“Not stop, not stop!” The tribeswoman cries, her hips rising off the woven mat. Feeling exhilarated at bringing her to the brink, you mercilessly tease her clit until she stiffens, shrieking into the storm. Her juices soak your hand as you plunge your fingers inside her until finally she relaxes, gasping for breath. You climb off her and lie next to her, drawing her into your embrace. The rumble of thunder retreats into the distance, sunbeams shining through gaps in the leafy canopy high above you. She smiles and you kiss tenderly, both of you utterly sated.
“We go tribe village.” She announces a few minutes later as you pull your clothes back on. While her tribe may be able to help, you wonder if you might find better assistance from the missionary she mentioned earlier. After all, he and his wife should have a better idea of how to get back to civilization.
Find the missionary
Follow the tribeswoman to her village
With the incredible sensation of her fingers and mouth working in tandem at your sodden pussy and sensitive nipples, you can’t bear to stop her.
“Yes, yes.” You moan as her fingers saw in and out of you. You stroke her head as she sucks at one nipple and then the other, her tongue swirling around your tingling areola. The heat rises in your loins and you know you won’t last much longer as she relentlessly pleasures you. Perhaps sensing you are close, her thumb flicks over your clitoris. You lift your hips up off the woven mat, moments away now.
“Oh, God, yes! Don’t stop!” You tell her breathlessly. Her dark eyes flick up to meet yours, gazing intently as she sends you over the edge. Every muscle in your body seems to tighten as the wonderful heat becomes a raging inferno. As the storm continues to rage overhead, large droplets of water splashing off the foliage around you, your cries of ecstasy are drowned out by a sudden thunderclap. You feel wild and at one with nature as pulses of pleasure surge through you. When your orgasm finally subsides and you slump back down onto the floor, the tribeswoman crawls back up and kisses you while gently withdrawing her fingers from your quivering slit.
“Good?” She smiles.
“So good.” You pant, pulling her back to you and kissing her again. Your hands glide down her back to her buttocks, squeezing a cheek in each hand. She moans softly into your mouth before breaking the kiss and smiling down at you. She murmurs something in her own tongue before rolling off beside you with her back to you. Clasping your hand, she slides it around her waist and beneath the red fabric of her loincloth. Your fingertips glide through the wiry curls of her pubic hair before finding her clitoris. She gasps with delight, grinding her buttocks back against you as you begin to gently rub her sensitive little button.
“Yes.” She pants, her hands roughly massaging her small, pert breasts. “Yes, yes, yes!” You smile, enjoying her soft moans of delight. As thunder rumbles across the sky, it seems more distant now as the storm begins to pass. In contrast, the tribeswoman’s moans are becoming increasingly vocal and intense.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” You murmur in her ear. “Come for me, come for me.” You strum her clit faster now as she squirms against you. Panting desperately, she stiffens before crying out as her orgasm surges through her. She gasps with each pulse of pleasure until she finally relaxes, her body heaving against you as she catches her breath. Pulling your hand from between her thighs, you slip it around her waist and take her into your embrace, listening to her soft pants and the faint rumble of distant thunder.
“We go tribe village.” She announces a few minutes later as you pull your clothes back on. While her tribe may be able to help, you wonder if you might find better assistance from the missionary she mentioned earlier. After all, he and his wife should have a better idea of how to get back to civilization.
Find the missionary
Follow the tribeswoman to her village
You allow her to guide you down her body, kissing your way down her flat, toned stomach. Reaching the narrow waistband of her loincloth, you carefully sweep the loincloth to one side, revealing a dark thatch of pubic hair beneath.
“Yes.” She murmurs thickly, parting her legs in anticipation. You drop onto your elbows and move closer, the scent of her arousal filling your nostrils as you lower your face between her thighs. With your pulse racing with excitement and your mouth salivating at the thought of tasting her, you extend your tongue and flick it at her slit. Again, she breathlessly murmurs something in her own tongue and while you don’t understand the words, you recognize the encouraging tone well enough.
