1 comments/ 25118 views/ 2 favorites Jungle Tom Ch. 01 By: Mad_astronaut Ch. 1 - Britney Cleans Up I want to explain how this lifestyle came about, but because it is so unusual, I'll try to keep it brief. I'm a 33 yrs old Englishman who spent most of his early years in low-paid dead-end jobs but at the age of 29, I inherited a significant sum of money. I decided to retire. Although the money was not enough to make me rich, it was enough to make me financially independent and after spending some of my inheritance travelling around the world, I decided to put the rest into savings. I found myself a small village in New Guinea and decided that I would live there for a few months until I decided how I would chose to spend the rest of my life. It seemed to me like a nice quiet corner of the Earth to find a bit of peace and the locals were friendly and led simplistic lives. Now let me make this clear. New Guinea is still a remote mysterious place, even today, and what I didn't realise at the time was that the very place I had chosen to live was a also a secret haven for wealthy westerners to find solace from the pressures of their responsibilities. In fact, it was so secret, that even major celebrities would appear from time to time, safe in the knowledge that not even the intrusive media or the opportunist paparazzi would disturb them whilst staying here. In short, it was one of the best kept secrets in the world of show-business, so secret in fact that not even the highest moguls in Hollywood were aware of it. My first experience that I would like to tell you about was the day that a young famous pop-star appeared in my village and how she became the catalyst that caused me stay in the village for longer than I had intended. I remember the day well. It was during the wet season and the air was thick and humid. We only had a few hours of sunshine because of the cloud cover, but there had been enough sun for me to maintain my new tan. There was talk in the village because a new arrival from the U.S.A had just turned up complete with an entourage of around eight people. All I knew at that time was that the guest in question was female and that she was a big star in the west but hardly anyone in the village had heard of her. She didn't appear happy to come here, but she had been advised to come so that she could take a break from the stress of her life. It was supposed to be a sort of therapy for her and give her a break from drugs. Although she had her own hut to stay in, (it was comfortable enough) by her own affluent standards, it was a little primitive for her tastes. Although she would be comfortable during her stay here, she wasn't pleased about having to give up her modern luxuries. I had the displeasure (or maybe pleasure) of meeting her on the second afternoon after she had arrived. Now, it is a custom in my village that all residents must do their share of the chores. Foreign guests were exempt from this rule, but new residents were not. Although I was British, I had to chip in the same as everyone else. As a new man in town, I was given the dirtiest of jobs. It was my filthy honour to look after the village toilets which consisted of three wooden-huts with holes in the ground. I didn't mind this because I only had to do the job two days a week. The rest of the time, I did as I pleased. On the particular afternoon in question I was in one of the huts sweeping the floor when the door opened and in walked a young lady. My first reaction was to stop what I was doing and see who had entered. It would have been rude to continue in case the person who had just come in needed me to leave. They may have required some privacy. When I saw who just walked through the door, I realised that I had just set eyes on one of our foreign guests. I was looking at a white woman. I could tell that she was a tourist because she was wearing shorts, tee-shirt and a baseball cap. There was enough jewellery on her fingers to make me realise that she was not short of money. She didn't appear to notice me at first but after a few seconds she did (much to her surprise). I guessed that she was drunk. She did not appear to be pleased to see me. "What the fuck?" she squealed. "I'm sorry," I stammered, "I was just cleaning in here. I didn't expect anyone to come in." "Yeah, well, I'VE just come in," she said as she glared at me.She could not focus straight and her eyes rolled as she spoke. "Well, if you like, I'll go away and leave you in peace," I replied. "Yes, you do that," she answered, but then she took another look at me. "Hey you're not a native," she slurred, "you're a white man." I decided to take a good look at her. She was quite attractive in a slutty sort of way. She wore her shorts high on her big muscular thighs and I noticed that she had fairly large breasts. She obviously had no bra beneath her very loose t-shirt because I could faintly make out the outline of her large nipples. "Are you looking at me?" she asked, "Are you fucking getting an eyeful of me?" She seemed familiar but I could not place her face. "I'm sorry," I spluttered, "but I think that I have seen you before." She laughed at my words. "Too right," she answered, "you must know who I am!" I still wasn't sure, so I said nothing. "What's your name?" she asked. "Tom," I answered. "Well, Tom," she replied, rolling her eyes again, "do you mind leaving? I have to use this fucking hell hole and I need my privacy." She leaned forward as he spoke to me and I managed to get a look down her loose t-shirt. Her left areola came into view. It was so goddamn close to a nipple slip that I froze, and my eyes became firmly fixed on her ample chest. "You looking again?" she snapped. "Sorry," I said, "I'm just leaving." "Get out then," she snarled, but this time I caught a glance at the whole nipple as she swung her arm. When she saw me looking, she giggled. "Stop looking at me, you rude man." I could tell that she was used to being in the public eye and however much annoyed she was by being stared at, she was also secretly pleased by it too. She asked me to leave the hut but ordered me to wait outside for her. I left the mud-house and on her instructions I waited near the door. She told me that she would call me when she had finished. She wanted escorting back to her hut and wanted me to undertake this task. I had only waited two minutes when I heard her scream from inside. I opened the door and went back in. She was crouching over the hole with her shorts and panties around her ankles. She quickly pulled her panties up but her shorts remained close to her feet. She was scowling with frustration and pointed downwards at her shorts. "They are so fucking dirty," she squealed, "don't these people have proper bathrooms? I'm covered with crap." I looked down at her shorts. They were stained with mud (and God knows what else). She stood up, staggered slightly, and then she bent down again and completely removed her shorts. She was now standing in t-shirt, trainers and panties. I took her shorts from her, being careful to hold them at arms length. She glared at me again. I threw the shorts onto the ground. "Take me back to my hut," she commanded. "I'm Britney Spears and I shouldn't have to put up with this!" Now I realised! I knew that I had seen her before. I looked at her again. She was a little bit fat but she didn't look as bad as she did when I last saw her in a magazine. She wasn't as good as she looked as a teenager either but I figured that having lost a little weight, she was somewhere on her way to being beautiful Britney again. I walked her back to her hut. Like most of the huts in the village it was a tree-hut. She had to climb a wooden ladder to get back in. I managed to get a good look at her pantie-clad arse as she clumsily worked her way up. My god, her ass was big and slightly flabby but it still looked erotic. I felt myself getting an erection. To my surprise, she then asked me to follow her up the ladder and into her wooden home. I did as she requested. When we got inside the hut, I saw how comfortable it had been made for her. Unlike the rest of the homes, she had a nice comfortable bed. There were tables and chests of drawers too. I wasn't quite sure where the rest of her people were but I gathered that they were inside their own huts going about their own business. Britney sat down on her simple but comfortable makeshift bed and lit herself a cigarette. She offered me one but I declined as I did not smoke anymore. After a couple of puffs on her 'cig, she then did something that blew my mind. "Tom," she said to me, "I have a problem." She reached over to her vanity case that was resting on a straw table. She took out some perfumed cloth tissues and much to my shock she yanked down the back of her panties and stuck a tissue down there. Although she had to stand up to do this, I did not see any flesh as she was facing me. I noticed that she was rummaging behind her back and trying to wipe inside of her panties. "This is one of the few moist sterile-wipes that I have