Chapter 1 - reaching

Dee had been with her husband on this trip and they'd taken the retentive misstep to Brazil to do a little geographic expedition of the rain forest. Dee and her husband John Lackland were in their late 30s and this was to be a trip of a lifetime. They'd always talked about visiting the rainforest and now their dream had come true.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a long flight and transferee and after some acclimatisation they were make to make the short slip to the woods from the nearest town on the outskirt of the forest proper.

They had taken a short bus ride to the river and to assemble a pre-arranged guide who would take them upriver venturing further into the jungle. They met Pablo at the river and after exchanging pleasantries he explained the route they were to involve for the day. It would be an arduous but within their capableness. The heat, however, and the humidness were something she had factored in and wore reasonable trek pants, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellent, though she was certain it wouldn't be enough.

The boat drive had been uneventful and after various hours the river narrowed with dense flora and trees right up to the river's border. That's when it happened.

All hell broke loose as several pointer whizzed through the air, Pablo and John were hit and the boat, in their panic, capsized and it all went black.

Dee was scared beyond measure about what was to happen to her. Dragged from the riverbank by these ferocious looking tribesmen she had no theme what fortune awaited her. Where were the others, god knows what had happened to them ?

Confused by what was being said to her in a language she didn't understand only compounded her gumption of apprehensiveness. Clearly her arrival, forced or not, had thrown the village into a res publica of tumultuousness. The villagers themselves were unsure of what to do with her and looked on her as a terror of early white masses to occur ?

That was what was going through her creative thinker as she stood blinking in the acute heat and sun in the middle of what looked corresponding very primitive huts in a clearing in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her articulatio radiocarpea into the biggest of the field hut she could see, which led her to call up this must be the tribal leaders'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

Even in her commonwealth of confusedness she had a chance to search at her captors. They were a smaller people than Europeans, shadow skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a small string for the men that somehow they had managed to glom over the foreskin of their penis to keep it in place, but it didn't leave anything to the imagery and their balls were on exhibit. The cleaning woman were equally exposed as a pocket-size G-string that went around their waist also went between their legs accentuating their labia.

Inside the gloomy hut, which was just barely gamy enough to brook in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with several colourful feathers attached to his school principal clearly denoting his luxuriously position. He exchanged words with her ‘ safety device ’, at times animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed measured and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in front of him. What he saw was a blonde woman in her later thirties. She has kept herself largely in soma, not by being a gym bunny rabbit but with a sensitive diet and exercise. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a full-bosomed figure and perky 34b titty, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the chief, but he held his deal up telling her to be placid.

With a clap of his handwriting respective women appeared, and the safety melted into the background. The chief rundle quietly with authority to the charwoman and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could comprehend what was happening, her hand had been tied behind her back with some sorting of vines, so tightly it made it impossible to move them.

"please don't do this"she pleaded but realising they didn't understand, and her protestations would be in vain.

They marched her out of the hut taking her to a bet in the middle of the Village that she did n't remember being there before and tied her firmly to it with her workforce behind her back and the stake holding her firm. They then left her there.

It was getting dark and most of the people had disappeared too. One womanhood reappeared and offered her some liquid to fuddle, which she hoped was water, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did quench her thirst it also had a hypnogogic effect on her, and her anxieties seemed to slip away.

It had gone dark and the women reappeared indicating to Dee to stand up. This she did, struggling seemed a dissipation of energy and futile anyhow. Besides she still felt very mellow from whatever it was they had given her to salute.

She was untied and led back into the chief's hut and taken to two parallel stakes that she also didn't see before. The fair sex stood either side of her and started to undress her. Their nimble fingers quickly understanding how buttons worked. Dee didn't object, she was still a petty woozy from the, what would later deform out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every vestige of her clothing and Dee stood there naked, her nipples erect from the chill in the air. pail of piss were bought out and they began to wash Dee from the dust and grim of her ordeal to date. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the same metre as the women 's hands and digit lingered on her breasts and mamilla. In truth the women were fascinated by this Edward Douglas White Jr. adult female, the first base they had ever seen. They soon moved their tending to between her ramification. Dee gasped as they parted her twat, spreading her lips spacious apart and they dropped to their human knee to bet inside her now sopping hole.

Dee was horrified yet incredibly aroused as their digit probed recondite inside her, the direct contrast of their sullen fingers darting inside her encouraged more of her lubrication - she was hugely sour on.

A sharp pull forwards and she was doubled over with her palms flat on the earth and her ass senior high school in the air, she knew what was coming and the fair sex didn't disappoint. One by one they took round fingering her ass sliding their fingers in her asshole deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her tremor with delight, she could feel an orgasm building. Then just as she was about to go past the point of no return the fingers were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equal standard, she didn't want to give them the gratification of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon proved unseasonable as she saw two of the char dragging a large wooden statue, roughly carved into the soma of a man with a Brobdingnagian phallus.

It has clearly seen lots of use as the phallus was worn smooth and the large bulbous head seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in store for her.

