Tawny was growling, like a big cat. Gina felt almost as though she was an animal, with another animal, sexy and raw. The release radiating out of her slit made her flush, and she realized she was sticky with sweat, Tawny's saliva, and something else down on her hand. Oh yeah, blood. She felt contraction in the pussy she was inside, and that added a nice edge to her climax. Tawny was still growling into her mouth.

Amazing. They had come off together, even though Gina was certain that Tawny had never made it with a woman before. Not only was this a strong, primitive woman, but her sexuality was free and uninhibited. As her mind cleared, she tried to examine the evidence she had, trying to deduce a scenario for this girl's life. But then she saw Tawny above her, staring in her eyes. "Cumming?"

Gina smiled. "Yes darling, a great cum." Then she realized that what little language she had was a little girl's. The whole language of sex would be unknown. "You cum?" she asked. Tawny was concentrating, but got it, and nodded vigorously. "Tawny cum." They rolled apart, hands resting on each other's pubic bones, staring at the now bright stars. It was a wonderful, luxuriant moment, the cool night air caressing their hot skin, the moonlight washing over their different but gorgeous bodies. Gina pulled her hand away and licked her fingers, tasting the familiar female juice, but also the tart blood, not too much.

Reality slowly returned, and Gina thought, what now. And she felt hunger. But Tawny seemed to have no doubts, no questions. She rose and waded into the water, and Gina followed her. They washed themselves and each other. When Gina giggled occasionally with their caresses, Tawny would give her that curious stare, then let loose a similar sound. Gina signaled her hunger by moving her hand to her mouth. "Food. Eat." She was about to try to communicate that she had to leave to go to the boat when Tawny took her hand, and dragged her out of the river.

Tawny pulled her skins back on, stuffing the crotch with leaves from a pile stowed in the brush. Gina dipped her thong panties and bra in the water, wrung them out, and slipped them back on wet. The temperature was just right for the wet underthings to feel good. Tawny stared with interest at them, then turned and strode up to the clearing. She used a knife to cut a couple of slices from the smoking loin baking in the little stone cairn, and offered a piece to Gina. Gina took it and tore at it. It was tough but tasty, though a little gamey.

As Tawny ate, she would occasionally take a bite of a big fruit that looked like an overgrown plum. Gina tried the same thing, and it combined with the taste of the meat to provide a wonderful, different taste. Me Jane, she thought. They ate in silence. Gina was starting to feel tired, the excitement and tension, the incredible sex, the swimming, all catching up with her. What about Evan, she thought. Well, he wouldn't leave without her, and when he saw her new friend, she was sure he would realize what a novelty this all was. Time to play her trump card, she supposed. He'd do anything to fuck her.

They slept cuddled together on the big skin, uncovered. Tawny hugged to Gina's back, and they lay like spoons. The jungle girl fell asleep almost immediately, and Gina heard her whisper "Mommy, Mommy" as they both drifted off.

Chapter Two

Gina awoke the next morning alone. It was already light, but had to be early, judging by the cool air. She looked around for Tawny, then saw her swimming out in the river, obviously looking at the boat. She sat up, and reached for one of the fruits. As she took a juicy bite, she realized she felt terrific. Her skin was tingling, she felt rested in a way she couldn't remember, and the jungle sounds starting to greet the day were like music. Mmmm, going native wasn't so bad, she thought.

She walked down, stripped, and jumped in the river, but didn't swim far. Tawny saw her, and started back. By the time she got to the shore, Gina was hunkered down studying her reflection in a still eddy of trapped water. Her hair was a mess, but the slight wave made it halo her face, and it had a certain raw look that wasn't bad. All her makeup was gone, but the glow in her skin made for a different, but pleasant effect. She smiled at Tawny, and then said "We talk."

The girl got that concentrating stare on her face, and they worked on language for the next hour, as the sun climbed higher, and the temperature rose. Finally, Gina tried to tell her she had to go back to the boat. "I go boat." She pointed out to the upriver spot. Tawny repeated "Boat." Without hesitation, she rose and headed back for the water, and Gina shrugged, happy it wasn't harder to communicate, and followed. They stripped and began swimming, and Gina started a fairly efficient Australian crawl, which allowed her to go faster than Tawny.

When she got to the boat ladder at the stern, she looked back and saw Tawny splashing toward her, trying to imitate her. She was fifty yards away, and by the time she got to the boat, she had it almost right, and was smiling when she grabbed the same rung Gina was gripping. Gina realized she must be very bright and athletic, because she picked physical things up so quickly. Gina led the way up, and quietly walked to the door into the cabin. When they got there, Evan was lying on his bunk, snoring loudly, buck naked, with a tremendous hardon. He must have gotten drunk last night. Figures. Tried to drown his worry about her.

