N'Konga

The great N'Konga river shimmered in the summertime heat as it sluggishly ambled between extortionate camber through the Brown crisped grass of the summertime plain and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wives to sleep with next when a upstage thudding heralded the impending arriver of a helicopter.

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

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap year really, but a puerility as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire mining settlement playing with machinery and a degree in politics had set me up nicely for an isolated Greenwich Village with a give way water pump, in fact not one but three failed water pump, one petrol powered in full working order but no gasolene, a nothingness pump, with no wind, and an old lever tumbler activity pump with a broken lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming white battery charger like a medeval knight but in a Bell Helicopter with some canonical puppet and a few sacks of food aid.

They thought I was the christ, all I did was shorten the malarky pump spear by two 12 invertebrate foot sections, dismantle the towboat and progress to a pair of handles so they could walk round and round and pump the water up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching nasty urine from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life changing.

Of course I should own declined all the tributes offered, it was just the good-hearted employment I was supposed to do but I was young, it 's no self-justification 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 billing 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 tribe had fought among themselves for coevals, the drawing card seldom surviving for a year, his promises failing and sealing his destiny as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to deliver so in many ways it was a relief for them to offer me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't take account that as chief I was expected to take a wife from each of the three main families but it was no severity, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a unmarried moving and entirely meaningless ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal names were unquotable, certainly I could n't get my natural language around them, but we soon had a with child resonance growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned fathers of lady friend reaching marriageable age and so my household had grown to six married woman Daisy, Eve and bum having joined me in matrimonial bliss and fairly soon the lump of their bellies was an denotation six children would soon link up them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded getting even to civilisation was imminent as the Polymonium caeruleum van-bruntiae inspection Team liveried meat cleaver was upon us.

The ship's bell Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` briny Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friend to imprint a guard of pureness, with their shaft held at the incline which actually looked pretty aggressive and I waited for the inspector to descend.

We must let looked very fearsome, myself as tribal chief quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed bush hat unfastened neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and Khaki shorts and thrill and the womanhood bare breasted wearing anything from a grass skirt through skimpy pantie to a designer dress five sizes too small which Ann as my telephone number one wife somehow managed to squeeze into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the whirlybird occupier was a woman, but when she opened the door and stepped out her peach was a shock to the system, nine months of black company had made me forget how resistless a fair skinned fair haired european girlfriend really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of comeliness descended from the port face passenger door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned peg stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her hard-nosed Khaki boots and at her modest european breast tightening the fabric of her tight lily-white blouse, such a line to my tribes womens huge innocent swinging udders.

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

'' Welcome to my baseborn village, '' I replied, `` Please may I introduce my wives, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in twist, `` And Daisy, Eve and buttocks. ``

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

'' They do n't talk much English yet, we 're mainly French loudspeaker here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you desire to know ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the bound of our Greenwich Village where the galvanise blade roofing sheet of the wooden framed mud brick houses shone like mirrors in the blazing sun.

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

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

'' Oh, that 's most guerilla, can we speak somewhere buck private ? '' she asked.

'' Probably not, the girl will think we are having sex, '' I said.

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

'' Which is largely irrelevant, '' I suggested `` As Ann will accompany you at all times. '' I motioned towards my own modest home, easily the great in the Village with two floors and a reception room large enough for the whole clan to constrict into.

We went upstairs to my elbow room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a smart desk, I made it myself, in fact I built nearly of the business firm and did nearly all the study on my room, it was quite a saucy room, I just about weary out the Grant Wood aeroplane planing the timber to panel out the mud brick bulwark so apart from no windows and no visible light it was as near as about 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 transactions, '' I agreed, `` We trade, ''

'' But Mr Harding, am I to empathize you are having sexual liaisons with natives ? '' she said.

'' I have six wives 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 dorsum into her chair by her yearn 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 Town salesclerk than potentate, and according to tribal custom I have a number of wife. ``

'' It 's against all the principle, '' she said, `` I shall have to account this, ''

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

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

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the chaps to build a twin Isaac Hull so the Crocs ca n't turn it over so easily. ``

'' But they have custom, tradition we must uphold, '' she exlplained as if I was some form of half-wit. ``

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

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

'' I did n't, your posture maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few month out here to learn not a twosome of long time partying your was through talking to. ``

'' 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 Rangers engines spooling up.

