Lust in the Jungle

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Lust in the Jungle
bydeliciousthoughts

"You're sure this was a good idea?" Michelle mumbled to her husband for the umpteenth time in the last hour.

Josef's shrug was the same reaction he'd given each time she had asked the question.

The safari had been arranged to celebrate their wedding anniversary, but right now Michelle wished they were anywhere other than in the middle of the jungle.

The monsoon-like rain had flooded the uneven roads, leaving them impassable, and their guide had abandoned their rickety-old jeep to walk them through the tropical forest towards the small village that had appeared through the mist.

Michelle had liked Jameraka ever since they'd first met, and not just because of the ebony coloured muscles on constant display in those tight, sleeveless tee-shirts. His English was pretty near perfect, he had always been especially considerate towards her and unlike so many of the native men she'd met so far, he didn't always look like he was desperate to fuck her.

Not always...

Not that she would have objected ... well, in different circumstances maybe. She was sure that the ever-present bulge in his groin had grown on a couple of occasions when she'd caught him surreptitiously eyeing up her body.

Damn, he was big. What girl wouldn't be interested in what he kept hidden in those khaki shorts?

Quite how he'd found his way into the small village, especially in the middle of such a heavy storm, had amazed her. They were miles from anywhere in the deepest part of the jungle. How could anyone know where they were when they were surrounded by so many trees? It felt like they'd walked for hours, although she knew it couldn't have been that long.

They had been well received by the villagers so far, although it helped that Jameraka was able to speak their language. None of the tribe could speak English, and neither Michelle nor Josef had been able to understand a single word they said.

Jameraka had ensured she and Josef were provided with a hut for the duration of their stay, but that felt like a mixed blessing to Michelle. It was so small. And basic. The contents consisted of a single bed, a little table, and a lantern hanging from a rope.

Not only that, but he had told them they would be able to return to their abandoned vehicle within a day or two if the rain relented. A day or two? If the rain relented? How could she live in such primitive conditions for that length of time?

Then he'd emphasised that they should observe the village customs—whatever they were—and always stay within the camp confines while they were there.

It felt like she was in the middle of a nightmare, rather than the holiday of a lifetime.

The only good news was that they had been given some sort of food to eat—Michelle hadn't dared ask what it was—and a ******* from a coconut shell. She'd gulped it down.

Once fed, she and Josef had been so exhausted that they had fallen asleep, even though it could only have been mid afternoon. Time meant nothing, but when they awoke the sun was definitely much lower in the sky.

She had been dreaming. She knew that. Weird, erotic dreams. But despite the intense sexual need in her body, the images in her mind were vague enough for her to be unable to recall specifics. All she knew was that the need for sex was overwhelming. She turned towards Josef, her hand reaching for the zip on his jeans as her lips covered his, only to be stopped by a sound at the door.

The skimpy fabric covering had parted and Jameraka's huge frame was stepping inside the hut.

"I see you're awake now," his deep voice boomed. "It's time to bathe."

"Bathe?"

Michelle shot him a puzzled look as she pushed away from Josef and sat up on the bed. She glanced sideways at her husband, but he was only barely awake.

"All the tribe gather at the water's edge to wash at this time," their guide explained. "The rain has stopped falling and we're late. Please hurry."

"We'll give it a miss" Michelle said sharply.

The last thing she intended to do was to engage in any sort of washing ritual with the tribe members. Not until she'd fucked Josef's brains out, at the very least.

"I understand your feelings, Missy," Jameraka replied, taking a step forward into the hut. "But this is not your home land. I have already explained that there are tribal customs that must be observed and we are all expected to follow them. Please, no more discussion. I will lead the way."

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There were a couple of dozen villagers—men and women—already washing when they reached the water's edge. Michelle glanced sideways at Josef. They were all naked.

"Let's strip to our underwear," he suggested, checking with Jameraka. "A quick dip and then we can get out of here."

The muscular guide firmly shook his head and made a show of stripping to his waist. His skin was the shade of dark chocolate.

"I have explained," he told them. "To deviate from tradition would be seen as an insult. There is no embarrassment amongst villagers and until we leave, we should all consider ourselves as members of the tribe."

He turned towards Michelle as his hands went to his khaki shorts. When he shucked them to the ground, she couldn't contain her gasp. She'd known his black dick would be impressive, but nothing quite like the size of this monster.

The sight did nothing to calm the sexual heat still pounding inside her athletic body.

Even so, it took a real effort of will to undress under his watchful gaze. He had that look on his face, the one that she'd seen before, an almost superior glare that made her tingle. And he made no pretence of keeping his eyes anywhere but on her body as she removed her clothes. Her white body. The contrast in their colour was almost as exciting to her as the sight of his long, thick cock.

Almost. But not quite...

Nor was he her only admirer. It felt like every man around them was closely watching her as she stood, proudly naked.

The thought that they all wanted her created an intense thrill and it was almost a disappointment when Josef protectively took her hand and led her deeper into the water. It wasn't as cold as she had expected. She couldn't help but glance at him as he handed her the soap. She'd never had cause to complain before, but his manhood looked like a little boy's compared to the monster that hung between their guide's black thighs.

It was impossible not to peek towards Jameraka as she began to wash herself. His cock was actually lengthening in his hand as he soaped it. She told herself to look away but how could she? All her life she'd known that black guys were hung, but even in her wildest fantasies she'd never imagined this. She needed to see just how much he would grow.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she heard Josef ask.

Her guilty gaze immediately reverted to her husband. Unlike Jameraka, his cock was submerged under the water and he was standing with his hands on her hips.

"Are you deliberately soaping your tits like that?" he accused, his voice little more than a low hiss. "People are watching."

Michelle gave a quick look around her. Every single gaze was homed in on her direction. Her breasts were covered with soap and her nipples were rock-hard. Had she really been in such a trance? Two young guys nearby—eighteen, nineteen—were soaping themselves, but their actions weren't far short of openly masturbating as they watched her.

A shiver ran through her. Should she have been this turned on? Then Josef was taking her hand again and practically dragging her through the water to the bank.

"C'mon, let's get dressed again and get out of here."

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If he was frustrated with her, Josef's demeanour didn't last long. As soon as they returned to the hut, Michelle was all over her husband. She couldn't help herself, pushing him down on the small bed with a frantic desperation that surprised them both and yanking down the zip his faded blue jeans.

Darkness was closing in, except for the shaft of light spearing down onto the bed through the small round opening in the roof. The way it highlighted his cock was surreal.

"What the—"

The words were stilled in his throat as Michelle dipped her head and wrapped her lips around his illuminated cock.

Somehow, the fact she was doing this in her current surroundings—a mud hut in the middle of the jungle—added to the moment. So did the recollection of the way she'd felt when she had stripped infront of the male members of the tribe, and the forbidden thoughts that had passed through her mind as she had soaped herself so publicly.

And then there was Jameraka. Fuck, he was massive...

Josef's throaty moan brought her out of her thoughts. It felt like she was in danger of operating on auto-pilot, sucking him while her mind got off on to other thoughts. That wasn't fair.

There'd be no lack of focus if this was their black guide's monster she was pleasuring.

