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My quest was to find and take samples of what native tribes called Punali. Rumors, legends, and several testimonials I had heard on my previous expedition were enough for my company to invest in a search for the elusive, and possibly mythical, leaves from which the jungle medicine is derived. The only place in the rain forest to find them, I had been told, was deep in the interior at the village of a mysterious tribe called the Unomo. Supposedly, they guarded the plants so religiously that only a hand full of people had ever even seen them, let alone taken the “potion,†as it is referred to.ÂÂ
If the descriptions of the miraculous properties of Punali were in the least accurate, it could lead to the development of drugs which could cure, or at least control, any number of nervous system disorders from which millions of people suffer worldwide. As a research botanist specializing in herbal compounds, I felt I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to venture back into the jungle to try to obtain samples of what could be such a valuable discovery.
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I was accompanied by three very able-bodied, although less than talkative natives. Jose, who had assisted me on two other journeys, was truly a remarkable man. He had a grasp of nearly every tribal language and dialect we had encountered. In fact, he was probably weakest in his mastery of English. He also had an uncanny ability to know where he was in the dense vegetation that seemed to go on and on with no end. I was lucky to have an idea of which direction the canoe was heading.
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Pico and Leti were along for muscle. Jose had hired them on his own; having been acquainted with them for several years. I could only speak to them through Jose and, by and large, they had little to say anyway. They carried our supplies and my equipment and kept the canoe moving through the murky, brown waters of the narrow tributaries we were navigating.
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We were probably two hundred miles or so south of the equator, gliding smoothly south, I assumed, on the surface of a narrow river. I had long ago stopped noticing my own body odor, or that of my companions, after so many days of constant perspiration. We didn’t dare bathe in the water because of the plethora of critters which would feast on us, or enter our bodies through any orifice they could penetrate and eat their way out again.
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The river narrowed even more, and we found ourselves under a thick canopy of leaves from the trees that lined the bank. At least we were out of the incessant sun which burned down on us more than sixteen hours each day.
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“This all new,†Jose commented, glancing slowly from side to side with his dark, deep-set eyes.
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He inhaled deeply as if he were trying to smell our location. He thrust his chin out and furrowed his heavy brow. His sudden attitude of concern was beginning to worry me.
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“This all new,†he repeated.
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Jose arose carefully and silently in the canoe. As he peered into the overgrowth of vegetation, Pico turned to him and said something I, of course, did not understand. Jose flashed his eyes at him and grunted, obviously signaling him to be silent.
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Slowly, Jose raised his right arm above his shoulder. Then, with the speed of a catapult, it shot down, his index finger extended to point toward the jungle.
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“Somebody.†His whisper was barely audible. “Unomo,†he said as quietly as possible.
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We stayed motionless, like we were frozen. When Jose uttered another unintelligible word, Pico and Leti pulled their oars from the water. It didn’t appear that Jose blinked his eyes, he only stared at the spot that had drawn his attention. After what seemed like fifteen minutes, Jose suddenly opened his mouth and called to the bank.
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“Bulicai! Bulicai!†The volume of his cry caused the din of bird and insect noises to silence momentarily.
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We waited another few minutes, and Jose made the identical call to the bank. I nearly jumped into the water when we heard the response.
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“Bulicai yento cot!†The voice was high-pitched and sounded urgent.
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“We scare them,†Jose whispered. “Stand.†I did as he said. With a word to our companions, they did as well. “We no be scared. We be scared, we maybe be dead.â€Â
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Several different voices from unseen mouths began chanting. “Bulicai yento cot, bulicai.†Stopping abruptly, the echo of the cries reverberated in the trees.
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Jose turned his head and looked at us. “Do like me,†he said. He raised his arms above his head, spread his fingers wide apart, and yelled in a forceful baritone, “Bulicai!â€Â
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With no detectable movement of the foliage, as if they had emerged through green fog, warriors appeared on the river bank. There must have been fifty of them, each on holding a spear. They were short in stature, but their muscles were finely developed.
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As Jose continued to let loose a barrage of words, it seemed from the warriors’ expressions that they either didn’t understand him or were cautiously considering what he told them. I had a sinking feeling of helplessness. There was no was to escape their spears if they chose to throw them. Our rifles, at our feet in the canoe, might as well have been a mile away.
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“Yento cot,†one of the warriors cried. “Adobo! Adobo!â€Â
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“Bulicai,†Jose bellowed. “Cot adobo!â€Â
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One of the men in the middle of the string of warriors lowered his spear. As he did so, his comrades did likewise. “Buleto, bulicai,†the apparent leader called.
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“We live,†Jose sighed. Lowering himself to sit in the canoe he added, “For now.â€Â
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Pico and Leti paddled slowly to the bank. They did not look happy at all. I knew I wasn’t. We were farther from civilization than any of us had ever been and we were at the mercy of a tribe that was virtually unknown outside this region.
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The Unomo warriors wore brightly colored feathers in their coal black hair. As we came closer, I saw that all were at least a foot shorter than us. However, their physiques were perfectly proportioned.
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When we reached the bank, it was obvious that our captors were fascinated by me. They had probably never before seen a person with light brown hair and pink skin whose size dwarfed them. Strangely, they did not seem to fear me. It was wonder and awe I saw in their eyes; as if they were actually happy I had arrived.
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Suddenly, a disturbing thought entered my mind. Although I had never heard any documention of the practice in the Brazilian jungle, it was not beyond the realm of possibility that the Unomo, so isolated and obscure, were cannibals. Could they be evaluating me as a feast that would feed their entire village?
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With the canoe lashed to a tree, Pico and Leti unloaded the box which contained my equipment. Having done so, Leti stepped back into the canoe, retrieved our rifles, and handed them out. There was no response at all from the natives. I surmised that they had no idea of the purpose of the guns.
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The pace they set as we marched through the nearly impassable flora was tiring. Within a mile of the river, we were walking gradually uphill. When we reached the top, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The village was constructed on a wide, vast plateau. Hundreds of small structures surrounded three large central buildings. It was the most elaborate and sophisticated jungle community I had ever seen.
