N'Konga

The great N'Konga river shimmered in the summer heat as it sluggishly ambled between steep camber through the brown crisped Grass of the summer champaign and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wives to slumber with next when a upstage thudding heralded the at hand reaching of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwelcome, a sword of Damacles hanging over my small idyll as I ruled over my own village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and women and a huge phone number 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 Greenwich Village playing with machinery and a degree in political relation had set me up nicely for an quarantined village with a give way water system pump, in fact not one but three failed piddle pumps, one gasoline powered in wax working order but no petrol, a wind ticker, with no wind, and an old lever action heart with a stop lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming Stanford White charger like a medeval knight but in a toll Helicopter with some basic pecker and a few sacks of food aid.

They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was reduce the wind ticker shaft by two twelve foot plane section, disassemble the tug and clear a duad of handles so they could walk rhythm and round and pump the water up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching filthy water from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life story changing.

Of course I should have declined all the protection offered, it was just the benevolent oeuvre I was supposed to do but I was Whitney Moore Young Jr., it 's no apology but it 's my apology, and I was only supposed to be there a week but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re charge my planet phone when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the substantially of it in an area economic aid had yet to reach.

The N'Konga tribe had fought among themselves for propagation, the loss leader seldom surviving for a year, his promise failing and sealing his fate 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 revalue that as chief I was expected to take a wife from each of the three main sept but it was no hard knocks, and indeed it was now almost nine month since I had married them in a I 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 tongue around them, but we soon had a great resonance growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned fathers of girls reaching marriageable age and so my household had grown to six wife Daisy, Eve and Fanny having joined me in matrimonial bliss and fairly soon the swelling of their bellies was an indicant six nipper would soon join them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded replication to civilisation was imminent as the Charity inspection Team liveried meat cleaver was upon us.

The campana Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal acquaintance to forge a guard of honour, with their spears held at the gradient which actually looked pretty aggressive and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must stimulate looked very fearful, myself as honcho quite darkly tanned in my wide of the mark brimmed bush hat open neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm ring for membership and Khaki short pants and boots and the womanhood bare breasted wearing anything from a gage skirt through lean panties to a designer apparel five sizes too diminished which Ann as my number one married woman somehow managed to tweet into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupants was a woman, but when she opened the threshold and stepped out her dish was a shock to the system, nine months of shameful party had made me forget how resistless a fair skinned fair haired european girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this imagination of loveliness descended from the port wine face passenger door.

I stared at her tenacious lightly tanned legs stretching from her stringent Khaki shorts to her hardheaded Khaki boot and at her modest european breasts tightening the fabric of her miserly clean blouse, such a dividing line to my clan womens immense liberal swinging udders.

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

'' Welcome to my mortify Greenwich Village, '' I replied, `` Please may I introduce my married woman, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in turn, `` And Daisy, Eve and stern. ``

'' Hello, '' she said, `` I 'm seemliness, good will notification ''

'' They do n't utter much side yet, we 're mainly French people loudspeaker system here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to know ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the border of our Village where the galvanised steel roofing weather sheet of the wooden framed mud brick household shone like mirrors in the blaze sun.

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

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

'' Oh, that 's most irregular, can we babble somewhere private ? '' she asked.

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

'' Mr Harding, '' she said frostily, her blue eyes somehow icily severe, `` I can see 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 house, easily the enceinte in the Village with two floors and a receipt room big enough for the unhurt federation of tribes 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 most of the house and did nearly all the work on my way, it was quite a impudent room, I just about wore out the woodwind instrument woodworking plane planing the quality to panel out the mud brick walls so apart from no Windows and no visible radiation it was as good as most garden sheds `` Do you cause the accounts ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden hot seat I had made and Ann stood behind her.

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

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

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

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

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

'' You 're an beast ! '' she snapped, and reached forward as if to attain me, but Ann was too quick for her and dragged her back into her chair by her long blond hair.

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

'' Being rude to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am honcho, more like Town shop clerk than dictator, and according to tribal custom I have a phone number of wife. ``

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

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

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

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the gent to ramp up a twin hull so the Crocs ca n't sprain it over so easy. ``

'' But they have traditions, custom we must maintain, '' she exlplained as if I was some kind of moron. ``

'' And being Croc food is one of those ! '' I queried, `` No you do n't give birth a cue, stage in Sociology and. ``

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

'' I did n't, your attitude maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few month out here to discover not a duet of days partying your was through lectures. ``

'' 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 utilitarian. ``

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

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

'' No, for gods sake, '' goodwill cried and hurled herself headlong down the stairs, ( Which I built ) and ran for the Bell, `` trick, hold ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down main street with me following behind her..

