4 comments/ 31299 views/ 11 favorites Jungle Ecstasy Pt. 01 By: switluvxtasy71 Onitsha (East of the Niger River) - January, 1896 Katherine woke up to the thump, thump sound of metal striking wood. She stretched and smiled. Chidebem had kept his word as he usually did. He had promised to start cutting the tree early this morning, so that he could finish before breakfast... The sound of the machete striking the tree had stopped for a while, and then resumed with more vigor. Suddenly, Katherine felt an irresistible urge to see Chidebem at work. She had a vague idea at the back of her mind that she wanted to see his beautiful graceful form at work, and rose from the bed. She looked through the slats of the woodwork towards the direction of the sound; and sure enough, he was there, his right arm rising and falling steadily in a graceful arc as he swung his heavy machete repeatedly against the tree. His torso was covered with sweat, and it glistened in the post-dawn light, even at this distance. She watched him work, her eager eyes feasting on his body and its movements. The broad shoulders, wide back and slim hips, the compact and tight buttocks, molded closely by his tight-fitting shorts. Then, as he turned to focus on another side of the tree, her eyes narrowed and she sucked in her breath as she gazed at his front. The compact, well-developed chest muscles, the flat, ribbed abdomen, the muscled thighs. His shorts had become damp with his sweat and hugged his crotch very closely. Katherine blinked and stared at the bulge there, her mouth slightly open. He cut such a breathtakingly masculine figure that she could not draw her gaze away. Therefore, she stood and stared at him, her mouth slightly open, her eyes narrowed with the intensity of her gaze. Slowly, she felt a soft delicious languor steal over her, a feeling of weakness and being boneless that had her clutching at the window frame. Her breathing had deepened as her heartbeat quickened. Despite the coolness of the early morning harmattan air, her body felt damp. It was as if she was coming down with a fever and she felt a trickle of sweat run down the valley between her breasts. She pressed her dress between her breasts to soak away the sweat and gasped. Her breasts felt ultra sensitive and her nipples were turgid. The rub of her nightdress across her nipples had sent a frisson of excitement through her body and she felt her secret places liquefying. She knew that she ought to leave the window but she could not. Some elemental force kept her rooted there, staring at the boy cutting the tree. Then she heard Nana's voice calling out a greeting to Chidebem and the spell she seemed to be under was broken. She felt her legs trembling as she stumbled back to the bed. She tried in vain to control the trembling of her body, her shallow breathing, the pounding of her heart. Then like someone sleepwalking, she sat up and unbuttoned the front of her nightdress. Her breasts were flushed and crimson in color. Her nipples were turgid and looked very big as she stared down at them. Slowly, she lifted her hands and cupped the underside of her breasts gently, feeling their weight. They felt heavier than usual and the feel of her palms on her damp, sensitized flesh made her heart beat even faster. She squeezed her breasts and gasped at the pleasure she felt. An involuntary cry escaped her as she took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Her nipples felt so big, but they got even bigger and harder as she rolled them between her fingers. Soon, her legs began to move restlessly on the bed, as the sensations created by the rolling of her nipples pooled between them. She had become very moist down there and felt the moisture seeping down to the crack of her anus. She crossed her legs together and squeezed, moaning at the hazy pleasure the action gave her. She felt her legs trembling as she squeezed harder, her moans getting louder. The pressure on her breasts had increased as she squeezed, her nipples pressed almost painfully between her fingers. The sensations coursing through her body increased until she felt an almost frantic need for release. She lifted her buttocks off the bed as she hurriedly pulled her dress up to her waist. Her fingers snaked through the lush bush of hair at her pubis and she gasped as it touched her moist nether lips. She cried out as her middle finger flicked across her engorged clitoris, feeling a thousand sparks of fire ignite her womanhood. She slipped two fingers into her vagina and moaned at the feel. Then she thrust them in and out vigorously as her thumb rubbed a terrible heat into her clitoris. A heat that threatened to overwhelm her soon with its intensity. Her right hand and its fingers squeezed and pressed her breasts and nipples, while her left hand worked furiously at her lower body. Her hand moved rapidly from one breast to the other as the sensations washing over her increased in intensity. The sound of her moans and the squelching sound made by the fingers in her wet womanhood filled the room as her scent filled her nostrils. Her pleasured cries got louder as she reached the crescendo. Then, all too soon, she was seized by powerful spasms as her orgasm roared through her. The feelings were overwhelming as they rippled through her again and again; and she had no control over the involuntary sobbing cries that echoed her intense release. She was lying back on the bed, panting and struggling to recover her breath, when she heard an urgent knock on her bedroom door. For a moment she was still, completely disoriented. Then she jerked up as if touched by a hot iron, hastily rearranging her dress. She was unable to find her voice before she heard William's concerned tones. "Kathy, are you alright? I heard you crying out." "Yes...I am. I...I had a bad dream...I guess, but I'm alright, really..." Her voice sounded shaky even to her own ears, but then that was to be expected from someone who had just woken up from a nightmare. She felt like someone dragged back forcefully from a distant place in space. "Are you sure? Do you need any help?" His voice was still concerned. "No... I'm fine, really. But...what kind of help are you talking about? To hold me and tell me that it was just a dream?" she asked with an unsteady laugh, trying for a light, bantering tone of voice. "Like I used to do when you were little? Nay, I think not." His own laughter was rich with amusement. "I just wanted to make sure you're alright." There was a brief pause, and then he continued, "I want to take John fishing. We normally have better luck earlier in the morning, like now. We'll be back before breakfast." CHIDEBEM sat between two thick branches of the big mango tree-his favorite hideaway-reading a book. The tree was by the river and he loved to sit on this comfortable branch and read, or just let his mind roam widely with thoughts. The fresh scent of the air, the steady rhythm of the flowing water, the cool breeze on his face, and the melodious chirping of the wild birds, all combined to lift his spirit and sooth his soul. Many a troubled thought had been eased away by sitting atop this branch. As his mind drifted to some pleasant reverie, he heard Katherine scream. He sat up quickly, searching for her location. He could not see her from where he was, but he could guess at the general direction the scream had come from. He closed and placed the book carefully where the branch met the trunk of the tree, then looked towards the ground, preparing to climb down quickly. Then he heard the cry again, louder this time and full of fear. John! Though he could not see them, he felt the cold hands of fear clutch at his heart. Katherine must be screaming that way because John was in danger! He abandoned the thought of climbing down the tree and crawled quickly towards the edge of the thick branch instead. He hung in the air for a moment, suspended by his two hands gripped around the tree branch. Then he leapt forward and downward, landing in the river with a loud splash. He landed in shallow water; and in moments, was scrambling up the riverbank. Then he was racing fast in the direction of the screams, as a third cry rent the air. He rounded a corner of bushes and there they were. John was running towards him with Katherine in pursuit, calling out to him anxiously. He heard John's laughter and saw him waving something long and slender in his hand. A snake! His heart skipped a beat and he accelerated as he dashed towards the little boy. Then he broke his run and fell down on his knees, overtaken by mirth. Ak'ege! "See, Chidebem, see! A snake. I caught a long snake." His voice was breathless and high-pitched with glee as he waved about the poor dazed snake. Chidebem reached out and John placed the reptile in his hand. He placed it gently on the ground, facing it away as Katherine reached them. She pulled John by his ear and paddled his little bottom with her open palm. "Why did you do that? Don't you know those things can bite and that their bite can kill? What's wrong with you? You can't play with those things! You can't play with everything!" Chidebem had never seen Katherine so angry before, but he understood its cause. "But...but I saw Chidebem do it. Isn't that so, Chidebem? I saw him, and the snake didn't bite him." John was rubbing his ear and bottom. Both ends obviously hurt, but the excitement of his latest prank clearly overshadowed the pain. Despite the frown on his face, there was a definite sparkle in his eyes. "Is it true that he has seen you hold snakes like that?" Katherine fixed angry eyes on Chidebem's kneeling form. "I think he saw me do it once, but I didn't know that he saw me. I would have told him not to do that if I knew. I removed the snake so that it won't frighten you. It was moving close to the mat where you were sleeping under a tree." The smile he gave her was sheepish, as