Amy in Africa

As they lay there panting and sweating, Amy couldn't help smiling to herself. That had been the most incredible sexual experience of her life. In fact it topped anything she had ever done sexual or not. A blanket of contentment and fatigue descended on the two lovers and within minutes they were both fast asleep in each others' arms. Later during the night, the Chief coupled with her again, driving her once more to multiple orgasms before collapsing back into sleep.

When she woke in the morning, he was gone. She pulled her loincloth on and walked out, semi-naked into the morning sun. Almost immediately, Doyle was beside her.

"Well. How was your honeymoon night?" He leered, his eyes devouring her nakedness

"What?...What are you talking about?" Amy sputtered.

"We made a deal with the Chief for you Amy." He smiled. "The instant he saw your pale skin and blonde hair, he wanted you for himself. After last night's ceremony you are now one of his 4 wives. It's more than I could have hoped for. I couldn't be happier. It will make for a phenomenal paper, a real career maker, and of course I will mention you as a contributor."

At these words, Amy felt her stomach lurch. What was he talking about? She couldn't believe that she had been so gullible as to follow this bastard into the jungle and let him marry her off just so he could write a research paper. The warm glow she had been feeling after her night of lovemaking quickly faded as her new reality hit home. Her mind was racing searching for alternatives, for a way out of this and then it hit her. Without access to any birth control she would undoubtedly get pregnant. At that thought, her stomach revolted, she turned and retched violently.

When she recovered sufficiently, she turned on Doyle. Screaming and crying and hitting, all to no effect. He just stood there smiling.

"Oh and by the way. I'm thinking you could really use some sunscreen. With your fair skin, you are sure to burn, particularly all those parts that don't normally see the sun." He said as his greedy eyes devoured her near nakedness. "I'll tell you what. I have some sunscreen you can use so you don't burn and blister, and all it will cost you is a blow job."

Amy couldn't believe her ears. She was trapped in the jungles of Africa, apparently married to the Chief of the tribe, and now her faculty advisor, the man who had gotten her into this whole mess, was demanding a blow job. Besides, it wasn't sunscreen that was her primary concern, it was pregnancy.

"Doctor Doyle." She began timidly. "I'm concerned about sunburn, but what about pregnancy? Do you have anything I can use to keep from getting pregnant? That's what I really need sir. Please?"

At these words, Doyle's face split with laughter. It took him almost a minute before he had recovered enough to speak.

"The last thing in the world you want is birth control." He chuckled. "You better do everything you can to get your stupid ass pregnant. The Chief wants children, Little light skinned blonde children. And if he doesn't get them, then his virility will have been threatened. In a tribe like this, that means he would have to kill you to maintain his dominance. Besides, nobody has ever observed a western white woman become so much a part of the tribe that she bears them a child. Groundbreaking stuff that. Guaranteed award winning paper."

Amy thought for a moment about her newly described predicament. She wasn't sure that she believed him, but she had studied enough primitive societies to know that he was probably telling the truth. Now the full weight of her situation descended onto her shoulders. Not only could she not avoid getting pregnant, she had to encourage it, actually seek it out. She couldn't stop the tears from flowing as she stood there sobbing.

Doyle moved in and put his arms around her. At first, she thought it was to comfort her, but soon she felt his hand cupping and squeezing her breast. Anger and frustration raged as she realized he was copping a feel. She stepped back and slapped his face. Hard.

"I've always wanted to get my hands on those lovelies." He smirked, "And I figured I better get a good feel of them while I still can. In twelve months time they'll just be dangling empty milk bags. Now... Do you want the sunscreen or do you want to burn to a crisp? Get on your knees and pay up."

Amy didn't know what to do. She had been used, trapped. She could already feel the mid-morning sun burning her fair skin and could only imagine how painful, burned, and blistered her pale skin would become by nightfall.

Realizing that she had little if any choice in the matter, Amy dropped to her knees in front of the professor, and was soon taking his hardening penis int her mouth. Having serviced several of her boyfriends in this way, Amy was not without some skill in the art of oral sex, but this was different. This time she was being coerced. Forced to submit to get something she really needed. Her face went beet red as she realized she had become a whore for something as simple as sunscreen.

