2 comments/ 8268 views/ 13 favorites Selva By: jjcolejr I was on a project in the Amazon basin for a pharmaceutical company looking for plants that had not been inventoried in the scientific catalogue so we could test them for any potential clinical value. The five of us in the study left our supply boat when the unnamed river tributary became too shallow and we each hiked thirty minutes in paths radiating away from the landing point before setting up separate camps. I chose the bank of a creek running with surprisingly clear water at a just as surprising pace. We had all the latest camping, satellite communication, and field laboratory equipment plus assistance in setting up camp from the boat crew. After we were set up our helpers returned to the boat and would return for us in thirty days. We each had a five-kilometer radius to explore during that time. My first two days were routine with no new discoveries, as I had pretty much expected. On most expeditions if just one of us discovered something new the trip would be considered a success. On many trips new discoveries were zero. I had not come across anything of interest as the few plants I did not recognize the botanical key in my laptop did. On the third day I decided to follow the creek by my camp upstream. The dry season had just taken hold and the going was so easy that I traveled well past the 5K's of my territory. The creek had become a small stream and the terrain had a shallow but definite slope. I was wondering if I had crossed a national border when I heard a whimper. I followed the sound to a small waterfall from the bottom of which a small naked figure struggled to emerge. I ran to it and assisted what turned out to be a small native woman clutching some leaves in her hand. She had a rough-hewn carry bag slung around her neck and shoulder. She refused to let go of the leaves, which made her escape from the current and whirlpool by the waterfall impossible. She was bleeding from her forehead and appeared to be in shock. I picked her up and carried her to the bank. She looked at me briefly; uncertainty in her eyes, then lost consciousness. I could not leave her there so I took her precious leaves out of her hand and stuffed them in her pouch then lifted her in a fireman's carry and walked to my campsite. She weighed less than my usual backpack so we were back at my camp quickly. I placed the woman on my cot and examined her head wound. It may have been enough of a blow to give her a mild concussion. I opened her eyes and saw no sign of one so I doctored the head wound with items from my first aid kit and let her rest. She woke up briefly and sat up on the cot. I assured her that she would be OK. I covered her body with a towel and urged her to lie down. My foam topped cot was probably the most comfortable thing she had ever been on in her life and she may not have ever been covered by anything other than a leaf. The comfort and her exhaustion soon put her back to sleep. I studied her as she slept. This was my sixth such expedition and I always made the effort to meet and interact with the indigenous people. You never knew what secrets they could divulge. She was not a member of any group I had ever seen. She was smaller and lighter; her hair was not quite black, more of a deep golden red. Her fingers and toes seemed longer than normal. Her skin was more golden than brown. With natives it was difficult to tell age. They themselves seldom knew. She appeared to be in her late teens or early twenties. She had full-grown woman features, bore the marks of childbirth and her small breasts had some sag. Her hair was long and lustrous. She was pretty. I thought about going through her bag and checking out the leaves she thought of as precious but I considered that akin to going through a woman's purse. I would wait and request after she recovered. It was dusk when she woke again. I had caught what looked like a peacock bass and had grilled it over my fire pit. I loved to fish and loved to eat fish which is why I always set up camp next to water. I had a gas camp stove but a pile of mostly dry tree branches was too good to pass up. I also had fresh figs and vacuum-packed peas and carrots. I was about ready to eat when she stirred so I prepared a second plate. She seemed less suspicious of me. Her eyes lit up when I put her dinner plate in front of her. She immediately ate all the figs and after tasting it first, devoured the fish. Her fingers seemed to taste the food before she put it in her mouth. The peas and carrots were a harder sell. She eventually ate the carrots but left her peas. I had more fish ready so I refilled her plate. She seemed shocked by the gesture. She ate it hesitantly, as if I would punish her for accepting. I prepared some tea and poured two cups and emptied a packet of sugar in each drink. Her face lit up at her first sip. Her eyes told me she loved sweet tea. When she was done it was obvious to me she wanted more. I decided to test her social conditioning and instead of filling her cup I just smiled at her. After a long pause she held the cup out to me. She was cringing, expecting a blow. I took the cup out of her hand refilled it, added a packet of sugar and handed it back to her. I kept my body language neutral, like it was normal to have seconds. I left her to her thoughts and went to the stream bank to take