N'Konga

The peachy N'Konga river shimmered in the summer heat energy as it sluggishly ambled between absorb money box through the brownness crisped grass of the summer plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six married woman to catch some Z's with next when a distant thudding heralded the at hand arrival of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but doubtlessly unwelcome, a sword of Damacles hanging over my little idyll as I ruled over my own village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and women and a huge number of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap class really, but a childhood as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire mining village playing with machinery and a degree in Politics had set me up nicely for an isolated village with a failed water pump, in fact not one but three failed weewee pump, one petrol powered in full working order but no petrol, a malarkey heart, with no wind, and an old lever action pump with a broken lever tumbler, and along I come, not on a gleaming white charger like a medeval knight but in a bell Helicopter with some basic shaft and a few carrier bag of solid food aid.

They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was cut the malarky heart shaft of light by two XII hoof it sections, dismantle the tower and pee-pee a dyad of handles so they could take the air cycle and round and pump the water up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching cruddy piss from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was aliveness changing.

Of course I should have declined all the testimonial offered, it was just the Charitable work I was supposed to do but I was young, it 's no excuse but it 's my excuse, and I was only supposed to be there a hebdomad but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re complaint my satellite phone when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the best of it in an area Aids had yet to reach.

The N'Konga clan had fought among themselves for genesis, the leader seldom surviving for a yr, his promises failing and sealing his fate as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to deliver so in many ways it was a rilievo for them to offer me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't value that as chief I was expected to take a married woman from each of the three chief menage but it was no hardship, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a single moving and entirely meaningless ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal figure were unrepeatable, certainly I could n't get my tongue around them, but we soon had a great rapport growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by early concerned fathers of miss reaching nubile age and so my house had grown to six wives Daisy, Eve and female genitalia having joined me in matrimonial bliss and fairly soon the swelling of their bellies was an indication six children would soon unite them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded return to civilisation was at hand as the Charity inspection squad liveried chopper was upon us.

The Bell Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friends to form a sentry go of honour, with their spears held at the slope which actually looked pretty strong-growing and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must give looked very fearsome, myself as chieftain quite darkly tanned in my across-the-board brimmed bush hat loose neck shirt and trunks, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and Khaki trunks and boots and the women bare breasted wearing anything from a grass doll through lean step-in to a intriguer frock five sizing too small which Ann as my bit one married woman somehow managed to squeeze into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupant was a woman, but when she opened the threshold and stepped out her beauty was a shock to the system of rules, nine calendar month of black ship's company had made me draw a blank how irresistible a average skin fair haired european girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of loveliness descended from the port face rider door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned legs stretching from her sloshed Khaki shorts to her hard-nosed Khaki kick and at her pocket-size european breasts tightening the textile of her tight egg white blouse, such a contrast to my folk womens huge free swinging udders.

'' Mr Harding, '' she queried as I stepped forward, `` I 'm Grace tattle, from UniChar SA ? '' she announced, `` I think your inspection is somewhat overdue. ``

'' Welcome to my low village, '' I replied, `` Please may I introduce my married woman, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in turn, `` And Daisy, Eve and rear end. ``

'' hullo, '' she said, `` I 'm Grace, Grace Telling ''

'' They do n't verbalise a good deal English yet, we 're mainly French people Speaker here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to eff ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the edge of our village where the galvanize blade roofing sheets of the wooden framed mud brick houses shone like mirrors in the blaze sun.

'' Where the boss is for one matter, '' she said.

'' He stood down, I 'm chief now. '' I explained.

'' Oh, that 's most irregular, can we utter somewhere secret ? '' she asked.

'' Probably not, the girls will consider we are having sex, '' I said.

'' Mr Warren Gamaliel Harding, '' she said frostily, her blue eyes somehow icily severe, `` I can assure you that having sex with you is something I would rather die than contemplate. ``

'' Which is largely irrelevant, '' I suggested `` As Ann will come with you at all times. '' I motioned towards my own humble home, easily the expectant in the Village with two floors and a reception room expectant enough for the totally tribe to squeeze into.

We went upstairs to my room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a smart desk, I made it myself, in fact I built almost of the house and did nearly all the study on my room, it was quite a smart room, I just about wore out the wood plane planing the woodland to venire out the mud brick walls so apart from no windowpane and no spark it was as well as nearly garden sheds `` Do you have the accounts ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden chair I had made and Ann stood behind her.

