1 comments/ 42141 views/ 9 favorites We Suck! By: ukstockinglvr When I left college I had a long summer before I started university, eight weeks in total before moving away. I made it my goal to have a summer of drinking and spending time with my friends, knowing there was a possibility some of whom I was never to see again as our paths parted. Life at college had introduced me to social drinking and along with my friends after a few weeks we found ourselves moving away from our regular college bars and pubs, maybe due to growing out of them or maybe in order to preserve the memories from our college days. We found a great little pub a little out of our town that we found to be a known uni student haunt, and it ended up a good place to meet new people, listen to advice and stories and get acquainted with the different types that we were soon to spend the next three years of our life with. After a few weeks of frequenting the student pub we ended up befriended by a close-knit group of soon to be second year uni students who were the complete opposite to us. We were generally known as Trendies; we wore designer gear, clubbed, and dabbled in coke and ecstasy, expensive a lifestyle as it was. OK, so to some we were poseurs and would be shunned or loathed, then again to others we were admired and imitated. The group that we managed, bizarrely, to get acquainted with were Goths. The sort that dressed in dark clothing mainly blacks, pale faces, various piercing and crazy haircuts. The Goth students at college hated my group of friends and regular insults were often exchanged, as we would pass in corridors or in the common room. The group of Goths we met at our new pub however were different, they were a lot less hostile and as we got to know them more we found that a couple had been Trendies at one point in time. A horrific thought to more than one member of my group and to an extent me, but life's strange like that. As our town was a stereotypical small town it turned out that they knew a few of our old college enemies, especially the Goths and there were awkward moments when sat at a table with someone you have called Morticia Adams and who has called you a pill head in class. Time however is a great healer and although a couple of them would not forgive and forget, the rest seemed to accept us as friends. As the summer went on we got closer as a group and there was no longer a feeling of us and them as our two groups simply merged, no more Trendies and Goths just a group of friends socialising. Two of the girls I instantly remembered from around college, Sophie and Katherine who I always thought were sisters, due to their similar looks, dress sense and make up, however it turned out they were just friends. They were both just over 5 feet tall and appeared tiny among their friends who all had to be 6ft at least, especially in their doc martin boots. The girls both had jet-black hair, Sophie's was short and pixie like, Katherine wore hers shoulder length. I never really noticed it when at college, maybe due to previous preconceptions to dismiss them as Goths, up close and getting to know them they were really likeable and fun lasses and both absolutely stunning. Something that was probably hard to tell from a distance due to their initial appearance dressed as they did. Sophie beneath all her make-up, had bronzed skin, brown eyes and a sexy cheeky smile that she was always showing, she was maybe the first to dispel my stereotype that all Goths were sullen and painfully serious as she was always laughing and joking around. Katherine was Sophie's opposite, with a milky white complexion, blue eyes, and freckles she was more towards the stereotype Sophie broke, but she could liven up, especially after a few drinks but Sophie was definitely the livelier more outgoing of the two. We were regularly going out on nights into the town ending up in some of the clubs we used to frequent, our new friends finding themselves in places they would never have dreamed of going in when at college, the reason evident by the visible annoyance of our next generation Trendies who we found easy to ignore. It quickly became noticeable that Sophie and Katherine were very close, too close for just good friends and some of my old friends started to believe that they were lesbians; I also began to think along this way as well after observing them a few times. On wilder nights they would hug and playfully peck each other on the lips or cheeks, dancing together they would put on a highly erotic show at the best of times, occasionally being outright blue on others. We had all asked them outright or tactfully at one point or another if they were lesbians but the girls would never give us a definite answer, leaving us to make up our own minds. It was common knowledge that their group at college was very incestuous in that they all had slept with each other at some time or another. It was also rumoured they had all been known to experiment bi-sexually and seeing Sophie and Katherine dancing fuelled these rumours for me. Quizzing their closest friends would not get us any answers either; they would just laugh it off, saying that the two of them had always been like that and that they thought nothing of it. Interestingly I found out that none of them could say that they had been with either Sophie or Katherine in any kind of way sexual, male or female and could not recall either having mentioned a boyfriend. This intrigued me, especially the thought of these two highly sexual and attractive females together and I was determined to find out some way or another. The moment that I did find out has to be one of the most memorable moments in my life. It was the week before I was to leave for University, it had been a really hot day and we had all been drinking since early afternoon in a beer garden. By evening one by one people were leaving either to go home or go to another venue but I had decided to stay and get drunk where I was and by half ten there was only Sophie, Katherine and I left. We were all quite drunk and went inside to get a round at the bar, as I waited to get served I noticed the girls had begun their ritual heavy petting in front of the rest of the pub. I was mesmerised as Sophie sat on Katherine's lap and thrust her chest into Katherine's face as she gyrated seductively on her lap to music from the jukebox. Katherine smiled mischievously and encouraged her, looking past her friend at me she laughed when she saw my facial expression and at the barmaid waiting patiently for me to pay. As I came and sat at the table they had occupied handing out the drinks and shots I had bought I asked them for what must have been the one-hundredth time that summer, "are you two a couple?" They both smiled in a horny way and looked at me with the usual wouldn't you like to know look before giggling. Knowing I was not going to get any straight answer from them I started the drinking games that had become a frequent ritual on nights out that were destined to get messy. After another round the barmaid rang the bell for last orders. Sophie suggested we go on to a nightclub, although I didn't think we were dressed for it as we were all in casual clothes, jeans and trainers, the girls persuaded me by saying they were going to get the next round and it was going to be tequila slammers. From past experience this meant that they were going to sprawl out on the bar and drink it from each other's cleavage, something I didn't want to miss. We headed for a local dance club and as we got close to the queue of half-dressed girls and smartly dressed guys I was convinced we would not get in, I was proven wrong when Sophie and Katherine took my hand in theirs and walked straight to the front. It turned out that the girls knew the doormen and they let all three of us in without paying, much to the vocal resentment of those still queuing outside. No sooner had we got inside the club that I lost them in a bit of a crush to get into one of the rooms. After forging my way through the crowd I felt out of place in a haunt that I used