The Tribe's Breeder

This story was requested by Et2bruttus

Edited by Mrs. SugarRushWerewolf

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Have you ever been to the Amazon Rain Forest? Did you know that the rain forest has existed for at least 55 million years? Or how about that it is believed that there may still be as many as 50 Amazon native tribes living in the rain forest that have never been in contact with the rest of the world? There are explorers that search to discover some of these unknown tribes to make contact with them and learn their culture while bringing the outside world to their tribes in hopes to better their living situations. One couple, for example, studied a tribe in attempts to help with medicines all the while documenting how they lived and survived in the harshness of the rain forest.

The couple was Claire and Jake, and they were off exploring the Amazon in search of undiscovered tribes to research and study. They sat in their tent talking with one of the locals from a tribe they were taking shelter in and together they learned of an undiscovered "lost tribe".

"So... you said you heard rumors of a tribe that lived deep within the forest?" Claire asked the local who was paying more attention to her tied white t-shirt that exposed her smooth, thin belly more than anything else.

Claire and Jake had a translator whom spoke to the local in his native tongue. The translator paused for a second, listening to the local before responding to Claire, "He says that there is indeed a tribe deep within the forest, but none of the locals go near it because they end up disappearing."

Jake shook his head and rubbed his temples before running a hand through his brown hair. "How do they know it's a tribe and not a wild animal or panther picking them off for getting too close to his territory?"

Their translator responded after listening to the local, "He said that a boy was with his father hunting when his father told him to hide behind a fallen log while he watch him kill a monkey for food. Except, the problem was that it wasn't a monkey, it was a someone from the hidden tribe and by the time his father saw the figure in the trees, it was too late. The boy's father had a spear sent straight through his chest before being dragged away. After a few hours, the boy finally slipped away and made a run back to the village to tell his father's story."

Claire stood up in excitement. "So it's true?! There really IS a hidden tribe deep within the forest that no one has made contact with!? Jake, do you hear that? We'll be the first to make contact!"

Jake sighed and leaned back against the arched wall of the tent, "Yes, it would seem so. Please, excuse my wife. She gets excited with new discoveries. We've been in and out of this forest for a year now and haven't had any luck until now."

After hearing the translation, the local tribesman smiled and shook Jake's hand after being nearly startled by the wife's sudden outburst.

"Frankie," said Jake to the translator, "Please thank this local man for my wife and I and feel free to enjoy the rest of your day. Claire and I have planning to do and now need to speak with the boy to find what path he was on," Jake replied after letting go of the locals sweaty hand.

Claire stretched with her arms straight up before tilting side to side to pop her hips. They had been interviewing the locals of the village for what felt like hours trying to learn more about their surroundings.

"Yes, sir. I'll probably head to the river nearby and take a swim to cool off. If I see the boy, I'll lead him to your tent and assist in translating for you," Frankie said as he escorted the local man out of the tent.

Claire and Jake both obtained their degrees studying in college together, they had known each other since high school. When they first got to talking, they learned they had the same passion which was adventure and discovery. So began their love life which soon lead to graduating college together, marriage, and taking the first plane out of America and straight into the heart of the Amazon. They fell in love with the culture but could only understand certain words from the natives such as food, peace, and river. The rest they left up to their translator whom they hired to escort them through the forest as well as speak to the natives so there wasn't any misunderstanding.

Many natives were skeptical about "white skinned strangers with funny accents" the deeper and deeper you went into the Amazon. Sure, on the outer edges the locals loved Americans and any other foreign tourists because they brought in money, but none of the explorers or natives alike bothered going too deep within the Amazon due to the known dangers that lurked within. From beasts to uncontacted tribes, death was almost guaranteed. Without a good guide and an understanding of the forest, the visitors stuck to the outer edges of the forest. As such, new faces were very uncommon the deeper you went into the forest and sometimes, strangers were even frowned upon and shunned.