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A small crowd of Unomo had gathered to investigate their visitors. Like the warriors, they were small in stature. What immediately caught my eye was a group of young women, or possibly girls, who were standing together in a corner of the concourse of buildings. They were barely four feet tall, but their physical characteristics were stunningly attractive.
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Wearing only skirts around their waists, which extended to the middle of their thighs, and beaded necklaces, nearly all of their shapely bodies were open to my view. One of them was exceptionally alluring. Although somewhat smaller than the other girls, she had voluptuous breasts, an extremely narrow waist, and lean, sculptured legs. Her eyes locked onto mine as I gazed at her. She lowered her pretty head and peered provocatively at me from under long, ebony eye lashes.     ÂÂ
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We were led to the entrance of the largest building. Two warriors went inside while we continued to be scrutinized by the Unomo populace. Within minutes, one warrior returned and spoke to Jose.
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“We talk to chief,†Jose said to me.
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With a wave of his hand, the warrior motioned us into the building. A skinny, withering old man arose from his seat on a carved, wooded stool. He approached me, paying no attention to my companions, and stopped inches away. He gazed at me intently from head to toe. I towered over him by at least two feet.
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“Bulicai?†He asked, staring intently into my eyes.
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Jose didn’t speak. I assumed from the interchange at the river that the word indicated “friend.â€Â
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“Bulicai,†I responded, doing my best to mimic the word.
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Apparently satisfied that I was sincere, the old chief walked around me slowly. When he faced me again, he raised a frail hand and squeezed my upper arm.
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“Bulicai!†The tone of his voice indicated that he had confirmed my status – whatever that might be. Glancing at my equipment box, he spoke to Jose.
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“He want know what box do, Jose said.
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“Go ahead and tell him.â€Â
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“No words to tell Unomo.â€Â
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“Tell him I use the boxes to find medicine to heal sickness.â€Â
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Jose was momentarily bewildered. He paused, then began to speak to the old man. He used hand gestures in an attempt to give an explanation. The only word I recognized was Punali.
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“Dutera Punali,†the old man said to me, raising his eyebrows in a quizzical expression.
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“He say you get Punali.â€Â
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I was shocked. I never dreamed it would be this easy. I expected some hesitation on his part to even discuss Punali, let alone allow me immediate access to it.
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“What’s their word for thank you,†I asked Jose. Before he could reply, the old man droned on in what sounded to me to be a rambling monologue.
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“He say you get Punali after ceremony,†Jose told me when the oration was ended. “He say ceremony first, then you get.†It was obviously my imagination, but Jose suddenly looked as white as a ghost. “He say Unomo need…â€Â
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“Unomo need what?†I asked.
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“Hard to say words,†Jose said. He looked at me with what might have been pity in his eyes. “Unomo need… words hard. Blood, life, Jose not sure. He say you strong, you smart. Unomo need you. You give to Unomo at ceremony.â€Â
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As Jose spoke, I began to tremble. Thoughts flashed through my mind with the speed of lightning. Was I to be sacrificed? How could I get Punali after giving my life? It didn’t make any sense.
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Jose had an ominous look on his face as he said, “Chief say you need sleep. Ceremony go all night. You sleep now.â€Â
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With that, the old man called to the warrior. I was ushered out to one of the smaller buildings. It was about twelve feet square. It contained a wooden bench upon which had been placed wooden trays with an assortment of fruits and vegetables. In the center of the room was a cot made from reeds woven around branches and covered with animal skins.
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As the warrior left, he motioned graciously to the feast that had been prepared for me. Initially, I had no appetite, wondering if this might be my last meal. I was so tired from the day’s events that I couldn’t seem to think straight. There was no logic in the old man’s promise. Either that or Jose’s limited knowledge of the dialect allowed him to provide me with only a cryptic understanding of what had been said.
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In any event, my state of mind was not helping. Although escape may not be possible, I would have a better chance if I were refreshed. I went to the bench and ate several pieces of fruit, then I reclined to at least attempt to rest.
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I was awakened by the sound of the old man’s voice. I opened my eyes to find that the room was illuminated only by the flames from small torches at each corner. The chief wore a cape adorned by colorful feathers. He began to speak words I could not begin to comprehend.
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I sat on the edge of the cot and listed to his soft, low voice. Suddenly, I recognized a word: Punali. From the waist of his skirt, he produced a small pouch and held it out to me. I grasped it and realized it was the bladder of a small animal filled with liquid.
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“Punali,†he said slowly. He motioned with his hand that he was holding an invisible object to his mouth; urging me to drink from the bladder. He pinched the tip and removed a leather lace that had sealed the liquid in.
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Reluctantly, I took a drink. It was a milky, gritty mixture with a sharp, acidic flavor. I pulled it away from my mouth and grimaced.
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“Punali,†he said again, and pushed the bladder toward my mouth.
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I opened my throat and dumped the vile contents down it; attempting to avoid any contact with my tongue. Nevertheless, the horrible taste made me shiver.
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The feeble tribal leader placed his hand on my forehead and chanted in a low monotone. Ever so gently, he pushed me back until I was lying on the cot.
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“Pado, bulicai,†he said, then turned and left the room.
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I waited to die. I expected to die–to never see my wife and children again. Then, almost imperceptibly, the effects of the medicine came on slowly. The first sensation was that the reflections of the flickering flames were dancing on the thatched ceiling. I studied them; picking out shapes of birds, flowers, and animals.
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Gradually, I felt extremely lucid. I felt as if this were the first time in my life that I had ever had truly clear thoughts. I felt energetic. I wanted to do something: to run, jump, swim. All of the fatigue I had felt earlier in the day had vanished.
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From the corner of my eye I saw movement as someone entered the room. She was carrying a large wooden bowl. She was naked from the waist up and she was beautiful. I couldn’t tell if she was one of the young women I had seen in the village square. She was small, as everyone in the village, but not squat and round like most of the women who are native to tribes in the Amazon jungles.
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White feathers and white flowers were woven into straight, shimmering black hair which flowed down from her head to just above her shoulders. Her almond shaped eyes and flat nose made her look like a Polynesian princess. But her flawless skin, which shined like black velvet in the dim light, was much darker.
