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Story #5
by Tom Bombadil
(c) Apr 1997
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Amazonia
by Tom Bombadil
via stbush@iglou.com
Section 1b
It was the giggling again. That sound brought him back to
awareness. They were back, staring through the windows. Only a
few started to move when he sat up this time, stopping when the
rest didn't budge. His pants were hanging up on the far side of
the hut, and he had some urgent business to attend to. After a
loud "Shoo" and a wave of his arms, he was alone. The shrieks and
giggles retreated into the distance. Just after he'd managed to don
his modesty, three women walked in. One was the woman who'd been
treating him, whose bed he'd apparently been sharing. The second
was somewhat older than his nurse, but looked quite similar. The
third made him stare, open mouthed.
She was almost as dark as the others, but with tan, rather than a
naturally dark skin. Her hair, highlighted by lots of sun and wind
and ocean, was a pale blonde, and her eyes were a pale blue. She
was a Nordic beauty by any standards, with a trim figure, moderate
sized breasts with large, upturned, coral nipples, and gorgeous
legs. She was dressed, like the others, in a simple grass skirt.
It took a moment before he realized he was staring.
"Hello! Am I glad to see you!" Tom was looking straight into the
eyes of the blonde woman as he spoke. Her lack of comprehension
snuck up on him, then hit him over the head.
"Do you speak English?" Nothing.
"Parlez vouz Francais?" No response.
"Sprechen sie Deutsch?" He was desperate, trying for anything she
might recognize. Tom even tried the two different native dialects
he'd picked up a little of. Absolutely nothing. The three women
spoke excitedly to one another, looking and sometimes pointing at
him and making no effort to try and communicate at all. Finally,
they stopped for a moment.
"Tom", he said, pointing to himself. When they still stared, he
repeated himself, speaking very slowly - "T-o-m."
"Tom", said the younger brunette. The older woman repeated the
word, pointing at him, and then the blonde did the same. All three
then repeated his name several times.
When there was a pause, he tried the same thing everyone in all the
bad movies do. Pointing at himself, he said "Tom", and then he
gestured towards the blonde, looking as questioningly as possible.
All three looked at him, then laughed.
The blonde pointed at him and said "Tom", then pointed at herself
and said "Marilyn". The name was slightly mangled by her accent,
but it was unmistakable.
The older woman performed the same ritual, except for calling
herself "Elizabet". The young brunette, the one who'd been nursing
him, called herself "Raquel".
If it wasn't for his urgent business, he might have stood there for
hours with his mouth open. As it was, he just managed to make it
in time. He had an audience for his task. None of the arm waving
and shooing he did made them go away, so he ended up just barely
being able to go. He felt humiliated.
The feeling he'd had back when Carlos was waving that gun at him
came back. "This can't be real," he said to himself. "Somewhere
out there is a camera, and someone's having an absolutely hysterical
time at my expense. These kind of things don't happen to Tom
Largent. They don't even happen in the movies - at least not in any
self-respecting movie. So just go with the flow, for now. Later,
when you're feeling better, find a way out."
When he made it back to the hut, all three women met him outside
and guided him to a soft mat under an awning. He sat there with
them as they fed him a meal of fruits, vegetables, nuts, and some
sort of flat bread, along with more of that sweet drink. He knew
he'd been put out there on display, but figured gawking worked both
ways. It gave him a chance to study the village and villagers.
He saw women and girls. The younger girls all looked around nine or
ten years old, the older girls all looked around fifteen or sixteen,
though it was hard for him to really tell, and the women were all
either in their early twenties or in their middle thirties and
older. There were no young children, no boys, and no men. He
didn't remember seeing any either.
Marilyn, the blonde woman with him, began to talk excitedly after
a while. Tom paid little attention to her and the other two, since
he was mesmerized by the sights around him. All of the younger
girls were running around quite naked. He saw one or two who might
be just starting puberty, but the rest were definitely still
children. Some of the older girls were also wandering around
without skirts, showing off everything. Almost all the women wore
skirts, but nothing else. Almost all, because he did see the
odd one heading for the beach wearing nothing but a tan.
