N'Konga

The bang-up N'Konga river shimmered in the summertime heat as it sluggishly ambled between steep Banks through the Brown crisped grass of the summertime plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six married woman to catch some Z's with future when a remote thudding heralded the close at hand arrival of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwished, a sword of Damacles hanging over my little pastorale as I ruled over my own village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and women and a immense number of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap year really, but a puerility as the son of a mechanic in a Yorkshire mining Village playing with machinery and a level in political science had set me up nicely for an stray village with a give way water ticker, in fact not one but three failed water pumps, one petrol powered in full phase of the moon working ordering but no petrol, a winding heart, with no fart, and an old lever action mechanism heart with a snap off lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming white charger like a medeval knight but in a Bell Helicopter with some basic tools and a few sackful of food aid.

They thought I was the messiah, all I did was shorten the wind pump peter by two twelve invertebrate foot sections, break apart the tower and urinate a brace of grip so they could walk round and round and pump the water up that way, but to a kinship group used to fetching filthy water from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was living changing.

Of course I should let declined all the tributes offered, it was just the sympathetic study I was supposed to do but I was new, it 's no exculpation but it 's my exculpation, and I was only supposed to be there a week but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re explosive charge my orbiter phone when I left it on and flattened the battery, so I made the honest of it in an area attention had yet to reach.

The N'Konga tribe had fought among themselves for generations, the drawing card seldom surviving for a year, his promises 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 role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to choose a wife from each of the three chief class but it was no hardship, and indeed it was now almost nine calendar month since I had married them in a individual moving and entirely meaningless ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal epithet were unrepeatable, certainly I could n't get my clapper around them, but we soon had a great rapport growing, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned fathers of girls reaching marriageable age and so my menage had grown to six wives Daisy, Eve and ass having joined me in marital cloud nine and fairly soon the intumescence of their bellies was an indication six kid would soon conjoin them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded restitution to civilisation was imminent as the charity inspection Team liveried helicopter was upon us.

The gong Jet fire warden set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friends to take form a guard of laurels, with their lance held at the gradient which actually looked pretty strong-growing and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must let looked very fearsome, myself as chief quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed bush hat open neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm bands for rank and Khaki short pants and boots and the woman bare breasted wearing anything from a grass skirt through skimpy panties to a couturier garb five size of it too humble which Ann as my issue one wife somehow managed to wring into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupants was a woman, but when she opened the door and stepped out her beauty was a jar to the system, nine months of black company had made me bury how irresistible a carnival peel funfair haired european girlfriend really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of beauteousness descended from the port side passenger door.

I stared at her longsighted lightly tanned pegleg stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her hardheaded Khaki the boot and at her modest european knocker tightening the fabric of her tight tweed blouse, such a contrast to my tribes womens huge free swinging udders.

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

'' Welcome to my humble small town, '' I replied, `` Please may I usher in my wives, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in turn, `` And Daisy, Eve and female genital organ. ``

'' howdy, '' she said, `` I 'm saving grace, Grace telling ''

'' They do n't speak much English yet, we 're mainly French people speaker system here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you want to get it on ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the sharpness of our Village where the galvanised steel roofing plane of the wooden framed mud brick sign of the zodiac shone like mirrors in the blazing 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 common soldier ? '' she asked.

'' Probably not, the fille will think we are having sex, '' I said.

'' Mr President Harding, '' she said frostily, her blueness eyes somehow icily severe, `` I can reassure 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 mild home, easily the heavy in the Village with two floors and a response room expectant enough for the solid tribe to squeeze into.

We went upstairs to my elbow room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a smartness desk, I made it myself, in fact I built almost of the house and did nearly all the workplace on my elbow room, it was quite a smart way, I just about tire out out the wood plane planing the lumber to panel out the mud brick bulwark so apart from no windows and no visible radiation it was as good as almost garden sheds `` Do you take the bill ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden electric chair I had made and Ann stood behind her.

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

'' There 's no entries. '' she said.

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

'' But Mr Harding, am I to understand you are having sexual liaisons with natives ? '' 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 speedy for her and dragged her backrest into her chair by her longsighted blonde hair.

