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Jabur rubbed his nose with the back of his hand,
then swatted at an insect buzzing in his face. It was the first
discernable movement he had made in over 15 minutes. Jabur was a
Neve, a small form of mutated human who had long ago migrated
from earth. Although small, even for his race, he was
exceptionally strong, intelligent, and had a very good memory.
This made him an ideal Taker. A Taker was originally a person
who took what they wanted, such as a thief or a warrior. In his
case he was a paid Taker, akin to the guards or mercenaries of
old earth. He was paid by the Talkers, or politicians, to guard
the mother tree.

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Jabur stood his silent vigil in the east fork of
the south branch of the Nevenan Mother Tree, one of the largest
and most prestigious Mother Trees on Battlegraud.
Clad in a green hooded cloak to blend in with the
foliage, he sat in the woven basket designed just for that
purpose. Holding his bow ready, he watched the skies and the
ground for any signs of movement.
A Mother Tree was an enormous tree so huge, that
each tree could support an entire human colony. Long ago, during
colonization, predators had killed many of the planet’s new
settlers. Out of necessity the population took to the trees. It
was soon found that the Mother Trees, the largest of all
indigenous trees, was wonderfully suited for this purpose. It’s
huge strong limbs, some a mile long and 50 yards across, could
support an entire community with very little modification. Since
the Mother Tree used much of the resources in the area, the
Mother Trees had naturally spread out symmetrically, each
claiming it’s own large territory. This, in turn, spread the
human communities across the planet equally. Each Mother Tree
provided food and water to the community, through it’s sap and
rain runoff, and food through nuts and a myriad of fruited
hanging parasitical vines. Farmers supplemented this food with
crops designed to grow beneath the huge branches. They provided
grains and vegetables, while the hunting Takers provided meat and
fish.
The tinkle of female laughter drew Jabur’s
attention to the river. Far off he could see the sparkle of
white, female bodies as they took their afternoon bathes. The
young adult females were bathing at this time, as usual. And
they seemed to be vying for his attention. It had been the same
for over a month, since he took over sentry duty on the south
branch.
Jabur looked around self-consciously, then picked
up the field glasses hanging from the stub of a branch near his
elbow. He adjusted the glasses until he had focused in on the
naked females. One looked in his direction, even as he watch.
She covered her mouth and giggled, while pointing at him. He
realized that the flash of the field glasses had given him away.
Nevertheless, they continued their lewd and encouraging conduct.
Nessay was washing the back of Bandy, one of his fellow Takers.
Jabur felt his cock grow hard as Nessay reached around Bandy’s
back and grabbed each firm cone in one tiny hand. Bandy was
exceptionally shapely and beautiful. If Jabur was interested in
pairing, at his young age, he would certainly consider Bandy.
But on a planet where a pairing could last for more than 800
years, a pairing was not taken lightly. Coupling, on the other
hand, could take place at the drop of a hat, especially between
people below the normal breeding age of 90. Even as he watched,
Bandy turned and gave Nessay a full lipped kiss. Nessay raised
Bandy to her feet and placed her mouth on her small tight-lipped
pussy. She nuzzled and licked, while Bandy bent over her head
and rubbed her wet hair. Bandy’s face was twisted with emotion.
Nessay broke contact and spoke. Bandy changed her stance,
spreading her legs much wider.
Nessay tipped her head back and applied her lips
to Bandy’s pussy. Bandy jerked and cried out, her face twisted
in passion until it was almost unrecognizable. The other girls
turned to watch. Some took their cue and moved together, some
laughed and looked on, and others simply watched in interest.

Jabur was getting desperately horny. Licking his
lips he leaned forward, sharpening his focus on Bandy’s tits, and
Nessay’s bobbing head. Then, to his horror, he watched as they
suddenly stood and moved off into the bushes.
“You little tease,” he mumbled, cursing himself
for being so gullible. His glasses went to the other girls. It
was a pool of delicious female flesh now withering and moaning in
delight. The Sachans would love to get their hands on them, he
realized. Remembering the seriousness of his duties, he put the
glasses back and continued his watch. But his thoughts centered
on Bandy. What a girl!
The Sachans were rumored to be at war on this side
of the Blue Knife mountain range. The Sachans were a violent
race consisting of only Takers. Coming from the great yellow
desert where there were no Mother Trees, they raised no food,
they reaped no harvest, they simply took, living off the hard
work of others. Jabur was determined not to let this happen to
his tribe. He must keep his mind on his duties.
A movement in the sky, far off toward the blue
mountains, caught Jabur’s attention. He turned to see a huge
Shiny approaching. Luckily, he recognized the Shiny as that of a
friend. It flapped it’s yellow wings effortlessly, then glided
forward, slowly losing altitude as it approached the Mother Tree.
It had a red chair strapped to it’s back. It was a carrier of
great importance.
“Mother Rush returns!” Jabur yelled down to the
workers below. In a moment a large group of Talkers poured from
the trunk of the Mother Tree and spread to await the arrival of
Mother Rush. Rush was important, she was a Talker, like the
important men of the tribe below, but she was also a witch. Even
the Sachans were afraid to anger her. She was from Neverpool, a
famous prosperous tribe who lived just south of Nevenan.
The Shiny descended in a slow spiral. Rush’s
Shiny was unique, it had a red slash across it’s feathered throat
as if it had been cut by a knife. This, according to Rush, made
it special, magical.

“Make way,” Rush yelled, waving for the onlookers
to move away from the landing pad. Doers were slow-witted and
docile. They would work all day on a bowl of rice and a slab of
meat, but they couldn’t think for themselves. They did what they
were told, but tended to move slowly and do stupid things.
Talkers and Takers were far more intelligent.
Jabur was a Taker, a Taker paid to protect the tribe. Talkers
governed the tribe and oversaw the work of the Doers. It was
possible for Jabur to rise to the rank of Talker, as he grew
older and gained more wisdom. But he still had 200 hundreds
years of youth before he had to worry about that.
“News, Father Alliace,” Rush yelled as the Shiny
landed and settled it’s wings with a slight shake. Rush was
helped down from her chair. She turned and looked at the faces
around her. Her gaze lingered on Jabur. He was considered a
good looking male, even in his own community, but that was not
why she was interested.
“What news, Mother Rush?” Alliace asked,
returning her attention to him. Jabur could see the jealousy in
his old blood-shot eyes. Rush was not Alliace’s mother, Mother
was a term used for any female who had given birth, as was the
term Father, given to any male who had fathered a child. Jabur
was just Jabur, since he had no children. Alliace had high hopes
of allying with Rush.
Jabur moved closer so he could hear the news,
intentionally standing close to Rush to further infuriate
Alliace.
Like the other, Jabur dreaded war, but at the same
time he was fascinated by it. War was exciting, and there was
little excitement in a farming community like Nevenan. Also, war
brought booty, female slaves, wealth, and glory. Jabur was
unpaired, he could use an exciting female slave. It was rumored
that the Sachans were famous for beautiful, high-spirited
women.

“The worst, I’m afraid. The Sachans have invaded
south of the Blue Knife range. They have attacked three Neve
communities, Neverban, Nevelfar, and Nevemata. They…” she
paused, swallowing quickly. “They set fire to the Mother Trees,”
she finished with a hiss. The resulting uproar caused a pause in
the conversation. Even the dull-witted Doers were screaming in
outrage. Rush finally lifted a hand so she could speak.
“They are heading in this direction. I am here to
organize your Takers, to ally with the other Takers and confront
them at the river with the Neve battalion. We believe that a
strong show of force can stop them there. I have organized
Shinys for transportation,” she called, pointing behind her.
Jabur’s hair bristled at the sight of a hundred chaired Shinys in
the air to the east. It looked like an invading army. Jabur
raised his bow nervously.
“Remain at ease, Taker,” Rush said, seeing Jabur’s
movements. “They are friends, Jabur,” she said with a slight
smile. Jabur heard Alliace’s hiss of annoyance. Jabur suddenly
realized that Rush had used his personal name. He was honored.
Was she truly interested in him, or simply trying to annoy
Alliace? A pairing with Rush would make him a leader among his
own people and many other close Neve tribes. He would rule
Alliace, in a sense. He liked that idea. On the other hand,
Rush as at least 200 years older than himself. Jabur was almost
a child, he had just turned 30. Also, Rush had hinted many times
that he had the makings of a witch, at some time in the distant
future. It usually took hundreds of years for a witch talent to
show. Two witches rarely paired, as their powers often
conflicted. Of course Alliace didn’t know this.
Jabur gasped as Rush’s mind invaded his mind.
Tendrils of thought touched different parts of his body. Her
thoughts centered on each area associated with a body part and
stimulated it briefly, before moving on to another. First his
nipples began to tingle and he felt them grow hard, as if he were
a girl. Second, he felt his ass being stimulated, or rather
invaded. The intense warmth spread throughout his body. Before
he could adjust to this embarassment, he felt her mind probe his
cock, stiffening it and mentally stroking it until he was on the
verge of an orgasm.
To the others, Jabur simply gasped and stiffened.
A few noticed his stiffened cock, but did not mention it. In
reality only seconds had passed. For Jabur, it seemed as if she
had touched him for hours. He felt her gentle mental fingers
touching him everywhere, and could do nothing about it.
Finally her mind rested for a moment on his
memories and conscience, then disappeared. There was a warm area
where Rush’s mind had been. Jabur knew why he had been probed.
Besides teasing him, for which she was famous, she was testing
his courage, physical strength, and honesty. He knew this
because it happened frequently. She called it keeping him
honest. She smiled knowingly, signifying that he had passed her
little test — and that she had enjoyed it.

“Rush will lead your army,” she said with a
finality which brooked no argument. Alliace’s mouth opened and
closed, like a fish out of water. He wanted to scream his
outrage, his own son was a Taker. But he knew better. Rush
would simply make him look foolish in front of the entire
village. Jabur wasted no time.
“Takers, front and center!” Jabur screamed.
Several dozen men and women, including Alliace’s son, ran forward
and formed into a solid line. He counted the number of swords,
bows, and spears. He had more than enough for his plan. Jabur
had mentally planned for such an event for many years and now he
could put his plan into action.
“Three lines,” he commanded. “Spears to the fore,
swords in the middle and bows in the rear,” he yelled, pushing
several people into place.
Doers ran screaming as line after line of Shiny
landed in the nearby field.
“Find an appropriate Shiny and mobilize in this
order,” he yelled, waving his small army forward.
“The Sachans have no fliers,” Rush whispered from
his elbow. “It will be an infantry battle.”

“I will keep the bows aloft to fire down upon
their army,” Jabur said, fearing that she would find this
cowardly. She nodded slowly.
“Such a move would demoralize their army and
minimize our casualties,” she acceded.
“My thinking,” Jabur agreed.
“Of course you will need the approval of the
General. Do it if you can, and don’t misplace my trust.”
“Never,” Jabur said with a dashing smile. He felt
more alive at that moment, than he had at any other time in his
life. He might be dead by nightfall, but today he would
live.
“Onward to glory!” he yelled the traditional Neve
battle cry. The Shinys rose almost simultaneously. The blur of
wings and dust was awesome. The Neve felt invincible. Jabur
looked down at the awed village and his chest thrust out in
pride.

