Message-ID: <7995eli$9804171719@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "JÖRGEN KARLSSON" <joergen.karlsson@mbox302.swipnet.se> Subject: "Jungle ecstasy" Ch. 2 & 3 (The Full second chapter) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <01bd6a41$4a839dc0$58a3f482@default> By the author: There was a great miss, made by me and no one else, when I published the first two chapters recently. The second half of the second chapter simply wasnīt there. Well... here it is; the full chapter + nr. 3. Enjoy it, folks! Jörgen "JUNGLE ECSTASY" CHAPTER 2 Hee held her breath, placed an arrow in her bow and waited. A flock of pigs, four grown and three babies, closed in on the watercourse. She smiled to herself. "Uncautious pigs", she thought. Like shooting at a tied down prey. "If only my older sisters were here... Then we could kill two of the big, fat pigs, and have food for a long time." On her own, she would only be able to drag one of the babies home. She estimated the distance to twenty-five steps, with a light contrary wind, and released the arrow. It was a careless shot. The arrow hit too high, just below the backbone. The little pig fell screaming and deadly wounded to the ground. Hee rose and started yelling. The other pigs fled in panick into the thick vegetation. She ran down to the stricken prey, that laid on the side with the blood pumping out of the wound, kicking wildly in despair and pain. She untied her small leather clothing, to prevent it from getting bloody, threw it away, and sat down naked on the little pig. With practised skill, she jerked the arrow out of its flesh and let it fall to the ground. The weight of her body alomost choked her prey, that struggled for its life. The sensation of the fighting body, with its rough skin rubbing against her cunt, sent hot and sexy waves through her young and slender body. She sat like that until the giant wave came, and rinsed away the tension that the long hunting trip had built up. After the orgasm had faded, she killed the pig by burying her knife into its heart. For a long, long while, she laid on her back in the grass, watching the sky, satisfied and happy. Then she went down to the water. The dry blood was all over her body. The hair between her legs were fluffy and looked a bit thicker now, she thought. Soon she would be a real woman. During the period since the last monsoon, her body had changed in many ways. Her sex had matured, from a childish-looking pussy to a grown womans cunt. Her tits had grown into a pair of delicious-looking mango fruits. Her older sisters had stopped teasing her about what they used to call "two mosquito-bites between the shoulders". She let the cold, fresh water clean her skin, and washed herself between the legs. Her mother kept telling her that no man would want to make love to a woman who tastes and smells bad "down there". Hee tried to imagine what it would be like, if a man tasted her sex. Sure, she and her girl friends had played and satisfied each other plenty of times, and she had been tasted before. But it had to be a lot different with a strong, indomitable young man. She was sure about that. After letting the sun dry her body she put on and fastened the skin around her slim waist. She let her fingers stroke the soft leather covering her pubic hair and most of her ass. Hee remembered with pride how she had killed the deer whose skin now shielded her most intimate parts. It was her first "real" prey. Smaller animals such as rabbits and birds wasnīt much to brag about, the elders used to say - but a big animal, providing meat for a whole family for several days; That was something to be proud of. She had gone hunting with her oldest sister, Meuan, who shared her life with a very well-built and strong man, and that already expected her first child. Hee enjoyed spending the days with Meuan, preferbly out in the mighty woods, with bow and arrow. One of the reasons was that Meuan was a splendid, skilled hunter - she killed more deers and pigs than any man in the tribe, and therefore had a high reputation among the others. But also because she loved listening to Meuanīs stories, that usually, in one way or another were about burning desire and bodily pleasure. She also told Hee, with great feeling, about how she and her lover, Tan, spent their nights together. And she did this without any sign of shame. One morning, when the dew-drops still shimmered in the early sun, Meuan had paused her whispering story about an insane woman from another tribe that used to fuck wild dogs. She signed to Hee to remain quiet. They lay behind a fallen tree. Meuan sniffed and hissed: "Deer!" Hee was greatful for the noisy parrots high above them. Now her sister would have time to aim and shoot before the animals sensed the danger. A big male appeared first, then two females. They were about fifty steps from the sistersī hide-out. "Now itīs your turn, Hee!", she whispered