to frequent at least twice a week and usually dressed in £100 shirts and designer shoes. I wandered around a little until I found them in the middle of the dance floor gyrating against each other taunting the groups of guys that stood ogling them. They were especially teasing one particular group, one guy kept coming up behind Sophie and trying to grab her and join in; the girls knew how to handle themselves and were shaking him off without a problem. I went and stood by the bar and ordered a drink which I supped as I watched them looking into each other's eyes seductively dancing sexily, they would wrap a leg around each others waist's or hold onto each others sides as they ground into each other. And then I nearly spat my beer out as they embraced in a deep kiss that was not a platonic friendly kiss but one fit for lovers. I instantly thought, I have my proof, and as if to punctuate the moment the group of guys began to cheer. This brought Sophie and Katherine out of the kiss, after a moment of coyness and hugging each other Katherine caught my eye and she whispered to Sophie who looked over at me smiling and waving me to come to them. Who was I to decline the opportunity to make every guy in the club jealous I thought to myself as I reluctantly put my drink on the bar and started to make my way onto the dance floor. As I got close Sophie grabbed my arm and I was immediately pulled between the two girls and into the middle of the hottest, sexiest, gyrating sandwich of my life. After a lot of dancing, several rounds and Tequila slammers (no body shots unfortunately) we left the club together at closing and happily staggering along the high street in a row arm in arm chatting and laughing. "Some butch woman was hitting on me in the toilets" complained Katherine as we staggered along. "Oh well that's nothing, I had a pack of bitches calling me a lesbo and dyke when I went in" Sophie responded sounding in disbelief. They both sounded genuinely pissed off and I was about to add to the conversation when Katherine drunkenly announced, "I am going to get T-shirt printed saying that I am straight" gesturing across her chest as if writing the words. Sophie laughed, agreeing adding, "Yeah, but it should just say We Suck Dicks! That would get the message across." They both burst out laughing and I felt an instant stirring in my groin, I had always pictured these two tiny goddesses making out with each other, now I started to picture their pretty little mouths wrapped around a dick, my dick. I felt it getting hard in my pants. Now endless fantasies popped into my head and it was only when I realised Sophie speaking to me that I snapped out of them, we had reached their place. "Are you coming in?" she asked I managed a nod in response as my mind was still a buzz by what I had just heard and followed them both into the student flat. Katherine put some music on and Sophie went into the kitchen to get us all a drink, I sat watching her dancing in front of me, her eyes fixed on mine smiling. She had never teased me like this before; I had always known her to dance for Sophie in this way and no one else. Sophie came back into the room, she handed me a glass of vodka, something I had no intention of drinking as I had had enough to drink already. She gave Katherine a glass and they both danced around whilst drinking and trying to stand up, sometimes failing and staggering about steadying themselves on each other. A sexy song came on and they ended up in one of their usual teasing close dance embraces, after about five minutes of watching them bump and grind I decided to resurrect the T-shirt conversation. "I think you are lying about the T-shirts" I said out loud and they quizzically looked at me while still dancing as I continued, "I think you were just saying it to throw me off, I think you are a couple and some of the attention tonight was emphasising it" They both stopped dancing and had looks of mock outrage; they were surprised at my comment and were pretending to be offended by it. "We suck cocks" Katherine said. Sophie repeated the words, "we suck dicks." It was in this next moment, something came over me and I took an almighty chance, fuelled by drink and the horniness of the situation, I asked them; "prove it". They both stared at me open mouthed, Katherine managed to stammer "what?" I flashed her a grin, leaned back in the chair and asked again "prove it." Then my heart started to race as Sophie dropped to her knees in front of me, looking straight at me with purpose announcing, "OK, I will" I looked at Katherine my eyes wide; my brief moment of cockiness now gone as I was not sure if this was a joke or not I stammered, "What?" Ignoring me Sophie turned to look up at Katherine, "come on help me prove it, we have to prove we are not dykes" she commanded. I was now positively rock hard as Katherine slid to her knees beside her friend and they looked up at me, giggling in unison and my dick stirred at the sound and situation before positively tearing itself free when they simultaneously reached for my zipper. My desperate to escape lurched a little; Sophie must have sensed this because she looked mischievously at Katherine and they both slowed their actions, Katherine rested her hands on my thighs and Sophie grabbed my zipper slowly sliding it down. When it was undone she gently probed around inside my shorts, her faintest touch on my member sent a spark through my body as she delicately eased my dick into the open. This is it I thought to myself, my perfect day. I was looking down at my raging hardon swaying close to two beautiful female faces. Kneeling between my legs Sophie was slowly pumping my cock inches from her lovely lips and Katherine had her cheek pressed against her friends, they were both staring at me now with serious expressions. "What do you want us to prove?" Sophie asked flatly, parting her lips and pointing the head of my dick towards her mouth. I repeated the request that I had asked twice earlier, "Prove it." "Prove what" Katherine innocuously asked as if naive. I smiled down at them; knowing what was going to happen, all I had to do was ask them to do it, so I did, "Prove it, prove that you suck dick." As soon as the words left my mouth Sophie took me into hers, sucking and feeding me into her welcoming throat, I was in heaven. I had received a few blowjobs in my time and this was one of the best. She took quite a bit of me in before slowly withdrawing using her saliva as lubricant she then started to wank me into her mouth while working my cock head with her tongue. I could feel my orgasm building and Sophie must have noticed, she let my dick flop from her mouth, it was twitching and desperate for release. She grinned up at me asking, "Have I proved it?" I grinned down at her and nodded; grabbing my now wet throbbing cock and pointed it at Katherine asking, "Are you going to prove it as well?" Katherine looked uneasy, moving her head slightly away smiling nervously, Sophie leaned in and gave the head of my cock a quick flick with her tongue, giggled and then moved back and pulled her top over her head revealing her amazing bronzed pert breasts, she started to whisper encouragement to her friend. Katherine giggled a little; I briefly wondered what Sophie had been saying to her when Katherine looked straight at me, her lovely blue eyes showing determination. She gently brushed stray hair away from her face leaning in closer and I waggled my cock playfully which served as a prompt for her to act. She swiftly moved forward opening her mouth and enveloping most of my cock giving it one long leisurely suck. I was having the time of my life; Sophie toyed with her breasts in front of me while Katherine gave me amazing head. She bobbed fervently in my lap, the work Sophie had done primed my trigger and Katherine was going to set it off. As predicted it wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm building, not wanting to be inconsiderate I warned the bobbing Katherine, "I'm going to cum!" She slowed down before releasing me from her mouth with an