**Day Rest**
I was still sitting in my office shocked to the bones after watching the recording. Kamari is also in
danger was my first thought and I contacted her straight away by SMS. ‘We have to talk, it is urgent!’
We arranged to meet tomorrow before church.
I picked her up like last time and we drove to our secluded hideout. “You must watch this video, I
recorded it yesterday afternoon when I was at the rugby match. I think you are in danger since they
also talked about you.”
While she was watching the video, I observed many emotional outbreaks in her face. She seemed
shocked and speechless throughout watching the recording. In the end, she started screaming, “I
know these two bitches, these devious snakes, and backbiters! Especially this imposter Ntabi, she
comes to the shop nearly every day asking me all the time with her slimy voice how I am doing and
tells me how much she respects me. Ohhhh this blood-sucking parasite, I will teach her a lesson she
will never forget! That is a promise from the bottom of my guts…” Kamari was swearing for a long
time.
“Please slow down Kamari, we must keep a cool head now. We have the proof, and we know what they
are up to. They will act extremely emotional but unpredictable.” Kamari agreed and tried to slow down
her emotions.
“Can we go to your Sangoma together, to show her the video and ask her for advice? They also want to
see their Sangoma tomorrow, we must be prepared for their revenge. A Sangoma is like a lawyer in
our culture, the one with the better Sangoma turns out to be the winner. I believe she has turned our
luck for the better after you visited her this week. Don’t you think so?”
I was not keen on visiting the Sangoma together with Kamari, especially after my first treatment
experience, but since she promised that all Sangoma / Client details have to be kept a secret I began
to evaluate the pros and cons of her suggestion. I remembered that my Sangoma was very interested
in winning the case against Queenies Sangoma. Now I began to understand Kamari’s comparison with
lawyers.
“Okay I think you are right, let us arrange a meeting with the Sangoma together. She wanted me to
report back to her anyway next week,” I agreed and continued.
“When do you have to be home again today? There is a private ‘Day Rest House’ not far from here. I
would be very keen on injecting you with my love juice. Do you have just two hours more, please?” I
pleaded Kamari.
“Hmmm” she thought and replied, “you want to be my garden boy today?”
“Don’t put your hopes too high, but I will promise to pamper you from head to toe,” I replied.
“Okay that sounds fair, let us go, two hours is the maximum otherwise I might get into trouble at
home.
By the way, did you know that my husband works as a gardener right now?” she hinted at me.
The Day Rest was a small African hut similar to the place where we spent our first night together. The
double bed occupied half of the room, there was a kettle for coffee and tea, and in the corner stood a
bucket with a lid. “What do you think of this place Kamari?” I asked her.
“Cool, it brings back memories. I start undressing straight away, time is limited!”
Within seconds Kamari was undressed, lying on the mattress with bedroom eyes. I followed suit
wasting no time to get undressed and jumped on her. That is what one calls a Quicky. We made very
nice passionate love in different styles until we managed to reach a climax together.
“You are a perfect woman for me, we are made for each other. Within fifteen minutes you have made
me feel that I am the only man in your life and that you are the only woman I want to be in love with,” I
compliment her.
“You are wrong my love, you are not the only man in my life, and you know that, but you are ‘The Man’
in my life. If I could turn back time, I would have married you! That is for sure!”
I was very flattered with her answer and asked her to prepare an afternoon coffee for us. “How do you
like your coffee?” she asked.
“Black and strong like you,” I replied “Okay, I like mine white and sweet like you. Let us enjoy, the
coffee.”
It was a perfect afternoon. We were happy and content. “You have promised to pamper me, is that still
on your mind or what do you want to do with me now?” she asked.
I was thinking shortly to get a good idea. “In Germany ‘to pamper’ also means ‘to blow sugar in the
ass’. Sugar is written with a Z (Zucker) and Ass (Arsch) with an A. Pampering from A to Z. There are still
two sachets of sugar left and in the glass are some straws, that is perfect! Turn around and show me
your ass,” I requested her.
Whenever I am with Kamari we always think about adult games we could play, that is where we both
become creative I took the straw and inserted it deep inside her anus, and started filling the sachets
of sugar into the straw. When the straw was full, I shot the sugar with a strong blow up her chocolate
tunnel. After four shots all the sugar was inside.
“While the sugar sweetens your chocolate tunnel, I want to drink your private reserve champagne,” I
requested.