John gave her an 'I told you so' look. "Is that so? When was that?" An anxious look had come into her eyes at the thought of one of those hateful reptiles coming close to her. And she did not even know! "That was the day after we brought back those twins. The snake was not a bad one. It was just like this one. It's called ak'ege and it doesn't bite." Chidebem tried to reassure her, and then glanced at the light green snake that was beginning to wriggle its slim body slowly. It was coming out of the daze John's actions had caused it. "Then you have to make him understand that he mustn't do that again. Other snakes are not as harmless as this one. You have to do it because he listens to you more than he does me." Katherine's frustration was obvious as she tried for the most censorious tone of voice she could muster. She glanced at the wriggling reptile and shivered. "I'll tell him, don't worry about it", Chidebem reassured her, rising to his feet. He heard Katherine suck in her breath and looked sharply at her. Her eyes were fixed on his crotch, with an intent expression on her face. He looked down on himself automatically and felt a wave of deep shame wash over him. He saw clearly, the bold outline of his outsized manhood through his wet and tight-fitting shorts. Its size was a source of embarrassment he struggled to deal with constantly, and now... He looked at her shamefacedly, wondering if she was disgusted with the big swell at his crotch. He found her staring at him in that same intent manner, a strange expression in her suddenly darkened blue eyes. Katherine looked up at him and their gaze held for a long moment, then they both looked away self-consciously. The air was thick with a tension Chidebem could not understand, but which Katherine understood only too well. The boy looked mortified, and clearly, he could not wait to bolt away. She could not stop herself from taking another peek at that large swell, though, sensing the nervous boy tense as she did so. It seems even bigger, she thought, her heartbeat quickening, and the blood seeming to thicken and flow faster in her veins. "Look! The snake is moving away!" John's excited call broke the sensual spell. They both looked and saw the little green snake moving slowly away from them, towards a clump of bushes close to where they stood. Katherine reached out and grabbed John's left arm as he made to go after the snake. "Stop it, you willful boy! I just told you not to do that. Take him and talk to him, please." She pushed him towards Chidebem, studiously avoiding his eyes. Chidebem did likewise, looking towards the ground as he silently took John's hand. With a distracted expression on his face, he turned and started towards the river, the little boy in tow. Katherine watched them go, her eyes fixed on his compact, well-shaped buttocks, shown off by the snug fit of his wet shorts. The sight of the movement of the tightly bunched muscles turned her insides to liquid. She shook her head, a dazed expression on her face. The hunger she felt was startling. She turned and walked slowly towards her picnic mat. Her legs trembled slightly, her heart pounded in her chest, and her mind and body were in turmoil. Chidebem had difficulties sleeping that night. He kept thinking of what happened earlier that day. After supper, he did not go to the office for his usual study with Katherine, staying back in his room instead. He did not even go to see the twins! That made him sad, but he could not bring himself to face Katherine yet. He felt too ashamed to do so, worried greatly about that part of his body. He knew that it was bigger than that of most people. Even when he was much younger, it had always drawn the attention of other boys. When he went to swim with his mates, they would tease him mercilessly, saying that the meat there would do to make a pot of soup! It was much bigger than theirs were. It was even bigger than that of most grown men at the river by the time he was fifteen seasons old! Since he stopped running around naked, it had been all right mostly, but there were times, like today, when the stupid thing still embarrassed him. And before Madam Katherine too! That beautiful and wonderful woman. He had come to like her so much that he would do almost anything to please her. Her presence on the day he had wrestled with Ejidike had been a big boost and motivation for him to win. He also had the courage to do what he did concerning those twin babies because he knew that it would please her. Now this... this cursed thing would make her see him as an abnormal person. Chidebem could not bear the thought of her disliking him because of the cursed appendage. He just could not. He tried to console himself with the thought that he was not sure he had seen disgust on her face when she had stared at him so intently earlier. His last thought before he finally drifted off to sleep was that, instead of having Katherine dislike him because of his penis, he would cut off the disgusting thing! Katherine luxuriated in the delicious feel of the warm water in the bathtub. The chill of the harmattan night made the water feel so good on her skin. She was soaking her body in the warm water in the hope that it would lure her to sleep. It was quite late and very quiet. Besides the sound of insects and the distant sounds of a few daring night birds, it was graveyard silent outside. The harmattan cold made sure of that. Even the constabulary guards must be hurdled up in the sheds built for the cold of the harmattan nights. She could see the faint light cast by the full moon through the slits in the window of the bathing room. Though the light was weak, it was enough to show the steam rising from the bathtub, for she was in the dark. She preferred the darkness because she thought she was better off without light. Soon, though, she realized that her assumption was wrong. The silence and the darkness pressed in on her, making her feel as if she was all alone in the world. And there was no escape from the thoughts harassing her mind. The same thoughts that had kept her awake and compelled her to boil water and soak in the bathtub. Thoughts of the disturbing incident earlier in the day. Katherine was through with denying the attraction Chidebem had for her. What she was concerned about now was what to do about it. The whole thing was ridiculous and had to stop. He did not come this evening for their study and she did not see him at the schoolhouse-both regular activities for him-and she knew why. Who would blame him for avoiding her? Which boy his age would be comfortable with being ogled that way by a grown woman like herself? She laughed softly at the thought of her wicked imaginings while relaxing on her picnic mat after that incident. Whoever heard of an illicit affair between a nineteen-year-old boy and a thirty-one year old woman? Especially when the boy was a Negro, and the woman, a white woman. She ought to be ashamed of herself, really. She knew that, and she had been telling herself that. Even her attempt to rationalize that this mad yearning was caused by the absence of a man in her life for quite a while now did not wash. It was a lame excuse. But then, all these self-admonitions had not diminished the urge or stemmed its tide. Rather, it had kept getting stronger every day, made worse by the fact that, though the person in question was so young, he had such a masculine aura and appeal that very few fully grown men possessed. Then there was the incident earlier today. How could she curb this gnawing hunger after that? Even now, she could feel her heartbeat quicken at the thought of that heavy bulge. That large swell at his crotch. Was that all him? How can it be that large when he was still so young? And he was not even aroused yet! How then will it be when it is turgid? She had tried to imagine it, but could not. It was beyond anything she had ever experienced or even imagined before! Her mind in a sensual turmoil, Katherine half-consciously began to touch herself, compelled by a force too elemental to deny. First, her belly and thighs, then her swollen breasts and turgid nipples. Finally, her questing fingers arrived at the seat of her hunger. Gently, she stroked the lush matted growth of hair at her crotch, before plunging into her sensitized cauldron of release. She had vowed never to do this again after the morning she watched Chidebem cutting the tree, but that resolve melted away in the face of her hunger. At least, this would provide release and relief, even if for just a while. Besides, she could stop this now as well as she could stop a brewed-up storm from breaking. