Writer’s note: I wrote this a few years ago and posted it to Literotica. This is the type of story/scenario that I seek out on story sites because the situation stimulates me. Hence, the reason I decided to write my own to fit my specific fantasy. I have posted the story here because I have expanded and added to the narrative. Your comments are more than welcome and encouraged.
Mindy Rutledge graduated from college with a degree in primary education. She came from a well-to-do family and there was no reason to immediately find a job. Her career plan was to teach for five years or so, marry well and raise a family.
When her application to the Teach Corps was accepted, she was thrilled. She figured it would give her the chance to travel a bit. When she was assigned to a grade school in Africa, she wasn’t pleased. But she had signed up and was committed for a year. Plus, the Democratic Republic of The Congo didn’t sound so bad.
Mindy was assigned to live with an old missionary couple on the edge of a small village. Their house was large and reasonably modern. The school building to which she was assigned was close by but trips to the village required use of an old Range Rover that had no roof or seat belts.
Two weeks after arriving, Mindy felt comfortable with her new surroundings. Classes had started and she enjoyed working with the youngsters, most of whom were bright and eager to learn.
After school one day, Mindy returned to the house and asked the missionary if she could borrow the Range Rover to drive to the village. She had only been there once since her arrival but thought that she could purchase some decorations to liven up her class room.
She was wearing a prim khaki skirt that was just above her knees, a light blue blouse and running shoes and socks. After wandering the village and purchasing a few items, she started to head back to the house. It was starting to get dark. She was dismayed when she realized the vehicle’s headlights didn’t work.
On the way back, she failed to take the correct route when the road forked. After driving a few minutes in the fading light, Mindy grew apprehensive. The road was starting to turn into more of a path and she realized she had taken the wrong turn. She managed to get the Range Rover turned around and retraced her tracks.
Anxious to get back before dark, Mindy was driving too fast with too little vision. When the antelope bounded in front of the jeep, she screamed, jammed on the brakes and yanked the wheel. The animal bounded away, avoiding a collision. Mindy and the Range Rover weren’t as lucky.
The Range Rover’s right front had smashed into a large tree. Mindy had leaned away from the impact and was thrown through the open side of the vehicle. She landed hard on the dirt road and was knocked cold.
Mindy awoke groggily. She tried to remember where she was and why she was sitting in the middle of a road. It was dark now. She started to recall the events, then turned to look at her wrecked transportation. Steam and hiss rose from the crumpled hood.
She stood up slowly. Her left shoulder ached. She reached up with her right hand and felt the rip in the blouse at the shoulder. It felt like a scrape. She managed to rotate her arm so she knew it wasn’t broken, just sore.
Mindy’s heart was thumping from the post-accident adrenaline and from her situation. She figured she could walk back to the missionaries’ house. She thought the fork in the road wasn’t far away and once she got on the correct path she’d just walk until she got there.
She went to the Range Rover to retrieve her belongings. The impact had scattered things across the floorboard and the passenger seat. As she gathered things together, she got thefeeling, an icy chill up her spine, that she was being watched.
Suddenly, she was surrounded by 10 natives. These men didn’t look at all like the people in the village nor did they look like the children in her classroom. They were wearing loin cloths, carrying spears, clubs and machetes and their faces were painted with a variety of markings.
Mindy gasped and then screamed, her voice piercing the quiet jungle night.
One of the natives behind Mindy stepped forward and hooked his arm around her throat and slapped a hand across her mouth. She struggled and screamed again but the sound was muffled against his hand. Two of the natives came forward and grabbed her arms, then tied her wrists together with leather straps. Two more knelt before her. She tried to kick her legs but they soon grabbed her ankles and tied those together with a strap. A scrap of cloth was used to gag her mouth.
One of the natives produced a 6-foot long pole.
Mindy was wrestled to the ground and the pole was slipped between her bound hands and ankles. Two natives lifted the pole and Mindy. She was carried off into the pitch-black jungle.
About every 15 minutes, the natives stopped and laid Mindy on the ground. She realized that kept her hands and feet from going numb because of a lack of circulation. The first time they stopped, Mindy realized that her skirt had slid up her thighs almost to her crotch. She tried to wiggle around so that her skirt moved down and didn’t expose as much flesh.