and handed her the bow with an arrow resting against the string. Filled with pride and firm determination she took the bow in her hands sat up in a shooting position behind the enormous tree. Her naked body was completely still for a moment. "Now Iīm going to shoot myself a waist-skin!", she thought when she saw the big animal with the gigantic horns. She aimed at the spot on the chest were she knew the heart was. The male didnīt move, so when she released the arrow she knew that she wouldnīt miss. The death was immediate. The arrow pierced its heart. The scared female deers took off. Together the sisters ran towards the stricken prey, Meuan with her knife raised, to finish the deer. When she saw that it wasnīt necessary, that the arrow had hit where it should, she lowered the knife and caressed her younger sister. "What a shot! Straight in the heart. He never knew what hit him, poor deer. Ha ha ha... My sister - the hunter!" Hee watched the huge body, and felt dizzy. "It was me - I killed it!", she thought and started cirkling the body. Meuan fell in behind her. Their walk changed into a dance around Heeīs first "real" prey. Hee let out hoarse, triumphant screams and danced wilder, wilder... until she lost her balance and fell over the dead animal. Dizzy, overwhelmed by the feeling of being a "real" hunter, she started laughing, laying on her back over the animalīs body. "A nice and warm skin rug", she giggled. Meuan proudly watched her younger sister. Naked, with her legs apart. The pubic hair was thin and still kind of childish-looking, but her thighs and ass had already started maturing nicely. The moist glimmered in her labia, and Meuan understood her excitement too well. As an answer to her thoughts, Hee started stroking herself without the slightest sign of shame. Her movements were practised. A young womanīs self-fondling, no longer a girlīs. Meuan enjoyed the sight. The handīs middle finger cirkled her "pearl", with increasing speed and pressure. Hee roared when the orgasm washed through her trembling body. Hee remembered the hunting trip with Meuan, and how she had skinned the deer herself and prepared the skin that now covered her sex. It was getting dark. Hee thought that it would take a lot of strength to make it all the way home, with her extra weight, but she would make it. CHAPTER 3 Meanwhile, almost half a days walk up north, her sister Loutot were gathering herbs and plants. She wandered in a risky area that did not belong to her tribe, with a long knife as sole protection. Nobody back home knew she was here. She wanted to keep her find to herself. Loutot was a year older than Hee and had recently been given her parents consent to find hereself a man. "Now Iīm a woman", she thought with pride. No more fondling- or licking-games with her girlfriends. The next one to touch her sex would be a man. Loutot had for a long time been fantasizing about getting fucked, but the dreams hadnīt been enough. For a shorter period she had used fruits and vegetables to please her lust, but they simply felt cold and dead. It was nicer and more fulfilling to get licked, even if there seemed to be a dark void inside her, screaming to be filled. To be embraced by a strong and handsome young man who jammed his erected manhood into her, again and again... so full of power and warmth. So full of life and rut... But first he would have to prove that he was worthy to stand beside her. Loutot cupped her hands around the breasts. Then brushed against the small nipples, teasing them. Fascinated she watched as they grew larger, to the size of finger-tips. The nipples and the area around them were almost black, in contrast to her rather light brown skin. She sat like that, with one hand stroking her young breasts, and the other moving in cirkles over the stomach. The palm of her hand inwards, the fingers slightly bent. Her finger-nails drew invisible rings around the navel. Then... down, to the thighs. Loutot tormented herself, made herself wait. She built up the pleasure, until her entire body vibrated by horniness. Laying on her back, she caressed herself through the soft deer-skin. The finger-nails scratched lightly on the leather that hid her cunt. Little spasms of delight ran through her beautiful, slim body. Sobbing, she exposed herself and started working on her furry cunt. While the left handīs fingers started to pinch harder and harder in the erected nipples, the right hand massaged her red, moisting sex-mouth. The thumb moved in rapid circles around the clit, closer, closer... She watched the sky and shrieked out her orgasm. At that very moment, the clouds swallowed the sun. A big bird of prey swept past, high above Loutot, and she wished that she too had wings. It felt as if she had just flewn, far, far away, into the unknown, died a wonderful death and then been washed up on the beach like a panting fish. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |