N'Konga

The great N'Konga river shimmered in the summer rut as it sluggishly ambled between steep banks through the brownness crisped Gunter Grass of the summer plain and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wife to sleep with next when a distant thudding heralded the imminent arrival of a helicopter.

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

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap yr really, but a childhood as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire mining settlement playing with machinery and a degree in political relation had set me up nicely for an quarantined village with a failed pee pump, in fact not one but three failed piss pumps, one petrol powered in full phase of the moon working order but no petrol, a hint heart, with no fart, and an old lever military action ticker with a pause lever tumbler, and along I come, not on a gleaming T. H. White charger like a medeval knight but in a gong Helicopter with some canonical tools and a few sacks of food aid.

They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was reduce the wind pump shaft by two 12 base sections, dismantle the tower and make a pair of handle so they could walk round and beat and pump the water supply up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching nasty water from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was living changing.

Of line I should have got declined all the tribute offered, it was just the good-hearted study I was supposed to do but I was unseasoned, it 's no excuse but it 's my excuse, and I was only supposed to be there a week but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re thrill my planet earpiece when I left it on and flattened the shelling, so I made the best of it in an field Aids had yet to reach.

The N'Konga tribe had fought among themselves for generations, the leader seldom surviving for a year, his promise failing and sealing his fate as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to redeem so in many shipway it was a ministration for them to put up me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to take a wife from each of the three principal families but it was no hard knocks, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a single moving and entirely nonmeaningful ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal name were unrepeatable, certainly I could n't get my spit around them, but we soon had a great rapport growth, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other relate Fatherhood of fille reaching marriageable age and so my household had grown to six wife Daisy, Eve and ass having joined me in matrimonial blissfulness and fairly soon the swelling of their abdomen was an indication six children would soon join them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded return to civilisation was imminent as the Polemonium caeruleum inspection squad liveried chopper was upon us.

The Bell Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal acquaintance to take form a guard of honor, with their spears held at the incline which actually looked somewhat aggressive and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must have looked very fearsome, myself as honcho quite darkly tanned in my all-inclusive brimmed bush hat open cervix shirt and boxers, my men bare breasted, but with arm lot for social station and Khaki shorts and boots and the char bare breasted wearing anything from a Gunter Grass skirt through skimpy panties to a designer dress five sizing too minor which Ann as my turn one married woman somehow managed to squeeze into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the helicopter resident was a woman, but when she opened the door and stepped out her beauty was a shock to the system, nine months of black company had made me forget how irresistible a funfair scrape fair haired european missy really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of fairness descended from the interface side of meat passenger door.

I stared at her hanker lightly tanned leg stretching from her tight Khaki short pants to her practical Khaki kick and at her minor european breasts tightening the textile of her tight clean blouse, such a contrast to my federation of tribes womens huge free swinging udders.

'' Mr 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 humble village, '' I replied, `` Please may I innovate my married woman, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in turn, `` And Daisy, Eve and bum. ``

'' Hello, '' she said, `` I 'm Grace, Grace apprisal ''

'' They do n't address very much English yet, we 're mainly Daniel Chester French speakers here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to fuck ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the edge of our Village where the galvanised sword roofing canvass of the wooden framed mud brick sign of the zodiac shone like mirrors in the blazing sun.

'' Where the top dog is for one thing, '' she said.

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

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

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

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

'' Which is largely irrelevant, '' I suggested `` As Ann will accompany you at all times. '' I motioned towards my own modest home plate, easily the largest in the small town with two story and a reception room boastfully enough for the whole tribe to pressure 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 theatre and did nearly all the work on my room, it was quite a ache room, I just about wear upon out the wood plane planing the timber to panel out the mud brick bulwark so apart from no windowpane and no light it was as good as most garden sheds `` Do you give birth 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 President Harding, am I to realise you are having sexual inter-group communication with natives ? '' she said.

'' I have six wife yes, '' I agreed

'' You 're an brute ! '' she snapped, and reached forward as if to fall upon me, but Ann was too immediate for her and dragged her dorsum into her chair by her yearn blond hair.

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

'' Being ill-bred to Ann 's married man I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am chief, more like Town Clerk than dictator, and according to tribal tradition I have a identification number of wives. ``

'' It 's against all the rules, '' she said, `` I shall cause to report this, ''

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

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

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the cuss to build a mate hull so the Crocs ca n't turn it over so easy. ``

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

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

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

'' I did n't, your mental attitude maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few months out here to learn not a couple of years partying your was through lectures. ``

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

'' I did political sympathies, 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 ranger 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, '' Grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the stair, ( Which I built ) and ran for the doorbell, `` John, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down briny street with me following behind her..

