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Chapter 3
Lepsa was the the first to request my services. She was perhaps the least desirable in the tribe. Lepsa is shorter and squatter than the others. Her dark, frizzy hair was often unkempt and it didn’t look like she tried. Her loin cloth was always misaligned and she almost never bothered to wear a top, allowing her lopsided breasts to sway freely. Back home, if she were to have a shower and set of decent clothes, she would be considered attractive. Here, she was practically homely.
First, she instructed me to clean her modest tent. The tribe didn’t have much in terms of belongings, but Lepsa found a way to litter her tent with trash. She watched me labor and sipped what I assumed to be an alcoholic beverage I often saw them drinking. This made sense, as she often seemed tipsy while she strolled aimlessly along the village paths.
I couldn’t be sure, since I can’t stare directly at them, but I could swear she was touching herself while my naked body sweat, bent and lifted in front of her. I’d catch glimpses of her biting her lip. While my back was to her, I’d hear her moan and groan.
Next she directed me to the river for her bath, which was a relief to cool off after the strenuous workout. Lepsa removed her bottom cloth to reveal her fully natural, wild bush. Her pubic hair was wiry and spread to her inner thigh. She laid down on the shallow bank of sand that was often used for bathing.
As I lathered her chest with soap, she gently arched her back to raise her large, rounded breasts higher. Her tanned nipples were already hardened with arousal. I worked the lather down to her eager mounds, and her breathing deepened. Her eyes were closed and she leaned into my hands as they covered her top half with soap.
Again, I was faced with strange, conflicting feelings. Objectively, Lepsa was an attractive woman. Any straight man would jump at this opportunity if offered. However, after seeing her tribemates for a few weeks, and learning of her unsavory personality, my feelings were not enthusiastic.
While I touched her torso, her body seemed desperate to guide me straight to her pleasure zone. When I reached her waistline, she was nearly panting, and moaning softly. I ran my hands along her groin. Trying to make the most of the situation, I closed my eyes and pretended she was one of the other women. Mesma or Anka, maybe. My fantasizing worked, and I was able to encourage a hard erection. I felt relief, as I did not want to upset her.
Lepsa guided my fingers between her pussy lips, and I stroked her clit. She grunted with pleasure. My cock pointed directly at her face. Her eyes seemed to suggest she wanted to taste. I softly groaned as I washed the folds of her labia. I paid extra attention to her stiffened clit. She seemed to be on the edge of coming. The Amazonian women could be temperamental and unpredictable, so I decided to continue with the bathing to try and avoid punishment.
Her breathing slowed while I washed her thick, muscular legs. She turned around and I washed her back. Then her arms. Lastly was her ass. This part of the bathing ritual was typically thorough, but quick. I had the feeling, however, that Lepsa would want my focus there.
After rinsing her glutes, she began moaning again when I touched the top of her crack. Moving down, I slowly circled her forbidden hole, and continued under, back to her pussy. She raised her hips, encouraging more.
With more soap lathered, I teased her asshole more convincingly. Her moaning turned to grunts, and she uttered words under her breath in her native language. Her tailbone peaked up high while I rubbed her hole. More of her native words suggested she was growing impatient with me.
Hoping that I had interpreted her correctly, I plunged my middle finger into her asshole. A guttural groan escaped her throat, and it seemed to be what she had wanted. The rustling of a small group of women approaching interrupted the fingering. Lepsa stood quickly, and briskly walked me back to her hut.
She grabbed a bowl of oil and layed down, her body begging for more. I squeezed and massaged her ass, and admired how firm and toned it was, considering she was one of the least athletic of the group. Again, her pelvis raised towards me, inviting me to enter her.
This time, I let my finger slip into her eager pussy. She accepted gladly. Her hips bucked and gyrated, and her moans became louder. Lepsa reached back to grip my pulsing cock and she directed me to penetrate her with my hardness.
As if it were another chore, I mounted her, and eased my length into her desperate hole. Her moans were more like screams now, and I didn’t think of it at the time, but they were sure to attract attention. Unaffected, I thrusted into her tight, slippery hole and quickened my pace.
The sound of her cries were orgasmic by themselves. Near her tipping point, Lepsa reached her hand back to stroke her asshole. She seemed frustrated with the angle, so I took over and sunk my middle finger back into her other hole. I was optimistic I’d stay on her good side.
She howled so loud it seemed to shake the tent. I was nearing my edge, and I could feel her muscles constricting around my finger. Once she let out her first screams of relief, I let myself loose, and felt my rush of hot liquid approaching.
I shot my seed deep into her. I thought about how the force of this orgasm wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic as the one I shot into Anka last night. Lepsa’s breath slowed and her muscles relaxed. I laid there for a moment, catching my breath. I heard faint footsteps approaching, then a soft knock on the door.
