Jungle Fever: Complete Series

by Sasha Scott

The circle of throbbing black meat came closing in to ravish the bodies of four horny white visitors. They only planned to stay a few weeks but after the hospitality they’d been shown they were going to have to extend that stay a wee bit.

  Perhaps the rest of their lives would suffice? After all they were black cock breeding sluts now.

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  Camille checked her phone again in frustration. Battery close to full. Reception dead as dead can be. It wasn’t really too surprising though seeing as she was deep in the heart of the Amazon rainforest.

  It wasn’t like she was planning on using her phone while she was on the trip it was more her hand was forced. She’d came into the forest to film a documentary about life in the rainforest but along the way the car she was driving in got separated from the vehicle containing the equipment, the cameramen and the other tech guys who made the whole operation work.

  The young up and comer had no idea where the rest of her team had gotten to and with her phone reception dead there was no way to contact them. Even if she went back and found a signal how would she contact them if they were in the same boat?

  “Seriously how did those idiots get lost?” she complained to the driver, her guide for the visit, Roque.

  He’d agreed to accompany her and her team on the trip, taking them to a tribe within the rainforest that they could study and film for their documentary.

  “The rainforest is a complex place Miss. Camille,” he said back to her, not taking his eyes off the poor excuse for a road in front of them, “there are many twists and many turns, it is easy to take a wrong turn.”

  “All they had to do was follow you. Follow. I didn’t expect them to get out a map and compass and go exploring. I didn’t ask them to be Christopher Columbus. All they had to do was follow us there.”

  “Do not worry Miss. Camille. Once I have taken you to the village I shall set out to find the rest of your team. I am sure they will simply be lost somewhere nearby, or managed to retrace the path back.”

  “Oh sure,” she sneered, rolling her eyes as she slouched in the seat next to him, “they totally managed to find their way out. Those lot will probably find it hard finding their way out their car.”

  As she was sighing out their car stopped in a small clearing in the jungle.

  “I am afraid we have to continue on foot from here. Once we arrive I shall go hunting from your friends.”

  Out she stepped from the car, the temperature hot and the air humid, sweat already glistening over the skin she was showing on her arms, legs and down the front of her chest, her shirt hanging open loosely.

  She fixed her explorer’s hat tightly to her head to protect herself from the rays peeking in from the thick, green, canopy above as she stretched out her joints.

  “Is it far?” she asked her guide.

  “It is some way but I am sure it will be no issue for a young woman like yourself. Now please, follow me.”

  Isolated away from her team the young media prodigy ventured on into the thick, humid, Amazon rainforest accompanied only by her newly acquired guide.

  Some way was something of an understatement. By the time she finally arrived at the edge of the village she could feel the muscles on her legs were aching and her clothes felt soaked in sweat.

  “This is the place?” she asked, her breathing heavy as her sight sprawled over a large, tribal, village hidden deep in the heart of the rainforest.

  It was like something straight out of a picture book with huts made from combinations of mud and plant with animal hide covered villagers roaming between the villages.

  “Yes, this is our village Miss. Camille. May you please make yourself at home.”

  Camille presumed that Roque was simply tall individually. His height towered over hers, he must have been well in the six foot range heading towards seven foot, and his frame was massive too. However now she’d arrived in the village she discovered he wasn’t an anomaly, all the male villagers were giants, with thick, muscular, black bodied.

  “Wow, this place is amazing,” she gasped out, looking across the picturess tribal community. It was even more incredible than she imagined, having been a city girl her whole life.

  “Ah thank you Miss. Camille. However now I am in a bother. I must find your friends before it goes dark however I do not wish to leave you here with no assistance.”

  “Well do any of these locals speak English? They do know I’m supposed to be coming, don’t they?”

  Roque looked across the village before he snapped his fingers and smiled, “Ah yes I think I have found the solution. I see Izzy, she shall be your guide.”

  Taking a firm hold of her arm Roque dragged Camille across the village a short distance where they came across a young woman.

  Unlike the men of the village, who looked to have their genetics spliced in with some sort of race of giants, she was average in height with her frame being thrown off by the large, pregnant, stomach which bulged from her front.

  Heavy, exposed, breasts rested down her chest as the dark skinned beauty looked up at the couple.

  “Hi Roque,” she replied, her English perfect unlike Roque who despite being fluent definitely had holes in his use of language, and a strong accent, “who is your friend?”

  “Izzy this is Miss. Camille. I shall need you to handle her while I go to find her friends.”

  “That’s fine,” the pregnant girl said with a smile as she rose to her feet, offering her hand to Camille, “my name is Izzy. I’ll be your guide to our wonderful village.”

  “Erm… thanks. I’m Camille,” the reporter replied, rather surprised by the fluency and tone of the girl.

