N'Konga

The outstanding N'Konga river shimmered in the summer heat as it sluggishly ambled between exorbitant banking company through the brown crisped Grass of the summertime plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six married woman to sleep with succeeding when a distant thudding heralded the impendent arrival of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwelcome, a steel of Damacles hanging over my little idyl as I ruled over my own Greenwich Village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and cleaning woman and a huge 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 grease monkey in a Yorkshire minelaying village playing with machinery and a level in political sympathies had set me up nicely for an isolated village with a failed pee pump, in fact not one but three failed water heart, one petrol powered in entire working order but no petrol, a wind ticker, with no wind, and an old lever natural action pump with a broken lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming white battery charger like a medeval knight but in a Bell Helicopter with some basic tools and a few poke of food aid.

They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was shorten the wind pump shaft by two XII groundwork part, strip the tugboat and make a pair of handle so they could take the air cycle and daily round and pump the H2O up that way, but to a kin group used to fetching filthy water system from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life changing.

Of class I should have declined all the testimonial offered, it was just the openhearted work I was supposed to do but I was young, it 's no excuse 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 care my satellite phone when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the best of it in an region help had yet to reach.

The N'Konga federation of tribes had fought among themselves for generations, the leader seldom surviving for a year, his promise failing and sealing his fate as the coming man challenged, fought, succeeded and then failed to render so in many ways it was a relief for them to offer me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as honcho I was expected to take a wife from each of the three principal families but it was no rigour, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a single moving and entirely nonmeaningful ceremony, 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 nifty rapport ontogenesis, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other interest fathers of young lady reaching nubile age and so my household had grown to six wives Daisy, Eve and nates having joined me in matrimonial cloud nine and fairly soon the hump of their stomach was an indication six nipper would soon join them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded coming back to refinement was close at hand as the Greek valerian inspection Team liveried whirlybird was upon us.

The Bell Jet Texas Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` briny Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal acquaintance to form a guard of honour, with their lance held at the slope which actually looked moderately aggressive and I waited for the examiner to descend.

We must have looked very horrendous, myself as chief quite darkly tanned in my wide-cut brimmed George Bush hat open neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm ring for rank and file and Khaki shorts and iron heel and the women bare breasted wearing anything from a supergrass skirt through skimpy step-in to a designer clothes five sizing too small which Ann as my number one married woman somehow managed to coerce into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupant was a woman, but when she opened the door and stepped out her ravisher was a jar to the system, nine months of black company had made me draw a blank how irresistible a fair skinned carnival haired european girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of loveliness descended from the port side of meat passenger door.

I stared at her prospicient lightly tanned legs stretching from her fast Khaki shorts to her practical Khaki boots and at her modest european breasts tightening the fabric of her tight white blouse, such a contrast to my federation of tribes womens huge free swinging udders.

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

'' Welcome to my humble hamlet, '' I replied, `` Please may I introduce my married woman, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in turn, `` And Daisy, Eve and Fanny. ``

'' Hello, '' she said, `` I 'm Grace, Grace Telling ''

'' They do n't verbalize much English yet, we 're mainly Daniel Chester French speakers 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 startle brand roofing sheets of the wooden framed mud brick houses shone like mirrors in the blazing sun.

'' Where the honcho 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 girls will imagine we are having sex, '' I said.

'' Mr Harding, '' she said frostily, her downhearted heart somehow icily severe, `` I can assure 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 metre. '' I motioned towards my own pocket-size home, easily the largest in the Greenwich Village with two base and a response room with child enough for the completely tribe to squeeze 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 nigh of the business firm and did nearly all the work on my room, it was quite a smart room, I just about weary out the wood carpenter's plane planing the timber to panel out the mud brick walls so apart from no windows and no light it was as well 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 ledger entry. '' she said.

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

'' But Mr Harding, am I to translate you are having intimate liaisons with aboriginal ? '' 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 straightaway for her and dragged her rachis into her hot seat by her long blonde hair.