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Without saying a word, she put the bowl down on the floor next to the cot. The aroma of the sweet-smelling liquid in the bowl began to fill the room. She dropped gracefully to her knees and grasped the collar of my shirt. Her confused expression let me know she had never seen one before. She fumbled with the top button, becoming frustrated that she could not get it out of the hole.
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Her reason for wanting to remove my shirt was a mystery, but I had no inclination to resist. I reached up and slowly undid the button as she keenly studied the movements of my fingers. She immediately comprehended the procedure and, with some difficulty, removed the remaining buttons. It was strange, but my feelings of fear were gone. I sensed that she wasn’t there to murder me, even though I spied a small dagger, carved from either shell or bone, tucked in the waistband of her skirt.
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Once my shirt was loose, I raised my torso and allowed her to remove it from my arms. That done, she focused her attention to the buckle on my belt. It was obvious she was pondering how to manipulate it. I decided to see how long it would take her to find the solution to the puzzle. Before she touched it, she gazed at it from several angles. In an impressive performance, she was able to unbuckle my belt and even unsnap my trousers.
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As she was staring at my zipper with an inquisitive look, another young woman entered who, like my current companion, was carrying a wooden bowl. She was even smaller, but by far more attractive. Her perfect white teeth glistened like polished pearls. White feathers and flowers also adorned her lovely head. She set her bowl on the ground and knelt behind my head.
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The girl undressing me finally looked at me and shook her head from side to side. Assuming she was stymied by the zipper, I slid it down for her. She grasped the trousers and pulled them down to my ankles, unable to get them over my boots. Realizing this, I untied them and pulled them off. As soon as I did, I felt her tiny hands on my shoulders beckoning me to lie back on the cot. My personal valet wasted no time in removing my pants and sweat soaked socks.ÂÂ
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I knew what was happening was highly unusual, but I had no sense of danger or apprehension. Because of the Punali, obviously, I was willing to let these young women do whatever it was that they were sent to accomplish.
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Suddenly, two more young women, white feathers and flowers in their hair, entered carrying bowls. They appeared to be identical twins and they were breathtaking. It was difficult to judge the age of my visitors, but the twins seemed exceptionally young and vibrant. A little taller than the other two, possibly nearly five feet, their slender bodies were blessed with tantalizingly plump, round breasts. They paused momentarily, and it was obvious they were fascinated either with my underpants or what was beginning to bulge inside them.
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As the twins set their bowls down and knelt on either side of me, Number One, I decided to call her, grasped the waistband of my shorts and pulled them slowly over my hips, down my legs, and off my feet. The twin on my left let out a muted gasp when my semi-erect organ was exposed. I assumed that, not only had they not seen a circumcised penis, they may never have seen one of such size. For that matter, considering their youth, they may never have seen one before at all.
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White motioned that she wanted me to roll over. Once I had done so, each of the girls produced a small piece of animal fur. After dipping the furs into their bowls, they began to wash me. I guessed that the cool liquid was water that had been scented with herbs or flowers. The fur was incredibly soft; possibly chinchilla. Whatever it was, the feeling against my skin was heavenly.
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I tried to tell myself that this was most likely not meant to be a sexual rite. The last thing I wanted to do was commit a social taboo which might get me into a worse situation. But, my body had its own interpretation. One of the effects of the Punali was to heighten every sensation. Having four attractive, nearly naked, young maidens stroking me was causing my cock to expand no matter how much I consciously tried to prevent it.
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As the twins washed my back, Number One cleansed my legs in long, slow, swipes. The second girl, Pearl I decided to name her because of her amazing teeth, attended to my hair, neck and shoulders. I was able to relax and enjoy the attention, especially when Number One and the twins went to work on my buttocks.
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When they stopped, I assumed it was time to roll over. My cock was fully erect as I maneuvered onto my back. I heard a moan from one of the twins and a hushed sigh from Number One when they saw my organ. No amount of willpower could have kept me from becoming excited under these extraordinary circumstances.
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The girls’ motions seemed to become more sensual as they began to wash me again. The girl at my head washed my face and ears and was working on my neck and shoulders. The twins tended to my arms, chest, stomach, and abdomen. At the same time, Number One started at my feet and worked her way up my calves and thighs. My cock was fully engorged and solid; standing tall and proud. Although they tried to hide it, it was obvious they took every opportunity to steal glances at it. ÂÂ
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Spreading my legs and lifting them, Number One washed the crack between my buttocks just as the twins’ four hands converged on my pubic area. My erection throbbed when I felt the soft fur glide over my perineum and reach my scrotum. While one twin massaged my shaft, the other gently swabbed the head.
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Their lovely bodies were so small that it appeared my cock was as thick and long as their forearms. I watched in awe for the next several minutes as they diligently cleaned me with the luxuriously soft furs; never letting their hands actually touch my skin.
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Suddenly, the bath was finished. They placed their furs in the bowls, and I expected them to leave. Happily, I was wrong. They sat back on their legs, placed their hands in their laps, and lowered their heads.
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One of the twins spoke as if beckoning someone. Within seconds, another young woman entered the room. She was even more lovely that my four attendants. Barely more than four feet tall, her body was that of a Goddess in miniature. She wore nothing but red flowers and red feathers that had been woven into her hair, and several necklaces of red beads and shells dangling from her supple neck. The reflections from the torches gave her eyes, dark and fascinating, an exotic aura.
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My cock stiffened even more as I gazed upon the new arrival. She could easily have had her photograph featured in travel brochures designed to lure men on Caribbean cruises in the hope of encountering tropical beauties. However, she was far too young to be the subject of such an advertisement. She stopped near the cot and stood with perfect posture.
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“Alamadi,†she said softly as she looked into my eyes. She glanced briefly at my organ and her eyes opened wide. I am by no means exceptionally endowed. My cock is probably average for my six foot height. But, in relation to her tiny body, I seemed utterly huge.
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She dropped to her knees and took it in her hands. She ran them gently over it; as if measuring me. Ever so slowly she lowered her gorgeous ebony face until her brown lips were poised just above it. She flicked her tongue out and licked the tip, then backed away a few inches drawing a glistening strand of saliva which trailed to her lips until it snapped.
