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    After four days, he tried to get her to go back, but she said it would only take one extra day to finish the trip all along the river, and besides she still hadn't seen any tigers. As he dropped the anchor, she hopped in the dinghy, and started for the land. She didn't even ask him if he wanted to go. Oh well, he thought, it would be dark soon, and she'd come back. He knew he was in a bad mood. She was actually kind of fun to be with, and he did like her enjoyment of the quiet nights, the new discoveries she kept bringing back in plastic bags, and her good natured kidding.

    He had to admit the whole thing had been a lark, and he had misled her about his knowledge of the jungle. The big cruiser, borrowed from a friend, was so well equipped he figured he couldn't get in trouble. She had turned out to know more about navigating the river than he did, and thank goodness. He had almost run aground the first day. It was hard to play White Hunter out here, especially when she knew better. He was slowly giving up thinking he could easily take advantage of her, and trying to turn on the charm.

    Gina was having a great time. The jungle was fantastic, and Evan was easier to control than she had feared. It helped that he was so inept. Her plan was to make the last couple of days memorable for him, letting him enjoy her body so he might bring her back. When he wasn't grumpy, he was good company, and his bravado was slowly slipping away. As she tied the boat to a tree, her mind wandered to all the things she had seen. But where were the tigers?

    They were in the right place now. She knew they could make it to Rahway in one day, but she wanted to spend as much time as there was left here, looking for sign of the magnificent beasts she had dreamed of since she was a little girl. She intended to wander down side streams the next couple of days, hoping to see some sign of the Prince of big cats. The slightly less dense forest here was perfect for them, she knew, and the trick was finding them. She wished she knew more about tracking, but that hadn't been part of her education. With the least hint of them, she knew she could get him to stay, as long as she dropped her drawers for him, and truthfully she wouldn't mind letting him do her.

    She was working her way to higher ground, a hill she had seen from the last bend. Might be able to see something from there, she thought. Her white blouse and light tan pants were good protection against the bugs, and the scrape of vines as she struggled upwards. Suddenly she smelled cooking. She froze in shock. Looking back to see if Evan was already making dinner, she saw he was swimming, and no smoke.

    Gina tried to sense where the smell was coming from. By walking a little further, and losing the scent, she realized that the breeze was carrying it from over the hill she was climbing, still downriver, but away from the boat. She headed that way, trying to make as little noise as she could. Her stomach tingled. A sense of danger she hadn't felt before filled her, but as she thought about it, what could it be but natives, though there were not supposed to be any in this area. Maybe a safari or something.

    She had been bathing when She heard the boat. The first day was always the heaviest bleeding, and since She didn't have to worry about food, took several swims, enjoying the refreshed feeling she got. She washed her garments too. She imitated the frogs in the water, because that was much faster than the paddle the tigers used. The throaty sound of the engine around the bend surprised her, but not too much. Other boats occasionally came by, always making that sort of sound.

    But then it stopped, as she had gotten under an overhanging branch so she couldn't be seen. Her stomach lurched when she realized her meat was burning, and might lead a human to her place. But as she got out of the water and dressed, carefully filling the loincloth with wispy leaves to soak up the blood, she felt more curious than fearful. Her discovery of new thrills with Bigger had shaken her confidence that this was the best life there was. Some of the humans on the boats had been lighter skinned like her, and she was sure there were new things to learn. Plus, the mother was dying, and her sense of unease had intensified with that realization.

    Then she heard the little putt putt of a small boat, and that was new. A human must be coming. She could tell it was to this bank of the river. She slid into the jungle to stalk the interloper. She found the human over the hill, and saw her sniffing her fire. She studied the human carefully. It was female, with big chest pillows covered with smooth white material. But her hair was black as the stripe of a tiger. She walked clumsily but energetically through the forest, pushing plants out of the way instead of easing through.

    She was covered all the way down to her ankles, and had dark covering on her feet. Her skin was whiter than any She had ever seen. She wondered if the hair between her legs was black too. There was no weapon, nothing like the long dangerous things some of the others had carried. It seemed she was just curious. Circling around, She watched as the female got to her place. She just stood there and looked, not seeming to want to steal the meat. The female did pick up a piece of fruit from the pile near the long skin for sleeping.

    From the cover of brush, She growled a greeting. The human froze, and her fear was obvious in the quick change in her scent, which had been flowery, but suddenly was the sour odor of the water that came on skin that had no fur. Maybe she thought it was an animal. Better show myself, she thought. She crawled out and kept her head low, in a submissive posture, to show there was no threat.

