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 THIRTEEN I AM CAUGHT PEEPING My companion and I returned to the hut and found her partner just waking. Yawning, she made a little pout as she saw our naked forms slip through the doorway, showing her disappointment at not having been roused to join us in our morning romp. After a breakfast feast of boiled bananas, roasted plantains, cassava, some stewed leafy vegetables from the forest, and a tasty portion of meat, the girls disappeared, leaving me free to wander about. They had given me a loincloth to wear to reduce the wear and tear on my cock by lessening the risk of my being raped by the first group of naked women I encountered. Donning the short garment, I set forth, hoping to find a way to escape through the jungle once I had obtained possession of their fertility idol. The sun's heat was already burning off the early morning coolness and the jungle was turning steamy. The village had come to life since we had first passed through, with families chattering happily as they breakfasted together in front of their thatched hovels. Children played while their mothers chided, just like civilized folk, running about and playing hide and seek and cowboys and indians--the cannibal versions of these familiar games being no more brutal than our own innocent sport. All around, little groups were forming as the natives prepared to go about their daily chores. A half-dozen naked lovelies caught my attention as they set off into the jungle carrying baskets, apparently to gather fruit. I was not alone in my interest. Four stout young lads, ferociously painted and carrying spears, slipped stealthily into the jungle behind them. Staying discreetly behind, I trailed them into the rain forest along a track that was little more than a meandering game trail, hoping to find a route for my escape. While the young warriors moved as quietly as if they were stalking game, the girls further ahead were laughing and playing cheerfully, the sound of their passage echoing through the greenery. The slight trail twisted and turned, and I would have been hopelessly lost if I hadn't kept the last black ass before me well in sight. Suddenly I heard a shriek following by several faint cries. And then, a peal of excited laughter. Peering through the vines, I saw that the hunters had overtaken their prey and the young girls were smiling as they set their baskets carefully aside. The captured maidens crowded together in a circle, cunts quivering as they stared at the fiercely painted warriors--boys no older than themselves with youthful cocks that were swollen and pointing menacingly. Although the girls reacted as if their maidenheads were at stake, fucking was obviously as much on their minds as it was on the boys', and they didn't seem the least bit hesitant about interrupting their chores for a bit of cock. Trying to suppress their laughter, they made a token defense of their honor by flinging themselves on the naked boys, only to have themselves immobilized and their bottoms smacked hard. In defeat, they were positioned submissively with their bums in the air. Their randy captors marched around the circle, soundly swatting one upturned bottom after another while the girl's shrieks broke the jungle stillness. Leaving the girls with their asses up in the air, the boys stepped back to enjoy the display. And what a pretty sight they made. Their lean thighs, immodestly spread to maintain their balance, made pretty frames for their secret charms, the glistening pinkness adding a nice spot of color midst all that dark flesh. The boys poked and pinched one bulging bottom after another, comparing and pointing out the differences, while the girls peeked up at them from between their legs, enjoying the attention. There being a shortage of ravishers, the girls began wiggling their asses teasingly, openly competing for the available cocks. One maiden was culled from the group and made to stand and pose for her attackers, assuming one improper position after another in order to fully display her various body parts and orifices. She bore the affront with humility, only the trace of a grin shadowing her features, and the leader of the band stepped forward and slipped his prick into her yearning crack as a reward. But he immediately pulled away from her and ordered her to raise her bottom in the air again. Her agitated slit stood out as vividly as her asshole, but he ignored it. Inserting his prick into her bottom, he began fucking her in earnest. The girl groveled like a dog, her hands digging into the dirt trying to brace herself against the young warrior's heavy blows. Her arms folded, and he grasped her hips. Holding her like a wheelbarrow, he continued to stab hard blows between her legs while she ate dirt and her tits dragged the ground. Another, more gentler, stud got into the act, pulling the chubbiest member of the group of gaping girls away for his pleasure. He lay on his back and invited her to lower herself atop him with her bum over his face. This she did, shifting her position until her asshole was squarely over his grinning countenance. He drew his tongue up and down the length of the dark ravine that separated her bottom cheeks. The delicate titillation set her to giggling. Poking and stabbing her asshole with his tongue, he quickly had her squealing with delight while leaving his cock free for another. He immediately motioned for another girl to join them, and one did, straddling his hips and sinking to her knees with her passion pit centered over his free-standing prick. She caught the tip and wiggled her cunt down over the stout pole. In that manner, he was able to accommodate one of the surplus girls. Impatient for their own ravishing, the three unoccupied girls did not wait to be asked, but set upon the remaining pair of warriors fully as if they had been the attackers themselves. I wished that I had the necessary apparatus to take moving pictures so that I could share the excitement of the spectacle with the good people of the church upon my return from my adventure. Surely some of those stodgy old patriarches