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It was only supposed to be a year out
Story Code: M/f, M/Ff, F/f
It was only supposed to be a year out of education before university started, my friends and I all had big plans for a massive journey, some wanted to go to South America, some to India, others to Africa, two girls wanted to go to Afghanistan but they were talked out of it by their parents because of the troubles over there.
I had three close friends, we all wanted to cross Africa from the west coast to the east, but it was a little like school, we all put in the minimum work necessary. We all sat our final exams together and then went to the travel agents to see what it would cost us to fly to Bissau in Guinea-Bissau and back from Djibouti six months later; we were three very depressed eighteen year olds as we walked down the road away from the travel agents.
We hadn't seen the young man in the shop, he was an Asian, about twenty-five years old, we hadn't seen him but he had seen us and he had been listening to us while we were talking to the travel agent. He approached us from behind, "Bloody expensive isn't it? Getting to Africa I mean!" I felt uneasy, afraid, he was a total stranger and he just walked up to us and began chatting as if we had known him all of our lives. Fortunately my three friends weren't as scared or shy as I was; they accepted his offer of a coffee and a chat in the local McDonalds.
Cariem was the son of a local shopkeeper, he had been in the travel agents delivering sandwiches and drinks, he hadn't chased after us because we were four good looking white girls though, he had heard our conversation after being told exactly what it would cost us to reach the point in Africa that in our fantasies we had wanted to start our overland trip across Africa from. We were all use to Easy-jet prices but no budget airline operated to anywhere close to where we wanted to go.
We were half way down our coffee when Cariem got to the point of why he was talking to us. "My family have business interests in Burkina Faso, many shops and factories in and around the capital Ouagadougou, you would have to pass through that area if you crossed Africa between those two points that you mentioned in the Travel agents." Well, I could see what had made Cariem interested in our trip if we were planning to pass through his family's part of Africa. I thought for a moment that Cariem was angling to come with us, perhaps the idea of travelling with four sexy companions appealed to him, especially four girls as young and obviously inexperienced as we were.
It took us a while to get it into our heads exactly what Cariem had offered us, we had all gone home to talk to our parents, it seemed to me that it might be a scam of some kind or could even be illegal, we had no idea and neither did our parents but what we had been offered was, in a nutshell, passage to Africa on a ship, granted, not a passenger ship but a cargo ship, so that part of the journey would be no picnic, once in Guinea-Bissau we would be met by a local with local currency, the 'Communaute Financiere Africaine franc' or XOF as the locals call it, it was classed as a soft currency, no real exchange rate as no other countries actually wanted the local currency.
As we crossed the widest part of Africa we would be met by local people in each country who would take the previous currency and replace it with their own, we could also have hotel rooms in each town that we stopped in without paying anything for it and a ship would pick us up in Djibouti around six months later, again, a cargo ship and that ship would carry us through the Suez Canal and back to England, Cariem's offer would actually take us closer to eight months to complete as it would take two weeks to reach Africa instead of five hours and six weeks to return but the offer was that Cariem's father would keep a running total of how much it had cost for the journey, convert that amount from all the local currencies into pounds sterling and then divide by four and that is what we would pay to him after our return.
The reason it looked like it might be illegal was that it was a way of getting money out of Africa without it going through the books, so to speak, no taxes would be paid either in Africa or in England, when Cariem's relatives had moved enough money in this way, they would leave Africa and come over to Europe where their money would help them start a new business. In addition, we would carry a parcel from Cariem's family in England and deliver it to Ouagadougou, things that as Europeans we would be expected to have, the latest Levi jeans and jackets, French and Italian lingerie, Italian shoes and Japanese cameras, that kind of thing. We would also be expected to carry something out of the country and bring it back to the UK, no, not drugs, that was my father's first thought, it was a religious icon that Cariem's family had taken from India to Africa when they first moved just before Partition in 1947, when their area of India was being given over to form the sovereign state of the Dominion of Pakistan and their religion was being erased from the country.
