Jungle Juice Part Two
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“This is not a good idea,” I mumbled to my husband for the tenth time in the last ten minutes.
“For the tenth fucking time, Beverly, I think our guide knows where he’s going,” Jack barked while swatting flies from his face.
The jungle was filled with pesky flies, big ones that stick to your skin until you swat them away. There were spiders and all sorts of ugly insects crawling around. The safari had been arranged to celebrate our wedding anniversary, but right now I wished we were anywhere other than in the middle of this sweltering jungle.
My clothes were completely soaked through. The sweat that dripped from my neck flowed like a river between my breasts. I had my buttons opened halfway down my blouse to get some relief.
Jack picked the worst time of the year to spend in southern Africa. The monsoon season was alive and well. The torrid rain flooded the uneven roads, leaving them impassable. Our guide had us abandon the jeep to walk us through the tropical jungle toward the small village that appeared eerily through the mist.
I had liked our guide, Jamir ever since we first met, and not only because of the ebony-colored muscles on constant display in those tight, sleeveless t-shirts. He spoke good English, and he had always been especially considerate towards me.
Jamir wasn’t completely innocent. I was sure that the ever-present bulge in his shorts had grown on a couple of occasions when I caught him surreptitiously eyeing my body. I was attracted to Jamir, and fascinated with his endowment. The mold of his cock was quite obvious inside his pant-leg. What woman wouldn’t be curious about what he kept hidden in those khaki shorts?
We walked for a long while, Jamir in front, me behind him, and my husband behind me. The air after the storm was stifling. My legs were hurting, and my feet were sore. I wasn’t used to walking in heavy jungle boots. I wore as little clothing as possible, just khaki shorts and a light summer blouse, and no bra.
We were miles from anywhere in the deepest part of the jungle, and I was scared, but happy when we reached the village. The villagers were friendly, and it helped that Jamir spoke their language. As for my husband and me, we couldn’t understand a word of it.
After Jamir talked to the natives, they sheltered us in a small hut for the duration of our stay. The shelter came with a dirt floor and a lantern hanging from a rope. The only furniture was a single bed and a little table. It was nothing like the Sheraton. Jamir informed us that we would be able to return to our abandoned vehicle within two or three days if the rain relented. I wasn’t sure if I could live in such primitive conditions for that length of time.
Then Jamir emphasized that we should observe the village customs, to which I had no idea of what they were, and to stay within the village confines while we were there. I felt like I was in the middle of a nightmare, rather than a pleasant anniversary getaway.
They brought us some food to eat. I didn’t dare ask what it was. I just gulped it down and drank some weird tasting juice from a coconut shell. Once fed, Jack and I lay on the small bed together and fell asleep from exhaustion.
During our rest, I had been dreaming weird, erotic dreams, and I woke up with an intense sexual need. I hadn’t felt anything like it before. My need for sex was overwhelming. I turned toward Jack, my hand reaching for the zipper of his shorts as I woke him up with a deep passionate kiss. I slipped my hand inside Jack’s shorts and started jerking him off, only to be stopped by a sound at the door. Startled, I quickly pulled my hand from my husband’s shorts.
“I see you’re awake now,” Jamir’s deep voice boomed. “It’s time to bathe.”
“Bathe?” I shot Jamir a puzzled look as I pushed away from my husband and sat up on the bed. I glanced back at Jack. He looked like he was drifting back to sleep.
“It’s the custom. All the tribe gathers at the water’s edge to wash at this time of day,” Jamir explained. “The rain has stopped falling, and we’re late. Please hurry.”
“It doesn’t seem proper for us to be bathing with the villagers. We’re used to bathing in private,” I said to Jamir. “You go ahead without us.”
“I understand your feelings, Missy,” Jamir replied, taking a step further into the hut. “But this is not your homeland. 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.”
I was still feeling the effects of that dream, and my sexual needs were still buzzing inside me. Jamir struck a submissive chord with me when he stood there and ordered me to follow his lead. At that moment, I felt I wanted him to fuck me right there while lying next to my husband. Where were these crazy thoughts coming from?
