Rita And Dramungo Of The Jungle

When Dr. Rita Clarence arrived in the mountainous interior of Kalliman, the island nation she was studying, she was introduced to the man who would be her guide during her stay, a stay which was slated to last many months. Dramungo was his name. He was tall, broad-chested, and extraordinarily hairy. He wore only a thong loincloth which did very little to conceal his enormous, flaccid manhood. He also habitually stood in such a way that he seemed to be continually presenting his admirable, oversized, offensively large genitalia for her approval.

It was during their first expedition through the interior of the island that Rita's obsession with Dramungo began. It was during their very first night that she began fantasizing about him.

Eventually, she was able to explain to Dramungo that there was no need for him to wear the loincloth. She wasn't offended by his nudity. In fact, she was more than comfortable with it.

Once this was cleared up, she had the benefit of enjoying the sight of his incredible body all day, every day. He hunted for her; he broke trail for her; he found and collected water for her; he was her one-man survival plan, and she was immensely grateful.

One morning she went out from their camp for an early walk, and she found Dramungo in a clearing. He was sitting on a log, spread-eagled, and he was stroking his massive, incredibly veined penis. Rita had learned that in Dramungo's culture, men were discouraged from spilling their semen outside of a woman, believing that doing so would rob the man of his martial potency as well as his sexual potency. Therefore, the men of Dramungo's tribe would stroke themselves without ejaculating, waiting for their return to their women to spill their seed.

It troubled Rita to see Dramungo trying to pleasure himself but without hope of release. Obeying the dictate of her spirit, she approached him, walking into the clearing.

He calmly watched her approach.

"Dramungo, I want to thank you for..." She faltered. "I want to thank you for being a gentleman. Here you are, trying to relieve yourself to some degree... I want to help you. Is that alright?"

When her hand wrapped around his erect penis, she confirmed that it was ten inches long, gloriously hard, and remarkably... 'Fat' was the word she wanted to use. The look of desire and need on his face when she touched him made her feel weak at the knees, and the way his torso twitched with her every touch made her face fill with blood.

She'd learned that in situations where a man was away from his wife, the tribesmen would pleasure themselves with gentle stroking, but they would stop short of ejaculating. Receiving stimulation from a woman who wasn't their wife or even a man was not frowned upon, as long as the semen was not lost.

"I shouldn't spill your seed, is that right?" she asked as she slid her hands back and forth on his engorged horsecock.

"It is better that you don't," he confirmed, though his eyes pleaded with her for every form of contact she could muster.

"But I can still do this?" Rita said, sliding to her knees. She slid her tongue once along the veiny flank of his immense penis, and the moan that escaped his lips was quite answer enough.

During the six weeks that followed, Dramungo adopted Rita as a 'temporary wife', a concept for which there was some provision in Dray culture. As his temporary wife, he could spill his seed inside of her without loss of potency, and so spill his seed he did. He fucked her like she'd never been fucked before, and she guzzled his cum like she'd never guzzled cum before. She'd never been so happy in her life as she was when Dramungo's steely penis was renovating her insides. It felt like her hip bones were sliding apart with each thrust of his eager member.

Among the Dray, the extent of a man's wild abandon during sex was directly tied to his perceived potency, and Dramungo was wild when they fucked. He moaned and bucked like an animal without any regard for who might be in earshot. In fact, he was louder, if anything, when they fucked with people nearby. It was a part of their culture.

She liked to hold his penis when he urinated. She also enjoyed teasing his erect penis on certain occasions, tickling his vein-wrapped meaty shaft with her tongue. As much as she enjoyed their fucks, having the power to cruelly tease him was something she greatly enjoyed. Pretty soon, she knew the flesh of his penis better than she knew her own body. She was continually molesting him, and it was clear that he was passionate about being molested by her.

There were generally three to four other people in the camp, and the point came where there was no longer any point in trying to be even vaguely secretive about the nature of her relationship with the horse-hung jungle guide. She played with him openly, jerking him off as they ate their breakfast in camp. It was understood that norms were different in the Kalliman interior. Everyone had to adjust their comfort zones.

It wasn't too long before Rita decided to experiment with nudity in the course of her daily work. She increasingly felt that her western clothing was a barrier between herself and her environment, and she wanted to integrate fully with the subjects of her study. And so she walked bare-breasted, bare-assed, through the jungle, only her hat, backpack and hiking boots covering her skin. Which made fucking that much easier. They could fuck at any point during their hike, and he could eat her dripping wet pussy whenever he felt like it. And he did.

It got to the point where pleasuring him in front of the others was something that she really enjoyed. And running into anyone who wasn't familiar with their team was a real thrill. The shock of seeing a naked white woman. The surprise of realizing that she regularly played with her guide's enormous penis. She'd never felt so liberated, or so powerful.

Negotiating the reality of their relationship with Dramungo's wife was difficult at first. She was jealous. She screamed at Dramungo. The other tribespeople laughed. This was the village's entertainment.

But finally things normalized.

It wasn't until Rita's seventh journey into the interior that she realized the extent to which she could take her obsession with big Dray cocks. This seventh journey required five guides to help carry all the equipment, and so she was surrounded day in and day out by five strapping, naked Dray men, Dramungo first among them. She decided it was unfair of her to pleasure Dramungo alone with all the others looking on with lust in their eyes, so she worked out a deal with the five of them. In exchange for her complete silence as far as their wives were concerned, they would fuck her silly every day of the expedition, and that's exactly what they did.