a piss. The mosquitoes found me before I returned to the tent. I zipped it up after walking in and turned to the small one wondering if I needed to make more tea. She was aghast; she stared at the now closed tent flap. I could see in her eyes she felt trapped. I gave her a reassuring smile and signaled for her to come over. I showed her the zipper tab, and then slowly opened the tent flap. I walked through the opening and closed it from the outside. I swatted a couple of mosquitoes then quickly slipped back inside. I gestured for her to pull the zipper down to close the entrance. She did this as an awed expression settled on her face. She opened it up, stepped out, then back in and closed it up. She was giddy. Someone once said that any sufficiently advanced technology would seem to be magic to less developed people. I now understood what that meant. The little one repeated the process two more times before she came inside for a while. She looked exhausted likely as a result of the ordeal she had gone through. I was tired too as the days adventure caught up with me. I swatted a couple of mosquitoes that had made it into the tent and rubbed some alcohol on the bites I had received. The Little One seemed to be curious as to the relationship between the insect and me. She was stunned to see the signs of the stings on my skin. I normally slept nude, a rainforest at night never becomes cool so after deciding that clothing was probably stranger to her than nudity I stripped down and settled into my cot. I gestured for her to join me but she seemed reluctant. I guessed it was another of her societies mores so I gently lifted her onto the bed with me, made room for her and settled down to sleep. Once again I had astonished her. Before I fell asleep I felt her cuddle up to me. She had a restless night. I heard the tent zipper open and close more than once. I heard and smelled my pit fire return to life. I heard her grinding rocks together. I was too tired to investigate so I slept on. I fully expected her to be gone in the morning but I woke to the sight of my cock slowly sinking into her pussy. My dick is pretty average, nothing to be ashamed about but not porn star quality, yet her pussy felt incredibly tight. None of the natives I had met had big dicks, in fact two inches or less while flaccid seemed to be average. The few I had seen erect were less than five inches. To the Little One my cock must have seemed gigantic. I knew this was a thank you fuck with a large dose of "I wonder if I can take this one in me" curiosity. When my hands engulfed her tits she was surprised. When I pinched a nipple she gasped. I could feel her sudden sexual excitement. I caressed her small body while she and her pussy adjusted to my dick. She took slow, tentative strokes for a while until her body tensed and her eyes betrayed panic. She was having an orgasm but did not know what was happening to her. I caressed her gently to reassure her and she at last allowed her cum to overwhelm her. I knew it was the first one of her life. I decided I did not like the men of her tribe. She seemed concerned that I had not cum. I searched for a way to make her understand that I enjoyed having her impaled on my dick and would love for her to have more orgasms. Before I said anything she understood and resumed fucking me. I enjoyed each of her orgasms as if they were my own. She seemed to know when mine was imminent and concentrated on me. The force and quantity of my cum made a big impression on her. So did the fact that I stopped her from dismounting me and hugged her to me. Her body molded itself over mine. She hummed to herself. She loved being loved. I was shocked to learn that this was the happiest moment of her life. I asked myself how I knew that. I smelled anise and/or almonds. The smell permeated her and me. Again I knew it was something she had prepared by the fire the previous night. I suddenly knew it was made to repel insects. I was grateful for that but before I voiced it she let me know she was pleased that I was pleased. I was now very confused. I wondered if she was telepathic. My confusion in turn confused her until in a flash she showed me why we were able to talk without words. Another, colorless ointment had been applied to my body. She was pleased that we could also mentally "bond" through it. The tribe she had been a captive to until her escape were "dumb", that is they could not communicate with her mentally. My mind reeled at the enormity of the discovery. I wanted to know how she prepared it and my mind was quickly awash with the information needed. There were two major drawbacks. The leaves she had so carefully protected were from a tree that was completely unknown to me. The caterpillar/butterfly that was also needed was unknown to me too and seemed to live only between the bark and the trunk of the unknown tree. The tree only produced the mystery chemical when the butterfly eggs hatched and the caterpillars attacked the leaves. That happened for a few weeks at the end of the rainy season before the tree became toxic to the caterpillars and they began their metamorphoses into butterflies. That time frame window had just passed. The Little One had seen the caterpillars building their cocoons. Suddenly finding myself in no hurry my mind began to consider the effect such a find would have on the world. It