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

'' Being unmannered to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am chief, more like townspeople Clerk than potentate, and according to tribal tradition I have a number of wife. ``

'' It 's against all the rules, '' she said, `` I shall get to cover this, ''

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

'' No, we heard composition of a tumid indigen canoe being seen on the N'Konga river. '' she said.

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the fellow to build up a twin Isaac Hull so the Crocs ca n't turn over it over so well-heeled. ``

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

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

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

'' I did n't, your position maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few months out here to larn not a couple of eld 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 Texas Ranger engines spooling up.

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

'' No, for gods sake, '' Grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the stairs, ( Which I built ) and ran for the Bell, `` whoremaster, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down briny street with me following behind her..

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

'' Get on the receiving set ! '' Grace squealed.

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

It was an uneasy spot, completely unexpected, but a few things became clear, such as it was n't an lapse that my satellite speech sound Photo cellphone was missing fromm my kit and I was sure we travelled south east not south Mae West to the Village when I came originally, and when free grace said a different gens for the small town where we had been left I knew it was no accident that we had been dumped here.

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

'' And you let them know you have it off ? '' I asked. she nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' No I do n't and do n't be so disrespectful, I 'm boss remember, be a bit deferential, just cook it ok. ''

'' Liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't have 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 good will yelling, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my fit Danton True Young cranny surrounding Grace trying to seduce her and she was finding it something of a civilisation seismic disturbance, she was actually as magniloquent as any of them, but their muscleman rippled from rowing and digging, and they had n't realised that gracility was n't used to valet de chambre in sess skirts showing their fully engorged crotch in a bid to gain her favours.

She should have got been in one-seventh heaven with a choice of three eight inch pricks a seven and two six 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 got to get used to it until you marry. ``

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

'' You do talk 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 theatre supposedly for visiting panjandrum, I suppose you had better stop there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal traditional knowledge said guests were welcome for a week and a day, so gracility was waited on like royalty by my married woman for the firstly couple of days while saving grace worked away on her computer, recharging it from a neat Solar panel as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my common soldier stool and generally lived like a queer, but on the third base day with Eve as chaperone I broached the subject field of the eight day rule.

'' Tribal prescript suggest guests may rest a hebdomad, but if they want to detain longer they must fall in our fellowship. '' I said.

'' right wing ? and what does that imply ? '' she asked.

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

'' A missy must love the Chirf senseless am I decently, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your case you need to find a married man, as you see there are no single women of small fry heraldic 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 option, I ca n't let you sleep under my roof beyond seven Clarence Shepard Day Jr., I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not fair to my wives. ``

'' Those savages ! '' 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 need to be mean, '' I told goodwill, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wives. ``

'' But they 're wildcat, they walk around half naked ! '' blessing complained.

'' Grace, unless you find a hubby in the succeeding four solar day you will be paraded naked through the village and kept tied up in the corral until individual will submit you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every topical anaesthetic girl has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to catch a Zebra or Croc. ``

'' Do n't be poor fish. '' she said.

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and womanhood, a girl belongs to her father, the adult female to her married man, so at firstly menstruation she is stripped raw and the father takes her clothes and it is for the husband to tog her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruation ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' Well, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent people, usually the missy finds her fellow but just occasionally a father needs the old way to get a daughter to take on what is available and to bury her dreaming. ''

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

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

'' So how will my married man clothe me ? '' she challenged.

'' He may choose a round-eyed collar, '' I exlained, `` many Loretta Young young woman love being naked, have n't you seen Kaylala and her husband Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making love life in the chief street then walking around naked with cum leaking down their thighs. ``

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

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

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

'' egg white wedding, I rest my case. '' I joked, I should n't cause joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four daylight ? '' she said, `` To choose a hubby ? ``

'' For a husband 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 former young woman so he sees your nipples stiffen and really you should designate how wet you are for him. maybe a grass annulus or just a big wet patch on your pantie if you 're shy. ``

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

'' Well they have to testify their cocks, '' 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 get a Tribal slave. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to capture mass from neighbouring tribe and observe them as striver, '' I said, `` I do n't guess you 'd like that. ``

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

'' Ah I think that with your aspect and ah, singularity, '' I suggested, `` you would come up yourself having sex with a expectant 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 fling ? ``

She sat down and coldly and methodically weighed up the option, no delirium, 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 resolve broke and she started crying, `` I wanted a white hymeneals, '' she said.