Three days later, exhausted, beaten, and
demoralized, Jabur watched the remainder of his army form at the
rear of the huge formation of the Neve battalion. Almost 100,000
warriors stood in front of his own small column. He had now lost
half of his Takers, and still the Sachans continued to come,
continued to attack, continued to win. Jabur had reported to
Ladax, the general of the armies and been ordered to the rear.
Rush stood next to General Ladax and did her best to defeat the
enemy with magic. Jabur’s bowmen were ordered down to the
ground, and the Shinys were sent off to other duties. Jabur
watched in frustrated anger, as wave after wave of Sachan armies
rushed forward to attack and slaughter their people.
Again they fought, and again they lost. Seventeen
Sachan Takers broke through to his lines, killing five more of
his Takers. Trudging back to their area, he looked at the worn
faces of the few who remained and shook his head sadly. Ten men
carried stretchers with the dead back toward their camp. In a
few more engagements the remaining women would have to help. Two
women had been killed only minutes before. Twelve men and four
women remained. How many more?
“Don’t misplace my trust,” Rush had said. Well he
had no choice, each time he tried to discuss his plan with the
General, the General ordered him back to his Company. When would
he learn that traditional fighting was not going to work against
the Sachans. The Sachans had destroyed half the planet. The
Neve would be next. The Sachans were not as polite as two
warring Neve tribes might be. They did not observe the rules,
they took no prisoners. Ladax would have to change, to meet the
new threat. Traditional methods were not working.
“Jabur?”
“What?” he roared, then softened when he saw the
hurt look on Bandy’s face. “What?” he asked again, softly.
Bandy had looked so young and sweet, while bathing a few days
before. Now she looked hardened and weary.
“Make love to me,” she begged. “I have a
feeling… this may be my last day,” she said quietly. Jabur
wanted to argue, to object to her fatalistic attitude, but he
knew she may be right. It was just a matter of time.

“Gladly,” he nodded, looking into her blood
spattered face. He shouldered his bow and walked closer to her.
His arm went around her waist, pulling her against him.
“War is no place for women,” Jabur said sadly.
“Nor men,” Bandy agreed.
Jabur relaxed on the furs as Bandy took the canvas
bucket to the water wagon and filled it. He checked his body for
cuts, but found only the blood of others, and a few bruises.
Sachans had an annoying habit of hitting you with a sword hilt,
before standing back and plunging a sword through your body. He
had learned to take the hit and kill quickly with his dagger,
before they could step back. It was a wonderful strategy, but
very painful.
Bandy appeared with the water. She tied the tent
flap closed and began immediately taking off her clothing until
she stood naked before him. His eyes went from her blood-
spattered face, to her clean, perfectly-shaped small conned
breasts. She was tiny. Jabur knew he could reach around her
waist, or either thigh, with his two hands. She looked more like
a little sprite, rather than a fierce Taker with many kills
behind her.
“If the Sachans had known what you look like
naked, they may have gladly given up their lives,” Jabur said
with a smile.

“Maybe I should try that next time. No, I might
attract more Takers than I can fend off alone.”
“True,” he said as he watched her wash her
magnificent body. She had the smallest tuft of light brown hair
above her pussy. It was dainty and beautiful. Her pussy lips
were small and fragile. Jabur suddenly wondered if she had ever
made love to a man.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, but I’m not dying as one.”
She turned and bent over the bucket of water,
washing her pussy as she straddled it. For the first time his
eyes began picking out the scars on her body. He counted three
slashes and two stab wounds on her back alone. Most were small,
almost trivial. Then his eyes went to her small, dimpled ass,
and all her scars were forgotten. He felt his cock aching to
plunge up inside that perfect little ass. It was time to clean
up.
“Save the water for me.”

“It’s dirty,” she said with a look of disgust.
“I’m too tired to get more,” he said, stripping
off his clothing.
“You are our leader, let other’s do it,” she said,
going to the doorway. She pulled the flap aside and tossed out
the dirty water.
“Willa, more water,” she commanded, holding out
the bucket. Willa took the bucket without a word and walked
off.
“You are more of a leader than I am,” he said
sullenly.
“No, I speak for the leader. I must, you refuse
to speak for yourself.”

“Agreed,” he nodded. He stood, finally naked.

As he waited for the water, many thoughts raced
through Jabur’s head. He suddenly realized that he had not been
much of a leader. He simply led them forward to die. He must
change. But first, an amazingly beautiful young woman awaited
him.
“Let me wash you,” she whispered as she retrieved
the bucket of water. “Lay down,” she commanded, pushing him
back. With an odd smile he stumbled back and laid on the
pillow.
“The last time I saw you bathe, it was in the
river with Nessay. She made love to you. I was so mad when you
went off into the bushes to finish.”
Bandy paused, holding the rag just above his
crotch. “I didn’t want an audience, it was personal,” she
whispered as she rinsed the rag and started his face and neck.
He felt his cock hardening at the memory of that river
incident.
“I wish she was here now,” Jabur said quietly.
“I’d love to watch.”

“I wish she was too,” Bandy said in a tiny voice.
“We’ve been lovers since I was 17.”
As she started on Jabur’s legs, he sat up to
watch. She was so beautiful, so dainty. He grimaced as he saw
the water. She followed his glance and nodded.
“Blood,” she said quietly. “I’ve seen enough
blood to last a lifetime.”
“And I,” he agreed. He grabbed her shoulders and
pulled her over on top of him. Even before he could move, her
mouth sought out his. They kissed passionately, withering on the
furs. His hands went to her small, firm ass. Her hands were
everywhere on his body, seeking, massaging, stimulating until he
felt feverish. With shaking hands he rolled her over so she
rested on her back on the furs. He cupped one breast in his
hand, while he stimulated the nipple of the other. She was very
responsive. She withered beneath his hands, gasping for breath
as she looked up at him with an adoring gaze. He leaned down and
captured her right nipple in his lips. He sucked and strummed
the nipple, enjoying her violent response. She held his head in
place and massaged his hair, as he sucked like a babe feasting on
it’s mother’s milk.
“Oh yes,” she gasped. Jabur slid his spare hand
down to touch her crotch. He first ran his hands through the
pelt of hair above her pussy, then slid it down until it cupped
her warm, sweetly scented lips.
“Oh, oh, eeee,” she squealed, lifting her mound to
meet his hand. He soon found himself holding his hand in place,
while she lifted and humped his hand with her small, delicate
petals. In a moment the smell of sex was strong in the tent. He
knew she was ready.

“Roll over,” he whispered. She knew what he
wanted. She immediately rolled over and rose to her knees. He
first kissed each firm ass cheek, then he cupped her breasts in
his hands while leaning forward and inserting the tip of his cock
between her warm pussy lips. She pushed backward, impaling
herself violently on his rigid member. He again found himself
remaining still while she rode back against him, violently
pummeling his hips with her tight little ass.
A warrior, regardless of sex, could not afford the
luxury of fat. And the few who had it, lost it in a prolonged
battle as the river battles had been. The longest battle they
fought was the first battle, which lasted for over ten hours.
That was a lot of exercise.
Their level of fitness certainly enhanced the
quality of their sexual lives, if the myriad of cuts and bruises
did not interfere.
“Oh yes!” Bandy screamed as she pummeled Jabur
with her hard little ass. He was sliding smoothly in and out of
her sticky little hole. The sound of wet pussy lips grasping his
hard cock was very erotic. The sight of one of the most
beautiful women in the village, down on her hands and knees
before him, was even more erotic. Jabur knew this first time
would not last long. The feeling of her firm little cones in his
hands was wonderful. They were so hard and hot. He tried to
stimulate her nipples with his thumbs, but it was not easy as she
bounced forward and back.
The way the bed swayed helped maintain their
tempo. The bed was constructed of sticks and rawhide, covered
with furs. The looseness of the rawhide straps allowed the bed
to sway easily beneath their weight.
“Yes, fuck me,” Bandy howled. Jabur heard some
comments, and a little laughter, coming from outside the tent
walls. But it was natural. In a community of tents, the sounds
of sex routinely filtered into to other tents. The sound alone
was usually enough to stimulate other couples into further sexual
acts.

Bandy suddenly stopped, frozen into place. Jabur
felt his hackles rise. He looked around for a sign of danger,
then listened carefully, but heard nothing.
“What’s the matter?” he finally asked.
“No… nothing, nothing at all,” Bandy said in a
strained voice. She again began sliding forward and back, but
this time she did so at a more sedate pace. She occasionally
slid back against him and wiggled a little to get more
penetration, before she slid off him again. Her moans were
lower, more controlled. Her tempo was more sedate.
“Are you all right?” he asked again in
concern.
“Wonderful,” she gasped, allowing her head to hang
down. She rocked gently against him. He began ramming his cock
savagely into her pussy, as he felt his balls beginning to burn.
He knew his time was near. It was only seconds now before…
“Oh yes,” he hissed. He redoubled his attack on
her sweet little pussy. Mashing her ass cheeks in his hands, he
pounded away until the orgasm struck like a dam bursting.

“Ahhheee,” he howled, vibrating against her tiny
ass, with his cock pressed hard against her ass cheeks for better
penetration. It felt wonderful, heavenly. The moist heat of her
pussy was fantastic.
She waited patiently as he emptied he contents of
his balls into her moist flesh. She looked back and smiled,
waiting for him to wilt behind her. Finally he stopped jerking
and pulled out reluctantly. He looked at her with shame.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what? I will simply have to wait,” she said
with a smile. “Or???”
“Or?” he asked.
“Have you ever seen two women make love?” she
asked with a smile.

“Only you and Nessay.”
“Nessay? Oh yes, her,” Bandy said as if she just
remembered her life long friend and lover. Jabur frowned. He
sat up, looking down at Bandy as she spread out on the bed.
“Women lovers have a problem. It occurs every
month, if you get my meaning.”
“Sure,” Jabur nodded.
“Well that can be very inconvenient. Two women
spend half their lives waiting for the period to end. One week
for one woman, and one week for the other, unless they are lucky
enough to have them at the same times.”
“Yes, yes, I know this,” Jabur said
impatiently.

“You do? Oh well, I am just leading up to a
request. You see there are ways of having sex, even though the
period is upon them. If you will allow me?” she said, climbing
back to her hands and knees. She turned Jabur over on his left
side. He looked at her quizzically, while she straddled his body
and rested her tiny pussy on his right hip. Then, as he rested,
she rode gently forward and back on his hip.
“That feel kind of nice,” Jabur agreed. He felt
her wetness on his hip. It was hot and pleasing.
“It’s wonderful,” Bandy moaned with her eyes
closed. She rode that way for several minutes before she began
to increase her pace. Her breathing came rapidly, her efforts
more urgent. It took only a moment for Bandy to grab his rib
cage and ride herself to her own violent orgasm. She cried out
in a restrained voice, moaning and biting her lips, until her
orgasm faltered and ended.
“Oh, Jabur, that was wonderful,” she sighed,
leaning forward and kissing him soundly. “It’s the best sex I’ve
had in a hundred years,” she gave him a sly smile.
“Right,” he said sarcastically. Bandy’s face went
through several changes, then she fell to the furs in complete
exhaustion.
“Are you alright?” he leaped forward to sit her
up.

“THAT BITCH, THAT EVIL OLD BITCH!” Bandy
screamed.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, concerned
over her sanity.
“That old witch shared my body with me while we
made love,” Bandy said in outrage. “I’ll yank every hair out of
that old cow’s head,” she screamed, jumping to her feet. She
stormed out of the tent starting an uproar. She jumped back into
the tent and picked up her clothing. With a sheepish expression
she began dressing.
“That sneaky old witch,” Jabur said with a new
respect for her powers. “Maybe I should talk to her as well.
That gives me an idea.”
“GENERAL, GENERAL!” Willa said, running into the
tent.
“What is it, Willa?” Willa looked from Bandy, who
was still dressing, to Jabur.

“Spies have infiltrated the camp. The water is
poisoned,” she said, looking at the bloody bucket.
“Don’t worry, we didn’t drink any,” Jabur said
shyly. “Empty the wagon and have somebody get more. Send them
upstream, I don’t want blood in it.”
“I… I already have,” she said, looking down at
Jabur’s nakedness. She smiled sheepishly and left. But she left
the distinct impression that she would like to be next in line.
Jabur would remember that. Willa was a strong, and not overly
beautiful, woman, but she was very sexy.
“I need food,” Jabur said as he dressed. He left
the tent, only to find that the cooked food had been poisoned by
the water. It had all been dumped.
“Blast this,” Jabur suddenly yelled.
“What?” Willa said from the rock where she had
begun sharpening her sword.

“I said blast this. And blast Ladax while you’re
at it. He couldn’t lead a sing-along.”
“He is the general of the armies,” she pointed out
as she continued sharpening her sword.
“Why?”
“Huh?
“Why? Why is he the general of the armies? Who
appointed him to that position?”
“His father, and his father before him. The
position has been passed down since the dark times.”