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“Alamadi,†she said again with an intriguing smile on her face. The tone of her voice indicated she was satisfied with my size and taste. She placed her lips on me again and began to nurse me. She drew more and more of me into her warm mouth as I listened to the erotic sound of the wet friction of her lips.
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I was in awe. I watched as her small jaws opened wide and her delicate cheeks stretched and contorted to accommodate what to her must have been an impossibly massive organ. She plunged her head up and down; sucking in more and more of me each time. Provocative moans emanated from her nasal passages.
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Eventually, her sweet lips were sliding over nearly half of my length. The twins began to lick and tongue my ears as I reached down and caressed the back of Red’s lovely head as it bobbed up and down.
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She was bringing me to the edge of climax. I felt a rapturous, growing tension between my legs which slowly radiated throughout my body. Just as I was about to urge her to stop, she raised her mouth off of me. She arose and climbed onto the cot; straddling my hips. I could see the dark brown lips of her pussy were spread wide open, protruding through her ebony pubic hair, displaying a hint of their pink interior.
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My drug laden mind was racing. It was obviously her intention to mate with me, but I had no idea why. Was this incredible scene just a vision induced by the Punali? If it was, it was incredibly real.
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She raised up and held my shaft to her opening with her tiny hand. Gently, she lowered her narrow hips until her vulva made contact. She was so small and tight that it felt like there was no opening to penetrate; only a soft, slippery indentation. She repeated her attempt several times until I felt the tip of my cock slip into her. Once we were coupled, she collapsed onto my chest, reached up, wrapped her slender arms around my neck, and crushed her petite breasts against my lower chest.
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I grasped her hips and helped her push down; forcing myself farther into her. The tight tissues of her vagina seemed to relax and expand to accommodate me each time she’d thrust downward. It was a fantastic sensation to feel her tiny body gradually yielding to me.
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I felt a soft obstruction against the head of my cock. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to me that Red was a virgin. I stopped pushing and allowed her to control the force and depth of penetration. She squealed in pain as she lunged against me. I felt her hymen flexing and giving way to my intrusion.
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With an energetic thrust and whimper of pain, she forced me into her. When her membrane ripped, I slid another few inches into her deliciously tight, smooth, unexplored duct. After a few more strokes, she managed to take more than half of me into her. She was grunting each time she plunged down. Her hot breath was moistening my chest.
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I placed my hands on her slim back and applied more and more pressure to drive her down on me until she cried out in orgasmic ecstasy. She writhed and bucked almost uncontrollably. Raising her head, she gazed into my eyes. Her mouth was open wide and she screamed with every breath.
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Throughout her orgasm, I continued to take the initiative. Overcome with lust, I used my strength to propel her diminutive body up and down on me. I suddenly felt two mouths licking and tonguing the insides of my thighs. I drove deeper and faster into her until her vulva was close against me; my entire length throbbing inside the tender, narrow sheath that engulfed it.
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She placed her hands on my chest and arose until she sat astride me. Her dreamy, teary, half-closed eyes showed that the pain of losing her virginity had been replaced by the luminous glow of euphoria. She moaned with every breath and rocked her pelvis in circles to grind her clitoris against mine.
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She placed her hands against her stomach and muttered something. She was apparently showing me where she felt my cock deep inside her. Watching her dance on me, I took her breast in my hands. They were exquisitely firm and round. Her nipples were elongated and had stiffened as a result of her excitement.
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“Oh! Deolo! Deolo!†she screamed as another orgasm, much more potent than her first, overtook her. I felt the muscles in her vagina rippling against my cock. “Ohhhh, deolo!!†she continued to cry; throwing her head back and forth wantonly.
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I grasped her slim waist with my hands and lifted her up and down in quick, powerful jerks. The sight of my cock sliding into her minute frame was astonishing. I savored the physical and mental rush of having her vaginal essence stimulate me.
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The pitch of her screams fell several octaves until low groans of satisfaction resonated from her lungs. She raised her hands and combed her fingers through her long hair as it bounced wildly around her shoulders. She was totally lost in passionate release.
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A tingling sensation fluttered just behind my scrotum and rapidly washed through my entire pubic region. Watching Red bounce on me and feeling the mouths of two of the girls on my upper thighs, I grunted as I felt the muscles surrounding my prostate clinch like a boxer’s fist.
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An enormous stream of semen shot through my cock. Another followed, and several more rushed through me into her hot cavity. Each one brought so much intense pleasure that it was almost too much to endure. One sure thing could be said for Punali: it increased sexual pleasure to an astounding level.
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Red must have felt the hot liquid spew into her. A smile of deep satisfaction graced her lips and she swiveled her hips provocatively as I filled her. When I had finished, she fell limp against my chest, panting and moaning.
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Within seconds, she rolled off of me. Immediately my four attendants were at my side again and began to wash me with the soft furs. I remained still, catching my breath, and allowed them to soothe me. When one of the twins swabbed my cock, I realized, miraculously, that it was still rock hard: apparently another effect to be attributed to the phenomenal potion I had ingested.
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I noticed that the other girls had removed their skirts and were naked except for their feathers and jewelry. They quickly dispatched the furs to the bowls and began sliding their velvety soft, small hands over my skin. With feathery lightness, they fondled and petted me.
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The twin on my left opened her mouth and placed it on my chest. Moving her lips as if she were imitating a fish and licking slowly with her tongue, she explored the surface of my body. Within seconds, the other three girls’ mouths were on me as well. Eight hands and four mouths were causing erotic sensations that I had never dreamed possible.
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Seeing no reason to restrain my continuing desire, I reached over and stroked the smooth, firm hip of one twin while my other hand ran up the warm inner thigh of her sister. She spread her legs farther apart and nestled her hips down toward my fingers as if seeking them out.
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The twins kept moving their wet lips lower across my abdomen as the other girls sucked and nibbled up my thighs. My cock was throbbing with the anticipation of their lips converging on it at the same time. I slid my hand further up the twin’s leg until I encountered her slippery slit. She sighed and rocked her dainty hips; pushing her pussy down so that my fingers were rubbing against the incredibly delicate tissue of her clitoris.
