Lost in the Jungle

[The Preacher]

I heard her speak, and felt her touch on his shoulder. I turned around sensitively.

"Kofisa, kumanuran, ossi nawa ki harisha"

I bid her goodnight and went off to my lion skin, and lay down, my back to the ground and watching the stars in quiet anger at myself, a slight confusion had entered my mind and I prayed for her to leave me alone, unsure of myself.

 

[Joy_B]

As he spoke I tried to understand, I tried so hard but I had no idea. He just left me and layed down. I still sat by the food watching him as he stared at the stars.

My eyes wandered a bit, noticing how beautifully the moonlight reflected over his beautiful, muscular body. I cought my eyes fixed on his large manhood and couldn't help but feel a little excited. It was so much larger than my boyfriends, that asshole...

I turned away feeling guiltly about looking so much and picked silently at the food not precisely sure what he expected me to do, and pretty nervous about sleeping after the tiger incident.

 

[The Preacher]

I did this a lot, stare at the stars aimlessly, random, incoherant thoughts would pass through my mind as I drifted off to sleep. However, I found it difficult tonight. I looked up at her occasionally, stealing glances. I had never seen a woman, at least, never remembered the experience. I looked at her pretty face, no longer seemed like a painted demon to me, I had, quickly, developed an affection for her. It was an emotion I had not experienced before, and it unsettled me somewhat.

It was confusing. I continued to stare at her, as she finished her meal.

 

[Joy_B]

Her heart quivered and she put the food back. Then wrapped it in a couple leaves and stuck it in the corner, unsure where he stored his food... he probobally didn't. She shrugged and sgihed a bit.

Yawning, she stretched a bit. Her shirt was all dirty and pretty torn up. She had a sports bra underneath so she peeled off the shrit and used it as a pillow. Curling up on a small bit of fur she'd found she tried to sleep. But wrestless her eyes remained open watching the leaves, and the thick of the jungle for anything that might be moving out there.

 

[The Preacher]

I saw her lay down nearby, her clothing coming off, only to reveal more clothing! This was indeed bizarre, how much clothes did these people wear? I decided to examine the garment, I walked over to her kneeling down, rubbing the shirt between my thumb and forefinger. It felt smooth, as I looked into her eyes, focused on my face, as I lay down beside her. I tried not to look at her in the eye, and focused on the shirt, which her small head was resting on.

 

[Joy_B]

I saw him get up and head towards me, my body tensed a little but I was relieved that at least something was happening. Granted I was tired, but this entire situation was just... awkward to put it mildly, He knelt before me and I bit my bottom lip. He reached towards me and I started pushing myself up onto my elbow.

His hand traveled to my shirt/pillow and he started feeling it curiously. I suppose he'd never really probobally seen clothes, as he, as I of course couldn't help but notice, wore none. I smiled softly and watched him, he was very much a man, but now he seemed so much like a child, confused and curious. I paused,

"Shirt."

I tried helpfully.

I sat up and crossed my legs sitting indian style, watching him. I guestured to the clothes I was still wearing, and the shirt,

"Clothes."

 

[The Preacher]

I was beginning to learn the monosyballic words now.

"Why?" I asked simply, genuine confusion slapped on my face. I watched her, looking over me, equally as embarrased, and, presumably confused as I. My voice was lilting and melodic as I asked her, possibly more native English sounding. I released the garment, and lay down beside her in a friendly manner, but I asked her again as she seemed to dwell on my question.

"Why?" I repeated.

 

[Joy_B]

I paused a little hesitant with an answer, because it wasn't decent. But of course he wouldn't understand indecency, or civilization, or modesty.

I bit my lip and looked over again at him confused, searching for the right term... exasperated I blurted,

"To be polite. Decent."

I bit my lip a bit, pulling out the "Scarlet Pimprenal" and gesturing towards the picture on the front of Percy and Marguerite, a handsome suite and a beautiful gown.

"Beauty."

 

[The Preacher]

Polite? Decent? What did these words mean? Clothes struck me as an unnecessary luxury, a sign of arrogance and indulgence. I signed in exasperation.

She showed me a picture from the book. The characters looked interesting and exotic, however the clothes still did not appeal to me. I shrugged disinterestedly, almost affronted. After a few moments, I decided to test these terms of decency.

"De-cen-cy." I pointed to myself. "Olambe NOT de-cen-cy?"

 

[Joy_B]

She frowned when he asked if he wasn't decent wavering alittle unsure. He was allright, I mean he lived in the jungle where it was ok, she supposed. But in public no he wasn't... s

She flipped through and pointed to a picture of a city.

"Olambe not decent, here."

She pointed around to the Jungle.