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth in a continuous and ever rising moan as the whirling vortex of sensations surged through her. At the height of her sensual flight, her whole body convulsed and she cried out-a loud animal cry, like a call to the silent African night. An invitation to the African moon to bear witness to the fevered madness caused by the wildness beneath. And all the while, as the uncontrollable feelings coursed through her, fixed firmly in her mind's eye was an image of that arousing large bulge. KATHERINE sighed as she got up from the table at the office wing of the house. She was thirsty and needed a drink. She giggled as she went, unsure of what had caused the dryness in her throat-the dry harmattan air or the naughty and exciting journal she was reading. It was late afternoon and John was having his siesta. Through the window, she saw that the weak sun had started to fall and was amazed at the passage of time since she started to read that dirty journal. She was so engrossed in it. She laughed-an earthy, deep-throated, feminine sound full of allure. To think that she would stumble upon 'The Pearl' here in Africa! And in her conservative brother's small library! Jungle Ecstasy Pt. 01 Restless and unable to take a nap after lunch, she had gone in search of something to read; and discovered 'The Pearl'. It was an erotic underground publication only whispered about in London. Many people did not even know for sure if it existed. To many others, it was just a myth! Katherine only believed that it existed because Roy had told her about it. A well-respected colonel had shown him a copy once. Obviously, it was not the sort of publication you found displayed openly in people's libraries. Now to find a copy in her brother's library here in Africa! Of all places! Wonders shall never end, she thought, laughing her deep, sensual laugh again. She had found it hidden behind some tomes while trying to bring down a volume of Shakespeare's works. She was shocked and excited, and with trembling hands had opened it to be sure that it was the same journal Roy had talked about. It was the very same! However, she had noted James Harvey's name written inside it, which, somehow, was not surprising. But then, William must have borrowed and kept it. William, the straitlaced one! She shook her head and smiled, then took a sip of water from her china cup. She had started to read and had not noticed time fly by. Did those things written in the book really happen, in London, the countryside, and all sorts of places mentioned in the journal? Or did they make it all up? Really, how could they have made up stories like that, if they had not experienced them or heard about them before? Katherine could not see how one could do that. And she thought that the things Cliff showed her only happened in the Far East-oriental delights. She smiled as she sat down at the dining table. A smile of a new awareness. She had never read anything remotely like this before, and was amazed at the profound effect it had on her. At how aroused she was. Even as she sat there, without touching herself, she could feel the turgidity of her nipples, her moistness... She rested her forehead on her palms, her elbows on the table, wondering what to do. She had become more restless than she was before she went into the office a while earlier... Chidebem hurried towards the office building. He was coming from the schoolhouse and could not wait to tell Katherine what happened there this afternoon. The younger sister of Ugwunwanyi, the woman who had given birth to twin sons the day after arriving at the church-house, had come with a message from home. Their father had threatened to attack the people keeping his daughter at the schoolhouse with a machete, and take her home; unless she left her cursed children and go back to her husband. Of course, he could do no such thing. Even if he came with a warrior tribe from his clan, they would not get past the constabulary guards. But the messengers were beside themselves with worry for their sister over retribution from the earth deity. And now they were worried about what might happen to their father, too, if he came here brandishing a machete. This afternoon was only the second time Chidebem had gone to the schoolhouse since that embarrassing incident four days ago, and he had not gone for their studies again since then. As he got closer to the brick house, he felt a tinge of apprehension because he had not seen Katherine since that day. The guard on duty opened the outer office door for him after exchanging greetings. He closed the door, walked through the inner office, and raised his hand to knock on the door connecting the office area to the living quarters. The open journal on the table caught his attention, and he picked it up, his purpose of his coming here momentarily forgotten as he began to read. Soon, he became engrossed in what he was reading, his heartbeat quickening as a strange excitement coursed through his body. Though he could not comprehend all he read, he understood enough to know what it was all about. He had not done it before and was not particularly interested; but he had wondered about it sometimes, especially when he heard older boys or men talk about it, or heard songs that alluded to it. He knew that Katherine must have left the journal open on the table and wondered fleetingly why she was reading such a book. But he was too engrossed in what he was reading to dwell on it. Suddenly he heard soft footsteps approaching from the other side of the door and froze. Madam Katherine! For a moment, he was too disoriented to think of what to do. Then the door was pushed open! It hit him and swung back towards Katherine, who muttered a small cry as it hit the cup of tea in her hand and the tea spilled all over him as he moved to pull the door back. For a long moment, they stood staring at each other in surprise. "Sorry...sorry, madam. I came...I came to tell you about...about the girl who came to the schoolhouse..." His voice trailed away lamely as he stared at a spot on Katherine's dress, where the cold tea stained it. It was on her right breast, the nipple of the unfettered mound clearly outlined through the dampened clothe. He swallowed hard as he stared at the big, turgid nipple. Katherine caught his look and was thoroughly disconcerted by his absorbed focus on her breasts. For a moment, she just looked at him, feeling her already aroused nipples getting even bigger. Then she caught herself, and for the first time, noticed the big stain the spilled tea had made on his shirtfront. "Oh, see how the tea has ruined your shirt", she muttered in a surprisingly husky voice. She pulled up her gown and holding a snatch of the dress in her hand, began to dab ineffectually at his wet shirt. He groaned as she rubbed across his chest, grazing the small nipple beneath the fabric. Though it was not her original intent, the sound of his groan was like music to her ears. Before she could stop herself, she was rubbing the other chest, provoking the same groan each time. Then she was rubbing down his abdomen, feeling the hard, ridged muscles tense and contract. She looked up and found him staring straight ahead, his eyes narrowed, his features tense. Dropping her dress, her rubbing hand slowly went lower. She felt him tense slightly as she went below his navel, and looked down at him. An involuntary gasp escaped her at the sight of the enormous bulge at his crotch. It swelled down the left leg of his shorts, looking quite thick. Slowly, very slowly, she reached down with an unsteady hand and touched it. At first very lightly, like the perch of a butterfly. But he felt it, and his body tensed almost imperceptibly. Then she stroked it very lightly, running a finger up and down its length. The touch was as light as the caress of a butterfly's wings, but he tensed even more. She pressed her fingers around it, rubbing her palms up and down its length; and he groaned-a deep arousing sound. She rubbed more firmly and his groans became louder, deeper. She looked up at him and found him staring down at her intently, a shocked and slightly wild expression on his face. His expression aroused her intensely and made her feel wanton. It released something alien in her-a daring and boldness to reach out and take what she desired, to do whatever she needed to do to satisfy her now rampant sexuality. For the first time in her life, she was taking the lead in this sensual dance with a male and it felt good. She felt lightheaded as a surge of exhilaration and freedom washed over her. She laughed aloud in celebration of that heady freedom-one akin to that of the hordes of wild beasts and people who roamed this vast, wild land. Chidebem tensed at the sound, worried that she was laughing at the prodigious size of his penis. But as she began to stroke him again, he forgot all about that, lost once more in the strange exciting sensations coursing through him. She moved her fingers down, searching for the crown of his penis. It was the most sensitive part of the organ and she wanted to see his reaction when she touched it. Her hand reached between his legs, where his thighs touched, and stopped short in surprise. She could not reach the tip of his long penis because it passed through between his legs! The already impressive length she saw outlined through his shorts was not all of it! There was more of it hidden between his muscular thighs! Her heart slammed against her chest in excited anticipation. How long is it then? How long can it possibly be? She pulled a chair close, overcome by a sudden need to sit down. With trembling hands, she started to unbutton his shorts, desperate to see his penis. Her heart beating a tattoo in her chest, she pushed down his shorts jerkily. She gasped and a low moan escaped her, as the massive organ sprang out. It bobbed in the air, and then stood rigid, pointing forward proudly. For long moments, she gazed at it in wonder, her mouth slightly open in amazement. It was huge-far bigger than she could have imagined, much larger than those of her two previous lovers were. She knew that it would be big, but this...this was outrageous! It was not at all like a penis. It looked more like a child's forearm, its large head like a clenched fist, well shaped, and perfectly defined. Its stalk had a slight, delightful curve to it, and it was dark and beautiful. She never could have imagined a man's member described in such terms; but that was exactly what she thought as she gazed at the amazing phallus. It was very dark, the menacing hue adding to its aura of power. As she stared at it, she wondered if she could actually take it inside her body. Won't it tear me apart if I tried? With a mixture of apprehension, curiosity and a deep trembling excitement, she reached out and touched it. She stroked it very lightly with the tips of her fingers, feeling it jerk slightly as a faint groan escaped him. She watched her hand encircle it, marveling at its hardness and power as it jerked under her hand, lifting it with its throb! He moaned at the feel of her soft hand and