[The White Wife Lost in the African Jungle] Chapter Eight

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Hank and the others had been gone for over two hours, and I was starting

to feel restless in the little thatched hut, like a cat on a hot tin roof.

Under the scorching equatorial sun, the

hut was no longer just unbearably hot;

the intense pheromones from the previous night's passionate lovemaking, mixed with

the smell of the three men's semen that had dried on my thighs, made the air in the cramped

hut unbearably foul. I desperately needed a shower to clean myself.

I put on a black, semi-transparent lace bra, then slipped on a pair of matching black, semi-transparent lace panties with only two

fingers . Grabbing a towel, soap, and

shampoo, I left the hut and headed straight for the waterfall.

As I walked past the villagers toward the waterfall, I saw the indigenous Black villagers

staring at me with burning eyes, whispering amongst themselves in their local language, which I couldn't understand.

I was sure they were talking about me.

The water cascading down from above felt wonderfully

warm under the midday sun of the East African equator. I waded into the waterfall, soaking myself completely, and then came out and

lathered myself thoroughly with soap.

I spent a considerable amount of time meticulously washing my aching genitals inside and out

, trying my best to clean away the semen left inside me.

As I was washing, I glanced up and saw two local Black

children staring intently at me as I effortlessly washed the

smooth, white skin of the white woman in the lake. Although I call them children

, they were probably eighteen or nineteen years old.

After thoroughly washing my genitals, I began washing my breasts.

To be honest, reaching under my bra to wash my breasts was quite inconvenient. So I turned around, lifted my

bra, and began carefully washing my breasts. Still with my back to the two native Black men, I backed away into the

warm waterfall, letting the warm, clear water wash over my body.

After thoroughly washing myself, I put my bra back on and stepped out

of . I was immediately stunned by what I saw.

I was shocked to see the two native Black children staring intently at my body with a terrifyingly

lustful gaze, while vigorously stroking their

large, erect, spear-like penises.

Even from a distance, I could clearly see every detail of them stroking their large

penises . Startled by this unexpected scene, I lost my footing and

slipped and fell under the waterfall.

Oh God! I stood there, watching these two young, strong,

muscular . What they were doing was exactly what I had dreamed of seeing. Watching

a muscular black man, as strong and powerful as the strongest chimpanzee in the African jungle, stand

before me, stroking his enormous penis.

They were stroking it at a speed I could never have imagined. As they stroking it

forcefully , their fists gripping the penis became a blur in my eyes

, too fast to see clearly. My right hand unconsciously reached down to my vulva, which was covered by my wet black

lace panties. As I began to vigorously rub my mons

pubis, which was beginning to harden, I watched the two native black men's muscles tremble, the intoxicating

sight of them about to ejaculate.

In an instant, one of the young Black natives gripped his large penis and thrust his

dark, shiny, strong buttocks forward with force, his eyes fixed on the sky as he roared like a mad

beast . A large gush of thick white semen

shot out from the black urethral opening at the tip of his rock-hard penis. Then, about four large spurts of white semen erupted, arcing through the air

before splashing into the water. Immediately afterward, the other young Black native also let out a

chilling roar, like that of a wild animal in the African jungle, and his large penis began to ejaculate large gushes

of semen.

My lifelong dream of seeing a man ejaculate through masturbation had finally

come true ! As I watched the white semen from these two men fall into the water and slowly

spread with the current, I was so overwhelmed with excitement that I almost died of pleasure.

I closed my eyes, but the image of those two young, strong Black natives' trembling,

vibrant black penises remained vivid in my mind's eye. My hands, through my black lace panties, couldn't help but

rub and caress my mons pubis with uncontrollable force .

With the cascading spring water washing over me from head to toe, the desire deep within me, teased by my own fingers, was about to

erupt like a volcano.

Just as that powerful current began to coursing through my body, a man standing on the riverbank

began shouting in a language I couldn't understand. "

Damn it," I thought bitterly. "Why can't this guy wait a little while, let me

release this pent-up desire completely?" I stared intently at him, trying to see what he was up to, but I

saw nothing.

I only saw two young black natives rushing from the river to the bank. Following their

direction, I saw a huge black cat, as large as a small car,

slowly walking into the river to drink.

A lion, a leopard…! Terrified, I screamed and scrambled to my feet,

fleeing towards the riverbank. In my panic, I dropped my soap and shampoo

onto .

Don't ask me what breed that black cat was; all I know is that it was enormous, absolutely enormous!

