The Missionaries - Sex Stories

The Missionaries

... cooler. The rest of the native bearers became more excited by this and chattered amongst themselves. One of them got up and took hold of her other foot and also pulled hard, dragging her further along the ground, her skirt now high on her thighs. The excited chatter rose higher. A third native encouraged by all of this put his arms under her armpits, and grinning a huge smile beaming on his face, pulled her the other way. Adam and the first native had pulled her feet and legs further apart, exposing her white silk underwear pulled tight up her legs outlining the shape of her vagina. The third native moved his hands over her breasts, squeezing them as he pulled backwards. Florence screamed and thrashed her legs which only helped the removal of her boots. With his hands now free Adam reached up and tore away the flimsy silk underwear, exposing her vagina with wide opened legs. The Reverend stood quickly to intervene but Beecham grabbed his arm stopping him.

"If you try to stop them, they will kill you and then her after they have had their way with her. After that they will kill Carstairs and I. My rifle and pistol are in my tent. There is nothing I can do."

A fourth native affected by the frenzy had moved in and tore away her shirt and camisole. Adam and the first native grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it clear of her legs, leaving her completely naked. Her hair had been tied up to begin with but now it spread out like a golden halo.

Adam began to remove his ...

... shorts and singlet while the first native grabbed her crotch. It was clear from her high-pitched squeal he had inserted a finger inside her. The two men at her breasts were squeezing, licking and sucking her nipples.

Adam stood naked before her, his penis erect and stiff. Florence's eyes bulged. She didn't think this would happen.

"Oh God. He is going to rape me. Please God spare me" she prayed. "This is going to hurt. His penis is much bigger than my husbands." Her husband's was about five inches long and about an inch thick. His must be six inches long and a much thicker she thought.

I stood once more to intervene but my small spare frame was no match for Beecham's muscular build who easily held me in place. Carstairs hadn't moved, his mouth remained agape his body frozen.

Florence remembered what the older women who had been out to India in their youth had said about if it's inevitable "Lay back and think of England" she never knew what this actually meant but now she thought she might.

She stared at his black penis as it swayed from side to side and twitched as if it was alive with a mind of its own. He shouted something at the man who was still vigorously sticking his finger into her vagina. The man shouted back at Adam. Adam was powerfully built and a sweeping kick sent the man flying. The other assailants backing away in fear of the same. His black body was finely chiselled and every muscle sharply defined. He was a black version of the statues she had ...