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A shiver of desire passed through me as I thought back to my afternoon encounter with Jamir. The salty aftertaste of Jamir’s semen lingered in my mouth and throat. I had never cheated on my husband before, and yet, beyond the guilt, I regretted that Jamir didn’t fuck me. How bad a woman have I become?
When I got back to the hut, I found Jack inside. He was angry with me going to the river with Jamir, although he had no idea what happened there. Before he could start to question me, I had pushed him flat on the makeshift bed and had him inside me almost before he could react. I fucked my husband like a wild woman, driven by the burning need inside my body. But it wasn’t my husband that I was thinking about as I rode his cock. It was Jamir that filled my head. It was torturous to keep my mind off Jamir and his humungous black cock.
There was something seriously wrong with me. I fucked my husband again, half an hour later, once he recovered. And yet I still needed more. Jack was baffled by my behavior, and I was confused. Jamir’s words still troubled me. “You belong to the tribe now.” What did it mean?
I was ready to pounce on Jack for the third time when Jamir came by the hut and told us it was time for the festivities to begin. Maybe it was the jungle juice, and Jamir showing up in his loincloth didn’t help to ease the growing heat inside my body. My breath quickened at the sight of the black Adonis, whose cock I had sucked just hours before.
I sent Jamir a coy glance when we left the hut, and he gave me a smile that turned my plainly exposed nipples hard and made my pussy tingle. Jamir had me under his spell, I wanted more of him, and my husband was getting suspicious. The silence between the three of us was deafening as Jamir escorted us across the village. I found it difficult to walk because the sexual tension inside my body was tearing me apart. It was as if, by crossing the line with Jamir, a need had been awoken in me that would remain until it was fully satisfied.
It was a dangerous need that had me wearing my loincloth without my thong underneath because my pussy was too hot to cover. My state of semi-nudeness felt exhilarating. My nipples, permanently aroused, were elongated beyond their norm. My sex was moist, and I was ready for any eventuality.
When we reached the large space outside the Chief’s hut, we saw a long table erected with at least a dozen seats in total. The old Chief sat patiently at the center of the table as if he was waiting for us. His hair fell onto his shoulders rather than the usual ponytail, and he was wearing a much larger nose ring than the first time I saw him.
Jamir murmured to us that Jack would sit on the Chief’s right, and I would take the seat on his immediate left. Jamir warned us that we must follow his every direction in order not to insult the Chief.
I took my place on the left of the Chief, as instructed, and nervously watched as Jack positioned himself on the right. I waited for Jamir’s instruction to sit down. He had already told us that the feast was in our honor. I was taking this very seriously, and the last thing I wanted to do was for either of us to fuck things up by making the wrong move at the wrong time.
Kara, the Chief’s servant girl that we met yesterday suddenly appeared. Jack’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when his gaze was drawn to her stunning breasts. I found myself wishing that Jack would find a native to fuck so that I can have the excuse to fuck Jamir. The thought faded when Jamir signaled with a single nod for us to take our seats.
The Chief nodded at Jack, and then he turned to me and smiled with his rotten teeth, the few that he had left. Then he clapped his hands, and everyone went silent. He rose to his feet and began to address the table in his native tongue.
Jamir leaned next to me and began to translate. “The Chief welcomes you both and offers his gratitude to you for observing the tribal customs.”
I listened to Jamir, but I was becoming more preoccupied with his closeness. My eyes glanced down at his loincloth and what lay beneath that was tenting his cloth. “You’re hard,” I whispered to him.
“I get that way every time I’m near you,” he said. Before I had a chance to respond, Jamir went back to translating what the Chief was saying. “He says that you have been sent to us by the Gods. He believes you will bring great fortune to the village.”
“Why would he say that Jack and I would bring fortune to their village?” I asked.
“The Chief was not talking about your husband. He was talking about you,” Jamir answered. “Jack means nothing to the tribe. You are the favored one.”
He raised his coconut shell and drank the contents in one long gulp. “To Missy,” he told me, nodding at my drink. I still didn’t quite know what Jamir was saying. Were they planning on having a parade for me? I followed Jamir’s lead and drank down the remainder of the jungle juice from the coconut shell. Instantly, Jamir refilled the shell from the large stone pitcher beside him.
The Chief pointed at me now, raising his voice a little to make whatever point he was making, and then sat down. “What did he say?” I asked Jamir.
