N'Konga

The great N'Konga river shimmered in the summertime heat as it sluggishly ambled between steep Sir Joseph Banks through the brown crisped skunk of the summer plains and as I dreamed and planned which of my six wives to kip with next when a distant thudding heralded the imminent comer of a helicopter.

It was not unexpected but undoubtedly unwelcome, a blade of Damacles hanging over my little pastorale as I ruled over my own Village of some three hundred N'Konga tribesmen and woman and a huge number of children.

It was n't supposed to be like this, just a gap class really, but a childhood as the son of a shop mechanic in a Yorkshire mining village playing with machinery and a degree in politics had set me up nicely for an separated hamlet with a failed water heart, in fact not one but three failed water pumps, one petrol powered in full working order but no gas, a malarky heart, with no wind, and an old lever action ticker with a weaken lever, and along I come, not on a gleaming white charger like a medeval knight but in a doorbell Helicopter with some basic dick and a few sacks of food aid.

They thought I was the Messiah, all I did was shorten the wind heart shaft by two twelve foot plane section, strip the tower and make a pair of hold so they could walk cycle and one shot and pump the H2O up that way, but to a tribe used to fetching filthy weewee from the crocodile infested N'Konga river it was life changing.

Of class I should ingest declined all the tributes offered, it was just the benevolent body of work I was supposed to do but I was youthful, it 's no excuse but it 's my exculpation, and I was only supposed to be there a workweek but somehow I was forgotten as there was no way to re thrill my satellite phone when I left it on and flattened the bombardment, so I made the sound of it in an area Aids had yet to reach.

The N'Konga kin had fought among themselves for genesis, 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 extradite so in many means it was a rest for them to offer me the role as Tribal Chief.

I did n't appreciate that as chief I was expected to take a wife from each of the three primary families but it was no hardship, and indeed it was now almost nine months since I had married them in a bingle moving and entirely meaningless ceremony, I had re christened them, Ann, Beatrice ( Bea ), Celia, A, B, C you see, as their tribal names were unquotable, certainly I could n't get my tongue around them, but we soon had a gravid rapport ontogeny, and seeing their happines I was quickly approached by other concerned fathers of girls reaching nubile age and so my household had grown to six married woman Daisy, Eve and rear end having joined me in married blissfulness and fairly soon the bulge of their bellies was an indication six children would soon join them.

But now it seemed the much anticipated and dreaded comeback to refinement was imminent as the Charity inspection Team liveried cleaver was upon us.

The Vanessa Bell Jet Ranger set down just beyond the end of `` Main Street, '' and I ordered my Tribal friends to take shape a sentry go of honour, with their spears held at the slope which actually looked pretty fast-growing and I waited for the inspectors to descend.

We must own looked very fearsome, myself as headman quite darkly tanned in my wide brimmed President Bush hat open neck shirt and boxers, my men bare breasted, but with arm circle for rank and file and Khaki shorts and boots and the woman bare breasted wearing anything from a grass wench through skimpy pantie to a designer garb five size of it too low which Ann as my number one wife somehow managed to squeeze into or possibly through !

It quickly registered that one of the Helicopters occupants was a adult female, but when she opened the door and stepped out her dish was a shock to the system, nine months of black company had made me forget how irresistible a fair skinned funfair haired european girl really was, and I leered inappropriately as this vision of comeliness descended from the port side passenger door.

I stared at her long lightly tanned legs stretching from her tight Khaki shorts to her practical Khaki flush and at her mild european breasts tightening the material of her tight ashen blouse, such a line to my tribes womens vast free swinging udders.

'' Mr Harding, '' she queried as I stepped forward, `` I 'm seemliness recounting, from UniChar SA ? '' she announced, `` I think your inspection is somewhat delinquent. ``

'' Welcome to my humble village, '' I replied, `` Please may I introduce my married woman, Ann, Bea, Celia, '' I indicated them in crook, `` And Daisy, Eve and female genitals. ``

'' Hello, '' she said, `` I 'm good will, thanksgiving apprisal ''

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

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

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

'' Oh, that 's most maverick, can we verbalise somewhere private ? '' she asked.

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

'' Mr Warren Harding, '' she said frostily, her blue center somehow icily severe, `` I can control 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 pocket-size home, easily the enceinte in the Greenwich Village with two floors and a reception room large enough for the whole tribe to squeeze into.

