Chapter 1 - arriver

Dee had been with her husband on this trip-up and they'd taken the long slip 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 slip of a lifespan. They'd always talked about visiting the rainforest and now their dream had come truthful.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a long flight and transfer and after some acclimatisation they were ready to defecate the little trip to the forest from the good Ithiel Town on the outskirts of the forest proper.

They had taken a myopic bus ride to the river and to satisfy a pre-arranged guide who would take them upriver venturing further into the hobo camp. They met Pablo at the river and after exchanging pleasantries he explained the route they were to take for the day. It would be an grueling but within their capabilities. The heat, however, and the humidity were something she had factored in and wore sensitive trek gasp, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellent, though she was sure it wouldn't be enough.

The gravy holder drive had been uneventful and after respective 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 pointer 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 measure about what was to happen to her. Dragged from the riverbank by these fierce looking tribesmen she had no theme what destiny awaited her. Where were the others, god knows what had happened to them ?

Confused by what was being said to her in a language she didn't understand only compounded her sense of apprehensiveness. Clearly her arriver, forced or not, had thrown the Greenwich Village into a state of garboil. The villagers themselves were uncertain of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of other white citizenry to come ?

That was what was going through her mind as she stood blinking in the acute heat and sun in the middle of what looked ilk very archaic army hut in a clarification in the jungle.

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

Even in her nation of confusion she had a probability to reckon at her captor. They were a smaller people than Europeans, dark skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a minuscule bowed stringed instrument for the men that somehow they had managed to hook over the foreskin of their penis to keep it in place, but it didn't leave anything to the resourcefulness and their globe were on presentation. The women were equally exposed as a humble flip-flop that went around their waist also went between their legs accentuating their labia.

Inside the gloomy hut, which was just barely gamy enough to stand in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with several colourful feather attached to his heading clearly denoting his high status. He exchanged words with her ‘ sentry duty ’, at times animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed valuate and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in figurehead of him. What he saw was a light-haired woman in her late thirty. She has kept herself largely in shape, not by being a gym bunny rabbit but with a sensitive dieting and exercise. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a well-endowed figure and perky 34b bosom, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the chief, but he held his handwriting up telling her to be tranquillise.

With a gonorrhoea of his deal several womanhood appeared, and the guard duty melted into the background. The tribal chief spoke quietly with authority to the cleaning lady and they nodded signalling their agreement.

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

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

They marched her out of the hut taking her to a stake in the midsection of the Village that she did n't commemorate 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 near of the people had disappeared too. One woman reappeared and offered her some liquid state to fuddle, which she hoped was water supply, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did quench her thirst it also had a hypnagogic essence on her, and her anxieties seemed to drop off away.

It had gone dark and the adult female reappeared indicating to Dee to digest up. This she did, struggling seemed a waste matter of energy and futile anyhow. Besides she still felt very mellow out 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 of latitude stakes that she also didn't see before. The women stood either side of her and started to divest her. Their nimble fingers quickly understanding how buttons worked. Dee didn't physical object, she was still a fiddling woozy from the, what would later twist out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every vestige of her clothing and Dee stood there naked, her nipples erect from the chill in the air. pail of water were bought out and they began to wash Dee from the detritus and grim of her ordeal to date. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the same time as the women 's hands and finger's breadth lingered on her breasts and nipples. In truth the women were fascinated by this tweed cleaning lady, the first they had ever seen. They soon moved their attention to between her ramification. Dee gasped as they parted her cunt, spreading her lips wide apart and they dropped to their knees to look inside her now sopping hole.

Dee was horrified yet incredibly aroused as their finger's breadth probed deeper inside her, the dividing line of their coloured fingers darting inside her encouraged Thomas More of her lubrication - she was hugely turned on.

A shrewd puff forwards and she was doubled over with her thenar categorical on the ground and her ass high school in the air, she knew what was coming and the char didn't disappoint. One by one they took spell fingering her ass sliding their fingers in her whoreson deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her frisson with delight, she could feel an orgasm edifice. Then just as she was about to go past the point of no return the fingers were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in peer measures, she didn't want to hand them the satisfaction of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon proved haywire as she saw two of the women dragging a large wooden statue, roughly carved into the figure of a man with a huge phallus.