did not take me long to realize it would not be a good thing. In our world secrets kept you safe. The small one had stopped listening in on what to her must have been incomprehensible thoughts and was enjoying the union of our bodies. My half hard dick was still in her and she was undulating her hips around it. Her mind purred. Small orgasms coursed through her body. I kissed her forehead as my hands softly engulfed her small ass. She questioned the kiss. I kissed her again making sure she felt the affection. Her mind glowed pink and her purr got louder. I kissed her cheeks, her nose and finally her lips. Before I ended the kiss to her lips my cock had returned to its full hardness and my hands were pressing her ass down rhythmically. She had a big orgasm. I found I could enjoy her orgasms nearly as well as I could mine. That was some side effect. Instead of the typical male "cum and wait to recover" existence I could take advantage of women's ability to be multi-orgasmic. I lost count of how many orgasms she had but eventually their cumulative effect forced my cum into her. She could feel mine as well as I could and we went through point/counterpoint shock waves for a long time. It took some effort but we did manage to separate and stepped outside to piss. Like me she did so standing up and into the stream. She mentally showed me that pissing into water masked where we were to others. I wondered how she had ended up in dire straights the day before and in a few seconds I learned that as a youngster strangers had captured her. The tree branch she had used as a bridge over a river broke and plunged her in. Her people and water do not do well together she conveyed to me. I assumed she meant that her people did not swim. She had managed to cling to the branch for a long time but as the river widened her family could not keep track of her. The branch eventually became stuck on a sand bar and the strangers found her and took her as a slave. She had become pregnant often but only one of her babies survived. That daughter died in infancy. Her captors then though of her as worthless and had planned to kill and eat her. Luckily the binding on her foot that kept her on the ground had rotted. After she was sure all were asleep she broke out of it and went up into the canopy. She had escaped three days before I found her. Her captivity had lasted at least three years. After her escape she worried that her people could no longer feel her so she searched and found the necessary ingredients to strengthen her telepathic abilities, even though they were supposed to last a lifetime. She rued the fact that she had become so fat another tree branch had broken under her, plunging her into the stream and over the waterfall. I allowed her to sense my mirth over her last statement. She weighed less than thirty kilos. I sent her a mental picture of some very plus size women I knew. Her eyes widened and she broke into mental giggles. It brought another question to mind. She had not uttered a sound since we met. I wondered if she was mute. In response she imitated the calls of various creatures in the rain forest. Neat. My biggest shock was next. She was suddenly well up into a sweet fig tree. She had climbed it with the agility of a spider monkey only faster. I now understood why her fingers and toes seemed extra long, She was arboreal. It also explained why references to her people had not been recorded. Her people would know that people on the ground were dangerous. To her people stealth and silence would be of paramount necessity. Some tribes had legends of "ghost people" that traveled through the air. Perhaps she was one of them. She came down with a handful of figs and she offered them to me. I took them to the tent and divided them onto two plates. I turned on the camping stove, (much to her amazement), and brewed some tea. I opened a vacuum pack of what was supposed to be pound cake and we ate a civilized breakfast, under the circumstances. While we ate I filled her in on why I was there. I thanked her for keeping the mosquitoes off me. She darted out of the tent and soon came back with some lichen, a fairly common centipede that smelled of anise when agitated, and a seedpod. My mind saw her grind the three together with rocks then scoop up the clear oil that was released after the mash had been heated in the fire. She drew lines with it over my body from my forehead to my toes. It took me a minute to figure out that the man in her mental image was me. In her eyes I was a heroic god. She was hoping for a treat as reward of her gift. The treat she wanted was another fuck. I picked her up and began kissing her as I walked us over to my cot. I placed her on her back and lowered my dick to her pussy. She eagerly stuffed the head into her and braced for my penetration. She really enjoyed kissing and was already very good at it. She had learned to allow her cums to overwhelm her and to eagerly wait for the next one. She understood my orgasm would come after hers. She had two orgasms as we kissed and my cock slowly inched its way into her. I saw her mind suffuse with colors and I felt her purr. I fucked her with ever increasing passion that was returned tenfold. Her pussy was fully accepting my dick as I pounded her hard. Her body succumbed to a long continuous orgasm. I saw lights flash through her body and into