"Olambe decent, here."

She looked at him hopefully,

"Understand?"

 

[The Preacher]

I wasn't sure of the difference, but felt vaguely affronted and hurt by her words, most of which I didn't understand, but this word "decency" seemed to have a positive connotation that I was not. I had no interaction with others before, so I had no way to deal with it other than lying next to her, staring back into space, desperately not trying to make eye contact as I drifted slowly to sleep.

 

[Joy_B]

Joy immediately felt guitly as she noticed his gaze shift away, looking sadly at the star. She bit her lip and let her head sink down crossing her arms around her legs.

"I'm sorry..."

She sighed and looked at the book then back and smiled at him. She gestured around at the jungle.

"You decent here..."

Her eyes roved over his face, the childlike innocence, but his face had an amazing hard beauty to it.

"Handsome..."

She put her hand on his cheek.

"Olambe is beautiful."

She smiled once then turned and rolled over laying down and falling to sleep.

 

[The Preacher]

I smiled at her comment. Her beautiful face, fresh, new. Her pale skin had become more attractive over time. I had genuine effection for her. But as she turned aside, my feelings grew more than that, I cast my eyes down to her waist, her ass, and I began to crave her with previously unknown sexual desire. I gently rested my hand on her waist and began to let my fingers trickle down her hips. I wasn't sure exactly what to do next, I had no idea of what her values were, the standards. I placed my arm around her, and began to massage her protected breast, slowly, waiting for a reaction.

 

[Joy_B]

I started suddenly as his hands moved to my hips, but I didn't move pretending to be asleep. Maybe he was just being protective? But as his strong hand moved up towards my breasts, moving over them lovingly I knew what was probobally on his mind. But how could he even know about that... this was the jungle? Of course he knew... it's instinct. I swallowed hard my toes curling and lips pursing.

The massage wasn't unwelcome, surprising, but pleasant. And I found myself rolling over a little, giving him better access. My face turned towards his pursing my lips a little nervous. I gave him a small smile, his face was curious, but underneath the large innocent eyes, I could see the familiar face of lust.

"Olambe...?"

My eyes drifted for a moment in a southern direction, getting a glance at his form, completely. His arousal was growing a little more obvious and it brought my own. I looked up at him curiously, what was his ideas of sex... love... he'd lived in the jungle his entire life, no doubt what position he'd probobally choose.. she'd never .. ever... done that. She smiled a little, only taken once by a man and so eager to do it again... with a wild, handsome man. There was something intensely erotic about all of this... but something so... perfect too..

 

[The Preacher]

I started to increase the pressure my hands were giving to her breasts, and I felt her nipples harden against the stiff fabric of her bra. My cock began to harden and brush against her thighs, hidden still under the strange fabric covering her legs. It was all so strange, so new.

"Olambe...?"

Immediately I stopped, and turned away in shame. On occasion, almost spontaneously, this would happen, and I'd get strange, inexplicable feelings, and my cock would become hard. I'd found that rubbing it, ejaculating, would relieve this problem.

So, with my back to her, I began to stroke myself quickly, hoping to relieve myself of the shame I'd brought us.

 

[Joy_B]

Again he pulled away and she could help but sigh. God could she say nothing right? She bit her lip and rolled over, not knowing what else to do.

She felt his elbow gently touch her back then turned to see his hand shaking really fast. Further investigation found him to be jerking off, right in front of her. Surprised and taken aback she pushed herself up and walked to the other side of the camp holding her arms tightly around her.

She couldn't get the image out of her mind though, his eyes that is. The face of confusion and lust that had greeted her first, before the shame. She smiled softly wishing she'd done something differently. She hated how hard it was to communicate, how he didn't understand. She hated to hurt him.

 

[The Preacher]

She left me alone, as I continued to pump my cock with my hand, imagining what would happen had she not been...offended? I didn't know what I would do, or what actually would happen. However, I continued to stroke myself, finding it difficult to get off on my side, I stood up, my hand still grasping my huge thick cock. I leaned back, re adjusted my hand, around the base of my shaft, with my knuckles touching my balls and continued to release my lust. Suddenly, I convulsed as I came, roaring at the top of my lungs as I did. Semen came out in waves, seemingly boiling with heat, as it splashed on the ground, almost searing the soil.

I looked over my shoulder, she was standing looking out, slowly, I began to walk over to her. Not in lust anymore, but merely to touch her, and make sure she was alright.

 

[Joy_B]

OOC: Sorry bout that delay been a stressfull week.

