Deep . . . In the Jungle

A Penetrating Tale of Adventure

By STEVESAINT

Used by permission of the author's estate

©2007 STEVESAINT

 

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“You may want to play Tarzan, but I want nothing to do with being Jane,” said the buxom blonde to her companion.

 

The man to whom she was speaking did indeed look like the film version of the legendary ape-man of the jungle.  Robert was lean yet muscular, with strong arms, sinewy legs, narrow waist and a tight ass.  His long sandy hair blew wildly, buffeted by wind as they sailed down the big river.  Darkly tanned and wearing only a pair of gym shorts, he would have been an ideal candidate to star in any Tarzan movie.

 

He beat his chest a couple of times to mock her.  “Tarzan no need Jane, he want dark young jungle virgin to deflower.”

 

Ginny glowered at him.  “Keep up that bullshit, Tarzan, and you won’t be getting anything,” she said, pointing to her crotch.  “Jeez...jungle virgins...what an idiot...but maybe no more an idiot than me for letting you talk me into coming to this godforsaken place.”

 

By now Robert wasn’t sure whether they were on the Congo River or the Ubangi or whatever.  He had paid good money for the two of them to take this trip.  Ginny was always after him to be more “green” and she was always babbling on about saving rainforests.  Well, here they were, headed into some of the most lush jungle areas in the world, to see the rainforest up close and personal.  He may not be an eco-nut but he did like a physical challenge.  He imagined hiking through an African jungle would be more of a challenge than the triathlons he often participated in.

 

Ginny on the other hand was having second thoughts about this jungle expedition.  She hadn’t planned on the humidity and the bugs, and the three man crew of the Congo King (a crude pun on the African Queen, perhaps?) was always ogling her lewdly and openly whenever she wore her bikini, as she did today.  Her pale skin usually burned instead of tanning; and for some reason the heat and humidity irritated her silicone-enhanced breasts, making them itch, so the only physical challenge she was up to right now was to keep from rubbing her itchy tits in front of Rob and the crew.

 

Regardless of what she’d said to Robert a few moments ago, Ginny knew just how to scratch all her itches.  She asked the Congo King’s captain if he knew of any spot up ahead where there might be a waterfall, or a natural pool in which they could cool off.  The man said in his broken English that he knew of no waterfall, but that he did know of a jungle clearing around the next bend, and not too far from the riverbank, that had a small tributary passing by where they might swim.

 

“Aye, I don’ think no poison snakes there” the man said with a near-toothless smile.

 

“What about crocodiles?”  Robert asked.  “I’ve heard stories of man-eaters getting people unfortunate enough to fall out of their boats.”

 

“No man-eater crocs either.  Maybe in the Zambezi, but not here.”

 

He directed the boat toward the riverbank when they got there, and lowered the small rubber raft they’d use to go ashore.  Robert was still wearing only the briefest of shorts, but Ginny decided to throw on some long pants and a long-sleeved shirt.  How come he doesn’t seem affected by the bugs, she wondered?

 

As the two of them climbed from their rubber transport, Ginny couldn’t help but admire her lover’s physique.  She was getting horny just thinking about his body being between her legs.  He could massage her itching tits—and a few other body parts, she thought.  The forest spot was even more spectacular than the captain let on.  There was a crook in the small tributary where the water eddied, allowing for a fantastic bathing site.  The two of them were soon naked and wading in the tepid water.

 

Robert waded closer to Ginny and said, “Isn’t this fantastic?  Damn, I feel like we’re Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden or something.  Look around, we’re alone in a jungle with all this lush vegetation surrounding us; it’s like we’re all alone in the world.”  He reached out and pulled her to him, and they kissed.

 

Their wet bodies mashed together as the kiss went on and on, until Ginny breathlessly moved her lips away from his and said, “Okay Adam, why don’t we see if we can raise a little Cain?”

 

He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a spot near the river where large fallen palm-like leaves had created a natural bed, his impressive manhood tumescent and dripping precum.

 

“Oh, yes...make love to me,” she cried.

Lying on her back on the musky leaves, she spread her thighs for him, and he entered her.  They hadn’t had sex in a while so his pace was frantic.  She bucked her hips upward to meet each of his urgent thrusts.  It didn’t take long for either of them.  She screamed her orgasm to the treetops, as he grunted on the last thrust, burying his shaft deep into her and filling her with his cum while her pulsing vagina walls coated him with orgasmic juices.  A few of the animals answered the copulating couple’s wild noises with some of their own.  Other strange sounds could be heard from the jungle’s fringe, but the couple wasn’t paying any attention to these.

