by Sasha Scott
She rubbed a hand against her temple. It wasn’t the fact she was tired, despite having only just awoken her body actually felt like it was overflowing with energy yet her mind felt so very hazy.
“What happened?” she groaned out to herself.
“What happened is you saw something we didn’t plan on you seeing,” a booming, commanding, voice piped out through the hut. There was one member of the tribe who could carry such authority in his voice. Seeing as they were in his hut it was no surprise to find him there.
Izzy had met the village chief the day before when she was allowed to stay with him. As the chief of the whole village he had the largest and most luxurious accomodation of them all. Rather appropriately he was also the largest member of the tribe in both height and build.
While he only covered his modesty in the same way as the rest of the tribe, with a simple loincloth hanging down over himself, he was dressed in manners of feathers and headwear to make him stand out above all other members in the tribe.
Sitting in his grand throne he looked down upon Izzy who had to twist her body around to face up to the village ruler.
“What did you do to Dani?” Izzy panted up at the ruler as she began to feel her body heating up. It felt like her insides were on fire!
“The same thing we have done to you little lady. We just give you a little something to make you feel more at home here.”
The heat that circulated through her body only grew more and more intense, her cheeks starting to grow red as she gasped up for air.
Her fingers gripped tightly into her clothing. She was dressed like an explorer, a tight, small green outfit that showed enough flesh to keep cool and keep herself mobile while being very modest. However it wasn’t keeping her very cool when she felt a supernova pulsing through her veins.
“What’s happening to me?” she asked him, her words coming out as a long wheeze as the temperature was becoming unbearable for the poor girl.
“You are simply learning your place in the pecking order. You are learning what is your role in this village,” he told her as he grasped a hold of his loincloth, tugging off his body with a firm pull, “Here men are the providers. Women are simply meant for breeding.”
Her eyes were drawn to his big black cock as soon as he pulled it free. Big wasn’t doing it justice. It was big for a man of his stature but he was already a titan, a giant bordering on man. His cock was enormous, it was thicker than her arm; longer too.
She dragged herself closer without even thinking about it, she was in total awe. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest as her eyes were glued onto the sight of that firm slab of black meat which was pulsing in the air like a column. Before she knew anything about it she was nestled between his thighs looking up at his majestic manhood, drowning her senses in his aura.
“I was going to save you for tonight but now that we have forced into action we may as well begin. Show me what you can do little lady.”
Izzy wasn’t a slut, she certainly didn’t think of herself as one, but when he told her what to do she did it and within her moments her lips were dragging up along the underside of his firm cock with her tongue licking up the strong taste of his masculinity.
Her pussy, boiling in heat and need was throbbing readily, leaking juices into her sweat coated outfit as the intoxicating scent of his body flooded into her mind and further stirred that haze that was leaving her feeling so dizzy and euphoric.
The chief’s large, strong, commanding hand rested on the back of her head and guided her upwards, showing her mouth up the length of his shaft to the bulbous head.
Hot breaths flowed from her parted lips as she embraced his manhood with a soft squeeze in her velvety pillows, her mouth suckling onto his tip as her body trembled in lust. Her mind barely remembered being force fed such a powerful drink, one that seemed more than capable of turning the civilised white girls into tribal breeding sluts.
Hungrily she ravished the cock in her mouth. She struggled to stretch her lips open to accommodate the monstrous girth of his cock, the beast dripping with her saliva, her small, soft hands pumping along the exposed, glossed, length, needing both hands to wrap around his python.
“I don’t think you’ll fit that in there,” the chief groaned down to her as she struggled with his manhood, “that hole isn’t designed to take man. You shall undress for me and then we shall continue.”
She had such a strong reaction to his words. She felt like she still had full control over herself but she couldn’t resist him. She didn’t need to do as he asked but she wanted to do as he asked, or told.
Soon the green fabric was dropping off her body, exposing the pale flesh which contrasted with the tanned, brown, skin which coated her face and her limbs.
Her adventurer's garb slipped away, followed by her plain white underwear, the panties soaked, until she was completely exposed in front of the chief, her face red and her heart pulsing, pussy lips glistening with need as she stood before him, aching for his touch.
“Good woman,” he told her as he patted a hand down upon his lap, drawing attention to his stallion of a black shaft, “now come to me and take my children.”
She shivered as she moved closer to him, slowly starting to mount his body, climbing up onto his lap. Her small pussy kissed to the head of his giant cock, she was in awe at just how huge his manhood was. It looked like it could split her in half.
However she couldn’t resist him. Despite stripping down naked her body still felt uncontrollably hot, she was still burning up with her pussy pulsing in need. She had an itch that needed to be scratched and he was the only one who could scratch it.
