Days passed since Amy gave herself to Mbutu, her middle aged Congolese hero who'd rescued her from a man who tried to force himself on her. Amy wondered why he hadn't returned to her hut since. She had plenty of work to occupy herself, and she wasn't exactly looking for any long term commitments being a married woman. Still, it wasn't something she was used to, getting laid by a guy and then nothing.
Then she started to notice that in fact it was rare to see repeat visitors to the hut. It ended up being different men each night. It seemed relationships were all free, whether being man and woman, or parent and child. Amy had learned about polygamous African cultures that relied upon the community to raise their young in her courses in anthropology; it turned out she was living among one now, which begged the question: was her presence in the village a threat to their native culture? After all, this village was a fascinating subject of its own worth studying, and this fact probably made it far more valuable in this regard than as a place to be "improved upon" with outside influences. Just because they were naked and all the ladies got pregnant earlier than would be practical in the west doesn't mean that the village as a whole wasn't healthy and happy. Furthermore it was becoming clear that the only person really changing around here was Amy.
Two weeks had passed since then. Mbutu still hadn't come. Amy resolved to talk to the young man who was proficient in English about the custom for a better understanding.
"I've noticed that no man visits our hut on two nights in a row. Is there a reason for this?" she asked somewhat awkwardly while blushing.
"In fact, we have a rule about visiting huts. We have several rules that govern the village that you may pick up on your own. For visiting huts, seven days should pass before returning to a hut. And three should pass before visiting any hut again," he replied.
"Right," she replied. "For the sake of recovery."
This made perfect sense. For a village that seemed to have very limited worldly education and knowledge, they certainly used some methods that bespoke of traditional wisdom. Still, this wasn't much of a help to Amy. She had fantasies of Mbutu's cock entering her, her guiding his slick, hot, and hard cock into her vagina with each stroke, rubbing his heavy balls as they would near her, anticipating the hot load that would soon fill her womb. Would he ever be back?
It wasn't long after that Amy was out gathering wood with some of the other ladies. During this excursion they had traveled farther than she'd been from the village since arriving. It was during this outing that the group was threatened by a lioness out in search of food. The other ladies managed to get away, but Amy was stuck while the lioness cornered her, closing in on her kill. Despite Amy's shouting and arm flailing, the lioness's attack was imminent. Suddenly, Rafiti came in running at breakneck speed holding a long spear, and he lunged toward the feline. It heard him coming and was able to dodge his attack, but rather than fight back, it chose to run away. Amy had been saved yet again by one of the village men thanks to their network of getting the word out and responding quickly.
Amy approached Rafiti, a youngish man of approximately 23 years of age, lean build, approximately 6'2" and hung like a horse. She put a hand over her heart, gave a little bow as was the custom and uttered the local dialect word for thank you.
Rafiti simply nodded and went off pursuing his daily duties. Amy swooned as yet another of the villagers had risked their well-being to protect her. She hoped that she would get the chance to repay him soon.
Sure enough, that night Rafiti paid her hut a visit. He mainly looked at Amy's co-inhabitants for a sign of interest. Sure enough, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Amy, giving him the signal to join him. If you could see red in an African's face when he blushed, you would have seen Rafiti completely red in the face. Alas, his skin was so dark, there was literally no way of knowing.
More uninhibited and eager than ever, Amy grabbed his third leg and instantly began blowing him faster than a five-dollar whore saving up for cheap booze. Rafiti's cock hardened faster than most hut visitors as Amy's beautiful mouth and face were devoted to getting him off. Amy simultaneously rubbed her twat in anticipation of the onslaught she was about to endure with her womanhood. She'd been thinking about this moment all day, hoping her new hero would come to claim his reward.
Then, grabbing his cock with her right hand, she leaned back on the cot dragging him by the cock and aiming it straight for her cunt while spreading her legs widely. Soaked to the brim, Rafiti effortlessly pushed in while Amy pulled him into her. Balls deep in the first stab, Rafiti couldn't believe how ready this exotic American slut was for his cock. Almost immediately he began fucking Amy's cunt with rapidity and force expected of a man his age. Amy truly was ready as she began moaning and encouraging Rafiti in the native tongue. She'd seen and heard so much sex in the hut for the last two months, it was as if she could communicate sex in the local dialect almost perfectly.
Rafiti, being a young buck, and due to his being with the highly sought after Amy, was quicker to nut than either of them would have preferred. Rafiti gave a final thrust as his overly sensitive cock exploded inside Amy's tightness, while Amy was left wanting for an orgasm of her own. She would have to achieve this solo and later. Unless...
Amy, speaking the local tongue to Rafiti, asked if there were any others looking to go tonight that might be interested. It sounded something like: "Other man want sex me now?"
Rafiti nodded and straightforth exited the hut.
Amy looked around and thankfully she didn't receive any admonishing looks. Apparently it wasn't the first time one of the ladies hadn't been satisfied and requested backup. Thank God for that, Amy thought.
Also thankfully, only one additional man appeared, and he too was relatively young. It was Wababwe, who happened to look strikingly similar to Mbutu, though in the village no one ever really knew for sure who was whose father. To be sure, you never saw older men with the younger ladies. If the village understood any science at all, it was not to take risks potentially getting your own daughter pregnant. The few times an older man copulated with a younger woman that Amy had seen, he'd pulled out prior to cumming.
