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Jungle Fever

By: scentto



The first thing I noticed when we deplaned from the C-130 transport in La Ceiba, Honduras was the sweltering heat and humidity radiating from the tarmac which served the local Honduran military outpost a few miles away. I was part of a Marine Corps forward deployed training group, back in the early 1980s, whose mission was to prepare the Honduran army regiment at La Ceiba to participate in a joint U. S. Military air, land and sea assault exercise. 

The exercise was designed to show the flag and rattle the sabers in sight of the communist dictator in Nicaragua. There were about five officers and 10 enlisted marines in our group, and we were transported by bus to the Honduran army compound. The officers were put up in the officer quarters, along with the Honduran officers. I shared a room with another lieutenant by the name of Jose. We became good friends and he became my tour guide on our liberty trip into town that night. 

Southern Command regulations required us to wear our cammies while on liberty so that we could be clearly identified as American troops. The Honduran army escorted us around town with an armed entourage of plain clothes military police. Nicaraguan rebels had been known to commit random acts of terrorism, so I did not feel too comfortable at first, being unarmed myself. But as the night wore on I realized that we were well protected, and the locals were very friendly people who were really glad to see us. 

We stopped at several bars and had a few beers. Our host then bussed us to a whore house, thinking that everyone of us would want to get laid in the Latin tradition. Since most of the officers were married, and we didn't have a good feeling about the threat of STDs our first night in country, we politely declined their offer. 

Around midnight, we finally ended up at a large, open air disco that was very crowded with young men and women. Jose bought us a couple of cold beers and we sat by ourselves at a table, listening to the seductive music and watching the young hot and sweaty bodies grinding away on the dance floor. I had been chosen for this mission because of my fluency in Spanish. I had spent several years stationed in Spain, and studied the language at an extension university under the tutelage of a real Spanish professor. Whenever I conversed in Spanish I always got a lot of attention from the locals, who were amazed that a blond-haired, blue-eyed gringo could speak such good Spanish. 

As we sat next to the dance floor with a pretty good buzz going on, I caught the eye of a very beautiful young senorita sitting at a table with three other young ladies, about 20 feet away. I smiled at her and she smiled back, shyly, showing a perfect set of pearl white teeth, which contrasted distinctly with her dark, shoulder length hair and her almond colored skin. 

For the next 10 minutes we continued to play peek-a-boo with each other, as she giggled and whispered with her young friends. I mentioned to Jose how beautiful she was and he asked me if I wanted to meet her. Hesitating only momentarily, and under the influence of the cold beer, I replied that I did want to meet her. 

Jose got up and walked over to her table and leaned over and whispered something into her ear. He then stepped back and grasped her chair as she got up and followed him back to our table. I stood up and politely offered my hand as I introduced myself. She again smiled a shy smile, glancing down at her feet as she reached out and lightly shook my hand. As graciously as I could, I bowed my head and gently kissed her hand, in my best impression of Zorro! Her fingers were very long and delicate, her skin smooth and soft to the touch, and I could see that her nails were well manicured and painted a deep ruby red.

She told me her name was Elisa and that she was 18 years old. She was wearing a simple knee length, white cotton sundress that accentuated her striking figure. She looked to be about 5'6'' and 120 pounds. The glowing skin of her face, arms and legs was flawless and smooth, without any visible imperfections. She had dark brown eyes set on top of high cheek bones, a small but well chiseled nose and chin, and wet, full lips which were a slightly lighter shade than her creamed coffee colored skin. The hot humid night caused the perspiration on her skin to glisten like a thousand tiny diamonds. The sweet smell of her perfume wafted over to me as she stood before me smiling and looking into my eyes. Her ample visibly breasts rose and fell, as her breathing became slightly labored. She continued to blush as Jose held her chair as she leaned forward from the waist and looked back to sit down.

I got a quick glimpse down the front of her dress and was rewarded with a clear view of her deep cleavage pressed between her ample melon sized breasts that were supported by a simple white cotton bra. The plain natural beauty of this young woman was no less than breathtaking. Her bright white smile and fleshy lips were so intoxicating and inviting. 

We ordered a pitcher of sangria and joked and drank for the next hour as I got to know more about her. By the time the second pitcher was empty, we all had a very warm buzz going, and my Spanish had improved considerably. Elisa let me know she enjoyed my company by allowing me to sneak a few quick kisses during which she would flick her tongue out to tease me. 

By now it was close to 2:00 am and was time for us to return to the base. As we walked down the unpaved street toward her home, hand in hand, I found myself half-way falling in love, struggling with the fact I was happily married, yet afraid I would never see this beautiful 18 year old senorita again. We dropped her off at her parent's house and I leaned forward to give her another quick kiss, as she looked around to make sure nobody was looking. As we embraced I could feel her full breasts pressed tightly against my chest, my hardening penis rubbing against her hip. She thrust her warm wet tongue into my mouth as I sucked it in then released it, sucking and nibbling on her luscious lips. She finally pushed me away, and with a sly smile she turned and went through the gate leading to her small house. 

Jose and I rode back to the base on the bus in virtual silence. I was deep in thought and could not get Elisa off my mind. The next morning I got up early and went to breakfast with Jose in the officer's mess. My fellow Marine officers did not want to chance eating the local food, so they ate MREs while I feasted on eggs, fried fat back, refried black beans, fried platinos, fresh squeeze orange juice and dark rich coffee. 

As we ate, I relayed my feeling about Elisa to Jose. He told me that the camp commander was planning a party that weekend, and he would go out in town and look for her and bring her onto the compound to the party. I was elated at the thought of getting to meet her again, and it was difficult to keep my mind on the jungle training we conducted the rest of the week. 

On Friday, by 1900, we were done for the day. I was soaked with sweat and completely worn out. I went back to the room I shared with Jose and stripped down and took a cool, invigorating shower. By 2000 I was fully refreshed, had put on a clean set of cammies, and made my way across the parade field to the officer's club. 

After having a few drinks with the post commander, a bus-load of hookers arrived. They came into the club, and the drinking and partying began in earnest. Most of the officers, who were married, stood off to the side with the camp commander drinking brandy, while the young enlisted marines partied with the pretty senoritas. By 2300 I was ready to go to bed, and somewhat disappointed that Jose had not yet returned from town with Elisa. I was resigned to the fact that I would probably never see her again. 

As I walked back across the moon lit compound I heard a voice hoarsely whisper my name. I looked to my right, and there was Jose, and standing next to him was my darling Elisa. She gave me a big smile as I walked up to her and put my arms around her, kissing her deeply. Jose told me he was going to sleep at home that night with his wife, and I would have his room all to myself. He smiled a knowing smile and winked as he turned and walked away. 

I grasp Elisa's hand and ask her if she wanted to go to my room. She squeezed my hand and nodded in the affirmative with a bright smile, and turned with me toward the officer barracks. We could hear the laughter and revelry of the party continuing on in the club as we made our way upstairs and into my room. 

Elisa stood in the middle of the dimly lit room as I turned and locked the door. She looked radiant in her pale white dress under the light from a table lamp across the room. I turned toward her and reached out and pulled her close to my body, running my hands up and down her back as we kissed each other passionately. Her body was hot to the touch as our tongues mingled together in hot wet kisses. My hands groped the soft flesh of her full rounded ass cheeks as I ground my stiffening penis against her pelvic mound. I nuzzled her neck and nibbled on her ear as I drank deeply of the smell of her freshly bathed body, her shampooed hair, and her delicate perfume mixing with the slightly musky smell of her perspiration dampened skin. I was totally at the mercy of this beautiful young woman, and the feel and smell of her lascivious body, so soft and perfectly contoured, was driving me mad. I had to have her, but I wanted to treasure the feeling of each erotic moment as we both chased headlong after our uncontrollable lust for each other. 

We finally broke apart and Elisa said she needed to go to the bathroom. As she closed the door behind her, I decided to undress and lay down on the bed. I was hot and sweaty in my cammies, and as I stripped down I could feel a slight refreshing breeze drifting through the open window and across the room. I turned the desk lamp off and lay down on the cool white sheets of the bed. The bright moonlight, shining through the window, illuminated the bed, and I could still hear laughter from the party wafting across the compound. I lay back with my head on the pillow and pulled the sheet up to my waist to cover my nakedness. As I lay there in deep thought I closed my eyes briefly, awaiting Elisa's return. 

I heard the toilet flush and then water running in the sink as I drifted off into a state of semi-consciousness. Everything seemed so peaceful as I imagined myself married to my beautiful Elisa and living back home in the states. Everyone would be astonished at her beauty and jealous of me at the same time. Every man who is married to a beautiful, sexy woman knows the proud feeling he has as he shows her off to his friends. It was difficult to imagine how fortunate I was to have found such a beautiful young woman, thousands of miles from home, in a remote village in Honduras. 

I smiled, deep in thought, when I was brought back to reality by the sound of the bathroom door opening. I lifted myself up on one elbow and watched as Elisa tip-toed over toward the bed, completely nude. Her large pendulous breasts, accentuated by dark silver dollar sized aureoles and turgid nipples, swayed gracefully back and forth as she came and knelt on the bed. She was so innocent looking, yet sexy and mature for her years. As I lifted up the sheet for her, my lustful gaze drifted downward from her heavy hanging breasts along her thin waist and full rounded hips, stopping abruptly at the erotic sight of her dark tangled mass of curly pubic hair, framing the upper junction between her lovely muscular thighs. 

As she slipped under the sheet I could smell the distinct fragrance of her freshly bathed body mixed with her perfume. Her woman scent was intoxicating as we snuggled up together, our hands reaching out and groping strange flesh as we examined one another's bodies. I cupped her heavy breasts in both hands and tweaked her turgid nipples between my thumb and fore fingers as she reached down and found my stiffening manhood, squeezing my shaft and fondling my sensitive cum filled balls. 

Lying face to face, I looked deeply into her dark eyes, as we lazily began kissing one another. As she reached out toward me I was surprised, but also excited, to see a patch of dark hair in her armpits. It was customary for Honduran women to allow their hair to grow under their arms, and this only served to heighten my passion. I kissed her damp forehead and moved down to kiss her nose then grasped her full lips lightly between my teeth and playfully tugged on them. 

She giggled an innocent little girl laugh as I sucked on her lips and explored her wet mouth with my tongue. She responded by sticking her tongue deeply in my mouth, as I sucked her in hungrily, devouring her slithering member. The passionate kissing, coupled with my wondering hands and the sweet smell of her damp skin had now caused my penis to swell into a full erection, something that was quite obvious to Elisa as she continued to squeeze and fondle my stiff shaft and heavy scrotal sac. 

By now we were both beginning to sweat more profusely in the heat of the night, so I threw back the sheet, exposing our naked bodies to each other's gaze. The bright moonlight cast an eerie light upon the smooth skin of her voluptuous body as she lay sprawled on the white sheets, her quivering flesh completely laid bare to my sexual advances. She began to moan as I slipped my hand down between her thighs and began running my fingers through the thick curly strands of her dark pubic bush. I pressed my palm against the puffy folds of her now soaked labia as I ran my middle finger up and down the hot moistened slit of her vagina, paying special attention to the rigid nub of her sheathed clitoris. She squirmed in ecstasy at my touch. 

As I continued to gently stimulate her clitoris, I began to kiss her neck, continuing on down to her massive tubular breasts, sucking in each nipple, as if I was a nursing child cuddling in her arms. She continued to moan and squirm as I ravished her body, kissing my way down her soft belly, licking her tender flesh, until I was positioned between her now gaping thighs. I began to lick the inner skin of her upper thighs, reveling in the slightly salty taste of her pale naked flesh. I licked and kissed my way downward, continuing to caress her legs until I was just inches from her dark love triangle. I was amazed at how thick and curly her full pubic bush was. Dark thick curly strands of pubic hair grew profusely along the upper portion of each inner thigh. I reached out with my fingers and parted the moist strands of hair until I discovered the pink wet flesh of her vaginal lips. 

I pressed my head forward, breathing deeply of the slightly musky smell of her womanhood as I flicked my tongue out and began licking her hot wet slit. I pulled her labia apart and began to ream her vaginal opening, sticking my tongue as deeply inside of her as possible. I continued to lick her sensitive flesh and moved even further down to explore her most private nether hole. I gave her clean shiny anus a good licking as well as she squirmed and moaned in ecstasy. I was intoxicated with the salty taste of her moist inner flesh and the musky smell of her sex. My face became wet with her natural juices as I continued to ravage her orally. 

She grasp my head with both hands and clamped her thighs tightly against my ears as I continued to work my tongue up and down her sopping wet sex, paying particular attention to her now rigid clitoris. I softly licked and sucked on her sheathed nub, as if it was a miniature erect penis, rolling her rigid appendage around on my lips and tongue as she squeezed my head even tighter between her firm thighs. 

Within seconds she began to moan loudly and cut loose with a string of erotic Spanish words I did not fully understand as the first wave of her orgasm swept over her tense body. I continued to assault her clitoris as she responded with another orgasm, her body rocking back and forth in erotic ecstasy. Finally she pushed my head away while she hoarsely whispered "basta," enough.

By now, my penis was rock hard and stood straight up at a 45 degree angle, ready to consummate our love making session. Elisa had recovered enough that she rolled over on her hands and knees and straddled my hips, placing her dripping vagina directly over my swollen erection. She was so beautiful and vulnerable in this position. Her heavy pendulous breasts hung down low, her erect nipples grazing along the sweaty hair on my chest. I reached up, squeezing and fondling each glistening globe, feeling their weight in the palm of my hand, and pinching her nipples as she reached between her thighs and guided my rigid shaft toward her dripping treasure trove. 

As she pushed downward on my erection to align its length with her dripping cunt, I felt my shaft fill with blood and thicken even more. I involuntarily pressed slightly upward as she began to lower her hairy pubic mound downward, rubbing the swollen and widely flared plumb sized head of my penis up and down her wet slit to lubricate it. She finally allowed my swollen glans to press directly against the tight but well lubricated depression formed by her vaginal opening. She released my shaft and lowered her ass further down, virtually impaling herself on my rigid shaft. 

I felt my thick manhood slip between her thick labia and violate her vagina as she continued to press her ass downward. She then started to hump up and down on my thick penis, allowing it to penetrate her more deeply with each succeeding movement of her hips. I reached out and grasp the quivering flesh of her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, as she began a steady rhythmic movement up and down on my manhood. Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed with each movement of her hips as she continued to grind her tangled pubic mound against my own, our curly pubic hair entwined and tangled together. Her dark hair flowed over her face as she leaned forward, her eyes closed, and reveled in the eroticism of the moment. 