she tightened her grip, astonished to find that her fingers could not go round it! She put her left hand around it and her two hands barely covered three-quarters of its length. She withdrew her left hand and began to stroke up and down the hard phallus, her hand gripped firmly around it. She glanced at him and found his eyes shut tightly, his mouth open in a continuous moan of pleasure. The slack expression on his strong-featured face told her how much he was enjoying this and that aroused her the more. She could feel her woman's wetness soaking through her thicket of pubic hair and seeping on to her thighs. The wet feel where her thighs rubbed together told her how aroused she was. She had never been this moist before and her body had not even been touched! She squeezed her legs together as her excitement grew, moaning at the pleasurable sensation the indirect stimulation of her clitoris gave her. The musky scent from his groin filled her nostrils and she stroked him faster as their excitement spiraled. She moved her hand to the fat knob of his penis and squeezed the sensitive glands gently, then more firmly. Suddenly, his body jerked and went rigid; then with a strangled animal cry, he shoved his hips forward. Katherine watched, wide-eyed with utter fascination as spurt after spurt of thick white semen spewed forth from his phallus, as his whole body convulsed with his release. His spent semen was everywhere: on her hand, on the table, on the floor and even on her dress. She stared, amazed that a man could spend so copiously. He was completely spent, yet his penis was as hard as before. His body jerked spasmodically as she squeezed him, unable to resist the wonderful feel of his hard penis in her hand. The power of its throb aroused her almost unbearably. He opened his eyes as she stood up, still holding his penis. The dazed look in his eyes gave her immense joy and an exhilarating feeling of feminine power. I did that to him, she thought, with a smile that was earthy and all female. He had not done this before, she knew. The lost look in his eyes, his copious spending, and his still-hard member told her so. The thought that he was a virgin and that she was his first made her giggle, drawing a curious look from him. "Come with me," she whispered, leading him towards her room, still holding his hard phallus. He followed her meekly like a lamb being taken to the slaughter, his legs shaky from the astonishing experience he just had. In her room, she gently pushed him down on a cushioned, carved wooden chair, then went and closed the door. He sat looking around, thinking how fine the place looked. He had never been in any bedroom in the house. So he stared around curiously, marveling at the beautiful curtains at the window, the dressing mirror with its fine, carved wooden stand and cushioned stool, the pretty gowns hanging from the wall hanger, and the wide bedchamber, with the fine spread on it. He had never imagined such things. It was so different from his bare room here and nothing like Joseph's fine mud house! He had read about beautiful houses and their beautiful rooms. He had also seen drawings in books, but this was beyond whatever imagination they had invoked! He was decidedly in awe of the place by the time Katherine came to unbutton his shirt, kneeling in front of him. He looked at her, then looked away, and she smiled at his obvious discomfort. He would get over it soon, she was sure, after all, he was no coward. He shrugged off his shirt and was completely naked, his shorts left behind at the office. He wondered disconcertingly why she was kneeling before him. Is this how it's done? Her hands stroking his chest distracted him, and he moaned deeply as her forefingers and thumbs rolled his small male nipples between them. As the delicious torture continued, he threw back his head, his hips pushed forward. Her ministrations were firing his phallus into more turgid life. His moans deepened and became louder as his penis lodged between her damp and heated breasts, showing through the open buttons of her gown. The feel of the large head of his member rubbing at her cleavage excited Katherine and she pulled back to gaze at the unbelievable thing. She wrapped her hands around it and moved her open mouth towards it. Chidebem gasped and reared back. What does she want to do? He felt a trickle of sweat run down his back as he stared down at her, a bewildered expression on his face. Katherine gazed at him for a moment, confused. Then she threw back her head and laughed-a deep sensual sound that made him uneasy, yet promised forbidden pleasures. She had forgotten that she was not about to fellate Cliff. She looked up and smiled seductively at the apprehensive boy, hinting at a thousand thrills. "Relax, Chidebem, I don't want to bite it. I want to kiss and suck on it. The way children suckle their mother's breasts, the way you suck a roasted pear." Her voice dripped with sensual promise, her smile the predatory smile of a seductress. Chidebem gazed at her in amazement. This was a different Madam Katherine from the one he had known here these past moons. This Katherine frightened him, but at the same time, excited him tremendously. The intense look in her eyes, the strange smile and laughter, the unusually deep timbre of her voice, all chilled his bones, and yet heated his blood to an unimaginable degree. He wanted to bolt and run, but he knew he would do no such thing. Something he could not understand compelled him to sit down and see this madness through. He knew he would never forget the experience. His body jerked as her nails graze his muscled thighs. He stared at the long nails, reminded of a wild cat. But the intense sensual look in her eyes made the blood thicken and rush even faster through his veins. He moaned as her ministrations continued, closing his eyes as the strange sensations made his thighs tremble. The feel of her soft hands on his penis filled his mind and he unconsciously inched his hips forward. Katherine smiled at the movement, and then bent her head to devour the proffered erotic gift. Chidebem felt something rough and wet brush the knob of his penis and his hips jerked involuntarily. His eyes snapped open and he stared as Katherine's tongue flicked repeatedly at the cap of his phallus. A deep groan was torn out of him at each flick, as intensely pleasurable sensations coursed through his body. It felt as if the flick of her tongue was sending tongues of sweet fire to his brain, making his head burn as her caresses continued. Katherine held his powerful member and licked up and down its sensitive underside, at the same time gently squeezing his large scrotum. A tortured sound escaped him and his body started to tremble as strange, intense sensations passed through him. The feel of his massive penis, his uncontrolled responses to what she did, and the musky scent of him all combined to arouse Katherine unbearably. She could feel her moisture running down her thighs now, but she was determined to give him the ultimate thrill. For some undefined reason, she wanted him never to forget today. She wanted the memory permanently etched in his mind, as she knew it would be etched in hers. She reached up and closed her mouth around the large knob of his phallus. His body tensed with apprehension at this new action, still he held his breath in anticipation. She took her time, holding his knob in her mouth, allowing herself to get used to his great girth. Then she wrapped her lips around it and squeezed her mouth on it. He cried out, his waist jerking spasmodically at the feel of her warm, wet mouth sucking on the knob of his penis. The pleasure was unbelievable! She moved her head down slowly, opening her mouth as wide as it could go as he went deeper into her mouth. She could only take in close to half of its length, then she paused to catch her breath and get used to his gargantuan size. It was like nothing she had ever done before! It was so thick, it stretched her mouth to its limit. It was so long, she had only managed less than half its length and already, she was beginning to choke! Katherine could feel his body trembling. She stroked his abdomen and thighs gently and found the muscles there corded as he tensed in anticipation. Then slowly, she started to move her head up and down on his phallus. Soon, she had a regular rhythm going as she sucked on his massive member. Chidebem was beside himself with pleasure as his whole body was washed with the most incredible sensations. His head was thrown back, his mouth open in a continuous keening moan as his hips jerked uncontrollably. She struggled to control his movements, not to choke on his huge rod, but she did not miss a stroke with her mouth. She could hardly believe it, but she felt his penis getting bigger in her mouth, stretching her lips even more. Then his whole body went rigid. He cried out, a tortured sound, and threw back his head, violently shoving his hips forward. Katherine hastily pulled back her head as his penis painfully nudged her throat. She looked up at him and found the corded muscles of his throat a fascinating sight as he cried out. Then his body started to convulse as she replaced her mouth with her hands. She squeezed firmly at the large knob, the friction eased by the saliva on his phallus, and watched, enthralled, as he began to spend again. Two large sprays shot into the air over her head. Then, other less impressive ones followed as he lifted his buttocks off the chair. His emission was almost as copious as the first time and was spattered all over the place. Even on her face and hair! The smell of it filled her nostrils and aroused her even more. As she looked at his still-hard penis, she felt a thrill run through her at the thought of that monster filling her womanhood. Jungle Ecstasy Pt. 01 She leaned back and looked at him as he was slouched