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I felt a pair of soft lips close around my left ball as I watched one of the twins wrap hers around the head of my organ. Another pair of lips engulfed my other ball as the other twin began running her mouth up and down the upper quarter of my shaft.     ÂÂ
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Their tender tongues, mouths, and lips swirled on my flesh. I was surprised that the barrage of stimulation I was receiving didn’t push me to immediate release. Although their techniques were somewhat peculiar and primitive, they were undoubtedly doing their best to impress me with their talents.
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I heard one of the twins mutter something as she released my pulsing cock. White arouse and stood next to me. The lean, black skin of her naked body looked as smooth and firm as fine, polished ebony. Her legs, which had been covered by the skirt, were longer and shapelier than the others’. I stared hungrily at her; elated that she was apparently to be my second virgin of the night.
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When she approached closer, I took her arm and pulled her toward me. Placing my hand at the back of her lovely little head, I kissed her luscious lips. She recoiled immediately and gave me a strange, puzzled look. It was possible that the Unomo were not familiar with that form of intimacy. Nevertheless, I pulled her to me again and held her while I explored the warm interior of her mouth with my tongue. Eventually, she began to suck it almost in unison with the mouths working on my cock and balls.
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When our lips parted, she dropped to her knees and ran her mouth down my chest and over my belly. The other three girls reluctantly moved to my scrotum to allow White unfettered access. As she moved her head toward it, I had an irresistible urge to taste the sweetness of her young, virgin pussy.
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Leaning nearly off the cot, I grabbed her thighs and lifted her over me. I pulled her hips back until her small opening was only inches above my face. Her dark, charcoal lips were splayed open to reveal the delicious entrance to her untouched canal. Her scent was a combination of the familiar feminine aroma and the herbs that of the water she had used to bathe me.
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When I licked her soft, silky slit, she moaned and I felt her muscles clinch in response. I bent my knees and arched my hips toward her waiting mouth; then felt her wet lips encircle me as I lapped at her tiny pussy. When I stroked her clitoris with my tongue, it was as if I had flipped on a switch inside her. Her entire body began to undulate like a wriggling snake.
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I could feel her forcing her mouth over my cock and consuming more and more of it as her head swung up and down. Her squeals and cries of pleasure filled the hut. I was sure that most of the villagers must have been able to hear her expressing her uninhibited appreciation of my efforts.
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I wrapped my lips around her clitoris and drew it into my mouth. She pulled her head off my cock and erupted in a ferocious, unrelenting climax. She howled at the top of her lungs like a wild animal. Her body shuddered and trembled violently. Her reaction was so fervent that I was consumed with an overwhelming desire to be buried deep inside her the next time she came.
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Before her orgasm had fully ebbed, I picked her up, turned her around, and cradled her in my arms. She might have weighed ninety pounds at the most. I dropped to my knees and laid her on her back on the cot. Her legs automatically spread open wide to invite me into her.
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One of the twins moved to my side and grasped my organ in her hand. As I moved forward, she deftly guided it between White’s slick labia. Aware of the tremendous size difference, I was careful to go slowly; repressing my urge to drive into her in one powerful, satisfying plunge.
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“Alimadi,†she whispered through her pants for air, “alimadi.â€Â
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I moved into her less than an inch or so, very gently, then retreated. I pushed again and penetrated a few more inches. I continued to make progress and tried to calculate each stroke to minimize any discomfort she might feel. Her fragile tube was deliciously wet from the combination of my saliva and her own lubrication, but it was still a remarkably snug fit.
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I had managed to squeeze nearly half my penis into her when, surprisingly, she wrapped her slender calves around my hips and, with a guttural groan from her throat, pulled me much deeper that I had thought possible at that point. The twin removed her hand from me as I withdrew and sank deeper still with my next thrust.
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One of the twins moved behind me, reclined on her back on the floor, and I felt her warm mouth and tongue at the base of my scrotum. She rocked her head back and forth to match the rhythm of my thrusting hips. That was all I could take. With my next stroke, I sank completely into White’s hot duct.
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“Alimadi! Alimadi, te deolo, te deolo!†she screamed with abandon.
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I grabbed her ankles in each hand and held them in the air, straightening her legs, as I pummeled her with hard, fast, deep strokes. Her compact, internal textures felt heavenly against the taut skin of my cock. The sensation was incredible. She was so tight that I could feel the suction each time I withdrew for another plunge.
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White thrashed and twisted; accentuating the elegant contact between us. Her lips were extended to form a small circle as she breathed heavily through her mouth. As I stared into her eyes, they suddenly opened wide. It was obvious that she was close to the edge.
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She inhaled and seemed to stop breathing entirely for a few seconds, then she exhaled forcefully with a guttural moan vibrating from deep within her chest as she exploded for the second time. For the next minute or so, she continued to moan as her body shook and trembled.
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“Deolooooo, deoloooo,†she cried over and over.
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Rivers of sweat were running off me, but I maintained the speed and intensity of my movements in and out of her writhing young body. I felt an awesome pressure building inside me; like hot lava bubbling and churning in the caverns of a volcano. Releasing her left ankle, I placed my hand between her legs. Finding her clitoris, I massaged it in quick, small circles with my fingers.
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In only a few seconds, White responded with another screaming, powerful orgasm. I slid my hand back to her ankle again and forced my cock in and out of her violently. She yelled with each breath and raised her hips off the cot driving her vulva against me.
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I felt a huge, gratifying clot of come rocket through my urethra. It was followed by countless aftershocks. My climax was so complete that it felt like the spurts of searing liquid would never end. White seemed to have reached some orgasmic plateau. She wailed and howled uncontrollably while she bounced up and down and back and forth under me.
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When the potency of the flow from my cock had diminished, I was spent. I pressed close to White and enjoyed the sublime feeling of her contractions as her bliss subsided. I pulled out of her and wanted only to lie down and rest. I stumbled onto the cot and reclined. As soon as I did, my remaining three groomers were bathing me with their cool, wet furs. I closed my eyes and relaxed in the high of afterglow. My mind wandered. Still feeling more alert than I ever had, I pondered the situation. Was this ceremony the Unomo way of giving a victim his last lustful fulfillment before some gruesome execution?