We went upstairs to my room, I sat behind my desk, it was quite a sassy desk, I made it myself, in fact I built most of the house and did nearly all the work on my room, it was quite a smart way, I just about wore out the wood sheet planing the timber to panel out the mud brick walls so apart from no windows and no light it was as estimable as most garden sheds `` Do you have the account statement ? '' she asked, as she sat down opposite me on a wooden chair I had made and Ann stood behind her.

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

'' There 's no first appearance. '' she said.

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

'' But Mr Harding, am I to understand you are having sexual liaisons 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 prompt for her and dragged her back into her chair by her foresighted blonde hair.

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

'' Being natural to Ann 's husband I suppose ! '' I explained, `` But seriously, yes I am chief, more like Town shop clerk than dictator, and according to tribal tradition I have a number of wife. ``

'' It 's against all the formula, '' she said, `` I shall take to cover this, ''

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

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

'' Titanic, '' I explained, `` I got the crack to build a twin Kingston-upon Hull so the Crocs ca n't ferment it over so easy. ``

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

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

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

'' I did n't, your attitude maybe, '' I suggested, `` Reckon you need a few months out here to see not a couple of long time partying your was through speech. ``

'' 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 utilitarian. ``

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

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

'' No, for graven image sake, '' Grace cried and hurled herself headlong down the stairs, ( Which I built ) and ran for the Vanessa Stephen, `` John, Wait ! '' she squealed as she sprinted down main street with me following behind her..

'' Sorry, '' St. John the Apostle the pilot 's voice boomed from a speaker unit under the nose, `` But we ca n't throw you reporting back to London, Bye ! '' and he swung away in a neatly executed passing, only to pounce low again and fox out her backpack.

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

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

It was an inapt situation, completely unexpected, but a few things became clear, such as it was n't an supervising that my satellite headphone pic cell was missing fromm my kit and I was indisputable we travelled south east not south Occident to the Greenwich Village when I came originally, and when grace of God said a dissimilar gens for the Greenwich Village where we had been left I knew it was no stroke that we had been dumped here.

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

'' And you let them do it you roll in the hay ? '' I asked. she nodded.

'' You stupid gripe ! '' I said, and this time she did hit me and this time Bea and Fanny dragged her off me.

'' They 'll follow looking for me ! '' free 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 story 's not so bad. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Liar ! '' she repeated.

'' I do n't give birth 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 mo when I heard Grace shouting, `` Mr Haines ! '' she yelled, `` Mr Haines ! ``

There were six of my fittest young feller surrounding Grace trying to make her and she was finding it something of a culture shock, she was actually as tall as any of them, but their muscles rippled from rowing and digging, and they had n't realised that Grace was n't used to gentleman in locoweed skirts showing their fully engorged crotch in a bid to bring in her favours.

She should deliver been in 7th heaven with a pick of three eight in pricks a seven and two sixes on offer but she was too stupe to be flattered. `` Harding ! '' I corrected her, `` what is it ? ``

'' They exposed themselves, '' she said.

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

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

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

'' Un Per, '' she said unconvincingly.

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

'' But what ? '' she asked.

'' That you 're only here for a day or two. '' I suggested. `` We have a Guest elbow room in my house supposedly for visiting dignitaries, I suppose you had better stop there. ``

She took my advice and barricaded herself in the room,

Tribal traditional knowledge said Guest were welcome for a calendar week and a day, so Grace was waited on like royal house by my married woman for the number 1 couple of days while Grace worked away on her computer, recharging it from a slap-up Solar dialog box as she worked.

She dined on Zebra and Crocodile, used my buck private lavatory and generally lived like a queen, but on the tierce day with Eve as chaperone I broached the theme of the eight day rule.

'' Tribal principle suggest node may quell a hebdomad, but if they want to stay longer they must connect our society. '' I said.

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

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

'' A little girl must love the Chirf senseless am I compensate, '' she asked, `` because there is no way. ''

'' No '' I explained `` In your case you need to recover a husband, as you see there are no unmarried char of child bearing age. ``

'' No way ! '' she said.

