When she got back to the camp, Gina was washing her other clothes, still wearing the top and bottom from the boat. Tania hunkered down beside her, facing the jungle so any approach could be seen. She still had the knife. "Gina. Not like.." She signaled the act of putting the thing inside her. Gina didn't even look at her. "Yeah, it must have been a shock, Tawny." She was squeezing the water out of her other clothes. "Shock?" "Umm, surprise, new." Tania sighed. There was so much to learn.

Tania took another swim, relaxing in the cooling water. Her mind went methodically from one new thing to the next. When she had finished, she searched for the unease she had been feeling, but it was gone. Instead, there was excitement about unknown things that would happen, what she could learn, Evan doing her. "Fuck." That was what Gina called it. In her mind, the older woman was part lover, part mother, and part friend. When she got to shore, she leaned over and kissed Gina. She got a smile in return, but the brunette was concentrating on a stick she held with a string on the end. The other end was bobbing downriver. Humans were funny. She only had a couple of days before she would have to go back to the pride for more meat.

The sun was almost down when they heard the putt putt. Gina had caught two fish, and made Tawny put a thin rock on top of the fire to get hot. She had used Tawny's knife to gut the fish, stripping off just the meat. She had been marinating the filets in limes for an hour. She had looked at the foliage around the camp, but couldn't find either salad greens or potato like roots. Tawny looked dubious, but interested in the idea of eating the fish.

Evan was wearing a pair of swimming trunks, and a tee shirt. He had two bottles of wine, and left them in a shaded spot in the river. Both women had stripped off their tops, relaxing as they watched the sun go down. "Hey, whatcha doin." Gina laughed. "Watching the sunset, White Hunter. Bring anything else?" "Some cans, babe. I think the potatoes are bad." He was ogling the full titties of both. No doubt about it, the blonde's were amazing, but the softer flesh on Gina seemed sexier to him.

Gina saw the way Tawny stared at Evan, but they had talked about her period this afternoon. The girl seemed to realize men didn't like it, and that it could hurt her, when she was menstruating. But Evan's point that it was hard to know what was going on in Tawny's mind was getting clearer and clearer. The same thing kept happening. Gina would think she had gotten through, and Tawny would say something that made it clear she hadn't. But the girl never seemed to be in doubt. You couldn't tell her what to do. She acted unilaterally.

"Evan, I keep thinking I'm communicating, and then finding out I'm not. This isn't going to be easy. Why don't you try?" "I will babe, but it's probably harder for me than you. Let me try listening to your conversation. Why don't you tell her something you think she didn't get again. Oh, and I brought both sleeping bags. They're in the boat." Gina smiled at him, thinking he was being a pretty good sport. He smiled back.

She turned and started to speak to Tawny, then stopped. There was a funny look on the girl's face, as the eyes darted from Evan to her. It was curiosity, confusion, interest, and sadness. "What do you think is going through her mind right now." "God knows. Maybe she regrets not understanding." He paused, then whispered softly "Maybe she's jealous that I like you better." He bowed his head. "Or maybe it's just PMS starting early. Christ. We can't be too cautious. There isn't time."

Gina smiled at Evan's expression of preference for her, feeling a nice little surge of pleasure. He had that funny way of expressing his feelings, wry and self deprecating, even though he tried to be macho. She looked at Tawny, and the girl was smiling back at her, looking genuinely happy. Evan chuckled. "Well, so much for the jealousy theory. What's for dinner?"

He asked some very practical questions during the meal. Where is the pride. How many animals in it. How far did they range, and did they stay in the same area. Tawny knew numbers, but had trouble with time. "We move. Way back. After I come." "Maybe twelve years?" asked the man. "Years?" Evan tried to describe the cyclical movements of the sun, and then tried to get her to count the number of rainy seasons. Gina could see the light didn't go on. But the girl kept concentrating. He tried describing full moons, using his arms to portray the phases. That got through, but she hadn't kept track of how many.

She was excited about the new taste of the fish, and the wine. It had hit her hard. She giggled and clapped her hands. It was another little girl action. "Goody, goody." "See what I mean", Gina muttered. Evan smiled. "You're a little impatient, huh babe. Think of the shit she's had thrown at her in the last two days. I've been giving it a lot of thought. Consider this. Everyone learns sequentially, you, me, the whole world. One thing leads to another. But she has a big blank spot. We probably can't remember why we think what we do, and we can't get her there naturally. So when she sees something outside her experience, chances are it'll be impossible for us to understand how she processes it."

