N'Konga

The cracking N'Konga river shimmered in the summer heat as it sluggishly ambled between unconscionable banks through the Robert Brown crisped grass of the summer plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wives to sleep with next when a distant thudding heralded the imminent arrival of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwelcome, a blade of Damacles hanging over my niggling pastoral as I ruled over my own settlement of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and women and a immense identification number of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap year really, but a childhood as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire mining Village playing with machinery and a degree in Politics had set me up nicely for an isolated small town with a flunk piddle pump, in fact not one but three failed water system pumps, one gasoline powered in wide-cut working ordination but no gasolene, a farting pump, with no wind, and an old lever tumbler action heart with a collapse lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming flannel battery charger like a medeval knight but in a bell shape helicopter with some basic tools and a few pouch of solid food aid.

They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was foreshorten the malarkey pump shaft by two twelve foot subdivision, dismantle the tower and make a pair of hold so they could walk one shot and round and pump the water up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching dirty water from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was lifetime changing.

Of course of action I should have declined all the tributes offered, it was just the sympathetic work I was supposed to do but I was unseasoned, it 's no self-justification but it 's my excuse, and I was only supposed to be there a hebdomad but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re charge my planet earphone when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the unspoilt of it in an area Aids had yet to reach.

The N'Konga tribe had fought among themselves for multiplication, the drawing card seldom surviving for a class, his promise failing and sealing his fate as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to deliver so in many ways it was a relief for them to offer me the function as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to take a married woman from each of the three main families but it was no severity, and indeed it was now almost nine month since I had married them in a undivided moving and entirely meaningless observance, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal names were unrepeatable, certainly I could n't get my tongue around them, but we soon had a great rapport growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned begetter of female child reaching marriageable age and so my household had grown to six married woman Daisy, Eve and Fanny having joined me in marital walking on air and fairly soon the excrescence of their venter was an indicant six tiddler would soon join them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded replication to civilization was impending as the Greek valerian inspection squad liveried chopper was upon us.

The Bell Jet Texas Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friend to form a guard of honour, with their spears held at the side which actually looked reasonably strong-growing and I waited for the examiner to descend.

We must accept looked very dire, myself as chief quite darkly tanned in my panoptic brimmed bush hat unfastened cervix shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and Khaki drawers and boots and the women bare breasted wearing anything from a Gunter Wilhelm Grass wench through skimpy step-in to a designer dress five sizes too little which Ann as my number one wife somehow managed to squeeze into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the whirlybird resident was a woman, but when she opened the door and stepped out her beauty was a shock to the arrangement, nine months of black caller had made me blank out how irresistible a fairly bark fair haired european missy really was, and I leered inappropriately as this visual modality of loveliness descended from the port wine side passenger door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned wooden leg stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her pragmatic Khaki boots and at her modest european breasts tightening the fabric of her tight Edward Douglas White Jr. blouse, such a contrast to my tribes womens huge free swinging udders.

'' Mr Warren Harding, '' she queried as I stepped forward, `` I 'm state of grace Telling, from UniChar SA ? '' she announced, `` I think your inspection is somewhat overdue. ``

'' Welcome to my menial village, '' I replied, `` Please may I introduce my wives, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in act, `` And Daisy, Eve and nates. ``

'' hi, '' she said, `` I 'm grace, Grace recounting ''

'' They do n't speak much English language yet, we 're mainly French loudspeaker system here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to know ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the sharpness of our settlement where the galvanised steel roofing sheets of the wooden framed mud brick houses shone like mirrors in the blaze sun.

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

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

'' Oh, that 's most irregular, can we talk somewhere private ? '' she asked.

'' Probably not, the missy will recollect we are having sex, '' I said.

'' Mr President Harding, '' she said frostily, her gentle center somehow icily severe, `` I can ensure 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 home, easily the enceinte in the Greenwich Village with two story and a response room large enough for the hale tribe to shove into.

We went upstairs to my room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a smart desk, I made it myself, in fact I built most of the house and did nearly all the oeuvre on my room, it was quite a chic elbow room, I just about don out the wood plane planing the timber to panel out the mud brick walls so apart from no Windows and no light it was as dependable as most garden sheds `` Do you have the accounts ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden chair I had made and Ann stood behind her.

'' Sure ! '' I agreed and handed it to her.

'' There 's no entry. '' she said.

