Chapter 1 - arrival

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

They'd arrived at their hotel after a retentive escape and transferral and after some acclimatisation they were ready to make the curt trip-up to the forest from the cheeseparing township on the outskirt of the forest proper.

They had taken a scant bus ride to the river and to meet a pre-arranged guide who would subscribe to them upriver venturing further into the jungle. They met Pablo at the river and after exchanging pleasantries he explained the route they were to select for the day. It would be an arduous but within their capabilities. The heat, however, and the humidness were something she had factored in and wore sensible trek pant, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellant, though she was sure it wouldn't be enough.

The boat ride had been uneventful and after several hours the river narrowed with obtuse vegetation and tree diagram right up to the river's edge. That's when it happened.

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

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

Confused by what was being said to her in a lyric she didn't understand only compounded her good sense of dread. Clearly her arriver, forced or not, had thrown the village into a state of hubbub. The villagers themselves were unsure of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of other whiten people to come ?

That was what was going through her mind as she stood blinking in the intense warmth and sun in the middle of what looked comparable very primitive huts in a glade in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her wrist joint into the great of the hutch she could see, which led her to think this must be the tribal leaders'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

Even in her state of confusion she had a chance to appear at her captors. They were a lowly the great unwashed than Europeans, darkness skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a small drawing string for the men that somehow they had managed to snitch over the foreskin of their penis to keep it in place, but it didn't leave anything to the resource and their ballock were on video display. The women were equally exposed as a modest lash that went around their waistline also went between their legs accentuating their labia.

Inside the gloomy hut, which was just barely high gear enough to abide in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with various colourful feather attached to his point clearly denoting his high up status. He exchanged Son with her ‘ sentry go ’, at times animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed metric and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in social movement of him. What he saw was a light-haired fair sex in her deep XXX. She has kept herself largely in shape, not by being a gym bunny rabbit but with a sensible diet and exercise. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy pattern and perky 34b tit, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the boss, but he held his hand up telling her to be quiet.

With a clap of his hands several women appeared, and the sentry duty melted into the background. The chief spoke quietly with federal agency to the women and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could perceive what was happening, her deal had been tied behind her back with some sort of vines, so tightly it made it impossible to proceed them.

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

They marched her out of the hut taking her to a stake in the center of the Greenwich Village that she did n't think being there before and tied her firmly to it with her helping hand behind her back and the stake holding her business firm. They then left her there.

It was getting obscure and most of the masses had disappeared too. One cleaning woman reappeared and offered her some liquidness to drink, which she hoped was water, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did quench her thirst it also had a soporiferous effect on her, and her anxieties seemed to dislocate away.

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

She was untied and led back into the chief's hut and taken to two line of latitude bet that she also didn't see before. The women stood either side of her and started to undress her. Their agile fingers quickly understanding how buttons worked. Dee didn't objective, she was still a little woozy from the, what would later turn out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every vestige of her clothing and Dee stood there au naturel, her nipple erect from the chill in the air. Buckets of weewee were bought out and they began to wash Dee from the dust and grim of her trial by ordeal to engagement. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the same time as the women 's work force and fingerbreadth lingered on her breasts and nipples. In truth the woman were fascinated by this white woman, the first-class honours degree they had ever seen. They soon moved their attention to between her stage. Dee gasped as they parted her cunt, spreading her lips blanket apart and they dropped to their knee joint to front inside her now sopping hole.

Dee was horrified yet incredibly aroused as their fingers probed deeper inside her, the dividing line of their black fingers darting inside her encouraged More of her lubrication - she was hugely turn on.

A sharp pull forwards and she was doubled over with her laurel wreath flat on the priming coat and her ass high in the air, she knew what was coming and the women didn't disappoint. One by one they took routine fingering her ass sliding their fingers in her asshole deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her quiver with delight, she could finger an orgasm building. Then just as she was about to go past the detail of no restitution the digit were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equalise cadence, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon proved legal injury as she saw two of the woman dragging a large wooden statue, roughly carved into the shape of a man with a Brobdingnagian phallus.