“You like that, huh?” You giggle before swiping your tongue more forcefully at her pussy this time. Her gasp of delight is lost in another boom of thunder as the storm continues to rage all around you. Grasping her hips, you press your tongue deeply inside her, her sweet nectar washing over your taste buds. You feel her hands on your head, tenderly caressing you as she enjoys each delicate flick of your tongue. With the exotic location and the fury of the tempest all around you, you feel as though you are in a fevered dream. As you lash your tongue at the equally exotic tribeswoman, you wonder if you didn’t survive the crash landing after all and this is the afterlife.
“No stop, no stop!” She cries out, abruptly banishing such morbid thoughts. As her fingers tighten in your hair, you glance upwards. Her head is craned forward, her eyes wide and her mouth open. You mercilessly flick your tongue at her clit and listen as her low gasping moans increase in intensity with each passing moment. She stiffens and falls silent. A flash of lightning illuminates her quivering body, her face taut, her eyes closed. Her moan of ecstasy is drowned out by a booming thunderclap, the ground trembling beneath you. She jerks and quakes, her juices soaking your chin as you continue to gently lap at her twitching button. When she finally relaxes, panting for breath in the darkness, you pull away and sit up.
“Thank.” She pants. “Thank.” You smile both at the blissful expression on her face and her broken English before reaching for her. She sits up and you kiss again, her hands returning to caress your breasts. As pleasant as that feels, the excitement of bringing the tribeswoman to her climax has you craving her touch a little lower.
Guide her hand downwards
Suggest she returns the favor
You break the kiss and reach for her hand, slowly guiding it from your breast down to your waist. Her dark brown eyes gaze deeply into yours as her fingers slip down the front of your shorts and into your panties. You chew your lower lip and stretch open your thighs as her fingertips glide through your pubic hair. As she reaches your sodden slit, you stifle a gasp. The tribeswoman chuckles, her teeth glinting as she curls her fingers inside you.
“Uhh, yeah.” You moan as another thunderclap booms across the sky. This time, you don’t even flinch, too distracted by her delicate touch. After a moment, she pulls her hand from inside your panties and fumbles with the buttons on your shorts. You giggle and take over, sitting up and tugging them down swiftly followed by your panties which are damp with your arousal.
“Pretty.” The tribeswoman smiles, gazing at your naked body. You feel yourself blush and again she chuckles. She shuffles around and kneels behind you, the inside of her thighs pressed against your hips and the warmth of her body against your back. Wrapping her arms around you, she kisses the top of your shoulder while her right hand slides back down between your legs, the left returning to caress your chest.
“Oh God, that feels good.” You breathe as her fingers curl back inside you. Her lips trail up the side of your neck and you sigh, squirming a little. She lightly pinches a nipple while her fingertips slide up to your clit and trace a lazy pattern over your sensitive little button.
“Like?” She murmurs, her breath warm against the side of your face. You nod and twist your head around towards her, reaching for her and pulling her to you. Crushing your lips to hers, you kiss passionately, your tongues delicately flicking over one another. Her fingers work faster at your clit and you moan into her mouth. Pulling away, she gazes deeply into your eyes as she continues to rub y
our pussy. Before long, you can feel the delicious sensation of your orgasm building deep within you.
“Don’t stop,” You pant, “You’re getting me close!” Even if she can’t understand you completely, she certainly sees the desperation in your eyes and hears the yearning in your voice. She leans forward, kissing you again, her fingers working frantically at your clit while she massages your breasts with her other hand. As a flash of lightning illuminates the jungle around you, you stiffen, arching your back as the heat between your thighs rapidly builds to an inferno. You break the kiss, throwing back your head and cry out into the rainforest in sheer ecstasy as jolts of pleasure surge through your body. The tribeswoman holds you tightly as you tremble in her embrace before you gradually float back to Earth.
“Thank you, that felt incredible.” You murmur drowsily. She smiles and kisses you gently, the darkness around you lifting as the storm moves on, the rumbles of thunder distant now.
