The Missionaries

Now that I was attuned to it I could hear the bearers murmuring their soft chant of what sounded like "Chee" to my ears all in unison while a single voice quietly sang a couple of words between each chant.

The chant increased in tempo, along with Adam increasing his thrusting in and out of my wife. The chant of "Chee" became louder gradually, as it became louder, it became quicker matching Adams rhythm. Or was Adams rhythm matching the chant? By now he was thrusting hard into Florence, just as she was thrusting back at him, in a debased way like a wild animal. He breasts were violently pitching up and down her chest. Suddenly she screamed out loud, followed shortly be Adam calling out forcing himself hard into her and shuddering to a standstill.

They both lay still, unmoving, Florence's arms and legs flung out wide.

Eventually Adam stood, facing us he smiled, pointing to his wet and slimy penis now hanging down, he said something to us which I didn't understand. He turned to the other bearers and said something which brought smiles from all of them.

"They are all going to fuck her," said Beecham.

I was shocked and appalled at both his language and also the thought that Florence was about to be ravished by many heathens, although I suspected Florence would not be as shocked as I was about the ravishing.

The bearers approached Florence while divesting themselves of their garments. One knelt between her legs and pulled them wide. Florence tried to appear to resist but her feeble efforts to hold him off did not show much resistance. He had a smaller penis than Adam and easily inserted it into her wet and well lubricated vagina. After only a short time he too ejaculated his seed into her wet vagina.

Two other men moved in; their erect penises evident of what they also intended to do. Both similar sized to Adams penis, they jockeyed for who was going to fuck her next. One managed to get between her legs before the other and buried his cock without too much bother. Her legs immediately wrapped around his back, just as before. The other man unable to contain his eagerness, grabbed her by the hair and pushed his penis between her lips. She fought to stop this but as the man between her legs continued to piston in and out of her drawing forth moans of "Oh, oh", she was lost in extasy and hardly noticed him until he came in salty spurts in her mouth. She thought the taste would be disgusting but found that it was without any taste but saltiness. The man between her legs brutally forcefully and speedily thrust at her until he came inside her. Florence lay there with a cock in her mouth and one in her vagina being filled with sperm.

The rest of the porters had lined up and after some pushing, shoving and the odd smack, determined the pecking order. The previous man still lay between Florence's legs and had to be dragged away before he could continue to enjoy the white lady. The man who took his place had a penis which was bigger than the previous men but still entered Florence's well used vagina without much trouble. Florence could tell the difference judging by her facial expression as he entered her. "Oh, yesss" she whispered to no-one in particular, again pushing her hips forward and encompassed him in a leg clamping embrace. After a short but enthusiastic fucking, he stood while she actually beckoned the next man. They took their turns one by one until the last diminutive man, last in the pecking order. A small, slightly built man, he may have been small in body but certainly not in his sex organs. His penis, thick and fat, swung pendulously as he approached the prone white figure laid before him. Florence's eyes bulged. An hour ago she would have fainted at the very thought of something that large penetrating her sex. She grew excited in anticipation.

As this small man approached, he took his member in his hand and began to gently and slowly caress it making it begin to engorge with blood. Florence moved her feet slightly apart to allow him to stand between them and closer to its objective - her awaiting cleft. It grew and grew slowly but still drooped over the end of his fist. She reached up and took hold of it pulling him down towards her. Her hand would not fit around it. the tips of her fingers and thumb well apart even though it was still semi-soft. She moved her legs further apart to give him greater access. As he knelt between her knees, she grasped him with both hands and began to manipulate him up and down the length. His penis became rigid to her touch. He moved his body to position his cock near her entrance. She arched up to meet him, spreading her legs still further until they were as wide as she could manage.

Grasping him near the end of his cock she positioned it hard against her vagina lips rubbing it up and down the very wet slit. The man gave a sudden lunge and the head was inside her.

"Unngh" she grunted, puffing her cheeks, and waiting for the steady thrust that must follow.

Sure enough, the man slowly and steadily pushed his fat cock deeper and deeper inside her until she could physically accommodate no more, exclaiming a sharp "AHH" as he reached her cervix with his massive cock.

He began his rhythmic penetrating of her tight though slippery vagina. She began feeling the tremendous waves of pleasure building within her yet again. Faster and faster, he pumped. In a very short time, she orgasmed again and she fell back spent. It didn't stop the man or even slow him down and the shivering shaking sensation surfaced once again in short order until she could no longer control her body, shaking and jerking as if she were having a fit. She heard someone yelling and calling out loud unintelligible sounds and realised it was her from her own throat. The small man suddenly jerked and pushed his cock insider as deep as it would go. She felt his member pulsing and jerking deep within her shooting hot semen mixing with the copious amount already there.

She fell limp, utterly exhausted. There were those of the bearers who wanted her again so they took her still and unmoving form again and again until they were all satisfied. Finally, they moved away and settled around their own camp a short distance away, leaving her immobile in front of the main campfire.

Myself, Beecham and Carstairs stood stunned for a few moments before I said "Help me get her inside the tent."

As we picked her up, the amount of semen which drained from her well used pussy was beyond belief.