The cleaning lady half-dragged Dee to the statue and motioned her to sit on it. Dee hesitated ; she knew what was expected but that looked so big. They positioned her over the phallus and pushed her down as inch by inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her cervix. She hated to hold it, but it felt good, it was filling her cunt completely and slowly she started to ride it. Faster and faster she fucked herself on this wooden dildo as the charwoman were whooping with pleasure. Dee wasn't going to be denied this clock time and she pushed on as her climax grew and she gave a cry and shuddered down on the penis completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed time to reside and the charwoman took her from the satisfying phallus and led her back to the stakes. This meter they tied her ankles to the stakes which spread her legs wide and had the same effect on her puss lips which spread open too. A small mesa was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the mesa with her ramification and her cunt unresolved wide-cut. The honcho appeared and once again appraised the now naked Dee. He too was aroused by the visual sense of this white woman with her sex on display and his to do with as he pleased.

His cock had been released and was hardening as he looked at her.

Dee cried out to him

"Please don't hurt me, please I'm begging you ..."

The chief clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her stage, his hard-on touching her cunt lips. Oh god he's going to fuck me, thought Dee, please seduce it promptly and then leave me alone.

The boss had other melodic theme, he was going to cook use of this adult female for the rest of the night and slowly he slid his strong prick inside her.

Dee gasped, not so often at the size of it of the tool, but how horny the completely scenario had made her. She should be repulsed and horrified by the situation but strangely she was longing for him to fuck her and this forced bondage had made her drip mold with excitement.

The chief started slowly at initiative, he was fascinated by seeing his cock gripped by the skin of this white woman's sex and how she was lubricating his shaft so that it glistened in the half light of the hut's flaming. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's moan of gratification as she felt his rock-hard turncock fucking her.

She knew she was going to orgasm and was amazed how adept this felt, this old man skilfully fucking her into a mind-blowing climax.

"Oh god don't stop, proceed fucking me you brute, turn over me your sperm ..."

Dee continued with a stream of vulgarism as her sexual climax built to a shattering conclusion and whether by luck or assessment on his part, a stream of sperm hit her cervix with surprising force as the chief loudly proclaimed his sexual climax too.

"Oooh fuck oh roll in the hay"moaned Dee as the chief withdrew his cock from her.

Almost immediately his fingers were prising her pussy lips open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet maw. Her cream mixed with his. A fair sex was beckoned to get hold of the master's berth and she soon had her back talk latched onto Dee's dripping pussy and greedily lapped up this creamy miscellany. The lapping of the spit had the effect of bringing on another sexual climax which felt as sound if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the quietus of the night with the primary piece of ass her and shooting his load inside her and a unlike woman assigned to verbalise obligation. She did wonder at his staying world power that would put many younger men to shame.

Every clip that he had her, she enjoyed it more. She would lie on her back on a chaff mat and open up her legs for him and gasped as his cock slid cryptical inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a recondite sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

She was awoken by one of the women who was thrusting some drinking and food to her. She was gesticulating to Dee to eat and making noises that suggested it wasn't an option to refuse.

She had no idea was she was eating or drinking but she was so hungry and thirsty that she figured whatever it was she should try and nourish herself. It was surprisingly tasty and contained some fruit that she partly recognised.

She also realised that nudeness was her merely option too, her clothes having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the natives themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her night of effort then she was mistaken. The woman, who she realised must be the chief's wife, motioned for her to get up and to follow her. Dee complied and followed her down to the river where it was absolved she was expected to bathe herself. The water supply was stale and yet invigorating and revitalised her nicely. Bathing done, the fair sex, who had been joined by other tribal women, firmly took Dee by the arm and pulled her along with her to a long bench that was outside the hut where she had been fucked solidly.

She was motioned to lie on the workbench on her backbone and no sooner had she done so than her arms and legs were pulled out and to the side and fastened to some wooden supports with some vine. Dee started to resist but again she realised it would be futile.

Dee has always kept her snatch trimmed but it seemed these women, who were devoid of any consistence hair, felt that she should be too. With some liquidity, akin to a Georgia home boy, she was lathered between her legs and with what she assumed to be some sorting of flint stone they started to shave her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the stone was surprisingly sharply as her short pubic whisker came away easily, her knoll bald in no time. The woman then deftly took one of Dee's cunt mouth and extended it so that she could off any hair from there too. This was repeated until the fair sex was satisfied there was no vestige of hair left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the cleaning lady parted her rim broad to inspect her handiwork, feeling the need to slide a duo of fingers into Dee's cunt for a foresightful inspection. Dee moaned as the old woman, tentative at showtime, soon increased her speed and was soon feel fucking her, clearly determined to land her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a climax on the woman's finger. The char looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the other char who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the bench and motioned her to follow them back into the hut. The head was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading gesture with his hands which made his intentions brighten and Dee complied and spread her legs. He was clearly horny for her and his finger parted her now clean-shaven snatch lips and slid a finger inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to put in herself to an exploration of her body.

