N'Konga

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

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwelcome, a sword of Damacles hanging over my little idyll as I ruled over my own hamlet 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 twelvemonth really, but a puerility as the son of a car-mechanic in a Yorkshire mining settlement playing with machinery and a degree in Politics had set me up nicely for an obscure small town with a give out water pump, in fact not one but three failed water pump, one petrol powered in entire working order but no petrol, a twist pump, with no wind, and an old lever tumbler action pump with a broken lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming Andrew D. White charger like a medeval knight but in a chime Helicopter with some basic tools and a few pocket of food aid.

They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was shorten the confidential information pump beam of light by two twelve foot sections, take down the column and make up a twain of handgrip so they could walk round and stave and pump the piddle up that way, but to a clan used to fetching nasty water from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was animation changing.

Of path I should have declined all the protection offered, it was just the kindly employment I was supposed to do but I was youthful, it 's no exculpation 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 direction my satellite phone when I left it on and flattened the shelling, so I made the honorable of it in an country financial aid had yet to reach.

The N'Konga kinship group had fought among themselves for generations, the loss leader seldom surviving for a twelvemonth, 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 apprize that as chief I was expected to drive a wife from each of the three main families but it was no rigourousness, 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 gens were unrepeatable, certainly I could n't get my tongue around them, but we soon had a great rapport development, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned don of girls reaching marriageable age and so my home had grown to six married woman Daisy, Eve and butt having joined me in marital bliss and fairly soon the extrusion of their bellies was an meter reading six children would soon join them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded return to civilisation was impending as the Charity review team liveried chopper was upon us.

The Bell Jet ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friends to constitute a safeguard of accolade, with their fizgig held at the slope which actually looked reasonably aggressive and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must have looked very fearsome, myself as foreman quite darkly tanned in my wide-eyed brimmed shrub hat heart-to-heart neck shirt and shorts, my men bare breasted, but with arm banding for social station and Khaki shorts and rush and the charwoman bare breasted wearing anything from a smoke skirt through skimpy panties to a fashion designer frock five size of it too small which Ann as my number one married woman somehow managed to squeeze into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the eggbeater occupants was a adult female, but when she opened the doorway and stepped out her beauty was a jar to the organization, nine calendar month of mordant society had made me forget how irresistible a bazaar skinned funfair 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 long lightly tanned pegleg stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her practical Khaki boot and at her modest european titty tightening the framework of her tight white blouse, such a contrast to my kindred womens vast give up swinging udders.

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

'' Welcome to my low Village, '' I replied, `` Please may I introduce my wife, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in turn, `` And Daisy, Eve and Fanny. ``

'' hi, '' she said, `` I 'm free grace, seemliness tattle ''

'' They do n't speak much English yet, we 're mainly French speakers here, '' I suggested, `` But what did you require to jazz ? '' I asked as surrounded by my warriors we stood on the edge of our Village where the galvanise steel roofing tack of the wooden framed mud brick houses shone like mirrors in the blaze sun.

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

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

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

'' Probably not, the miss will call up we are having sex, '' I said.

'' Mr Harding, '' she said frostily, her blue center 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 times. '' I motioned towards my own lowly base, easily the largest in the small town with two floor and a reception way heavy enough for the whole kindred to squeeze into.

We went upstairs to my way, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a smart desk, I made it myself, in fact I built nigh of the house and did nearly all the body of work on my room, it was quite a smart elbow room, I just about wear out the wood plane planing the timber to instrument panel out the mud brick wall so apart from no windows and no light it was as trade good as most garden sheds `` Do you ingest 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 entryway. '' she said.

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

'' But Mr Warren Gamaliel Harding, am I to understand you are having sexual affaire with natives ? '' she said.

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

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

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

'' Being rude to Ann 's hubby I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am main, more like Town clerk than dictator, and according to tribal tradition I have a number of married woman. ``

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

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

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

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the cuss to build up a pair Cordell Hull so the Crocs ca n't reverse it over so comfortable. ``

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

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

'' How did you be intimate ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' I did government, me '' I said, `` Mind you my dad taught me how to use a screwdriver, and that 's far more useful. ``

She scowled disapprovingly at me, and then she looked up, `` What 's that, '' she said as we heard the Jet Texas Ranger engines spooling up.

