Posted by RIP on December 06, 2003 at 21:04:01:
I once backpacked right across the Amazon jungle when young and foolish; "Just follow the major logging tracks and you'll get there" they had said. . . . Later I met an old Botanist-Anthropologist who told me just how stupid I had been. I will tell you his story first so you can see what danger I was in without even knowing it.
A short disclaimer before starting: I always thought cannibalism was for dark=skinned people with a bone in their noses. And that necrophilia was related to Satanism and vampires. Nothing to do with me-- a healthy, athletic young man.
Now, Dr. Beale's story (not his real name). The Doc was way up in a tree in the jungle on his rope ladder and sling-kit collecting beetle and leaf samples when he heard movement below. It was five head-shrinkers carrying a young colonist girl tied over a pole slung between them. She was groaning and obviously heavily drugged. The Doc froze and got comfortable, as he spent the next two days trapped up the tree too scared to move while he watched that peculiar orgy.
The Natives made a campfire in a small clearing below him, and took turns raping the girl while they sharpening up a stake to impale her with. Normally, the stake is inserted through the vagina or the anus, and comes out of the mouth, this time however, they decided to do it differently. One hunter lay on the ground while two others held the drugged girl in a squatting position over his cock. Another plugged his prick into her rear while a third one deep-throated her. After the one in her mouth shot his load and pulled out, he held her head back as the remaining two drove the pointed stake violently down her throat, through her heart, and deep into her bowels. This sudden death must have contracted both her cunt and anus, as the sandwichers both came with a howl.
They then withdrew and allowed the impalers to drive the stake out the bottom end. Then they laid her on her back, gutted and cleaned her out with water from a nearby stream before trussing her up in the foetal position with her hands behind her back to roast. Her head was severed and removed from the stake and Doc was able to live the Anthropologist's dream of seeing a head shrink, live.
"She ended up no bigger than your fist," he told me, "and they had her brains and liver for appetizers while waiting for her to roast."
"About twenty more hunters came to the feast. If I had flinched, coughed or sneezed, I would have gone on the spit too".
That story quite put me off my dinner. Now this what happened to me. . . .
On one of the trails, I noticed movement ahead. It was a young Native girl clad in nothing but a grass skirt with her little kit bundle on the ground by her. An enormous snake had bitten her ankle and she was chopping at it with a machete. I ran up, helped her to remove the dead snake's head from her ankle, did the Tarzan suck out the poison trick, and washed the wound with water from my cannister. My first-aid kit provided bandages and my Globetrotter book identified the snake as the most deadly in Amazonia. She took a hefty swig of Dr. DaSilva's patent snake antidote I had picked up in one of the towns I had trekked through.
The information in my book said it was 50/50 chance of survival and the instructions on the bottle said much the same; The last line read "NOW PRAY!". The girl seemed to understand this, as she looked really scared.
Tending to her ankle, I got a good look right up her legs. The grass skirt was really just a little flap on a string round her waist that covered her pubes and nothing at the back. As I admired her sweet face; I stole glances at her half orange tits, her cone-shaped brown nipples, her pert buttocks, and the slight glistening between the pink labia among the dark mossy pubes.
"Oh shit! What a pity to meet her in circumstances like this", I thought.
I made her comfortable in a clearing on top of my sleeping bag by a hastily made camp fire, and flanneled down her feverish sweat. Now, we would have to wait to see if the antidote/poison would take effect. I was drenched with sweat and stripped to shower under a cascade that flowed from an ancient-looking log (river bathing is too dangerous due to piranhas), wrapped a towel round my waist and returned to sit beside her, back against a fallen tree trunk.
Feverish and sweating, she stared deep into my eyes and then rolled on top of me, whisking away the towel. I got an instant boner, which she guided into her sopping cunt.
"What on earth!" I exclaimed. She lifted a finger to my lips to silence me, gazing more deeply into my eyes than anyone else has ever done before-- or after. We communicated. She knew that she was dying far from her people, and this was her last contact with humanity. She humped ferociously and bit my neck as we came together. "Oh, may my spunk cure you . . . " I whispered hotly into her ear, pouring gallons into her tight depths that gripped the very life out of my throbbing pole.We gazed, kissed and hugged for what seemed, an eternity. While she squatted over me, moving her hips occasionally to keep my member to attention.
She was weak by then and dozed for a while. I lay under her, praying that she would recover-- twitching my cock from time to time to keep it hard in her. The fire crackled and it was now getting dark.
About the time the last tinge of light-blue in the tiny spot of sky way above the trees was turning black, she opened her eyes and looked into mine: Shuddered, spasmed and the light went out. The spasming death throes made her cunt ripple and grip my cock so tight I came. Oh, how tightly I hugged her, but she slipped away-- no pulse in her neck, no heartbeat when I touched her tender breast.
Now, there was I, with my cock inside a corpse. Hell, I wasn't a snuff fiend, a Satan worshiping vampire or a grave digger. I was just making love to this beautiful girl and she conked out! My erection subsided and flopped out. I closed her eyelids and began to ease out from under her. As I was maneuvering her limp body her head fell against my groin, her lips brushing my balls. My cock sprang to attention.
After some hesitation, I guessed that it wouldn't do her any harm now, and it was a good chance to get some deep throat action I couldn't get from a live girl.
Caressing her soft hair, I tilted her head up and pushed down her throat. No gagging or swallowing, nor need for air-- just a soft throat I could squeeze with both hands without fear of strangling her to get the right pressure on my cock. I did this slowly, gently, relishing every moment of her sweet head impaled on my rod, her lips brushing my pubes. I leaned forward and lay on top of her supple, flexible body, pulling her hips and thighs up toward me in a mortal 69. I spurted and spurted until, exhausted, I dozed off and was awakened by the dawn bird song.
"I must bury her before someone comes along and sees me like this", I thought.
I prepared a shallow grave among the rocks and marked it with a stick bearing her kitbag, chopped up snake, and the empty bottle of DaSilva's potion. Perhaps someone would find her and realize what had happened. I returned to fetch her.
She looked so beautiful: Lying on her back, breasts flat, her legs slightly apart. An irresistible urge came over me and I lifted her knees to her nipples, plunging my boner into her cunt that was still spermy from the evening before.
Now, don't get me wrong. Here I was with a naked healthy girl who happened to die of a snake bite, so compliant and submissive under me. I decided to do her lovely body the final honor, and started to work my prick into her ass. A bit stinky, but I had cleaned her up before digging the grave, her sphincter had completely relaxed and let me drive myself into the depths of her bowels. I placed her legs up over my shoulders and savagely forcing my hips forward so my balls slapped against her buttocks, which I squeezed together for more friction on my rod. I then worked three fingers into her cunt and massaged my throbbing member in her ass.
‘Maybe she is just in a coma and will come round like that girl who went in the morgue fridge and woke up with the morgue assistant on top of her!' No such luck, but I saw stars and my head spun when I came.
I laid her to rest in that mossy grove and went on my way. Ever since, whenever a girl comes real hard on top of me, I think of that Amazon native girl whose name I never knew.