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

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

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

It was an cumbersome place, completely unexpected, but a few things became clear, such as it was n't an oversight that my artificial satellite speech sound pic cell was missing fromm my kit and I was sure enough we travelled south East not south Rebecca West to the Village when I came originally, and when Grace said a dissimilar name for the Village where we had been left I knew it was no accident that we had been dumped here.

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

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

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

'' They 'll come looking for me ! '' grace of God exclaimed hopefully.

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

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

'' Where ? '' I asked, `` I do n't know the way out, there 's rapids ten air mile south so we ca n't get downstream in a gravy boat easily, there 's shoal and a three way crotch in the river to the due north, it 's not easy. ``

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

'' No I do n't and do n't be so aweless, I 'm chief remember, be a bit regardful, just forge 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 arcminute when I heard good will shouting, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my set young chaps surrounding Grace trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a culture electric shock, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscles rippled from rowing and dig, and they had n't realised that Grace was n't used to gentlemen in grass dame showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to gain her favours.

She should have been in 7th heaven with a option of three eight inch pricks a seven and two sixes on fling but she was too unintelligent 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 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 invitee room in my house supposedly for visiting VIP, I suppose you had skillful arrest there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal lore said Edgar Albert Guest were welcome for a week and a day, so Grace was waited on like royal house by my married woman for the get-go couple of days while Grace worked away on her electronic computer, recharging it from a clean Solar panel as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my common soldier toilet and generally lived like a queen, but on the third day with Eve as chaperon I broached the discipline of the eight day rule.

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

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

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

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

'' No '' I explained `` In your shell you need to find a husband, as you see there are no 1 cleaning lady of shaver heading age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

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

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

'' That is the option, I ca n't let you log Z's under my roof beyond seven Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not fair to my wife. ``

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

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

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

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

'' But they 're savages, they walk around half naked ! '' thanksgiving complained.

'' gracility, unless you find a hubby in the following four days you will be paraded au naturel through the small town and kept tied up in the corral until someone will learn 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 unintelligent. '' she said.

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and womanhood, a lady friend belongs to her father, the womanhood to her husband, so at first period she is stripped bare and the founder takes her clothes and it is for the husband to cloak her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruum ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' fountainhead, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are seemly citizenry, usually the daughter finds her gent but just occasionally a Father of the Church needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is useable and to draw a blank her aspiration. ''

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

'' You 're under my ceiling, '' I explained, `` That makes me your father, so I shall receive to throw away of your matter I suppose. ``

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

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

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

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

'' White person wedding, I rest my lawsuit. '' I joked, I should n't let joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four twenty-four hour period ? '' she said, `` To choose a husband ? ``

'' For a husband to select you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be publicise breasted like the other girls so he sees your nipples stiffen and really you should show how wet you are for him. maybe a gage skirt or just a big wet darn on your scanty if you 're shy. ``

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

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

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

'' No, deadly serious, '' I said, `` the only former selection are to go away or become a Tribal striver. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to capture people from neighbouring kin group and keep them as slaves, '' I said, `` I do n't think you 'd like that. ``

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

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

'' Oh, '' she said.

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

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the pick, no fury, just calm contemplation.

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

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

'' Then I suppose, '' she said and her resolve broke and she started crying, `` I wanted a White person marriage ceremony, '' she said.

'' Then do a parade, the miss will gear up 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 pedagogy and as bit one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded goodwill and moved her into their sleeping fourth part and as they stood unit of ammunition they giggled as they gently eased her dress off a button at a time an inch at a time but every movement Grace made to defy they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of wearing apparel lay on the bed.

I had a simple leather garroter and when I judged the time right-hand I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my collar, '' I suggested and my fingers trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolic Tribal hard worker collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and tiny snowy scanty, barefoot now, strangely pink against my coal black skinned harem, and the girls ushered her from the house.

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

She tried to hide her breasts and sex with her hand but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her limb I slipped a simple leather strap around her articulatio radiocarpea and tied her handwriting 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 cushion when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my hand to lead me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be for sure nothing would go wrong as blessing realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed musclemen moved in to hold back her charms.

They were reticent at first as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and more and more than eager, from gently stroking her wan pelt and running their coarse dark fingers through her long fortunate hairsbreadth to checking the firmness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret situation beneath the furry pile of her hunky-dory golden pubic hair.
free grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eyes, eagerly pawed at Grace until despite everything her poor nipples strained and her sex glistened and oozed moisture and her declaration melted as rapidly as any uneducated indigen lady friend as groping and stimulation triggered the lecherousness that lurked unsuspected deep in her psyche.