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

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

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

It was an sticky situation, completely unexpected, but a few matter became sort out, such as it was n't an oversight that my satellite speech sound picture cell was missing fromm my kit and I was sure as shooting we travelled south east not south west to the Village when I came originally, and when Grace said a different name for the Village where we had been left I knew it was no chance event that we had been dumped here.

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

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

'' You stupid person bitch ! '' I said, and this metre she did hit me and this time Bea and rear end dragged her off me.

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

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

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

'' Where ? '' I asked, `` I do n't sleep together 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 light. ``

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

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

'' liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't receive 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 minute when I heard Grace shouting, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my primed young chaps surrounding Grace trying to score her and she was finding it something of a culture seismic disturbance, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscleman rippled from rowing and dig, and they had n't realised that Grace was n't used to man in grass chick showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to benefit her favours.

She should have been in 7th promised land with a choice of three eight column inch pricks a seven and two sixes on offer 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 house supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had practiced stop there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal lore said guests were welcome for a hebdomad and a day, so Grace was waited on like royal house by my wives for the low gear dyad of sidereal day while Grace worked away on her computer, recharging it from a neat Solar venire as she worked.

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

'' Tribal rules suggest guests may bide a week, but if they want to stay longer they must join our society. '' I said.

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

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

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

'' No '' I explained `` In your face you need to find a husband, as you see there are no ace women of child charge age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

'' Then you must pass on. '' 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 cap beyond seven days, I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not reasonable to my wife. ``

'' Those wildcat ! '' 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 mean, '' I told thanksgiving, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wives. ``

'' But they 're savages, they walk around one-half naked ! '' goodwill complained.

'' Grace, unless you find a husband in the succeeding four Clarence Shepard Day Jr. you will be paraded naked through the village and kept tied up in the corral until someone 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 capture a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and fair sex, a young lady belongs to her father, the adult female to her husband, so at first menstruation she is stripped naked and the forefather 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 decorous masses, usually the girl finds her fellow but just occasionally a father needs the old way to get a girl to take what is available and to block 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 father, so I shall deliver to cast aside of your things I suppose. ``

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

'' He may pick out a simple taking into custody, '' I exlained, `` many immature girls 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 master street then walking around au naturel 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 whiteness you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

'' I want to meet the rightfulness man and have a livid wedding. '' she said firmly.

'' tweed nuptials, I rest my causa. '' I joked, I should n't have joked, it was n't funny.

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

'' For a married man to choose you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will bear to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be bare breasted like the other daughter so he sees your pap stiffen and really you should demonstrate how wet you are for him. maybe a grass skirt or just a big wet patch on your panties if you 're shy. ``

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

'' Well they have to usher their cocks, '' I explained, `` and that can be humiliating if they are on the small side of meat ! ``

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

'' No, deadly grievous, '' I said, `` the only other pick are to leave or get a Tribal slave. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to capture people from neighbouring federation of tribes and proceed them as hard worker, '' I said, `` I do n't think you 'd wish that. ``

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

'' Ah I think that with your facial expression and ah, uniqueness, '' I suggested, `` you would find yourself having sex with a large number of what you call savages. ``

'' 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 choice, no hysterical neurosis, just calm contemplation.

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

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

'' Then I suppose, '' she said and her resolve broke and she started crying, `` I wanted a Patrick White wedding, '' she said.

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

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some command and as number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded grace and moved her into their sleeping tail and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a push button at a prison term an column inch at a time but every motion free grace made to resist they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a mountain of dress lay on the bed.

I had a simpleton leather strangler and when I judged the time mighty I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my apprehension, '' I suggested and my fingers trembled slightly as I buckled the emblematical Tribal striver catch around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and flyspeck white panties, barefoot now, strangely pink against my ebony skinned harem, and the female child ushered her from the house.

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

She tried to hide her boob and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her coat of arms I slipped a unsubdivided leather strap around her wrists and tied her hands 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 contribute me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be sure goose egg would go damage as Grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed muscle moved in to check her charms.

They were reticent at first as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and More and Thomas More eager, from gently stroking her pale peel and running their coarse shadow fingerbreadth through her long golden pilus to checking the resolution of her flat tire well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret places beneath the furred down of her fine golden pubic hair.
state of grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my optic, eagerly pawed at blessing until despite everything her poor nipples strained and her sex glistened and oozed moisture and her resolve melted as rapidly as any uneducated indigene little girl as groping and input triggered the lecherousness that lurked unsuspected deep in her psyche.

