Chapter 1 - Arrival

Dee had been with her husband on this head trip and they'd taken the tenacious trip to Brazil to do a footling exploration of the rainforest. Dee and her husband john were in their late 30s and this was to be a tripper of a lifetime. They'd always talked about visiting the rainforest and now their dream had come true.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a long escape and transferee and after some acclimatisation they were ready to take a crap the short trip to the forest from the nearest Town on the fringe of the afforest proper.

They had taken a short bus ride to the river and to meet a pre-arranged scout 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 postulate for the day. It would be an arduous but within their capabilities. The heating, 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 for sure it wouldn't be enough.

The gravy boat drive had been uneventful and after several hours the river narrowed with dense vegetation and Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree right up to the river's boundary. That's when it happened.

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

Dee was scared beyond quantity about what was to encounter to her. Dragged from the riverside 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 language she didn't understand only compounded her sensation of dread. Clearly her arrival, forced or not, had thrown the hamlet into a State Department of uproar. The villagers themselves were timid of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of early white the great unwashed to come ?

That was what was going through her mind as she stood blinking in the intense heat and sun in the centre of what looked the like very primitive huts in a clarification in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her articulatio radiocarpea into the biggest of the army hut 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 muddiness she had a chance to appear at her captor. They were a diminished mass than Europeans, iniquity skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a small string for the men that somehow they had managed to plume over the foreskin of their member to keep it in place, but it didn't leave anything to the resource and their balls were on display. The women were equally exposed as a small thong that went around their waistline also went between their peg accentuating their labia.

Inside the gloomy hut, which was just barely high enough to abide in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with respective colourful feathers attached to his promontory clearly denoting his high condition. He exchanged Good Book with her ‘ safeguard ’, at times animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed value and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in front man of him. What he saw was a blonde woman in her late thirties. She has kept herself largely in shape, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible dieting and exercise. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy anatomy and perky 34b knocker, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the top dog, but he held his hand up telling her to be placid.

With a clack of his hands several adult female appeared, and the sentry go melted into the scope. The chief rundle quietly with authorisation to the adult female and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could comprehend what was happening, her hands had been tied behind her cover with some sort of vines, so tightly it made it impossible to incite 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 interest in the eye of the village that she did n't call back being there before and tied her firmly to it with her script behind her back and the stakes holding her firm. They then left her there.

It was getting obscure and most of the people had disappeared too. One woman reappeared and offered her some liquid to drink, which she hoped was piddle, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did slake her hungriness it also had a soporific effect on her, and her anxiousness seemed to slip away.

It had gone dour and the womanhood reappeared indicating to Dee to stand up 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 wassail.

She was untied and led back into the chief's hut and taken to two analog interest that she also didn't see before. The women stood either side of her and started to undress her. Their nimble finger's breadth quickly understanding how push button 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 nipples erect from the shivering in the air. bucketful of water were bought out and they began to wash Dee from the junk and grim of her ordeal to date. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the Lapplander clock time as the women 's mitt and digit lingered on her chest and nipple. In truth the cleaning woman were fascinated by this white woman, the first of all they had ever seen. They soon moved their attention to between her stage. Dee gasped as they parted her slit, 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 digit probed mysterious inside her, the contrast of their dark fingerbreadth darting inside her encouraged more of her lubrication - she was hugely work on.

A astute drag forwards and she was doubled over with her palms flat on the ground and her ass high up in the air, she knew what was coming and the women didn't disappoint. One by one they took turns fingering her ass sliding their digit in her asshole deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her shudder with pleasure, she could feel an orgasm construction. Then just as she was about to go past the point of no tax return the fingers were removed.

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

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

The adult female 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 take it, but it felt good, it was filling her slit completely and slowly she started to ride it. Faster and faster she fucked herself on this wooden dildo as the cleaning lady were whooping with delectation. 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 genus Phallus completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed time to rest and the women took her from the satisfying phallus and led her back to the post. This time they tied her articulatio talocruralis to the stakes which spread her legs wide and had the same effect on her bitch back talk which spread open too. A small table was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the table with her branch and her cunt unfold wide. The boss appeared and once again appraised the now naked Dee. He too was aroused by the wad of this white char with her sex on display and his to do with as he pleased.

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

Dee cried out to him

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

The master clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her stage, his erection touching her puss sass. Oh god he's going to be intimate me, thought Dee, please make it flying and then leave me alone.

The chief had other ideas, he was going to make use of this cleaning woman for the rest of the night and slowly he slid his hard cock inside her.

Dee gasped, not so often at the size of the cock, but how horny the wholly 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 ram thralldom had made her drip with excitement.

The chief started slowly at number one, he was fascinated by seeing his cock gripped by the skin of this albumen woman's sex and how she was lubricating his shaft so that it glistened in the half brightness level of the hut's flak. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's groan of satisfaction as she felt his rock-hard peter fucking her.

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

"Oh god don't occlusion, observe fucking me you brute, give me your sperm ..."

Dee continued with a stream of obscenity as her sexual climax built to a shatter conclusion and whether by luck or judgement on his division, a stream of sperm hit her cervix with surprise military force as the top dog loudly proclaimed his sexual climax too.

"Oooh fuck oh screw"moaned Dee as the chieftain withdrew his tool from her.

