Jungle Love

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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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