We were one, in the God given sense, copulating with wild abandon. I thrust my hips upward to meet each downward thrust of her rounded ass, causing my swollen shaft to violate her even more deeply. Her moans became quicker and louder as another orgasm built deep within her groin. I reached back further and began to violate her anal opening with the middle finger of my right hand. She moaned even louder as she continued to work her hips up and down on my throbbing erection. I pressed my thighs together and pulled my scrotal sac upward so that it rested on top of my thighs. With each downward thrust of her hips my balls would be pressed between the deep folds of her ass. It was an exquisite feeling. I was beginning to be affected by the sensuous and animalistic guttural sounds of her lovemaking and could feel my own familiar orgasmic sensation beginning to swell within my loins. 

I knew I could not hold out much longer, so I decided to time my orgasm with hers. Suddenly the thought of this young vixen becoming pregnant entered my mind. Instead of withdrawing however, I became more excited. By now it was too late as I felt my orgasm rising with uncontrollable urge. Fortunately I did not have long to wait as she began to wildly grind her hairy vulva against my stiff rod, letting out a guttural moan as her third orgasm swept over her voluptuous body. I squeezed the soft flesh of her ass cheeks between my fingers and pulled her down on top of me as tightly as possible, pressing my cum filled balls tight against her ass hole as my orgasm rushed upward and out of control. 

My thighs and buttocks tensed up as I pressed my hips hard against her nakedness, spurting my thick white ejaculate deep within her bowels. The thought that I might be impregnating her with my seed caused me to shudder with sexual excitement as I released load after load of my thick hot sperm deep within the dark folds of her mysterious sex.


Jungle Fever



Darren was a brotha on a mission. It was Friday night and the club lights were coming up and it was time to take someone home and this white chick he'd been talking to didn't even put up the pretense of playing hard to get. Darren had more than Jungle Fever; he had Sub-Saharan Tropical Rain Forest Malaria and slutty white girls were his penicillin. The object of his affection smelled of beer, cigarettes, and hair spray. Her drug-store eyeliner was smudged and all that was left of her lipstick was a barely detectable line of equally cheap, pink lip-liner framing her thin lips. The rest of her lipstick was adorning the six or seven bottles of beer she'd consumed. Her name was Jeannie . . . Janey . . . Jenny, something like that, but her name really didn't matter to him. She was so wasted, he could have called her Matilda and she probably wouldn't have noticed. She grabbed her purse and air kissed the girlfriends she had gotten a ride with goodbye and trailed behind Darren, stumbling and teetering on her cheap heels, completely comfortable leaving with a total stranger she'd only met an hour ago. 

Darren held her arm, making sure she wouldn't fall and bust her ass. When they got outside to his truck, he had to hold her blonde hair back from her face as she blew big chunks in the parking lot. Better projectile vomit there than in his vehicle. Behind the tinted windows and feeling better having relieved herself of some of that alcohol, she started chatting away. "Turn on the radio. Ohhhh, 50cent, I LOVVVE him. He's so gangsta. You know what I mean? Keeping it real. From the streets. Word. Me and my girlfriends would love to just hang out with him and his homies, ya know?" She turned up the radio as loud as it would go and leaned out the window like she was a Crip in South Central. Never mind the fact that the closest she'd ever been to any hood was getting lost in Hartford once and driving into an area where she felt like she had to lock her doors. "And his wife Beyonce is so pretty right? She's got a real badunkkadunk. She's got some junk in the trunk, you know what I'm saying? Drop it like it's hot. Drop it like it's hot. Black women have the best asses. I wish I had a big ole booty like black women." 

Darren was concentrating on the drive home. He contemplated telling her that Beyonce was married to Jay-Z, not 50cent, but what was more important to address was the fact that she had struck a nerve with him and he had to set her straight. "I don't like those big, jungle butts. Fuckin' black chicks wit their Ubangie butts 'n shit, n' big lips n' shit. Fuck dat. Gorilla lookin' bitches . . ." He was hardly finished detailing what he considered the many repulsive features of Black women but Jenny passed out somewhere in the middle of his diatribe. 

She woke up and continued on with her conversation like she hadn't missed a beat. "What do you do? I go to school at Stamford. I'm studying to be a whatchamacallit, a anthropologist, they study people, you know what I'm saying? I really want to be a interior designer or a makeup artist but my parents made me take anthropologism. It totally sucks. What do you do? Are you a drug dealer? You look like this guy I fucked once who was a drug dealer. He had some awesome X, dude. God, his cock was huge. Black guys are really packing. I only fuck black guys, you know what I'm saying? You know what they say, 'Once you go black you never go back.' Black guys are the bomb in bed. Man, I swear if my dad ever found out that I was fucking niggers . . . oops, sorry, I mean niggazz, you now what I'm saying, he would kill me." Jenny's penchant for talking without caring if the other person contributed or not, heightened by her inebriation, didn't seem to bother Darren one teeny, tiny, little bit. He wasn't even particularly disturbed by the fact that her "hood" vernacular came directly from MTV or that she had stereotyped him as a degenerate. He thought she was hot and that was all he cared about. 

They arrived at Darren's apartment in no time at all. It was a fairly decent complex with a pretty diverse group of residents, not too extravagant, certainly not the ghetto. They pulled into the parking lot in front of his building and Jenny couldn't wait to get things started. The second Darren turned off the engine, she dove for his cock. She didn't mind the taste of another woman's pussy on his dick, or at least she didn't say that she did, because Darren had fucked some random bitch in the bathroom at the club for a hot minute. It had been just long enough to get his dick wet but not enough to cum, so he was ready for some head and then some hot pussy. Jenny didn't disappoint. She sucked his cock like a porn star, gagging on it and deep throating it, spitting on it and begging to get her face fucked, all while still in the front seat of his car. 

It was time for them to get more comfortable so he pushed her away, with some difficulty mind you, she was really intent on giving him head, and zipped up. True to the nature of most drunken white girls, Jenny felt the need to flash her tits to the world in the cool night air. Some old white dude had paid good money for her brand new 38DD's in exchange for the opportunity to eat her pussy any time he called and she was damn proud to show them off whenever the mood hit her. "Yeah, you like my hot, fucking tits, Derrick? Woo Hoo!" If she'd been on the beach in Daytona during Spring Break, it might have been appropriate. At 2:30 in the morning in a residential apartment complex in Connecticut, it was rude and inconsiderate. And apparently, knowing his name wasn't a priority to her either.

The lights in the first floor apartment came on with all the commotion and Darren quickly grabbed Jenny by the arm and quickly pulled her towards the stairs to his second-story walk up. His downstairs neighbor was used to being awakened by Darren and his endless string of trampy white women in the middle of the night. 

"Quiet down," he said, "that fucking bitch who lives downstairs from me is always giving me dirty looks. She's just fucking jealous I wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole." 

"YEAH, FUCKING JEALOUS CUNT BITCH!" Jenny yelled into the night towards the complete stranger's apartment. "I'm going to get this big, fucking, black cock and you won't get any, you ugly whore." 

Darren's downstairs neighbor was neither ugly nor was she a whore. She was a quiet, attractive, young Black woman who was far more tolerant as a neighbor than most people would have been. She never called the cops or anything but she didn't bake cookies for him at Christmas either. Darren hated her with a passion because he just knew that every time she looked at him that she was judging him for dating white women exclusively. It really didn't matter that he was completely fabricating her thoughts in his mind. He especially couldn't stand the sight of her because she wore her hair in dreadlocks and he thought it was just plain stupid to wear a hairstyle that reminded the whole world that her hair was nappy and ugly. He kept his own head shaved bald so he didn't have to answer questions from girls about his own particularly dense hair texture. 

Darren had never, not once in his life, dated a Black woman. From the time he was in the first grade, he wanted to sit next to the white girls, just like all the women he saw on TV. When all the little white boys on his little league team were making fun of him, making a game out of calling him the various racial slurs they'd learned from their older brothers and neighborhood friends, he learned then that being white was better than being black. In his little adolescent mind, he wished he could be white. He knew he couldn't but as long as white girls liked him, he felt validation. He especially hated black girls because they reminded him that he would always be those names the other boys called him. In high school he was a jock and he played sports year round in order to be with all the cheerleaders. In his predominately white college, he was the campus stud, having white girls line up in the dorm hallway to swing on his Mandingo cock. He made it known to the few black girls on campus that even an ugly white girl was WAY better than any black girl. He didn't like the fat ones so much, but he'd rather have a slutty looking white girl to bang than a black chick any day of the week. 

Now that he was a productive member of the community, holding down a job as a fireman, he had plenty of Black male friends, all of whom only dated white women coincidentally. He stayed as far away from Black women as he possibly could. He thought Black women were ugly, loud, unsupportive, sassy, and stupid. The KKK could have used him as a spokesperson when it came to his opinion of black women. He'd never even so much as had a conversation with a Black woman other than his mother and his sister, let alone dated one, so he had no way of knowing what Black women were really like. Assured that there wasn't a burglar breaking in or that no one needed assistance, his downstairs neighbor turned off her light just as the pair passed her front door and Darren said in a voice loud enough to make sure she heard, "Black bitch." 

That inspired Jenny to give her little speech about race, loud enough for all the neighbors to hear. "What the fuck is her problem? Doesn't she know color doesn't matter? Geez, Martin Luther King said that thing about . . . you know . . . about how color doesn't matter. I'm not racist. I only fuck Black cocks. Get over it you fucking jungle bunny, slavery was over a long time ago." It was pretty much assured that Jenny wouldn't be getting a job doing diversity or sensitivity training upon graduation. 

Once inside his sparsely furnished apartment, Jenny wanted the party to start. "You got any meth? I need something to keep my buzz going. Fuck, I need a drink really bad." She started pulling off her denim mini skirt, g-string, and top, of course, leaving on her heels, and started posing like Paris Hilton at a photo shoot. "Hey," she said with a flash of drunken brilliance, "why don't you call some of your friends over and we can all party, you know what I'm saying, and get really freaky. I need some fucking black horse cock rammed in me. Gangbang style, you know what I'm saying? I swear, I'm such a fucking slut, right?" 

Darren handed her a glass of straight vodka and she downed it in one gulp. He ignored her question about calling some friends because he wanted her all to himself. He wanted to prove to her that he was all the savage beast she needed. He was going to blow her back out with all eight, thick, ebony inches of his equipment. He was certainly larger than average by every calculation and most white guys would KILL to have a cock as big as his, but he felt insecure because he didn't have a 12 inch dick and he didn't need the completion. 

His bedroom was just as desolate as the rest of the apartment, with only a mattress on the floor; two pillows and filthy sheets that looked like they had been screwed on a few times too many that were crumpled up in the corner. Darren pushed her down roughly but that was okay with her. Jenny wanted to play and play hard so she made it known. "Come on, fuck this dirty white cunt. You love this nasty white pussy, don't you?" She spread her legs and bared her bald slit. At 5'3" and a couple of ounces shy of anorexic, she looked like the pre-teen she was trying to emulate with her shaved twat. With the exception of her massive fake tits, she couldn't didn't have enough meat on her to cover her rib cage or hipbones. 

She rammed three fingers in her loose, sloppy twat and started fucking herself. She shoved those same fingers in her mouth and sucked them, tasting her juices but more importantly, getting them wet so she could shove them in her asshole. Flipping over on her knees, she rammed her fingers in her ass. Ray Charles could see that she had fisted her own ass numerous times in the past, or at least someone had fisted her, considering the ease with which she took those three fingers. She made a show of licking her ass juice off her fingers and ramming them back up her asshole a few times. "Oh yeah, I want you to fuck my tiny white asshole too, ram your big, black cock up there." 

Darren didn't want be on deck anymore, it was time for his turn at bat. He took off his clothes and climbed on top of her. They kissed, swapping spit and tongues. Her thin, non-existent lips, in comparison to his full, sensual lips, were ideal to him. He liked anything that wasn't like him. He loved her pointy, pug nose, her stringy, dyed blonde hair felt luxurious in his tight grasp, her pale skin that was now red with arousal looked erotic next to his own, smooth chocolate skin. Having a flat ass was WAY better in his mind than having a butt that looked like it belonged on an African savage swinging from the trees. His dick couldn't get hard unless he saw the contrast in skin color. 

Fantasies fueled by race ignited his desires. He found it erotic to think of himself as a slave on the plantation, taking the slave master's wife. With that one single act of fucking her, he became the untamed Mandingo buck, getting his chance at the desirable white woman. He was the mack-daddy pimp, owning the white whore. Name a racist stereotype and it was sure to get his dick hard. He was proving to those white boys on the baseball field who were all grown up now that he was just as good as them because he could fuck any white woman he wanted. And when he finally got one knocked up, he was going to have kids that would never remind him that he was a descendent of cotton picking, illiterate slaves who were the victims of slavery, not sexually aroused by it. Color mattered to Darren because to him, his identity, his sexuality, his entire reality was tied to the fact that he believed with all his heart that white women were better. Moreover, he believed that being with a white woman made him better. 

Jenny was getting her own jungle fever needs filled as well. Fucking black guys was dirtier than fucking white guys. Fucking black guys was beneath her, so that made it more thrilling. Most of her girlfriends knew the real deal but there were still a few holdouts that thought it was nasty to let a black guy touch them. It was her mission to convert them to nasty sluts for Black cock whenever she could so that they could enjoy the sensation of being a dirty, filthy nigger-loving whore. And as long as she said, "I'm not racist," after the fact, it didn't bother her at all that she never saw Black men as real human beings, just studs with oversized genitalia to service her insatiable appetite for extreme and perverse levels of degradation and abuse. 

An intelligent person might want to contemplate what made this privileged, twenty-something white girl, who had never had a responsibility in her life, crave being used like a fucking rag doll by black men while spewing the most vile racist epithets . . . but who has time for such cerebral musings? 