"They can't simply 'Fed-ex' it to England, it would have to be examined and once they x-ray it they'll know that it is the real statue and not one of a million plaster models that tourists take home every year from Asia." Was Cariem's answer to my father's concern. My father was finally won over after being put into contact with three local people who had taken the same offer the year before and another group that would be leaving around the same time, six young men in that group.
My father was never really happy that my friends and I had planned to cross Africa, we had planned to use local transport to save money and to camp out along the way in between towns, he was far happier when we were given a proper itinerary, train times, dates and places to meet people, the names of Hotels we would be using in each town and when we would be there, places of interest to visit in each country and what free time we could expect at each stopover. Cariem's father did a far better job than any travel agent would have done at planning out our trip for us.
It took close to a month to have all of our vaccinations and to arrange visa's for every country we had to pass through. But eventually we were at Southampton and being rushed onto an old tramp steamer carrying containers of electrical waste to be recycled in Africa. I thought that it was strange that we hadn't passed through any kind of customs check or passport control before boarding the ship just five minutes before it slipped its moorings.
The ship wasn't actually designed to carry passengers, even as few as ten. They got around it by loading two skeleton containers onto the ship, just steel floors and roofs with a girder on each corner to take up the space of a standard container and sitting in the open space of each one was a boys and a girls caravan, both were brand new and both were six birth, so we girls had plenty of room but the boys were a little cramped. The ship's cook provided us with one cooked meal a day, well, I say ships cook, the crew took it in turns to act as cook for everyone else. So we had to look after our own food twice a day unless we preferred to diet a little.
We got very used to eating dishes that were mainly rice or maze with a little meat or vegetables in it. We had been advised to bring breakfast cereals and powdered milk with us. There was a small area of flat deck for sunbathing or ball games with the boys but basically we were just kept at arm's length from the crew for most of the day. I noticed that one of my friends sometimes disappeared and when she came back to the caravan she was definitely a lot more mellow than she was before she went missing, so we guessed that she was hooking up with one of the boys or maybe even one of the crew but there were definite signs that she had been well fucked on occasions.
I, for my part hadn't actually started dating, so, as the old adage would have it, I never missed what I never had. We were dropped off in the port closest to Bissau, we, along with eight containers were dropped off and the ship picked up another eight replacements. We noticed money change hands between the captain and a port official, the port guy didn't speak any English at all, he just herded all ten of us to a warehouse at the other end of the docks. We waited for three hours in the stifling African heat and suddenly we were told to run, we all grabbed our bags and followed the guy to a terminal building where we were fed into a stream of local people getting off of a passenger ferry.
We noticed locals having their baggage searched as well as body searches, one man had a brand new pair of American jeans, still in their wrapper taken from him, someone in the know stopped the guy doing his nut at the customs man and an Indian woman tutted as she turned to one of her friends and said that he had been asked for fifty dollars American to import the jeans and they weren't even a quality make, "Man was stupid, he should have worn them trousers to go through the checks, they think he was going to sell them in town.
Apparently it was how the port officials made up their wages; either that or they got to keep brand new clothes. I was carrying part of the package destined for Cariem's family, two brand new pairs of Wrangler Jeans as well as six complete sets from Victoria's secrets, all still in their original wrappers. My passport and visa were checked and rechecked but eventually, everything was replaced in my bag intact and no mention of import tax on all the new clothes I was carrying.
On the road, the other side of passport control an African man was holding up a large board with Chouhan UK Party X10 painted on it in a childlike hand. It took close to thirty minutes for all ten of us to get through and when we were all present we were guided to a bus and taken to a hotel, the guide had five room keys so we would all have to double up. The hotel manager was Asian, he was a Chouhan according to his name badge, 'K. P. Chouhan Night Manager' engraved on his badge, KP as he asked to be called introduced himself, he told us that they had arranged some typical English food for our dinner as he guessed that food on the ship would have been a little strange, but not as strange as fish and chips with the fish cooked in a masala spice flavoured batter.