The man standing on the riverbank shouting in the local language was giving us a warning, but I didn't understand

what he meant. All I wanted to say to him now was one word: "Thank you!"

After I saw this enormous cat, having drunk its fill, waddle across the riverbank into the rainforest

, I grabbed my towel and started drying myself.

Just then, one of the two young Black men I'd seen masturbating in the river ran back down to the waterfall and

grabbed my soap and shampoo. When he handed me the soap and shampoo, I

saw a bright smile spread across his face.

I noticed his eyes were

fixed

on my wet, black lace bra—which, while nominally concealing my full, white breasts, was practically transparent. Then, two burning gazes slid down to my

equally wet black lace thong, which looked like a tiny strip of cloth between my legs.

Pretending not to see anything, I casually smiled and thanked him for his help. The young Black man, his

eyes burning spoke a string of words in his local language that I couldn't understand at all

before running back to his companions.

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When I walked back to my little thatched hut, I found it even hotter and stuffier than

before . I took off my wet bra and panties and dried my dripping body. I knew I

couldn't stay in that hut all day. I would die of heat. So I started

looking something to wear. I found a very pretty red silk bikini bottom covered in white polka dots. I slipped

my feet into the silk bottom, which looked like a tiny strip of cloth, and pulled it up, making sure it was in place.

Having just finished all that, the image of those two young Black men stroking their large penises in

the river . My fingers unconsciously reached

for the soft silk panties covering my mons pubis. I began to gently rub my mons pubis through the fabric,

while my left hand involuntarily rose and tightly gripped my nipple, my fingers rubbing and flicking my now

somewhat hard right nipple. I closed my eyes and began to

imagine

the feeling of those two muscular, young, strong Black men, or perhaps the strongest one alone, or both of them, penetrating me with their hot, black penises.

Just as I was about to lie down on the bamboo mat to masturbate, I heard voices outside my little thatched hut

, which instantly extinguished my newly ignited desire.

The thatched door of my little hut was unlocked; I wondered if they would open it

and find this white woman from a faraway place standing on the ground, masturbating. So I quickly stopped and

went back to find some clothes to wear.

I was already drenched in sweat from the sweltering heat. So I simply grabbed a

Hank oversized t-shirt and pulled it over my head. I wasn't wearing anything underneath. The t-shirt went

above , so it was just enough to keep me from being too exposed in front of these local natives. It seemed

better than wearing a shirt. I figured these natives couldn't actually

see my proudly erect nipples and

my two full, snow-white breasts, which swayed freely in front of my chest due to the weight of gravity, through the soft cotton fabric.

Just then, I started to feel hungry and thirsty. So I left the small thatched hut and walked towards a woman who

looked like she was cooking. I knew this Black woman, like the other Black people here

, didn't speak any English. So I made a gesture of drinking water, then a gesture of picking at rice with my fingers,

and then pointed to my mouth. The Black woman smiled and nodded, meaning it was okay. She scooped a bowl of something that looked like porridge from her

jar and handed me a cocoa shell filled with what I thought was water.

I thanked the native woman and sat down to eat on a tree stump. As I approached

the stump, many local villagers stopped what they were doing and stared at me intently.

I smiled at them and began to eat.

After I finished, I handed the cocoa shell back to the native woman and gestured

for her to refill it. Ah! Yes! This time, the cocoa shell was filled with real water,

not some intoxicating beverage.

When the native woman refilled my cocoa shell, I

thanked . Holding the water-filled cocoa shell in one hand, I wandered around the small village. I hadn't decided

how to spend the rest of the day.

When I returned to our still unbearably hot thatched hut, I immediately

abandoned the idea of sleeping in 　　　　　　　　　　　my sleeping bag inside. I decided to find a sunny spot outside to spread it out

and take a nap. 　　About a hundred feet outside the village, I found a clean spot. There was no one around, so it seemed like a good place to be alone for a while. I unfolded my sleeping bag and sat down. 　　Then my mind started racing again. Why the hell didn't I wear a bra in the hut ? How the ? I told myself, "Damn, this place is nice, but it's still a bit of a letdown." 　　I put on my sunglasses and sprawled out. I rolled Hank's oversized t-shirt up just below my breasts . I didn't know how long I'd stay there until I slowly drifted off to sleep. 　　Then I started dreaming. In my dream, I saw two young Black natives standing in front of manipulating their large penises. In the dream, I saw them taking turns using their long...

Long black cocks took turns fucking me. While one of the young native black men was fucking me hard and fast,

another stood by, watching the spectacle of black and white fighting with great interest.

