Chapter 1 - Arrival

Dee had been with her husband on this trip and they'd taken the long trip-up to Brazil to do a little exploration of the rainforest. Dee and her husband john were in their late 30s and this was to be a trip of a lifetime. They'd always talked about visiting the rainforest and now their dream had come true.

They'd arrived at their hotel after a long flying and carry-over and after some acclimatisation they were set up to make the scant stumble to the timber from the cheeseparing town on the outskirts of the woodland proper.

They had taken a short bus ride to the river and to meet a pre-arranged pathfinder who would make them upriver venturing further into the jungle. They met Pablo at the river and after exchanging pleasantries he explained the itinerary they were to take on for the day. It would be an grueling but within their potentiality. The heat, however, and the humidity were something she had factored in and wore sensible trek pants, a sleeved shirt and was smothered in insect repellant, though she was for certain it wouldn't be enough.

The sauceboat ride had been uneventful and after several hours the river narrowed with dense vegetation and trees right up to the river's edge. That's when it happened.

All hell broke loose as several arrows whizzed through the air, Pablo and john were hit and the gravy boat, in their terror, capsized and it all went black.

Dee was scared beyond bill about what was to bump to her. Dragged from the riverbank by these vehement looking tribesmen she had no melodic theme what fate awaited her. Where were the others, god knows what had happened to them ?

Confused by what was being said to her in a voice communication she didn't understand only compounded her sentiency of dread. Clearly her reaching, forced or not, had thrown the hamlet into a state of tumult. The villagers themselves were unsure of what to do with her and looked on her as a threat of other white people to come ?

That was what was going through her mind as she stood blinking in the intense rut and sun in the middle of what looked alike very archaic field hut in a glade in the jungle.

She was then led by two men holding either of her carpus into the self-aggrandising of the huts she could see, which led her to cerebrate this must be the tribal leaders'hut, but she couldn't be sure.

Even in her nation of confusion she had a chance to look at her captors. They were a smaller people than Europeans, dark skinned and incredibly toned and muscled, even the women.

Generally, they were naked with just a minuscule string for the men that somehow they had managed to hook over the foreskin of their phallus to hold back it in place, but it didn't leave anything to the resource and their Ball were on show. The fair sex were equally exposed as a small G-string that went around their waistline also went between their legs accentuating their labia.

Inside the gloomy hut, which was just barely high enough to stand in, she was confronted by an old man, dressed as the others but with several colourful feathers attached to his head clearly denoting his eminent condition. He exchanged words with her ‘ safety device ’, at times animated as he pointed at her but largely he seemed measured and controlled.

He was clearly appraising Dee as she stood in front line of him. What he saw was a blonde char in her belated thirties. She has kept herself largely in shape, not by being a gym bunny but with a sensible dieting and exercise. She stood at 5"1 ’, weighed around 120lb with a curvy figure and perky 34b white meat, though she said so herself. She started to say something to the gaffer, but he held his hand up telling her to be quiet.

With a bam of his hands several woman appeared, and the guards melted into the desktop. The chief spoke quietly with office to the cleaning woman and they nodded signalling their agreement.

Before Dee could cover what was happening, her helping hand had been tied behind her back with some sort of vines, so tightly it made it impossible to move them.

"please don't do this"she pleaded but realising they didn't understand, and her protest would be in vain.

They marched her out of the hut taking her to a post in the centre of the village that she did n't think of being there before and tied her firmly to it with her script behind her back and the bet holding her firm. They then left her there.

It was getting dark and virtually of the people had disappeared too. One woman reappeared and offered her some liquid to toast, which she hoped was piddle, and being parched she eagerly gulped down. Whilst it did quench her thirst it also had a hypnotic burden on her, and her anxiety seemed to slip away.

It had gone obscure and the women reappeared indicating to Dee to stand up. This she did, struggling seemed a waste of energy and futile anyhow. Besides she still felt very mellow from whatever it was they had given her to drink.

She was untied and led back into the honcho's hut and taken to two parallel stakes that she also didn't see before. The fair sex stood either side of her and started to divest her. Their nimble fingers quickly understanding how buttons worked. Dee didn't target, she was still a little woozy from the, what would later change state out to be, aphrodisiac.

