Jungle Virgins - Two Book Combo

by Robert Lubrican

  Boy watched as the woman conquered her fear and entered the water. Then she was swimming strongly and expertly toward him, her arms making no wasted motion, her body slicing through the water. She made sobbing noises that Cheetah would have called the "I need help" noises, and that he himself had made when he was younger and very afraid of something.

  But he couldn't figure out what it was she was so afraid of. When she got to the shore she was gasping for air and her breasts moved most magnificently. He felt his penis start to stiffen again and willed it to stop. He'd had to take care of it when they bathed. She was beautiful and caused in him the same thing that his mother caused in his father. He watched her breasts bob and sway as she ran toward him. Then he was wrapped in her naked arms and those breasts were pressed against his chest.

  "Don't you ever go off and leave me like that again!" she said in a raspy voice. It was the same tone he'd heard his mother use many times and he almost said "All right". But he was able to stop himself in time. He still didn't want her to know he understood or spoke English.

  Instead, he turned and began to climb the pathway to the cave above. It was an easy climb. Even the woman was able to keep up, though one of her shoes fell apart on the way.

  There was no porch, or protrusion in front of the cave. There was only the dark opening that led deep into the rock and then down, into the earth. Boy had explored it when he was younger, but there was nothing of interest in there except Gold and Diamonds. His mother had explained what they meant on the outside, but here, in the jungle, they were useless.

  Inside the featureless opening, however, there was a room not quite high enough to stand up in, and wide enough for four men to sit, side by side. The thick bed of rushes was still there, but it was dry and would be scratchy.

  Boy sat the woman down on the bed of rushes and handed her the briefcase. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed, like he was trying to push her into the ground. He backed up toward the opening of the cave and held up one hand, palm out, telling her to stay.

  "Where are you going?" her voice rose high, full of fear.

  Again he put his hand out, palm facing her.

  "You'll come back, won't you? Please promise me you'll come back." she pleaded.

  Again his hand. Then he climbed out and down.

  * * *

  He was only gone for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, but in Penny's mind, it was an eternity. When she'd seen he was going to leave she felt panic well up in her body like air, filling a balloon. He didn't seem to understand her, yet his hand motions suggested that he wanted her to stay there. She glanced fearfully back into the blackness of the tunnel that led deeper into the cliff.

  When he left she sobbed, and then tried not to move ... not even an inch, hoping that somehow that would help her be safe.

  Then, when she heard the sounds of someone ... or something climbing the cliff face, her panic swelled even more as her imagination provided all sorts of horrible possibilities of who ... or what ... it could be.

  When his head appeared in the opening, her sobs of joy and relief were so emotional that, when he got into range of her hands, she pulled his face to hers and kissed him. Then she spent the next five minutes scolding him for leaving her like that.

  He'd been back for ten minutes before she realized that he'd brought things back with him. As he laid them out her eyes widened and she became more and more amazed at his ingenuity. He had a section of some sort of tree or plant trunk that was hollow, with a vine tied to it. The tube was full of water. Another package, made of big flat leaves, contained a dead animal of some kind that had been butchered, leaving only the edible portions. There were also fruits and something else that was white and hard, but that could be bitten into. It had a nutty sort of texture and was tasteless, but was obviously food. In another packet he had fuzzy

  wisps of something, a coil of thin vine and two sticks.

  Before she could object he was gone again. It wasn't so bad this time, and she took off her other shoe, which was also the worse for the wear. The one that had come off while she climbed had simply ripped open and fallen. She set the other one aside in the cave. Shortly after that, the boy returned, this time coming back with an armful of wood which he used to build what was obviously going to be a fire. Before her interested eyes he made a short bow, and the vine that was the bow string was wrapped around the other stick. The boy held a flat stone on top of the straight stick and put the other end into a dip in a piece of wood that he carved there. He packed the wispy stuff around that dip and began sawing back and forth with the bow. The straight stick spun, first clockwise, and then the other way.

  To Penny's amazement he produced smoke, then a glowing mass of fibrous material and then, as he blew on that, flame!

  Fifteen minutes later they were eating what, a week ago Penny would never have touched, but which now, she thought of as a feast worthy of the Queen herself. Then the boy was gone again, and this time he came back with a big bundle of fresh rushes, which he spread out on top of the older ones. This was obviously going to be a bed.

  As Penny ate every scrap of roasted flesh off the bones in the meat, she measured this bed in her mind. It would require, if two people used it, that they were so close together that they would almost certainly be touching. There was a warming in her belly that went beyond what food could provide, as she thought about lying down next to this handsome savage boy. Her nipples tingled and she felt the urge to squeeze them and have the orgasm she had been robbed of earlier.

  Maybe after the boy went to sleep.