  “Ah yes ladies thank you. I shall now depart. Izzy please take good care of her.”

  “Okay Roque, I’ll see you later,” she said, waving him away before she began to guide the young reporter to follow her lead, “Come on, follow me, I’ll show you around.”

  Handed from one girl to another Camille followed after the curious teenager. Despite being so young she was already so heavily pregnant and yet she still had such a strong grasp on the English language. What was the deal with that girl?

  Once Camille had been given a tour of the village she discovered that the strange girl Izzy was also not an anomaly among the village. She met more good looking young pregnant girls who managed to possess perfect english and accents that were more pleasing on her ears rather than the strong tang of the jungle.

  Even their names were strange. She expected to come across more exotic names yet the four girls she met; Izzy, Dani, Shelley and Amber all had what she was count as American, or Canadian, names. Her own French sounding name seemed more exotic than theirs.

  She sat in a hut, surrounded by the pregnant ladies while Izzy was off preparing drinks. Camille didn’t want to seem rude but she was just far too curious not to ask.

  “Excuse me, ladies?” she asked with a clearing cough, drawing the attention away from their conversation, “I gotta ask, you know, about…”

  “You mean about our bellies?” Shelley finished, rubbing a hand over her large pregnant bump. All the girls looked to be deep in pregnancy, heading towards the magic nine month mark.

  “No stupid,” Amber scolded, “it’ll be about how we sound, right?”

  Camille nodded, her cheeks blushing softly, almost like she was intruding too far, “Yeah that and… you know, everything else,” Shelley even had blonde hair.

  Amber grinned back, a small giggle slipping from her lips, “Hmm just as I expected, you haven’t been able to take your eyes off us ever since you’d seen us.”

  “It’s a funny story actually--” Dani began to explain before she was cut off by Amber.

  “But we’ll let Izzy handle it. Looks like she’s just coming back now.”

  Just as she said Izzy was on her way back over, a wooden tray in her hand with a selection of mud modeled cups balanced on the wide surface.

  She went around to everybody handing them a cup like she
was a waitress in a restaurant, her large pregnant stomach and almost complete lack of outfit being the perfect tool to break immersion.

  “Were you finally asking about us?” Izzy said as she arrived, leaning in front of Camille, her large, tanned, breasts hanging down, completely exposed as she handed her a cup.

  “Yeah. You guys just seem… different from the men of the village.”

  Izzy giggled, already knowing the tale and who the next victim to the web would be, looking down at Camille with a knowing smile.

  “Well I’ll tell you all about it over drinks. Now come on, get it down ya. Don’t want our hospitality to seem wasted.”

  All the girls watched Camille in a fashion that made her feel slightly unnerved and pressured. Before their eyes actually managed to burn holes in her body she pressed her lips to the side of the cup and gulped down the powerful liquid.

  It tasted like an incredibly strong alcohol, the flavor of nothing being incredibly overpowering, burning down her throat and leaving the tastebuds on her tongue down on their knees as she began to cough.

  “Oh boy,” she said, hitting her own chest to try and clear her throat, “that’s some strong stuff? What do you put in these glasses? I don’t know if I could take drinking that everyday.”

  “Don’t worry, you only need to drink it once,” Izzy giggled down at her, the other pregnant tribal women giggling as well, Camille looking around in confusion. What was so funny?

  While she was trying to find the punchline she suddenly felt a throb in her head, a sudden surge that seemed to wreck her balance, almost toppling her down to the floor.

  She managed to catch and steady her forehead in her hand but as she looked back up the room was starting to spin and the faces of the girls who had been treating her so warmly were starting to blur and swirl.

  “W-what’s happening?” Camille asked in a panic, weakly lifting her arms up as she tried to find help, but she stumbled at the same time the strength sapped from her hands, dropping the mug down to the ground as she fell into Izzy’s supporting arms.

  “Shh,” Izzy soothed into her ear, stroking a hand along the back of Camille’s head, “once you wake back up you’ll feel a lot better. Now go to sleep.”

  Camille panicked but it was already too late. The engine had been switched off and she was powering down; she couldn’t even muster any strength in her body to fight it. She could simply wait for the inevitable, for the entire world to go black before her very eyes.

  The sound of slurping and low rumbling rattled through the air, disturbing the sleeping beauty, bringing her up from her slumber.

  Camille sat up sharply, the bright sky that had been shining down from above when she’d first entered the hut with those girls, when she was last awake, had vanished. The sky was dark, only lit up by an array of stars which ran from pole to pole as the Earth around her was kept bright by the glow and blaze of dancing flame.

  Around her it wasn’t just fire which she could observe. The shadows and outlines of bodies shifted, illuminated by the flame’s rays. It was neither simply man or woman but the two combined together.