Doyle was so excited by her submission, and her mouth felt so warm and wet on his throbbing manhood, that it took less than a minute for him to shoot a huge load of cum between her lips. It was not Amy's habit to swallow, but she managed to gulp down his entire gooey load, hoping that it would help her gain back some measure of control and convince Doyle to get her out of here.

When he was done, Dole told her to stand up and squirted a large dab of sunscreen into his palm. When he reached for her tits again, Amy stepped back in surprise, holding out her hand.

"My sunscreen. I'll apply it. Now get over here and let me rub it in real good." Doyle leered.

Amy had no choice now, but to stand there for another ten minutes as Doyle rubbed, massaged and kneaded her breasts and buttocks. He pulled on her nipples and spread her ass cheeks as he worked her over, and despite herself, she felt her tummy begin to melt from arousal.

A sudden sharp slap to her ass and he announced that she better get going back to her tribe.

"What about the sunscreen?" She queried. "Aren't you going to give me the sunscreen? I thought we had a deal."

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm not giving up a whole tube of this for one blow job. You have to pay up each time you want me to apply it, and I do get to apply it each time. You are a pretty good cocksucker and I'm going to enjoy you as often as I can. You didn't think I brought you out here for your brains did you?"

Amy was defeated, and she knew it. Her mind was a mess of confusion and humiliation as she returned towards the hut. She was just about to enter when one of the other women took her hand and led her towards the river. When she got there, she saw that two others were scraping the inside of the deer hide with stones to clean it. She was handed a stone and gestured to join them. It was clear. Chief's wife or not, every women of this tribe was expected to contribute.

Her huge meal from the night before was starting to wear off, and as mid-day grew near, Amy was becoming hungry. With gestures, she motioned towards her mouth and tummy hoping that the women would understand her needs. Apparently her timing had been perfect, because just then, one of the young girls arrived with some dried meat and a small jug of water. The women began pointing and speaking words in their language, and Amy quickly realized that were telling her what each thing was called.

The meat was tough and dry and the water tasted foul, but Amy ate and drank with the rest of the women as they pointed, spoke a word and waited for her to imitate them. Soon they were all pointing and laughing as she tried to pronounce the strange words. It was so much fun that she almost forgot her predicament for a moment, but the moment passed and soon they were back to work on the hide. When that work was done. Amy was led to another task and then, another.

As the day drew to a close, the Chief approached her and took her hand. He led her back to his hut, where they shared the evening meal. No feast here. After the meal the masked medicine man served them another cup of what Amy knew would be the same drug from last night. After sharing the drink the chief led her to the sleeping platform and once again took her to heretofore unknown heights of ecstasy.

And so it went for the next few weeks. Nights of wild passion with the chief's huge cock stretching her pussy and days of sucking Doyle's pathetic little dick to get the much needed sunscreen. Then one morning as she knelt to perform her duty, she suddenly felt quite nauseated. Not the usual feeling of disgust for Doyle, but something else. Was she sick? Had she eaten some bad food? Bad water? It couldn't be anything like that, everyone ate and drank the same food and nobody else was sick.

"C'mon blondie," Doyle snapped. "It's not gonna suck itself. Do you want the sunscreen or not?"

Just the thought of the taste of Doyle's sperm flipped her stomach and she leaned over and puked on his feet. She expected her professor and tormentor to be livid, but when she wiped her mouth and looked up to apologize, she saw a sly smile on his face.

"How long since your last period? Have you even had one since we've been here?"

The realization hit her like an express train. She hadn't had a period since they'd arrived at the village and she realized she wasn't going to have one any time soon. Her nausea was morning sickness and she was undoubtedly pregnant with the chief's baby. A black baby. And she was going to give birth to it here in the wilds of Africa. Suddenly the world was swimming and turning black.