audible pop. Sophie scooted in closer her big brown eyes glazed and to my surprise she took hold of my cock again, this time wanking it towards her open mouth. This action was too much and I bucked and shot three huge loads, two straight into her mouth and the last over her breasts. Katherine looked on in awe as her friend licked the head of my dick while grinning and massaging my cum into her naked chest. Sophie then turned to her looking lustily at her friend and pulled her close, they then looked at me with a glint before kissing, sharing my cum. The cum sharing embrace lasted almost a minute and as they parted Sophie rested her hands on my knees looking at me, her naked chest stuck out proud. "Have we proved it, have we both proved that we suck dick?" she asked grinning. "Yes, yes, you both proved it very well." I replied with much conviction and they both sexily giggled before resuming their kiss which I was content on simply watching. The following days we acted normally towards each other not speaking of that night. Although I was eager for a repeat performance, maybe more even, nothing else happened between the three of us and it soon came close to the time for me to be heading off to university. I was sat with the rest of the group in our favoured pub and we were all sat idly chatting, speculating about next year and what university life was going to be like when Sophie and Katherine came and joined us, after they said their hellos they put their drinks on the table and stood and removed their jackets in unison. I didn't notice until the other guys at the table burst out laughing and then I studied them, they were both stood with their hands on their hips grinning triumphant. Wearing printed T-shirts sporting the phrase We Suck Dicks! I laughed out loud and clapped my hands ceremoniously nodding my approval. They definitely proved it to me. We Survived I had come from a low-income rural family and had studied hard in high school to earn grades good enough to get a scholarship to go to the best university in my state. The first year was boring enough, having to take all those core units was a drag. I was waiting to get into the zoology and history classes, which were part of my double major. But it was in introductory chemistry that my life began to change. All because of one girl. Her name was Caitlin, she had the most amazing and dazzling shoulder length red hair you could imagine, and the sweetest grey eyes you could imagine, and add that to her well-proportioned body and you had the makings of a queen. We even got teamed up on a class lab project, where I unfortunately exhibited all the traits of the sophomore geek that I was. Coming from a small country town the number of girls my age was relatively small, and the number of relatively attractive ones could be counted on one hand. So my experiences with the opposite sex were bordering on non-existent. Because of her beauty and her position on the starting line-up of the university women's basketball team made her all but untouchable, except in my dreams, which frequently featured her. The good this was that I loved basketball, so I went to each home game that I could. I enjoyed the grace and fluidity that she showed when she moved down the court, and it didn't hurt that I was practically mesmerised by the movement of her ample breasts hidden underneath her jersey. In order to help pay for my boarding costs I got a job with the university as a cleaner. It allowed me go all over the campus. One time I was in a storage room located in the basement of the Athletics Building, a room that I had never been to previously, looking for one of the floor polishing machines my supervisor had told me was down there somewhere. I was fossicking around the room until I spotted the floor polisher. It was about to move the table it was hiding under when I heard voices, female voices. Intrigued I moved some of the boxes on top of the table aside and stood up on it, hoping that it wasn't going to fall over. Once I had stood up straight I noticed that there was a vent about shoulder height. Slowly I stepped forward and peered through. Oh my goodness, it was as if all my birthdays had come at once. It was the girls change room that you could only get to from the other side of the building. It was a forest of wonderful breasts of all shapes and sizes, ranging from the petite cup cake sized breasts to the enormous DD behemoths. I was enjoying the view, when the situation got even better. I heard the name of the maiden of my dreams, Caitlin, being called out. I couldn't really make out what they were saying, but that didn't bother me, as I was standing there transfixed upon Caitlin's glowing breasts. They were beautiful, and big, being at least a good C cup in size. They seemed to hang in the air, as if to defy gravity with her beauty. Caitlin had a towel wrapped around her waist, while she used another to dry her upper body. Slowly she wiped the gleaming water off of her breasts, by now I was quite hard and half expected my engorged manhood to burst through my jeans. But all good things must come to an end, and she moved away from my view. Returning to a state of semi-conscious reality I remembered what I was in the room for and quickly gathered the floor polisher and pushed it out into the hallway. I turned and locked the door once more and went back to my cleaning duties, satisfied with a thousand sights that will enrich my wandering dreams at night. I would return to the room several more times during the semester, but I would never see Caitlin in all her glory again. Resigned to my fate I gratefully accepted the booby prize I was handed. It seemed life was to deal me a mortal blow, when Caitlin began dating the captain of the lacrosse team. I don't think there was another person I hated more n the face of the earth, than that guy. He seemed to parade her around like a trophy, never fully appreciating the person she was, but rather what she looked like. But, life has its twists and turns. As part of my scholarship I was given the opportunity to travel with a group of students and lecturers from the university to the Amazon jungle for two weeks of awareness building and community development, during the summer break. We were tasked to build several buildings that would be a school and a clinic in a remote village, as well as participating in some field research with some biologists, which was really why I was interested in going. I almost missed the flight when my friend's mother got lost on the way to the airport. We ran down the gangway to the aircraft, happy to be going somewhere different, it was an adventure for us two country boys. We showed the stewardess our tickets and she pointed to the rear of the plane, it was only the second time I'd been on a plane before. The previous time was to go to my grandfather's funeral when I was a lot younger. Slowly James and I pushed our way to our seats and stowed our carry on luggage above our heads. My level of excitement built into a crescendo when I spotted Caitlin sit down a row ahead of us, in the middle isle. As I was sitting on an isle seat near a window I could now happily watch her throughout the whole trip. So I did. The sight of her bra clad breasts peeking out from her top sent my mind instantly wandering back to the time in the storage room. At one stage it got too much to bear and I had to relieve myself in the toilets to our rear. So I guess I joined the loners mile-high club at that stage. The rest of the flight went uneventfully and we landed in Rio many hours later. As part of our acclimatisation process it had been arranged that we were to stay at a hotel for two days and visit the local museums as an educational experience before setting out for the village. The first night we all went to bed relatively early as we were tired from the long flight, that had started so early in the morning. The next day we visited the national museum, which was, from a geeks perspective, very interesting, and I did learn a few things that would later prove to be very useful