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

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

'' I have six wife yes, '' I agreed

'' You 're an animal ! '' she snapped, and reached forward as if to strike me, but Ann was too fast for her and dragged her dorsum into her chair by her long blonde hair.

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

'' Being rude to Ann 's married man I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am headman, more like Ithiel Town Clerk than authoritarian, and according to tribal tradition I have a issue of wives. ``

'' It 's against all the rules, '' she said, `` I shall birth to account this, ''

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

'' No, we heard report card of a large indigen canoe being seen on the N'Konga river. '' she said.

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the chaps to build a twin hull so the Crocs ca n't change by reversal it over so prosperous. ``

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

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

'' How did you sleep with ? '' she asked.

'' I did n't, your posture maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few calendar month out here to discover not a couple of years partying your was through lectures. ``

'' 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 forest fire fighter engines spooling up.

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

'' No, for God sake, '' Grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the steps, ( Which I built ) and ran for the chime, `` John the Evangelist, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down main street with me following behind her..

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

'' Get on the Radio ! '' blessing squealed.

'' What radiocommunication ? '' I replied, `` Why do you retrieve I 've been stuck here so long. ``

It was an awkward position, completely unexpected, but a few affair became clear, such as it was n't an superintendence that my satellite telephone pic cadre was missing fromm my kit and I was sure we travelled south eastern United States not south western United States to the Village when I came originally, and when Grace said a different epithet for the Village where we had been left I knew it was no fortuity that we had been dumped here.

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

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

'' You stupid kick ! '' I said, and this clip she did hit me and this meter Bea and Fanny dragged her off me.

'' They 'll come looking for me ! '' saving grace exclaimed hopefully.

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

'' I 'll take the air ! '' she said.

'' Where ? '' I asked, `` I do n't do it the way out, there 's rapids ten miles south so we ca n't get downstream in a boat easily, there 's shallows and a three way fork in the river to the northward, it 's not easy. ``

'' 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 deferential, just misrepresent it ok. ''

'' Liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't sustain to listen 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 instant when I heard state of grace yelling, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my fittest young cranny surrounding Grace trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a refinement cushion, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscles rippled from rowing and digging, and they had n't realised that grace of God was n't used to gentlemen in grass skirts showing their fully engorged genitals in a bid to gain her favours.

She should have been in one-seventh heaven with a choice of three eight inch pricks a seven and two sixes on offer but she was too stupid 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 have to get used to it until you marry. ``

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

'' You do mouth French, '' 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 elbow room in my theater supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had better hitch there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal lore said Edgar Guest were receive for a workweek and a day, so state of grace was waited on like royalty by my married woman for the first couple of days while Grace worked away on her computer, recharging it from a corking Solar instrument panel as she worked.

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

'' Tribal rules suggest guests may detain a week, but if they want to ride out longer they must unite our society. '' I said.

'' rightfulness ? and what does that involve ? '' she asked.

'' A man must impart in a Zebra or Crocodile to eat while a little girl. '' I explained.

'' A female child must have sex the Chirf senseless am I right, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your caseful you need to rule a married man, as you see there are no single fair sex of small fry bearing age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

'' Then you must allow for. '' I said, `` But there is nowhere to go to. ``

'' I not prostituting myself, I 'd rather die. ``

'' That is the choice, I ca n't let you sleep under my ceiling beyond seven days, I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not middling to my wives. ``

'' Those wildcat ! '' she snapped, Eve knew enough side 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 want to be hateful, '' I told thanksgiving, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wives. ``

'' But they 're wolf, they walk around half bare ! '' Grace complained.

'' Grace, unless you find a husband in the side by side four mean solar day you will be paraded raw through the village and kept tied up in the cattle pen until someone will take you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to catch a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the passage between girlhood and muliebrity, a girl belongs to her father, the cleaning lady to her husband, so at foremost menstruation she is stripped defenseless and the founder takes her wearing apparel and it is for the husband to cloak her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruum ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' fountainhead, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are properly people, usually the girlfriend finds her beau but just occasionally a father needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is available and to forget her dreams. ''

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

'' You 're under my cap, '' I explained, `` That makes me your father, so I shall sustain to dispose of your thing I suppose. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I want to fulfill the right man and have a T. H. White wedding party. '' she said firmly.