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

'' Being rude to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am headman, more like Ithiel Town clerk than potentate, and according to tribal custom I have a number of wife. ``

'' It 's against all the prescript, '' she said, `` I shall throw to report this, ''

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

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

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the chaps to build up a duplicate Kingston-upon Hull so the Crocs ca n't turn it over so easy. ``

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

'' And being Croc solid food is one of those ! '' I queried, `` No you do n't get a clew, level 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 take not a pair 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 Rangers engine spooling up.

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

'' No, for gods sake, '' saving grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the stair, ( Which I built ) and ran for the bell shape, `` lavatory, waiting ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down main street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' John the pilot 's part boomed from a loudspeaker under the nose, `` But we ca n't ingest you reporting back to John Griffith Chaney, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed going, only to swoop low again and throw out her backpack.

'' Get on the radio ! '' Grace squealed.

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

It was an awkward situation, completely unexpected, but a few affair became clear up, such as it was n't an supervising that my satellite phone Photo cell was missing fromm my kit and I was sure enough we travelled south east not south western United States to the hamlet when I came originally, and when grace of God said a different name for the settlement where we had been left I knew it was no accident 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 live you get it on ? '' I asked. she nodded.

'' You pillock kick ! '' I said, and this time she did hit me and this metre Bea and Fanny 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 natives. '' I pointed out, '' but hey biography 's not so bad. ``

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

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

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

'' No I do n't and do n't be so aweless, I 'm gaffer remember, be a bit deferential, just fake it ok. ''

'' Liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't have got 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 minutes when I heard Grace cheering, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my set Pres Young fella surrounding Grace trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a culture jar, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscles rippled from rowing and excavation, and they had n't realised that good will was n't used to gentlemen in Mary Jane skirts showing their fully engorged privates in a bid to make headway her favours.

She should have been in seventh promised land with a pick of three eight inch pricks a seven and two Captain Hicks on offer but she was too stupe 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 own to get used to it until you marry. ``

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

'' You do utter Daniel Chester 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 room in my theater supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had unspoiled hitch there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal lore said client were welcome for a week and a day, so seemliness was waited on like royal house by my wife for the first pair of days while Grace worked away on her data processor, recharging it from a clean Solar control panel as she worked.

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

'' Tribal rules suggest guests may stay a week, but if they want to stay longer they must join our society. '' I said.

'' rightfulness ? and what does that call for ? '' she asked.

'' A man must bring in a Zebra or Crocodile to eat while a girlfriend. '' I explained.

'' A girl must do it the Chirf senseless am I powerful, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your case you need to find a hubby, as you see there are no single char of child 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 choice, I ca n't let you sleep under my ceiling beyond seven Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I 'm no-count. '' I explained, `` It 's not bonny to my wife. ``

'' Those savages ! '' 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 pauperism to be hateful, '' I told thanksgiving, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wives. ``

'' But they 're savages, they walk around half raw ! '' Grace complained.

'' good will, unless you find a married man in the future four days you will be paraded naked through the village and kept tied up in the cow pen until someone will look at you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to view a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the conversion between girlhood and womanhood, a little girl belongs to her father, the charwoman to her husband, so at first catamenia she is stripped naked and the founding father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to clothe her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menses ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' well, in hypothesis, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent citizenry, usually the girl finds her fellow but just occasionally a father needs the old way to get a girl to accept what is uncommitted and to blank out 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 Fatherhood, so I shall have to fling of your matter I suppose. ``

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

'' He may take a wide-eyed collar, '' I exlained, `` many young girl 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 au naturel with cum leaking down their thighs. ``

'' 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 Edward Douglas White Jr. you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

'' I want to get together the right man and have a Edward Douglas White Jr. wedding. '' she said firmly.

'' T. H. White wedding, I rest my case. '' I joked, I should n't have joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four daytime ? '' she said, `` To pick out a husband ? ``

'' For a husband to pick out you as a married woman, '' I explained, `` he will ask to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be bare breasted like the other missy so he sees your nipple stiffen and really you should express how wet you are for him. maybe a eatage skirt or just a big wet patch on your panties if you 're shy. ``

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

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

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

'' No, deadly serious, '' I said, `` the only former options are to leave or turn a Tribal slave. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to capture people from neighbouring kin group and keep on them as slaves, '' I said, `` I do n't reckon you 'd like that. ``

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

'' Ah I think that with your looks and ah, uniqueness, '' I suggested, `` you would see yourself having sex with a large 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 offering ? ``

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 hint of a route 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 educate you, '' I said as I saw my wives hovering jealously in the background.

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some pedagogy and as number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded goodwill 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 clip an inch at a fourth dimension but every motion Grace made to resist they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a pile of clothes lay on the bed.

I had a simple leather choker and when I judged the metre right I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my collar, '' I suggested and my finger trembled slightly as I buckled the emblematical Tribal hard worker collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and tiny white panties, barefoot now, strangely pink against my sable skinned serail, and the miss ushered her from the house.

'' My god, it 's like being a aboriginal, '' 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 panty that she lost it and screamed `` Noooo ''

She tried to hide her breasts and sex with her custody but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her arms I slipped a simple leather strap around her radiocarpal joint 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 deal to chair me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be sure nix would go haywire as blessing realised she had nowhere to run to and our tanned musclemen moved in to go over her charms.

They were reticent at maiden as if afraid to match, but then they became bolder and Sir Thomas More and more eager, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse darkness finger's breadth through her long gilt hair to checking the steadiness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist private stead beneath the furry Down of her fine golden pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my heart, eagerly pawed at Grace until despite everything her poor mamilla strained and her sex glistened and exudate moisture and her firmness melted as rapidly as any uneducated indigen girl as groping and foreplay triggered the lust that lurked unsuspected trench in her psyche.

to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More people gathered as the afternoon turned to early evening and the Word spread that the White young woman was being paraded for man and wife, I watched in amusement as Grace finally realised that here she was just the same as any other female, all the reverence she had become used to as a bookman and a Patrick Victor Martindale White adult female had been swept away and she knew par and she realised she did n't like it.

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

The choker meant she must not be married without the owner 's consent, and as she wore my arrest that imply my consent, but it did n't think of no one must touch, only that they must n't actually have full sex with her, foreplay was OK and indeed expected, and the effeminacy of her mouth and the agility of her spit 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 your teeth f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' fellation, the men will want to see how expert you are at giving top dog and. '' I paused.

'' What ? '' she asked.

'' How trade good you are at Anal. '' I said.

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

'' We have no Cupid's itch or tending, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own girlfriend love their parades, they love the attention, '' I said.

Her Anus cause amusement, dark against her bonnie skin, a petite cockle brown bud seemingly far too tiny to bury an eight inch member in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven in penis slipped off each prison term her well-tried to stuff at her, and her attack to kick him reminded me of a thoroughbred slipstream horse trying to avoid 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 pap, she hated every second, his caresses his breath on her neck, his phallus against her but mainly the way her teat throbbed, pussy moistened until her juices ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy load over Grace 's elegant back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his heavyset creamy cum up on his finger and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brown bud until it seemed to open up like the flower petal of an exotic flower to give away the delight of her tight darkness romp slide.

N'Konga tribe never had babies in the hot season, so from November through January the charwoman had to use their low orifice to please their men, and through hundreds and thou of yr of evolution the local Tribes and evolved soft full anal lips easily able to accommodate the largest cock without fuss, while inadequate Grace with her stand for European orifice was sadly inferior when it came to this necessary function.

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

good will screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her foot as Timonarus forced his long but lissome black Snake into good will 's tight Virgo the Virgin ass inch by agonised in, but the shriek were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard penis to thanksgiving sweet oral fissure and held her boldness so she could n't turn away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hands held her nose and laughingly pried her mouth spread so N'Balaskin could force himself past her tooth and deep into her throat.

Grace had become expert with her mouth at University, where a shock job was standard currency for a night out or a meal, even help with an designation, but not filthy dark prick, those were freshly showered and pink and much, much shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to have it off her mouth in time Timonarus 's poking into her ass, her mind exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sensations.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second load within hour nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his filthy extremity cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the fille was expected to observe her bet on passage, which the Tribal nomenclature translated as Play sloping trough or secondary coil vagina, neat and ready for use at all times.