A soothing, high pitched voice spoke in the native tongue. I recognized the voice as Mesma’s. I felt relief at the sound of the friendly voice, and I hoped Lepsa would be willing to release me. Lepsa laughed and motioned with her hand, suggesting she was done with me. When I took too long to respond, she lifted her head and yelled in her usual, annoyed tone. I quickly scrambled and ran out of the unsavory tent.
Breathing with relief, I laid eyes briefly on Mesma’s face. She was much more accepting of my gaze than the others. She grinned, the pity on her face unquestionable.
Mesma took me to her tent. Even the surrounding tents where Mesma lived were cleaner looking than where Lepsa lived. Mesma’s tent resembled her personality: warm, clean, and inviting.
She brought me to a corner of her tent and sat me down. She began showing me pieces of thick, rough cut paper with charcoal markings. After she made some gestures, I realized she was showing me her drawings.
It was like her version of a sketchbook. Her materials were primitive, but her abilities astute. I sorted through the thick parchment, where drawings of animals, plants, and people filled the jagged pages. I looked up and smiled at her, showing my appreciation for her sharing her art with me.
Mesma began to collect the pages, almost as if she was rushed, in some kind of hurry to get the pages hidden once more. Before she was able to put them back in their leather portfolio, I noticed a few drawings that weren’t in the first pile she showed me. They were people. People…fucking.
As quickly as the pages were in my sight, they were gone. I was able to infer that they were sexual. What I wasn’t sure about was who the people were. The poses looked like one dominant partner and one submissive. The strange part was that the dominant one looked like one of the tribe women. Did these women have sex with each other somehow? Why was she hiding this from me?
Chapter 4
Mesma carried on as if nothing had happened. Despite her fondness for me, she had to keep up with appearances, and treat me as a servant in front of the others. “Water. I need,” she said, and pointed over to her empty pail.
“Yes, okay. Nice English,” I replied. “You’re getting better,” I said with a smile. She grinned back, a hint of blush crossed her face. She handed me the pail and we set off for the river.
The village was like an oasis. Surrounding it were walls of thick, dense vegetation. The women had created a clearing, where they built their tents and huts. Gravel paths connected everything, and were always kept neat and tidy.
The engineering and planning of this town were advanced. This was a culture built on efficiency and utility. There was even a latrine in the far west corner of the village. They irrigated a shallow stream that carried the waste away, downstream. I’m assuming towards the Pacific Ocean, which would put me west of my original hiking place. There were virtually no unpleasant smells or experiences associated with the latrine. It was a self-contained system that required little to no maintenance. Despite the communal toilet seats, it was as good as one could as for in the middle of the jungle.
Mesma and I passed other women and their huts. The vibe was leisurely most of the time. Women would be out, performing odd tasks like cleaning their weapons or patching up their tents. We passed the medical hut before exiting into the thick forest. The medical hut was where I spent my first few days. It was larger than the other structures, and had healers available at all hours.
I carried the pail and walked a few steps ahead of Mesma. The activities of the past few hours had my adrenaline and libido spiking, and for some reason, I thought she may want a view of me walking in front of her. My instincts were correct, as I noticed her checking out my ass out of my peripheral vision.
I had made my way to the water collection site many times. Without a thought, I followed the path as it banked to the north, when Mesma called me back. “This way,” she said with pointed finger towards the west. “We go this way.”
I furrowed my brows and looked at her questioningly. “Come on,” she encouraged, then led the way down the overgrown path. It looked like what used to be a walking path, but had been unused and nature had taken back over.
Vines and overgrown bushes made it difficult to walk while carrying the pail. Hints of panic began to stir in my belly as we hiked the unfamiliar path. Could I really trust her? Did I let my guard down too easily? Where the hell was she taking me?
It seemed like a long time had passed before Mesma disappeared out of the brush. The panic hit with full force at that point. I’m naked and lost and completely vulnerable. I continued forward, bracing for speeding arrows or a fall off a giant cliff.
The opening occurred suddenly and dramatically. The loud crashing of a waterfall filled my ears, along with a gleeful, skipping Mesma. I stood in shock, staring at the pristine site. The plants were greener than green, and the air the most refreshing I’d ever breathed. The familiar river wound in front of me in a soft curve, but before it was a breathtaking waterfall.
Maybe 50 feet high, the clear, cool water fell through jagged rocks down to the rushing river. “Come on!” I hear, and look over to find the bronze beauty removing her limited clothing. First her tan bikini top, revealing round, curvy tits. Then her minimal bottoms. I observed she had been doing some upkeep on her nether regions. Her pubic hair was shaved down nearly to the skin. I wondered if that was for me.