They had soon removed every vestige of her clothing and Dee stood there naked, her mamilla erect from the pall in the air. Buckets of water were bought out and they began to wash Dee from the detritus and grim of her trial by ordeal to day of the month. It felt both refreshing and arousing at the same clock time as the women 's deal and fingerbreadth lingered on her breasts and pap. In Truth the women were fascinated by this white woman, the first gear they had ever seen. They soon moved their attending to between her legs. Dee gasped as they parted her slit, spreading her lips wide apart and they dropped to their knee to seem inside her now sopping hole.

Dee was horrified yet incredibly aroused as their fingers probed deeper inside her, the dividing line of their dingy fingerbreadth darting inside her encouraged more of her lubrication - she was hugely release on.

A sharp pull forwards and she was doubled over with her palms monotone on the ground and her ass high school in the air, she knew what was coming and the women didn't disappoint. One by one they took number fingering her ass sliding their fingers in her dickhead deeper and deeper. Dee was moaning loudly as they delighted in making her shiver with delight, she could feel an coming building. Then just as she was about to go past the point of no return the fingers were removed.

Dee felt cheated but relieved in equal measures, she didn't want to give them the gratification of making her cum. If she thought they had finished she was soon test wrongfulness as she saw two of the womanhood dragging a large wooden statue, roughly carved into the material body of a man with a vast phallus.

It has clearly seen lots of use as the phallus was worn smooth and the large bulging foreland seemed to leer at Dee as it knew what was in store for her.

The womanhood half-dragged Dee to the statue and motioned her to sit on it. Dee hesitated ; she knew what was expected but that looked so big. They positioned her over the genus Phallus and pushed her down as in by inch it penetrated her until the tip was pushing against her cervix. She hated to accept it, but it felt soundly, it was filling her cunt completely and slowly she started to drive it. Faster and faster she fucked herself on this wooden dildo as the women were whooping with delight. Dee wasn't going to be denied this time and she pushed on as her climax grew and she gave a cry and shuddered down on the phallus completely spent.

Dee wasn't allowed time to rest and the women took her from the satisfying phallus and led her back to the stakes. This clock time they tied her articulatio talocruralis to the stakes which spread her ramification wide and had the same effect on her slit lips which spread open too. A small board was placed behind her and she was forced back to lie on the mesa with her legs and her cunt open wide. The headman appeared and once again appraised the now defenseless Dee. He too was aroused by the sight of this white woman with her sex on exhibit and his to do with as he pleased.

His prick had been released and was hardening as he looked at her.

Dee cried out to him

"Please don't hurt me, please I'm begging you ..."

The chief clearly didn't understand what she was saying and approached Dee until he was between her legs, his erection touching her bitch mouth. Oh god he's going to fuck me, thought Dee, please make it prompt and then leave me alone.

The headman had former musical theme, he was going to make use of this char for the rest of the nighttime and slowly he slid his hard cock inside her.

Dee gasped, not so a great deal at the sizing of the turncock, but how horny the unhurt scenario had made her. She should be repulsed and horrified by the situation but strangely she was longing for him to have intercourse her and this wedge bondage had made her drip mold with excitement.

The top dog started slowly at first, he was fascinated by seeing his putz gripped by the hide of this white womanhood's sex and how she was lubricating his slam so that it glistened in the one-half light of the hut's attack. He then started to pump harder and was encouraged by Dee's moan of satisfaction as she felt his rock-hard cock fucking her.

She knew she was going to orgasm and was amazed how good this felt, this old man skilfully fucking her into a mind-bending climax.

"Oh god don't hitch, keep fucking me you brute, give me your spermatozoan ..."

Dee continued with a stream of bawdiness as her orgasm built to a shattering decision and whether by circumstances or judgement on his part, a watercourse of sperm hit her cervix with surprising strength as the chief loudly proclaimed his climax too.

"Oooh fuck oh fuck"moaned Dee as the chief withdrew his dick from her.

Almost immediately his fingers were prising her snatch sass open to see his sperm seep from her sopping wet golf hole. Her cream mixed with his. A char was beckoned to take on the primary's lieu and she soon had her rima oris latched onto Dee's dripping cunt and greedily lapped up this creamy mixture. The lapping of the tongue had the effect of bringing on another orgasm which felt as good if not as intense as the first.

This continued for the balance of the night with the master fucking her and shooting his burden inside her and a different woman assigned to mouth duties. She did marvel at his staying index that would put many younger men to shame.