“What if I don’t recognize that authority? What
if I promote myself to general of my own army?”
“You can’t do that?” she snorted.
“I can and I will,” Jabur said, tossing down the
branch he was holding. “Get the army ready for action, we are
succeeding from the Neve battalion as of now. I’m going to see
Rush,” he said, stalking off toward the high mound in the center
of the battalion.
Jabur was coated with mud from his knees down, as
he climbed the hill where the Neve command resided. Jabur saw
Rush looking off toward the Sachan army. She suddenly turned and
looked at Jabur. Ladax also turned. His face clouded with
anger. Her’s turned red in embarassment.
“Get back to your place,” Ladax said with a
haughty look.
“Go to hell, moron. I’m here to see Mother
Rush.”

“Get out!” Ladax screamed, grabbing the hilt of
his knife.
“Pull that knife and I’ll kill you,” Jabur said
between clenched teeth. “Somebody should have done that long
ago, it would have saved thousands of Neve lives. Rush, I’m here
to discuss that plan, which our moronic General decided to scrap.
Can you get me Shinys?”
“Oh course,” she nodded.
“No!” Ladax yelled.
“I’ve had about enough of you,” Jabur said, half
pulling his sword.
“Go to sleep,” Rush said, waving her hand at the
back of Ladax’s head. He slumped to the ground. They ignored
him, allowing him to lay in the mud.

“He serves his purpose,” Mother Rush shrugged
apologetically.
“The Shinys?”
“On their way,” she pointed to several dozen
riderless Shinys.
“Oh, I’ll need more bowmen,” he gasped slipping
and sliding as he ran down the hill. “Thanks,” he called, waving
over his shoulder.
“You are welcome,” she whispered. The sound of
her voice reverberated in his head. “And you didn’t disappoint
me,” she whispered only to herself.

Sixty-seven golden Shinys filled the skies over
the Neve lines with bowmen and women sitting astride their backs.
At the suggestion of one female warrior, each carried a full
quiver of arrows, and a leather pouch filled with fist-sized
rocks. The rocks had been her idea. An arrow can be deflected
by a metal shield, a rock would flatten the shield and the
warrior beneath it.

The leader of the Sachans showed his fearlessness
by hiding at the rear of his lines in a bright glowing red tent.
He was daring spies to infiltrate his lines and destroy him,
knowing full well that it was impossible, and also knowing that
they would try. He had not planned on an aerial assault. The
Sachans did not live in Mother Trees, so they had no Shinys. The
aerial attack was a complete surprise, and brought about utter
chaos, especially when the Shinys hovered over the bright red
tent. Jabur smiled through clenched teeth as he saw the people
milling below, suddenly intent on protecting their leader. Jabur
raised his right arm, then lowered it with a jerk in the motion
for attack. Sixty-six screaming arrows rocketed toward the red
tent and the milling masses around it. Dozens feel. Even at
their great height, they could hear the screams of pain and
horror. The glint of hastily raised shields nearly blinded
them.
“Rocks,” Jabur screamed. He shouldered his own
bow and dug three large rocks from his bag. He raised his arm
high and dropped it, releasing his rock. He nearly lost his
seating as he tried to follow the trajectory of the rock by
leaning over the side. With an embarrassed start, he grabbed the
saddle and dropped the other two rocks by accident.
More screams of horror and pain filtered up to
them. Suddenly the entire encampment began to run. They ran
without food, shelter, or weapons. They simply ran in complete
horror, not knowing where they ran too, or how they would
survive. A wave of movement on the Neve side of the river
signaled the attack of the ground forces. The camp was mainly
empty, but the Neve warriors took the opportunity to burn and
pillage the Sachan encampment. After one more hour, the Sachans
were scattered, weaponless, and destitute. Sachan hunting
parties began spontaneously in the nearby Neve Mother Trees.
Hundreds of Sachans were hunted down and slaughtered, the females
placed in bonds.
The Sachan empire was broken. After centuries of
war, fear, and loss, the Sachans were no longer a threat.

Jabur led his Shiny down to the mound where Mother
Rush and General Ladax stood watching. Smoke poured in black
columns from the Sachan encampment on the far side of the river,
rising high up into the sky and partially blocking the sun.
“You are missing out on all the treasure,” Ladax
snarled.

“My own troops will look out for my best
interests,” Jabur smiled. “I expect a female slave or two out of
this engagement,” he added as he approached Rush and squeezed her
arm.
“It looks like the people have a new General,”
Rush smiled, looking from Jabur to Ladax.
“Hardly,” Ladax growled.
“A General can be elected or reelected after a
great winning battle,” Rush reminded him. “Shall we hold the
election now, or will you step down?” she asked with a twinkle in
her eyes.
Ladax cursed under his breath and stalked off.
“The Sachans are beaten, there is no longer a need
for a General,” Jabur said, although he stood a little
taller.

“Oh, but there is. One benefit of being a witch,
is the ability to see the future. There will be a need, General
Jabur.”
“We will see,” Jabur said in a patronizing
manner.
“Yes we will,” she said smugly, “and one of those
female slaves is mine,” she added, with a sly sideward
glance.

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The new co-eds couldn’t believe their eyes when they glanced through the course directory and saw that a class called sex 101 was being offered! By the hundreds they raced to sign up, convinced this would be the class of a lifetime.
When Andy and I walked into class on the first day, we were met with an overwhelmingly large audience - the room was absolutely overflowing its capacity Ŗ filled with hundreds of eager young minds just waiting to soak in all that we had to offer. We looked at each other nervously, took a deep breath, and went for it. It was the most thrilling experience ever!
We weren’t teachers by trade. Neither one of us held any degrees or formal training. Our own experiences together with the willingness to share our knowledge of the incredibly exciting world of erotica had led us to the front of this lecture hall. This being our first actual class, we both were a bit nervous, so we started off slow in order to make everyone feel more at ease. Andy introduced himself and then took me by the hand, drew me up close to his side and introduced me. When he felt me tremble slightly, he squeezed my hand and gave me a reassuring wink. I smiled back to let him know that I was doing okay and that I wasn’t going to chicken out on him. It was our style to forego textbooks and conventional teaching aids and use our own stories and experiences - along with lots of hands-on demonstrations. Our goal was not only to show and tell…but to have the class participate - to experience for themselves the vast mix of sensations that can be awakened with the right knowledge.
While Andy gave the students a brief run-down of the course, I ducked behind a wardrobe screen to change clothes. I returned wearing a high-cut black thong, garter, stockings, bra and heels. My long hair was hanging in loose curls across my shoulders and down my back. A collective gasp emanated from the students when they saw me, and he casually turned around and greeted me with an appreciative smile. “Your first assignment,” he directed to the audience, “is to write down the first thought that came into your head when you saw Carmen just now and why.” He left them to their task and turned his attention to me. “You look fabulous!” he whispered as he brushed his lips close to my ear. His hot breath against my skin caused a shiver to rush through me. I flashed him a smile, took his hand and together we walked toward the table we had set up for our demonstrations. It was actually a massage table, soft yet firm and big enough to stretch out on without worrying about falling off the sides. Most importantly, it was just the right height for oh so many things!
We stood there together as he asked for volunteers to share their initial reactions. He ran his hands along the top of my bra when someone commented that the swell of my breasts was what he had noticed first; then Andy trailed his open palm over my flat torso when someone else spoke about that. As the answers were revealed, I turned slowly to give the class a better view, Andy’s touch sending electrifying tingles over my entire body. Before we finished, a definite puddle of wetness was gathering between my thighs. When Andy felt me tremble as his hand passed over my thong-covered V, he asked me how I was feeling. “You’re making me wet” I confided in a low, husky voice. “Oh, my lady says that this little demonstration is making her pussy wet. Let’s have a closer look,” he said to the class as he helped me sit up on the end of the table.
In order for everyone in the large room to have a close-up view, we had set up lights and cameras to project onto several screens. This took me back to the days of doing photo shoots and I immediately felt at ease, practically forgetting there were hundreds of eyes observing my every move. As Andy talked, he moved in front of me, stooping down to give the cameraman a clearer shot. He placed his hands on my knees and gently pushed them apart. I scooted to the front edge of the table and the camera zoomed in on my crotch. I hooked my finger under the silky fabric and slowly pulled it aside. Andy eased me back a little so that everyone could see the dewy drops clinging to my shaven lips. Pleased by the murmurs rippling through the audience, he decided to give them a little bonus. Gently gripping my inner thighs he moved his thumbs to open my cunt lips wider - revealing luscious pink meat glistening with cum. He was rewarded not only by the sight before him, but he - and he alone - was treated to the delicious scent emanating from my pussy. I heard him inhale deeply and looked down into his smiling eyes. I knew he was enjoying this as much as I was, and it would only get better!
Inevitably there were questions from the students such as why was I shaven; what had caused me to become wet; what was the wetness; where did it come from; what did it taste/smell like. We took turns answering them all. “I shave my pussy as a matter of preference. I like the way my clothes feel against my bare skin. Sometimes I even let him shave me. It’s very erotic!” I offered. “The wetness was caused from his touching me. I get very turned on just being near him, and the heat of his hand stroking my body just added to it.” “We’ll get into the technical aspects of where and how and what it is later, but take my word for it, there is a distinctive taste and smell, and hers drives me wild. It’s different from person to person but that’s something you’ll have to figure out for yourselves through your own experimentations - we’re not giving out samples here!” he clarified with a grin.
Andy finished up our allotted time by explaining and pointing out various erogenous zones covering the female body. He slipped off my shoe and worked his way up to my neck, breezing over the major ones in my pubic region - he would get into more detail about those later. I was glad for the reprieve since I was already quivering from his attention to those lesser erotic hotspots and I didn’t want to scare the class with an orgasmic outburst the very first day. I was dripping with desire to feel him inside me and I couldn’t wait for everyone to leave so I could get some satisfaction.

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When the room cleared, I held out my arms invitingly and he stepped closer pressing his body against mine. I could feel his hardened cock through his thin pants and pushed my pubic bone seductively against him while running my nails up the back of his neck and over his scalp. My provacativeness made him shudder and he didn’t try to control the pent-up desire to bury his cock deep within my smoldering pussy. He swiftly spun me around and bent me over the demonstration table, quickly releasing his cock - now hard and pulsing. He looped his finger under the thin strip of my thong then tugged it up hard, wedging it deeply between my lips. I responded with a loud moan and pushed my ass back against his cock. We both were so turned on from our earlier encounters, we couldn’t wait any longer. He pushed his cockhead against my slick pussy and in one stroke buried his entire length within me. We both screamed from the incredible sensations coursing through our bodies and after a moment of stillness, we picked up a steady rhythm. Soon my inner muscles started convulsing and squeezing his cock so hard he thought his eyes would bulge right out of his head. Oooh, it felt soooo good, but he would hold out as long as possible. I slammed back against him, tossing my head wildly as my breathing came in erratic pants mingled with my pleas to “fuck me harder”. When the hot flood of cum rushed over his cock, he let go…filling me with his equally hot cream. His eruption sent me off again and my pussy spasmed tighter around his cock. We fed each other like that for a long time, until we both were drained and crumbled in a heap of sweaty, panting passion across the table.

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Dominic was my Aunts gardener. He came to trim my moms rose bushes one summer afternoon. I asked him if he wanted something cold to drink...lets just say the only fluid that was on his mind was my jizz running down his throat!

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Tags:  Hiking, outdoors, humiliation, bondage, suspension Bondage in the big woods View Author’s Copyright Information She trudged on through the endless, winding trail of ankle-scathing brush, eye endangering branches and hot, sweaty summer air, not wanting to think about the man who walked behind her with a buggy whip in his hand.

A pack full of ropes and other “toys” weighed down on her shoulders, the pack straps like trails of fire, cutting deep into her flesh, as she continued to labor, seemingly forever, through this hellish trail of pain. It didn’t help that he had forced her to strip her shirt off at the trail head, roughly slathering sunblock onto her skin, his coarse hands finding every inch of her tender skin, leaving her feeling completely used and humiliated, yet somehow aroused.