~~~~~
There were at least two-dozen villagers, men, and women already washing when we reached the water’s edge. “Jack, they’re all naked,” I whispered.
“Let’s strip to our underwear,” Jack suggested, checking with Jamir. “A quick dip, and then we can get out of here.”
Our muscular guide firmly shook his head and said, “No,” as he made a show of stripping to his waist. The dark nature of his skin was tantalizing to my eyes. I couldn’t help but look at him.
“But why?” Jack asked.
“I have already explained. To deviate from tradition would be seen as in insult. There is no embarrassment amongst villagers, and until we leave, we should all consider ourselves as members of the tribe.”
Then Jamir turned toward me as his hands went to his khaki shorts. When he shucked them to the ground, I couldn’t contain my gasp. I had imagined his dick would be impressive, but nothing quite the size of the beast that hung between his legs. The sight did nothing to calm the sexual heat that was still percolating inside my body.
Even so, it took a real effort of will to undress under Jamir’s watchful gaze with my husband standing there looking on. While Jack was stripping out of his clothes, Jamir had that look on his face, the one I had seen before, an almost superior glare that made me tingle.
Jamir made no pretense of keeping his eyes anywhere but on my pale white body as I removed my clothes. The contrast in our skin color was almost as exciting to me as the sight of his monstrous schlong. I soon realized by the time I had stripped naked that Jamir wasn’t my only admirer. Every man around us was closely watching me as I stood vulnerably naked. The thought that they all wanted me created an intense thrill, and it was almost a disappointment when Jack protectively took my hand and led me deeper into the water.
The water wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be. I glanced at my husband’s cock as he handed me the soap. I never had cause to complain before, but Jack’s manhood looked pale and puny compared to the black monster that hung between Jamir’s legs. It was impossible not to peek at Jamir as I began to wash. Jamir caught me looking, and he purposefully soaped his cock, moving his fisted hand slowly back and forth, causing his cock to lengthen as he looked at me and grinned.
The sight of Jamir’s soapy black cock was stirring my juices. I told myself to look away, but how could I? I wanted to see how big it would grow.
“Beverly! What the fuck are you doing?” I heard Jack ask. My guilty gaze immediately reverted to my husband, who was standing there with his hands on his hips. “Are you deliberately soaping your tits like that? People are watching you!” He said, his voice little more than a low hiss.
I gave a quick look around. Every single gaze was homing in on me. Suds were sliding down my breasts, and my nipples were rock-hard. Had I been in such a trance to be unaware of what I was doing? A shiver ran through me. Should I have been this aroused? There was something strange going on with me. I couldn’t avoid the horny feeling in my loins and the dirty thoughts that kept creeping into my mind. Jack took my hand and practically dragged me through the water to the bank.
“Come on, let’s get dressed and get out of here.”
~~~~~
If Jack was frustrated with me, his demeanor didn’t last long. As soon as we returned to the hut, I was all over Jack. I couldn’t help myself, pushing him down on the small bed with frantic desperation that surprised us both and yanking down the zipper of his shorts. Darkness was closing in, except for the shaft of light spearing down onto the bed through the small round opening of the roof, and the way it shed a spotlight on Jack’s cock was surreal. I felt myself going crazy inside.
“What the…” The words were stilled in my husband’s throat as I dipped my head and wrapped my hungry lips around his illuminated cock. Somehow, hungrily devouring my husband’s cock in our current surroundings, a mud hut in the middle of the jungle added more eroticism to the moment.
I was having thoughts of Jamir while my husband was lying back, enjoying the pleasures of my mouth, and I wondered how Jamir’s cock would feel and taste in my mouth. Jack’s throaty moan brought me out of my thoughts. It felt like I was in danger of operating on auto-pilot, sucking my husband while my mind was venturing off to other places.
