Jungle Love

    "Are you sure this is the right way?" Dina asked for the
tenth time. The old man's directions seemed easy; follow the
river to the first big fork and turn left, follow that fork for
two days then turn south for one more day. The problem was, the
guide's idea of a big fork might not agree with the directions
given by the wrinkled old native in town. And the distance Dina
and her guide could travel in one day, might not be the same as
that traveled by the old man.
    "How the fuck should I know? I didn't know there would be so
many little streams and 210 larger ones. I don't know what he
meant by a "big" fork."
    "Maybe you should have asked, you conceited asshole."
    "Keep on talking, woman. See who's ass I save in a bind,
mine or yours."
    "I'll probably have to save yours, you stupid bastard. I
suggest we turn around and go back. We can get better
directions, if we ever find our boat again. I doubt that you
can."
    "Screw that, I'm not wasting a week of travel. We'll find
them if they're around here. Hell, it's your husband working out
here, didn't he tell you how to find him?"
    "No, he didn't want me to come."
    "Wow, I wonder why," the guide with no neck said as he
continued to cut his way through the jungle. Dina gave him the
finger, then plodded along behind him. She put her hand on her
pistol, wondering if she could find her way back alone. Then she
wondered if she should. She didn't know that a pair of eyes were
watching, less that fifteen feet away on the lower branches of a
tree. If she had, she would have been surprised to find it was a
woman.

    Jack Pine was her guide. It was an assumed name of course,
Herbert Bailer had change his name to Jack Pine because he
thought it sounded more woodsy. It didn't help him land more
jobs. Hell, most of his clients didn't even know his name. This
included Miss asshole with big tits. He had glimpsed those tits
occasionally, once while she was changing, and twice when the
rain turned her blouse transparent. They were perfect. With
that cute little ass, a little duct tape could make her a perfect
woman.
    Jack had gone out into the jungle three times, since meeting
her, just to jack off. With a picture of those huge firm tits in
his mind he grabbed his meat and rubbed it until the white cream
spurted from the end. He was unaware of the very young woman in
the tree only a few feet away, watching him grab his meat, while
she fingered her pussy under her black loincloth. The native
woman liked watching the man beat his meat, most native men did
it in private where the whole world couldn't watch. But the
white man didn't seem to care. Or maybe he couldn't see her.
But how could he miss a pretty young native girl with her
loincloth hiked up and her finger rotating in her juicy little
pussy? Maybe white people where just blind. When the man was
done and the girl finished her orgasm, she would slip out of the
tree and run over to where the man jacked off, sniffing the
ground where he left his seed.