mine. My seed suddenly erupted into her as our combined cums overwhelmed us. Her mind went gray and mine nearly did. I managed to get us on our sides before my body could collapse on hers. Mind plus body orgasms were dangerous. And very exhausting. I felt her mind slowly look for me. I answered her with kisses and warmth. Her mind was filled with wonder. I allowed her to see my sense of wonder too. She snuggled closer to me and fell asleep. I waited until I was sure she would not awake then went to my workstation to file a report on the mosquito repellent. I had done a chemical analysis on the ingredients and knew they where readily available in our lab, what was new was the structure of the molecules. I gave credit to a mysterious native woman and couched my report in words that suggested the product should be marketed quickly, intimating that we were not the only ones with the knowledge. I did not want them to know the true nature of the find. I told them that the effect lasted for about a week. My analysis would lead the lab into agreeing with my conclusion. The small woman's mind told me that the effect was permanent from the first application. The human skin absorbed the oil and as the skins oil glands did their job they duplicated the chemicals with their own secretions. The largest single killer of humans on Earth, malaria, was about to become extinct, along with dengue fever and a host of other mosquito borne diseases. My guest was still asleep when I prepared a mid-day snack for us. I saw on my communicator that I had a message. Lisa, my nearest stationed colleague, had reminded me that in another five days I was to go to her camp with wine and flowers and seduce her. Lisa was a Canadian of Asian decent. Like me she was too involved in her career for a normal family life. We had been each other's most consistent sex partners for the last four years. We liked each other, we trusted each other, and at times we relied on each other. This was the third time we had been deployed on the same mission and we had previously agreed that after a few days of our stay we would get together to exchange notes and make love. I felt a question being asked. The small woman was awake. I allowed her to see Lisa at various points in our lives and also allowed her to see her as we made love. I felt the question, "Mate?" I answered "Friend." She asked, "Friend?" I knew she was not asking about Lisa, she was asking about herself. "Friend," I answered as I kissed her. Her body clung to mine as we kissed. She left my lap to see if the tea was ready, She wanted to serve us. I pictured each step for her including a warning about the hot pot. I urged her to place a few grains of sugar on her finger and lick it. Her eyes widened and she smiled gleefully. I had to caution her about overdoing it. I flashed her the picture of the fat women as a warning. She reluctantly accepted the caution. After lunch she kissed me then went up a kapok tree and disappeared in a flash. She had conveyed to me that she would be back. Ninety minutes after I sent my report I got acknowledgement that it had been received. I did not expect anything more than that since it was past midnight at the lab. It had been the most eventful day of my life. I was tired. I went to my cot and before I knew it I was asleep. It was nearly dark when I awoke. The little one was hunched over the fire preparing something. She gave me a mental hug and kiss, (almost as good as the physical ones), and told me she was fixing our dinner. Selva I saw tarantulas and large snails stirred into the fire as well as fruits I did not recognize. I had been served such before by a native tribe. I wondered if that tribe and her captors were one and the same. If they were it meant I had shared a meal with cannibals. During dinner our "conversation" settled on Lisa. She had apparently located her camp and had waited for Lisa to return to it. She observed Lisa for quite a while and decided she wanted to be Lisa's friend too. I was a bit surprised when I realized that the friend label she used included sexual contact. She showed me a mental picture of Lisa. She wanted to know what Lisa was doing. What Lisa was doing was masturbating. The Little One saw/sensed my dick rise and started to mount me, (I had not dressed since the previous night). I stopped her and placed her on the cot. I ran my hand over her body slowly until I reached her pussy then parted her labia with a finger. As I inserted it slowly into her pussy her arousal was instantaneous. I slowly fingerfucked her for a while then slid my finger up until I found her clit. Contact made her body begin to twitch and in less that a minute she had a very fine orgasm. I allowed her to rest a bit then took her hand and placed it over her pussy. I guided her finger until she found her clit then turned her lose. She masturbated for over an hour. I had to move outside the tent to keep myself from being drawn into her cums. Eventually she fell asleep with her hand still on her pussy. I went to the computer and e-mailed Lisa that something had come up and I needed her assistance with it immediately. Her return message consisted only of a smiley face. The following morning I was awakened by a computer beep. I had a message from the lab monitor at headquarters asking if Lisa's assistance would be needed overnight. All of our