Izzy rolled her hips forward and back, her fingers latching onto his shoulders as she lubed him up with her dripping pussy juices, adding to that saliva coating which was already running down his shaft.
Even though his cock had been coated in her juices from both top and bottom still she struggled to push herself down around his girth. He was a brute, a half giant; she didn’t believe she’d be able to take it al..
“Silly little girl doing bad job,” he said with a sigh, shaking his head. He took a firm hold of her sides, his strong hands holding her sides. With authority as the man he pulled her down firmly and pierced her tight pussy with his big, black, cock, “allow me to help.”
As her tight, small, body was stretched open by such a huge man she released a long squeal, her fingers clinging onto his muscular form. It was her first time, she should have been in agony. But that giant cock in her pussy, it felt euphoric.
“So little lady, does it feel good?” he asked with a chuckle, seeing the way she groaned from her quivering lips.
“So good, so good,” she slurred out messily, face glowing red, lips drooling, eyes watering as her insides were filled to the brim.
“You want more, yes?”
“Yes, more, please,” she begged him, words dripping with sexual need.
“Good, together we will fill your stomach with my young.”
The veins pulsed in the back of his hands as he kept a firm grasp of that slender body and began to work his hips, drilling the force of his body upwards into her tight, pink, slit, violating it with his tribal meat, making her soft buns clap down into him and her tits shake up and down.
Every thrust of his body sunk that large dick up against her womb. The strike didn’t fill her with satisfaction, it only filled her with an even greater need. Being fucked by his cock was amazing but she needed more than just that, she needed his seed filling up her body.
She could feel his hefty balls swinging up to meet each powerful thrust of his body, the swollen orbs giving her behind a firm spanking. Such large tanks promised to fill her up with enough body to drown her eggs and keep her knocked up until the end of time and she loved it.
Any thoughts she had about the outside world, her home, were slowly starting to melt away with every thrust of his cock up into her pussy. She’d always wanted to experience a tribal village and n
ow she was starting to feel like she’d never want to stop experiencing it, she wanted to stay forever, stay as the chief’s breeder girl.
Izzy could feel something bubbling through her body, a pulse of pleasure coursing through her veins as her body tightened up and an explosion of orgasmic bliss rippled over her, sending the feeling of heaven washing through her from head to toe.
While she was driven to orgasm he was not. She quivered and throbbed time and again, a magical feeling of euphoria coursing through her but he just kept on going, working into her body and pounding his bulbous cock deep into her sweet, fertile, loins.
He was a beast in the body of a man, the way he could just keep on thrusting into her without slowing, without weakening. Her behind was glowing red from the raw contact of his body clapping into hers and she’d been forced to so many orgasms it had made her lose count, her entire body tingling.
Her body was begging for his seed, obsessed with need for his seed. Looking down at her the chief could see the obvious lust, the obsession, the desire burned into her expression.
His limit was finally approaching. He could feel that rush bubbling up inside of him, on the verge of being released. It was only fair to warn her that she was about to get knocked up with his tribal seed.
“It time little lady, time to breed you. Here comes my children,” he grunted down to her as he grasped her firmly and pulled her all the way down to the base of his cock which pulsed and throbbed in her body and began to fill her with his virile seed.
A gasp poured from her lips as her curvy body shivered in place feeling all of that warmth spreading to her insides, her womb being filled with a hot cum filling.
With his huge cock, his giant body and his heavy, swollen, nuts it was no surprise that he had such a large amount of cum to offer to her body. It wasn’t long until her womb was being bloated and she was finding it hard to keep it all contained inside her fertile center. Soon the surge of jizz was rushing back around his throbbing length and pouring from her juicy twat.
Her eyes rolled into her skull, her teeth gritting together as she was bred by the giant villager, his tribal children being bred into her womb, her body being marked as his brood slut.
His orgasm seemed to last a lifetime until he was done putting his claim on her holes. Her body collapsed forwards into his large muscular chest, her breaths deep and heavy as she gasped for air, stomach swollen.
The chief brushed his commanding hands down over her head, brushing through her brunette hair as she laid panting on his body.
“You will breed me many wonderful children little lady. You will be here for a very long time.”
She couldn’t deny him. Her mind seeked his commands, her heart pined for his attention and her womb was being filled with his child. Her simple trip to the Amazon was turning into a life changing experience and she still had two friends in line to feel the same wonder.
Jungle Fever 3
Never before had the girls experienced a festival like that which the village was throwing.