    Nighttime was the worst time for Dina. She hated nights,
huddled in her small, one man tent which was nothing more than a
tarp stretched between two sticks. It kept some of the rain out,
but not the insects and larger pests. She slept badly, with her
eyes flying open at the slightest sound. And the Amazon had many
sounds at night, the primary feeding time for 80 percent of it's
inhabitants. Only birds and people slept at night.
    She was not going to ask Mister No-neck for comfort. His
idea of comfort was far different from hers. She would endure
the night sounds, the stealthy movement in the bushes, and
insects crawling across her face and up her nose.
    At times she even imagined she could hear human footsteps not
ten feet away in the bushes at her feet, but of course that was
impossible. Only her husbands party, and a few natives, dared
tread the jungle at night. The Amazon was extremely dangerous
for people who didn't know it's dangers. Her husband had worked
in such jungles for most of his 43 years. Her guide, well he
appeared to be new at this. He would probably not grow any
older, or her with him. Why had she chosen the stupid no-necked
bastard when she could have gone with a more reputable native
guide? He had looked so eager, so... young and handsome in the
bar. Yup, she had fallen for the hurt puppy look and fantasized
about a torrid love triangle of some sort. She had been so
stupid!
    Dina laid in her blanket and tried to visualize the jungle
they had tread over the past two days, not to mention the river
before that. There was no way she was going to find their boat,
but it was possible that if she turned East and traveled for
three day or less, she could find the big river again.
Eventually somebody would come along, it was heavily traveled.
    "Miss?"
    Dina screamed and grabbed for her pistol. After two failed
attempts she realized that the loud voice had been her guide.
    "What do you want?"
    "I think I heard footsteps in the bushes back there. I'm
going to check it out, I want you to keep that pistol handy while
I'm gone," he said, waving his pistol in her direction.
    "You're leaving me here alone?" Dina heard a desperate note
climbing into her voice.
    "Only for a minute. I'll be right back."
    Before she could answer he and his flashlight was gone. In
growing terror, she watched the light bobbing down the side of
her tent, and into the bushes at her feet. Clutching the gun she
started to get up, then decided to pretend she was asleep so he
wouldn't get the idea that she was scared. It was obviously a
ploy to scare her into his tent, he was not brave enough to go
into the bushes if he really thought there was somebody there.
He was probably taking a shit, or jacking off. She had that
effect on most guys.
    The light disappeared for several minutes then flashed in her
direction. Just as she began to worry, the light flashed briefly
again, farther away this time. She watched for several minutes,
then began to worry. Crawling out of her tent, she looked up and
the blinding stars in the cloudless sky. The jungle was so dark
around her, and every sound seemed to be getting closer. There
was no moon and daylight was 8 hours away. Brush cracked in one
direction, and the rush of running feet in leaves scared her
spitless. She turned the gun in that direction for several
minutes. Finally she lowered the shaking barrel when it was
obvious that the running footsteps had not been pursuing her.
How long until they would?
    She ran over to the remains of their fire and searched around
in the darkness for wood. She found a few small sticks and threw
them on the coals. Belatedly she remembered, their guide had the
only flashlight in camp. They had been traveling light so they
could travel faster, he had packed the only flashlight. Now the
dead fire was her only source of light in camp.
    She blew on the coals for what seemed to be hours, until the
flames lapped weakly against the small sticks. She looked around
in stark terror at the dark treetops encircling the little
clearing. She needed to get wood, but without light...
    "Oh Daniel, I think I'm fucked," Dina whispered to the jungle
night. Her eyes searched the jungle for some sign of light, but
there was only blackness. Then her eyes lit when she saw a
distant flash of bright light. It was much too bright to be her
guide's small light. Perhaps it was a helicopter, or a search
party sent by her husband. She started to cry out in joy, then
it flashed again. It was lightening. Rain was coming and when
it rained in the Amazon, there were no outdoor fires. But maybe,
just maybe, the larger animals might hide until the rain passed.
Her husband had mentioned something about that a year ago, just
some passing flippant remark. What had he said? Oh yeah, you
don't have to worry about the big animals when it rained, only
the snakes... Only the snakes hunted during an Amazon rain. But
which snakes, the common little deadly snakes or the huge snakes
that could eat a horse? She didn't want to know. Maybe she
could snakeproof her tent before it rained. If so, she might
survive until morning.
    Dina stumbled around in the dim light of the flames,
gathering what equipment she could find. Using the blanket from
her guide's tent and his canvas, she tried to make her own tent
snakeproof and watertight. She knew beyond a doubt that her
guide would never find his way back in time to use it and if he
did... well he could share her tent, but she would keep the
pistol handy. Actually, she would be so glad to see him she
might even let him feel her up or eat her out, which was probably
his motive for pulling such a stunt. She could use a good
eating, Daniel had been gone for several months. In fact, almost
a year of abstinence. No job was worth that. That's why she
disregarded his warning and decided to come down to the Amazon.
She needed sex.
    "Daniel, come and get me," she whispered as she watched the
tent around her. She had never been more afraid in her entire
life. "I'll never do something so stupid again," she promised.

    Dina sat up on her wadded blanket and listened to the little
stream rushing through the middle of her tent. She tried not to
touch the canvas with her back, because the canvas would soak her
instantly. She had actually slept for almost an hour before the
rains came. Now she just wanted to survive. Sleep was out of
the question. She lowered her face into her knees and shook.
She never thought she would ever get cold in the Amazon, but her
wet clothing and the coolness of the storm had her cold clear
through her body. The roar of wind was confined to the treetops
around her. Luckily, it didn't reach down into the clearing,
otherwise it would have ripped her little tent to pieces. But
that didn't stop the trees from falling around her. If a tree
fell on her tent... well she would never know what hit her.
There were worse ways to die in the neighborhood.

    With bloodshot eyes Dina pulled the blanket off the front of
her tent and looked at the steaming jungle around her. It was
dawn and the rains had finally stopped, leaving a wet, foggy mass
of unrecognizable greenness in it's wake. She saw two downed
trees from where she sat. A fire was out of the question, there
was nothing dry enough to burn in the area, including her small
pack. She would wait for the sun to dry the jungle before she
went in search of wood. She needed to cook food, then decide how
to face the day alone. She knew beyond a doubt that her guide
would never return. He had either been eaten by a large animal,
or he found his way out. After leaving her stranded and alone,
she hoped he had been eaten.
    Dina opened her one book, "Gable's End" and waited for the
sun to dry it's pages so she could use it to start a fire later.
She felt absolutely helpless.

