25-02-2019, 03:21 PM
Aiko wondered if he intended to take her anally. She thought it unlikely would because her own clansmen did not believe in wasting baby-making material by unloading their sperm anywhere except in the hot box that produced the next generation.
Silently, both men grasped her breasts, relishing the shape, feel and colour of her feminine mango-shaped globes.
Aiko sighed. After almost a week in the jungle, she had become used to its odours, especially the fragrance of the jungle, the smell of unfamiliar food, the odour of crushed arrieras ants, which she had learned, repelled mosquitoes, and even the scent of people who, although they kept themselves clean, knew nothing of deodorants.
Aiko closed her eyes to block out her sense of sight. She wanted to use only her sense of touch. She concentrated on it and on the sound two men's heavy breathing and occasional grunt. With most of her other sense shut off, she shuddered at the urgent sensuality of their touching.
After a while, the men tugged down at her arms in a way indicating to her they wanted her to get down onto the reed mat. She wasn't sure what position they wanted but they soon made their wishes clear; they wanted her on her hands and knees. She obliged them.
One of the men pushed her head down toward the ground, forcing her ass to tilt upwards. He joined his clansman behind her. Aiko briefly opened. Glancing backwards, she saw unrestrained lust in their eyes as they admired her womanly attributes. They examined everything, her heart-shaped ass, her little brown rear exit and her swollen lower lips and her stiff little clitoris. She smiled, wiggling her bum at them in invitation. Male sexual hunger turned her on. She was their sex goddess. She was, for now at least, the centre of their world, Mother Earth in need of fertilization. Aiko closed her eyes again.
The men exchanged words. The one who had been fondling her bottom put his mouth to her pussy. He lick up and down her tasty slit.
'I guess it's his turn to feast at my fur pie,' she thought. She sighed. It excited her to have his tongue explore the folds of her labia and lap across her erotic nub. The growing tingling in her pussy announced an increase in the wetness between her legs.
The man lapping at her pussy smacked his lips. Apparently, he enjoyed the taste of her sweet Japanese juices. He stepped away to let his fellow clansman taste her too. They took turns for several minutes.
Meanwhile, Aiko's own lustful desires increased. She wanted and needed a man inside her. She wanted them to mate with her like a rutting animals.
Aiko wiggled her bum again, tilting herself even more to expose her pussy even more to their insatiable admiration.
The two men stopped again but only to exchange a few more words. Both were breathing heavily. Obviously, they were deciding what to do and who would do it. Aiko had no idea what they had in mind. She assumed they were discussing who would go first. Whatever they decided, she decided, she would learn soon enough. And she would probably enjoy it.
Silently, both men grasped her breasts, relishing the shape, feel and colour of her feminine mango-shaped globes.
Aiko sighed. After almost a week in the jungle, she had become used to its odours, especially the fragrance of the jungle, the smell of unfamiliar food, the odour of crushed arrieras ants, which she had learned, repelled mosquitoes, and even the scent of people who, although they kept themselves clean, knew nothing of deodorants.
Aiko closed her eyes to block out her sense of sight. She wanted to use only her sense of touch. She concentrated on it and on the sound two men's heavy breathing and occasional grunt. With most of her other sense shut off, she shuddered at the urgent sensuality of their touching.
After a while, the men tugged down at her arms in a way indicating to her they wanted her to get down onto the reed mat. She wasn't sure what position they wanted but they soon made their wishes clear; they wanted her on her hands and knees. She obliged them.
One of the men pushed her head down toward the ground, forcing her ass to tilt upwards. He joined his clansman behind her. Aiko briefly opened. Glancing backwards, she saw unrestrained lust in their eyes as they admired her womanly attributes. They examined everything, her heart-shaped ass, her little brown rear exit and her swollen lower lips and her stiff little clitoris. She smiled, wiggling her bum at them in invitation. Male sexual hunger turned her on. She was their sex goddess. She was, for now at least, the centre of their world, Mother Earth in need of fertilization. Aiko closed her eyes again.
The men exchanged words. The one who had been fondling her bottom put his mouth to her pussy. He lick up and down her tasty slit.
'I guess it's his turn to feast at my fur pie,' she thought. She sighed. It excited her to have his tongue explore the folds of her labia and lap across her erotic nub. The growing tingling in her pussy announced an increase in the wetness between her legs.
The man lapping at her pussy smacked his lips. Apparently, he enjoyed the taste of her sweet Japanese juices. He stepped away to let his fellow clansman taste her too. They took turns for several minutes.
Meanwhile, Aiko's own lustful desires increased. She wanted and needed a man inside her. She wanted them to mate with her like a rutting animals.
Aiko wiggled her bum again, tilting herself even more to expose her pussy even more to their insatiable admiration.
The two men stopped again but only to exchange a few more words. Both were breathing heavily. Obviously, they were deciding what to do and who would do it. Aiko had no idea what they had in mind. She assumed they were discussing who would go first. Whatever they decided, she decided, she would learn soon enough. And she would probably enjoy it.
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