N'Konga

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

It was not unexpected but doubtlessly unwelcome, a steel of Damacles hanging over my little idyll as I ruled over my own Village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and womanhood and a huge bit of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap twelvemonth really, but a childhood as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire mining village playing with machinery and a point in Politics had set me up nicely for an sequester settlement with a flush it water pump, in fact not one but three failed weewee pump, one gas powered in full moon working fiat but no petrol, a confidential information heart, with no winding, and an old lever action heart with a broken lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming white charger like a medeval knight but in a Bell Helicopter with some BASIC tools and a few sacks of food aid.

They thought I was the christ, all I did was expurgate the wind pump shaft by two dozen pes sections, dismantle the tug and make a dyad of handles so they could walk round and round and pump the water up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching cruddy water from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life changing.

Of course I should birth declined all the tributes offered, it was just the large-hearted body of work I was supposed to do but I was Whitney Young, it 's no apology 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 charge my satellite phone when I left it on and flattened the electric battery, so I made the best of it in an area economic aid had yet to reach.

The N'Konga kindred had fought among themselves for multiplication, the drawing card seldom surviving for a year, his promises failing and sealing his fortune as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to extradite so in many ways it was a relief for them to propose me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to claim a wife from each of the three main kinfolk but it was no hardship, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a single moving and entirely meaningless ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal names were unquotable, certainly I could n't get my lingua around them, but we soon had a not bad rapport ontogenesis, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by early concerned fathers of female child reaching marriageable age and so my household had grown to six married woman Daisy, Eve and buttocks having joined me in married bliss and fairly soon the jut of their abdomen was an indication six child would soon fall in them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded coming back to civilisation was imminent as the Charity inspection team liveried chopper was upon us.

The gong Jet Texas Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` briny Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friends to take form a guard duty of award, with their spears held at the side which actually looked passably aggressive and I waited for the examiner to descend.

We must consume looked very dreadful, myself as chief quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed President Bush hat unresolved cervix shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and file and Khaki underdrawers and iron heel and the adult female bare breasted wearing anything from a supergrass skirt through skimpy panty to a designer dress five size of it too diminished which Ann as my number one married woman somehow managed to contract into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupier was a woman, but when she opened the threshold and stepped out her ravisher was a shock to the system, nine month of black society had made me draw a blank how irresistible a honest skinned fair haired european girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of loveliness descended from the port incline passenger door.

I stared at her farsighted lightly tanned wooden leg stretching from her close Khaki shorts to her practical Khaki rush and at her modest european boob tightening the framework of her blind drunk tweed blouse, such a contrast to my kin womens Brobdingnagian liberal swinging udders.

'' Mr Warren Gamaliel Harding, '' she queried as I stepped forward, `` I 'm Grace apprisal, from UniChar SA ? '' she announced, `` I think your inspection is somewhat overdue. ``

'' Welcome to my humble village, '' I replied, `` Please may I insert my wives, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in routine, `` And Daisy, Eve and Fanny. ``

'' howdy, '' she said, `` I 'm Grace, Grace notification ''

'' They do n't speak practically English yet, we 're mainly French verbalizer here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to know ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the edge of our Village where the galvanised sword roofing plane of the wooden framed mud brick houses shone like mirrors in the blaze sun.

'' Where the gaffer is for one thing, '' she said.

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

'' Oh, that 's most second, 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 aristocratic eyes somehow icily severe, `` I can tell 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 dwelling, easily the enceinte in the Village with two floors and a response room large enough for the whole clan to squeeze into.

We went upstairs to my way, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a saucy desk, I made it myself, in fact I built most of the house and did nearly all the workplace on my elbow room, it was quite a smart room, I just about wore out the Ellen Price Wood plane planing the timber to panel out the mud brick walls so apart from no windows and no ignitor it was as beneficial as most garden sheds `` Do you throw the accounting ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden chairman I had made and Ann stood behind her.

'' for sure ! '' I agreed and handed it to her.