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I had regained my breath and had begun to relax when I felt the furs gently massaging my penis. It was incredible, but they had managed to coax me to a solid erection again in a matter of minutes. Soon, I felt the tender warmth of mouths on my scrotum and a hungry mouth nursing my cock.
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Whatever marvelous stories had been told about the medicinal wonder of Punali, they paled in comparison to the tremendous aphrodisiac effects it bestowed. I found myself rocking my hips in cadence with lips that were sucking me. My fatigue had evaporated, and I was pondering how greedily satisfying it would be to have the twins take turns riding me.
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My thoughts were interrupted when one of the twins spoke. Pearl, her flashing white teeth framed by a wide smile, arose and approached me. I realized then that she was the gorgeous maiden that was staring at me earlier in the center of the village.
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The sultry look in her eyes told me that she had waited patiently to be mine. “Alimadi,†she cooed softly with a hint of doubt in her soprano voice.
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I had no idea of the literal interpretation of the word she and the others had used, but I knew exactly what she had in mind. The mental image of burying myself in her virgin body caused my penis to palpate involuntarily between the mouths of the twins who were working in unison to keep me hard.
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“Alimadi,†I replied, “you are absolutely ravishing. It will be my honor and pleasure to be your first lover.â€Â
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With her full lips and turned-up nose, she was by far the most beautiful of the girls sent to me and also the smallest: barely half my height. Her build, though, was amazing: angular shoulders and slim arms; pert, round breasts with long, erect nipples that begged to be sucked; a waist as slim as my upper thigh; and smooth hips that curved into enticingly shaped legs.
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She kneeled next to me, and I laced my fingers through her soft, black hair. She lowered her head, placed her mouth on my right nipple, and teased it with her tongue. The thought crept into my head that, although these young girls didn’t know how to kiss, their knowledge of the masculine erogenous zones, and what to instinctively do with them, was vast.
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Gradually, Pearl trailed her wet lips down my body. As the twins moved away, she nestled herself between my legs. With her stunning face just an inch from my cock, she gazed into my eyes. She ran her tongue back and forth between her lips to wet them, and ogled my member with an intriguing expression of worship and awe.
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Slowly, she opened her beautiful mouth. Never taking her eyes from mine, she lowered her succulent lips over my cock. She swallowed nearly half of it in one thrilling gulp. I don’t know whether she had had practice, but her technique was remarkable. As she continued to fellate me, the twins moved higher and nibbled on my neck and chest. I showed them my appreciation by snuggling my hands between their legs and fondling their quivering love buttons.
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It seemed impossible, but Pearl eventually took nearly all of my erection into her mouth and throat. She seemed to have become preoccupied with the singular purpose of giving me the utmost pleasure from her oral talents. In any other circumstances, I would probably have shot my come into her mouth within a few seconds. But, the sight of my cock disappearing into her gorgeous little face, coupled with the twins’ mouths caressing me, was so exhilarating that I wanted it to go on forever.
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The twin on my right suddenly let out a yelp of pleasure and bit down harder on my nipple. She ground her pussy against my hand and rocked her hips feverishly as an orgasm ripped through her. Pearl’s eyebrows furrowed as she watch the other girl enjoying a climax; either angered or jealous that I had given my attention to someone else.
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I removed my hands from the wet pussies I had been massaging. My fingers were coated with feminine lubrication but there was no means of wiping them off. Cradling Pearl’s head, I signaled her to release me from her mouth. She arose to mount me; reaching between her legs to aim me toward her virgin target.
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Just before she lowered herself to envelope me, I grasped her thighs and pulled her higher. Her open pussy lips slid up my torso leaving a stripe of her wetness on my stomach and chest. I immediately felt the twins dive between my legs and resume their oral activity. Tugging harder, Pearl finally realized what I wanted. Placing her knees at either side of my head, she crouched over me.
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I raised my arms and cupped her breasts as her sweet smelling labia hovered just above my mouth. Her lips were spread like the wings of a glorious pink butterfly and glistened with her appetizing natural moisture. She slowly bent her knees, and I extended my tongue to meet her delicious tenderness.
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She had only a wisp of soft, black pubic hair. Not only was she quite small, but likely the youngest of my consorts. I didn’t try to guess her age and put the issue out of my mind. I was in the land of the Unomo, under the influence of a powerful drug, and relishing the opportunity to partake of her youthful body.
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My mouth flowed over her delectable tissues and explored every intimate detail. Muted sighs were her only reactions to my efforts until I slowly licked her clitoris. She moaned heavily and began to undulate her hips in short, quivering arcs. As I licked it, I could feel it expand and extend farther and farther from under its protective flap. Within minutes, it became rigid and seemed to throb in reaction to my touch.
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I wrapped my lips around it and sucked it as if it were a straw in a glass and at the same time used my tongue to lightly stimulate the very tip. I could feel her nipples dilate between my fingers.
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“Oto, le deolo,†she whispered, her voice sounding as if she were pleading for me to do something.
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“Oto. Oto, le deolo,†she said again, much louder this time.
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With a smacking sound I released my lips from her. I flattened my tongue and moved it rapidly but gently over and around her engorged bud. The movements of her hips became more deliberate. A split second later, she climaxed with a heaving sigh that sounded as if she had expelled every molecule of oxygen from her lungs.     ÂÂ
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“Ara ti le deolo,†she cried and placed her hands on the top of my head and tried to direct me to exactly where she wanted. Her body writhed and her breasts heaved with deep breaths as I held them snugly in my hands.ÂÂ
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Once her animated response had subsided, she slid off my face and down my body until I felt her tingling, wet pussy touch the tip of my cock. Resting her chin on my chest, she peered up at me and said something in a soft whisper. Once she positioned her opening directly above me, she began to swivel her hips lasciviously. I slid my hands down her back, savoring the smooth curves of her waist, and grabbed the cheeks of her ass tightly.
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I pushed her down onto me and felt the twins’ mouths yield to her presence. I entered her slowly by applying constant pressure with both hands. She bared her teeth in a contorted grimace, her nostrils flaring, as I gradually slide into her in one long, slow, stroke.