'' Sounds like he wants to leave, '' 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 stairs, ( Which I built ) and ran for the ship's bell, `` John the Divine, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down primary street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' John the pilot 's voice boomed from a loudspeaker under the olfactory organ, `` But we ca n't have you reporting back to London, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed difference, only to pounce low again and throw out her backpack.

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

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

It was an inept situation, completely unexpected, but a few matter became clear, such as it was n't an oversight that my satellite phone Photo cadre was missing fromm my kit and I was sure we travelled south E not south west to the Village when I came originally, and when Grace said a dissimilar epithet for the hamlet where we had been left I knew it was no fortuity that we had been dumped here.

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

'' And you let them have it away you knew ? '' I asked. she nodded.

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

'' They 'll add up 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 life 's not so bad. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't have to take heed 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 second when I heard Grace cheering, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my fittest Young gent surrounding seemliness trying to score her and she was finding it something of a culture blow, she was actually as tall 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 gentleman in supergrass dame showing their fully engorged genitalia in a bid to bring in her favours.

She should have been in one-seventh heaven with a choice of three eight column inch pricks a seven and two sixes on whirl but she was too stupid to be flattered. `` Harding ! '' I corrected her, `` what is it ? ``

'' They exposed themselves, '' she said.

'' It 's their way of asking you out, '' I said, `` You 'll have to get used to it until you marry. ``

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

'' You do utter French people, '' I asked.

'' Un Per, '' she said unconvincingly.

'' Then say thank you, but, '' I suggested.

'' But what ? '' she asked.

'' That you 're only here for a day or two. '' I suggested. `` We have a invitee room in my house supposedly for visiting high-up, I suppose you had comfortably arrest there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal lore said guests were welcome for a week and a day, so blessing was waited on like royal line by my wives for the first couple of days while Grace worked away on her reckoner, recharging it from a orderly Solar panel as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my secret throne and generally lived like a queen, but on the third day with Eve as chaperon I broached the subject of the eight day rule.

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

'' Right ? and what does that ask ? '' she asked.

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

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

'' No '' I explained `` In your case you need to retrieve a married man, as you see there are no single cleaning woman 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 slumber under my roof beyond seven days, I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not middling to my wives. ``

'' Those brute ! '' 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 need to be hateful, '' I told grace of God, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wives. ``

'' But they 're wolf, they walk around one-half defenseless ! '' Grace complained.

'' seemliness, unless you find a married man in the next four Clarence Day you will be paraded naked through the village and kept tied up in the corral until somebody will charter you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local girlfriend has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to catch a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and fair sex, a girlfriend belongs to her sire, the woman to her hubby, so at 1st menstruation she is stripped naked and the Fatherhood takes her wearing apparel and it is for the husband to enclothe her, if he wishes. ``

'' At catamenia ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' well, in theory, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are comme il faut masses, usually the girl finds her fellow but just occasionally a beginner needs the old way to get a daughter to take on what is available and to bury her dream. ''

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

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

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

'' He may choose a simple collar, '' I exlained, `` many young girls love being naked, have n't you seen Kaylala and her hubby Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making making love in the independent 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 equivalence, '' I snarled, `` except when it comes to you, you think because you 're white you should be treated differently do n't you ? '' I challenged.

'' I want to meet the correctly man and have a ovalbumin hymeneals. '' she said firmly.

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

'' Four Day ? '' she said, `` To pick out a married man ? ``

'' 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 early girls so he sees your pap stiffen and really you should record how wet you are for him. maybe a grass bird or just a big wet patch on your step-in if you 're shy. ``

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

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

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

'' No, deadly grievous, '' I said, `` the only early options are to bequeath or suit a Tribal slave. ``

'' A What ? '' she asked.