His earlier observations about mixed races turned out to be valid
for the entire village, or at least the women of the village, which
was all he'd seen. The majority had black hair and showed a
distinct Polynesian heritage. The rest were a mixture of brunettes,
blondes, and redheads, with the same proportions of different eye
colours. Body styles also differed, ranging from slender to solid.
None were actually fat or obese.
Before, when he'd dealt with native villages and tribes, all of the
women he'd seen naked or near naked had been dark-skinned natives,
and he'd learned not to react to them. Now, faced with cuddly
blondes, statuesque redheads, and daring brunettes, all showing off
at least their upper bodies, his cool demeanour vanished. That's
what had excited Marilyn, and brought him the attentions of the
other two as well as a scattering of nearby people. She was
pointing at his crotch, where a distinct bulge was forming.
There wasn't much for him to do, except grin and bear up under their
scrutiny. Trying to avoid thinking about what he had been thinking,
he began wondering what he'd landed in. If there had been any
records of a village like that within five thousand miles of where
he lived, he knew he'd have heard of it. "Besides," he thought to
himself, "I've seen this movie before. The only thing missing is
an angry volcano waiting to devour my helpless self."
Half-expecting to see a nasty looking plume of smoke and ash, he
looked around, and failed to find even an innocent looking white
puff. Feeling guilty about the relief he felt, he examined the
village.
Jungle hemmed it in on three sides. Through a line of trees on the
fourth, he could see sand and sea. The sun was nearly overhead, and
even in the shade it felt hot. A light breeze from the ocean helped
keep things from becoming like an oven, and a steady supply of that
sweet drink staved off dehydration. He heard all the noises from a
busy, thriving little community, heard the booming of the surf, and
heard the laughs and shrieks from many girls coming from the
village, the forest, and the beach. About the only sound missing
was that of a male voice. That lack disturbed him. He wondered
what was going to happen when they came back.
His day went quickly, especially since he had a nap. After a dinner
of fruit, vegetables, nuts, fish, and flat bread, he slept. His
nurse slept beside him, and for the first time, to his knowledge
anyway, the other two slept in the hut as well. It surprised him
that they shared a mat, but he fell asleep before he could pursue
that line of thought.
**********
It was late morning when he woke, and the entire village was up and
about by then. He quickly acquired his retinue of young voyeurs
when they noticed he was awake. Relieving himself was definitely
a chore.
Breakfast was the same as dinner, except with different fruits, and
no fish. Feeling much stronger, he walked down to the beach. It
was beautiful - as nice as any he'd seen in real life or on
postcards. The sand was almost white and hot enough to burn, the
ocean a brilliant blue, the sky devoid of clouds, and the surf mild
because of the surrounding reef. A short walk down to the shore and
back tired him out, so he lay down in the shade for a nap.
The giggling woke him up again. His three protectors, or keepers,
he thought, since he really didn't know what they were, led him
back to the hut for dinner and another nap. His nurse crawled into
bed with him after stripping him down. None of them seemed to care
much about what he wanted at that point, so he went along with their
urgings. He still felt weak, and believed himself to be at their
mercy, so acquiescence seemed the way to survive.
**********
A touch woke him up. It was a touch he hadn't expected. Rather,
it was in a place he hadn't expected. He could still see, so it
was daylight, and a quick look out the window indicated early
evening. That touch turned into a caress, and he felt himself
respond. Without really wanting to, he opened his eyes, and saw
that Raquel, his nurse, was stretched out beside him, pressing her
whole body into his. Her hand, though, was what had disturbed his
sleep. She was stroking and fondling his cock. That was *not* the
same kind of treatment he'd received from the other nurses he had
known.
She treated him to a whole body rubbing - her whole body against
his - for several minutes while he got hard. Opening his eyes
again, he immediately went soft. The other two women were sitting
just on the other side of the hut, watching intently, as were a full
complement of faces at both windows. He pulled up the blankets
immediately and turned away from Raquel.
A few seconds later he found out that he didn't have much choice
in the matter. Two sets of hands pulled him onto his back and held
down his arms, while his nurse threw back the covers. She began
working on him again, this time by sitting on his legs and rubbing
the head of his cock against her labia. She, he could tell, was
hot and ready to go, if the wetness between her lower lips was to be
believed.