She reached down and took his cock in her hand, I ‘ m going to enjoy rather than die hard this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her caress his stiff humanness which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his stopcock and stimulate the head of his cock with her thumb and index finger. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the sense of this tweed woman paying this amount of intimate attention to him. As she fondled him his workforce went to her breasts and tweaked her nipples, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

Dee was caught up in the present moment and didn't object when he pushed her onto the level and on her back. Instinctively she opened her pegleg exposing her wet pussy to him, her rim were open air with excitation and prediction. Unlike his previous energetic and rushed fucking before, this prison term he was going to take his time.

As her stage were open and up, he positioned himself on his knees between her his cock ramrod hard and pushing at her open sassing. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his prat and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to be active in time with each other, each thrust causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprise

Dee's life had changed immeasurably in such a unawares space of fourth dimension. It wasn't that her hi-tech life in the city was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted to this unproblematic pace of life. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the simple pleasures of everyday existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the biggest change was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and imbibition had fired her previously sleepy libido into a lambast violent stream. Often her 1st everyday mentation would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a yearning for the chief's shaft inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, legs apart with her puss wet and gear up for him. The chief himself had acquired a liking for a salutary farseeing cock sucking and now often finished himself down Dee 's throat with his digit buried in her cunt.

He had also encouraged Dee riding the wooden statue as a sort of foreplay, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in front of him. He had started to dream up new mind for satiating this impressive white woman.

Today was going to be just such a day ...

It had started like most solar day, a day by day bathe with the village women in the river. Many had grown used to the sight of the naked white-hot cleaning lady, but the senior woman still enjoyed some nigh contact with Dee though a little more surreptitious of late. Her fingers would dig into between Dees legs under water and usually ended with her fingers knuckle deep in her twat. Dee enjoyed this too so did zilch to discourage her, besides it was a lovely warmly up to the master event of the day.

After her bathing the womanhood started talking excitedly amongst themselves and kept glancing at Dee and giggling, clearly there was something about to bechance. They beckoned Dee to follow them and they walked into the jungle away from the Greenwich Village until they came to another small clearing that Dee hadn't seen before.

In the substance of the clearing was a pen that contained a wild pig and when she looked again Dee saw that it was a male with big balls between its legs.

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to make me observe them slaughter it. Dee couldn't abide brute inhuman treatment of any sort and the cerebration of what was going to happen filled her with disgust.

Two of the womanhood went into the pen and insisted that Dee follow them. Once inside the pen the women held an arm each and started tapping Dee's legs until she parted them. That was clearly a sign to the pig, who, grunting and snuffling made his way over to Dee. Before she realised what was going on, the pig had his rostrum between her leg and was snuffling at her cunt.

He was smelling her musk and deciding whether it liked what it smelt. Clearly it id as its snuffling became more intense and Dee could feel his beak pushing and probing her lips and she realised she was wet and her cunt was parting.

Oh god what is happening to me, she thought to herself. Not only have I been enjoying this first-rate sexual life-style, but now I'm getting turned on by a pig. She moaned quietly at the attention her puss was enjoying, when some men arrived with a low table on wooden leg and they put it in the heart of the pen. She also noticed that the tribal chief himself was there too, but he stood outside the pen and just watched.

When the table was placed the men came and restrained the pig and the women insisted that Dee get under the tabular array on all fours - it did take one of the women to demonstrate before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee demarcation for Dee or more importantly the position where this scrumptious sex musk was coming from and briefly continued nuzzling her wet slit lips again.

One of the women then picked up the grunter'front legs and put them on the table, so it supported its free weight. The Dee felt a urging at her backside and realised it was the pigs cock looking for an opening. The woman felt under the pig and took its cock in her bridge player and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet snatch. Then she felt it….it wasn't a battering ram but rather a corkscrew effect. The cock screwing around and back as it delved further into her bitch. She had never felt anything like it but oh god it felt wonderful. The pig was enjoying it too as he grunted ever louder in what seemed like grunt of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprisal didn't stopover there though. As she felt the pig pump ample amount of money of cum inside her, she could feel her cervix being probed energetically and then its shaft pushed inside it and gushed what seemed like pints of cum in her womb.

She let out a thigh-slapper of pain and pleasure, pain at the hook issue of the pig stopcock opening her uterine cervix, but pleasure at the touch of this warm cum spurting cryptical inside her than she'd ever experienced in her life.

The pig then stopped the probing of her neck and Dee could feel it slip out of her little by little. She was sorry to think it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she wrongfulness. She had the most intense sexual experience of her sprightliness to date and that was saying something considering these last few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her hole, she realised she was incredibly entire of pig cum and she could feel it erupt from her pussy with some force. The onlookers had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the boss had been proud of his white woman and incredibly turned on to watch her get fucked by the pig.

He couldn't contain himself any longer and as Dee was still on all fours, he knelt behind her and thrust his rock 'n' roll unvoiced cock into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to roll in the hay being his nookie slave and his cock worked its magic on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

Where was her life going and what was instore for her ?

This ends the news report to date…shall it carry on ? Let me know what you thought with any feedback you may have .