She occasionally glanced at her watch; she estimated it was over 2 hours since the accident. Surely her missionary hosts knew she was missing. Would they alert someone to form a search party?
After another hour or so, the natives came to a clearing. A banked campfire glowed, giving some light to the area. There were some crude lean-tos scattered in a circle.
The two natives carrying Mindy laid her on the ground and removed the pole. A native put his hands under her armpits and lifted her to a standing position. He then dragged/carried her close to one of the lean-tos. He laid her down on an animal skin, grabbed her hands and tied them to a stake driven in the ground. He pulled down her gag and gave her a drink from a water pouch.
Given the chance to speak, Mindy started to beg and plead with her captors.
“Please, let me go. I didn’t do anything wrong. Please don’t hurt me.”
The native responded by replacing the gag. He and his tribesman headed to the lean-tos and were soon asleep. Mindy, more exhausted than she realized, quickly fell into a deep and - thankfully for her – dreamless sleep.
The bright African sunshine woke Mindy. For a moment, she forgot where she was and her predicament. But her bound hands and feet soon reminded her.
One of the natives noticed she was awake. He came over and untied her hands from the stake. He handed her a banana and some berries. Realizing she was famished, she made quick work of her breakfast.
Mindy saw that near the edge of the clearing, in the shade of a huge tree, several of the natives were hard at work with machetes, hacking away at sturdy tree branches they had brought to the camp site. Mindy couldn’t quite make out what they were doing. But she soon found out.
The natives near the “construction site” called out to the native standing near Mindy. He picked her up and dragged/carried her towards the huge tree.
She saw that they had driven two of the tree branches into the ground about five feet apart and had lashed another branch across the top of the two support poles.
The native pulled a knife from the sheath at his waist and cut the bindings from Mindy’s hands and feet. She was then led toward the structure. She noticed there were leather straps hanging from the two top corners and she started hyper ventilating. “My God,” she thought, “what are they planning?”
She was made to stand between the poles. Two natives each bound one of her hands and two more bound her feet so that her legs were stretched about shoulder width apart. The way her hands were tied, her upper arms were about level with her shoulders.
Her gag was removed and Mindy again tried to talk her way out of her predicament.
“Please, please, let me go. … what are you gonna do to me?”
She soon had her answer. One of the natives, apparently the leader, approached Mindy while the other nine natives stood back and observed.
Mindy was about 5-foot-8 and slender with long, muscular legs. She had swam competitively in college so her body was toned. Her breasts were a perfect size for her body, 36 c/d cup. Her hair was light brown; in sunshine it was almost a dark blonde.
The leader stood in front of Mindy. Like his fellow tribesmen, he was about 6-foot-3, sinewy and muscular. He reached out his hands and touched her hair, stroking it. Mindy tried to pull away but her restraints prevented much movement. His hands moved over her face, stroking the soft skin of her cheeks and her neck. His fingers moved over her soft, full lips. His touch was strong yet gentle.
The native noticed the rip in her blouse sleeve. Looking at it, he noticed the scrape she had received in the accident. He called out to one of the tribesman who tossed him a pouch. He reached into it and his fingers came out covered with a liquid. He rubbed it on the wound and Mindy immediately felt a cooling sensation.
The native tossed the pouch back to its owner and his hands returned to the ripped sleeve of Mindy’s blouse. His strong hands grabbed the sides of the opening and ripped it lengthwise down her arm. The sound of the tearing cloth rang out like a gun shot.
“NOOOOO, stop. Don’t,” Mindy pleaded.
He continued tearing at the sleeve until it was pulled away from where it joined the shoulder of the blouse. He tossed the material to the ground.
His hands then quickly moved to her breasts, cupping them through her blouse.
“NOOOOO PLEAAAAAASE, don’t do that, don’t touch me,” Mindy shrieked in protest.
The native cupped and fondled her full breasts, his thumbs brushing over the tips. The stimulation hardened her nipples and Mindy was surprised that they were responding to such unwanted manipulation.