 

“God, I needed that,” Ginny said as they headed back to the river to wash off.

 

“Jane feel good now?” Robert said in his false voice.  “Tarzan only look at apes all day so when he see big breasted white woman, he real horny.”

 

She laughed.  “Okay, ape man.  We both got what we wanted, so let’s get back to the boat so we can get to our campsite before dusk, okay?”

 

“Why do we need to keep going?  This looks like a fantastic spot to set up camp.  We could hike along the river over there,” he said, pointing.  “The jungle around here is pretty thick, but if we stay along the riverbank we should be okay.  Besides, our captain said there weren’t any man-eating animals around this part of the river.”

 

“Well, that’s not exactly what he said.  Do you trust him?”

 

He chuckled, “About as far as I can throw the toothless bastard.  Let’s go back and get our stuff.”

 

At the boat, the captain was obviously not thrilled to be mooring at this spot along the river, but he was evasive when asked to explain his reticence.

 

“Okay, Captain...any cannibals in that jungle...is that what worries you?” Robert petulantly asked the reluctant man.

 

“No, no...no cannibals...only Mbuttu tribe up small river.”  He smiled that near-toothless grin again, pointing in the direction of the tributary.  “Mbuttu no kill nobody.  They do other things.”

 

“Like what other things?”  Ginny nervously asked.

 

The captain made a gesture of sliding a finger back and forth within a circle formed by the thumb and forefinger of his other hand.

 

Robert scoffed, “That’s bullshit...of course they fuck...everybody does.”  He turned and walked away as Ginny followed, collecting their gear for the jungle trek.  Ginny didn’t say anything aloud, but thought ‘raping jungle savages...shit, just what I need.’

 

Their distrust of the boat’s crew overshadowed any fear the two may have had about going into the jungle alone.  They started off along the tributary’s bank, stopping occasionally to rest from the weight of their backpacks, until they found a perfect camp site to spend the night. 

 

Robert surveyed the area for defensibility.  “We’re up high enough, I think, to be out of the reach of any dangerous river animals regardless of what our captain claimed.”  Ginny was skeptical, but didn’t object to his comment.

 

They set up their tent after preparing the selected site.  When settled in and a fire started, they debated whether to try and catch some fish or just eat some of the packaged foods they’d lugged along.  Tomorrow would be soon enough for fishing, they concluded.  At dusk they retired to their tent.  The air was severely humid but the temperature had fallen somewhat and was now at least bearable.  In their tent and away from the incessant insects, Ginny reflected how much she loved this man for taking her on this amazing adventure.  Sure, he was enjoying the trip too she could tell, but she realized how much he sacrificed to give her what she wanted.  She looked longingly at Robert’s naked form lying next to her as she asked him to love her.  She palmed his cock, feeling it swell in her hand, before getting onto her hands and knees and offered her ass to him.  He obliged.  Their lovemaking was more measured than their earlier coupling.  His cock made long, slow thrusts into and out of her, tantalizingly stroking the head against her clit at her opening before sliding deep into her again.  His strong hands moved from grasping her hips to playing with her large tits as they swung back and forth under her writhing body.  She liked that a lot.  Ginny’s mind went blank as her climax neared, surrendering completely to the sensation.  She didn’t hear herself moan ever louder until the waterfall of her orgasm burst upon her.  Her squirting pussy and throbbing vagina milked his cum from him.  They collapsed to their sleeping mat and held each other, hot and sweaty and thankful for the tent keeping the bugs out—the seeming millions they could hear buzzing against the outside tent wall.  They slept like babes in each other’s arms, oblivious to the mysterious sounds emanating from the jungle all around them.

 

They awoke to many strange new sounds, but the bugs seemed to have gone somewhere else.  Robert kissed Ginny longingly, saying “Oh God, honey...it’s been a while since you’ve cum like that.  I guess someone really likes playing Jane out here in the jungle.”

 

She looked at him disappointedly, saying “It’s time to cut the Tarzan shit, okay.  But yeah, I think I actually squirted I came so hard.”