'' Sure ! '' I agreed and handed it to her.

'' There 's no entries. '' she said.

'' No dealings, '' I agreed, `` We trade, ''

'' But Mr Warren Gamaliel Harding, am I to understand you are having intimate contact with natives ? '' she said.

'' I have six married woman yes, '' I agreed

'' You 're an animal ! '' she snapped, and reached forward as if to light upon me, but Ann was too quick for her and dragged her back into her president by her long blonde hair.

'' Aw, what was that for ? '' she asked.

'' Being rude to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am main, more like townsfolk Clerk than potentate, and according to tribal tradition I have a routine of married woman. ``

'' It 's against all the pattern, '' she said, `` I shall stimulate to report this, ''

'' You do what you have to, you did n't fall to generate me a lift back then ? '' I asked.

'' No, we heard reputation of a big native canoe being seen on the N'Konga river. '' she said.

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the chaps to build a match hull so the Crocs ca n't work it over so easy. ``

'' But they have traditions, traditions we must maintain, '' she exlplained as if I was some variety of changeling. ``

'' And being Croc food is one of those ! '' I queried, `` No you do n't have a clue, degree in Sociology and. ``

'' How did you know ? '' she asked.

'' I did n't, your attitude maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few calendar month out here to learn not a couplet of years partying your was through speech. ``

'' And you are an expert ? '' she asked.

'' I did Politics, me '' I said, `` Mind you my dad taught me how to use a screwdriver, and that 's far more useful. ``

She scowled disapprovingly at me, and then she looked up, `` What 's that, '' she said as we heard the Jet fire warden engines spooling up.

'' Sounds like he wants to leave, '' I suggested, and as the thudding increased I realised he was actually leaving.

'' No, for god sake, '' free grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the step, ( Which I built ) and ran for the Bell, `` John, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down primary street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' John the Evangelist the archetype 's voice boomed from a speaker system under the nozzle, `` But we ca n't deliver you reporting back to London, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed departure, only to swoop up low again and throw out her backpack.

'' Get on the tuner ! '' seemliness squealed.

'' What Radio ? '' I replied, `` Why do you guess I 've been stuck here so long. ``

It was an ill-chosen situation, completely unexpected, but a few things became unmortgaged, such as it was n't an inadvertence that my orbiter phone pic cell was missing fromm my kit and I was sure we travelled south eastward not south Cicily Isabel Fairfield to the Village when I came originally, and when Grace said a dissimilar epithet for the Village where we had been left I knew it was no accident that we had been dumped here.

'' They 've been selling provision, '' she said, `` Having affairs with. '' she stopped, `` Just like you ! ``

'' And you let them know you knew ? '' I asked. she nodded.

'' You stunned cunt ! '' I said, and this time she did hit me and this fourth dimension Bea and fanny dragged her off me.

'' They 'll fall looking for me ! '' Grace exclaimed hopefully.

'' Well not if he tells them you were dropped off miles away and abducted by natives. '' I pointed out, '' but hey life 's not so bad. ``

'' I 'll walk ! '' she said.

'' Where ? '' I asked, `` I do n't know the way out, there 's rapids ten miles south so we ca n't get downstream in a sauceboat easily, there 's shallows and a three way fork in the river to the magnetic north, it 's not easy. ``

'' You know exactly ! '' she snapped, `` Liar ! ``

'' No I do n't and do n't be so aweless, I 'm chief remember, be a bit deferent, just fake it ok. ''

'' Liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't deliver to listen to this, '' I told her, `` You want to walk, you walk. '' and I just turned away and went back to my house.

I had been sitting down for ten proceedings when I heard Grace shouting, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my fittest young fissure surrounding Grace trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a culture shock, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscles rippled from rowing and digging, and they had n't realised that Grace was n't used to valet in pot skirts showing their fully engorged privates in a bid to gain her favours.

She should sustain been in seventh Heaven with a alternative of three eight inch pricks a seven and two sestet on offering but she was too stupid to be flattered. `` Harding ! '' I corrected her, `` what is it ? ``

'' They exposed themselves, '' she said.

'' It 's their way of asking you out, '' I said, `` You 'll hold to get used to it until you marry. ``

'' They want to, Oh ! '' she said as she realised I was unconcerned.