electronic messages except for the hand communicators were monitored. Visits to another's camp normally required an explanation. It was a safety concern as the need to contact us in an emergency was critical. A previous group had been caught up in a rebellion and one member had been listed as missing and presumed dead and his family notified. He had in fact been in another's tent and they had missed the rebellion completely because they were fucking away for three days. The company did not mind the fucking between their field people, (even though in this case they were both male). But the company had hated putting the family through the anxiety and grief and regretted the harsh words they had for the host country. I looked at the sender and saw it was Helga. She would know the nature of my need and would understand Lisa's reply. Helga, Lisa and I had at times gotten together for a mini orgy. No formal reply was needed. I just answered, "Yes." After sending my reply my eyes searched for the Little One but did not see her. I searched for her with my mind and found her. She was on a large limb of the kapok, masturbating. She was like a teenager that had just discovered orgasms and had become addicted to them. I set out to make my home presentable for company and had just finished when the small one sent me an image of Lisa. She was just behind my tent and was taking her clothes off. She had apparently seen me naked. By the time she came to me I had a raging erection for her. She jumped into my arms and kissed me with passion. She wrapped her legs around my hips and swiftly found the angle for complete penetration. We were fucking before we reached my cot. I lay on my back and allowed her to set the pace, which turned out to be frantic. She had a large cum almost within a minute, took a couple of gulps of air, and then fucked me hard again. The resulting orgasm was long and hard. Her body collapsed over mine as she concentrated on getting oxygen into her lungs. I had not cum. I found something was missing. The Little One reminded me what it was. She also let me know that to Lisa I was not "friend," I was "mate." She had watched our union from the limb of the kapok tree. I kissed and caressed Lisa as I wondered why I had missed her so much since it had been less than a week since we saw each other last. Of course we had not made love in over a month but that was not unusual for us. Lisa took over the kissing and told me she had missed me a lot. My mind understood that what she was saying was that she loved me a lot. My new mental powers had some abilities outside the circle of the joined. I could not prevent a mental wall from collapsing, the one hiding my love for her. "Mate," suddenly popped into my head accompanied by a soft giggle. I looked through the mesh ceiling of my tent and saw her; she had descended to the lowest tree branch and was now just a meter above. She was slowly masturbating. I gave her instructions to watch and I turned Lisa onto her back. I kissed my way down her body until her pussy lips drew my complete attention. I sent the little one my pleasure as I began to eat Lisa's pussy. I felt questions asked that I answered in split seconds. The Little One fell silent as Lisa approached an orgasm. When the orgasm finally overtook Lisa it was spectacular. I loved giving Lisa head because every once in a while she had Richter scale eight pint nine orgasms, the kind that forced the involvement of her whole body, the kind that was accompanied by a primeval growl. I got a mental "Wow!" from the Little One and I allowed her to see my pride in the accomplishment. She wondered about my delayed orgasm. I kissed my way up Lisa's body, sliding my cock deep into her then start fucking her with purpose. The little one was masturbating again and she was now close enough for me to feel her passion. She was close enough to feel mine. I continued fucking Lisa hard even after I filled her pussy with semen. I did not stop until Lisa and the little one had simultaneous cums. I collapsed to Lisa's side and wondered if I was going to die. The though was met with a mental giggle by someone about to sink into sleep. I sent a message of caution about falling on the roof of the tent but the little ones mind was already on automatic pilot. I turned to Lisa and found her to be sound asleep. I dozed off. Orgasms are the best sleep aids. Mental prodding woke me and as I opened my eyes I saw the little one applying the insect repelling oil to Lisa's still slumbering body. I had not worried about mosquitoes and left the tent flap open. The Little One had seen some of the pests make contact with Lisa and came to her rescue. The Little One had a second small gourd filled with a thick viscous fluid. I knew it was the mental enabler. She had felt my reaction to it when I thought about its possible general use so she wanted my permission to put it on Lisa. My initial thought was no, I did not want anyone to get inside my head. The little one mentally retreated from me a bit and I scooped her up into bed with me and kissed her, reassuring her that she had all of me she wanted. Her mind glowed. My mind went through a series of jumbled thoughts until it asked the question, "What would I ever have to hide from Lisa?" The only thing she did not know about me was that I loved her. It then crossed my mind that she likely knew