I saw one of those old movies the other day, were the hero and heroin were travelling in the African bush and were captured by some native hunters, as usual my imagination started to run away with me and this is the result. !
I was trying to make I brain work but it was impossible,I finally came to the realization that my white guide was dead, probably killed in his sleep, I knew that the only way to stay alive was to stay calm and not panic, even though I was on the edge of a total breakdown.
"Do you speak English," I asked in a wavering voice, not sure if that would be a good sign or not? I repeated I question, when I got no response, and if they understood me they weren't letting on, but when one of them used the end of his spear to motion me to get up, I didn't hesitate, and scrambled quickly to my feet,It was at that moment I got I first good look at Peter, as the tears welled up in my eyes, I could see that his throat had been cut from ear to ear.
I wanted to reach down and touch him to make sure, but the sharp point of a spear in my back prodded me to move off into the jungle with my captors.
As they made their way through the dense jungle floor, I had the chance to observe the men as they walked silently down the narrow path in single file, and while none of them were taller that five and a half feet, they were all well muscled and although I tried not to notice, they were all incredibly well hung, their long black phalluses swung in time with their steps.
After several hours we finally reached their remote village, a crowd of young children scampered all around, staring at m white skin and blonde hair, while pointing at my clothing and laughing. Two older women appeared, and after having a short but terse conversation with one of the men, took me by the arm and led me to a mud hut at the far end of the village. Once inside, without so much as a word, both of them undressed me and had me lay down on a straw mat, were upon they proceeded to massage my body with a sweet smelling oil that had a slight tingling sensation on I skin, they then pushed the fingers coated with it deep inside my pussy which also gave me a tingling sensation which made me want to rub it.
I was still frightened out of I mind, but it didn't seem that for the moment that I was in any real danger, so while the two women continue the massage, one of them offered me a gourd filled with a fruit flavoured liquid, I thought it better not to argue the point and with a little bit of trepidation I sipped it, after a while I felt myself floating as if in a narcotic induced fog, then everything went black.
I didn't know how long I had been unconscious, but the sensation of extreme heat brought me round, it was night and I suddenly realised that my situation had now turned into something really bad, I was naked and tied spread eagle in a large wooden frame. A huge fire only twenty feet away from me burned bright in the pitch black night as naked chanting warriors danced with spears held high around the crackling flames, while the entire spectacle was ringed by the woman of the village who chanted in unison with the brightly painted warriors who were driving themselves into a sexual frenzy. With the oil that the village women had applied to I body glistening in the eerie light, it crossed my mind that I might well be the main course in some sort of primitive barbecue, and when I began screaming at the top of my lungs, it only tended to drive the native warriors into more of a frenzy as they danced and cavorted their hard oiled bodies with their huge black erections bouncing menacingly before them.
As if signalled by some unknown force, five or six naked women, leapt to their feet, and began running their hands all over my straining oil covered body, paying particular attention to my smooth shaved cunt. Slowly but surely, try as I might I could not resist the feeling that was coursing through my body, the raw lust in my pussy erupted in a thunderous orgasm that only seemed to intensify with the chanting of the delirious dancers, but just when I was recovering from my climax, I noticed that each warrior in turn was breaking from the circle and dancing his way towards me, as he stepped forward his hips started to thrust forward which made his engorged cock swinging between his legs, as it swung forward the massive head was hitting his hard stomach, when they got near to me they then started to ejaculate, long ropes ofthick cum spewing out into the night air, a lot falling on my body.
‘This must be it,’ I thought to myself, as tears began forming in my eyes, ‘Now they're going to kill me!
With no one so much as moving a muscle, from the far end of the village I could hear the low rumble of the chanting beginning once again, and into the light, strode a brightly painted warrior who I immediately assumed was the chief. As he made his way towards me the chanting grew in crescendo as he danced around my spread eagled form, driving himself into a frenzy.
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If manhood and power created the pecking order in this village, I could see right away why this warrior stood head and shoulders above the rest of his fellow tribesmen, as his erection stood, black, long, and thick from his groin, at least ten inches long and as thick as a woman's wrist. All of the women as if in a trance, began masturbating wantonly as the chief danced in a very provocatively way around me and the fire.
The chanting warriors now pounded the butt ends of their spears on the ground in unison, creating deafening cacophony that only inflamed the chief more, his erection, now dripping profusely with precum shimmered in the eerie light, and much to my dismay, caused my pussy to lurch with the unbridled anticipation of getting fucked.
The chief stopped abruptly in front of me as one of the masturbating women came forward and grabbed the chief's huge throbbing cock and guided it into my open wet vagina. This seemed to be a signal to the rest of the warriors, because from the second the chief's cock slammed into me, the women on the sidelines ran to their men, and in an unbelievable display of pure lust, they bent over and let the warriors take them from the rear like wild animals. My mind was now in sensory overload as my own cunt was being pounded into submission by this gigantic cock, while I watched as at least fifty native couples engaged in the rawest form of lust filled sexual intercourse you could ever imagine. While orgasm after orgasm engulfed me, I watched wide eyed as the native women allowed their men to take them in the most lustful ways possible, their screams and moans echoing into the night.
As the chief pounded his gigantic cock in and out of my dripping cunt I could not help but feel the rising tide of lust and expectation of a huge orgasm, as wave after wave of lust coursed through my jerking body, I screamed out loud as I finally reached the point of orgasm, my whole body going rigid as my cum flowed.
My body went limp from the exhaustion brought on by the incredibly draining sexual encounter I had just experienced, and for a second I thought I might still be in mortal danger when the chief pulled a long knife from his belt, but thankfully he used it to cut he bindings, allowing me slide gratefully to the ground. It wasn’t long before several of the women picked me up and led me to the largest hut in the village, which I soon found out belonged to the chief and his four wives. Once inside, the women gently bathed me, until the oldest and it seemed the dominant wife, slid between my legs and began tonguing my hyper sensitive vagina, while the other women continued running their hands all over my body. A long low moan gurgled up from my throat as the elder wife quickly brought me to another series of orgasms that again left me breathless and panting. As I gasped for breath and wondered what exactly my fate would be, one of the junior wives slipped a small stub of tree bark into my mouth, and after several chews, I body again began to float away in a sexually tinged fog, butmy body urged for more and more.
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