He moved seamlessly in and out, filling me to his ball sacks. I grasped at the vines to hold myself in place as he began to pound, first with easy, breathless strokes, and then with harder, deeper thrusts that left me gasping for air.
“Oh—my—God—it’s—so—good!” My head was down and my eyes were closed. The beast behind me was pleasuring himself in me. He went in so deeply I could almost feel it in my stomach. “Fuck me you big, white ape. Fuck me!” A wanton harlot had taken over my person, and she was acting on my behalf. I was powerless to stop her. Now I knew what it felt like to be Evelyn.
His thrusts hit something deep within me that made me shiver with pleasure. It was some sort of erotic pressure point. The end of his cock butted against it over and over. I contracted around the throbbing mass with each push. I gasped. The pleasurable edges of release made themselves known. I tumbled towards the abyss. I welcomed it wholeheartedly. I arched my back and thrust out my bottom to take him even deeper. The sound of skin smacking against skin echoed in the jungle.
“Oh…God…I’m…going—to—come!” I screamed with the intensity of the orgasm that shattered my will and left me breathless and spent. I shook violently and bit my lower lip with the ecstasy that was overloading my senses. I tasted blood in my mouth.
He pulled his cock free. I turned around, and his huge member was poised before my face. I opened for him and sucked greedily. His hands went to my head as he held me firmly and groaned. He tasted salty and musky; it was the intoxicating aroma of lovemaking. I reveled in the texture of his anatomy and the urgency I felt from the pressure he applied to the back of my head. He was nearing his own release. I took him deep into my throat until I gagged. He pulled himself from my mouth. I watched as he pumped his meat expertly, the tip of his cock pointed at my face. I opened wide, waiting for his seed.
“That’s it. That’s a good ape. Give me that cum.”
He groaned as the first spurt of white cream burst out from the end. It sprayed wildly, hitting my nose, hair, and my forehead. It was like a fire hose loaded with a thousand pounds of pressure. A torrent of semen gushed onto the flattened part of my tongue. There was so much of it that it dripped down the sides of my mouth onto my breasts and beyond. He moaned as yet another hot surge shot out in thin streams splashing my face. Drops dripped from the rounded end.
He groaned and fell backwards onto the vine mattress. I swallowed what was on my tongue. He tasted slightly bitter. I took what was left of my dress and wiped my face. I crawled over and lay next to him. His arm went around me. I gazed at the canopy of foliage over our heads. Slivers of blue sky peeked through the tree branches. I yawned and closed my eyes.
Chapter Twelve
After our nap, the ape-man lowered me to the jungle floor using one of the hanging vines. A short distance away was a river that flowed gently and collected in a shallow area ideal for swimming. The sandy banks felt soft on the bottoms of my feet. We waded in and washed ourselves in the late afternoon sun. I wanted to ask him what his name was and why he had captured me, but he didn’t speak English. We communicated somewhat stiltedly through hand gestures and facial expressions.
After having bathed, we returned to the vine platform. He climbed up with impossible strength. I glanced at him and waited for help, but instead, he tossed down my boots. My chemise drifted to me like a white, billowing sail. What was happening? He then flung his leg over and climbed down. Did he want me to get dressed? Being naked and clean felt wonderful. I hated having to put my feet back into the smelly leather boots. If I had my way, I’d burn the offending items in the nearest fire pit.
He gestured to me and pointed at the boots. Then he spoke and it sounded familiar. The Azande had a similar language. Again, he pointed to the boots.
“Oh, all right.” I slid them on and tossed the chemise over my head. My hair was wet and hung heavily down my back.
Waving his hand, he bade me to come. We began to walk through the jungle. He seemed to know where he was going. I followed several steps behind. We were on a small path. Some time later, we stopped abruptly. I glanced at him in confusion. He said something to me in a gentle, easy tone. Then he bent down and hauled me over his shoulder. I gasped. I clung to him as he began to climb a tree, branch-to-branch, higher and higher. I could have climbed this myself. I wasn’t completely helpless. Why did he have to carry me around like a sack of potatoes? Our height was so great, I was afraid to look down. He spoke again and patted my bottom with what seemed like reassurance. A moment later, I realized why.
