by Jason Lenov
“What do you mean different?” I asked, still thoroughly confused.
Heather took a deep breath. “I mean sexually. They’re not really westernized in any way,” she explained. “There’s not a lot that’s taboo to these guys.”
“Okay,” I said, still not completely sure what she meant. “What does this have to do with the ritual?” I asked.
“See that’s the thing. It’s kind of why Kwabena brought us here, why he mentioned this in the first place. It’s also why Davison was so eager to get us here.”
“Heather just say it. I still don’t get…”
“They need us for the ritual,” she said, her tone flat. “They think that having sex with a white woman protects them in some way. Keeps civilization at bay and lets them continue leading this life.”
“Okay,” I said cautiously. “It sounds like…it kind of sounds like what we came here for anyways. Right?”
Heather gave a nervous glance back towards the fire.
Kwabena smiled and nodded at her.
“Kind of,” she said.
“Kind of?” I asked.
Heather looked straight into my eyes. “Jason, Kwabena said that sometimes…sometimes people don’t go back.”
“Don’t go back?”
She nodded. “Sometimes people stay. They…I guess they get a feeling for the place.”
I frowned. “Are you worried that…”
Heather shrugged. “I don’t know. That would be crazy, right? Suddenly deciding to stay in this place, to live this life? I thought it sounded crazy, too. But Kwabena said he had to tell us. He didn’t want to lead us into this with a lie. He said that would make the ritual impure.”
I guffawed in disbelief at what I was hearing. “This is crazy,” I muttered. “Heather you’re not actually worried about that, are you?”
She shook her head. “Honestly, I don’t know what to think.”
I found it somewhat unsettling that Heather was taking this so seriously. She was an academic. She didn’t go in for superstitious nonsense like this. “You really think we’re going to be tempted to stay here?” I asked.
She shook her head again. “I don’t know.”
This time I laughed out loud.
Heather frowned.
“Look I don’t know what’s gotten into you but you’re being ridiculous,” I said.
The frown turned to a scowl.
“We’re here, right? We both know why we came. If what just happened to me is anything to go by this is going to be one swinging party,” I said with a wide smile. “Or are you just getting cold feet seeing all that black meat swinging around?” I asked, glancing over at one of the groups of men huddled around the fire.
Heather looked a little taken aback for a moment. Then her expression changed, her mouth forming a tight line across her face. “That was uncalled for,” she said.
“Heather, relax. I’m just joking. Come on, if what just happened to me is anything to go by tonight is going to be super hot.”
The tension left her shoulders but her expression stayed the same. “Okay,” she said after a while. “If you think so.”
“Look,” I said, touching her arm. “I’m sorry. That was kind of a stupid joke to make. I just…I can’t even begin to imagine what it would take to keep us in a place like this. Let’s just have a fun couple of days tripping on whatever crazy root they fed me and having an awesome time.”
I could barely believe my own eagerness. It might have been the lingering effects of the drug but I felt absolutely nothing but unbridled enthusiasm at the prospect of watching Heather perform some strange ritual with a bunch of hung black guys. “Before you know it we’ll be laughing about this back home.” I gave her arm a squeeze.
Heather sighed, thought about it for a moment, then nodded.
Kwabena loomed up out of the darkness from behind Heather. He cracked a wide smile. He, too, had disrobed and his thick cock swung between his legs as he walked. “So? How are the young lovers?” he asked.
I smiled back at him. I felt a certain trust and closeness to him that I hadn’t before. He was, after all, the only person besides Heather that I knew in this group of strangers. I stood up, remarking at how unashamed I was at my own nudity. “We’re good,” I replied.
“Good,” Kwabena asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Good.”
He looked down at Heather who was still on the ground, gazing up at him. He offered a hand and helped her up. “Well then,” he said, pulling her close.
My insides did a pleasant flip as I watched his dark hands caress her soft skin. They slid down her back until they were on the two round globes of her ass.
Heather reached up and put her arms around his neck.
An urge overcame me to join them, to touch Heather, to be close to her and part of whatever bizarre rite we were about to witness. But as I reached out to try and touch her shoulder a hand came out from the darkness behind me and pulled me away. I gasped, startled by the unexpected touch.
“No, Jason,” Nulundi said, her voice kind and gentle behind me. “She’s theirs now.”
Her words sent a chill racing through me that tickled my toes. I watched Heather kissing Kwabena, his hands groping her fleshiest parts. My cock, still tied at the root, began to harden once more.
A glance behind Heather and Kwabena revealed that the women had walked away from the circles by the fire. Now only the men remained. About two dozen or so. Their cocks were all in various stages of erection as they watched Kwabena pawing greedily at Heather as they kissed.
The women drifted silently over to where Nulundi and I were standing. Some of them glanced at my cock and exchanged giggles and smiles.
While I didn’t feel I had anything to be ashamed of, my cock was definitely smaller than most of the men standing around the fires. It bounced and flexed as I watched Heather fall under Kwabena’s spell.