The young native black man, who was straddling me, thrust powerfully, making me lose my footing and experience multiple orgasms.

I started to lose myself and scream loudly, "Ah...! Yes! Fuck me harder!

Ah... I'm flying...!!!!"

As the afterglow of the orgasm slowly faded, I opened my eyes and found that I had pulled my oversized

t-shirt up to my neck, completely exposing my two large, full breasts. My two fingers

had pulled down my underwear, which was only two fingers wide, and I had inserted my fingers to vigorously rub my

hardened mons pubis.

I sat up and looked around to see if anyone had seen me masturbating in my sleep. I

was glad to see that no one was around, so no one had seen what had just happened. I lay back

down my mind racing. What the hell was wrong with me? All I could think about were

those long, hard, black cocks. This trip to the East African savanna had truly transformed me from a

respectable, middle-class white American housewife into a lustful, insatiable woman. I pulled my

t-shirt, rolled up to my neck, down just below my breasts, and once again lay sprawled out on my back

in the warm sunshine, falling asleep.

I seemed to fall asleep again, and in my dream, I seemed to have that feeling again—that I couldn't live without dreaming of those strong, thick black

cocks. This time, I didn't know who was fucking me hard with a thick, powerful, hot

cock. The only thing I could feel was that when I arched my back and hips in response to the thrusts of that

cock, the feeling was pure, unbearable pleasure.

"Ah, God! This feeling is amazing! No matter who's fucking my pussy right now,

I'm about to be fucked senseless by this huge cock inside me.

I lift my two snow-white, firm thighs and wrap them tightly around the strong back of the cock's owner, while

loudly moaning

, 'Yes, yes. Ah... like this, fuck me!'

I then desperately thrust my snow-white, full hips upwards in response to

the impact of that thick, powerful cock.

Immediately afterward, a powerful current of boundless pleasure swept through every cell in my body.

I screamed hysterically, 'Ah! God! Yes... don't stop! Yes, yes

... ah!!! Yes!!! I'm flying...'

My head began to swing wildly from side to side. " I thrust my snow-white, full hips upwards to meet

the massive cock that was driving me mad, wanting to swallow it whole into my hot,

uncontrollably slit.

Oh, God! This feeling of being fucked to the point of death by this massive cock is just too wonderful.

As my hips thrust violently upwards to meet the impact of that thick, hot rod, my

consciousness slowly began to awaken from the dream. But my mind hadn't yet grasped what had happened.

The only thing I felt was that I had just had an orgasm. But who was fucking me so well? I

slowly opened my eyes, and I saw myself almost face-to-face with Chief Zuma, the black chief.

My brain instantly became completely clear. I realized that what I was seeing was not a dream at all.

In fact, in the center of this open space, Chief Zuma was kneeling on my sleeping bag, forcefully slamming his thick

, powerful cock into my snow-white, tender flesh.

My loose t-shirt was pulled up... At my neck, the sexy, alluring little red silk panties were pushed

aside.

Before I could even understand what was happening, Chief Zumama's enormous penis was deeply

inserted into my vagina. And I had just been brought to multiple orgasms by him.

I looked around and saw several local villagers gathered around Zumama and me, watching

our . Everything was crystal clear: Chief Zumama

was raping me, a white woman, in public.

When I realized this, I was terrified and began to fight back with all my might.

But against the chief's body, which was three times my size, all my resistance was

as insignificant as an ant trying to shake a tree. He continued to thrust his long, hard, glistening black penis like a pile

driver. He pounded deep into my body like a pile driver. Once again, I felt his long, thick penis seem

to have penetrated all the way into my uterus.

My subconscious told me I had to stop his brutal rape. But my body wouldn't obey my

mind.

As I gasped for breath, shouting "Stop, stop, stop!" my snow-white, firm

waist and hips continued to thrust upwards, responding to

the impact of Chief Zumama's steel-hard penis inside me, rising and falling, responding...

Amidst the violent trembling and impact, I heard someone tapping something beside me,

but I couldn't tell what they were doing. I was frantically pushing and kicking, trying to

stop Chief Zumama's rape.

I knew that if I couldn't stop him immediately... To stop Zumama's savage and violent rape, I was about to

fall into the trap of this black man, becoming hopelessly addicted to

the sensation of being penetrated by his large, powerful penis.

Soon I realized what the knocking was about. Two strong villagers had grabbed

my arms and tied my wrists

to two sturdy wooden sticks driven deep into the ground, securing them to my sides.