left," she said. I can't believe that I've just been to a dirty smelly can in the jungle and that there's nowhere to wash. I need to clean my ass." I was gob-smacked but then she said, "Tom, normally I have somebody to check this for me, but my usual assistant is not with me. Would you do me a favour? I want to make sure that I have cleaned my ass. Would you check it for me? I don't want to get sore." "Sure," I replied. I did not know what else to say. She turned around so that her back was facing me. She pulled her panties down a little so that I could see her big glorious ass cheeks. I was completely taken aback when next she splayed her cheeks and showed me her crack. "Get closer!" she snapped. I got down on my knees and crawled towards her. Inside her crack, I could see two long ass hairs but her butt was smooth. I did not know exactly what she wanted me to do so I pushed my face in closer so that I could have a better view. "It looks fine to me," I said. "Don't try to fool me," she retorted. "I'm not as dumb as you think. If you're going to check me out, then do it right. Wipe my asshole with your fingers and then tell me if I'm clean or not." I hesitated. "Go on," she commanded and she almost fell over as she said so. It was a reminder to me that she was still not too sober. I did as she asked and pushed my hand between her cheeks. They felt warm and soft. I touched her anus with my fingers. "Don't get any ideas," she snapped. "I wouldn't normally let just anyone do this. It's only because I've been forced to stay in this filthy jungle hell-hole." Her words reminded me of my place, but I didn't care. It suddenly occurred to me that I was beginning to get a tremendous thrill out of this. As my fingers rubbed across her brown eye, I began to notice how slippery and wet she was there. I was sincerely hoping that this was just sweat and nothing else. It was a very humid place and every foreigner became sticky in such a climate. "Well go on then," she said impatiently, "do you think that I am clean or not?" "How can I tell?" I asked. "Sniff your fingers," she snapped, " that's what my woman in California usually does, but she's not here, and usually I can use a proper bathroom." I obliged and took my hand out of her. I sniffed my fingers. They had a mild perfumed smell to them. I suspected that it was the sterile tissue that she had just used. "I can't be sure," I said. "Well put some ointment on your fingers and clean me then," she demanded. I did not ask where she kept the ointment but instead I put my fingers back into her ass-crack and started to rub. She seemed to like this and gently rotated her backside as I did so. "You're not using the ointment," she purred, "your fingers are too dry". I did not know what to do, so I leaned forward and stuck my tongue in there. Her back was turned towards me she could not see that I was using my tongue and not my finger. The first thing that I noticed was the smell of her bottom. As my face approached her cleft, I could clearly see her asshole, but my clumsy nose was the first to make contact with her flesh. I smelt her aroma. It still had the perfumed smell but there was something else as well. I don't think that she was completely clean! I licked away. I even managed to get one of her ass hairs between my teeth and I sucked and grinded at it for a few seconds. She was clearly getting tired of standing and ordered me to lie flat on her bed whilst she crouched over me so that I could continue nibbling at her. She must have realised by now that I was using my face and not my fingers but she said nothing. As I continued with my tongue job, she complained that I was taking too long and asked me if I had finished yet. I was enjoying the big shapely arse that hovered above my face and did not want to stop. After a minute or so she became tired of crouching (maybe because she was still drunk) and she collapsed and fell completely on my face. Despite being almost suffocated by her, I continued to lick away. She eventually fell asleep. I pushed her off and she rolled onto her side. Because her panties were down, I now managed to get a good look at her cunt. The lips were thick and fleshy, just as I had expected and I noticed that she was still shaven, just as she had been in her paparazzi photographs. The difference was that she was not as clean-shaven as she had been. A few stray pubic hairs were in view. There was also a triangle of stubble that I could see had started to grow back. I snuggled up to her as she slept soundly and I even managed to pull one of her tits out of her shirt and have a quick fondle of the nipple. By now, night had fallen and although the noise of the village had stopped, the noise of the jungle had become louder. I crept off her bed, stepped out of the hut and slipped down the ladder. I did not want her to find me there in the morning and I especially did not want a member of her entourage to find me. She must have had at least one of her bodyguards staying in the village and the last thing I wanted was a big over-protective American security man giving me the creeps. I never saw Britney again because she left two days later but much to my surprise she left me a gift. One of the tribesmen came and gave it to me. It was a small box and when I opened it there was a note inside. The note said: "Dear Tom, I have left you a keepsake. I know that you have seen this intimate part of me before and I know that you have played with it. I've decided that you can have it. It's about time that I trimmed anyway! Remember and worship me forever Love, Britney x" I looked inside the box again but all I could find was a single hair. I could not tell if it was a hair from her head but then again it did not seem long enough. I then realised that it must have been one of her two ass-crack hairs. I took the hair in my hand and placed it against my nose. It had a strong smell. There was still a hint of perfume but the stronger smell was something more human. I recognised it immediately. It was the musky smell of a female but there was also the dirty smell of an un-wiped asshole. I started to smile. 'Britney's not so good without someone to look after her,' I thought to myself. 'Maybe she ran out of tissues!' Jungle Tom Ch. 02 As you may remember from my previous story, I am a thirty-something Englishman who lives in the rain forest. I live in a secret tribal village that is occasionally visited by wealthy celebrities. The next visitor whose pleasures I experienced was a minx of a young lady by the name of Christina. I'm sure that you've all heard of her. She arrived one sunny morning and the first thing she did was insist on meeting the Chief of the village. She seemed unimpressed by this noble figure and turned her attention to some of the hunky young native men by his side. I think she may have had designs on one of these beefcakes but as it is forbidden for local men to keep company with foreign women, her desires would not be satisfied. It was then that she noticed me and asked what a white man was doing living in the village. I told her that I had moved here for a rest. She asked my name, which I told her and she insisted that I call her "Miss Aguilera." The next day she asked me to her hut, the very same hut that Britney had stayed in. She told me that she hadn't been able to sleep the night before as the noise of the jungle had kept her awake. Back at home in the U.S.A she had a comfort assistant that stayed by her bedside until she had fallen asleep. She asked me to be that comfort assistant. I did as she asked. "Tom," she said to me, shortly after nightfall, "Tom, I can't sleep unless you hold my hand. Would you do that for me?" "Of course, Miss Aguilera," I replied. She took off her outer clothes and climbed onto her bed. There was no need for her to climb inside the covers. It was too hot and sticky. "I'm keeping my underwear on," she said, "I'm not in the habit of stripping in front of strange men." I found this difficult to believe, knowing her reputation, but I said nothing. She insisted that I read her a bedside story too. There was a book by her bedside about squirrels or teddy-bears or something. So I started reading it to her. I sat on the bed next to her as she tried to sleep. I held her hand and she seemed content with this. After a few minutes she opened her eyes and sat up. Still holding my hand, she said to me, "It's no good, I still can't sleep. I can't just hold your hand, there's something else that I need to hold." She ordered me to remove my shorts and my underpants. My cock was already stiff and she seemed pleased with that. She took my dick in her hand and gripped it tightly. "That's better," she said, "I need a comfort stick to help me sleep." She lay herself down again and shut her eyes but I noticed that her free hand had moved to her face and she had started to suck her thumb. She looked like a sweet little girl. Now with two hands free, it was easier for me to read the book so I continued with my story. After another two minutes or so I could