She shuffled to make herself more comfortable on the floor and brought another moan as she traced her tongue along his length, bathing it in spit before taking him back into her mouth. She sucked him slowly, running her lips up and down his throbbing cock before smoothly taking him into her throat.

This was one trick she wouldn't be able to perform with Jameraka...

She pulled away, taking his shaft in her hand and working her fingers along his saliva-covered length.

"This is going to be the best fucking of your life," she promised, pushing up to her feet.

She dragged her clothes from her body as he stared up at her, his gaze full of hunger. It was the same look some of the men had in their eyes as they'd watched her strip at the water's edge. They'd held their cocks while they'd ogled her. Two of the older teenagers had practically been masturbating...

She crawled onto the bed, arching her back to let his shaft drag through her cleavage. If she didn't fuck him now she'd go crazy. When their mouths met, she swallowed his aroused groan with a hard kiss and then turned away from him to settle over his cock, reverse cowgirl style.

She shot him a look over her shoulder as she took just the tip of his cock inside. When his eyes closed, she gave a long, throaty groan and rocked forward, sinking him deep inside her.

The feeling was suddenly too much. Head thrown back, mouth half-open, body arched, she stretched her arms out like the wings of an aeroplane as she began to move on him. This was her husband and this was their anniversary fuck.

He was all she wanted, needed, after all.

Her hips rotated in tight little circles as she raised her hands onto the top of her head. She moved on him like a lap dancer, teasing with each sexy grind of her body.

His fingernails dug into her flesh as his hands found her hips. He thrust up into her, wanting to take control. Michelle had no intention of letting him. With a backwards glance, she slammed back down on him again and then repeated the manoeuvre. Clutching her tits, she pulled on her nipples as she changed back and forward from the thumping downward thrusts to teasing, circular rotations.

"Oh fuck—"

They were Mark's gasped words but they could just as easily have been hers. The covering over the door had parted slightly and she could see the shadow of a man standing there. Even in the semi-dark she could recognise Jameraka's huge frame.

From the way he was stroking his cock, it seemed as if he'd been watching for some time. Why show himself now? Was he that confident she wasn't going to scream at the sight of him?

She knew that Josef couldn't see him. Her husband's view of the door was obscured by her undulating body. As shameful as it was, she pulled her hands back to her head, arched her body backwards and thrust her breasts out. She couldn't quite make out Jameraka's expression, but the way his hand moved even faster suggested that he approved.

She held her blonde hair high on top of her head as she jammed back down on him, making sure he burrowed as far into her sex as he could. He was deep, but the illicit thought occurred that he was nothing like as deep as Jameraka's monster would be...

Her movements became more urgent as she put on a show for their voyeur and suddenly all three were racing to the finishing line.

The two men came first, Josef exploding inside her at almost the precise moment that Jameraka launched his cum across the room. Each burst arched into the air like a trailing firework, diminishing in intensity but impressive nonetheless.

Michelle closed her eyes as their black guide's orgasm triggered her own and when eventually she opened them again, she found herself surprisingly disappointed to find he had disappeared from view.

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Was it really the next morning? Michelle had slept deeply, her lingering tiredness from yesterday's walk had made sure of that. She had been dreaming again, more of the same dreams. Sexual. But these had been even more vivid.

It was becoming difficult to differentiate fantasy from reality. Had Jameraka really masturbated in their doorway while she had been fucking Josef? Or had she dreamt that?

Josef had fucked her again during the night, unless that had been yet another dream. Come to think of it, his cock had felt longer and thicker than usual. And he'd been rougher with her than her husband usually was. In a good way. He'd made her moan in a way that Josef never had.

Maybe it hadn't been a dream? Maybe it had been Jameraka? Fucking her while Josef lay asleep by her side? She'd faced the hut door as he'd taken her on all fours, hoping that Jameraka might return and wank in front of her again.

She hadn't really expected him too, of course. And maybe it was her tired mind playing tricks, but now she had a different raison d'être for his non appearance.

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The village looked entirely different when she and Josef ventured outside. The fires and cooking underway around the little grass huts indicated it must have been close to lunchtime.

She was hungry. They hadn't eaten since the meal they'd been given yesterday. Her mouth was dry, too. Someone had left drinks for them in those little coconut cups when they'd returned from bathing, although she'd only discovered that after the first time she and Josef had fucked.

Yesterday—other than at the river—she hadn't paid enough attention to the members of the tribe. Had she seen any women? She couldn't have done. But they were all around her now. And like the men, they wore only loincloths.

A smile appeared on Josef's face when he checked out some of the more attractive women. They were checking him out, too, giggling to themselves and pointing towards him.

"Maybe they think you're a movie star," Michelle quipped.

"You should talk," he chuckled, nodding and smiling brightly at each woman they passed as they walked along the narrow path. "Why is it I get the feeling that every man here would like to fuck you?"

His eyes widened as he nodded over her shoulder.

"Including this one," he softly muttered under his breath.

When Michelle swung around to follow the direction of his gaze, her heart began to beat faster. Jameraka was walking towards them. He had changed from his normal clothes to a loincloth, like the other villagers. With his muscles rippling under the sun, he looked like a black Adonis.

She thought about last night as he reached them and wondered whether his expression might give some clues as to what was a dream and what was reality. Some hope. As usual, those dark eyes were impassive.

"You are invited to meet the Chief of the tribe," he solemnly said, looking at each of them in turn. "It is a great honour. You understand that we must remain in the village until the roads are passable. We will not survive in the forest. The Chief will make that decision when he sees you."

"Decision," Mark repeated. "They might throw us out?"

"It's possible," the guide explained. "If we stay, we do so by invitation, not by right. You must treat the Chief with great respect. Should he allow you to say, you must obey every custom without a second's thought. It is essential to fully understand my words. Yes, Josef?"

Michelle's husband hesitated for only a brief second before he nodded. Jameraka turned to Michelle.

"Missy?"

She nodded instantly. If she could bathe naked with the other villagers, then she could follow whatever other rules there were until they got out of there.

"The roads," she began, "How long before—"

"Not today," Jameraka curtly answered, "Tomorrow perhaps. While we stay here, I will guide you in everything. Our existence depends on your compliance. But the Chief expects us now. Please come with me."

The Chief's hut was situated in the centre of the village. It was larger than the others, with more space around the outside, too. A young woman—maybe twenty—sat outside the door. Jameraka explained in hushed tones that, in accordance with tribal tradition, she had been chosen to serve the Chief when she had reached the age of eighteen.

Michelle nudged Josef's arm, though she understood why his eyes had widened in appreciation. With her long blonde hair and wide expressive brown eyes, she wouldn't have looked out of place on the front page of a fashion magazine. And then there was the way her dark brown nipples sat proud and erect on those stunning breasts.

The Chief had chosen well.

She hadn't been quite so lucky. His pot belly bounced before the tribal leader when he emerged from the hut and the way his grey hair was pulled back into a pony tail looked slightly ludicrous. So was the large ring through his nose.

Michelle tried to pinpoint his age—late fifties, early sixties—but with a wrinkled face that had undoubtedly experienced life, he could have been even older.

He slowly sauntered around his two visitors, gesticulating with one hand every so often and mumbling to Jameraka. He paid particular attention to Michelle, smiling and tapping his black belly as he circled her. When she glanced nervously at Jameraka, his eyes told her to remain quiet and still.