  Down on their knees were the girls who she had been talking with so normally but moments ago, moments in her conscious world anyway. Now all four of them were pressed down into the dirt, supporting their pregnant bellies beneath them, as they traced their heads up and down the laps of the men at their service.

  Their mouths were packed with the thick, erect, black cocks of the titan like villagers who groaned in pleasure as they had their manhood’s worshipped by an eager band of suckling, female, lips.

  As Camille shifted around to see that the distance was filled with more girls just like them she brushed her arms along her own body and discovered she’d been stripped down to nothing but her birthday suit.

  She appeared to be on some sort of altar with the village surrounding her yet not paying her any attention, all occupied by the allure of flesh.

  While eyes were not focused on her the area she was laid was mobbed by large, muscular, black bodies surrounding small, curvy, tanned women; escaping unseen would not be easy.

  As she tried to spot a way, a path, she could use to slip out of the orgy unseen she noticed the girl who had been her guide, Izzy, straight ahead of her being used like a common whore, her face being fucked by a giant python of a cock.

  In amazement she watched as the girl who didn’t look to be twenty yet handled such a big dick, especially when he gripped her skull and held her down at the base of his manhood, erupting out an explosion of hot, bursting, seed straight down her throat, bulging her neck around his throbbing pole.

  He seemed to cum endlessly before finally pulling her head back, Izzy dropping down onto her back with a wet splash of swinging drool.

  Camille had been caught watching for too long as when Izzy fell back their eyes met. Izzy twisted around with a grin on her lips and slowly began to approach.

  It was Camille’s last chance to escape, and she had the energy to escape but still she couldn’t. Despite the fact she felt as strong as an ox her legs were refusing to listen to her. They were trembling, shivering as her cunt leaked down, dripping onto the stone surface below her.

  She’d awoken with an incredible warmth circulating through her veins, one that she’d quickly been able to identify as lust when her nipples stiffened and her pussy throbbed at the sight of all those huge, black, dicks.

  With the young reporter caught in place like a rabbit in the headlights Izzy was on her, pushing a hand onto her chest, pushing Camille back down onto the stone.

  Without saying a word she mounted over her body, a hand tracing up the length of her thighs before settling down along her wetness, lips finding their place, wrapping around one of her perky, stiff, nipples.

  Small pulses of pleasure shot through Camille’s body as she squirmed against the unforgiving stone surface as the fingers pleasured over her juicy, dripping slit and her chest was suckled upon by the hot, pregnant, teen.

  Eyes had been ignoring Camille as she slept but as Izzy set upon her body, pleasuring her with the touch of another woman, more eyes found themselves admiring that succulent white flesh. She was like a ghost surrounded by all that dark flesh, either natural black or roasted brown by the rays of the sun day after day.

  Izzy’s roasted, deeply tanned, brown flesh grinded against Camille’s soft white skin, making it squirm beneath her, waves of enjoyment shuddering through the horny reporter.

  However, no matter how pleasing the touches were they weren’t helping to cool the heat which was boiling her insides. She was still bubbling up, her insides a cauldron of need.

  Slowly Izzy peeled her lips back, still puckered in tight so the stiff nipple fastened between her plump pillows was tugged upwards, coated in a wet shine before it was let to snap back into her body, making her writhe once more.

  “You need something more, don’t you?” Izzy said to her softly, words dripping in seduction.

  Camille nodded, closing her eyes in shame and embarrassment but she wasn’t let off with such a weak conformation. Her chin was grasp firmly pulled and held in position as Izzy’s tongue licked around the entrance to her ear.

  “Say it, say what you need. I’m sure we can find someone around here to help you.”

  Weakly the words rippled out of Camille’s lips, riding just beneath a groan, “C-cock.”

  Izzy slapped her hand down, the hand which was settled down between Camille’s thighs, giving her wet pussy a sharp, swatting, spank in place.

  “Louder,” Izzy commanded, doing the work for the men of the village, getting their newest toy, their newest breeding slave ready, “Say it loud or we won’t give you a thing.”

  “Cock!” she gasped out again, her crackling voice breaking the night sky, “I need someone to fuck me.”

  With her teasing satisfied Izzy slowly slid her way off of the writhing, needy, dripping Canadian girl who despite having so much energy to burn didn’t have the mental strengt
h to move a muscle. Luckily for her she didn’t need to go anywhere to get what she wanted as the men were more than happy to come to her.

  Before she knew it she’d become the focal point for the village’s attention as she was surrounded by a ring of bodies, especially four pregnant girls she’d already met who draped their hands over her skin, helping to support and position her, on her back with her legs spread open, pussy completely exposed.

  Standing before her was one of those giant tribal brutes. From where she was lying, with her thighs opened up, and her mind intoxicated, they looked even bigger than she’d remembered them. However despite that huge height and wide build most of her amazement was in their cock size.