He unsheathed his knife and Mindy’s eyes widened in terror. He inserted the sharp tip in the other sleeve of her blouse and sliced a small slit near the shoulder. He drove the knife into one of the poles, freeing his hands. He grabbed the sleeve at the opening he had created and ripped it as he had done the other. Soon Mandy had a sleeveless blouse that was tattered at the shoulders.
His hands returned to her breasts, fondling them again but in a more possessive and demanding fashion. Again his thumbs moved over her hardened nipples and this time his fingers squeezed and tweaked her hardening buds.
Mindy’s breathing was ragged and gasping, her heart felt as though it would explode out of her chest.
The native’s hands moved to the neckline of her blouse. He looked her in the eyes and Mindy’s eyes met his. She could see the lust and superiority in his gaze. He was in control.
His hands ripped her blouse open, the buttons flying off.
She was wearing a stretchy sports bra that hugged her twin mounds and somewhat flattened them. The native retrieved the knife from the pole and slipped it under the material between her breasts. Mindy looked down and saw the gleaming knife tip poke through the cloth.
“AAAWWWWW … NOOOOOOO … PLEASE.”
The native pulled the blade away from her body and the sharp edge slowly sliced its way through the stretchy material, parting the sports bra as it moved upward. When the blade reached its destination, the bra was split open and it popped free, revealing her firm, ripe mounds for all to see.
The native stared in appreciation at the white captive’s lovely breasts. If Mindy had looked down at him or at the other natives, she would have seen large hard cocks poking from their loin cloths.
The native took the knife tip and lightly teased around Mindy’s nipples. She froze and her spine tingled at the stimulation and the danger. The tip circled her areolas, causing the flesh to goose bump. Her nipples became harder than ever as the knife tip lightly moved over the fleshy buds.
Again the native drove the knife into the pole. He took a breast in each of his calloused, strong hands and started to fondle, stroke and caress the mounds. His thumbs flicked over the hard nipples, making them bounce. He grasped each nipple between his thumb and index finger, twirling the buds. He pulled her breasts up and out by the nipples, then released them, watching them bounce back into place.
He walked behind her and grasped her mounds from behind. As he did so, he thrust his hips against her lower back. She could feel his hard erection pressing against her as he continued to play with her breasts.
Mindy’s sex life to this point had been normal. She wasn’t a virgin but she wasn’t a slut. She had enjoyed her sexual encounters in college but she had never been obsessed with sex. Now, though, she was feeling a heat building in her loins that she had never felt before. Being bound, helpless, having her blouse and bra stripped and cut away, the native’s demanding hands on her breasts, his hard cock pressing against her butt … her rational mind told her she was in grave danger but another part of her brain, the part she couldn’t control, was reacting to the stimulations. As was her body.
“NGGANNAWMMMMWWWMMNNNNNN,” she moaned/groaned as the native’s hands covered and molded her breasts. She looked down and saw the stark color contrast of his black hands on her white mounds. She felt like she might feint.
He stopped toying with her breasts and stepped around in front of her again. Mindy’s chest was heaving as she gasped for breath, her breasts quivering as they rose and fell. Her arousal plus the heat of the morning sun, even in the shade of the large tree, was covering her upper body in a sheen of sweat. She could feel a drop of sweat run from the hollow of her neck, between her breasts and across her flat stomach. Her tattered blouse was sticking to her sweaty back.
Again, the native grabbed his knife. He pulled the waist band of her skirt away from her stomach and inserted the blade. Despite her arousal, Mindy’s rational thought returned.
“NOOOOOOOO, GAAWWD, PLEASE STOP. Don’t do that, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE.”
The sharp blade did its job and sliced through the waist band into the material of her skirt. It slipped down her hips, revealing the top of her panties, which were cut like boys boxers.
The native repeated his actions … Knife to the pole … Hands to the clothing … Grabbing the skirt where it had been parted by the knife, he grunted slightly and ripped it apart, through the hem. He dropped the ruined skirt to the ground.
Her eyes were closed and her body was futilely tugging at her restraints. Her frantic movements caused her leg muscles to ripple and her breasts to bounce. She heard murmuring voices and opened her eyes.
