Lust in the Jungle - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"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 drink 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 drink 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. Blood 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 drink 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 drug.

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 animal 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..."

Continued in Chapter 2

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