 

He kissed her again before adding, “No more Tarzan bullshit from me, though I really do think we are somehow responding to the adventure, the mystery...maybe even the danger of being out here.  It’s been a while since I’ve been this horny.”  He looked down at his groin and motioned for her to look too.  “Shit, I’m hard as a rock again.  See what I mean?”

 

“Can you hold that erection for a while, Bwana, and get the fire going again so we could brew some coffee and maybe cook some breakfast?  Then maybe I’ll take care of your ‘problem’ for you,” she said, running her tongue sensually over her upper lip.

 

He climbed out of the tent naked, his cock stiff and standing almost straight up.  Just as he was setting in some tree limbs to start a fire, Robert caught sight of a dark figure at the jungle’s edge.  Was it a person or an animal, he wondered?  He couldn’t quite make out the shape between the jungle fronds, but his initial impression was that it was a brown-skinned girl, and she was spying on them.  He called out to her (?) and the figure turned to walk away.  He was sure it was a young woman, and she was naked!  He leapt into the undergrowth and followed her at a near run.  Pushing between two large ferns, he came face to face with the elusive figure, who indeed was a young native woman of undetermined age—maybe a teenager, though Robert couldn’t tell—her breasts were round and firm, with no noticeable sag, and her pubic thatch was sparse yet black and wiry.   The girl looked a bit frightened, but also curious as she stared at his groin.  He looked down in reflex to see that he still had his erection, now invigorated by the sight of this dark jungle nymph standing before him.

 

He didn’t know what to say, and realized she probably wouldn’t know what he was saying anyway.  Might as well try, he thought.  “Hello, my name is Robert.  Do you have a name?”  She uttered an unintelligible few words, still gazing at his manhood.  Was she actually getting aroused?  Robert saw the signs but couldn’t believe it.  Maybe the tribe in these parts had small cocks and she was sizing up his. 

He took a tentative step toward her and she jumped back an equal measure.  When he took another step, she remained where she was and smiled.  Her teeth were still fairly white and intact—another sign of her youth?  She said something else and then giggled.  At least it sounded like a giggle to Robert.  She shyly pointed at his cock and made an almost obscene gesture with her hips, before saying something else, staring defiantly at him.  Was she propositioning him?

 

I don’t believe this, he thought.  The young ebony beauty slowly walked over to him, and to his amazement started caressing his erection.  She looked into his eyes and said a few words, the message very clear to him since she immediately got onto her hands and knees with her ass facing him.  With his cock throbbing in anticipation, he wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity.  He gazed around quickly to make sure no one was watching before sinking to his knees behind the girl.  He reached between her legs and found her pussy wet and ready—no worry about lubrication with this one.  He slid the head of his cock into her and she swooned, thrusting her hips backward, impaling herself on his eager shaft.  She was tight though not a virgin, Robert mused with equal parts relief and regret.  His hands at her hips, he began his thrusting rhythm.  Her orgasm was unbelievably swift and intense.  She didn’t make a lot of noise, but her body quaked as her climax hit. 

 

He was getting ready to cum himself when she dreamily looked over her shoulder at him and pulled his cock from her extremely wet vagina.  She barked something at him, and knowing he was clueless to her wants, grabbed his stiff member and guided the head into her anus.  When his circumcised cock-head popped by her sphincter, she groaned and thrust her ass backward and impaled herself like before, this time deep in her rectum.  Robert began fucking her anew.  Each of his forward thrusts was met by one of hers as she bucked against his pounding groin.  Robert faintly smelled some excrement that had coated his thrusting shaft, but was not repelled by its earthy, different odor.  Of course, they must eat differently here in the jungle, he thought to himself as his orgasm neared. 

 

Her climax was louder this time but she was hardly a screamer.  The pulsing of her rectum from her orgasmic convulsions set him off.  He had ejaculated a couple of ropes into her before she pulled away from him, lost in her orgasm.   A couple more bursts of semen sprayed across her ass cheeks.  Spent, they fell into a heap on the jungle floor.

She said a few words obviously not caring if he understood her or not, all the while languorously rubbing her cum-splashed ass cheeks.  After a few moments she brought her hand to her face as if to ‘inspect’ his ejaculate.  She looked at the semen on her fingers and smiled, with Robert wondering if it looked any different to her than what her tribe-mates ejaculated.  She must know; this surely wasn’t her first time, he thought.

