by Botha, Johan
Johan’s moan grew deeper and he moved down to kiss her throat and then back up to her lips. He brushed open the top buttons of her blouse. Searching for the soft succulent nipple through her lacey bra.
“O man…, Tracy, good….” He muttered as she felt his rough thumb brush against her.
Wow, ohhhh, wow, Tracy thought, feeling carried away along the river of sensations. Alcohol spinned her mind in all directions and she could not stop him even if she tried. Her body responded to every touch of him. She felt a lazy non caring feeling take hold of her senses as she reluctantly, willingly gave in to all the sensual senses of her body.
Johan shifted his weight atop her, and through her clothes she could feel his growing hardness. It all seems otherworldly with him now, she thought, the sound of the waterfall in the distance, the moon, so orange, his dreamy voice so mesmerizing in her ears, “Tracy, Oh Tracy…”
He pushed his hardening manhood against her and opened the rest of her blouse with his hand. As he gazed down at her in the glow of the moonlight his mind en needs took over completely.
God, she was beautiful, like a Queen, a golden treasure, a prize better than any he had ever conquered.
He smiled into her half-closed eyes and pulled off her bra to uncover her breasts. Johan felt his manhood jump and thrust against her pelvis instinctually. Tracy’s nipples hardened and she opened her legs to him.
She pulled his lips back towards her own, more out of shyness than passion. His hands stroked along her smooth, mist-covered body, circling and pinching her nipples.
Softly, tenderly then harder more urgent, with more passion and ownership.
He pulled away again to kiss and suckle at them while Tracey reached down tentatively to stroke him through his shorts.
Johan threw his head back in ecstasy at the touch of her hand, rolling his eyes back into his head. She’s mine now… He thought, as an electric current went through her fingertips into his groin. The first touch is always the best; he felt his manhood get bigger still , throbbing and rock hard. Bursting with juices.
He slid off of her and onto her side, straddling her leg. His hand smoothed over her stomach and the front of her shorts, between her legs.
He felt Tracy tense and begin to push his hand away, but he continued to stroke her, along the seam of her Capris and soon she was arching again against his hand.
Skilled at playing a young girl’s body already, Johan quickly slipped his hand into the waistband of her pants and down into her panties, covering Tracy’s mouth to stifle any objection. He quickly found her most wanting parts and delighted in her wet, wet rose. She wanted him, there was no hiding it. He rubbed the tiny button between his thumb and forefinger, feeling Tracy writhe against his leg.
She moaned against his lips, his tongue now darting in and out of her mouth, giving her a preview of what was soon coming. She clung to his shoulders, still partially dressed while he played with her, making her pant.
Tracy didn’t know what was happening to her. She’d never been like this before!
What was he doing to her? Was it the punch? The party? Or the moon?
Johan was pulling at her pants, taking them off, and she squirmed to help him. He then stood up, casting a magnificent silhouette in front of her. He really was amazing, she thought, feeling herself grow wetter at the sight of him.
He pulled off his shorts, and his shirt, standing naked in front of her. His skin seemed to glow in the semi-darkness. He looked strong, and he felt like an animal, admiring his own hard member.
He kneeled before Tracy; he wanted to make sure she had a night she would not forget. He wanted to treat her like a queen before he made her his own.
He lifted her hips and bent his head between her legs. Tracy gasps as his lips touched her moist thighs.
Johan growled and buried his face between her legs, devouring her all at once. Tracy’s eyes rolled back and she grabbed at the earth around her. She felt his tongue lick between her nether lips and open her up. She jerked forward against him when he suckled the knot of nerves at her front, and nearly passed out when his fingers penetrated her maidenhead.
“Oh my god Johan, Yes! Oh, god, YES!” Tracy heard her voice echoing off the walls of the mountain and felt Johan moving up her body with lips and tongue.
She thought she saw the whiteness of his teeth as he smiled victoriously over her. His hips above hers now, he pushed her legs even farther apart and held his hard penis proudly at the welcoming opening between her legs.
He loved the anticipation of fucking a new girl, especially a virgin. He loved making them fall in love with him too. She’ll be coming back for more after tonight; he thought… he’ll be fucking this filly for weeks now if he wants…
He grabbed her legs behind her knees and pushed himself into her with a loud groan. He filled her and pushed against every inch inside of her. Again, Tracy looked up at the sky, watching the way the clouds reflected in the moonlight, enjoying the new sensation. She felt… full, in a place she hadn’t known was void before, she felt, complete, excited and powerful, like a woman.
Johan pounded into her with the abandon of youth. He had been waiting for this little bitch for a long time and now he was going to give it to her good, he thought. He looked at Tracy, beautiful girl, tease, but God, what a wet-hot-tight stem she has.