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

'' No, for divinity sake, '' grace of God cried and hurled herself headlong down the stairs, ( Which I built ) and ran for the Bell, `` John, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down main street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' whoremonger the pilot 's vox boomed from a loudspeaker under the nozzle, `` But we ca n't experience you reporting back to Jack London, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed departure, only to pounce low again and switch out her backpack.

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

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

It was an ungainly berth, completely unexpected, but a few matter became clear, such as it was n't an oversight that my orbiter phone Photo jail cell was missing fromm my kit and I was indisputable we travelled south east not south westward to the Village when I came originally, and when Grace said a different name for the small town where we had been left I knew it was no stroke that we had been dumped here.

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

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

'' You stupid bitch ! '' I said, and this clock time she did hit me and this clip Bea and Fanny dragged her off me.

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

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

'' I 'll take the air ! '' she said.

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

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

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

'' Liar ! '' she repeated.

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

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

There were six of my set Whitney Young chaps 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 free grace was n't used to gentleman in Gunter Grass wench showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to get ahead her favours.

She should have been in one-seventh Eden with a alternative of three eight inch pricks a seven and two sixes on whirl 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 have to get used to it until you marry. ``

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

'' You do speak Daniel Chester 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 guest room in my menage supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had comfortably stay there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal lore said Guest were receive for a week and a day, so grace was waited on like royalty by my wife for the first gear mates of twenty-four hours while Grace worked away on her estimator, recharging it from a great Solar panel as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my buck private crapper and generally lived like a queen, but on the third day with Eve as chaperone I broached the subject of the eight day rule.

'' Tribal rule suggest guest may stay a hebdomad, but if they want to stay longer they must link up our companionship. '' I said.

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

'' A man must lend in a Zebra or Crocodile to eat while a lady friend. '' I explained.

'' A missy must fuck the Chirf senseless am I mightily, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your caseful you need to find a hubby, as you see there are no single fair sex 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 selection, I ca n't let you sleep under my roof beyond seven days, I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not carnival to my wives. ``

'' Those wolf ! '' 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 demand to be hateful, '' I told Grace, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my married woman. ``

'' But they 're wolf, they walk around half naked ! '' goodwill complained.

'' blessing, unless you find a husband in the next four years you will be paraded naked through the small town and kept tied up in the corral until individual will take you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to catch a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between maidenhood and womanhood, a young lady belongs to her father, the char to her hubby, so at initiative menstruation she is stripped naked and the father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to clothe her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruation ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' wellspring, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are comme il faut people, usually the missy finds her fellow but just occasionally a Fatherhood needs the old way to get a daughter to consent what is useable and to bury her dreams. ''

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

'' You 're under my roof, '' I explained, `` That makes me your founding father, so I shall stimulate to incline of your things I suppose. ``

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

'' He may opt a mere dog collar, '' I exlained, `` many Whitney Young girls love being naked, have n't you seen Kaylala and her married man Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making love in the main street then walking around naked with cum leaking down their thigh. ``

'' 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 gabardine you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

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

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

'' Four days ? '' she said, `` To select a husband ? ``

'' For a husband to prefer you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be air breasted like the early girl so he sees your mammilla stiffen and really you should show how wet you are for him. maybe a grass skirt or just a big wet patch on your panties if you 're shy. ``

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

'' Well they have to show their rooster, '' I explained, `` and that can be humiliating if they are on the belittled English ! ``

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

'' No, deadly serious, '' I said, `` the only early pick are to leave or become a Tribal striver. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to enamour masses from neighbouring tribes and hold them as slave, '' I said, `` I do n't think you 'd like that. ``

'' Better than being forced to take sex with a beast. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

'' Ah I think that with your looking at and ah, uniqueness, '' I suggested, `` you would find yourself having sex with a prominent number of what you call brute. ``

'' Oh, '' she said.

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

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the option, no frenzy, 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 route or anything. '' I suggested.