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

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

Dee wasn't allowed clip to catch one's breath and the charwoman took her from the satisfying genus Phallus and led her back to the wager. This time they tied her ankles to the stakes which spread her legs wide and had the like effect on her puss brim which spread open too. A small table was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the table with her stage and her cunt open wide. The chieftain appeared and once again appraised the now bare Dee. He too was aroused by the peck of this white woman with her sex on display and his to do with as he pleased.

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

Dee cried out to him

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

The tribal chief clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her legs, his erection touching her cunt lips. Oh god he's going to fuck me, thought Dee, please make it quick and then will me alone.

The chief had other musical theme, he was going to make use of this cleaning woman for the residuum of the dark and slowly he slid his grueling cock inside her.

Dee gasped, not so a great deal at the size of the cock, but how horny the whole scenario had made her. She should be repulsed and horrified by the situation but strangely she was longing for him to love her and this pull thrall had made her trickle with excitement.

The honcho started slowly at kickoff, he was fascinated by seeing his cock gripped by the hide of this White River woman's sex and how she was lubricating his putz so that it glistened in the half brightness level of the hut's fire. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's moan of satisfaction as she felt his rock-hard peter fucking her.

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

"Oh god don't check, maintain fucking me you brute, give me your sperm ..."

Dee continued with a stream of smut as her orgasm built to a smashing conclusion and whether by luck or judgement on his component part, a stream of sperm cell hit her cervix with surprising military force as the honcho loudly proclaimed his sexual climax too.

"Oooh fuck oh fuck"moaned Dee as the headman withdrew his peter from her.

Almost immediately his fingers were prising her puss rim open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet mess. Her cream mixed with his. A adult female was beckoned to subscribe to the chief's home and she soon had her mouth latched onto Dee's dripping pussy and greedily lapped up this creamy miscellanea. The lapping of the tongue had the effect of bringing on another coming which felt as practiced if not as vivid as the first.

This continued for the rest of the Nox with the chief screw her and shooting his consignment inside her and a unlike cleaning woman assigned to mouth duties. She did marvel at his staying index that would put many young men to shame.

Every time that he had her, she enjoyed it more. She would lie on her back on a husk mat and open her legs for him and gasped as his peter slid thick inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a deeply sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

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

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

She also realised that nudeness was her only option too, her clothes having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the aboriginal themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her Nox of exertion then she was mistaken. The woman, who she realised must be the chief's married woman, motioned for her to get up and to follow her. Dee complied and followed her down to the river where it was clear she was expected to bath herself. The water was insensate and yet invigorating and revitalised her nicely. Bathing done, the charwoman, who had been joined by early tribal women, firmly took Dee by the arm and pulled her along with her to a long Bench that was outside the hut where she had been fucked solidly.

She was motioned to lie on the Bench on her back and no Oklahoman had she done so than her arms and leg were pulled out and to the side of meat and fastened to some wooden bread and butter with some vine. Dee started to protest but again she realised it would be futile.

Dee has always kept her pussy trimmed but it seemed these cleaning woman, who were devoid of any body hair, felt that she should be too. With some liquid state, akin to a Georgia home boy, she was lathered between her peg and with what she assumed to be some form of Flint stone they started to shave her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the Harlan Fiske Stone was surprisingly needlelike as her shortstop pubic hair came away easily, her agglomerate bald in no prison term. The charwoman then deftly took one of Dee's cunt lips and extended it so that she could remove any hair from there too. This was repeated until the adult female was satisfied there was no vestige of hair left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the woman parted her lips panoptic to scrutinise her handwork, feeling the need to slide a mates of fingerbreadth into Dee's cunt for a long inspection. Dee moaned as the old woman, tentative at first, soon increased her speed and was soon finger fucking her, clearly determined to wreak her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a climax on the woman's fingers. The woman looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the other women who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the bench and motioned her to watch them back into the hut. The chief was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading move with his hand which made his intentions authorize and Dee complied and spread her legs. He was clearly horny for her and his digit parted her now smooth-shaven cunt lips and slid a finger inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to submit herself to an exploration of her body.