The more he thought about how long he had waited for her the angrier he got and he reached down, grabbing Tracy’s hair while he continued to fuck her.
He kissed her hard, grinding his hips into her, giving her his full length, loving the moaning and squirming he received back in response as she rubbed her rose unknowingly against him.
Johan felt her walls tightening, and getting wetter, and felt his balls tighten in response. He grabbed Tracy’s buttocks and pulled her into him more deeply while he emptied his load into her pink, perfect flower.
Finally at peace, Johan collapsed naked and glistening next to Tracy, her body red and throbbing, still shaking from her first orgasm.
Unbelievable!
A baboon screamed on the mountain and they became aware of the night around them again.
Johan grabbed her hand. “Go for a swim with me.”
He pulled her to her feet, and she was grateful for the assistance. Tracy still felt unsteady and half-drunk. Sore as well!
“Come on,” he commanded as he waded into the water. Tracy smiled; her body still feeling him inside her, feeling that tingling begin again, a desire already building.
Johan led her into the calm pool and turned to look at her. Mmmm, she looks good, he thought. Fuck! I’ll take her again before we head back to the party…
Tracy let go of Johan’s hand and felt her confidence grow as the cool water woke her up. She went in deeper and dove under the water.
Johan waited for her to come up and started to worry when she took too long.
He squinted in the growing darkness, waiting to see her pop up. Moments passed and the water remained calm and undisturbed. Where the fuck is she? Johan began to worry and panic began to build in his stomach.
Finally she popped up right behind him.
“Whoa! The waters cold! Very refreshing!” she said with a smile and a loud splash as he turned to face her.
“Well, FUCK Tracy! I thought you had drowned!” he looked straight into her eyes, angry at first, then slowly a smile crept into his eyes.
He laughed and he pulled her towards him. She could feel his slippery nakedness against her body in the water. The lovers didn’t notice how silent and still the jungle were around them.
Chapter 6
The silence around them was unnatural. The wind did not move a leaf, not one cricket chirped or hopped. The only audible noise was the rushing of water and the moans of new passion.
The fog around Johan and Tracy grew thick as the two clung together hungrily in the calm reserve.
Tracy started pulling away from Johan’s teasing embrace but he was not ready to stop yet, and held on tig
hter, letting her feel his growing arousal. Their bodies pushed and pulled at each other below the water, and although this water ballet was exciting, he wanted a firmer foundation to plunder her on.
Johan deepened his kiss wrapping his arms around Tracy one last time before they got out of the water. She returned his kiss and then seemed to stiffen, and go limp.
He felt a warm, sticky rush ooze down over his forearm where it wrapped around her waist.
“Tracy?” his eyes widened as he looked down at her in his arms. Her eyes were rolled back and her head lolled back on her shoulders as Johan tried to hold her in his arms. He shifted her and looked at the arm he had behind her… blood… and lots of it… Tracey was bleeding bad…
He swung around in a circle in the water, suddenly realizing that the world around them was so very quiet. A sign of a predator, Johan knew. But where?
He moved forward, toward the beach, dragging Tracy’s unconscious and bleeding frame with him.
First a tug, then suddenly Tracy was pulled from his grasp and dragged under the water by something. He tried to hold on to her but his hand was slippery and the force pulling her was too strong.
“No!” He screamed as the limp body was pulled from his grasp. “What the FUCK! HELP!” The realization that he should run for his life caused him to start moving towards the shore.
His senses told him that something was behind him but he did not dare look around and made a greater effort to get to the bank. He clambered up the side not caring if the thorn bushes scratched him. Go, go, go, go he cheered himself on.
He turned around to look for Tracy in the water or along the beach, feeling sure the predator was in the water, until something hit him in the face with a force that knocked him on his back. “God!” he cried out.
He tried to locate his attacker but there was nothing. He struggled to get up not noticing that something sharp had scratched his belly.
Still naked and afraid, Johan ran, cutting his feet, and stumbling on rocks, trying to put as much distance between him and the river as possible. He ran towards the party, running for help.
“Help! Help!” he screamed into the silence.
He heard breathing behind him but knew that if he looked around he would be dead. Run Johan, run, run, run….he coached.
As he sped towards the house he felt something grab him around his middle. He struggled to get free and then felt a burning sensation as something cut into the flesh of his abdomen. Fear gave him extra strength and he pulled away with one last effort. He cut went deep into his flesh but he was free again.
The sounds of the party came to his ears and he ran in that direction. Something grabbed his leg and as he pulled away. He once again felt the burning sensation as his leg was cut open as if by a razor sharp knife. FUCK!
He began to feel pain from the wound in his stomach and as he clutched it with his one hand he realized that he was bleeding. He also felt the trickle of blood down his leg.
