Jungle Fever: Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

  Jungle

  Fever

  Complete Series

  By Sasha Scott

  Copyright © 2016 Sasha Scott

  All Rights Reserved

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

  All characters depicted are 18 years old or older. For adults only.

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  Contents

  Jungle Fever

  Jungle Fever 2

  Jungle Fever 3

  More Jungle Fever

  Other Books You May Be Interested In

  Jungle Fever

  “This place is amazing,” Dani said in astonishment as she balanced up onto her tippy toes to peer as far across the horizon as she possible could.

  “Can you see the other side?” Shelley asked, trying to steal the binoculars from her friend.

  “Of course she can’t. This is the biggest rainforest in the world,” sighed Amber.

  “Hey I was only asking!”

  “Well it was a stupid question!”

  “Will you two knock it off?” Izzy hissed out, “We come all the way to the Amazon and all you two are gonna do is argue?”

  The four friends had all gotten together and taken a gap year away together to experience the world, a trip that had brought the eighteen year olds to the Amazon rainforest.

  All four of them looked over the vast sea of green which flowed out before them, the elevated ground the quad positioned on giving them a beautiful view of the jungle they were about to be vanishing into.

  They’d been inspired by the Peace Corps and other such organizations and were going to be heading into the greenery and staying with a local tribe. After all one wouldn’t be able to have a true exotic gap year experience if they didn’t fraternize with the locals.

  Patiently they waited for their guide to appear; they weren’t foolish enough to simply wander through the jungle without an expert to guide them.

  The four girls all came from the same university where they studied the same course and over their time together had became the best of friends, despite what the arguing between certain members of the group may have suggested.

  Dani, the one ogling the horizon, stood out thanks to her deep red hair. She was an excitable, optimistic girl who was always eager to try new things and of course jumped at the chance to take part in such a journey.

  Shelley was a ditzy blonde haired girl. The pampered princess was a harmless girl who meant no harm but sometimes risked putting herself in such a position with her talk first think later attitude.

  Amber was the yang to Shelley’s yin. The intellectual brunette was a hardworking girl who had studied her way up to the top. However her attitude left something to be desired, as Shelley often discovered when she unleashed that sharp tongue.

  Finally there was the mastermind behind the journey and the usual voice of reason, Izzy, or Isabella to give her her full name. The spunky brunette was the most geared up for the entire journey having dressed herself up like an explorer in waiting with a rucksack full of all the tools she’d need; she was excited to journey into the jungle.

  The four of them waited in the shade, bodies already hot despite the fact they were hiding out of the sun's sweltering rays. Even if they weren’t going to be heading to anywhere cooler they just wanted to get going and stop waiting around in the extreme temperatures.

  At last he arrived, the man who would be guiding them on their way. A large green land rover arrived on the scene, a large, muscular, ebony skinned man climbing out from the driver’s seat.

  “Miss. Isabella and friends, that’s you isn’t it?”

  “Ah yes, yes, that’s us,” Izzy sighed in relief. She was starting to think they’d be there forever.

  “Sorry for taking so long. I am Roque and I will be your guide and translator for this journey.”

  “I’m Izzy and this is Amber, Shelley and Dani.”

  Each girl waved in turn as they eyed up their hunk of a guide. He in turn inspected the four ladies waiting in front of him in their hiking gear.

  “Nice to meet your acquaintances. You must be sick of waiting here by now. Come and get in with me and we’ll begin our journey. If we set off now we shall be able to make it to the village before sunset.”

  They were dead sick of waiting and couldn’t wait to get started. The girls practically jumped at the chance to get off their feet and into the off road vehicle.

  It was time to begin an experience that they would never forget.

  Just as Roque had told them they managed to arrive at the tribal village before nightfall.

  During the journey they had been given details about the tribe they were going to meet. It was not a tribe who were totally isolated from the world and they would get travellers visiting them year after year but they were still a tribe who followed their own customs and way of life and didn’t follow the ways of the outside world.

  Some of the tribe would be able to speak english, taught to them by the travellers, but for the others why would need a translator to help them.

  The girls were assured they had nothing to fear. They were not going to meet a tribe of savages or cannibals, they were simply going to meet locals with a different way of life, a way of life they would experience during their time in the village.

  Once they arrived, when the sun was beginning to dip on the horizon and the sky was turning from a bright blue into a vibrant orange, they could get a sense of just what a tribal village looked like, deep in the heart of the Amazon rainforest.