that too. By the time I had finished my train of thought the little one was applying the elixir to Lisa's forehead. Invisible lines where traced around her ears, the base of her neck and down her spine. I pulled Lisa over me to allow the Little One access. Lisa slowly woke up and we kissed. Her eyes flew open when she suddenly understood exactly how I felt about her. Her kiss became intense and she tried to hug herself into my body. I gave her every opportunity to succeed. We silently agreed to try again later and we settled into more normal kissing and caressing. Our minds glowed in a bright pink sea. At first Lisa did not question our mental bond. With a giggle her mind sent me a picture of a hallucination she had just before her last orgasm. The picture was of a small woman in the sky masturbating to our fuck. My reaction to her revelation put her on guard. She suddenly realized she had not said a word since she awoke and neither had I yet we communicated effortlessly. She now knew that her vision was not a hallucination. "Take a deep breath," I said orally and mentally. "I have an interesting story to tell you and a very close friend for you to meet." Before I had finished the story The Little One was crawling up the bed between Lisa's legs. In less than ten seconds she had Lisa fully involved in her pussy licking. I felt no further introductions were needed so I left them to their lovemaking and stepped outside to pee. The women were fully involved with each other but I sensed that each had reserved a mental corner for me. I sent them my love and decided to look a bit more closely at the plants that had just been recently uncovered by the receding seasonal floods. A few minutes later I had pretty much forgotten about the two women trying to fuck each other's brains out in my tent and was excitedly examining a moss growing at a low level on a strangler fig tree trunk. It appeared to have its own glow when crushed. I collected it then I collected a tiny bromeliad that was not listed on the botanical key. A Lichen that looked like a bird dropping caught my eye. Lichens as a whole did not need camouflage and I wondered why that one did. In a short walk around the perimeter of my tent I had made three discoveries. I wondered if my newly acquired mental abilities had allowed me to see things differently, in more detail. I had obviously walked past all three species without seeing them before. As I walked past the women I saw that they were dozing. I knew that for the Little One her numerous naps were the direct result of her numerous orgasms. I later also learned that Lisa had very little sleep the night before as she was anxious about visiting me the next morning. My mind felt their sexual contentment and I briefly envied them. I forced myself past them to the lab equipment and started investigating my prizes. I was impressed with myself. I had a clear understanding of what I had in less than two hours. My new mental abilities were awesome. Instinct and logic appeared to have merged. Each find had potential for commercial use and just one of them would have made the entire expedition worthwhile. I had already submitted one such find so I decided to send each of my new discoveries out separated by a few days. In fact I decided to give two of the discoveries to Lisa so she would not have to do any exploring. It would give us ample time to fuck. Which was good since right then I understood that I needed to go fuck Lisa. She was ready for me with her arms and legs ready to embrace me. Her pussy seemed to have a magnetic pull on my cock. That last part at least felt true. We had paused after her first cum before I wondered where the Little One had gone. Lisa showed me that she was napping up on the kapok tree. She thought that all the orgasms the Little One had experienced were too much for her little body, especially since she had never had one until the day before. I was gently accused of creating a sex addict. "She started it," I said out loud. "It's OK, I was an accomplice," she said. As I resumed our fuck she let me know she was not leaving my tent until it was time to get on the boat. I let her know that she was not leaving my tent for the rest of her life. I felt her being flow into me, I felt myself flow into her. The world around us disappeared. We were one. The intensity of our orgasms awoke the Little One. She came down to join us but seemed to feel that she was now an intruder. She now saw Lisa and me as a single entity, which we in fact were. We made room for her between us and kissed and caressed her while trying to convey the idea of "special friend" to her. Lisa and I took turns at her tits and pussy. A dozen or so orgasms later the little one begged for mercy and we allowed her to rest. The next morning Lisa and I walked over to her tent and retrieved her communications equipment and some food items. We did not bother packing any of her clothes. By the end of the day we were living together. Over the next three weeks The Little One put some mental distance between the two of us but kept her close relationship with Lisa intact. She knew I had no reservations about their relationship. When Lisa was occupied with me she kept away. When Lisa was not occupied with me she soon found a small mouth on her pussy or vice versa. It was not so much that The Little One cared for me any less; it