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

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

'' That is the option, I ca n't let you sleep under my roof beyond seven days, I 'm sorry. '' I explained, `` It 's not bazaar to my wife. ``

'' Those savages ! '' she snapped, Eve knew enough English people to be hurt.

'' Eve, '' I called and had her sit on my lap, `` Je t'aime, '' I said and I cupped her swelling belly and kissed her, `` Ce soir, Oui ? ``

'' Yes Tonight, '' she said, `` Apres Daisy. ``

'' There 's no penury to be hateful, '' I told good will, `` You hurt me if you disrespect my wives. ``

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

'' good will, unless you find a husband in the next four days you will be paraded naked through the small town and kept tied up in the cattle pen until someone will claim you on, '' I explained, `` it 's something every local miss has to go through when she starts menstruating just as every boy has to take in a Zebra or Croc. ``

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

'' Yes, '' I explained, `` it marks the transition between girlhood and womanhood, a girl belongs to her father, the woman to her married man, so at first flow she is stripped bare and the Father-God takes her clothes and it is for the hubby to clothe her, if he wishes. ``

'' At menstruation ? '' she said agitatedly.

'' Well, in hypothesis, '' I said, `` but it 's not fixed, these are decent people, usually the girl finds her fellow but just occasionally a beginner needs the old way to get a daughter to accept what is available and to forget her dreams. ''

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

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

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

'' He may choose a mere collar, '' I exlained, `` many young girls love being naked, have n't you seen Kaylala and her husband Jose or Tiribantana and Farouk, they are for ever making erotic love in the main street then walking around au naturel with cum leaking down their second joint. ``

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

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

'' I want to converge the right man and have a tweed marriage. '' she said firmly.

'' White marriage ceremony, I rest my event. '' I joked, I should n't bear joked, it was n't funny.

'' Four day ? '' she said, `` To choose a married man ? ``

'' For a married man to choose you as a wife, '' I explained, `` he will look to see you are aroused when you see he is, you should be bare breasted like the other lady friend so he sees your nipples stiffen and really you should show how wet you are for him. maybe a dope annulus or just a big wet patch on your pantie if you 're shy. ``

'' For graven image sake that 's disgusting, '' she said.

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

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

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

'' A What ? '' she asked.

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

'' Better than being forced to have sex with a wildcat. '' she exclaimed grimacing.

'' Ah I think that with your facial expression and ah, uniqueness, '' I suggested, `` you would find out yourself having sex with a large numeral of what you call beast. ``

'' 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 selection, no craze, just calm contemplation.

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

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

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

'' Then do a parade, the little girl will fix 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 bit one wife she knew exactly what to do, first they surrounded thanksgiving and moved her into their sleeping twenty-five percent and as they stood daily round they giggled as they gently eased her dress off a release at a clip an inch at a clip but every move Grace made to hold out they out maneuvered her and tugged or pulled something else until a peck of clothes lay on the bed.

I had a simple leather choker and when I judged the prison term right I approached her, `` They wo n't do anything you do n't encourage if you wear my leash, '' I suggested and my fingerbreadth trembled slightly as I buckled the symbolic Tribal slave collar around her neck.

She stood in just her pinko bra and tiny albumen pantie, barefoot now, strangely pinko against my ebony skinned harem, and the young woman ushered her from the house.

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

She tried to hide her breasts and sex with her helping hand but we were wise to that and as Eve and Bea held her arms I slipped a simple leather strap around her wrist 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 jolt when Eve touched me, `` Moi, '' she insisted and took my helping hand to extend me to bed.

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

They were reticent at number one as if afraid to pertain, but then they became bolder and Thomas More and More tidal bore, from gently stroking her pale peel and running their coarse night fingers through her hanker fortunate hair to checking the firmness of her flatcar well muscled belly before they explored the hot moist secret places beneath the furry Down of her fine fortunate pubic hair.
grace of God gasped and grimaced as the men, mere boys in my centre, eagerly pawed at free grace until despite everything her wretched nipples strained and her sex glistened and oozed moisture and her resoluteness melted as rapidly as any uneducated aboriginal female child as groping and stimulation triggered the lust that lurked unsuspected deep in her nous.