For all of his admiration and love for white women outside the bedroom, when it came time to fucking, he couldn't degrade them enough. Jenny wasted no time in getting between his legs and giving him head. She grabbed his erection and started stroking it, making it leak precum. She licked the salty treat and told him how good he tasted. She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and Darren could barely control himself. She went down on it slowly, licking and sucking with painstaking precision. She was getting every black inch wet with her mouth and tongue and sucking it expertly with her lips. Jenny was moaning and slobbering all over his dick like a cock-craved whore and fingering her pussy at the same time. Darren grabbed her semi-golden hair and twisted it in his hand and shoved her mouth down on his dick, making her choke and gag. He held her head down and she thought she was going to pass out. That made her pussy leak even more. He fucked her throat hard and deep, not caring at all about if she was experiencing pain, and she was. He gave her enough time to gasp for air and he began fucking her mouth harder slapping her face and calling her a stupid cunt. 

Jenny wanted more. She wanted to taste his cum and she didn't care how Darren treated her. She was looking him in his eyes and asking him if he liked it. Darren was out of his mind; it was sensory overload. She focused on sucking the engorged vein on the underside of his dick and it allowed him to calm down enough to regain normal control of his breathing. The room was spinning and it felt like it was 100 degrees in there. She started humming on his dick, sending vibrations up his spine and talking dirty. She was proving herself to be a filthy nasty slut desperate for cum and abuse from any black man that would fuck her senseless. 

"You like my mouth on your hard cock? Treat me like a filthy white whore; it makes me feel good when you say nasty things to me. Treat me like a dirty white slut. Use me. Use me with your superior black cock." 

He grabbed her head one last time and started moving it up and down on his dick, fucking her throat like she was a rag doll. Jenny gagged but it only seemed to inspire her to be that much nastier. It seemed she couldn't get it wicked enough, she was in a zone where she wanted to be debased and used like a cheap prostitute. She was deep throating him and stroking him and licking his balls. The raunchier she got, the more she needed verbal stimulation. 

"Come on you fucking white cunt, suck my fat dick. Show me what a slut you are for that fuck meat in your slutty mouth. Choke on my hard dick bitch. Look at you, you fucking filthy cocksucker. Suck my god damn cum out of my big hairy balls. Lick that fuck tool real good and get it nice and wet so I can ram it in your wet pussy. Yeah, I'm going to fuck you senseless. Is that what you want? You want me to ram this big hard black cock in you so hard you scream like it's going to rip you apart? What sort of nasty whore gets off on sucking my dick like that? Maybe I will bring all my friends by and let them take turns using your body and they can pay me for the chance to ram their big black dicks in your nasty asshole, pussy and mouth," he taunted her. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Sucking all those hard black cocks after they fuck you in the ass? You like that you dirty slut?"

Jenny wasn't satisfied, she wanted more and she wasn't afraid to go for it. She was in a sexual fog, a lust inspired by the fulfillment of her nasty dreams and she started screaming for him to use her, not caring if the upstairs, downstairs or next door neighbors heard her. "I want more. I want to show you how REALLY nasty white cunts are." She got between his legs and lifted them up. He knew he hadn't showered for more than 12 hours and his ass was ripe with sweat and musk. Jenny seemed to not notice or care one little bit. She seemed to delight in looking at the brown hole and Darren was pushing out, making it open and close for her. "Oooooh, talk really, really dirty to me, make me feel like a nasty whore." 

Darren didn't hesitate for a second. "Oh yeah, eat my dirty asshole. Stick your tongue in there and lick it out good, Get it nice and clean like a good slut should. Taste that hole you and lick it good and deep." 

She didn't waste a second and started licking and kissing and sucking his brown hole. There weren't many things Darren loved more than a tongue in his ass and he was grinding his ass on her face and pulling his cheeks apart so she could get deep. Jenny looked up at him and stared straight in his eyes as she said, "Mmmm, I love the way your ass tastes. It makes my slutty white pussy so wet to know that I'm being such a dirty whore for you." Then she went back to her feast, sucking Darren's asshole like a woman possessed. The filthy nature of her words and actions, he thought, was the way sex was supposed to be: primal and raw, animalistic and dirty. She was in sexual nirvana. Darren held his legs wider as he enjoyed the sensation of his sexy white bitch making a feast of his ass. 




Jungle Fever



Jenny loved every second of it and she wanted more. This was the treatment she craved, being treated like a depraved and perverted white whore and who better to do that than the sexy black god with a smooth brown body, rippling muscles, a juicy booty and a dick of death? Darren had to stop for a minute and wonder exactly what sort of limits this white bitch had if any and the idea of how filthy could get almost made him work a load up from his nuts. 

There was no need for pretense because Jenny was a woman that needed to get fucked and fucked hard. She was desperate to feel every inch of that hard meet rammed in her cunt walls and she needed him to do it hard and fast and rough like only he could. He grabbed her hair and pulled it like reigns on a philly. She responded by chanting, "Fuck me, fuck me, NOW!"

Darren took careful aim. He lined up the fat head of his dick with her slutty hole. He grabbed her hips and with one fluid, fast motion, he rammed the entire length of his dick deep in her uterus. She screamed out in pain but that didn't stop her from begging for more. Darren began fucking Jenny with his force and she took it all and begged for more. He worked his thumb up her ass and she started using her muscles to coax out another load of cum. He started smacking that pale ass and reached around to her huge tits. He mauled her tits, pinching her nipples and causing her to moan. He squeezed her inflated chest so fucking hard she was surely going to have bruises the next day. He pulled them and twisted them with his dark fingers and she encouraged him to do it harder. "Pull my fucking nipples black mother fucker. Make them hurt. Slap them. Ohhh, it feels so good."

Jenny was fucking him back extraordinarily hard, grunting and snorting like a crazed animal. "I need what every filthy white slut can't get enough of. I need you to fuck me in my nasty asshole. Please? Fuck my white ass with your big, black cock."

He pulled out of her pussy and saw her juices all over his erection. She had taken his finger with no problem so he spit on her asshole and started to work more fingers in. "Damn you Darren, ram it in there and make it hurt. I don't want you to give a damn about me, use my asshole, rip it apart. Shoot your cum deep in my ass. Make me cum from dicking my shithole and then make me lick your dirty cock clean."

"You fucking bitch, you asked for it. I don't want you to complain one little bit that it hurts either. You better beg for more. I want you screaming and begging me to fuck the shit out of you, for me to never stop, you hear?"

"What are you waiting for? Slam it up my ass. Fuck this slutty white bitch in her backdoor. What's the matter? Afraid my tight little ass will make you nut too fast? Yeah, it takes a real man to handle a hot, sexy hole like this, not a little boy." Her teasing had one objective, to ensure that Darren fucked her until he fucked her unconscious. 

The head of Darren's dick didn't even look like it could fit in such a small hole. He held his dick still as he pushed the tip in. Jenny gasped for air and gripped the sheets tightly, sweat was forming on her body and she was in agony and ecstasy. The sensation of Jenny's tight ass ring on the shaft of his member was so intense, he was sweating trying to work all 8 inches in and he didn't understand how she could even take it all so easily. Jenny took control and started fucking him back. "Fuck my naughty asshole, make me a bad girl. Make me crave getting used by big black cock in my asshole. Make sure I never want white cocks again." 

Darren grabbed her hips and started pounding. Jenny lowered her head and stuck her ass up in the air so the last few inches could get the right angle and sink deep in her ass. Darren could smell the earthy, strong aroma of ass fucking and it was intoxicating. Jenny was moaning loader, begging for it harder. Ass fucking was supposed to be dirty and primal and filthy in every way and Jenny and Darren were two untamed wild animals that were lost in debauchery and pleasure. Jenny had craved the sensation of losing herself to a man completely and she started to cum. It was a mental orgasm, a freedom from society and rules and inhibitions. 

"Oh shit, I'm going to cum. Fuck the shit out of me. Shoot your cum deep in me. Empty your nuts in my slutty white asshole. Make me shit out your baby juice all night long."

Darren grabbed her hips and started ramming himself deeper and harder, practically ramming Jenny's head in the wall. "OHHHH FUCK! Take it whore, take my load." He pulled out and shot his load in her mouth and Jenny sucked every drop of his sticky, sweet cum. He pushed her down on the bed and wiped his dick off on the sheets in the corner. 

When all was said and done, it was just another typical Friday night for Darren. He would drop her off in the morning and they would exchange numbers like they were really going to keep in touch with each other. Next week, there would be another slutty white woman in his bed, whose name he might or might not remember, begging him to use her, fulfilling her dark-continent fantasies. 

Copyright AfroerotiK 2008



Jungle Fever



In 1941, the Viet Minh, a communist and nationalist liberation movement, emerged under Ho Chi Minh to seek independence for Vietnam from France as well as to oppose the Japanese occupation. Japanese occupation during World War II caused the Vietnamese Famine of 1945, which caused 2 million deaths, or 10 percent of the population then. Following the military defeat of Japan and the fall of its Empire of Vietnam in August 1945, Viet Minh occupied Hanoi and proclaimed a provisional government, which asserted independence on 2 September.

France-marked USAF C-119 flown by CIA pilots over Dien Bien Phu in 1954. In the same year the Provisional French Republic sent the French Far East Expeditionary Corps, which was originally created to fight the Japanese occupation forces, in order to pacify the liberation movement and to restore French rule. On November 20, 1946, triggered by the Haiphong Incident, the First Indochina War between Viet Minh and the French forces ensued, lasting until July 20, 1954.

Despite fewer losses, Expeditionary Corps suffered one-third of the casualties of the Chinese and Soviet-backed Viet Minh during the course of the war, the French and Vietnamese loyalists eventually suffered a major strategic setback at the Siege of Dien Bien Phu, which allowed Ho Chi Minh to negotiate a ceasefire with a favorable position at the ongoing Geneva conference of 1954. Colonial administration ended as French Indochina was dissolved. According to the Geneva Accords of 1954 the forces of former French supporters and communist nationalists were separated south and north, respectively, with the Vietnamese Demilitarized Zone, at the 17th parallel north, between. A 300-day period of free movement was given, during which almost a million northerners, mainly Catholic, moved south, fearing persecution by the communists.

A partition of Vietnam, with Ho Chi Minh's Democratic Republic of Vietnam in North Vietnam, and Emperor Bảo Đại's State of Vietnam in the South Vietnam, was not intended to be permanent by the Geneva Accords, and they expressly forbade the interference of third powers. The State of Vietnam's Prime Minister Ngo Dinh Diem toppled Bảo Đại in a fraudulent referendum organized by his brother Ngo Dinh Nhu, and proclaimed himself president of the Republic of Vietnam. The Accords mandated nationwide elections by 1956, which Diem refused to hold, despite repeated calls from the North for talks to discuss elections.

The pro-Hanoi Vietcong began a guerrilla campaign in the late 1950's to overthrow Diem's government, which an official Vietcong statement described as a 'disguised colonial regime.' In the North, thousands of landowners were murdered by the communists and famine broke out in the 1950s. In the South, Diem went about crushing all opposition and tens of thousands were jailed or killed; dissidents were routinely labeled as communists even if they were anti-communist. Both Vietnams were police states with totalitarian security systems.

In 1963, Buddhist discontent with Diem's pro-Catholic discrimination erupted following the banning of the Buddhist flag and the Hue Vesak shootings. This resulted in a series of mass demonstrations during what is known as the Buddhist crisis. With Diem unwilling to bend, Nhu orchestrated the Xa Loi Pagoda raids; estimates of the death toll range into the hundreds. As a result, America's relationship with Diem broke down and resulted in the 1963 coup that saw Diem killed.

Diem was followed by a series of military regimes that often lasted only months before being toppled by another. With this instability, the communists began to gain ground. There were more than a dozen governments before the pairing of Air Marshal Nguyen Cao Ky and General Nguyễn Văn Thiệu took control of a junta in mid-1965. Thieu gradually outmaneuvered Ky and cemented his grip on power in fraudulent elections last year.

To support South Vietnam's struggle against the communist insurgency, the United States began increasing its contribution of military advisers. US forces became embroiled in ground combat operations in 1965 and at their peak they numbered more than 500,000. Communist forces attacked most major targets in South Vietnam during the Tet Offensive, and although their campaign failed militarily, it shocked the American establishment, and caused them to think that the communists could not be defeated. Communist forces supplying the Vietcong carried supplies along the Ho Chi Minh trail, which passed through Laos and Cambodia. US president Richard Nixon authorized Operation Menu, an SAC bombing campaign in Laos and Cambodia, which he kept secret from the US Congress

Near Bao Loc, Vietnam

December, 1968

Mai Li Trinh, a survivor of many brutal rapes and of the My Lai Massacre of nine months earlier, was running for her life again, this time from the Viet Cong that had kidnapped her yesterday to force her to become a sex slave to the soldiers at an American POW camp. She had escaped after being raped repeatedly by shooting and killing one of her rapists.

The Viet Nam Cong San (the Vietnamese Communists) were a guerrilla force that, with the support of the North Vietnamese Army, fought against South Vietnam and the United States. These were the men she would learn to hate and hunt. They were ruthless and sadistic. They had begun immediately to round up people who were supports of the south and the Americans. What followed would remain forever burned into her mind, an orgy of rape, murder and senseless destruction. Her father and brother had been shot and her mother and sister dragged screaming to the bedroom by laughing men. Even her tender years did not spare her and she lost her virginity to the first of many rapists that day. The last had been a cold-hearted man who seemed to have more feelings for his prized rifle, an M25 sniper rifle, than for any of the helpless people in her village. He did not even bother to lower his trousers. When he finished and rolled off of her, she had seized the pistol from his belt and shot him once, the bullet entering him under the chin and going through his head, exiting out from the top of his head. She had taken the sniper rifle he had so carefully set by the door, but only for her protection from other Viet Cong, and had escaped into the night, at times dragging herself through the thick underbrush. She had been bleeding badly, and her insides had hurt horribly. Three times she'd thrown up, but she finally reached the small cave where she and her brothers had played as children. She slept then, never sure for exactly how long. When she awakened it was dark and cold outside. It took her a moment to realize where she was and to have the horror of that day wash over her again. She could hear the screams of her mother, of people being machine gunned, the hoarse shouting of the Viet Cong and the grunts of the men taking their turn with her. She cautiously went down to the stream and washed herself, removing caked blood and semen. It was still dark when she cautiously returned to her village. When she got there she found it was gone, a cold pile of ashes and unburied corpses was all that was left.

She now lay still in the dense brush. Her dark green dress almost blended perfectly with the landscape, rendering her nearly invisible in the pale evening light. Now it reminded her of home. Home. Time and horror had so shattered her perception that the very word sounded alien to her.