on the chair, his eyes closed, his mouth slightly open, his breathing labored. She felt him trembling slightly and knew how earthshaking this experience must be for him. She knew she should give him time to recover, but her own hunger was gnawing at her sensitized nerves. She stroked his thighs restlessly, her need for release driving her. He opened his eyes slowly and the faraway look in them thrilled her to no end. She watched his eyes slowly focus on her face and smiled. "I want to mate with you. I want to feel your great member inside my body". Her voice was almost a whisper, the dryness in her throat a testimony to the overwhelming hunger ravaging her body. "Mate...? What...? I don't understand..." His voice was little more than a croak, the confused frown on his face very endearing. "You know, like the animals. Like a cock and a hen or a Billy-goat and a nanny-goat..." Her voice trailed away as he pulled back in alarm. She laughed lightly at his reaction. "Don't worry, it's alright. You'll enjoy it." "But how...how can we do it? We're not like fowl and goats." His voice was stronger now, though he was still frowning in confusion. He was obviously struggling to imagine them doing what he sees those animals do and was not succeeding. Katherine found his innocence quite touching. "Don't worry about that, I'll show you how to do it. We won't do it like goats do; we'll do it like people do." She stroked his thighs and torso reassuringly, smiling at his still-frowning face. He'll learn soon enough, she thought as she rose to her feet. She felt his eyes on her as she walked slowly to the mirror. Taking her time, she opened the rest of the buttons on her gown, down to her navel, and then pushed the gown down her arms. It hung down from her waist, held up by the flare of her hips. She lifted her hands and played with her long and thick red hair. Through the mirror, she could see him gazing intently at her as she reached with her left hand to stroke and pluck at the lush growth of hair under her right arm. She repeated the action at her left underarm, all the while looking at him through the mirror. She lifted her breasts and squeezed them, her fingers pinching the nipples. She moaned at the self-stimulation of her heated flesh; and through the mirror, saw Chidebem sit up at the sound and sight of what she was doing. Slowly, she pushed her dress over her hips and bent down as it went past her calves to her ankles. She stayed in this position for a moment longer than necessary, knowing the effect the sight of her hairy pudendum showing blatantly between her legs would have on him. She stood up and kicked her dress aside carelessly. Through the mirror, she saw Chidebem sitting up now, his eyes riveted on her full, rounded buttocks. She turned slowly and faced him, fixing hungry, smoldering eyes on him as she lifted her arms to play with her hair. He stared at her with narrowed eyes, his mouth slightly open. The lush underarm growth, the heavy rounded breasts and large turgid nipples, made more alluring by the lift of her arms, the wide hips swelling out from a slim waist, and the full bush of reddish hair at her crotch aroused him terribly. He could not have imagined that women had so much hair there. His own did not grow that much. Katherine was delighted at his response. His penis throbbed steadily now and the slight jerks of the great phallus caused more moisture to seep out from her womanhood, dribbling onto her upper thighs. She could see that he was almost ready to overcome his apprehension, but not quite. She reached for her pubis and stroked the thick growth of hair. She had never done anything remotely close to this before and could scarce believe that she was doing it. But she felt so wanton, so desperate for release, that she would do almost anything to overcome his apprehension. She knew that the feel of that huge penis inside her would be unforgettable. She watched him intently as her fingers slid through her pubic bush, moaning as it touched her engorged clitoris. That hungry sound did it! Plus the sight of her touching herself so. With a deep groan, he leapt up from the chair and came at her, grabbing her arms and pushing her towards the bedchamber. Katherine fell on the bed with a joyful cry, pulling him onto her spread body. He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do next, and she reached down and grabbed his phallus, impatient to feel it inside her belly. She pulled the knob to her moist nether lips and gasped at the feel of it, the alien spreading of her body to accommodate just that much of it. She decided to go more slowly, lest the monster phallus tear her apart. So she began to rub it up and down her slit, moaning, her hips jerking every time it grazed her aroused clitoris. Her moisture was really pouring out now as her hips began to wriggle on the bed. Chidebem groaned with pleasure and she reached up and stroked his nipple. That was all he could take as he moaned deeply and shoved his hips forward in a reflex action, burying half of his massive penis inside her in one stroke. Katherine cried out sharply as she felt his huge member bulldoze its way into her body. He stayed still for a while, afraid that he had hurt her, the sensational feel of her tight, warm and wet sheath hugging his hardness, making it near impossible for him to keep still. Then after a few moments, she began to roll her hips and stroke his buttocks. He hesitated still, so she stroked his nipples again. His hips jerked forward once more, and he was buried almost to the hilt inside her. She pressed her mouth against his throat to muffle her scream, her arms wound tightly around his neck. She could not have imagined anything like this, even in her wildest, most erotic dreams. She was distended almost to the point of pain, feeling him throbbing inside her. But it was not pain that she felt as he eventually began to move inside her. It was ecstasy. Instinctively he started slowly, carefully, and gradually quickened his thrusts. Soon, Katherine cried out as she convulsed with the first of several orgasms. Her whole body shook as paroxysm upon paroxysm of release rippled through her. Chidebem hesitated again as her body shook, worried by her animal cries, the pleasurable feel of her clasping insides on his deeply buried penis making him groan. But as the spasms eased, she stroked his nipples again, whispering feverishly that she loved what he was doing to her, and that he should not stop. From then, he did not stop anymore. The speed of his thrusts increased until he was pounding at her as he did mounds of cassava in Nana's cooking-house, striving futilely to ease the tingling sensation at the tip of his penis. Katherine fell into continuous orgasms, until she was sobbing with the uncontrollable feelings, her head moving frantically from side to side on the bed. She was trembling uncontrollably, completely overwhelmed with unbelievably intense pleasure, all her senses concentrated on the sensations ravaging her entire being. Chidebem thrust at her relentlessly, even after spending twice inside her. The sound of their copulation filled the room. His groans, her ceaseless cries and whimpers of ecstasy, the slapping sound of their colliding groins, the squelching sound as his massive phallus rammed through her saturated vagina, filled the air. Katherine's nails scoured his back in unconscious reflex and she bit his shoulder, still he went on, the pain an added spur to his ardor. "Please...oh God, please... Please, oh God, please...I can't take any more. I can't...oh...ooh...ooooh..." Her voice, made hoarse by her cries, trailed away, and she started to whimper helplessly as another orgasm rippled through her. She was completely overwhelmed by this alien experience and was sure she would die of the sweet torture if he did not stop soon. He cried out a third time from their coupling, then shoving his huge member into the deepest recesses of her womanhood, he began to spend. The feel of his warm semen washing her overheated insides once again triggered off yet another intense orgasm. Katherine threw back her head and screamed, the muscles sticking out at her throat. Her body convulsed wildly on the bed, as his monster phallus impaled her. Then they both lay still, Chidebem on top of her. Her arms were wrapped around him, wanting his weight on her as they struggled to recover from their astonishing experience. She was whimpering softly, light tremors of after-shock going through her, as she felt his softening penis jerk weakly inside her. After what seemed like an eternity, she loosened her arms around him and he lay beside her on the bed. She wrapped her right arm and leg around him, loving the feel of their sweat-slicked bodies rubbing together. Soon, they were asleep, as the sun disappeared completely from the African sky. Jungle Ecstasy Pt. 02 It is ideal to read the first part of this story to have a better understanding of this part, but you can still enjoy it as a stand-alone story... ***** KATHERINE sat at their usual study table waiting for Chidebem. He had gone to help Nana move some firewood and food supply that just arrived. It was Sunday afternoon and they were doing their usual study. They had forfeited their siesta to study at this time because that was the only time they could do it with some measure of concentration. Once the sun starts to fall, they were usually drawn, seemingly inexorably, to a more basic activity. The anticipation of the boundless pleasures that awaited them made siesta impossible. Even with the mental effort needed for their study, just sitting together for a while made them so tense with hunger that it was all they could do not to abandon the books for... It was exactly six weeks since that wonderful day. A day whose gift of unimagined pleasures had burnt it into her memory forever. Even now, just thinking about it