I shuffled to make myself more comfortable on the floor and brought another moan from Jack as I traced my tongue along his length, then drooling spit on it before taking him back into my mouth. I focused more on Jack now, sucking him slowly and purposefully, running my lips up and down his throbbing cock before smoothly taking him into my throat. I pulled away, taking Jack’s shaft in my hand and working my fingers along his saliva-covered length.
I stood and stripped my clothes from my body as Jack stared up at me, his gaze full of hunger. It was the same look that I was getting when I stripped in front of the village men down by the water, my blonde hair, and white skin being a rare attraction to them.
I got on the bed and crawled over my husband like a tigress over her prey. “I need you to fuck me, Jack,” I said as I moved higher, letting his shaft drag through my cleavage. “If you don’t fuck me, I’ll go crazy.”
When our mouths met, I swallowed his aroused groan with a hard kiss and then turned away from him to settle over his cock, reverse cowgirl style. I shot Jack a look over my shoulder as I took the tip of his cock between the wet, swollen lips of my pussy. When his eyes closed, I gave a long, throaty groan and rocked forward, sinking him deep inside me. The feeling was suddenly too much. With my head thrown back, mouth half-open, body arched, I stretched my arms out like wings as I began to move on him.
It was my husband inside me, and this was our anniversary fuck. Jack was the only man I loved. He was all I wanted, and needed, after all. This lust that I felt for Jamil was something strange to me. I tried to ignore it as my hips rotated in tight little circles. I raised my hands over my head and moved on Jack like a lap dancer, teasing with each sexy grind of my body.
Jack’s fingers dug into my flesh as his hands found my hips. He thrust up into me when I was on my way down. He wanted to take control. I had no intention of letting him. With a backward glance, I slammed down on him again and again. Clutching my tits, I pulled on my aching nipples as I bounced on my husband’s cock.
For whatever reason, I glanced at the grass door of the hut. It was slightly open, and I could see the shadow of a man standing there. Even in the semi-dark, I could recognize Jamir’s huge frame. I saw that he was stroking his cock, and I suspected he’d been watching for some time. Why show himself now? Was he that confident I wasn’t going to scream at the sight of him invading my private moment with my husband?
I knew that Jack couldn’t see Jamir since his view was blocked by my undulating body. As shameful as it was, I felt unashamed as I pulled my hands back behind my head, arched my body backward, and thrust my breasts out in Jamir’s direction. I couldn’t quite make out Jamir’s expression, but the way his hand moved faster suggested that he approved of my sinful moves.
I held my blonde hair high on top of my head as I gyrated on my husband’s cock with my tits bouncing wildly on my chest. Jack was deep, but the illicit thought occurred that he was nothing like as deep as Jamir’s monster cock would be. My movements became more urgent as I put on a show or my voyeur. The two men came first, Jack exploding inside me at almost the precise moment Jamir launched his long ropes of cum across the room. Each burst arched into the air like a trailing firework, diminishing in intensity but impressing none the less.
I closed my eyes as our black guide’s orgasm triggered mine. When my eyes opened, Jamir was gone. I slept deeply that night, and I had been dreaming again, more of the same dreams. Sexual, and even more vivid. It was becoming difficult to differentiate fantasy from reality.
~~~~~
The village looked entirely different when Jack and I ventured outside the following morning. Women were cooking over fires around the little grass huts, indicating it must have been close to lunchtime. I was hungry. I hadn’t eaten since the meal they fed us yesterday. My mouth was dry. Someone had left drinks for us in those little coconut cups when we returned from bathing. Jack’s drink was a different color than mine, but I didn’t think much of it.
I noticed that today all of the village people were wearing loincloths. A smile appeared on Jack’s face when he checked out some of the more attractive women. They were checking him out too, giggling to themselves when they pointed towards him.
“Maybe they think you’re a movie star,” I teased.
“I don’t think they ever saw a movie,” Jack chuckled, nodding and smiling brightly at each woman we passed as we walked along the narrow path. Then his chuckle faded and he asked, “Why is it I get the feeling that every man here would like to fuck you?” His eyes widened as he nodded over my shoulder. “Including this one,” he softly muttered under his breath.