Suddenly she stopped running. Something was out there. She did not know if it was human or animal. She looked both ways, and when she saw nothing, she hurried along the almost hidden path. The jungle was alive with insects. A noisy chorus of frogs began, loud calls as males searched for females. She caught sight of a large snake, a python making its way from branch to branch. As she moved along the path, a feeling of dread began to grow. She was no longer alone. She was being watched. Stalked. Hunted. She looked around her, paying more attention to the trees above her head, looking for shadows. Suddenly she tripped and rolled to the side.

She saw something moving to her left side. It was a sun bear. When it rushed at her, she stood and ran. When she tripped and fell backward, it bit her and sank its sharp teeth into her ankle, severely wounding her right leg. In intense pain, she grabbed for a branch that lay close by and swung it at the rather small bear's head. It lashed out with a large forepaw, which had long, curved claws, which it uses to tear and dig in its search for insects nests and colonies, especially those of bees and termites. Generally nocturnal, the tree climbing bear, normally shy but quite intelligent, was attacking her. It had raked her calf, gouging out deep wounds that would soon get infected if she didn't get help quickly. Forgetting about her pain for a moment, she swung the branch at the bear's head again. This time it shook its head side to side and ran off into the thick, humid jungle of the Annam Highlands of southern Vietnam.

Panic overwhelmed her, nearly shutting down her brain. Red-hot pain shot through her entire body, the agony taking her breath away. A scream of pain ripped from her throat as she tried to make her way along the trail. A small hut caught her attention. It was almost not visible. How she saw it, she didn't know. In her mind, it was a miracle.

Former American soldier, Daniel Baylor, was out hunting for food in the humid jungle, and was just getting ready to head back to his hidden hut.

He had deserted his platoon during the My Lai massacre, in which he hadn't fired a single shot, but sadly about 500 unarmed villagers were cold-bloodedly machine gunned, even though no Viet Cong were found there. Every elderly man, woman, and child that was found, were killed. It had been in the region of Quang Ngai, an area believed to have been a stronghold of the dreaded Viet Cong soldiers and thus a focus of the U.S. military.

As soon as he entered his hut, he saw something move on his bed.

Mai Li came awake, instantly aware of someone there with her. She dove for the floor, scrambling away, desperate to get a hold of a weapon, anything to defend herself with. A hand grabbed at her, grasping her uninjured ankle and dragging her back toward him. Then he grasped her delicate wrist.

A man loomed over her, blonde and powerful, his face thrust close to hers. "Who are you," he hissed, increasing his pressure on her delicate wrist. His free hand clamped around her throat, his elbow digging into her breast, knee across her thighs. His body effectively pinned hers to the floor with his much greater weight. "Tell me, or I'll break your neck," he threatened. "Who are you?"

Mai Li would have screamed her head off, but she was so frightened that she passed out.

Daniel swore as he felt her go limp beneath him. His hand encountered a warm stickiness. Right away his hand moved farther down her leg. He swore at the discovery. Clamping a hand over the leg, he jerked it into the air.

A shudder went through her tiny body, trembling in reaction to the terrible wound on her lower right leg.

He applied a tourniquet quickly. He couldn't imagine anyone sending her after him. He lifted her with ease, carried her to the bed and set her on it. She didn't look capable of killing anyone, her face was pale and her eyes too big for her face. He shook his head and went to work on the ugly wound. The puncture wounds were deep and had done real damage. The animal that had attacked her had savaged the leg as she tried to escape, tearing deep gouges out of her flesh. He wondered what kind of animal had done this. It was an ugly mess and needed immediate attention.

Because of the pain, Mai Li could barely breath. In the dim light, the man loomed over her, appearing invincible. His shoulders were wide, his arms and chest powerful. His upper body was pure muscle. His face was clean-shaven, and except for khaki shorts, he was naked.

"Stop shaking," he said with impatience.

She glanced down at her mangled leg. A single sound escaped and her world began to blur.

"Stop looking at it, you little fool." He caught her chin, jerking her head away so that she was forced to meet his stare.

Daniel studied her pale face, so tight with pain he could see lines etched around her pretty mouth. Sweat beaded on her brow. The marks of his fingers showed around her throat.

She was floating in a sea of pain, her vision blurred, until she felt at a distance from everything. She made an attempt to indicate that she was listening, but all she wanted was to feel blessed relief from the pain.

"Infections start quickly in the jungle. We're cut off by the river. This storm is a bad one and the river is nearly overflowing its banks. I can't get to the nearest village to help you so I have to take care of this the best I can. It's going to hurt." 

"Knock me out," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please, knock me out." She pressed her hand to her mouth to stifle the hysterical scream welling up. The man's hand raised and went to her neck. At first she thought that he was going to strangle her.

Pressing a spot behind her ear, Daniel gave her the relief she wanted. It was not going to last, though. He stared down into her beautiful face, hating the idea of what he was about to do to her. He hated the idea of hurting her more, but it might be the only chance he had of saving her leg. He looked into her face, watched as his own fingers brushed damp tendrils of hair from her face, his touch gentle. He jerked his hand away as if her skin burned him. His heart did a weird somersault. He pulled a vial from a medical kit he'd gotten from a village doctor. Opening it, he clamped a hand around her leg, just above her knee, to hold her still. He poured the contents over the gaping wound.

Mai Li screamed, the sound tearing up through her ragged throat to pierce the walls of the small hut. She tried to fight him, tried to jerk into a sitting position, but his strength was too much. He held her down easily.

"I can't tell you anything," she screamed, the words strangled between trying to breathe through the pain and her swollen throat. "I know nothing. I swear. Hurting me not going to do you good." She looked at him, pleading, tears swimming in her dark eyes. "Please, I really don't know nothing."

"Shhh." He hated hurting her. "It's only to kill the germs and fight infection." He found himself murmuring the words, his tone unfamiliar. "I know it burns. Just lie still while I try to repair the damage."

"I think I will to be sick."

"Damn it." He held her head while she vomited into a bucket he dragged out from under the bed.

When she was done, she lay back, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, trying hard to force her brain to work. Weakness crept through her body so her arms felt heavy and she didn't want to lift her head.

"You've lost a lot of blood," he said tersely.

"Who are you?" The words came out as a whisper.

The only sound was the wind blowing through the trees and the rain pounding on the roof. Mai Li held her breath when he turned his gaze on her. He didn't blink. Her heart pounded in tune with the driving rain. He had a needle in his hand and bent closer to her leg.

Involuntarily she jerked away. "Can you not just wrap it?"

His hand clamped around her thigh, pinning her to the mattress, holding her still. "That animal made a damn mess of you. What kind of animal was it? It's all the way to the bone. The lacerations need stitches. There's nothing I can do about the puncture wounds. I don't like the looks of this. It isn't helping with you shaking so much."

"Sun bear," she answered. "It was...sun bear." She closed her eyes to block out the sight of her own blood. In spite of everything, all the while she was very aware of his big hand wrapped around her bare thigh. She flinched when the needle sank into her maimed flesh. As he worked on stitching her wounds, it felt like he was sawing at her leg with a dull blade. She wanted so much to suffocate herself with a pillow, but her hands weren't working properly. She could hear someone making high keening noises, making it impossible to lie still.

Grim-faced, Daniel held her down as he worked. He was grateful when she finally passed out, lying quietly, her breathing rapid, her pulse pounding. Her soft moaning and occasional wail of pain, was annoying. It took him over an hour in the faint light to stitch her up. Straightening, he sighed, wiping sweat from his face with the back of his hands, smearing her blood over his cheek.

He brushed back her black hair, frowning down at her white face. He felt her pulse. She'd lost a lot of blood and her skin was clammy. She was going into shock. He dragged a blanket over her and built a fire to heat a pot of water and added a smaller kettle to make coffee. It was going to be a long night and he needed to stay awake. While he waited for the water to boil he just gazed at the young woman. Seeing the marks on her neck from his fingers, was like a blow to his gut. Why he felt that way, he didn't know.

Taking off his khaki's, he went to make some coffee. He came to stand over her, sipping the hot liquid and studying her face. She stirred, moving restlessly, pain flickering across her face. He brushed back her hair with a gentle touch, wanting to soothe her, not wanting her to awaken when he couldn't ease her suffering.

Mai Li let out her breath slowly, afraid to open her eyes, afraid if she didn't. A rush of cool air hit her. She heard the door hit the wall. Her fingers curled around the blanket, tightening into a fist. She lifted her eyelids just enough to see, working to keep her breathing even. Daniel was standing in the doorway, naked. She shifted position and pain knifed through her.

"Stop moving around. You'll start bleeding again."

Her heart jumped when he moved toward her, his mouth twisting into a frown. "You're sweating." His palm settled on her forehead. "Do not get an infection. We are stuck here without help for the remainder of the storm."

Tears filled her eyes.

"Don't you dare cry." Her tears might turn him inside out. "The morphine is wearing off, isn't it? I didn't give you very much because I was afraid you would go into shock."

She reached for the tie on the piece of cloth that served as a skirt. "The pain so bad. Touch me, please."

Her gaze made his body react as if she physically touched him. She didn't seem to notice the effect she had on him, and he was grateful.

"If you not touch me, knock me out." She was shaking, a sure sign of fever. He had applied antibiotics earlier, but it was obviously not going to be enough. Daniel shook pills into his hand and helped her lift her head to swallow them. She pressed her teeth together, but a sound like a wounded animal escaped. "I'm sorry, but you have to swallow these." He had to remove the desperation from her eyes. She looked so helpless it twisted his gut into hard knots. He gave her another dose of morphine along with antibiotics and waited until her eyes clouded over.

Mai Li felt herself drifting away. The pain was there; she didn't want to move so that she didn't provoke it. Daniel backed away from her, she saw his manhood swinging as he moved. She couldn't keep herself from staring at him, although she tried to think off other things. The wind. The rain. Her lashes drifted down. She listened to the rain and shivered. She forced her eyes open to keep him in sight. She felt dreamy, disconnected from reality. He reminded her of a statue, the well defined muscles and well-proportioned ultra-masculine body. It seemed that he was totally at home without clothing, displaying no modesty whatsoever.

"You have beautiful body." The words slipped out before she could stop them. At first she thought someone else said them. Mai Li looked around to see if they were really alone. She had said it after all, and she meant it. The honesty in her voice didn't even make her blush or turn away when he looked over at her with his intense, focused gaze. She stared at him openly. She smiled dreamily. "It is the drugs talking. I never seen man with body as beautiful as yours."




Jungle Fever



There was no sexual invitation in her voice, no deliberate seduction, just honest admiration. And that was what made it so darned sexy. He hadn't even been thinking about sex. Or her soft skin. Or her small, perfect breasts. Or her black, silky hair. Now his body was reacting to her voice. Or her words. Need punched him in the gut and hardened his shaft like a rock. He was mad at her. With himself. With his lack of control. Now he had a hard-on and a sick woman in his bed. And damn it all, if had to endure it, she could just look at it.

She smiled innocently.

"Are you going to stare at me all night?"

"It just that you are beautiful man. If I die tonight, I take you as last picture."

She stared at him as he stalked over to her and pressed his palm to her burning forehead. "You have a fever."

He was standing right beside the bed, his groin level with her eyes. Mai Li thought him extraordinary. She floated in a dreamy haze, where nothing seemed very real. Except for Daniel and his magnificent body. She reached out to touch him, not believing he could be anything but a dream.

Her fingertips brushed the crest of his manhood and nearly sent him flying. Her touch was feather-light, barely there, but he felt it throughout his entire body.

"You are real." She sounded awed and her breath was warm along his shaft, tightening every muscle in his body. Her fingers trailed over his heavy erection, slid across his sac and down his thigh and the feeling was unlike anything he'd ever experienced, even with professional prostitutes.

"I have to bring that fever down."

Mai Li gave a small laugh. "Then you put clothes on. I do not think anything else will help."

"Do you even know what you are saying?"

"I do not know. Should I lie?"

"Do you always tell the truth?"

"Of course. I prefer truth. I sorry if I make you uncomfortable. You seem...relaxed without clothes." Her gaze drifted over his chest, dropped lower to inspect his flat stomach, the hair around his thick shaft, and moved over the strong columns of his thighs. "I feel strange."

She sounded lost, vulnerable. His belly did another somersault. He wiped her face with a damp cloth. "I don't care if you want to look at me. It's flattering that a woman like you admiring me."

"A woman like me?"

"A sick, Vietnamese woman." He peeled back the cover. "Mai Li," he said her name softly. "I'm going to take off your top. I'm not trying to make a pass at you, I'm trying to cool your body down."

"You look worried."

"I am. You are very sick. I don't have a lot of medicine with me." He took off the scrap of clothing. Her small breasts beckoned to him, the call much stronger than he expected. Touching her felt right. He dipped the cloth in the water and bathed her hot skin, trying to be impersonal when nothing about touching her seemed impersonal.

"My leg hurts." She tried to reach down to touch the wound, but Daniel caught her hand.

"That will not help, try and think of something else." He needed to think of something else. The cold water turned her nipples into hard, inviting peaks. She flung her hand out so that her fingertips rested on his bare thigh.

She was burning up with fever. Her body was so hot to his touch he was beginning to feel like he was going to loose her. He bathed the back of her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her belly, and lower into her sex, dragging the cool cloth through her hot flesh. The wind cooled the room but her body was flushed a bright red. Her leg was a mess, swollen and infected, blood oozing from the wound. His stomach lurched.

"Mai Li." He said her name in despair. Her palm was burning his thigh where it rested.

"You are afraid for me."

"Yes," he answered honestly. "Try and sleep."

Mai Li floated somewhere between sleep and consciousness. She didn't know where she was, or if she was dreaming. The place she was in looked strange. She tried to move, tried to drag herself out of the strange, hazy world she seemed to be part of.

Pain ripped through her with every move she made. Had she been injured? Tortured? Was someone trying to kill her? Why did they not finish the job instead of leaving her half dead? Sooner or later, she had always known it was going to happen. She was probably a captive to the Viet Cong.

Something moved by the open door. Had they finally come to finish her off? She looked around for a weapon. Her heart began to pound at an alarming rate and her mouth was dry. A lethargic apathy had seized her body. She could hear the rain, a crackling fire. Thirst was overpowering, making it necessary to get up, but it was hard, as though trying to escape quicksand. Trying to sit up sent intense pain coursing up her leg. Then she found herself on the floor, naked.