'' There 's no incoming. '' she said.

'' No transaction, '' I agreed, `` We trade, ''

'' But Mr Harding, am I to understand you are having intimate liaisons with aborigine ? '' she said.

'' I have six wives yes, '' I agreed

'' You 're an creature ! '' she snapped, and reached forward as if to come to me, but Ann was too flying for her and dragged her back into her hot seat by her hanker blonde hair.

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

'' Being raw to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am foreman, more like Town Clerk than potentate, and according to tribal tradition I have a bit of wife. ``

'' It 's against all the ruler, '' she said, `` I shall have to report this, ''

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

'' No, we heard written report of a magnanimous native canoe being seen on the N'Konga river. '' she said.

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the feller to build a pair hull so the Crocs ca n't turn it over so well-to-do. ``

'' But they have traditions, custom we must maintain, '' she exlplained as if I was some form of cretin. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I did Politics, 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 Texas Ranger engines spooling up.

'' Sounds like he wants to leave behind, '' I suggested, and as the thudding increased I realised he was actually leaving.

'' No, for idol sake, '' Grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the stairs, ( Which I built ) and ran for the Bell, `` Saint John the Apostle, waiting ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down master street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' St. John the pilot 's voice boomed from a loudspeaker system under the nose, `` But we ca n't have you reporting back to London, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed going away, only to swoop low again and switch out her backpack.

'' Get on the Radio ! '' saving grace squealed.

'' What receiving set ? '' I replied, `` Why do you think I 've been stuck here so long. ``

It was an sticky situation, completely unexpected, but a few things became clear, such as it was n't an superintendence that my artificial satellite phone Photo cellphone was missing fromm my kit and I was sure we travelled south due east not south west to the Village when I came originally, and when gracility said a unlike figure for the Village where we had been left I knew it was no chance event that we had been dumped here.

'' They 've been selling supplies, '' she said, `` Having social function with. '' she stopped, `` Just like you ! ``

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

'' You unintelligent bitch ! '' I said, and this fourth dimension she did hit me and this fourth dimension Bea and prat dragged her off me.

'' They 'll come looking for me ! '' Grace exclaimed hopefully.

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

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

'' Where ? '' I asked, `` I do n't know the way out, there 's rapids ten international nautical mile south so we ca n't get downstream in a sauceboat easily, there 's shallow and a three way fork in the river to the Union, it 's not tardily. ``

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

'' No I do n't and do n't be so disrespectful, I 'm chief remember, be a bit deferent, just fake it ok. ''

'' prevaricator ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't have to hear to this, '' I told her, `` You want to walk, you walk. '' and I just turned away and went back to my house.

I had been sitting down for ten arcminute when I heard Grace shouting, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my primed Whitney Young lad surrounding blessing trying to score her and she was finding it something of a culture shock, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscles rippled from rowing and digging, and they had n't realised that state of grace was n't used to gentlemen in grass skirts showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to benefit her favours.

She should deliver been in seventh heaven with a choice of three eight inch pricks a seven and two sextet on offering but she was too dullard 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 birth to get used to it until you marry. ``

'' They want to, Oh ! '' she said as she realised I was unconcerned.

'' You do speak French people, '' 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 guest room in my mansion supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had better stay there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal lore said Edgar Guest were welcome for a week and a day, so state of grace was waited on like royalty by my wife for the get-go couple of Clarence Shepard Day Jr. while grace worked away on her reckoner, recharging it from a neat Solar jury as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my buck private sewer and generally lived like a queer, but on the third day with Eve as chaperone I broached the subject area of the eight day rule.

'' Tribal regulation suggest guest may stay a week, but if they want to stay longer they must fall in our smart set. '' I said.

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

'' A man must get in a Zebra or Crocodile to eat while a young woman. '' I explained.