 

Before he could say or do anything else, she suddenly leapt to her feet and scurried off into the jungle.  Robert realized he’d been missing for a while and knew Ginny would be both pissed and scared.  But first he had to clean up, since Ginny would certainly smell what he’d been up to.  He walked down to the river’s edge and rinsed off before heading back toward their camp.

 

When he arrived, Ginny was in a panic.  “Where the hell have you been?  I’ve been worried sick...and then that man showed up and he’s been watching me...giving me the creeps!” She said, pointing to a spot at the jungle’s fringe, not far from where he first spotted the girl.

 

The dark skinned African was as naked as the girl had been.  He was motionless, in a crouch, watching them.  Robert was taken aback by his seeming lack of emotion one way or the other.  He was also taken aback by the sight of the native man’s penis.

 

“I’m sorry, Gin.  I went for a walk to find some more wood for the fire and got lost.”  Before she could respond, he continued, “Has he said anything...or made any move toward the camp?  He doesn’t look like he’s going to attack us or anything, I mean, he doesn’t have a weapon with him...” He chuckled, “Except for that fucking cock of his...damn, it looks like a fucking zucchini!”

 

Ginny didn’t share Robert’s mirthful assessment of the strange man’s equipment.  “If that thing had gotten stiff, I would’ve run all the way back to the big river!”  Robert laughed, so she added “It’s not funny you bastard, leaving me alone, not sure what he was going to do.”

 

They both stared at the man as he stared back at them.  His cock was indeed huge, maybe a foot long, and with its uncircumcised tip it had all the appearances of a thick, brown gourd.  Did they have anything to fear from him, or his fellow tribesmen?

 

When the man’s cock began to swell and grow erect, Robert made a loud noise and charged toward him.  The jungle man turned and bolted away, much like the girl had done earlier.

 

“Do you think he was thinking of raping me?” Ginny asked in a quavering voice.

 

“I...I dunno.  Well, he’s gone now.  Maybe I scared him enough he’ll stay away.”  Or come back with friends, Robert thought nervously.

 

They had something to eat after Robert got dressed.  Plans were made to do some exploring upstream, making sure they left enough signs to get back to the campsite without getting lost.  As they hiked, both of them kept an eye out for their visitor or his brethren.  They didn’t see anyone along the way.  When they came to another clearing by a bend in the river, similar to the one they found the first day, they agreed to stop and relax.  Ginny stripped down and went into the lazily flowing water.  Regardless of what the captain had said, she was still fearful of dangerous animals that she imagined were all around her.  Maybe it was the adrenalin, but the fear made her horny.  She called after Robert to join her.  Together they swam and cavorted, at least for now forgetting the stranger and what he may have wanted.  After a while they were both horny.

 

Ginny said in a near breathless whisper, “Tarzan, how about we go ashore and make love...Jane is ready.”

 

Robert lifted her into his arms and carried her from the river.  He kicked their clothes around into a makeshift blanket before laying her down upon them.  No foreplay required, he was achingly erect and she was dripping.  Just as he fell to his knees between her splayed thighs, a whoop came from the surrounding jungle and several men burst into the clearing and charged toward them.  Ginny screamed as some of them pulled Robert away from her at the same time others hauled her to her feet.  Now both were thinking ‘rape’ and were petrified, as they saw each man had an equally large, bulbous, tumescent member.

 

They tied Robert’s hands and feet around a thankfully smooth-barked tree so it looked as if he were hugging it.  He watched in horror as two of the men held Ginny down as a third mounted her.  He didn’t have a chance to react, for at the same moment he felt his sphincter explode in fiery pain as one of the men began to fuck him in his ass.  The first guy must have cum quickly, for Robert could sense through the pain that a second man was now buggering him.  The pain was excruciating as his virgin asshole was reamed by the super-sized cocks. 

 

Through the haze of his agony, he could hear Ginny screaming.  When he looked over at her, he saw that she too was getting it up the ass.  Remembering the needs of the jungle girl, he figured that this tribe loved going anal.  He certainly didn’t love it, though the pain was subsiding since his hole must have relaxed somewhat from the steady pounding from the endowed natives.  Some more grunts as another man filled Robert’s rectum with jism. 