was that she thought it was the proper way for her to behave. There were frequent threesomes and she very much enjoyed our fucks but she felt my cock belonged to Lisa and she needed specific invitations to use it. Three days before the expected return of our boat we decided to accompany The Little One back to the territory of her people. It was a one day hike past the waterfall I had rescued her from. The Little One was very happy with our decision and walked the ground with us even though traveling through the trees would have been much faster for her. We could feel her people long before we saw them. The Little One led us to a wide clearing between three enormous trees, the same type of trees that provided them and us with our telepathy. The Little One held our hands as she led us to the center of the clearing and onto a large flat rock. The rock told me that we were at the foot of the Andes and had in fact crossed an international border. A woman sped down a tree and dashed towards us. We could sense others urging her back, urging caution. The Little One rushed to meet her and all felt the love and joy that their embrace produced. It was the Little One's mother. Lisa and I were introduced and we got almost the same hug and joy from the mother. I felt her gratitude for rescuing her daughter, her astonishment at our ability to communicate, her fascination when The Little One allowed her to see the relationship she had with Lisa and me. Lisa and I suddenly found ourselves surrounded by the "true people" as they thought of themselves. We were seen as great curiosities, they had always assumed communicating with ground people was impossible. We were caressed physically and mentally. Most of the physical caresses were to my cock and Lisa's pussy. We were still naked. We had not dressed in almost three weeks. A girl learned from the Little One that Lisa's pussy was delicious and promptly began to lap her pussy lips. Lisa's fast rise in sexual excitement was transferred to everyone and soon we were all in the midst of an orgy. The Little One's mother was astounded to learn that my cock had penetrated her daughter's pussy completely and wanted to try that herself. Her orgasms were powerful enough to infect nearly all in the clearing. The mother left my cock and was quickly replaced by another female. All in all seven women impaled themselves on my cock before I moved behind a woman eating Lisa's pussy and shot my cum into her. As I sat on the ground trying to recover I surveyed the scene around me. The first thing I noted was that all of the males had at first remained on the periphery of the orgy. Many were now enjoying eating their first pussy. Eating pussy was apparently something that had never occurred to the tribe. The Little One was on my lap soon to be joined by an exhausted Lisa. The Little One explained that the tribe was matriarchal and that her mother was the matriarch at that time. Her mother had just agreed with the other elder women that woman-to-woman oral love would be allowed indiscriminately. Men could and were now expected to treat their mates to the same consideration. This seemed obvious to us since just about every pussy had a mouth on it. There seemed to be many more women than men and the Little One confirmed that to be true and explained it had always been so, two of three children born to the tribe were female. The men were faithful to their mates unless ordered to "help" another female. Each "not mated" male was encouraged to fuck every woman in the tribe before allowing one to select him as a mate. Some males were selected by more than one woman, a necessity due to the numbers. Their task then became to keep having children until a male was born. Most men's duties included "helping" the females of his mate's family including the mother. Jealousy had been apparently quashed in the tribe, a necessity among people that could read each other's mind. Women were allowed to pretty much do as they pleased in the matters of love and sex. Our Little One had been lost before she had a chance to learn that part of her culture. Masturbation lessons had been missed. Lisa and I had provided her with the needed education and then some. Lisa and The Little One regained some of their energy and began to kiss their way down my body. The tribe saw me as the mate to both Lisa and the Little One. I guess I was. The Little One had watched Lisa give me blowjobs but had never tried it herself. I soon had four lips surrounding my dick. I raised my head and saw that every male had four lips around their cocks. The tribe was mirroring our every move. Lisa was teaching The Little One to deep throat but after several unsuccessful attempts The Little One had to give up. We felt one then two waves of excited accomplishment in the tribe. Two women had managed to deep throat a cock. Lisa stopped The Little One from reminding everyone that my cock was twice as large as the ones they were sucking and therefore she had been attempting a more extraordinary feat. Lisa told her to always allow everyone his or her small victories. It was a lesson that would be useful to the tribe's next matriarch. The Little One looked at Lisa with the same reverence I had once seen on her face for me, maybe a slightly deeper reverence. I got a physical and mental elbow to the ribs before that train of thought left the