The other natives who had been observing the scene were now standing, the loin cloths removed and they were all stroking their large, hard cocks. Her eyes widened and she felt her pussy quiver. “My God,” she thought to herself, “I can’t believe that I’m so aroused … their cocks … so big … so hard.”
The native’s hand was moving over her torso, over her flat stomach, down over her upper thighs. His hands reached around and cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing and testing the muscled firmness through the thin, silky material of her panties.
The knife was in his hand again. He pulled one side of her panties away from her thigh and sliced through the flimsy material to the waist band. He repeated the action on the other leg. The wispy material floated away to the ground.
Because of her swimming experience, Mindy had always kept her pubic hair trimmed neatly. She had a narrow hairline about half an inch in width and about an inch long just above her pussy lips.
The native noticed this and started stroking Mindy’s soft, short bush. His index finger teased its way up and down across her hair, always stopping just above her cunt lips.
Mindy felt her hips rocking back and forth at this teasing stimulation. But she froze and went rigid when his probing finger suddenly slipped lower and inserted itself in her cunt hole.
“IIIIIIIIEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH,” she screamed, her leg muscles tensing and thrusting on to her tiptoes as she attempted to escape the finger invading her most private area.
Her pussy had other ideas. Mindy’s cunt walls grasped the finger and her secretions increased. The native sawed his finger back and forth, finger fucking her in an efficient and erotic manner as her juices started to flow.
As his finger slid in and out, his thumb moved to the top of her slit. Her clit was beginning to respond to the arousal and was peeking out of its hood. His thumb started to rub that button of nerves and Mindy’s lower body started to tremble.
When he used his jagged thumb nail to tease and then push against her hard clit, Mindy’s body could no longer stand the stimulus. Her mind exploded at the thought she was about to orgasm.
She came, her body jerking, her breasts bouncing, her cunt gushing fluids onto the native’s insistent hand. He continued to finger fuck her and tease her clit until her orgasm started to subside.
Mindy had never in her life felt that kind of orgasmic sensation. She felt as though her pussy had melted into something hot and liquidy. Her breasts quivered, her hard nipples and areolas puckered into twin caps on her upturned mounds.
She heard some moaning that was not coming from her mouth and opened her eyes. All 10 natives were jacking their hard cocks and two had reached the point of no return. As Mindy watched, they came, their thick white jism jetting through the air, landing near Mindy’s feet.
Mindy was quite the sight. Strung up, legs spread, her pussy mound moist and her breasts heaving from her orgasm, her tattered blouse and sports bra far from concealing but enhancing her naked form.
The leader and another tribesman moved closer. Each took a firm breast in their hands and lowered their mouths. Mindy gasped as their lips encircled rock-hard nipples. Their tongues licked and twirled around those buds, slicking her areolas. They nipped at her erect nipples with their teeth, they sucked hard on her tit tips, pulling her breasts deep into their mouths.
“AAAAHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.” Her body had not really come down from its orgasm and the two mouths on her mounds were stoking the fires again. Her pussy started to throb as her breasts were toyed with.
The leader broke away and walked behind her. The other native pushed both of her mounds together with his hands and licked back and forth across her nipples.
The leader stood behind Mindy, rubbing his hands over her firm butt. He crouched down slightly and his erect cock slipped between her butt cheeks. Her crack was slick with sweat and he pumped his cock up and down, slipping through her ass mounds and against the small of her back. He flipped her ruined blouse up and tucked it into the top of her blouse, exposing her smooth, arched back. He continued to stroke his cock up and down, his precum adding to the sweet friction of skin on skin. His strong hands gripped her hips, keeping her in the position he wanted.
Mindy felt his hot, hard cock, a warm rod of flesh, rubbing against her ass and her back. His pre cum was flowing from his cock and it left a slick trail on her back that helped with his cock’s slip and slide journey.
Neither the leader nor the native in front of Mindy had the proper angle needed to insert their cocks in either of her holes. The native in front of her fisted his cock and rubbed the swollen head over her pussy mound. His precum and her juices produced a squishy sound as he used his cock to push and probe against her slit. When he rubbed his big cock head over her clit, mashing it in a wet, hard manner, Mindy shuddered and felt a mini orgasm rippling through her cunt.