 

He no longer heard Ginny screaming, so he looked over at her in time to see her being triple-teamed.  She was on her back and lying atop a very dark-skinned man, his thick cock buried in her anus as a second man was between her legs and fucking her pussy, while a third hovered over her, clutching her tits together and sliding his salami-sized unit back and forth within their cleavage.  Robert was horrified to think that it looked like she was enjoying it.

 

She certainly was.  Ginny got over the immediate shock of violation and surprised herself on how easily she succumbed to the wonderful sensation of the many magnificently gigantic cocks filling her every orifice.  The first orgasm astounded her but not the second nor the third.

 

Another huge cock now up his ass, Robert was a tangled mass of mixed emotions.  Most of the initial pain was gone and for some reason—seeing Ginny in an oreo gang-bang? Getting his prostate mauled by his giant-sized attackers?—he had a throbbing erection.  The guy who was now fucking him was not as frantic as the others and was taking his time, making long and slow strokes, luxuriating in the loosened but still tight clutch of Robert’s sphincter muscle.

 

Somehow, he noticed Robert’s hard-on and began talking to his fellow tribesmen.  While some of the others crowded around the tree to watch—and to cheer!—Robert’s attacker leaned closer and while lightly biting an earlobe reached around and palmed Robert’s stiff cock.  In a crazy triumvirate of cheers, thrusts and strokes both men came together.  Robert coated the tree with his semen while the jungle man filled Robert’s rectum with spurt after spurt of cum.  He counted at least ten spasms—could someone actually ejaculate that many ropes, he wondered?

 

He heard Ginny’s moaning volume turn to orgasmic intensity.  She was cumming hard, but what could he say?  He just inexplicably came himself.  All the men were chattering in their language, but at least the incessant fucking had stopped. 

 

One of the bigger men—the guy who had been fucking her tits a moment ago—had lifted Ginny into his arms.  She was not struggling.  To Robert she looked like she was drunk—(sex drunk?)—as the big man began carrying her sweaty, docile form into the jungle.   One of the others cut the vines binding Robert to the tree before two of the strongest re-lashed his hands and feet to a long tree branch.  They lifted the stout branch with him hanging from it like a piece of meat; like he’d seen in many black-and-white African jungle movies during his youth.  He thought the old movies were funny, but he wasn’t laughing now.  The parade of sexually sated men, with their long cocks dangling and their ‘prizes’ in tow, hiked deeper into the dense jungle.

 

Ginny was only marginally aware of the strong arms carrying her naked through the hot, humid and darkening jungle.  She was still confused—and yes—stunned by her multiple orgasms.  At a time when she should be afraid for her life she instead wanted the big men to do her again.  In her present state, time had no meaning so it seemed like only minutes before they emerged from the jungle into a large clearing, filled by many crude huts.  The big man who was carrying her walked up to meet a group of people who seemed to be the welcoming committee.  Everyone appeared deferential to one man in particular, an older gentlemen who stood in front.  Ginny was astounded, for this guy was incredibly even more hung than the others, his cock almost down to his knees!  He appeared to be the leader, and perhaps his member was part of the qualifications.

Neither of the guests knew what was being said, but Robert could see from his upside-down perspective that the leader (he thought of him as the ‘king’) was taking a keen interest in Ginny.  While a scared Robert wondered and worried what would happen to them, a young woman stepped out nervously from behind the king and walked toward him.  She pointed to him while saying something to the king, who laughed before cuffing his immense cock, as if to emphasize its superior length.  Robert was more frightened now—this was the girl he had fucked earlier!

 

The king bellowed out a command of some sort, and the man who was carrying Ginny lowered her to her feet.  She shakily stood while the king inspected her body up and down.  He liked what he saw.  His giant cock swelled and twitched, though not upright it was getting noticeable stiff and was no longer hanging down as before.  He made another order and two women came from the back of the group and led Ginny away.  The king looked over at Robert and then smiled.  He said something to him but of course Robert had no idea what he meant.  The king motioned for the men to cut him from his bonds and gave them another order before retreating to one of the big huts.

 

Three men forcibly led Robert to another hut that had no roof.  They tied him upright to a pole that was along the edge of the hut, and left him.  He was as frightened as he ever had been in his life.  Would they use him as a human sacrifice, he wondered?  He looked around the strange building to see if there was any way to escape, or at least figure its purpose.  A mattress of sorts made from reeds and other foliage occupied the center of the hut, with some unlit torches on poles surrounding it.  Not much else.