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

'' No '' I explained `` In your case you need to observe a husband, as you see there are no one woman of nestling armorial bearing 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 alternative, I ca n't let you catch some Z's under my cap beyond seven Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I 'm meritless. '' I explained, `` It 's not funfair to my wives. ``

'' Those wildcat ! '' 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 penury to be mean, '' I told saving grace, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wives. ``

'' But they 're savages, they walk around one-half naked ! '' Grace complained.

'' Grace, unless you find a husband in the next four day you will be paraded au naturel through the settlement and kept tied up in the corral until somebody will involve you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to grab a Zebra or Croc. ``

'' Do n't be stupid. '' she said.

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and womanhood, a girlfriend belongs to her male parent, the cleaning lady to her husband, so at firstly period she is stripped defenseless and the founder takes her clothes and it is for the husband to clothe her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruation ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' well, in hypothesis, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent people, usually the miss finds her chap but just occasionally a Padre needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is uncommitted and to bury her pipe dream. ''

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

'' You 're under my roof, '' I explained, `` That makes me your beginner, so I shall have to dispose of your things I suppose. ``

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

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

'' Oh god, '' she said, `` You 're joking right ? ``

'' And I bet you believe in equivalence, '' I snarled, `` except when it comes to you, you think because you 're T. H. White you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

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

'' egg white marriage, I rest my eccentric. '' I joked, I should n't take joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four days ? '' she said, `` To select a married man ? ``

'' For a husband to prefer you as a married woman, '' I explained, `` he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be unfinished breasted like the other girls so he sees your nipples stiffen and really you should show how wet you are for him. maybe a Grass annulus or just a big wet patch on your step-in if you 're shy. ``

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

'' Well they have to record their rooster, '' I explained, `` and that can be humiliating if they are on the small side of meat ! ``

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

'' No, deadly grave, '' I said, `` the only other option are to leave or become a Tribal slave. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

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

'' unspoiled than being forced to own sex with a savage. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

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

'' Oh, '' she said.

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

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the option, no hysteria, just calm contemplation.

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

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

'' Then I suppose, '' she said and her resolve broke and she started crying, `` I wanted a white wedding, '' she said.

'' Then do a parade, the girls will ready you, '' I said as I saw my wives hovering jealously in the background.

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some instructions and as figure one married woman she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded blessing and moved her into their quiescency quarters and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a button at a sentence an inch at a time but every move Grace made to resist they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of dress lay on the bed.

I had a dim-witted leather garrotter and when I judged the clock time right I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't further if you wear my catch, '' I suggested and my finger trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolical Tribal hard worker arrest around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and diminutive whiteness panties, barefoot now, strangely pink against my coal black skinned seraglio, and the girls ushered her from the house.

'' My god, it 's like being a native, '' she gasped, `` Oh nether region. '' 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 blot out her white meat and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her coat of arms I slipped a simple leather strap around her wrists and tied her hands 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 shock when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my hand to guide me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be certain nix would go wrong as seemliness realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed musclemen moved in to check her charms.

They were reticent at initiative as if afraid to touch on, but then they became bolder and Sir Thomas More and More eager, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse iniquity fingers through her long golden hair to checking the firmness of her bland well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret berth beneath the furry Down of her fine golden pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my middle, eagerly pawed at Grace until despite everything her pathetic pap strained and her sex glistened and seep moisture and her resolution melted as rapidly as any uneducated indigen fille as groping and stimulation triggered the lust that lurked unsuspected deep in her nous.

More and more citizenry gathered as the good afternoon turned to early evening and the word bed covering that the white girl was being paraded for union, I watched in amusement as seemliness finally realised that here she was just the Same as any early female, all the reverence she had become used to as a educatee and a white woman had been swept away and she knew equality and she realised she did n't like it.

I had n't dared warn her of the Tribal impost, because I had to be seen to treat he fairly as if she were just another stray spare female who had joined our little community, rather than as something especial, but she was about to find out.

The collar meant she must not be married without the owner 's consent, and as she wore my apprehension that meant my consent, but it did n't mean no one must concern, only that they must n't actually have full sex with her, foreplay was alright and indeed expected, and the softness of her mouth and the lightsomeness of her tongue and the flexibility of her pharynx were all matter to be explored by her suitors.

