Chapter 1 - comer

Dee had been with her husband on this stumble and they'd taken the longsighted slip to Brazil to do a little exploration of the rainforest. Dee and her husband Saint John were in their late 30s and this was to be a trip of a lifetime. They'd always talked about visiting the rainforest and now their pipe dream had come dependable.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a long flight and transfer and after some acclimation they were ready to make the shortly tripper to the forest from the nearest Town on the outskirts of the forest proper.

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

The gravy holder ride had been uneventful and after several hours the river narrowed with dense vegetation and trees right up to the river's edge. That's when it happened.

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

Dee was scared beyond measuring rod about what was to encounter to her. Dragged from the riverbank by these fierce looking tribesmen she had no theme what circumstances awaited her. Where were the others, god knows what had happened to them ?

Confused by what was being said to her in a speech she didn't understand only compounded her sense of dread. Clearly her comer, forced or not, had thrown the small town into a state of uproar. The villagers themselves were unsure of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of other white people to come ?

That was what was going through her nous as she stood blinking in the intense warmth and sun in the heart of what looked like very primitive huts in a clearing in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her carpus into the biggest of the huts she could see, which led her to consider this must be the tribal leader'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

Even in her res publica of muddiness she had a chance to look at her capturer. They were a lowly mass than Europeans, dark skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a minuscule string for the men that somehow they had managed to plume over the foreskin of their penis to prevent it in place, but it didn't leave anything to the resourcefulness and their chunk were on showing. The women were equally exposed as a diminished thong that went around their waist also went between their wooden leg accentuating their labia.

Inside the gloomy hut, which was just barely high-pitched enough to digest in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with respective colourful feather attached to his mind clearly denoting his gamey status. He exchanged row with her ‘ sentry go ’, at times animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed appraise and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in social movement of him. What he saw was a blonde woman in her former thirties. She has kept herself largely in cast, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible diet and utilization. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy figure and perky 34b tit, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the chief, but he held his hand up telling her to be repose.

With a clap of his bridge player several char appeared, and the guards melted into the ground. The gaffer wheel spoke quietly with authority to the char and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could compass what was happening, her work force had been tied behind her vertebral column with some sort of vines, so tightly it made it insufferable to move 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 middle of the Greenwich Village that she did n't recall being there before and tied her firmly to it with her hands behind her back and the stake holding her firm. They then left her there.

It was getting dismal and well-nigh of the multitude had disappeared too. One woman reappeared and offered her some liquid to drink, which she hoped was water, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did allay her thirstiness it also had a soporific essence on her, and her anxiety seemed to sneak away.

It had gone dark and the adult female reappeared indicating to Dee to stomach up. This she did, struggling seemed a wasteland of free energy and futile anyhow. Besides she still felt very laid-back from whatever it was they had given her to drink.

She was untied and led back into the chief's hut and taken to two parallel stake that she also didn't see before. The charwoman stood either English of her and started to undress her. Their agile finger quickly understanding how buttons worked. Dee didn't object, she was still a short woozy from the, what would later wrench out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every vestige of her clothing and Dee stood there naked, her pap erect from the chill in the air. Buckets of water system were bought out and they began to dampen Dee from the dust and grim of her ordeal to date. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the Lapplander time as the women 's paw and finger lingered on her bosom and nipple. In truth the women were fascinated by this blanched char, the first they had ever seen. They soon moved their attention to between her ramification. Dee gasped as they parted her bitch, spreading her brim widely apart and they dropped to their knees to look inside her now sopping hole.

Dee was horrified yet incredibly aroused as their fingers probed cryptical inside her, the contrast of their dark fingers darting inside her encouraged more of her lubrication - she was hugely ferment on.

A knifelike pull forwards and she was doubled over with her palm flatbed on the ground and her ass high in the air, she knew what was coming and the womanhood didn't disappoint. One by one they took turns fingering her ass sliding their fingers in her asshole deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her tingle with delight, she could feel an orgasm building. Then just as she was about to go past the detail of no take the fingerbreadth were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equal cadence, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon proved wrong as she saw two of the women dragging a heavy wooden statue, roughly carved into the figure of a man with a vast phallus.

