Marlene reached down between her husband’s legs and grabbed at his hardened organ. His grunt excited her as she closed her hand around the rigid flesh, savoring the warmth of it in her grip. She stroked it lovingly as he groaned and grunted into her cleavage.
“Oh, Percy…” She moaned. “Come on, my love… fuck me.”
“By heaven, I shall.” She heard him growl and he was on top of her. She spread her legs wide and guided him in. Oh, how wonderful it felt and after so long. His hardness slid into her wet welcoming hole and she grasped at his tight buttocks. His face was buried into her neck as he ground his hips against hers. His rock hard erection slid in and out of her, making her feel so full and satisfied, and yet Marlene seemed to want more. She was getting this after more than a month, but somehow it was not enough. The wild and expansive nature of her surroundings filled her with a need she had never known, and her beloved husband was falling pitifully short of filling that need, just as he always had.
But she pushed away such thoughts and focused on enjoying at least this. Her husband began to get more frantic and she sensed him about to climax. It was too soon, yet she was accustomed to it by now. In the twenty times they had made love in their two year marriage, Devlin always climaxed before she did and this time would be no different. But somehow she felt this time could be the worst ever. She felt his hot semen splash inside her. One, two and three little squirts and then a tiny trickle, and that was his limit. She needed him to be in there a little longer and stay hard, but he was already receding and then he pulled out and pushed away the covers.
Marlene’s belly clenched and her pussy felt terribly abandoned. She wanted something to fill her so badly. At least a finger or two even if his cock was spent. She looked at him, but he was already getting his clothes back on. Her heart sank and all feeling in her went cold.
“That was marvelous, my darling.” Devlin said and leaned in to kiss her brow. “I feel most refreshed and invigorated for the hunt. Come on now, get dressed… we’ll be off in an hour.”
She nodded glumly as he quickly disappeared out of the tent. The urge to take one of the rifles and shoot him she quelled with some difficulty. Tears flooded her eyes but she refused to cry. Fighting the urge curl up and weep, she threw off the covers and slipped off the bed. She washed off her husband’s meager offering and then dressed herself. There was no point in being sorry for herself. One day, she knew, she would teach him the lesson he so severely deserved.
Outside the sun was already three quarters of its journey to the west. A good time to hunt for lion, if the great hunters were to be believed. She looked around at the men readying their weapons and other hunting paraphernalia. None of them paid her any attention and she was thankful for it. Devlin was having an animated discussion with the locals and it seemed there was another one of them there. This one she had not seen before. He must have arrived while she was in the tent and it seemed her husband was familiar with the man.
Marlene walked up to them slowly. She looked right at the man and her breath quickened. He didn’t look like the other local men there. He was taller than them and much broader of shoulder. His arms and legs were thick and muscular and his complexion was even darker than the others. She got reminded of very dark chocolate, her favorite kind, and she quickly licked her lips. The man was dressed differently as well. Unlike the others, he did not wear trousers or a vest. Instead, the only garment he had on was a kilt made of animal hide, probably a leopard or panther. On his massive arms and legs, he wore many metal rings and had more animal hide tied in strips on his elbows, wrists, knees and ankles. Barefoot and bald headed, this giant warrior-like man carried a spear even higher than him in his powerful grip. Marlene instantly felt a blush coming on as a naughty thought about his other spear flashed across her mind.
“Ah! You are ready, my dear.” Her husband held out his hand at her. “We are about to leave. This is Hurok, our regular guide. He is of the local Doa-Dea tribe and their best hunter.”
Then Devlin said something to the tribal warrior in his native language and the huge, dark man gave her a nod and a smile. She looked into his intense dark eyes and felt a shiver run down her back. She knew she was not mistaken when she saw the lust in his eyes. He would not have openly shown her that unless of course he could sense her desire as well. She shivered at the prospect of being taken by such a man and stole a quick glance at her husband. But as usual, the great hunter had missed the obvious, completely caught up in his own euphoria of the hunt.
The hunt was on. The two vehicles roared to life and they were off. Hurok sat in the seat beside the driver and directed the way. After about half an hour they came to a stop at a place that seemed quite ominous with its silence. Then she heard it. A low growling that became a blood-curling roar. It echoed all around them and she could feel the hairs rise on her hands and neck. They had come right into the territory of a pride of lions and the beasts were on a hunt of their own.
Hurok led them out of the cars and on a slow deliberate walk along the tree line. A strange musky and pungent odor filled the air around her and she realized that was what lions smelled like. It was heady and overpowering and suddenly she wished she was very far away from there. She glanced at her husband and he gave her a nod of assurance and hefted the heavy rifle to his shoulder.
“Keep right behind us, Mari.” He whispered to her. “Stay close to Hurok.”
“There he is, that marvelously maned beast.” Eggsy shouted and everyone raised the rifles to their shoulders and fired.
The sound of gunfire made her slam her palms over her ears and drop to her knees. The loud roar of the lion dominated the shots fired and she dared to look up. Her eyes went wide at the sight of the five hundred pound lion come charging at them, its head and body bleeding from the several shots fired at it. The rifles went off again and the magnificent beast went down, and with a gasping hiss it breathed no more. Marlene felt as is her beating heart would leap out of her chest. She was glad that the lion was dead, but she couldn’t help feeling a deep sorrow at the sorry demise of such a regal animal.