A couple of the men slipped away from the group and returned a short while later carrying what looked to be a large sawhorse but with a very large and very thick log on top. They set it down more or less in the center of the fires.
Kwabena finished kissing Heather, smiled at her and took her by the arm, leading her over to where the sawhorse had been set down. He patted it with his hand, staring at it affectionately. Then without warning he lifted Heather up and sat her down on it. Lowering himself to his knees, he spread her thighs.
“He will honour her,” Nulundi whispered from behind me. “You want to go see?” she asked.
I nodded because my breath had caught in my throat at what I was about to watch. She led me around the circle, staying just outside of the light the fires cast.
Perched up on the structure, Heather stared down at Kwabena as his lips pressed against her cunt.
Two men came up behind her and put their hands on her shoulders, steadying her so she didn’t fall.
Her back arched at Kwabena’s first kiss. Her nipples hardened and she pulled her shoulders back causing her breasts to jut out.
Dark hands swept around from behind her, kneading her tits and pulling at her stiff pink buds. The sounds of Kwabena eating her pussy mingled with the crackling of the fire.
I watched with a hard and aching cock as Heather was prepared to be defiled.
Chapter Sixteen
Kwabena licked Heather’s pussy until I could see fat drips of her juice falling from it to the ground below. Working his way up her slit, he slurped her clit into his mouth and at the same time pushed two fingers into her slippery hole.
Heather moaned and began to writhe on top of the log.
The two men holding her kept her from falling as their hands caressed her breasts and stomach.
I knew she was closing in on a climax when she began to pant heavily.
Kwabena kept up a steady rhythm with his fingers while continuing to massage her clit with his tongue. His own cock had risen to it’s impressive length and as he brought Heather over the cusp of a climax he reached down an
d began to stroke it.
Heather moaned and shuddered through the orgasm that raced through her. At the peak of it, one of the men holding her lowered his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. This caused another cascade of moans as she crested again. As these subsided she was reduced to a quivering mess trying to push Kwabena away from her pussy.
He insisted on a few more pumps with his fingers before withdrawing them and standing up before her.
The men that had been holding her in place helped her off the log. They brought her to kneel in front of Kwabena, her face beneath his rock-hard muscle.
Kwabena cracked a wide grin. Taking his cock in hand, he waved it in front of her, tapping her cheeks and rubbing it against her chin. “Now you are in your proper place, Miss Heather,” he said, still smiling. He looked up and said something to the two men, who both began chuckling.
I still can’t place what it was that I found so compelling about this sight. It was, to me, an almost sacred experience, watching Heather out in the vastness of that African night being transformed, submitting to Kwabena’s might.
“Take it, Miss Heather. Take it in your mouth,” he said.
Heather’s lips parted and she eased her tongue out of her mouth.
Kwabena lowered the tip of his giant, dark slab onto it and slid it inside.
It was at that moment that I came to understand what he’d meant by the power of the black shaft. As Heather reached up and wrapped her hands around the root of his cock, gazing up into his eyes, I knew that she would never be the same again and neither would I.
No matter how far away home was, this part of our trip would always stay with us.
Kwabena stood staring down at Heather as she took as much of his cock into her mouth as she could.
The other men’s expressions had grown serious. They watched Heather with a great intensity, their cocks growing with each of the filthy slurps her mouth made over Kwabena’s cock.
His orgasm came without warning. He grunted and Heather gagged as the first spurt of his ejaculate hit the back of her throat. She tried to come off him but he put a hand on the back of her head and held her in place. This forced her to swallow the rest of his load.
Her eyes went wide as she gulped, his dark muscle flexing as it shot the rest of what he had into her mouth.
When he was finished he took his hand off her head and stepped back. His cock fell out of her mouth, flagging a little but still dripping cum.
Heather fell forward onto her hands. Globule’s of his cum pooled at the corners of her mouth before dripping down onto the ground. She was barely able to catch her breath before the two men who had lifted her to the ground lifted her back up.
This time she wasn’t seated on top of the log. Rather, they laid her down on her stomach. Using some long stalks of grass, they tied her hands together beneath the log, then tied her ankles to two legs of the horse, securing her in place.
“Now it begins,” Nulundi whispered. Her soft voice and a warm breeze caused a very pleasant shudder to ripple through me. “Do you care to take more root?” she asked.
I turned to see her holding more of the woody bark out. To be honest I wasn’t sure whether I wanted it or not. The trip had been intense but I didn’t know if I wanted my mind that clouded.
Nulundi leaned towards me and pressed the root into my hand. “It will be easier for your if you do,” she said. “Take it. For strength.”
There was not much arguing with her imposing stare. I bit of a small piece of the root and chewed on it. The euphoria was almost instant. When I turned to look at Heather again the rite had already begun.
Some of the men had started clapping their hands above their heads. The same way the women had but in a slower rhythm. One of them had taken up position behind Heather. He was holding his engorged cock and using the tip to splay her folds open.