Every time that he had her, she enjoyed it more. She would lie on her back on a straw mat and spread her branch for him and gasped as his stopcock slid cryptic inside her very wet cunt.

Contented she finally fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter 2 - Next day

She was awoken by one of the women who was thrusting some boozing and food to her. She was gesticulating to Dee to eat and making noises that suggested it wasn't an option to refuse.

She had no idea was she was eating or drinking but she was so hungry and athirst that she figured whatever it was she should try and nourish herself. It was surprisingly tasty and contained some yield that she partly recognised.

She also realised that nudity was her only pick too, her apparel having long gone and besides it seemed de rigeur for the natives themselves. If she thought she was to be left alone after her dark of sweat then she was mistaken. The woman, who she realised must be the chief's married woman, motioned for her to get up and to be her. Dee complied and followed her down to the river where it was top she was expected to bathe herself. The water was dusty and yet invigorating and revitalised her nicely. Bathing done, the woman, who had been joined by early tribal adult female, firmly took Dee by the arm and pulled her along with her to a foresighted bench that was outside the hut where she had been fucked solidly.

She was motioned to lie on the bench on her book binding and no sooner had she done so than her arms and legs were pulled out and to the English and fastened to some wooden supports with some vine. Dee started to resist but again she realised it would be futile.

Dee has always kept her pussy trimmed but it seemed these women, who were devoid of any dead body tomentum, felt that she should be too. With some liquid, akin to a soap, she was lathered between her legs and with what she assumed to be some sort of flint stone they started to shave her.

It wasn't unpleasant and the stone was surprisingly sharp as her short pubic hair came away easily, her hill bald in no time. The woman then deftly took one of Dee's cunt brim and extended it so that she could remove any hair from there too. This was repeated until the woman was satisfied there was no trace of tomentum left. Dee felt really naked now, especially when the woman parted her lips across-the-board to scrutinize her handiwork, feeling the want to skid a duad of fingers into Dee's cunt for a prospicient inspection. Dee moaned as the old woman, tentative at inaugural, soon increased her velocity and was soon finger fucking her, clearly determined to bestow her to orgasm. Dee moaned loudly and then shuddered to a flood tide on the char's finger. The adult female looked at Dee and smiled and spoke to the other adult female who were watching.

They ushered Dee from the bench and motioned her to keep abreast them back into the hut. The chief was waiting for them and beckoned Dee towards him. He made a go around movement with his handwriting which made his aim authorise and Dee complied and spread her legs. He was clearly horny for her and his fingers parted her now clean-shaven cunt sassing and slid a digit inside her. Dee moaned and prepared to posit herself to an exploration of her body.

She reached down and took his hammer in her hand, I ‘ m going to love rather than endure this she thought. He looked strangely at her then let her fondle his clay manhood which was now leaking pre-cum profusely. This allowed her to oil his cock and stimulate the head of his cock with her thumb and forefingers. He clearly hadn't had this done to him before and he was enjoying the sensation of this white adult female paying this amount of sexual attention to him. As she fondled him his hands went to her breasts and tweaked her mammilla, pulling and rolling them between his fingers.

Dee was caught up in the moment and didn't object when he pushed her onto the flooring and on her spine. Instinctively she opened her stage exposing her wet cunt to him, her mouth were open with excitement and prevision. Unlike his previous gumptious and rushed fucking before, this sentence he was going to demand his time.

As her branch were loose and up, he positioned himself on his knees between her his cock ramrod hard and pushing at her assailable lips. Dee surprised herself by reaching around, clasping his buttocks and pulling him into her. She sighed deeply as he entered her and slowly they started to move in sentence with each early, each driving force causing her to moan with pleasure.

Chapter 3 - The surprisal

Dee's spirit had changed immeasurably in such a short-circuit space of time. It wasn't that her high-tech aliveness in the city was forgotten, but rather through necessity she had adapted to this simple pace of aliveness. Her nudity was ‘ just how it is'the simple pleasures of everyday existence was the challenge now. Surprisingly the bad change was feeling constantly horny. Whatever it was she was eating and drinking had fired her previously sleepy libido into a lecture torrent. Often her first daily thoughts would be when she was going to get fucked and how she had embraced a longing for the chief's tool inside her. She would eagerly lie on her back, ramification apart with her cunt wet and gear up for him. The chief himself had acquired a liking for a good foresighted blowjob and now often finished himself down Dee 's throat with his fingers buried in her cunt.