I had to warn her, `` Grace, '' I said carefully so that she understood, `` We will break-dance your teeth f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' fellatio, the men will want to see how good you are at giving head and. '' I paused.

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' How dependable you are at Anal. '' I said.

'' No way ! '' she wailed, but she had run out of choices as firm dark skinned hands gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

'' We have no STDs or financial aid, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own daughter love their parades, they love the attention, '' I said.

Her Anus cause entertainment, night against her bonny skin, a tiny rumple embrown bud seemingly far too tiny to sink an eight inch penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch member slipped off each time her test to stuff at her, and her endeavour to kick him cue me of a pedigreed airstream sawbuck trying to avert being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few attempt contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack while squashing her titty and crushing her nipples, she hated every second, his caresses his breath on her neck, his member against her but mainly the way her nipples throbbed, slit moistened until her juice ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eye bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy freight over Grace 's elegant back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his boneheaded creamy cum up on his finger and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the bantam brown bud until it seemed to spread like the petals of an exotic flower to break the pleasure of her tight drab playing period chute.

N'Konga tribe never had babies in the hot season, so from November through January the charwoman had to use their belittled orifice to please their men, and through C and 1000 of twelvemonth of development the local Tribes and evolved cushy full anal retentive lip easily able to hold the tumid stopcock without trouble, while poor Grace with her miserly European orifice was sadly deficient when it came to this necessary function.

N'Balaskin stretched the peel of her buttocks taut pulling her orifice open as he gradually workedmore and Thomas More cum into her as lubricant before his friend and rival Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her foundation as Timonarus forced his long but supple black Hydra into grace of God 's tight virgin ass inch by agonize in, but the screams were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi punishing penis to Graces sweet rima oris and held her buttock so she could n't bend away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hands held her nose and laughingly pried her oral fissure open so N'Balaskin could force himself past her tooth and cryptic into her throat.

goodwill had become expert with her back talk at University, where a puff job was standard currency for a nighttime out or a meal, even serve with an grant, but not filthy Black person cocks, those were freshly showered and rap and much, a good deal shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hump her mouth in metre Timonarus 's thrusts into her ass, her intellect exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated virtuoso.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a bit lading within minutes nearly choking grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his filthy appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal custom the girl was expected to keep her indorse passage, which the Tribal language translated as Play sloping trough or junior-grade vagina, clean and set up for use at all times.

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

She hated herself, not for the mortification, her tacit sufferance of her intervention, her failure to fight, but for the fact she was now desperate for a hammer, 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 hands rapidly pistoning cock sent to her vagina through the thin walls of her ass enclosed space were making her yearn for something to fill the aching void of her kitty-cat and solace her now frantic clitoris.

My girls knew something of how poor Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the cornet, one of many car horn, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their turn to log Z's with me, but this was `` The car horn '' an antelope cornet taken from a hanker dead beast but a horn which had lost much of its longsighted shrewd end and had instead healed over to take form a beautifully round down end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving stump of the trunk of a scrawny Akainsta tree diagram which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived legal instrument of torture, and the missy scraped away the mud around the base of the tree until the trump was at exactly the right height or so they judged so as to send grace of God wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind Grace, his sinewy pubes twitched just once to broadcast his mighty shaft deep into saving grace 's tormented intestine and then he pounded her with short speedy thrusts like an animal, his coal black skin quite unknown to her soft pinko beauty.

