Gender: Male Age: 28 Location: N/A
Two stories that take place in a lush, tropical rainforest, where a new, deadly, naturally-occurring virus is emerging. In one story, a woman goes trekking to ponder over the marriage proposal from her boyfriend of four years. On her journey, she encounters two friends from her past and an ethnically diverse group of men. In the other story, an African-American woman and two neo-Nazi skinheads are lost in the jungle, after a fatal tour boat incident. Contains: fiction, nudity, interracial and group sex, racism, and a deadly virus spread by a pesky jungle bug.
Helen (Irish-German-descent) (25 years-old)
Lorna (Argentinian) (24 years-old)
Vicky (Chinese) (23 years-old)
Trent (Congolese) (30 years-old)
Marcus (Russian) (41 years-old)
Ryan (Saudi Arabian) (35 years-old)
Brad (French) (39 years-old)
Henry (New Zealand Maori) (27 years-old)
June (African-American) (46 years-old)
Lance (Scottish-descent) (22 years-old)
Sid (Welsh-descent) (23 years-old)
Written by Norton5
Raindrops falling on my head, Helen sighed. Two days now she had been trekking through the jungle. She sat on the bole of a large tree, receiving second-hand rain from the leaves. She embraced the drips, but lost focus as her mind drifted back to...
...Rodney, down on one knee with a sapphire-studded titanium ring in his hands, offering it up to her. They had been dating for four years. He told her, "That first day I saw you at church when I was attending that youth camp was the luckiest day of my life. I don't know why I had even bothered to go, other than the fact that my best friend Danny asked me to go along because he said I needed to fill a void in my heart with God. Well, I ended up getting more than God in my heart. I got you, Helen. I don't consider myself lucky anymore; I was truly blessed. Somehow I knew when we went out on our first date that you were different from all those other girls. You were more fun and more mature in your thinking. I like a girl with focus and one who knows how to let loose. You love God and church, and I've come to love God and church too. I think you love me, and I know I definitely love you, so I'm asking you now, will you marry me? I've never been more serious with a girl in my life."
She told him, "I know we've been together four years, but... I still need time to figure things out for myself. I have strong feelings for you, Rodney, but I just don't know for sure yet. Please, give me some time to think it over."
He had a look of complete understanding on his face, "Of course, Helen. You have all the time in the world. You have my heart..."
...I have your heart, she told herself. A yellow and red bug hovered before her eyes and she studied it for a second before - splat - squashing it between her palms.
"Fuckin' anacondas!" shouted Sid as he swung his machete and cut through thick undergrowth as he, his pal Lance, and their tag-along, an African-American woman named June, made slow progress through the damp and warm rainforest.
Sid and Lance were neo-Nazi skinheads from the USA, who had been unfortunate enough to win a trip to the South American jungle. While on a tour boat through the jungle river, three or four anacondas had emerged from the water and slithered onto the boat deck. They had killed all the passengers (tourists) and crew (locals), except for Sid, Lance, and June, who had panicked and jumped into the sinister-looking, brownish-green river. To their amazement, they had survived the swim and made it to the river bank. From there, they had stuck together, and began cutting their way into the rainforest.
"I wonder where the hell we are," said Lance. Sid replied, "If that's a whine, you had better take it back, 'cause I'm gonna cut the mouth off your face if you keep annoying me with your voice like that." "You two boys just give it a rest now," said June looking at a glorious yellow flower. "Shut up, black bitch," said Sid. "Yeah, shut the fuck up, n***er whore," said Lance. "Whatever," June muttered.
After thirty-five minutes of dreary trekking, they rested in a cave, not bothering to notice that it was undoubtedly made by human hands, rather than natural, weathering processes.
Lance and Sid immediately cleared out spaces for themselves to settle down in and dropped themselves down to sleep. June studied them with hands on her hips, "Don't you young men want to find yourselves something to eat before you nod off? You must be hungry." Lance gave her an evil glare, "You mean, you must be hungry. Go find food for yourself." "All right. You boys just sit tight," she said and walked off.
Sid woke up to find Lance all tied up with two men sitting on him. When he tried to get up, three other men were on top of him all of a sudden. They punched and kicked him, putting a knife to his neck and he went still. Then they proceeded to tie him up like they had done to Lance. "Fuck you, Amazon fuckers!" he yelled. A blow directed at his head tamed him down some.
The men who tied him up were dressed in clothing that was part tribal and part Western rags - an altogether crude attire to be running around in, but this was the jungle, literally. "We will teach you never to trespass on our land and never ever to take shelter in a cave that does not belong to you," said the man who seemed to be the leader of the group.