Eventually, the strange inspection was over and the Chief turned to Jameraka again. He spoke quickly, his voice rising every time he wanted to emphasise a point. Jameraka listened mostly, but occasionally responded calmly.

The conversation lasted a couple of minutes and then, with a final nod towards Michelle, he sauntered back to his hut.

Jameraka had a wry look on his face when he turned towards the bemused couple. He glanced at them both before speaking, making them wait.

"It is simple," he eventually began. "The Chief is happy that you have graced his village with your presence and believes it will bring good fortune to the tribe. As such, he intends to throw a dinner in your honour this evening."

Michelle felt the relief flood over her. The old Chief had sent out so many mixed signals it was—

"However..."

The word stopped her in her tracks. There was more.

"He believes you have insulted him by not dressing as the rest of his tribe. I eventually convinced him that this was purely ignorance of his custom. He will accept the explanation provided you change immediately."

He spoke in his native tongue to the young woman who remained beside the Chief's hut entrance. She had sat so respectfully quiet throughout the discussion that it had been easy to forget she was there. At the guide's instruction, she quickly rose and nodded to them.

"Kara will deliver loincloths to your hut," Jameraka told them.

The hard edge in his voice brooked no discussion.

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"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Michelle wailed.
Other than during lovemaking, it was unusual for her to curse. It usually only happened when she was shocked or feeling pressurised. Like now...

"We have no choice," Josef told her.

"Really?" The word was laced with sarcasm.

It was alright for her husband, his loincloth covered his pride and joy. Hers, on the other hand, hardly covered her ass and to make matters worse, she was going to have to parade topless around the village.

"You don't wear a bra on holiday," Josef tried.

"I go topless on the beach, yes, but that's hardly the same. Are you really telling me you're comfortable for my tits to be on display to everyone here?"

"I'm just saying we have no choice. Besides, you have great tits."

Michelle grunted in annoyance. Her husband could be incredibly insensitive at times. Still, maybe he had a point. Her apple-sized breasts weren't anything like as big as some of the women around here—especially Kara—but they had a unique quality. They were white. They were firm and round too, and she'd already seen the effect of them at the river.

Perhaps she should just imagine that she was on holiday at a beach resort. She enjoyed people paying attention to her, so if Josef was going to be this obtuse, why not go with the flow.

She drained the last of her ******* from the coconut cup and could almost feel the liquid pour into her veins. As with yesterday, it gave her a warm, comforting, fuzzy feeling. She'd have to ask Jameraka what it was when she saw him.

The opportunity came sooner than she thought. He was waiting for them when they eventually emerged from the hut.

He nodded in appreciation, although from the direction of his eyes it wasn't clear whether his reaction was as a result of their compliance with the dress code or the sight of her tits.

Her nipples hardened further under his gaze and she couldn't prevent her eyes from flickering over his hard muscular body—those impressive pecs, his six-pack stomach and the impressive bulge in his loincloth. Had he really masturbated at the door to their hut when she was fucking Josef?

It all felt like such a distant dream.

"In return for complying with the Chief's wishes," he told them, "He has granted permission for Missy to bathe in a different, more private part of the river."

"Michelle?"

Mark's voice was so high pitched it sounded like he'd gone falsetto.

"It is restricted to women," Jameraka explained, as easily as if he was swatting away a fly.

He turned his head to speak directly to Michelle.

"If it pleases you, Missy, bring what you need and I will show you the way now."

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An unspoken rule during their short time on the safari had been that when Jameraka wasn't leading them to a specific location, he deferentially walked behind the couple.

Today, heading down to the river, he chose to walk beside Michelle.

It felt to her like an intimate gesture, almost as if they were two close friends whose relationship was growing. Relationship? Was she going out of her mind?

Maybe she was? Why else would she have imagined that he'd wanked in her doorway last night while she'd fucked Josef? He'd watched them fuck, and she'd watched him masturbate. The image of his cum launching from his thick black dick still made her heart jump into her mouth.

Except that she still wasn't sure if it had been just her imagination...

She glanced at Jameraka out of the corner of her eye as they travelled along the grassy path. No, this wasn't a feeling of being with a close friend. You didn't walk with your best friend with your tits on display. The feelings she was experiencing were definitely sexual.

Josef had glared at her when she'd agreed to go with Jameraka. That was silly. What did he want her to do, insist on bathing with the rest of the tribe? That was just plain daft.

Her gaze drifted down to Jameraka's loincloth. Even if she had been imaging things in the hut, she'd seen him at the river yesterday. All of him. The image had rarely left her mind.

Was that why she'd agreed to go with Jameraka to the river? An opportunity to be alone with him? She wanted to ask him about last night but didn't know how to approach the subject, especially if her mind had been playing tricks. What kind of message would that send out?

They were out of sight of the village now. Their hips occasionally bumped as the path narrowed and each touch gave her goosebumps. He could do anything he wanted to her out here and she couldn't do a thing to stop him.

But no sooner had the deliciously self-indulgent thought begun to develop in her head than the foliage suddenly disappeared and they had walked out into a clearing.

The sight that confronted them was stunning, simply stunning. A small, circular pool of clear blue water and behind it a small but spectacular waterfall. Water cascaded in waves onto the rocks underneath. Perfect! It was practical as well as beautiful. She could shower as well as bathe!

She turned towards Jameraka, her eyes wide like a little girl who'd just opened a wonderful Christmas present. But even as she opened her mouth to speak, she froze. He had removed his loincloth and was standing naked infront of her.

Before she could stop herself, her gaze had covered every inch of his hard, muscular body. Especially the circumcised black monster that hung between his thighs!

Even flaccid, it was humungous.

"We wash together," he told her, when her eyes eventually dragged themselves upwards to meet his dark gaze.

Michelle hesitated and pushed her long blonde hair over one shoulder as she tried to compose herself. Hadn't he told Josef that this location was restricted to women?

"We wash," he repeated, taking the soap and stepping into the clear water. "Come."

Her trembling hands went to her loincloth and it dropped to her feet as she released it, leaving her dressed in just a skimpy black thong. ******* was pounding through her veins at the thought of displaying her nakedness to him again. Could he see the blush that had formed around her neck?

Her natural modesty saw her turn away from him as she pulled the thong down her legs and followed him into the water.

She couldn't trust herself to look at him. Not when he was naked. If he was soaping himself, he'd be hard now.

"That ******* in the coconut shell," she said, over her shoulder, trying to find some sort of conversation to defuse the sexual tension. "What is it?"

"We call it kekpa," his deep voice answered. "It has special qualities."

"Special qualities?"

"It brings about a feeling of well-being, Missy. You had a long journey here and needed to relax your body and mind. Kekpa does that."

He close moved behind her as he spoke. Gawd, she could actually feel his cock against her asscheeks.

"It is Jameraka's duty to look after Missy," he told her, as he placed his large hands on her shoulders.

He turned her around to face him as he spoke. His eyes found hers and held them as he took the soap and rubbed it on her arms and then across her stomach.

"Jameraka is responsible for helping Missy feel at ease. You like, yes?"