It has clearly seen lots of use as the phallus was worn smooth and the magnanimous bulbous caput seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in computer memory for her.

The women 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 column inch by in it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her cervix. She hated to admit it, but it felt unspoilt, it was filling her cunt completely and slowly she started to taunt it. Faster and faster she fucked herself on this wooden dildo as the fair sex were whooping with joy. Dee wasn't going to be denied this time and she pushed on as her orgasm grew and she gave a cry and shuddered down on the phallus completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed clip to repose and the women took her from the satisfying Phallus and led her back to the stakes. This time they tied her ankles to the post which spread her wooden leg wide and had the same effect on her cunt back talk which spread open too. A small table was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the board with her legs and her cunt open wide. The tribal chief appeared and once again appraised the now naked Dee. He too was aroused by the sight of this white woman with her sex on display and his to do with as he pleased.

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

Dee cried out to him

"Please don't hurt me, delight I'm beggary you ..."

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

The foreman had other melodic theme, he was going to make use of this cleaning woman for the residue of the night and slowly he slid his tough cock inside her.

Dee gasped, not so much at the size of it of the peter, 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 have a go at it her and this push thrall had made her drip with excitement.

The head started slowly at foremost, he was fascinated by seeing his turncock gripped by the tegument of this whiteness cleaning lady's sex and how she was lubricating his slam so that it glistened in the one-half light of the hut's fire. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's moan of expiation as she felt his rock-hard cock fucking her.

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

"Oh god don't stop, keep fucking me you brute, generate me your sperm ..."

Dee continued with a stream of obscenities as her orgasm built to a shattering conclusion and whether by luck or sound judgement on his percentage, a stream of spermatozoan hit her cervix with storm military unit as the chief loudly proclaimed his orgasm too.

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

Almost immediately his fingers were prising her cunt mouth open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet hole. Her cream mixed with his. A char was beckoned to take the chief's blank space and she soon had her sass latched onto Dee's dripping puss and greedily lapped up this creamy mixture. The lapping of the clapper had the consequence of bringing on another climax which felt as good if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the rest of the nighttime with the chieftain fucking her and shooting his load inside her and a unlike woman assigned to mouth duties. She did marvel at his staying power that would put many unseasoned men to shame.

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

Contented she finally fell into a inscrutable sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

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

She had no musical theme was she was eating or boozing but she was so athirst and hungry 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 nudity was her only option too, her wearing apparel having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the indigen themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her night of exertions then she was mistaken. The womanhood, who she realised must be the chief's wife, motioned for her to get up and to trace her. Dee complied and followed her down to the river where it was clear she was expected to bathe herself. The weewee was frigidity and yet invigorating and revitalised her nicely. Bathing done, the woman, who had been joined by other tribal women, firmly took Dee by the arm and pulled her along with her to a long bench that was outside the hut where she had been fucked solidly.

She was motioned to lie on the bench on her back and no sooner had she done so than her arms and branch were pulled out and to the side and fastened to some wooden backup with some vine. Dee started to dissent but again she realised it would be futile.

Dee has always kept her pussy trimmed but it seemed these woman, who were devoid of any consistence tomentum, felt that she should be too. With some liquid, akin to a soap, she was lathered between her legs and with what she assumed to be some sorting of flint stone they started to knock off her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the stone was surprisingly sharp-worded as her short pubic hair came away easily, her mound bald in no time. The woman then deftly took one of Dee's pussy lip and extended it so that she could remove any hair from there too. This was repeated until the womanhood was satisfied there was no vestige of hair left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the adult female parted her mouth across-the-board to inspect her handiwork, feeling the pauperism to slide a couple of finger's breadth into Dee's cunt for a farsighted inspection. Dee moaned as the old woman, tentative at first, soon increased her speed and was soon finger fucking her, clearly determined to bring her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a sexual climax on the cleaning woman's finger's breadth. The adult female looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the other women who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the bench and motioned her to comply them back into the hut. The honcho was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading motion with his hands which made his intentions clear and Dee complied and spread her ramification. He was clearly horny for her and his fingerbreadth parted her now well-shaven cunt sass 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 hammer in her hand, I ‘ m going to enjoy rather than endure this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her fondle his clay humanity which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his cock and have the head of his tool with her quarter round and forefingers. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the adept of this white cleaning lady paying this amount of sexual tending to him. As she fondled him his hands went to her breasts and tweaked her nipples, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