  It got darker and darker outside the cave, until it was difficult to see where the cave opening stopped and the night began. The fire had consumed all the wood the boy had brought into the cave, and had burned down until there were only a handful of coals left. The boy had lain down, facing away from her, and as darkness became almost absolute Penny's fear of that dark and the unknown increased. She moved closer to her companion. As she shifted, her naked bottom sat on something sharp.

  She thought something had bitten her.

  "Ow!" she screamed. She heard her voice echo back from deep the cave. Then she heard another sound, a rustling sound, reminiscent of flags waving in a stiff breeze.

  "What... ?" she started to ask what it was, when suddenly she was pressed into the bed of rushes and the boy lay on top of her.

  "What are you doing?" she screamed as she felt his hard, naked body covering hers. Her breasts, with their tender and very erect nipples were pressing into his hot chest. Thoughts of rape flashed into her mind again and she drew in a breath to scream.

  The rustling got louder and louder before she could let that breath out, and then, to her panic stricken mind, hell itself descended on her as bats... thousands and thousands of bats began streaming past them and out of the opening of the cave, into the night.

  Now his body on hers was a welcome cover as she was pressed down, into the soft rushes. His hands on her shoulders protected her skin from the frantic rush of the bats, that her scream had disturbed, and which now flew past them, brushing up against his skin. Her hands had been on his back, trying to push him off her, but fell to his hips and then, as bats brushed them still, down and into the rushes. He twitched, and she realized a bat had landed on his head, gripping his hair with it's little talons.

  Instinct made her raise her hand to brush the thing away, then she screamed as she touched it. But it flew on.

  Slowly the flood of winged creatures lessened. Penny's breasts were heaving in her fear, and she suddenly realized her nipples were scraping across his chest. He twitched again, and her hands rose up to slide along his back, up into his hair, brushing, trying to find what had made him jerk. Finding nothing, her hands went down until they were full of his hard buttocks, and then she found a bat, parked in the crack of those buttocks. The boy's hips moved, pressing into hers as he tried to move away from the creature, and that pressed his penis into her mons. She brushed with her hands and the bat d
isappeared. She could hear his sigh and feel his body relax as the ... problem ... went away.

  But there was another problem. Writhing on top of this luscious full bodied woman had awakened in Boy, the lust he had been trying to suppress. As she wiggled under him, and he moved on top of her, his manhood lengthened and stiffened and began to poke and prod between her legs. Neither of them were aware of it while the bats flew thickly past them, but as the last of the colony left to feed in the night air, the sexual energy that both young people were feeling made itself known.

  Perhaps it was the relief of yet another danger passing, or, maybe it was the culmination of a very long day of horror, fear and hardship. It is quite likely that passions that had been awakened in both of them added to the urge to ... play.

  Whatever the reasons, Julia Penelope Milton, when she felt that long hard penis prodding her virgin sex, spread her legs and raised her knees, letting the young man sink between them into the saddle she created for him.

  Then she searched for his lips with her own and, in what she would later call the most amazing release she had ever experienced, she surrendered to his kisses.

  Thinking of herself more as a woman right then, rather than as a barrister, Penny knew full well what she was doing. She had done all of this before. The hot kisses, the roaming hands, caressing places that made her tingle with pleasure, both given and received... all those things were known to Penny. But they had all been done with men she could talk to, and who would obey her commands. And now, as she welcomed the hands and lips of this man, she knew that whatever she said wouldn't matter, and that if she didn't stop this, it would lead to it's logical conclusion.

  And Penny, to her everlasting surprise, couldn't wait for that conclusion to arrive.

  "Oh I know you can't understand me" she moaned. "But I'm a virgin and I've never done this before, but if you don't make love to me instantly I'll just die! And I know it's going to hurt, but please don't stop, but if you ever understand anything I tell you, I must have you inside me, but I'm so frightened and I..."

  She was cut off by his mouth as it covered hers for another kiss, almost as if he were trying to shut her up. But then his tongue slipped into her mouth and she forgot all about that as she kissed him back. His hips were lurching forward and back, making his hard cock press into her mons and slide all over her sex. He obviously didn't know how to do this, and the thought that he too might be a virgin sent a thrill through her that brought her hand between them and to his phallus.

  She moved the tip to her opening and said "There".

  It slipped in enough to make her hiss at the pain of her stretched hymen.

  Boy, not knowing what he was about to do to that hymen, simply did what he'd seen his father do to his mother, and pressed his erection deep into Penny's belly.

  Her cry of pain startled him, and he froze, but her hands came to his buttocks and she moaned into his ear not to stop. Penny, once she had made the decision to give herself to this man, wanted to experience it all, including the pain, and she reveled in it as pleasure streaked through her at the same time. She couldn't understand how such pain could be welcome, but it was. She pushed with her hips, trying to get even more of that thick stalk up inside her.