To my shame I had an erection. I had become sexually excited yet again by watching my wife being abused by these black savages. It was obvious the both the guide and our servant were also sexually aroused and had erections distending their trousers in an obvious way.

After we had laid Florence on a camp bed and covered her naked body, I turned to both men.

"As before, your vow of silence must be upheld. You can't ever repeat to anyone what you have just witnessed. No white woman can bear to live with that shame."

Beecham the guide replied "My pledge of silence was only in regard to the scenario with Adam and you sealed it by letting me have your wife's body. If you want my silence this time, I will grant it only if I can possess her again now and any other time I want to take it."

"I certainly can't agree to something as abhorrent as that."

"Why not? She obviously enjoyed it."

"Darling, please just agree with him, but please Beecham it will have to wait until tomorrow. I am absolutely exhausted. Carstairs, before you make the same demands, you shall enjoy the same privileges as Beecham. Just let me rest for now.

She was asleep in mere seconds.

After we left the tent Beecham told me we were very close to the missionary settlement. "An hour perhaps of travelling, no more."

"Where have all the porters gone" I asked. They had left completely and comprehensively without a sound.

"They would feel they have completed their task, being so close. They will have returned to their village.

"Don't they want to be paid?"

"They already have been. I had to pay their chief in advance in case we came to any misadventure along the way."

"We shall remain in camp for the rest of the day. My wife couldn't possibly travel in her condition. You must travel to the mission alone in the morning, and bring back some men to carry the supplies and equipment.

Florence slept for the rest of the day. She must have been utterly exhausted and she still looked very fragile.

"I must bathe" she told me rising from the cot on unsteady feet. "I feel as if I haven't bathed for months."

There was a stream nearby, feeding the main river, and I suggested she bathe in the stream. I told Beecham and Carstairs we were going to the stream but we would not be too long. She held my arm and leaned on me as we made our way to a rock pool along the edge of the fast-flowing stream. When we reached the rockpool, she slipped her robe from her shoulders and handed it to me. She looked dishevelled and grubby, with dried semen stains down her legs. She was still a wonderfully beautiful site as she waded out further into the pool.

"Oh! its freezing!" she exclaimed. I didn't expect it to be so cold." Standing knee deep in the water. I passed her, her wash things which she laid on a rock.

"Pass me the jug."

I passed it to her, and she filled it with the sparkling clear water and poured it over her head sending water cascading down her chest causing her to cry out a squeal of delight. It also brought her nipples to immediate attention. He lithe body glistening with water brought to mind a vision of a water nymph.

She began to lather her body all over paying particular attention to between her legs. I presumed at first to rid her body of all the sperm which had been deposited inside her but judging by the look of pleasure beginning to appear in her smile I realised it was a smile of self-gratification. How Africa had changed her in only a few days.

Thoroughly cleansed and sated she stepped from the water looking completely at ease with life.

We walked hand in hand back to our camp where we found Beecham and Carstairs waiting for us.

"Time for the promised reward for our silence." Beecham demanded awkwardly. "Before we go into the mission village."

"Both of you?" Florence said light heartedly.

"Yes" they both replied together.

"Well alright." Florence agreed. "The sooner we do this, the sooner we will be installed at the mission." She turned to walk to the tent, paused and said "It's too warm and dark in the tent. Shall we do it here outside?" I should also like my husband to be present at all times" She smile sweetly at me.

She knew goddamit. She knew how very much I liked to watch her having sex and was scheming to let me have some pleasure form the situation.

"Who's first?"

They both looked at each other.

"You can take me both together if you prefer."

The grins on their faces told the story. Florence began to remove her robe, as she walked toward a grassed area.

Beecham stripped off his clothes quickly discarding them wherever they fell and strode towards Florence. He cast an ugly apparition, stocky well-muscled and extremely hairy, looking more animal than human. His penis already erect, about six inches long but quite stout. Carstairs on the other hand had removed his clothes carefully folding and placing them in a neat bundle. He was a contrast to Beecham. Taller, slim and quite hairless. His penis was longer than Beecham's, at about seven or eight inches long but like his physique, slim.

Florence lay on the grassy area on her back and opened her legs, presenting unashamedly her female sex to them. "I think Carstairs should have me first to prepare me for your stout prick Beecham."

Beecham didn't look entirely happy with that but instead dived headlong between her legs and started kissing her vagina. It didn't take long to start her vocal fervour to emanate from her in a husky voice. She reached up and took Carstairs penis in her hand and pulled him down towards her. He knelt with his knees beside and above her head and she opened her mouth to receive him.

It seemed to me she was becoming more and more lascivious and the more extreme the situation, the more she was enjoying it. I had also come to the realisation I was not only passively excited by her sexual liaisons but actively hoping she would do thing more and more base and lewd.

Florence was making animal like noises with her mouth full of Carstairs' cock, responding to Beecham's ministration with his mouth on her vagina. Carstairs began thrusting his cock in and out of Florence's mouth. He had moved gradually around until his knees were either side of her head and she could tilt her head back to receive him deeper into her mouth and throat. Carstairs cupped her breasts with both hand and squeezed the nipples between forefingers and thumbs, massaging them quite brutally, until not satisfied with this, he grasped her very erect nipples and tugged on them stretching them cruelly. Far from hurting her it seemed to only stimulate her more.