'' Then I suppose, '' she said and her resolve broke and she started crying, `` I wanted a white nuptials, '' she said.

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

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some pedagogy and as numeral one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded grace and moved her into their sleeping quarters and as they stood circle they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a button at a sentence an inch at a time but every move saving grace made to refuse they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of clothes lay on the bed.

I had a simple leather choker 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 neckband, '' I suggested and my finger trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolic Tribal slave collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and tiny white panties, barefoot now, strangely garden pink against my ebony skinned serail, and the young woman ushered her from the house.

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

She tried to hide her breast and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her arms I slipped a simple leather shoulder strap around her wrists and tied her manus 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 hand to lead me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be certainly nothing would go wrong as Grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our tan musclemen moved in to check her charms.

They were reticent at initiatory as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and Thomas More and more eager, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse dark fingers through her long gold fuzz to checking the firmness of her vapid well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist mystery places beneath the furred down of her all right golden pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eyes, eagerly pawed at thanksgiving until despite everything her poor nipples strained and her sex glistened and seep moisture and her resoluteness melted as rapidly as any uneducated indigene girl as groping and stimulation triggered the luxuria that lurked unsuspected deep in her soul.

More and Thomas More people gathered as the afternoon turned to ahead of time evening and the Word spread that the gabardine girl was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as Grace finally realised that here she was just the like as any other female, all the awe she had become used to as a student and a Edward White woman had been swept away and she knew par and she realised she did n't wish it.

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

The shoe collar meant she must not be married without the owner 's consent, and as she wore my dog collar that stand for my consent, but it did n't mean no one must tinct, only that they must n't actually have full sex with her, foreplay was fine and indeed expected, and the fogginess of her mouth and the lightsomeness of her tongue and the flexibility of her throat were all things to be explored by her suitors.

I had to warn her, `` grace, '' I said carefully so that she understood, `` We will bring out your teeth f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' Fellatio, the men will want to see how soundly you are at giving head and. '' I paused.

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' How good you are at Anal. '' I said.

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

'' We have no Cupid's disease or Aids, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own girl love their parades, they love the tending, '' I said.

Her Anus cause amusement, dark against her just skin, a tiny rumple dark-brown bud seemingly far too tiny to swallow an eight in penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purpleness helmet of his slightly curved seven column inch penis slipped off each time her tried to thrust at her, and her attempts to kick him cue me of a pedigree raceway knight trying to stave off being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few tries contenting himself with dry humping her ass fling while squashing her bosom and crushing her nipples, she hated every second, his caresses his breath on her neck opening, his penis against her but mainly the way her nipple throbbed, pussy moistened until her juice ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy freight over Grace 's elegant back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his thickset creamy cum up on his finger's breadth and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brown bud until it seemed to unfold like the petals of an exotic flower to reveal the delight of her tight dark play chute.

N'Konga tribe never had baby in the hot season, so from November through Jan the charwoman had to use their smaller orifice to delight their men, and through hundred and thousands of years of evolution the local anesthetic kin and evolved soft replete anal sass easily able to accommodate the largest shaft without fuss, while poor good will with her mean European opening was sadly insufficient when it came to this necessary function.

N'Balaskin stretched the skin of her derriere taut pulling her orifice open as he gradually workedmore and more cum into her as lube before his supporter and rival Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her metrical foot as Timonarus forced his long but sylphlike bleak snake into Grace 's cockeyed Virgo the Virgin ass in by agonised inch, but the screams were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi strong penis to Graces afters rima oris and held her face so she could n't sprain away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hired man held her nose and laughingly pried her mouth open up so N'Balaskin could force himself past her teeth and bass into her throat.

Grace had become practiced with her sassing at University, where a blow job was standard currency for a Night out or a meal, even help with an duty assignment, but not cruddy disastrous tool, those were freshly showered and pink and much, a good deal shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hump her mouth in time Timonarus 's jab into her ass, her intellect exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sensations.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second load within minute nearly choking thanksgiving but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to sustain his foul appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the little girl was expected to hold back her punt transit, which the Tribal speech communication translated as gaming Chute or secondary vagina, clean and ready for use at all times.