made her shiver. Until that day, she had no idea that her body was capable of such enormous feelings. Nothing in her experience could compare to it, despite the depth of her feelings for Roy, and the outlandish techniques Cliff had brought into their lovemaking. How could the sheer size of a man's member make such a great difference in the amount of pleasure he gave to a woman? She had wondered since that day. Obviously, it was not so for all women-whispered conversations with her friends told her so. And the men they had known were not as large as Chidebem. That first evening, the poor boy had slept like a log of wood afterwards, and had finally gone back to his quarters much later in the night. Even when John woke from his nap and asked for supper, she had let him sleep. They had drowned themselves in that incredible pleasure countless times since that day. Apart from the days she bled, they had made love every day. And with what joy her body had sung! What deep satisfaction they had given each other. It was sometimes gentle and tender, but for the most part, it was intense and frenzied. Frenzy they were often driven to, no matter how gentle and leisurely they had set out to be. They had made love sometimes in the office, but most times in her room, because she knew that James might well come at any time. They had done it once at the schoolhouse when the women had gone to the bush to fetch firewood; and at a secluded part of the riverside, with the cool breeze fanning the embers of their passion, and the birds singing a chorus to their primeval dance. She sighed and leaned back in the chair. One of the factors that made this experience so unique for her was that she was the teacher and not the pupil. She was the leader and not the led. It was a first for her, and it filled her with exhilaration and a strong feeling of feminine power. It gave her such a heady feeling to have him quivering in anticipation or moaning and crying out with pleasure and release. Just as it made her feel elated when she teased and tortured him into losing control and turning aggressive. Or when she prodded him into pounding her to submission. Oh God, Katherine thought with a pleased smile, what a pupil he had turned out to be! She closed her eyes, her heartbeat quickening, her underarms growing damp. He brought to their coupling, the same inimitable touch he took to everything she had seen him do. The same sensitivity, ardor, passion, imagination, and drive. He was obviously someone intrinsically inclined to strive to excel at anything he set out to do. Including mating with a woman! He was a natural lover, with an instinctive feel for the right things to do to give a woman pleasure. Why, he was just nineteen and he had given her the most outstanding sexual experiences of her life! And it had gotten better every day. Only a few days after their first time, he had put his head between her legs, hesitating momentarily, and then determinedly overriding her halfhearted resistance. He had proceeded to drive her to frenzy with the relentless and firm rubbing of his large rough tongue on her vulva and clitoris, instinctively learning to focus on the spot that brought the most response from her. He did not have the skillful teasing of Cliff's tongue, but he made up for that with his ardor and the shockingly strong pressure his tongue exerted on her sensitized pleasure nub. She had whimpered and cried out mindlessly as she reached the peak of pleasure again and again, washing his face with her climactic emissions. When she could take no more, she had pulled up his head, and felt a little ashamed at the copious spray that covered the lower part of his face. As she hurried to clean it up with her dress, he had whispered that he wanted to make her feel the way she made him feel when she did that to him. She was touched. Katherine had taught him to please her in other ways and he had lapped up what she showed him like a hungry cat does milk. She loved the feel of his rough, wet tongue as it flicked rapidly across her nipples or rolled around them. The feel of his large, rough palms and fingers squeezing her full breasts aroused her tremendously and the pleasure from the strong suction of his lips on her large nipples was sometimes unbearable. She loved the feel of his thick fingers gently stroking her clitoris or buried inside her, thrusting in and out, or rubbing her insides to jelly, as she had taught him to do. She loved the feel of the large crown of his penis spreading her nether lips as it forced its way into her. She now craved the alien stretching and distention of her body as he buried himself deep inside her. The feeling of utter fullness was wonderful. Though they had made love several times, she always cried out as his outsized phallus forced its way into her. She loved it when he starts his movements with the slow long strokes she had taught him. She loved the casual, almost angry pounding that usually followed. She went wild with pleasure when his thrusts became frenzied, the overwhelming friction from the fast thrusts of his massive member rubbing sweet fire into her. Katherine felt herself getting moist and shifted restlessly on the chair. She squeezed her unfettered breasts and moaned faintly as her palms closed over her nipples. She was surprised at how distended they were under the light fabric of her dress. That was just from my thoughts and not from a touch. As she crossed her legs and started to squeeze, she heard the sound of the outer door opening and jumped, uncrossing her legs quickly. She relaxed, smiling, as she heard the faint sounds of his footsteps. That certainly could not be James! Chidebem opened the door, but hesitated in the doorway, sensing a change in the atmosphere. "Come in, Chidebem." There was nothing threatening about the softly uttered invitation, but the husky tone of her voice and the hungry look in her eyes made him hesitate still. She stood up and went to sit on the edge of the table, facing him. "Come here, my dear," she murmured, putting her arms forward in invitation. It was that same tone of voice and look that made him uneasy at times, yet he could feel his heartbeat quicken in response. The air was suddenly thick with sexual tension as he walked slowly towards her. Katherine reached out and drew him to her, the flaring gloat of triumph in her eyes hastening his heartbeat even more. She pulled him close and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her face into his chest. His shirt was slightly damp, and she smiled as she felt the moisture at the tip of her nose. He must have hurried over as soon as he finished. He wants this as much as I do, she thought. It was just all so new to him and must be as overwhelming for him as it was for her. Even now, she could feel his heart pounding beneath her cheek. She sighed blissfully, hugging him closer. His occasional, seeming reluctance made her wanting even stronger. She reached down, squeezed his buttocks, and moaned as she felt the bunched muscles there tense. She squeezed once more and felt his hips thrust forward as his muscular buttocks tensed again. She smiled at his reaction. She knew he was sensitive there and liked to tease him this way. She rubbed her palms across his buttocks, delighted by the involuntary moan that escaped him as he shoved his hips at her. She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. The fresh, clean masculine scent of his body aroused her greatly and she groaned as the heady scent filled her nostrils. She unbuttoned his shirt and pressed her face against his skin, groaning with sensuous pleasure as her face rubbed against his heated, sweat-slicked skin. She felt his hand in her hair and groaned as his fingers snaked slowly through her abundant growth to rub gently at her scalp. Impulsively she reached for his buttocks again, running her middle finger along the crack between the two cheeks. He groaned deeply as his hips thrust forward, his fingers gripping her head compulsively. The feel of his aroused penis jerking against her belly through his shorts had Katherine moaning in arousal. Suddenly, she was through with the foreplay. She wanted to feel that monster phallus tearing through her. She was eager to feel her body stretch to accommodate his great girth as he filled her completely. She pulled back from him, and impatiently began to unbutton his shorts. Her fingers were clumsy, as she trembled with deep arousal and hunger. But she managed to unbutton him, tearing off the last button in her haste. She gasped as the great phallus sprang out, the dew at its tip, a tribute to the extent of his arousal. She gazed at the amazing thing for a long moment, her mouth slightly open, her eyes glazed with lust. No matter how many times she saw or touched it, no matter how many times she convulsed at the incredible feel of it ripping through her, the sight of it always left her breathless with anticipation. She reached out with her left hand and stroked it lightly, wonderingly, as though she was seeing it for the first time; and it throbbed menacingly, her hand lifted by its power. Then she wrapped her hands around it and squeezed, marveling at its hardness. He moaned, and she shook her head in wonder at the sheer power of its throb. Her right palm closed over the large knob in a firm squeeze and he cried out. Suddenly, she could not wait a moment longer to feel it inside of her. She could feel her moisture running onto her upper thighs as she hurriedly pulled her dress over her head. Then she pushed his shorts down to his ankle. "Please...please, put it inside me. I want it inside me now, please." Her husky plea was unashamed, her voice trembling with her excitement as she implored him to take her. She held his penis, pulling him to her as she lay on the table, her legs spread wide. The sight of this incredibly beautiful and exciting