Desert Island

(OOC: Aren't they meant to be 18 cycles old?)

The drums suddenly stop and so do the two dancers.

He manages to pull his attention from the native woman in time to see them take off their animal(?) skins, leaving them naked.

Then the drums start again and so too do the dancers. This time, more suggestively as they rub their bodies together. The boy showing signs of arousal..
 
OOC: haha i meant for one cycle to be more than a normal year...well if i broke any laws back there i'm sorry...:eek: 18 cycles then...
 
Those seated around the white men started to move away once I stood up. I was glad that my scent was still all too familiar to the rest of the tribe, especially the men.

Walking briefly past the young couple on show, I nodded my approval to Nira, before seating myself next to the white man.
 
He continues to watch the couple as they grind against each other. Then the girl turns round and presents her backside to her partner who starts running his hands over it very enthusiastically.

Then he notices that the native woman is sitting next to him, staring intently into his face...
 
I watched on as the cackle of the fire is all we can hear know, other than the barely audible moans that we could make out from the couple.

Wanting so much to push the girl aside, so that I could show her how it was done properly, I felt my hands rubbing that beloved pendant of mine.

Turning towards the white man, I can see the same arousal begin to stir, and I smile to myself slowly.
 
He finds he cannot take his eyes off the intoxicating native sitting next to him. Her skin so dark, it is as she is made out of the night air itself.

She smiles at me with those full generous lips and he finds his body shiver in response.

The drums abruptly stop again.

Looking around, he see the young girl now falling to her hands and knees while the boy takes up his position behind her.

Surely not?

The boy's hand move between then and a moment later, he is shifting his hips forward, causing the girl to cry out.

They are!

The drums start up again, this time keeping pace with the thrusting of the copulating couple in front of him...
 
Once again, I took off the totem-like pendant from my neck, but this time not for to perform a ritual, but rather to fulfill my desires.

Holding it at the base, I trailed the tip along my entire body, feeling it run along parts of my skin that were exposed.

Turning, I saw that the white man was hooked onto the scene unfolding before him, and I smiled to myself slightly, knowing it wouldn't be long.

This time, I rubbed the tip along the inside of my thighs, giving up a very soft moan, indicating my pleasure.
 
In front of him, the couple continue in their act. They appear completely lost to everything and everyone around them.

Then he hears a soft groan.

Turning round, he finds himself looking at the native woman.

What is she doing?

Then he sees the pendant in her hand.

My God! She's rubbing herself with it!

He looks up and sees that she is staring straight at him again. He wants to look away but can't. Not even to see the couple who are rutting together only a few metres away.

Instead he stares back. Watching how her large lips part showing her brilliant white teeth. How her breasts wobble as she slides the pendent over her body.

He feels himself responding...
 
For the first time since his 'arrival', I could feel myself gaining his undivided attention.

From the first time when he had looked upon me with much fear, to the point now when all I could see was pure animal lust, aided by the scene of copulation only a few feet away from us, not to mention the wild sex noises.

This time, I spread my legs as he looked on knowingly, as I prodded the opening of my privates with the tip of the pendant. If I was living in the modern world, I would have called it a dildo instead.
 
Merry Christmas!

(OOC: Just wanted to say how much I am enjoying this (1-2-1?) thread, mfucker. Have a happy Christmas/New Year and I will be posting again in the New Year.)
 
He watches, his eyes locked on the pendant as it slides into her sex between her legs, causing her to moan deeply.

Looking up, he sees that she is staring at him.

Is she inviting him?

He finds his groin is increasingly getting uncomfortable. His sex stiffening and lengthening inside his gown.

Suddenly he is envying the lover of this strange and intoxicating woman. Sure, there are prettier women than her, even in this camp. But there's something about her. Something which instinctively tells him that she is all Woman, full of passion. That the man who is lucky enough to share her bed is the most luckiest person alive.

Suddenly he is feeling jealous. More than that. Hungry.

Where is her man? Her mate?

And if he's not around to protect her, then why can't he have her instead?

He feels his passion rising as he stares at the dark woman with naked lust.

Even without realising it, he starts to move...
 
And I was already beginning to wonder if white men behave differently from those of our tribe. Any other man would have flashed his manhood in attempts to impress me. Very few do actually.

A smile slowly forms on the edge of my lips as I watch him start to react, in a way I very much wanted him to. Soon, he stood only inches from me, his gaze unmistakably fixed on the phallic tool between my lips.
 
He watches the pendant slides in and out of her sex. Her eyes fixed him, her thick lips forming a sly looking smile.

He feels hot, very hot. The rhythm of the drums matching the pulsations of his blood. All he can think about is that he wants to couple with this exotic woman with the coal black skin.