I shuddered as I watched him split her pussy lips, then slip the head of his member into her glistening slit. The moan she made and the way her body bucked on the horse had me reaching for my own tool.
“Save yourself,” Nulundi said, swatting my hand away from my cock and scowling.
The pressure that had built up in my loins was nearly unbearable but I did as she said. I looked back towards Heather to find that the man had fully impaled his cock inside of her. He had both hands on her ass and was pumping into her with rough thrusts.
My mind filled with the last thing Heather had said to me, that she had gone off birth control. Maybe it was the hallucinogenic root, or how turned on I was but the sensation the memory brought was like being torn in half.
While I had been positive at the time that Heather had been playing, doubt crept into my mind now. As I watched the man thrusting into her quicken his pace, I was overcome with paranoia.
And yet my cock hardened at the idea that she was unprotected, that her womb might take the insemination and swell with another man’s seed. The fantasy was so potent that when he did finally begin to come, his body erupting into a fit of spasming jerks, I looked down to see that precum had begun to ooze from my own cock. This without any stimulation but the sight of Heather being strapped down and fucked and the thought that she might be bred.
As the man stepped back his cock fell out, revealing a sight that made me fall to my knees. Heather’s beautiful pink gash gaping, stretched by the girth of his cock and regurgitating glop after glop of his seminal fluid in thick, sticky drops that ran down her leg.
I reached for my cock but was quickly dissuaded by a light slap on the back of my hand. I looked up to see Nulundi still scowling at me, then down to find my member still dripping and painfully hard.
One by one the tribesmen got behind Heather. One by one they fucked her until she was absolutely filled to the brim with their cum. With some she climaxed but after the fifth or sixth time she simply lay strapped to the bench with an exhausted expression, resigned to her fate.
As each of the tribesmen finished with her, he would walk away from the circle and select one of the women standing around Nulundi and I. They would then retreat to one of the huts from which the sounds of more rutting would begin.
It was after the last one had finished that Nulundi tapped me on the shoulder. It was now just Kwabena, Nulundi, Heather and I in the circle. The effects of the root had begun to wear off and a heavy dose of reality descended on me as the high waned.
I crawled over to the bench, afraid to look Heather in the eye, afraid of what I’d put her through to sate my own desires.
But the look on her face was not what I expected. She was wearing an almost angelic smile, her eyes closed, as she hummed sweetly to herself.
“Heather?” I whispered. “Are you alright?”
Her eyes fluttered open and met mine. Her smile widened and she inhaled, then let out a long sigh. “Better than alright,” she whispered back.
Kwabena was standing behind her, arms folded across his chest. Nulundi walked up next to me. “You can untie her. She’s yours again,” she said. Then the two of them disappeared into the night.
I worked slowly, untying the dry grass that held Heather in place before helping her off the bench onto wobbly legs. As she turned she saw my erection, my cock blood red from how turned on I was. She looked up into my eyes. “I guess that means you liked it?” she said with a light giggle.
“I need you,” I replied, pressing her up against the bench to try and stuff my cock into her pussy.
Heather giggled again and pushed me away. “Jay, I can’t. I’m too sore,” she said, shaking her head and turning to look away.
The bottom dropped out of my stomach. I needed release so bad and I wanted desperately to do it inside her.
Heather looked at me out of the corner of her eye with a sly smile. She reached out with a hand and grazed my balls with the tips of her fingers. “Something tells me this isn’t going to take too much,” she said with another whisper of a laugh.
She trailed her index finger back and forth along the under
side of my cock.
My nuts tightened up against my body. A hot blast of cum came rushing through my shaft. Time slowed down as I turned my eyes down to stare at my dancing member.
As Heather tickled the underside of it blast after blast of seed came spewing out of the tip. It flew in long arcs towards Heather but always fell short, landing instead in impotent clumps on the sandy ground. As I crested the peak of my orgasm my eyes settled on Heather’s pretty bush.
Noticing what I was staring at, she tilted her hips and spread herself with two fingers.
I shuddered at the sight of her fertile pussy filled churning with the tribes men's cum. A sight I’ll never forget as long as I live.
Epilogue
We spent another week in Koflao before returning home. Kwabena continued his gracious hosting, helping Heather with whatever she needed.
But after the intensity of our jungle experience neither Heather nor I felt the need to indulge our little fantasy with him again.
He was equally gracious about this, not mentioning it, save to thank us for helping his tribe with their ritual.
Our sex life reached new and never before seen heights, ignited by the possibility of what Heather might be carrying inside her. We both found the idea as terrifying as we did hot.
Miraculously, Heather did not conceive that night. She got pregnant two months later and is expecting any day now.
I still don’t understand what it was that changed her after we got married, that drove her to explore the dark desires we both held. But it brought us closer together, our little adventure. And while I don’t think we’ll have the space in our life for that sort of playing any time soon I don’t think we’ve ruled out ever doing it again. We’ll just have to see.
Until then I’ll have the memory etched in my mind of how Heather became a jungle wife.
THE END
Also by Jason Lenov
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