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She was much tighter than the previous girls. Her resilient vaginal tissues stretched to conform to the size of the organ that was steadily impaling her. Trembling moans of what sounded like an erotic blend of pain and pleasure reverberated through her nasal passages. With each inch that she took, her moans grew louder and higher in pitch.
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I raised my hips and added the power of my legs to the force I was exerting on her with my hands. She slowly slid down until I was all the way in her heavenly chasm. The feeling of her internal ridges and dimples palpating on my shaft was utterly divine. She raised her head and arched her back. I noticed tears had begun to drip down her cheeks.
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Fearing that she was in pain I tried to pull her off me, but she immediately settled back down to surround me with her warmth. The expression of anguish on her face gave the impression that she was straining every muscle in her beautiful, tiny body.
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“Alimadi,†she hissed, squeezing her eyes closed. “Ara ti le deolo.â€Â
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As she ground her pubic mound against me, her expression slowly changed. She relaxed briefly as she teetered on the edge, then her mouth and eyes opened and she stared at me in utter disbelief of what she was experiencing. I felt the muscles in her vagina ripple and contract around my cock; beginning at the base, then constricting in steady waves upward over and over.
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I rocked my hips to accentuate the stimulation of her clitoris. She tilted her head from side to side as if she were completely amazed that she could endure such intense, sustained pleasure. Her seemingly endless internal contractions were driving me crazy. I marveled at the strength of her peristaltic muscles.
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Without warning, she fell onto my chest again and panted for breath as her spasms began to wane. I lifted her off me until her pussy lips caressed my sensitive foreskin, then forced her down again to feel the silky, fine viscosity of her juices lubricating her tight sheath and soothing my shaft.
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Once she caught her breath, she began bucking her hips and writhing passionately in perfect rhythm with my upward thrusts. Her uninhibited sexual response was magnificent. She came again and again with increasing intensity. It seemed that the intervals between her orgasms decreased with each succeeding one she experienced until she hung in a suspended state of perpetual orgasmic bliss.
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Gradually fatigue got the best of her. Her limp body literally slumped against me. I swung my legs over the side of the cot and stood. Holding her with my hands clutching her diminutive buttocks, I pumped her up and down on me and thrust my hips upward until she had yet another climax.
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I could feel my semen begin to swirl inside me; urgently waiting for its glorious escape. My prostate throbbed as it prepared to act. Tingles of pleasant warmth spread between my legs like pounding music in an overture to orgasm. I closed my eyes and screamed when I began to spray inside her.
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I felt my come oozing from her and running down over my balls as I began to regain my composure. I realized that had entered a zone of sexual consciousness I had never experienced before. I carefully reclined on the cot again and reveled in the feeling of holding the lovely, young girl whose virginity I had just taken.
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Pearl raised her head and looked at me. She had a magical, mysterious gleam in her eyes that told me she was every bit as satisfied as I was. She kissed my chest and rolled off the cot to lie on her back on the floor. I glanced down and realized that, for the first time in what seemed like hours, my penis had softened to nearly its usual relaxed size.
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My eyes fell shut and all I could think of was sleep when I felt two furs again cleansing me with cool, scented water. I had somehow forgotten the twins! As they washed me, I became invigorated. Without opening my eyes, I had visions of the possibilities that awaited me. When the furs reached my cock, it sprang to life again.
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I heard the furs drop into their bowls and opened my eyes. I spread my legs wide and placed my feet at either side of the cot. The twins didn’t hesitate. They climbed onto the cot and snuggled between my legs. Their tongues darted out of their pretty mouths and they began to lick my cock and balls.
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I enjoyed their amorous attention while I pondered which one I would pick first, when I had a delightful idea. Taking the arm of the twin on my right, I pulled her toward me. She raised her legs and straddled me with the obvious intention of lowering herself onto my straining organ. To her surprise, I lifted her light body and, somewhat reluctantly, she settled her wet pussy onto my waiting mouth.
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As I suckled her, I reached out and took her sister’s arm. With no hesitation, she climbed onto me, and I felt her hands on my chest as she plunged onto cock. I concentrated on my oral efforts and passively enjoyed the tight sheath that was slowly surrounding my shaft.
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I pulled the first twin securely against my face and lapped at her clitoris. I sensed that any disappointment she might have felt had faded away when it started to quiver and vibrate against my tongue. She began to rotate her pelvis faster and faster to increase her stimulation.
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Both the girls began to squeal with delight as they finally got the chance to use me. I could feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into the second twin as she became accustomed to the feeling of riding me. I brought my feet back onto the cot and bent my knees. I jerked my hips up to meet each of the twin’s diving plunges.
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The twin kneeling over my face shivered for a few seconds and then emitted a shrill scream of delight as an orgasm swept through her. A split second later, I heard her sister squeal in ecstasy and felt her vaginal muscles relentlessly griping my cock. Their harmonious cries of delight echoed through the hut and I’m sure were heard throughout the village.
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The next few minutes became a blur of unrestrained orgy. I lifted the twin off my face and sat up. Pulling the other twin off my cock, I positioned them next to each other on the cot. They instinctively spread their thin legs and gazed at me with wanton looks of desire.
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Dropping to my knees, I approached my final virgin. The other twin gleefully dropped off the cot to her knees beside me, grabbed the shaft, and guided it toward her lovely sister’s gaping lips. I inserted it slowly as the twin moved her hand back and cupped my scrotum in her delicate hand.
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I was overcome with lust. I paid little attention to minimizing the girl’s discomfort. After only a few thrusts, I was pumping all the way in and out of her. The other twin, unable to hold my balls in that position, moved behind me, reached between my legs, and deftly massaged my perineum while I fucked her sister.
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The twin on the cot grabbed her legs and held them to her breasts. With a deafening scream, she came hard while I continued to fuck her. Once she had calmed, I grabbed the other girl, placed her on the cot, stepped to my right, and drove all the way inside her. After only several strokes, I felt her tighten and spasm on me.
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Arising, I had the twins stand, lean over, and place their hands on the cot. Their ass cheeks, about the size of indigo cantaloupes, awaited me. I entered the one on my left as I reached around her to fondle her clitoris. I savored her yielding body for several minutes as she writhed against me. When she came, squealing with rapture, she apparently lost control of her body. I felt several short squirts of warm urine shoot from her-splashing onto my fingers and dripping to the ground.
