"Jungle ecstasy" Ch. 1-2 (m/f, f/f, humiliation, cruelty)


	"JUNGLE ECSTASY"


   Loukee woke up before her husband and their children. It was still way
before dawn. The moon shone bright and clear. She went out of the hut and
faced the moon, filling her lungs with fresh nightly air.
   From the jungle surrounding the little village she could hear screams
from small animals, falling prey to some of the nights quiet hunters.

   The only thing covering Loukeeīs body was a small piece of soft skin,
hanging from her hips. Her full brasts heaved slowly when she breathed. She
was still a very beautiful woman, despite the fact that she had given birth
to six children, of whom three now were fully grown. The light-brown skin
was still smooth, the body mature but at the same time firm and pretty.
Some grey hair and a few wrinkles around her eyes and mouth didnīt stop the
boys or men from admiring her at a distance.

   She knew it, and was proud of it. Her husband, Mannee, still desired
her. Every night when she wasnīt restrained, he came to her, warm and
powerful. He knew how to satisfy a woman, and he took his time. 
   Mannee excited her with his mouth, almost driving her crazy with that
rough tongue, then he mounted her, manly and without any mercy.
   Sometimes the kids heard them, and giggled quietly in the dark, bemused
by their motherīs panting, that they couldnīt understand.


   Loukee grabbed a knife and went over to one of the bamboo-cages. Without
making any sound, she opened the door to the cage and gripped the fattest
hen. She held it firmly around the thin neck and closed the door without
waking up the others.
   With softly swinging hips she went down to the river. At the riverbank
she squatted and severed the terrified birds head from its body. The blood
pumped out of the slitted throat and stained the ground by her feet. 

   She hummed while plucking the hen. Afterwards, she washed her hands in
the cold river water. 
   Even though she had not heard a single sound, she could feel his
presence. Loukee pretended not to notice, and continued washing her arms
and her face.

   Excited by the quiet game, she undressed and stepped into the stream.
With spread legs, luring and tempting, she started washing her groin.
Thoroughly she cleaned her ass and her sex.
   She did it without any hurry, just to tease him even more. She caressed
herself between the thighs for a short while, then she turned around and
faced him. 

   Mannee was standing naked on the bank. His face had a bestial
expression. The long, thick cock pointed to the moon, bent like a giant
banana, with the swelling and bare head shining in the moonlight. 
   They didnīt speak. Loukee approached him, with her eyes resting on his
manhood. She knelt and kissed it. 
  He let her lick and kiss it for a while. Her pink tongue ran up and down
the thick shaft. She tickled the head with quick movements with the tip of
the tongue, and squeezed his large balls. 

   He knew from her smile that she enjoyed making him wait. The saliva made
his swollen fruit shimmer in the bright moonlight. It ran down the cock in
small streams an fell dripping to the ground.
   Mannee groaned and led himself into her warm and wet mouth. Loukee
didnīt object. The raw, masculine flavour aroused her. She swallowed him,
like a snake swallows a mouse. Inch by inch, the gigantic penis worked its
way into her gap. 

   Mannee shivered as he vanished down her throat. Her teeth scraped him
lightly and increased the sensual pleasure. When her lips had worked their
way all the way in to his groin, he thought to himself that his fruit must
be very close to her heart.
   She sucked with the mouth, with the throat, and Mannee could swear that
she sucked with the whole of her body. When he could not hold himself back
any longer, he pulled his slippery cock out of her mouth, her throat, out
of the inside of her body, slowly... very slowly.

   He laid her down and pinned her to the ground, to the moisture. Mannee
penetrated his woman and started fucking her with slow and strong
movements. She welcomed him with a delighted sigh. 
   The thick manhood pierced her moistening red rose continuously. When it
was time to pull out, Loukee threw her legs around his hips and whispered:

   "Let it come, beloved..."

   And they came together, Loukee panting, Mannee quietly groaning. The
warm sperm filled her pulsating cunt, and she spoke his name with a
trembling voice.

   They laid there for a long time, caressing each other, as the sun rose
on the sky. They heard the voices and sounds from the drowsy village in a
distance. 
   Loukee and Mannee got up. She picked up the dead hen. It was time to
cook breakfast.




	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.