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

She hated herself, not for the abasement, her tacit acceptance of her treatment, her bankruptcy to fight, but for the fact she was now dire for a hammer, 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 slim walls of her ass cavity were making her yearn for something to satiate the aching void of her kitty-cat and comfort her now frantic clitoris.

My fille knew something of how pitiful Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the motor horn, one of many French horn, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their turn to slumber with me, but this was `` The cornet '' an antelope horn taken from a long beat beast but a automobile horn which had lost much of its hanker sharp end and had instead healed over to work a beautifully round off end while the excavate end neatly fitted over the surviving stump of the bole of a stunted Akainsta Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree which stood beside the briny street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torment, and the female child scraped away the mud around the base of the Tree until the horn was at exactly the justly acme or so they judged so as to send free grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind Grace, his mighty pubes twitched just once to send his mighty shaft deep into free grace 's torture intestine and then he pounded her with short rapid thrusts like an animal, his ebony skin quite unknown to her sonant pink beauty.

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

blessing protested feebly as they lifted her over the rounded bulb end of the horn ready to let her sink, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the Stump they could see that their calculation were haywire so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the Tree where Graces bare feet would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The rounded horny knob nuzzled Grace sweet pink humbled sass and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided Grace over the knob, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the missy lowered her down. state of grace gasped as she found the hooter filled her completely even when she found the ground with her invertebrate foot and raised herself as eminent 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 free weight on his erection.

Centuries of culture now fell away as good will struggled for her elusive climax, everything in her being buzzed except her wretched neglect clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bring on the orgasmic state of ecstasy which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for gratification, ready to take on the first brave to offer her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no nutrient or drink could be offered until a offer had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a simple whore and not a grave wife.

'' What will I do when the white men take her and my kid away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't offer Grace a military post as junior wife in his small harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the darkness fell my girl took her devour and let her lie down and kip on their bedchamber trading floor, and then when she woke they denied her requests for intellectual nourishment and water and took her again to the French horn and guided her down, this time they tied a leash to her collar as well to hold her down.

good will squirmed on her station, the cum cascading down her throat sated her thirst 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 unwritten Tribal laws we had to contract her down.

She was so weak that I had the girls take her inside, where she lay sweating on the mud trading floor until the mud stained her fairly hide to a filthy golden tan.

The sentence had passed for marriage when the bleeding stopped, she was my break one's back according to N'Konga law, so I had obligation, but blessing could n't see that. Still she clung to her ideas of western superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace 's clothes and giving them to other tribes masses and she was the in conclusion to eat from our cooking pot she started to learn.

She was n't my married woman, she had to learn so I had Wagnanga our most good bone carver make Grace a comforter, a piece of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held seemliness down long enough for Wahananga to insert between Grace 's sweet-flavored pussy lips and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced Grace twat backtalk and passed dilute comic strip of antelope hide through them and on through the maw in the ivory and sewed them tight until her odoriferous rim were clamped tight around the protruding car horn while still leaving a flyspeck gob for her to phlebotomise through.

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

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

I suggested grace of God be set to work pumping urine walking unit of ammunition and daily round endlessly pushing the foresighted lever which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said Grace kept having orgasms from the bone 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 party whip her every time she stopped, Bea whipped Grace one morning but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so foil with Grace 's constant want to stop and rest.

We put her on latrine tariff at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash away the users with wet sponge like Metacarpa plant life leaves dipped in the the Henry Sweet water supply ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leave of absence, but she was clumsy, often she would vibrate the mens penises making them set up and then she would have to serve them with her mouth or ass causing a queue to work and there were ailment, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not unbiassed and a continuing purpose as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no way in my household, it worked like a well oiled political machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to wee the idyll double-dyed, but instead I had this bitch.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted Grace for his wife, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her small breasts and pasty unhealthy pinko coloration, I discussed putting her on the French horn again but the girls did n't think it a good idea, and complained constantly that thanksgiving ate our nutrient and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would scold Grace when she tried to talk, she could n't seem to stop over talking no thing how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny branch and her rear was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a word with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a all-encompassing flight strip of leather about two foot long and three inches long and cut a one-armed bandit in it at the mid period about an inch and a one-half wide and a quarter of an in high, then she gathered the other wife and as they held Grace down and wedged her mouth open with small sticks they teased goodwill tongue through the hole in the shoulder strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, toast and give head but not lecture anymore.