We were each given a handful of money that made me feel like a millionaire, in fact one of the notes I was given had been a ten thousand XOF's note, I was running round showing it off to everyone but I was brought down to earth when KP told me that I would be able to buy four litres of American Coca-Cola in the local shops with a ten thousand Franc note.
The boys were due to leave the next day, they were taking a different route across Africa, they wanted to do a little climbing and river rafting as they went through each country, we girls had opted for rail and bus travel, just stopping off to meet people and see all the cultural sites. We had allowed a day after the boat trip across from England to get our land legs back, see the capital, a museum and an art gallery selling local art works, KP had taken a shine to me and had invited me to have dinner with him, he was married and his wife would be cooking our meal for us so I felt safe in going home with him.
KP lived in a huge bungalow in the road behind the hotel, he had staff to look after his family, I was introduced to Pritty, his wife. The children were all being looked after by a maid, KP had five kids, three girls and two boys. Pritty wasn't actually cooking the meal herself, she was simply supervising it, I told her how beautiful she looked and KP wrapped his arms around his wife and said, "You should see her when she is all dressed up." Pritty looked over her shoulder and gave her husband a loving kiss, then she looked back at me and a sparkle glinted in her eyes, she told her husband to go and see the children before bedtime and she took my arm, after barking a few orders to the two African ladies who were actually cooking the mean she guided me along the corridor from the kitchen, past the living room and the children's wing and on to the master suite she shared with KP.
Pritty pulled me into the en suite bathroom and began to strip out of her smart green and red Punjabi suit, she was chattering away to me like an excited school girl. I was a little surprised that under her smart, conventional Indian dress; Pritty was wearing very sexy lingerie, including stockings and suspender belt. "Did you have a chance to freshen up after your sightseeing trip today?" "No, your husband was a little too eager to get me to come here for dinner to give me a chance to shower."
Pritty came over to me and started to undress me, I had no idea what was going on, I'd had boyfriends; some had tried to get into my clothes, unsuccessfully, at the pictures or while babysitting, that kind of thing but no girl had ever tried to undress me before. I didn't really have the skills to deal with her; if KP had tried it on I would have fought like a tigress to protect myself but another woman, why would she have any evil intentions towards me.
Pritty stripped me totally naked and then she finished undressing herself, she had a Brazilian wax on her pussy, it looked so out of place on the petite Asian woman, she ran her finger tips through my bush, I didn't have a huge amount of hair down there but it had finally formed a full triangle even though the hairs I got earlier on were much longer than the newer ones, "Would you like me to trim this before I shower you?" I shook my head and pushed her hand away from my pussy mound. How could a woman with five children be a lesbian ran through my mind, I really wanted to get dressed and run back to the hotel.
Pritty pulled me into a corner of the bathroom, I was trying to stop her although I felt ridiculous being totally naked and trying to fight off another naked woman without actually touching her body. Once in the corner of the room Pritty pressed a button in the wall and six water jets fired up, three on each side of the corner, there was no shower tray though, jist a gold plated plughole in the floor. When I realised that Pritty just wanted to wash me I stopped fighting her but I did stop her washing between my legs, I did that for myself. Pritty encouraged me to wash her in the same way, she expected me to wash between her legs but I didn't, I left that for her to do.
I have to say that being washed by a woman and then running my soapy hands all over her body did feel strangely pleasant and I guessed that if I hadn't been so suspicious of why I was there and what was happening to me I may have enjoyed it more, I might even have allowed Pritty to wash my fanny as well as the rest of my body.
Pritty dried my body and then she rubbed a light oil that smelled of Jasmine all over me and asked me to do the same for her, then she led me back out into her bedroom, both of us still totally naked. I have to say that I expected to find KP waiting in the bedroom for us, when he wasn't I don't know if I was disappointed or not. Pritty found a kind of muslin cropped blouse, green, with a square cut front and short sleeves, and she almost forced me to put it on, no bra but I guess that the cropped top was their equivalent to a European bra.