“I also want yours, let us get together drunk on each other,” Kamari jumped on my suggestion, “I hope
you have enough for me, I need a lot to get drunk from you,” she replied.
I loved Kamari’s spontaneity. We got into the sixty-nine-position drinking each other’s urine until the
last drop. That was another level of our intimate togetherness.
“I love you so much Werner, you are so dirty and intense, but it is also romantic. I feel so much loved
and appreciated when I make love to you. Now, how does the story with the sugar in my ass
continue?” she wants to know.
“That is the next level of intimate exchange. I will take the straw and blow air inside your ass. Then you
push out all the air out and I will inhale it with my nose and mouth. Are you ready for it?”
“No that is egoistic of you. I also want to inhale your anal perfume. I want the pure aroma without
sugar! Give me a straw, I will blow you up until you explode. Let us see who has the stronger lungs,”
she suggested. We were perfect dirty playmates; we could try nearly everything without being afraid
to say what we wanted from each other.
She was right, her lungs were stronger. We blew each other up until our anus muscle become a
bursting high-pressure valve. I stopped blowing first and pulled out the straw. The warm air hit me
into the face like a hair blower and the odor was intense. I enjoyed it since I loved everything, she had
in store for me.
We released the air nearly simultaneously. Our farts were loud and strong and didn’t seem to stop. It
took minutes until our air pressure subsided. The sugar created a sweet liquid which leaked out of her
ass and I licked and sucked every drop I could get.
“Werner you are a dirty, dirty pervert. Shame on you, shame on you. But I love it. I love to play these
dirty games with you. Can you tell me why? Am I also a pervert now when I do these things with you?”
I looked into her questioning eyes and responded. “I love everything from you, everything you have to
offer for me, but I only want it from you, not from someone else.”
“I also want it only from you, I could never imagine I can enjoy this kind of things and togetherness
with anybody else. I guess that we are not perverts, we are just extreme lovers. Promise me you will
never do anything like this with another woman,” Kamari requested”
“I promise you Kamari” and crossed my fingers in front of her. We arrived back at our homes at about
lunchtime.
**Mokete our Feast for the Ancestors**
We left early the next day and managed to see the Sangoma. She was already expecting us when we
entered the hut. “It is very nice to see you back so soon and you brought someone else. Sit down both
of you and tell me what was happening,” she welcomed us.
“It was a very eventful week, but I think it was going quite well on our side,” I replied, and we told her
the whole story.
“Yes, you are right, it sounds like the spirits are guiding us in the right direction. I must consult my
ancestors to get more clarity. I will throw the bones for you,” the Sangoma concluded and started her
rituals of singing, shaking, snipping, clapping, and spitting on the bones, which was done by all three
of us.
“Ahhh ah ah ah, I can see we have won the first round. The Muthi of their bad-spirited Sangoma is
getting weaker and weaker. Now I must make the two of you stronger and motivate our ancestors to
support us even more. You, white man, responded very well to my first treatment, and you have
shown trust and discipline to follow all the instructions I gave you. Now we come to the more painful
part, no more bitter and strange tasting drinks, and food. I will administer my Muthi underneath your
skin. I will do that simultaneously to both of you,” the Sangoma explained.
We both had to lie on our belly with a naked torso, while the Sangoma performed noisy rituals. “I will
make some small incisions with a razor blade on your back to get the herbs under your skin. It will be
painful while the Muthi finds its way into your blood. You must restrain from expressing pain, it will
make the ancestors angry,” she instructed us.
The pain went deep underneath our skin, and we fought very hard to restrain from showing any
verbal nor visible pain, to keep the ancestors satisfied. After a few minutes, the agony subsided, and
we were allowed to get up and dress up again.
“Well done you two, well done, that will work fine for us. In the meantime, I have prepared an herbal
paste for you. You must rub this deep into your private parts, but I am sure you can do that yourself
today in your own time. Remember not to show any pain to upset the ancestors. I am confident you
two can also manage that task,” the Sangoma encouraged us.
“Thirdly you have to organize a ‘Mokete’ (feast) to thank the ancestors for their support. You slaughter
a cow and a sheep for the Mokete and you invite your community for the feast. Let them all be happy
and give everyone enough food and drinks to enjoy the Mokete.
The hide of the sheep is for the house of Kamari and the cowhide is for your house, white man. The
hides will protect you from bad spirits, do you understand?” We nodded in devotion to our Sangoma.