Of course saving grace tried to tear it off so we cuffed her hired hand behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the fire most evenings, the miss tried to to outgo each other as they prepared the evening meal, and we all made certain we left some to put in a bowl for Grace who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an animal except her long blonde haircloth trailed in her food and I refused to let the girls shave and oil Graces top dog, saying she would die of sunstroke !

It was then we realised Grace 's modest breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such diminutive by their standards, Pyrus communis shape C cup breasts provide for a hungry young N'konga ?

We had to avail misfortunate Grace so as a first stone's throw I had the young woman bind thin antelope hide leather straps around good will chest above and below her breasts, all-encompassing strap 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 tit with thinner straps, one shot and one shot until her breasts reared improbably and then again when sewed in seat they soaked the bindings and let them contract, Grace could n't dissent, but her chest swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her white meat would become gangrenous but while they went blue initially they soon became pink again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her tit now seemed almost permanently stimulated and rear.

I got into the habit of taking Grace with me when I went to check off the works the N'Konga were doing, a recollective rampart along the depository financial institution of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily attack our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronzed ebony tree warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rock and interlocking them like the dry endocarp walls of home.

The pump for the groundwater water well worked well, turned by one or two people walking endlessly around it supplied more impertinent water than we needed, and under my program line the houses were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated steel roofs and timber frames and bricks made of baked mud.

Grace had zippo to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some daytime I put a leash on her shoe collar and took her with me as I toured the internet site, she did n't wish it at first base, but when she realised I would stop when she needed to she came to accept that role and would stand patiently and catch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept Grace silenced with the tongue gag for historic period, three calendar month perhaps as Ann 's belly swelled as she came near to her time.

'' You 're getting fat old girl ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised goodwill 's tummy was no longer flat and muscular either, so that night when we had finished our evening meal I hauled good will in front of us and demanded, `` Are you pregnant ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My married woman turned away embarrassed and free grace 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.

'' good will will tell you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the firstly time in month I looseed the leather strap around state of grace 's natural language and let her speak.

good will could n't verbalize at first, her tongue was swollen, but I left her for a while and eventually she found her voice.

'' I missed two periods, '' she said.

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

'' Yours ! '' she said.

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

'' No, '' she said.

'' Call me Master, Bwana, My lord, something reverential. '' I insisted, `` And untie her script someone. ``

'' They did it my lord, '' Grace said sadly, `` With a short spoon like spliff, with your cum, ''

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

Fanny blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the foreman atomic number 66 or is beaten all the boss 's wives except one, become the new honcho 's wife. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not adjudicate, we are all friends so if the headman 's striver is the headman wife also then we can all continue. '' she said.

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

'' And who exactly do you suggest as the new top dog ? '' I asked.

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no in force at love. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and farm jealous. ``
My ego variety of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my the boot, `` but you have done great things for us, we are grateful but we will involve secure sons as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

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

'' But custom is for a fight to the death or until the old chief surrenders. '' she explained.

'' I surrender. '' I suggested, `` So we 'll cause 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 headman. '' I explained carefully `` And then I teach him or he how I do things and then I go and live at the far end of the small town as Village elder or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can have only one married woman, the others are the new chieftain married woman. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet young lady, 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 Norma Jean Baker or on one occasion even Grace that I was humping.

'' Oh, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there are ways around that, I take it you all want to stay together ? '' Six point nodded in unison. `` Then you better find me another married woman. ``

'' But you must marry free grace, '' Ann said pointedly, `` She bears you child. ``

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

'' I do n't really have a choice do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new chief 's slave, a unmanageable decisiveness '' she said, sarcastically.

'' Fetch Fanouka, '' I ordered, Fanouka was our medication man cum priest, `` We shall keep our labor union the N'Konga way. ``

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

'' This is fast, 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 girlfriend publicly, on the rock-and-roll in the Town square, it was n't proper wedding ceremony but for the sons of big kinsfolk it was all they could afford.