not concentrate on reading aloud and also my cock was aching. It was great to have Christina Aguilera's hand gripping it so tightly but I longed for a little hand movement, so to speak. I felt sure that I was going to explode. She opened her eyes again and looked at me. "No, I still can't sleep - and why have you've stopped reading?" she asked. It was then that I decided that I would make a suggestion. "Miss Aguilera," I said nervously, "by the way you suck your thumb, I think that that you need something in your mouth. Wouldn't it be easier if you were to stick my penis in there instead of you simply holding it in your hand?" She scowled at me. "How dare you?" she snapped, "I know your game! Don't forget who I am! I don't stick just anybody's dick in my mouth, especially a mere nobody such as yourself! Besides, I'm a good girl!" Realising that I had spoken out of turn, I decided to change tack. "I'm sorry," I spluttered, "I didn't mean it like that. I just thought it would be easier that's all. I can still hold your hand, but if I lie next to you and you put my cock in your mouth, it would be more comfortable for me. It really is making my poor back ache to sit up like this." She looked at me for a few seconds. "Well, I suppose so, she said, "I expect I can give you the benefit of the doubt." She let me lie down with my crotch next to her face. I took hold of her hand and then she let me slip my cock into her mouth. It felt so good as her luscious lips slithered over my purple head. At first nothing happened, her mouth did not move, but then sure enough, like a little baby, her sucking reflex took over and she started to gently nibble away at me. It was not exactly the blowjob of the century but I found it incredibly thrilling. After fifteen minutes or so she fell asleep and the sucking stopped. I took my throbbing penis out of her mouth and decided that the only thing to do was to satisfy myself. It did not take long as I was already worked up to exploding point. I finished the job by shooting my load all over her face and hair. I got dressed again and then left her hut. I didn't want to hang around in case she woke up and discovered the mess that I had made on her. The next day she saw me in the village and beckoned me over. She had a very angry look on her face. "I'm very angry with you, Tom," she snapped. "You made a sticky mess all over my face last night. Please explain yourself, or I'll go back home and send back some very nasty men who will destroy this village." I felt ashamed but did not want her to see me like this so I said, "I'm sorry, Christina, but I heard that semen is good for the complexion. I had to get rid of it somehow and seeing your pretty face lying there I thought that I would do you a favour. The Sunshine and humidity in a place like this can be very aging." She paused for a second but seemed satisfied with my answer. She smiled at me. "Well if you're right about Man's milk then perhaps you can come back to my hut tonight and do the same thing again." I laughed but it was more a laugh of relief more than anything. "Just one thing, Christina," I added, "it is really difficult for me to remain aroused enough in order to force an ejaculation. A little visual stimulation might be helpful. Do you mind sleeping naked for me tonight?" She looked me up and down with an expression of surprise on her face. "Well, I don't know," she mused, "why should I?" "Oh go on," I pleaded. "Well if you think it will help," she said, "I might even let you have a little nibble on my pussy first if you think it might help to brew your complexion milk" With that I gave her a big grin and walked off feeling as pleased as man can possibly be. Christina stayed in the jungle for another week and for the next seven days she kept her word, experiencing a healthy shot of my load on her face just before going to sleep every night. She left me a note when she left. "Dear Tom, Thank you for being my comfort assistant. I hoped you enjoyed being with me. Now I have to go. If we meet again then I would be pleased to use your dick as a thumb to suck on and I sure do adore your Spermy face cream. Yours lovingly, Christina " Oh, and before you ask, yes I did get chance to taste her pussy and very pleasant it was indeed! Jungle Tom Ch. 03 The next of my experiences in the village occurred when a notable young wild child appeared. She had come to the village to purge herself and to escape the nightclub lifestyle for a while. A few days after she arrived she approached me and asked me why I was there. "I don't know who you are," she said to me, "but I can tell that you are not a native. I was told when I came here that I would not be pestered by any journalists." I assured her that I was not a journalist and that I lived here. "I'm not here to trouble you, Lindsey," I said to her, "my name is Tom and I am here to rest the same as yourself." She seemed relieved that I was just an ordinary Joe going about his business and over the next few days we became friendly and would often exchange pleasantries whenever we saw each other. One day she asked me to come to her hut. She told me that she had something that she wanted to ask me and she needed my advice. When I got to her hut she invited me to sit on the bed next to her. "Tom," she said, "As you can probably imagine, it's not easy being in the public eye. When I go back home to the States, I will be under so much pressure that I feel that I have no choice but to resort to surgery. It's what everybody else does." I was shocked that she was telling me this and asked her what surgery she had in mind. She pointed to her breasts. I looked at their shape under her floral summer dress and thought that they looked perfect to me. "Lindsey Lohan, you can't be serious," I teased, "as far as I can tell there's nothing wrong with what you have." "Oh no," she replied, "that's where you are wrong. They're just not big enough. Everyone has silicone implants these days." "Well, they look alright to me," I said. "No, you can't possibly tell," she squealed, "I have this dress on and it makes them look bigger than they really are." "Well, if I could actually see them, then perhaps I could judge better," I joked, "perhaps if you take off your dress, I could have a better look." She did not look happy. "Oh, Tom, I thought we were friends," she said, "just because I've been the victim of a few paparazzi tit-slips doesn't mean that I'm going to get topless for just anybody, you know." She asked me to leave and told me not come back unless I treated her with more respect. I felt a little foolish, so I crept away with my tail between my legs. A few hours later she appeared to have a change of heart and sent one of the tribesmen to come and fetch me. When I climbed the ladder and entered the hut, I got a most pleasant surprise indeed. She was sat on the bed topless and made no attempt to cover herself. I had a long hard stare at her beautiful tits. "Well, what do you think?" she asked, "are you sure that they are alright?" "They're fine" I assured her, "just leave them as they are." She thanked me and then told me that I'd had seen enough. She covered herself then asked me to leave again. She told me that we would speak again tomorrow. The next day she summoned me again. What I saw when I peered through the door of the hut was such a shock to me that I nearly fell off the ladder. Lindsey was stood in front of her bed but she had nothing on but a tee-shirt. She was completely naked from the waist down. "Come in Tom," she said to me, "don't be shy." I entered the hut and stared in her awe at her magnificent bottomless form. Her pussy was very hairy, not as I had imagined. She must have not shaved at all during her stay in the jungle. Still looking at her muff, I said to her, "The forest in here is as dense as the one out there!" "Don't be so rude, Tom," she snapped. I don't want to hear your cheeky sexual remarks or I shall put some shorts back on. Don't look at me so lustfully. I asked you here as a friend. All I need is some advice." "Okay," I replied, trying to sound serious, "I'm sorry, what is it that you want to ask me?" "Well, as you can see, I haven't shaved my cunt for a few weeks but that's not what I want to talk to you about. In a moment I'm going to spread my legs and let you have a closer look. I want you to tell me if you think that I need vaginal surgery. All pussies eventually get flabby and saggy and I want you to tell me if I need any tightening." I was completely amazed by what she was saying. She is only very young. Why would she think that she would need vaginal surgery, at her age. Her lack of confidence in her own body was astounding. If that's what Hollywood did to people then I was glad that I did not live there. She sat on the bed and beckoned me closer. I got down on my knees so that I could get a better view. "Now I'm going to open my legs so that you can see everything in more detail. But I'm only going to open them for a few seconds so you'll have to concentrate. I don't want to