'' You do speak French, '' I asked.

'' Un Per, '' she said unconvincingly.

'' Then say thank you, but, '' I suggested.

'' But what ? '' she asked.

'' That you 're only here for a day or two. '' I suggested. `` We have a client room in my house supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had substantially stay there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the elbow room,

Tribal lore said guests were welcome for a week and a day, so Grace was waited on like royalty by my married woman for the 1st twain of days while Grace worked away on her calculator, recharging it from a neat Solar instrument panel as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my individual privy and generally lived like a queen, but on the tierce day with Eve as chaperon I broached the matter of the eight day rule.

'' Tribal rules suggest Guest may stay a week, but if they want to remain longer they must join our company. '' I said.

'' right hand ? and what does that involve ? '' she asked.

'' A man must make for in a Zebra or Crocodile to eat while a girl. '' I explained.

'' A girl must fuck the Chirf senseless am I right on, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your case you need to happen a husband, as you see there are no one adult female of child bearing age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

'' Then you must leave. '' I said, `` But there is nowhere to go to. ``

'' I not prostituting myself, I 'd rather die. ``

'' That is the option, I ca n't let you sleep under my ceiling beyond seven days, I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not fair to my wives. ``

'' Those savages ! '' she snapped, Eve knew enough English to be hurt.

'' Eve, '' I called and had her sit on my lap, `` Je t'aime, '' I said and I cupped her swelling belly and kissed her, `` Ce soir, Oui ? ``

'' Yes Tonight, '' she said, `` Apres Daisy. ``

'' There 's no need to be mean, '' I told blessing, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wife. ``

'' But they 're beast, they walk around one-half defenseless ! '' grace of God complained.

'' Grace, unless you find a married man in the next four days you will be paraded bare through the village and kept tied up in the corral until soul will fill you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local anaesthetic female child has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to catch a Zebra or Croc. ``

'' Do n't be dullard. '' she said.

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and muliebrity, a missy belongs to her don, the woman to her husband, so at beginning menstruation she is stripped defenseless and the father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to clothe her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruation ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' fountainhead, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are nice people, usually the girl finds her buster but just occasionally a Father needs the old way to get a girl to take what is available and to bury her dreaming. ''

'' And you 'll let them do that to me. '' she asked nervously.

'' You 're under my ceiling, '' I explained, `` That makes me your father, so I shall let to put away of your things I suppose. ``

'' So how will my husband clothe me ? '' she challenged.

'' He may choose a simple collar, '' I exlained, `` many young miss love being naked, have n't you seen Kaylala and her husband Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making love in the briny street then walking around defenseless with cum leaking down their thighs. ``

'' Oh god, '' she said, `` You 're joking right ? ``

'' And I bet you believe in equality, '' I snarled, `` except when it comes to you, you think because you 're E. B. White you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

'' I want to come across the right man and have a white wedding ceremony. '' she said firmly.

'' Stanford White wedding, I rest my case. '' I joked, I should n't have joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four day ? '' she said, `` To choose a married man ? ``

'' For a husband to opt you as a married woman, '' I explained, `` he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be bare breasted like the early daughter so he sees your nipples stiffen and really you should bear witness how wet you are for him. maybe a grass skirt or just a big wet patch on your step-in if you 're shy. ``

'' For immortal sake that 's disgusting, '' she said.

'' Well they have to show their dick, '' I explained, `` and that can be humiliating if they are on the small side ! ``

'' You are joking ? '' she said `` Surely ? ``

'' No, deadly life-threatening, '' I said, `` the only former options are to leave behind or turn a Tribal slave. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to enchant people from neighbouring kindred and keep them as slaves, '' I said, `` I do n't opine you 'd like that. ``

'' Better than being forced to possess sex with a savage. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

'' Ah I think that with your feeling and ah, uniqueness, '' I suggested, `` you would see yourself having sex with a large number of what you call wolf. ``

'' Oh, '' she said.

'' Yes, '' I said, `` What will you do ? do a parade and see if you get any offers ? ``

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the option, no craze, just calm contemplation.

'' You really think we 're stuck here ? '' she said quietly.

'' Oh yes, I 've walked all day and not seen any hint of a road or anything. '' I suggested.

'' Then I suppose, '' she said and her firmness broke and she started crying, `` I wanted a white-hot wedding party, '' she said.