"What will you do to us?" asked Lance. Another man said, "I say we eat them." At that, Sid and Lance went into panicked pig-squealing. Finally they came out of panic mode and just muttered deeply felt "Fuck you"s to their captors. In return, they got punched in the head.
June stood in front of the cave all of a sudden and looked disapprovingly at the tribesmen. "I don't remember inviting any of you folk into my hotel room." At first the men were shocked, but in two seconds, they launched themselves at June. She proved to be faster than her attackers, or even Lance and Sid, had thought. In a blur of movement, she whipped out a blowpipe and shot poison darts at all her attackers and the ones who had stayed behind to hold down the two young men.
"Shit, girl. You're a genuine bad ass," said Sid, looking at all the unconscious bodies of their assailants. Lance said, "Okay, you've just graduated from black whore to dangerous-fucking-mother." She waved her hand, a pained expression on her face, "Oh, please, sonnies, just call me Momma June from now on. And help me tie up these motherfuckers, after I untie you, of course."
Helen woke up and saw hideous primordial monsters creeping from the shadows of nearby trees, heading toward her, hungry eyes, mouths, and teeth. She screamed and ran from under the large tree she had been napping.
She ran right, then left, then right. Zig-zagging through the rainforest. But the monsters kept gaining on her. She looked behind her and saw them coming fast. "Aaagghh," she screamed and hit a tree trunk. She went out cold.
She awoke looking into the eyes of someone. She recognized the face. It hurt to think, but she forced herself. Lorna! "Is that-" "Yes, it's me Lorna. How're you feeling, Helen?" "I was chased by monsters." Lorna shook her head and smiled reassuringly, "No. You were bitten by a bug that inhabits this region. A yellow and red colored bug called the Doomwasp. It injects you with a virus that makes you think you're in a highly dangerous situation. Sadly it's a virus the world knows very little about, but not to worry. My team of medical researchers and I are here to find out as much as we can about the Doomwasp and the virus it carries which we've called Doom, so we can come up with a cure for it." Helen looked at her surroundings and said, "Oh."
She was in a clean white bed and there were just two other beds besides this one, which happened to be empty. Moving about were a few locals, but mostly expatriate people. "Good news for everyone," said Lorna brightly. "We've finally come up with an antidote and vaccination for the Doom virus. We're going through the testing phases now, using volunteers from the local population."
Helen ruffled her hair and said, "Last time I saw you, you were a teenager in high school. What have you made of yourself? A doctor?" Lorna chuckled, "I'm sort of a biochemist or pharmacist." Helen straightened her hair with her hands, "Cool." Lorna gave her a comb, "I'll go get the cook to fix up something for you. The cafeteria is over there," she pointed and Helen said she would be right over.
As Helen was eating her lunch, someone slammed a food tray down right next to hers. The food jumped in her throat and she almost choked. To reclaim her dignity, she was about to rip out the offending person's throat when she realized it was someone else she knew from high school. Vicky.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked. Vicky gave her a weird look and smile, "I'm screwing the guy who's funding all this, and I have a degree in business management. What the hell are you doing here?" Helen said, "I don't know. Give me a hug." They laughed and hugged each other.
Lorna came to sit with them and soon it was a nice happy reunion in the middle of the jungle. Helen asked, "You're really screwing the guy pumping all the cash into this operation?" Vicky nodded, "Not kidding. His dick is adequate so I'm not complaining, plus he thinks the world of my calculating mind." "You were always the best in math," said Lorna. Helen took a sip of apple juice and saw a man walk into the cafeteria and scoop up some food from the food bar.
"Who's that?" she asked. Vicky looked, "Oh, that's Brad, he's French. One of our chemists." Helen muttered, "He's not that bad-looking for a chemist. Lorna patted her on the hand saying, "We were particular on looks, as well as brains, when we picked the members of this group. You never know when you might want to, er, copulate in the jungle." Vicky laughed. The Frenchman saw them and came there way.
"May I join you, ladies?" he asked. "Please do," said Helen, looking him over as he seated himself. "What is your name?" he asked, shaking her hand. "I'm Helen." "Nice to meet you, Helen. I am Brad. Do you usually get lost in jungles or is this a one time thing?" Helen chuckled. "No. I got bitten by some weird bug and started seeing things." Brad said, "Ah, the Doom virus. Such a bad disease, but we will soon have the medication for it." "I heard."
Lance, June, and Sid walked single file through the jungle. It was now their third day of traveling on foot through bad terrain. Lance was surprised he hadn't been bitten by any snakes yet. Best not to tempt fate or even think about it.
June saw a large tree root and went to sit on it when a wild boar ran past her, almost knocking her down. She pointed at it and said, "There goes tonight's supper, boys!" The two men looked at her. She said, "What are you two looking at me for? Go get 'im. Bring home the bacon, for real." Lance and Sid looked at each other, then ran after the boar with their machetes ready in hand.