We prepared to exit the medicine hut and thanked the Sangoma for her valued support. “Before you
go, I have another instruction for you. After the Mokete you also bring me a cow, that will be my fee. If
you can’t deliver a cow to me, I will also accept the equivalent in cash. Now go in peace, you are
protected,” she assured us.
After being discharged by the Sangoma, the burning sun and bright weather outside hit us again with
full force and transmuted us from the spiritual world to the real world.
On our way home I suggested stopping over at the ‘Day Rest House’ to administer the herbal paste.
We passed via a bottle store to get some high percentage pain relievers; just in case…
We were lying on the bed reflecting our visit to the Sangoma.
“Werner, I respect your courage to see the Sangoma together with me and I am proud of how you
took the painful treatments. I always thought white people are wimps, but you chanced my prejudice
today and I am proud to have you on my side.
We Africans are used to painful treatments. Even when we go to a medical doctor for injection, we
expect it to be painful because we assume that it must hurt to work properly. Now let us see how you
pass this test. If you will do it without whimpering, you can ask me anything at any time. I will obey
and be yours”, Kamari challenged and encouraged me. She is very resourceful in constantly finding
new adventurous challenges for us and she understands how to motivate me.
“Okay let us get it over with. You can start with me,” I suggested.
Kamari put some paste on her finger and inserted it into my ass. “It is not painful, feels just like
Vaseline. Let me do the same to you,” I replied boldly.
We were lying on the bed and enjoyed our ‘medicine’ from the bottle store. The radio played some
smooth Afro Jazz. She sipped on a glass of ‘Amarula Cream’ and I took a triple Scotch on the Rocks.
After about ten minutes I felt a burning pain inside my abdomen accompanied by stomach cramps.
The cramps became worse and worse. I had terrible bowel movements. It felt like rodents were eating
me from inside. The pain got more. The noise and pain in the stomach increased. I wanted to scream
and cry but forced myself to suppress the urge. I looked into Kamari’s face and saw she was in the
same situation. Silent tears came out of her eyes. I realized she experienced the same agony.
We embraced each other holding us very tight. The noise in our stomach and the cramps became
nearly unbearable, but we tried to endure it together. We were clinging to each other with our legs
and arms. The rodents seemed to have a feeding frenzy in our guts; there was a fierce battle in our
stomachs.
Slowly the pain subsided, and we loosened our embrace a bit. We could look now in the eyes of each
other and saw our partial relief.
Suddenly Kamari jumped up and ran to the bucket just in time to relieve herself from a burst of
diarrhea. The noise and smell were intense. All the hidden sewage sludge from her intestines was
gushing inside the bucket. She looked relieved now.
“Get up! Get up quickly. Now I get the running,” I shouted and took her seat on the bucket. I never had
explosive digestion like this before. It smelled so bad but felt so good after the pressure was gone. My
anus was sore from the heavy gushes of dirt, but I felt relieved, very relieved.
Kamari dressed up quickly rushing out with the bucket to the common toilet and flushed the content
away. She came back to the room smiling and saying, “we are cleansed now, all the rotten dirt from all
hidden corners in our body are out. We are free, we are free at last!”
I sat on the bed and poured us a new generous ‘bottle-store medicine’. “Let us drink to that! Cheers.”
The alcohol loosened us up and we started talking happily about the agony we just experienced.
“It is the perfect time to put the cherry on top now my love,” Kamari exclaimed, “fuck me like there is
no tomorrow. I want to feel you deep inside me, fill my pussy with your love and cum!”
We did exactly that. It was so nice to experience uninhibited lust. Relieved from all the dirt and burden,
we celebrated our most intimate festival of sex and love and rock’n roll. We climaxed together with
gushes of squirt and semen, accompanied by loud orgasmic exclamations. We reached heaven on
earth.
Two weeks later I organized the Mokete and nearly the whole village attended. Queenie found an
excuse to stay away from the celebration. I filed for a divorce and six months on we were also legally
separated from each other.
During this time, I received devastating news from my medical doctor, who diagnosed me with cancer,
which required me to get treated professionally as soon as possible. Since I still have a German
passport, I decided to get it done in my country of birth, where I get a better chance to survive the
disease than here in Southern Africa, relying only on the public health system.
To be continued with the story….One week in Durban
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