There wasn't much Tom could do against their strong arms, as weak
as he still felt, so he closed his eyes and tried to relax. He also
tried not to get hard, but failed. His rapists, as he considered
them at that moment, didn't stop. The wonderful sensation of having
his cockhead sliding up and down inside the labia of a good looking
woman was simply too much for his animal side to ignore. Despite
having his arms held down, despite feeling the stares of all those
eyes, he started to respond. His hips began moving up and down in a
slow, steady rhythm, almost by themselves.
At a signal from the older woman, Raquel knelt up over top of
Tom's cock, positioning it at the entrance to her vagina. His
thrusting stopped as he opened his eyes to watch. He almost felt
like a spectator as the young woman slowly slid down onto him. She
was tight, very tight, and he could feel every tiny movement she
made - up and down, forward and backward, and side to side. She
took her time, working her way down slowly, letting off tiny gasps
and whimpers each time she was stretched a little more.
That's when Tom felt it. The pressure wasn't much, and it
disappeared quickly, but a faint popping sensation on the head of
his cock, accompanied by her slight squeal, told him that the woman
had been a virgin.
"Holy Jesus H. Fuckin' Keerist. A Goddamn Cherry!" Tom couldn't
help saying that out loud, surprised as he was. That thought put a
new stiffness in his manhood, and he began staring into the eyes of
the former virgin now bottoming out in his lap. She was watching
him, and he could see every tiny twinge, every ripple, every naked
emotion as she continued on with something she'd never done before.
Raquel was as tight, as hot, and as wet as anyone he'd ever done it
with before. That didn't mean much, since he'd only ever bedded
three women in his life, including the one currently straddling
him. He didn't care anymore. He started a slow grind, and she
quickly learned to match the pace. He could feel when she was sore,
because she rolled with him, and when she was ready for more,
because she rolled in counterpoint. He watched her eyes as she
neared what he thought of as her first real orgasm. She was slow
and methodical, angling herself to get maximum stimulation of her
clit and rolling around to feel him all through her insides.
When she went over the edge, she took a few deep breaths, stiffened,
and sat completely still for a moment. Then she began to seriously
bounce up and down. Tom's rod was as stiff as it had ever been and
he was tuned completely in to what she was doing to him. Forgotten
were the women holding his arms. Forgotten was the audience at the
windows. All that existed were the two eyes looking at him, and his
cock. The feelings, the sensations, the knowledge that the woman
was a virgin, overcame all his reluctance and inhibitions.
Raquel climaxed again, this time with a great deal of noise and
movement. She continued to slide up and down, even while her vagina
was contracting on Tom's cock. The increased pressure and
stimulation caused him to lose control. He had been holding off as
long as possible, waiting for her to join him, enjoying the sweet
agony of denial, so his release was wonderful. He spurted deep
inside, as deep as he could reach. Then a second time, and a third,
followed by some slow oozing.
There was nothing left in him by the time she stopped moving. He
felt quite drained, sexually, physically, and emotionally. With a
very satisfied sigh, he let his head fall back and he relaxed.
The reaction of his partner was quite different. She stood up, slid
one finger between her legs, and pulled it back out coated with her
juices, his semen, and a pink tincture of lost maidenhood. She
looked at her finger, tasted it, and got quite excited. Everyone
else, inside and outside the hut, was silent. The older woman stood
and slid her finger into Raquel's slot, tasted what came out on her
finger, and got excited. That got everyone going. Marilyn slid her
finger in and retrieved her own taste.
All three went outside, totally ignoring Tom, so he pulled the
covers over himself and tried to figure out what was going on. He
had no success at that whatsoever. Outside, the excited babbling
never slowed down, and he could hear the occasional smack of a pair
of lips, so he figured that the tasting session, or whatever they
were doing, was still going on. He thought their actions the oddest
he'd ever heard of.