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

She hated herself, not for the chagrin, her tacit acceptance of her discussion, her failure to fighting, but for the fact she was now desperate for a dick, she did n't often accept sex, and when she did it was often with a girlfriend or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the mens rapidly pistoning pecker sent to her vagina through the thin paries of her ass pit were making her yearn for something to satiate the aching void of her puss and soothe her now frantic clitoris.

My girls knew something of how inadequate Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to get the car horn, one of many horns, antlers tusk and bones that they used when it was not their turn to catch some Z's with me, but this was `` The Horn '' an antelope horn taken from a hanker bushed beast but a horn which had lost much of its long sharp end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully rounded end while the hole end neatly fitted over the surviving dais of the body of a scrawny Akainsta tree which stood beside the main street, a cunningly contrived tool of torture, and the girls scraped away the mud around the root of the tree until the motor horn was at exactly the right height or so they judged so as to post Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasance and Helabia came up behind free grace, his powerful loins twitched just once to send his mighty shaft deep into goodwill 's rack bowels and then he pounded her with short rapid thrusts like an animal, his ebony tegument quite alien to her delicate pink beauty.

gracility meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's penis, licking even around his balls as he shafted her pharynx as his erection expanded once more, and thats when Ann took charge, ordering the men away and sa they withdrew so my girls surrounded state of grace again and led her to the tree.

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the rounded bulb end of the horn ready to let her go under, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as seemliness stood beside the Stump they could see that their computation were wrongly so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the tree where grace bare human foot would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The rounded horny pommel nuzzled Graces gratifying pink lower lips and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided Grace over the pommel, goodwill gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a ft or toe down as the girls lowered her down. thanksgiving gasped as she found the automobile horn filled her completely even when she found the primer with her foot and raised herself as high as she could, the horn still filled and the only relief cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight on his erection.

century of civilisation now fell away as good will struggled for her elusive orgasm, everything in her being hum except her poor neglected clit, the very induction that needed squeezing to bring on the orgasmic body politic of XTC which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, ready to take the first brave to offer up her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no food or drink could be offered until a whirl had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a simple bawd and not a serious wife.

'' What will I do when the white men convey her and my youngster away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't provide Grace a berth as Jnr wife in his small harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first nighttime, and as the darkness fell my girls took her push down and let her lie down and sleep on their bedroom level, and then when she woke they denied her requests for solid food and piss and took her again to the French horn and guided her Down, this clip they tied a leash to her collar as well to throw her down.

Grace squirmed on her Post, the cum cascading down her throat sated her thirst but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely concern but it was just her catamenia and as laid down in the ad-lib Tribal laws we had to take her down.

She was so weak that I had the lady friend take her inside, where she lay sweating on the mud floor until the mud stained her fairly 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 duty, but Grace could n't see that. Still she clung to her ideas of western superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering Grace 's clothes and giving them to other tribes people and she was the close to eat from our preparation pot she started to learn.

She was n't my married woman, she had to learn so I had Wagnanga our most skillful bone carver make Grace a comforter, a piece of femur from an Elephant perhaps that the girl held goodwill down long enough for Wahananga to put in between Grace 's sweet pussy sassing and recondite into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced Graces pussy lips and passed thin strips of antelope hide through them and on through the holes in the ivory and sewed them tight until her sweetness lips were clamped tight around the protruding motor horn while still leaving a midget hole for her to bleed through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared goodwill 's clit with a bone needle and attached first a gold pack and then a decoration to hang from her button.

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

I suggested Grace be set to work pumping weewee walking round and round endlessly pushing the tenacious lever which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said Grace kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the medallion on her clitoris but I knew she was just lazy from years of groundlessness at university, so I had person whip her every time she stopped, Bea whipped saving grace one sunrise but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so thwart with Grace 's constant motive to quit and rest.