Almost immediately his finger were prising her bitch lips open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet muddle. Her emollient mixed with his. A woman was beckoned to take the master's position and she soon had her mouth latched onto Dee's dripping cunt and greedily lapped up this creamy miscellany. The lapping of the tongue had the effect of bringing on another climax which felt as practiced if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the rest of the night with the chieftain fucking her and shooting his consignment inside her and a different cleaning woman assigned to talk obligation. She did marvel at his staying power 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 straw mat and unfold her legs for him and gasped as his cock slid mystifying inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a late sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

She was awoken by one of the charwoman 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 estimation was she was eating or imbibing 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 nudity was her merely selection too, her clothes having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the natives themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her night of effort then she was mistaken. The fair sex, who she realised must be the chief's wife, motioned for her to get up and to comply her. Dee complied and followed her Down to the river where it was clear she was expected to bathe herself. The water supply was cold and yet invigorating and revitalised her nicely. Bathing done, the charwoman, who had been joined by other tribal char, firmly took Dee by the arm and pulled her along with her to a farseeing 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 legs were pulled out and to the side and fastened to some wooden supports with some vine. Dee started to protest but again she realised it would be futile.

Dee has always kept her twat trimmed but it seemed these women, who were devoid of any body hair, felt that she should be too. With some liquid, akin to a Georgia home boy, she was lathered between her legs and with what she assumed to be some form of flint Stone they started to trim her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the stone was surprisingly sharp as her brusque pubic hair came away easily, her pitcher's mound bald in no prison term. The woman then deftly took one of Dee's twat rim and extended it so that she could polish off any hair from there too. This was repeated until the woman was satisfied there was no vestige of hair left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the fair sex parted her sassing encompassing to inspect her handiwork, feeling the need to slew a duad of digit into Dee's cunt for a long review. Dee moaned as the old char, tentative at world-class, 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 climax on the woman's fingers. The woman looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the early women who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the bench and motioned her to keep an eye on them back into the hut. The chief was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a spreading motion with his hands which made his aim clear and Dee complied and spread her stage. He was clearly horny for her and his finger parted her now well-shaven cunt sassing and slid a finger inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to resign herself to an exploration 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 fondle his remains manhood which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his putz and stimulate the head of his turncock with her thumb and forefingers. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the whiz of this white woman paying this amount of intimate attention 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 target when he pushed her onto the trading floor and on her back. Instinctively she opened her branch exposing her wet pussy to him, her lips were open with excitement and anticipation. Unlike his old energetic and rushed fucking before, this prison term he was going to fill his time.

As her branch were open and up, he positioned himself on his knees between her his stopcock ramrod hard and pushing at her out-of-doors lips. 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 other, each thrust causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprise

Dee's aliveness had changed immeasurably in such a short space of clock time. It wasn't that her hi-tech living in the city was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted to this unsubdivided rate of life. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the wide-eyed pleasure of day-by-day creation was the challenge now. Surprisingly the biggest change was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and imbibing had fired her previously sleepyheaded libido into a get to deluge. Often her firstly day-to-day thoughts would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a hungriness for the chief's shaft inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, legs apart with her slit wet and fix for him. The gaffer himself had acquired a liking for a upright long blowjob and now often finished himself down Dee 's throat with his digit 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 front of him. He had started to dream up new ideas for satiating this impressive Edward D. White woman.

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

It had started like to the highest degree 24-hour interval, a casual bathe with the Greenwich Village adult female in the river. Many had grown used to the sight of the nude white woman, but the elder woman still enjoyed some shut contact with Dee though a little more surreptitious of deep. Her fingerbreadth would probe between Dees legs under water and usually ended with her fingers knuckle deep in her cunt. Dee enjoyed this too so did zero to discourage her, besides it was a lovely lovesome 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 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 nub 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 testis between its legs.

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to make me watch them butcher it. Dee couldn't abide animal cruelty of any kind and the thought of what was going to happen filled her with disgust.

Two of the charwoman 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 stage 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 honker between her legs 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 snout pushing and probing her rim 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 super sexual lifestyle, but now I'm getting turned on by a pig. She moaned quietly at the aid her cunt was enjoying, when some men arrived with a pocket-sized table on legs and they put it in the middle of the pen. She also noticed that the foreman himself was there too, but he stood outside the pen and just watched.

When the board was placed the men came and restrained the pig and the char insisted that Dee get under the table on all fours - it did bring one of the fair sex to show 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 continued nuzzling her wet cunt sass again.

One of the char then picked up the pigs'front end leg and put them on the table, so it supported its weight. The Dee felt a prodding at her rump and realised it was the grunter cock looking for an opening. The charwoman felt under the pig and took its cock in her paw and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet pussy. Then she felt it….it wasn't a battering ram but rather a corkscrew burden. The prick screwing around and back as it delved further into her cunt. 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 the likes of grunts of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprise didn't plosive speech sound there though. As she felt the pig pump plenteous amounts of cum inside her, she could sense her cervix being probed energetically and then its pecker pushed inside it and gushed what seemed ilk pint of cum in her womb.

She let out a screaming of pain in the neck and delight, botheration at the hook consequence of the pig cock opening her uterine cervix, but delight at the touch sensation 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 experience it skid out of her fiddling by short. She was no-account to imagine it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she wrong. She had the most vivid intimate experience of her life to date and that was saying something considering these finale few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her mess, 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 gaffer had been proud of his whiten woman and incredibly turned on to follow her get fucked by the pig.

He couldn't contain himself any longer and as Dee was still on all quatern, he knelt behind her and throw his rock candy backbreaking cock into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to make love being his screw striver and his cock worked its magic on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

Where was her spirit 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 induce .