woman, spread-eagled so wantonly on the table, begging him to fill her wet womanhood with his formidable member did something strange to Chidebem. It filled him with a sense of power he could never have imagined feeling over her. Instead of doing her bidding, he chose to tease her as she teased him sometimes. He stood between her spread legs and reached down for her breasts. He stroked them for a little while, and then squeezed them. The feel of his rough palms on her sensitized skin made her groan. He squeezed again, loving the feel of the firm, warm and heavy mounds that filled his hands to overflowing. Then he took the large nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and rolled them, gently at first, then more firmly. Katherine cried out at the pleasure-pain of his ministrations. She moaned and moved restlessly on the table, her hips rolling hungrily, the feel of his hard penis on her wet inner thighs making her almost desperate with hunger. Chidebem bent down to take a nipple in his mouth, but she pushed his head away. "Please, not now...I don't want that. I want you inside me now. I want your member inside my body." Her voice was tinged with impatience, but her glazed, hooded eyes implored him as she lifted her hips wantonly. Yet he hesitated, filled with a strange elation as she begged him to spear her eager body, to pleasure her with his great cudgel of spongy, hard flesh. His eyes rested between her spread thighs and he stared, absorbed, really looking for the first time. The high swell of her vulva, the luxuriant growth of silky red hair that covered it and ran down to her anus, the long wet gash between the thick growth of hair, and the prominent nub of flesh he had come to recognize as a key pleasure point for her, all held him spellbound. Mesmerized, he watched his hand reach out and his fingers lightly stroke her wet inner thigh, making her jerk slightly, involuntarily. There was so much moisture there, and as he stroked her, he wondered how it could all have come out of her body. Even as he touched her, he saw more of the colorless liquid seep out of her body, wetting her pubic bush as some of it dribbled down to her anus. Katherine watched his face, fascinated by the absorbed look on it as he stared at her shamelessly spread body. She temporarily forgot about her hunger for release as she watched him, intrigued by this new boldness. Then she felt his thumb on her clitoris and cried out, her whole body quivering to an instant climax. Her emissions drenched his fingers as she closed her eyes, her body jerking with slight tremors as he still rubbed her. The scent of her moisture excited him, just as the sight of her abandoned body thrilled him. Impulsively he put his head between her legs and flicked his tongue at her wet gash. She cried out at the intense bolt of sensation that ran through her. It was too much, too soon, and too shocking to her overcharged nerve ends; so she tried to push him away. He refused to budge, and wrapped his arms around her thighs as he lapped and rubbed at her womanhood with his tongue. Soon Katherine was moaning again, a continuous low keening sound that echoed the rapturous pleasure he was giving her. She bathed his face with the liberal spray of her emissions as she climaxed again and again. Her scent filled his nostrils and he did not want to stop, ever. Even when she unconsciously wrapped her legs around his neck and rolled her hips mindlessly, making it difficult for him to breathe; he went on still. Her thick pubic hair got into his nose and bits of it escaped into his mouth, but he went on, rubbing her whole gash, from sphincter to clitoris, with firm relentless strokes of his large, rough and wet tongue. "Please...oh God, please, stop... Please, stop before I die." Katherine was gasping breathlessly as she pushed feebly at his head with trembling hands. Chidebem stood up and gazed at her. Eyes tightly closed, her abdomen heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. Her legs trembled a bit and a film of sweat covered her body. He watched her eyes slowly open and the dazed look he saw in them made his head swell with pride. He had done that to her! She gazed at him wordlessly; shocked to see that even the upper part of his face was not spared her emissions. She shook her head in wonder, marveling at the amount of moisture that had come out of her. She could feel it under her buttocks, where it rested on the table. His hands stroking her thighs felt good and she sighed contentedly, closing her eyes again. Chidebem stroked her for a while, knowing instinctively that she ought to recover a bit before he would take his own pleasure. Nevertheless, the sight of her lying before him in such abandon tested his restraint greatly. Gradually, the trembling of her limbs eased. She started to sigh, the feel of his rough fingers lightly caressing the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs making her restless. Arousing her anew. Chidebem sighed as he moved forward between her spread thighs. Katherine opened her eyes at the sound, then groaned, her body tensing in anticipation as she felt him probing at her tender nether lips. His entry was slow but sure, and Katherine could not stop the involuntary cry that escaped her, her eyes closing as he filled her utterly. He was still for a little while, the throbs of his huge member making her jerk almost imperceptibly as her insides gripped him. Then he began to move. At first, with the long slow strokes she loved, then his thrusts quickened until he was slamming at her with the fast, relentless thrusts that drove her to wild ecstasy. Soon, she convulsed with an orgasm, crying out as her body went into wet spasms around his great thrusting shaft. She wrapped her legs around his waist as their coupling became more frenzied. Her sobbing cries and whimpers got louder as she went from one climax to another; his deep groans a compliment to the ecstatic sounds she made. Chidebem spent his seed once, but continued his relentless, sensual assault on her. Her wild cries, the scent of their mingled juices, the squelching sound made by his thick penis churning rapidly in and out of her tight, wet orifice, and her mindless, abandoned responses to his powerful thrusts, all combined to fire his ardor. He was possessed of a near-demonic energy that made him tireless, even as sweat poured down their bodies from their exertions. His breath whizzed through his nose, but he went on, not wanting this spectacle and the heady sensations it caused to end. Katherine was delirious with pleasure. The stupendous riptide of feelings coursing through her body made her mindless and took her to an entirely different plane. A place where the only thing that existed was the massive phallus ripping through her greedy body, and the incredible pleasure it gave her. If a cavalry of soldiers were to charge into the room, she might not notice. And if the ground were to tremble, she might think that the trembling of her own writhing body had become more intense. Her eyes were shut tightly and her mouth was open. The frenzied cries and incoherent words that poured forth from her was an echo of the astounding thing happening to her body. Her hands grabbed convulsively at the edges of the table, her head moved from side to side, and her sweat-slicked body writhed uncontrollably as she rode the waves of her orgasms. She was too far gone with her spending, or she might have wondered at the intensity of their coupling today. Chidebem felt the tingling start from deep within his scrotum and thrust faster. It was a feeling he had come to recognize as the beginning of the end, and he groaned as he felt it move from his lower extremities and travel along his spine. He reached down and squeezed Katherine's breasts, roughly, convulsively, pinching their nipples even as he thrust faster. He heard and felt her respond to this extra stimulation with louder cries and more frenzied rolling of her seemingly boneless hips. He braced himself mentally in anticipation of the rush of incredibly delicious feelings that would soon course through him. Then he screamed as he felt a terrible pain sear the skin of his arms and torso. It felt like a tongue of fire burning his skin, and for a moment, he stool still, shocked. Then he saw a shadow move on the wall in front of him; and leapt back quickly, withdrawing forcefully from Katherine's body as the cutting pain went through him again. He spun around and stared at Captain James in bewilderment as he stood there wielding a bullwhip. He barely felt his semen erupt from his great phallus, as Captain James gazed open-mouthed at his lower body. James could not hide his astonishment as he watched in fascination, great globules of semen burst forth from the most incredibly huge penis he had ever seen. He did not know which astonished him the most-the extremely copious spending or the monster phallus emitting it. Jungle Ecstasy Pt. 02 He never would have imagined that a man could spend so copiously. And he had always thought that descriptions of penises of such huge proportions were just a myth. A mere product of the imagination of the writers of those journals he read. To think that this ignorant savage boy was so well endowed, while he... His was barely up to half the size of the spectacular organ just beginning to weaken before his eyes, even as the rich store of seed still dribbled some more of its abundant stock to the floor. He had heard about how well endowed these niggers were, but no way could he have imagined such huge proportions! And this shameless whore had been bedding him-a mere nigger boy-while constantly rebuffing his own advances! How could she do that? How could she prefer a damned nigger to him? A mere boy for that matter! Was it because of his monstrously large penis? Obviously it was, considering her loud cries and the wanton writhing of