His caressing touch felt wonderful, but she knew this was a step too far. She told herself to stop him here and now, but instead, she found herself nodding.

For such a huge man he was unbelievably gentle. His hands caressed the soap suds across her shoulders, her neck, and then down onto the top of her cleavage. When they found her breasts, she closed her eyes more tightly. If she couldn't see him, this couldn't be happening.

"Last night when you fuck your husband," he continued, "you think about Jameraka..."

Her mouth opened to protest. He shouldn't be talking to her like this. But all that came out was a moan. He was openly kneading her tits now. When his thumbs flicked over her hard nipples, another throaty moan escaped her lips.

"So I came to you," he added. "I watched you fuck your husband, but know you think about fucking Jameraka..."

He took her right hand in his and placed it on his hard cock.

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He was so thick that Michelle couldn't wrap her fingers around the whole of his girth. She tried. The feeling of him, warm and rock hard in her palm, was intoxicating.

And the contrast in colour between her white hand and his magnificent black cock was exhilarating.

She shouldn't be doing this—she was Josef's girlfriend and they were here on holiday together—but despite the warning messages her brain was firing out, she found herself slowly stroking up and down his enormous length.

For a while she simply lost herself to the sensation of his throbbing manhood under her stroking fingers. She used her left hand to cup his large testicles, testing the feel of each of them in the palm of her hand. His low growls were a real turn-on, as was the way he eventually began to move his hips back and forward in time with her movements.

She was getting to him...

One of his large hands went to her blonde hair. As soon as she felt the slight downward press, she knew what he had in mind. She wanted it, too. The pressure increased, his hand pushing her head downwards. Gently, but insistently.

She went with it, sinking to her knees in the water. His male scent, mixed in with the sound of his heavier breathing, was intoxicating. So was the long thick cock that rose majestically from his black curls, demanding worship.

It no longer mattered that this was wrong. She needed him like a *******.

Her fingers shook with excitement as she stretched them as far around his girth as they would go. Then her mouth went to work. The first, tangy, salty taste fuelled her need.

She provocatively licked her lips, savouring the manly flavour, and then her tongue swept away the first leakage of precum. She swallowed it deep into the back of her throat. The taste was infectious. Her tongue returned to the massive head, licking around the crown in an effort to tease more from him.

For a few minutes she lost herself. Her mouth practised everything that Josef enjoyed, but with more emphasis on the things that made this man moan for her.

She'd always loved sucking cock, but had never been quite as aroused as this.

"You suck like a black woman," he praised her.

Gripping her hair more tightly, he began to push back and forward with his hips, fucking her mouth.

Michelle gagged for a second, but quickly adjusted. One hand went around his body and gripped his tight ass. Every muscle was hard. The other clung on to the base of his cock. Her wet lips jammed down on half of his black shaft again. That was all she could fit into her mouth, but she wanted more. Could she possibly fit even a little into her throat?

Growling, her lips formed a tight seal around the thick ebony shaft. His fingers were clawing at her hair. His hips pumped back and forward a little faster. His grip in her hair tightened.

Michelle let out a gagging noise but took him as far inside her mouth as she could. Saliva dripped from her greedy lips as she bobbed her head back and forward. He was close, she could feel it, and she wanted his cum.

When his black hips started that familiar shudder, she felt her own orgasm ripple through her. She hadn't even needed to touch herself; just the thought that this black man's seed would soon be hers had set off the fireworks inside her.

She replaced her hand on the base of his thick cock and gripped his asscheeks more tightly. All her concentration was needed on what was about to happen in her mouth.

His first explosion splashed against the back of her throat, and his second burst hit the same spot. So did the third and the fourth. Fuck, he had so much cum in his heavy balls that she couldn't take it all. The thick seed was actually dripping from her lips onto her tits.

Her hand continued to pump his thick shaft as she swallowed as much as she could—an ******* at feeding time.

She took what was hers until eventually even this black Adonis had had enough. He gingerly pulled his diminishing manhood from between her still sucking lips and pulled her to her feet, staring deeply into her eyes.

"You belong to the tribe now..."
Michelle felt a shiver pass through her as she thought back to her afternoon encounter with Jameraka. She could still feel the black guide's thick cock in her mouth. The salty aftertaste of his cum lingered and she found herself licking her lips again.

She had never cheated in any relationship before, and yet if she had a regret it was that he hadn't fucked her.

How bad was that?

Her throat tightened and she fought back the knot.

She had fucked Josef as soon as she had returned to her hut. He'd still been peeved that she'd gone to the river with Jameraka, although he had no idea of what had happened there. How could he? Before he could start to question her, she had pushed him flat on the makeshift bed and had him inside her almost before he could react.

She'd been like a wild woman, driven on by the need burning inside her body. But it hadn't been her husband she'd thought about as they'd fucked. It had been that hard, muscular black body. It was difficult to keep her mind off Jameraka and his humongous black cock.

What was wrong with her?

She'd taken Josef again, half an hour later, once he'd recovered. And yet she had still needed more.

She had hurried back down to the river to bathe again in readiness the feast that the Chief was providing tonight. But in reality she had been hoping to find Jameraka there again. Disappointingly, he hadn't been there and she'd had to masturbate under the waterfall.

Perhaps it was just as well that she hadn't found him. She would have given herself completely to him this time.

Yet ... his words still troubled her. You belong to the tribe now. What did that mean?

She and Josef would be leaving as soon as the roads were passable, perhaps even tomorrow. What had happened on the safari would only be memories when they returned home... sexy memories, perhaps, but memories all the same.

Her mind had gone into overdrive as she'd thought back over their short time in the village and she'd begun to masturbate again as the recollections grew ever more vivid.

Her sexual fantasies had been awakened when she'd found Jameraka openly masturbating in front of her while she was fucking Josef in their hut. Then there had been the transfixed way she had openly soaped her tits infront of the men of the tribe while bathing. Next had been the Chief's insistence that they dress the same as all the tribe members. Despite her initial reluctance, she had soon discovered that cavorting topless around the village while the tribesmen watched her was immensely stimulating

And then she had given Jameraka a blow job in the river...

The heat inside her body grew even further. Her breath quickened. Gawd, she so needed to be fucked! She'd hurried back to the hut, ready to pounce on Mark again, when Jameraka had called for them.

It was time for the feast.

She'd sent him an embarrassed glance when they'd left the hut and when he returned her gaze she'd felt her nipples instantly harden. The knowing look he gave her—the look one lover gave another—made her pussy tingle.

But they weren't lovers. Not quite. Not yet.

 

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The silence was deafening as Jameraka escorted them across the village. The darkness that was closing in made the small fires spread around them look even more spectacular.

Michelle found it difficult to place one foot in front of the other. The sexual tension inside her body was tearing her apart. It was as if, by crossing the line with the black guide, a need had been awoken in her that would remain until it was fully satisfied.

It was a dangerous need.

Was that why she had deliberately gone without her thong, she asked herself. She had almost—but not quite—convinced herself the sole reason was that it was such a warm night. Whatever the truth, her state of semi-nakedness felt exhilarating. Her nipples were hard, her sex was moist, and she was ready for any eventuality.