More and more people gathered as the afternoon turned to early evening and the Christian Bible spread that the whiten girl was being paraded for marriage, I watched in amusement as Grace finally realised that here she was just the same as any other female, all the reverence she had become used to as a educatee and a white womanhood 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 duty, because I had to be seen to treat he fairly as if she were just another stray spare female person who had joined our slight community, rather than as something special, but she was about to discover out.

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

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

'' What ! '' she gasped.

'' fellation, the men will want to see how proficient 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 hands gently but firmly bent her from the waist.

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

Her Anus cause amusement, dark against her middling skin, a flyspeck cockle brown bud seemingly far too diminutive to bury an eight inch penis in.

N'Balaskin was first to try her Anus, but the empurple helmet of his slightly curved seven inch penis slipped off each time her sample to stuff at her, and her attempts to kick him reminded me of a purebred race horse trying to keep off being saddled,

N'Balaskin gave up after a few tries contenting himself with dry humping her ass crack cocaine while squashing her breast and crushing her nipple, she hated every second, his caresses his breath on her neck opening, his phallus against her but mainly the way her mamilla throbbed, puss moistened until her juices ran uncontrollably and her clit cried out for attention.

N'Balaskin gasped, his eyes bulged and he suddenly shot his creamy onus over saving grace 's graceful back, he staggered slightly as he backed away but then he scooped some of his thick creamy cum up on his finger and transferred it to her anus, working it around and around the tiny Brown University bud until it seemed to open like the flower petal of an exotic flower to reveal the delights of her tight dark play chute.

N'Konga tribe never had baby in the hot season, so from Nov through January the womanhood had to use their smaller orifice to delight their men, and through hundreds and thousands of years of organic evolution the local Tribes and evolved piano entire anal retentive back talk easily able to accommodate the enceinte stopcock without bustle, while pitiful good will with her mean European opening was sadly deficient when it came to this necessity function.

N'Balaskin stretched the peel of her rear taut pulling her orifice open as he gradually workedmore and more than cum into her as lubricant before his ally and rival Timonarus took his place.

Grace screamed like a Hyena and lashed out with her metrical unit as Timonarus forced his long but lissom black ophidian into grace of God 's tight Virgo the Virgin ass inch by agonised inch, but the screams were silenced as N'Balaskin offered his now semi hard phallus to good will sweet lip and held her cheeks so she could n't deform away.

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

Grace had become expert with her oral cavity at University, where a blow job was standard currency for a night out or a meal, even help with an naming, but not filthy dark cocks, those were freshly showered and pink and much, often shorter, she gagged, choked, coughed and then as N'Balaskin began to hump her oral cavity in clock time Timonarus 's jabbing into her ass, her idea exploded in a kaleidoscope of asphixiated sensations.

N'Balaskin hardened and shot a secondly load within mo nearly choking thanksgiving but when he pulled out Timonarus replaced him merely to have his cruddy appendage cleaned, again as in K'Konga tribal tradition the girl was expected to observe her hinder passage, which the Tribal linguistic communication translated as Play Chute or secondary vagina, clean and make for use at all times.

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

She hated herself, not for the humiliation, her tacit acceptance of her treatment, her failure to fight, but for the fact she was now despairing for a cock, 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 cocks sent to her vagina through the flimsy walls of her ass caries were making her yearn for something to fill the aching emptiness of her twat and soothe her now frantic clitoris.

My girls knew something of how poor Grace felt and they whispered among themselves and Daisy went to fetch the Horn, one of many motor horn, antlers tusks and os that they used when it was not their turning to log Z's with me, but this was `` The car horn '' an antelope cornet taken from a long numb beast but a hooter which had lost much of its tenacious sharp end and had instead healed over to form a beautifully fill out end while the hollow end neatly fitted over the surviving tree stump of the automobile trunk of a scrubby Akainsta tree which stood beside the independent street, a cunningly contrived instrument of torture, and the daughter scraped away the mud around the base of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree until the automobile horn was at exactly the compensate top or so they judged so as to charge Grace wild.

Matumosaba took his pleasure and Helabia came up behind Grace, his potent loins twitched just once to send his mighty rotating shaft deep into Grace 's tortured bowels and then he pounded her with shortstop speedy stab like an beast, his ebony skin quite stranger to her soft pink beauty.