station. Things seemed to have calmed down and most were simply enjoying the afterglow of marathon sex. I invited everyone's mind into mine and showed them the perils of allowing their existence to be known never allowing others to learn their secret of communication. They instinctually knew that to be true. I planted tales of tribes that had sunk into despair when touched by "civilization." I warned them of the ever-closing encroachment of loggers. I urged them to be alert for their approach and to always have an escape route to a safe area. Lisa and I assured them that we would never betray our family. We knew that including ourselves as members of their tribe was a leap of faith but that thought and my admonishments were completely accepted. We were "true people." It was getting dark and soon Lisa and I found ourselves the only ones on the ground, the others had all ascended into the trees. I set up our small dome tent to an enthralled audience above us and retired to sleep. Late that night I felt Lisa leave the tent. I assumed she had gone out to pee but then heard a rustle of leaves above the tent. Lisa had climbed up to the lowest wide branch of a tree and was reclining on it. I soon saw the small figure of the Little One join her and drape her body over Lisa's. The love between them reached me easily. I felt their tits touch and I felt their pussies touch but there was no sex between them. Their tryst consisted of an exchange of deeply felt kisses. I was about to doze off when I felt lips on my cock. It was the matriarch. In her society she was my mother so she had full sexual rights to me. As soon as she got me a decent erection she moved up and sank my cock into her pussy. Selva She let me know the fuck was thanks for bringing her daughter back. That and she wanted another fuck from my gigantic cock. I laughed at the gigantic part but she did not notice as she was already on the way to her first orgasm. She fucked herself to exhaustion and fell asleep with my cock buried in her pussy. I slept too. In the morning I found myself sandwiched between three sleeping women. I extricated myself and went out to piss. For a second I thought it was raining but then realized that it was piss flying down from the trees. Apparently the entire tribe had just awakened and was taking their morning piss too. They were all aiming at a small stream about ten meters past my tent. I was in no danger of getting hit but nevertheless I moved more towards the center of the clearing. I felt that everyone was giving everyone a mental good morning hug. I soon felt those hugs in me and returned them in kind. The matriarch emerged from the tent and I picked her up and held her close as I kissed her cheek. As soon as I put her down she vanished into the mystery tree over us. The Little One emerged from the tent and jumped into my arms. Our hug and kiss ended quickly, neither of us wanted to cry. The tribe cried for us. When Lisa emerged she had her backpack on and handed me mine. All could sense her emotional turmoil and rained mental kisses on her. She started the hike back without turning. I scrambled to catch up. We left the tent for the youngsters that had been fascinated by it when we set it up. When I caught up with Lisa I had her slow her pace and held her hand. I did not intrude in her mind although I could easily feel her emotions. I allowed her to feel that mine were much the same as hers. We were very sad to leave The Little One but happy she was home. Our return trip was mostly down-slope and we did not have to slow our pace for the Little One so we felt we could be at my cabin tent before dark. For most of the day we had an escort high in the trees. Two young men had apparently been assigned to insure our safety. We felt them say goodbye as we passed the waterfall that had started our adventure. It was getting dark as we made it to my tent. Lisa had been nude since she first joined me and her mood lightened considerably when we were distracted by the search for her clothes. We had both sensed that the boat was already moored and that our helpers would be there in the morning. She needed clothing. I could not help but take advantage of her nudity once or twice, which in turn brightened our mood even more. We did not find them at first so she started dinner for us as I continued the search. A sudden though made me look up. There, on the kapok tree above our tent, on the Little One's masturbation branch, were Lisa's clothes. The next day the crew exchanged knowing glances when they found Lisa and her communications equipment in my tent. Our peers had been packed before us and were already on the boat. Lisa's tent and equipment were also on the boat. As the last of our stuff was carted away Lisa and I gave our campsite one last look and started to follow. Suddenly The Little One was with us. We stopped ourselves from looking up the kapok tree as a crewman was waiting for us to follow him. Lisa and I mentally brought The Little One between us and gave her a hard, emotional hug. The crewman tried to hurry us by reminding us we needed to be in the main river before dark. We reluctantly released The Little One and forced ourselves to follow the crewman. As we walked we felt the goodbyes of at least a dozen of the true people. Our true people. We had a family. We were part of a tribe. We would never be alone.