“We go tribe village.” She announces a few minutes later as you pull your clothes back on. While her tribe may be able to help, you wonder if you might find better assistance from the missionary she mentioned earlier. After all, he and his wife should have a better idea of how to get back to civilization.
Find the missionary
Follow the tribeswoman to her village
“No, I think I’ll find this missionary.” You tell her, annunciating your words carefully. “I think he would be able to help me. Which way?” The tribeswoman furrows her brow but nods her understanding before pointing vaguely into the jungle.
“No far.” She shrugs, her voice a little deflated. You reach out and clasp her hand, smiling gently.
“Thank you for saving my life.” You tell her. “I will never forget you.” She nods and smiles and you embrace one final time, kissing each other tenderly.
“Good luck.” She tells you when you break the kiss. With that, she turns and stalks off into the rainforest, quickly disappearing into the foliage. You turn in the direction she pointed and strike off into the jungle. The building you spotted from the air was up on a hillside and didn’t look too far from where you crash landed on the river. You should be able to reach it in an hour or so.
Three hours later, you realize you are hopelessly lost. The rainforest is so dense and it’s impossible to see anything in the distance to use to get your bearings.
“Shit.” You murmur, feeling weary and dehydrated. You decide to try to retrace your steps and hopefully find the tribal village your savior had intended to take you to.
A few minutes later, you have lost your own trail and look desperately around you, searching for some sign of your earlier path.
“Don’t panic.” You mutter, feeling agitated and not knowing which direction to go. As you turn around, you see something move in the foliage. You peer into the shadows, wondering if it was just your imagination. Then something springs out at you, a flash of yellow and black. A weight crashes into you, knocking you onto your back. You cry out as claws pierce your flesh and you see sharp teeth and malevolent eyes. A jaguar. Screaming in terror, you try to push it off you. It snarls, twisting its head and opening its maw before its jaw clamps around your throat, tearing at it. You gargle blood before your arms drop away and darkness closes in.
THE END
Go back a few moments and rethink your actions
You follow your savior through the thick foliage of the rainforest, wondering how on Earth she can pick her way through the impenetrable jungle and not get hopelessly lost. The tribeswoman seems to have no such concerns and strides purposefully forward ahead of you. You hear the village before you see it, the chattering of the natives in their peculiar language and the regular dull thumping of tools. Your savior sweeps back some leaves and beyond you can see the thatched roofs of several buildings. Following her out of the jungle, you see that the village is sited in a clearing beside the river, with the buildings arranged in a ring. Everything seems to be constructed from trees and branches, from the buildings themselves to the hollowed out canoe-like boats arranged along the riverbank. The village is a hive of activity, with the villagers going about their business, preparing and cooking fish, working on what looks like a new building or chipping away at a log, presumably to form a new boat. They all wear similar garb to your savior and the women are just as bare chested as she is.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that.” You murmur to her as one of the tribeswomen walks past, her pendulous breasts swinging with each step. More and more of the villagers stop and gape as they catch sight of you and you feel yourself blush.
“Errr, hello.” You mumble. Your savior squeezes your hand reassuringly before stepping towards one of the village elders. Judging by the bright and elaborate feathery headdress and carved necklace, you guess he must be the leader of the village. She chatters urgently in her language to him while his gaze flicks from her to you and back again. His reply seems a little hesitant, but she seems to implore him, stretching out a finger and pointing at you. He sighs and smiles at her, reaching out and squeezing her arm in a familiar and fatherly fashion before slowly nodding. He points towards one of the boats on the bank and turns away. Your savior turns back to you.
“We trade supplies in Manaós.” She tells you. “Big town. Many white-faces. Take boat, go river.”
“Thank you.” You smile.
“Welcome.” She returns your smile before leaning forward and kissing you gently on the lips to the vocal delight and amusement of the watching villagers.
She shows you to the boat, which like the others has been hollowed out of a tree trunk. An outrigger is fitted to one side, presumably to give it a bit more stability in the faster and more turbulent stretches of the river. One of the tribesmen drags the boat into the river and you climb unsteadily into it. He passes you a roughly carved oar before gesturing along the river and mumbling something in his strange tongue. You nod. Looks like you’re on your own.
