Somewhere back in the distant ages since his hands had reached for her body, Julie had drifted into a strange unknown world of sudden, deep, soft pleasure of the flesh. She had lain beneath his hands at first in fear, then in grim realization that she had a debt for protection to pay him. Now, all conscious thought of why she was here or beneath whom her slowly flaming body was writhing was lost to her memory. It no longer mattered as she felt the tiny licking flames running all around her between the softness of her inner thighs, out the tips of her now throbbing and pebble-hard nipples, and down again to the burning core of her hungering cunt where it roared in white hot heat like the interior of that stone stove in the other hut.
"Oh, God," her voice whispered softly without even knowing it had been said. "Oooohhhhhh, God!"
Balloo pressed his thick rubbery lips down over hers and immediately felt the hard rigid pressure of her tongue spearing up wetly into his mouth in her unconscious quest for a warmer, wetter contact with the evil spirit-like thing so deliciously torturing her body. His hands continued rummaging over her, and he ran them between her thighs, which did not jerk away this time but which opened voluntarily to admit him to the very core of her cunt hole. He could feel the warm center of her loins flexing almost imperceptibly in passionate answer to his naked touch.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh, ooooooohhhhhhhh," she was sighing continuously up into his lips, her tongue pushed up into his and circling deep around inside as though searching desperately for another entrance to his mouth.
Julie's passion spurred his own. Disbelief buzzing through his brain that this could be happening. Last night in the car he had brutally ripped this voluptuous girl's virginity from between her legs in a brutal rape, and yet today she was writhing and twisting beneath him as though she were his slave. He could not stand it another minute, and he moved over, slithering on top of her warm soft, white body like a protective blanket. He could feel it quivering helplessly out of control under him and reached unresisting thighs up the sides of hips until the whole of her wet, throbbing cuntal slit was presented up to him in welcome sacrifice. He held them there for a long tortured moment and started to reach down and implant himself inside her, but at the last second he stopped. Today he wanted her total surrender, and it would be worth the risk of breaking the spell she was under now. It would make it all a thousand times more meaningful if she were to take him to her. He held his breath and spoke the English words in a whisper.
"Put in the prick."
Then in a long gasp of relief, he let his breath out slowly as he felt her hand burrowing down without hesitation between them and her warm fingers close tightly around his rigid flesh. She stilled for a moment and he held his breath again in fear she would suddenly regain her senses and twist away from him. It was a long, long second later that he breathed out again in relief as he felt her thumb and forefinger tighten around the head of his pulsating hard prick and slowly but firmly she guided it to the lips of her cunt. The sensitive tip he then teased into the wet, fleshy folds of her devouringly hungry cunt. He could feel the soft brown pubic hair grazing gently against it as it hung poised for entry between the tight, throbbing lips. The hot, smooth warmth was excruciating, and it was all he could do to hold himself back from lunging forward to sink the whole of the heavy pulsating weight hanging down between his legs with one mighty flesh splitting thrust into the helplessly impassioned white girl's quivering and waiting belly. But he waited.
He waited because she needed it, and that's what he had wanted from her even though it tortured him beyond his wildest imagination and because he knew he had conquered her soul, not that he would keep it of course, and she was completely at the mercy of his desires at this moment. The chance might never come again, and he tortured himself, holding back the final plunge that would fuse them together in one great wet, pulsating mass of black and white flesh, to wring from her that one final admission of surrender that would bond them together as long as she lived.
However, she had to know it. She had to be conscious of it, or it would mean nothing at all. She had to remember that she had done it and done it because she had desired it more than pride itself. She would be leaving their world tomorrow very probably, as soon as her father promised to leave the jungle with his God of the feathered spirits. He could feel it and he was glad for it but he wanted to leave something inside of her, something that would live forever in her belly and in her mend no matter where her father took her or how many times afterwards she was fucked. His hard black cock must be there always with the others. In spite of Enhar's fumbling, Balloo knew that he himself had really been her first lover, and he wanted her to remember him within every pore in her body how he had given it to her.
Julie lay groaning in tiny unintelligible gasps that seeped from between her tightly gnashed teeth like quick puffs of steam from a boiling pot of tea. Her body ached, and she was vaguely aware of a great black form hovering over her. Her legs and loins were wide apart and wet from a strange and delicious soft pressure that she herself remembered vaguely placing there an eternity ago, and she hungered, hungered deep inside her contracting womb as though it were a ravenous wild beast in the jungle hunting for food.
The savage Balloo levered up on his hands into a push-up position above the slowly, undulating body of the white girl. Her face was contorted in indescribable rapture and her lips were pursed in a wet rounded oval-shape with tiny wisping groans of half-conscious pleasure escaping from around the soft pinkness of her tongue circling moistly around the outside of her mouth. He looked down between the contrasting color of their bodies and could see his giant throbbing hard prick pressed blackly into the liquid-saturated folds of her pink and open cunt. The silken softness of her pubic hair surrounded the stump-like pole of flesh in a lust-inciting mixture of pale brown against glistening black that caused his lewdly bloated cock to throb involuntarily against her.
"Aaaaaaahhllhhhh," she groaned unconsciously as she felt the wet, moist contact grow closer.
Balloo strained for all he was worth against the all consuming desire to ram forward at that very moment and impale her instantaneously like a ravished white feathered spirit on a stake. There was too much of her that he had not tasted, and he wanted it all. He would never get the chance again. He looked down at her large firm titties swaying out gently toward her ribs and quivering slightly with each soulful gasp that came from her mewling throat. They excited him, and he had to have them in some way. He slithered forward up her chest and straddled her with one leg on either side of her ribs and gently place his throbbing black cock in the narrow cleft between them so that her warm white flesh enclosed it on both sides.
Momentarily, her eyes opened but flickered shut again quickly as though she, too, were afraid of the strange spell that hung over the room. Her mouth still hung open crooning softly into the dim light which was all that could come through the small door.
Balloo's great hands shook, and he reached down and crushed the soft resilient mounds between his strong, sinewy fingers, making tiny ridges of white that stood up between their blackness like the whiteness of the new moon in the night sky. He kneaded and stretched at them watching them ooze through his hands like firm, flaccid foam rubber, soft, yet springing back into voluptuous shape the moment his pressure lifted. He pushed them together so that they met across her body and formed a velvety, yielding tunnel in which his cock was sensuously entrapped. He pressed them hard so that the nipples met at the top and then began a gentle rocking motion, thrusting his whole rigidity through the warm, flaccid channel formed by the firm, white rounded, tits. As he pushed, the blue-black head of his blood-swollen cock appeared at the far end of the warm, soft tunnel and brushed gently against her chin, leaving a tiny spot of moisture each time it touched from the seminal fluid seeping from it in his excitement.