    The smell of fear didn't go away. The human was staring, and her face was different than it had been when she was walking. She felt confusion, and decided to stand. Maybe that will make her feel better. When she did, the smell decreased, though it didn't go away. She just stood there and watched the white face carefully.

    Gina's mind was whirling. The girl was tall, maybe five ten, and fantastically built. Long curly blonde hair hung down over deeply tanned skin, and heavy pale eyebrows dominated a lovely face. The dominant impression of her body was lithe power, even though the long, slim legs and big tits would have been a turn on for any man. All she wore was skins, though they were artfully made to cover just her pussy and boobs. She noticed white fiber sticking out of the crotch of the loincloth. Could it be her time of the month?

    Finding her voice, she put her finger between her breasts and said "Gina." She sounded shaky, even to herself. The girl didn't react. She did it again. "Gina." The girl stared, then made a funny noise that sounded like "Huhhhmen." Gina tried to let her face show confusion. The girl made the same face, as though imitating. Then she pointed clumsily and made the same noise. "Huhhhmen." Oh, human.

    What is this, Gina wondered. No language. She pointed to herself again, and said "Yes, human. Gina." Still confusion on the feral face staring at her from the edge of the jungle. "Human. Gina." Then she pointed at the girl, and said "Human." She made a palms up sign she hoped said what's your name. The girl still looked confused.

    Wait. Stop. Think. Gina realized she was sweating like a pig. Relax. Sit down. She let herself sink to the ground, legs crossed. The tension in her body seemed to ease a bit. She took deep breaths. Think. The girl took two steps nearer, and clumsily sat down the same way. The act of doing it told Gina she wasn't used to that position, but the controlled strength as she imitated the sitting posture was amazing. Just for a moment, muscles flexed that looked truly impressive. Christ. A female Tarzan.

    Gina started tracing in the dirt. She drew several stick figures, and then waved her palm over all of them. "Human." Then she pointed to herself again and said "Gina." Then she pointed to the girl. The light dawned, realization showing in her face, but instead of saying anything, the girl seemed to go into a trance, as though remembering. It lasted for a couple of minutes. Be patient, Gina told herself. Then the girl pointed to herself and said "Tawny."

    Her mother had called her something. It had been so long since She had thought about it. Tawny. Tania. As though that was her. It had never been needed with the tigers. But with the two of them sitting here, there had to be a difference. So that was what the human wanted. She made a noise, pointing at herself. "Tawny. Name." Then she pointed to the other's chest mounds. "Gina. Name."

    She stared at Gina. It was funny. Suddenly, that was what the black haired female was. Gina. And her mind said "I am Tania." It was like the way she thought of Bigger, and Biggest, and the mother. And then a flood of memories came back, of making noises like this all the time, with Mommy, and Daddy, and Auntie. She started blurting. "Mommy. Daddy. Trip. Don't do that. Hold Mommy's hand. I have to go potty. Candy. Mommy, what's happening." The crash. The terror. She froze with her mouth open, about to scream.

    Gina watched in shock, and a sense of wonder, and horror. The words were clear, but sounded like a little girl. It was a high pitched voice. Panic showed in her eyes. Gina reached out her arms, and the girl almost collapsed into them, as they rolled to the ground. Tawny was holding tight to her, and started licking her face with a rough tongue. Her breathing was hard. They pulled together. Gina was very aware of the full breasts, and the pressure of strong muscles pressed to her. A musky, strong smell, but not sour or dirty. The lesbian encounters she liked indulging occasionally flooded back, but she just hugged the girl, feeling shaking tremors.

    They stayed like that for a while. Gina got over the shock, and realized night was falling. It would be hard to get back to the boat if there wasn't a moon, but her sense that this was a truly unique experience kept her from wanting to pull away. Finally, Tawny sat up again, and in the twilight, her tears were drying on her face. Wordlessly, she rose and headed down toward the river. Gina decided to follow her. Looking up, she saw there was indeed a moon.

    Tawny waded into the water. This spot was clearer water. The girl pulled off her top, and then the bottom, throwing the red stained, used leafs and fibrous stuff well out into the cloudier main stream. Gina admired Tawny's body, now unselfconsciously nude. The tits were amazing. Big and full, with very pale nipples, but not the slightest sag. They looked muscular, like the rest of her. She could just make out a big brown bush between her legs. The flat tummy had a narrow waist that swelled only a little to shapely, trim hips.