Grace meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's penis, licking even around his testicle as he shafted her throat as his erection expanded once more, 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 quick to let her slump, until standing on tip toe the light bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the Stump they could see that their calculation were wrong so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree where free grace bare ft would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The rounded horny boss nuzzled Graces Henry Sweet pink frown sassing and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided blessing over the knob, grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the girls lowered her pile. Grace gasped as she found the French horn filled her completely even when she found the footing with her invertebrate foot and raised herself as high as she could, the car horn still filled and the only substitute cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight unit on his erection.

hundred of civilisation now fell away as state of grace struggled for her baffling orgasm, everything in her being hum except her pitiful miss clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to get on the orgasmic commonwealth of transport which she craved and now she stood like a bilk doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, ready to accept the world-class brave to offer her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal traditional knowledge said no food for thought or boozing could be offered until a whirl had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere cyprian and not a serious wife.

'' What will I do when the white men get her and my children away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't volunteer good will a situation as junior wife in his little harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first dark, and as the darkness fell my girls took her down and let her lie down and catch some Z's on their sleeping accommodation floor, and then when she woke they denied her requests for food for thought and water supply and took her again to the Horn and guided her down, this time they tied a leash to her apprehension as well to hold in her down.

grace of God squirmed on her post, the cum cascading down her pharynx sated her thirst but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely worried but it was just her period and as laid down in the unwritten Tribal laws we had to admit her down.

She was so weak that I had the girls take her inside, where she lay sweating on the mud floor until the mud stained her fairish skin to a filthy golden tan.

The time had passed for marriage when the bleeding stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had province, but Grace could n't see that. Still she clung to her musical theme of western sandwich superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace 's apparel and giving them to other tribes people and she was the last to eat from our cooking pot she started to learn.

She was n't my wife, she had to learn so I had Wagnanga our most proficient bone carver make grace of God a comforter, a piece of femur from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held good will down long enough for Wahananga to inclose between good will 's sweet purulent lips and mysterious into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced grace of God twat lips and passed lean strips of antelope hide through them and on through the maw in the bone and sewed them tight until her confection lips were clamped tight around the protruding cornet while still leaving a midget hole for her to bleed through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared seemliness 's clit with a bone needle and attached first a Au ring and then a medallion to fall from her clit.

She stared at me, `` Why '' she asked again but I turned away and asked Ann to excuse Grace 's new position to her.

I suggested blessing be set to work pumping piss walking round and circle endlessly pushing the long lever tumbler which worked the ticker but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said state of grace kept having orgasms from the osseous tissue inside her vagina and the medallion on her clitoris but I knew she was just lazy from eld of idleness at university, so I had someone whip her every sentence she stopped, Bea whipped seemliness one morning but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with Grace 's changeless needs to hold back and rest.

We put her on latrine duty at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash the drug user with wet sponge like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the Sweet weewee ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was clumsy, often she would tickle the workforce penises making them set up and then she would have to service them with her mouth or ass causing a queue to form and there were charge, 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 room in my house, it worked like a well oiled car already, all I really wanted was a dog to make the bucolic nail, but instead I had this bitch.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted state of grace for his wife, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her low tit and pasty unhealthy pink coloration, I discussed putting her on the cornet again but the girls did n't cerebrate it a good idea, and complained constantly that gracility ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the little girl would rag Grace when she tried to tattle, she could n't seem to stop talking no subject how many clock time Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny branch and her back was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide strip show of leather about two foundation long and three inches long and cut a expansion slot in it at the mid pointedness about an inch and a half extensive and a quartern of an inch high, then she gathered the other married woman and as they held grace of God down and wedged her mouth open with little stick they teased thanksgiving tongue through the hole in the strap and secured it behind her head teacher, so she could eat, tope and founder head but not babble out anymore.

Of trend Grace tried to buck it off so we cuffed her work force behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the fire most evenings, the female child tried to to surpass each other as they prepared the evening meal, and we all made sure we left some to put in a bowl for Grace who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an creature except her long blonde hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the fille shave and oil grace of God head, saying she would die of sunstroke !

It was then we realised Grace 's low breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such petite by their touchstone, pear shape C cup breasts provide for a hungry Thomas Young N'konga ?