indeed. During the day I tried to stay as close to Caitlin as I could, but she stuck with a few of her friends that were on the trip and quickly formed a small group of the popular people. Maybe this trip wasn't going to be so good after all. But later that night I was to be proven wrong, the first in a long line of miscalculations, which would place me on a very steep learning curve later on. We had finished our dinner a few hours earlier and were all finding our own things to do. James and I decided that going swimming in the pool was a very good idea, so we headed up to our room, from the commons area of the hotel to get changed into our bathers. James was taking his time so I decided to go and have a look at the pool from our balcony. The pool below was an enormous kidney bean, with deck chairs situated around its circumference. On one of those chairs was Caitlin. She was wearing a bikini that probably was illegal in most states back home. It wasn't quite a string bikini, but it came awfully close. I told James I would meet him down there, and I practically ran down to the pool four stories below. As I neared the poolside I slowed my walk to appear nonchalant and calm in my surroundings, surrounded by the beautiful bodies that I was. I found a deck chair close to Caitlin, but not to close as to be creepy. I sat there for the ten minutes it took James to get to the pool, taking in the view of perfection that was before me. She lay face down with her ass pointing skyward, a monument to the splendour of her design. Her ass was not the waif like, skeletal form of most young girls her age, but rather it was firm and well rounded, in complete proportion to the rest of her delicious body. The bikini bottoms barely covered the soft flesh of her ass, and I could see the goose bumps on its otherwise smooth surface. Finally, James arrived and we decided to dive in and swim around a bit with some of the others from the group. We had been swimming around for about half an hour when I heard a splash behind me. I turned to see who had caused the distraction, and saw Caitlin's head of flaming red hair break the surface. Slowly she swam by doing the breaststroke. Just wishing I could touch one of her magnificent breasts I watched her firm ass pass me on by. After a dozen laps of the pool she swan gracefully up to a set of steps leading out of the water. As she reached the top step I noticed that her bikini bottom had moved up in between her ass cheeks, a place that I would have given my right arm for. Effortlessly she peeled them back out and returned to her chair and gathered her towel. I was all too much for me as I dunked my head underwater to try and wake me from this terrible nightmare. The girl of my dreams is within reach, but could not have been any farther away from me, than if we had both been at the separate poles. I was just glad the water was cold, as I would have had a raging hard-on if it hadn't been. Eventually James and I got sick of swimming and went back to our room and went to sleep, as tomorrow we had to get up bright and early to travel the two days to the village. We had been travelling for about five hours on the second day when we reached the top of a low mountain. The driver pointed out that the village we were travelling to was over another six or more such mountains. Some of the group groaned aloud as they did not appreciate the snails pace the heavily laden bus had to travel up the steep gravel tracks. We were on our way down one of these mountains and were nearing the bottom, when the 14-seater Toyota bus we were riding in started to loose traction. It had happened a few times before, and we were all beginning to worry when the driver began to swear loudly in Spanish. "Madre con dios!!" he exclaimed as the rear of the bus swung around and perched itself over the edge of the ravine. Several of the girls started to scream loudly. It did not take long for the weight of the bus to cause the ground beneath it to give way. We slid backwards down the slope for nearly a football pitch before the bus hit a large rock, flipping it. The large sliding door that I was sitting next to slid open and I was flung out of the bus. As I tumbled down the steep embankment, I saw brief glimpses of the bus as it disappeared from my sight. Moments later everything went black. I slowly came to and blinked my eyes; it was all black, was I blind? I tried sitting up, but the sharp pain emanating from my side and my head caused me to lay back down gingerly. Gradually my eyes came into focus, well sort of anyway, and I could see a few stars twinkling away in the skies far above my head. At least I wasn't blind. A moan, someone else is here, I tried to call out but my brain is too rattled to get any coherent words out, so I slowly crawl to where I think the sound is coming from. It seemed like I had been crawling for ages when I felt a hand reach out and grab the tattered remains of my shirt. I nearly jumped right out of my skin. I rolled over and grabbed the hand, it was slick with some kind of liquid, and then the darkness took me again. I woke to the heat of the sun shining on my face. Some of the pain in my head has subsided but my side hurt like hell. I sat up and found a bloody arm lying in my lap. I quickly turned my head to see whom it was attached to. It was Caitlin. I couldn't believe it, the girl of my dreams had died in my arms, and I didn't even know it. Tears began to streak down my face mixing with the blood that had congealed there. It was all too much for me to bear; here I was alone in the jungle with my dream girl dead beside me, and all the rest of the group missing. But a sound broke me out of my funk. Caitlin had moaned, she was alive. Now it seemed I had a purpose, a reason for living, at least for the next few days anyway. We had been lying on a patch of rocky river bed, so I decided that I should try and move her as soon as I could. I spent the next few minutes walking around the immediate area, sizing up the situation. Finally I found a spot under a large tree where there was a patch of moss and leaves, something a lot softer and more comfortable than river rocks. I carefully checked her over for any broken bones, it didn't seem like she had any so I moved her to underneath the tree. She let out a deep moan as I placed her down on the ground. On her head was a deep gash; I hoped she didn't have significant head injuries. I used the remains of my shirt as a pillow so that she could be somewhat comfortable while I searched around for anything that might be useful. It took two hours of searching but I had finally collected a sizeable amount of clothes and bits and pieces. Not only did I find those items but I also found three dead bodies, including that of my friend James. I decided that Caitlin needed seeing to before I could bury the dead. I had found some fresh water in several water bottles and was contemplating saving it for drinking water, but Caitlin's wounds needed to be cleaned and patched up using the small medical kit I had found. So I figured that I could boil some river water in the metal container I had found washed up on the riverbank later when we needed water to drink. Caitlin's clothes were as torn and shredded as mine so I slowly removed the small shorts and top she had been wearing and left her in her underwear, which was a black bra, with matching g-string. My heart skipped a beat for a moment as I viewed this broken beauty, but any lustful desires were soon replaced by those wanting to help as best as I could. While I worked on her head I covered her with a large shirt I had found, it must have been Mr Walter's, as it was big enough to cover her twice over. Very slowly and tenderly I cleaned out the large gash on her head and placed some gauze over it. Holding it in place with an elastic bandage. Then I needed to check the rest of her body, as she had bled a lot. I started with her shoulders and slowly began to move downwards. The water must have been cold as she shivered in her unconsciousness. When I reached her breasts I paused