Mindy’s moans, her quivering body, her pliant flesh were enough for both men. The leader continued to rub his rod against her ass crack until the cock, pointed upward against her back, started to spurt. Mindy felt the hot lava of his jism spurting against her back up to her shoulder blades.
The native in front of her, his sensitive cock head reacting to the contact with Mindy’s shaved pussy mound, also started to spurt. He fisted his manhood and turned it upwards, spurting his love cream on Mindy’s torso, onto her breasts. One glob landed on her right nipple and hung there before slowly sliding down her breast.
The leader said something and all of the natives approached Mindy. They cut her bindings, the remainder of her blouse and sports bra were pulled off. The leader grabbed Mindy and tossed her over his shoulder.
About 50 yards from the encampment was a pool created by a small stream. Following the leader as he carried Mindy, the group made its way to the water.
Once there, the leader waded into the pool until the water reached his waist. He then shrugged off his burden.
Mindy landed with a splash and her head briefly went under water. She came up sputtering and shivering slightly in the cool water. But after her sweaty session that had included a cum bath, she felt good as the water cleansed her skin. Her pussy, which was still stimulated and on alert, tingled from the cool sensation.
Some of the natives had brought animal skins from the camp and they spread those out on the mossy ground near the pool’s edge. Two of the natives waded into the pool, grabbed Mindy by the arms and dragged her out to the “bed.”
Mindy’s skin glistened from the water, her proud breasts were still capped by hard nipples. She was pulled down on her back on the animal skins. She looked up at the blue sky and the 10 natives who towered above her. A native grabbed her hands and pulled her arms above her head, two others grabbed her ankles and spread her legs.
Two natives laid down next to her and started with breast play. Their strong hands kneaded, flattened and molded her mounds before they attached their mouths to her nipples.
Another native crawled between her legs. His long, pointed tongue reached for her mound, licking around the top of her pussy slit and teasing her clit. Mindy’s hips jerked and she thrust her mound toward his mouth. The combination of mouths on her breasts and pussy was too much for her to rationally handle. She had stopped thinking and was simply letting her body react.
The native eating her pussy slipped his strong tongue inside her slippery tunnel. It burrowed like a small animal. From deep in Mindy’s throat came the sound that was either a groan or a growl.
His face covered with Mindy’s pussy oil, the native stopped eating her cunt and got on his knees between her legs. He reached under her hips and lifted her off lower body off the ground. His cock was sticking straight out, twitching slightly. He leaned forward, lodging the swollen head of his rod in the entrance to Mindy’s slit.
Her labia peeled back, exposing her dark pink inner walls. His cock flexed and slowly began to gain entrance. Slowly he inched the puffy purple head of his cock into Mindy’s pussy.
“AAAAAHHHH … MMMMMM … GAAAAWWWD.” Mindy’s hips bucked as the cock slowly slipped inside her clenching pussy walls. When his cock was halfway inserted, he lost patience and thrust his hips forward, burying his rigid cock deep in her cunt.
Mindy felt like a telephone pole had been driven between her legs. Her pussy walls were slick and accommodated his fleshy rod but they also gripped it tightly.
The native liked the feeling of her pussy around his cock and he left it there for a few moments. Mindy could feel his shaft throbbing inside her cunt.
The two natives who had been toying with her breasts stopped to witness their fellow tribesman’s conquest - his black hips against the white woman’s thighs, his black pubic hair mashed against her pussy mound made their cocks jerk and bob with desire.
Then the native started to stroke his cock in and out of Mindy’s slit, sawing it back and forth. He varied his thrusts - withdrawing halfway and then back for several strokes, then pulling his cock nearly all the way out until just his prick’s swollen head was all that remained inside her tunnel. His strong hands gripped her hips. The tribesmen holding her ankles helped by keeping Mindy’s lower body lifted off the ground.
The native continued to plow her pussy with his long, thick tool. The slick clinging walls of her cunt soon proved too much for him to take. With a low, guttural growl, he thrust deep and his cock began to spurt his jizz deep in Mindy’s body. She groaned as she felt his sperm splashing inside of her.
The native withdrew his semi-hard cock. It made an audible plop as it disengaged from Mindy’s cum-filled pussy. The withdrawal left her cunt with an empty feeling but that was soon rectified.