It was around 4 PM when the two men returned with the boar on a stick carried between them. "Those are my boys!" said June as they set it down. "You two just relax and I'll cook us up a feast." And that is what she did. Sid and Lance woke up at around 7:30 PM to eat roasted wild boar. "You're the greatest, Momma June," said Sid as he bit into his leg of boar. "Thank you, Momma June," said Lance. "You boys are most welcome," she said, pleased with their gratitude.
"These are the main brains behind the making of the antidote," said Lorna as she introduced Helen to Trent, Marcus, Ryan, and Henry. "You've already met Brad." He waved at her and she waved back. Addressing the team, Lorna said, "I have an important announcement for you guys: Helen is on a soul searching journey. She didn't wind up in the same jungle with us by accident. Her boyfriend of four years proposed to her and she's using this trek to figure out what answer she's going to give him, so don't try to seduce her, okay?" Everyone laughed and she gave Helen a friendly squeeze on the arm.
Henry, a New Zealand Maori, said, "Hey, Helen, if you say no to your boyfriend, would you go out with me?" She laughed, "Maybe." He was big, solid, and cute, with tattoos on both arms. Trent, a dark, handsome, Congolese man, said, "I don't think she's your type, Henry. Maybe she would be better suited to me." A big 'Ooh' went around the laboratory. Marcus, a Russian, put his hands on his hips and said, "All women find Russian men irresistible. She's definitely mine on the rebound." Helen knew this was just fun talk, but she couldn't help feeling special and slightly aroused.
Ryan, a Saudi Arabian, looked into a microscope and said, "Now why would a lady like Helen go out with any of you guys. A woman like her needs to go places and you can't go places without fuel in your transportation. She should hook up with me, since my uncle owns an oil field and refinery in Saudi Arabia." Vicky nodded with a grin on her face, "He does have a point, Helen. You should consider that." Brad spoke, "I hate to break the news to you boys, but a while ago, I proposed to Helen, so she has to deal with me first before tending to the rest of you." Lorna said, "You're spoiled for choice here, Helen." "Indeed, I am," she smiled.
On waking up the next morning, June went to look for a creek to bathe. She found one that was deep all the way to the waist, but it was occupied by Sid and Lance. Naked and slightly embarrassed, they said, "All right, we'll make ourselves scarce. Just give us a minute and we'll be out so you can move in."
June would have none of that. "You boys stay right there." She stripped off in front of them, no blushing or whatever, and waded into the water. "Ooh, nice and cool," she sighed. Sid and Lance had eyes glued onto her MILF boobs. "You boys curious about these things?" she asked, cradling her tits and holding them outward like prized fruit. "Come closer and feast your eyes." They did and ogled her breasts. "All natural," she crowed.
She realized that Sid had come around to her left and Lance had closed in from her right. They soon had her sandwiched between them, their bodies pressed to her sides, and she could feel their very hard, very big, and very long cocks rubbing against her flesh.
With lustful concentration, they examined her breasts with eager hands. Lance took his examination lower and he soothingly caressed her tummy. She looked into his eyes and her breathing came fast. Smiling, Lance went down further below the water level and fondled her pussy. June tilted her head back as she felt his hand explored her pussy. Sid ran his hand through her black silky hair, gently rubbing her scalp. "Ohh," she said and sighed.
Lance rose up a bit to kiss June's flat stomach, both his hands now clasped to her ass and squeezing the brown buns. "You work out, Momma June?" Eyes half-closed, she said, "Yes, baby, now I'm glad I did."
Sid rubbed her shoulder in a circular motion, loosening her up, and rubbed another hand over her tits in the same motion. "Oh, you boys know how to treat a lady," said June. Sid leaned in and kissed her neck softly and said, "You get fucked in the last year, Momma June?" She purred, "No. Last time I did it was three years ago. I've only ever been with black men. Now I'm best friends with my vibrator." She gave Sid a sleepy eye, "You boys aren't thinking of fucking Momma June are you?" Sid grinned and nibbled on her ear saying, "We plan on giving you all the white cock meat you ever needed." She sighed, "That is all I wanted to hear."
The two men lifted the black MILF between them and she parted her legs, expecting what was going to happen next. "Wow, sonnies, I've never been sandwiched and double penetrated before," said June. Sid's cock was now in her ass from the back, while Lance's cock was fully inserted into her pussy from the front. They struggled for half a minute to find a good fucking rhythm between the three of them and it looked comical and impractical. June laughed. "Oh, my. Fucking like this is more complicated than we thought it would be."