***********
The next morning he awoke to the same sort of touching and
fondling. He opened his eyes, expecting to see Raquel again, and
got another shock. It was Elizabet, the older woman, trying to
coax him back to life. A quick glance let him know that both Raquel
and Marilyn were watching avidly, but there was no audience at the
windows. It looked to him like they were ready to use coercive
methods again, if necessary, so he decided to enjoy himself, despite
the fact that he still considered it a form of rape.
Willing himself to ignore everything else, he concentrated on what
she was doing to him. In spite of her years, she was still a good
looking woman - possibly in her middle thirties, solid but without
excess flab, nice legs, a pretty face, and still respectable
breasts. They were sagging a little, and he guessed that was
because she'd never even seen a support garment, but they still had
a pleasing shape. His caresses came as a surprise to them both, and
seemed to be welcome.
Despite his half-suspicions, Elizabet was not a virgin. She was,
however, still very tight and very wet. Unlike Raquel, the older
woman took her time throughout, using him for every last bit of
sensation and pleasure. He felt her climax at least three times
before he could no longer hold out. At the critical second he
closed his eyes and simply exploded. His face twisted into a mask
resembling agony, but the sounds coming from both their mouths were
those of the highest pleasure. She screamed when she felt him
pulsing and climaxed again, milking him for everything he had. The
three women then repeated their tasting ceremony. He fell back to
sleep.
After breakfast, he decided to go exploring. None of the women in
the village had shown the slightest desire to communicate, despite
his earnest attempts. Other than his three keepers, all they did was
stare, or make incomprehensible comments, or, for the younger ones,
giggle. He felt like a pet of some sort. So, he wanted to see if
there was any real civilization on the island.
They stopped him about a quarter mile down the beach. His three
keepers caught him and tried to drag him back. Since he was still
not fully up to par, he let them. They put him back on display
under the awning.
After lunch, Marilyn pulled him into the hut. They were followed by
the other two. She wanted the same as Raquel and Elizabet,
according to her actions. Since she was by far the best looking of
them, by his standards, he was quite accommodating, especially since
she let him touch and feel every part of her body. When she
realized that he wanted to taste her essence, she lay back and
spread her arms and legs wide in an open invitation.
He found her slightly tangy, slightly musky, and very, very wet.
She was also quite eager. When he inserted a finger, he got another
small shock. She was also a virgin. He licked her through two
small orgasms before sliding up her body and preparing to deflower
his second maiden in two days. His cock was more than ready and was
dripping with excitement.
One more surprise for him was her unwillingness to do it in the
missionary position. She practically threw him off, then rose up
to straddle his crotch. The sight of that gorgeous blonde beauty
willingly impaling her virgin self on him almost made him lose it
too early. He fought down the impulse, not wanting to waste himself
on her lower lips and stomach. With only a little difficulty, he
managed to hold off until she was bouncing up and down with a good
rhythm. When he finally peaked, he felt like he was being turned
inside out. His lower groin ached with the sudden release. She,
like the other women, climaxed when she felt him pulsing inside her
vagina. By his estimate, her scream of completion could be heard
from the forest side of the village right down to the beach. The
tasting ceremony followed, and the three women left the hut.
This time, after dressing himself, he followed, curious to see what
happened outside. To his surprise, though he didn't think he should
be surprised by anything at that point, everyone participated in the
tasting ceremony, including the children. He wondered how she felt,
standing there with her legs apart while over a hundred people stuck
their fingers into her pussy, one at a time. He thought he saw her
climax at least once during the process. A number of the women, and
a few of the children, slid their wet fingers into their own vaginas
while walking away. That act also baffled him.
Shortly after dinner, which consisted of some different types of
fish, fruit, vegetables, nuts, flat bread, and that sweet drink, a
new woman approached him and tried to pull him to his feet. When
his keepers stood and motioned for him to do likewise, he did. In
the hut, the other woman, who identified herself as Jane, dropped
her skirt, then pulled his head down to her crotch as she fell back
onto his mat. There was no doubt in his mind as to what she was
after, so he slithered out of his jeans while keeping her occupied
with his mouth.