keep them open for longer than necessary. I'm not here to arouse you just to ask your advice as friend, remember?" I nodded. "So," she added, "I don't want you getting any funny ideas." I looked at her crotch in anticipation as she slowly leaned back, lifted her legs in the air and parted her thighs. As her juicy lips came into view, I felt my cock stiffen with excitement. "I can't really tell," I said, "everything looks firm to me." Look, even your piss-flaps are firm." I accidentally gave them a prod with my fingers as I said this. Quick as lightning, she snapped her legs shut. "How dare you touch me?" she snarled. You look with your eyes not your fingers!!" "I'm sorry," I stammered, "I don't know what came over me. I wasn't thinking!" "I think you'd better leave," she snapped. Once again I went back to my own hut and once again (a few hours later) she had a change of heart and called me back. When I arrived at her hut again, she was still sat on her bed with no panties on. "I'm sorry I snapped at you Tom" she said, "I realise now that you were just trying to help. Perhaps a little touching will do no harm if you think it will help you to decide whether I need surgery or not." I nodded in agreement and this time I managed to get a good look at her private area and even managed to have a little poke at it. I stayed clear of her clitoris even though I was aching to touch it because I didn't want to face her wrath again. "Well what do you think now?" she asked. "I think Lindsey, that your cunt is very firm and beautiful," I said, "and if you don't mind me saying so, I think that your flame-haired pubes decorate it nicely. I prefer hairy to shaved ones anyway." Lindsey looked angry again. "I'm not asking your opinion on my sexual attractiveness," she barked, "I want you to tell me if it's firm enough not to require surgery. Once again you've got the wrong ideas in your head. We're supposed to be friends not lovers. My pubic hair is none of your business." Realising that I was walking on shaky ground again, I simply said to her, "Your lady-garden is fine, Lohan. It does not require any surgical manipulation." She thanked me then asked me to leave as she was tired. She told me that would speak again tomorrow. The next afternoon a tribesman called me again. "Miss Lohan wants to see you," he said. I went to her hut again and this time she was completely naked. "Tom, I've been thinking again," she said, "I'm still not convinced that my vagina is not getting too saggy so I want to ask you a favour, but before I do so, you must promise me that you will not take this the wrong way." I promised her and could not believe my luck when she uttered her next words. "Tom, usually I have dildos and vibrators with me but being in the jungle, I have none. The only way that I can feel that my pussy is nice and tight is to insert a penis shaped object inside it. The only penis shaped object in this room is your penis, I'm afraid. I loved the sound of where this conversation was going so I promptly dropped my pants, stepped out of them and let her see my erect manhood. "Oh Tom," she said with a disappointed look on her face again, "why are you erect? I hope that my nudity has not turned you on." Thinking on my feet I explained to her that I couldn't possibly insert my penis if it was flaccid and even if I could, how could I successfully judge whether her cunt was tight enough. She reluctantly agreed with me and told me to lie on my back on the bed. "Right I'm going to sit on top of you," she said, "but please remember that you have to keep completely still. Once you are inside me, I don't want any thrusting movements. This is purely so that you can tell me if I am a tight fit or not. So, no fucking! Agreed?" "It's agreed, Lohan" I replied, "no fucking!" She slowly lowered herself onto me and it felt great as her pussy lips swallowed up my dick. Now lying there with my cock inside her cunt, I could feel that she was pleasantly tight and definitely did not need any surgical treatment. "Well, what do you think now?" she asked. "I think, I think," I replied, "I think that I'm going to explode!" I leaned forward and grasped her bare buttocks. Then I pulled her forwards and downwards. I forced her to bounce up and down on me. I continued to keep pulling at her and along with my own pelvic thrusting, we started to fuck. "Stop it, Tom!" she snapped, "I told you no fucking!" But I couldn't help myself and neither, it seemed, could she. Soon her squatting, rocking and bouncing needed no help from myself. She continued to protest however, until that is, her protests turned into soft moans. As soon as I climaxed she climbed off and gave me a filthy scowl. "I'm really annoyed with you Tom," she snarled, "you betrayed my trust. I can't say that I didn't enjoy it because I did have an orgasm but even so, I can't forgive you." "I'm really sorry, Lindsey" I begged, "please accept my apology." She did not care to listen and refused to even look at me. I made myself decent and humbly left her hut. I never saw Lindsey Lohan again. She left the village the very next day. However she did leave me a note, which read as follows: "Dear Tom, I'm sad that it had to end like this, we could have been such good friends, but when I asked you for advice, first about my tits and then my beaver, I did not expect you to take it as an invitation to have sex with me. I am grateful for one thing, however, at least you convinced me that I don't need surgery and that both my breasts and my lady-garden are perfect. Yours regretfully Lindesy Lohan" Thank heavens for small mercies, I thought to myself. At least she won't be paying some surgeon to do something that she doesn't need! Jungle Tom Ch. 04 By far the most difficult celeb that I met in my Rain Forest village was a super-bitch called Mariah. She arrived one day with two big nasty looking bodyguards and a little timid middle-aged woman named Wanda. Right from the start the super-bitch upset everyone in the village. She barked orders at everybody, even making demands of the Chief himself and poor old Wanda had to do everything that Mariah asked. Whenever Mariah thought that she had seen a spider she would scream her head off until someone came to her assistance. She complained about the food, the heat, the people, the plants, the animals, almost everything and it seemed that everybody was scared of her. After two days Wanda became so exhausted with Mariah's demands that she became ill and had to be flown back home. This made Super-bitch grumpier than ever because she had now lost her personal servant. One day I felt the temptation to visit Mariah's hut. This hut (if you remember) was the same hut that Britney, Christina and Lindsey had stayed in. I knew that Mariah was not at home because she had gone to pester the Chief about something or another. I was simply curious to see what she had done to the décor of the hut. I couldn't possibly see how she could lower herself to live in there. I climbed the ladder and entered the hut. I was quite surprised to see what a mess it was in. There were used-tampons, dirty underwear and all sorts of things lying on the floor. It seemed that without Wanda to tidy up after her, Mariah had got herself into a mess. I had a good look around but got the shock of my life when Mariah herself came up the ladder and caught me in there. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" she screamed. "I ,I..." I spluttered, "I was just...." "How dare you?" she yelled. I thought that she would ask me to leave but instead she just started barking orders at me. "Now that you're here, you nasty intruder, you can start by cleaning up this place!" I told her that I was not her servant and would not take orders from her but she told me that if I did not do as she asked, I would be receiving a visit from her nasty bodyguards. I had no choice but to do as she wanted me to. She told me that I would have to be her replacement for Wanda. When I found out the things that Wanda had to do for her, it didn't surprise me at all that the servant had become ill. My first task was to pick up all the tampons and dispose of them. I then had to collect all of Mariah's dirty panties, take them to the stream and wash them. I was under strict orders not to look at any embarrassing stains that were on them as "Miss Carey has to keep her dignity at all times". I was under even stricter orders not to sniff them as everybody wanted to sniff Mariah Carey's underwear because she is the most important, most desirable goddess on the planet. I did as she asked and took her panties to the stream, washed them as best I could then brought them back to the village. I hung them outside her hut to dry then I climbed the ladder and went back inside. Mariah was sat on the bed waiting for me. She ordered me to strip naked which I did. "Servants perform much better when naked," she told me, "If you're ever going to set eyes on any part of my body then it is only right that I see yours uncovered." Her words excited me and I wondered what