Her bare legs grew fiery scratch after scratch from the underbrush as he urged her on, his low voice cutting more deeply into her psyche than the whip he held ever could.

“Keep moving slut. We have further to go, and you are taking your sweet time. I want you tied up before sunset, and we have another two miles to travel before we get where we need to be.”

He punctuated his last statement with a flick of his wrist, sending a blazing line across the backs of her thighs, the sweat immediately adding to the sting.

“Thank you, Sir,” she dutifully replied as she picked up her pace, already regretting her request to him to act out this scene in the wilderness.

The drudgery of the hike never seemed to end. Her hair was a sticky, sweaty mat, piling on the back of her neck and itching. Agony poured through her light frame as each trudging step seemed to drive the straps of the pack deeper into her shoulders.

“It would help, slut, if you stopped struggling and realized that this little hike is part of your scene.”

“Yes, Sir,” she managed between labored breaths. “Thank you, Sir.”

He punctuated his point with another sharp swipe of the whip, and she thought about how much she loved that sting as the mix of sweat and sunblock covering her skin began to burn the mark she knew was forming. She’d never thought of a forced march as being part of the scene before.

She noticed something, then. First, beneath the ache and strain of her shoulders, she understood that her body was warm, in that wonderful, glowing way that her body always got when she was experiencing either hard exercise or a good hard fucking. The more she thought of that, the more her shoulders relaxed into her burden and the wetter her pussy got.

Which brought upon a new problem.

“Sir,” she asked, stopping to turn to him. “I need to pee, Sir.”

“Oh you do, do you? You’re not here for your own comfort, slut! Pee while you walk.”

Her mind almost screamed in humiliation and embarrassment at that. He’d done things like force her to squat right in front of him to pee before, but to keep moving and soak her already sweat-laden shorts? Had this man no mercy?

“You’re not walking, slut. Do we need an object lesson right here and now?”

“No Sir, thank you, Sir.”

She turned, feeling the redness in her face as she decided she’d rather die than pee herself while hiking this way.

She heard the whistle of the whip right before it laid across the backs of her thighs, a strip of acid-hot fire on her skin.

“If you have to pee, then pee, slut. Right now, while we’re walking.”

He laid another stripe form the whip in the other direction and she burned, her face burning with shame, her thighs burning with the fire of he whip and her shoulders tensing and hurting, a band of agony she had almost allowed to slip form her mind.

The stream of acrid-smelling urine which ran slowly down the inside of her right thigh felt more like blood and shame than relief, and as she walked, the addition of the smell of her own piss mixed with that of her sweat and tears began welling in her eyes.

“Good, slut. Cry, get it out,” he whispered into her ear, seeming to have appeared from nowhere. “Understand who you belong to. Understand that you are here merely to pleasure me, merely for my every whim.”

He did something then, something that showed her he still cared, that this was just a scene, and that he was working toward a goal far higher than making her feel like a pack mule and slave. He reached up to her shoulder and pulled the sweaty ball of her hair away from her neck, laying a cool, wet bandanna over her shoulders in its place, relieving the itch. “Now move,” he growled.

Dutifully, she pressed on, tears of humiliation and shame turning to tears of joy as she realized she had not gotten herself in over her head this time.

Yet another smell crept into her mind as she hiked onward - the scent of hot pine needles piled thick on the trail. The occasional whiff of wildflower and the deep musty smell of the thickly mossed trunks of long-fallen trees. She began to realize that the smell of her body - of her embarrassment, toil, piss and fear was mixing with the smells of nature around her in a surprisingly pleasant and even arousing way.

The whistle and crack of the whip across her thighs brought her sharply back to the here and now.

“Where are you wandering off to now, slut? Can’t you see that we are here?”

“Here” was a glade, about 30 feet across, sitting on the shoulder of a hill and commanding an amazing view of the valley floor, almost 2,000 feet below. The smell of hard-baked pine was replaced with the lighter and somehow more sensual odors of meadow grass and wildflowers. And at the back of the meadow, completely out of place, stood a wizened old oak tree, fed by a gaily tinkling rill which ran through the back half of the glade.

There, under the tree, was a tent, a fire ring and a couple of camp chairs. Her heart sank as she realized someone had beat them to this little out of the way paradise and that she’d have to wait for the rest of her outdoor scene.

As she turned toward him, he could see the disappointment in her eyes.

“What is the matter, slut?” he asked, moving closer to her so she could smell the heat of his body in the midst of the wild around her.

“Sir, somebody is already here. What will we do?”

He laughed then, a rumble deep in his throat, spilling form his lips as he smiled a most wicked smile.

“Who’s tent do you think that is, slut?”

“Does it matter, Sir?” she asked, still not understanding why found her disappointment so amusing. He just looked into her eyes until she came to the realization. Of course! How could she be so stupid?

“It’s your tent, isn’t it, Sir?”

“Yes, it is, now get over there beneath the tree and put your pack down.”

The tree had long, sprawling branches, the lower ones as thick as her legs, and one, in particular, worked its way almost level to the ground, seven feet in the air. He had staked a tarp down there, and made sure the ground was level. The fire pit and tent were not too far away, and she smiled as she noticed that he had hung a wilderness shower behind the trunk of the tree - she still felt filthy and used after being made to piss herself.

He had other ideas, though, and was right there next to her as she stood. “I want you to drink some water, slut. That was a long hike and it is hot out.”

“Thank you Sir,” she replied, taking the water bottle he offered her. The cool, sweet relief that poured down her throat was like bliss, and she genuinely thanked him a second time once she had drank her fill.

He, meanwhile, had turned to the backpack she had carried and was busily extracting several hanks of rope. She loved the way his back curved as he bent, and the glisten of sweat on the back of his neck meant he’d noticed the heat of the walk as well.

“Strip those filthy clothes off now and put them by the stream,” he ordered then. As she obeyed, he threw a loop of rope over the tree and secured a big steel ring to it. He passed the rope over the tree and through the ring several more times, creating a beautiful, chrysalis-like web which ended with the ring in its center.

“That ought to hold. Are you ready, slut?”

She looked up, feeling caught. She was straddling the little rill, washing the smell of her piss from her bare pussy and legs. “Sir?”

“Ah, I see you think you need to be clean, don’t you? Did I tell you you could wash?”

She hung her head in response, understanding that she scene was ongoing and that she had not requested his permission to clean herself from her embarrassment.

“No Sir,” she replied as she walked back toward him, nude body glistening in the sun with the combination of sweat and cool water.

“You will have to be punished for that, won’t you?” he asked as he began passing a length of rope around her chest. He spun her, then, pulling the rope through the loop in its own center, creating the first wrap of a rope bra.

She could not respond, but merely nodded, her breath catching as he spun her roughly and added another wrap above her tender breasts. He continued to wrap her, taking three passes of doubled rope above and three below her little, pert breasts, wrapping her arms as well, before bringing the doubled rope back between her shoulder blades and splitting the ends to tie her upper arms securely. He finished the knot in the center of her back, and she shivered with delight at the caress of his breath on her skin, contrasting with his rough hands. Then he grabbed the harness and tugged another rope through the top, almost throwing it over her shoulder as he spun her again, controlling her every move. The rope passed under the top part of the harness, under the bottom and then back up, with a twist, and over her over shoulder. Then he pulled it through the knot on her back and yanked, hard, snugging the harness and forcing her little breasts up and out, squeezing them a little, and completely robbing her of breath for a brief moment. He grabbed her wrists then, crossing them behind her back and using the rest of that rope to tie them securely at the small of her back, completely immobilizing her upper body.

“Now, isn’t that better, slut? Don’t you like wearing this rope?”

His hiss in her ear brought goose-bumps to her spine and she merely nodded again, unable to speak. She could smell her own arousal - she was so very hot - the way he was manhandling her, his massive shoulders dwarfing her small frame as he simply moved her where he wanted her with one hand entwined in her ropes. She almost did not understand what he was doing when she felt downward pressure, but realized he had maneuvered her beneath the anchor he had woven and was forcing her to kneel.

He then took a short length of rope and began tying her pony-tail tightly, twisting her head which ever way he desired and creating a long, firm “tail” of rope. She was shocked when he pulled her back to a standing position by that tail and then reached up, tying it to the anchor.

Next, he knelt in front of her and began wrapping rope around her waist, three, then four passes before tying it off behind her back, pushing her hands up out of the way so he could do so. He then looped another length of rope through those passes, and began wrapping the top of each thigh over and over, thick “pads” of rope enveloping her upper thighs.

“You need to tell me if this hurts, alright, slut?” he whispered in her ear. She managed so squeak out a “yes, Sir” as he roughly passed yet another length of rope through the knots at her back and then pulled them through the anchor. He yanked then, pulling her almost completely off of her feet, just her toes touching the ground as she hung there, eyes wide and breath knocked out of her, before she began to relax into the rope and realized that he was suspending her from that ring. A little, breathy, “ooh,” escaped her lips at that realization.

He quickly added a length of rope through the harness at her waist, then pulled, essentially elevating her hips to the same level as her shoulders, laying her nearly parallel to the ground and, conveniently, at waist height. He split the rope at the anchor and used each half to pass through the wraps on each thigh, lifting her legs and holding them comfortably, much to her amusement. He then, quickly, added one more rope, tying it at the anchor and then wrapping each ankle, holding her legs wide and enabling full access to her pussy and ass. Then he untied the rope holding her hair and yanked it tight, pulling her head up so that she looked straight out, mouth forced open a little.

“Now, you see why I wanted to bring you here, don’t you?” he asked, giving her a little push so that she slowly began to rotate in her hammock. He stopped her as the ropes began wrapping on themselves, tightening and lifting her a little. Then he let her go and let physics work, spinning her and dizzying her slightly. He stepped back to the pack she had carried and she winced as he pulled out the bull whip - his prized toy.

He set himself up behind her, with her legs spread wide, ass and pussy exposed, and began gently rolling the whip, so that the tip just flicked her tender skin.

Flick.

Flick.

Each kiss of the whip caused her entire body to shudder in ecstasy and before she realized it, she was in the throes of a body-wrenching orgasm.

“Good, good,” he whispered in her ear, suddenly at her side again, hand caressing the light red marks on her ass where the whip had tipped her over the edge and into the mad whirlpool of orgasm and release. He fingered her then, rough hands suddenly turned gentle as he fucked her with his digits, wringing another orgasm from her body.

“I see you are ready, aren’t you, slut?” he asked as he stood and unzipped his pants. His cock nearly leaped out at her and she licked her lips in anticipation as he moved toward her head, and her mouth, already watering to taste his arousal. “Just a taste, slut,” he murmured as he slid the entire length of his cock into her mouth, and into her throat. She eagerly swallowed the length of him, reveling in the feel of him filling her this way and holding his cock inside.  He timed the length her gag reflex would allow his cock in her throat just so, and pulled out just before she could no longer bear to hold him there.

He turned away from her again and back to the bag, coming out with a tube of lubricant, a dildo and a butt plug. “We’re going to fill all your holes, slut, and fill them good. Do you like that idea?”

Her eyes widened and she could only moan, the rope in her hair preventing a nod, and herself flying too far above the earth to speak. He caressed the length of her body as he walked behind her, and she jumped a little at the cold lubricant as he dripped it on her ass cheeks. She moaned again, body writhing as best it could as he gently but firmly worked the plug into her ass. He pussy was already dripping wet and as he pushed the dildo deep inside her, she knew he would instruct her not to let it fall, forcing her to hold it with her muscles, which, when she orgasmed, would be enough pressure to force it right back out.

Then he did something which sent her over the edge. She hadn’t realized that both the dildo and the butt-plug were also vibrators. He switched the butt plug on first and she cried out as she came, hard, pushing the dildo straight out of her pussy, into his waiting hand. He reinserted it once the throes of her orgasm had subsided a bit, then giggled evilly as he turned it on, too, holding it in against the press of yet another orgasm.