    The girl threw her garments to the bank, and began swimming with a breast stroke, moving amazingly fast. She was headed out toward the center, and upriver. Gina realized she was smelly and sweaty, and quickly shucked off her blouse. Tawny looked back, and stopped swimming. Gina felt intense eyes on her, and smiled. It was probably just curiosity, but it was fun to show off her own voluptuous curves.

    She languidly began stripping. The girl stroked back toward her, then stood watching, with those fantastic tits just above the surface. As Gina slipped the bra off, and her big titties rounded out, the look of avid curiosity increased. Her own nipples were big and dark red, and the girl stared at them. After getting out of her boots, she pulled the pants and thong panties down together. Her heavy thicket of black pubic hair, the firm stomach, with a little sexy roundness, and the nicely shaped legs always pleased her. Full hips with a saucy ass were the final touch for a body more opulent than slim. Looking up, the girl was wading ashore, her eyes locked on the trimmed rectangle of thick black hair above her slit. Tawny's pussy was showing now, and in the pale moonlight looked huge. A downy cloud of wispy tan hair in a big triangle went all the way under her, but puffy cuntlips showed in the outline of wet, matted fuzz.

    The girl knelt in front of her. Her hands started touching Gina's twat, feeling around the pubic bush, and then down under to the shaved lips. A finger tickled up to the clitty, and she let out a groan without thinking, surprised by the intimate touch. Tawny's head snapped up, staring at her face. The finger twitched again. Gina groaned with pleasure, and the girl groaned with her. She stood up, and began licking down at Gina's face, while her palm began rubbing the stiff button, and a finger went up inside her fuckhole.

    The fingers were knowledgable, and the pressure of their tits together was making Gina tingle. Yet this girl seemed entirely unfamiliar with language, as though she had been alone for god knew how long. But she seemed intensely curious about the black pussy she was stimulating, and familiar with what was needed to make it feel good. But the brunette couldn't think anymore. The fingers and hand were pushing firmly, in just the right spots, and she was coming to a boil fast.

    Gina's hand went down to Tawny's twat, imitating the caress she was receiving. They were both twitching inside their pussy’s, while their hand pushed at the other’s clit. Then she slipped another finger up inside the fresh damp hole to go with the first one, and heard a sharp little intake of breath. The hand in her crotch imitated that too, a second finger entering her, seeming to start moving faster with the excitement. The rough tongue was licking faster too. But Gina wasn't content with that. Tawny was sexy as hell, and no virgin. There was some kind of story here, but at this moment, all she wanted was to get off with this primitive creature. She reached up with her free hand, guided the girl's mouth to hers and pressed their lips together.

    At first, Tania was shocked by the feel of Gina's lips. But then, she felt the sensual stimulation of it, and pushed harder. After a while, she felt the lips parting, and a tongue entering her mouth. That felt even better, and she tried to do the same thing with her tongue. They dueled, back and forth, and it sent waves of pleasure down into Tania's body. Her tingling increased, and she started grinding her hips to the black haired girl's hand.

    Tania bent her legs, to get their faces on the same level, and make their mutual diddling easier. But Gina's legs were quivering, and she slipped to the ground. It was sand, and felt rough, but neither payed any attention, wrapped up in the joy of their rising desire. Having gotten the idea of kissing, Tania was pushing her lips hard, sucking and tonguing, while Gina frantically tried to teach her what to do through the haze of excitement blooming over her. She felt like this big amazon was raping her, she was so powerful and impulsively enthusiastic. It was going away the most fantastic sexual encounter she had ever had. Almost a zipless female fuck.

    Both women were starting to grunt. Tania felt the coming rush, and humped wildly, while she wiggled her hand furiously in the wet swamp of Gina's slit. Vaguely, she wondered if humans only did it with females. But her mind was soaring, and she growled with the oncoming pleasure. She could feel spasms in Gina's hole, and let herself go into a roaring completion that seemed sweeter because of everything new that was suddenly replacing her old life.

    Gina was writhing against the rough, wet skin goading her soft body. She felt a terrific cum approaching, as she floated on the intense plateau that came first. The lips pressing hungrily on her mouth were using more force than was normal, but the wildness and primitive setting made it perfect. "Ohhh god, cummming, cummmmmm, yes, yes." Her orgasm hit hard, making her hips fuck upwards jerkily, filling her with soaring euphoria. Her hand kept moving in the furry cunt of her new jungle lover, and she felt a flow of cream that she thought she could smell. It was a perfume she would always remember.


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