Another well-hung native slipped in and his cock easily slid inside Mindy’s cunt. She moaned, partly in surprise and partly in pleasure. This native pinned her ass down on the animal skins; the two natives holding her legs lifted them up and back toward her shoulders. This exposed her pussy completely and her new partner took full advantage by pile driving his cock deep in her opening.
No. 2 liked to work fast. His fucking was one speed and he pounded Mindy like a machine. She was gasping as his cock pistoned her pussy. With her legs folded back and his fuck position, she was like a bug pinned to a display board. Mindy had trouble breathing as the native’s hips rocked back and forth, driving his cock deep with a steady rhythm.
With her body pinned, the two natives released her wrists from their grips. Instead, they guided her hands to their throbbing, erect cocks. They closed her hands around their shafts and guided her fingers up and down their pricks.
Mindy was beyond rational thought. Her body, her nervous system, was overwhelmed with sexual content. Her situation – somewhere in an African jungle, stripped naked, the play toy of 10 well-hung and horny natives – had pushed into a tiny corner of her mind. Her hands gripped the hot rods of the two natives who had held her down and she willingly jacked them off. As her hands moved over their purple, swollen cock heads, she squeezed and was rewarded with their moans and two copious squirts of precum. She used that fluid to further slicken her hands’ journey up and down their shafts.
The native plowing her pussy clenched his teeth, drove his rod as deep as it would go and he delivered his load in Mindy’s pussy. His hot goo mixed with the previous cum load and Mindy’s juices; his fucking had produced a combined lather that ringed her fuck hole like a white beard.
He pulled out and laid his cock against her mound. A few last spasms ejected his remaining sperm against Mindy’s scrunched stomach. The sight of their fellow man’s sexual success started a one-two cumming of the two cocks Mindy was stroking.
The cock in her left hand, which was curved upward like a scimitar, jerked first. His jizz trajectory tracked in an arc before plopping across Mindy’s face and hair. Her eyes and been closed but they popped open in surprise as the warm, salty cum splattered across her face. One gob landed on her lips. Her altered state was evident as she didn’t hesitate to lick the salty jizz into her mouth. Her body shuddered at the taste.
Mr. Right Hand benefitted from his buddy’s cum. Mindy’s hand had tightened around the still-loaded shaft when the other cock had spewed its contents. On an up stroke, her thumb rubbed over the slickened head of his rod and that sensation had pushed him over the edge. He closed his eyes, stiffened his body and for a few seconds clenched his groin to hold off his orgasm for as long as possible.
When he relaxed and let go, his prick erupted like a fire hose. His piss hole was wide open and his jizz fired out in thick streams with almost no pause between the spurts. Instead of an arc like the previous prick’s trajectory, this time the sperm took a straight line and spattered over her upper body. His jizz was thick and hot and splotched her neck, chest and her upturned breasts capped by her rock hard and throbbing nipples.
Mindy’s reaction again was out of character but to her seemed appropriate. Her hands left the drained pricks and started to rub the goo into her breasts like it was the finest body cream. Her thumbs flicked over her slickened nipples, stimulating those pleasure buds and making her hips lurch.
It was evident to the natives that Mindy was deep inside a sexual pleasure zone and she was theirs to enjoy.
Mindy felt their hands on her arms and legs. They flipped her on her stomach and pushed her on her hands and knees. Her head was forced down on the animal skin so that her ass was sticking up.
Another native, this one with a cock that was fatter and not as long, kneeled behind Mindy. Her pussy lips were a dark pink from arousal and the mixture of cum and her juices was smeared from her mound to her asshole. The native took his hand and wiped over her mound, collecting a handful of goo. He rubbed it on both of her firm ass cheeks, massaging their firm mounds and then loudly slapping each cheek. The natives chuckled as Mindy’s firm ass vibrated with the slaps.
He then fisted his rod and held it against her pussy. He rubbed it up and down her slit, from her ass bud to her clit, the thick swollen head leaving a trail of fresh precum like a snail’s trail.
Satisfied with his preparations, he wedged his wide prick bulb inside Mindy’s labia. Her pussy walls started to throb and grasp in anticipation of a new partner.