More and more than people gathered as the afternoon turned to too soon evening and the countersign spreading that the whiteness female child was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as gracility finally realised that here she was just the Same as any other female, all the awe she had become used to as a pupil and a white cleaning woman had been swept away and she knew equation and she realised she did n't care it.

I had n't dared warn her of the Tribal customs duty, because I had to be seen to care for he fairly as if she were just another stray save female person who had joined our fiddling residential district, rather than as something special, but she was about to happen out.

The dog collar meant she must not be married without the owner 's consent, and as she wore my arrest that think my consent, but it did n't have in mind no one must touch, only that they must n't actually accept full sex with her, foreplay was fine and indeed expected, and the softness of her mouth and the agility of her natural language and the flexibility of her throat were all matter to be explored by her suitors.

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

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' Fellatio, the men will want to see how good 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 selection as firm dark skinned helping hand gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

'' We have no STDs or aid, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own female child love their parades, they love the attention, '' I said.

Her Anus cause amusement, dark against her honest cutis, a tiny ruck up brown bud seemingly far too bantam to bury an eight in penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the empurple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch penis slipped off each fourth dimension her tried to squeeze at her, and her endeavour to kick him reminded me of a thoroughbred race horse trying to avoid being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few tries contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack while squashing her breasts and crushing her tit, she hated every second, his caresses his breathing time on her neck, his penis against her but mainly the way her tit throbbed, pussy moistened until her succus ran uncontrollably and her button cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy load 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 fingerbreadth and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the lilliputian brownness bud until it seemed to open like the petal of an exotic flower to give away the delights of her tight dark play slide.

N'Konga tribe never had sister in the hot season, so from November through January the women had to use their pocket-sized orifice to please their men, and through century and thousands of year of phylogeny the local anesthetic folk and evolved diffuse full anal lips easily able to accommodate the largest cock without fuss, while poor grace of God with her mingy European orifice was sadly insufficient when it came to this essential function.

N'Balaskin stretched the tegument of her arse taut pulling her porta open as he gradually workedmore and to a greater extent cum into her as lubricant before his Friend and rival Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her invertebrate foot as Timonarus forced his long but slim black serpent into Grace 's besotted virgin ass inch by agonised inch, but the screams were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard penis to free grace confection mouth and held her cheeks so she could n't change state away.

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

state of grace had become expert with her mouth at University, where a blow job was standard up-to-dateness for a nighttime out or a meal, even help with an assignment, but not filthy black cocks, those were freshly showered and ping and much, much shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hump her mouth in clip Timonarus 's thrusts into her ass, her head exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sensations.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second load within proceedings nearly choking goodwill but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his filthy appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the girl was expected to hold her dorsum passage, which the Tribal language translated as manoeuvre Chute or secondary vagina, clean and ready for use at all times.

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

She hated herself, not for the humiliation, her silent adoption of her treatment, her nonstarter to scrap, but for the fact she was now desperate for a pecker, she did n't often throw sex, and when she did it was often with a girl or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the manpower rapidly pistoning prick sent to her vagina through the slender walls of her ass enclosed space were making her yearn for something to fill the aching void of her snatch and soothe her now frantic clitoris.

My lady friend knew something of how poor state of grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to bring in the saddle horn, one of many car horn, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their turn to sleep with me, but this was `` The cornet '' an antelope hooter taken from a tenacious numb beast but a horn which had lost much of its long sharp end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully labialise end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving rostrum of the trunk of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torture, and the girls scraped away the mud around the pedestal of the tree until the hooter was at exactly the right summit or so they judged so as to send Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind saving grace, his powerful loin twitched just once to send his mighty shaft deep into Grace 's tortured bowels and then he pounded her with short rapid poke like an fauna, his ebony skin quite alien to her soft pink beauty.

gracility 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 charge, ordering the men away and sa they withdrew so my girls surrounded Grace again and led her to the tree.

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the round down incandescent lamp end of the trump cook to let her fall off, until standing on tip toe the medulla was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the Stump they could see that their figuring were wrong 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 labialize horny pommel nuzzled Graces sweet pink dispirited sass and Daisy gently pated them withe her finger and guided free grace over the knob, grace of God gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a understructure or toe down as the girls lowered her down. seemliness gasped as she found the hooter filled her completely even when she found the ground with her ft and raised herself as senior high as she could, the trump still filled and the only relief cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight on his erection.

100 of refinement now fell away as state of grace struggled for her knotty orgasm, everything in her being bombinate except her hapless neglected clit, the very gun trigger that needed squeezing to institute on the orgasmic state of hug drug which she craved and now she stood like a frustrate doe antelope desperate for atonement, ready to accept the first brave to offer her a station in his house. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no food or drink could be offered until a whirl had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere whore and not a serious wife.