Mai Li looked around the room, trying to remember where she was and how she got here, trying to bring the room into focus. What was wrong with her? No matter how hard she tried, her mind refused to function properly. She glanced down at her useless leg. Her calf and ankle were unrecognizable, swollen almost to the point of bursting. Bright red blood seeped and oozed, making her stomach lurch. She had been attacked by a wild animal. She looked toward the open door.

"What are you doing out of bed, Mai Li?"

She tried to remember who he was. Her beautiful naked man. She remembered the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips.

"It's so hot in here." She raised her arm, wiping the sweat from her face with the back of her hand.

Daniel watched her through narrowed eyes. From the looks of her leg, she needed medical attention soon. He moved slowly so he wouldn't scare her. "It's all right, Mai Li." His was soothing, persuasive. He took another step, then moved suddenly. His body pressed hard against hers, her small breasts pushing into his chest, her face against his shoulder. When she started to slide, he took her into his arms, cradling her close to his chest. She was burning up with fever. "Everything will be okay," he soothed. "Don't struggle Mai Li, you're safe."

She moved against his wet skin restlessly, the pain making her feel even sicker. In comparison to hers, his skin was so cool, she wanted to snuggle closer. She looked up at him, making an effort to lift her hand to trace the line of his jaw, his cheekbones, his mouth.

With great care, Daniel laid her on the bed, careful so as not to jar her. He cupped her face with his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Can you please lay still? You are in no condition to get up."

She opened her eyes farther, smiling at him.

"In case you haven't noticed, we are naked."

Mai Li relaxed back against the pillow.

"Please, Mai Li, try and understand what I'm telling you. It's important." Without realizing he did it, Daniel lifted her hand to his chest, holding it over his racing heart. "I need to cauterize your leg. If I don't, you are going to lose your leg. I'm sorry, but it's the only way I can save your leg."

She just continued to smile at him.

This was going to be hell, and she was so drugged up he couldn't prepare her for what was about to come. He pushed back the hair from her forehead. She was looking at him with far too much trust. "I'm just going to do what I must, Mai Li. I'm going to tie you to the bed, but it's only for your own good. Please, don't struggle."

"I not want to lose my leg. Please do what you must to save my leg."

Slowly he raised both her hands over her head and tied them securely. Then her uninjured leg he tied to the corner post. Her injured leg he left free.

Mai Li's eyes closed as she succumbed to the pain.

Distaste of what he was about to do, brought Daniel great pain, but it must be done. The wound had to be lanced, thoroughly washed, cauterized and packed with more antibiotics. He turned and placed the blade of his knife in the fire.

Opening the wound to allow the infection to run out set his stomach churning. Straddling her thighs, she came awake with a scream as he poured the burning antiseptic on her wound. Her body arched off the bed, nearly throwing him off. Her arms and leg straining against the ropes, he took a deep breath and laid the blade of his knife against her flesh. The odor was sickening. Not wanting to make mistakes, he didn't hurry, careful to cleanse and repair, before splinting her leg to hold it still in order to give it a better chance to heal.

Releasing her arms and leg, he cleaned the bedding and placed blankets around her leg to hold her still. She hadn't moved in a while, her breathing shallow, her skin clammy. She was in shock. She was trembling. He eased down beside her, stretching out beside her, drawing her close to him, unable to think of anything else.

"Daniel," she whispered. She did not pull away from him, instead she burrowed against him like a cat looking for comfort, twisting her body a little so that she fit against him. "Thank you for trying to save my leg."

Her words were barely audible. He nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. "Try to relax. I can't give you anymore painkillers for a while. Just let me hold you." His arms tightened.

"Touch me," she whispered.

Even though she was small, her body fit nicely to his. They touched thigh to thigh, her little buttocks pressed against his groin, her head tucked against his throat. Her breasts were small and soft, pushing into his arms comfortably. His manhood came alive, nudging her from behind.

Mai Li closed her eyes, willing her body to stop shaking, wanting the pain to recede if only for a brief time to give her a moment to breathe normally. Daniel was a pillar of strength she clung to, the one bit of comfort she had.

"I need for you to...touch me, make love to me."

He closed his eyes. She was like a gift to him. Sent to him to save. "All right," he agreed. "But try not to move too much."

His hand moved over her hot skin, making her feel safe and cared for, loved and cherished.

"Come into me," she sighed, lifting her uninjured leg and placing it behind his thigh, giving him access to her.

If she wanted him, then he was going to give her what she wanted. But they would have to be very careful. He groaned as he began to slide into her small, tight opening. She was tight, so very tight. After a few shallow thrusts, he worked himself deeper until he was all the way inside her. He heard her murmur as he slowly and gently made love to her. He couldn't believe he was doing it, especially to a very sick woman. But she wanted him to. Her pain too intense, she wanted to feel anything other than pain. He was doing this to help her. He hated seeing her suffer.

Mai Li felt better and better as Daniel made love to her. Finally the pain was overridden by pleasure. Oh, yes, it was much better. She wanted to move with him, but she knew she had to remain still.

Daniel felt his climax approaching. He wanted to thrust more fiercely, but he had to move slow and gentle. He cupped one tiny breast, caressing the nipple slowly as he used his other hand to caressed her clit, magnifying the pleasure threefold. He heard her small moans, which he hoped were sounds of pleasure. He glanced at her face to make sure. It was not pain he saw in her expression, but pleasure. Then he groaned out loud, erupting violently within her. After four slow, deep thrusts, he stilled. He heard her murmur softly. He soothed her with some mutterings, carefully slipping from her tight body, slowly lifting her leg from behind his, and placing it beside her injured one, turning her body so that she lay on her back.

Her skin was still hot so he bathed her with cool water. She had a gorgeously curvy body. Her feminine folds were many shades darker than the rest of her body. His manhood rose again and he cursed. Sliding out of the bed, he went outside to masturbate, then he cooled off in the rain after achieving his climax. For a long moment, he stood and gazed into the darkness, standing there until his shaft hung limply between his legs.

Going back to the bed, he crawled back in, pulling the covers over them both, wrapping his arms around her and welding his body to hers. He was exhausted, but it took a while for his body to relax until he fell asleep. For the first time in a long time, he fell asleep with a woman in his arms.

A few days later...

"What am I to do with you now, lady?" Daniel said.

"Wha...what you mean?" Mai Li stammered in fear.

"You now know my secret. Information that could get me killed."

She gasped, still thinking he was a deserter from the American platoon that had wiped out her village. The man loomed over her, his visage so fierce and threatening she feared for her safety. He could do anything he pleased with her; beat her, rape her, imprisoned her as a sex slave, or kill her. Her hand fluttered to her throat, her brown eyes wide with fear.

"I...I only wanted your help. I would not betray man who helped me, no matter what he done in past."

He reached out for her, but she stumbled back when she put too much weight on her injured leg.

"Do not hurt me," she pleaded. "A few days ago, I escaped from Viet Cong and was attacked by bear. I needed only medicine. As soon as I am better, I leave you alone. I promise."

"I will not hurt you, Mai Li. You have been here for four days." Daniel's body worked independently from his mind. Before he had made love to her, he hadn't had a woman in a long time. She probably didn't even remember that they'd had sex. Whenever he'd get an urge to fornicate, he risked going to a village to seek out a prostitute. He gave her some money, and in turn he had helped her financially, and made her feel good. Because of their circumstances, most prostitutes were having sex for money with American soldiers so that they could support themselves, their family, or even their own children.

He had seen two soldiers once trying to convince a beautiful Vietnamese woman, Linh Pham, who had a child to care for, to have sex with them. Even though she was desperate for money, she was having none of it.

"Me not that kind of woman," she'd told the soldiers, and had turned and walked away.

The soldiers had a wife and kids at home, and had wanted sex very badly, and were willing to pay for it handsomely. Then they offered her two hundred dollars each, and she had still refused. Then it was three hundred, but she still refused and hurried away. They'd walked after her. "Four hundred dollars," they called out, and she paused from her flight.

She'd turned to them with tears in her big brown eyes. "I...I can not. Not right to do this. It wrong," she'd said, and began to walk away.

"Five hundred dollars, lady," the soldiers had shouted, holding out two thick wads of money.

That did it. She'd turned to face them, and with great sadness, had accepted the money and had went with the two soldiers to her home where she had let them use her. Soon that beautiful woman realized what a horrible life prostitution was. One after the other, American soldiers came to her home for sex. They paid her, used her, paid her, used her. Over and over again, until finally, she met a seemingly kind American soldier who had rescued her from her dire situation. He had given her a much better life. He'd married her, and after the war was over, took her home to Los Angeles where she found out that he was divorced with two kids. Soon after that, he'd started drinking and had become abusive to her, so much so that the police had to come. One day when he was in one of his drunken rages, he pulled out a gun and threatened her and her son with it. That same night, he then went out to sit in his van where he blew his brains out.

All alone again, she had come back to Vietnam with her son, He knew this, because the woman he was paying occasionally for sex, was none other then that same woman who had went through so much during the war, and after. She now lived with her mother, brother, and younger sister, who was also a prostitute, and who he was also seeing whenever the older sister wasn't available.

Days later...

Daniel sat beside the bed and looked his fill at the petite Vietnamese girl in his bed. She was better now, or rather, she looked better. As his gaze openly observed her beauty, she gazed back at him. Her body was dark skinned. Her legs were shapely. He followed the enticing turn of her ankles past a pair of dimpled knees, his gaze coming to rest on the inner softness of her thighs. He tried to stifle a groan and failed as his gazed homed in on the dark lips of her sex as she let her legs fall open in invitation. He lowered his hand and stroked her there, eliciting a shocked gasp from Mai Li. She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn't allow it as he gently spread her thighs and touched her there, sliding a thumb through the moist folds. He lowered his head, touching his lips to her tender flesh. The moment he touched her silky, swollen and sensitive flesh, a huge shudder went through her.

She bucked her hips. "Daniel!"

"I love it when you say my name like that," he groaned.

Need rode him hard. If he didn't put himself inside her soon he was going to explode. Those glorious breasts of hers were high and proud, crowned with small brown nipples already erect with arousal.

"You are perfect, Mai Li," Daniel groaned as he raised one perfect breast and took a nipple into his mouth and suckled like a babe. His shaft jerked violently against the material of his khaki shorts, and he raised his hips so that he could unfasten the button and pull down the zipper and relieve the pressure without removing his mouth from her breast.

Mai Li arched into him, melting under his touch. She was still not fully recovered from her near brush with death and was not able to think past the way her body was responding again to Daniel's touch. She knew that it would end like this. There could be no other conclusion to the attraction between them...this taking and giving in the most intimate of acts.

Despite her painful experiences with her boyfriend and the Viet Cong, she knew that this man was very good in giving pleasure and he would never hurt her. Daniel Baylor might be a deserter, maybe even a participant in the massacre, but she felt no fear whenever he touched her. She felt only desire. She yearned to feel pleasure again from her rescuer.

Suddenly Daniel surged to his feet and stripped off his khaki shorts. She closed her eyes, but something compelled her to open them.

"That's it, sweetness, look at me. Touch and sight are a big part of the pleasure we are going to share. Again."

Mai Li sucked in a breath when his shorts dropped, revealing him in all his naked glory. He was big! All muscle. She dragged her gaze upward along his body to his face. He was all need, and hard, turgid flesh.

He smiled, baring his teeth as he lowered himself beside her on top of the blanket. "I want so badly to be inside you, sweetie. Soon I will be; hard and deep, filling that lovely, tiny body of yours."

His sensual words were like an aphrodisiac. Mai Li knew she was too far gone, her aroused body wanted satisfaction. She could do nothing but moan when his hands began a slow exploration of her body. Her breasts felt swollen and her nipples ached as he caressed, teased and rolled the pouting buds between his thumb and forefinger. The ability to form a coherent thought fled when his mouth replaced his fingers and he began to suckle her, more strongly than before.

Intense pleasure settled where his mouth worked so magically, arousing her. Lower, heat was pooling between her legs. She tried to tighten her knees to stop the fire from spreading, but Daniel settled between her legs, spreading them even wider. She felt no shame. What she felt was a growing need to experience more of the pleasure he was offering.

His mouth left her breast and he grinned down at her. "You are wet and ready for me," he rasped. "I can smell your sweet arousal."




Jungle Fever



Heat flooded her and she tried to rub herself against him, but he wouldn't let her. She shivered as he regarded her through hooded eyes. Cool air touched her aroused nipples, and she desperately wanted his mouth to return to her breasts. Her fingers wound through his thick hair, dragging his head back to that aching place.

"Do you like my mouth and hands on you?" His voice was rough with need.

She nodded.

"I liked to be touched, too. Touch me, Mai Li. Put your arms around my neck, run your hands over me. Do whatever you like."

Her mouth went dry. As she had been recovering, she couldn't count how many times she'd wanted to touch him and she'd denied herself, except for one time when she had been delirious with pain. She had begged Daniel to touch her when she had been in so much pain, to override the pain with pleasure and she had touched him in return, stroking his erection until he had rushed outside. She had been too far gone in her pain to know that he had actually rushed outside to spill his seed. Now that she was in almost no pain, the thought of touching a man intimately had never occurred to her until she had stumbled upon Daniel with his sexy voice, handsome tanned face and dark, probing eyes that melted her bones. She knew it wasn't the smartest thing to do, that she would leave after she got what she wanted from him, but for the first time, and maybe the only time, she wanted to taste passion. And she wanted it from Daniel.

Shyly she touched his chest. The soft mat of hair felt like silk beneath her fingertips. Getting bolder, she explored more. His shoulders, his back...then she dared to touch the hard mounds of his buttocks. When she heard him moan, her hands fell away and she stared into the stark features of a man too far gone with desire to turn back.

"I can't wait any longer," he gasped in a voice tense with erotic pain. "Feel how much I want you."

He dragged her hand between them, placing it on his erection. Velvet on steel, she thought faintly as she curled her hand around him and squeezed gently. He hissed out a breath. She squeezed him again and he groaned his approval.

Suddenly he flung her hand away. "No more!" His hand cupped her mound and he eased a finger inside her. "You are ready to receive me, and as sure as there is evil in this world, I'm ready for you."

He drew back a little and Mai Li felt his erection prod against her opening. She stiffened, recalling what had happened the last few times a man had torn into her unprepared body, and she had bled for days. After being sodomized, she couldn't sit comfortably for longer than that. And the pain. She couldn't go through that again.

"No!" The word tore from her throat. "Please don't! Let me go."

Daniel went still when he realized she didn't remember that they'd already had sex before. "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not a rapist. Nor am I an inexperienced lover. I know what women like and I'll make it good for you."