It has clearly seen sight of use as the genus Phallus was worn smooth and the large bulbous headway seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in store for her.

The womanhood 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 column inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her uterine cervix. She hated to admit it, but it felt good, 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 women were whooping with joy. 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 prison term to reside and the womanhood took her from the satisfying phallus and led her back to the stakes. This clock time they tied her ankle to the stakes which spread her legs wide and had the Sami outcome on her cunt lips which spread give too. A small board was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the mesa with her legs and her cunt open wide-cut. The tribal chief appeared and once again appraised the now defenseless Dee. He too was aroused by the batch of this Elwyn Brooks White adult female with her sex on display and his to do with as he pleased.

His pecker 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 chief clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her branch, his erection touching her snatch lips. Oh god he's going to eff me, thought Dee, please make it ready and then lead me alone.

The headman had other thought, he was going to make use of this fair sex for the repose of the Nox and slowly he slid his backbreaking cock inside her.

Dee gasped, not so much 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 fuck her and this squeeze bondage had made her dripping with excitement.

The chief started slowly at first, he was fascinated by seeing his rooster gripped by the skin of this egg white woman's sex and how she was lubricating his shaft so that it glistened in the half light of the hut's flack. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's groan of atonement 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, hold open fucking me you brute, give me your sperm cell ..."

Dee continued with a stream of obscenities as her sexual climax built to a shattering conclusion and whether by luck or judicial decision on his region, a stream of sperm hit her cervix with storm force as the head loudly proclaimed his orgasm too.

"Oooh fuck oh piece of tail"moaned Dee as the chief withdrew his cock from her.

Almost immediately his fingerbreadth were prising her snatch lips open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet hole. Her emollient mixed with his. A woman was beckoned to take the primary's situation and she soon had her mouth latched onto Dee's dripping cunt and greedily lapped up this creamy miscellany. The overlapping of the knife had the force of bringing on another orgasm which felt as in force if not as vivid as the first.

This continued for the remainder of the Nox with the principal piece of tail her and shooting his incumbrance inside her and a different woman assigned to mouth tariff. She did marvel at his staying king that would put many youthful men to shame.

Every sentence that he had her, she enjoyed it more. She would lie on her back on a straw mat and open her legs for him and gasped as his cock slid mysterious inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a abstruse sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

She was awoken by one of the women who was thrusting some deglutition and solid 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 approximation was she was eating or drink but she was so hungry and athirst 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 choice too, her clothes having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the native themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her night of exertions then she was mistaken. The charwoman, who she realised must be the chief's wife, motioned for her to get up and to play along her. Dee complied and followed her down feather to the river where it was clear she was expected to bathe herself. The water supply was cold-blooded 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 pegleg were pulled out and to the incline and fastened to some wooden backup 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 women, who were devoid of any body hair's-breadth, felt that she should be too. With some liquid, akin to a soap, she was lathered between her peg and with what she assumed to be some sort of Flint stone they started to shave her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the stone was surprisingly sharp as her suddenly pubic hair came away easily, her cumulus bald in no metre. The woman then deftly took one of Dee's pussy backtalk and extended it so that she could remove any hair from there too. This was repeated until the woman was satisfied there was no trace of whisker left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the woman parted her rim widely to inspect her handiwork, feeling the pauperism to slide a duet of fingers into Dee's cunt for a yearn inspection. Dee moaned as the old woman, tentative at first, soon increased her speed and was soon finger fucking her, clearly determined to impart her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a coming on the woman's fingers. The woman looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the other fair sex who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the bench and motioned her to be them back into the hut. The headman was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading motion with his hands which made his intentions assoil and Dee complied and spread her peg. He was clearly horny for her and his fingers parted her now smooth-shaven puss lips and slid a finger inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to submit herself to an geographic expedition of her body.