“Look out!” Her husband was shouting. “The whole damn pride is attacking.”
Marlene couldn’t believe her eyes. At least six huge lionesses came at them through the grassy plain. The loud report of gunfire made her head spin. She saw the lionesses go down one by one. Then one of the men screamed. She looked around frantically to see Eggsy being mauled by one profusely bleeding lioness. She had never seen anything like so in her life and she felt paralyzed with fear. So rooted to the spot she was with fright that she didn’t see another wounded lioness creep up toward her. It was too late when she finally did see it. She felt something heavy snag into her skirt and yank her down. The steamy and pungent odor of the lioness filled her petrified senses. What a horrible way to die, her mind wailed. Then she heard a voice, deep and powerful. She couldn’t understand the words.
A dark shape slammed into the lioness, throwing it off her. She looked up with stunned anxiety. Hurok stood over her, his back toward her. He thrust his spear at the lioness, through its wide open jaws and out of the back of its skull. The beast swatted at him but missed and then went down in a heap. She looked around frenetically for the others, but could see no one. The stench of gunpowder, lion spoor, blood and death filled her senses. Then suddenly she felt weightless as something strong and hard lifted her off the ground. She looked up at the huge dark man cradling her in his massive arms as he ran like the wind. She felt as if she was flying as the trees rushed past her in a blur.
She didn’t know how long and how far she had been carried by Hurok. She just felt relieved that she was alive and safe. Finally the man came to a stop and lowered her down to the ground. He walked toward a stream and filled a gourd with water and handed it to her. She took it gratefully and drank deep, all the while watching this dark and handsome stranger who had saved her life. His intense eyes stared back at her and he stood very still as if he were a statue carved out
of granite. She instantly felt a rush of emotions go through her.
Her eyes went wide when she realized she didn’t know where she was, or what had happened to her husband. She looked at her rescuer and he seemed to understand what she felt. He made a few gestures that could only mean this was a safe place and she should not be fearful. She felt strange that a man from another culture, one that was considered uncivilized, showed more concern for her than her husband did. Did he have an ulterior motive? If so, she welcomed it. If this man, this object of her newfound untamed desires, made advances at her, she knew she would not stop him, far from it, she would encourage him. And if he didn’t, nothing in the world would stop her from making advances of her own at him.
“Where is my husband?” She asked him as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “Great white hunter… Percival Scott Devlin, where?”
“Dev-Lin.” He replied slowly.
“Yes! Yes!” She nodded her head vigorously.
“Dev-Lin… bonoka banthoo… camp.” He told her haltingly.
“Back at camp.” She sighed with relief. “So he’s alive and safe.”
The tall man stared back at her impassively.
“Where are we?” She asked him, trying her best to make appropriate gestures for every word.
“Safe… here.” His response was a low guttural growl, but at least she could understand.
“So you know some English.” She smiled at him and noted his expression relax at that. “But where is here?”
He seemed to understand and gestured what could only mean that this was his domain. He nodded at her and took a deep breath, further expanding his already immensely broad chest. Her breath quickened at the sight of him. She looked up at his face. It looked like he was carved out of obsidian. Dark and chiseled, his face was ruggedly handsome. His completely bald head added to that allure of power that he emanated. Her eyes traversed lower, drinking in the dense darkness of his muscular chest and powerful rock cut middle. An urge to reach out and touch him made her shiver uncontrollably. She noted a flicker of concern in his dark eyes as he watched her.
Her eyes darted back down to his feet. They were really large and bare. She trailed upwards, admiring the thick muscle of his calves and thighs until she rested her stare on the rather protruding bulge under his leopard-skin kilt. She took a sharp breath as she felt sure that something moved under there. It was clear that this man lusted for her as much as she did for him. There was no point hiding from that fact. She didn’t know where she was and it mattered little to her where her husband was. And even if he did find her, she didn’t really care anymore about him. Her mind was filled with this savage man-god before her. This Hurok; carved out of the very heart of Africa, this wonderful man who had saved her life, risking his own.
“I know you want me, Hurok.” She told him unabashed. “And you are intelligent enough to know that I want you, I can see it in your beautiful eyes.”
As she had guessed, he did understand her. A smile curled upward on his face and he grasped at the waistband of his kilt. Her eyes went wide at what he was about to do. She felt her heart skip a beat and her knees went weak. Hurok undid the straps holding up his kilt and let it fall. Marlene couldn’t handle the exhilaration, her knees gave and she sank down to the ground.
Between his densely muscled thighs, swinging freely was what she could only identify as a snake. Her beloved husband’s organ barely fit her palm. She didn’t even in her wildest dreams ever imagine that any man could possess such an imposing appendage. Not only was it over a foot long and thicker than her own forearm, its rich dark chocolate color made it look so damn irresistible. Her mouth began to water and she pleaded to him with her wanting eyes. He smiled knowingly and took a few steps forward until his rising spear was inches from her hot and flushed face.