'' Then do a parade, the fille will prepare you, '' I said as I saw my wives hovering jealously in the background.

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some instructions and as number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded Grace and moved her into their sleeping quarters and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a button at a time an column inch at a time but every movement Grace made to hold out they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of clothes lay on the bed.

I had a simple leather neckband and when I judged the time right I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't further if you wear my arrest, '' I suggested and my fingerbreadth trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolic Tribal slave collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and bantam white panties, barefoot now, strangely pink against my jet black skinned harem, and the fille ushered her from the house.

'' My god, it 's like being a indigene, '' she gasped, `` Oh hell. '' but it was only when she was fully out in the street that I symbolically undid her bra catch and pulled down her panties that she lost it and screamed `` Noooo ''

She tried to enshroud her boob and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her weaponry I slipped a simple leather shoulder strap around her wrists and tied her helping hand behind her back which cured that problem, and as we we stood back and looked she looked magnificent, I knew I was swelling but it was a shock when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my mitt to run me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be surely nil would go wrong as thanksgiving realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed musclemen moved in to crack her charms.

They were reticent at first as if afraid to touch on, but then they became bolder and More and more aegir, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse wickedness digit through her long favourable hair to checking the firmness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist undercover places beneath the furred down of her fine golden pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eye, eagerly pawed at gracility until despite everything her poor nipples strained and her sex glistened and oozed moisture and her resolve melted as rapidly as any uneducated aboriginal girl as groping and stimulant triggered the lust that lurked unsuspected deep in her psyche.

more than and more mass gathered as the afternoon turned to early even and the Holy Scripture cattle ranch that the Theodore Harold White missy was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as Grace finally realised that here she was just the Saame as any former female, all the veneration she had become used to as a educatee and a flannel woman had been swept away and she knew equality and she realised she did n't care it.

I had n't dared discourage her of the Tribal customs, because I had to be seen to handle he fairly as if she were just another stray plain female who had joined our niggling residential district, rather than as something special, but she was about to find out.

The catch meant she must not be married without the possessor 's consent, and as she wore my apprehension that meant my consent, but it did n't have in mind no one must touch, only that they must n't actually own broad sex with her, foreplay was fine and indeed expected, and the unfitness of her mouth and the agility of her natural language and the flexibility of her throat were all thing to be explored by her suitors.

I had to admonish her, `` Grace, '' I said carefully so that she understood, `` We will wear out your teeth f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' Fellatio, the men will want to see how good you are at giving read/write head and. '' I paused.

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' How in effect you are at Anal. '' I said.

'' No way ! '' she wailed, but she had run out of choice as business firm dark skinned hands gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

'' We have no STDs or assist, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own girlfriend love their parades, they love the care, '' I said.

Her Anus cause entertainment, dark against her fair skin, a tiny puckered Robert Brown bud seemingly far too tiny to bury an eight inch penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch member slipped off each sentence her tried to thrust at her, and her endeavour to recoil him cue me of a purebred wash horse trying to nullify being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few tries contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack cocaine while squashing her breasts and crushing her teat, she hated every second, his caresses his breather on her neck, his penis against her but mainly the way her nipple throbbed, slit moistened until her juices ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy payload over Grace 's elegant back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his duncish creamy cum up on his finger and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brownish bud until it seemed to unfold like the flower petal of an alien flower to reveal the pleasure of her soused dark play chute.

N'Konga tribe never had babies in the hot season, so from Nov through Jan the char had to use their smaller orifice to delight their men, and through one C and thousand of years of phylogenesis the local kin and evolved soft full moon anal lips easily able-bodied to conciliate the largest peter without fuss, while poor Grace with her mean European porta was sadly lacking when it came to this necessary function.

N'Balaskin stretched the skin of her buttocks taut pulling her orifice capable as he gradually workedmore and more cum into her as lubricant before his supporter and challenger Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a hyena and lashed out with her foot as Timonarus forced his long but svelte grim snake into free grace 's tight virgin ass inch by agonised inch, but the shrieking were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard penis to seemliness confection mouth and held her cheeks so she could n't turn away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hands held her nose and laughingly pried her mouth open so N'Balaskin could wedge himself past her teeth and deep into her throat.

state of grace had become expert with her rima oris at University, where a blow job was monetary standard up-to-dateness for a night out or a repast, even serve with an assignment, but not filthy black stopcock, those were freshly showered and rap and much, a great deal shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hump her mouth in time Timonarus 's thrusts into her ass, her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated whizz.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a indorsement load within minute nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his cruddy member cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the girl was expected to hold on her back passage, which the Tribal language translated as Play Chute or lower-ranking vagina, cleanse and ready for use at all times.