There was a matching very tight skirt, I would have worn as an underskirt back home, then she kind of wrapped me in seven meters of Red silk with real gold thread embroidery around its edge which she had to show me how to hold as there was nothing to fasten it or keep it closed other than the way she wound it around me and tucked it in, when she finished dressing me I realised that I was wearing a traditional Indian saree.
Pritty then dressed herself, her top was red muslin and her under skirt too, her saree was green with gold embroidery around the edge, so she looked like a mirror image of me only she was dark brown with black hair and I was alabaster with ginger hair. There was a large safe hidden in a wardrobe, it was full of gold jewellery, Pritty had her nose pierced as so many Hindu women did, there was a gold chain that fixed through her nose and went over her ear with a veil of gold trinkets hanging down from it, almost like half a Veil.
Pritty told me that the jewellery covering half of her face was called a Nath, "It has been in KP's family for over four hundred years, it is passed down from father to his first born son, each trinket hanging from the chain was added by the mother of each new bride." She pointed out the very first tiny trinket, a miniscule gold statue of the goddess Parvathi, "This was actually given to the bride by the Moghul Emperor of the time around the sixteenth century, KP's family were very famous, in the twelfth century his ancestor, Prithviraj Chauhan, was the king of Delhi, some of the gold in this safe comes from that far back in history."
I was very impressed, in the UK, as soon as someone passes away, the government take half of his wealth, so after just four generations most rich men 's families have nothing of their family history left to pass down and almost no wealth either. "So, our Mr Chauhan, the one who runs the shop in Northampton is descended from a king of India?" "He's on the fringe of the family but the way things are going here in Africa at the moment, we'll all be leaving for a safer country soon, that is why you and your friends are going to take family items of great value with you when you go home."
Pritty had gold necklaces, gold bangles, a gold comb in her hair, just the scrap value of the gold alone would have been in the thousands of pounds, never mind the workmanship or the historical value of many of the pieces she was wearing, she turned slowly in front of me, then she asked, "What do you think? This is how I was dressed on my wedding day," Pritty looked at herself in a tall mirror, turning in the way she did as she performed her wedding dance for her husband, the dance she would have performed for him in their bedroom on their first night together, "I can only dress like this when I'm alone in my bedroom, the Nath should only be worn by a virgin in public or for her husband's pleasure in private. Tell me Victoria, is your boyfriend waiting for you to get back to England?" I shook my head.
"You mean you don't think your boyfriend will wait for you?" "No, I don't have a boyfriend yet, one of the problems with going to an all girl's school!" "So, you've never had a boyfriend?" I shook my head, "You think you are still intact?" I must have looked confused because Pritty qualified her question, "I have heard that some Western girls use internal sanitary products or go horse riding or even 'pleasure' themselves and destroy their virginity in that way." I shook my head, "No, as far as I know I haven't done anything like that."
I could see that Pritty was making calculations in her head, then she gave me a broad smile, "You father expects you to remain a virgin until he gives you to your husband perhaps?" I shook my head, "It isn't something we talk about in England, my father wouldn't expect me to be a virgin on my wedding day any more than my future husband would expect it." "Oh! I see, so your virginity isn't a special gift that you save for your husband then?" I shook my head, "What do you think of my husband?"
It was my turn to calculate things in my head now, why would she ask that question? "I think he's very handsome and very kind, and he's very funny, he reminds me a lot of my own father!" Pritty's face broke out into a broad smile, "He reminded me of my father too, I was really happy when my father chose him for me; he even looks a lot like my father too as he and my father are first cousins."