Grabbing onto a thick vine, we were swiftly airborne and hurtling through the jungle from vine to vine. As he swung to the next, he grasped it, and then let go of the first. This maneuver was repeated over and over. We were covering a tremendous area in a short period of time. My hair whipped into my face. It had dried thoroughly now. I screamed several times when his movements were especially jerky. To be carried through the jungle on the shoulders of a muscled ape was a singular experience.
“Aah-aah-aaaah-aah-aah!”
His loud victory cry rang out far and wide. Several birds batted their wings and flew away. I sensed we were descending because the foliage began to thicken and the light dimmed. We ended on a branch several feet above the ground. He set me on my feet beside him and jumped down. Reaching up, he waited for me. He caught me easily.
“Thank you.”
He grunted in reply. His broad shoulders reminded me of another set of broad shoulders. Max. Would I ever see him again? Feelings of loss and loneliness registered. I’d never experienced this before. I’d never missed anyone so acutely, not even my parents.
We walked on briefly until we came to a clearing. Several warriors greeted us at the edge of the wood. These weren’t Azande. They hadn’t filed their teeth to pointy ends. None of them had straws through their noses. Tattooed and naked, they held spears and clubs. I noticed children running and laughing behind them. They carried miniature bows and arrows. We had come to a village. Cattle inhabited a green, grassy meadow and several goats were in the distance. A series of huts had been erected with fire pits blazing. The sun was setting; casting warm, mysterious shadows all round us.
While the ape-man was in conversation with the tribesmen, a woman exited a hut and began to walk towards us. She wore a red sarong that was wrapped around her tall, thin body and tied at the neck. Her movements were graceful, her limbs elegant. Brass bangles encircled her wrists and clanged as she walked. Her coffee colored face was flawless with expressive black eyes, arching brows, and a mouth that was as lush as the sweetest fruit.
She addressed the white ape. Their exchange was brief. She glanced at me curiously, carefully taking in my appearance. Something odd happened then. The man who had stolen me from my friends grasped my face between his strong hands. He stared at me for a long moment and kissed me. Stunned, I sucked in a breath and kissed him back. It was warm and sweet and lingering. Was this farewell? He drew away and smiled. Then he stepped into the jungle and disappeared.
I glanced at the African woman and wondered what was going to happen now.
“Come with me,” she said.
“Oh, thank God. You speak English.” This was an astonishing turn of events. “Who are you? What is this place?” She walked ahead, ignoring my questions. “I have to find my friends. I’ve been kidnapped.” She continued to walk. Why wasn’t she answering me?
The warriors followed us at a distance. Were they there in case I tried to escape? Several women with watering pots poised jauntily on their heads were nearing. An animal was being roasted on a spit, and it smelled delicious. I was led down a path to a grass hut. Once inside, several women were waiting. A large tin of water sat on the floor next to numerous animal pelts.
“Take off clothes,” the woman in red said.
“What?” Panic gripped me.
She gestured towards the animal hides. “Take clothes off. Sit here.”
What on earth was going on? Who were these people? What did they wa
nt with me? She was growing impatient. Her pretty features glinted with determination. Tall, and thin, she towered over me, and I sensed an undercurrent of unspoken threat.
“Fine.” I lifted the chemise over my head and pulled my boots off. “Happy now?”
“Sit.” She indicated the animal pelts.
“Good grief.”
I did as I was told and sat on the soft fur. One of the other women approached with a shiny razor and a small wooden bowl. What was she going to do with that? The women advanced on me and grabbed my wrists, pinning me down.
“What are you doing?” I screamed and thrashed against them, trying to gain my freedom. Their hands were like vices.
“No move,” she warned sternly.