He found her mouth and thrust deep with his tongue, just as his sex found her center. He was inside her. Not all the way, but halfway. Stretching her but not hurting her.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he rasped into her ear. "Can you take more of me, sweetness?"

Mai Li couldn't think. She couldn't relax. She wanted to move. When she did move, it was all the invitation he needed as he slid in all the way. She sighed and relaxed when she felt herself stretching to accommodate his huge sex in her small, tight one. There was no pain as he thrust in and out. She held her breath, waiting for something hurtful that never came.

Suddenly she needed more. She twisted and writhed. Not to get away, but to get closer...to get more. A massive surge of pleasure blocked out her inhibitions, her fear, overwhelming her with need to search for something...something with no name. What Daniel was doing to her wasn't hurtful, despicable, or obscene. What she felt was pure, unadulterated, erotic rapture.

She hadn't been a virgin a few days ago. The first time he had taken her, Daniel hadn't expected her to be one, either. She had asked him to make love to her, but most likely didn't remember. Then all thought stopped when he felt her muscles tighten and her sheath spasm around him in wet, torrid heat. The bliss so overwhelming, he began a rhythm of thrust and withdraw designed to bring both of them the most pleasure. He heard her sobbing his name, felt her nails lining his shoulder and back, and all his long-suppressed passion exploded in a wild frenzy of need as he pounded in and out of her, until he felt her sheath convulse in hard, rhythmic spasms. His own climax burst upon him suddenly. He bared his teeth, threw back his head and shouted. Then he rode with the pleasure, letting it carry them to uncharted territory. He prayed that this was the start of something special. God knew he needed it. He needed a woman with him so that there would be no need for him to go seek out prostitutes occasionally.

Blood pounded in his head in the aftermath of the best and most fulfilling sex he'd ever experienced. He heard Mai Li murmur against his neck where her head rested, and he realized that he was too heavy for her, but he wasn't really ready to leave her exquisite body just yet. Staying inside her, he levered himself onto his elbows and stared down at her.

"Are you all right?"

"I...that was...you did not hurt me." She sounded surprised.

He scowled. "Why would I hurt you? Is it because you believe that all men are violent? Making love to a woman has nothing to do with love. If both are willing, incredible pleasure can be experienced. I think I just proved that."

"This was mistake," Mai Li said. "I not know what got in me."

I don't know what got into me. That was what she really meant.

"I got into you," he said with a crooked grin. "I am your first lover that was able to give you pleasure, aren't I?"

She turned red from the tops of her small breasts, to her pretty face. "This should not happen and I not let happen again." She tried to shove him away. "There no excuse from my bad behavior."

"Bad behavior? Are you joking? What bad behavior?" Heaving a sigh, Daniel pulled himself out of her tight passage and sat back resting his back against the wall.

"You are a..."

"What? A white man? A deserter? Which do you like the least? No, let me guess. You hate the idea of having sex with a white man. Am I the first white man you've had sex with? Did you learn something about how evil we are, that we massacre entire villages just for the fun of it? We are not all bad as your people think we are. Me being white didn't seem to bother you when you took me so eagerly into your body, or when you urged me on, or called my name at the height of your pleasure. My back will bear the marks of your nails for a long time."

"Stop!" Mai Li cried, placing her hands over her ears to block out his taunts. "You know nothing about me."

"I know you were not a virgin. There were others before me. Perhaps you like bad men more than me."

"How dare you!" she cried out. Then she went from being angry, to more relaxed. "What you are thinking of me, is wrong. I never had good lover. Me no prostitute."

"No need to make excuses. We wanted each other. It is as simple as that." He searched her beautiful face, not liking what he saw. "Are you embarrassed at your response to me? Where you abused? Did someone hurt you?"

She nodded tearfully. "Yes. Men mean to me. Hurt me bad."

Daniel's face hardened. Bastards! He wanted to kill those men who had hurt this lovely woman.

The next morning, Mai Li fell ill again. There were nightmares. One simply ran into the next. She felt like she lived in a sea of pain and darkness where nothing made sense but a male voice pitched low as it murmured soothingly to her. She turned her head, pain overtaking her body. She felt trapped and claustrophobic, confined as she was to the bed. Staring sightlessly at the ceiling, she felt a cooling wind blow over her hot body. The rain fell. A continual, steady rhythm that both soothed and irritated her.

Daniel caught movement out of the corner of his eye and turned as Mai Li tried to roll out of the bed. He leapt for her, his hands stilling her struggles. "Be still," he whispered, sliding into bed beside her. He had to calm her down. Be it with sex or not, he will do whatever needed to be done to calm her down. From the looks of it, she was in pain again.

"You are a beautiful man," she murmured. "Why do men have to be so beautiful?"

She had a way of throwing him off balance, making him notice her, and causing him to get aroused in the process. Her hand went to his face, fingertips trailing over his lips, sliding around his neck so that she was cradling his head, offering, what? He didn't know. Sympathy? Love? Her body? Tenderness?

He ignored his first impulse to knock her hand away from him. He couldn't take her looking and touching him like that. He caught her fingers instead, pulling her palm to his bare chest, over his wildly beating heart. "You shouldn't look at me like that, Mai Li." He didn't know what he felt, a mixture of anger and pain and ferocious longing. Damn it all, but he wanted her, needed her. Injured or not.

She moved against him, making a soft inviting sound. He was thick and throbbing, eager to sink into her hot, tight body. She turned, rolling onto her stomach. She lay there, her body lush and tempting, her hair spilling around her head like a halo. Womanly curves, soft flesh, heat and fragrance of the jungle were a heady combination and he wanted to make excuses for his body's reaction to her. But he wanted her too much to make excuses. Maybe it was the knowledge that he had of her body. His mind and heart reacted to her. And damn it, with her laying there with her little buttocks slightly raised, he wanted to mount her and have his way with her. From the looks of it, she wanted him to take her.

Mai Li shook her behind in obvious invitation. That's it. If that's what she wanted, then so be it. Careful as not to hurt her leg, he straddled her legs. Splaying his hands on her small rounded buttock cheeks, he drew them apart. Seeking for and finding her entrance, he rubbed himself along her sex a few times before beginning to slide in. When he was halfway in, he withdrew only to sink back in, feeling her sheath stretch to accommodate his large size. He repeated the action until he was fully imbedded inside her tight, hot and moist depths.

Mai Li forgot all about the pain as she concentrated on Daniel's lovemaking. He was so good at pleasing her. She knew she could count on him whenever she was in pain. Right now she was swimming in pleasure. Being taken in this fashion was highly erotic, and she loved it. As his thrust became faster, she raised her bottom and was rewarded right away with an even deeper penetration.

As soon as Daniel felt Mai Li lift her bottom, he supported himself on his knees and elbows, and began to thrust. First with slow, deep thrusts, eventually picking up the pace as his climax approached. As her orgasm approached, he felt her spasm around her. The feel of her clenching around him caused him to explode without warning, drenching her insides with a huge dose of his seed.

When his senses returned, he withdrew and lifted himself off of her. He lay down beside her, his face inches from hers. She slowly rolled onto her back and stared at him, her hands cupping her own breasts to hide them from his gaze, looking shy, trying not to grimace in pain, tempting him.

He took her into his arms, careful to keep her leg from moving too much. "You have to keep from moving too much. I haven't got that many antibiotics left and that leg can not open up again."

Mai Li was all too aware of his naked chest pressed against her breasts, of his hands sliding up and down her back in a soothing motion. His fingers went to the nape of her neck in a slow massage.

"Can I get a shirt to put on? I think I feel less vulnerable." And it might keep her body from reacting to his, her breasts aching with longing for his touch. Her leg was still a mess, painful and swollen, feverish, but still unable to prevent her strange attraction to him.

She watched him turn away from her to walk across the room to get a shirt. She watched him stretch, a slow, languid stretch. He stretched his hands over his head, fingers interlocked, arching his back to deepen the stretch.

Her heart slammed in her chest as she gazed at his naked beauty.

His hands dropped to his sides. He picked up the shirt and turned to face her. He held out the shirt for her inspection. "This okay?"

"Good enough." She started to struggle into a sitting position.

"Don't move too much, dear." He slipped the sleeve over her arm. "Don't move around too much." He helped her sit up, enfolding her in the shirt, his knuckles brushing the soft flesh of her breasts as he buttoned her into it. "Damn it, I think your temperature is beginning to climb again."

Mai Li pressed her fingertips over his mouth. "You swear too much."

"Really?" His eyebrow shot up. "I thought I was being careful around you."

She kept a smile on her face and serenity in her expression. She moved again, shifting into another position in the hopes of easing the throbbing pain in her leg. 

Daniel swept her hair back from the nape of her neck. It was damp with sweat. Mai Li was becoming restless, shifting positions continually in an effort to ease her discomfort. "Mai Li, just relax. I'll fix a cool drink for you."

She lifted her hand to push back the heavy fall of hair to get it off her hot forehead. As she lay there, she swore the walls began to creep inward, boxing her in, pushing the air from the room.

When he sat down on the bed beside her, she let her hand fall and it landed on his thigh. She felt him stiffen. "I need to get out of here, Daniel, this room, before I go mad."

"Sweetie, slow down." Daniel grabbed at her, preventing movement. "Just lie still and let me get in beside you. I will hold you."

"No, Daniel, I want to go outside. Please."

He looked down at her beautiful face. "Okay, Mai Li, I'm going to carry you outside. It's still raining, but I have a canopy so we can sit in the open for a bit." He slipped his arms under her legs. "Put your arms around my neck."

She obediently linked her fingers behind his neck. Joy was rising inside her, a warmth bubbling over at finally being able to get out of bed, and of looking at the open sky.

"Be prepared when I lift you, it's going to hurt."

It hurt, so much that she buried her face against the warmth of his neck, choking off a startled cry. Pain shot up her leg, hit her stomach and radiated throughout her body. Her fingernails dug into his skin and she bit down hard on her thumb.

"I'm sorry, love, I know it hurts," he said softly.

He moved smoothly, almost gliding so there was no jarring to her swollen leg. As he stepped outside, the hum of the jungle greeted her. Insects and frogs, the chatter of animals, the flutter of wings and the constant sound of the rain all blended together.

"Daniel, tell me truth." She stared into the trees. "Will I lose my leg?" Her whole body stilled, waiting for his answer, telling herself she could handle the truth. "I would like to know now."

He shook his head. "I can't make promises, Mai Li, but the swelling seems less. Your fever comes and goes instead of raging out of control all the time. There are no streaks going up your leg so I think there is no blood poisoning. As soon as we can, I'll get you to a medic and have them take a look at it. The river goes down very quickly."

"No, Daniel, I not go to doctor," she said weakly. "No one can know I alive."

"Who wants you dead?"

"Viet Cong," she answered. "If they find out I still alive, they will kill me."

His hand settled on the back her head. "Lucky for you, my love, I'm here to protect you." He rubbed strands of her hair between the pads of his fingers. He grinned at her.

"When they ask you, you will lie to them?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I? I can have you all to myself."

She rested her head on Daniel's shoulder and allowed herself to relax. The night was strangely soothing as she listened to the rain play a melody in the background, and the wind cooling her heated skin.

He loved the feel of her against him. He heard her softly breathing. Her skin was hot, but soft and very inviting. All she wore was his shirt, and it was open halfway, allowing a glimpse of her small breasts. He wanted to open the shirt all the way and caress her.

Mai Li knew what Daniel wanted when she saw where his gaze went. Her nipples puckered as she imagined him caressing her.

Daniel saw the shirt rising where her nipples were. With his free hand, he opened the shirt and bared her to his hungry gaze. Her small, brown nipples were raised invitingly. With his fingers, he twiddled with the hard nubs, causing them to tighten even more.

"Take me to bed, Daniel."

He studied her face. Soft. Inviting. Temptation. Her mouth was perfect. He had more than his share of fantasies about that mouth. Her lush body, so tiny, so soft and warm and perfect for his, was an invitation he couldn't ignore much longer. "Damn it, sweetie," he groaned, thinking she wanted sex, "I'm not a saint." His voice was soft.

"Take me to bed, Daniel. What you and I need is sleep, not sex." Feeling his breath on her breast, desire pierced through her. "Let's go to sleep, Daniel. We are both tired."

"You think I need sleep," he said, but obediently stood and carried her back to bed and slid in beside her. She was warm and soft and everything he knew she'd be. Wrapping his arms around her, he fit her body around hers, snuggling his heavy erection against her hip, and his head against the soft swell of her breast.

She could feel his soft breath teasing her nipple. Mai Li wrapped her arms around his head, cradling him to her, her fingers coming through the thick mass of her hair. For the rest of the night, she belonged to him. Her own gentle warrior, a mixture of danger and tenderness she found impossible to resist.

After seven nights of giving her body to Daniel Baylor, she knew he was not only tireless and passionate, but inventive. It was not like he simply climbed between her legs and pumped inside her until he found sexual satisfaction, he varied the way they made love. Just remembering some of the positions they'd tried, made her blush. On the sixth night, when she had given herself to him, he had even penetrated her anus with his finger, pushing deep as he nibbled at her folds and clitoris, the sensation almost painfully exquisite with the dual possession of mouth and the shocking invasion of his touch. She had exploded in orgasmic release, open-legged for his oral assault, clenching against that probing finger, crying out loud at the sheer decadent rapture of it.

It was embarrassing; it was startling, but she had discovered in herself a sensuality that was liberated by either the fact that she had no choice but to let him use her body, or that Daniel was an exceptional lover. Or perhaps it was both.

On this eight day of being his lover, once inside the room, she immediately opened Daniel's large shirt that she was wearing, and discarded it so she was nude, hearing him close the door behind her.

"It pleases me," his deep voice spoke, "when you are so anxious to be naked and available to me." Daniel went to the bed, lounged on the pillows, his shirt open to the waist.

Her rapid pulse increased at the sight of him, lying there like some blonde warrior, unconcealed carnal promise in his eyes. With a pronounced limp, she walked slowly toward him.

"Even though your breasts her small, they bounce as you move," he told her, narrowing his gaze. "It is beautiful to see the weight of your flesh in such graceful motion. They are like an offering to me, so high and proud, and so lovely."