Pritty started to remove some of her necklaces and draped them around my neck and then most of her bangles too, "How would you like to wear my Nath for my husband's benefit?" "I don't have my nose pierced," "I know, but would you like to wear it for my husband?" "If I had my nose pierced, I'd love to wear it" "You have to tell me that you'd love to wear it for my husband!"
I couldn't work out exactly why Pritty was being so pedantic about how I said it or the words I used, it was all academic anyway as I didn't have my nose pierced but then I didn't fully understand what part the Nath played in Hindu mythology and culture.
Pritty pulled me into the bathroom, she got a bottle of de-natured alcohol, in the UK we would have called it surgical spirits, in Africa they used something like one hundred percent Vodka. I was pushed into a seat, a little alcohol was poured into the bottle's cap and a sewing needle was placed in it pointy end first.
Pritty wadded up a small ball of cotton wool and laid it along her index finger, then she stuck finger and tightly wadded up cotton wool up into my left nostril and pinched down hard between her thumb on the outside of my nostril and the cotton wool padded finger inside my nose. I worked out what she was doing a second before she did it, but I was too late to stop the needle being pushed into my nose and into the cotton wool protecting her finger.
I had expected pain, I had expected a ton of blood but got neither, by pinching my flesh tightly Pritty had numbed the nerves and she had also pushed the excess blood out of the tiny capillaries, I was still complaining as a gold ring was dipped into the alcohol and the end pushed through my freshly pierced nostril.
Pritty placed her Nath over my left ear and hooked the other end through my new nose ring. Pritty was chanting something in Urdu or Guajarati , the same mantra over and over again, then she hung a new trinket onto the web of gold chain, "I got this for my oldest son's wife when he marries, it is Victorian but has never been on a Nath before, I'll have to get another for him but as he is only ten years old I'll have four or five years to find something suitable.
KP was waiting in the dining room as Pritty guided me in, KP gasped a deep breath, he managed to whisper, "Thank you my darling, she looks so perfect." We ate dinner served by the African maid who gave me some very funny looks as she served my food to me. After eating, I was conscious of the time, we had tickets for a train to take us North into Kolda in Senegal and then by road to the Nickolo Koba National Park where we would be spending two weeks on a photographic safari, the journey would take around twelve hours so we had to leave early and it was already eleven o'clock at night, I was about to make my excuses and ask if KP could call me a taxi when Pritty took over again and led me to her bedroom.
Pritty began to chant the mantra that she had been chanting when she prepared me to wear her Nath. As Pritty let my hands go I felt KP's strong hands grip me from behind. KP began to ease my saree off over my shoulder, I pulled away and said, "What's going on?" Pritty stopped chanting and pulled me into the bathroom, "What are you doing? You said you were willing to wear the Nath for my husband and now you start fighting him off!" "What are you on about? I said I'd wear the jewellery, nothing else." "You stupid little girl, you agreed to wear the Nath, you have made a contract with my husband to honour the cultural and religious significance. You'll love it, my husband's family are very religious, they all study the Kama sutra in great depth. But that is less important than the fact that you now have the Nath, handed down from his father to him to show everyone that his wife is a virgin on the wedding day and as he removes it after opening your flower it proves to everyone that you are no longer a virgin and your husband is the man who receive that gift from you!"
I was pulled back into the bedroom and Pritty began to chant over her husband and I as he undressed me. As KP was kissing me and undressing himself, Pritty piled silk cushions on top of a Persian carpet covering a large rectangle of floor at the side of her bed, the top cushion was white silk and as Pritty backed away from us, bowing to her husband, she was still chanting, her hands covering her eyes. KP placed me on the carpet, kneeling, facing Pritty and the pile of cushions as KP stood behind me.
My knees were spread wide and were level with the white silk cushion on each side of it, KP pushed me forward so that my ginger bush was directly covering the centre of the white silk cushion Pritty's chanting was becoming faster and louder and suddenly I gasped in pain. KP had knelt behind me and he had entered my body from behind with a great deal of force and speed, knocking me onto my face as he did so, then he almost stood up so that he could get as much leverage on me as possible until he climaxed into my cunt.