“Don’t let either of these fall out, slut!” he ordered as he began spanking her already reddened ass with his hand. He worked her over thoroughly, spanking her, telling her how disappointed in her he had been when she first refused to relieve herself at his command and then believed someone else had found their little campsite before he had. Tears, this time of strain as she tried her hardest not to come, which would force the dildo back out of her pussy, ran freely down her face. Finally, her body betrayed her and as he spanked her ass, she came, shooting the dildo out of her tight pussy and squirting all over the tarp, and his legs, in the process.

“Now look at what you have done,” he said harshly. “I guess you need some more reminding, don’t you?”

This time, he began spanking her pussy, which was already swollen and quivering with the orgasms she’d had so far. She came again, then again and again, squirting on the fourth or fifth orgasm, getting his legs even wetter.

“That does it,” he spat at her. Then he did the completely unexpected, at least to her, and rammed his cock into her wet cunt, hard. Hands entwined in her suspension, he fucked her then, slamming her pussy like he was using his pelvis to punish her rather than his hand. She came over and over then, almost continuously, her senses overloading. She squirted, cried out, tried to writhe and came repeatedly.

Finally, he relented, after what seemed like hours worth of hard fucking.

“My god you are a messy little slut,” he told her, somehow standing at her head again. “You had better try to clean this up,” he added, sliding his dripping cock in to her mouth. She came again as she tasted both of their juices on him, his pre-come and her repeated orgasms.

Her body shuddered in time with his as he came, filling her mouth with the salty taste of his orgasm.

After she finished licking his cock clean, he knelt before her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and kissing her deeply.

“Good girl, my pretty little rope slut. Good, good girl.”

Slowly, step-by-step, he let her down, then untied her, before gently carrying her exhausted body to the solar shower he had packed in and letting the trickle of warm water wash over both their bodies. He kissed her deeply again, then told her to look behind her. She gasped in amazement at the glorious sunset displaying itself at the other end of the valley floor below them. She marveled at how she had originally complained about the hike through the wood. She had missed the beauty of the forest as she wound her way through all the trees. Now she was certain that this was going to be a wonderful weekend away …

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I just can't get enough of this nymph. She is steaming hot and drop dead gorgeous. Watch her as she strips out of her black lacey bra and panties then presses her tight gorgeous bod against the wall. Is she getting ready for a strip search? I know you wouldn't mind searching that tight toosh of hers yourself and then watch her drop to the floor and spread her tigh shaven clam just for you.

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These two hot gym studs have nothing better to do than admire their own buff buddies--well, that is, nothing other than have a nice sucky afternoon. But they only do this when chicks aren't watching.

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“Are you sure this is the right way?”
Dina asked for the
tenth time. The old man’s directions seemed easy; follow the
river to the first big fork and turn left, follow that fork
for
two days then turn south for one more day. The problem was,
the
guide’s idea of a big fork might not agree with the
directions
given by the wrinkled old native in town. And the distance
Dina

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and her guide could travel in one day, might not be the same
as
that traveled by the old man.
“How the fuck should I know? I didn’t
know there would be so
many little streams and 210 larger ones. I don’t know what
he
meant by a “big” fork.”
“Maybe you should have asked, you
conceited asshole.”
“Keep on talking, woman. See who’s ass I
save in a bind,
mine or yours.”
“I’ll probably have to save yours, you
stupid bastard. I

suggest we turn around and go back. We can get better
directions, if we ever find our boat again. I doubt that you
can.”
“Screw that, I’m not wasting a week of
travel. We’ll find
them if they’re around here. Hell, it’s your husband working
out
here, didn’t he tell you how to find him?”
“No, he didn’t want me to come.”
“Wow, I wonder why,” the guide with no
neck said as he
continued to cut his way through the jungle. Dina gave him
the

finger, then plodded along behind him. She put her hand on
her
pistol, wondering if she could find her way back alone. Then
she
wondered if she should. She didn’t know that a pair of eyes
were
watching, less that fifteen feet away on the lower branches of
a
tree. If she had, she would have been surprised to find it was
a
woman.

Jack Pine was her guide. It was an
assumed name of course,
Herbert Bailer had change his name to Jack Pine because he

thought it sounded more woodsy. It didn’t help him land more
jobs. Hell, most of his clients didn’t even know his name.
This
included Miss asshole with big tits. He had glimpsed those
tits
occasionally, once while she was changing, and twice when the
rain turned her blouse transparent. They were perfect. With
that cute little ass, a little duct tape could make her a
perfect
woman.
Jack had gone out into the jungle three
times, since meeting
her, just to jack off. With a picture of those huge firm tits
in

his mind he grabbed his meat and rubbed it until the white
cream
spurted from the end. He was unaware of the very young woman
in
the tree only a few feet away, watching him grab his meat,
while
she fingered her pussy under her black loincloth. The native
woman liked watching the man beat his meat, most native men
did
it in private where the whole world couldn’t watch. But the
white man didn’t seem to care. Or maybe he couldn’t see her.

But how could he miss a pretty young native girl with her
loincloth hiked up and her finger rotating in her juicy
little

pussy? Maybe white people where just blind. When the man
was
done and the girl finished her orgasm, she would slip out of
the
tree and run over to where the man jacked off, sniffing the
ground where he left his seed.

Nighttime was the worst time for Dina.
She hated nights,
huddled in her small, one man tent which was nothing more than
a
tarp stretched between two sticks. It kept some of the rain
out,
but not the insects and larger pests. She slept badly, with
her

eyes flying open at the slightest sound. And the Amazon had
many
sounds at night, the primary feeding time for 80 percent of
it’s
inhabitants. Only birds and people slept at night.
She was not going to ask Mister No-neck
for comfort. His
idea of comfort was far different from hers. She would
endure
the night sounds, the stealthy movement in the bushes, and
insects crawling across her face and up her nose.
At times she even imagined she could hear
human footsteps not
ten feet away in the bushes at her feet, but of course that
was

impossible. Only her husbands party, and a few natives,
dared
tread the jungle at night. The Amazon was extremely
dangerous
for people who didn’t know it’s dangers. Her husband had
worked
in such jungles for most of his 43 years. Her guide, well he
appeared to be new at this. He would probably not grow any
older, or her with him. Why had she chosen the stupid
no-necked
bastard when she could have gone with a more reputable native
guide? He had looked so eager, so… young and handsome in
the
bar. Yup, she had fallen for the hurt puppy look and
fantasized

about a torrid love triangle of some sort. She had been so
stupid!
Dina laid in her blanket and tried to
visualize the jungle
they had tread over the past two days, not to mention the
river
before that. There was no way she was going to find their
boat,
but it was possible that if she turned East and traveled for
three day or less, she could find the big river again.
Eventually somebody would come along, it was heavily
traveled.
“Miss?”

Dina screamed and grabbed for her pistol.
After two failed
attempts she realized that the loud voice had been her guide.
“What do you want?”
“I think I heard footsteps in the bushes
back there. I’m
going to check it out, I want you to keep that pistol handy
while
I’m gone,” he said, waving his pistol in her direction.
“You’re leaving me here alone?” Dina
heard a desperate note
climbing into her voice.
“Only for a minute. I’ll be right
back.”

Before she could answer he and his
flashlight was gone. In
growing terror, she watched the light bobbing down the side
of
her tent, and into the bushes at her feet. Clutching the gun
she
started to get up, then decided to pretend she was asleep so
he
wouldn’t get the idea that she was scared. It was obviously
a
ploy to scare her into his tent, he was not brave enough to
go
into the bushes if he really thought there was somebody there.

He was probably taking a shit, or jacking off. She had that
effect on most guys.

The light disappeared for several minutes
then flashed in her
direction. Just as she began to worry, the light flashed
briefly
again, farther away this time. She watched for several
minutes,
then began to worry. Crawling out of her tent, she looked up
and
the blinding stars in the cloudless sky. The jungle was so
dark
around her, and every sound seemed to be getting closer.
There
was no moon and daylight was 8 hours away. Brush cracked in
one
direction, and the rush of running feet in leaves scared her
spitless. She turned the gun in that direction for several

minutes. Finally she lowered the shaking barrel when it was
obvious that the running footsteps had not been pursuing her.

How long until they would?
She ran over to the remains of their fire
and searched around
in the darkness for wood. She found a few small sticks and
threw
them on the coals. Belatedly she remembered, their guide had
the
only flashlight in camp. They had been traveling light so
they
could travel faster, he had packed the only flashlight. Now
the
dead fire was her only source of light in camp.

She blew on the coals for what seemed to
be hours, until the
flames lapped weakly against the small sticks. She looked
around
in stark terror at the dark treetops encircling the little
clearing. She needed to get wood, but without light…
“Oh Daniel, I think I’m fucked,” Dina
whispered to the jungle
night. Her eyes searched the jungle for some sign of light,
but
there was only blackness. Then her eyes lit when she saw a
distant flash of bright light. It was much too bright to be
her
guide’s small light. Perhaps it was a helicopter, or a
search

party sent by her husband. She started to cry out in joy,
then
it flashed again. It was lightening. Rain was coming and
when
it rained in the Amazon, there were no outdoor fires. But
maybe,
just maybe, the larger animals might hide until the rain passed.

Her husband had mentioned something about that a year ago,
just
some passing flippant remark. What had he said? Oh yeah,
you
don’t have to worry about the big animals when it rained,
only
the snakes… Only the snakes hunted during an Amazon rain.
But
which snakes, the common little deadly snakes or the huge
snakes

that could eat a horse? She didn’t want to know. Maybe she
could snakeproof her tent before it rained. If so, she might
survive until morning.
Dina stumbled around in the dim light of
the flames,
gathering what equipment she could find. Using the blanket
from
her guide’s tent and his canvas, she tried to make her own
tent
snakeproof and watertight. She knew beyond a doubt that her
guide would never find his way back in time to use it and if
he
did… well he could share her tent, but she would keep the

pistol handy. Actually, she would be so glad to see him she
might even let him feel her up or eat her out, which was
probably
his motive for pulling such a stunt. She could use a good
eating, Daniel had been gone for several months. In fact,
almost
a year of abstinence. No job was worth that. That’s why she
disregarded his warning and decided to come down to the Amazon.

She needed sex.
“Daniel, come and get me,” she whispered
as she watched the
tent around her. She had never been more afraid in her
entire

life. “I’ll never do something so stupid again,” she
promised.

Dina sat up on her wadded blanket and
listened to the little
stream rushing through the middle of her tent. She tried not
to
touch the canvas with her back, because the canvas would soak
her
instantly. She had actually slept for almost an hour before
the
rains came. Now she just wanted to survive. Sleep was out
of
the question. She lowered her face into her knees and shook.

She never thought she would ever get cold in the Amazon, but
her

wet clothing and the coolness of the storm had her cold clear
through her body. The roar of wind was confined to the
treetops
around her. Luckily, it didn’t reach down into the clearing,
otherwise it would have ripped her little tent to pieces.
But
that didn’t stop the trees from falling around her. If a
tree
fell on her tent… well she would never know what hit her.
There were worse ways to die in the neighborhood.

With bloodshot eyes Dina pulled the
blanket off the front of

her tent and looked at the steaming jungle around her. It
was
dawn and the rains had finally stopped, leaving a wet, foggy
mass
of unrecognizable greenness in it’s wake. She saw two downed
trees from where she sat. A fire was out of the question,
there
was nothing dry enough to burn in the area, including her
small
pack. She would wait for the sun to dry the jungle before
she
went in search of wood. She needed to cook food, then decide
how
to face the day alone. She knew beyond a doubt that her
guide
would never return. He had either been eaten by a large
animal,

or he found his way out. After leaving her stranded and
alone,
she hoped he had been eaten.
Dina opened her one book, “Gable’s End”
and waited for the
sun to dry it’s pages so she could use it to start a fire later.

She felt absolutely helpless.