She hadn’t seen his cock before. Her stomach did a little jump, for it was a good nine inches in its fully aroused glory. Nice and thick, too, she thought greedily. Maybe if she’d realized he was that well hung sooner.... Ah well, there was time yet.

Behind her, Tawny sucked in a breath. Gina looked back to see the eyes big and bright. She was staring at the naked man. A cock was new to her. Tiptoeing down to the drawers where her clothes were stored, Gina grabbed two bikini's from the top. Then she pushed Tawny back on deck and handed a black one to her, keeping the floral print for herself. As they dressed, Tawny was looking at everything, taking it all in. Gina slathered her lotion for bugs all over her skin. Tawny bent to smell it, and wrinkled her nose. "For bugs." Tawny looked confused, and Gina pointed to a big dragonfly.

Tawny pointed into the cabin, and asked "Name?" "Evan." "Human?" "Man." Confusion. Gina hunkered down and drew a stick figure with tits in the water their bodies were dripping.. Then she drew one with a prick hanging between its legs. "Woman. Man." Realization dawned. The girl used her finger to draw an animal, then another with a cock sticking out of its lower belly. She pointed to the one with the cock, and stared at Gina. Concentrating, she answered "Male." Pointing to the other, she said "Female."

Tawny jumped up and almost ran to the cabin door, staring at Evan's erect member. Something had clicked in her mind, thought Gina. She stared for a few moments then came back, still standing. She signalled with her hand at her crotch, and moved it in imitation of fucking. Gina nodded, mimicing the gesture. "Fuck. Cum." Tawny stared at her. Then she hunkered down and again drew the animal, but bigger, with more detail. And as a final touch, she added stripes. It was clearly a tiger.

Boom. The facts fell into place. Raised by tigers from a young age, after surviving either a safari, or more likely a plane crash. And migod she fucked them. Gina felt a flush shoot from her pussy. Tawny was flicking her eyes toward the cabin, licking her lips. And she wanted to fuck a man. Gina wiped her damp forehead. What would it be like, those huge furry creatures fucking you. Her pussy was creaming.

They both heard a groan. Gina realized she hadn't dealt with Tawny's period. Shit. She ran down and pulled a tampax out of her cosmetic kit, just as Evan bolted into the bathroom. They both heard his stream as she helped Tawny insert the tube inside her vagina. She had been feeling like she was making progress in communicating, but as she fussed with the bathing suit, she realized she had to be careful. There was all kinds of cultural crap missing here, and a lot of blanks. Evan would be no help.

But she turned out to have underestimated him. When he finally started waking up, and had some coffee, she went over what she had learned, leaving out only the lesbian sex. His mind seemed to grasp things quickly, and they spent an hour talking. Even in that time, as Tawny listened to their conversation, her language got better. But her eyes never left Evan, and they were hungry. He noticed, Gina noticed, and their eyes met. Finally, he brought the matter to the surface.

"She's on the rag, huh." "Delicately put, Evan. But yes, it's her time. I think this is the second day. You have at least two before you can take advantage of her." "Hey babe. You see that look in her eyes? Think about what her life has been like. She was probably adopted by the female leader of the pride, and that's the mother she said was dying. But if she's been living with them, she must have had, um, an active sex life. Screw one, screw em all. And she could care less about our prohibitions. She's young, horny, and curious." He stopped.

"Look, Gina. She has no idea about getting pregnant, right. The way she's looking at me, I think she enjoys sex." He caught the look in her eye. "Oh. I see. Well then, you know she does. The question is, how do we introduce her, what do we do then, and how can we do this without my pissing you off forever. Look, are you gay, or just bi. It makes a difference here." He took a breath. "And it makes a difference to me."

Gina felt a little twinge of affection for him. He was bright, got into this thing quickly, but was trying to formulate a plan. Just like a man, but maybe it made sense. "Look, Evan. I like you okay, but the macho man shit pissed me off. Maybe we have a future. I was going to let you have your way with me eventually, so we could do another trip. You settled down after a while." She concentrated. "It was one of those surprise things last night. She was shook when the language thing came back to her, and she wanted affection and cuddling. One thing led to another. But girls aren't my main thing."