The pain became agony as he pushed on. His body was covered with in a shiny layer of sweat, which formed tiny rivulets mixing with his blood.
He pushed on like a steam engine, remembering how he had run long distance Marathons at school. He tried to forget the pain and concentrate on his running.
He heard a laugh behind him. It sounded like a frog croaking.
Then it felt as if a red-hot poker was rammed into his ass tearing it wide open. FUCK, what the FUCK…
Wildly, without breaking his stride he reached behind him but there was nothing. He wanted to stop but instinct kept him going.
Pain …. Unbearable … Sweet pain…
He looked down and saw that his penis that was so proud and strong only moments before had shrunk almost completely into his body. Blood flowing from the wound in his stomach crawled over his navel and found a path to his manhood where it dripped to the ground.
He knew that his life was flowing out of him as he heard his blood drip onto the ground like raindrops.
In his state he wondered if his blood would give life to the grass and bushes that it dripped onto.
Something tore inside him bringing tears to his eyes. He knew that he was weakening as something grabbed him around his legs. The pain in his buttocks become worse as he felt movement there, his bowels had emptied themselves from fright.
The thing around his legs was hot and slimy. The grip became tighter and causing him to trip. He met the ground very hard.
Immediately he tried to get up but as he did so, he looked down and an agonized expression crossed his face as he realized that it was his own intestines that were wrapped around his legs and that they were still pulling tighter as they flowed from his anus.
His stomach burned and he clutched it with both hands, falling to the ground and curling up like a fetus in the womb.
He became aware that something was moving up towards his throat like a python circling and squeezing its prey.
He screamed as loud as he could with every last bit of strength that he still possessed.
His colon started circling around his neck. Round and round it slithered, tightening and cutting of his oxygen slowly but surely.
He started convulsing, his mouth opened to scream but all that came out was blood and spit as his eyes started popping out of their sockets. Blood came from his nose and ears in streams.
“NO!”
Somewhere in his head he heard African drums beaten vigorously as permanent darkness overcame him.
The little figure next to him started scratching all over the body with razor sharp fingernails that looked more like claws.
It laughed again as it dug into Johan’s chest and pulled his heart out. Still pumping and dripping blood the heart was held up high in the air. The creature opened its mouth wide and swallowed the organ in one gulp...
The drums beat on while the creature moved the body around and laid it out in a specific position.
Johan’s body convulsed once more and then was quiet. Peter heaved another bale of hay towards the cows, watching them turn to gobble up the sweet grass. It was hot and Peter felt as if he could just fall into the hay and sleep away the dizziness of the mampoer he had drunk earlier.
As he sat down on the grass, he felt something small and uncomfortable under his leg. As he lifted it, he saw a small, yellow tooth. Must be the fang from some animal, Peter drunkenly thought.
He put the fang in his pocket and lay down. The cows bellowed around him in the late afternoon sun, but Peter didn’t care. He preferred to enjoy the dizziness brought over him. That way, he didn’t have to think, didn’t have to feel…
“Yoh, Peter get up!” Big John shook him out of his drunken state.
“Hmm, what?”
“Get up! What are you doing?” Big John knew exactly what Peter was doing. He was on another drinking binge, trying to forget the love he had lost.
Peter got up, stumbling over his own feet. Big John helped him to walk back to his house, feeling the need to make sure that he safely gets to his bed to sleep off the alcohol.
“Hey, look what I found in the hay today.” Peter said, fumbling in his pocket for the fang. “Must be some jackal trying to get to the animals again.”
Big John took one look at the fang and snatched it out of Peter’s hand. “This, this is witchcraft! The Sangoma’s use there to curse you! It’s the fang of a Tokoloshe!”
“A Tokoloshe?” Peter found it quite strange for Big John to act this way.
“Get rid of it Peter, quickly.” Big John said and threw it as hard as he could in the direction of the mountain.
“Hey!” Peter said through the liquor slur.
“Let’s get you home.” Big John said, ignoring Peter’s protest. Big John knew that being in possession of such a fang can only mean one thing.
Danger.
Big John helped Peter to his front porch and said, “You ok?”
“Yes…” Peter said and walked to the door. “I’ll be fine.”
Big John watched
as Peter closed the door.
“Ai, whena!” Big John said before walking home to his hut.
Peter went straight to his room, falling onto the bed. A dove chirped at his windowsill and he glanced at it. There, on the windowsill, lay something…
Peter got up to look what it was. The fang Big John had thrown away now perched at his window, glistening in the late afternoon sun.
“What the hell?” Peter said.
He picked up the yellow fang and walked outside. Either the liquor is getting to me or I am going crazy… Peter thought.
He made a small hole in the soil below his windowsill and dropped the fang in it. After closing the hole, Peter got up and walked back into his house, tired and dizzy.