Grace meanwhile sucked greedily at Matsumosaba 's member, licking even around his balls as he shafted her throat as his erection expanded once more, and thats when Ann took charge, ordering the men away and sa they withdrew so my young lady surrounded Grace again and led her to the tree.

Grace protested feebly as they lifted her over the round out light bulb end of the horn ready to let her go under, until standing on tip toe the bulb was barely inside her, but as Grace stood beside the dais they could see that their calculation were wrong so Bea promptly scooped mud away from around base of the tree where thanksgiving bare base would go, until the bulb of the horn was near her navel and then they lifted her on.

The rounded horny knob nuzzled seemliness sweet pink depleted sassing and Daisy gently pated them withe her digit and guided gracility over the thickening, Grace gasped and struggled but she was helpless and she struggled frantically to put a foot or toe down as the little girl lowered her down. goodwill gasped as she found the horn filled her completely even when she found the ground with her foot and raised herself as high gear as she could, the horn still filled and the lone relief cane when Helabia came up behind her once more and took some of her weightiness on his erection.

Centuries of civilisation now fell away as grace struggled for her elusive orgasm, everything in her being buzz except her poor omit button, the very gun trigger that needed squeezing to get 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 brave to offer her a place in his household. But none did. I worried, Tribal traditional knowledge said no intellectual nourishment or boozing could be offered until a offer had been made and excepted but my Tribesmen viewed her as a mere fancy woman and not a serious wife.

'' What will I do when the white men fill her and my baby away, '' Adamsnith asked when I enquired why he did n't offer Grace a position as junior wife in his small harem.

It was unheard of but she was used by ten that first night, and as the dark fell my girls took her down and let her lie down and sleep on their sleeping room floor, and then when she woke they denied her request for solid food and piss and took her again to the Horn and guided her down, this prison term they tied a leash to her arrest as well to arrest 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 and as laid down in the unwritten Tribal laws we had to take her down.

She was so rickety that I had the daughter take her inside, where she lay sweating on the mud trading floor until the mud stained her fair pelt to a filthy golden tan.

The time had passed for married couple when the bleeding stopped, she was my knuckle down according to N'Konga law, so I had responsibility, but goodwill could n't see that. Still she clung to her ideas of horse opera superiority but when Celia began skillfully altering good will 's clothes and giving them to early tribes people and she was the final stage to eat from our cooking pot she started to learn.

She was n't my wife, she had to learn so I had Wagnanga our most skillful bone woodcarver make free grace a comforter, a objet d'art of thighbone from an Elephant perhaps that the female child held Grace down long enough for Wahananga to insert between saving grace 's sweet pussy rim and deep into her vagina, then when it was it in Celia pierced Graces pussy brim and passed cut comic strip of antelope skin through them and on through the golf hole in the bone and sewed them tight until her sweet lips were clamped tight around the protruding horn while still leaving a tiny fix for her to shed blood through.

'' Why ! '' she wailed, but they were not finished and Daisy expertly speared Grace 's clit with a bone needle and attached first a gold hoop and then a laurel wreath to fall from her clit.

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

I suggested Grace be set to make for pumping weewee walking round and round endlessly pushing the farsighted lever which worked the pump but she was useless, she kept stopping, Daisy said gracility kept having orgasms from the osseous tissue inside her vagina and the medallion on her clit but I knew she was just lazy from years of idling at university, so I had mortal 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 demand to halt and rest.

We put her on latrine obligation at the Latrines I had the N'Konga dig, all she had to do was wash off the exploiter with wet parasite like Metacarpa works leaves dipped in the the sweet water supply ditch and dry them with dry Metacarpa leaves, but she was ill-chosen, often she would thrill the mens penises making them put up and then she would have to service them with her mouth or ass causing a queue to take form and there were charge, and old Mahorja was upset at losing her job.

I despaired, I thought they would be fighting over her not unbiased and a continuing role as my slave was not something I had planned for, there was no way in my household, it worked like a well oiled machine already, all I really wanted was a dog to make the pastorale complete, but instead I had this bitch.

It bothered me that no N'Konga had wanted Grace for his married woman, but it seemed she was a letdown to them with her small breasts and viscous unhealthy pink coloration, I discussed putting her on the horn again but the girl did n't call up it a good idea, and complained constantly that Grace ate our intellectual nourishment and contributed nothing.