her body, which he had witnessed just now. It was baffling, but he felt himself getting aroused! Suddenly he was seized by a murderous rage. It was the same near-pleasurable urge to take life that drove him in the battlefield. It was stronger this time, though, because it was fuelled by blinding jealousy and was focused on just one person. The only thing that saved Chidebem was the fact that he had no pistol with him, since he was here to have a liaison with a woman. When he lifted his eyes from his perusal of the boy's genitals, he wore a smile on his face. The slick cold smile of a poisonous serpent about to pounce on a hapless rodent. As he stepped forward, his eyes caught sight of Katherine sitting up on the table, the suddenly unattractive body she had denied him for months, shamelessly displayed for all to see. The glazed look of pleasure in her eyes was quickly turning to the dazed look of shock as she stared at him. James' smile widened as he lifted his hand. Out the corner of his eye, he saw her hands lift feebly and her mouth open in wordless protest as he brought his whip down on the boy. He screamed, making a futile effort to protect himself with his arms. The dark welts on the cut skin of the boy's arms gave James immense pleasure. By the time I'm through with him, he'll know to touch a white woman, he thought gleefully. As he made to lift his hand again, Katherine called out in protest. "No! No, please... James, don't. Please, don't do that, you'll kill him." Anxiety and fear overlay the still husky tones of her voice. James turned to look at her, and the expression on his face chilled her blood. As he turned to Chidebem again, he was cowering by the corner, whimpering in pain and begging for mercy. The sight of him and the pathetic sounds he made gave James a feeling of power and elation he had not felt for a long time. He smiled again, a smile of deep pleasure. A smile of such unadulterated bliss that only a true sadist could conjure at a time like this. Chidebem looked at the man and shuddered. Though he was smiling, the look in his eyes sent a bolt of fear through him. It was a look of such malicious contentment, and it told Chidebem that this man would gladly kill him here if he let him. In that instant, he knew he had to do something fast or he might not leave the room alive. As he saw James' hand lift again, he leapt towards him, his arms extended forward rigidly. He felt the whip strike the skin of his back the same instant his hands hit James' chest, knocking him backwards against the wall. His strangled cry of pain preceded the sickening thud as the other man's head hit the wall. For a moment, they stared at each other, James too dazed to move, and Chidebem, afraid that he might have hurt the man a great deal. But as they stood staring at each other, Chidebem saw James' hand start to move again, albeit more slowly this time, and stepped towards him. He flung out his left arm and hit him with the back of his hand, driven by pain and a strong instinct for survival. As James fell down, he picked up his shorts and dashed out of the room. Katherine watched James shake his head, still seated on the floor, in an attempt to rid himself of the dazing effect of the boy's blow. Then struggling to his feet, he wielded his whip again and moved towards the door, a clear intent to kill in his eyes. "No! James, no! Let him go, please. He has done nothing to deserve this. You should blame me for it instead of him, because I led him to it." There was a note of desperate urgency in Katherine's voice as she pleaded with him. She knew that Chidebem was in the outer office putting on his shorts, so she tried to delay James until he was gone. James turned to her and smiled his evil smile, a knowing twist of his features that told her he was wise to her aim. He turned towards the door again and Katherine leapt down from the table and grabbed at his shirt. Her limbs were shaky-an aftermath of her frenzied coupling and the shock of seeing James standing there, wielding that damned whip he carried about like a weapon. He knocked her hand away easily, but before he could take two steps forward, she wrapped her arms around his waist, determined to impede his advance into the other room. He let out a snarl of frustration and pried her arms away from his waist, then shoved her roughly against the table. He turned towards the door again, and then cursed floridly as he heard the outer door open and close quickly. The damned boy had escaped! Thoroughly miffed, he turned his frustrated rage on Katherine, smacking her across the face, and knocking her back against the table. Katherine stared at him for a moment in shock. Then with a cry of outrage, she rushed at him, clawing viciously, leaving bold red welts on his handsome face. James grabbed frantically at her hands, blinded momentarily by her attack. Then he belted her across the face again, this time more viciously than before, sending her sprawling down on the floor in an undignified heap. He stood there moaning in indignant rage and fear of what his face must look like. Painfully, Katherine pulled herself up on all fours. She struggled to shake off the dazed feeling that seemed to have numbed her brain. A million stars had exploded behind her eyes when he hit her, and unbidden, tears blinded her as she moaned in pain. For a long moment, she was too disoriented to move, and then a certain thought galvanized her into action. Her legs felt unsteady as she half-walked and half-stumbled towards her room, her naked form flashing a strange silvery hue in the dying evening light. James lifted his whip as he saw her getting away, and then lowered it with a rueful shake of his head. He groped blindly after her, barely able to see through the pain, blood, and sweat streaming down his face. He caught up with her as she pushed open the door to her room and grabbed at her arm. She jerked free forcefully, stumbled, and fell. As she made to get up, he grabbed at her leg and she kicked his hand away. She scrambled up her bed, fired by her rage, a desire to hurt him back, and a deep-seated fear that was starting to dominate her consciousness. She scampered quickly to her bed and reached underneath it. In a moment, her hand came out clutching a heavy pistol as she spun around and faced him. The pistol was pointed directly at his chest, as he loomed over her, ready to pounce. James' mouth opened in shock at the ugly weapon pointed at him. Her hand shook a little, but it was steady enough to aim accurately over such a short distance. As he stared at the gun, he saw her forefinger tighten slightly around the trigger and swallowed hard, his eyes widening in fear. The look on her face left him in no doubt that she would shoot him if he made any wrong moves. Or might still shoot him, anyway, wrong moves or not. She seemed crazed enough to do just that. For a long moment, he stared at her, too shocked by the sight of the gun to do anything, or even to think. And the hatred and contempt in her eyes made him shiver; it was so intense! Katherine would have laughed if not for the circumstances. The shock and fear on the hateful creep's face was truly laughable. And when he swallowed now, the apprehensive lift of his Adam's apple would have been good to capture with her camera or a pencil sketch. The deep bloody marks on his face gave her a kind of sick, immense pleasure. She had always known that bullies like him made the worst kind of cowards, but she had not expected such a dramatic show of fear from him. He was a soldier, after all! "Get out! Get out, before I send you to hell where you belong." Her voice was low and husky, but her eyes flashed a cold fire as she gave the command. One look at the intense wildness in her eyes told James that it was wise to do her bidding. He backed away from her slowly, moving towards the door. "Get out, you swine, and never come back. You're not welcome here." Katherine's voice was still low, but it dripped with venom. Her eyes glared daggers at him. Out of the room and half hidden by the wall, his relief was immense. It elated him and loosened his tongue. "I'll be back, you whore, and when I do, you'll be sorry." Katherine snickered at his words. The emptiness of his tone belied his bravado. "Please yourself. But if you ever show your face at my door again, you're a dead man," she snarled, and for a wild moment, thought that she should have shot him. She listened to his footsteps depart, and slumped back on the bed in relief as she heard the outer door open and close. Then she stared at the gun in her hand, grateful that William had insisted that she keep it, just in case. She hated the damned things and did not want to take it, but William had insisted. As she stared at it, she wondered if she could have used it, really. Yes, in this case I could have! A tiny voice screamed in her head. She would have shot the bastard if she had needed to! The thought made her shiver. She was no killer, and the mere thought of violence made her stomach churn. But she was convinced that the world would be better off without a lowlife like James. Even now, she could feel her head throbbing where he had hit her. The pain, the shock, and the shame mixed up with her intense dislike for the man to make her heart swell with a tremendous amount of blinding rage. A frustrated rage, which unfortunately had no outlet. In the absence of a means of venting out the immense feelings roiling inside her, she went a typically feminine route. She bent down and wept. She wept until there were no tears left to cry, lying down there, curled up, nude, on her bed. The last thought that went through her mind before she was overtaken by a fatigue-induced sleep was about where the poor boy was and what would become of him now. ***** Thanks for reading, please do remember to vote. Feel free to comment, and contact me to learn more...