she meant by me setting eyes on her body. It didn't take me long to find out! She took off her skirt and panties and invited me to look at her pussy. I got an erection instantly. She saw this and said to me: "I should be angry with you for becoming erect in my presence. I'm not here to satisfy your pathetic sexual urges. However, I will let you off this time because being the most beautiful woman in show-business, I accept that you can't help yourself." The vanity of the woman was beyond belief! "Now," she said to me, "I'm going to tell you what your next task is. I want you to lick my pussy and my ass. I'm in need of a little relaxation. It's the stress of trying to cope with these simple natives. I want you to lick, lick and lick and don't stop until I tell you otherwise. You can start on my pussy first." I didn't need to be told twice. I climbed onto the bed and I expected her to lie on her back and open her legs but she didn't. She commanded me to lie on my back. "Mariah Carey never puts herself beneath anyone," she snapped, "I will sit on the face as I normally do." She crouched over me and then lowered herself onto my mouth and nose. I started to lick her pussy but she pushed me away with her hand. "I'm trying to relax, you fool," she said, "start around the edges first! Do it slowly and build up to it." I licked around her pussy slightly brushing the edges of her lips with my tongue and taking care not to stick it inside just yet. "That's it, Wanda," she moaned, "nice and softly." "My name's Tom," I mumbled. "Shut up and keep licking, Wanda," she barked, "you're filling in for Wanda so I shall call you Wanda!" I licked and licked and licked until she urged me to go one step further. "Now you can stick your tongue inside my cunt," she said to me. "I started slowly circling my tongue inside her. I lapped it up like a kitten drinking milk. She urged to me go faster, so I did. Her cunt had a strong aromatic smell and I was completely intoxicated by it. As I lapped away and nibbled on her clitoris she started to moan. The moans got louder and louder and at one point I thought that she was going to break into song. After what seemed like a very long time (my tongue was getting tired) she asked me to stop and lifted herself off. "That was a most satisfying orgasm, Wanda," she said to me. "Normally, I would ask you to work on my ass now, but I'm too tired. I spent a lot of time shouting at the Chief today and that is not good for a singer. I need to rest my voice and I need some sleep. Come back tomorrow and do some more chores for me or I'll send my faithful bodyguards to visit you." I got dressed and was about to leave when she asked me to take something. She gave me a small book. "This is Wanda's handbook," she said to me. "This handbook is what all my employees have. It has all the rules in it. Study it tonight and then you will know how to behave correctly tomorrow." I took the book and left. When I got back to my hut, I decided to read it. The first chapter was entitled "How to Greet your Mistress." It went something like this: "Each day when you meet Mariah Carey indoors you must first take her right hand and kiss it whilst bowing or courtseying at the same time. Next you must take her left hand and do the same. The next step is to say "Good day to you Miss Carey, you are looking so beautiful as always." The next step is hug your mistress and kiss her on her lips. If she is pleased she may stick her tongue in your mouth. You must let her do so as she likes nothing better than a good french kiss. You must continue to kiss her passionately until she beckons you to stop or she pulls away. The next step is to grab her left breast. If it is possible to do so you must gently remove the breast from its cover, place her nipple in your mouth, give it a very brief suck and then say "What a pleasure it is to taste your beautiful nipple, Miss Carey." Repeat this with the right breast. Next gently lift the front of Miss Carey's skirt, comment on the beauty of her shapely legs and then pull her panties half way down. Next you must say the words, "Miss Carey, your cunt is the most beautiful cunt ever." If she is pleased she will turn around with her panties still down and let you kiss her first on the left buttock and then on the right. You must then say, "Miss Carey your ass is most beautiful, far prettier than any face I have ever seen except for your own face of course, and if you were to fart now it would make my day as your farts smell more beautiful than any rose that I have ever smelt." Finally you must replace carefully Miss Carey's panties so that she can preserve her decency. Then you must remove your own clothes and hand them to Miss Carey. Miss Carey will keep your clothes until she sees fit as to give you them back." I read all this and was surprised that such a handbook had even been printed. I read it a few times and made a strong effort to memorise what I had learnt. The next morning, I went to Mariah's hut and climbed inside. I must have arrived early because she was still undressed. Apart from stockings, a suspender belt and a pair of stilettos she was completely naked. I went over to her bed, took her right hand and kissed it. I tried to bow as I did so, then I took her left hand and did the same. When it came to the kiss, she dutifully stuck her tongue in my mouth so I knew that she was pleased. We kissed for a while and then I made my next move. Because her breasts were already bare, it was simply a matter of undergoing the nipple-sucking and saying the magic words. The same ritual was carried out with the rest. After this was complete, I remembered that I had to replace her panties so that she could preserve her dignity, but unfortunately there were no panties to replace. She glared at me and told me that if there were no panties to replace then I must get some and put them on her. I spent the next five minutes dressing her until she was fully clothed and satisfied. I then took off my own clothes one-by-one and handed them to her. She took them from me and placed them on the bed. My first chore was to clean the floor, which I did. First I swept the floor and then I got on my hands and knees and gave it a scrub. At one point Mariah kicked my naked arse because I wasn't scrubbing hard enough and just as I was finishing she stuck a finger up my bottom, something that made her giggle intensely. Next I had to carry out the ass licking task, the one which I should have done the day before. One again, I lay on my back as she lowered herself onto my face, but this time in the reverse position. She did not smell clean. I think that she hadn't had a good wash or ass-wipe in days but I tolerated it and licked away at her crack like there was no tomorrow. After twenty minutes or so she seemed satisfied. She saw that I was still erect and for someone who I believed to be selfish, she actually took pity on me. "I can see that you are almost at bursting point, so I command you to relieve yourself." I sat on the bed and jerked myself off. She watched me and enjoyed what she saw. She told me that she could not give me a helping hand as it was beneath her to hold the penis of a non-celebrity such as myself. To her credit, however, she did occasionally give me a flash of nipple or a quick glimpse of her beaver in order to keep me stimulated. When I had made my mess all over her bed and a little splash on her skirt, she took some of my cum on her finger and licked it off. She informed me that it was okay to do this, even for such a goddess as herself! According to her philosophy, Man's milk was always good to taste as it gave a woman the fuel that she needed to stay beautiful. There is a certain irony when a woman cannot put her penis in your mouth but she is still quite happy to swallow your cum! However, Mariah then reverted back to her domineering nature and commanded that I wipe the rest of my spunk from her bed sheets. She then let me have a break and we both sat on the bed and had a cigarette (I had started smoking again). Half way through my cigarette, Mariah lifted her leg and let out the biggest, loudest fart I have ever heard. She giggled as she lifted her skirt and wafted her gas in my direction. The smell was awful and made me wince. I can only guess that the food in the village had disagreed with her terribly. She was not pleased to see me wince. "How dare you cringe at one of my beautiful farts?" she snapped, "you are privileged to smell one. If I could bottle them and give them to you, you would make a fortune." I was pleased that at least she had NOT farted whilst sitting on my face! The next thing she asked me to do was to escort her to the toilet huts. This meant that I had to leave the hut naked which did not bother me too much as I lived in a village where most of the tribe were half-naked anyway. I took her to the cleanest of the huts, the one that I had cleaned only two days before. She asked me to wait outside until she had finished. When she came out she was not pleased. She looked as if she was