Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Goodheart and the Pagan Princess, an erotic novel by Dern Goode GOODHEART AND THE PAGAN PRINCESS by DERN GOODE Copyright (C) 2002 by Dern Goode CHAPTER TWELVE PLUNDERING FORBIDDEN FRUIT I could not have slept long, for the first rays of sunlight peeking through the cracks in the walls of the bamboo hut brought me to wakefulness. Without opening my eyes, I tightened my hold on the tender-fleshed maid I was cuddled to and tried to return to what surely must have been a dream. Could it really be possible I had stumbled onto such a plethora of sexual delight? For if it was, I had surely been admitted to paradise, if not heaven itself. The delightful creature in my arms yawned and stretched, and my thoughts immediately returned to mundane reality as the rubbing of her body against mine brought my driver back to a state of excitement. My manly pole pressed comfortably against her warm bottom. I heard a chuckle of satisfaction, and she lifted her thigh so that it could slip between her legs and press against her cunt. I pulled back, set the head, and slipped it right up into her glovelike sheath. Her cunt was smooth and velvety, its clasping grasp as delightful a way to start the morning as a kiss. With another tender young maiden snuggled to my back, movement was not only impossible--it was unnecessary. My thighs pressed against my sleeping partner's cushiony ass, and the tensing of my stomach and groin muscles provided my steely pole an inch or so of movement inside her slippery confines, which was all that was necessary to return our emotions to the heat of the previous evening. I wrapped a hand around her thatched mount and worked my fingers between the folds of her wet slit. Using her own warm juices for lubrication, I gently rubbed her clitoris while I twitched inside her, slowly and smoothly. She shuddered almost immediately with a powerful orgasm. Nor was the excitement lost on me, and I began pumping her full of morning cream as my cock moved gently in and out of her cunt hole. Thoroughly roused by our morning fuck, the young enchantress led me outside, leaving her companions sleeping. It was a glorious morning, cool and refreshing, and I stretched and filled my lungs with fresh jungle air. She took my hand and led me through the sleeping village, neither of us concerned about our nudity or our disgracefully blotched genitals, soppy with the remnants of each other's caress. The huts were too small to contain the entire population--or perhaps mom and dad just wanted a little nighttime privacy--for black bodies dotted the landscape, sleeping in the open. They were mostly youths, cuddled in pairs, sleeping as innocently as Adam and Eve before The Fall. Sex apparently came at an early age, here, and even young boys who had yet to grow hair between their legs were curled up with girls who had just begun to break out into womanhood, the girls' delicate hands clutching their tiny pricks like lollipops. Unlike civilized lads, I thought, these young fellows probably never experienced the frustration of a wet dream. I sighed, and for a brief moment envied them their belief in a simple god like Zogli. The only other creatures that seemed to be awake at that early hour were several women preparing a communal breakfast. One peeled bananas while another roasted plantains. A third was peeling casaba root, its wet, white pulp gleaming invitingly in the long rays of the rising sun. Beside them a leathery-skinned old woman sat stirring a boiling pot. Her big ass overflowed the seat she was using, and a pair of dry tits stretched downward across her plump belly like fleshy pendants. Flashing us a toothless smile as we passed, she encouraged us with an obscene gesture that was easily understood in any language. I followed the dark-skinned maiden as if in a dream, my cock twitching gently as I watched her swaying bottom. She led me along a well-worn trail away from the village clearing. Suddenly, the path opened out into to a misty pool at the base of a gentle waterfall. We weren't the first ones to enjoy the refreshing waters that morning; a young maiden was already bathing in the pool. She blushed, a little shy at being disturbed in her privacy by a naked man, but nodded cordially and returned to her toilette. Pulling me into the cool water, my companion magically produced a bar of soap that I recognized as having come from our safari's supplies, and my soapy fingers were soon frigging her slippery cunt. Yet, I was unable to keep my eyes off the girl who shared the pool with us. Sensing my interest, my companion called her over and introduced us. She had firm, ripe tits, and, as she came into the shallower water, I saw that her crotch had been shaved. Hand motions conveyed the idea of a relationship--sisters, I guessed--with the other being younger by a year or two. But she was quite old enough for the things I had in mind, and despite her shyness, a flush had begun to cover her body, indicating the same thoughts were intriguing her. The more-experienced girl chattered away, nodding occasionally at my half-submerged prick, while her younger sister listened intently. The chattering stopped, and the young girl looked