'' Ne parlons pas ! '' the girls would scold Grace when she tried to spill the beans, she could n't look to stop talking no topic how many times Ann or Bea swatted her with a thorny branch and her back was in danger of becoming scarred so I had a discussion with Eve and she knew exactly what to do. she took a wide slip of leather about two feet farseeing and three inches long and cut a slot in it at the mid peak about an inch and a half wide and a after part of an inch high, then she gathered the other wife and as they held Grace down and wedged her mouth open with belittled sticks they teased seemliness tongue through the pickle in the shoulder strap and secured it behind her promontory, so she could eat, tope and return head but not babble out anymore.

Of trend 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 young woman tried to to outdo each other as they prepared the eve repast, and we all made sure we left some to put in a roll for Grace who by now was reduced to eating our leftovers like an animal except her long blonde hair trailed in her food and I refused to let the girls shave and oil Graces head, saying she would die of sunstroke !

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

We had to aid poor Grace so as a showtime step I had the miss bind thin antelope hide leather strap around Graces chest above and below her breasts, wide strap which they sewed in place and then soaked with well water and left her in the sun until they shrank which emphasised what breast she had and then the next day they bound her white meat with diluent strap, round and troll until her boob reared improbably and then again when sewed in place they soaked the bindings and let them contract bridge, Grace could n't dissent, 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 mortified but while they went racy initially they soon became pink again and seemed to increase in size, certainly her nipples now seemed almost permanently stimulated and raise.

I got into the habit of taking Grace with me when I went to fit the whole kit and boodle the N'Konga were doing, a long wall along the bank of the N'Konga river so the Crocodiles could no longer easily assault our tribesmen as they fished, and yard by yard our tan ebony warriors extended the roadblock simply by using the stone and interlocking them like the dry Stone paries of home.

The heart for the groundwater body of water well worked well, turned by one or two people walking endlessly around it supplied more fresh piddle than we needed, and under my instruction the houses were slowly reconstructed with weatherproof corrugated brand roofs and timberland bod and bricks made of parched mud.

Grace had nothing to do and she took to following me, rather like a dog I thought, so some days I put a trio on her dog collar and took her with me as I toured the web site, she did n't like it at initiatory, but when she realised I would intercept when she needed to she came to take over that role and would stand patiently and take in as I worked and demonstrated what needed to be done.

We kept free grace silenced with the tongue gag for historic period, three calendar month 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 Grace 's tummy was no yearner flatbed and powerful either, so that Night when we had finished our evening repast I hauled grace in social movement of us and demanded, `` Are you pregnant ? '' she nodded. `` Then whose is it ? ``

My married woman turned away embarrassed and goodwill nodded at me.

'' Do n't lie, who did it ? '' I asked.

She stared at me, she knew she was supposed to depend down and never at me her master, so I swatted her with a outgrowth I had handy.

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

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

'' grace of God will tell you, if you let her. '' Daisy suggested, and so for the number 1 time in months I looseed the leather strap around Grace 's clapper and let her speak.

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

'' I missed two period of time, '' 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 lord, Bwana, My Jehovah, something respectful. '' I insisted, `` And untie her hands someone. ``

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

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

rear end blushed and said, `` It is N'Konga law, when the chief die or is beaten all the chieftain 's wives except one, turn the new chief 's wives. ``

'' And ? '' I queried.

'' We can not adjudicate, we are all friends so if the chief 's striver is the Chiefs wife also then we can all bide. '' she said.

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

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

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

'' So why ? '' I asked.

'' You are no good at dearest. '' Eve said brutally, `` We watch the N'Konga and grow jealous. ``
My ego variety of collapsed and lay fatally wounded in my rush, `` but you have done expectant affair for us, we are grateful but we will necessitate strong Logos as well as clever ones, '' Eve continued.

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

'' But custom is for a fight to the last or until the old tribal chief fall. '' she explained.

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

'' hard-on ? '' she asked.

'' Every N'Konga chooses, and the one who is chosen by almost N'Konga is honcho. '' I explained carefully `` And then I teach him or he how I do things and then I go and live at the far end of the Village as hamlet elderberry bush or I go away. ``

'' But N'Konga law says the Chief who is defeated can have only one wife, the others are the new foreman wives. '' Daisy said, I looked at her, she was a sweet girlfriend, 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 building, or Marilyn Marilyn Monroe or on one social function even Grace that I was humping.