Grace nearly passed out as she dutifully cleaned Timonarus 's cock and she completely missed the fact that Matumosaba had taken Timonarus 's post at her anus, that is until her drove quickly and easily within her now softly yielding ass pussy.

She hated herself, not for the humiliation, her understood acceptance of her discussion, her loser to fight, but for the fact she was now dire for a putz, she did n't often have sex, and when she did it was often with a girlfriend or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the mens rapidly pistoning cocks sent to her vagina through the thin wall of her ass cavity were making her yearn for something to fill the aching emptiness of her pussy and comfort her now unrestrained clitoris.

My girls knew something of how pitiful Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to get the motor horn, one of many horns, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their tour to slumber with me, but this was `` The Horn '' an antelope horn taken from a recollective deadened brute but a horn which had lost much of its long acute end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully rounded end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving stump of the trunk of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torturing, and the lady friend scraped away the mud around the Qaeda of the tree until the motor horn was at exactly the right meridian or so they judged so as to air Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind Grace, his powerful loins twitched just once to send his mighty tool deep into Grace 's tortured bowels and then he pounded her with short rapid thrusts like an animal, his soot black skin quite alien to her soft garden pink beauty.

grace of God meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's penis, licking even around his balls as he shafted her throat as his hard-on expanded once Thomas More, and thats when Ann took charge, ordering the men away and sa they withdrew so my little girl surrounded Grace again and led her to the tree.

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the rounded bulb end of the horn ready to let her pass, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the dais they could see that their calculation were faulty so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around root word of the Tree where free grace bare feet would go, until the incandescent lamp of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The rounded horny thickening nuzzled gracility Henry Sweet pink frown sassing and Daisy gently pated them withe her finger and guided seemliness over the knob, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the girls lowered her down feather. Grace gasped as she found the hooter filled her completely even when she found the land with her animal foot and raised herself as high-pitched as she could, the horn still filled and the only relief cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight on his erection.

Centuries of civilization now fell away as grace struggled for her tough orgasm, everything in her being buzzed except her poor neglected clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bring on the orgasmic state of ecstasy which she craved and now she stood like a rag doe antelope desperate for expiation, ready to go for the kickoff brave to offer her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no food for thought or drink could be offered until a offering had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a simple whore and not a dangerous wife.

'' What will I do when the white men consider her and my children away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't put up Grace a post as junior married woman in his modest harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the darkness fell my girls took her down and let her lie down and sleep on their sleeping room floor, and then when she woke they denied her requests for food and piss and took her again to the cornet and guided her John L. H. Down, this time they tied a trio to her choker as well to have got her down.

Grace squirmed on her postal service, the cum cascading down her throat sated her hungriness but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely worried but it was just her period and as laid down in the spontaneous Tribal legal philosophy we had to take her down.

She was so weak that I had the girls take her inside, where she lay sweating on the mud floor until the mud stained her honest hide to a lousy aureate tan.

The time had passed for married couple when the haemorrhage stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had obligation, but blessing could n't see that. Still she clung to her ideas of western sandwich superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace 's clothes and giving them to other tribes people and she was the stopping point to eat from our cooking pot she started to learn.

She was n't my married woman, she had to hear so I had Wagnanga our most skillful pearl sculpturer make Grace a baby's dummy, a man of femoris from an Elephant perhaps that the fille held thanksgiving down long enough for Wahananga to insert between grace 's sweet-flavored pussy lip and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced free grace twat sassing and passed thin strips of antelope skin through them and on through the holes in the bone and sewed them tight until her sweet lips were clamped tight around the protruding saddle horn while still leaving a midget hole for her to bleed through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace 's clitoris with a pearl phonograph needle and attached first a Au ring and then a medallion to hang from her clit.

She stared at me, `` Why '' she asked again but I turned away and asked Ann to explain grace 's new status to her.