When I swung around to follow the direction of my husband’s gaze, my heart began to beat faster. Jamir was walking toward us. He had changed from his regular clothes to a loincloth, like the other villagers. With his muscles rippling under the sun, he looked like a black Adonis. I was getting these strange sexual feelings again.
It seemed I got this way every time I drank that juice out of those coconut shells, and Jamir looking all jungle-like wasn’t helping any. I thought again about last night as he approached us and wondered what I saw last night was a dream or something real.
“The tribal Chief has invited you to meet with him,” Jamir solemnly said, looking at each of us in turn. “It is a great honor to meet the Chief. You understand that we must remain in the village until the roads are passable. The Chief will make that decision when he sees you.”
“Decision?” Jack questioned. “They might throw us out?”
“It depends on the Chief,” Jamir explained. “If we stay, we do so by invitation, not by right. The Chief must be treated with great respect. Should he allow you to stay, you must obey every custom and every request the Chief may ask of you. It is essential that you fully understand my words. Yes, Jack?"
Jack hesitated for a moment before he nodded. Then Jamir turned to me. “Missy?”
I nodded instantly. “Yes. If I could bathe naked with the villagers, the rest of our stay should be a cakewalk.”
Jamir laughed and said, “The Chief expects us now. Please come with me.”
The Chief’s hut, the largest shelter in the village, was located in the center square. A young, pretty village woman sat outside the door. Jamir explained in hushed tones that, in keeping with tribal tradition, the young woman had been chosen to serve the Chief when she reached the age of eighteen.
When the Chief emerged from the door of his hut, the first thing I noticed was his very large potbelly that jiggled with his steps. His long grey hair pulled back in a ponytail looked slightly ludicrous. And so was the large ring through his nose. When he smiled, half of his teeth were missing. His skin was very dark and leathery.
He slowly sauntered over to us, gesturing with his hand every so often while mumbling to Jamir. He was a very large man, well over three hundred pounds. He paid particular attention to me, smiling and tapping his fat belly as he circled me. When I glanced nervously at Jamir, his eyes told me to remain silent and still.
Eventually, the strange inspection was over and the Chief turned to Jamir again. He spoke quickly. Jamir listened mostly but occasionally responded calmly. The conversation in their native tongue lasted a couple of minutes, and then, with a final nod towards me, he sauntered back into his hut. Jamir had a wry look on his face when he turned to us and made us wait before he spoke.
“Well, what did he say to you, Jamir?” Jack asked impatiently.
“It is simple,” Jamir 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 party in your honor this evening.”
“Well, that was nice of him,” I said to Jamir.
“There’s more. The Chief believes you have insulted him by not dressing like the rest of his tribe. I convinced him that this was purely from ignorance of his custom. He said he will overlook it, provided you change immediately.”
At Jamir’s instruction in their native tongue, the girl sitting outside the hut rose and nodded to him.
“Kara will deliver loincloths and fresh drinks to your hut,” Jamir informed us. The hard edge in his voice brooked no discussion.
When Jack and I were alone in the hut, changing into the loincloths, Jack looked at me and said, “Jeezus, Beverly, they are going to be looking at your tits all night.”
“What makes you say that, Jack?”
“They’re so fucking white! They’re going to shine like headlights in the night.”
Jack was right. I noticed all the looks I got bathing my tits down at the river. It felt uncomfortable, but deep down inside, I was enjoying the attention, especially from Jamir.
“Well, Jack, we have no choice,” I said.
I drained the last of my juice from the coconut shell and could almost feel the liquid pour into my veins. As with yesterday, it gave me a warm, comforting, fuzzy feeling. I made a mental note of asking Jamir what it was when I saw him.
“Well, are you ready?” I asked Jack.
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he answered.