    Gougo watched the strange woman sitting in front of her tent.
Gougo's eyes wandered around in the nearby jungle, looking for
the strange woman's man, but there was no sign of him. The
jungle must have gotten him. It wasn't surprising, considering
how stupid the white people were. They made stupid little
blanket shelters down on the ground where the night hunters went,
rather than using the sturdy branches around them to make a real
shelter, and using the blankets for a hammock so they could sleep
off the ground in safety. The white woman did not even have a
cooking fire going and the morning was half over. No wonder
white people traveled so slowly, they were stupid and lazy.
Gougo felt like dropping out of the tree and starting a cooking
fire for the lazy woman, but she knew what the metal object was
that the white lady held in her lap. She had seen guns used
before, the long and short ones. As long as the white woman held
the gun in her lap, Gougo would not help her.
    The white woman stood and looked around. Gougo slid back
into the leaves and froze, making it impossible for somebody as
stupid as the white woman to see her. White people seemed to be
blind in the jungle. The white woman went to the back of her
tent and squatted on the ground. Gougo knew what she was doing,
it was one thing they had in common. Then a movement drew
Gougo's eyes to the bushes behind the stupid white woman. It
took only a moment to identify the boar, then three more followed
it, rooting in the bushes for tubers, perhaps a few of the black
mushrooms that the pigs liked so well. Gougo knew the woman
would be attacked. She sat on the tree limb undecided until she
heard the woman scream and try to run. With a growl of disgust,
Gougo dropped from the tree and poised, waiting for the stupid
woman to get out of the way so she could make her throw. It took
only a second for the crazed woman to dodge screaming into the
brush where the rest of the pigs ate. Gougo sighted down her arm
and threw. The spear went into the pig's chest and it dropped
instantly. Screams and gunshots rang out in the bushes. Gougo
pulled her knife and ran into the bushes. She came upon a boar
ripping into the woman's leg. With a cry, Gougo straddled the
boar and thrust downward with her knife. The pig squealed and
fell over, kicking.
    Gougo pulled her knife out of the boar and swung around. The
bushes were empty. She knelt over the whimpering white woman and
looked at the gash in her leg. It was serious, pulsating blood
poured out of the six inch long gash. It was dark blood, the bad
kind. Gougo lifted her skin loincloth and squatted over the
woman's leg. Before the woman could stop her Gougo pee'd on the
open wound, sterilizing it in the only way open to her. If she
could speak the white woman's language, the woman could have told
her there was a first aid kit in camp. But she couldn't.
    Dina screamed and pulled her leg away. She started to wipe
the pee off her leg, but the woman growled and pulled her hand
away. In a moment the woman tore her puma skin into shreds and
used a strip for a tourniquet. She twisted a stick to keep the
tourniquet tight, then placed Dina's hand on the stick to hold it
in place. When she was sure that Dina would hold the stick,
Gougo disappeared into the jungle.
    Dina lay whimpering, alone, waiting to die. The strange
woman tried to help, but what good was help if she would lose her
leg. She was thirty miles or more from the nearest town. A one
legged woman could never make it. In a moment Dina sniffed the
air in amazement, sure she could smell smoke and cooking meat.
Her savior returned in a moment with a crude wooden stretcher.
The native woman grabbed Dina under the arms and lifted her onto
the stretcher, then began dragging her through the brush. They
arrived in her camp in just a few minutes. Dina found a pig
roasting and a pot of water sitting on the fire.

    Grunting incoherently, Dina pointed at her little tent, then
finally her pack. Her companion grabbed the pack and handed it
to Dina. Dina took out the first aid kit and the three items she
needed, a sulfa packet, bandages, and tape. The woman watched
quizzically, then muttered something and left. Dina tried to
treat the wound, but each time she released the tourniquet, blood
gushed through the bandage and soaked the ground under her leg.
Dina looked around for her companion in desperation. She saw the
strange native woman strolling confidently out of the jungle with
a spear in one hand, and several items including Dina's lost
pistol in the other. The woman thrust the spear in the ground
near Dina, then handed her the pistol. Dina gingerly took the
pistol and slid it into her holster. The woman nodded and took a
root and several leaves over to the fire. She dropped the leaves
into the water, then began chewing the root. To Dina's disgust,
the woman began chewing and spitting the root into the water.
    Dina was NOT going to drink that! Dina started shaking her
head as the woman approached with the water. The woman calmly
took a handful of moss, dipped it into the water and pointed at
the bandage on Dina's leg. When Dina didn't understand, the
woman dropped the moss into the water and knelt to pull the
bandages off Dina's leg. She then took the moss and held it over
the gash, motioning for Dina to replace the bandages and hold the
moss in place. Dina did, with some difficulty. Her back was
hurting from sitting up for too long without support.
    Dina tried to stop Gougo when she grabbed the tourniquet and
untwisted it. Dina watched the bandages in horror, then finally
relaxed when no blood came pouring out.
    "Holy shit, it worked," Dina said in wonder.
    "Trashish," the native woman said with a smile.
    "Trasheash," Dina said with a nod. The woman laughed, stood,
and drew her knife. Dina felt the hairs stand up on the back of
her neck, but the woman simply turned and bent over, revealing a
shapely ass and perfect little black haired pussy. Belatedly,
Dina realized that the woman was cutting slices of meat off the
pig. The woman turned, not noticing Dina's red face, and handed
her a large slab of meat.
    "Here goes my diet," Dina mumbled as she bit into the pork.
It was amazingly good, considering it was unsalted and half
cooked.
    "Dou soso habu," the woman said, pointing at the jungle
behind Dina with her knife. Dina turned to look then shrugged
helplessly.
    "Habu," the woman repeated, motioning at the jungle.
    "I have no idea what a habu is?" Dina said, shaking her head.
Gougo realized the problem and cleared a place in the sand at
their feet. Slowly and carefully, Gougo drew several huts in the
sand, then surrounded them with a circle.
    "Gougo dou soso habu," the woman said earnestly. Dina stared
at the young round face and tried to understand. Finally she
followed the pointing knife and realized that the young woman was
saying there was a village in that direction. With a joyous
shout, Dina nodded wildly and pointed in that direction. Gougo
smiled and nodded back. For a moment they resembled the small
dog statues that people put in their cars, where the heads bobbed
up and down aimlessly. Realizing this Dina giggled. This single
sound drew Gougo closer to her. Her long dead sister used to
giggle like that so much their parents would get mad. Gougo
missed that sound.
    Gougo couldn't tell the strange woman that she must remain in
camp for a few days until the root could stop the bleeding
permanently. She would just have to keep her amused somehow.