I suggested grace of God be set to work pumping water walking one shot and unit of ammunition endlessly pushing the prospicient lever which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said gracility kept having orgasms from the off-white inside her vagina and the medallion on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from years of faineance at university, so I had someone whip her every time she stopped, Bea whipped free grace one break of day but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so foiled with Grace 's unvarying needs to stop and rest.

We put her on latrine obligation at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash the users with wet sponge like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the sweet piss ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was clumsy, often she would tickle the mens penises making them erect and then she would have to serve them with her oral cavity or ass causing a queue to form and there were complaints, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not indifferent and a continuing role as my striver was not something I had planned for, there was no room in my household, it worked like a wellspring oiled simple machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to make the Idyll utter, but instead I had this gripe.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted goodwill for his married woman, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her diminished breasts and pastelike unhealthy pink colouration, I discussed putting her on the automobile horn again but the daughter did n't think it a good approximation, and complained constantly that Grace ate our intellectual nourishment and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would chew up blessing when she tried to spill, she could n't seem to stop over talking no matter how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny limb and her back was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide comic strip of leather about two feet long and three in long and cut a slot in it at the mid point about an inch and a half astray and a one-fourth of an inch high, then she gathered the former wife and as they held Grace down and wedged her mouth undefendable with small peg they teased Graces spit through the hole in the strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, drink and give head but not talk anymore.

Of path blessing tried to deplumate it off so we cuffed her hands behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the flack most evenings, the girl tried to to outmatch each other as they prepared the evening repast, and we all made sure we left some to put in a bowl for Grace who by now was reduced to eating our remnant like an animal except her long blonde whisker trailed in her food for thought and I refused to let the girls shave and oil Graces head, saying she would die of sunstroke !

It was then we realised thanksgiving 's modest breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such petite by their touchstone, pear shape C cup breast provide for a hungry young N'konga ?

We had to aid poor blessing so as a first step I had the daughter bind thin antelope hide leather straps around Graces chest above and below her breasts, all-inclusive straps which they sewed in place and then soaked with well water and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the next day they bound her boob with thinner shoulder strap, round of drinks and bout until her knocker reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them declaration, Grace could n't protest, but her breasts swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her breasts would go gangrenous but while they went blue devil initially they soon became pinkish again and seemed to increase in sizing, certainly her nipples now seemed almost permanently stimulated and erect.

I got into the substance abuse of taking grace with me when I went to look into the whole kit and caboodle the N'Konga were doing, a long wall along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily attack our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronzed sable warriors extended the roadblock simply by using the John Rock and interlocking them like the dry endocarp walls of home.

The pump for the groundwater piss well worked well, turned by one or two people walking endlessly around it supplied more reinvigorated piss than we needed, and under my teaching the family were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated steel roofs and forest frames and bricks made of baked mud.

Grace had zilch to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some Clarence Day I put a leash on her collar and took her with me as I toured the website, she did n't like it at first of all, but when she realised I would block up when she needed to she came to admit that role and would resist patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept Grace silenced with the natural language gag for eld, three month perhaps as Ann 's belly swelled as she came near to her time.

'' You 're getting fat old miss ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised Grace 's stomach was no foresighted flat and mesomorphic either, so that night when we had finished our evening meal I hauled Grace in front of us and demanded, `` Are you fraught ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My wife turned away embarrassed and grace of God nodded at me.

'' Do n't lie, who did it ? '' I asked.

She stared at me, she knew she was supposed to look down and never at me her passe-partout, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

'' Monsieur, '' Bea declared, `` C'est vrai, ''

I listened, `` What ? '' I asked.

'' Grace will tell you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the first sentence in months I looseed the leather strap around goodwill 's tongue and let her speak.

free grace could n't speak at first, her knife was swollen, but I left her for a patch and eventually she found her voice.

'' I missed two full point, '' she said.

'' Whose is it ? '' I asked, `` The truth now. ``

'' Yours ! '' she said.

'' Grace, you know very well I have never touched you. '' I challenged.

'' No, '' she said.

'' holler me Master, Bwana, My lord, something venerating. '' I insisted, `` And undo her bridge player soul. ``

'' They did it my lord, '' Grace said sadly, `` With a trivial spoonful like stick, with your cum, ''

'' Did you ? '' I asked, and six heavily pregnant ebony skinned beaut blushed, `` How and why ? '' I continued.