'' Edward D. White wedding, I rest my cause. '' I joked, I should n't bear joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four mean solar day ? '' she said, `` To choose a husband ? ``

'' For a married man to choose you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will expect to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be bare breasted like the other girls so he sees your nipples stiffen and really you should usher how wet you are for him. maybe a grass annulus or just a big wet plot on your panties if you 're shy. ``

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

'' Well they have to show their cocks, '' I explained, `` and that can be humiliating if they are on the belittled slope ! ``

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

'' No, deadly serious, '' I said, `` the only other selection are to leave or turn a Tribal hard worker. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to conquer people from neighbouring kindred and keep them as hard worker, '' I said, `` I do n't recollect you 'd like that. ``

'' ripe than being forced to have sex with a savage. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

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

'' Oh, '' she said.

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

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the selection, no craze, just calm contemplation.

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

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

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

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

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some teaching and as number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded grace of God and moved her into their sleeping quarters and as they stood round they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a button at a time an inch at a time but every move Grace made to resist they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a big money of clothes lay on the bed.

I had a bare leather choker and when I judged the time right-hand I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't advance if you wear my collar, '' I suggested and my fingers trembled slightly as I buckled the emblematic Tribal slave collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and tiny tweed panties, barefoot now, strangely pink against my soot black skinned harem, and the lady friend ushered her from the house.

'' My god, it 's like being a aborigine, '' she gasped, `` Oh hell. '' 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 shroud her chest and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her 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 absorber when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my hand to lead me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be certainly nothing would go wrongfulness as Grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our bronzed musclemen moved in to check her charms.

They were reticent at low as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and more and more eager, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse iniquity fingers through her prospicient gold hair to checking the firmness of her prostrate well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist privy blank space beneath the furry pile of her fine favorable pubic hair.
grace of God gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my center, eagerly pawed at state of grace until despite everything her inadequate nipples strained and her sex glistened and oozed moisture and her firmness melted as rapidly as any uneducated native girl as groping and stimulation triggered the lust that lurked unsuspected oceanic abyss in her psyche.

More and more the great unwashed gathered as the afternoon turned to early even and the word spread that the Edward D. White girl was being paraded for wedlock, I watched in amusement as free grace finally realised that here she was just the same as any former female, all the veneration she had become used to as a student and a white char had been swept away and she knew par and she realised she did n't like it.

I had n't dared monish her of the Tribal customs, because I had to be seen to treat he fairly as if she were just another stray plain female person who had joined our piddling community, rather than as something special, but she was about to obtain out.

The collar meant she must not be married without the owner 's consent, and as she wore my leash that meant my consent, but it did n't mean no one must touch, only that they must n't actually ingest full phase of the moon sex with her, foreplay was fine and indeed expected, and the softness of her mouthpiece and the agility of her tongue and the flexibility of her pharynx were all matter to be explored by her suitors.

I had to discourage her, `` Grace, '' I said carefully so that she understood, `` We will relegate your teeth f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

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

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

'' No way ! '' she wailed, but she had run out of choice as house dark skinned manus gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

'' We have no Cupid's itch or Aids, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own girls love their parades, they love the attending, '' I said.

Her Anus cause entertainment, iniquity against her evenhandedly skin, a tiny puckered Brown University bud seemingly far too tiny to bury an eight in member in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven edge phallus slipped off each fourth dimension her tried to squeeze at her, and her attempts to give up him remind me of a thoroughbred race Equus caballus trying to deflect being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few tries contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack while squashing her breasts and crushing her mammilla, she hated every second, his caresses his breathing spell on her neck, his member against her but mainly the way her nipples throbbed, pussy moistened until her succus ran uncontrollably and her button cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy load over goodwill 's graceful back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his chummy creamy cum up on his digit and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brown bud until it seemed to open like the petals of an alien flower to reveal the delights of her tight colored play chute.

N'Konga folk never had babies in the hot season, so from November through Jan the cleaning woman had to use their pocket-size orifice to please their men, and through 100 and thou of age of phylogenesis the local tribe and evolved easygoing fully anal back talk easily able to accommodate the orotund cock without fuss, while pitiable goodwill with her mean value European porta was sadly substandard when it came to this necessary function.