Gougo watched the strange woman sitting
in front of her tent.
Gougo’s eyes wandered around in the nearby jungle, looking
for
the strange woman’s man, but there was no sign of him. The

jungle must have gotten him. It wasn’t surprising,
considering
how stupid the white people were. They made stupid little
blanket shelters down on the ground where the night hunters
went,
rather than using the sturdy branches around them to make a
real
shelter, and using the blankets for a hammock so they could
sleep
off the ground in safety. The white woman did not even have
a
cooking fire going and the morning was half over. No wonder
white people traveled so slowly, they were stupid and lazy.
Gougo felt like dropping out of the tree and starting a
cooking

fire for the lazy woman, but she knew what the metal object
was
that the white lady held in her lap. She had seen guns used
before, the long and short ones. As long as the white woman
held
the gun in her lap, Gougo would not help her.
The white woman stood and looked around.
Gougo slid back
into the leaves and froze, making it impossible for somebody
as
stupid as the white woman to see her. White people seemed to
be
blind in the jungle. The white woman went to the back of her
tent and squatted on the ground. Gougo knew what she was
doing,

it was one thing they had in common. Then a movement drew
Gougo’s eyes to the bushes behind the stupid white woman. It
took only a moment to identify the boar, then three more
followed
it, rooting in the bushes for tubers, perhaps a few of the
black
mushrooms that the pigs liked so well. Gougo knew the woman
would be attacked. She sat on the tree limb undecided until
she
heard the woman scream and try to run. With a growl of
disgust,
Gougo dropped from the tree and poised, waiting for the
stupid
woman to get out of the way so she could make her throw. It
took

only a second for the crazed woman to dodge screaming into
the
brush where the rest of the pigs ate. Gougo sighted down her
arm
and threw. The spear went into the pig’s chest and it
dropped
instantly. Screams and gunshots rang out in the bushes.
Gougo
pulled her knife and ran into the bushes. She came upon a
boar
ripping into the woman’s leg. With a cry, Gougo straddled
the
boar and thrust downward with her knife. The pig squealed
and
fell over, kicking.
Gougo pulled her knife out of the boar
and swung around. The

bushes were empty. She knelt over the whimpering white woman
and
looked at the gash in her leg. It was serious, pulsating
blood
poured out of the six inch long gash. It was dark blood, the
bad
kind. Gougo lifted her skin loincloth and squatted over the
woman’s leg. Before the woman could stop her Gougo pee’d on
the
open wound, sterilizing it in the only way open to her. If
she
could speak the white woman’s language, the woman could have
told
her there was a first aid kit in camp. But she couldn’t.
Dina screamed and pulled her leg away.
She started to wipe

the pee off her leg, but the woman growled and pulled her
hand
away. In a moment the woman tore her puma skin into shreds
and
used a strip for a tourniquet. She twisted a stick to keep
the
tourniquet tight, then placed Dina’s hand on the stick to hold
it
in place. When she was sure that Dina would hold the stick,
Gougo disappeared into the jungle.
Dina lay whimpering, alone, waiting to
die. The strange
woman tried to help, but what good was help if she would lose
her
leg. She was thirty miles or more from the nearest town. A
one

legged woman could never make it. In a moment Dina sniffed
the
air in amazement, sure she could smell smoke and cooking meat.

Her savior returned in a moment with a crude wooden stretcher.

The native woman grabbed Dina under the arms and lifted her
onto
the stretcher, then began dragging her through the brush.
They
arrived in her camp in just a few minutes. Dina found a pig
roasting and a pot of water sitting on the fire.

Grunting incoherently, Dina pointed at
her little tent, then

finally her pack. Her companion grabbed the pack and handed
it
to Dina. Dina took out the first aid kit and the three items
she
needed, a sulfa packet, bandages, and tape. The woman
watched
quizzically, then muttered something and left. Dina tried to
treat the wound, but each time she released the tourniquet,
blood
gushed through the bandage and soaked the ground under her leg.

Dina looked around for her companion in desperation. She saw
the
strange native woman strolling confidently out of the jungle
with
a spear in one hand, and several items including Dina’s lost

pistol in the other. The woman thrust the spear in the
ground
near Dina, then handed her the pistol. Dina gingerly took
the
pistol and slid it into her holster. The woman nodded and took
a
root and several leaves over to the fire. She dropped the
leaves
into the water, then began chewing the root. To Dina’s
disgust,
the woman began chewing and spitting the root into the water.

Dina was NOT going to drink that! Dina
started shaking her
head as the woman approached with the water. The woman
calmly
took a handful of moss, dipped it into the water and pointed
at

the bandage on Dina’s leg. When Dina didn’t understand, the
woman dropped the moss into the water and knelt to pull the
bandages off Dina’s leg. She then took the moss and held it
over
the gash, motioning for Dina to replace the bandages and hold
the
moss in place. Dina did, with some difficulty. Her back was
hurting from sitting up for too long without support.
Dina tried to stop Gougo when she grabbed
the tourniquet and
untwisted it. Dina watched the bandages in horror, then
finally
relaxed when no blood came pouring out.

“Holy shit, it worked,” Dina said in
wonder.
“Trashish,” the native woman said with a
smile.
“Trasheash,” Dina said with a nod. The
woman laughed, stood,
and drew her knife. Dina felt the hairs stand up on the back
of
her neck, but the woman simply turned and bent over, revealing
a
shapely ass and perfect little black haired pussy.
Belatedly,
Dina realized that the woman was cutting slices of meat off
the
pig. The woman turned, not noticing Dina’s red face, and
handed
her a large slab of meat.

“Here goes my diet,” Dina mumbled as she
bit into the pork.
It was amazingly good, considering it was unsalted and half
cooked.
“Dou soso habu,” the woman said, pointing
at the jungle
behind Dina with her knife. Dina turned to look then
shrugged
helplessly.
“Habu,” the woman repeated, motioning at
the jungle.
“I have no idea what a habu is?” Dina
said, shaking her head.
Gougo realized the problem and cleared a place in the sand at

their feet. Slowly and carefully, Gougo drew several huts in
the
sand, then surrounded them with a circle.
“Gougo dou soso habu,” the woman said
earnestly. Dina stared
at the young round face and tried to understand. Finally she
followed the pointing knife and realized that the young woman
was
saying there was a village in that direction. With a joyous
shout, Dina nodded wildly and pointed in that direction.
Gougo
smiled and nodded back. For a moment they resembled the
small
dog statues that people put in their cars, where the heads
bobbed

up and down aimlessly. Realizing this Dina giggled. This
single
sound drew Gougo closer to her. Her long dead sister used to
giggle like that so much their parents would get mad. Gougo
missed that sound.
Gougo couldn’t tell the strange woman
that she must remain in
camp for a few days until the root could stop the bleeding
permanently. She would just have to keep her amused somehow.

Gougo started to build a shelter, despite
Dina’s protests.

Finally, Gougo pointed at the sun and held up five fingers.
Dina
realized that she was telling her it would be five days
before
she could travel. Almost sobbing in desperation, Dina
watched
Gougo building the shelter, aimlessly at first, then with
more
interest. Dina even managed to hand Gougo several wide leaves
as
Gougo started weaving them into the roof. Before nightfall
they
had a snug shelter with two hammocks inside. A fire was going
at
the entrance to the shelter, well under the protection of the
roof, so the rain couldn’t affect it. No pests of any kind
would

enter the shelter with the fire going. Gougo had the hammock
nearest to the fire so she could just reach out and add wood
whenever the fire grew low. Dina was amazed that Gougo could
do
so much with only a machete and a few of materials Dina had
packed on her back.
It didn’t rain that first night, although
the rain would have
made no difference. The shelter was obviously watertight.
Dina
felt warm and safe for the first time since she had left the
hotel. The amazing native girl was totally at ease in the

jungle. Dina lay staring at the ceiling, wishing she could
be
more like the young girl next to her. Dina lifted her head,
hearing a strange noise near the entrance of their shelter.
She
tried to make out Gougo in the flickering firelight, hoping
the
girl was still there. That’s when she realized that Gougo
was
making the strange sounds. She was masturbating!
Dina immediately felt her mouth go dry
and her pussy moist.
She strained her eyes to see Gougo in the darkness, but it
was
impossible. The girl had let the fire die down, probably for

privacy. Dina opened her own legs, and the slight sound made
Gougo hiss and stop.
“Please, don’t stop for me,” Dina said
quietly. She tried to
sit up and the young girl appeared at her side instantly,
helping
her rise.
“Ari shaa,” the girl said, pointing
outside. She reached
down and tossed several sticks of wood onto the fire, then
started helping Dina outside. Dina realized in embarassment
that
the woman thought she had to pee. Now that she thought about
it,

she did.
The woman helped her squat away from the
shelter, not an easy
task with a bad leg, and she pee’d for several seconds. She
looked for something to wipe her pussy with, but there was
nothing but grass. She reluctantly lifted her panties and
stood,
with the girl’s help. She put her arm around the girl’s neck
and
limped inside. Once at the hammock the girl lowered her hands
to
Dina’s waist and lifted as Dina jumped and caught the hammock
with her ass. She sat swinging while the girl held her.

“Dina,” Dina said with a smile, placing a
hand on her chest.
She pointed at Gougo and waited, but the girl didn’t
understand.
“Dina,” Dina repeated more slowly and
place her hand on her
chest.
“Dina,” the girl said, placing her own
hand on Dina’s right
tit. Before Dina could object the girl hefted her tit in her
hand, then massaged it lovingly with a vacant smile on her face.

It wasn’t long before both of the girl’s hands were on her
Dina’s
tits, feeling and massaging them gently.

“Dina,” the girl repeated dreamily. She
bent closer and
sniffed, then smiled at Dina. Dina didn’t understand what
the
sniff or smile meant, but at that point she didn’t care. The
girl’s small hands were doing an expert job of inflaming her
breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, relaying electric jolts
to
her pussy each time they were touched. It was only a moment
before Dina’s own hands were on the woman’s tiny breasts,
hanging
bare just in front of her. The girl moaned in pleasure and
arched her back like a cat. This excited Dina even more.
She

tweaked the nipples between her fingers gently and watched
the
girl moan in excitement.
“We’re actually going to make love,
aren’t we?” Dina said in
amazement. “Here I am on the brink of death, I’ll probably
lose
a leg before this is over, and I’m about to make love to the
tiny
native girl who saved me. What a story this would make,”
Dina
was talking aimlessly while the girl’s hands explored her body.

She was nervous, but too horny to care. She needed sex as
badly
as the native girl.

Dina looked at the ropes holding her
hammock up. Gougo had
used the tent ropes and a long pole on each end to make the
hammock. They should be strong enough to hold two people.
But
to be sure she pulled her blanket out from under her ass and
dropped it on the ground behind Gougo.
“Spread it out,” Dina made spreading
motions with her hands.
Gougo looked at the blanket and immediately knelt, spreading
the
blanket on the ground. She helped Dina out of the bed. To
Dina’s surprise, the girls hands began to unbutton her clothing.

This was promising, if the girl knew how buttons worked, she
must
have some contact with civilization.
“Usted habla Espanol?” Dina suddenly
asked.
“Si, Si!” the girl said in excitement and
blasted off into a
torrent of words. Dina’s Spanish was a little rusty, but she
could follow most of it.
“Gougo, is that your name?”
“Si, Gougo is how I’m called,” she
answered in a battered

form of Spanish. Dina figured out the words slowly, then
nodded.
“I’m Dina. Do you understand? My name
is Dina.”
“Oh, I see,” Gougo laughed, beating her
knee. “Your name is
Dina,” she said with tears in her eyes.
“It’s not that funny,” Dina muttered.
“Gougo, do you want to
make love?”
“What?”
“Do you want sex? Do you want to…
mate,” Dina tired to
pick through the Spanish words, but nothing seem to fit.

“Oh, si, of course,” the girl said
excitedly. “Don’t you?
Your nipples were so hard before.”
“Oh I do,” Dina said breathlessly. She
looked down at the
young woman sitting before her as Gougo began unbuttoning
Dina’s
skirt. She timidly let her hands wander over the girls firm
little tits. It took only a second for Gougo to slip off the
skirt. Dina now sat in garter, stocking, bra, and panties.
Suddenly, Gougo seemed at a loss. Dina realized that the
girl
had probably never seen them before.