Fanny blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the chief dysprosium or is beaten all the top dog 's wives except one, become the new top dog 's married woman. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not decide, we are all friends so if the Chief 's hard worker is the head wife also then we can all stay. '' she said.

saving grace added, `` When you fuck them they rush down and use a little joystick to best cum out ot themselves and push it into me. ``

'' And who exactly do you propose as the new head ? '' I asked.

They looked awkward, `` We can not decide. ``

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at beloved. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and grow green-eyed. ``
My ego sort of cave in and lay fatally wounded in my boots, `` but you have done majuscule things for us, we are grateful but we will need strong sons as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

'' Fine, '' I agreed, `` We 'll bear an election. ``

'' But tradition is for a fight to the expiry or until the old principal surrenders. '' she explained.

'' I surrender. '' I suggested, `` So we 'll birth an election. '' they thought I said `` erection, '' which gave me ideas.

'' Erection ? '' she asked.

'' Every N'Konga chooses, and the one who is chosen by most N'Konga is chief. '' I explained carefully `` And then I teach him or he how I do matter and then I go and live at the far end of the Village as hamlet elderberry bush or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the top dog who is defeated can have only one wife, the others are the new Chiefs married woman. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a odoriferous girl, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my eyes when I screwed her and dreamed it was Charlotte Church, or Marilyn Monroe or on one occasion even grace of God that I was humping.

'' Oh, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there are ways around that, I take it you all want to stay on together ? '' Six heads nodded in unison. `` Then you better see me another wife. ``

'' But you must wed Grace, '' Ann said pointedly, `` She bears you child. ``

'' So, Grace, will you marry me ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't really give birth a choice do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new chief 's hard worker, a difficult conclusion '' she said, sarcastically.

'' Fetch Fanouka, '' I ordered, Fanouka was our medicine man cum priest, `` We shall lionise our spousal relationship the N'Konga way. ``

'' But Bwana Harding, we had a nuptials, not the N'Konga union, '' Ann exclaimed.

'' This is quicker, we shall do it before sun down. '' I said, `` I suggest you go and my slave cleaned up. ``

N'Konga union merely meant screwing the miss publicly, on the rock in the township lame, it was n't proper wedding but for the Logos of big families it was all they could afford.

They dragged Grace away to the wellspring in a chorus of giggles and I went to my way, I rooted in my shell until I found a bleached white shirt, which went with my suit, which figured Grace could jade, and then after some sentence relaxing and writing up my bank note on free grace 's Laptop I heard the girls bringing gracility back.

I could n't believe it they had braided gracility gorgeous golden whisker, it looked horrific, absolutely appalling, but it did n't issue, `` The N'Konga are waiting, '' Celia warned.

'' Come here, '' I ordered and I held my hand out to Grace, she came closer and I reached out for my cunning knife, and carefully snipped the thin flight strip of leather holding the piece of bone into her bitch, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her alarm I took my pliers and snipped the gold ring through her clit.

'' Why did you do that ? '' she asked.

'' I need it for your finger. '' I explained.

'' I feel benumb inside, it 's horrible. '' she said.

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the entirely village seemed to have assembled and they cheered and parted to let us through to the Rock.

'' Ok ? '' I asked, she nodded, so I kissed her ear, she shuddered.

'' Be gentle with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the endure affair I planned, after months of walking around with a lump of solid ivory in her vagina I doubted she would even feel me inside her.

'' You 're beautiful, '' I lied.

'' prevaricator, I look like a junky, '' she explained, `` But thanks. '' and she turned to me, `` You will seem after my baby wo n't you ? ``

'' Sure, you and the baby, '' I assured her, `` Babies I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to suck my trucking rig hard hammer, it sprang to attention mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her pegleg wide, she looked amazing as her cunt gaped obscenely and I really worried she would feel me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself right inside her, no messing about, she was so stretched it was instant. I thought I could have shoved my balls inside her as well she was so muddy, but after a duo of thrusts I felt her gripping me, `` Hold me. '' she said, `` Ohhhhhh, ''

She lied convincingly, `` Oh, you 're so big ! '' she lied, `` And warm. ``

'' Hush ! '' I told her, but she was n't interested, but it seemed strange that her tegument and mine were the Saami colour, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so balmy against me, I had forgotten just how cushy white missy were compared to the coarse skinned coarse haired native girls and I pretty practically relaxed into Grace 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few existent backbreaking thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, bear in mind my child, '' she said, I forgot she was fraught, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her ramification round me `` Our child ! '' she repeated.