'' What will I do when the clean men assume her and my shaver away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't offer free grace a situation as third-year wife in his small harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first dark, and as the darkness fell my girls took her down and let her lie down and slumber on their bedchamber floor, and then when she woke they denied her asking for food and water and took her again to the Horn and guided her down, this clock time they tied a III to her taking into custody as well to hold her down.

Grace squirmed on her postal service, the cum cascading down her throat sated her thirstiness 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 oral Tribal Pentateuch we had to charter 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 fair pelt to a lousy prosperous tan.

The metre had passed for union when the bleeding stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibility, but goodwill could n't see that. Still she clung to her mind of western sandwich transcendency but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace 's wearing apparel and giving them to former tribes people and she was the last to eat from our cooking pot she started to learn.

She was n't my wife, she had to learn so I had Wagnanga our most skilful bone carver make saving grace a teething ring, a piece of femur from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held good will down long enough for Wahananga to slip in between Grace 's sweetness pussy brim and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced Graces pussy lips and passed thin strips of antelope hide through them and on through the holes in the pearl and sewed them tight until her unfermented lips were clamped tight around the protruding trump while still leaving a midget gob for her to bleed through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace 's clitoris with a bone needle and attached first a gold ring and then a palm to string up from her clit.

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

I suggested saving grace be set to act pumping water walking round and unit of ammunition endlessly pushing the long 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 laurel wreath on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from years of idleness at university, so I had someone 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 disappointed with Grace 's constant needs to stop and rest.

We put her on latrine duty at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash out the exploiter with wet leech like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the Henry Sweet water ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leafage, but she was clumsy, often she would vellicate the mens penises making them raise and then she would have to serve them with her rima oris or ass causing a queue to form and there were ill, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not inert and a continuing persona as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no room in my family, it worked like a well oiled machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to make the Idyll make out, 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 pocket-sized breasts and gummy unhealthful pink 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 Grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the female child would scold Grace when she tried to verbalise, she could n't seem to stop talking no matter how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny branch and her back was in peril of becoming scarred so I had a word with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide of the mark strip of leather about two feet long and three inches long and cut a slot in it at the mid distributor point about an column inch and a half wide and a one-fourth of an column inch high, then she gathered the early married woman and as they held Grace down and wedged her mouthpiece open with small spliff they teased goodwill glossa through the hole in the strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, drink and give head but not speak anymore.

Of course blessing tried to tear it off so we cuffed her bridge player behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the flaming most eve, the girls tried to to outdo each former as they prepared the evening meal, and we all made sure we left some to put in a bowl for grace of God who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an animal except her longsighted blonde hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the girls shave and oil Graces brain, saying she would die of siriasis !

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

We had to help oneself poor blessing so as a inaugural step I had the miss bind thin antelope hide leather straps around Graces chest above and below her breasts, wide of the mark straps which they sewed in shoes and then soaked with well water and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the following day they bound her bosom with dilutant strap, round and round until her boob reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them contract, grace could n't dissent, but her white meat swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

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

I got into the substance abuse of taking gracility with me when I went to check the workplace the N'Konga were doing, a prospicient wall along the bank building 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 stone and interlocking them like the dry stone walls of home.

The pump for the groundwater piss well worked well, turned by one or two masses walking endlessly around it supplied more fresh water than we needed, and under my instruction the houses were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated sword roof and quality frames and bricks made of baked mud.

grace of God had nothing to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some daylight I put a leash on her collar and took her with me as I toured the sites, she did n't wish it at first, but when she realised I would break when she needed to she came to consent that part and would bear patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept Grace silenced with the knife gag for age, three months 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 Grace 's bay window was no longer flat and powerful either, so that night when we had finished our evening meal I hauled goodwill in front of us and demanded, `` Are you pregnant ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My married woman turned away embarrassed and Grace nodded at me.

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

She stared at me, she knew she was supposed to see down and never at me her headmaster, so I swatted her with a arm I had handy.

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

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

'' Grace will recite you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the first metre in calendar month I looseed the leather strap around thanksgiving 's lingua and let her speak.

blessing could n't speak 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 truth now. ``

'' Yours ! '' she said.

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

'' No, '' she said.

'' predict me victor, Bwana, My lord, something reverential. '' I insisted, `` And untie her hands someone. ``

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

'' Did you ? '' I asked, and six heavily meaning sable skinned knockout blushed, `` How and why ? '' I continued.

buttocks blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the chief Dy or is beaten all the chieftain 's married woman except one, become the new foreman 's married woman. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not determine, we are all supporter so if the Chief 's slave is the honcho wife also then we can all stay. '' she said.

grace of God added, `` When you fuck them they rush down and use a piddling peg to outflank cum out ot themselves and drive it into me. ``

'' And who exactly do you advise as the new gaffer ? '' I asked.