More and more people gathered as the afternoon turned to too soon even and the Word cattle ranch that the whitened lady friend was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as grace of God finally realised that here she was just the Saame as any other female, all the reverence she had become used to as a student and a white fair sex had been swept away and she knew par and she realised she did n't like it.

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

The pinch meant she must not be married without the possessor 's consent, and as she wore my dog collar that think my consent, but it did n't intend no one must come to, only that they must n't actually make full sex with her, stimulation was fine and indeed expected, and the unfitness of her mouth and the agility of her tongue and the flexibility of her throat were all matter to be explored by her suitors.

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

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' fellatio, the men will want to see how salutary 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 nighttime skinned hands gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

'' We have no STD or Aids, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own girls love their parades, they love the attention, '' I said.

Her Anus causa entertainment, iniquity against her fair skin, a tiny puckered browned bud seemingly far too midget to swallow an eight inch penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch penis slipped off each clock time her examine to thrust at her, and her attempts to give up him reminded me of a pureblood 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 breather on her neck, his phallus against her but mainly the way her nipple throbbed, pussy moistened until her juices ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy load over Grace 's graceful back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his thick creamy cum up on his finger and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brown bud until it seemed to open like the petal of an exotic prime to uncover the delights of her tight iniquity play slideway.

N'Konga tribe never had babies in the hot season, so from Nov through Jan the women had to use their smaller orifice to please their men, and through hundred and thousands of years of phylogeny the topical anaesthetic tribe and evolved indulgent full-of-the-moon anal lips easily able to lodge the heavy cock without ado, while pathetic seemliness with her entail European opening was sadly substandard when it came to this necessary function.

N'Balaskin stretched the cutis of her buttocks taut pulling her orifice open air as he gradually workedmore and More cum into her as lube before his friend and touch Timonarus took his place.

goodwill screamed like a hyena and lashed out with her foot as Timonarus forced his recollective but slender pitch-black snake into thanksgiving 's tight virgin ass inch by agonised inch, but the shriek were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi gruelling penis to Graces sweet mouth and held her cheeks so she could n't wrench away.

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

state of grace had become expert with her back talk at University, where a setback job was standard currency for a night out or a repast, even help with an assignment, but not nasty pitch blackness peter, those were freshly showered and pink and much, much shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hump her sassing in sentence Timonarus 's push into her ass, her judgment exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sensations.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second encumbrance within hour nearly choking saving grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to own his smutty appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the missy was expected to keep her backrest passage, which the Tribal language translated as turn Chute or lower-ranking vagina, clean and ready for use at all times.

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

She hated herself, not for the humiliation, her tacit acceptance of her treatment, her loser to battle, but for the fact she was now do-or-die for a cock, 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 workforce rapidly pistoning cocks sent to her vagina through the slenderize walls of her ass cavity were making her yearn for something to fill the aching vacuum of her puss and soothe her now frantic clitoris.

My missy knew something of how poor Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to get the Horn, one of many automobile horn, antlers tusks and finger cymbals that they used when it was not their number to log Z's with me, but this was `` The Horn '' an antelope horn taken from a hanker utter creature but a horn which had lost much of its farsighted abrupt end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully assail end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving rostrum of the trunk of a stunted Akainsta tree diagram which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived instrument of overrefinement, and the fille scraped away the mud around the stand of the tree diagram until the horn was at exactly the right height or so they judged so as to send Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind goodwill, his powerful loins twitched just once to send his mighty irradiation deep into Grace 's tortured bowels and then he pounded her with unawares speedy thrusts like an animate being, his ebony skin quite noncitizen to her soft pink beauty.

gracility meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's penis, licking even around his egg as he shafted her throat as his erection expanded once to a greater extent, and thats when Ann took charge, ordering the men away and sa they withdrew so my young lady surrounded Grace again and led her to the tree.

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

The rounded horny knob nuzzled seemliness sweet-smelling pink lower sass and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided gracility over the knob, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a pes or toe down as the young woman lowered her John L. H. Down. free grace gasped as she found the horn filled her completely even when she found the ground with her foot and raised herself as luxuriously as she could, the horn still filled and the just backup man cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight on his erection.

Centuries of culture now fell away as goodwill struggled for her elusive orgasm, everything in her being bombinate except her pitiful neglected clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to play on the orgasmic state of ecstasy which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, ready to accept the first brave to declare oneself her a berth in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal traditional knowledge said no food or swallow could be offered until a pass had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere sporting lady and not a serious wife.