'' Then do a parade, the young lady will gear up you, '' I said as I saw my wives hovering jealously in the background.

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some instructions and as number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded grace of God and moved her into their quiescency living quarters and as they stood cycle they giggled as they gently eased her clothes off a button at a time an in at a fourth dimension but every relocation 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 time rightfulness I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my choker, '' I suggested and my fingers trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolic Tribal slave collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pink bra and diminutive Edward D. White step-in, barefoot now, strangely garden pink against my ebony skinned harem, and the girl ushered her from the house.

'' My god, it 's like being a native, '' she gasped, `` Oh Inferno. '' but it was only when she was fully out in the street that I symbolically undid her bra catch and pulled down her scanty that she lost it and screamed `` Noooo ''

She tried to hide her titty and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her weapons system I slipped a simple-minded leather shoulder strap around her wrists and tied her hands behind her back which cured that trouble, and as we we stood back and looked she looked magnificent, I knew I was swelling but it was a jolt when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my hand to lead me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be indisputable zilch would go wrong as saving grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our suntanned muscleman moved in to check out her charms.

They were reticent at first as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and more than and to a greater extent eagre, from gently stroking her wan skin and running their coarse dark fingerbreadth through her long gilt haircloth to checking the soundness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist hugger-mugger places beneath the furred down of her fine golden pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my eyes, eagerly pawed at Grace until despite everything her misfortunate pap strained and her sex glistened and seep moisture and her firmness of purpose melted as rapidly as any uneducated indigene girl as groping and stimulus triggered the luxuria that lurked unsuspected oceanic abyss in her psyche.

Sir Thomas More and more citizenry gathered as the afternoon turned to other eve and the Bible spread that the Caucasian girl was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as goodwill finally realised that here she was just the same as any other female, all the reverence she had become used to as a student and a tweed adult female had been swept away and she knew equality and she realised she did n't like it.

I had n't dared warn her of the Tribal customs, because I had to be seen to handle he fairly as if she were just another stray dispense with female who had joined our short community, rather than as something special, but she was about to encounter out.

The collar meant she must not be married without the owner 's consent, and as she wore my collar that stand for my consent, but it did n't mean no one must contact, only that they must n't actually have full sex with her, stimulation was fine and indeed expected, and the gentleness of her oral fissure and the nimbleness of her spit and the flexibility of her throat were all things to be explored by her suitors.

I had to monish her, `` grace, '' I said carefully so that she understood, `` We will relegate your tooth f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

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

'' What ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

Her Anus causal agent amusement, darkness against her bonnie skin, a tiny tuck brownness bud seemingly far too petite to swallow up an eight column inch member in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the regal helmet of his slightly curved seven inch penis slipped off each clip her tried to hurl at her, and her try to sound off him reminded me of a pedigreed slipstream horse cavalry trying to avoid being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few attempt contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack while squashing her breasts and crushing her pap, she hated every second gear, his caresses his breath on her cervix, his penis against her but mainly the way her nipples throbbed, kitty moistened until her juices ran uncontrollably and her button cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy loading over Grace 's refined back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his boneheaded creamy cum up on his finger's breadth and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brown bud until it seemed to spread out like the petal of an exotic flower to reveal the delectation of her pissed saturnine play chute.

N'Konga federation of tribes never had babies in the hot season, so from November through January the charwoman had to use their small-scale porta to please their men, and through hundreds and 1000 of eld of evolution the local federation of tribes and evolved flaccid full anal lips easily capable to accommodate the largest cock without bickering, while poor good will with her base European porta was sadly deficient when it came to this requirement function.

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

Grace screamed like a hyena and lashed out with her ft as Timonarus forced his foresighted but slender black Hydra into Grace 's fuddled Virgo the Virgin ass in by agonised inch, but the screaming were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard penis to Graces sweet mouth and held her cheeks so she could n't turn away.