Steely hands clamped around my ankles holding my legs apart. I had been skewered and exposed, feeling naked and vulnerable. I’d never been so petrified in my life. A native knelt between my legs and began to cover my mound with a foamy substance. They were going to shave me! Good Lord, in heaven.
“You people are sick! Stop that!” My protests fell on deaf ears.
The woman was adept at her work and used the long blade carefully to work away my blonde hair. She pushed aside my labia to gain access to my nooks and crannies. Her skill was impressive. In a short period of time I had been shaved in the most delicate areas without a single nick. I was rinsed and dried with a brown cloth.
The woman in red knelt between my thighs to examine the end result. She dipped her hand in something clear and rubbed it against my sensitive skin. It was a type of oil. Her finger moved back and forth over my slit in deliberate strokes, stimulating and lubricating me.
What the hell is going on?
I struggled not to moan. My baby soft skin was sensuously slick. I had no idea being shaved would feel this good. The women holding my hands and ankles began to loosen their grip. It was futile to fight them. She began to explore my inner folds. Her finger dipped into my hole, going deeper and deeper. The ape-man had done this. When he’d discovered me to be less than virginal, he had taken me most pleasurably.
The expression that passed over the native’s face was perplexing. She thrust her finger in as deep as it would go. She hadn’t encountered a barrier. This seemed to upset her. Her features twisted unpleasantly.
No! I’m not a virgin, you dumb bitch!
I was getting tired of being violated like this. I was a grown woman! It was my business if I chose to sleep with a man or not. I hadn’t been a virgin since my thirteenth birthday. That night, Evelyn had taken my maidenhead with the wooden tool.
She said something to one of the other women. They seemed unhappy.
I sat up, suddenly angry. “Stop touching me now!”
They grabbed me again and held me down. A smirk came over my captor’s face, and her chin lifted fractionally. Her finger was still buried deep inside my slit. She began to slide it in and out in provoking, seductive strokes. I gasped in pleasure. I didn’t want to enjoy this experience, but I suspected I would. Her stroking ran even deeper as she plunged in and rubbed up against something wickedly wonderful at the top of my vaginal wall. One of the other women toyed with my clit.
“Oh…no…don’t…”
The native extracted her finger and glanced at its wetness. She drew it into her mouth and sucked. The dark, smoldering look in her eye was sinful. She got to her feet and went to a small woven basket where she removed an item attached to a length of leather. I gasped when I saw what it was. It was a carved piece of wood that resembled a well-endowed penis. She removed her red sarong and tied the apparatus around her waist.
“Oh, my God.” She’s going to fuck me with that thing!
A firm finger continued to rub over my lubricated skin, prodding against my clit. The lack of hair made the movement so sinuously fluid, I gasped in utter bliss. It was the most wonderful feeling ever.
The phallus protruded out before her dark, flawless skin. It looked bizarre on her since her breasts were full and they hung low. How odd. A woman with a cock was a sight indeed!
As she drew nearer, I worried that it might hurt. It was so hard and unforgiving looking. A man’s cock, even when erect, had a certain amount of softness and bend.
She knelt before me. “You like this.”
Her hands went to my pussy and opened the folds. She leaned over me and pressed the wooden cock to my entrance. Another woman’s hand slid down between us and rubbed my clit.
“Oh…” My head fell back. I was going to enjoy it. I didn’t want to, but they were forcing me. I didn’t have a choice in the matter. If this black bitch wanted to fuck me, then so be it. I spread my legs wider. “If you have to... then do it.” I was entirely at their mercy, and wasn’t that a wonderful place to be?
Crossing the threshold, she sunk in deep and began to thrust in and out slowly. Her face was a mask of lust, and her eyes were closed. Gloriously long eyelashes rested on her cheeks. I suspected the wood rubbed against her clitoris with each and every push.
She opened her eyes. “Good, yes?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Can I have more, please?”
She smiled slyly and began to fuck me in earnest, plunging the tool in deep, stretching me wide.
“Oh…God…yes! Yes!”