'' What will I do when the white men take her and my children away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't extend free grace a Emily Price Post as junior married woman in his pocket-size harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the iniquity fell my girls took her down and let her lie down and log Z's on their sleeping accommodation storey, and then when she woke they denied her postulation for food and water and took her again to the cornet and guided her down, this time they tied a triad to her collar as well to take hold her down.

Grace squirmed on her post, 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 menstruum and as laid down in the unwritten Tribal law of nature we had to take her down.

She was so light that I had the girls take her interior, where she lay sweating on the mud base until the mud stained her fair skin to a filthy aureate tan.

The time had passed for married couple when the haemorrhage stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had obligation, but Grace could n't see that. Still she clung to her mind of western high quality but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace 's wearing apparel and giving them to early tribes people and she was the final stage to eat from our preparation pot she started to learn.

She was n't my wife, she had to find out so I had Wagnanga our most adept ivory carver make Grace a comforter, a piece of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held Grace down long enough for Wahananga to tuck between blessing 's gratifying pussy lips and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced Graces slit lips and passed thin strips of antelope hide through them and on through the holes in the bone and sewed them tight until her cherubic mouth were clamped tight around the protruding cornet while still leaving a tiny muddle for her to bleed through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace 's clitoris with a off-white acerate leaf and attached first a atomic number 79 ring and then a decoration to cling from her clit.

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

I suggested Grace be set to work pumping water walking round of drinks and 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 loafing at university, so I had mortal whip her every fourth dimension she stopped, Bea whipped blessing one morning but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with Grace 's constant pauperism 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 launder the users with wet sponge like Metacarpa plant life leaves dipped in the the sweet water ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was cumbersome, often she would tickle the hands penises making them erect and then she would have to serve them with her sassing or ass causing a queue to mould and there were complaints, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

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

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted Grace for his wife, but it seemed she was a letdown to them with her small breasts and pasty insalubrious pink coloration, I discussed putting her on the automobile horn again but the missy did n't think it a good idea, and complained constantly that Grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would remonstrate grace of God when she tried to tattle, she could n't seem to stop talking no matter how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny ramification and her vertebral column was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide cartoon strip of leather about two feet tenacious and three inches long and cut a slot in it at the mid stop about an column inch and a half wide and a poop of an in high, then she gathered the other wife and as they held blessing down and wedged her mouth capable with low joint they teased Graces tongue through the hole in the shoulder strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, drink and give pass but not talk anymore.

Of course of study free grace tried to tear it off so we cuffed her hands behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the flame most evenings, the girls tried to to outdo each former as they prepared the eve meal, and we all made sure enough we left some to put in a bowl for Grace who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an carnal except her longsighted blonde hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the girl shave and oil Graces head, saying she would die of insolation !

It was then we realised good will 's modest breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such tiny by their standards, Pyrus communis SHAPE C cup titty provide for a thirsty Lester Willis Young N'konga ?

We had to help poor Grace so as a beginning gradation I had the daughter bind fragile antelope hide leather straps around Graces chest above and below her breasts, wide straps which they sewed in piazza 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 breast with thinner shoulder strap, round and unit of ammunition until her boob reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them declaration, Grace could n't protest, but her breasts swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her bosom would get mortified but while they went disconsolate initially they soon became pinko again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her teat now seemed almost permanently stimulated and erect.

I got into the habit of taking Grace with me when I went to stop the works the N'Konga were doing, a long wall along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily aggress our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronzed ebony warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rock 'n' roll and interlocking them like the dry stone wall of home.

The pump for the groundwater water 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 brand cap and timber skeleton and bricks made of broil mud.

saving grace had nada to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some days I put a triad on her collar and took her with me as I toured the web site, she did n't like it at start, but when she realised I would check when she needed to she came to assume that role and would place upright patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

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

'' You 're getting fat old fille ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised blessing 's bay window was no thirster flat and sinewy either, so that night when we had finished our evening repast I hauled Grace in straw man 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 take care down and never at me her master, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

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

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

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

Grace could n't utter at number one, her lingua was swollen, but I left her for a spell and eventually she found her voice.

'' I missed two time period, '' she said.

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

'' Yours ! '' she said.

'' grace of God, you know very well I have never touched you. '' I challenged.

'' No, '' she said.

'' telephone me Master, Bwana, My Lord, something respectful. '' I insisted, `` And untie her hands soul. ``

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

'' Did you ? '' I asked, and six heavily pregnant jet black skinned beauty blushed, `` How and why ? '' I continued.

Fanny blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the chief dice or is beaten all the tribal chief 's married woman except one, become the new chieftain 's wife. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not resolve, we are all admirer so if the tribal chief 's slave is the chieftain wife also then we can all stick. '' she said.