Sid growled, "Dickhead, you and me hold her up and then we fuck her with our hips so we don't have to fuck as perfectly in sync. Lance grinned sheepishly, "Good idea." June chuckled, "Oh, I just love you boys already. Look at you, already arguing over how to best fuck Momma June. Why don't you two move in with me when we get back to civilization? I'll take care of you and you take care of me." Sid said, "If we can get through this satisfied, we'll consider it." Momma June purred, a determined, motherly-possessive smile on her face, "Oh, I'm sure we'll all be happy."
Holding her waist firm so she didn't slide down, but also not experience discomfort, Sid pumped upwards into her ass. Lance, holding up her parted legs on either side of him, pumped his pelvis forward and upward almost vertically, supplying her pussy with a steady onslaught of cock. June's lower body was rocked by their ministrations and she moaned in ecstasy. "Yeah, that feels so good. Fuck," she cried. She put an arm behind her, draping it over Sid's shoulder, and another she placed his around Lance's neck for extra support.
For two minutes they fucked standing up. Lance was flushed in the face and chuckling, "Damn, Sid, it's working. We're fucking her like clockwork." Sid said, "Of course it's working. I did all the math." June smiled and said, "Mmm, you boys fuck me really good now, you hear?" They hammered her hard, with their balls smacking against her flesh. "Mmmm, fuck, fuck, fuck, aahh, fuck, oooh, yeeeahh!" she cried as they quickened their pace and began grunting. They rocked her like she was on a speed boat in choppy waters. Between them, Sid and Lance came six times, and she came twice.
After an hour, June said, "You poor boys must be getting tired standing and working up a sweat like that. Put me down." Not wanting to disappoint, they continued fucking her, but she insisted, "Put me down." They did so and all three of them soon collapsed into the water. June said, "After the anaconda attack on our boat, you would think we'd be afraid of going anywhere near a body of water."
They trudged out of the water and onto the bank. The men fell on their backs and closed their eyes in exhaustion. June disappeared into the jungle for five minutes and came back with a stack of large, furry, non-itching leaves. She laid them down, constructing a crude soft mat, and instructed the men to sleep on it rather than the dirty earth. They gratefully rolled onto her leaf mat and looked up at her. She cocked her head, "Aren't you going to make room for Momma June to snuggle between the two of you?" Sid and Lance grinned sheepishly and adjusted themselves. June laid herself between them, kissing Lance deeply first, then Sid.
Their hands began caressing and kneading her body. She let her left hand grope Lance's cock while her right hand groped Sid's. "Ah, fuck," Sid breathed softly into June's ear and she giggled. He nibbled on her ear and began kissing her neck and shoulders, while his hand fondly caressed her flat tummy and pussy. Lance fondled June's breasts, his fingers fiddling with her nipples. "Quality tits right here," he breathed. "Glad you like 'em," purred June. She gave him a kiss on the forehead and began licking his face. Sid and Lance came at separate times from her steady handjobs.
June mounted Sid and bounced up and down on his cock. Lance then bent her over Sid and positioned himself so his cock penetrated her ass. "Ooh, double cock sandwich again," she said in a delighted voice. Wrapping his arms around her stomach, Lance began slamming his cock into her anus while Sid below thrust upwards into her pussy. She screamed in erotic ecstasy and contributed by gyrating slightly between their pummeling pelvises. "Oh, yeah, fuck," said Sid as he put his hands on Junes hips and plugged her full of cock. Lance groaned as he buried his meat in her anal tunnel. "Damn, your ass is so fine," he said. "I love both your cocks!" said June.
They pounded her between themselves for twenty minutes before experiencing final ejaculations inside her. They too had her juices on them. Lance turned June around so she was facing him and pushed her back so she was resting against Sid. Sid growled, "And what's this?" Lance grinned, "Sort of like what we just did, but this time she's facing upward and she gets two cocks in her pussy." Sid thought and said, "That might work. Can you handle two cocks in your pussy, Momma June?" She said, "Don't ask me. Just do it and see if it works."
Sid pushed his cock curved backwards into June's pussy, while Lance pushed his straight in, facing her. "Mmmnngg," she said. Lance began plowing forward and Sid following a second after, thrusting. June was exhilarated by the feel of two white cocks pumping her pussy. "Ohh, ohh, ohh, fuuuuuckk!" she cried as they pounded into her at a rhythm. She held onto Lance's sides as he drilled down into her. Looking down she saw her lovely pussy get squash-fucked by two mean white cocks. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" she yelled so the jungle could hear.
Sid and Lance fucked her like that for twenty five minutes, cumming profusely in her. "Oh, I love that cum," she said. They pulled out of her pussy and she lay on her back, while the men resumed their positions by her side. Her brown pussy was glazed with white cum. She looked at it and smiled in satisfaction. Dipping her finger into the cream pie, she tasted it and moaned. "Thank you, boys. That was great." Lance said, "You're welcome, Momma June. By the way, we just got started. There's more fucking to come." "Mhm," agreed Sid, possessively placing a hand on her stomach. "Oh, goody," she giggled, "but let's get some breakfast first."