It took a couple of minutes to reach the large space outside the Chief's hut. A small table had been erected in the middle of the space and there were perhaps a dozen seats in total. Those on either end were already occupied, as was the seat in the centre of the table.

The old Chief sat there patiently, as if he was waiting for them. His hair fell down onto his shoulders rather than the usual pony tail and his nose ring looked bigger than ever.

Jameraka murmured to them that Josef would sit on the Chief's right and Michelle would take the position on his immediate left and then whispered one final instruction to them.

"You must do exactly as Jameraka guides you tonight."

His firm tone brooked no discussion.

Michelle took her place on the left of the Chief, as instructed, and nervously watched as Josef positioned himself on the right. She waited for Jameraka's instruction to sit down. He had already told them that the feast was in their honour. The last thing she wanted to do was for either of them to fuck things up by making the wrong move at the wrong time.

Kara, the dark haired young girl they'd met yesterday suddenly appeared. Josef's eyes nearly popped out as his gaze was drawn to her stunning breasts. Who could blame him? They even made Michelle's mouth water.

Jameraka had told them she had been chosen to 'serve' the Chief when she had reached the age of eighteen. An image of the girl fucking the Chief appeared in Michelle's mind and she shivered in distaste. How could someone so young and beautiful fuck someone with such a repulsive pot belly?

The thought disappeared as quickly as it had arrived when Jameraka signalled with a single nod of his head that they should all take their seats.

The Chief nodded at Michelle and Josef in turn and then clapped his hands. When he had silence, he rose to his feet and began to address the table in his native tongue.

Jameraka leant into Michelle as he began to translate.

"The Chief welcomes you both and offers his gratitude to you for observing the tribe's customs."

She glanced at him, listening to the words but becoming more preoccupied with his closeness. Her eyes flickered to his loin cloth and what lay beneath. If she wasn't mistaken, he was aroused, too.

She sent a guilty glance towards her husband but he was too preoccupied with Kara's tits to pay too much attention to her, or the speech. And it seemed his interest was welcomed by the dark-haired beauty. If Michelle wasn't mistaken, she was batting her young eyelashes at him.

"He says that you have been sent to us by the Gods," Jameraka went on, drawing her attention back to the Chief. "He believes you will bring great fortune to the village."

"Why would Josef and I bring—"

Jameraka instantly cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"Not your man," he told her. "He means nothing to the Chief or the tribe. You are the favoured one."

He raised his coconut shell and drank the contents in one long gulp.

"To Missy," he told her, nodding at her *******.

Michelle hesitantly followed his lead, draining the contents in three short gulps. Instantly, Jameraka refilled the shell from the large stone pitcher beside them.

The Chief pointed at her now, raising his voice a little to make whatever point he was making, and then sat down. The speech, such as it was, was at an end.

"He says that tonight he will bless you," Jameraka went on, and then explained. "It is the traditional way of welcoming a new woman into the tribe."

Michelle stared at him, wide-eyed. Into the tribe? What did he mean, Into the tribe?

"I don't understand," she whispered. "I'm only here for another day or so."

Jameraka smiled at her but said nothing.

"What do you mean, bless me?" she tried again.

"Tell me this," he asked, "You and Jameraka at the river. You like Jameraka's va-va?"

She felt herself instantly colour and took another long *******. Jameraka instantly refilled the shell.

"Va-va?" she managed to ask, playing dumb. She already knew the answer.

In response, he took her hand in his and pulled it below the table. She could feel the outline of his long thickness underneath the material as he rested it on his loin cloth. A surge of heat invaded her body.

"Va-va," he emphasised. "Missy like va-va."

To emphasise the point, he pulled her hand beneath his loin cloth. His monster was hard and warm under her gripping fingers and she could feel him growing in her palm. She glanced around to make sure that no-one else could see but everyone seemed preoccupied. When he removed his hand, she kept hers in place, gripping him more tightly. It was throbbing under her stroking fingers.

Yes, she liked va-va. She loved va-va.

Had they been alone, she would have dipped her head and taken his thickness into her mouth again. With a wary glance at Josef, she promised herself that she'd get Jameraka alone after the meal. That pleasure would be all hers then...

The sudden sound of drums made her jump and she pulled her hand away in fear of being discovered. She needn't have worried. It was the signal for half a dozen young women and men to bring plates of food to the table. It appeared to be rice on each plate but she didn't dare ask.

Once they were all served, the three men and three women nodded to the Chief and then began to dance in front of the table to the beat of the music. This wasn't any ordinary dance. It was more like a mating ceremony, Michelle thought.

The women's breasts bounced as they gyrated to the beat and she could clearly see the men's dicks swinging back and forward under their loin cloths. She glanced at Jameraka and he smiled knowingly at her.

"Eat," he reassuringly told her. "*******. Enjoy the dancing. Everything is arranged in your honour tonight, Missy..."

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An hour into the evening and Michelle's body was palpitating with need. Arousal was seeping through her veins.

The dancing had become more sexual as the beat of the drums had increased. Loincloths had soon disappeared and the dancers had entwined so closely together that they might as well have been fucking. That was probably what they had done as soon as their performance had finished. All of the men were sporting erections when they eventually left the scene and the women's perspiration covered bodies were alive with need.

Lucky bastards...

She glanced at Jameraka again and wondered if she dare reach under the table for his cock again. Dammit, she'd had far too much of that kekpa to ******* and it just seemed to make her hornier. Before she returned to her hut with Josef, she would find an opportunity to be alone with him again.

The thought of taking that humungous black dick in her mouth again was mouth watering. How many more chances would she have before leaving the village? And she'd make it up to Josef by fucking his brains out all night.

She glanced at her husband across the table. His hands were continually touching Kara's young body as he chatted to her with all the enthusiasm of a ******* on the pull. He was so far gone he'd forgotten she couldn't speak a word of English. That was so typical of him. He never could hold his alcohol.

She was just hoping that he wasn't going to make a fool of himself when he suddenly keeled over and fell from his seat.

She half rose to attend to him, but Jameraka tugged her back into her seat and quickly made his way across to him. Their black guide checked his pulse, exchanged a couple of words with Kara, and then turned and spoke to the Chief.

"Your husband has *******," he told Michelle as he returned to her. "He has ******* too much and needs sleep. I will carry him back to your hut."

"I'll come with you," she quickly told him.

This could be exactly the opportunity she was looking for. With Josef *******, she and Jameraka could—

"No," he harshly interrupted her. "To leave without the Chief's blessing would be an insult."

He waved across to Kara, who came hurrying over to them.

"Kara will help prepare you," he explained. "Then she will return you to your hut. Do you understand?"

Michelle bit back her response. Jameraka's dark eyes were glaring at her and his tone left no room for argument. Reluctantly, she nodded. If the blessing, whatever it was, was over with quickly then she still had the chance to see Jameraka afterwards.

She watched as Jameraka strode across to Josef and threw him over his shoulder as easily as if he had been a bag of feathers. When he headed in the direction of Michelle's hut, Kara took her hand and pulled her to her feet.

Until that moment, she hadn't realised just how much her own ******* had affected her. Her head felt woozy and her legs were weak. Kara snaked an arm around her waist to steady her as the she guided them to the Chief's hut.