The woman was about the same age as Elizabet, with a slightly
better figure. He thought she tasted somewhat musky but otherwise
fine. He wasn't going to turn down something that good. When she
rolled him over and mounted him, Marilyn came over and started
rubbing his stomach, chest, legs, balls, and anything else she
could reach. She let him touch and fondle her anywhere he wanted,
but strangely, to his thinking, she totally refused any sort of a
kiss.
He heard some strange noises, so he looked around. The usual
audience was at the window, but his other two keepers weren't
watching. They were heavily involved in a pairing of their own,
with twin mouth-to-lower-lip locks. The sight of them intertwined
in such a lewd display, along with feeling up the blonde and the
sensations generated by the older woman bouncing up and down on his
cock, set him off. He groaned and slammed his hips up into the
brunette, sending forth several streams of semen followed by a few
feeble trickles. Tom lay back, spent and totally out of energy.
The usual tasting ceremony took place, but without the participation
of the two women still held in each other's grasp. Marilyn and Jane
went outside to the waiting crowd. Tom pulled up his blankets,
closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
**********
It was Marilyn who woke him the next morning. She was straddling
his hips, leaning over, and watching his face as she tickled his
penis with her bush. The blankets were lying in a tangled mess to
one side, and Raquel, his usual bedmate, was lying right beside them
watching the proceedings. The older woman, Elizabet, was lying on
her bed mat on the other side of the hut, also watching. He was
quickly learning to ignore all the eyes, as he was beginning to like
being shipwrecked (planewrecked?).
With her careful and gentle teasing, he was ready quickly. It
didn't take him long, either, to learn that she definitely liked her
thighs and waist caressed while things were getting heated up.
If anything, Tom enjoyed himself more than he had the first time
with the blonde beauty. She had learned from her first experience,
and was moving with more authority and determination, which provided
him with a great deal of welcome friction. Marilyn was also
learning to control her vaginal muscles, generating more tightness
whenever she wanted the stimulation. Their activity seemed geared
towards her pleasure rather than his. "Appropriate", thought Tom,
as that last thought flitted through his lust-clouded brain.
All too soon, at least for Tom, their pleasure ended in a groaning,
gushing, few seconds of heaven. Marilyn and the other two once
again held the tasting ceremony. He was thoroughly baffled at what,
if any, significance the act had, especially since both of the other
women rubbed their fingers through their own crotches while still
wet from his and Marilyn's spendings. Forgoing thinking after
developing a headache, he got up, donned his pants, and went about
his morning business.
After lunch, another woman, one he hadn't seen before, pulled him up
and into the hut. She was a dusky-skinned beauty, looking more
African than Polynesian, with a dark complexion and somewhat kinky
hair surrounding an oval face. She also had the fullest bush of any
he'd yet seen. That didn't stop him from using his fingers, hands,
lips, and tongue to get things rolling. He found that she was ready
and willing immediately, but since he got almost as much enjoyment
from the foreplay and oral action as the woman on the receiving end,
he went ahead anyway. His wife (EX wife - sorry) - had rarely
allowed him the 'privilege' of going down on her. It was only after
meeting and dating Leiana, his sometimes girlfriend, that he
learned how truly wonderful both giving and receiving oral attention
could be. He noted that this woman was also a virgin.
Linda, for that's what she called herself, surprised Tom by lying
along side of him and cuddling afterwards, rather than immediately
jumping up and starting the tasting ritual. He figured they lay
there caressing and holding one another for about ten minutes, with
her talking nonstop the whole time, before she went to meet the
impatient villagers outside the door.
Tom was becoming rather alarmed by the number of women who seemed
to be using him for their own pleasure. When he tried to think
about what was happening, his mind wandered, remaining unfocussed.
That scared him even more, since he considered himself a fairly
intelligent person. Vague thoughts of lingering illness or injury,
or possibly something sinister, filtered through. He decided to
forgo dinner and get some sleep. There were difficulties in
getting the idea through to his hosts, but they did seem to
understand something, and he hoped it wasn't that he wanted someone
else to join him in the hut.
In the end, they left him alone with his thoughts. Despite his
ability to perform over the prior days, his body was still somewhat
weakened, and he ended up sleeping for what he estimated as sixteen
hours.
<End of part 1>
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Amazonia
by Tom Bombadil
Section 1b
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