Trent led the way as he, Ryan, Helen, Vicky, Lorna, Marcus, Henry, and Brad walked single file to an ancient tribal sacred place where human sacrifices use to be offered some hundred years ago. It was a clearing in the middle of thick jungle with a stone altar in the middle.They were half a mile from the research site, but it was hard to tell from where they were because the vegetation was so thick.
"Are those blood stains?" asked Helen. Ryan nodded, "Yep. Some poor soul got his heart cut out, right on this block." He indicated a sacrificial altar. "The blood that fell from the body was then directed into this receptacle on the side here which was used for further ritualistic things and they probably even drank some of it." "Ew!" said Vicky. "Ew indeed," nodded Marcus.
Henry removed his shirt and pants. "What are you doing, Henry?" asked Brad. Henry said, "I'm going to get one of you to take a picture of me naked on top of this altar." Once fully nude, he got on the altar and lay facing upward. "My camera's in my right back pocket in my pants. Sorry." Lorna searched and found it. Vicky said, "Take a picture quick. Seeing Henry naked like that is making me horny." The men chuckled. Brad said, "I got an idea. Why don't I take the picture and Lorna, Vicky, and Helen get all naked and pose alongside the altar with Henry. It will look like some dark mysterious occult ritual." Helen shook her head, "No, I don't think so." Vicky said, "I think it would look cool." Henry nodded manically, "Ya, ya, ya, it sounds reeeally good!"
"Ah, shit!" said Lorna as she began stripping. Marcus crowed, "Ooh, sexy Latina." She grinned, "Look all you want, that's all you'll be getting, no touching." He made a pained expression, "Aw, what a cock tease." "You like these boobies?" she said holding out her left breast. All the men nodded, their eyes stuck on her. She continued to undress until everything was off. She looked at Vicky and Helen. "With or without you, I'm going to give Henry a good photograph." Vicky began flinging off her clothing, "Wait for me." Helen muttered, "Fucking friends of mine." She too stripped off everything to reveal her bare essentials.
Trent pulled out three dangerous-looking hunting knives from his little backpack. He walked up to the three women and gave them each a knife saying, "This will make the photograph look authentic." Henry grinned from ear to ear, "I'm loving this!"
Lorna, Vicky, and Helen took up places around the altar with the knives in hand. Lorna raised hers and placed it an inch away from Henry's face. Vicky placed her's an inch away from his chest, while Helen held hers hovering over his crotch. Brad laughed, "This is awesome!" Trent said, "Make sure you include in the caption that those knives were donated by me in goodwill." Brad said, "All right. You ladies ready? Henry, you ready?" He began snapping off pictures. The men commented on their poses and petitioned for different poses for different shots. Helen was beginning to feel slutty, but in a really weird way. She enjoyed hearing their complements, comments, reactions, and requests for more dark, erotic poses.
Brad took a total of fifty-seven shots. Henry got up and rolled off the altar. Taking his camera, he viewed all the photos and whooped. "These shots are priceless. They probably won't allow these on Facebook, but there are other sites on which I could post these." Helen wanted to object, but since Lorna and Vicky didn't, she decided not to spoil Henry's fun.
Ryan took off his clothes. They asked him what he was up to. He said, "It's time for the men to sacrifice the women. Fair's fair, right?" Trent said, "I don't think they're up for it." Vicky said, "I'm okay with it." She looked to Lorna and Helen. They shrugged to indicate they wouldn't mind. "These ladies are what I call troopers," said Marcus.
Now everybody was naked. Some looked a tad shy, but others just went with the flow, and soon, they all started acting like being in the nude and taking photos around sacrificial altars surrounded by rainforest was the normal thing to do.
Each of the women got to lay on the altar, looking up in terror as the men seemed to plunge knives down into their breasts. First Vicky, then Lorna and Helen. Marcus wondered, "What if one of the locals came and saw us naked like this? How would we explain ourselves?" Trent said, "Tell them we're nudists out on an excursion." Brad said, "Better yet, tell them we're amateur porn film makers." The women giggled.
Ryan said, "Let's have all three women tied up and sacrificed." "Yeah," seconded Henry. Helen said, "Whatever. Where's the rope?" Trent said, "No rope. I guess we'll just have to use jungle vines." They cut some vines and tied the women, setting them all on the altar. "Okay. Terrified looks, girls. Make this picture look real," said Marcus. The women didn't have to pretend much. It really was getting creepy spending all this time at this dark pagan site. They took more than twenty pictures of all three women on the altar, each picture having a different arrangement of the males and females, different poses.