would temper their views if they could actually witness the refreshing purity of uninhibited sex amongst the younger folk. How much better off we would be as civilized people if we took a leaf from the heathens and taught our young people to use their cocks and cunts fully as effectively as we teach them to use guns and swords! Ah, but forgive me; I'm sermonizing. But do, please, heed the moral of my words. Suffice it to say that the jungle atmosphere was filled with the sound of shrieks and laughter punctuated by the slapping of balls against bottoms and the delightful slurping squish of genitals uniting while glowing sperm filled lascivious bellies. It was hard to imagine the small troupe demonstrating more variations on a theme--here, an ass in the air . . . there, a pair of lips choking on a long-cocked bugger . . . a classic soixante-neuf display in the center of the glade. . . . over under a tree, a young stud taking on a trio of maidens. . . . There was no jealously among them; they all shared alike, switching partners as easily as if they were waltzing on a ballroom dance floor rather than rutting in the jungle. The chubby girl let out a sudden shriek, having been bitten on the bottom by a new boy under her. She squatted lower and took her revenge, letting go with a golden stream that sizzled from between her legs to bathe his chest. He cursed. She laughed and leaned forward, dragging her tits across his soiled chest to give him a blowjob. Her cheeks soon filled with sperm. All in all, it was good, clean fun. All around, girls were either gobbling spunk, slurping desperately, determined not to waste a drop, or clasping boys' bottoms tightly to them while their sturdy cunts drained semen as fast as it could be ejected. The youths were remarkably innovative. They adopted positions as the situation presented itself, forming couplings I've yet to see illustrated in the literature of lust. A softened prick would quickly be stiffened again, sometimes orally and sometimes just from the friction of being rubbed between a pair of lovely breasts. And then there were the kisses--mouths still dripping with love juices sharing the taste with the fucker who had produced it. Sometimes, even, girls joined with girls--there being a surplus of the fair sex--and pushed gobs of semen from tongue to tongue. There was no way, considering the provocation, to prevent my own cock from reacting to the spectacle, and I couldn't resist slipping a hand under my loincloth to massage my tingling member. A quiet clucking startled me, and I turned to see I was being observed by another. It was the toothless old woman I had observed that morning cooking breakfast for her grandchildren. She shook her head, admonishing me, I suppose, that if I didn't stop what I was doing, I would soon go blind or my hair would fall out. Besides, she had a better plan for my cock. Squatting between my legs, the old woman pushed aside my loincloth and licked the head of my dick, cleaning away the oily discharge that had begun to lubricate the tip. Her toothless gums chewed on the staff while her tongue slobbered over it. The old lady was certainly no stranger to a prick. She handled it expertly, tickling the sensitive seam along the underside before tracing the deep groove that circled its inflamed head. It was probably the first circumcised prick she had ever seen, and I imagine she thanked Zogli for allowing her to observe such a phenomenon in her declining years. I, too, breathed a silent prayer of thankfulness to my god for sending her my way. She was just what I needed after the intense visual stimulation I had just been through. In deference to the lady's age, I tapped her on the shoulder and gave her a second's warning before filling her mouth with my pungent broth. Eyes sparkling, she drank down every drop as it poured forth. Observing with delight that a full ejaculation did little more than take the edge off my rugged cock, she turned and bent before me. A pair of legs, each thicker than both of mine, served as pillars to support an ass that was proportionately large. Nevertheless, it was the most appealing part of her aged anatomy. She reached back and spread the big hams with her hands to reveal a bottomhole that was more copious than any I had ever seen. It was enticing, indeed. Not wanting to disappoint such an elderly admirer, I stepped forward and pressed the tip of my prick to the dark hole. The channel was fully as large as a cunt and accepted my cock easily. With a grunt, I pressed my hips against her plump, round bottomcheeks, filling her completely. She held her position admirably for such an old woman while I worked the clinging channel. My prick came through once again and poured cream into her hole until it was streaming down her thighs. Somewhere about then, I'm afraid, I lost all reserve, and I fucked that old woman from one end to the other before we were finished. If she hadn't had a strong heart, I do believe she would have expired right then and there--from exhaustion, if not from ecstasy. I found her cunt opening was big enough to completely engulf my chin and my nose as well, but once my cock was inside, her internal membranes settled comfortably around it--though loose enough to prolong my fuck and make it a memorable experience for both of us. Between fucks, she would wipe my prick clean with the leathery flaps of her tits, and then we would have at it again. All thoughts of the lusty youngsters laughing and playing on the other side of the trees faded from my mind as I became completely enamored in the remarkable old woman. She was still peppy, but the head of my cock was bumping my knees when she finally led me back to the village. And, had she not led me back, I would have been hopelessly lost. Although my passions were sated, I was nowhere nearer finding a way out of the jungle that I had been when I started. ___________________________________________________________________________ __________________ Chapter Fourteen at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/paganprincess/chapter14.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