for a moment, I was finally able to touch them. But it wasn't the way I wanted it to happen. I shook my head, poured some water over the rags I was using to clean her off with and began to wipe the blood off of her soft and delicate breasts. Caitlin moaned a slightly different moan from the others, and I saw through her bra that her nipples were becoming hard. Maybe she was enjoying it, I thought, I hoped so because it was a better place than she was in now. I finished with her breasts and wiped away the blood from her stomach. There were several dark deep bruises and a few smaller cuts that I made sure were clean but did not bandage, I wanted to save that for her head or anywhere else where it might be needed. There was more blood around her thighs, so I gently cleaned this away and found another large cut in her upper right thigh. As I was cleaning this area and putting the bandage on my hand brushed past her panty mound. I looked at the sizeable camel-toe that was showing from beneath her g-string and noticed that there seemed to be blood seeping through her lingerie. I slowly and gently pulled down her g-string; careful not to knock the wound on her leg, there was some congealed blood there too. Not having a sister, and a somewhat prudish mother I was not intimately familiar with the biological functions of post-pubescent girls, except for what I had learned in Miss Embleton's Health Ed class in high school. As I wiped away the dried blood I noticed a small white string. It took me a couple of seconds to recognise it for what it was, a tampon. I quickly realised that Caitlin must be having her period. So I stopped what I was doing and found the toiletries bag I had found earlier. It had contained make-up, perfumes and other female paraphernalia, including several packets of tampons. I pulled one out and looked at it, I had only seen one once when one was found in the playground at junior high. I pulled out the used one and placed it with the bloodied rags, I would dispose of them later, so that one of the innumerable predators in the Amazon couldn't smell them. I began to finish cleaning between her hair-topped mound, as I reached the area of her clitoris she let out a loud moan and her whole body shuddered. I was hoping like mad that she wouldn't wake up and find me with my hands between her legs. So I quickly tried to insert the fresh tampon, it took a couple of goes before I got it in properly. I hoped this was not to be an omen. After pulling her g-string back up I gently rolled her over and cleaned her back, which was covered in bruises. I hoped that I didn't look as bad as she did. Despite the pain in my side I struggled to put the shirt over her. It is not easy trying to dress an unconscious person, but I finally managed to do it. There was some fresh water left so I wet her lips and drank some for myself. I now had the unpleasant task of burying the dead. It took me several hours of digging with a piece of wood before they were properly buried, with large rocks placed over the top of the communal grave. I said a brief prayer in front of the makeshift crosses I had made and then walked back to our makeshift camp. Fortunately, Suzy, one of the dead, was a smoker and had a cigarette lighter in her pocket, and it was full. Hopefully, I would need it sparingly. I needed to build a fire soon as it was beginning to get dark and the predators of this region were going to come out. After an hour of collecting firewood I started a reasonably sized fire, one that would provide warmth and protection to both of us. After I had snacked on a couple of muesli-bars I fell sound asleep. Several times in the night it seemed like Caitlin had woken up, but she was just moaning in pain, or at time she was mumbling in her sleep. I would spend the next day foraging for supplies from the remaining wreckage. I would find the bus sitting in the middle of the river, with only the rear door sticking out of the murky waters. A silent watery grave for so many people. Morning had broken on the third day of my misadventure, so I decided to have a look at Caitlin's wounds and to change the dressings. I changed the bandage on her head, without any problems, at least it did not seem like it was getting septic. I was nearly finished with the bandaging up of her leg wound when she woke up and found me kneeling next to her leg, with my hands between her thighs. Quickly she jammed her thighs together, pinning my hands between them. However, one of them had hit her wounds and she screamed out in pain. "AAAH!!, What the hell are you doing?" She said as she tried to prop herself up on her elbows. I immediately retrieved my hands from between her legs. "Settle down Caitlin, you're pretty banged up. You've taken a huge knock to the head, and have a large cut on your right thigh." I said trying to reassure her. She slowly reached up to her head and felt the bandages there, and repeated the process with her leg. In doing so she realised that she was not in the clothes she was wearing on the bus. "You pervert. You couldn't wait to get a gawk at my body while I was out, could you?" she yelled at me. "I needed to.." I didn't get to finish my sentence when she interrupted. "I don't care what you think you needed to do your are perv, clear and simple." She said vehemently. "Now where are my clothes?" she asked. Stunned beyond belief I merely pointed to a bundle of clothes I had found, I didn't know if any were hers, but at the moment I didn't care. She was on the warpath. It must have been the adrenaline kicking in, because she stood up and stumbled over to the pile of clothes and rummage through it. Finding something appropriate she disappeared into the jungle for some privacy, which seemed silly, considering what I had already seen. "I wouldn't go too far in there if I were you" I called out. But she paid me no attention. We Survived Several minutes later she reappeared, wearing a summer dress, that looked like one of Suzy's. It was predominantly beige with a large pattern of green and brown vines wrapping itself around it. As Suzy was a little bit smaller than Caitlin the fit was a little tight, but I didn't mind, it did wonders for her figure, wrapped in bandages or not. She sat back down underneath the tree in silence for several more hours, staring blindly into the fire. Eventually she asked what had happened, as she couldn't remember. "Well," I said, "to put it simply our bus slid off the edge of a mountain and were the only survivors out of the whole group." "Are you sure?" she questioned. "Absolutely, I buried James, Suzy and Mrs Hendrickson yesterday, and I saw the bus in the river completely submerged except for the rear door which was closed." I replied. The whole situation seemed to overwhelm Caitlin and she started to cry. I walked over from the fire and tried to sit down beside her to comfort her, but she pushed me away and said, "Go away I don't want you to touch me again. Just go away." So I did. The next few days were spent in almost total silence. It was going to take some time for Caitlin to come to terms with what had happened. At least she was allowing me to re-bandage her head wound, but she would not let me touch her legs again. We stayed in that spot for another few days, until the food situation started to become dire. "We need to try and look for a village or something, cause our foods going to run out in a few days." I said. "Yeah I know." Replied Caitlin. "But if we move from the crash site, we might never be found." She added. "Or we could die here." I added. "Think about it tonight and then we'll make a decision tomorrow morning." I suggested. "Okay." She conceded. I had already walked to where our drinking water was boiling away when she walked up to me. "Malaki." She called out. "Yeah." I replied. "Sorry I treated you like I have the past couple of days. It's just that I'm having a hard time getting used to all this you know. It's so different from home. I come from the city and am uncomfortable in the outdoors. But you, you seem to take it all in your stride. How do you