N'Balaskin stretched the skin of her buttocks taut pulling her orifice unresolved as he gradually workedmore and more cum into her as lubricant before his friend and rival Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a hyaena and lashed out with her foot as Timonarus forced his tenacious but lithesome blackness snake into Grace 's tight virgin ass inch by agonised inch, but the shrieking were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi laborious member to goodwill sugariness mouth and held her buttock so she could n't turn away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hands held her horn in and laughingly pried her sassing exposed so N'Balaskin could pull himself past her teeth and deep into her throat.

grace of God had become expert with her backtalk at University, where a blow job was stock currency for a Night out or a meal, even facilitate with an duty assignment, but not smutty Shirley Temple stopcock, those were freshly showered and pink and much, much shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hump her mouth in meter Timonarus 's jabbing into her ass, her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sensations.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a indorse load within minutes nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to birth his filthy extremity cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal custom the girl was expected to proceed her back passage, which the Tribal lyric translated as sport parachute or lower-ranking vagina, houseclean and prepare 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 plaza 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 acceptance of her treatment, her unsuccessful person to fight, but for the fact she was now dire for a cock, she did n't often throw sex, and when she did it was often with a girlfriend or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the workforce rapidly pistoning shaft sent to her vagina through the thin wall of her ass pit were making her yearn for something to make full the aching void of her pussycat and console her now frantic clitoris.

My girls knew something of how short thanksgiving felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the car horn, one of many horn, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their turn to slumber with me, but this was `` The saddle horn '' an antelope horn taken from a retentive dead beast but a French horn which had lost much of its foresighted sharply end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully labialise end while the holler end neatly fitted over the surviving stump of the trunk of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived instrumental role of torture, and the girls scraped away the mud around the basis of the Tree until the cornet was at exactly the right height or so they judged so as to direct grace of God wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind Grace, his powerful loins twitched just once to send his mighty shot deep into Grace 's torture bowels and then he pounded her with brusk rapid thrusts like an brute, his ebony peel quite alien to her soft pink beauty.

blessing meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's penis, licking even around his balls 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 girls surrounded thanksgiving again and led her to the tree.

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the assail electric light end of the horn fix to let her lapse, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the dais they could see that their figuring were untimely so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around basis of the tree where Grace bare feet would go, until the electric light of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The rounded horny knob nuzzled Graces sweet pink lower lips and Daisy gently pated them withe her finger's breadth and guided Grace over the boss, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the young woman lowered her John L. H. Down. Grace gasped as she found the motor horn filled her completely even when she found the ground with her foot and raised herself as high as she could, the automobile horn still filled and the exclusively relief cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her free weight on his erection.

Centuries of civilization now fell away as grace of God struggled for her knotty orgasm, everything in her being seethe except her inadequate leave out clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bring in on the orgasmic state of hug drug which she craved and now she stood like a bilk doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, ready to bear the first brave to offer her a topographic point in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal traditional knowledge said no food or boozing could be offered until a go had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a bare prostitute and not a sober wife.

'' What will I do when the white men acquire her and my tyke away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't offer blessing a postal service as junior married woman in his diminished harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first Nox, and as the darkness fell my girls took her down and let her lie down and log Z's on their bedchamber level, and then when she woke they denied her requests for food and water and took her again to the trump and guided her down feather, this time they tied a leash to her collar as well to hold her down.

grace of God squirmed on her Post, the cum cascading down her throat sated her hungriness but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely concern but it was just her period of time and as laid down in the unwritten Tribal Pentateuch we had to hire her down.

She was so feeble that I had the young woman take her interior, where she lay sweating on the mud floor until the mud stained her fair cutis to a filthy gilded tan.

The clip had passed for matrimony when the bleeding stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had province, but good will could n't see that. Still she clung to her ideas of western favourable position but when Celia began skillfully altering free grace 's clothes and giving them to other tribes people and she was the final stage to eat from our preparation pot she started to learn.

She was n't my wife, she had to learn so I had Wagnanga our most skilful bone statue maker make Grace a teething ring, a piece of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held Grace down long enough for Wahananga to insert between goodwill 's sweet slit lips and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced goodwill puss rim and passed fragile landing strip of antelope hide through them and on through the holes in the ivory and sewed them tight until her sweet sassing were clamped tight around the protruding horn while still leaving a petite kettle of fish for her to bleed through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared grace of God 's clitoris with a os needle and attached first a gold mob and then a medallion to string up from her clit.

She stared at me, `` Why '' she asked again but I turned away and asked Ann to explain thanksgiving 's new status to her.

I suggested Grace be set to exploit pumping water walking round and turn endlessly pushing the long lever which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said goodwill kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the decoration on her button but I knew she was just lazy from yr of groundlessness at university, so I had individual whip her every meter she stopped, Bea whipped blessing one break of day but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with Grace 's constant needs to quit and rest.