Mindy had never done doggy and when his cock slipped inside her cunt walls, the different sensation caused her to gasp. His thrusts rocked against her ass, his hips slapping against her butt cheeks and his loaded ball slack slapped against her soggy crotch.
This native seemed content to take his time. He was fucking her hard and insistently but his strokes were long and deep and measured.
Another native was less patient. He kneeled in front of Mindy, grabbed her head on each side of her ears and pulled her up so that her lips were in line with his cock.
Mindy was face to face with a menacing 10-inch cock. She had sucked a few partners but always in the dark. She had never seen an erect prick up close like this. She could see the veins in his black shaft. His bulbous cock head was a dark purple and to Mindy looked huge. She knew he wanted her to suck his cock but she wasn’t all that sure she could fit it in her mouth.
He thrust his hips forward and his cock smeared its precum over Mindy’s full, soft lips. The sensation of his prick head against something that felt so soft and smooth made him shiver. With one hand gripping the back of her head, the other grabbed his rod and rubbed his prick back and forth over Mindy’s lower face, his precum seeping out as he went.
He aimed his cock head at her mouth and pushed against her lips. Mindy knew what he wanted. Again, her sexual feelings canceled out anything else. After tasting the native’s cum earlier, she realized she liked the taste and wanted more. Her pink tongue slipped between her lips and started licking the native’s bulging cock head.
Looking down, seeing the white woman’s tongue lapping at his prick head, the native groaned at the color contrast of her lips and tongue against his black shaft.
The native drilling her from behind had a decent view as his fellow tribesman’s cock was serviced. He continued his languid pace, sawing his thick prick in and out of Mindy’s clinging fuck tunnel.
The native wanted more than just a lick job. Again, he fisted his prick and started to push against Mindy’s mouth. One of the fuck strokes from behind her hit a sensitive spot in her pussy and Mindy gasped. The prick at her mouth slipped in to the back of her throat and Mindy had to fight the gag reflex.
“NGAAANNNNGGGGHHHH” she gurgled as the man meat filled her mouth. Mindy tried to maneuver her tongue around the head and shaft. Her soft lips were o-ringed around his prick and her perfect teeth were barely touching his cock flesh. The native began to slowly pull his cock out until just the thick head was inside her mouth. A small squirt of precum filled Mindy’s mouth with its salty fluid. She gulped it down and her tongue began to swath what was still in her mouth. She was rewarded with more precum.
For support, Mindy placed one of her hands on the native’s muscular thigh. That slightly changed the angle of the attack for the native doggy fucking her. He groaned in pleasure and slightly increased his stroke speed.
Her free hand, almost of its own will, came up and started stroking the shaft in her mouth. With just the head in her mouth, Mindy’s hand had plenty to stroke. Her hand and its smooth skin rubbed up and down the rock-hard shaft. She could feel its bumps and the swollen veins. Her mouth started sucking on the prick head and her tongue was bathing the head with a combination of saliva and precum. Her full breasts jutted from her chest; they were gleaming from their sperm bath.
The slurping sounds of the Mindy’s blow job and the squishing sounds of her cunt being fucked from behind seemed excessively loud in the quiet of the jungle clearing. Her two partners were grunting as they enjoyed opposite ends of their white captive.
The native behind her watched as her white hand stroked the long shaft that was fucking her mouth. He started to pick up the pace as he felt his ball sack tense for its upload. With a growl, he slammed deep inside Mindy. That caused her to groan around the prick in her mouth, a sensation that increased the pleasure for that native.
The cock in Mindy’s pussy was so wide she felt filled like never before. Lodged deep inside her clingy fuck tube, the native’s cock began to lurch and fire its seed. He kept his prick in place as the jizz started to spurt, then he continued to stroke Mindy’s pussy as his balls were emptied. Again, Mindy’s cunt was unable to handle it all and globs of cum seeped out, dribbling down her thighs and plopping on the animal skin.
Mindy’s support hand moved up to caress the native’s wrinkled ball sack. It felt like he had two Titleists concealed inside his scrotum. Mindy hefted them in wonder as her other hand stroked his rod and her mouth serviced what was left.