She loped toward the moving water, and I hungrily watched her curvaceous hips and glutes sway with her movements. She dove into the water headfirst, and rose a few feet into the river, brushing the water away from her face and pulling her dark hair back.
I removed my make-shift sandals, and walked carefully into the nearly unbelievable water, almost as if I didn’t quite trust what I was seeing. It was orgasmically refreshing. I hadn’t realized how warm I was until the chilled water cooled my overheated body. Slowly, I made my way farther into the river and closer to the Amazonian. The cool water felt especially refreshing between my legs.
When I met Mesma in the middle of the river, about 20 feet from the waterfall, she grinned widely and looked around, as if suggesting, “Isn’t this amazing?” I followed her lead and took in the scene. The place was majestic. It could have been the real garden of Eden. The realities of indentured servitude and never knowing if I’d go home again and potentially dying at the hands of Amazonian beauties slipped away slowly.
Surges of testosterone pulsed through my veins, and I suddenly forgot the context of where I was. I saw the tanned beauty before me, surrounded by paradise, and I recognized the look in her eyes. I approached her slowly until our bodies gently touched. Our breathing slowed and synchronized, our gaze faced downward and our foreheads met.
I softly grabbed her chin and lifted, pulling her lips up to meet mine. She accepted, her body melting into mine. Our kiss was gentle and tender. It had no shortage of sexual charge, but also restrained and composed. When our tongues met hesitantly, a surge of electricity shot through us both.
My hand reached for the back of her head and I pulled her in closer. When I wrapped my other arm around her back and squeezed her against me, she whimpered. Then I felt the water moving around my thighs and then her hand wrapped around my hardening cock. This time, I whimpered.
She tugged a few times and then I pulled back, desperate for her but also wanting to be sure this was okay. We held each other, her hand still on my shaft, and we peered into each other’s eyes for an extended moment. She took a long, deep inhale, then took my hand and began wading through the water, toward the falls.
I followed her without question. She seemed more determined than ever. Plus, at this point, what more do I have to lose?
Chapter 5
The roaring waterfall offered moderate resistance to our trekking upstream. We passed under the sheet of falling water, and behind the waterfall was a flat, rocky surface, completely enclosed by the falls. The slate colored stone had a gloss that made it equally as majestic as the green on the other side. In the middle of the opening was an elevated piece of rock, maybe 2 meters by 3 meters. It almost looked like an altar. Or a bed. The granite rock sloped upwards in a dramatic, cathedral-like fashion, and plenty of the sun’s Equatorial rays shone through the rushing water, illuminating the altar.
Mesma walked me to the elevated center, and she laid herself down on her back. The surface of the altar was plenty smooth for one to lay down their bare skin. She took both of my hands, interlocking our fingers and whispered, “Take me.”
My caveman brain was fully activated, and I never bothered to think of the potential consequences. I kissed her again, more deeply this time, and let my body fall onto hers. I took my hard, aching shaft, and split her labia, which was wet and swollen. She moaned as I rocked gently up and down, teasing her clit with the ridge of my circumcised cock.
Soon, it seemed right to enter her, slowly. Her opening was so tight, it took my breath away initially. Had she never been fucked by a man? I played with her nipples and nibbled on her neck as I pushed my rod deeper and deeper into her.
As I built momentum, she put her hands on my chest, running her fingers through my dark chest hair. It was as if she was allowing herself to explore a man’s body for the first time. She teased my own nipples in return before clawing into my back and pulling me towards her. I was completely inside her now, her tight opening finally able to consume all of me.
Time stood still at this point, where we heaved deeply and I thrusted her deliberately. It was passionate and sweaty, yet the mist of the waterfall cooled our skin. I felt as if my stamina had dramatically improved, and I thought to myself how impressed I was I’d been able to last this long. We were in the heat of the moment when she stopped our rhythmic rocking.
“Wait,” she said.
My emotions flipped so quickly, my brain was trying to process the sudden stoppage. Was I doing something wrong? Was I hurting her? Despite calling for a halt, she continued holding me close and I remained deeply embedded inside of her.
“You need to see. You must know,” she said cryptically. Her legs still wrapped around me and beads of sweat dripping between her bronze tits. Her hazel eyes looked up at me sheepishly, as if confessing to a secret. “You trust?” She asked.
I certainly didn’t trust all of the tribe, but I felt I could trust her. “Yes,” I stated after taking a deep breath. She pulled away from me and propped herself up to standing.
“You, down,” she pointed at the altar. I did as she said, half scared, half aroused. She straddled her legs around mine, and lined her puffy lips against my still hard shaft. She pressed forward, my hardness dividing her lips and I could feel the warm slickness of her. She felt so good.