We put her on latrine tariff at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash away the users with wet sponge like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the sweet piddle ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa parting, but she was clumsy, often she would vibrate the mens penises making them rear and then she would let to service them with her mouth or ass causing a queue to organise and there were complaints, 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 striver was not something I had planned for, there was no elbow room in my household, it worked like a well anoint machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to defecate the pastorale complete, but instead I had this bitch.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted Grace for his wife, but it seemed she was a letdown to them with her small breasts and pasty unhealthy pink coloration, I discussed putting her on the automobile horn again but the girls did n't think it a skillful mind, and complained constantly that grace of God ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would call down seemliness when she tried to talk, she could n't seem to stop talking no matter how many prison term Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny ramification and her spine was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a extensive strip of leather about two feet long and three inches long and cut a slot in it at the mid stop about an inch and a half all-inclusive and a stern of an inch high, then she gathered the early wife and as they held thanksgiving down and wedged her mouth open with small sticks they teased Graces tongue through the yap in the shoulder strap and secured it behind her question, so she could eat, drink in and give straits but not talk anymore.

Of course gracility tried to snap it off so we cuffed her men behind her and she became completely useless.

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

It was then we realised goodwill 's mild breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such tiny by their measure, pear shape C cup titty provide for a hungry new N'konga ?

We had to help pitiable gracility so as a first step I had the miss bind slight antelope hide leather straps around Graces chest above and below her breasts, wide straps 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 shoulder strap, round and round of drinks until her boob reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them declaration, 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 become gangrenous but while they went blueness initially they soon became pink again and seemed to increase in size of it, certainly her nipples now seemed almost permanently stimulated and raise.

I got into the drug abuse of taking Grace with me when I went to check the whole kit the N'Konga were doing, a long 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 ebony warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rocks and interlocking them like the dry pit bulwark of home.

The ticker for the groundwater water well worked well, turned by one or two people walking endlessly around it supplied more fresh urine than we needed, and under my direction the houses were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated brand roof and timbre frames and bricks made of baked mud.

free grace had nothing to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some days I put a leash on her dog collar and took her with me as I toured the sites, she did n't like it at first, but when she realised I would hold back when she needed to she came to take that role and would put up patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept Grace silenced with the tongue gag for years, three calendar month perhaps as Ann 's belly swelled as she came near to her time.

'' You 're getting fat old young woman ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised good will 's tum was no longer flat and muscular either, so that night when we had finished our evening meal I hauled thanksgiving in front of us and demanded, `` Are you meaning ? '' 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 look down and never at me her superior, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

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

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

'' goodwill will differentiate you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the maiden metre in months I looseed the leather strap around Grace 's tongue and let her speak.

Grace could n't utter at number 1, her natural language 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 truth now. ``

'' Yours ! '' she said.

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

'' No, '' she said.

'' Call me master, Bwana, My lord, something reverential. '' I insisted, `` And unlace her bridge player someone. ``

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

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

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

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not settle, we are all friends so if the head 's slave is the Chiefs wife also then we can all stick around. '' she said.

blessing added, `` When you fuck them they rush down and use a little stick to scoop cum out ot themselves and push it into me. ``

'' And who exactly do you propose as the new chief ? '' I asked.

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at beloved. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and get covetous. ``
My ego kind of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my charge, `` but you have done great affair for us, we are thankful but we will need firm boy as well as clever single, '' Eve continued.

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

'' But tradition is for a fight to the death or until the old chief surrenders. '' 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 nigh N'Konga is chief. '' I explained carefully `` And then I teach him or he how I do things and then I go and live at the far end of the Village as hamlet elder or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the head who is defeated can have only one wife, the others are the new headman wives. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sugariness girl, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my center when I screwed her and dreamed it was charlotte Church, or Marilyn Monroe or on one occasion even Grace that I was humping.

'' Oh, '' I said, `` I 'm for sure there are ways around that, I take it you all want to outride together ? '' Six nous nodded in unison. `` Then you better obtain me another wife. ``

'' But you must splice saving grace, '' Ann said pointedly, `` She bears you child. ``

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

'' I do n't really have a choice do I ? '' she said, `` Your married woman or the new chief 's slave, a difficult decision '' she said, sarcastically.

'' Fetch Fanouka, '' I ordered, Fanouka was our medicine man cum non-Christian priest, `` We shall celebrate our wedlock the N'Konga way. ``

'' But Bwana Warren 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 coupling merely meant screwing the young woman publicly, on the rock and roll in the townsfolk square, it was n't proper wedding but for the Word of big families it was all they could afford.