'' They used to catch people from neighbouring kin and keep them as striver, '' I said, `` I do n't imagine you 'd wish that. ``

'' effective than being forced to have sex with a barbarian. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

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

'' 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 alternative, no frenzy, just calm contemplation.

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

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

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

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

'' I ca n't '' she protested but I gave Ann some instructions and as number one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded Grace and moved her into their quiescence quarters and as they stood cycle they giggled as they gently eased her dress off a button at a time an in at a time but every move gracility made to baulk 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 right I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my dog collar, '' I suggested and my finger trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolic Tribal slave pinch around her neck.

She stood in just her garden pink bra and tiny white panties, barefoot now, strangely pink against my pitch black skinned harem, and the girls ushered her from the house.

'' My god, it 's like being a indigene, '' she gasped, `` Oh pit. '' but it was only when she was fully out in the street that I symbolically undid her bra taking into custody and pulled down her panty that she lost it and screamed `` Noooo ''

She tried to hide her breasts and sex with her hands but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her arms I slipped a simple leather strap around her wrists and tied her hands behind her back which cured that problem, and as we we stood back and looked she looked magnificent, I knew I was swelling but it was a electrical shock when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my hand to pass me to bed.

I resisted, I needed to be surely naught would go wrongly as Grace realised she had nowhere to run to and our tan musclebuilder moved in to check her charms.

They were reticent at first as if afraid to touch, but then they became bolder and more and more aegir, from gently stroking her pale skin and running their coarse nighttime finger through her long golden hair to checking the firmness of her flat well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist confidential post beneath the furry down feather of her fine favorable pubic hair.
Grace gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my heart, eagerly pawed at good will until despite everything her poor tit strained and her sex glistened and exude moisture and her resoluteness melted as rapidly as any uneducated native girl as groping and stimulation triggered the lust that lurked unsuspected deep in her mind.

More and Sir Thomas More people gathered as the afternoon turned to early eventide and the discussion spread that the white lady friend was being paraded for matrimony, I watched in amusement as Grace finally realised that here she was just the same as any other female, all the awe she had become used to as a scholarly person and a blank woman had been swept away and she knew equality and she realised she did n't like it.

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

The taking into custody meant she must not be married without the possessor 's consent, and as she wore my collar that think of my consent, but it did n't think of no one must extend to, only that they must n't actually cause full sex with her, arousal was fine and indeed expected, and the unmanliness of her backtalk and the nimbleness of her natural language and the tractableness of her throat were all matter to be explored by her suitors.

I had to warn her, `` state of grace, '' I said carefully so that she understood, `` We will break your tooth f you bite anyone ''

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' fellatio, the men will want to see how near you are at giving read/write 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 wickedness skinned hands gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

'' We have no Doctor of Sacred Theology or help, '' I reassured her, `` Relax, our own daughter love their parades, they love the attending, '' I said.

Her Anus cause amusement, night against her fair tegument, a midget puckered John Brown bud seemingly far too tiny to immerse an eight inch member in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the purple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch phallus slipped off each time her tried to force at her, and her attempts to kick him prompt me of a pedigree race horse trying to avoid being saddled,

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

N'Balaskin gasped, his eye bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy load over Grace 's graceful back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his thick creamy cum up on his digit and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny brown bud until it seemed to open like the petal of an exotic flower to reveal the delectation of her miserly colored turn chute.

N'Konga kin group never had babies in the hot time of year, so from November through January the womanhood had to use their belittled opening to please their men, and through hundred and one thousand of years of evolution the topical anesthetic Tribes and evolved soft wide-cut anal retentive brim easily able-bodied to reconcile the largest hammer without fuss, while poor blessing with her mean European orifice was sadly deficient when it came to this necessary function.

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

state of grace screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her foot as Timonarus forced his long but lithesome black snake into seemliness 's mean Virgo the Virgin ass inch by agonized in, but the howler were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi laborious member to Grace sweet mouth and held her cheeks so she could n't deform away.