One thing that was certain, was that Claire turned heads every time she walked into a village and greeted the locals. Jake loved the attention his wife got and he could easily tell which villages hadn't had outside visitors in a long time based off of how many tribal men took long stares at his wife. Her porcelain skin was almost like the light of a beacon. It actually seemed to even help further their exploration as many of the men were eager to talk to Claire (almost completely ignoring Jake at times. Claire was also very...persuasive. All she had to do was loosen her hair or unbutton a few buttons on her shirt to get the men talking about rumors they'd heard and wouldn't dare share with anyone else or the things they'd seen. All the while, they would attempt to hide their obviously rising loins under their loincloths, (if they even wore one) while speaking to Claire through the guide. Some would say outlandish things that the guide would leave out of translations in order to keep peace and respect for his bosses.

The translator himself also found Jake's wife to be a rare breed of beauty. He kept it to himself out of professionalism, but he often times had to catch himself whenever his eyes would wander and gaze a little too long at Claire.

Frankie walked with the local out of the couple's tent and headed off to the river for a wash. He sat down on the river bank and untied the leather holding his loincloth in place before stepping into the river. His dark skin reflected on the clear water as he slowly sank lower and lower until he was neck deep. His soft, brown cock was pushed around by the river currents while he rubbed himself all over to clean off the sweat and dirt of the forest.

Something caught his eye and he quickly sank lower into the river leaving just his eyes above water.

"Gator? Snake? What is that...?" he asked himself as he focused his vision to the wood line.

That's when he saw her. Claire, walking out of the wood line and trailing along the riverside. The guide kept his distance, but slowly swam along to where she was headed. Before long, Claire stopped at a secluded spot by the river and let down her hair. She then moved her thin fingers to the buttons on her shirt and slowly unbuttoned. The guide's eyes grew big, as did his cock, while he watched her undress.

Claire peeled off her white blouse and unclipped her bra which caused her perky, round breasts to bounce free. The guide guessed they were just big enough to fit into his hands. Frankie had never seen a pair of porcelain colored breasts before and her pink nipples only added to his excitement. He could feel his cock hardening under water and become more and more stiff, now fighting against the gentle flow of the river. The show wasn't over for him, however.

Next, Claire unbuckled her jeans and let them drop to the floor revealing her pink, hip hugging underwear. She bent over to fold her jeans to the side which revealed her round, peach shaped ass to the spectating guide. He unknowingly began to hump the water current, hornier than ever before as the gorgeous white skinned girl revealed herself to him without even knowing he was watching.

Claire quickly slipped out of her underwear, revealing her shaved, pink pussy lips. The guide's jaw dropped at the fact that she was hairless compared to the other women in villages and her pink pussy looked splendid and smooth. She was amazing and it was a true shame she belonged to her husband, Jake, when she had a body like that.

Claire stuck her toe into the river before walking into the running water until she was submerged up to her neck. Only then, did Claire notice the guide watching her from a distance.

"Hey!! I didn't know you came all the way out here to bathe Frankie?" Claire called out to her guide, blushing as she thought about how he had just seen her most private lady parts.

Sure, it wasn't uncommon when you're in a tribe who barely wore clothing in general, but she was married to Jake and she had never done any kind of exhibitionism in her life. In fact, she had only been with 1 other guy before meeting her husband.

"Sorry miss! The other areas were crowded so I thought I'd go a little down river to get my own spot," he cleverly responded, feeling proud of himself for thinking of such an excuse right in the spot when he was sporting the hardest boner he had, had in some time.

"Ah. Yeah, that's why I go far away from the village. I'm kinda shy you know?" Claire responded as she swam towards the guide to hear him better.

Claire reached towards him and held onto his dark shoulder to keep herself afloat as she struggled to regain her breath from the brisk swim. He almost froze solid when she touched his bare skin. Frankie was glad the water was murky enough to hide his raging erection that swayed with the currents only inches away from her thigh.

"Sorry, I'm super winded swimming up current to get to you." She breathed, "And I'm glad this water is murky or this would be weird with you seeing me naked and all."