do it?" she asked. "It's not easy." I stated. "I come from the country, where I have lived and worked in the forests since I was a kid. I was even a boy scout and went on survival camps. So not all of this is new to me. But that being said. I'm not too familiar with the Amazon. So I reckon were about even out here." Caitlin just nodded and walked away. It sure is interesting what you learn about people in extra-ordinary situations, and I found that I was attracted to Caitlin more than ever now. In the morning she agreed that we should leave our camp and travel downriver until we came across a native village or a town, or something with people in it. We put all our possessions into a couple of bags and tied them to a pole I had made from a tree branch. That way we could share the load between us. With Caitlin's injuries (that were beginning to heal quite well) and my own injuries that I had kept from Caitlin it made for slow going. But after hours of breaking a trail through the jungle we found a clear path. That meant people, or so I thought, not considering that there are animals big enough to create game trails in the Amazon. Some biologist I was turning out to be. We would take regular breaks to try and keep our endurance up, but without a decent diet we were rapidly burning up our personal stores of energy. It was during one of these stops that I was taking a piss behind a tree when I heard the snap of a branch. I quickly finished and pulled my fly up, looking around I searched for the source of the noise. "Caitlin, Caitlin, did you hear that?" I shouted. There was no reply. I was beginning to get worried. "Caitlin, Caitlin." I called out again as I walked back to where I had left her with the gear. Then I saw it. A black panther sitting in the tree above Caitlin standing motionless was staring at it. Looking around I saw several large rocks and picked them up. One by one I hurled the stones at the large predatory cat. It jumped from its perch in the tree and turned towards me. What was I going to do now? I didn't have a weapon. I grabbed at the nearest lump of wood as the panther quickly covered the distance between us and leapt at me. I took a swing and felt the piece of wood shatter as it struck the panther, then for the second time in the space of a week darkness would claim me once again. I moaned aloud, or at least I think I did, for the sound seemed far away. There was some light, I blinked a few times and opened my eyes. Expecting to see Caitlin there I was more than shocked when I saw an old native woman kneeling over him, with her small brown bare breasts hanging in his face. I tried to call out and move but I couldn't. I was in more pain than when I was thrown out of the bus. "Caitlin, Caitlin?" I called out. Wanting a familiar face. The old woman moved some wooden bowls out of the way and spoke in her native tongue. I turned my head and saw a younger native girl get up and step out of the hut. Then I blacked out again. I would learn from Caitlin much later what happened next as I was in and out of unconsciousness for over a week. Apparently, I had been mauled by the panther causing deep cuts to my arms and chest. Luckily for Caitlin and me the local natives were actually hunting that particular panther and had been tracking it for several days. They killed it with their poison darts before it could continue its attack on me. As it was I nearly didn't make it. Over that next week Caitlin was kept away from me except once a day to show her I was still okay. I can vaguely remember a few things that happened next and it would be many months later that I would fully find out the truth. The first thing I remember is being washed one day. I was still semi-conscious and incoherent, but I do remember the feeling of the young villagers hands over my body as she washed it daily, with one of their herbal remedies. I guess it must have been the young villager girl I had seen before. Because they were pygmies, standing on average only four feet tall it was hard to gauge their ages, however, this one must have been in puberty at least for she had well developed breasts that were coffee brown and shaped like a round pyramid. Her hands were soft as she moved the animal skin covered in lotion over my body. I lay there still as a log until she reached between my legs. Cupping my balls she kneaded the lotion into them with surprising confidence, maybe she wasn't so young after all. I didn't take long before I had the biggest erection I've ever had. It was so hard that it hurt. The young girl let out a yell and called for her relative, whom I would later find out was her mother. The old woman swiftly entered the low hut and talked rapidly to the young girl. The girl just pointed at me. Looking down she saw my raging erection. I would later find out that the penises of the males of the tribe are in direct proportion to their size, so mine looked enormous, even though it was only six inches long and an inch and a half wide. The old woman said something again and the young woman grabbed the base of my penis in her small little hands, she nearly couldn't close them. She took them away for a moment and covered them in their special lotion. Placing them back on my still rigid member she began to stroke up and down the length of the shaft. A wave of pleasure began to engulf me as she made her way up to the head of my penis. In my semi-conscious state I moaned in pleasure so she speeded up the process. Within minutes I could feel my body begin to tense up as I near the climax. The mother urged the young girl on. With no self-control I climaxed, sending a jet of molten come into the air and onto the hands of the young girl, who squealed at the sight. I hadn't relieved myself via the five knuckle shuffle since the plane trip so I was bursting at the seams with come, and I continued to pump it out all over her hands and onto the floor of the hut. Finally, I finished and slipped back into deep unconsciousness once again. What I didn't know was that many of the young women in the tribe were recent widows when their men had clashed with illegal cattle ranchers a few months earlier. In the matriarchal society that these villagers lived the head mother had all the power. Apparently she saw in me a chance to restock the village, with bigger stronger children. I wasn't fully aware of the situation as I lay there in the hut, but I did have an inkling. It started later that day when the young girl came back again and started to play with my balls. As I began to get harder and harder she took her hands away and began to suck on the head of my penis, rolling her tongue around it in a way that surely meant she had had some sexual experience. It was driving me crazy, but in my semi-conscious state I could not identify the reason for the incredible sense of pleasure and ecstasy I was feeling. The young girl must have felt the change in my body as she stopped sucking my penis and promptly tried to mount me. But she was having difficulties, not so much with lubrication as she was already wet herself, in addition to my soaking wet penis. No it was the size that daunted her. From behind her I heard the faint words of her mother as she stood up, realigned herself and placed the head of my penis into the narrow opening of her vagina. Slowly and carefully she lowered herself down the full length of my rigid member. It must have been quite an effort as she squealed several times on that short journey. Once she was fully impaled she began to ride up and down on my hardened shaft. Soon she was in a rhythm that included the carefully controlled tightening and release of her vaginal muscles. Up and down she rode, with each up lift she would moan in her own pleasure. The tight, warm, moist tunnel of love I had penetrated was creating feelings deep within me that I had never felt before. I was greater than the best wank I had ever given myself. It was as if electricity was flowing throughout my whole body. As her rhythm got faster and faster her grasp on my penis got tighter and tighter, until my body