"Out of there Beecham! I need Carstairs to fuck me now."

Her fishwife gutter language excited me more than I ever imagined.

Beecham took up Carstairs position and placing his hands under her neck tilted her head back and shoved his cock violently into her gaping mouth.

Carstairs had parted her legs and lay with his cock at the entrance to her vagina, pushing with some obvious pressure and trying to work the head of his cock inside her. She took hold of his cock with one hand and worked at her vaginal lips with the other until it sank inside her, the head buried from view. Beecham leaned forward and took hold of her ankles and pulled her legs high and wide, still while his cock was still stretching her mouth wide.

Carstairs, drove the whole length of his cock slowly and in one movement inside her until he was completely swallowed up, his balls touching her arse. This movement had elicited a long groan of pleasure from Florence as it entered until fully penetrated, she began quick snorting breaths through her nose as if trying to get her breath back.

I hadn't realised until this moment that Beecham had been making loud noises of grunts and groans as he was thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Carstairs joined Beecham in holding her legs back and wide by placing his hands under her knee joints. "Now, my lady, I am going to fuck your quim hard and fast!"

Florence gave a noise of agreement. Her mouth was still full of cock.

Carstairs began thrusting violently at her, In and out, in and out with such ferocity I was concerned a little, especially as the noises she was now making were somewhere between pleasure and pain. I thought briefly of intervening but decided against it. I wanted to see this however extreme it became; I was so intoxicated with something I have never been able to explain.

I moved round and behind Carstairs and watched mesmerised as his cock pistoned in and out of her making sucking and slurping sounds as it did so. Carstairs only made the occasional grunt until after a few minutes he stiffened, gave a loud exclamation and ground his cock as deep as it would go inside of her.

He withdrew after just a few seconds and stood. His penis was dripping sperm and began to go limp. Beecham still holding her legs high and wide enabled me to view deep inside her, her vagina was agape and leaking copious amounts of viscous milky white sperm.

Beecham withdrew from her mouth and stood, making his way around to between her legs, His thick cock pointing skyward. "You liked being fucked hard by Carstairs." He told her.

"Yes, I did" she replied.

"Good, because that is what you're going to get again."

Florence giggled. "Stop talking and fuck me." Turning to me she said "Do I shock you husband?"

Before I could reply, Beecham had knelt, positioned his cock and thrust into her. Her eyes bulged and her cheeks puffed out, before she uttered a gasp.

Beecham's first thrust hadn't gone all the way in but subsequent thrusts stretched her wider so he could push in deeper. Her vagina seemed to turn inside each time he thrust in but formed a collar around his cock stretching out over each time he pulled out.

Beecham pumped away at her, leaned forward and sucked on her erect and proud nipples.

With wild abandon, Florence returned his thrusts like for like. She was in sexual extasy, Loudly responding to brutal fucking.

"Yes, yes, fuck me Beecham, fuck me hard as you can. Fuck me."

The explicit language spurred Beecham on in intensity and speed. Florence squealed loudly and wrapped her legs around him shortly before Beecham himself exclaimed loudly before collapsing in a heap.

They each took her again before they were both sated.

Florence lay on her back not moving as the two men recovered their clothes and moved out of sight.

I stood at her feet and watched the sperm slowly run out of her vagina. I had a painful erection that I needed to deal with. I wasn't sure if my diminutive cock would have any effect on her well used and sloppy vagina. Instead I undid my pants, and letting them drop, kneed at her head the way the both had. Tilting her head back she took me in her mouth and began mouthing my penis. After only two or three seconds ,I couldn't prevent myself from thrusting. She took the whole length of my cock in her mouth and touching the back of her throat. Feeling myself about to climax, I told her I would need to withdraw shortly. She knew that I meant to spare her, not ejaculating into her mouth, but instead grabbed me around the buttocks and forced my cock as deep into her as she could. I spurted my ejaculation in large amounts three of four times and I could see her throat swallowing my seed in gulping motions. Eventually she released my buttocks and let my cock fall free of her mouth.

"You are such a good husband. I have been sexually awoken, though I should feel ashamed, but I know it gives you great pleasure to watch."

"If someone had suggested beforehand that I would get sexual gratification of watching my wife have sexual relations with other men, I would think them demented."

"Can I have your permission to continue my behaviour in the future?"

"Anything you want to engage in you not only have my full permission but I will encourage it."

Florence and I went back down to the stream so she could cleanse herself again. When we returned, Beecham had left to carry on the mission for new porters. Carstairs had dressed immaculately, and was preparing the evening meal acting as if nothing untoward had happened.

We travelled to the mission later that day with our possessions and stayed doing missionary work for many years until we returned to England. This is the only surviving journal of mine that I know of though Florence kept diaries and journals for the whole time we were there, recording her outrageous sexual adventures. I would like to think she destroyed hers and the other ones which I wrote and which she kept for safekeeping but I can't be absolutely certain of that.