We put her on latrine obligation at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was lave the exploiter with wet sponge like Metacarpa industrial plant leaves dipped in the the sweet water ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was inapt, often she would tickle the mens penises making them erect and then she would give birth to service them with her mouth or ass causing a queue to imprint 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 slave was not something I had planned for, there was no elbow room in my household, it worked like a fountainhead oil motorcar already, all I really wanted was a dog to name the pastorale terminated, 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 disappointment to them with her diminished breasts and pasty unhealthy garden pink coloration, I discussed putting her on the horn again but the girls did n't opine it a upright idea, and complained constantly that Grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would rag state of grace when she tried to utter, she could n't seem to stop talking no topic how many time Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny branch and her rachis was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide landing strip of leather about two metrical unit longsighted and three inch long and cut a slot in it at the mid stage about an inch and a half wide and a quartern of an in high, then she gathered the former wives and as they held grace of God down and wedged her oral cavity open with small sticks they teased thanksgiving natural language through the trap in the strap and secured it behind her top dog, so she could eat, drink and sacrifice nous but not talk anymore.

Of course grace of God tried to snap it off so we cuffed her hands behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the fire most even, the fille tried to to outdo each other as they prepared the even meal, and we all made trusted we left some to put in a roll for Grace who by now was reduced to eating our remnant like an carnal except her long blonde hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the lady friend shave and oil grace head, saying she would die of sunstroke !

It was then we realised seemliness 's modest breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such tiny by their standards, pear shape C cup breasts provide for a hungry young N'konga ?

We had to help poor Grace so as a first-class honours degree step I had the girls bind thin antelope skin leather strap around Graces chest above and below her breasts, spacious strap which they sewed in place and then soaked with well water supply 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 until her breasts reared improbably and then again when sewed in position they soaked the back and let them contract, Grace could n't protest, but her breasts swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her breast would go gangrenous but while they went blue angel initially they soon became pink again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her nipples now seemed almost permanently stimulated and erect.

I got into the wont of taking Grace with me when I went to hold back the kit and caboodle the N'Konga were doing, a foresighted wall along the banking concern of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily attack our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronzed pitch black warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rock music and interlocking them like the dry stone rampart of home.

The pump for the groundwater urine well worked well, turned by one or two masses walking endlessly around it supplied more bracing water system than we needed, and under my instruction the family were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated steel roofs and timber frames and bricks made of baked mud.

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

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

'' You 're getting fat old girl ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised good will 's potbelly was no longer flat and muscular either, so that Nox when we had finished our evening meal I hauled state of grace in front of us and demanded, `` Are you meaning ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My married woman turned away block and state of 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 master, so I swatted her with a branch I had handy.

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

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

'' Grace will severalize you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the first of all time in month I looseed the leather shoulder strap around Grace 's tongue and let her speak.

saving grace could n't mouth at first, her lingua was swollen, but I left her for a patch and eventually she found her voice.

'' I missed two full point, '' she said.

'' Whose is it ? '' I asked, `` The the true 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 respectful. '' I insisted, `` And loosen her hands someone. ``

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

'' Did you ? '' I asked, and six heavily pregnant coal black skinned knockout blushed, `` How and why ? '' I continued.

Fanny blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the top dog dice or is beaten all the head 's wives except one, turn the new headman 's married woman. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not decide, we are all protagonist so if the Chief 's slave is the honcho wife also then we can all abide. '' she said.

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

'' And who exactly do you purport as the new gaffer ? '' I asked.

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at love. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and raise jealous. ``
My ego kind of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my boots, `` but you have done great things for us, we are grateful but we will need strong sons as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

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

'' But tradition is for a combat to the death or until the old top dog fall. '' 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 well-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 settlement elder or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can feature only one wife, the others are the new Chiefs wives. '' 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 Queen City church, or Marilyn Monroe or on one occasion even goodwill that I was humping.

'' Oh, '' I said, `` I 'm sure there are agency around that, I take it you all want to stay together ? '' Six mind nodded in unison. `` Then you better find me another married woman. ``

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

'' So, blessing, will you get married me ? '' I asked.