Under the natural glow of a star filled night sky, further illuminated by the hot glow of a roaring fire, the sound of beating drums filled with the rainforest air as the locals danced wildly around the rising flame.
It was a party to welcome the newcomers into the village with a show of how the locals celebrated.
There was food aplenty, cups were overflowing with drink and the dust of the dirt floor was kicked up by the beating, dancing, swirling feet of the locals, leaving the air glistening with a flame reflecting shimmer.
Both Shelley and Amber were enjoying the event to some degrees despite it being outside their usual range of experiences. However they couldn’t help feel bothered about the way their fellow friends were experiencing the event.
Just like Dani had to start with, Izzy had also taken a leaf out of the local’s book when she decided to do away with her usual style of dress, the one that they’d brought with them from home, and instead was wearing the traditional garb of the village.
Not only were the two of them dancing around with their breasts and behinds on full show, shaking and swaying, they were also getting very physical with the villagers.
When dancing they didn’t keep their distance. When a thick, black, muscular tribesmen came dancing close the two of them pressed their tanned, caramel, bodies in tightly, grinding flesh on flesh in something bordering on the sexual.
Amber shook her head as once again she saw Dani and Izzy grinding back, allowing the locals to rub their strong hands over their curves.
“Unbelievable,” she complained, a sight slipping from her lips, “a few days in the village and the two of them have turned into sluts. Did they only want to come here to fuck around with the locals?”
“Come on, they ain’t like that,” Shelley protested, even if she was shocked with the way her friends were acting.
It was like their inhibitions had been packed away with the rest of their clothing; they almost seemed like different people. The way they were letting the natives touch them and the way they were touching back.
“Then what do you call that?” Amber complained, pointing to Dani and Izzy stroking their hands over the body of one of the many huge, muscular, black males in the village, “They’re flirting with these savages.”
“I don’t think they’re savage.”
“They live in huts, dress in rags and barely speak a proper language. If we aren’t lucky we’ll probably end up being roasted on an open flame.”
A gullible Shelley didn’t like the sound of that one bit as she squealed and grasped a hold of Amber’s arm, clinging on tightly for dear life. Izzy and Dani both took a good time to return from fraternizing with the locals.
“Hey what are you two doing?” Izzy asked, her body almost completely on display.
“Yeah you two should dance as well, it’s super fun!” Dani said cheerly.
“No thanks,” Amber sighed out, “wouldn’t want to get in the way of you flirting with the locals.”
“What we aren’t flirting?” Izzy said, not that the scoff Amber replied with showed she’d managed to convince her.
“Yes sure you ain’t. Rubbing your naked body onto theirs, all just a spot of fun. You on a two woman crusade to make them think all white girls are sluts?”
Izzy sighed as she took Dani’s hand and began to pull her back to the height of the party, the villagers dancing around an open flame.
“Come on Dani, let’s leave the grouch and Shelley alone.”
Shelley popped her head out after her two half dressed friends had departed from the scene and asked, “Don’t you think you were being a bit rude?”
“Well they deserved it for acting like sluts. They’re giving us all a bad name. If those two keep at it these brutes will be trying it on with us next.”
“What are you talking about?”
“They’ll be coming to fuck you next!”
Shelley went back to clinging and hiding, forcing a long sigh out of Amber’s lips. She had to babysit the dummy in the group and watch the rest of their pack turn into sluts, just brilliant.
She pushed one of the mud cups into Shelley while she grasped a hold of the other, “Stop being such a baby. Come on let’s drink up. Bit of alcohol should help us get over being abandoned.”
The two of them tapped their cups together before starting to drink the contents. The alcohol was incredibly strong, almost overwhelming and seemed to burn down their throats rather than any sort of soothing.
“This drink tastes awful,” Shelley complained, spluttering up, tongue hanging out.
“What the heck do these savages let pass for drink?” Amber continued in protest before she felt her body stumble slightly.
The image of the roaring flame and the dancing mass of bodies surrounding it slowly began to get blurred and hazy. She tried to lift an arm up to rub her eyes but she couldn’t seem to find the energy to control her body the way she wanted to; sudden exhaustion was gripping her.
It wasn’t long before the world in front of Amber was going the same way, all the colors, the hot reds and oranges melting away until everything was one solid shade of black, the girl passing out on the dirt flood with a thud.
Amber’s body sat up bolt straight as she found herself awakening, filled with a sudden wave of energy. It wasn’t that she felt refreshed but she did feel like her body was overflowing with that energy, making her body glow in heat.
The sound of banging drums and the sight of dancing that she had seen last as her eyes grew heavy and she collapsed had all but vanished. It had been replaced with the sound of moans and the sight of bodies grinding together in intercourse.