by
D. Tobereal
"Deb, you promised you'd behave yourself...are you going back on your word?"

{How can she ask me that question?}, I think to myself. Then I respond, "Princess, I did NOT take this expensive ass trip with YOU just to behave myself!..Get real!...We're over here in freakin Africa. If you'd just be honest with yourself and admit what you're really feeling, we can stop all this silliness."

"I am being honest Deb, right now the only thing I'm feeling is a need to see this place....you know, the animals, trees...the jungle!" Despite my pleas, we head out to catch up with others taking the tour and by noon we're well on our way to visit an African jungle. Princess is diggin the whole thing and I'm plotting how I'm going to persuade her to let me (her special friend) get inside of HER jungle. The bus stops to let everyone off and in less than 15 minutes, we somehow manage to get separated from the rest of the group. Ironically, neither one of us is overly concerned with the possibility of not finding our way back. We were told that animals dwelling in this part of the jungle are "somewhat" less threatening than in other parts and Princess simply can't resist the urge to explore this picturesque kingdom. Her sense of adventure kicks into high gear, dragging me along with her. The jungle is majestic, mysterious and primitive.

As we're walking, I began to feel that someone or something is watching us. I caution princess to "slow down" and keep her eyes open for danger. The look on my face tells her that I'm serious, she agrees not to go too much further. Thirty minutes has passed since we ventured out on our own. The sun beating down on us speeds up the decision to get back to the bus. However, before we take two steps, Princess sees something laying in the clearing off to our right...she whispers.."Oh my goodness Deb look!...a leopard." My response is one of panic "okay I've seen enough!...it IS an awesome sight but I think we should go back NOW!" Then out of nowhere, it appears...another leopard! He leaps out of a tree and makes haste for the other leopard, which we assume is a female.

Ignoring us completely, that big cat is preoccupied with one thing...getting his primal groove on with lady leopard.....and in less than a minute he's positioned himself to ride her backend. Princess is fixated on the sexual activities of these great cats and watching those animals go at it arouses something primal in both of us. I decide to ease up on princess, giving her a kiss on her left cheek. She doesn't jump or move away, she stands there continuing to watch the cats and asks "Deb, what are you doing?....you promised." I reply softly in her ear, "yes my dear but I've changed my mind." I expect her to snap out on me, and then stomp back to civilization declaring "I'm through with gay women, you studs are just like men...one thing on the brain" But, she never takes her eyes away from the cats nor does she let loose her wrath on me. Those leopards are engaged in some serious knocking boots and I notice a subtle change in princess's mood. With those sunburst colored eyes, she's got the look of a cat and even the cats recognize.

Africa is hot and humid and perspiring is as natural as breathing. Our clothes are beginning to cling to our bodies,  revealing more than we want them to. Princess refuses to wear a bra during her stay because of the heat andh er breasts are so well shaped that it hardly matters.  Playfully I began tugging at her shirt which is nothing more than a lightweight cotton shell. She pretends to fight me off then runs deeper into the jungle. Naturally I chase after her and the animals began to stir. It's impossible to escape the heat and the short sprint has left both of us winded and thirsty. Cool water from our canteens gives instant relief. We drink some before sprinkling a few drops on our faces. My eyes are glued to her nipples which have perked up as a result of cool water running down her shirt.

Warm sap from the tree we're resting under drips on us and the mood becomes??? I walk over to her and with my tongue I began licking the sap from her shoulders and arms. Staring into my eyes, I feel her breathing rate change. She tries to protest "Deb you..." but I place one of my fingers to her lips and motion "shhhhh.... princess pleazz, let me do this." We're not aware that other leopards have gathered closer but they keep a safe distance....and at this moment I couldn't care less. More sap drips on our bodies and the sun will not let up. I take her hand and kiss her fingers, letting my tongue glide along her fingertips. She embraces me, I take hold of her hair with one hand and we began kissing. She stops abruptly, has second thoughts and tries to break away.."Deb stop!" She turns to run and we both stumble over a rather large rock directly behind her. She lands on her stomach in lush yellow/green grass and I land on top of her.