 

Feeling like hours though more like minutes, Robert is surprised to see two dark skinned women lead Ginny into the room.  Ginny was only vaguely aware of Roberts presence.  She tried to look at him and smile, but the liquid she had been offered moments ago must have been a narcotic for she was just barely able to stay on her feet, let alone make any sudden movements of her head.  She felt drunk, but giddy somehow.  Her mind was swimming but her body was pleasantly tingling all over.  Good drugs she thought, before swooning.

 

The women laid Ginny onto the mattress while a third woman entered carrying a bowl of liquid and some plant fronds.  The three began bathing Ginny, using the fronds to wipe the liquid over her body.  Robert could smell something aromatic emanating from the preparation.  He couldn’t understand how a drugged-looking Ginny could just lie there, nor what they were doing to her, but he was powerless to do anything about it. 

 

This bathing ritual seemed sexual to him.  It’s as if they were fluffers, getting her aroused for a porn scene.  Is that what this was, remembering the king’s stiffening member?  Ginny was responding to their ministrations.  Robert could see the tell-tale signs of her arousal: her hardened nipples, her legs easing open and the pink tinge from increased blood flow.  Just as a soft moan escaped Ginny’s lips, the king ceremoniously entered with his entourage of warriors and maidens, wearing a colorful mantle made from bird plumage but nothing else, his prodigious cock more erect than before.  The women who bathed Ginny stayed by her side and helped lift and spread her legs, while his handmaidens removed the plumed covering from his shoulders. 

 

Ginny couldn’t comprehend the sensations that whizzed through her body.  She knew she’d been drugged but why did she feel so absolutely horny?  She was only vaguely aware of the people around her and the women who had been luxuriously bathing her and now were lifting her legs while they caressed her inner thighs, making her so incredibly hot.

 

A dark shape loomed over her as the king slowly sunk to his knees between Ginny’s splayed legs.  He looked over at a bound and helpless Robert and bellowed a laugh while grasping his erection and giving the massive rod a good shake.  He and the rest of his entourage were amused to see Robert’s erection, though his face was distorted by the strain of trying to break free from the pole.  The king laughed again as two of the younger maidens started rubbing their small hands over his huge shaft, stiffening it a little more.  The women lying next to Ginny began caressing her breasts.  Another moan escaped her lips.

 

The king leaned in as one of the handmaidens positioned his cock at the folds of Ginny’s wet and throbbing pussy.  While she guided the massive, dark rod, he licked his lips then pushed into her.  Ginny gasped but her hips bucked up to meet him as he inched in.  He was only in a quarter of his length when he began his back and forth motion.  Robert saw him go deeper and deeper on each thrust and was amazed that Ginny could take all that was in her.  He must be past her cervix, Robert thought in disbelief.  For her part, Ginny’s entire body was on fire.  She was dimly aware she was being fucked, and it felt so good.  She felt cleaved by the man’s member, filling her and hitting all the right spots at the same time.  The big man’s pace quickened, sliding into Ginny as far as he could, grunting away.  Ginny’s hips danced and twitched as her orgasm hit, and her screams filled the hut.  The king’s handmaiden made a kittenish sound of glee as his member swelled within her small guiding hand.  He was about to cum.  With one final grunt he arched backward and started pumping his seed deep into her.  She had another orgasm, powered by the throbbing of his ejaculating manhood.

 

Robert was still in shock at what transpired before him, yet was amazed at the sheer number of times the king’s ass cheeks clenched signifying each ejaculatory spasm.  The man wasn’t done cumming yet when semen began oozing out from Ginny’s pussy and around his shaft.  She made another shuddering cry before passing out.  Robert’s erection still held firm.

 

The king roared some unintelligible syllables before slipping his spent member from her overflowing vagina.  The handmaiden who had held his cock throughout bowed before him and began licking Ginny’s juices and his cum from the slackening shaft.  When she was done cleaning him off somewhat, he barked out another order and sneered at Robert and his erection as two of the fiercest looking warriors moved to cut him from the pole.  He screamed when one of them moved his blade to Robert’s throat.