When they were done, the women were untied and helped off the altar. Henry looked around with a pleased smiled saying, "This scenery is priceless. Pagan altar in the middle of a thick green jungle. None of us will ever be able to repeat this moment." Trent looked at him, "You saying something?" Brad pulled four mini video camcorders and four tripods out of his knapsack. He said, "I think what he's saying is, let's take the opportunity to make an adult film. An amateur porn video, IF you're all brave enough."
Marcus said stoutly, "I fear nothing." Vicky giggled and Lorna could see that he had a major erection. Pushing thoughts of Rodney and marriage completely out of her mind, Helen gestured to Brad, "Let me help you set up those things." Lorna made a fake coughing sound, "Some of us are getting married, I thought." As Helen walked past him with a camcorder and tripod, Trent groped her ass and said, "We're in the jungle now. All sorts of things happen in the jungle, including the dissolution of morality." Helen gave him a filthy lustful look as she continued on to the spot where she would set up the tripod and mini camera.
All four mini camcorders were set up on tripods and aimed perfectly in well-placed positions around the sacred site. Brad took out one more mini camcorder and fastened its Velcro strap around his right hand. Ryan said, "Dude, how many of those things did you bring with you?" Brad said, "Only five." Henry chuckled, "Shit man, you could digitally record everything from that little knapsack of yours. How's the battery life?" Brad gave him a look that said, you think I'm an idiot? He said, "All the batteries are fully charged and they can last up to forty-eight hours straight, with two or three more unknown hours left. Next generation power cells, bro." Henry mouthed, "Wow!"
The women leaned against the altar and talked in low tones to each other, occasionally directing a statement or question to the men. There was some tension in the air, but it was good, positive, and full of lustful expectancy. Marcus approached Vicky and placed a hand on her pussy. She grinned, "Are the video cams rolling?" He shook his head, "No. I'm just rehearsing my scene." Lorna laughed. Vicky widened her stance and he groped her more completely, then she quickly narrowed her stance until his hand was stuck between her legs. "Wha-?" He looked surprised. "Whoops! You got caught pussy-handed!" she declared. Helen and Lorna laughed hysterically.
Brad turned on all the four cameras and made sure they were all aimed correctly and he memorized their scope. He pushed the record button for each of them. Then he stepped into the scene and pushed the record button on the minicam he held. "Okay, people. Action!" "What?" said Marcus, hand still stuck between Vicky's legs. Vicky said, "Didn't you hear? He said 'Action'." She grabbed his head and slammed his face into her juicy, Asian pussy. "Chug, chug, chug," she said, and giggled. The cameras were rolling.
"Ah, shit, yeah," said Trent, "I think we're short on women here. Should've brought a couple of the local girls." He was ramming his long, thick, black sausage into Helen's marvelous Irish-German pussy. He stood behind her and she was bent against the stone altar, putting out so he could drill in. He took hold of her long, light brown hair and gently, but firmly, pulled back, giving her pussy a good pounding.
She cried, "Ahh," as her head went backward. Trent continued meat-ramming her and said, "I'm sorry. Did I break your neck or your pussy?" She grinned and held onto the stone altar, "Wasn't expecting that." He chuckled, "Well, start expecting things. Apologize to your boyfriend for me." She asked, "What for?" He said, "For getting to fuck you before he does?" She grunted, "Oh, I don't think he's ever going to fuck me." Trent asked, "Why's that? Wait. Don't answer. None of my business." Helen smiled and bit her lower lip, "Thanks, I appreciate that." He said, "No problem," and spanked her ass on both cheeks. She hissed and he pummeled her hard and fast. She said loudly, "That's it, Trent, fuck me like that!"
Vicky, bent over and leaning against the stone altar, giggled lightheartedly with Marcus as he plowed her Chinese pussy with his hard Russian cock. "Gosh, you got a great ass, you know that?" She said, "Yep, sure do. You want to fuck my ass, after you do my pussy?" He said, "That would be a dream come true." She smiled, "Let's make your dream become a reality, and I want to get your cock in my ass." He pumped her for eleven minutes, then pulled out and pushed into her anus. "Ahhh, there we go," he said. He eased out halfway and pushed all the way in, then did that repeatedly. "Mmm," she moaned. He got faster and she squeezed his cock, increasing both their pleasures. "Vicky, you're amazing!" he said. "I know," she giggled. He rammed his hard rod into her ass for another thirty minutes.
Brad stroked his dick as he trained his camera on Henry and Lorna. She looked around the altar and noticed that they were all fucking in the same position. "Damn," she said, "We're all a bunch of street fuckers. Just back us up against the wall and that's it." She giggled. Henry went down on her ass that she put out in the same fashion as her two friends. He ate and licked it and she made sounds of pleasure. She told him, "You sure know how to kiss a girl's butt." He grinned, "Yeah, when girls tell me to kiss their asses, they mean it literally."