Jamir was waiting for us when we eventually emerged from the hut. He nodded in appreciation, although from the direction of his eyes, it wasn’t clear whether his reaction was a result of our compliance with the dress code or the sight of my tits. My nipples had hardened from being exposed to the air, and they stiffened further under his gaze. I was looking at him as much as he was looking at me.
“In return for complying with the Chief’s wishes,” Jamir told us, “he has granted permission for Missy to bathe in a different, more private part of the river. It is restricted to women.” Then he turned his head to speak directly to me. “If it pleases you, Missy, bring what you need and I will show you the way now. And Jack, the Chief is expecting you to have a drink with him at his hut before the festivities begin. I will make sure no harm comes to your wife.”
“Beverly?” Jack said with a high pitch in his voice.
“Go, darling. I’ll be fine,” I assured Jack.
During our short time on the safari, Jamil always walked in front of us. Today, heading down to the river, he chose to walk beside me. It felt like an intimate gesture, almost as if we were two close friends whose relationship was blossoming. Relationship? Was I going out of my mind?
Maybe I was going crazy. Why else would I have imagined that Jamir was jacking off in my doorway last night while watching me fucking my husband? He watched us fuck, and I watched him masturbate. The image of his cum launching from his thick black dick made my heart jump into my mouth. I still wasn’t sure if it was real or just my imagination.
I glanced at Jamir out of the corner of my eye as we walked along the grassy path. No, this wasn’t a feeling of being with a close friend. You don’t walk with your best friend with your tits on display. The feelings I was experiencing were, without a doubt, very sexual. I thought of how Jack glared at me when I agreed to go along with Jamil. It was plain to me that Jack didn’t trust Jamir.
My gaze drifted down to Jamir’s loincloth. I thought of how he stroked his cock down at the river yesterday and at the hut’s door last night. The image had rarely left my mind. Was that why I agreed to go with Jamir to the river? An opportunity to be alone with him? I wanted to ask him about last night, but I didn’t know how to approach the subject, especially if my mind was playing tricks. What kind of message would that send out? Why was I so confused? It seemed to happen every time I drank that strange juice.
We were well out of sight of the village now. Our hips occasionally bumped as the path narrowed, and each touch gave me goosebumps. Jamir could do anything he wanted with me out here, and I couldn’t do a thing to stop him. But no sooner had the deliciously self-indulgent though begun to develop in my head, we came to a clearing.
The sight that confronted us was stunning, simply stunning. A small, circular pool of clear blue water, and behind it, a small waterfall. It was practical, as well as beautiful. I could shower as well as bathe!
I gazed at the beauty before me, then I turned to Jamir, but even as I opened my mouth to speak, I froze. Jamir had removed his loincloth and was standing naked in front of me. I found myself mesmerized by his hard muscular body, and especially the black beast that hung between his legs. Even flaccid, it was humungous.
“We bathe together,” he told me when my eyes eventually dragged themselves upwards to his dark gaze.
I hesitated and tried to compose myself. “We wash now,” Jamir repeated, taking the soap we brought along and stepping into the clear water. “Come, Missy.”
My trembling hands went to my loincloth, and it dropped to my feet as I released it, leaving me dressed in the skimpy black thong that I wore beneath it. Blood rushed through my veins at the thought of displaying my nudity to him again. As a modest gesture, I turned around as I pulled the thong down my legs and eased into the water. I couldn’t trust myself to look at him. Not when he was naked.
“That drink in the coconut shell,” I said over my shoulder, trying to start a conversation to defuse the sexual tension I was feeling. “What is it?”
“We call it Kepa. The villagers commonly call it Jungle Juice because of its special qualities that comes from a rare plant that grows deep in the jungle.”
“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. Kepa does that.” Jamir moved close behind me as he spoke, so close that I felt his cock lightly brush against my ass. I stood frozen, wondering what he was doing.
“It is my duty to look after you, Missy,” he told me as he placed his large hands on my shoulders. He turned me around to face him as he spoke. His eyes found mine and held my gaze as he took the soap and rubbed it on my arms and then across my belly.