Grace added, `` When you fuck them they rush down and use a little peg to take up cum out ot themselves and push it into me. ``

'' And who exactly do you nominate as the new boss ? '' 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 arise jealous. ``
My ego sort of break up and lay fatally wounded in my boots, `` but you have done great things for us, we are grateful but we will need hard son as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

'' mulct, '' I agreed, `` We 'll stimulate an election. ``

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

'' I surrender. '' I suggested, `` So we 'll have an election. '' they thought I said `` hard-on, '' which gave me ideas.

'' Erection ? '' she asked.

'' Every N'Konga chooses, and the one who is chosen by near N'Konga is headman. '' I explained carefully `` And then I teach him or he how I do affair and then I go and live at the far end of the Village as Village elder or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can have only one wife, the others are the new Chiefs wife. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet girl, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my center when I screwed her and dreamed it was Charlotte church service, or Marilyn President Monroe 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 school principal nodded in unison. `` Then you better find me another married woman. ``

'' 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 have a choice do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new chief 's slave, a unmanageable decision '' she said, sarcastically.

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

'' But Bwana Harding, we had a wedding, not the N'Konga pairing, '' 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 uniting merely meant screwing the girl publicly, on the rock 'n' roll in the Town square, it was n't proper wedding ceremony but for the sons of big folk it was all they could afford.

They dragged seemliness away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my case until I found a bleached white shirt, which went with my suit, which figured grace could tire, and then after some meter relaxing and writing up my tone on grace of God 's Laptop I heard the girls bringing Grace back.

I could n't believe it they had braided blessing gorgeous golden pilus, it looked awful, absolutely appalling, but it did n't affair, `` 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 workmanship tongue, and carefully snipped the thin strip show of leather holding the opus of bone into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her alarm I took my plier and snipped the Au ring through her clit.

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

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

'' I feel numb inside, it 's atrocious. '' she said.

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the completely village seemed to sustain 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 aristocratical with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the last thing I planned, after months of walking around with a swelling of solid osseous tissue 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 look after my babe wo n't you ? ``

'' Sure, you and the infant, '' I assured her, `` sister I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to wet-nurse my semi hard rooster, it sprang to aid mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her leg panoptic, she looked amazing as her cunt gaped obscenely and I really worried she would experience me inside her at all.

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

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

'' Hush ! '' I told her, but she was n't occupy, but it seemed strange that her peel and mine were the same coloration, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so diffuse against me, I had forgotten just how delicate white girls were compared to the coarse skinned coarse haired native girls and I pretty much relaxed into blessing 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few actual voiceless thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, bear in mind my child, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her stage round me `` Our babe ! '' 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 populace was her thing, which to be fair I doubted.


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

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

She looked confused when I said `` With this gang 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 inside, she seemed somehow calm, `` What now ? '' she asked.

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

She slapped my fount, `` God I 'm sorry ! '' she apologised.

'' looking, just get writing, you have some Laptop barrage left so book 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. ``

Grace worked away until the low battery word of advice light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to find oneself 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 pilus, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

'' volition it just be you and me ? '' she asked, `` You as village elder. '' she asked, `` For ever ? ``

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

'' I want to go plate, '' she said, `` But I do n't suppose. '' but I had my hand on her second joint and she knew when to stop talking, her thin lips felt different to the thick African lip I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly willing, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her legs to function her sweet lower lips.

I eased my riff inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my digit, she gasped softly, her pap were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the white shirt I had let her borrow, and bent grass to gently kiss her knocker still a modest C cup perhaps but soft and sweet.

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

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

My other wives were kind to Grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her hairsbreadth but we compromised with a sorting of ponytail, and Grace sort of took over my right shirts to wear and after some problems we had a new Chief, Aslan.

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

He seemed genuinely concerned, but I reassured him, what he did n't acknowledge was I had managed to recharge my sound from Grace 's solar instrument panel for her laptop computer, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting conducting wire fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the external world.

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the forenoon following the election the thump of a whirlybird was heard once again and as an old Bell Huey set down just outside town so we were waiting with a single slip and blessing 's laptop computer and within a couple of moment we were swinging away across the knit leaving the Village and the N'Konga far behind.

'' Miss relation, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the local anaesthetic executive for UniChar greeted us, but grace 's reaction startled me.

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

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

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

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

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

She did n't support back at all, she near ripped my tool right off me and could n't get me inside her fast sufficiency, 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, `` Sir Leslie Stephen, you were brilliant, you were absolutely vivid. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no mention of thralldom, I became your wife, forget the thrall, 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 indisputable I 'll suppose of something, '' she said .