  It was like something straight out of the movies. Huts that had been crafted out of a combination of wood from the trees, the leaves and greenery and a thick mud coating to stick everything together.

  The tribe wore very little in way of clothing, in fact they seemed to wear more in the way of rings and bangs than they did anything to cover their bodies. Loincloths made of animal pelts hanging down over their laps was all the locals dressed in.

  It had taken hours by car and then further hours of walking to arrive but finally they had gotten to their new home for the next few weeks at least.

  “Wow,” gasped Dani as her eyes looked over the rural setting, “it’s like something straight from TV.”

  “I know right?” said Izzy in amazement, “Even I didn’t think that it’d look so beautiful.”

  “I’m glad you are impressed,” Roque said back with a large smile, “I hope you come to think of this village as a second home. Each of you will be staying with somebody from the village and I hope you show them the same care and affection they will show you.”

  “Wait,” called out Shelley, “you mean we aren’t all staying together?”

  “I’m afraid the villagers simply cannot afford to give up a full hut to accommodate all of you under one roof. Instead we will have to have you staying in different accommodations. Do not worry though because we have already planned out whom shall be staying with whom.”

  Roque pointed to each girl in turn, trying to remember which one was which, as he informed them of which household they would be staying with.

  “Miss. Dani will be staying with the village doctor. We have some delightful families ready to take care of Miss. Shelley and Miss. Amber and for Miss. Izzy a special treat. You shall be staying with the village chief.”

  A mix of emotions radiated from the quad, with two of them feeling very happy about things.

  “Wow the doctor? That sounds so rad!”

  “I get to stay
with the chief? It’s a honor!”

  The other two were more cautious or concerned, mainly that they wouldn’t all be sleeping under the same roof, but Roque quickly swooped in to calm any nerves.

  “Come now it is getting late, it is time for all of you to meet your hosts. We have purposely paired you with the households who know the english tongue so you will feel more at ease. Now come, follow me before the sun is finished setting.”

  Under his guidance the girl group set out over the village to meet with the locals and the families who would be hosting them for their stay with the tribe. Little did they know that their stay could become a lot longer than they originally envisioned.

  By the time the sun had set everybody had been introduced and had moved into their respective huts. Izzy went off to stay in the biggest hut in the village with the chief while both Shelley and Amber moved in with some families who spoke the english language and could make space. Dani was in with the village doctor.

  The image Dani had in her head when doctor was mentioned was like what she was used to at home. She couldn’t help but envision a clean operation area, tools, medicine, a white polish. Nothing was like what she imagined.

  Rather than a sterile white room the hut was dark and filled with dangling pendants and animal parts. Rather than medicine it was potions which lined the shelves and in the center of the room one could find a cauldron. It was no doctor as she knew it, she was staying with a witch doctor.

  The villagers wore only the most basic clothes, apart from the chief and the doctor who had his body coated with white and red painted on lines and wore a ring of feathers sprouting around his neck, coming in all sorts of colours.

  Despite being told that they were staying with people who could speak english expecting conversation was a step too far for Dani, the witch doctor could say little more than broken words; a sentence was expecting too much.

  If either Amber or Shelley had been placed into a strange hut with such a strange man who they could barely understand they would have freaked out and escaped instantly. Fortunately a cheerful Danielle was ready to try anything.

  Rather than shock and disgust she was in awe, inspecting all the weird skulls and trinkets and the potions which lined the makeshift shelves.

  She reached over the shelf and began to sniff at the contents of one of the stronger smelling open jugs, which prompted her to receive a smack on the backside from the witch doctor.

  Despite the witch part of his title he wasn’t some decrepit, wrinkly, stick figure. In fact none of the villagers were. All of them seemed young and fit, the men’s dark skinned bodies pulsing with muscles and quite a bit taller than the women who had curvy bodies with plush breasts, the former highly seeming to outnumber the latter.

  “No, bad,” the doctor said to Dani strictly as he continued his work. Ever since she’d arrived he’d been grinding away at plants and preparing a broth in the bubbling cauldron in the center of the room.

  Dani puffed her cheeks out, lips pouting, complaining “I wasn’t gonna touch it.”

  He pointed down at a stool on the outskirts of his lab and commanded her with his broken english, “Seat, seat.”

  Like a child who had just been scolded she marched over, her feet stomping and sat down with a huff, her arms folding tightly. She watched as the witch doctor took a large bowl and dipped it down into the cauldron, filling it up with a red tinted liquid which he brought over to her.

  “You, drink,” he told her, pushing the bowl towards her body.

