Lust in the Jungle - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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.

---

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 drink.

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 drink. 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. "Drink. Enjoy the dancing. Everything is arranged in your honour tonight, Missy..."

---

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 drink 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 drunk 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 passed out," he told Michelle as he returned to her. "He has drunk 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 passed out, 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 drink 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 drink 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 drink 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.

---

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 forced 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 drink, more kekpa, and as she forced 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...

---

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

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

Josef had been in the dream, too, but he had been lying beside her, fast asleep. 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 the young body had moved, sliding upwards, her hard nipples scraping along Michelle's skin and her glistening pussy lips leaving a moist trail along her white flesh.

She could almost taste the musky aroma filling her nostrils as the girl had lowered herself onto her face. Then, as the girl began to rub her wet sex across 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 doubt about what had happened to her in the Chief's hut last night. He had continuously 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 good night'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 she knew. Would it be even better with Jameraka? Yes, she knew it would. And to her shame, she couldn't wait for that experience.

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

In some ways last night had been his fault, there was no doubt about that. If he hadn't drunk so much and passed out, she wouldn't have been left with the Chief.

She stretched on the bed and attempted to put her thoughts into some order. She felt 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 the village today. They would start that long convoluted walk back to their abandoned 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 be her secret, one she would keep forever.

So why shouldn't she indulge herself during the rest of her stay. Women she knew raved about big black cock. Now she knew why. This opportunity would never repeat itself.

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

---

She eventually headed out of the hut and down towards the river. A long bathe might soothe her aching body. There was still no sight of Josef, or Jameraka for that matter. Something didn't feel right, but she couldn't put her finger on 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 was looking at her, admiring her near-naked white body. Without exception, they all stopped what they were doing to openly stare at her.

They mumbled between themselves in huddled whispers and even though she couldn't understand a word of their language, it was clear they were talking about 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 his white whore? It just made her all the more desirable. She stood a little taller and arched her body as she walked. Her breasts bounced with every step she took along 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 from her thigh.

Every man there wanted her, and possibly some of the women too, so why not tease 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 the river while she bathed? Wanked as they watched her? What if they tried to take advantage 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. She walked deeper into the beautifully clear water, making her way to the waterfall. 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 as she smoothed her wet hair over her scalp. She was careful not to be seen to look in that direction, but surreptitiously glanced over out of the corner of her 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, why not 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. After a few moments, she slid her right hand along her stomach, down into the juncture 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 by now, 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 for the sensations of her pleasuring fingers and the knowledge she was being observed. She wished they would come out into the open so that she could see how big their black cocks were.

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

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

---

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 had wanted them to look at her again, wanted them to desire her.

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

That wicked thought sent another shiver through her body. What was wrong with her? It was as if her personality had changed. She had turned into a bitch in permanent 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's huge 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 instantly spread 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 of his words. He was talking in riddles again.

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

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

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

Disbelief creased her face. No, that wasn't possible. Josef wouldn't have gone without her. No matter what, he wouldn't have abandoned her here. That made no sense.

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

Michelle slowly assimilated the information. That made sense. Then another thought occurred to her. That meant she would be here the rest of the day by herself. 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 an impressive physical specimen.

Jameraka read her expression and smiled again. He approached her and cupped her chin, 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 cloth as 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, he instantly began to grow in her palm.

A fiery wetness formed between her thighs and her grip tightened as if she was never going to let him go. Her dreamy eyes looked up into his and then back down 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 cupped his large, hairy, testicles with the other. He was fully erect now and began to move 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 the meaty offering in front of her? It was everything that she wanted. She looked into his encouraging eyes and he nodded. Her mouth opened instantly and she provocatively licked her lips. His male scent was intoxicating.

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

Then her mouth went to work.

---

What was happening?

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

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

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

Michelle stared at him for a few seconds. She was trying to understand everything 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 sooner she 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 flickered across her tits and she suspected from the expression on his face he was thinking about last night. It occurred to her that maybe he was going to fuck her 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 he returned to her side. "Rest your hands on his thighs."

Even as she hesitated, his hand was on her neck, pushing her down. Oh fuck, she was going to be told to give the old Chief a blow job, in front of the male members 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. But when she lowered her gaze again, she could see that his cock was growing under his loin cloth. She wondered how he would react if she simply pulled the covering away and took him in her mouth.

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

She felt the cool air hit her exposed asscheeks as Jameraka pulled her own loin cloth 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 tribe would 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 could see the men of the tribe forming a line to the left of the Chief. Jameraka's soothing 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 loincloth as he crouched. When he ran his cock underneath her and along the wet furrow of her 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 the blow job she'd given Jameraka.

Her sucking lips had devoured the first leakage of precum, swallowing it deep into the back of her throat. Then her tongue had returned to the big, purple head. 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 tightly and 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 each of them in turn. Her other hand had held him tight. Her mouth had jammed down again. 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 her throat - she'd taken every last drop until eventually even this black stud had had enough.

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

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

Instead, she crouched there obediently, biting down so hard on her lower lip that she'd drawn blood. Only the noise of the drums drowned out her continuous moans. 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 his wrinkled face.

But when the drums suddenly silenced and the exquisite torture was over, he simply rose and returned to his hut without even a backward glance. Kara followed him and sent her a knowing look. One that said it was her turn to fuck him this time.

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

"Can you walk?" he asked.

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

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

He laid her on the bed and stripped off her loin cloth. The back of his fingertips 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 body but holding himself there.

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

"Fuck me," she desperately gasped.

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

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

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

He was so big that it took four pushes before he was deep inside her, pinning her slender body to the bed. Her hands went to his ass as her right leg joined her 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," he told her, staring down into her needy eyes. "Not in this jungle. But if you wish, you may leave now. I will help you return. But if you stay, you become Jameraka's woman. Make choice now. No turning back. Husband or Jameraka?"

Michelle returned his gaze. In an instant, the fog that had clouded her mind evaporated 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. A gentle, 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 be available, every day and every night. And maybe the Chief would want to take advantage 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, forcing him even deeper.

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

It was going to be a long night.

THE END

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