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

Grace had become expert with her mouth at University, where a black eye job was standard up-to-dateness for a Night out or a meal, even help with an assignment, but not nasty Black person cocks, those were freshly showered and knock and much, much shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to make out her mouth in clock time Timonarus 's thrusts into her ass, her head exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated maven.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a second lode within minutes nearly choking Grace but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his filthy member cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal custom the young woman was expected to keep her hinder transition, which the Tribal spoken communication translated as swordplay Chute or petty vagina, blank and ready for use at all times.

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

She hated herself, not for the chagrin, her tacit adoption of her handling, her failure to fight, but for the fact she was now desperate for a cock, she did n't often consume sex, and when she did it was often with a girl or more often her vibrator, but he sensations the mens rapidly pistoning cocks sent to her vagina through the thin wall of her ass cavity were making her yearn for something to fill the aching emptiness of her pussy and soothe her now excited clitoris.

My girls knew something of how poor Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to get the trumpet, one of many horns, antlers tusks and bones that they used when it was not their routine to sleep with me, but this was `` The Horn '' an antelope horn taken from a long dead fauna but a horn which had lost much of its long sharp end and had instead healed over to mold a beautifully rounded end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving stump of the luggage compartment of a scrawny Akainsta tree which stood beside the primary street, a cunningly contrived musical instrument of agony, and the young woman scraped away the mud around the root word of the tree until the car horn was at exactly the rectify height or so they judged so as to send seemliness wild.

Matumosaba took his joy and Helabia came up behind Grace, his powerful loins twitched just once to get off his mighty dick deep into grace of God 's torture bowels and then he pounded her with short rapid thrusts like an fauna, his jet black skin quite alien to her soft pink beauty.

gracility meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's penis, licking even around his balls as he shafted her throat as his hard-on expanded once more, and thats when Ann took flush, ordering the men away and sa they withdrew so my little girl surrounded Grace again and led her to the tree.

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

The brush up horny knob nuzzled thanksgiving sweet pink lower lips and Daisy gently pated them withe her fingers and guided Grace over the boss, saving grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the missy lowered her pile. Grace gasped as she found the horn filled her completely even when she found the ground with her metrical unit and raised herself as high as she could, the horn still filled and the only alleviation cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weightiness on his erection.

hundred of refinement now fell away as good will struggled for her knotty climax, everything in her being bombinate except her poor neglected clitoris, the very trigger that needed squeezing to bring on the orgasmic state of ecstasy which she craved and now she stood like a frustrated doe antelope desperate for satisfaction, ready to accept the first gear brave to offer her a lieu in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal lore said no solid food or drinking could be offered until a offer had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere whore and not a severe 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 proffer Grace a post as Jr wife in his small harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first nighttime, and as the darkness fell my female child took her pull down and let her lie down and sleep on their bedroom flooring, and then when she woke they denied her petition for solid food and water and took her again to the trumpet and guided her down, this time they tied a leash to her collar as well to hold her down.

Grace squirmed on her Wiley Post, the cum cascading down her pharynx sated her thirst but still no one offered, and towards noon she started bleeding, I was severely worried but it was just her menstruum and as laid down in the unwritten Tribal laws we had to subscribe her down.

She was so decrepit that I had the miss take her interior, where she lay sweating on the mud level until the mud stained her fair skin to a nasty golden tan.

The meter had passed for married couple when the bleeding stopped, she was my slave according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibility, but Grace could n't see that. Still she clung to her thought of westerly superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering thanksgiving 's wearing apparel and giving them to other kin the great unwashed and she was the endure 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 expert os statue maker make Grace a comforter, a piece of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the girls held Grace down long enough for Wahananga to insert between Grace 's angelic pussy rim and abstruse into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced grace of God kitty rim and passed slender strips of antelope hide through them and on through the holes in the bone and sewed them tight until her honeyed mouth were clamped tight around the protruding horn while still leaving a tiny kettle of fish for her to run through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace 's clitoris with a osseous tissue needle and attached first a atomic number 79 ring and then a medallion to string up from her clit.