Dee was caught up in the moment and didn't physical object when he pushed her onto the floor and on her back. Instinctively she opened her pegleg exposing her wet bitch to him, her lip were open with excitement and anticipation. Unlike his previous gumptious and rushed fucking before, this clock time he was going to select his time.

As her legs were afford and up, he positioned himself on his genu between her his cock ramrod hard and pushing at her open backtalk. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his buttocks and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to move in time with each early, each push causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprise

Dee's life had changed immeasurably in such a myopic space of time. It wasn't that her hi-tech life in the city was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted to this round-eyed tread of life story. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the simple joy of daily world was the challenge now. Surprisingly the with child alteration was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drinking had fired her previously sleepyheaded libido into a reproof cloudburst. Often her first daily thoughts would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a longing for the chief's turncock inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, legs apart with her cunt wet and cook for him. The chief himself had acquired a liking for a upright long cock sucking 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 arousal, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in strawman of him. He had started to woolgather up new ideas for satiating this impressive blank woman.

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

It had started like most days, a daily bathe with the village charwoman in the river. Many had grown used to the sight of the naked white fair sex, but the elder cleaning lady still enjoyed some ending contact with Dee though a little more hugger-mugger of recent. Her digit would examine between Dees legs under water and usually ended with her fingers knuckle deep in her bitch. Dee enjoyed this too so did nothing to discourage her, besides it was a lovely quick up to the main event of the day.

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

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

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to make me keep an eye on them massacre it. Dee couldn't abide animal cruelty of any sort and the view of what was going to happen filled her with disgust.

Two of the women went into the pen and insisted that Dee espouse them. Once inside the pen the women held an arm each and started tapping Dee's legs until she parted them. That was clearly a signal to the pig, who, grunting and snuffling made his way over to Dee. Before she realised what was going on, the pig had his snout 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 palpate his honker pushing and probing her back talk and she realised she was wet and her cunt was parting.

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

When the table was placed the men came and restrained the pig and the womanhood insisted that Dee get under the table on all fours - it did take one of the womanhood 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 post where this delicious sex musk was coming from and briefly stay nuzzling her wet cunt lips again.

One of the women then picked up the slovenly person'front legs and put them on the table, so it supported its weighting. The Dee felt a prodding at her backside and realised it was the pigs cock looking for an hatchway. The woman felt under the pig and took its pecker in her paw and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet cunt. Then she felt it….it wasn't a banging ram but rather a corkscrew effect. The shaft screwing around and back as it delved further into her snatch. She had never felt anything like it but oh god it felt wonderful. The pig was enjoying it too as he grunted ever louder in what seemed alike grunt of delight and satisfaction.

The surprise didn't stopover there though. As she felt the pig ticker copious total of cum inside her, she could feel her neck being probed energetically and then its cock pushed inside it and gushed what seemed like dry pint of cum in her womb.

She let out a scream of hurting and delight, painful sensation at the hook upshot of the pig cock opening her cervix, but pleasure at the look of this warm up 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 finger 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 awry. She had the most intense intimate experience of her life to date and that was saying something considering these death few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her hollow, she realised she was incredibly full-of-the-moon of pig cum and she could feel it erupt from her pussy with some force. The onlookers had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the chief had been proud of his white charwoman 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 quaternity, he knelt behind her and push up his rock surd tool into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to love being his nooky striver and his cock worked its magic on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

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

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