  Boy had seen his parents making love many times, but he had never done it himself. He had thought about asking his mother if she would let him do it with her, because, truth be known, she was the only female around who wasn't scared to death of him. Well ... there were his twin sisters, but they were only six, and were more like cubs than females. But every other human in the jungle, including the young women of the tribes who lived there, shied away from him mostly. His father's reputation in the jungle had transferred to him without his consent, though he didn't really mind all that much. He was pretty full of himself. He knew he was an important part of the jungle, and took pride in that.

  But he didn't know quite what to do now. All that hot soft flesh pressing on all sides of his penis felt fabulous, and he'd very gladly just lie there and feel that for as long as he could. Her breasts felt soft and hot against his chest too, and her hair smelled good. Then she gave her hips a shove, upward, off of the rushes, as if she was trying to throw him off of her. His penis moved in her and he suddenly understood why his father pushed it in and pulled it out and kept doing that for a long time. He got his knees under him, and pushed on the floor of the cave with his hands, so he could flex his abdominal muscles. When he was stable, he

  pulled back and then, afraid he'd fall out of her, shoved back in, quite possibly with more... enthusiasm... than was required.

  Penny gasped as she gave in to the insane urge to move her hips. She was stuffed full, stretched to bursting. She'd seen plenty of his penis, both soft and hard, and what was in her felt more like his arm. At the same time, that feeling of fullness was so wonderful and so fulfilling, that she instantly realized she was a fool. She could have been feeling this for years, but she'd driven off every man who had tried to give it to her. She felt him begin to get up... off of her? No! He couldn't just stop! She'd just die if he stopped! He pulled his penis almost out of her and she took in a breath to beg him not to leave her.

  Then, her breath gushed out in a half scream as what had been taken from her was given back, both suddenly, and forcefully. This time, his pubic bone pressed hard against hers, and squashed her clitoris almost flat.

  Penny began gibbering. She lost control of everything and flopped as he began doing the same thing to her over and over again, dragging his lovely penis almost out and then slamming it back in her. Electric jolts of ecstasy shot through her body and she cried tears of happiness as every dream and fantasy about her first time came true. She'd had lots of self made orgasms before, and she felt an orgasm coming. She thought it would be the same as always, but when it overtook her, her mouth opened in a silent scream, her legs flopped as widely open as they could, and she bucked like a horse under it's first rider. All Boy could do was hang on

  for dear life.

  Boy rode her thrashing body, feeling his own release coming. He'd always played with his semen when he came, aiming it this way, or seeing how far he could help it go as his prod pumped the cream out of his balls. But this time he had the intense urge to leave it deep inside her when it happened to him. He didn't question why he felt that way. He simply looked forward to what he knew would feel wonderful. There ... it was time... He pushed in and froze.

  Penny had just regained enough control over her body to be able to decide what noises she was going to make when the man - she couldn't possibly think of him as a boy any longer - made a strange sound and stopped what he was doing. He pushed with his loins so strongly that she felt herself move over the bed of rushes a few centimeters. Then her eyes opened wide in the dark as she felt heat filling her insides and he jerked in her. Though it was dark, she could see him in her mind as she had seen him earlier that day, holding his penis while that thick stream of white shot a meter through the air.

  Now he was doing that inside her. Her first lover. The first time in her life that her sex was full to the brim with hot, wet, slippery sperm.

  And she didn't even know her lover's name.

  She didn't care. This too was part of the experience, and as she felt him swell and spit, over and over again, she held him close and luxuriated in the seed he shared with her inside her body. As her fingers slid along the rippling muscles of his shoulders she thought of what all that heat inside her might create in her womb. She felt his muscles and thought "If I have his son, he'll feel like this to some lucky girl some day."

  With that thought she welcomed his offering.

  Chapter 4: She followed me home ... can I keep her?

  It wasn't difficult for the pair to fall quickly into a restful slumber. Both were tired, Penny especially so, and Boy knew they were safe from almost all predators. He knew that, by the time they wakened in the morning that the bats would have come back in small groups and would again be deep in the tunnel.<
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  He woke first, of course. His arms were full of soft, pliant woman. He rolled and pulled his arm out from under her gently, trying not to wake her. They would still have to walk until the sun was high overhead to get home, and he wanted her in better shape when she got there, than she was when she got to the cave. He quickly went to the entrance and went down to find them food.

  When he got back she was still snoring softly. He looked at her naked body and his dangle stiffened again. He stared at her pink nipples, so different from those of the native women. Suddenly he remembered seeing his father sucking on his mother's nipples, which were darker brown than this woman's pink ones. His mother seemed to like it very much. He got down on all fours and inched his lips to the one he could get to most easily.

  First he licked it with just the tip of his tongue. It didn't taste like anything. Then he closed his lips over it and sucked... just a

  little. Still no taste. But it did feel nice in his mouth. He adjusted his lips to get a little more and sucked harder. She murmured in her sleep and he lifted his head. She was smiling. He went back down for more and she rolled onto her back. That let him get to the other one and he sucked on that one too. Her hands came up to his head and held him to her breast.