tightened up and spasmed, shooting a huge wad of come into her. She climaxed soon after which left a flood of her own juices flowing out onto me. Using her powerful vaginal muscles she drained as much of my come from me as she could. The sexual release of the moment caused me to black out once again, covered in the intermingled sweat of both of us. What I didn't know was that the little pygmy girl lay beside me after our strenuous exertions and fell asleep. Over the next few days I was to have many more visitors, with the same exhausting results. How many eventually visited me I have no idea, but judging by the number of lighter coloured kids that came around nine months later it must have been quite a lot. Afterwards I also wondered what Caitlin had thought during this whole period of time. Later she would tell me that they said all the women were nurses taking their turns. I eventually got well, but the attack left me permanently scarred on my chest, with five large white grooves running across it. Over the next few months Caitlin and I learnt the language and some of the skills needed to be effective members of the village. Sometimes we would talk about the world where we used to live, but as time went on we no longer cared for the material things or the wealth. Life was hard here but it was good and simple. Our minds would be made up several months later when the village was raided by a small group of poachers. What they didn't figure on was the presence of two white people in the middle of the jungle. Their confusion allowed us to fight back and then to force them to flee. No sooner had they left than the call went out amongst the tribe-members to pack-up and leave. For the villagers this is a simple thing. They take only what they need to survive until they find another suitable spot then they move on. Deciding that they should be as far from everything as possible we travelled for two weeks into the dense jungle with the villagers until they came to flat area with two small creeks running through it. This was to be their new home until they moved on yet again. Huts went up quickly as trees were felled and the bark was used for roofing. Life returned to normal very quickly. But for Caitlin and I life was about to get even more complex. Before our latest move many of the village elders were constantly asking us why Caitlin and I didn't have any children, and why we didn't sleep together. Both our answers were the same, "Oh we're just friends", we would say. Then one day at our new home site I noticed Caitlin had begun to wear the traditional clothes of the villagers, a short skirt made out of animal skins, and that was it. She was top-less. Her ivory white breasts stood out amongst those village girls, like shining beacons in the night. It was a glorious sight; her nipples were the rosy red I had remembered from the girl's change-rooms back at university all those many months ago. I smiled at her and walked off with the men to go hunting. The whole time we were away hunting the village men teased me about my reaction to Caitlin. They weren't talking about the smile I gave her, but the raging hard-on I had as we made our way into the jungle. There was no denying it Caitlin was a superb jungle woman, she could probably out Tarzan, Tarzan. All throughout the hunting trip that lasted several days my mind wandered at times, but it always came back to the sight of those delicious orbs, and the memories of her body beautiful but broken, laying on the rocks of the river banks. So it was a relief to get back to the village. I had made up my mind to talk to Caitlin about how I felt about her at all costs. There was to be no holding back. The chorus of voices breaking into singing, heralding the return of the successful hunt, disturbed my quiet contemplation. I tried to quietly find her but she was out collecting berries with some of the other women of the village. So I helped the men divvy up the meat between families. Then I saw her walking back carrying a large wooden bowl filled to the brim with a variety of jungle fruits. But once again it was her breasts that I became fixated upon. I sat there in silent homage to her beauty. She walked up to a hut in front of the hunting party and bent over to put the bowl on the ground. She had discarded underwear. All I could see was the outline of her protruding mound between her shapely legs. Several members of the hunting party kept nudging me until she turned around. She had an enormous cheeky grin on her face. She had done that on purpose, knowing full well that I would see it. Up until now there was an uneasy sexual tension that existed between us. We were of course firm friends by now, but there was still a hesitancy to be physical near each other. But somehow that barrier had been broken on this day. I sat there stunned about what had just happened as she walked away towards her own hut. I still hadn't quite grasped the situation when the matriarch walked up to the hunting party and grabbed by the hair and pulled me along for a way. Finally, she let go and as soon as I had stood up straight she pointed directly to Caitlin's hut. I supposed it was now or never. So walked slowly towards Caitlin's hut trembling with fear that I may just be on the verge of getting what I have longed for, for the past two years. I walk up to her door and call out "Caitlin?". "Come on in Malaki." She said in a tone I had not heard her use before. So in I walked crouching low under the small doorway. There she was sitting cross-legged and naked from the waist up. I just stood there and stared. I must be dreaming, no I must have died in the crash and this is my final fantasy. Sensing my fear and awkwardness she stood up and walked over to me and took both of my hands in hers. "Malaki, over the past few months I have seen you do things I would never have expected from someone like you. You saved my life, you took care of me..." I tried to interject but she just placed a finger over my lips and held it there for a long moment. "You even risked your life to protect me on several occasions, and it wasn't until after the raid by the poachers, that I wouldn't know what to if you were gone." She said. "I was just doing what had to be done." I replied feebly. "And now I am doing what needs to be done now. I don't ever want to go back to the US. I want to live the rest of my days with you here." She said sincerely. I was astonished to the point of being speechless. I just couldn't answer her. She wanted me, not the other way around. I couldn't believe it. All I could stammer out was, "It's because I love you." "I know that now. And I want to show you that I love you to." She said as she led me over to the pile of animal furs lying on the floor and we lay together. At first we just lay there, looking deep into each other's eyes and finding the sparkling river of love there. Then we kissed softly, tentatively. Her lips were sweet and moist, it sent an electric charge down through my body and I felt my manhood begin to twitch inside the tattered shorts I was wearing. After breaking of the kiss we both said "I love you" simultaneously, which led to us engaging in a long drawn out passionate kiss where our tongues explored each other's mouths. I was completely lost in the moment, gone were the doubts that I would never experience the love of a woman, let alone the love of the woman I had endlessly longed for. After a series of passionate kisses Caitlin stopped and pulled away slightly and moved her body so that she could kiss my hairy chest. Her tender touch and soft kisses on my own nipples sent shock waves through my body. As she was doing this I reached up and ran my hand through her soft red hair. Over her head and down past her neck I softly brushed my fingers, she shivered. Past her shoulders and onto one of her magnificent breast, this time there was no bra in the way, and they were softer than I had recalled. It was like touching velvet. Around and around her breast my fingers swirled, until they reached her nipples, which were by now quite hard and