'' Oh, '' I said, `` I 'm certain there are ways around that, I take it you all want to last out together ? '' Six heads nodded in unison. `` Then you better chance me another wife. ``

'' 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 consume a choice do I ? '' she said, `` Your wife or the new chief 's hard worker, a difficult decision '' she said, sarcastically.

'' Fetch Fanouka, '' I ordered, Fanouka was our medical specialty man cum non-Christian priest, `` We shall observe our union the N'Konga way. ``

'' But Bwana Warren Gamaliel Harding, we had a hymeneals, not the N'Konga matrimony, '' Ann exclaimed.

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

N'Konga uniting merely meant screwing the female child publicly, on the rock in the Town square, it was n't proper wedding but for the boy of big crime syndicate it was all they could afford.

They dragged Grace away to the well in a chorus of giggles and I went to my way, I rooted in my case until I found a bleached T. H. White shirt, which went with my suit, which figured Grace could wear off, and then after some meter relaxing and writing up my distinction on Grace 's laptop computer I heard the girls bringing Grace back.

I could n't consider it they had braided grace of God gorgeous halcyon whisker, 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 of God, she came closer and I reached out for my workmanship knife, and carefully snipped the sparse striptease of leather holding the piece 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 finger. '' I explained.

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

'' Are you ready ? '' I asked, and when she nodded I took her arm and led her outside, the whole village seemed to bear 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 month of walking around with a ball of strong bone in her vagina I doubted she would even feel me inside her.

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

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

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

It was weird, I just shoved myself right inside her, no messing about, she was so stretched it was instant. I thought I could have shoved my balls inside her as well she was so sloppy, but after a couple of driving force I felt her gripping me, `` contain 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 interest, but it seemed strange that her skin and mine were the same colouration, 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 indigene little girl and I pretty much relaxed into grace 's embracing warmth.

'' Do n't go to kip on me ! '' she muttered, so I gave her a few real tough poking and she gasped,
'' Oh, heed my infant, '' she said, I forgot she was pregnant, `` Our baby ! '' she said, and she wrapped her wooden leg round down 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 honest I doubted.


She seemed bemused when I handed her my shirt, `` Put it on for the wedding movie. '' I suggested, and then I put her laptop on a stone and recorded Fanouka our medicine man blessing our union.

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

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

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

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

She slapped my aspect, `` God I 'm drear ! '' she apologised.

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

'' That 's really serious-minded, '' she said, `` I will. ``

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

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

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

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

'' I want to go home, '' she said, `` But I do n't conjecture. '' but I had my bridge player on her thigh and she knew when to stop talking, her thin lips felt different to the thick African backtalk I had been accustomed to, and she seemed surprisingly will, her sex moist as I reached tentatively up between her leg to theatrical role her odoriferous lower lips.

I eased my riff inside her and worked on her engorged clit with my fingers, she gasped softly, her pap were already stiffening even before I unbuttoned the white shirt I had let her borrow, and bent to gently snog her breast still a low C cup perhaps but soft and sweet.

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

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

My other wives were kind to saving grace, they were cross that I had unbraided her hairsbreadth but we compromised with a sort of ponytail, and state of grace sort of took over my dear shirts to wear and after some problems we had a new Chief, Aslan.

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

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

It caused some alarm, to say the least, but the dawning following the election the clump of a Helicopter was heard once again and as an old Bell Huey set down just outside town so we were waiting with a single case and blessing 's laptop computer and within a pair of hour we were swinging away across the plain stitch leaving the Greenwich Village and the N'Konga far behind.

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

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

'' There 's no need to stay hook up with if you do n't need to. '' I suggested.

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

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

'' I want you, '' she said and I thought what the hell, and I grabbed her and kissed her as I struggled to displume her shortstop down, `` hold back that, '' she said `` Let me. '' she just dragged her shorts down for me, `` Better ? '' she asked.

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

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

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

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

'' I did Ok, '' I said.

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

'' I guess, '' I said,

She carried on `` So no honorable mention of bondage, I became your married woman, forget the bondage, do you empathise ? ''

'' Suits me ! '' I agreed.

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

'' Anything else ? '' I asked.

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