A silence filled the air before Claire hummed to herself and said, "Alright... well I guess I'll go this way and you can go that way?" She pointed opposite of her, hinting for the guide to go away so she could bathe alone.

After pointing for him to go away, she turned around to swim off when her lower leg brushed up against his hardened cock which made her freeze for a second, blush, and swim away even faster. The guide breathed in deep when he felt her touch his cock and it pulled wildly wanting to be touched again, yet Claire swam off and he knew he had better do the same. The contract between him and Claire and Jake was too important to fuck up.

As he swam away, Claire thought about how he had definitely seen her naked and he was only the 3rd guy in her life to see her most sacred areas. She began getting horny as she thought about how hard he was from just watching her and how it felt as it slapped her leg from when she spun around to swim away. She also appreciated how casual he was after she accidentally touched his dick and left without a word. Claire would have to tell Jake. She never kept secrets from him.

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Later that night Jake and Claire were eating with the village as part of a small going away party before they departed the village and headed even deeper into the forest in search of the new hidden tribe that they had just learned about.

Jake was able to speak with the boy whose father had been killed, and after parting with a few chocolate bars, the boy was going to lead them at sunrise to the exact spot where it all happened. Claire bounced around excitedly the whole night as she used the guide to translate conversations for her and she spoke with the other women in the village.

After eating and visiting with the villagers, Claire and Jake headed back to their tent to get a few hours of sleep before waking up at sunrise to meet the boy. Claire gave Jake a wink and whispered in his ear before they stood up and quickly hurried off to their tent. The guide watched it all and after pondering it over in his head, he decided to follow them at a distance to their tent. Upon reaching it, he could hear soft groans coming from inside. He slowly walked around the sides of the tent until he found a small tear in the side at perfect eye level with him. It was just big enough for a single eye to peer into and watch the couple passionately kiss each other in the confines of their own tent.

He watched, envious of Jake, as Jake touched her cheek and brushed her hair behind her ear before kissing alongside her neck and giving a small nibble which made Claire moan softly again. Whether out of curiosity or pure lust, their guide continued watching. Claire quickly undressed in front of Jake which in turn, Jake then undressed in front of Claire and they sat naked with each other. Frankie's cock hardened once again and began leaking underneath his loincloth. It wasn't long before his cloth was pushed aside by his massive length of brown meat while he watched Jake slide his own white cock deep into Claire's cunt. As he hit the base, Jake moaned loudly about how tight she was and this caused the guide to start feverishly stroking his cock outside of the tent.

The guide watched as Jake penetrated his wife over and over again while imagining how tight she must be for him to comment about it and how he must have felt deep inside of her warm pink pussy. He watched them intertwine with one another as they took turns fucking, Claire reaching orgasm again and again.

Within minutes, Frankie began spilling his seed all over himself and the tent. He couldn't stop himself from blasting it all over the side. He was too horny and too full of cum to care. He stayed by a little while longer, watching the couple embrace one another before he slumped away, his cock shrinking and a heavy heart beating slow.

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That morning, Jake and Claire roused from their slumber and threw on their exploring clothes, which consisted of exactly what they were already wearing, but the name always brought a smile to Claire's lips. Her white teeth would poke through her plump lips as she'd repeat, "exploring clothes" after Jake said it.

They left their tent and met Frankie right outside holding his gear and a compass with a rough sketched map tied to the end of his spear.

"We all ready gang?" Claire asked with a bright smile on her face and her chest slightly pounding after seeing Frankie again and remembering how he had seen her naked.

Claire had told Jake about what happened that very same day and Jake only hugged her tight, kissed her forehead and said, "Thank you for telling me. It's all ok. This is a forest after all and we're not exactly living in a hotel or anything so it's bound to happen." He also grew a large boner that made Claire blush and they never spoke of it again.

Jake stretched high, reaching up to the morning sky before yawning and turning around to grab a pot of fresh coffee hanging from their tent. He paused for a second and looked closer.

"Hey...hey Claire look at this!"

Claire walked up to Jake and scratched her chin as they stared at a large, white stain on the side of their tent right below the tear.