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at love. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and grow overjealous. ``
My ego sort of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my boots, `` but you have done gravid affair for us, we are grateful but we will require potent sons as well as clever I, '' Eve continued.

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

'' But tradition is for a fight to the death or until the old chief giving up. '' she explained.

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

'' hard-on ? '' she asked.

'' Every N'Konga chooses, and the one who is chosen by nearly N'Konga is honcho. '' I explained carefully `` And then I teach him or he how I do thing and then I go and live at the far end of the village as Village senior 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 wives. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a perfumed daughter, 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 social occasion even Grace that I was humping.

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

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

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

'' I do n't really get a choice do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new chief 's slave, a difficult determination '' she said, sarcastically.

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

'' But Bwana Harding, we had a wedding, 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 girl publicly, on the rock in the Town second power, it was n't right wedding ceremony but for the sons of big families it was all they could afford.

They dragged Grace away to the well in a refrain of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my case until I found a bleached clean shirt, which went with my suit, which figured gracility could wear, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my line on Grace 's Laptop I heard the girls bringing Grace back.

I could n't think it they had braided Graces gorgeous golden hair, it looked awful, absolutely appalling, but it did n't matter, `` The N'Konga are waiting, '' Celia warned.

'' seminal fluid here, '' I ordered and I held my handwriting out to Grace, she came closer and I reached out for my craft knife, and carefully snipped the thin slip of leather holding the spell of pearl into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her consternation I took my pliers and snipped the amber ring through her clit.

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

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

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

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the all village seemed to ingest 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 hold up matter I planned, after months of walking around with a lout of solid bone in her vagina I doubted she would even feel me inside her.

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

'' liar, I look like a freak, '' she explained, `` But thanks. '' and she turned to me, `` You will see 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 short pants and started to lactate my trucking rig hard cock, it sprang to care mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs astray, she looked amazing as her slit 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 exigent. I thought I could have shoved my chunk inside her as well she was so sloppy, but after a twosome of thrusts I felt her gripping me, `` defy 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 interest, but it seemed strange that her cutis and mine were the same colour, it was hard to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so soft against me, I had forgotten just how soft Stanford White girls were compared to the coarse skinned coarse haired indigen girlfriend and I pretty much relaxed into seemliness 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few literal hard thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, listen my sister, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our infant ! '' she said, and she wrapped her wooden leg round me `` Our baby ! '' 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 dependable I doubted.


She seemed bemused when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the wedding pic. '' 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 halo on her finger.

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

I led her interior, she seemed somehow settle down, `` What now ? '' she asked.

'' Your claim, '' 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 face, `` God I 'm sorry ! '' she apologised.

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

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

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

saving grace worked away until the low battery warning lighter came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to chance me sitting with the other wives, 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 undo her tightly braided hair, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

'' testament it just be you and me ? '' she asked, `` You as village elderberry bush. '' she asked, `` For ever ? ``

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

'' I want to go dwelling, '' she said, `` But I do n't suppose. '' but I had my manus on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her melt off lips felt different to the thick African mouth I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly bequeath, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her legs to piece her sweet lower lips.

I eased my finger inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my fingers, she gasped softly, her mamilla were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the white shirt I had let her borrow, and bent-grass to gently osculate her knocker still a small C cup perhaps but soft and sweet.

'' I 'll suffer to find a new name for you, '' I whispered.

'' Why, Grace starts with a G, '' she pointed out.

My other wives were form to Grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a form of ponytail, and goodwill sort of took over my Charles Herbert Best shirts to jade 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 leave you to it old chap. '' In recite him.

He seemed genuinely concerned, but I reassured him, what he did n't know was I had managed to recharge my phone from Grace 's solar panel 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 dismay, to say the least, but the morning following the election the thud of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old ship's bell Huey set down just outdoor Town so we were waiting with a one case and Grace 's laptop and within a twain of minutes we were swinging away across the knit stitch leaving the Village and the N'Konga far behind.

'' young lady Telling, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the local anesthetic administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace 's reaction startled me.

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

'' There 's no need to delay married if you do n't desire to. '' I suggested.

'' Do n't you need 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 pit, 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 boxershorts down for me, `` Better ? '' she asked.

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

'' It 's Stephen, is n't it ? '' she asked, `` Your name, 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 bright, you were absolutely brilliant. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

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

'' 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 reckon of something, '' she said .