When she awoke, she was back in the hut laying on the sleeping platform with the chief, the medicine man and the chief's other wives all looking down at her.. The wives had never been in here with her before and she wondered for a moment if something had gone wrong. With the little of their language she had learned, she was able to determine that she was about to be moved. The women helped her to her feet and led her away to another hut. They lay her on one of the five beds and spread her legs to inspect her vagina. After a quick inspection the oldest wife, smiled and nodded and excitedly began chatting with the others. She knew the word for baby and she heard it many times.

That night when she went to the chief's hut, she was shocked to see one of the other wives in bed with him. When she became upset, the chief made it abundantly clear with a few words and several gestures, that her place was now in the wives' hut, not in his bed. Shocked and saddened, she shuffled back to her single bed there and cried herself to sleep.

It was a restless and broken sleep. She was intensely horny and felt a desperate need for sex. Whether it was the hormones coursing through her body or the weeks of vigorous nightly sex with the chief, she needed some relief. Her hands slowly drifted down to her center where she was able to bring herself to a small and rather unsatisfying orgasm before drifting off. As she tossed and turned, falling in and out of sleep, she sensed a number of comings and goings around her.

Still suffering from morning sickness, Amy was relieved that her tan had developed to the point that she did not require the protection of the sunscreen any more and therefore she could avoid dealing with Professor Doyle's sexual demands. That morning was the first time in weeks that she didn't find herself on her knees servicing that conniving bastard's sexual whims, and she was damn happy about it. He did search her out, but she rebuffed him sternly.

It was a comfortable routine. Eating a small breakfast, followed by a day of chores, then a small evening meal. There was not a lot to eat, but she was not really all that hungry. She saw Doyle several times that day, talking with the guide and taking notes of his observations. She hated what he had done to her, how he had tricked her, but done was done and life here wasn't really too hard. It was so nice just to shut off her brain and not have to study every evening and weekend. It was nice to just drift along and not have to think so hard all the time.

As she lay in bed that first week, she was increasingly aware of the various comings and goings in the hut. She had sensed them the first night but now she started to pay attention. As she lay there, she realized that various tribesmen were coming in the door and tapping one of the women on the shoulder. The woman would then get up from her bed and leave with the man. She just assumed that they were going to the chief's hut for a good fucking, but she was wrong.

Later that night, she felt a tap on her shoulder. When she turned to look up, the witch doctor was standing there with his hand outstretched. With a quiet whisper and a gesture, she was made to understand that she was to follow him out into the night. Thinking that the chief had sent for her, she followed him quietly out of the hut and across the compound.

Amy was quite confused as he led her, not towards the chief's hut as she had expected, but rather to a small hut nearby. When she was ushered through the door, she saw that there was nothing inside except a sleeping platform. Confused, Amy turned towards her companion to try to ask what was going on. When she did, the man wrapped his arms around her and began to kiss her and fondle her breasts. This wasn't right. What was he doing? She was one of the chief's wives. She was pregnant with his child. What was the witchdoctor doing?

After the initial confusion passed, Amy began to resist, trying to fight off his advances. When she began to call out for help, her cry was silenced by a hard slap to the face, which sent her reeling towards the bed. He was large and strong and it didn't take him long to overpower her. Although she still fought him, he was soon able to climb between her legs and press his huge black dick into her small white body.

As she felt herself stretch to accommodate his girth, she also felt herself responding in a rather unexpected way. She had been so horny since she had moved to the wives' hut, longing to feel the wonderful sensations the chief's cock gave her. She felt her body betraying her sensibilities. This wasn't right was it? She was a chief's wife, but the witchdoctor was making her feel so good. Although her mind was aghast at what he was doing to her, her pussy started to drool and soon enough she lost herself in the sensations of being ridden buy a large stiff dick. When she felt him ejaculate, she let herself go and rode their simultaneous orgasm to the end.

After returning to the wives' hut, Amy fell into a fitful slumber from which she emerged early the next morning. On her way to the latrine pit, she encountered Doctor Doyle.

"You don't look too well rested today my dear," he sniped. "Did you have a rough night with the chief last night?"

"No," was her curt reply.

"Not the chief then but perhaps the witchdoctor?"

Amy spun to gape at him in surprise. Had he really just said that? Did he know what happened last night? The smug look on his face suggested that he knew something.