He can't understand it! He never felt like this before! It is as if he has been bewitched!

The drums then stop...
 
The beating of drums stop, but my hands do not. It would have been an offense if I were any younger, but I was not, and there was no man who was bold enough to charge me in the village.

All eyes turn to the new couple, as their initiation was reaching the ultimate point of completion.

Animal-like grunts escaped both their young throats, as the boy gripped the girls behind tightly, bellowing like the young man he was to become.

Still my hands move in a fluster, never once stopping for the action before me. I too, was desperate for the release.
 
Silence descend on the village like a blanket and all he could hear were the cries coming from the copulating couple.

Turning his attention back to them, he sees that the boy has now stopped moving and is instead straining against the girl, his whites of his eyes showing as he is very obviously ejaculating inside her. The look on the young girl's face tells him that likewise she is very much having her own orgasm.

While the couple grunted and shake in their joint orgasms, a strange dressed native (the medicine man?) comes over and showers them with something (he later finds out that it is plant seed). He then walks away, allowing them to slide apart as the rest of the tribe give them a huge applause. Staggering to their feet, the girl takes the boy's hand and leads them off to one of the nearby huts.

The drums then start up again as the medicine man walks over and points to the native woman sitting next to him.

Nodding her head, she gets up and walks to where the young couple had been. Facing the tribe (and him), her hands go to her clothing...
 
It was a traditional dance, and only the more experienced generation was allowed to do it. And I was part of it.

The drums started slowly, my hands rubbing over the most sensual parts of my body. The phallic pendant had returned to its place around my neck. I longed for something else, something live, and warm.

Then almost like a ritual, the elders start to disrobe, all revealing manhoods of different sizes and shapes. One thing was for sure; they were all big to be able to have a seat among the elders.
 
He watches the dark woman as she runs her hands over her voluptuous body, paying particular attention to her heavy breasts.

He can feel the lust flow through him like a fever, his penis huge and erect which he keeps hidden under his cloak.

No! There's something wrong!

He tries to clear his head, to think clearly but he cannot. All he can do is stare hungrily at the woman before him.

Then there is movement around him as men, the older men in the village, get up and rapidly undress. Standing before her, they exhibit their arousal to the woman, as if offering themselves to her.

NO! He wants her!

He feels the blood in his veins starting to boil, his mind blinded with jealousy. He so desperately wants to kill these rivals and take their place...
 
I saw the burning lust in his eyes, and his arousal to match it. I stopped momentarily, to walk over and place my palm gently on his chest. The elders were only there to watch. It was going to be our dance, and only ours.
 
He watches, spellbound, as she comes over, her full hips swaying. Placing her hand on his chest, she motions him to get up.

He does so eagerly...
 
Gently guiding his hands to my body, I wanted him to explore me, the way I had already done so. Even without his knowledge. I almost chuckled to myself at that thought, but the passion in the air brought me back to reality.

His rough hands against my smooth skin. And then against that clothing that was all that separated him from my breasts. If I hadn't mentioned this, the power of women more or less depended on the size of their chest. Tribal rules.

The drum beats almost matches my heartrate, and it slowly fades into the background as our breathing becomes heavier and more audible. We did not speak the same tongue, but right here we had the same language. We both knew how much we wanted one another.
 
They stand there, his hands running over her body. Paying particular attention to her heavy cladded breasts.

He finds his breathing laboured, his body almost bursting with desire. His erection showing itself by tenting the robe in front of him.

Then the drums suddenly stops.

The dark woman steps back as two tribesmen come out of nowhere and quickly rips his robe of him, revealing his naked body...
 
My eyes immediately go to where it matters most, his crotch. He was visibly aroused, and sometimes I do regret that women do not give away their signs of arousal as easily.

I recalled the time when I first did this in front of the tribe, when I was still immature and not developed. Still it was a memorable evening, and one that set me on my path to discovery, one that I do gladly take.

Reaching out once more to close the distance between us, the contrast of our skins were not stark due to the lack of light, on the contrary I seemed to shine in the dark, like bronze.

Our lips meet once more, this time as I unmistakably feel his manhood pressed into my stomach.
 
He feels her thick lips on his as he kisses her hungrily. He finds her responding as he runs his hands over her.

He goes to undo her robes when she suddenly pulls back and steps away.

The two tribesmen who had stripped him now approaches her...
 
Their rough hands slide along my bare shoulders, as I could feel their lustful eyes burning into my skin. They too wanted to see my naked form, to remember the past.

But, it was going to remain as the past. Now was now, and this white man was the object of my desires.

My robe slips off quickly, as I feel grunts on either side of me, and the night wind blowing against me......
 
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