Squashy sounds filled the little hut. It was the wooden cock sinking in and out of my wet hole. The natives had released my hands and feet. They watched silently. The woman riding me seemed entranced. Her eyes were closed, and the air hissed in and out of her lips with each thrust. The rhythmic movement of her hips caused the instrument to sink in such a delicious way that I began to tingle and burn with need.
“Oooo! Oooo!” I groaned deep in my throat.
She shouted in a language I didn’t understand. The women began chanting in low tones. It was a repetitive utterance that sent me to another time and place. As the sweet force of release loomed, the chants grew louder. The rapid beats of the repeated words matched the thrusts of her hips. A slick finger continued its intimate ministrations. I’d now had two incredible sexual experiences only hours apart. What was it about me that made people want to fuck me?
The force of my need had me suddenly grabbing for her. I held onto firm buttocks that were contracting with each thrust. A woman had never fucked me like this before. Evelyn had used a wooden tool on me often, but it hadn’t been attached to her person. The native seemed to relish dominating me, taking on the man’s role. When she felt the rush coming, she slowed her movements. My fingers on her bottom were urging, almost begging her to fuck me harder. I was incredibly close to the edge. I wanted to reach oblivion.
“Oh…God…YES!”
I arched my back and screamed. The wave of release washed over me in a slow trickle until the damn burst and I was flooded with sensation. My female lover ground against me and shuddered. She murmured brokenly, clearly in the throws of euphoria. Then she gently withdrew the wooden tool a tiny fraction at a time. Lifting it to her lips, she pushed it in deep, sucking it clean.
“You meet chief now.” She sounded breathless.
I stared at her in shock.
Chapter Thirteen
I was given a lovely silk wrap that I draped around myself and tied at the neck. The fabric had come from far away. This tribe had had substantial contact with the outside world. The women brushed my hair with a proper hairbrush. They held the blonde strands, admiring the silken tresses. When I was presentable, I was escorted out of the tent. We followed a path that was lit with intermittent torches. I was being led to a large dwelling in the middle of the property. The soft sounds of drums and the smell of roasting meat made my stomach clench with hunger.
Oil lamps cast a dim glow over the interior of the windowless hut. The dirt floor had been covered with various animal pelts. There was an enormous pile of ivory against the far wall. The furniture was minimal with three legged stools and rustic looking tables. Orchids in whites, yellows, and pinks sat on the tables. Their fragrance lingered in the air. Baskets, barrels,
and large copper tubs were used for storage.
The chief was seated on a makeshift throne that had been draped with leopard pelts. His face was obscured from my vantage point, but the copper armlets he wore glinted in the muted light. He was a white man! Three women were at his feet. They were attending to him personally. Two were sucking his cock, while the third had her head between his legs.
My escort said, “You pleasure chief.” She nodded towards him.
When his face came into view, I gasped. “Father!”
His head snapped to attention, and he stared at me. “Jane?”
Oh, my God. “It’s you!”
“Jane?” He appeared stunned. “Leave me be.”
He shooed the women away and got to his feet. He dismissed my escort as well. Her astonished expression was priceless. He wore a green kilt and a small headdress of beads and feathers and nothing else. His chest was bare. I had never seen him in anything other than proper attire.
“Good lord,” he said. “What in heaven are you doing here?”
I flung myself into his arms. “It’s lovely to see you! I’ve been searching for you for weeks. Thank God you’re alive. Oh, thank God.”
“I was told a white woman had been found. I never thought it would be you. You foolish girl.” He hugged me fiercely. “What madness brings you to Africa?”
“You! I had to find you. I was with an expedition. A white-ape kidnapped me and brought me here. Evelyn’s with me. I brought the provisions you asked for in your last letter. I don’t know where they are now, though.”
“Come sit.” He indicated the animal pelts.
At that moment, a parade of natives entered carrying baskets and carved wooden bowls filled with chicken, fish, biscuits, and bananas. There was rice and cassava as well. My stomach growled furiously.
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