Tawny looked like she was falling asleep on her skin. He wiggled over to sit beside her, and kissed her cheek softly. Gina felt herself starting to melt. Her nipples stiffened. She felt his breath in her ear as he finished his thought. "Take sex. You and I see it as involving affection as well as orgasm. I don't know if that's really objectively right, but we come to it as received wisdom, no questions asked. She might feel sex is purely for fun. She doesn't know from pregnant, Herpes, AIDS, Syphillis. And she doesn't know about love."

Gina was melting. He was making sense, and showing careful thought, and yet expressing his feelings with less reserve than she had always expected of him. She was tingling, wanting him. It wasn't with the calculation of advantage she had been planning. It was something about the jungle, the remoteness, the sense of isolation. She turned her head to him, and felt his lips meet hers. They both sighed as their mouths pressed together.

It was as though the air had gone out of a balloon. The tension that had been between them for almost a week dissolved into want. They reclined to the canvas of the sleeping bag, as his hand began caressing her breast. She arched up to increase the pressure, and wrapped her arms around his waist. His body was fully against her bare skin. She grabbed the bottom of the tee shirt and pulled it over his head. Their eyes were locked together. Just before he lowered his head back to her, she breathed "Your charm worked, you son of a bitch. But so did that big cock this morning." He smiled as his lips found hers again.

Their tongues started touching through open mouths. The sound of the night seemed like a symphony as his expert hands wandered over her, pressing lightly but surely, on both tits, the nipples, then down her stomach to her groin. She groaned as his hand worked under the thong, and when his finger touched her clit gently, her hips jumped to his hand. His smooth chest was pressing her soft, tender boobs, and she felt wonderful anticipation, and surrender. She groaned into his mouth.

Gina reached for the waistband of the swimming trunks, both hands pushing it downwards. She got it far enough for his prick to jump out, already stiff. But he kept caressing her twat, two fingers inside now, palm rubbing over the top of her slit. He was hitting her g spot squarely, and she was giving herself to the flush of heat in her groin. But he wasn't hurrying. Her friends had told her he was a good lover, and they were right. He was rubbing her titties with his chest, and she felt him wriggling the trunks all the way off, then his big dong was wedged between his groin and her buttock. He pushed her thong down and off.

He kept kissing her, and she was running her hands over his back, cooing gutturally as the excitement rose. She rolled to him, feeling his prick poking at her groin. His hand began kneading her ass, pulling her into him. Oh it was nice, thought the keening brunette, edging her knee up over his hip, opening her pussy, feeling her cream start. They writhed together, the first thrill of mutual need washing through the chirping night. She realized he had shaved. Cocky bastard. But she felt a little happy flush that he cared that much.

His mouth left hers and started kissing down toward her tits. Gina was lucky that just short of thirty her breasts were still firm, and very sensitive. As he started sucking on one nipple, flicking at it with his soft tongue, she groaned throatily, enjoying this more than she had expected. It felt so intimate here in this jungle clearing, so primitive. "Evan, Evan, oooh yes."

He worked on both boobies for a while, feeling her intense response, rubbing with both his lips and hands, concentrating on the stiff nipples. He squeezed the full globes, and nibbled at the stiff tips. She arched crazily, getting into his love making. Her mind was roaring with passion, inflamed by the days of teasing. Somehow the problem of Tawny had brought them together in a rush, and as she felt him start toward her hips with his mouth, she groaned happily. Her legs spread open.

His hands were shaking on her tits as he surrounded her foaming slit with his mouth. To begin with, he just sucked, and she heard the little noises as the vacuum broke and opened. Then she felt his tongue. "Oh god, yes, do that, oh that feels good." It was touching her clitty, licking hard for a few strokes, then drawing down between the folds, tasting her juice. Tension was starting to build up as he languidly fed in her foaming cunt. He was enjoying it, she realized, as he went on and on.

Suddenly he raised his head. "Gina, that's the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. Or tasted." Then he dived back in, moaning now. He didn't have to say that, she thought. "Well then suck that thing, stud. Yeah, like that. Oh and you've got the, oooh, the clit. Ummmm." He was sucking on just the stiff little button, butterflying with his tongue. Her wiggling hips were trying to help him get at her. His hands were still over her tits, and she covered them, feeling the shaking of his excitement.

She vaguely found herself hoping his passion wasn't just an act. She was creaming and moaning, heating up vigorously. "Wait, wait baby. Let me suck that big cock." He twisted around so his hips were over her head, still feeding greedily in her wet slit. She felt his nose in her ass crack. But she sucked in his pulsing tool without hesitation. She could taste the pre cum at the little slit immediately. But he waited for her hands to grip his butt, and let her guide him into the recesses of her mouth.