"Oh yes my dear. I knew it was going to happen, I just wasn't sure when. I have been watching the wives' hut, taking notes and asking questions. Apparently our host, your husband, the chief is an extremely generous man. Whenever one of his wives is with child and she begins to show, she becomes available to any unmarried man in the tribe."

Available? What the hell was he talking about? Available to the unmarried men in the tribe? As she looked at his smirking face, the words began to sink in. Available. The chief allowed the unmarried men to bed his wives. Doctor Doyle saw the comprehension dawn on the pretty girl's face and carried on.

"It's quite fascinating actually, and will make an interesting subject for an additional research paper. Of course the chief wants to spawn as many offspring with his genes as possible, to carry on his line as it were, but once a wife is pregnant by him, that goal is being achieved. Allowing the unmarried men of the tribe unfettered access to his pregnant wives, keeps them satisfied and encourages them to stay with the tribe instead of drifting off in search of women. I've been wondering when your turn would come and when I saw the witchdoctor last night I knew you had been added to the rotation. I'm sure you're going to get more than your fair share of attention so I hope you're ready for it."

And he was absolutely right. She was barely asleep that night when she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned, expecting to see the witchdoctor again. It wasn't him this time, but one of the young men from the tribe. Barely 18, he was a vigorous lover and his large young cock stretched her very pleasurably all three times they fucked. Exhausted, she fell asleep in his arms, not waking again until the next morning.

It wasn't so bad really. Not so bad until the night that she turned to see Doctor Doyle had been the one to tap her shoulder. His smarmy grin splitting his face as he took her hand and led her from the wives' hut to his. First, he wanted her to suck him, for old times sake, he said. When he was good and hard, he pushed his small white cock into her and began thrusting. Penetrated and stretched by so many big ebony cocks, Amy could hardly feel him as he repeatedly thrust himself in to the hilt.

"So tell me." he panted as he pumped. "Tell me what it's like to be the little white cumslut for the entire tribe. What's it like to have had miles of black cock stretch your little white pussy? Oh. God I can hardly feel it it's so stretched out. It's really more than I had ever dreamed it would be when I tricked you into coming out here. Hmmmm. You really are part of the tribe now. Uhnnn. Transformed from dumb blonde grad student into primitive black cock slut. UNNGG. So fucking hot to watch your pregnant little ass sway across the compound night after night. Humph. To sneak a peak through the window or door and watch them take you. Ungghh. Watch you lay back and spread yourself for them, night after night. So fucking hot..."

His words were devastating, but even moreso when, as he spoke his last sentence, he stiffened and dribbled his load of spunk into her pussy. Although it had obviously excited him to talk about her that way it had done nothing but anger Amy. Worse still, his little dick had hardly given her any stimulation at all. So well used and stretched each night by large throbbing black meat, his little white dick gave no pleasure at all. He was right. Amy had been transformed. She was no longer his dumb blonde graduate student, but a member of this tribe. Chief's wife. Too good to be used by this piece of shit.

Amy rolled him off and stood up to leave. When he grabbed her arm to stop he, she slapped him. Hard. The work that Amy had been doing around the camp had made her strong. Stronger than she realized and when her hand connected with his face his scrawny neck snapped to the side and he fell to the ground.

"What the fuck? You little cunt. I'll..."

But a swift kick to his balls stopped him short and he lay there doubled over groaning.

"You are not part of the tribe Doyle. You don't deserve to share the chief's gifts to his men. Don't bother trying again or I will not stop at a little kick in the balls."

After that Doyle left Amy alone. He never talked to her, never approached her. Never again tapped her shoulder in the night. Amy was left to service the tribesmen as her husband intended.

As the months passed, Amy's belly began to swell with her growing child. It became increasingly more difficult to move. She felt uncomfortably large. Her tummy getting in the way of everything. In her third trimester, it became impossible for her nightly lovers to mount her face to face. Of course this didn't stop the activity, just changed it to a different position. She now spent a good part of each night on her hands and knees with her baby belly and swelling tits swaying below her as the tribesmen drilled her open pussy from behind. That is, until one day as she was waddling across the compound, her water broke.