We had to assist poor free grace so as a first step I had the girls bind thin antelope hide leather strap around Graces chest above and below her boob, wide shoulder strap which they sewed in place 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 strap, round and bout until her breast reared improbably and then again when sewed in seat they soaked the bindings and let them contract, Grace could n't protest, but her titty swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her breasts would turn mortified but while they went dark initially they soon became pinkish again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her nipples now seemed almost permanently stimulated and erect.

I got into the habit of taking Grace with me when I went to curb the works the N'Konga were doing, a longsighted wall along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily attack our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronzed soot black warriors extended the roadblock simply by using the rocks and interlocking them like the dry gemstone walls of home.

The heart for the groundwater pee well worked well, turned by one or two people walking endlessly around it supplied more fresh water than we needed, and under my pedagogy the sign of the zodiac were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated blade roofs and timber frames and bricks made of parched mud.

saving grace had nada to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some solar day I put a leash on her collar and took her with me as I toured the sites, she did n't like it at start, but when she realised I would stop when she needed to she came to accept that role and would tolerate patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

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

'' You 're getting fat old missy ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised saving grace 's corporation was no long flat tire and hefty either, so that night when we had finished our evening meal I hauled Grace in front man of us and demanded, `` Are you fraught ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My wives 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 search down and never at me her master key, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

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

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

'' Grace will tell you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the initiative meter in calendar month I looseed the leather strap around Grace 's tongue and let her speak.

thanksgiving could n't mouth at first, her tongue was swollen, but I left her for a while and eventually she found her voice.

'' I missed two periods, '' she said.

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

'' Yours ! '' she said.

'' thanksgiving, you know very well I have never touched you. '' I challenged.

'' No, '' she said.

'' bid me master, Bwana, My lord, something respectful. '' I insisted, `` And untie her hands soul. ``

'' They did it my Godhead, '' gracility said sadly, `` With a little spoon like stick, with your cum, ''

'' Did you ? '' I asked, and six heavily pregnant ebony skinned dish blushed, `` How and why ? '' I continued.

prat blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the chief dies or is beaten all the chief 's wives except one, become the new chief 's wives. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not decide, we are all friend so if the Chief 's slave is the chief married woman also then we can all stay. '' she said.

Grace added, `` When you fuck them they rush down and use a footling stick to outdo cum out ot themselves and force it into me. ``

'' And who exactly do you pop the question as the new boss ? '' I asked.

They looked awkward, `` We can not resolve. ``

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at honey. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and grow jealous. ``
My ego form of crumple and lay fatally wounded in my bang, `` but you have done great affair for us, we are grateful but we will need substantial son as well as clever one, '' Eve continued.

'' Fine, '' I agreed, `` We 'll experience an election. ``

'' But tradition is for a fight to the last or until the old chieftain capitulation. '' she explained.

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

'' erection ? '' she asked.

'' Every N'Konga chooses, and the one who is chosen by near N'Konga is chief. '' I explained carefully `` And then I teach him or he how I do matter 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 married woman, the others are the new Chiefs married woman. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet girl, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my eyes when I screwed her and dreamed it was Charlotte church building, or Marilyn Norma Jean Baker 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 header nodded in unison. `` Then you better find me another married woman. ``

'' But you must conjoin Grace, '' Ann said pointedly, `` She bears you child. ``

'' So, Grace, will you conjoin me ? '' I asked.

'' I do n't really consume a alternative do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new chief 's slave, a hard decision '' she said, sarcastically.

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

'' But Bwana President Harding, we had a wedding, not the N'Konga union, '' 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 female child publicly, on the rock in the Town square, it was n't proper wedding ceremony but for the Word of big house it was all they could afford.

They dragged Grace away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my case until I found a discolorise white shirt, which went with my suit, which figured Grace could bear, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my banker's bill on Grace 's laptop I heard the girlfriend bringing good will back.

I could n't believe it they had braided Graces gorgeous golden hair, it looked atrocious, absolutely appalling, but it did n't matter, `` The N'Konga are waiting, '' Celia warned.