“Good luck.” Your savior calls out from the bank.
“Thanks.” You reply, pushing away from the bank with the oar. “Thanks for everything.” You sweep the oar back along one side and then the other, finding a rhythm. As you round a bend in the murky river, the village behind you disappears from sight. You suddenly feel utterly alone, adrift on a mysterious river in the middle of this dark continent. You remind yourself that once you reach Manaós, you will be able to make your way to Rio, though quite what you will do when you arrive, you have no idea.
As you drift along the river, your stomach rumbles. You have a few meagre provisions the tribe gave you, but you notice a few pineapples and bunches of bananas growing along the banks of the river. With a long distance to row, you’ll need all the strength you can muster. Perhaps you should pick some of the fruit while you can.
Stop and pick fruit
Continue and hope your provisions are sufficient
“Eat me.” You murmur, breaking the kiss.
“Eat?” She sits back, blinking in bafflement.
“Oh!” You chuckle. “No, not literally!” Again, your preconceptions of a feral, cannibalistic tribal people enter your mind. “No, lick me. Taste me.” You grasp her hand and press it between your legs. “There.” She smiles and nods before gently easing you onto your back. The storm seems to be moving away, the deep rumbles now distant and sporadic while shafts of sunlight break through the clouds. The tribeswoman grasps the waistband of your shorts and you lift your hips as she tugs them off. Your panties swiftly follow and you part your legs, enjoying the gentle breeze against your hot, wet pussy.
“Lick?” Your companion smiles. You nod eagerly and watch as she drops down between your open thighs. As she grasps your hips, you quiver in anticipation, feeling her hot breath on your slit. She gently and slowly kisses the inside of your thighs, teasing you and making you squirm with need. Her lips glide closer, brushing over your clitoris before kissing your labia. Your pussy aches for direct stimulation, yet still she teases you. A low moan escapes you
r lips and she chuckles before finally swiping her tongue the length of your overheated furrow.
“Oh God.” You moan thickly, your pussy tingling as she begins to work her lips and tongue at your sensitive opening. Trembling with excitement, you feel as though your heart is trying to punch its way out of your ribcage. The sun is now breaking through gaps in the leafy canopy, dappling your flesh with shifting patterns of golden sunlight as you luxuriate in her talented attentions. She slides one hand up your body, cupping a breast and gently squeezing it, while her other hand slips between your legs. You gasp as she gently eases two and then three fingers inside you while her tongue flicks at your clit.
“Yes, yes, just like that!” You gasp as she pumps her fingers inside you. Her other hand continues to knead and massage your mounds, the combined sensations making you groan with delight as you feel the familiar feeling of a wonderful heat building in your loins. Her tongue works insistently at your sensitive button and you reach down, stroking her silky black hair.
“I’m close.” You tell her breathlessly. “Oh God, don’t stop!” As she frantically works her fingers inside you, stopping seems to be the last thing on her mind. Your chest heaves and you feel light headed as the pressure in your loins rapidly builds. As your breathing becomes increasingly ragged and uneven, her eyes flick up, holding your gaze. Her hand leaves your breast and reaches for your free hand, her fingers entwining with yours. The tender intimacy of the moment as you teeter on the brink seems to intensify your arousal. Every muscle in your body seems to tense and tighten, your thighs closing around the tribeswoman’s head. Her tongue continues to lap insistently at your clit as you arch your back. Your cry of ecstasy echoes through the rain forest as the pressure is released. Arching your back, you thrash around on the woven mat as a powerful surge of pleasure washes through your body. Her eyes never leave yours as you quiver and gasp with each wonderful pulse. When your shrill cries fade, you pull her face from your pussy, feeling raw and sensitive, like your entire body is a bundle of nerve endings. She chuckles and tenderly kisses the insides of your thighs. Even that makes you squirm and she chuckles again, emerging from between your thighs and grinning impishly, her lips and chin glistening with your juices.
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