Marlene shivered with excitement, licking her lips. An outlandish need came over her to want to kiss the bulging head of the erection as she gingerly reached for the thick shaft with both hands. She wasn’t aware if it was proper to do such a thing. Her husband had never asked her to kiss his tiny thing, but she didn’t care now, all she wanted was a taste of this thick blood engorged man-meat that surged up at her most temptingly. She delicately brushed her lips on the dark head. It twitched and throbbed in her hands and she heard Hurok’s lusty groan. She believed she was doing the right thing. Marlene closed her eyes and drowned her senses in the invigorating odor of the barbarous man’s arousal. She flicked out her tongue and licked across the large slit of his organ, making him shudder. She smiled in satisfaction and relished the taste of his lubricating precum. Her heart pounded at the sight of the surging appendage. She closed her eyes again and dared to try it, her moist mouth watering with greed.
Marlene parted her lips and slowly slid them over the smooth surface of the tribal’s massive erection. She swirled her tongue over the thick head as it filled her mouth, savoring the taste. She had never known she could do that, and she was delighted to let natural needs meander on their course. As much as they did with her own free flowing juices dripping down her thighs.
Marlene shook with excitement and her heart hammered hard against her chest. There was a lot more of Hurok for her to take in and his gentle touch on her head urged her on. The dense cockhead filled her mouth to the full as she relished each swirl of her tongue around it. Her hands ran up and down the rigid shaft, stroking it lovingly. Hurok grunted and thrust his hips forward. His dark eyes pleaded her to take more of him and that sent another jolt of excitement through her. Her heart swelled with courage and determination. She had never tried anything like this ever in her life, but she wanted to now. Marlene steeled herself and forced down more and more of the monstrous length and thickness until she gagged. A rush of her saliva blended with the delicious fluid from his rigid hardness and unleashed new levels of passion in her that Marlene didn’t even fathom was possible.
Set with determination, she hungrily downed his thickness deep into her throat once more. Forcing away the urge to gag, she took almost all of his tremendous girth and length in. His thickness twitched and got even harder. It gave her intense delight to feel it throbbing down her throat and her whole body shook with delirious pleasure. Then that wonderful feeling between her thighs began to manifest with more intensity. Her belly clenched and relaxed all on its own and her knees suddenly felt very weak. She wanted to lie down on the ground, but her need to keep sucking his cock made her cling to his massive thighs like a monkey on a tree.
Then Hurok said something she didn’t quite understand and lifted her off the ground. He swung her upside down as if she weighed nothing; she felt a thrill rush through her at the display of his immense strength. She found herself hanging upside down with his monster cock brushing against her lips. In that position, her skirt fell downwards exposing everything to him as her legs rested on his broad shoulders and her aching pussy rubbed against his chin.
Never in her wildest dreams would she have imagined what he did next. It was as unexpected as her coming on a hunt to a savage land of danger. Hurok kissed her gently on the quivering slips of her sopping pussy and she instantly gave in to the flood of release that erupted from her. She had never had the pleasure of a man’s hot mouth down there, and the feeling of his lips and tongue passionately working on her sensitive clit and labia sent a rush of waves carrying indescribable bliss all through her trembling body. She pushed down harder on his dark erection, taking almost all of it down her throat. Her body stiffened as she felt it twitch and harden even more in her mouth. The taste of his pre-orgasmic fluids made her headier than any wine she had ever had before.
And though she savored the monster cock in her mouth, she longed to have it fill her to the hilt down there and throb deep inside her. She released his organ and whimpered as he ate her pussy with uncanny skill for a savage, barbaric tribal. But what did she really know of this man, or even the people of this Dark Continent. They lived much closer to nature than any of the so called civilized
folk of the new world. A world where simple and more satisfying pleasures were forsaken for a life of pretentious pomp and show that hardly mattered at all. This was what she really wanted, to be one with nature and give in to her needs with no shame, for shame was only imposed to confine what was only natural.
Hurok seemed to once again mysteriously understand what she wanted and with a sudden twist of his great big hands, he spun her around as if she weighed no more than a little lamb, and in the same movement he lowered her with keen precision over his rock hard organ. It ripped into her yielding, soaked pussy, stretching her wide. Marlene cried out in pain and grabbed at his dense shoulders. Her nails raked across his thick muscularity as he ripped off her skirt and pushed her further down. She felt as if she was being impaled on a damned hunting spear, and the pain was intense, but oh, the pleasure was more intense still.
She gave in to her savage natural need and her eyes rolled back into her head as she moaned out loud in a stupor of delirious release. Her entire body shuddered with the force of her first ever orgasm induced by a man’s erection, and what an erection it was, at least three times in size and girth of her husband’s and ten times the pleasure. She went numb to everything else around her. The rush of pleasure cascading in waves all through her shivering body sent her mind reeling. Pleasure banished the pain as her tight pussy swallowed down hungrily on his throbbing monster cock. She was beside herself with contentment and the understanding that life had so much more to offer without all these self imposed restrictions that the civilized world imprisoned its denizens with. A new world, free and natural, opened up for her and she would settle for nothing less.
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