puzzled, having been asked a question. "Twan?" she said hesitantly, uttering what I already knew to be a number in their language. "Kwaya?" "Ne! Twan-kwaya!" "Twan-kwaya?" Big sister nodded with a smile, and little sister stared at me in amazement. Unable to restrain her curiosity any longer, she reached down and lifted my prick out of the water. It responded to her intense admiration by growing longer and longer. "Twan-kwaya," she breathed, staring at the masterpiece she had produced. Indeed, my tool had become a formidable weapon of love. Her sister nodded with an I-told-you-so smile and launched into a complete description of the previous evenings activities. The cock-struck girl listened with wide-eyed interest, rubbing my prick with growing fondness. I tried to ignore this intense provocation and concentrated instead on the droplets of water that still clung to her breasts, sparkling like tiny jewels. From the girl's rapt expression, it was obvious she was envious of her sister's good fortune. The older girl chuckled and turned and said something to me. Her hand motions were boldly suggestive, and it became quite clear she was offering her sister for my delight. She gave the girl a tap on the ass, and the young maid backed away to pose for my approval. She turned, exhibiting a lovely pair of thighs and a delectable bottom. Coming back around, she spread her legs just enough to reveal a slash of pink between the dainty lines of her hairless pussy lips. With a girlish giggle, her shyness melted away, and she stepped forward and grasped my cock, pressing it downward to tickle herself between the thighs with it inflamed tip. I made only a token attempt to restrain the girl. The ladies in this village seemed accustomed to having their way, and I saw no reason to deny them their pleasure. Her warm juices began to flow, coating the head of my cock as she moved it up and down, working it ever deeper between her pussy lips. Her eyes closed and her breathing deepened. She locked it in position, plugging the entrance to her love channel. I responded with a sharp upward thrust, only to be thwarted by a tight obstruction. I lunged again, but to no avail. I recoiled. The girl was a virgin! But the frustrated maiden was not to be denied. With her sister supporting her buttocks, she hooked her legs around my waist and opened herself further. She lurched upward, and with a downward plunge, impaled herself on the full length of my staff. Clinging tightly to me, her soft tits cuddled my chest and she buried her teeth in my shoulder to stifle a cry while her cunt savored its first taste of cock. I carried her out and laid her on the grassy bank to finish the task that had been so crudely started. The exciting tightness of the girl's newly-opened, unstretched cunt soon had me flooding her channel with thick, juicy gouts of sperm. She bit her lip and tears leaked from the corners of her eyes, tears of pleasure mixed with pain, but she didn't release her leg-lock on my midsection, holding me captive in her warm depths. What could I do but fuck her again? While, like any gentlemen, I avoid the practice of opening up virgins, I felt in this case that I was the innocent party, being used simply as a tool of the young lady's fancy. I couldn't help but feel the good Lord had a hand in this, but whether as punishment for the wicked or reward for the righteous was hard to tell. The Garden of Eden provides the best analogy once again, and I felt the way Adam probably felt when Eve introduced him to the apple and all the worldly pleasures derived from it. This second fuck was a more satisfactory experience for the young lady, and--while she didn't achieve an orgasm--she did babble happily throughout the ordeal. Feeling I had provided her a satisfactory introduction to the arts of love, I thanked her and rolled away from her caress. But the maiden was not finished with me yet. Having apparently formed an amorous attachment to me, she leaned over and let her tits drag along my chest while she treated me to a long, sensuous kiss. Her hand slipped down to massage my prick. Despite myself, I reacted. Shamelessly. She looked up, smiling at the erection she had produced, then swung around to give it the same attention she had just been giving my lips. Her pretty pussy opened enticingly over my face. While she squeezed my balls and nibbled on my cock, I cleaned her cunt with my tongue, driving her to several orgasms before coming in her mouth. And then, I lifted my head between her legs and tongued her asshole, just enough to let her know her body held further delights to be explored. A little later, the girl finished her toilette by threading a pretty tiara of green vines into her hair and I sent her off with a friendly pat on the ass, little realizing I had just deflowered the town virgin. ___________________________________________________________________________ __________________ Chapter Thirteen at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/paganprincess/chapter13.txt Index at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/paganprincess/index.txt Your comments are appreciated. Contact the author at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/www/contact.html