Evan's mind was in overdrive. He had gotten more and more worried the night before, but was scared to death to go over to the shore at night. Feeling hopeless, he had drunk himself to sleep. That took a while, and his mind concocted weird scenarios after a while, until he became convinced he had lost the love of his life. When he had come on deck to find not just one but two knockouts in skimpy bikinis waiting for him, he felt a perverse frustration that he and Gina were no longer alone. No matter how gorgeous the big blonde was.

And she was big. Damn near as tall as he was, and built like some fantasy. But she was so powerful looking, such a contrast to the voluptuous and feminine Gina. And big. And challenging looking, even as he felt her eyeing him with clear sexual intent. He hardly had time to think before Gina laid it out for him, and he asked a couple of questions to satisfy himself she wasn't leaping to conclusions. She was obviously protective of the girl, and he noticed the intimacy as they sat together. Tawny's halting but improving speech sold the case for some sort of shipwrecked maiden. It was a completely unique situation.

But certain things were clear. He was going to get to fuck both of them. Gina needed help, a partnership, and it drew them closer. The thing was a minefield, and he had to be careful, because Gina would never forgive him if he tried to exploit the jungle girl, and he could imagine becoming the poster boy for male chauvinism. But she was truly unique, and there had to be a way to get some advantage.

"You know what they say about opening a can of worms, Gina? You can't get the can closed. I'm just a dumb ass corporate lawyer, but I was in therapy for five years, and if nothing else, I think I'm good at empathizing. I have the feeling this one is looking to find out what she's been missing. If you and I don't show her, she'll find someone who will. She's lucky she didn't hit on somebody really mean." Gina was like so many people. She had broken free of a lot of the restrictions of society, but didn't think anyone else could, or did. "Here are some givens. We have to try to satisfy her about sex, and teach her about getting pregnant, or maybe get her the pill. We have to figure out how to show her the world out there without destroying her, or worse, making her a freak. Neither one of us has the money to spend our lives here in the jungle, making nice with her."

"There's no U fucking N organization for sex starved jungle girls." It was getting hot. He could see Gina sweating, but Tawny was listening, avidly soaking up whatever she got from their conversation. "And we don't really know what she's thinking. Or what she wants. Or what she'll want next week, or next year. Or what's good for her, and if they're the same thing." Shit it was hot. He slapped at a gnat or something. Tawny giggled.

Gina spoke up after some thought. "Maybe we can show her some of society. While we try to get better at communicating. You know, the food, listen to the radio, some music, that kind of thing. But stay here. The genie's still not totally out of the bottle as long as she's still here. I gotta tell you, I never felt better than when I woke up this morning after eating mystery meat and fruit last night, and sleeping on a smelly skin, cuddled by a primitive teen." She rose, and turned toward the shore. "I'll go get the dinghy. You can bring the battery and the radio, and some food in. I'm going to sleep in her camp. You suit yourself." She turned and grinned with an evil glint in her eye. "But the pussy's gonna be on the beach. Better put some of the bug stuff on."

He watched them swim toward the shore, Tawny going faster than Gina, then slowing down so they stayed together. The girl had thrown off the bikini, and pulled a tampax out of her in quick movements before she jumped in. His glimpse of her body had made his cock pulse. He could see her bare ass as she splashed athletically through the water. Strange, crazy thoughts were flashing through his mind. Carnival side shows. Sociological research. Two thou a night in Jakarta. Gina couldn't seem to help playing with his mind. He laughed out loud. It was a kick.

Tania knew Gina and Evan were talking about her, but couldn't think of anything but what that funny looking cock would feel like. It wasn't pink and moist, or curved. It wasn't pointed. It wasn't thicker at the bottom than at the top. It was longer than even Biggest. She wished her bleeding would stop. She had regretted leaving the boat and Evan. When she realized Gina was going to get the little boat, she stopped swimming and gasped "Gina. I go place."

"Uh, you go to camp?" Tania had noticed that when she wanted an answer, Gina ended with a higher tone of voice. But Evan didn't. Maybe men and women talked differently. "Yes. Tawny go camp." She turned and swam along shore, downstream, enjoying the new way that was so much faster. She got to her place quckly, and put her garments back on, welcoming their familiar feel. She hadn't liked the thing Gina put in her, though it worked well. The black cloth had been nice, though. As she slipped into the jungle to see if there were any threats around, taking her knife, she kept thinking of that big, unusual cock. Evan.

She found dog footprints, but only a couple. Tracking them back, she marked her territory with urine. That scared dogs away, though sometimes it attracted bigger animals, like panthers. But she had confronted them before, and they always ran. Her strange smell and size when she stood erect did it.