puffy. Using my thumb and index finger I gently twisted and pulled at her nipple. "ohhh!" she moaned, as she knelt up onto knees, making me lose contact with her breast. Her hands traced a path over each of the scars that ran diagonally across my chest, from where I was mauled by the panther. Slowly, ever so slowly, she zigzagged her way down to where my shorts were and she undid them quickly. Liking where this was heading I lifted my butt off the grounds and she swiftly yanked my shorts off. She stopped to stare at my penis, which by now was a rigid pole. She looked up at me; I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. Maybe she thought it was small or something, but she didn't seem to care as she bent down and swallowed it up to its base. She lavishly threw he tongue across it and began to lick up and down its entire length, all the while keeping it her mouth still. The softness of her touch, the sight of her breasts swinging in unison with her bobbing action, combined with the light brushing of her hair sent me into ecstasy and oblivion. It did not take long at all for me to climax, spraying a copious amount of come into her mouth. It caught her a little by surprise as she momentarily choked on the semen that was rushing into her mouth. But she quickly recovered and began to swallow the whole load down. I was still oozing come when she started to lick it all off of the top of my head, causing me to moan loudly and send a second stream of come into her mouth. Eagerly she swallowed it all, even licking some that had spilled onto her lips. It had been amazing; my first experience with oral sex had been wild indeed. I must be dreaming cause this is just to good. After making sure she had swallowed all of my come she belt down and kissed me, I could task the saltiness of my come on her lips. Apparently the Matriarch had told Caitlin to suck me off first, because if we had gone straight into the coitus I would have climaxed to soon. A man always had more staying power the second time around. She was a wise old woman. We Survived Now it was my turn to please Caitlin, so I rolled her over onto her back and began to kiss her all over. Her mouth, her neck, her shoulders until I finally came to the twin peaks of my desire. Using both hands this time I softly and slowly kneaded them while sucking on each of her nipples in turn. Using my tongue I swirled around those hard nipples. Her nipples, apart from being a red that matched her hair, were the size of a silver dollar and I could only just fit them entirely into my mouth. Caitlin was enjoying this as she ran her hands through my curly hair, at times when the pleasure was to great she would grab a handful and pull on it, nearly tearing it out of my skull. Still keeping my focus on her glorious breasts I reached down with my right hand and traced a path down the stomach, past her belly-button, down to the hair covered mound below. Because we had run out of shaving gear months ago we both were a bit hairier that be liked but at the moment I didn't care one bit, as my fingers found their target. Through the mass of hair they had travelled until they slipped into that magnificent valley. She was already wet, so my fingers slid along effortlessly until they reached the warm moist hole of her pussy. I slid two fingers into that dark chasm of love causing Caitlin to moan and thrust her hips forward, plunging my fingers down to the first knuckle. She shuddered violently as a new wave of her juices poured out onto my hand. I stopped and brought my hand up and licked it, the taste of the sweet nectar of womanhood filled my mouth and I was hooked, forever to become and addict. She moaned and stammered out "D..D..Don't stop". So I continued my ministrations on her breasts all the while exploring the inner sanctum of her mound her the golden prize that I knew that awaited. Her clitoris. I found her love hole easily enough and brought my fingers up slowly. "Warmer, warmer, hot, hotter, Oh my!!" she said as I found the little fleshy orb and rolled it around between my fingers. Caitlin was moaning, "Yes, yes, yes" repeatedly, so I decided to leave the tender hill of her glowing breasts for the dark but sweet recesses of her valley. She spread her legs wider to accommodate my head that was now hanging between her thighs. I spread open the fleshy folds of her pussy lips and saw the fruit ripe for the harvest. It was a beautiful sight. I saw the hood enveloping her engorged clitoris and immediately started lapping at it with my tongue. Caitlin let out a new series of moans indicating that I had indeed found the right spot. Not too bad for a rank amateur. I continued sucking on her clitoris, while I was gently fingering her warm and dripping wet pussy. Caitlin kept thrusting her hips forward until she gasped loudly and a shudder shook her entire body, one that I felt. "Enough!!" she gasped. "I need to feel you inside me. Now." She added forcefully. Who was I to argue with the beautiful lady. So I stopped and got into position where I could put the head of my penis to the edge of her love hole. Gently I rubbed the head of my penis up and down the length of her valley coating it liberally with her own juices. Then I entered her and met with some resistance. I stopped and looked up at her. "You're a, You're a..." I started to say. "Virgin." She finished for me. "But Kevin?" I queried. "Kevin didn't get anywhere near this. He just said that he did to his buddies to look good. But it's you I love, and only you. Keep going." She said. So I re-aligned my head with the entrance to her love hole and plunged it forward. She cried out in a moment of pain, I paused, but the look she gave was one of "if you don't keep going I'm going to rip your head off", so I eagerly complied. I started to pump away slowly, pushing my throbbing member deep into her. The feelings of pleasure that course through my body starting from the head of my penis were extraordinary. The moist warmth of her hole was only matched by the power of her vaginal muscles gripping and encasing my entire penis in her soft flesh. I had been steadily thrusting away when she grabbed me and flipped me onto my back, all the while I was still inside her. Now we were in a position that I had experienced previously, but could not recollect when or how. Caitlin started to ride me slowly with her breasts bouncing in unison with her movements it was a hypnotising sight. I immediately reached up and grasped her breasts with my hands. I twirled her nipples in between my fingers, causing her to moan and increase the speed of her movements. Soon I was adding my own thrusts to our intimate dance and we quickly fell into a rhythm. As she moved her self down on my rigid member I would thrust up, impaling myself deep inside of her. This continued for some time until Caitlin could bear it no longer and she ramped up the speed of her gyrations. The tightness of her pussy combined with the intensity of our movements caused us to reach a body-shaking climax together. As I came inside her I kept thrusting, even as she lay down on my chest physically spent, sending streams of molten come into her already sopping wet pussy. I must be in heaven as I held the girl of my dreams in my arms under the thatched roof of a native hut. We quickly drifted off to sleep. I woke to see Caitlin cleaning herself up, I could see that rivers of my come and her own juices had covered her thighs as we had slept and dried there. I asked if she needed a hand, and she said maybe later, it was an offer that I would never refuse. After Caitlin had cleaned up we walked out of the hut and up to the village fire hand in hand. When the villagers saw us they all shouted and began singing songs and dancing. They were happy for us. The grins on our faces showed that we were happy for ourselves. After a month long celebration we were married the traditional way, which included some very interesting experiences, that maybe I'll tell you some other day. In the end we stayed with the village until we grew old and Caitlin died. THE END