Jungle Fever



Prologue

Dr. Stephanie Carmichael loves life without limits. She is driven and excels in everything she puts herself to, especially her science as a world renown archeologist and anthropologist. Dr. Steph, as she prefers to be known, is an anomaly among her elite colleagues. At only 35, she has climbed the academic ladders to have one of the coveted chairs on the faculty of archeology at Cambridge University. While an expert in many areas of ancient archeology and anthropology, her primary specialty is ancient Latin American cultures. Dr. Steph is fearless and often unorthodox in her pursuits, earning her innumerable awards and a bit of a scandalous reputation.

If she didn't stand out enough already from her academic colleagues, Dr. Steph is much more of an athlete with a bent toward cross fit and extreme sports than the usual bookworm way of life of her colleagues. Her body shows it. She is 5'10" tall blonde, with transparent blue eyes, tan olive skin and a broad disarming smile. She has a slender fit body with large firm breasts that appear almost too large for her frame, except for the way she carries herself. Her tight ass and long tan legs also have a way of capturing the attention of her students and other members of the elite faculty. She has a genius mind and perfect body of an athlete. She doesn't mind showing both off.

Dr. Steph is a risk taker. For example, unlike other faculty who safely choose interns and fellows based on grade point average, Dr. Steph looks for assistants who are up and coming risk takers who not only think outside the box, but find ways to live outside of them. They are not hard to find in the academic elite, but often overlooked because of their unpredictability. Dr. Steph purposefully looks for them to share in the massive workload of discovery as well as archeological digs around the world. For this trip, she needed three who would join her on a discovery mission deep in the Ecuadorian jungles in search of ruins and other evidence of undiscovered ancient primitive tribes. Most of her colleagues discounted her hypothesis of undiscovered ancient tribes in the unchartered Ecuadorian jungles. Even so, any search for them would be impossible and dangerous due to the thickness of the dense jungle. Most who have attempted to go in to these jungles have quickly gotten lost and disoriented, never to be seen again. The danger and impossibility of the research only served to heighten her interest.

Dr. Steph hand selected three students for the adventure. Jen is her favorite current PhD student who shares an interest in ancient Latin American archeology and anthropology. She is fascinated by tribal traditions and folk lore. She is also one of the brightest student scholars who had come across Dr. Steph's path, but also has a rebellious and infectious sense of humor. Jen is a 25 years old gorgeous petite black woman only 5'1" tall. Everything about her is petite except her imagination and adventurous nature.

Dr. Steph selected two undergraduate students to join them in the expedition. The first is Bruce, an ancient archeology student. Bruce is an impressive lacrosse player. He is 6'1" with a muscular build, blond hair and hazel eyes. His roommate Carl is also on the lacrosse team, and an aspiring anthropology student with a promising future. Carl is a tall 6'5" and also muscular, with brown hair and blue eyes. In addition to their intelligence and reputation as a bit unconventional, Dr. Steph thought having these two males in the jungle would be helpful for their strength.

"I have hand picked you," she said to the three sitting around a table at a local Irish pub near the university. The three students were excited for the opportunity to go on one of Dr. Steph's famous expeditions. They spent some time introducing themselves to the others before Dr. Steph launched into her final orientation for the expedition.

"This is a dangerous trip," she concluded. "I want to be up front about this," she continued. "We plan to go in, do our work and then make it back. However, there are no guarantees. Anything could happen. Greatness is reserved for those willing to take the risks. I would rather die taking risks than live by avoiding them. So, as we go, I need to know you are all in."

The table buzzed with escalating nervous excitement as the three students hung on her every word. "I'm in," Bruce said impulsively, raising his glass. "I'm in," Jen and Carl both answered simultaneously, as they raised their mugs to toast. 

"I'm glad," Dr. Steph said with her broad smile. "All I can say is that whatever happens, your lives will never be the same. 

Day One

A week later the four boarded a plane for Quito. When they arrived, they were hit with a wave of the sweltering Ecuadorian summer heat, thick with humidity. They rented a Land Rover and then strapped on a rented canoe before driving several hours through remote mountainous jungle roads. The paved road turned to dirt, and then after a few more hours, turned into little more than a walking path. The over brush was thick. With each mile, the jungle foliage became denser. They finally reached the end of a path, where it was impossible for the Land Rover to go any further. They unstrapped the canoe and hiked five miles through rugged terrain until they reached an enchanted river far from any human contact. 

They camped there for the night using two tiny tube tents. Due to the blistering heat and humidity, they brought only small pads to sleep on. Sleeping bags were too bulky to carry and too warm for the tropical summer heat. For safety reasons they decided to have a man and woman in each tent. They decided they would alternate each night as bunkmates in the tents. It would also make it more comfortable for the men, sharing the tight space with one of the smaller women. Carl picked the tent with Dr. Steph; Bruce moved in for the night with Jen. 

"You'll be more comfortable sleeping in just your tank top and underwear," Dr. Steph said with experienced wisdom. She turned on a small flashlight in their tent and pulled off her hiking boots. There was no way to stand up in the tiny tube tent, so the only way she could pull her shorts off was to lay back on the thin pad and pull them down her long firm tan legs. Carl was surprised to see she was wearing a thong for panties. Without hesitation, she nonchalantly unsnapped her bra through the fabric of her tank top, pulled her arms out of each strap and then pulled her bra out from under the front of the tank top. Despite her best effort, Bruce caught a glimpse of some of the pale skin of her ample breast.

Carl couldn't help the lust he felt as he watched his gorgeous mentor strip down to her thin tank top and thong, displayed almost naked before him in the dimly lit tiny tent. He also couldn't help the growing hard reaction of his dick to the beautiful view of her lying there. 

"Let's go," she said, with a knowing smile of what the view of her would do to any 22 year-old male student. "We have a big day tomorrow."

Carl quickly took his boots off, lay back on his pad and followed her example to pull his shorts off. It was impossible for him to hide the tent his boxers had become with the fully erect pole of his dick beneath. Embarrassed, he quickly tried to adjust the thin fabric, accidentally causing his dick to push through the front opening of his boxers, exposing himself to his beautiful mentor. He quickly pushed the steeled rod back through the opening of his boxers to conceal himself.

"Nice," she said with a smile. "Very nice. Let's get some sleep." She turned off the small flashlight.

Carl lay there embarrassed, flattered and aroused. He was flattered she admired what she saw of his dick. He was surprised she would say so out loud, but also knew that nothing Dr. Steph did should surprise him. This deep into the jungle, the tent was now pitch black in darkness. He couldn't help enjoying the enviable moment of lying next to his gorgeous nearly naked professor in a tent in the middle of an Ecuadorian jungle. He resisted the strong urge to kiss her in the hope it might lead to more.

Day Two

The next morning the four got up early and ate a small breakfast. The three students were excited to begin the real part of the research expedition. They put the canoe into the river and loaded it with just enough food for three to four days. They would need to find food in the jungle to get them through the rest of the week. They also loaded a small amount of hand tools and other equipment for their research. Space on the small canoe was tight with the four of them. They pushed out on to the river, leaving any connection with civilization behind.

The farther they made their way up the river, the thicker the foliage got, and darker the jungle became. Sometimes the river was eerily quiet, other times the silence was broken with strange sounds of tropical wildlife. After paddling more than ten hours up the enchanted river, Dr. Steph directed them to pull the canoe up onto a small riverbank. A dense forest of massive tropical trees towered above them, with thick vines that hung like ropes. The ground was overgrown with bushes covered with large dark green leaves. The three students were convinced it must be the first time the riverbank had ever been seen or inhabited by humans.

Carl cut a long vine from a tree and tied the canoe securely to a tree. It would be their only way back to civilization if they survive the discovery mission. 

"Let's find a place to set up tonight's camp up there," Dr. Steph said, pointing up the embankment. If ancient tribes once inhabited this area, it would be most likely further up there," she said. "We'll explore it in the morning with fresh daylight."

The four hiked up the embankment, leaving the security of the canoe behind. After hiking up the hill about 15 minutes, they came across a small clearing in the thick jungle. "This will work," she said. 

The four were exhausted after the long trek to get there. The real work was still ahead of them. As the sun began to set they lit a small fire and ate some of their rations before turning in. Bruce shared a tent with Dr. Steph; Carl squeezed in to his side of the tent with Jen.

"What are you doing?" Jen asked, hearing the rustling sound in the darkness of their small tent.

"Taking off my boots and shorts," Carl said. "It's how Dr. Steph slept last night, and recommended it to me to sleep more comfortably."

"Makes sense," Jen said. With the things she had in the pockets of her shorts, she didn't get a good night's sleep the night before. She realized it was worth a try. She pulled her boots and shorts off in the darkness of the tent. Being so petite, Jen didn't bother bringing a bra on the expedition. As she lay there, she was grateful for the night's cover of darkness shading her scantily clothed body from Carl, but realized the sunrise in the morning would expose her. She smiled at the consolation of likely seeing him as well. The two coeds secretly lusted, as they lay next to each other in the tiny tent, before lulling off to sleep.

Day Three

Suddenly, sometime in the middle of the night, strange smoke began to fill their small remote makeshift campsite. The only airflow available to each tiny tent came through the small entrances. All four woke to an overwhelming strangely fragrant smoke filling their tents. They desperately gasped for air, coughing violently. It was impossible for any of them to escape the tight cocoon of the small tents quickly. Strangely, before any could get out, their panic suddenly subsided to a relaxed calm, like a strange high. Their bodies tingled. Fear and anxiety gave way to feelings of a surprising intense passionate arousal. 

"Whoa," Bruce said. "What's going on?"

"Mmmm," Jen moaned unexpectedly. "I like it."

The more they breathed in, the more all four experienced nirvana and began to feel blood rush to their erogenous zones. The women felt their nipples harden with heightened sensitivity, while their pussy tingled and moistened. The intensity of their arousal caused their bodies to ache for relief. The men felt sudden erection more intense than they had ever experienced, despite the frequent and easily horny predisposition of college males. Their dicks ached with unprecedented growth.

Each began to reach for their tent mates with unbridled lust. Passionate kisses turned into uncontrolled sexual frenzies. Tank tops ripped, as they bared one another's tops. Panties and underwear were next, torn into tattered rags. The couples began to ravenously jostle with one another within the tight confines of their tents for wild voracious sex. The smoke no longer concerned them; their one focus was to quench their suddenly mutual insatiable sexual appetite.

The two tents hummed with moans and euphoric screams of unrestrained pleasure. 

"Oh gawd yes!"

"Harder!"

"Fuck me!"

"Don't stop! Don't stop!"

"You're going to take me again!"

The longer the sex went, the more intense it became. Rather than orgasmic release causing the sexual passion to subside, it reversed the physiological response, escalating the intensity of their sexual hunger. They continued to fuck each other voraciously until each passed out.

Day Four

The four woke up hours later with their hands above their heads tied to tall poles. They were all naked, having ripped each other's clothing off in their small tents. They didn't understand the smoke or what happened during the night, but remembered every moment of the fuck-fest with crystal clarity. As they opened their eyes, they saw and felt the heat of a large bonfire in front of them, lighting the dark pitch-black jungle night, far from any civilization. A crowd of large brown-skinned men in tribal wear consistent with ancient Central American customs surrounded them. Black markings decorated their bodies. Dr. Steph didn't recognize the tribal markings or dressings. It must be a tribe so primitive, deep in these woods, that have not yet been discovered, she thought to herself. She felt residual affects of the sexual urges that had overtaken her. 

"Oooog, mahog yee," one of the nearby tribesmen said, calling the attention of the others to the returning sobriety of their four captives. Suddenly the sound of primitive drums began to beat, breaking the silence of the night. The men started dancing and chanting. They had long black hair, with tall muscular bodies, none shorter than 6'8". They wore only a cloth headband around their head and the smallest of loincloths that did little to cover the unusually enormous lengths of their almost snake-like manhood, especially as they danced. The sound called the tribe's women to the edge of the campfire; they too moved rhythmically to the beat of the drums. Like the men, they were tall with long black hair. Their bodies were also fit and muscular from their jungle life, and like the men, unusually well endowed. They too only wore cloth headbands and the smallest of animal skin loincloths. Their bare large firm brown breasts moved with them to the beat of the drums. The tribal women's voices began to rise with the chants of their men, getting louder and louder as they danced around the fire. 

"What's going on, Dr. Steph," Bruce asked, fearful these natives might be cannibals.

"Just stay calm and don't move," she said. "I am not familiar with this tribe."

Jen started to cry in fear of how the savages might kill them, never to be found or heard from again by the civilized world.

"I know it's hard, but try not to show emotion," Dr. Steph counseled. "Try to pull it together Jen."

Jen worked to catch her breath.

The chants continued to get louder as the savages danced more passionately around the fire. As they passed the captives, the men took liberties to touch the women's bodies. The squaws seized the opportunity to touch the bodies of the strange white men. 

As the dance intensified, a giant muscular figure appeared out of the darkness of the jungle. He stood easily at least seven feet tall with a muscular body beyond what any of the captives had ever seen. He was dressed like the others except for a more elaborate headdress that set him apart. The others continued to dance around the fire as he slowly marched to assess his tribe's unusual prey. The jaws of the four captives dropped in awe at his sheer size. His body neck and shoulders bulged with muscle and rippled down his massive chest and 30 inch biceps. His tall thick legs looked like tree trunks, rippling with muscle. The sight of him was overwhelming, but it was what was between his legs, illuminated by the bright light of the fire, that caused them to gasp. His relaxed monstrous dark sexual organ was almost five inches across and hung at least 15 inches long. 

He stood in front of his four captives and let out a primal roar that echoed through the jungle. The four shuddered, as they watched his massive hands fondle the novel white body of Dr. Steph and Jen's dark black petite body. Bruce and Carl tried futilely to do something, but were helpless against the restraints around their wrists.

The tribal chief let out another banshee cry. Suddenly some of the men of the tribe began waving branches as they danced around the fire. The chants got louder and more intense as the natives continued to dance around the blaze, waving the large colorful branches in the air over the fire. The leaves were unlike anything Dr. Steph had ever seen. The medium sized leaves were red with bright yellow streaks, shimmering as the unusually oily surfaces reflected the light from the fire. The chief let out another cry, and one of the tribesmen dropped his leaf-covered branch into the fire. A flume of red smoke rose from the flames. Another native ceremoniously dropped his branch into the fire like the first, causing more smoke to rise from the blaze. The chants and dancing got more intense. Another branch dropped into the fire, and another. Suddenly the whole clearing was filling with the red smoke. Silhouettes of the tribal dancers could be seen through the haze of smoke with the glow of the fire behind them. A familiar overwhelming fragrant aroma filled the air. It was what filled their tents the night before. 