It didn't even occur to Michelle to ask what she was doing there. Her head was so fuzzy that just sitting down was a relief. The hut was bigger than hers, with a much larger bed, a couple of makeshift chairs, and a few coconut cups and two stone jugs on top of the small wooden table in the corner.

Kara stood in front of her for a moment, watching her closely. Up close, she was even more attractive. She was built like a tigress, with a tight, fit body and breasts that Michelle would die for. She found herself staring at the girl's firm ass as she turned away and poured some ******* from one of the jugs into a shell.

Bringing it back to the bed, she knelt infront of Michelle.

"Kekpa," she said.

Her voice was warm and soft. It was the first time that Michelle had heard her speak.

She was just about to explain that she couldn't face any more ******* when Kara surprised her by dipping two fingers into the shell. Without warning, she reached out and began to smear the liquid across Michelle's right nipple and then her left.

Michelle closed her eyes and bit down on her lower lip to contain herself. The touch was intimate, but she was rapidly learning that what seemed strange to her was perfectly normal in the village. Besides, if she objected, it could be seen as an insult to the Chief. Not that she wanted to object.

Her nipples had already begun to tingle and were crying out for more obvious attention. If Kara had leaned closer and begun to suck on them, she wouldn't have pulled away...

The young woman used the same two fingers to dip into the kekpa again but this time when she withdrew them from the shell, she slid them between Michelle's spread-eagled thighs.

Michelle gasped.

It was as if a thousand volts of electricity were being pumped through her. As Kara began to coat her labial lips, she fell back helplessly onto her elbows as felt a powerful wave of pleasure consume her. In the furthest part of her mind she was aware that the situation had quickly developed beyond the bounds of acceptability, but the instantaneous orgasm bubbling inside her wasn't going to be denied.

When the girl's pleasuring fingers found her clitoris there was no holding back.

Her climax spread through her body like a wildfire in a forest and she realised that the screams of pleasure in her ears where her own. The first orgasm turned into a second, and the whole of her body was shuddering.

It was only when she eventually began to recover, and clarity started to return, that she realised they were no longer alone.

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The pot-bellied Chief stood in the doorway, watching the two women with a satisfied smirk as Michelle climaxed in front of him.

The shock was every bit as much as the time she'd discovered Jameraka watching her while she was fucking Josef. An upsurge of embarrassment covered her body and she glanced around in a vain attempt to find something to cover herself.

Kara smiled at her reassuringly as she rose to her feet. She deferentially approached the old Chief and unfastened the clasp that held his loincloth in place.

When it dropped to the ground, Michelle felt her body react. This man was old, unattractive, and had no virtues to recommend him other than being Chief of the tribe. Except for his cock...

It was every bit as big as Jameraka's.

Kara reached for the shell and poured some of the kekpa she had used on Michelle over his manhood. When she began to rub it in with both hands, it rose majestically like a giant tower. Michelle's breath caught in her throat. Despite all his other unattractive physical attributes, his cock was magnificent.

It was at that moment that realisation suddenly dawned. It took a moment for her to process the thought in her mind but once she had, it became clearer. This was what Jameraka had meant by the Chief blessing her.

He was going to fuck her...

She couldn't let him, of course, but even as she began to shake her head, there was no denying the sexual heat that was unexpectedly emanating from between her thighs.

The Chief strutted across the hut towards her, his glistening manhood bouncing infront of him underneath that huge stomach. When he reached the bed, he simply grabbed her ankles and pulled her so that she fell backwards.

It was apparent that he didn't believe in foreplay. Not that it mattered. Michelle was so wet she was practically dripping.

She should have resisted. She should have called out for Josef, not that it would have done her any good in the state he was in. But at least it would have been some attempt to salvage her self-respect. She should have attempted to push the Chief away as he mounted her. But not only did she make no effort to resist, she found herself raising her hips to provide a better angle as he pushed that huge black dick against her opening.

Her hands found his hips and pulled him to her. Despite his size, his monster slid inside her with an amazing ease.

Her rational brain, what was left of it, attempted to return her to reality but every logical thought was swept away by the needs of her body. Her pussy was on fire and she needed his huge black cock—any black cock—to help put out the flames.

She hooked her legs around his plump black body. When she dug the soles of her feet into the top of his ass, it ****** the old Chief's rock hard cock even more deeply inside her.

He hadn't even started to fuck her, and yet it was her hips that were already rising and falling. She was growling out her need as she thrust upwards, fucking him, while the wily old Chief simply held himself in position, staring down into her eyes, letting her use his cock as her masturbatory tool.

She came twice—screaming out her orgasms—before he started to move inside her. The friction was unbelievable. It felt as if he was going to split her apart.

He took her slowly at first, letting her get used to his size and girth, and when she adjusted it was hear her voice she could hear, begging him to fuck her faster. When he obliged, she found herself screaming again. He might be old and ridiculous looking, with that pot-belly, nose-ring and pony tail, but was hitting places deep inside her that Josef never touched.

He had the stamina of an ox, too. How long had he been fucking her? She was whimpering with every deep thrust. She'd cum again—how many times?—before the Chief eventually succumbed to the inevitable and reached his climax.

When he came, the feeling of his seed spurting inside her caused another orgasm to run through her body. Thank God she couldn't have children.

His cock left her and when she lay back exhausted, there was an awful feeling of emptiness inside her pussy.

Someone was feeding her a *******, more kekpa, and as she ****** her narrowed eyes open she realised it was Kara. Her eyes widened at the thought that the younger woman had remained in the hut to watch her being fucked.
Then Kara was pouring more of the kekpa onto the Chief's spent manhood. Almost miraculously, as she rubbed it in, he grew back into full erection in front of Michelle's hazy eyes.

As he turned back to the bed again, his eyes ran appreciatively across her naked white body. This time he flipped her onto her stomach as easily as turning chicken on the barbeque. Arousal flared inside her. She needed to be filled again. When he settled behind her, she pushed her ass upwards so that he could ram his black meat back inside her.

This time she made no pretence of trying to hold back her screams as he pounded her. One hand was in her blonde hair, yanking her head back. The other was on her hip, holding her steady.

She had never been fucked as fully, as completely, as deeply or as continuously as this old man fucked her. Josef didn't even get near making her cum like this. Despite the ache in her limbs, the sweat covering her body, she gave almost as good as she got, pumping back hard in response to every hard thrust.

The night wore on and there was no end to the wonderful pounding. Each time he eventually orgasmed, Kara smeared more kekpa on his cock and he fucked her again.

By the time light started to filter into the hut, it felt like he had taken her in every position she knew and a couple she had never even dreamed off. She could remember being on top of him at one point—arms out wide like the wings of a plane as she'd undulated on his beautifully hard cock like a lap dancer—but after that the images were fuzzy in her head.

And she'd long ago lost count of the orgasms he'd given her...

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Michelle had no clear recollection of how she had gotback to her hut. Perhaps Kara had helped her there? Yes, that would account forthe strange dreams she had experienced.

She had dreamt that a young woman—Kara?—had been between her legs, slowlylapping at her sensitive clit. Her small hands had stretched upwards to cup herbreasts as her tongue had worked its magic. Michelle's hips had been moving inthe dream, trying to pump upwards, but the mouth on her pussy was gentlyshushing her before going back to work again.