going to start having one of her tantrums. "I've just had a terrible experience," she said, "I swear that you must tell no one about this." She pulled her panties down and I was horrified to see the mess that she had made in them. It appeared to me that she had shit in her panties. I began to feel sorry for her. I told her that I would tell no-one unless she treated me as more of an equal. She agreed with me and started to cry. Even the greatest of bitches have a soft vulnerable side! Two days later Mariah left the village forever. She never gave me my clothes back. Mariah did leave me a gift however. I was left with a small gold plated box. Inside it was a note: "Dear Wanda (Tom) I'm sorry that I took your clothes. As you know, I am the best singer in the world, ever, ever, and therefore I am worth more than you will ever be. However, I still regard you as a friend. You now have permission to call me Mariah, not that I will ever see you again, you hopeless mortal! I leave you great wealth! If you look inside this box, you will see the prize that I have left you. Yours faithfully Mariah Carey, Goddess, Superstar, Empress." I looked inside the box and noticed that she had left me a pair of her stained panties (not the ones that she had shit in, thankfully). Maybe she was thinking that they were actually worth something. I don't know! Jungle Tom Ch. 05 One day in my village, two female celebrities arrived but not together. The first one turned up with her husband and a small party of hangers-on. She introduced herself and her husband to the Chief and then she introduced herself to everyone in the village one by one. Eventually she introduced herself to me. "Hi, I'm Angelina," she said, and this is my husband, Brad." I recognised both of them now that they had told me their names. Brad didn't say anything, he just nodded and smiled at me, but Angelina was fairly chatty. She asked me my name, asked me what I was doing in the village and what the food was like. She seemed interested in what I had to say at first, but after a few minutes I realised that she was not really listening to me anymore. Someone else had caught her eye. She was looking at a small child that one of the tribeswomen were carrying "Oh, my, look at that baby," she said, "Isn't he cute? If only I could take him home with me." It was then that it dawned on me that Angelina was here for one reason and one reason only. She did not speak to me again that day. She decided to go and speak to some of the children and disappeared into the large hut that we used as the village school. An hour or so after this, another lady arrived with her husband too. She introduced herself to the Chief and then immediately started speaking to some of the children. Like Angelina's husband, Brad the new arrival's husband said nothing much but instead took out a bottle of beer from his backpack and started to drink it. He introduced himself to me as 'Guy' then went back to his drink. Well, soon after this, Angelina came out of the school-hut and when she saw the new arrival she was absolutely furious. "Hey Madonna," she shouted, "What the fuck are you doing here?" Madonna looked at her and scowled. "Oh, it's you," she snarled, "I might have known that you'd be here getting in on the act." "Getting in on the act? What is that supposed to mean?" asked Angelina, "I was here first!" They both squared up to each other but said nothing else. I decided that it might be wise to disappear. As I left to go back to my hut, I noticed Brad and Guy looking at each other and shrugging. It seemed that both men were a little embarrassed by the hostility between their two wives. The next day I rose early and went to the main area of huts. I could hear people shouting and the tribes-people had gathered into a small crowd. When I saw what was happening, I realised that some sort of argument had broken out between our new female arrivals. "I want the little girl, she's so adorable," screamed Angelina. "Yes but I'm having, her, I saw her first!" screamed Madonna. "Yes, but I arrived here first!" yelled Angelina. The two women would not give in and both of them stubbornly continued to shout at each other. I looked around to see where their husbands were. I noticed Brad and Guy were stood next to each other and both were whispering. I approached them and asked them what was happening. "It's the wives, they're at it again," said Guy. "Yes," said Brad, "it looks like things are getting heated. I think that a fight is going to break out soon." "Well," I said, "don't you think that both of you ought to step in and break things up?" Brad looked at me and started to laugh. "You must be joking," he said, "Never come between two fighting women. It's more than your life's worth. The last time I tried to stop Angelina in a cat-fight, I ended up with two black eyes!" Guy nodded his head in agreement. "This is embarrassing," he said. "Look, Brad I've got some beers in my hut, do you fancy coming back for a few drinks?" Brad smiled. "Yes, that's sounds like a good idea to me." The two men left so I went closer to the action to see what the two women were up to. "You bitch," snarled Angelina, "you always copy what I do!" "Oh, I do not," hissed Madonna. Madonna pushed Angelina and much to everyone's surprise Angelina was caught off-balance and fell on her backside into the mud. She was wearing a t-shirt, khaki shorts and hiking boots. When she stood back up again, we all noticed that the backside of her shorts were now covered with wet sticky mud. "Look what you have done?" she yelled, "these shorts are ruined." "Well," sneered Madonna, you'll have to take them off then." "You Bitch! You take yours off." Angelina reached for Madonna's shorts and gave them a yank. Surprisingly they ripped clean off and Madonna stood there in her panties looking embarrassed. "Give those back," she yelled, but didn't know whether to reach out and try and take back her shorts or to try and cover up her panties with her hand. Some of the tribesmen started laughing. Angelina still had Madonna's shorts in her hand and teasingly held them out at arms length. "Come and take them back if you think you can." Madonna lunged herself at Angelina and pushed her down into the mud again. Then she leapt onto top of her. Both women started rolling around on the ground, pulling at each other's hair and screaming. Madonna's lost shorts were now lying on the ground in the mud. Her panties were beginning to slip too and her bare backside was poking out of them as the wrestling had created some sort of wedgie. In the scuffle Angelina's top was ripped and pretty soon one of her breasts escaped. I managed to get a brief glimpse of nipple but then my vision was obscured by Madonna's body as Madonna lay on top of Angelina. Eventually the wrestling stopped and both women lay still and panting for breath. They let go of each other and both women stood up. As Madonna turned to face my direction, I noticed that her panties were still up the crack of her backside and from the front she had a clearly defined camel-toe. Angelina was standing with her left breast hanging out of her t-shirt. She made no attempt to cover up her nipple. I decided that it would be a good idea to step in now and encourage them to make the peace while they had both stopped to get their breaths back. "Look ladies," I said as I walked towards them, "perhaps you ought to stop this fighting, it's not solving anything." Madonna looked at me and glared. "You stay out of this, fella!" she snapped. "Yeah," snarled Angelina, "this is none of your business." I ignored their words and stepped between them and gently tried to push them both apart. This was a big mistake on my part as Angelina grabbed my hand and swung me into an arm-lock. Pinned by her from behind, she then push me forwards and I fell into the mud. I heard the tribesmen laughing again. Before I could get back up, Madonna jumped on me. "Hold him down!" yelled Angelina. Madonna slithered up my body and then sat on my face whilst Angelina jumped onto my belly and sat on me. I was thankful that it wasn't Angelina's muddy shorts that were on my face but I still had to contend with a close-up view of Madonna's camel-toe. It was as if they could read my mind because Angelina then said, "Hey Madonna, you pin his legs down, I want to be the one to sit on the face." "My pleasure," said Madonna as she changed her position and slithered onto my chest. Thankfully Angelina removed her shorts before sitting on me but she sat in reverse position so I had her arse over my face. All that separated my nose from her ass-crack was a very thin pair of lacy panties. Although I felt embarrassed to be like this in front of all those people, I still grew an erection. They held me down like this for a few minutes and then they decided to get off me. They appeared to have stopped fighting for the time being, so I got up, dusted myself down and decided to slip away back to my hut. The villagers had dispersed by now and gone back to their duties. It seemed as if