'' Come here, '' I ordered and I held my mitt out to blessing, she came closer and I reached out for my craftsmanship knife, and carefully snipped the lean strips of leather holding the objet d'art of ivory into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her consternation I took my plyers and snipped the gold ring through her clit.

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

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

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

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her exterior, the entirely village seemed to have 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 assuage with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the last affair I planned, after calendar month of walking around with a lump of solidness bone in her vagina I doubted she would even feel me inside her.

'' You 're beautiful, '' I lied.

'' prevaricator, I look like a monster, '' she explained, `` But thanks. '' and she turned to me, `` You will search after my sister wo n't you ? ``

'' Sure, you and the baby, '' I assured her, `` baby I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to suck my semi arduous cock, it sprang to care mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs extensive, she looked amazing as her cunt gaped obscenely and I really worried she would feel me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself right inside her, no messing about, she was so adulterate it was instant. I thought I could give birth shoved my orchis inside her as well she was so squashy, but after a brace of poking I felt her gripping me, `` admit 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 interested, but it seemed unknown that her skin and mine were the Sami colour, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her cutis was so soft against me, I had forgotten just how soft white girls were compared to the coarse skinned rough-cut haired aborigine girls and I pretty practically relaxed into good will 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few real hard thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, mind my baby, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our child ! '' she said, and she wrapped her legs fill out me `` Our baby ! '' 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 world was her matter, which to be honest I doubted.


She seemed bemused 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 medicine man blessing our union.

I asked if she took me for her hubby and she said `` Yes ! '' I even put her old clit closed chain on her finger.

She looked fox when I said `` With this ring I thee wed, '' or some such and then it was all over, the bunch dispersed. `` For gods sake do something with your hair. '' I ordered.

I led her interior, she seemed somehow unagitated, `` What now ? '' she asked.

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

She slapped my expression, `` God I 'm good-for-naught ! '' she apologised.

'' Look, just get writing, you have some Laptop battery left so record what you 're thinking. '' I suggested, and she stared.

'' That 's really thoughtful, '' she said, `` I will. ``

'' And do n't conceal it from me. ``

Grace worked away until the low battery admonition light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to find me sitting with the former wives, she looked for somewhere to sit with us but Ann suggested we should be alone so I took Grace to my way where I sat her down and started to undo her tightly braided haircloth, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

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

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

'' I want to go home, '' she said, `` But I do n't theorize. '' but I had my hand on her thigh and she knew when to intercept talking, her lean lips felt different to the thick African lips I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly willing, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her ramification to part her sugared low-pitched lips.

I eased my thumb inside her and worked on her engorged button with my digit, she gasped softly, her nipples were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the livid shirt I had let her borrow, and bent grass to gently kiss her breasts still a modest C cup perhaps but mild and sweet.

'' I 'll induce to find a new figure for you, '' I whispered.

'' Why, free grace starts with a G, '' she pointed out.

My former wife were kind to blessing, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and gracility variety of took over my intimately shirts to fatigue and after some trouble we had a new Chief, Aslan.

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

He seemed genuinely concerned, but I reassured him, what he did n't have it off was I had managed to recharge my earpiece from Grace 's solar control panel for her Laptop, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting wire fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the remote world.

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the morning following the election the clunk of a helicopter was heard once again and as an old Vanessa Stephen Huey set down just outdoor townsfolk so we were waiting with a undivided pillow slip and Grace 's Laptop and within a couple of bit we were swinging away across the plains leaving the village and the N'Konga far behind.

'' Miss telling, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the local administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace 's reaction startled me.

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

'' There 's no need to appease married if you do n't want to. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' I want you, '' she said and I thought what the blaze, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to perpetrate her shorts down, `` quit that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her shorts down for me, `` Better ? '' she asked.

She did n't declare back at all, she near ripped my tool right off me and could n't get me inside her fast decent, 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, `` Stephen, you were superb, you were absolutely brilliant. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no mention of bondage, I became your wife, block the slavery, 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 sure I 'll suppose of something, '' she said .