She reached down and took his cock in her hand, I ‘ m going to delight rather than weather this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her fondle his clay humanness which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his cock and stir the head of his cock with her thumb and index finger. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the sensation of this white woman paying this amount of sexual care to him. As she fondled him his hands went to her boob and tweaked her nipples, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

Dee was caught up in the here and now and didn't object when he pushed her onto the level and on her back. Instinctively she opened her legs exposing her wet cunt to him, her lips were overt with excitation and anticipation. Unlike his late gumptious and rushed fucking before, this time he was going to take his time.

As her legs were overt and up, he positioned himself on his knee between her his cock ramrod intemperate and pushing at her open rim. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his nates and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to move in time with each former, each thrust causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprise

Dee's life had changed immeasurably in such a short space of clock time. It wasn't that her high-tech lifespan in the city was forgotten, but rather through requisite she had adapted to this simple pace of life. Her nakedness was ‘ just how it is'the bare pleasures of daily existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the biggest change was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drinking had fired her previously sleepyheaded libido into a raging torrent. Often her first day-by-day mentation would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a hungriness for the chief's cock inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, legs apart with her cunt wet and ready for him. The tribal chief himself had acquired a liking for a good hanker blowjob and now often finished himself down Dee 's throat with his fingers buried in her cunt.

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

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

It had started like virtually day, a day by day bathe with the settlement women in the river. Many had grown used to the sight of the bare Edward White woman, but the senior adult female still enjoyed some close contact with Dee though a little more secret of previous. Her finger would probe between Dees legs under water and usually ended with her fingers knuckle deep in her cunt. Dee enjoyed this too so did nothing to admonish her, besides it was a lovely warm up to the main event of the day.

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

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

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to give me watch them slaughter it. Dee couldn't abide brute cruelty of any sort and the persuasion of what was going to take place filled her with disgust.

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

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

Oh god what is happening to me, she thought to herself. Not only have I been enjoying this super sexual life style, but now I'm getting turned on by a pig. She moaned quietly at the attending her cunt was enjoying, when some men arrived with a small table on stage and they put it in the middle of the pen. She also noticed that the top dog himself was there too, but he stood outside the pen and just watched.

When the mesa was placed the men came and restrained the pig and the cleaning woman insisted that Dee get under the tabular array on all quadruplet - it did ask one of the woman to demonstrate before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee line for Dee or more importantly the lieu where this yummy sex musk was coming from and briefly cover nuzzling her wet cunt mouth again.

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

The surprise didn't stoppage there though. As she felt the pig heart copious amounts of cum inside her, she could feel her cervix uteri being probed energetically and then its cock pushed inside it and gushed what seemed similar pints of cum in her womb.

She let out a scream of pain and delight, painful sensation at the come-on essence of the pig cock opening her cervix, but pleasure at the feeling of this warm cum spurting deeper inside her than she'd ever experienced in her life.

The pig then stopped the probing of her cervix and Dee could find it slide out of her little by little. She was sorry to think it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she unseasonable. She had the most intense sexual experience of her living to date and that was saying something considering these finis few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her hole, she realised she was incredibly full of pig cum and she could feel it erupt from her cunt with some force. The onlookers had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the honcho had been proud of his Theodore Harold White char and incredibly turned on to watch her get fucked by the pig.

He couldn't contain himself any longer and as Dee was still on all quadruplet, he knelt behind her and throw his rock arduous peter into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to have it away being his fuck slave and his pecker worked its deception on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

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

This ends the story to date…shall it persist in ? Let me know what you thought with any feedback you may make .