 

Robert figured he was a dead man, but just as the native’s blade pressed down on the flesh of his neck, a young woman yelled and stepped forward, facing the king.  The king made a motion for the warriors to stop, but not before Robert started to bleed from the beginnings of the cut.  A long and heated argument ensued between the girl and the king, until the king made a dismissive gesture and issued new commands to the warriors that held Robert firm.  They released their grip, and the bleeding, semi-conscious man fell into the arms of his apparent savior—the girl he fucked earlier today in the jungle!

 

A couple of the men helped the girl bring him to another shelter.  At the same time Ginny was being carried into the largest hut in the camp—the king’s hut.

 

When Robert came to, he jumped as he remembered the blade that was so close to taking his life.  His hand reflexively reached to his bandaged throat.  A dark feminine hand stopped him and held his hand tight as he began to take in his surroundings.  He was in a different hut now, alone with the jungle girl that saved his life.  In very broken English, with some French words thrown in for good measure, she began explaining what had transpired.

 

Robert understood only part of what she said, but learned she was the tribal king’s daughter, and that she saved him because she wanted him to be her mate.  It seemed she spurned the men who wished to have her as their wife and was raped by them (unbeknownst to her father).  She was enamored with his white skin and light hair and had followed him in the jungle in order to copulate with him.  She tried to explain about Ginny but all Robert could decipher was that her very white skin and ample bosom was like magic to the tribe and that she was to be the king’s new bride.

 

The girl offered Robert something to drink from an earthen bowl, but after a few minutes he realized there had been some narcotic added to the strange liquid, for he began to feel light-headed and curiously aroused.  He hazily wondered if it was the same drug given to Ginny, but let the thought slip away as the girl began stroking his stiffening member.  Before long she had mounted him and was riding his cock, bucking up and down in a frantic rhythm until she groaned while grinding her pelvis into his.  Her whole body shook from the orgasm, yet she wasn’t finished because he obviously wasn’t either, still rock-hard. 

 

She swung around and now facing his feet, plunged his achingly tumescent cock into her anus and fell all the way onto it.  Her up and down rhythm was more frantic than when he was in her pussy.  When she came this time it was with a scream.  Robert was certain he had ejaculated but his cock was still as hard as ever, and she wasn’t done as she continued to ream her own ass until she came again.  She fucked him for over an hour and had multiple orgasms, though Robert was unaware of most of it, having passed out long ago while his unconscious cock maintained its rigidity throughout.

 

When he awoke he found himself still in the same hut, but now surrounded by three of the young women who attended the king earlier as he was fucking Ginny.  Robert wondered what happened to her, but was wondering even more what happened to his new jungle lover, the king’s daughter.  The handmaidens were bathing him as they had done earlier to Ginny.  The liquid they used to bathe him was drugged and he began to get light-headed—and erect—again.  They played with him and stroked him.  Through the haze he imagined they would use him for their own pleasure just as the king’s daughter had.  Why would these girls want him, he wondered, when all the men in the tribe seemed to have giant cocks?  His dazed musing was interrupted by the entry of one of the big warriors.  It was the one who had carried Ginny to the village.  The big man roared an order to the girls and they moved away in fear as he fondled his semi-erect member.  Robert could not react except in horror as the man lifted him off the ground and turned him over, positioning his ass in the air and entering him.  This guy was really big, though not as big as the king, and he stretched Robert’s sphincter to the breaking point as he fucked him with glee.  Robert couldn’t help himself; the drugs were working and he was delirious from having the huge cock pound his prostate.  He sensed his cock pulse as it discharged his seed to the ground below him, just as the big man grunted and unloaded into Robert’s rectum.

 

Now finished, the big man shook cum from the head of his cock and walked from the hut.  The handmaidens sensing that it was safe—and seeing Robert’s still erect member—got close to him again and laid him comfortably on his back.  Just as one of the girls giggled and began to mount him, the king’s daughter came into the hut and ordered the younger girls to leave.

 

She ministered to him, but no sex this time.  She cleaned the cum and blood from his asshole, then laid down next to him on the hut floor, and holding him to her bosom, fell asleep.  Robert wasn’t at all sure what she said, but one French word broke through the doped fog in his mind—“mari”—married?...husband?  Oh shit; he had to get out of here.  He didn’t know how long he’d been sleeping, but when he awoke the girl was still lying next to him.  It was dark.  He slowly extricated himself from her embrace, and as quietly as he could he slipped out of the hut. 