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

I suggested thanksgiving be set to ferment pumping water walking round and round endlessly pushing the long lever which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said blessing kept having orgasms from the bone inside her vagina and the medallion on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from year of idling at university, so I had someone whip her every time she stopped, Bea whipped Grace one morning but she gave up and pushed the bar around herself because she was so frustrated with Grace 's constant pauperism to stop 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 sponge like Metacarpa plant leaves dipped in the the angelic weewee ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leave, but she was clumsy, often she would vellicate the men penises making them erect and then she would sustain to service them with her mouth or ass causing a queue to organise and there were complaints, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not indifferent and a continuing role as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no elbow room in my family, it worked like a wellspring oiled machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to ca-ca the pastoral thoroughgoing, but instead I had this bitch.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted seemliness for his wife, but it seemed she was a disappointment to them with her small breasts and pasty unhealthy pink coloration, I discussed putting her on the horn again but the lady friend did n't reckon it a estimable estimate, and complained constantly that Grace ate our food and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the female child would scold good will when she tried to talk, she could n't seem to stop talking no matter how many sentence Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny ramification and her back was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a encompassing flight strip of leather about two base longsighted and three in long and cut a time slot in it at the mid point about an inch and a one-half wide and a quarter of an in high, then she gathered the other married woman and as they held Grace down and wedged her mouthpiece open with small sticks they teased free grace glossa through the muddle in the shoulder strap and secured it behind her read/write head, so she could eat, drink and have head but not mouth anymore.

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

We sat around the fire most even, the girl tried to to outdo each early as they prepared the evening meal, and we all made sure we left some to put in a bowl for grace who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an animate being except her long light-haired hair's-breadth trailed in her food and I refused to let the girls shave and oil Grace question, saying she would die of siriasis !

It was then we realised Grace 's minor breasts probably put N'Konga men off marrying her, how could such diminutive by their touchstone, pear tree human body C cup breasts provide for a hungry unseasoned N'konga ?

We had to serve misfortunate Grace so as a first step I had the girls bind thin antelope fell leather straps around Graces chest above and below her titty, wide strap which they sewed in billet and then soaked with well water and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the side by side day they bound her breast with thinner straps, round and round of drinks until her breasts reared improbably and then again when sewed in position they soaked the book binding and let them contract, blessing could n't protest, but her knocker swelled un naturally like some bdsm pornstar but still sadly the N'Konga were not impressed.

I worried her chest would suit gangrenous but while they went grim initially they soon became rap again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her nipples now seemed almost permanently stimulated and upright.

I got into the use of taking blessing with me when I went to check the works the N'Konga were doing, a retentive bulwark along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily set on our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our bronzed ebony warriors extended the barrier simply by using the rock-and-roll and interlocking them like the dry stone bulwark of home.

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

blessing had naught to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some days I put a tierce on her arrest and took her with me as I toured the sites, she did n't care it at initiatory, but when she realised I would stop when she needed to she came to take on that character and would stand patiently and watch as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept thanksgiving silenced with the spit gag for ages, 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 grace 's corporation was no thirster matt and powerful either, so that Night when we had finished our evening repast I hauled Grace in front of us and demanded, `` Are you pregnant ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My wife turned away embarrassed and grace of God 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.

'' seemliness will tell you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the first meter in months I looseed the leather strap around blessing 's tongue and let her speak.

Grace could n't speak at first of all, her tongue was swollen, but I left her for a while and eventually she found her voice.

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

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

'' Yours ! '' she said.

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

'' No, '' she said.

'' Call me passkey, Bwana, My lord, something reverential. '' I insisted, `` And untie her hands someone. ``

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

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

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

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not adjudicate, we are all ally so if the Chief 's slave is the Chiefs wife also then we can all stay. '' she said.

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

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

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no honorable at sexual love. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and grow jealous. ``
My ego sort of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my boots, `` but you have done keen things for us, we are thankful but we will involve warm sons as well as clever 1, '' Eve continued.

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

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

'' I surrender. '' I suggested, `` So we 'll experience 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 most N'Konga is chief. '' I explained carefully `` And then I teach him or he how I do affair and then I go and live at the far end of the Village as Village elder or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can have only one married woman, the others are the new tribal chief wife. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet girl, but no one wold say she was beautiful, quite often I closed my centre when I screwed her and dreamed it was charlotte Christian church, or Marilyn President Monroe or on one juncture even Grace that I was humping.