What happened next would change everything I thought I had known about Mesma and her mysterious warrior woman tribe.
Chapter 6
Mesma reached down to massage her clit. I had noted earlier that her clit seemed larger, more pronounced than other women I’ve been with. Come to think of it, all of the women here seemed to have rather girthy clits. I hadn’t thought much of it, as I know every body is different.
She closed her eyes in concentration, her fingertips occasionally tapping my cock head as it continued gliding between her pussy lips. Intuitively, I watched her touch herself. It was always a turn on to watch women touch themselves. Mesma began panting, and her clit swelled even more.
At this point, she was no longer rubbing a nub. She had her swollen clit between her thumb and fingers, and she was stroking up and down. The stroking prompted even more growth – and I stared in amazement at the rapidly growing member.
It was the closest thing I’ve ever seen to magic, yet it clearly was not supernatural. I imagined it was similar to watching a flaccid penis grow into a rock hard cock, only this was using female parts instead. I knew enough about biology to know that the hardware is essentially the same, it’s just constructed differently.
With increasing arousal and blood flow to her genitals, her clit widened and lengthened. Meanwhile, her labia contracted and tightened, seemingly to provide the extra real estate for the expanding clit. My hardness continued to rest in her slit, now nearly touching her growing rod.
Her clit had similar features to a cock – there was a defined head, and, somehow, appeared to be a hole. The shaft appeared hard and fleshy. Fully grown, it looked like a smaller version of my own hardware. She had maybe 4-5 inches of length and slightly less girth than myself. Mesma began to open her eyes now, after concentrating on growing her ladycock.
She looked at me with questioning, approval-seeking eyes. I was mesmerized and confused, and extraordinarily turned on. “You want?” She asked, grabbing my hand to touch her. I allowed it, and wrapped my hand around the engorged clit. It felt similar, yet different than my cock. It was softer, and didn’t have the distinctive veins protruding the shaft.
I began to stroke slowly, eyeing her face for her approval. She groaned softly, and pushed her hips toward me. “Can I?” I began to ask, gliding up and down her female parts again, hoping a hole was still there for me to enter.
“Mmm,” she moaned and nodded. It felt like a foreign maneuver, but I stroked her ladycock while I entered her pussy, and we both groaned loudly as I inched my way inside her. In amazement, I took stock of all of her fun parts: full, juicy tits, a hard cock, a wet pussy, and a tight asshole. I watched her mounds bounce as I jerked her hard-on.
“You trust?” She asked again while we fucked. I felt the urge to come soon.
“What, you have more surprises?” I joked as I thrusted her.
She grinned and repeated, “You trust?” This time expecting an answer.
“Yes,” I confirmed.
Mesma took control by grabbing my hip bones and stopping my thrusts. She lifted herself on tiptoes and my throbbing cock popped out of her hole. In swift motions, she pulled my legs out from under her, and opened my positioning, while spreading her wetness from her pussy to her cock. Completely under her control, my legs were open wide to her.
She grabbed my thigh and pushed back, exposing my bottom. With wet fingertips, she stroked circles around my asshole, her eyes darting from watching herself work back to checking my expression. The truth was that I was uncertain, but I had no desire to stop her.
Gently, she pressed one of her fingers into my puckered hole. It felt overwhelming at first, but once she passed a certain barrier, it was easier to tolerate. With her finger nearly all the way in, she curled upwards, tickling my prostate. “Ahh fuck!” I yelled.
Concern washed over her face and she slowed down. “No, no, keep going!” I begged.
She grinned hungrily and fingered my asshole with enthusiasm. I was leaking precum by the time she decided to try and penetrate me a different way. She pulled her finger out, and stoked her ladycock again, making sure it was fully lubricated.
Again peering into my soul, she placed the tip of her cock against my tight opening, and she gradually pressed forward. She and I both groaned deeply as she entered me. I felt a thrill seeing how much she enjoyed this.
Once my body adjusted to her size, she fucked me at will. She grabbed my legs and spread them widely, and she thrusted into me with purpose. Already nearing an orgasm before she began fucking my ass, I again felt the urge rise in my belly. “I’m going to come!” I warned.
“I come!” She wailed, and she stroked my cock in unison with her humping. Her pace quickened, and her grip on my legs tightened. All at once, I felt my own explosion blast out of me, along with a shot of warmth in my ass. I shot streams of seed into the air, while I felt her come overtake my tiny hole.
Both panting and catching our breath, she pulled out me, and I felt her warm liquid dribble down my crack. I’ve been creampied, I thought, and grinned blissfully to myself.
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