    Gougo started to build a shelter, despite Dina's protests.
Finally, Gougo pointed at the sun and held up five fingers. Dina
realized that she was telling her it would be five days before
she could travel. Almost sobbing in desperation, Dina watched
Gougo building the shelter, aimlessly at first, then with more
interest. Dina even managed to hand Gougo several wide leaves as
Gougo started weaving them into the roof. Before nightfall they
had a snug shelter with two hammocks inside. A fire was going at
the entrance to the shelter, well under the protection of the
roof, so the rain couldn't affect it. No pests of any kind would
enter the shelter with the fire going. Gougo had the hammock
nearest to the fire so she could just reach out and add wood
whenever the fire grew low. Dina was amazed that Gougo could do
so much with only a machete and a few of materials Dina had
packed on her back.
    It didn't rain that first night, although the rain would have
made no difference. The shelter was obviously watertight. Dina
felt warm and safe for the first time since she had left the
hotel. The amazing native girl was totally at ease in the
jungle. Dina lay staring at the ceiling, wishing she could be
more like the young girl next to her. Dina lifted her head,
hearing a strange noise near the entrance of their shelter. She
tried to make out Gougo in the flickering firelight, hoping the
girl was still there. That's when she realized that Gougo was
making the strange sounds. She was masturbating!
    Dina immediately felt her mouth go dry and her pussy moist.
She strained her eyes to see Gougo in the darkness, but it was
impossible. The girl had let the fire die down, probably for
privacy. Dina opened her own legs, and the slight sound made
Gougo hiss and stop.
    "Please, don't stop for me," Dina said quietly. She tried to
sit up and the young girl appeared at her side instantly, helping
her rise.
    "Ari shaa," the girl said, pointing outside. She reached
down and tossed several sticks of wood onto the fire, then
started helping Dina outside. Dina realized in embarassment that
the woman thought she had to pee. Now that she thought about it,
she did.
    The woman helped her squat away from the shelter, not an easy
task with a bad leg, and she pee'd for several seconds. She
looked for something to wipe her pussy with, but there was
nothing but grass. She reluctantly lifted her panties and stood,
with the girl's help. She put her arm around the girl's neck and
limped inside. Once at the hammock the girl lowered her hands to
Dina's waist and lifted as Dina jumped and caught the hammock
with her ass. She sat swinging while the girl held her.
    "Dina," Dina said with a smile, placing a hand on her chest.
She pointed at Gougo and waited, but the girl didn't understand.
    "Dina," Dina repeated more slowly and place her hand on her
chest.
    "Dina," the girl said, placing her own hand on Dina's right
tit. Before Dina could object the girl hefted her tit in her
hand, then massaged it lovingly with a vacant smile on her face.
It wasn't long before both of the girl's hands were on her Dina's
tits, feeling and massaging them gently.
    "Dina," the girl repeated dreamily. She bent closer and
sniffed, then smiled at Dina. Dina didn't understand what the
sniff or smile meant, but at that point she didn't care. The
girl's small hands were doing an expert job of inflaming her
breasts. Her nipples were rock hard, relaying electric jolts to
her pussy each time they were touched. It was only a moment
before Dina's own hands were on the woman's tiny breasts, hanging
bare just in front of her. The girl moaned in pleasure and
arched her back like a cat. This excited Dina even more. She
tweaked the nipples between her fingers gently and watched the
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