"I wonder what this is? How did it get here? Was this always here?"

Frankie covered his mouth as they stared at his large cum stain he left behind last night after jerking off to Jake and Claire fucking.

"Oh yes. It's probably a really big slug for sure. Just, crawling on the side of your tent and all," he quickly responded, stuttering as he tried to speak proper English without fucking up what he was thinking.

Jake looked at Claire and then at Frankie who was shrugging his shoulders. Claire and Jake looked at each other again before Claire threw up her hands and walked away saying, "Must've been a big ass slug."

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The three followed the young boy as he lead them through the dense forest. They climbed over logs and slid down slopes before crossing streams and rivers. After while, Claire sat down on a fallen log and sighed, unbuttoning her blouse and waving air down into her chest.

"The girls are sweating Jake. We should rest for awhile," Claire panted as he took a few more steps before agreeing and resting against a hollowed stump. The guide spoke with the boy about resting and the boy kept pointing at a small opening before making spear motions and grabbing his throat.

"What's he saying Frank?" Jake asked after chugging water from his bottle.

"The boy says the attack happened right around here and the log Mrs. Claire is sitting on is where he hid for several hours before running back to the village. He says he ran for hours and hours, and felt completely lost trying to find his way home. He says he also doesn't want to go any farther now and wants to go home." Frank repeated to Jake as the boy spoke with clicks and whistles and weird words that the two heard before, but still didn't understand.

"Very well. Tell him he did an amazing job and give him the rest of the chocolate from my bag," Jake replied, tossing his small pouch to Frankie.

After receiving the chocolate, the boy ran off with a large smile, already covered in chocolate as he quickly bit into it, completely ignoring the wrapper.

"I like that boy," Claire called out to Jake as she fanned herself. "I want a boy after all of this."

Frankie looked at Jake who looked back at Frankie with a shrug and quickly began drinking more water to avoid the statement his wife had just made.

Suddenly there was a rustling in the bushes which made everyone suddenly quiet as they all looked around the forest to try and locate the exact origin.

"Frank...get that spear ready," Jake whispered to the guide.

Before Frankie could draw his spear, three painted men jumped down from the trees and held a spear to each of their throats. Others emerged from the tree line with crudely made bows drawn at them. They spoke in their native tongue to one another before looking at Jake and speaking to him.

"Hey...what's he saying?"

Frankie swallowed and licked his chapped lips before replying, "If I understood correctly it sounds as if they are talking to each other about what they should do to us. The one with the white stripes across his chest pointing the spear at your throat seems to be their hunting leader. Their white paint is an old, old tradition we used to do when hunting tough prey that could kill an entire party. Like a panther or bear for example. Right before we would..."

The guide was cut off before he could continue explaining when the spear dug deeper into his throat. The native holding the spear asked him, "You speak our language intruder? What is it you want? What are you doing here? You're apart of the Black Striped tribe aren't you??"

The guide calmly responded in their native dialect, "No, brother. We are not of the Black Stripes. These two here hired me to talk for them. They are adventurers looking to learn about us and our traditions. They have no weapons. I carry a spear for animal attacks."

The man with the White Stripes looked Jake up and down before signaling his men to search Jake and Claire.

"Woah! Woah! What are they doing Frank??" Claire asked as she felt their hands groping around in her body, particularly focusing on her ass and breasts.

"Relax Mrs. Claire. They are checking for weapons. White Stripes here thinks we're spying for some tribe known as the Black Stripes. They must be in conflict with them if they have war bands roaming the forest," Frank responded while carefully watching the natives search his belongings.

"Ok. You all come with us. We will let the chief decide what to do with you," The White Striped leader responded to Frankie as soon as their search was over.

The rest of the crew grabbed their supplies and fought over who got what before they took off deeper into the forest. For once in their lives, Jake and Claire thought about death and all that it entailed. Frankie accepted his fate and only wished he could've fucked Claire when he had the chance. He didn't bother contemplating on it too long. He had his life to think about.