“He said that tonight he will bless you,” Jamir said and further explained. “It is the traditional way of welcoming a new woman into the tribe.”
I stared at him, wide-eyed. “Into the tribe? I don’t understand,” I whispered. “I’m only here for another day or so. And what did he mean by blessing me?”
No sooner had I finished my sentence that I was startled by the sound of drums. It was the signal for a half-dozen young women and men dressed in their loincloths to bring plates of food on the table. There was rice and a roasted pig and a lot of jungle juice to wash it down. Once we were all served, the three men and three women danced in front of the table to the jungle beat of the drums.
It looked like a mating ceremony from the way they danced. The women’s breasts bounced as they gyrated under their loincloths. I glanced at Jamir, and he smiled knowingly at me. That beat, I’ve never heard it before, but it was having a strange erotic pull on me.
“Eat,” Jamir said. “Drink. Enjoy the festivities. Everything is arranged in your honor tonight, Missy.”
An hour into the evening, my body was palpitating with need. Blood was turning hot in my veins, and my heart was beating in rhythm with the drums. It all seemed so strange and eerie. The dancing had become more sexual as the beat of the drums increased. Loincloths had soon disappeared. All of the men were sporting erections when they left the scene, and the women looked alive with need. I imagined there would be a lot of fucking going on tonight. Lucky bastards!
I glanced at Jamir again and thought about sneaking my hand under his loincloth. I had far too much jungle juice, and I had never felt so horny in my life! Before I return to my hut with Jack, I would find an opportunity to be alone with Jamir again. I hungered for his cock. I wanted to suck it and drink his copious cum.
I glanced at my husband a few seats away. He had his hands on Kara’s young body as he chatted with her. I could tell he was drunk. He was so far gone he’d forgotten she couldn’t understand what he was saying.
Suddenly, Jack, having too much to drink, fell forward with his head landing on the table in a loud plunk. I started to rise to attend to him, but Jamir tugged me back into my seat and quickly made his way to my husband. Jamir checked his pulse, exchanged a couple of words with Kara, and then he spoke to the Chief. Then he returned to me.
“Your husband has drunk too much and passed out,” Jamir said as he leaned over me.
“I should attend to him,” I said and started to rise, but Jamir put his hand on my shoulder and kept me from standing.
“He needs sleep. I will carry him back to your hut.”
“I’ll come with you.”
“No, he harshly interrupted. “To leave without the Chief’s blessing would be an insult.” He waved Kara over. “Kara will help prepare you. There is no need to go back to your hut. Do you understand?”
I nodded my head in response. Jamir’s dark glare and his tone left no room for argument. I watched as Jamir threw my husband over his shoulder as if he were as light as me, and headed in the direction of the hut. Kara took my hand and pulled me to my feet. Until now, I hadn’t realized how much the juice affected me. Kara snaked an arm around my waist to steady me as she guided me to the Chief’s hut. It hadn’t occurred to me to ask what I was doing there. My head was so fuzzy, I had to sit on the edge of the bed when we went inside.
The hut was roomy inside, with a much larger bed, a couple of makeshift chairs, and a small wooden table with a few coconut cups and two stone jugs sitting upon it. Kara stood in front of me, watching me closely. Then she turned and filled one of the shells with jungle juice.
Bringing it back to the bed, she knelt in front of me and dipped her fingers into the drink. I thought that was a bit strange. Then she surprised me when rubbed the liquid on my nipples. Her touch was intimate, and my nipples instantly began to tingle and burn.
Kara used the same two fingers to dip into the drink, but this time she slid them between my legs, causing me to gasp. It felt like a thousand volts of electricity were being pumped through me as Kara began to coat my vulva. I fell back helplessly onto my elbows as a powerful wave of pleasure washed over me. I wasn’t sure of what she was doing to me, but the instantaneous orgasm bubbling up inside of me couldn’t be denied.
There was no holding back when the girl’s pleasuring fingers found my clit. My climax spread through my body like a blazing wildfire, and I realized the screams of pleasure in my ears were my own. The first orgasm turned into a second as the whole of my body shook uncontrollably. It was only when I eventually recovered, and the clarity started to return, that I realized we were no longer alone.
