went closer and heard Babette’s words. “You’re crazy. It’s not going to work out like this.”

“What’s the trouble, my dears?”

“Oh, nothing.” Sula said.

“Yes, tell him, Su, which makes you feel uncomfortable? You didn’t tell me either until weeks later, when I was almost desperate.” Her friend was demanding.

Babette looked pleadingly at our dear African. Sula didn’t want to, so my taller assistant told me what her friend’s problem was. The little girl had been kidnapped by another tribe when she was about six years old and was tied up for weeks until her parents handed over two cows as ransom. Since then, Sula can no longer stand any constriction, restraint or clasp. She had been taken to the convent school for treatment of her psychosis, but it had not helped until today. On the second day after her arriving in the valley, when the doctor wanted to fix her, she had completely freaked out. Whenever Babette had tried to hold Sula lovingly in her arms for a little longer, the battered girl had panicked. Now I understood why she took a step back after every short hug. It was a kind of claustrophobia, a fear of constriction. But I didn’t know how to help her.

Babette suggested the three of us be together tonight. With her, Sula would have lost her fear. They had even practised how long the stressed girl would endure being held by Babette’s strong arms. In the last few months, Sula would have made it. Again, I realised how little I knew about my girls’ feelings.

But it wasn’t Su’s only problem. There was also the problem of sex. She had watched rapes in fear, especially in the village where she had been held captive. Girls for whom no ransom was paid were abused for days and finally assigned to one of the men as a third or fourth wife, almost as a slave.

After dinner I consulted with Ramona, on the one hand about Sula’s problems and on the other hand how she feels about the three-way partnership and what the other girls and women might say about it if they found out. Our doctor was totally pragmatic, but first thanked me for the information, which she added to our Kenyan’s medical record.

“You make it easy if you can handle it yourself and if Sula doesn’t block it.” Then her snarky way started again. “Isn’t a threesome the dream of almost all men, yours isn’t?”

A Spanish comedy was playing in the cinema today, but there were only five of our young women present. Priya had put in the DVD she had made herself but had also gone back upstairs. You had to know Spanish pretty well to understand the jokes. When Isabella and Mayari laughed, I looked uncertain. It just seemed ‘Spanish’ to me. But the room was very nicely heated.

Lenya, who was trying hard to use this additional language, finally asked. “Michael, shall we continue looking upstairs. Would you like to be here with Sula to ... to be with Sula?” Gratefully, I nodded to her. A little later I led my partner into the warm room. I had already sent Babette downstairs with pillows and blankets. She looked at us expectantly.

Of course, I asked Sula again if it was all right with her if Babette was there. “Yes, I’d love to, but please leave the lights on. The first film had me shivering with fear when the light was gone.” I was completely unclear how to proceed, but Babette pulled Sula onto her lap, hugged her tightly and kissed her friend. Every now and then she loosened the embrace, but only to remove pieces of clothing. Soon they were both sitting naked on the bath towel in the double bench. Actually, Babette demonstrated to me how they sometimes exchanged their feelings.

It became more and more intense. As Babette knelt on a cushion in front of the bench, she beckoned me over. “Kiss each other, and Michael, hold her until she starts to struggle.” Only twice did I have to let go of Sula briefly, and then she held my embrace. Her kisses showed me how the desire rose more and more in her. Her friend saw to that. As if in passing, I had also undressed, sat down next to the caresses, but she didn’t let Babette direct her onto my lap.

Again, the Romanian was completely practical, her mouth moistened my member briefly and she was already sitting on me and showing Sula a form of the act. She also managed to bring Sula between our bodies at some point. It was amazing; Sula kissed me and endured the tight body sandwich. Babette was the master of the situation. She flopped my aroused penis out, lifted Sula’s bottom and I was already united with my partner for the first time. The experienced girlfriend still gave her some rhythm and stroked her with many words of praise, then nature sought its real target.