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As her body collapsed on the cot, I moved to my right and thrust into her beautiful sister. I grabbed her waist and jerked her back and forth against me. Her supple ass slapped my abdomen as I rammed in and out of her as fast as I could.
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As I gazed at the awesome sight of my cock sliding into her slim, petite body, she turned her head to stare into my eyes. Her eyes and mouth gaped open in an expression that could have expressed horror or complete amazement. Moments later, the only sounds I could hear were her shrill screams of joy and the soft, slurping of my cock in her pussy, as she erupted in orgasm.
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I alternated between them for a while, concentrating on maximizing the animal pleasure I was extracting from the twins. Suddenly, as I was inside the one on the left, her sister wrapped her delicate hand around the loose skin of my scrotum just above my balls and began squeezing the connecting tubes and tendrils.
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Just as her sister began to shudder with another release, she began shaking her hand back and forth causing my balls to be tossed and jostled in their cushioned sack. The combination of stimuli was too much. Streams of come shot through me like bolts of lightning in the night sky, spraying into her womb forcefully until I was delirious with pleasure.
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I seemed to black out from the intensity of my release, because I suddenly found myself lying on the cool ground on my back. I remained still for what seemed like an eternity. Through my fog of euphoria and fatigue, I could faintly hear heavy breathing. I opened my eyes slowly and saw the other twin lying on her back on the cot. Her legs were spread wide with her knees pulled back against her tiny, blossoming breasts. There was a look of dire need on her beautiful, little face.
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We stared at each other for a few minutes. I watched as she squirmed provocatively on the cot, offering herself to me, and warmed the entrance to her body with her hands. Although I had nearly lost count of the number of orgasms I’d had, I knew I was being called upon again.
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Mustering all the Punali-induced strength I had, I arose on my knees next to the cot. Noticing that my erection had not returned, the twin rolled to her side and took me into her mouth. Though the oral artistry I had experienced earlier this night was wonderful, she performed as if her life depended on getting me hard again.
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She bobbed and twirled her head, flicked her tongue, caressed my balls with her soft fingers, and gave me a blow job beyond compare. Within minutes my organ was fully engorged with blood and I loved every sensation of her wet mouth. I felt some stamina return, and literally dived into her succulent body. She whispered softly into my ear as I pounded in and out of her - craving my own orgasm if only to have an opportunity to rest.
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Pressing as hard and deep as I could, I rotated my hips to probe every boundary of her sweet, internal softness. Soon, the familiar feeling permeated my groin and, just as I began to empty myself inside her, she exploded. Her body twisted against me like a serpent as I felt my semen pumping out in powerful, blissful spurts.
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She whispered something to me again and wriggled out from under my body. I slumped onto the cot in exhaustion. It was over. Every muscle in my body was shaking from what seemed like hours of strenuous exertion. My cock was sore and irritated. I was covered with sweat, saliva, semen, and the pungent secretions of my virgin twins. I fell asleep gazing at the flickering candlelight dancing on the ceiling of the hut.
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I awoke to the feeling of soft, wet furs bathing me. I opened my eyes, squinting to protect them from the bright light of day, to see Number One, Pearl, and the twins kneeling next to the cot. Each smiled at me sweetly as my eyes went from one to the next. There were no flowers in their hair, they were wearing their skirts, and they acted as prim and demure as Catholic school girls.
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Believe it or not, for a fleeting moment I actually hoped that this was a prelude to another episode of sexual extravaganza. However, although I sensed feelings of admiration and appreciation from them, I got no indication I would receive anything more than a bath.
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They finished sooner than I wanted. Without any words, they left me alone in the hut. A few minutes later, Number One brought me y clothes, which had obviously been laundered, and placed them at the foot of the cot on which I had ravaged her body last night. She turned to leave, then quickly darted toward me. Leaning down until her face was only inches from mine, she gazed into my eyes for a few seconds.
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Grasping my flaccid cock with her hand, she whispered, “Ti et goto me deolo,†and placed her soft lips on mine. Flashing a satisfied smile, she arose and left.          ÂÂ
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I sat up and assumed that I would feel like I had run a marathon. To my surprise, I felt refreshed. All indications of the influence of Punali were gone. My thoughts turned to my hunger when I noticed a new array of food set out on the bench.
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After dressing, I gorged myself on jungle fruit while I again considered the situation. As I did, it struck me that I did not recall seeing any young children in the village yesterday. It was possible, of course, that they had been hidden away because of intrusion by outsiders. But another realization hit me.
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Jose interpreted the chief as saying that the Unomo wanted my blood…my life. The only rationale to explain what happened last night was that they wanted me to mate with their healthiest, most attractive, and most fertile virgins. Possibly because of in-breeding in the tribe or some other physiological deficiency, they needed a new source of procreation and saw me as the prime candidate.
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I had satisfied my appetite when the chief entered. He was carrying a woven basket of brownish leaves. He hobbled toward me, smiling, and extended the basket.
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“Punali,†he said.
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I accepted the basket and nodded. He had kept his promise; giving me what I wanted after taking from me what he thought his people needed. “Bulicai,†I said, hoping I was free to go and still considered a “friend.â€Â
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He ushered me out of the hut into a corner of the village. Pico, Leti, and Jose were there waiting amid a dozen or so warriors. The Unomo men didn’t hide the fact that they wanted us to leave as soon as possible.
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As we began our trek back to the river, I spotted Pearl standing at the edge of the crowd of gawking villagers. Once again, I noticed that there were no young children to be seen. I gave Pearl a wry grin and winked as I went by. Her teeth sparkled as she mouthed something silently to me and placed her hand flat against her abdomen as if warming a growing seed inside her.
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To this day I remember the beautiful virgins I took in the jungle. I also sort of regret that I didn’t tell them, or the chief, to be prepared for disappointment. But, I doubt that Jose could have possibly found the right Unomo words to explain that I had had a vasectomy two years ago after my wife gave birth to our second child. But, there is still hope – and possibly unbelievable pleasure for the next adventurer who stumbles onto their remote village.
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