Suddenly their fears began to melt away, replaced by a new wave of overwhelming arousal. The high made them relaxed yet filled them with an intensifying sexual passion. Another branch was thrown onto the fire, and another. The bodies of the four captives began to writhe, tied to the poles, not out of pain, but out of unbridled lust. Dr. Steph and Jen felt their tits sensitize with their nipples painfully pushing out almost an inch, begging for attention. Their pussies suddenly moistened with a gush of lubrication. Bruce and Carl watched their dicks rise to unprecedented heights, throbbing for relief. 

The crowd of tribal dancers was also falling under the spell of their aphrodisiac drug. The women moaned with desire as they danced, their bodies responding as Dr. Steph and Jen. The captives gasped as the watched the men's dicks raise like tall masts. Amid the smoke, the captives heard the chief cry out again. Suddenly, like a ship cutting it's way through an ocean fog, the four captives became paralyzed at the sight of his colossal manhood appearing through the thick smoke toward Dr. Steph.

Dr. Steph was awestruck by the sheer size of the tribal chief as he approached her with purpose. Normally she would be terrified, but the strong aphrodisiac properties of the smoke instead made her ravenous for him. It was clear by the look in his eyes, he was coming to take her.

The tribal savage cut her free of the vines around her wrists. Dr. Steph immediately dropped to her knees in front of him, took his manhood into her hands and forced the broad bulbous dark head into her mouth. She gagged from the sheer size it, but continued with erotic determination. She had never wanted anything more.




Jungle Fever



The tribal crowd gasped in shock. Their primitive ways had never imagined oral stimulation; they always move immediately to the primal satisfaction of animalistic-like fucking. Tribal warriors stepped forward to protect their chief from this strange oral assault, but he quickly grunted and put his hand up to stop them. The aboriginal crowd watched in stunned amazement. 

Dr. Steph continued to skillfully massage the massive head with her soft moist lips and tongue while her hands pumped the seemingly endless length of his thick manhood. She relished the feel of the impressive muscles and veins in her hands as she stroked him, and now the taste of the first drops of pre-cum lubricating his head. The volume of his pre-cum rivaled what she was used to with most men's ejaculate; she wondered what that would mean when he unloaded at orgasm. She was hungry to find out. 

The chief began to yell more unintelligible cries as his fists beat his chest. Dr. Steph could feel the massive shaft thickening in her hands almost like there was a large expanding flow of lava at the center moving quickly toward volcanic eruption. The chief's body began to sweat and quake, his trunk-like legs shook. His massive hands reached down and engulfed the back of her head, securing his dick in her thirsty mouth. "Aaauuugggghhhhhamen Baaalloooooggaa" he yelled, as the first burst of thick cum poured into her mouth like a fire hose. Dr. Steph gagged desperately. The force of the blast would have knocked her over except for his strong hands holding her in place. Cum spilled out of her mouth and nose from the force of it. She gasped for breath as the next wave quickly shot into her mouth and across her face. Her hands vigorously continued to work the length of his shaft. Her lips broke free of him, causing wave upon wave of his thick cream to drench her, blanketing her from head to toe. Her hands continued to work him relentlessly, despite the thick coating that painted her body, and his cum pooling beneath her. He let out another cry as she struggled to wrap her lips around him again to drink in more of his nectar.

The chief was so taken by what had just happened that he picked the young professor up in his arms like a doll. The chief needed no time to recover, and was ready to take his prey in the way he had come for. He lowered Dr. Steph onto his dick, stretching her pussy beyond what she thought possible. She cried out in arousing pain as his cum-covered manhood filled every crevice within her desperate pussy. 

"Oh gawd yes!" she screamed. She reached her arms around his neck, welcoming him to have his way with her. In that moment, language was no barrier to communicating what they both wanted. Civilized or not, the primal urges and needs were the same. She pulled her tits into his face. She felt the sting of his teeth capturing her nipple as he continued to impale her with his enormous rod.

"Gawd yes! Yes! YES!" she screamed as wave after wave of her own orgasm began to rock her body. One orgasm gave way to another. She had never experienced anything like it. She finally became limp in his arms as he continued to use her. 

Suddenly the tribal chief yelled his unintelligible cries as another colossal climax exploded from him, filling her to the deepest crevices. His thick cum poured out, and ran down her long legs, covering them with the white body paint. He laid her down on the ground as his cum continued to spray from him, further drenching her.

Dr. Steph wondered if the sheer volume and strength of her host meant certain impregnation. Was it possible? If so, what would their offspring be? She was so caught up in lust she only wanted more, despite being wrecked by his size. Dr. Steph suddenly realized the cum of the chief was like gold to the tribe. Tribal women suddenly surrounded her with a lustful thirst, and began to lick every drop of his sticky nectar off of her body. Their tongues work between her legs quickly brought her again to orgasm. Dr. Steph was now available to the lustful cravings of the rest of the tribe's men, and she welcomed it.

The chief then turned to Jen. Normally Jen would be terrified, but the red smoke continued to intoxicate all in its reach. She had enviously watched Dr. Steph be taken by the goliath. She was in lust-filled desperation to experience him for herself.

He untied his black captive. Like the white skin of Dr. Steph, the tribal chief had never seen someone so beautifully dark, nor petite. Her hands immediately dropped to take hold of the unbelievable dick in front of her. Even with both tiny hands, she was unable to reach around its girth. She smiled at the thought of being taken by such an incredible form. The beast laid her on her back on a large rock and impaled her for his own.

Jen screamed with delight. Her head dropped back over the edge of the rock, submitting herself for him to have his way with her. Suddenly one of the other tribesmen appeared in front of her face. She looked at his manhood upside down. It was far more impressive than any she had seen in civilization at more than a foot long, but paled compared to the chief's dick fucking her beyond what she thought possible. The tribesman had been impressed with Dr. Steph oral work on the chief, and wanted to experience it for himself.

Partly out of the erotic delight of being fucked so massively by the chief, and partly out of thirst, Jen opened her mouth. She reached her hands out and took hold of the native's ass to pull his dick toward her waiting lips. Jen was in heaven with the nirvana of the chief's impaling at one end of her while savoring the taste and feel of the second dick in her mouth. Jen's body began to quake from the climax growing deep within her. She was in a bliss she never thought possible. The chief continued undaunted as her pussy gushed with waves of cum. Suddenly, both the chief and the tribesmen erupted at the same time. Jen gagged on the load of the sweet white syrup down her throat. She grabbed the man's ass tighter, refusing to let his manhood escape from her mouth until she could swallow every drop from him. She could feel the overwhelming gush of the chief's cum filling her until it overflowed down her silky black legs. She was delusional with pleasure.

As the chief was taking Jen, the tribal women surrounded the strange white men and untied them. Even if they tried to escape, the size, muscularity and number of the women would easily corral them. The women also knew their way around the jungle well, while the white men had no idea where they were in the dangerous dense bush. Due to the continuing intoxication of the red smoke, neither Bruce nor Carl had any desire to escape from the circle of naked sex-starved squaws. While the size of both men's dicks would be considered larger than most in civilization, they were nothing compared to the size of the men in the primitive tribe. However, the women were captivated by the novelty of their white skin and soft texture. Small skirmishes broke out for who would get them first. In the end, it didn't matter; all of the women would get their turn with each.

Day Five

As the morning sun rose, Dr. Steph, Jen, Bruce and Carl all awoke, scattered across the small jungle opening. They were naked, sore, exhausted and spent. The women were covered in tribal cum. The jungle was strangely silent; the four of them were alone. The tribe had disappeared into the thick unchartered jungle as quickly as they had ambushed them. The red smoke had dissipated into the tropical air. The roaring fire from the night before had reduced to embers. 

The four gathered around the small smoldering campfire naked and in disbelief of what had happened. They each still felt the residual affects of the potent aphrodisiac. 

"Shit, that was crazy," Bruce said.

Jen smiled, then caught herself, not wanting to expose how much she enjoyed the tribal orgy. She had never given so many times nor so repeatedly hard. There was something addictive about it. She felt some disappointment her captives had gone.

"Are we going to continue with our hunt for the excavation site?" Jen asked. She secretly wondered if they might stumble on more natives in their search for their archeological dig.

"We need to find our camp. We'll need our tents and equipment," Dr. Steph said. We need to take stock of what we have, before deciding to continue on. We have no food or supplies for survival."

"We have no clothes," Carl said. The others chuckled, realizing they felt more comfortable with each other than any imagined when they began the trip.

"Which direction do you think our camp is?" Jen asked.

The last thing any of them remember before waking up tied to the poles was having their tents overtaken by the intoxicating smoke, which caused them to fuck their tent-mate all night until passing out in exhaustion. Smoking out their small tents with the rare aphrodisiac was an effective way for the tribe to disarm and knock out the intruders before carrying them to the clearing for their tribal ceremony. Now the four naked researchers had no idea which direction to go to find their tents. They weren't even certain anything was left. They were surrounded by thick heavy jungle in every direction. To go the wrong way would lead them deeper into the unchartered dangerous jungle, quite possibly never to be found. 

"The sun is rising in that direction," Carl observed, which means that's East. We came in from the North, so, even if we don't find our tent, I vote we go in that direction."

Bruce noticed two branches covered with the red leaves and yellow streaks. He also noticed small yellow seedpods at the base of each cluster of leaves on the branches. He got up to investigate, and picked them up. "These look familiar," he said. He looked around and found a few more branches covered with the colorful leaves. "They left them here." He brought the branches over to the others by the fire. 

"Careful," Dr. Steph said. "You don't want to get those too close to the fire," she added.

"Or do we," Jen blurted before feeling embarrassed by the exposure of her desire.

Bruce and Carl smiled. "What plant is this?" Bruce asked.

"I have never seen it," Dr. Steph said, "although there are legends about it. I never put much stock in the legends until now," she added. "They are indigenous to this jungle and have never been seen outside of it."

"Until now," Jen suggested. The other three smiled. Whatever else they might find with an excavation, this discovery could change their lives.

"If we ever make it back to Quito, it won't be easy smuggling this out of the country and back home."

The four each picked off a dozen leaves from the branches, and a handful of yellow seeds. Being naked, they had nothing to carry them with. They were limited to what they could hold in their hands. They set out through the bush to the north in hopes of finding signs of tracks that might lead them back to their camp. With each hour, their bodies became sweatier in the humid hot jungle. They were grateful for the rare crossing of a stream for fresh water during the day. Strangely, with each passing hour, each one felt increasingly aroused. Throughout the long hot day, oils from the slick leaves were being absorbed into their skin from their hands, and then into their circulation system. 

After 12 hours of circuitous trial and error in search of their camp, they were overjoyed to find it. The tents were still in tact, but their clothes were mostly rags from being torn off one another with reckless sexual abandon. Most of their supplies were still in tact. The sight of the campsite brought back licentious fond memories. With no food in their system, and hours of carrying the oil laced leaves, they were helplessly vulnerable to the intoxication of the potent aphrodisiac. They were all secretly trying to resist the growing lust within them, but were powerless to it. It was difficult to hide. Dr. Steph and Jen both gave away their arousal with the height of their nipples and occasional moans. Even more obvious were Bruce and Carl's remarkable involuntary erections throbbing in front of them. Jen was the most vulnerable being so petite. Like a blood alcohol level, her size made her easily intoxicated. In a brief moment of weakness, overcome by elation in finding the campsite, she reached out and took hold of Bruce's dick, running her petite hand over his large purple head. His handsome member was too tempting to resist.

"Auughh, gawd yes" Bruce cried out, wonderfully hypersensitive to her touch. He took Jen in his arms and kissed her. Both were instantly defenseless to their carnal desires. 

The sight of Bruce and Jen caused Dr. Steph to turn to Carl, and with a wry smile, reached out to take his impressive throbbing dick in her hand. Carl gasped with pleasure as his hands reciprocated across her slippery fit naked body of perfection. Desperate moans filled the small campsite. 

Jen set her colorful leaves and yellow seeds down in the dirt to free her hands to appropriately fuck Bruce. As she did, she had a crazy idea. She paused to pick up two seeds from the small pile. She held them up in front of Bruce. She popped one in her mouth and then pushed one into Bruce's. They both knew the seeds would be exponentially more potent than the leaves. 

"Oh shit!" Bruce yelled. His body buzzed with arousal beyond anything he had ever experienced. His dick responded with immediate uncontrolled ejaculation, spraying Jen with his cum.

Jen's body had the same aphrodisiac reaction. She gasped for air as her body convulsed in rapturous orgasm. Her pussy gushed with moisture. Her nipples ached with unprecedented arousal. "Oh, gawd, oh gawd!" she screamed. Bruce immediately laid her down and pushed his manhood deep into her gushing hungry pussy.

Dr. Steph and Carl watched Jen and Bruce pop the seeds like a super drug. Already aroused and willing, they each consumed one to experience the potency for themselves.

"Oh damn!" Carl yelled as his dick began spewing cum on Dr. Steph. Like she did with the tribal chief, Dr. Steph immediately dropped to her knees to take in the fountain of Carl's love nectar. She tried to keep her lips secured around his shaft as her own body responded to the power of the love seed. Carl moved his body around to bury his face into her shaved pussy to lap up her sweet juices.

The intensity of the arousal produced by the seeds was almost supernatural; and so was the length of its effect. The four researchers fucked each other continuously all night and the next two days. The aphrodisiac made their drive insatiable. They wondered if it would ever lessen, and hoped not.

The orgy began to wind down out of sheer exhaustion, the diminishing affect of the seeds and depletion of food. They had been in the jungle for more than a week, and they still had a two-day trek out of the jungle to make their flight.

Epilogue 

The epic discovery expedition fell short of the archeological hopes they came for, but exceeded their dreams of its impact on their lives. Each of the four was returning home with a small stack of the colorful leaves and potent seeds. They began the long 12 hour-flight back to London sharing the dreams they had for when they returned. Jen had plans of how she would use them to start a new line of teas. Bruce and Carl began teaming up with the idea of developing new herbal supplements. Dr. Steph looked forward to simply adding the seeds to her home garden for strategic personal use. For the moment though, Bruce couldn't resist the experiment of seeing what would happen if he put one of the rare oily leaves in each of the airplane's small bathroom fans on a long 12-hour overseas flight. 

As usual, Dr. Steph was right. Whatever happened on this expedition, their lives would never be the same. It was what happened next that surprised them all the most.