Josef had been in the dream, too, but he had been lying beside her, fastasleep. She had never had a wet dream that intense before. It felt so real...

The girl had made her cum, too, making her scream out her orgasm. Then theyoung body had moved, sliding upwards, her hard nipples scraping alongMichelle's skin and her glistening pussy lips leaving a moist trail along herwhite flesh.

She could almost taste the musky aroma filling her nostrils as the girl hadlowered herself onto her face. Then, as the girl began to rub her wet sexacross her mouth, she could taste it.

Her hand slithered between her legs again as she glanced around the empty hut.Wet dream or not, she had other problems to contend with. There was no doubtabout what had happened to her in the Chief's hut last night. He hadcontinuously taken and used her and she had responded like a slut. His slut.He'd fucked her so thoroughly that even thinking about it made her horny again.

Her sex was sore, but it was that delicious soreness that followed a goodnight's sex. A good night's sex?

The implications hit her like a sledgehammer.

She had wondered what it would be like to have sex with a black man and now sheknew. Would it be even better with Jameraka? Yes, she knew it would. And to hershame, she couldn't wait for that experience.

For a moment she considered getting herself off again, but what if Josefsuddenly returned to the hut? It must have been around midday, judging by theway the powerful sun was streaming in. Where was her husband? Had he gone for awalk to clear his head? That brought another thought.

In some ways last night had been his fault, there was no doubt about that. Ifhe hadn't ******* so much and *******, she wouldn't have been left with theChief.

She stretched on the bed and attempted to put her thoughts into some order. Shefelt some guilt, yes, but it wasn't consuming her the way it should have done.What girl would feel guilty after such an intense fucking?

If the roads were passable, there was a good chance they would be leaving thevillage today. They would start that long convoluted walk back to theirabandoned vehicle and then drive to their hotel. Within a couple of days,they'd be home again. Back to normality. Everything that had happened would beher secret, one she would keep forever.

So why shouldn't she indulge herself during the rest of her stay. Women sheknew raved about big black cock. Now she knew why. This opportunity would neverrepeat itself.

Maybe she could also persuade the Chief to fuck her again? It would be herfarewell gift to him. And to herself.

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She eventually headed out of the hut and down towards the river. A long bathemight soothe her aching body. There was still no sight of Josef, or Jamerakafor that matter. Something didn't feel right, but she couldn't put her fingeron what it was.

Besides, she had other things on her mind.

As she sauntered through the village to the river, it felt like every man waslooking at her, admiring her near-naked white body. Without exception, they allstopped what they were doing to openly stare at her.

They mumbled between themselves in huddled whispers and even though shecouldn't understand a word of their language, it was clear they were talkingabout her. Was it possible that they knew what had happened last night?

She flicked her blonde hair over her right shoulder.

So what if they knew that the Chief had 'blessed' her? That she was now hiswhite whore? It just made her all the more desirable. She stood a little tallerand arched her body as she walked. Her breasts bounced with every step she tookalong the uneven path. Look at me, she silently cried out. Want me...

She made a point of occasionally running a hand through her hair as she walked,sometimes pausing to adjust her footwear or pretending to brush something fromher thigh.

Every man there wanted her, and possibly some of the women too, so why nottease them? She was the Chief's woman now.

It suddenly occurred to her that some of them might follow her to the river.That thought sparked off a further dose of arousal. What if they came to theriver while she bathed? Wanked as they watched her? What if they tried to takeadvantage of her? One after another?

She was dripping wet when she finally reached the river.

The new location Jameraka had shown her was as stunning as it was private. Shewalked deeper into the beautifully clear water, making her way to thewaterfall. The water felt uplifting as it cascaded down over her needy body.

A movement in the bushes on the left side of the riverbank caught her eye asshe smoothed her wet hair over her scalp. She was careful not to be seen tolook in that direction, but surreptitiously glanced over out of the corner ofher eye. Yes, the movement was definitely there. She was being watched

Her heart skipped a beat as the plan formed in her mind. Whoever it was, whynot give them a show?

Could she? Dare she?

She swung her body around to face the bushes and tilted her head to the side,as if she was blissfully unaware of anything other than her surroundings. Aftera few moments, she slid her right hand along her stomach, down into thejuncture between her legs. When her fingers brushed across her swollen clit,the sudden jolt of pleasure almost knocked her off her feet.

Whoever it was—she hoped it was more than one—would be stroking their dicks bynow, just as Jameraka had that first night in the doorway to her hut...

She narrowed her eyes as she rubbed herself, her mind blissfully empty but forthe sensations of her pleasuring fingers and the knowledge she was beingobserved. She wished they would come out into the open so that she could seehow big their black cocks were.

If they approached her, she told herself, she'd find it impossible to containherself. She'd have to let them fuck her. Maybe they'd gang bang her? Take heragainst her will, time and time again. She'd be helpless, after all.

That breathtaking thought was instantly too much. She arched her back as shecame, breasts out, nipples hard, rolling her head to one side as she cried outinto the empty air.

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Josef was still missing when she returned to the village. So, disappointingly,were most of the men she had passed on her way down to the river. She hadwanted them to look at her again, wanted them to desire her.

Perhaps the hidden voyeurs were spreading the message, telling others they hadseen her masturbating...

That wicked thought sent another shiver through her body. What was wrong withher? It was as if her personality had changed. She had turned into a bitch inpermanent heat, with an overwhelming craving for black cock.

No sooner had she returned to her hut than she began to masturbate again.Almost instantly, the skimpy fabric covering the door parted and Jameraka'shuge frame stepped inside the hut. She pulled her hand from between her thighs,but not quickly enough for her to disguise what she'd been doing.

The smile that appeared on his face coincided with the blush that instantlyspread across her body.

"It is nearly time," he told her.

"Time for what?"

"For you to be welcomed into the tribe."

She stared up at him, her embarrassment fading as she tried to make sense ofhis words. He was talking in riddles again.

"Welcomed? I don't understand, Jmaeraka. What do you mean? Where'sJosef?"

He paused for a moment while he considered the question. It was as if he wasconsidering whether to tell her the truth.

"I took your husband back to the vehicle we abandoned," he eventuallytold her. "He will be back at your hotel now."

Disbelief creased her face. No, that wasn't possible. Josef wouldn't have gonewithout her. No matter what, he wouldn't have abandoned her here. That made nosense.

"I tell him he must make the journey himself first," Jameraka added."It was necessary for him to make sure the roads are passable andsafe."

Michelle slowly assimilated the information. That made sense. Then anotherthought occurred to her. That meant she would be here the rest of the day byherself. Maybe even tonight?

She glanced at Jameraka again. His toned body made her feel weak at the knees.So did his rich black skin. And his rippling muscles. He really was animpressive physical specimen.

Jameraka read her expression and smiled again. He approached her and cupped herchin, tilting her head upwards so that he could stare directly into her eyes.

"But you no want your husband," he told her, releasing his loin clothas he spoke. "Jameraka knows what you need."

She gasped. Naked, he looked magnificent.

When he reached out to take her hand and pull it to his black shaft, heinstantly began to grow in her palm.