Without giving her anymore time to think about it, I kiss her again. Since I'm on top, I grind against her fresh tail like it already belongs to me while sliding my tongue along her ears and neck. Our sandals fall off with no help from us. Princess doesn't really want to run, she wants me to break my promise and I'm more than happy to oblige. I lift up her shirt from the back and began kissing her, from her shoulders to her hips. When I get to her waistline, I slide her pants down just far enough for me to kiss and lick the top of her buttocks. I'm momentarily distracted by two more leopards doing their primal thing over to our left. I instruct princess to "look!....... we're all feeling it!" Grabbing both sides of her shorts, I proceed to gently pull them off of her and she helps. Then I remove my own clothes and her shirt. I want to feel the friction of flesh against flesh, bodyheat against bodyheat.  

Viewing her luscious rear end in my face makes my mouth water. Warmer sap drips and I keep licking her. The crease between her buttcheeks invites me to "come hither" and as my tongue gets closer to that area, I picture the cats....this is more than personal, IT'S PRIMAL! Princess is one of the cleanest women I know, often bathing 3 or 4 time a day. Thus, I do not hesitate to drive my tongue directly into the shaft of her anus... "sssSSSS...aaaAAAHHH!!!," she moans, and  pulls up a handful of grass in each hand. My tongue drills her tail until she's moved to rise on all fours (hands and knees). The leopards purr and draw closer. Soft black hairs line the interior of her erogenous zone and every part of her has me "feinin" to touch and taste it all.

The tree sap is now comfortably hot causing Princess to quiver with each drop. Perspiration mingled with sap gives our bodies a hot oil look and feel...It's most pleasing to the eye. I give one last tongue drilling to her anus...she gyrates to my strokes, achieving a grand climax. The cats become excited, their purring is louder. We must take IT to the next level before we're overcome by the heat from the sun. Laying on my back, I place my body directly underneath her. Pulling her breasts into my mouth, I gently naw at her hard nipples. She is tantalizing and her nature, as primitive as that of the leopards. Her movements steady, she expresses her delight with what she is feeling as I do that thing I do so well....."sssSSS.....aaaAAAHH!!..... ssSSS....aaaAAAHH!!... reoOOOW!" The big cats understand her language and they began to make sounds similar to hers as if communicating "WE ARE ONE!"

Hot sap dripping, leopards purring, the sun beating down on us, while we love the h*ll out of each other, naked, in an African jungle....what more can a softstud ask for? NOTHING!!! except....to take "IT" to the next level. This is our mating dance ...her breasts and my tongue, her "sally" and my tongue. My tongue commands, "bring it on" and bring it on, she does. I grab hold of her nipples, with my mouth and suck while repeatedly thrusting my index fingers in and out of her vagina. She screams for mercy...."aaaAAHH...YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME DEBBIE!....ssSSS YOU CAN'T DO THIS!...sssSSSS...aaaAAAHH!!" The cats are pacing back and forth, their purrs are getting louder.

The size of her zone tells me she's going to explode in a minute so I move in to capture my prize. Capturing the heart and mind of a a human female "Cat" is no easy task especially when she proclaims herself to be "straight." The weapon I use and how I use it will determine the outcome. Still laying on my back, I position my head between her thighs and with a hand on either side of her hips, I pull her zone right into my mouth. Her moves are as primitive as the cats. We seduce each other with unbridled passion. Overtaken by the power of the jungle, an explosive orgasm builds. I suck and tongue stroke, tongue stroke and suck, suck and tongue stroke..."IT'S YOURS BABY...TAKE IT"..{she leans her head back and closes her eyes} "PLEAZZZ.... TAKE IT"...{hot sap drips onto her nipples}...."OOH YESSSS....TAKE IT BABY".... {drops are hitting her nipples}...."IT'S YOURS BABY".....{drip, drip, drip}...IT'S YOURS BABY!!!" {her nipples and her sally throb with desire}..."IT'S YOURSSSS!!.....aaAAAHH!!....aaaAAAAHH!!...REOOOOOWW!!!!" SHE EXPLODES AND THE LEOPARDS TAKE TO THE TREES!!!

"So what do you think of my story Bob?, I ask. Bobby is childhood friend who's been with me through thick and thin...he's also gay...."You mean the one you just finished readin to me?"he asks...."YES BOB!," I reply...."What's the title again?" he asks..."The Jungle," I reply......"When did you write it?" he asks...."Yesterday" I reply....."Well Debbie, I think it's hot, but will other women want to read a fictional erotic jungle story?"......We ponder the question for a moment before looking at each other and then simultaneously say....."PROBABLY NOT!! (*wink*)

The End . . .perhaps


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