My childhood friend and I were venturing through the tropical border between India and Bangladesh, seeking the ever-flowing Ganges river amidst the sultry hot and humid climate. We happened upon a small town, where the locals wore minimal garments made of fine animal skin intertwined with green and yellow leaves. Each of them bore a specific responsibility and duty to their town, each equally vital in the thriving of their people.
We did not speak their language, other than a few words: water, food, and thank you. When I spoke to the village leader, I could see a beautiful young woman in the corner of my eye. She snickered at my accent, but in an adoring way; not judgmental. When the village leader was about to lead me to some food, his daughter intercepted me and led me another way. She quickly spoke something in Bangla, and with a disapproving eye, the leader reluctantly let her take me.
My friend was busy with the town’s kids, so I simply followed along the river with her to her humble abode. There, she pointed at her chest and spoke “Sumi”. Reciprocatively, I answered “Bash” as I pointed to my chest. She smiled and went into her home and came out a minute later with a wonderful assortment of fruit, nuts, and chicken jerky. The fruits were foreign to me, and the juices flowed down my cheek each time I bit into them. She walked up to me, as I ravenously dug into the food, and wiped my cheek of the juice and licked her fingers.
I gazed into her deep eyes, tracing down her face and body with eyes – her voluptuous lips and breast, thin hourglass figure, and revealing loin skirt. I stepped forward, only an inch away at this point, when she grabbed my hand and placed it onto her heart. I could feel it beating slightly rapidly and I grinned with affection. I did not restrain my passion, and so instinctively my arms reached out and grabbed her and pressed her firmly against me – my manhood already engorged. Her eyes popped open with joyful amazement and then proceeded to lock lips with me, as the half eaten fruit tumbled down the hill and into the river.
We only stopped to walk further up the hill and away from the other villagers, laughing and tripping along the way. Once we reached a patch of soft greenery, I firmly laid her down as I removed my sweaty tanktop and shorts. As fast as the passion had come, so had I. With embarrassment, I flipped over, panting. She laughed, again in an adoring and not judgmental way, and I laughed, too. Once I caught my breath, I slid down lower and continued where I left off, using my tongue and finger in a harmonious and rhythmic pace that led her to climaxing almost as fast as I originally had.
Realizing we were gone too long, we hurried back so as to not arouse suspicion..
When we reached the rest of the villagers and my friend, they greeted us with mild alarm and suspicion – only my friend had a calm smirk on his face. As I waved goodbye to our new friends, I blew a secret kiss to her which she subtly caught with her hand. We continued to hike up the river, snacking on the exotic fruits and nuts, where we reached a steep slope that had an ominous vibe permeating around it. We could not see passed the thicket, but that only increased our curiosity. We nodded to each other and scarfed the remaining snacks before venturing further into the unknown.
Immediately after the first turn, we no longer recognized the vegetation and various sounds of the nearby animals. The cacophony of sounds echoed against the high trees and hills like one big chaotic orchestra. The birds were singing to each other, the primates were mocking one another, and some kind of large wildcat let loose a bellowing roar that sent chills down my spine. Nothing was going to stop us at this point, so on we went – cutting the brush in our way, and climbing up the vines to get to the next tier of landscape. Then I caught a glimpse of a majestic Bengal tiger, cleaning itself next to its kin. We stooped behind a large trunk and peered through a hole to safely stare at its beauty. Suddenly, I heard humans approaching. I froze with fear as Sumi and her younger brother strode confidently towards the tiger. I wanted to shout “Stop!” but something about her stride made me think she knew what she was doing. The tiger did not change its behavior, but continued to calmly lick itself even when she was feet away. She stooped down to one knee and offered the tiger a tasty morsel: a couple of cooked freshwater fish. The tiger elegantly took it from her hands and lowered its head as to accept the offering.
When I saw that she had the situation completely under control, I rose up and slowly walked her way. She took notice of me, and held her hand out as to say “come, it’s okay”. I cautiously walked to her, keeping one eye on her, and the other at the Bengal tiger. She smiled as I put my arms around her waist and brought her in. She was my tigress; my fierce yet elegant tigress. Fire erupted from my loins and I brought her down beside the tiger and laid myself between the two. The warmth and purring of the tiger as it snacked on the morsels was incredible, and so I didn’t even bother moving away. Rather, I used its massive body as support as I laid down and ushered Sumaia to sit atop me.
She rode me like the tigress she is, each motion fluid and strong. Her passionate cries rose above the rest of the jungle’s cacophony, resounding loud enough to reverberate. My fire apparently had spread to her loins as well, and I could see a light in her eyes that was unmistakably animalistic in nature. Sweat started to form in beads across her chest, at this point completely bare. I pushed her down onto my so her chest slid against mine as she went up and down, up and down. I flipped her over the instant she started to slow down, and brought forth a renewed vigorous thrusting. I did not think that her cries could have been louder than they were, but somehow she managed to pierce the skies with them, and even the rest of the fauna seemingly quieted down. I twisted her right nipple with one hand, and supported her lower back with the other, so as to get the right angle that penetrated directly to her G spot. The ecstasy on her face was quite apparent and unabashed as she climaxed with a few pulses rippling through her abdomen.
After just a moment of rest, she pushed me down onto the leafy floor, and continued to suck me into bliss. My manhood completely engulfed by her ample lips, she snaked her tongue up and down in a sloppy and noisy rhythm. I was surprised by her ability to completely envelop my throbbing and blood engorged seven inches and then I released a sea of milky semen into the air, some of which landed on the skeletons of the now consumed fish.
..to be continued.
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