  “Erm, what is it?” she asked, the liquid giving off a strong scent which made her eyes water.

  “Drink, drink now. Good,” he continued on, almost jabbing it into her chest before she took the bowl in her own hands.

  Even the girl who was up for anything didn’t really want to drink the mystery liquid from the bowl however the assurances of everything being fine and safe from their guide gave her the courage she needed to press her lips into the edge and start to drink up the powerful liquid.

  His hand reached up behind the bowl and tilted it upwards, increasing the speed of the flow and forcing her to gulp down every drop of the liquid, even as she began to gag.

  “Yes, good,” he said with a nod as the strong tasting liquid burned washed down her throat until there was nothing left to drink, Dani coughing as the bowl was dragged away,

  “What was that!?” she asked with a whine, the bitter taste burned into her tastebuds, making her eyes water, “It tasted disgusting. Ew I think I’m gonna hurl.”

  She tried to stand up onto her feet but as soon as she put strength into her legs she stumbled back down onto the stool, the doctor having to grab at her shoulders to stop her from tumbling backwards.

  “What’s going on?” she asked as her eyelids began to grow heavy and her body started to feel weak.

  “Is good, good yes,” he told her as his face slowly left her vision, as did everything else as Dani stumbled off into the world of sleep.

  Dani’s eyes snapped open as she sat up sharply. She was no longer sitting in the brewing room, she was sitting on the large bed she’d been shown earlier.

  It was far from the luxury she knew at home, a bed made from straw, plants and the fur of animals. However that was the least of her concerns, she was more interested in what had happened, how she got there and why all her clothes were missing.

  She’d only just awoke and yet her body was flooded with energy, it felt like it was surging out of her. Perhaps that was the reason why she was feeling so damn hot.

  It wasn’t a heat that left her body sweating, it was a heat that was burning up in her loins and making them ache and throb. If she wasn’t already naked she was have been stripping out of her clothes to try and cool the hot stroke that was rushing over her yet that wouldn’t give her the satisfaction she desired.

  Her fingers crawled down her body and began to rub between her thighs, dipping against that dripping pink wetness as hot pants flowed from her lips. She felt so uncontrollably horny.

  The whines and groans which slipped from her lips attracted attention as the veil covering the door was parted by the witch doctor who stood in the doorway completely naked with his large, throbbing, erection standing tall.

  Dani was shocked that he was able to hide such a giant cock under that small loincloth. He’d been concealing a snake, a shaft that put any of her previous boyfriends to deep shame.

  Her eyes were glued onto the pulsing manhood as aching throbs of need races through her pussy, Dani’s hips rolling in place against her own fingers as she began to deeply crave that fat, firm, dick.

  The witch doctor approached her, his body carrying a strong, intoxicating smell which seemed to gush directly into her mind, caressing her in a brain melting aura that made her gag for his attention.

  Soon he was pressed down over her as she felt that fire in her loins surging hotter and hotter. His presence made her need it more, him being so close sent her from feeling hot to burning up in sexual need.

  “Please,” she whined up to him in a deeply sexual voice, her eyes fluttering as hot pants flowed from her trembling lips, “I need it, I need it bad.”

  “Fuck, now,” he grunted as he slapped that fat cock against her puffy pussy lips, sending a sensation surge of bliss shooting up through her body, making her legs tremble in joy, “We breed.”

  He grinded his body around, rubbing against her wet pinkness before his cockhead was kissing into her pussy lips tightly, making her heart pound with such intensity she feared it was pulse straight through her heaving chest.

  “Yes breed me, please,” she squealed out, rubbing herself back into his body, her sanity waning.

  His large, muscular, black body pushed down into her small, curvy, pale form, penetrating her tight pussy with his huge ebony python.

  Her screams shot out and reached all corners of the hut as her small body was filled up with a beast of a cock. She could see why a certain saying was true, his size was unbelievable and it m
anaged to rub her in all the right places at the same time.

  That soft, velvety, wet pussy was stretched open to accommodate the monstrous girth of his beasty black cock as he pushed his hips down into her to not only spread her but invade her deeply.

  Inch after inch of his shaft pressed down into her body, leaving a bulge imprinted on her stomach as he sealed up every inch of her needy twat and pressed up against her womb, filling her body to the brim.

  Being filled up should have calmed her down but the way his dick slapped to her womb’s opening sent a wave of instincts kicking through her body. It was like he’d pressed a button and had turned on the breeding desires in her body. Her womb was throbbing, aching for seed; it needed to be knocked up so badly.