They dragged state of 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 bleached Theodore Harold White shirt, which went with my suit, which figured Grace could fall apart, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my notes on Grace 's laptop computer I heard the girls bringing gracility back.

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

'' Come here, '' I ordered and I held my hand out to Grace, she came closer and I reached out for my craft knife, and carefully snipped the thin strip show of leather holding the piece of bone into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her dismay I took my pair of pliers and snipped the gold halo through her clit.

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

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

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

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the whole Greenwich 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 conciliate with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the terminal thing I planned, after month of walking around with a lubber of solid bone in her vagina I doubted she would even finger me inside her.

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

'' liar, I look like a freak, '' she explained, `` But thanks. '' and she turned to me, `` You will look after my baby wo n't you ? ``

'' Sure, you and the baby, '' I assured her, `` child I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to suck my semi voiceless tool, it sprang to attention mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs wide, 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 stretched it was exigent. I thought I could get shoved my clump inside her as well she was so sloppy, but after a couple of knife thrust I felt her gripping me, `` Hold me. '' she said, `` Ohhhhhh, ''

She lied convincingly, `` Oh, you 're so big ! '' she lied, `` And warm. ``

'' still ! '' I told her, but she was n't concern, but it seemed strange that her skin and mine were the same colour, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her pelt was so soft against me, I had forgotten just how soft white girls were compared to the coarse skinned coarse haired native fille and I pretty much relaxed into goodwill 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few existent grueling thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, mind my sister, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our babe ! '' she said, and she wrapped her legs labialize me `` Our child ! '' 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 public was her matter, which to be honorable I doubted.


She seemed deep in thought when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the wedding moving-picture show. '' I suggested, and then I put her Laptop on a sway and recorded Fanouka our medicine man blessing our union.

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

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

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

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

She slapped my face, `` God I 'm pitiful ! '' 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 paying attention, '' she said, `` I will. ``

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

Grace worked away until the low battery monition igniter came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to come up 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 room where I sat her down and started to undo her tightly braided hair, and she just sat and let me shirk away.

'' Will it just be you and me ? '' she asked, `` You as village senior. '' 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 suppose. '' but I had my bridge player on her thigh and she knew when to discontinue talking, her thin back talk 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 legs to role her fresh abject lips.

I eased my finger inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my fingerbreadth, she gasped softly, her nipples were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the ashen shirt I had let her borrow, and knack to gently kiss her tit still a modest C cup perhaps but soft and sweet.

'' I 'll take to find a new name for you, '' I whispered.

'' Why, Grace starts with a G, '' she pointed out.

My former married woman were variety to Grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her haircloth but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and state of grace kind of took over my substantially shirts to assume and after some problem we had a new Chief, Aslan.

I took him aside straight after the election, `` The finish thing you need is me hanging around so I 'm going to allow you to it old crack. '' In told him.

He seemed genuinely interested, but I reassured him, what he did n't know was I had managed to recharge my phone from Grace 's solar board for her laptop computer, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting wire fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the alfresco world.

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the sunrise following the election the thump of a helicopter was heard once again and as an old chime Huey set down just outside townsfolk so we were waiting with a one event and Grace 's Laptop and within a span of minutes we were swinging away across the champaign leaving the settlement and the N'Konga far behind.

'' Miss Telling, Mr Warren Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the topical anesthetic administrator for UniChar greeted us, but Grace 's response startled me.

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

'' There 's no pauperism to stay 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 recall you wanted to, '' I said, `` You want the baby is that it ? ``

'' I want you, '' she said and I thought what the snake pit, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to pull her short pants down, `` Stop that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her shorts down for me, `` proficient ? '' she asked.

She did n't moderate back at all, she near ripped my tool right off me and could n't get me inside her flying enough, and when I collapsed on top of her worn out, she started talking.

'' It 's Stephen, is n't it ? '' she asked, `` Your public figure, Sir Leslie 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 brilliant, you were absolutely smart as a whip. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

'' You bought republic to the federation of tribes is just a few workweek, '' she said, `` You 're a brilliance, and you 're my superstar, do you empathize ? '' she demanded.

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no acknowledgment of thralldom, I became your wife, forget the thrall, do you infer ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

'' And be nice to momma, Ok, '' she said `` she 's flying in tomorrow. ``

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

'' I 'm for sure I 'll retrieve of something, '' she said .