He had also encouraged Dee riding the wooden statue as a kind of arousal, he enjoyed how wantonly she impaled herself in front of him. He had started to daydream up new ideas for satiating this impressive white woman.

Today was going to be just such a day ...

It had started like most years, a daily bathe with the village woman in the river. Many had grown used to the sight of the raw flannel cleaning lady, but the senior woman still enjoyed some close contact with Dee though a little more surreptitious of late. Her fingers would probe between Dees legs under water and usually ended with her fingers knuckle deep in her bitch. Dee enjoyed this too so did aught to deter her, besides it was a lovely warm up to the independent case of the day.

After her bathing the womanhood started talking excitedly amongst themselves and kept glancing at Dee and giggling, clearly there was something about to happen. They beckoned Dee to observe them and they walked into the hobo camp away from the village until they came to another minuscule clearing that Dee hadn't seen before.

In the centre of the clarification was a pen that contained a wild pig and when she looked again Dee saw that it was a male with big Lucille Ball between its legs.

Oh no, thought Dee, they going to do me watch them slaughter it. Dee couldn't abide animal inhuman treatment of any form and the persuasion of what was going to encounter filled her with disgust.

Two of the women went into the pen and insisted that Dee follow them. Once inside the pen the women held an arm each and started tapping Dee's ramification until she parted them. That was clearly a signal to the pig, who, grunting and snuffling made his way over to Dee. Before she realised what was going on, the pig had his snout between her legs and was snuffling at her cunt.

He was smelling her musk and deciding whether it liked what it smelt. Clearly it id as its snuffling became more intense and Dee could feel his honker pushing and probing her sass and she realised she was wet and her cunt was parting.

Oh god what is happening to me, she thought to herself. Not only have I been enjoying this tiptop sexual lifestyle, but now I'm getting turned on by a pig. She moaned quietly at the aid her snatch was enjoying, when some men arrived with a small table on legs and they put it in the middle of the pen. She also noticed that the chief himself was there too, but he stood outside the pen and just watched.

When the table was placed the men came and restrained the pig and the charwoman insisted that Dee get under the board on all four - it did take one of the fair sex to certify before Dee understood. She complied and then the men let the pig go. It made a bee pipeline for Dee or more importantly the place where this delicious sex musk was coming from and briefly continued nuzzling her wet snatch lips again.

One of the women then picked up the pigs'presence branch and put them on the table, so it supported its weight unit. The Dee felt a prodding at her backside and realised it was the fuzz cock looking for an opening move. The woman felt under the pig and took its peter in her hand and guided it into Dee's by now sopping wet cunt. Then she felt it….it wasn't a battering ram but rather a corkscrew effect. The cock screwing around and back as it delved further into her cunt. She had never felt anything like it but oh god it felt wonderful. The pig was enjoying it too as he grunted ever louder in what seemed like oink of pleasure and satisfaction.

The surprisal didn't stop there though. As she felt the pig pump plentiful amounts of cum inside her, she could finger her uterine cervix being probed energetically and then its putz pushed inside it and gushed what seemed corresponding pint of cum in her womb.

She let out a scream of pain and pleasure, pain at the hook impression of the pig cock opening her cervix, but pleasure at the tactual sensation of this warm cum spurting deeper inside her than she'd ever experienced in her life.

The pig then stopped the probing of her cervix uteri and Dee could find it slide out of her footling by little. She was sorry to think it was over it had been an experience she didn't think she would enjoy but oh was she faulty. She had the most intense sexual experience of her life sentence to escort and that was saying something considering these cobbler's last few weeks.

After the pig withdrew from her hole, she realised she was incredibly to the full of pig cum and she could sense it erupt from her cunt with some force-out. The looker-on had been whooping with joy as they had watched her, and the tribal chief had been proud of his Andrew D. White woman and incredibly turned on to determine her get fucked by the pig.

He couldn't contain himself any longer and as Dee was still on all fours, he knelt behind her and thrust his rock and roll hard cock into her. Dee moaned as she was being used again but she had grown to enjoy being his roll in the hay slave and his cock worked its deception on her again as she started to orgasm all over again.

Where was her life going and what was instore for her ?

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