Sula moved more, her bottom lifted higher, showing her loins’ strength. Suddenly my rider moved her hips in circles, paused for a moment, felt my arousal with her inner muscles to continue the lovemaking like mad. It was abundantly clear; Mother Nature was guiding my inexperienced partner. Everything was so instinctively right, the way she stimulated me, the way she used her body. I enjoyed it as if in a dream as she led me to intoxicating effusion. Sula flinched, stopped every movement, wanted to rise, to detach herself from me, but I held her tight. At first horrified with wide-open eyes, then smiling shyly, finally beaming with happiness, my partner looked at me.

“That was great, Su. You have great temperament, love in your blood, so to speak,” I praised her. Our lips met only briefly, then she escaped my arms, but held our union.

“Keep going, Su, you haven’t been all the way up yet,” Babette stimulated her friend and stroked her love node. Both of us struggled for her first orgasm, but even the three of us couldn’t make it. However, we had achieved one thing, the foundation stone for further steps together was laid.

We sat together for a long time, chatting about what we had experienced and about the future. I took every opportunity to caress Su, to flatter her, which was no mean feat with her shapely body, but she remained restless. She looked worriedly between her thighs, where traces of our love juices were showing. Babette simply dabbed her with the bath towel, but that did not relieve her friend. The unfamiliar feeling inside her made Su shiver. She shook herself, her body showing obvious discomfort at the unfamiliar situation.

Babette laughed at her friend. “That’s part of it. Nature has arranged it that way. You’d better enjoy it, that’s how you came to be too.” She kissed Sula on the lips.

Our helper in the matter of lovemaking was also hot from the experience but didn’t want to take anything away from her friend. Sula denied any further need, so Babette leaned on two armchairs and stretched out her bottom towards me. “Please Michael, we should show Sula how a real orgasm goes.” Of course, I accepted her offer, but had to smile. For the first time it was obvious that Babette could be selfish too.

Due to our previous actions and her wild self-stimulation, she was quick to the point. I made faces at Sula so as not to come too quickly, but the girl watched spellbound. Moans and gasps filled the cinema hall. As short screams indicated my playmate’s absolute climax, I gave it my all, and my very best flowed into my assistant. It took us both time to catch our breath, to bring ourselves back down. Sula wanted that now too, but we had to laugh.

“Michael is not a machine. After such an effort, a man first needs his rest.” Babette stroked her friend and the three of us squatted on the double bench and caressed each other.

Later, when I led Sula into my bathroom only lightly dressed, Babette followed as a matter of course. We played together for a while, but actually we had to go to bed, tomorrow was school. Sula snuggled against my back again; Babette stayed too and lay in my arms with her back to me. Without any disturbance, the three of us slept until 6 a.m., that is, until my mobile phone alarm clock rang.

Babette immediately felt my hard part on her bottom, but I didn’t allow her to touch it for long. Nevertheless, it was amazing how my body was constantly aroused. Either I was still getting some kind of powder or it was the situation in our valley that stimulated us all, but especially me. Actually, I was sure Luisa had understood and had stopped her well-intentioned additions to the meal. Accordingly, the extraordinary conditions in our paradise had to be responsible. I didn’t think of the obvious, it was rather the young ladies in my bed that stimulated my feelings. But I had also never in my life spent time in bed with two women just sleeping.

After the English and mathematics lessons in the morning, I dealt with the law of levers in physics today, at least as far as I remembered the actual mechanics. Calculating forces or lever lengths was something I wanted to do on Wednesday; today it was the principle and practical exercises. It was amazing how many examples the girls found from their little practice here in the valley, after they had received two impressive demos in the garden. Everyone understood especially the different variations of using the spade and the lifting device for plant roots in no time.

I was pleased to see how quickly the girls’ grasped facts and also retained them in the long term. I was sure that this was due to the lack of constant stimuli from the media and television. With us, it was not important who was on which place in the charts with which song, who had just slept with whom or which fashion the modern woman absolutely had to wear from autumn. In addition, everyone’s position in the team was solidified; no one had to struggle for social recognition with any activities. Everyone was treated equally and felt especially comfortable in the circle of their friends. We were not conflict-free, but the few arguments that did occur were also absolutely necessary for the social competence of each individual.