Henry straightened up and took hold of Lorna's hips, and guided his cock into her pussy. They both moaned in unison at the penetration. Lorna said, "Shit, that cock's magnificent in my cunt!" Henry said, "I wish you could talk like this back in the lab. I don't know about everybody else, but I know my productivity would definitely increase." Lorna smiled, "Just enjoy the moment, Henry. Fuck me." He did and soon they were moaning and slamming into each other like crazy. After five minutes, Henry pulled his cock out, tapping it on her ass for a few seconds before re-entering her pussy, and resuming the manic fucking.
Sid, Lance, and June looked down from the top of a mountain and saw the research camp site no more than six miles away. They smiled at each other. Now all they had to do was walk six miles in the right direction and they would be saved, hopefully.
Carefully, they came down the mountain, watching every slow step so they didn't trip and fall. When they got to the foot of the mountain they looked back and couldn't believe that they had climbed such a treacherous land feature. June hugged them both in gratitude for their teamwork. Somehow that triggered something for all three of them and they soon began undressing.
June got on all fours and Lance drilled her from behind. She cried in pleasure and he slapped her ass, her left cheek and then right cheek. "Ooh, yeah!" he said, clasping her MILF bubble butt and hammering her pussy from the backdoor. She moaned and he grabbed her hair, holding it with two hands and pumping forward. "Here we go, like riding a horse," he said, thoroughly filling her cunt. She dug her fingers into the ground as he went hard into her. Clenching her teeth, she said, "Keep going, don't stop, harder please!" He tugged harder on her hair and pounded rapidly and mercilessly into her brown pussy. After twenty-two minutes he said, "Ohh, fuck, Momma, it's coming, fuck!" He exploded in her and filled her up with cum.
Sid parted June's buns as she went on all fours again and he positioned himself behind her. As he slipped his big white cock into her and started pushing in and out, June said, "Now that we're a few hours walk away from our freedom, part of me wants us to remain here forever so we can keep fucking in the jungle like this. What if when we get back to civilization, we don't like each other anymore? You boys go back to being neo-Nazis or gangbangers and I go back to living in my lonely house all by myself."
She began sobbing, but urged Sid to keep fucking her. Lance knelt down before her, and lifting her chin, he kissed her deeply and she responded, their tongues sliding, pushing and pulling against each other. Her sobbing abated as Lance filled her with love and tender comfort. Sid increased the tempo on his anal probing of June with his cock. Lance kissed away June's tears and licked her beautiful face. She smiled at his affectionate ministrations, flicking her tongue out to lick his tongue as it licked over her mouth before going on to other parts of her face.
He said, "You're so damn gorgeous and lovable. Why would we want to leave you? When we get back to civilization and you go back home, you'll be packing up all your things because we'll be coming with as many U-haul trucks as you need, and we'll be taking you to live with us someplace nice. Not my and Sid's place, but some place decent for all three of us."
She smiled, shuddering slightly as her rump got pummeled by Sid's anal thrusts, "That sounds like a dream, Lance." Lance kissed her and said, "A dream that will come true. I promise." Sid, still pumping her ass said, "So do I." She adjusted herself to a stronger stance and said, "Now give me a cock to keep my mouth busy." Lance grinned and put his thick white meat with its large pink phallus into her receptive mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned and moved her head back and forth, sliding her mouth over his full length, sucking him powerfully and thoroughly. Lance's eyes rolled to the back of his head, "Gosh, you know how to suck cock." She couldn't speak with her mouth full, but she thought, anytime you want, baby.
On all fours, Helen sucked on Ryan's Saudi Arabian cock while Brad pumped her pussy full of his French cock. They were fucking on one side of the altar. On top of the altar, Vicky was bouncing in reverse on Trent's Congolese cock as he lay on the altar and she supported herself by pushing up with her hands on his well-muscled abdomen. On the front side of the altar, Marcus was thrusting up into Lorna's Argentinian pussy with his Russian cock. With one arm, he supported her left leg up in the air while she stood on her right one. He had a hand on her waist, and rammed his meat upwards into her pussy. The cameras were still rolling.
Lorna then wrapped her legs around Marcus' waist and bounced up and down on his cock while he held her in his arms, standing up. Henry had taken over the minicam from Brad and was moving around the group, catching close-up action. He was now focusing on the area between Lorna's pussy and Marcus' cock. "Very good acrobatics here, people," he commended, "though, I've seen better in many adult movies, but we're amateurs doing this on a non-existent budget, so I give us full points for doing our best."