The pot-bellied Chief was standing in the doorway with a satisfied smirk after watching me climax in front of him. I felt an upsurge of embarrassment. Kara had removed my loincloth when she juiced my pussy, and I had nothing to cover myself. She smiled at me when she got to her feet. Then she walked over to the Chief and removed his loincloth. When it dropped to the ground, I felt my body react. The man was old, unattractive, and had no virtues to recommend him other than being the Chief of the tribe… Except for his cock. It was every bit as big as Jamir’s.
Kara reached for the shell and poured some of the jungle juice she used on me over the Chief’s manhood. When she began to rub it in with both hands, it rose majestically like a giant tower. My breath caught in my throat. Despite being a fat old man with rotten teeth and a ring in his nose, the Chief’s cock was magnificent. It was at that moment I realized this was what Jamir had meant by the Chief blessing me as he was preparing to fuck me.
I couldn’t let him, but even as the thought of running entered my head, there was no denying the sexual heat emanating from between my thighs. The jungle beat of the drums outside was growing louder, wilder, echoing in my head, increasing the pace of my heart. I felt my blood turning hot running through my veins as the Chief moved toward me, his glistening manhood bouncing beneath his big black belly.
When he reached the bed, he roughly grabbed my ankles and pulled them so that I fell backward. It was apparent he didn’t believe in the domesticated act of foreplay. Not that it mattered. I was so wet I was dripping on his bed. If I had any sanity left in me, I should have tried to push him away when he mounted me. Not only did I make no effort to resist, but I also found myself raising my hips to provide a better angle as he pushed his big black mamba against my opening.
My hands grabbed hold of his oversized love-handles and pulled him to me. Despite his girth, his monster cock slid inside me with graceful ease. Any rational thoughts of what I was doing was swept away by the needs of my body. My cunt was on fire, and I need his huge black cock to put out the flames. I hooked my legs around his plump black body. When I pushed the soles of my feet against the top of his ass, it forced his rock-hard cock deeper inside me.
He hadn’t even started to fuck me, and yet it was my hips that were rising and falling. I was growling my needs, fucking him, while he simply held his position, staring down into my eyes, letting me use his cock to pleasure my heated cunt. I came twice, screaming out my orgasms before he started moving. His cock stretched deeper inside my body, splitting me apart.
He took me slowly at first, letting me get used to his length and girth, and I was soon begging him to fuck me faster. When he obliged, I found myself screaming again. The Chief, although old and ridiculous looking, and with that big sweaty potbelly mashing down on me, was hitting places deep inside me that I never knew I had.
The Chief had the stamina of an ox, and I lost all sense of time, whimpering under his thrusts. I had a countless number of orgasms before the Chief eventually succumbed to the inevitable and reached his climax. When he finally blessed me with his seed, it brought another orgasm rushing through my body. His cock pulled from my well-fucked cocoon, and he stood up while I continued to lay on the bed, exhausted.
Kara came over a moment later and gave me more jungle juice to drink. When she winked and smile at me, I realized she had been standing there the whole time watching the Chief fucking me. Then Kara poured more jungle juice on the Chief’s spent manhood. Almost miraculously, as she rubbed it in, the Chief’s cock grew back into a full erection in front of my eyes. Whatever was in that juice was better than Viagra!
As the Chief turned back to me, his eyes ran appreciatively across my naked white body. My body shivered under the roughness of his hands as he reached down and clawed my tits before he flipped me over onto my stomach. Arousal flared inside me. The open gash of my pussy leaking his seed was in dire need of his cock again. When he settled behind me, I pushed my ass upwards so he could ram his hard black meat back inside me.
I made no pretense of holding back my screams as he pounded me from behind. He had one hand gripping my blonde mane, yanking my head back. The other was on my hip, holding me steady. My husband never fucked me like this and made me cum so many times. Despite my aching limbs, burning lungs, heaving chest, and the sweat covering my body, I continued to give back as good as I got, pumping back hard in response to every hard thrust.
The night continued on and there was no end to the wonderful pounding. Each time he pumped his cum into me, Kara smeared more jungle juice on his cock and he fucked me again. By the time light started to filter into the hut, the Chief had taken me in every position I knew and a couple I had never dreamed of. I remembered being on top of him at one point, my arms stretched above my head, bouncing on him while he toyed with my tits. But after that, the images were fuzzy in my head. And I had long ago lost count of the orgasms he’d given me.
To be continued: My adventure was far from over. More coming.
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