The white woman’s smooth hand and gentle caressing of his sack was too much. Grabbing Mindy’s head with both hands, he thrust his prick as far as it would go, mashing Mindy’s nose and mouth against his sweaty crotch and his curly back pubic hair.
Mindy had a brief reuniting with reality. His cock was slipping into the top of her throat and she seriously thought she would choke. She fought the gag reflex but the clenching of those muscles only enhanced the native’s experience. His butt muscles clenched and he came.
His load splashed against the back of Mindy’s throat and she tried to swallow. The thick, salty cum slowly slid down her gullet. As the next waves hit, she was better able to gulp down his man juice.
The native’s prick and balls were jerking and twitching. He pulled back until about half of his cock was in her mouth as the jizz continued to spew. Mindy was now able to taste and swallow his cum as she continued to suck while one hand stroked his lower shaft and her hand felt his balls convulsing to eject their contents.
He dropped his grip from her head and pulled back, his cock exiting her hot mouth with a plopping sound. Her hand continued to stroke his still-hard prick and a few final shots splattered across her face and lips. Her tongue eagerly licked what it could reach. Her fingers scooped up what they could find and she licked those clean.
Ten ever-hard pricks and one woman made for a long afternoon. The natives were insatiable and never tired of Mindy’s lithe body. She was fucked several times in the familiar positions but also was made to straddle a native who was on his back and suck another native as she rode that prick. She couldn’t keep track of who had fucked her, who she had sucked and who she had jerked off.
By early afternoon, the orgy was over. Mindy’s body was cum splattered, her hair matted with sweat and jizz. Her pussy was pleasantly sore and worn out from the stretching and the pounding.
The last native to satisfy himself had doggy fucked her. When he came and deposited his load, he pulled out. Mindy collapsed in a heap on the animal skins, half on her belly, half on her side. Her legs were split and her pussy was pulsating. A steady trickle of jizz and her cunt juices were exiting her slit and wetting a spot on the animal skins.
She heard splashing and realized the natives were in the nearby pool of water. The native who had fucked her put his hands under her arm pits and dragged her into the water.
Mindy’s body was so hot and sweaty that she thought there might be a hissing sound when she encountered the cool water. She dunked herself for a few seconds and felt the water cleansing her skin. All her nerve endings felt raw and hyper sensitive.
She stood up and ran her hands through her wet hair. The motion caused her full breasts to pull up in a provocative manner. When she opened her eyes, 10 pairs of eyes were staring at her.
Even after what she had been through, Mindy felt self-conscious. These men had captured her, stripped her, raped her, turned her into their sexual play thing.
She stood there, droplets of water running from her hair, over her face and over her upthrust breasts. She looked down at herself. Her nipples seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal, jutting from her areolas.
Ignoring the 10 natives who were sharing her bath, Mindy started to rub her hands over her body, making sure that any jizz remaining was washed away. Her hands moved over her breasts, gently kneading them and flicking her hard buds. She shuddered at the sensation and felt naughty to be putting herself on display.
She reached down between her legs, which were underwater, and massaged her pussy mound. Even in the cool water, her cunt felt … warm. “What I have become?” her mind wondered. “I seem to be turned on and wanting even more.”
The naked natives began leaving the pool; their pricks were mostly soft but a few had erections after watching Mindy bathe herself. The leader motioned for her to get out.
When she stepped out, she felt a squishy sensation. She looked down in surprise; she was still wearing her running shoes.
“Maybe I should make a break for it,” she wondered. Her next thought: “But where? And naked and lost, even if I get away, how will I survive?”
The leader grabbed her arm. Two of the natives gathered up the animal skins that had served as the epicenter of the orgy. The group headed back to the camp. The natives started to pack up. The leader handed Mindy her torn blouse. She was surprised when he wrapped her ripped skirt around her hips and secured it around her waist with a cord. It was ripped from hem to top and was little more than a large loin cloth but she was thankful to be covered. She put on her now-sleeveless blouse. No buttons, so she tied it under her breasts.
The tribesman started off down a narrow path with Mindy in the middle of the single file. “Were they taking me back?” she wondered. She had no way of knowing that instead of back to civilization, they were heading deeper into the African jungle.