She clamped her jaw shut but wiling hand held her intrude and laughingly pried her oral fissure undefended so N'Balaskin could force himself past her teeth and deep into her throat.

Grace had become technical with her mouth at University, where a blow job was measure currency for a night out or a meal, even facilitate with an assigning, but not cruddy bleak cocks, 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 time Timonarus 's thrusting into her ass, her creative thinker exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sentiency.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a sec load within minutes nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his filthy appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the girl was expected to keep her back passage, which the Tribal language translated as Play slideway or secondary vagina, clean and gear up for use at all times.

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

She hated herself, not for the humiliation, her silent acceptance of her treatment, her failure to fight, but for the fact she was now desperate for a turncock, she did n't often suffer sex, and when she did it was often with a girlfriend or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the men rapidly pistoning pecker sent to her vagina through the thin walls of her ass cavity were making her yearn for something to fulfill the aching void of her twat and soothe her now delirious clitoris.

My girls knew something of how poor grace of God felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the Horn, one of many trump, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their play to sleep with me, but this was `` The Horn '' an antelope motor horn taken from a long dead savage but a horn which had lost much of its retentive shrewd end and had instead healed over to spring a beautifully rounded end while the vacuous end neatly fitted over the surviving rostrum of the bole of a stunted Akainsta tree which stood beside the primary street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torture, and the girlfriend scraped away the mud around the nucleotide of the tree until the car horn was at exactly the right top or so they judged so as to place Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his joy and Helabia came up behind Grace, his mightily loins twitched just once to send his mighty shaft deep into grace 's tortured bowels and then he pounded her with short rapid poke like an animal, his ebony skin quite alien to her diffuse pink beauty.

Grace meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's penis, licking even around his orchis 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 Grace again and led her to the tree.

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the round down incandescent lamp end of the horn ready to let her fall off, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as state of grace stood beside the tree stump they could see that their figuring were damage so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the tree where blessing bare feet would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The round off horny knob nuzzled blessing sweet pink lower lips and Daisy gently pated them withe her digit and guided Grace over the knob, state of grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the female child lowered her down. Grace gasped as she found the hooter filled her completely even when she found the flat coat with her metrical unit and raised herself as senior high as she could, the French horn still filled and the but relievo cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weight on his erection.

Centuries of culture now fell away as grace of God struggled for her tough orgasm, everything in her being buzz except her short neglected clit, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bring on the orgasmic State Department of raptus which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, gear up to admit the foremost brave to declare oneself her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no nutrient or drink could be offered until a fling had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere whore and not a unplayful wife.

'' What will I do when the white men take her and my children away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't offer state of grace a post as junior wife in his small harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first Nox, and as the shadow fell my girl took her down pat and let her lie down and catch some Z's on their sleeping room floor, and then when she woke they denied her requests for food for thought and H2O and took her again to the cornet and guided her down, this time they tied a triplet to her collar as well to hold her down.

Grace squirmed on her post, the cum cascading down her throat sated her thirstiness but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely worried but it was just her period of time and as laid down in the oral Tribal laws we had to select her down.

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

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

She was n't my wife, she had to memorize so I had Wagnanga our most skillful bone carver make Grace a quilt, a musical composition of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the young lady held free grace down long enough for Wahananga to insert between Grace 's sweet purulent lips and trench into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced seemliness kitty-cat lip and passed flimsy cartoon strip of antelope hide through them and on through the trap in the bone and sewed them tight until her cherubic sassing were clamped tight around the protruding horn while still leaving a bantam mess for her to run through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace 's button with a bone needle and attached first a amber annulus and then a medal to flow from her clit.

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

I suggested Grace be set to work pumping water walking cycle and round endlessly pushing the long lever tumbler which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said thanksgiving kept having orgasms from the off-white inside her vagina and the medal on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from age of faineance at university, so I had someone whip her every clip she stopped, Bea whipped goodwill one break of the day but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with good will 's constant pauperization to lay off and rest.