Leaving the garter on, Dina slid out of
her panties and undid
her bra. Gougo gasped and reached out to grab the naked
breasts
in her little hands.
“They’re so big,” the girl said in
awe.
“Don’t your people have large breasts?”
Dina asked,
mesmerized by the feel of the firm tits in her hands and the
little hands on hers.
“Us? No, never,” she said in disgust.
“Grandmothers down to
here,” the girl held her hands near her waist.

Dina laughed. Gougo moved closer and
sniffed Dina’s neck.
“Nice,” Gougo said, just inches from
Dina’s face. Dina
reached out and pulled Gougo’s face closer. She pressed her
lips
against the girls and kissed her passionately. At first
Gougo
didn’t understand, but the feeling of Dina’s lips on her own
made
her seek the other woman desperately as the fire exploded
inside
her. Finally, she was able to kiss Dina back as she was
being
kissed. Dina ran her hands over Gougo’s back and arms, while
Gougo contented herself with holding Dina’s immense tits.
Dina

pushed Gougo back and leaned down to kiss her way from
Gougo’s
neck, to her perfect little breasts.
“Such beautiful little baby tits,” Dina
sighed, looking up at
the sweet young face.
“Not baby, woman,” Gougo said
haughtily.
“Of course, I can see that,” Dina smiled.
“But I love your
small tits. I wish mine were small.”
“Yours are good,” Gougo said as her hands
moved over the firm
tits.

Dina began sucking on Gougo’s nipples,
watching them spring
to life. She sucked them gently with her eyes closed, then
slid
down each tit and licked them liberally. Gougo was moaning,
lost
in passion. Dina was very good a making love, better than
any
man or woman before her. Gougo decided to learn all she
could
from the strange woman.
Dina licked her way down Gougo’s stomach
until she reached
the belly button. She stuck her tongue inside and Gougo
giggled,
doubling up as Dina touched her ticklish spot. Dina smiled,
then

move down farther. She stared curiously at the thin bush of
hair
on Gougo’s abdomen, then inched down the final few inches
until
she faced her target, Gougo’s little treasure. Gougo watched
curiously, wondering what Dina was doing. Before she could
stop
her Dina placed her mouth over Gougo’s little treasure and
began
licking.
Gougo was amazed and a little disgusted,
watching the
beautiful white woman doing what only a dog would do in her camp.

Dogs, other girls, and fingers were encouraged in her
village,

because more alternatives to common sex, meant less children
to
feed. Gougo had never guessed that people would have sex
like
this. It was the most erotic thing she had ever seen.
Gougo spread her legs wide and watched
the white woman
sucking and licking her pussy. Gougo decided that if the
white
woman could do it, she would try too. But first she needed
to
have the fire inside her quenched, she had been away from
camp
for a long time, she needed it.
“You taste absolutely delicious?” Dina
said in amazement. “I

would have thought… well with the native idea of hygiene…

But you must keep yourself very clean,” Dina said in wonder
as
she shifted her bad leg to a new position.
“I don’t understand,” Gougo said in
Spanish. Dina realized
that she had been talking in English, not that it really
mattered.
Dina slid back down on the blanket and
grabbed one firm
little butt cheek in each hand. With a moan of pleasure she
put
her mouth on the sweet little pussy and began sucking, then
she

slid her tongue into the girl’s vulva, tongue fucking her
slowly
and lovingly. Gougo moaned and arched her back, lifting her
ass
off the blanket and thrusting her pussy into Dina’s mouth.
Dina
smiled, shifting her mouth so she could lick the sensitive
area
at the top of her little slit. The black curly hairs tickled
her
nose until she lifted her face and brought her lips down to
suck
on the clit. Few men knew exactly where a woman’s clit was,
giving the women the advantage when it came to eating a woman
out. Dina knew where to find it and Gougo gasped and tossed
her

head from side to side when she did.
This was the most amazing thing that
Gougo ever felt. Nobody
and nothing had ever stimulated her clit like the beautiful
white
woman. And she looked so lovely, framed by Gougo’s light
brown
legs and black bush. Her village would never believe it when
she
told them, if she did. Her little pussy burned under the
white
woman’s hot lips and busy tongue. It felt so wonderful, and
the
woman obviously enjoyed her flavor, which was very flattering.

No woman had ever tasted her before. When the women in her

village made love they used snakes, bananas, gourds, anything
shaped even remotely like a man. This was so much better.
“You look very pretty down there,” Gougo
mutter.
“Thanks,” Dina said shortly, then
continued devouring Gougo’s
sweet mound. Dina wetted a finger in Gougo’s slippery pussy,
then pressed it against the entrance to Gougo’s tight little ass.

Before the girl could comment, Dina slid the finger inside.
Gougo gasped and cried out. She drew her legs up so Dina had
better access to her perfect little butt.

“You are such a hot little bitch,” Dina
murmured in her
pussy.
“I think my time is near,” the girl said,
gasping for breath.
She bucked her ass against Dina’s finger, feeling a new fire
in
her ass, which joined the fire in her pussy. The fire was
uncomfortable at first, but now it raged in her loins like
she
had never felt before.
“Oh yes,” the girl whispered. Her face
glistened in the
firelight with perspiration. She watched the beautiful woman

eating her pussy. Dina smiled up into those adoring, wide eyes.

In a moment Gougo felt the fire burning and gasped in
desperation. The woman continued to eat, even though she
started
her orgasm. Before she could warn her, the orgasm struck
with
all it’s fury. Screaming and grabbing the blankets in her
little
fists, Gougo thrust her pussy against the woman’s face, while
the
woman continued to eat and wiggle her slender finger inside
her
ass. Screaming again, wave after wave of torturous pleasure
ripped through her loins, tearing her little pussy apart.

Not knowing that women did not make cum
like men did, Gougo
was amazed and thrilled that Dina kept sucking when she
presumed
that her loins were shooting her offering into Dina’s mouth.
In
a few more minutes her loins stilled and she lay back,
totally
exhausted.
Dina crawled up to lay beside the native
girl. The girl
leaned forward and tasted her own juice on Dina’s face.
“Good,” Gougo said in surprise. She
looked down at Dina’s
pussy and wasted no time in crawling between her legs and

sniffing, then tasting a woman for the first time. She liked
it,
she liked it a lot. The white woman had the most amazing
taste,
probably because of what she eats. Gougo smelled several
kinds
of perfume and even spices in the woman’s pussy.
“Good,” the girl said enthusiastically
and shoved her mouth
against Dina’s pussy. Dina gasped at the unexpected attack
and
threw her legs open, groaning when her bad leg jarred against
the
hard ground.
The girl ate eagerly, doing her best to
copy everything that

Dina had done. She eagerly sucked on Dina’s pussy, sucking
so
hard it caused pain.
“Easy,” Dina said, touching her head with
her hand. “Easy,”
Dina repeated. “If you suck too hard, it hurts. Be more
gentle.”
“I will be more gentle,” the girl nodded.
She extended her
tongue, looking at Dina for support, then slid it inside
Dina’s
pussy. Dina gasped and laid back. The girl’s tongue tickled
her
pussy, probing here and there between her legs with maddening

softness. It was so gentle she found herself thrusting her
pussy
at the tongue and mouth in desperation.
“You can be a little harder,” Dina
gasped, looking down at
the sweet face. The girl nodded and sucked gently. She slid
her
tongue inside Dina and wiggled it slowly.
“Oh yes,” Dina gasped and fell back on
the blanket. “That’s
good, Gougo.”
Gougo used her thumbs to hold open Dina’s
pussy. She pressed
her face inside the pussy first, enjoying the feeling of
wetness

on her face, then she began licking slowly and rhythmically.
“Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” Dina began
chanting as the girls
agile tongue probed her crotch. “I can feel that clear to my
ass,” Dina said breathlessly. She grabbed the blanket in her
own
hands and slowly threw her head back and forth. The girl was
very good. She learned fast.
“Suck on my clit,” Dina begged softly,
but Gougo didn’t
understand. There was no word for clit in Spanish.
“Roll over,” the girl said, bending
Dina’s good knee and

forcing her to roll over. Dina was in no condition to object.

She allowed her body to be rolled over. She briefly felt the
little face between her butt cheeks before the tongue was
thrust
against her asshole.
“Oh shit, that feels good,” Dina gasped.
She reached back to
hold her cheeks apart, giving Gougo better access to her
tight
little ring. Gougo didn’t waste the opportunity. She shoved
her
stiffened tongue against the ring and slid it part way
inside.
“Oh shit,” Dina said, feeling the tongue
enter her ass. “Oh

that’s so good,” she cried with her face in the blankets. In
a
few minutes Gougo rolled her back over. Dina’s ass was
burning
after the loving attack from Gougo. It took only a few
minutes
to feel the fire building inside her loins.
“Oh I’m cumming big time,” Dina gasped in
English. “It’s
time,” Dina gasped in Spanish.
“Go ahead, I want to taste your seed,”
the girl said softly.
Dina didn’t know what she was talking about, but the sweet
little
voice was all it took to make her loins explode. Bucking her

pussy against the sweet little face she cried out, bending
her
head far backwards and arching her back. Her fists tried to
shred the blankets, and her good leg flopped around
helplessly.
Deep in the throes of her orgasm, Dina
looked down to watch
the sweet little face sucking on her fruit. It was the most
beautiful thing she had ever seen. Gougo continued to lick
after
Dina’s pussy grew sensitive.
“No stop,” Dina said, raising a hand.
“Just suck gently
without licking,” she said to the adoring eyes looking up
from

between her legs.
“This is so perfect,” Dina breathed.
Gougo finally released
her pussy. It grew cold immediately. “Oh Gougo, that was so
good,” Dina sighed.
“I liked it too,” the girl said with a
smile. She crawled up
and fell into Dina’s open arms. Dina ran her hand through
Gougo’s hair, while the girl closed her eyes and rested her
head
on Dina’s chest.
“Would you like to do it again later?”
Dina asked softly.

“Oh yes, many times. We will be here
five more days, we can
make the time pass pleasantly that way, don’t you agree.”
“Oh yes,” Dina sighed and closed her
eyes.
Dina fell asleep. Sometime later she
opened her eyes when a
shadow darkened the entrance to the shelter. It was Gougo
returning with several objects in her hands.
“These are special to the women in my
tribe,” she said
sitting beside Dina and smiling. This makes… heat,” Gougo
pointed between Dina’s legs. And this,” she held a large
bean

pod aloft, “this feels good when used down there,” she said
with
a slight shiver. Dina took the huge bean pod in her hands
and
found it to be fuzzy.
“Oh that would feel wonderful,” Dina said
with a giggle.
Gougo nodded and stroked the bean pod as if it were a penis.
They
both laughed.
Gougo hurried to place herself between
Dina’s legs. She
motioned for Dina to roll over, then slid something inside
her
ass. Dina looked down and found it to be like a bean or a
small

potato.
“What’s that, is it safe?” Dina asked in
concern.
“Yes, I have used them many times. The
men in my tribe only
worry about themselves, shooting their own seed. The women
must
find ways to make sure their seeds come.”
“Women don’t have seed,” Dina
giggled.
“They don’t? Then what do they
have?”
“Nothing… well eggs, but not an egg
that you would
recognize. They are smaller than a grain of sand. I guess
both

men and women have orgasm. But your men obviously have them
more
than… wow, my ass is starting to burn. Are you sure this
is
right?”
“Oh yes, I need the other one,” Gougo
said and quickly slid
the second seed inside Dina’s pussy. Dina gasped at the contact.

Soon she was moving around on the blanket. Her loins and ass
were burning, not hot like a pepper, but softly like she needed
a
lot of sex.
“I’m hot, Gougo.”

