For the first time since establishing a relationship with the man called Randy, the preacher's wife was beginning to fear him. He had taken her miles away from her resort and somewhere deep into the forest. Thoughts of never leaving here began flashing through her mind as the shadows of nightfall cascaded around the island especially deep here in the forest.
"Where are we going Randy?"
"Some place very special to me, come this way?"
Her sense of reasoning seemed to leave her as her fear began to intensify. Off in the distance she could see a small fire burning and the closer they got, the sound of voices singing or chanting could be heard. At one point the poor woman wondered if he belong to a tribe of hungry cannibals, who sexually seduce their prey first before taking them into the jungle to be eaten alive. With each and every step the chanting grew louder causing the hairs on the back of her arms and neck to stand on end.
"Wait Randy please, I ...I can't go, please take me back to my suite?"
"We're almost here, please don't worry my lady." He calmly reassured which was no reassurance at all for the panic stricken woman.
"This is a very special sacred place, only the eyes of the most special tourist are allowed to view what you are about to see."
Emma felt relieved at least he was referring to her as a person and not as something on a menu.
Stepping into the clearing Emma stared with-wide eyed curiosity. Before her a large circle of flaming torches, within the circle another circle of men playing drums and chanting something she could not understand. As they approached the circle two young woman no more than 18 or 19 years old ran up to them presenting a small bowl containing a red liquid. Randy took the bowl, drank most the contents down, and then motioned for Emma to do the same.
"What is this?"
"It is a scared wine, it will relax your mind and body. Please drink it but not completely."
Still a bit skeptical she trusted him enough to try at least a little. It was deliciously pleasing to her parched taste buds. She then handed his bowl back to him. Emma struggled within herself to understand what was happening, but went along for now.
"Wait here for me, I will return shortly for you." The powerfully built man stated walking closer to the circle. Suddenly the music and the chanting stopped and the circle opened allowing the massive man to enter and then just as quickly close and encircle him. Once again the music started playing as did the chanting, this time the rhythm was more intense and the chanting was significantly louder. She felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned to see one of the young girls handing her another bowl of what she believed was berry juice spiked with some kind of alcohol. Taking a sip, the beverage was smooth and thirst quenching. She drank most of it down before turning her attention to the circle. She stepped closer to see where Randy had gone but the smoke made it hard for her eyes to focus. The longer she stared the more she began to doubt what her eyes were revealing to her. When the vision became clear, she threw up her hands covering her mouth in shock.
There was Randy standing in the center of the circle stark naked with that enormous dick of his stiff and hard, with two young women holding on to it. She shook her head to clear her vision but what she saw afterward was even more astonishing. Two other women ran their hands about his massive torso, while two other caressed, kissed and licked his legs feet and toes. The women swooned over him each adoring his body, worshipping his very manhood. Then just as suddenly the women pulled away and began dancing and twisting, contorting their bodies exotically to the sound of the drums which grew louder and louder every second.
Emma noticed another group several yards away within another circle but could not make out what was going on. When she looked up again Randy was now dancing along with the women seemingly lost in the intense rhythm. It was at that moment she realized that the women in the circle accompanying him were the same women who danced with him that night in the club. Their sweaty oiled covered bodies danced in and out of the shadows with astounding sexuality and athleticism. Randy aimed his long thick and proceeded to shove it down one women's throat until it was gone from sight. The other woman dosed his body in oil and brought him more bowls of the berry juice. One by one he imbedded his hard tool in each of them and the former southern bell found herself wishing to be there with him. Randy had been right, the juice had indeed relaxed her and without guilt or shame she deliberately slid her hand into her pants and gently fondled her moist pussy. Soon she became one within the sound of the rhythm and danced in time to the beat.
Once again the music stopped but it took Emma several seconds to realize it had. When she opened her eyes, she saw the circle opened and Randy standing by her side with his hand reaching out for her.
"Not a word was said as she took his hand and followed him obediently. The eyes of the crowd were transfixed on her as she passed them by and once she reached the center, the circle closed, and then music started again.
Randy broke into a sensuously exotic dance that caused her to drop the bowl. He fell to his knees and mamboed over, yanking her pants down. Before she could react his large hands gripped her hips, forcing her legs open and sliding his head into her blonde colored bush. He lifted her off her feet, while continuing to dance, sucking her quivering vagina.