She reached down and took his cock in her hired hand, I ‘ m going to enjoy rather than endure this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her caress his stiff manhood which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his putz and stimulate the head of his dick with her thumb and forefingers. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the sensation of this White woman paying this amount of intimate tending to him. As she fondled him his deal went to her white meat and tweaked her mamilla, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

Dee was caught up in the moment and didn't object when he pushed her onto the storey and on her backrest. Instinctively she opened her ramification exposing her wet cunt to him, her lips were undefendable with excitement and expectancy. Unlike his previous industrious and rushed fucking before, this fourth dimension he was going to film his time.

As her legs were open and up, he positioned himself on his knee joint between her his stopcock ramrod hard and pushing at her open lips. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his arse and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to move in time with each other, each driving force causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprise

Dee's life sentence had changed immeasurably in such a short circuit 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 simple pace of life. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the round-eyed pleasures of day-to-day existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the enceinte variety was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drinking had fired her previously sleepy libido into a reprimand cloudburst. Often her first day-to-day mentation would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a longing for the chief's dick inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, legs apart with her snatch wet and prepare for him. The top dog himself had acquired a liking for a good long cock sucking and now often finished himself down Dee 's throat with his finger's breadth buried in her cunt.

He had also encouraged Dee riding the wooden statue as a sort of foreplay, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in presence of him. He had started to woolgather up new estimation for satiating this impressive Caucasian woman.

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

It had started like most years, a daily bathe with the village women in the river. Many had grown used to the spate of the naked white cleaning woman, but the elder cleaning lady still enjoyed some closelipped contact with Dee though a little more underground of belated. Her finger's breadth would poke into between Dees legs under H2O and usually ended with her fingers knuckle deep in her cunt. Dee enjoyed this too so did nothing to discourage her, besides it was a lovely warm up to the main upshot 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 happen. They beckoned Dee to come after them and they walked into the jungle away from the Greenwich Village until they came to another little clearing that Dee hadn't seen before.

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

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to make me watch out them slaughter it. Dee couldn't abide animal cruelty of any sort and the mentation of what was going to find filled her with disgust.

Two of the adult female went into the pen and insisted that Dee follow 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 sign 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 leg 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 acute and Dee could feel his snout pushing and probing her lips and she realised she was wet and her slit was parting.

Oh god what is happening to me, she thought to herself. Not only have I been enjoying this first-rate sexual life-style, but now I'm getting turned on by a pig. She moaned quietly at the attention her cunt was enjoying, when some men arrived with a small tabular array on pegleg and they put it in the middle of the pen. She also noticed that the tribal chief 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 women insisted that Dee get under the tabular array on all quaternity - it did take one of the women to demo before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee line for Dee or more importantly the place where this delicious sex musk was coming from and briefly continue nuzzling her wet cunt back talk again.

One of the women then picked up the pigs'battlefront branch and put them on the tabular array, so it supported its weighting. The Dee felt a goad at her backside and realised it was the sloven cock looking for an opening. The woman felt under the pig and took its cock in her hand and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet cunt. Then she felt it….it wasn't a battering ram but rather a spiral gist. The cock screwing around and back as it delved further into her twat. She had never felt anything like it but oh god it felt grand. The pig was enjoying it too as he grunted ever louder in what seemed same grunts of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprise didn't layover there though. As she felt the pig pump copious amount of money of cum inside her, she could feel her neck being probed energetically and then its cock pushed inside it and gushed what seemed ilk pints of cum in her womb.

She let out a sidesplitter of pain and pleasure, botheration at the hook effect of the pig cock opening her neck, but delight at the feeling of this tender 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 feel it slide out of her little by piffling. She was dreary to intend it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she wrong. She had the most acute sexual experience of her life to date and that was saying something considering these conclusion few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her yap, she realised she was incredibly full of pig cum and she could find it erupt from her cunt with some forcefulness. The onlookers had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the chief had been lofty of his white cleaning woman 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 fours, he knelt behind her and thrust his rock surd cock into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to have sex being his shtup striver and his hammer worked its magic on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

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

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