the show was over. Later that evening I was resting in my hut when I received two surprise visitors. It was Angelina and Madonna. Much to my surprise they were both wearing lacy nightgowns. I assumed that they were both getting ready for bed. They told me that they had both made up for the time being and both wanted to apologise to me. I asked where their husbands were and was told that both Brad and Guy had fallen asleep from drinking too much. Angelina came and sat on my bed at one side of me and Madonna came and sat on the other. Angelina said, "We've both decided that in the interests of peace, we'll both adopt a child. I will adopt a boy." "And I will adopt a girl," said Madonna. "That's seems like a fair compromise," I said. They both smiled at me. "It's a pity that I won't be able to breast feed her though," said Madonna, "I will not be able to produce milk unfortunately. I am now menopausal." "Well, I'll be able to produce milk," piped in Angelina. "No you won't," said Madonna, "how can you produce milk if you're not pregnant?" "What's being pregnant got to do with it, I've been pregnant before," snapped Angelina. I could see that things were getting heated and the two women were starting to argue again. "Your breasts are the wrong shape for breastfeeding anyway. Mine are much nicer to suck on, jeered Madonna." "How dare you?" screamed Angelina, "we'll see whose breasts are the best for sucking on." With that remark she then ripped open the top of her nightie and pushed me onto my back. She commanded that I suckle on her nipple and she pushed her breast right into my face. "You can tell me how nice my tit is!" she barked "Leave him alone," snapped Madonna, "he doesn't want to suck your stinky tit, he'd rather suck mine." Madonna ripped open her top and pushed Angelina away. I was now lying flat on my back with Madonna hovering over me, her tits swinging back and forth and dangling over my face. "Suck on one of my nipples," she ordered. I tried to grab one of her tits and put it in my mouth but Angelina muscled in and tried to shove her tit in my face. The two girls started fighting over me and for the next five minutes, I had tits pushed in my face and nipples whacked against my mouth. I was trying desperately to suck on something but it was like trying to catch a swinging pendulum with my teeth. At one point I had two women completely squashing me and I felt I was going to suffocate as two, three or even four huge pillows of flesh were forced down hard onto my mouth and nose. The two women continued to shout and squeal as they pushed and shoved at each other and I was the one trapped beneath them both. Madonna even grabbed hold of Angelina by the arm and swung her around so that she no longer had her chest over me but instead ended up with some other part of her anatomy over me. "He'd rather suck on your ass than your smelly tit," yelled Madonna. "No, he would not," squealed Angelina and she tried to turn herself around again but all that happened was that she collapsed and her muscular thighs ended up on my face. The fighting was so intense that one point I ended up with Angelina's pussy pressed firmly against my nose and may I tell you that by now she had completely lost her nightgown and was not wearing panties either! I continued to be subject to this abuse for the next twenty minutes or so and the scuffling had cause both women to be very sweaty. In the end, they tired of fighting and left my hut. I lay still on my bed for a few minutes trying to get my breath back. There was a strong odour of female sweat and pussy in my hut and I decided that I needed to go out and get some fresh air. The next day one of the tribesman gave me a note. He told me that it was from Madonna and he told me that her and Guy had left the village early that morning. They had left without a child. I put the note in my shorts pocket and decide that I would read it later. Later that morning I found out that Angelina and Brad had also left. They too had left childless. I was given another note. This was from Angelina. I decided to go back to my hut so that I could read the two notes that I had been given. I read Madonna's first: "Dear Tom, Sorry for all the trouble that you had to go through yesterday but I'm sure you'll realise what a pig that Angelina Jolie is. I know she fancies my husband as well because she's always giving him the eye. I know that you'll agree that I've got much nicer tits than her, it's a pity that you didn't get chance to suck them properly and find out for yourself. Love Madonna xx" Next, I read Angelina's note: "Dear Tom, Sorry for what happened yesterday, it seems that you were a bit of a pig-in-the-middle when it came to my fight with Madonna. Talking of pigs, I know for a fact that the bitch fancies Brad, she's always giving him the eye. I'm glad that you saw my tits and can verify that they are much nicer than Madonna's. If she hadn't been there yesterday you would have had a chance to have a proper suck on them and then you would know that mine taste far better than hers. Love Angelina xx" I chuckled to myself when I had finished reading. Poor old Brad, poor old Guy. What did they have to put up with? Jungle Tom Ch. 06 It was the height of the wet season when we received another visitor. A petite blonde girl arrived complete with her friend Nichole and a couple of other stragglers. The new arrival seemed pleased to greet everybody. I noticed that she had been caught in one of the rain showers that we had earlier because her vest was soaking wet and this had caused it to become transparent. I could see that she was wearing no bra. The Chief invited me to escort our new guest and her friend to their hut. I quickly introduced myself and was told that our visitor was called 'Paris.' "Nice to meet, you Tom," said Paris and she leaned forward to shake my hand. As she did so one of her breasts started to escape from the side of her vest and I got a view of half of her nipple. "Whoops," I said, "it looks as if you've popped out." Paris looked down at herself and quickly covered her breast. "Silly me," she said, "what a thing to happen. It's a good job you told me you naughty man, I wouldn't have noticed otherwise and you could have been looking at it all day." Her friend, Nichole giggled. "Paris, how could you have been so silly not to notice that your tit was showing?" Nichole started to laugh uncontrollably and because she was wearing a flimsy vest too, her left breast escaped. "Now you've done the same thing," I said. Nichole peered downwards and noticed her lack of modesty. She covered herself and said, "Oh my God, I can't believe I did the same thing." I escorted the two girls to their hut but as they started to walk they both suffered the same wardrobe malfunction and both ended up with one tit hanging out of their tops, Paris the right one and Nichole the left one. I decided that it would only be right to point this out to them. "When I did they both started to giggle again. "You're such a bad man," said Paris, "trust you to notice that our titties were showing. I really did not know how this could have happened again." Nichole put her breast back in and so did Paris but Paris failed to do it properly and the nipple simply stayed in view. I decided not to tell her as I thought that we would end up here all day. When we got to the hut they invited me inside.. Paris took a mirror out of her case and decided to hang it on the wall. She must have caught her reflection because she noticed that her breast was on display again. "Oooh, you naughty man," she said to me, "why didn't you tell me that I was flashing again? I can't believe that this keeps happening to me, it never usually does!" I sighed and decided that it would be best if I left. I bade them farewell. I told them that I would see them both tomorrow and if they liked I would show them around the village. "Oooh, can I bring my camera?" asked Nichole. "Yes, if you must," I replied. The next morning I went to the girls' hut and was surprised to find them both still asleep in bed. They were both tucked up nicely under the covers. I noticed a digital camera by the bedside table and was about to have a look at the photos that were on there to see if there was anything interesting when Nichole woke up and saw me. She sat up in bed completely topless and both her small breasts were in full view. "Er..., you're flashing again," I said. "Oops silly me," she replied and pulled the covers up over her chest. "What are you doing?" she asked me. "I was just looking at your camera," I said. "Well, I'd rather you didn't", she answered. "There are some photographs on there that could get into the wrong hands. We wouldn't want them appearing on the internet or anything would we? People might get the wrong idea." I asked her what she meant and she explained to me that although the photos were completely harmless some people might misinterpret them. I asked her to explain further and she told me that during the night Paris had been unable to sleep because of the