A fiery wetness formed between her thighs and her grip tightened as if she wasnever going to let him go. Her dreamy eyes looked up into his and then backdown at the monster that rose majestically from his thick black curls.

She ran the fingers of one hand ran up and down the enormous shaft and cuppedhis large, hairy, testicles with the other. He was fully erect now and began tomove his hips back and forward in time with her jerking movements.

Then his large hand found her blonde hair...

When he pulled her head forward, she didn't resist. How could she refuse themeaty offering in front of her? It was everything that she wanted. She lookedinto his encouraging eyes and he nodded. Her mouth opened instantly and sheprovocatively licked her lips. His male scent was intoxicating.

Her fingers shook with excitement as she stretched them as far around his thickgirth as they would go.

Then her mouth went to work.

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What was happening?

Jameraka had still been semi hard—despite cumming in her mouth—and when he'dpushed her flat on the bed, she'd known her illicit fantasy was about to berealised. He was going to fuck her. But then ... the sudden sound of drums hadbrought their encounter to an abrupt halt.

He had immediately hurried her back at the scene of last night's dinner. Exceptthat there was no table, only a chair set in the middle of the clearing. It wasoccupied by the Chief. Around them, it seemed as if the entire male populationof the tribe was present. All looking at her, all waiting...

"Listen to me, Missy," Jameraka quickly told her when he sensed hernervousness. "This is your initiation into the tribe. You must do as Itell you without question. Start by walking around the Chief three times, andthen face him and bow. Do it now."

Michelle stared at him for a few seconds. She was trying to understandeverything he had told her but right now it was so difficult to take it all in.But she understood enough to realise that she needed to do as she was told.

Besides, the chances were that Josef would be back for her today and the soonershe got this over with, the quicker she and Jameraka could return to her hut.

Her need for him was overwhelming.

The Chief nodded in satisfaction as she completed her task. His gaze flickeredacross her tits and she suspected from the expression on his face he wasthinking about last night. It occurred to her that maybe he was going to fuckher again? A bolt of excitement shot through her.

And then she could let Jameraka fuck her afterwards...

"Kneel down and face the Chief," the muscular guide told her, as hereturned to her side. "Rest your hands on his thighs."

Even as she hesitated, his hand was on her neck, pushing her down. Oh fuck, shewas going to be told to give the old Chief a blow job, in front of the malemembers of the tribe.

The idea sent a wave of arousal shuddering through her.

On her knees, she glanced up into the Chief's eyes. His face was impassive. Butwhen she lowered her gaze again, she could see that his cock was growing underhis loin cloth. She wondered how he would react if she simply pulled thecovering away and took him in her mouth.

But she knew that tribal respect dictated that she had to wait. With luck, hiscock would be hers again soon enough.

She felt the cool air hit her exposed asscheeks as Jameraka pulled her own loincloth up to her waist. Oh my Gawd. She'd gone without her panties again and,bent forward in such an provocative position, every male member of the tribewould be able to see her nakedness.

She could feel herself practically dripping with need.

The beating drums increased in tempo. Out of the corner of her eye, she couldsee the men of the tribe forming a line to the left of the Chief. Jameraka'ssoothing voice whispered in her ear.

"Don't be afraid. And don't move."

The first man had already taken his place behind her. He lifted his loinclothas he crouched. When he ran his cock underneath her and along the wet furrow ofher exposed sex, she whimpered.

He was erect, as excited by the moment as she was?

The Chief's cock twitched under the loin cloth and her thoughts returned to theblow job she'd given Jameraka.

Her sucking lips had devoured the first leakage of precum, swallowing it deepinto the back of her throat. Then her tongue had returned to the big, purplehead. She had licked all around the crown in an effort to tease more from him.

She must have been getting to him because he had gripped her hair more tightlyand begun to fuck her mouth. She'd gagged for a second, but quickly adjusted.

One hand had gone to his chest so she could stroke his shiny, ebony flesh.Every muscle had been hard. Her fingers had run to his nipples, tweaking eachof them in turn. Her other hand had held him tight. Her mouth had jammed downagain. She wanted his cum again and she wasn't going to be denied.

When he had eventually fired—one burst after another hitting the back of herthroat—she'd taken every last drop until eventually even this black stud hadhad enough.

She had been like an ******* at feeding time...

Each member of the tribe had been hard as they'd caressed the underside of herdripping labia with their cocks. A couple had been bolder, pushing the head oftheir cocks inside her before pulling away. She'd wanted to take them all theway inside, ler every single one of them fuck her.

Instead, she crouched there obediently, biting down so hard on her lower lipthat she'd drawn *******. Only the noise of the drums drowned out her continuousmoans. The Chief could hear her though. He was rock hard now.

Please let him fuck me again, she silently pleaded as she glanced up into hiswrinkled face.

But when the drums suddenly silenced and the exquisite ******* was over, hesimply rose and returned to his hut without even a backward glance. Karafollowed him and sent her a knowing look. One that said it was her turn to fuckhim this time.

Jameraka replaced the loin cloth over her ass and helped her gently to herfeet.

"Can you walk?" he asked.

She shook her head. Her body was shaking so much that it took a huge effortsimply to stand.

He nodded his understanding. Picking her up in his strong arms, he strode awayfrom the clearing. Only this time, it was his hut he took her too, not the oneshe shared with Josef.

He laid her on the bed and stripped off her loin cloth. The back of hisfingertips caressed across her white skin before he removed his own covering.Like a tower, his humungous black cock pointed proudly skywards.

"Tell Jameraka what you want," he told her, crawling over her bodybut holding himself there.

She hiked her left leg up, wrapping it around his broad back as she franticallyreached for his hard cock.

"Fuck me," she desperately gasped.

Spittle dripped from her lips in her excitement. It was about to happen. Atlast!

"Fuck me..." she repeated. Louder. More urgently.

His thick lips curled into a knowing smile. Then her mouth was all over his ashe thrust his cockhead into her wet opening.

He was so big that it took four pushes before he was deep inside her, pinningher slender body to the bed. Her hands went to his ass as her right leg joinedher left around his back.

"Fuck me," she repeated, her eyes filling up with her need."Fuck me..."

But for a moment, he held himself still.

"It is doubtful that your husband will find this village again," hetold her, staring down into her needy eyes. "Not in this jungle. But ifyou wish, you may leave now. I will help you return. But if you stay, you becomeJameraka's woman. Make choice now. No turning back. Husband or Jameraka?"

Michelle returned his gaze. In an instant, the fog that had clouded her mindevaporated and reality returned. He was asking her to forego her normal life,her family and friends, her home. The decision was impossible.

Or it should have been...

But even as he waited for her reply, he had started to move inside her. Agentle, almost imperceptible movement, but the friction was there all the same.She moaned out loud.

Yes, she could return home, but if she did, she'd never feel like this again.If she stayed, this black Adonis was hers whenever she wanted him. He would beavailable, every day and every night. And maybe the Chief would want to takeadvantage of her again, even if a little persuasion might be required.

She tightened her legs around his back and dug her heels into his ass, forcinghim even deeper.

"I choose this," she gasped, humping upwards on his humungous blackcock.

It was going to be a long night.

 

[harry ecsbury]

Brilliant!!!

 

[Mike1950]

Absolutely my kind of story, brilliant,