When Brad had cum three times in Helen, Ryan took her on top of the altar and said, "Marcus, let Trent take over with Lorna. I want a four-person doggy banging on this altar right now. You can call the next configuration." Marcus looked like he was going to argue, but then thought better and nodded, "Good enough." He pulled out of Lorna and she smiled, kissing him deeply before heaving herself onto the altar to join Trent, Ryan, and Helen.
Vicky descended from the altar and took the camera from Henry, handing it over to Marcus. "You start shooting. I'm going to get a sample of Maori cock from Henry." Marcus shrugged and took over the close-up recording duty.
Henry took Vicky and had her put her hands on the stone and spread her legs apart, ass and pussy jutting out. He slid his cock into her pussy and she gasped at its wonderful largeness and mystique. "Mmmm, so much cock so little time," she sighed. Henry grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her, giving her all the Maori cock she desired.
On the altar's surface, Lorna and Helen were on hands and knees, facing each other. "Hi," said Lorna. "Hi," replied Helen, grinning widely. "We're about to get doggie-fucked on a pagan altar. What do you think about that?" asked Lorna. Helen said, "That is way cool." They giggled and stopped when they felt big hard cocks penetrate their pussies from behind.
Trent hammered his way into Lorna's pussy with a relentless enthusiasm. "Damn, you've got a fine Latina pussy, girl," he said. She rolled her eyes, "Pussy classification and/or ranking by ethnicity is over-rated, in my opinion. Pussy is just pussy. You either like the woman or you don't." He laughed and brought his hands forward to clasp and fondle her boobs. He drilled her hard and pinched her nipples. She cried out in ecstasy and he grinned in satisfaction, pumping her hard with his black cock.
Ryan addressed Trent as he drove his cock into Helen's pussy, "Man, this bitch's pussy is so right in every way." She said proudly, "Irish-German." Ryan said, "Fuck, that sounds so hot," and he increased his pace, drilling her thoroughly, all the way to his hilt (balls). The women made sounds of pleasure and pain while the men thrust into their pussies savagely, primal instincts already taken over. The four cameras and the one carried by Marcus caught all the action.
Meanwhile, Henry was locked in a passionate kiss with Vicky. Her arms around his neck and his hands on her ass. He pressed her against the altar and raised her up in his arms. Lowering her, she slid neatly down onto his cock. She started to bounce up and down, her pussy traveling the length of his shaft and hitting his balls. She moaned, eyes locked onto his, kissing him and then separating to concentrate on fucking his cock as he held her upright.
They switched partners again and this time, Marcus gave the minicam to Trent, whose cock had been driven through all three women. He took a different kind of pleasure in recording the erotic ecstasy of others. Marcus said he wanted to fuck Helen on the altar. "All righty," said Helen brightly. A ghost of a thought came to her as Marcus climbed onto the altar. The thought said, Rodney. Helen responded to the thought with, Who's Rodney? The thought scampered back to the darkness from which it came. She smiled at the mental picture and got on her knees when Marcus stood before her.
Helen sucked his cock, pushing her head forward until his phallus hit the back of her throat. She gagged and tears came to her eyes, but she continued to keep knocking his phallus against her throat, sucking on his shaft in her mouth. Marcus groaned loudly, "Unbelievable!" Helen smiled, satisfied at the pleasure she was giving him. She sucked him in every angle and finished off with a phallic worship of his cock, while her hand pumped his shaft. His entire body tensed and he held her head in place while he shot his load deep down her throat. She gurgled and choked a bit, but got it all down without any of it leaking out of her mouth.
Telling her to get on all fours, she knew it was going to be doggy again. She smiled and he got behind her, slipping into her cunt and pounding away as hard and fast as he could. He groaned and she made pleasure sounds as he fucked her for half an hour before climaxing in her, emptying his balls into her pussy.
After several more partner switches, the scientists, Vicky and Helen washed in a nearby stream and put on their clothes, while Brad packed his recording equipment. Everyone demanded a free DVD of their little amateur movie and he promised they would get two copies in their mail soon after he edited and compiled all the shots. Henry told them he would post the photos taken with his camera as soon as possible and give them the url for the site. Before leaving the sacred site, they used jungle moss to wipe off the cum on and around the sacrificial altar. They didn't want to upset any pagan gods, in case any of the deities actually existed.
When they got back to the research camp, they were told of three strangers who had been lost and had somehow stumbled upon the camp site. Helen, Vicky, and Lorna went to meet the strangers and were surprised to find two neo-Nazi skinheads and a mature black woman sitting comfortably between them. Their clothes were dirty and worn from several days of hard walking through the jungle, but they looked healthy and well-fed.
Vicky asked, "What happened to you folks?" The three new people looked at each other and back at her to say, "Anacondas."
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