She wanted to make him feel as good as he was making her feel. Her tongue laved over the head as it sunk into her. It had a nice clean taste. Then she took a deep breath through her nose, and let it slide down her throat. She got it all the way in, feeling his thick pubic hair and heavy ballsack at her nose. She pushed on his hips, and he raised them. She took another breath, and pulled him in again, harder this time. She heard him grunt with the pressure her throat exerted on the sensitive head of his tool. He pulled out again, without her push.

She felt him start to gently sink again, and there was spasmodic jumping of the rod between her lips. He's awfully excited, she thought. His cock started pulsing, and she felt the rhythm of his pistoning prick matching his licking in her foaming slit. "Ughhhhh," she moaned with ecstacy. Her mind was roaring with need. It was so good.

As though they were of one mind, he raised his head and murmured "Enough, babe?" She pushed his hips up, and whispered "Time to fuck, big boy." Then he was kneeling between her splayed legs, his mouth open, staring at her glistening pussy. His hand worked the head of his tool up and down her slit, as both watched the sexy contact of their genital areas. "Don't tease, Evan. C'mon, fill me up." "What a body, Gina. World class. Mmmmm." The head pushed between her labial folds, starting to open her.

His hands left the rigid rod, and he leaned toward her. Their eyes locked as he began slowly sinking into her vaginal cavity, wet and welcoming, and both were smiling lustily. She just lay there on her back, watching his handsome face, with it's look of triumph as he felt himself surrounded by her sopping flesh. He kept slowly leaning down until he was all the way in, then kissed her. First it was gentle, but she gasped as his boner punched her clit, and sucked hard on his mouth. He crushed their lips together, his tongue diving into her mouth, and the thing got wild in a rush of pent up desire.

The anticipation had made them both try to stretch this first experience out, but both seemed to lose conscious control. Her legs wrapped frantically around his thighs, locking behind him, and her hips began humping furiously up to his strokes. He was groaning and pulling all the way out, then pummeling back in, and she met each powerful thrust with mewling pleasure, even as their mouths seemed to try to consume the other's. It was mindless and animal, thrashing at the gnawing need for release both felt, humping their groins wildly. She twisted her clitty at every stroke, and he drove mercilessly into her, but his saliva and her juice made her hole frictionless, and she felt nothing but his fullness.

His big member pressed at every inch of her hot pussy, the lubrication making the fierce thrust of his driving rod smooth but filling. Each downward hump pushed forcefully at her clit, and the thrills here in the jungle seemed unlike any she had ever felt before. She was keening higher than she could remember, but still drove herself onward as his breathing got harder and harder .

It was mad and fantastic, hot and wild, incredibly passionate. They were soaring together in a different way than either was used to. The intensity lasted about five minutes, when his face pulled away, a look of panic in his expression. She saw it through haze filled eyes, feeling the incredible vibrating approach of climax. She grinned, urging "Go ahead, darling. Let it go, let it happen. I'm there, I'm ready." He held his face above her as his eyes closed, and she felt a furious thrust, and he froze.

Gina squealed as she felt his hot jism spurt into her, seeing relief spread over his face. Her own orgasm was blooming like a flood of sensation, tingling from her cunt upwards. Her tits were shaking and the tips were sending waves of completion out to match the release flowing over her, finally reaching the red haze in her mind. She closed her eyes as her shaking head went from side to side. He stroked again, and another shot filled her. It was leaking out into her ass now, spreading warmth, heightening the glorious, soaring feeling.

Her eyes opened, staring vacantly out at nothing. She felt him still stroking, slowly and gently, but nothing mattered except the shattering, mindless fulfillment that completely overpowered her. Jism was still dripping out. The waves kept on and on. She vaguely felt his lips again, but couldn't respond. She was groaning softly. She usually talked a lot when she came, but was senseless and dumb in this fantastic euphoria.

She almost cried as she felt the release start to wane. Regret showed, and he misinterpreted it. "Sorry babe, just couldn't hold off." She smiled, and in a small voice reassured him "I'm just sorry it's over, but that was absolutely the best, Evan. Wow." The hip temptress was gone, replaced by a fulfilled woman. "Wasn't it wild? I loved it." She used her legs to keep him locked to her, and he relaxed on top of her still flushed body. Suddenly they both heard another groan.

Tawny was rubbing her cunt under the leather thong, and Gina recognized her climax hitting. "God, she's been watching, Evan." He stared, and they both became aware of the odor of their own love making, and the jungle girl's. He chuckled in a strained, choking way. "I guess she just got her first lesson in human sex, babe. What must she think?"

She thought it was funny. As Tania had realized what they were doing, through the lassitude the meal and the wine had caused, she watched from her back. When Evan started sucking on Gina's chest, Tania started rubbing on her own. She understood how good it seemed to feel instantly. When they started sucking between their legs, she started gently rubbing her hard spot, and brought on the rush just as they were finishing.