Satisfied, I sat down on a box while the girls tried out a see saw they had created themselves to see how many people would be able to sit on it if it was long enough levers could be lifted by a single woman. Although almost all of them were pregnant, in some things the child in the young woman came through. Smiling, I broke off the new shenanigans. “On Wednesday we will calculate how long the lever has to be for one woman to dig out all the others.” Of course, Kira groaned again, she didn’t like calculating at all, although she had always been able to solve all the math tasks after a short time, but most of the others looked interested.

Since sport no longer played a big role in the leisure time, but many girls liked to practice juggling with the football and scoring goals despite being pregnant, I had time for Sula. Again, I quickly noticed it was difficult for her to let me have her body. So, I didn’t push her, but allowed Su to satisfy her interest in my sexual organs. When she tried to replicate Babette’s oral activity of yesterday, I cried out. Her teeth had left an aching mark on my glans. “Oh, Sula, please be more careful. Sex means love with the highest feelings, but preferably no pain or hurt.”

Of course, she apologised almost continuously, but the game was over for today. Then she suggested that I should bite her where she had the most feeling. Typical Sula, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, so to speak. Celebrating, I set about my ‘revenge’, which of course I didn’t intend. But in this way, I managed to visit Sula there with my mouth, where she had previously resisted. It took some time for her to understand that I did not want to inflict pain on her, but to give her pleasure. The fear of the expected pain was released from the tense body, she surrendered, but I did not manage to lead her to where actually all the other girls had liked to linger before, to the phase of full pleasure. Sula was used to fighting, fighting back, not surrendering, and enjoying. How had Babette managed it, I asked myself.

There was a good atmosphere for dinner. The meal was wonderfully prepared, macaroni with extremely tasty meat sauce. This was very rare because we only had a few small packages of the pasta left. Perhaps not everyone knew it, but the meat sauce was made from three grilled guinea pigs. We could hardly help ourselves from the number of rodents. They multiplied immensely. Olivia always collected the brats after slaughtering the dainty animals, cleaned them of fat and slaughter residues and tanned them with the addition of a certain tree bark and then in a smoker under Alonso’s guidance. It did not smell very pleasant during processing, but the skins made very warm jackets or waistcoats when well sewn. This work had previously been too costly for the locals, who had enough wool and alpaca hair for their clothes, but Olivia wanted to give each young woman a warm jacket.

The great thing was how smart the jackets looked. The first two jackets Olivia showed me recently. They were for Priya for her birthday and for her dear Esther. What’s more, the jackets could be worn two-sided, with the fur on the inside when it was cold, and otherwise the fur, which shimmered in several colours, on the outside as decoration. There were no buttons, but Olivia, together with her grandmother, had sewn on several leather ribbons with which the jacket could be fastened with a knot and a bow.

Olivia had developed a close friendship with her ‘midwife’ since the birth of her Michael and was infinitely grateful for her support even after the birth. Esther also helped her learn English. Writing and grammar were particularly difficult for our Peruvian. On the other hand, with Priya’s help, she had no major problems in math and science, as far as we were able to teach at all.

The morning of the third day of the somewhat complicated partnership with my younger assistant was very busy for me while the girls had school. Why had people waited so long to report their damage to me? Three taps were dripping quite badly, in the saloon, sewage was pelting out of both sinks, two ceiling lights were not burning and one socket was totally charred. Even the door to Alonso’s house he had not been able to reattach himself. That was unusual, since Babette and Priya asked every week if anything needed fixing. Besides, Miguel would have been able to at least fix the loose door and close the sewage pipes.

My feeling was not wrong. Carmen came on the scene. She awkwardly translated Miguel’s speech. Actually, it was just a lot of jerking around. I didn’t know yet where they wanted to take me.

“Carmen, please without a lot of rambling. There’s a reason why almost everyone has gathered here in the saloon.”