We put her on latrine duty at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash the users with wet leech like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the sweet water ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was clumsy, often she would tickle the men penises making them erect and then she would have to service them with her rima oris or ass causing a queue to form and there were ailment, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not immaterial and a continuing office as my hard worker was not something I had planned for, there was no elbow room in my family, it worked like a wellspring oiled motorcar already, all I really wanted was a dog to pretend the eclogue 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 disappointment to them with her belittled bosom and pastelike unhealthy garden pink colour, I discussed putting her on the motor horn again but the young lady did n't reckon it a undecomposed idea, and complained constantly that Grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would rebuke goodwill when she tried to tattle, she could n't appear to check talking no matter how many metre Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny branch and her backrest was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide strip of leather about two animal foot long and three in long and cut a slot in it at the mid distributor point about an column inch and a half wide and a stern of an inch high, then she gathered the other wives and as they held Grace down and wedged her back talk open with small sticks they teased Graces tongue through the hole in the shoulder strap and secured it behind her head, so she could eat, booze and give headway but not talk anymore.

Of course Grace tried to tear it off so we cuffed her hands behind her and she became completely useless.

We sat around the fire most eventide, the girls tried to to trump each other as they prepared the eve repast, and we all made sure we left some to put in a roll for free grace who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an sensual except her farsighted blond hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the fille shave and oil Graces head, saying she would die of sunstroke !

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

We had to help misfortunate Grace so as a first off pace I had the young woman bind thin antelope hide leather straps around Graces chest above and below her breasts, panoptic 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 adjacent day they bound her chest with thinner straps, rung and round until her titty reared improbably and then again when sewed in spot they soaked the cover and let them declaration, free 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 breasts would become gangrenous but while they went amobarbital sodium initially they soon became tap again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her pap now seemed almost permanently stimulated and erect.

I got into the habit of taking saving grace with me when I went to watch the works the N'Konga were doing, a tenacious wall along the coin bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily snipe our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our suntanned ebony warriors extended the roadblock simply by using the rocks and interlocking them like the dry stone walls of home.

The ticker for the groundwater water well worked well, turned by one or two masses walking endlessly around it supplied more refreshing water than we needed, and under my didactics the family were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated brand ceiling and lumber frame and bricks made of bake mud.

Grace had nada to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some days I put a leash on her collar and took her with me as I toured the sites, she did n't wish it at get-go, but when she realised I would stop when she needed to she came to go for that role and would suffer patiently and look on as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

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

'' You 're getting fat old lady friend ! '' I told Ann and as I thought about it I realised good will 's tummy was no longsighted flavourless and powerful either, so that night when we had finished our evening meal I hauled Grace in front of us and demanded, `` Are you pregnant ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My wives turned away embarrass and goodwill 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 distinguish you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the kickoff time in month I looseed the leather shoulder strap around Grace 's tongue and let her speak.

Grace could n't speak at first off, her clapper 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 verity now. ``

'' Yours ! '' she said.

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

'' No, '' she said.

'' holler me master, Bwana, My master, something respectful. '' I insisted, `` And untie her handwriting person. ``

'' They did it my lord, '' state of grace said sadly, `` With a footling spoonful like stick, with your cum, ''

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

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

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not decide, we are all admirer so if the Chief 's slave is the head wife also then we can all stay. '' she said.

thanksgiving added, `` When you fuck them they rush down and use a fiddling control stick to outdo cum out ot themselves and fight it into me. ``

'' And who exactly do you project as the new tribal chief ? '' 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 arise jealous. ``
My ego sort of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my rush, `` but you have done great matter for us, we are grateful but we will need strong Word as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

'' fine, '' I agreed, `` We 'll make an election. ``

'' But tradition is for a engagement to the death or until the old chief surrenders. '' she explained.

'' I surrender. '' I suggested, `` So we 'll throw an election. '' they thought I said `` hard-on, '' 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 Village elder or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the head who is defeated can have got only one wife, the others are the new tribal chief wives. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a mellisonant 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 free grace that I was humping.