 

He was at least going to try to escape with Ginny.  He walked as stealthily as he could over to the hut where they had taken Ginny earlier.  His asshole still hurt but he was going to get the hell out of here even if he had to crawl out of the jungle.  He peeked through an opening in the thatch to see Ginny alone, lying on a straw mat and, though still mostly naked, wearing one of those plumed capes like the king wore.  She looked to be sleeping, but damn, this was his opportunity to rescue her.

 

Robert tore out a section of the straw thatch and squeezed into the enclosure.  Instead of a look of distress, a dreamy smile played across Ginny’s sleeping face.

 

“Psst, Ginny, wake up...we gotta get out of here before somebody comes back...Ginny...” Robert said to her, shaking her head back and forth to wake her.

 

Her eyes fluttered open and she muttered, “Wha...what...is it time for more? Oh...please...more...more,” she moaned, before refocusing her eyes and saying “Robert, is that you?”

 

“Yes, it’s me sweetheart.  C’mon. snap out of it...we’ve gotta get moving if we’re gonna get away without them killing us.”

 

“Kill us?  No...No...he loves me and we’re going to be married in the morning.”  Her eyes lost their focus and rolled back into her head a little before she said, “Oh, it feels so good.  I want more...MORE...”  Robert couldn’t understand what she said next but did hear the word “cock” in there.

 

He tried to lift her but she fought him, repeating the word “no” over and over again.  When he heard voices approaching he panicked.  He realized she would not go and if he wanted to live he had to make a run for it.  “I’m sorry, Gin.  I’ll come back to get you.” 

 

He hurried to the opening, but before he went through he noticed a small earthen jug containing some of the liquid drug.  He grabbed it, slipped through the hole and took off into the jungle, running like a naked madman roughly in the direction of the river. 

 

He ran throughout the night, often hearing noises behind him but never seeing any of the tribesmen.  Whether by memory or blind luck, Robert eventually stumbled into their campsite.  The natives had ransacked most of their belongings, but some of the clothing remained.  He used a t-shirt to dab the blood from his wounds incurred from his flight, before getting dressed and heading off downriver.

 

He was dehydrated and delirious by the time he stumbled to the main riverbank.  He was elated to find he wasn’t far from where the old boat was moored.  He called out to the crew as he started to black out.

 

When he came to, he was below decks in his bunk.  Someone had bandaged his wounds, and he obviously had been forced to drink some water since he no longer felt dehydrated.  As he laid there assessing his physical state, the captain entered the cabin and sat in an adjacent chair.

 

“You okay, my friend?  Where is woman?” He asked while gesturing with his hands against his chest to imply big breasts.

 

Robert explained the best he could about their encounter with the big-cock tribe and how the “king” had drugged Ginny and fucked her and was to make her his bride.  He left out the part about getting buggered by them, but somehow Robert could see in the captain’s eyes that he knew what else happened.

 

“Mbuttu,” the captain said, nodding his head as he smiled.

 

When Robert started telling him about the king’s daughter, and how the other young girls all wanted to fuck him, the captain broke out in a wide grin.  “You’d think that with all those massively hung studs in the tribe they wouldn’t care about me.  Is it my white skin?” Robert asked.

 

“No my friend,” the captain said with a chuckle.  “They want you ‘cause big men too big for little holes.”  He broke into a hearty belly-laugh before continuing, “Don’ you know that,” as he pointed at Robert’s ass.

 

As he stood to go topside, Robert asked him about the small jug he’d brought out of the jungle.

 

“Don’ know why you want that shit.  Smells bad, an’ nobody drink it,” the captain said while shaking his head.  “If you wan’ it I get it from locker.”

 

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Five months after escaping from the jungle, Robert had a private lab working on synthesizing the sex drug.  Early trials were promising.  He had a difficult time imagining how much the world’s first true aphrodisiac would make him in the open market.

 

A story was circulating in the third-world press about a white goddess who ruled part of the jungle around the Congo basin.  Most scoffed at the reports but Robert knew them to be true.  He knew Ginny would never leave her jungle paradise filled with giant cocks and drug-induced super orgasms.  She would be a jungle queen to reckon with, he imagined. 

 

“Now you’re really ‘green’...knock ‘em dead, Ginny dear,” he said to no one, standing alone in his penthouse suite, sipping his single malt.

 

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