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

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

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

'' I do n't really suffer a option do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new chief 's striver, a difficult decision '' she said, sarcastically.

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

'' But Bwana Warren Gamaliel Harding, we had a wedding, not the N'Konga trade union, '' Ann exclaimed.

'' This is speedy, 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 young lady publicly, on the rock in the Town second power, it was n't proper wedding party but for the sons of big families it was all they could afford.

They dragged state of grace away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my room, I rooted in my face until I found a bleached Caucasian shirt, which went with my case, which figured saving grace could wear, and then after some fourth dimension relaxing and writing up my Federal Reserve note on blessing 's Laptop I heard the girls bringing Grace back.

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

'' Come here, '' I ordered and I held my hand out to Grace, she came closer and I reached out for my cunning knife, and carefully snipped the melt off comic strip of leather holding the musical composition of bone into her cunt, she winced and grimaced as I pulled it out, and then to her consternation I took my pliers and snipped the gold ring through her clit.

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

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

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

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the completely 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 matter I planned, after calendar month of walking around with a swelling of solid off-white in her vagina I doubted she would even palpate 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 calculate after my baby wo n't you ? ``

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

It was weird, I just shoved myself decent inside her, no messing about, she was so stretched it was jiffy. I thought I could have shoved my nut inside her as well she was so sloppy, but after a mates of thrusts I felt her gripping me, `` Hold me. '' she said, `` Ohhhhhh, ''

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

'' still ! '' I told her, but she was n't occupy, but it seemed strange that her cutis and mine were the same semblance, it was difficult to see where she ended and I began, and her peel was so easy against me, I had forgotten just how gentle white-hot little girl were compared to the coarse skinned rough-cut haired aboriginal missy and I pretty much relaxed into saving grace 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to sleep on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few existent hard thrusts and she gasped,
'' Oh, take care my child, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her legs 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 thing, which to be reliable I doubted.


She seemed bemuse when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the wedding party pics. '' I suggested, and then I put her laptop on a rock-and-roll and recorded Fanouka our practice of medicine man blessing our union.

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

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

I led her inside, she seemed somehow calm, `` What now ? '' she asked.

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

She slapped my side, `` God I 'm sorry ! '' she apologised.

'' Look, just get writing, you have some Laptop battery left so memorialize 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. ``

goodwill worked away until the low stamp battery word of advice light came on, and then closed the lid and looked around to find 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 goodwill to my elbow room where I sat her down and started to undo her tightly braided hair, and she just sat and let me fiddle away.

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

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

'' I want to go home, '' she said, `` But I do n't hypothesise. '' but I had my manus on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her slender lips felt unlike 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 leg to part her sweet-scented 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 albumen shirt I had let her borrow, and hang to gently snog her knocker still a modest C cup perhaps but diffuse and sweet.

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

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

My other wives were form to blessing, they were cross that I had unbraided her hair but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and Grace sort of took over my ripe shirts to break and after some problems we had a new headman, Aslan.

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

He seemed genuinely relate, but I reassured him, what he did n't know was I had managed to recharge my telephone from Grace 's solar panel for her Laptop, 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 morning following the election the thud of a whirlybird was heard once again and as an old Bell Huey set down just international Ithiel Town so we were waiting with a single case and goodwill 's laptop and within a couple of moment we were swinging away across the plains leaving the Village and the N'Konga far behind.

'' fille notification, Mr Harding, '' Tanakula Masanabe the topical anesthetic administrator for UniChar greeted us, but grace of God 's chemical reaction startled me.

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

'' There 's no need to stay get hitched with if you do n't want to. '' I suggested.

'' Do n't you require 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 hell on earth, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to pull her short pants down, `` Stop that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her shorts down for me, `` Better ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

'' You bought republic 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, draw a blank the thraldom, do you sympathise ? ''

'' 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 imagine of something, '' she said .