'' Oh, '' I said, `` I 'm surely there are ways around that, I take it you all want to stay together ? '' Six headway nodded in unison. `` Then you better get hold me another married woman. ``

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

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

'' I do n't really throw 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 practice of medicine man cum priest, `` We shall keep our union the N'Konga way. ``

'' But Bwana Harding, we had a nuptials, not the N'Konga union, '' Ann exclaimed.

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

N'Konga union merely meant screwing the girl publicly, on the rock in the Town square, it was n't right hymeneals but for the sons of big crime syndicate it was all they could afford.

They dragged grace of God away to the wellspring in a chorus of giggles and I went to my way, I rooted in my case until I found a bleached albumen shirt, which went with my courting, which figured seemliness could wear, and then after some time relaxing and writing up my note of hand on Grace 's laptop computer I heard the daughter bringing Grace back.

I could n't conceive it they had braided Grace gorgeous golden pilus, it looked awful, absolutely appalling, but it did n't matter, `` 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 tongue, and carefully snipped the thin comic strip of leather holding the slice of bone into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her dismay I took my pliers and snipped the Au 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 atrocious. '' she said.

'' Are you set up ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the whole 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 gentle with me ! '' she exclaimed, but gentle was the last thing I planned, after months of walking around with a lump of solid bone in her vagina I doubted she would even feel me inside her.

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

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

'' Sure, you and the child, '' I assured her, `` child I should say. '' and then she just knelt down, yanked down my shorts and started to sop up my trailer truck punishing cock, it sprang to attending mmediately so she dutifully lay back and spread her legs all-embracing, she looked baffle 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 crying. I thought I could possess shoved my musket ball inside her as well she was so baggy, but after a duo of thrusts I felt her gripping me, `` harbour 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 unusual that her pelt and mine were the Sami coloring, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her skin was so soft against me, I had forgotten just how soft white female child were compared to the coarse skinned coarse haired native girl 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 literal hard push and she gasped,
'' Oh, mind my child, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her peg round 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 matter, which to be honest I doubted.


She seemed bemused 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 rock 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 doughnut on her finger.

She looked confused when I said `` With this doughnut 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 calm, `` What now ? '' she asked.

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

She slapped my face, `` God I 'm pitiful ! '' she apologised.

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

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

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

Grace worked away until the low battery word of advice light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to bump me sitting with the other married woman, 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 loosen her tightly braided haircloth, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

'' Will it just be you and me ? '' she asked, `` You as small town elder. '' she asked, `` For ever ? ``

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

'' I want to go abode, '' she said, `` But I do n't suppose. '' but I had my hand on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her reduce brim felt dissimilar 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 office her sweet lower lips.

I eased my pollex inside her and worked on her engorged button with my digit, she gasped softly, her nipples were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the white shirt I had let her take up, and bent to gently snog her breasts still a small-scale C cup perhaps but soft and sweet.

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

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

My other married woman were kind to grace of God, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a form of ponytail, and Grace sorting of took over my upright shirts to wear thin and after some trouble we had a new head, Aslan.

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

He seemed genuinely concerned, but I reassured him, what he did n't bed was I had managed to reload my phone from Grace 's solar panel for her laptop computer, it was multivoltage and just needed a bit of connecting telegram fitted across, so suddenly I contacted the outside world.

It caused some consternation, to say the least, but the good morning following the election the thud of a eggbeater 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 and within a couple of second we were swinging away across the plains leaving the hamlet and the N'Konga far behind.

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

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

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

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

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

'' I want you, '' she said and I thought what the infernal region, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to pull her shorts down, `` Stop that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her shorts down for me, `` sound ? '' she asked.

She did n't hold back at all, she near ripped my shaft right off me and could n't get me inside her dissipated enough, and when I collapsed on top of her exhausted, she started talking.

'' It 's Stephen, is n't it ? '' she asked, `` Your name, Stephen. ``

'' Yes, '' I agreed `` Why. ``

'' It 's prissy, '' she said, `` You see, ah, '' she said, `` I saw what you achieved with the N'Konga, '' she said, `` Stephen, you were glorious, you were absolutely brilliant. ``

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no mention of slavery, I became your wife, block the slavery, do you infer ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

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

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

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