heat and humidity. The hut had been well-lit because all the oil lamps were on and Paris had decided to strip naked and lie on the bed, simply so that she could cool down. I asked Nichole why she thought it necessary to take photos of Paris if she was completely naked. She told me that she always took photos when they went away and it was perfectly normal to take photos of just about everything that happened to them. I asked her if I could see the photos but Nichole told me that it would be wrong to see them without Paris' permission. When Paris woke up I asked her if I could see the photos. Paris looked at me still half asleep and then sat up in the bed and just like Nichole was completely naked from the waist up. "I can see your titties again," I teased. Paris pulled up the covers to hide her breasts. "You're such a naughty man," she said, "I forgot that I had no top on. It's a good job you told me otherwise I wouldn't have remembered." She gave me permission to see the photos and explained to me that they were completely innocent. The first couple of frames showed Paris on the bed completely naked. She was lying on her front so I couldn't really see anything but I noticed what a lovely peach of a bottom she had. The third picture however was very interesting indeed. Paris was now lying on her back, her legs were wide open and her pussy lips were in full view. I asked her why on Earth that there was such a graphic photo on there. "Oh my God," she gasped, "stop looking at that photo please, you naughty man. I forgot that was on there." I ignored her words and continued looking. I felt an erection growing. "Listen to me," Paris said, "it's not what you think. I can explain. I was so hot and my pussy was so sweaty that I simply had to open my legs to cool down. I needed to get some air on my muff if you see what I mean." "Okay, I'll believe you," I replied, not too convincingly. Paris then asked me to pass her top. I reached over, found her vest and handed it to her. She managed to put it on under the covers without showing any nipples this time but then much to my surprise she climbed out of bed and was naked from the waist down. I pointed out to her that she still wasn't decent and when she realised her nudity, she gasped in horror. "Oh no," she said, trying to cover her pussy with her hands. "I forgot that I had no bottoms on. I was so careful to cover my tits up that I forgot about the bottom bit. Why didn't you tell me that I was naked before you let me get out of bed? You're a naughty man?" "Well that's because I didn't know that you were naked!" I replied. Nichole started giggling. She was still lying under the covers and was modestly only showing her head and shoulders. I was annoyed when Paris found some jogging bottoms and put them on. I had enjoyed seeing her pussy. It then occurred to me that I could have some fun with two vacuous girls such as these. "Girls, "I said, "I have an idea. Before we go for a stroll in the village I'm going to teach you something. I'm going to show you how best to cope with the heat and stickiness of the rain forest." "Ooh, please do," said Nichole, "its so hot here that I think I'm going to die." "Well," I continued, "Paris had the right idea last night when she stripped naked and spread her legs, but there is a little more to it than just that." "Please tell us more", said Paris. "This is what you must do," I said, trying to sound serious. "You both have to strip completely naked but you'll also need water to cool you both down. I wouldn't advise using drinking water as you need that to stop getting thirsty. I find that saliva is great for cooling." Paris looked at me and laughed. She didn't sound too convinced. "What, you mean you want us to spit on ourselves?" she asked. "No, no," I replied, "look I'll show you what I mean." I pulled down my shorts and underpants. Paris and Nichole both gasped when they saw my swelling penis. "You're very naughty," said Paris, "you can't just show your man's thing to two ladies." I apologised to the girls and explained that I too became hot in this awful climate. I explained that my private parts needed air too. Paris seemed to show sympathy and mentioned how uncomfortable I must be feeling. Nichole simply giggled again and her uncontrollable shaking caused both of her small breasts to skim above the covers and appear in view again. "Now," I said trying to sound serious, "watch this!" I bent forwards and tried to reach my stiff cock with my mouth, but of course I was unable to do so. "If only, I could lick myself," I said, "I could polish the whole of my dick and the wetness would cool it down." Paris simply froze with intrigue and stared firmly at my penis. "What I need," I continued, "is a friend who could do this for me." "I see what you mean," said Nichole who by now had stopped laughing, "perhaps I could help Paris in the same way, by licking her pussy when she is too hot.!" It wasn't exactly as I intended, as neither girl offered to lick my dick but in other ways it was going along the right lines. "Yes," I replied, "perhaps you could." Now, Paris decided to remove her bottoms again and the now naked Nichole climbed on top of Paris as she lay straddled across the bed. Nichole bent her head down over Paris's naked beaver and started to lick away. I enjoyed a great view of the carpet-munching activity that was going on and I enjoyed seeing some fantastic views of Nichole's ass- crack as she leaned forwards over Paris's beautiful slim body. Eventually I could resist it no longer and although unable to break the girls' boundaries and lick Paris myself, I positioned myself behind Nichole and grasping her bobbing ass with both hands I pulled my face towards it and started to lick at her anus. For a brief moment Nichole stopped chewing at Paris and turned her head back towards me. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked. "I'm sorry, Nichole," I replied, "I thought that your ass might need cooling, so I decided to give it a lick." "Well," said Nichole, "don't stop, it feels good. I am rather hot." She then splayed her buttocks a little wider as if inviting some cooling fresh air and let me continue to lick her ass, as she went back to the job of giving Paris a good pussy tasting. Nichole's crack was very sweaty (it must have been the heat) but she tasted good and I lapped away like a kitten drinking milk. After a few minutes of tushy-tongueing , I was beginning to get tired and bored and my aching cock was crying out for a little attention. "Would one of you girls be kind enough to cool my penis down?" I asked. Paris sat up which caused Nichole to stop licking her. She sidled around Nichole and leaned towards me. "I suppose I could lick it if you wish." Paris stuck out her tongue and probed at the head of my shaft. It felt good and I 'm sure that my erection grew a little more. "It's too big just to lick," purred Paris," I feel more comfortable sticking it in my mouth and sucking it like a lollipop." "Then do just that," I gasped. Paris gently but firmly sucked deeply on my dick and I was loving it but it was no use at all in cooling any of us down in the tropical heat. Whilst this was happening, Nichole not wanting to be left out, loomed over my face and like an eclipse blocking out the sun, her pussy dropped heavily onto my chin. I continued my tongue work but this time on her cunt and she moaned with pleasure. "That feels really nice," she murmered, "please don't stop." Paris appeared enthused by her words and continued to suck away at me with more passion. As I chewed gently at Nichole's swollen clit, Paris eventually stopped sucking away at me, but before I could protest, I felt her hand on my dick and then she sat on it and I felt it slide inside her. Now I had a girl on my face and a girl bouncing on my cock. This was turning out to be one sweaty but exciting game and after a few minutes or so, the ecstasy was too much and I shot my load into Paris's pussy, feeling it tighten around me even further as I climaxed. We eventually stopped and all rolled away from each other, exhausted with pleasure but desperately needing to cool down. I climbed off the bed, got dressed and left the hut without saying a word. We never went for our walk. The next day, I found that Paris and Nichole had left the village. A tribesmen brought me a large envelope, in it was note that they had left. "Dear Tom, You're a naughty man. We needed you to cool us down but all you did was leave us hot and sticky. We don't like the humidity here so we've decided to go home. We're far too hot to wear panties anymore and have decided to leave ours as a gift for you. All our love Paris and Nichole xx" I discovered in the envelope were two pairs of screwed up but moist panties. I pulled them both out, unfolded them and held them up to look at. Both were lacy and made of silk. There was no way that I could tell which was Paris's and which was Nichole's. 'Well,' I smiled to myself, 'perhaps if I have a good sniff then I might be able to tell which is which!'