“This will help,” the girl said, laying
between Dina’s legs
and inserting the end of the bean pod in her pussy. She
began
licking Dina’s pussy eagerly while she slid the huge foot
long,
one inch thick pod inside her. Dina squealed as the fuzzy
pod
entered her pussy. She could feel it well up inside her.
Gougo began sliding the pod in and out
while her sweet little
mouth munched on the upper half of Dina’s pussy. Dina
squirmed,
eager for the orgasm to end the burning in her loins.
“Oh Gougo, this is so incredible,” Dina
cried. She reached

down and pulled Gougo’s head into her pussy. Shuddering, she
watched the pod slide back into her. Nearly it’s entire
length
was entering her pussy, filling her like she had never been
filled before. With aching slowness the pod was pulled back
out.
“Faster,” Dina begged, but Gougo ignored
her. She knew how
to use the pod on a woman and knew it was more effective if
used
slowly. The roots would be wearing off soon and that was the
time to make Dina explode.
“Faster,” Dina gasped again. Gougo
turned her head slightly

and licked the juicy upper part of the white woman’s pussy.
She
could not get enough of the smell or taste of the strange woman.

She felt and tasted so good.
“Oh faster,” Dina begged again. The heat
on Gougo’s tongue
was beginning to lessen. She decided it was time to end
Dina’s
agony and give her the orgasm she begged for.
Gougo began sliding the pod in faster and
faster, while her
agile tongue flickered over her moist flesh like a snake.
Dina cried out. Her eyes widened in pain
and passion. She

gasped and held Gougo’s mouth against her pulsating flesh,
then
fell back with a scream as her loins burst with hot moisture
as
spasm after spasm ripped through her loins. Screaming and
riding
the girls face, she mashed the young woman into her pussy,
disregarding the pain she was causing.
Gougo didn’t care, she loved the feeling
of being inside of
Dina’s pussy, even if it was just her face. She wished she
could
crawl up inside the woman and stay there, but the woman was
starting to relax, a sign that her orgasm was over.

Gougo reluctantly pulled the bean pod
out, licked it, and set
it aside for later. She watched the change of expressions on
Dina’s face, from twisted pleasure, to sweet and relaxed.
“You liked it?” Gougo finally asked.
“Are you kidding? I loved it.”
“Would you like to try another,” the girl
asked innocently.
“Daniel, don’t you dare rescue me now,”
Dina hissed and
pulled the sweet young girl close.

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Billy hated being a flight attendant, mainly because dealing with public sucked. Most travelers, especially business travelers, were abusive and felt they were the only passenger on a plane. Nonetheless, the pay was good and Billy didn’t have to work too many hours. And, there was one regular traveler that Billy had his eye on. A businessman, James, who commuted on his flight every week.

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James was one of the few passengers who treated Billy and the other flight attendants with common courtesy. And James also had the deepest blue eyes, the kind that made a man melt in his shoes. James’ dark hair, always perfectly slicked back, and his custom made suits were enough to make Billy’s knees buckle. It was obvious James was gay, at least to Billy it was, but how does a mere F/A approach someone of James’ caliber? Billy decided it was best left a fantasy.

Winter had settled in over the country’s northeast and this particular Monday morning the crew hoped to beat the snow from Boston to DC, but ended up stranded at Logan Airport. Temperatures fluctuated so much that the runways were icing and no end was in sight. Logan closed down for the day and everyone scrambled to book hotel rooms.

While Billy called around to different places, he found even his employee status did no good when there were simply no rooms available. Billy hung up the phone for the last time and complained aloud that they were stuck at Logan, then stormed off for the men’s room. James had overheard the F/A’s complaint and followed Billy into the john.

“What happens when you’re stuck here for the night?” James asked.

“I get to sleep in a chair in the employee lounge,” Billy answered.

“Well, I have a room for the night, with an extra bed, why don’t you stay with me?”

Billy’s blood rose at the mere thought of spending an hour alone with this beautiful man, let alone an entire night. Trying not to seem like the eager 13-year-old, Billy politely hemmed and hawed until James finally insisted he spend the night. Billy, though careful not to show it, was delighted by the idea.

The two men checked in, and indeed there were two beds. Billy plopped down on one while James took off his jacket and tie at the foot of the other bed.

“How about some wine?” James asked, picking up the phone.

Without waiting for a response, James dialed room service and ordered a bottle of cabernet and a cheese platter. Billy casually kicked off his shoes, then laid back on the bed, closing his eyes. Billy could hear James running water in the bathroom, presumably filling the bathtub. Mmmmmm, he thought, as he envisioned James’ naked body lathered in the tub, steam rising about his gorgeous face. A few minutes later, room service arrived with the order. Wow, Billy thought, this guy must have clout if he got room service this fast.

James opened the wine, poured two glasses then disappeared into the bathroom again Billy sat on the bed, looking toward the bathroom. Am I supposed to go in, he wondered? James’ head peeked around the door, smiling, inviting, waiting. Billy didn’t need to be asked twice, he got up and unbuttoned his shirt as he strode for the door. He was greeted by James, now stripped down to his shorts, and found himself being helped down to his own shorts. Then James handed Billy a glass, slipped off his boxers and got in the oversized Jacuzzi tub. Billy quickly followed suit.

Once in, James toasted good company, sipped his wine and gazed into Billy’s eyes. They sipped their wine in silence for a good 15 minutes, their eyes speaking volumes to each other. James slipped his hand over Billy’s leg, sliding further up until he had Billy’s dick between his fingers. He stroked it lightly, smiling at Billy, massaging his balls, then sliding his hands up Billy’s chest and moving in to slip his tongue in Billy’s mouth. He sucked Billy’s tongue, gently, then hard, pinching Billy’s nipples between his strong fingers. With his foot, James released the plug in the tub and let half the bath water out, then straddled Billy’s lap. Billy could feel James’ dick harden against his stomach, and James slowly rubbed it back and forth against him, still sucking Billy’s tongue. The oils from the bathwater made it slick and the slow motion of James’ ass over Billy crotch gave Billy an instant, raging hard on.

James continued pinching Billy’s nipples, and practically licking the back of his throat when he stood up slightly off of Billy’s lap, just enough to allow the head of Billy’s cock dance around James’ asshole. Billy grabbed his rod and held it steady as James rocked slowly over it before sitting down and taking the full shaft in his oiled asshole. Billy felt James’ back arch as he took him deep, and the gorgeous young executive pressed his chest against Billy. Billy grabbed James’ ass, spreading it wide so he could fuck him even deeper, James responded by pushing down hard on his swollen shaft. James pressed his body against Billy’s so his throbbing cock would rub against the F/A each time he sat back down on Billy’s penetration. James grabbed Billy’s hair as he gradually increased his pace, his head thrown back, eyes shut tight, he fucked Billy’s dick hard, deep and with a seeming vengeance.

Billy pressed his face into the perfectly sculpted pecs before him, fingers digging into the man’s ass, dick bobbing in and out of the slick rectum that coveted his meat. Billy felt his eyes roll as the blood surged from his throbbing cock all way to his head. He pushed his hips up as hard as he could while James continued to ride his rod, the jism starting to spurt from Billy’s cock. James’ fingers wrapped tightly around Billy’s head, gripping harder with each spurt of hot juice in his ass. Billy felt James come on his chest, the warm fluid rolling down his front. When he had nothing left, Billy released his grip on James’ ass and gently let the man back down into the bathtub. Both men rested their heads back on the ledge, while James’ foot lifted the water on. Once filled, James turned on the jets, and they sat back and enjoyed the relaxing waters.

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Meredith stood by the front door of waiting for the last few customers of the day leave. It was almost five o’clock and she was anxious to get home to get ready for and evening out with her girl friends, but just as she was about to close and lock up another customer walked through the door. How may I help you ma’am, she asked a little bit wearily!?! “I’m looking for a pair of boots, suede, in gray or brown!!! I think we have just what you want, Meredith replied quickly, off hand do you know your size!?! I usually take a size eight, the woman replied, but it depends on the brand, once in a while it’s and eight and a half!!! Okay, I’ll bring some of each, Meredith replied while heading into the store room, just have a seat and I’ll be right back!!!

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When she had returned with four pairs of the boots in question, Meredith took her place on her stool, and after helping the woman out of her flats, she slipped the boot into place and asked how it felt!!! She was still looking at the boot on the lady’s right foot, when unbelievably the woman opened her legs slightly, exposing what must have been the fattest pussy she had ever seen in her whole life!!! Now totally flustered, Meredith looked at the woman’s face, but got no response as she was holding one of the boots in her hand and inspecting it’s stitching pattern!!! Maybe it was just it was just an accident, Meredith thought to herself, after all, this woman was really on the hefty side and probably didn’t wear panties to prevent having them ride up her big ass!!! Meredith was just about to ask if she wanted to try on the other pair when the woman slowly spread her legs wider, and then as she stared at the huge gash, the woman began flexing her cunt muscles which made her lips open and close ever so slightly as they became drenched with her hot pussy juice!!!
Now she was sure that the woman was putting on a show for her, and while Meredith was a pure heterosexual, something about this fat butted woman kept her locked in place while watching the oversized pussy drool like a drippy water faucet!!! A few beads of sweat had broken out on Meredith’s forehead, and this time when she looked up to the woman’s face, she stared straight into her eyes and mouthed the words, My pussy’s on fire, could you touch it for me, please!?! Good grief, she wanted her to put her hand up her dress and jerk her off, how brazen could you get, but even as she tried to deny it, Meredith already knew that she would do as the woman asked, so after looking around to see where the other sales girls were, she calmly slipped her hand between the chunky thighs, and after taking a deep breath she slipped her index finger into the hot wet cunt!!!
The woman let a low moan escape her lips, but after regaining her composure she continued studying the boot she was holding in her hand while tightening and untightening her gaping sex organ!!! After glancing around again to make sure that no one was watching them, Meredith began moving her finger in and out of the hot pussy, and with each stroke the woman would tense up as her orgasm neared, until finally she shuddered silently as she was wracked by a cum that shook her to her very core!!!
Meredith pulled her hand from underneath the dress, and as she did her nostrils were filled with the unmistakable aroma of fresh pussy wafting gently through the air!!! She was immediately snapped back to reality when Gwen, the last remaining sales girl, called out from the back of the store, You have to lock up, hon, I’m outta here, and as she heard the door close she knew that now she was alone in the store with the over weight plumper!!! Now with unbelievable openness, the woman pulled her dress up above her waist and in an even hard voice ordered, Okay, dear, now since we’re all alone you can take care of Vanna’s clitty with your pretty little mouth!!! This was more than Meredith had bargained for, and she tried to get up and get away, but before she had a chance to move Vanna had grabbed her by the arm, and with a vise like grip pulled her to the obscenely bulging lips of her excited pussy!!!
P-please, she begged, I-I don’t want to do this, let me go!!! I don’t wanna do this, the woman mimicked in whining voice, you’ll eat it and like it cunt, now get your fucking mouth in there and suck my clit!!! It was next to useless to resist the powerful woman, so with all her resolve wasted, she gingerly let her tongue taste her outer lips which right away brought a sigh from the fat pussied bitch who moaned, Mmmmmmm, that’s good, now do my clit, oh yessssssssss!!! Meredith let her tongue slither up and down the dripping organ until it encountered the hard little nub, and then with a little vengeance in her heart she bored in hard on the little erection until the fat bitch was grabbing her by the back of her neck and forcing mouth harder into her snatch!!! If Meredith though she had cum hard before, she was quite unprepared for the fireworks that erupted when the huge cunt spasmed out of control and onto the shoals of orgasm beach, leaving her totally shattered from the experience!!!
For several minutes Vanna just sat there recovering from one of the hardest cums she had ever had, and when she was finally able to move she handed the boots to a shocked Meredith and announced, Well, I’ll keep you in mind, but I think I’m gonna look around, but thanks for your time, and with that a stunned Meredith watched her waddle out the front door and into the street!!! As he locked up and headed for home Meredith was still wondering if it was just a dream or a real experience, but the lingering odor of pussy juice was all the answer she needed to know!!!

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Robert will fuck just about anyone for a buck so when this old geezer offers him some quick cash for the firm young ass Robert jumps at the idea. He lets the old guy suck his cock and fondle his nuts but when push comes to shove Robert fucks the geriatric perv right in his ass.

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