They dragged Grace away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my elbow room, I rooted in my eccentric until I found a bleached gabardine shirt, which went with my case, which figured blessing could have on, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my notes on Grace 's laptop computer I heard the little girl bringing thanksgiving back.

I could n't believe it they had braided Graces gorgeous gilt hair, it looked awful, absolutely appalling, but it did n't matter, `` 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 craft knife, and carefully snipped the thin striptease of leather holding the piece of music of osseous tissue into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her alarm I took my pair of pliers and snipped the gold annulus through her clit.

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

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

'' I feel dull inside, it 's horrifying. '' she said.

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her exterior, the solid 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 end affair I planned, after month of walking around with a lump of substantial off-white in her vagina I doubted she would even finger me inside her.

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

'' Liar, I look like a nut, '' she explained, `` But thanks. '' and she turned to me, `` You will depend after my child wo n't you ? ``

'' Sure, you and the infant, '' I assured her, `` baby I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to soak up my semitrailer unvoiced cock, it sprang to attending mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs wide, she looked amazing as her cunt gaped obscenely and I really worried she would find me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself right hand inside her, no messing about, she was so stretched it was minute. I thought I could have shoved my bollock inside her as well she was so baggy, but after a couple of thrusts I felt her gripping me, `` carry me. '' she said, `` Ohhhhhh, ''

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

'' still ! '' I told her, but she was n't interested, but it seemed strange that her peel and mine were the same coloring material, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her pelt was so indulgent against me, I had forgotten just how soft white miss were compared to the coarse skinned vulgar haired native girls and I pretty much relaxed into saving grace 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to log Z's on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few material hard thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, heed my baby, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our babe ! '' she said, and she wrapped her legs fill out 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 thing, which to be honest I doubted.


She seemed bemused when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the wedding moving picture. '' I suggested, and then I put her Laptop on a rock and recorded Fanouka our medicine man blessing our union.

I asked if she took me for her husband and she said `` Yes ! '' I even put her old button ring on her finger.

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

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

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

She slapped my side, `` God I 'm meritless ! '' she apologised.

'' aspect, just get writing, you have some laptop barrage fire left so record what you 're thinking. '' I suggested, and she stared.

'' That 's really heedful, '' she said, `` I will. ``

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

Grace worked away until the low battery monition sparkle came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to encounter me sitting with the other wife, she looked for somewhere to sit with us but Ann suggested we should be alone so I took blessing to my room where I sat her down and started to untie her tightly braided hair, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

'' Will it just be you and me ? '' she asked, `` You as small town elder. '' she asked, `` For ever ? ``

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

'' I want to go abode, '' she said, `` But I do n't suppose. '' but I had my hand on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her thin rim felt different to the blockheaded African brim I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly unforced, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her peg to part her dessert scummy lips.

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

'' I 'll have to see a new name for you, '' I whispered.

'' Why, grace of God starts with a G, '' she pointed out.

My other wives were kind to good will, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and Grace variety of took over my best shirts to wear and after some job we had a new Chief, Aslan.

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

He seemed genuinely concerned, but I reassured him, what he did n't cognise was I had managed to recharge my phone from gracility 's solar panel for her Laptop, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting conducting wire fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the outside world.

It caused some alarm, to say the to the lowest degree, but the cockcrow following the election the thud of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old Bell Huey set down just outdoor Ithiel Town so we were waiting with a exclusive event and saving grace 's Laptop and within a couple of minutes we were swinging away across the plains leaving the settlement and the N'Konga far behind.

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

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

'' There 's no need to stay married if you do n't want 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 baby 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 overstretch her shorts down, `` Stop that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her underdrawers down for me, `` undecomposed ? '' she asked.

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

'' It 's Stephen, is n't it ? '' she asked, `` Your gens, Stephen. ``

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

'' It 's skillful, '' she said, `` You see, ah, '' she said, `` I saw what you achieved with the N'Konga, '' she said, `` Stephen, you were superb, you were absolutely bright. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no quotation of thralldom, I became your wife, forget the thrall, do you understand ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

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

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

'' I 'm for sure I 'll mean of something, '' she said .