I angrily pulled at my arms, which were now hopelessly freed.

I screamed, "Fuck you, let me go! Don't rape me!"

I was powerless to resist anymore; Chief Zumama could now

do whatever he wanted with me. Zumama's large hands, like two small fans, were spread wide...

His fingers dug deep into my plump, white buttocks, forcefully lifting my hips and

slamming them against his rock-hard cock.

My mood was absolutely terrible; I hated that my body had begun to betray my will. "Ah, God

!" His huge cock was penetrating my flesh so quickly, deeply, and violently. Under this immense stimulation,

my head thrashed violently back and forth to release the pleasure in my heart.

But my mouth was still whimpering insincerely, "No, don't, stop."

Then, I knew that my body had completely betrayed my will.

Unconsciously, I stopped whimpering insincere words like "No, don't." My lips

involuntarily uttered intoxicating cries

like "Yes...yes...I want it! Fuck me! Fuck me to death!"

"Ah, my God! What the hell am I doing?" I began involuntarily thrusting

my snow-white, plump buttocks upwards to meet the massive cock that was driving and manipulating my body.

My lips uttered incoherent

cries of "Ah, yes! Just like that! Ah, God, fuck me!"

I had forgotten that I was a married woman, or that

I being bound to the ground, being brutally raped by a chieftain in a remote East African country.

My only concern was that a large black cock was deeply penetrating me, giving me indescribable pleasure. I

was simply lying sprawled on the ground

, thrusting my snow-white hips—a trait unique to white women—to meet

the thrusts

When Chief Zumama, the Black chief, saw that he had completely crushed my will to resist, a broad smile spread across his face .

This

chief of a Black tribe deep in the East African savanna had

utterly conquered and possessed me, the wife of a white man from an American family, with his uniquely hard, steel-like penis, making

my body completely subjugate to his massive member. This was an undeniable fact.

Now, aside from the fact that I was about to reach orgasm simultaneously with the Black chief's ejaculation,

I no longer cared about anything else. Everything was happening.

Chief Zumama was fucking me faster and faster. Then, what I had been eagerly anticipating happened:

Zumama's huge cock plunged deep inside me, and he began to roar

loudly .

I felt Zumama's huge cock trembling and convulsing deep inside me. I knew he

had filled my womb with his hot, thick African semen. His huge cock was

like a giant vibrator, violently vibrating deep inside me, filling

this The woman's plump womb.

Zuma's small penis continuously ejaculated thick fluid, simultaneously and thoroughly satiating my thirsty

little hole . The raging lust within me, mixed with the gushing fluid, brought me

maximum satisfaction.

With all my might, I pulled on the two wooden sticks holding me to the ground, letting out a long, drawn-out cry: "

Ah... God! Yessssss... Ah!!! Just like that... I'm going to die..."

I thrust my snow-white, full, firm buttocks up and down, my lower hole like a

thirsty infant suckling its mother... Like breast milk, it desperately tried to absorb every drop of the gushing, scalding semen into

my womb.

In all my life, even with my own husband, I had never felt

such hunger and shameless lewdness as I did now with this black chief from the wilderness before me.

When the passion subsided, I lay naked and sprawled on the ground, still seemingly

in shock.

The black chief looked down at me with satisfaction. He slowly withdrew his large penis from

me . As the head of his penis, freshly ejaculated, flowed like a small river… The semen

gushed out of my vagina with a soft, dripping sound.

Chief Zumama, satisfied, stood up and stood beside me.

He spoke

something in a local dialect I couldn't understand to one of the two young, strong Black men I'd seen masturbating in the river. At that moment, all I could see was his once erect, rock-hard

penis

The young, muscular Black man, grinning broadly, shook his head. The man, with a submissive

expression, spoke to Zumama in the local language. Then he lowered his head and looked down at me, throwing his

dirty apron on the ground. In an instant, he knelt between my still

wide spread, strong, long legs and began to manipulate his large, dark penis.

It took me several seconds to fully understand what was happening; I was probably about to be

fucked by this virile black man again. And I was powerless to stop it. This

young black man, only eighteen years old, from the East African savanna, was about to... He had taken the first married

white woman, a twenty-eight-year-old, in his life.

This young black man, his eyes bloodshot and radiating intense masculinity, continued to

grip his already rock-hard penis tightly as he slowly moved his knees

above me. He aimed his large, thick penis, already leaking clear fluid from its head, at my

wet opening. My labia were still covered in the thick, white semen ejaculated by Chief Zumama,

so the head of his penis easily slid into me.

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