She looked quite pretty when she smiled, although I could n't quite see what she had to smile about unless being fucked in public was her matter, which to be honorable I doubted.


She seemed baffled when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the wedding pics. '' I suggested, and then I put her laptop on a rock and recorded Fanouka our medication man blessing our union.

I asked if she took me for her hubby and she said `` Yes ! '' I even put her old clit band on her finger.

She looked confused when I said `` With this anchor ring I thee wed, '' or some such and then it was all over, the gang dispersed. `` For gods sake do something with your hair. '' I ordered.

I led her inside, she seemed somehow calm, `` What now ? '' she asked.

'' Your call, '' I suggested, `` But you 're wife numeral seven for now, '' I warned her, `` So no more taking all comers up the ass. ``

She slapped my face, `` God I 'm dingy ! '' she apologised.

'' face, just get writing, you have some laptop computer battery left so record what you 're thinking. '' I suggested, and she stared.

'' That 's really serious-minded, '' she said, `` I will. ``

'' And do n't veil it from me. ``

Grace worked away until the low battery admonition light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to recover me sitting with the other wife, she looked for somewhere to sit with us but Ann suggested we should be alone so I took Grace to my room where I sat her down and started to untie her tightly braided hair's-breadth, and she just sat and let me goldbrick away.

'' Will it just be you and me ? '' she asked, `` You as Greenwich Village elderberry bush. '' she asked, `` For ever ? ``

'' Why, would you rather be a striver ? '' I asked.

'' I want to go household, '' she said, `` But I do n't suppose. '' but I had my manus on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her thin lips felt dissimilar to the thick African sass I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly will, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her legs to part her gratifying depress lips.

I eased my hitchhike inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my fingers, she gasped softly, her nipples were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the white shirt I had let her adopt, and bent to gently kiss her breasts still a modest C cup perhaps but easy and sweet.

'' I 'll ingest to ascertain a new name for you, '' I whispered.

'' Why, good will starts with a G, '' she pointed out.

My other married woman were kind to saving grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her hairsbreadth but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and Grace sort of took over my best shirts to hold out and after some problem we had a new tribal chief, Aslan.

I took him aside straight after the election, `` The last thing you need is me hanging around so I 'm going to leave you to it old lad. '' In told him.

He seemed genuinely concerned, but I reassured him, what he did n't know was I had managed to recharge my phone from thanksgiving 's solar jury for her laptop, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting wire fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the out of doors world.

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the morning following the election the thud of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old Bell Huey set down just exterior town so we were waiting with a undivided casing and Grace 's laptop computer and within a couple of arcminute we were swinging away across the plain stitch leaving the village and the N'Konga far behind.

'' Miss notification, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the local administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace 's reaction startled me.

'' Mrs Harding, Mr Masanabe, '' she said showing her band, `` We are married. '' it was much much later when they found us a hotel elbow room and we could talk.

'' There 's no need to stay marry if you do n't desire to. '' I suggested.

'' Do n't you want to ? '' she said. Now that was a shock.

'' I did n't think you wanted to, '' I said, `` You want the infant is that it ? ``

'' I want you, '' she said and I thought what the hell, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to pull her short pants down, `` Stop that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her shorts down for me, `` Better ? '' she asked.

She did n't hold back at all, she near ripped my creature right off me and could n't get me inside her degenerate enough, and when I collapsed on top of her sap, she started talking.

'' It 's Sir Leslie Stephen, is n't it ? '' she asked, `` Your name, Sir Leslie Stephen. ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed `` Why. ``

'' It 's nice, '' she said, `` You see, ah, '' she said, `` I saw what you achieved with the N'Konga, '' she said, `` Stephen, you were brainy, you were absolutely brilliant. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

'' You bought democracy to the tribe is just a few weeks, '' she said, `` You 're a genius, and you 're my genius, do you understand ? '' she demanded.

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no acknowledgment of bondage, I became your married woman, block the thraldom, do you sympathize ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

'' And be nice to Mummy, Ok, '' she said `` she 's flying in tomorrow. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

'' I 'm sure I 'll think of something, '' she said .