KP was extremely productive, I felt at least a dozen spurts filling my body and as soon as he pulled his cock from me it began to cascade out of my body. I went to stand up but KP placed his hand in the middle of my back to hold me in place.
Pritty now had her eyes open and had stopped chanting, she undressed quickly and knelt in front of her husband, she took his flaccid cock into her mouth, I gagged, I had spotted, even though it didn't show up well on his brown cock, his cock was totally covered in my blood from my broken hymen. I was held face down until Pritty had cleaned her husband and got his cock back to fully erect.
KP turned his cock back towards my body, Pritty guided his cock into my body once again, KP didn't start fucking me straight off though, he reached around and unclipped the Nath from my nose ring, then he pulled it off of my ear and handed it back to Pritty, she held it and knelt there as KP fucked me for a second time, this time Pritty was silent, just watching her husband as he fucked me.
After receiving a second helping of KP's seed in an hour I looked at the time and told them that I needed to go because of my early start, "You can't go yet, you are my husband's new wife for the rest of the night, he wouldn't be counted as much of a man if he only had the pleasure of you twice on your wedding night."
I mentioned my travel plans with my friends, "KP's staff have already packed your bags for you, they will be taken to the railway station for you in time to meet your train, as will you, but first, it is your wedding night, enjoy yourself."
KP left me for five minutes so that more of my blood, mixed with his semen, flowed over the formally pristine silk pillow, then he carried me to his bed and began to fuck me all over again. After his third fuck he asked Pritty if she would put on a little show with me for him. If I thought that my first time with a man was mind blowing, when Pritty began to play with my body in bed, especially when she took her husband's seed mixed with my blood from my pussy while KP sat there rubbing his cock the sensations sent my body and mind into overload.
During the night KP fucked me in every conceivable way, he hadn't allowed me to sleep for a single minute all night long even though his wife did fall asleep for an hour at least twice during the night. At six o'clock in the morning I was taken into the shower corner of the bathroom and Pritty KP and I ended up all washing each other.
I dressed and walked past the children's wing, the maid was feeding the youngest child at her breast, it looked really strange, a coal black woman with a squirming wriggling little brown baby suckling at her breast. The other children were all just sitting at the table eating their own breakfast. But that wasn't the dining room where KP, Pritty and I ate our cooked breakfast. KP and Pritty seemed to have very little to do with their children at all, it seemed to me that it was all left to servants.
I wondered if Pritty would have such an easy life if they all moved to England or some other European country where they had to pay staff minimum wage. After Breakfast KP took the ring from my nose, his wife cleaned around the tiny hole with a cotton bud dipped in alcohol, then KP took a small jewellery box from his pocket and took out a gold stud with a polished 'Jet' stone in the setting, KP pushed the spike through the hole in my nose but Pritty had to fit the fiddly holding clip on the inside of my nose.
KP kissed me and said, "You'll have to be wary of any Hindu men you meet during the rest of your journey across Africa, the hole in your nose will show men that you were married, the Jet stone shows you are divorced and free for sex, the men will know while you wear the Jet stone that they can just take you, they won't even ask, they'll just put the ring back in your nose and you'll belong to them until they release you as I have done. You could just take the stud out as soon as you leave here and the hole will eventually heal up but you will have a whole lot more fun our way!"
A taxi took me to the railway station just in time to catch the train, I had to run to our compartment and as I ran KP's spunk squirted from my pussy. It was very uncomfortable sitting on the hard seats of the train with semen seeping out every time the train swayed from side to side. My companions all admired my new nose stud and all three of them wanted to get a similar item of jewellery, I sat there, smiling on the inside, wondering if I should tell them the significance of the jet stud or not. Nothing had been mentioned about my spending the night at KP's house with him and his wife, everyone, like me, assumed that there would be no 'hanky-panky' in the house if his wife was there as well.
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