IC:

I heard his loud cry and turned in surprise, expecting him to be in some sort of pain or maybe there was a tiger. I drew back as I saw his load being released in a giant shower, wave after wave of pleasure spraying out as he heaved in exauhstion. My god he looked like he'd just run an olympic race. I spun away before he could catch me watching, my breathing getting a little quicker. No matter what I wanted, I was instantly aroused by his blatant animalistic way.

I licked my lips nervously glancing halfway over my shoulder. I felt his breath on my neck and swallowed hard. I was almost certain he could smell my pheremones rising. My entire body trembled, I slowly slid my hand down to the front of my pants rubbing the dampening spots lightly. Well he'd just jacked off in front of me... what would be so wrong if I did a little one-on-one... wouldn't be the first time I'd done it with a guy watching. But somehow with him everything was more erotic.

 

[Kelson]

OOC) Simply Amazing

Although I hate to interrupt the story at all, I'd like to say I'm loving the story. Great job on both parts, really very nice...can't wait to see more (or get involved eventually, if there is ever a role up)!

 

[The Preacher]

OOC : Thank you for your kind words

IC : As I placed my head near her neck, I breathed heavily, still somewhat short of breath from my solo effort. I noticed she was also trembling and breathing heavily. I closed my eyes slowly, and began to bring my lips close to her neck, as I looked down her body. I could see down her bra, a line of cleavage, what it led to I did not know, but an instinct in me wanted to rip the barrier of clothes off her.

I saw her hand slip down her pants and slowly seemed to grind itself against her crotch. Her jeans strained against the pressure of a hand being in her pants, and it looked uncomfortable. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but my eyes fixated on it and my cock, wet with cum, began to touch her thighs, though, not as personal as I may have wanted.

I brought my arm around her, and undid her button fly, many devices in nature were similar to buttons and I had little trouble. As I opened her jeans, I pressed my hand against hers, massaging herself.

 

[Joy_B]

I closed my eyes as I felt the skin of his cheek graze against my own. I felt his hardness slipping by my leg and his hand working at my pants and let out a soft whimper, of protest... of encouragement, even I wasn't sure. Taking a deep breath I allowed his hand to work at mine, rubbing deeper down, a few fingers slipping inside of my wetness. I wondered if he knew what he was doing... knew how at least to mate... maybe he did... I mean he'd lived with the animals for so many years he had to at least see something.

Her mind wandered to what he must have thought, no female of his species, how he'd vented his sexual frustrations. He must have just jacked off everytime he got aroused... how lonely that mast be..

Her free hand slipped over to the hand on her waist and pulled it up to the front of her bra, gently massaging it over her breasts... their hands in unison sending pleasure over her entire body.

 

[The Preacher]

My hand had longed for the touch of her breasts since I had, ten minutes earlier. Now that I had another chance, I was much less cautious now, I pressed her breast into her body, and pressed her nipple through the material. I felt her hand gyrate faster and faster under mine, I held her stable hard.

I placed my hand on her waist and spun her around to face me. I held her shoulders, keeping her in place. My eyes ablaze with an inner fire, searching down her body. I ripped the fabric covering her chest in two easily, exposing her breasts. I saw her open pants, which had crept halfway down her thighs, exposing the last piece of clothing, for some reason sopping wet. As I saw it, I licked my lips.

"Tanbuka, ci salamo!"

I ordered her to take off her clothes. I saw she was not responding, so I tugged at her pants lightly, indicating I wanted them off.

 

[Joy_B]

I groaned deeply wanting to feel myself brought over the edge of ecstacy, with his hands guiding the way. I closed my eyes only to open them again sharply as I felt myself whirled to face him.

I let out a small gasp as he ripped my bra away. My breasts now completely exposed to him my nipples hard from all his attentions. I swallowed hard shaking my head as I heard him speak. My hand had stopped on the initial surprise and now he was tugging at my pants.

I swallowed for a moment and then bent down, removing them, standing in non but my panties. I bit my lip lightly looking at him curiously, I wasn't sure what he had in mind and my mind was in no state to figure it out.

 

[Joy_B]

mmm.... bump?

 

[The Preacher]

I stared in pure awe of her breasts. Her nipples like two button like pink tips. I stared for several seconds, a wicked smile creeping across my face. I brought my hands up to touch her. I squeezed her left nipple between my index and middle finger, she raised her head so she was looking at the stars. Seeing her reaction, I decided to squeeze harder, this time using my thumb and forefinger. She moaned slightly.

I let go of her nipple, and brought my right hand up to massage both breasts. At first, I was trepidatious, and very lightly touched her, she brought her eyes back to my level, and stared deeply, almost primally at me, or so I thought, so I began to knead her chest harder and harder. Eventually, I bowed my head and placed my tounge on her nipple...