“Does that include bathing me?” I asked as I felt shivers running up my spine.
“You like it, don’t you?”
His caressing touch felt wonderful, but I knew this was a step too far. I told myself to stop him from going any further, but instead, I found myself nodding. For such a huge man, he was unbelievably gentle. His large black hands spread the soap suds across my shoulders, drawing inward around my neck, and then down the top of my cleavage. When his hands found my breasts, I closed my eyes and softly moaned as I soaked up the pleasure of his touch.
“Last night, when you fucked your husband,” he continued, “did you think about me?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but all that came out was a moan. Jamir was openly kneading my tits now. When his thumbs flicked over my hard nipples, another throaty moan escaped my lips.
“I came to see you last night,” he added. “I saw how you were looking at me when you fucked your husband, and I know you thought about fucking me.” He took my right hand in his and placed it on his hard cock. “Feel how hard it is for you."
Jamir was so thick that I couldn’t wrap my fingers entirely around his girth. The feeling of him, warm and rock hard in my palm, was intoxicating. And the contrast in color between my dainty white hand and his magnificent black cock was exhilarating. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this. Everything about it was wrong. I was cheating on my husband, which, for some insane reason, made it all the more exciting.
For a while, I lost myself to the sensation of his throbbing manhood that I had my fingers wrapped around. I used my left hand to cup his large black testicles, weighing them in the palm of my hand. I could tell by his subtle groans that I was getting to him. One of his large hands went through my blonde hair. As soon as I felt the slight downward press, I knew what he had in mind. I wanted it too.
The pressure of his downward push increased. I went with it, sinking to my knees in the shallow water. The male pheromones oozing from his pores, mixing in with the sound of his heavy breathing, was an intoxicating aphrodisiac to my senses. So was the long thick cock that rose majestically from his black bushy pubes, demanding worship. It no longer mattered that this was wrong. I needed him like a drug.
My fingers shook with excitement as I stretched them around his girth. Pulling back the foreskin, my mouth went to work on his cock. The first, tangy, salty taste of his smegma fueled my hunger. I provocatively licked my lips, savoring the manly flavor, and then my tongue captured the first drop of precum that oozed from his meatus. The taste was infectious. My tongue returned to the massive head, licking the most sensitive area to draw more of his tasty seed onto my tongue. I’ve always loved sucking cock, but I had never felt quite as aroused like this.
“Your mouth gives me great pleasure,” he praised. Then gripping my hair more tightly, he began to push back and forth with his hips, fucking my mouth. I gagged for a second but quickly adjusted.
I reached my hand around his hip and gripped his tight ass. My other hand continued to stroke the base of his shaft while I was taking half his length through my lips. It was all I could fit in my mouth, but I wanted more. Could I possibly take it down my throat? My lips formed a tight seal around the thick ebony shaft. His hips pumped back and forth a little faster. His grip in my hair tightened.
Saliva drooled from my lips as I bobbed my head back and forth. He was close. I could feel it. I remembered how he launched his load into the hut last night, and I long for the nasty thrill of taking it in my mouth. Through my excitement and anticipation, I felt my orgasm stirring up inside me. I reached down between my legs and began to furiously rub my clit while devouring Jamir’s throbbing cock. Seconds later, I was moaning against his cock as my orgasm released and flooded my body in waves of pleasure.
Now all of my concentration and needs were focused on what was about to happen in my mouth. Suddenly Jamir launched a mighty stream of hot spunk that splashed against the back of my throat. His second burst hit the same spot. So did the third and the forth. I thought I was ready for it, but he had so much cum in his heavy balls that I couldn’t take it all, and a lot of his cum dripped from my lips and landed on my tits.
I swallowed as much as I could until this black Adonis had enough. He gingerly pulled his diminishing manhood from between my sucking lips and pulled me to my feet, staring deep into my eyes.
“You belong to the tribe now…”
To be continued: In the next part of this story, I experience the shocking discovery of what belonging to the tribe actually meant.
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