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

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

'' But Bwana Harding, we had a wedding, not the N'Konga mating, '' Ann exclaimed.

'' This is flying, we shall do it before sun down. '' I said, `` I suggest you go and my slave cleaned up. ``

N'Konga trade union merely meant screwing the girl publicly, on the rock in the Ithiel Town square, it was n't proper wedding but for the sons of big families it was all they could afford.

They dragged seemliness away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my elbow room, I rooted in my case until I found a decolor bloodless shirt, which went with my suit, which figured Grace could wear upon, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my short letter on free grace 's laptop computer I heard the young woman bringing good will back.

I could n't conceive it they had braided Graces gorgeous fortunate hair, it looked frightening, absolutely appalling, but it did n't thing, `` The N'Konga are waiting, '' Celia warned.

'' ejaculate here, '' I ordered and I held my helping hand out to Grace, she came closer and I reached out for my foxiness knife, and carefully snipped the thin striptease of leather holding the piece of bone into her puss, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her alarm I took my pair of pliers 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 frightful. '' she said.

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the unhurt small town 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 gentle with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the last matter I planned, after calendar month of walking around with a swelling of solid bone in her vagina I doubted she would even feel 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 await after my baby wo n't you ? ``

'' Sure, you and the baby, '' I assured her, `` Babies I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shortstop and started to suck my rig concentrated stopcock, it sprang to tending mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs wide, she looked astonishing as her cunt gaped obscenely and I really worried she would palpate me inside her at all.

It was weird, I just shoved myself rightfield inside her, no messing about, she was so stretch it was instant. I thought I could receive shoved my Lucille Ball inside her as well she was so sloppy, but after a couple of thrusts I felt her gripping me, `` concord 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 strange that her cutis and mine were the like people of color, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her peel was so delicate against me, I had forgotten just how subdued whitened lady friend were compared to the coarse skinned harsh haired native girls and I pretty much relaxed into grace of God 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to log Z's on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few real hard thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, listen my infant, '' she said, I forgot she was significant, `` Our infant ! '' 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 public was her thing, which to be true I doubted.


She seemed bewilder when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the hymeneals pics. '' I suggested, and then I put her laptop on a stone and recorded Fanouka our medication man blessing our union.

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

She looked confused 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 calm, `` What now ? '' she asked.

'' Your call, '' I suggested, `` But you 're married woman bit seven for now, '' I warned her, `` So no more taking all arriver up the ass. ``

She slapped my side, `` God I 'm sorry ! '' 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 heedful, '' she said, `` I will. ``

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

goodwill worked away until the low barrage fire 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 room where I sat her down and started to undo her tightly braided hair, and she just sat and let me monkey away.

'' testament 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 think. '' but I had my hand on her thigh and she knew when to bar talking, her slenderize rim felt different to the deep African lips I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly willing, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her branch to part her dulcet lower lips.

I eased my thumb inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my fingers, she gasped softly, her mammilla were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the white shirt I had let her borrow, and bent to gently osculate her breasts still a modest C cup perhaps but diffused and sweet.

'' I 'll have to find a new gens for you, '' I whispered.

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

My other wives were kind to state of grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her haircloth but we compromised with a variety of ponytail, and Grace sort of took over my skillful shirts to wear down and after some problem we had a new chieftain, Aslan.

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

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

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the dawn following the election the thud of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old Bell Huey set down just outside town so we were waiting with a single case and Grace 's laptop computer and within a span of arcminute we were swinging away across the knit leaving the Village and the N'Konga far behind.

'' missy tattle, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the topical anaesthetic executive for UniChar greeted us, but grace 's reaction startled me.

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

'' There 's no need to abide splice if you do n't want to. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' I want you, '' she said and I thought what the hell on earth, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to pull her trunks down, `` Stop that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her shorts down for me, `` skillful ? '' she asked.

She did n't maintain back at all, she near ripped my putz right off me and could n't get me inside her firm adequate, and when I collapsed on top of her exhausted, she started talking.

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

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no credit of thralldom, I became your wife, forget the slavery, do you understand ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

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

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

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