Literotic asexstories – Jungle of Desires by Sean41086,Sean41086
As Rishi Singh trudged along the overgrown path, a myriad of sensations assaulted his senses – the scent of earth and decaying vegetation mixed with the lingering sweetness of ripe fruits, punctuated by the occasional chirps of birds. With every step forward, he felt the brush of vines against his completely naked skin, whispering promises of unknown adventures ahead.
As he neared the edge of the forest, the sounds of female human activity grew louder, and his heart raced with anticipation. Emerging into a clearing, Rishi was greeted by a small village, its entirely female inhabitants ranging from ages 18 to 39-years old garbed in rich colors of traditional sarees. The sight of these women was arousing, captivating and disarming; they all held their noses, the faint traces of his odor lingering from his time lost in the jungle. It was clear he had arrived at the end of his journey, but his unkempt appearance was far from welcoming.
The sexy female villagers looked at him with curiosity and concern, trying to mask their shock and discomfort at his repulsive state. As he walked through every woman in the village with their hand over their noses could make eye contact as they were affixed on his exposed penis. As Shanti Devi, the village matriarch, approached him, she couldn’t help but wrinkle her nose, her expression a mix of sympathy and amusement. “Hello, young man,” she greeted. “You are completely naked, may I ask why?” Rishi explained that he had been on a plane that crashed in the jungle and his clothes had fallen off due to being lost in the jungle for what seemed like three weeks. Surviving on fruits and wherever he can find water. “Ugh! Phew! You smell that, ladies,” one of the ladies asked, waving her hand near her nose to drive away the stench. The other ladies followed suit and agreed. “Smells like an elephant went through the village.” The ladies laughed.
“Ladies, that’s enough,” Shanti said, hushing the laughing. “That’s no way to treat this stranger. He may be stark naked, he may smell of elephant dung, be that as it may, he needs to be cared for.” “We must get you cleaned up,” she said gently, offering her assistance.
Radha, another villager, took it upon herself to tend to Rishi’s immediate needs, guiding him through the labyrinthine alleys towards a simple yet inviting dwelling.
They passed various huts, their walls adorned with colorful fabrics and delicate patterns, each radiating a unique charm that spoke volumes about the life of those who dwelled within. Everywhere, the scent of spices and incense filled the air, creating an almost mystical ambiance.
Once inside, Radha introduced Rishi to the others, explaining his plight. Shanti nodded understandingly, her wisdom evident in her gaze. She motioned for him to sit down on a low wooden bench, which Rishi did gratefully.
Radha then retrieved a large metal bowl filled with warm water, soap, and several fragrant herbs. The steam began to rise from the hot water, carrying with it the soothing aroma of the herbs. Inhaling deeply, Rishi’s anxiety slowly began to dissipate.
Shanti then turned to the other women in the room, addressing them with authority. “My sisters, we must bathe our guest.
We need to remove the filth from his body and give him new clothes,” Shanti instructed. Her tone was gentle yet commanding, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind that Rishi would receive the care he needed.
One by one, the village women came forward, each offering to help cleanse Rishi of his unwanted stench. Since he was already naked, there was no need to declothe him. They moved around him with grace, awe-inspiring, and admiration, touching him with reverence.
Their tender hands gently washed him, starting from his face and moving downwards, carefully avoiding the areas still bearing evidence of his horrifying experience. As the women scrubbed him with the soapy water, Radha expertly removed any remaining bits of debris from his body. Each woman took turns, taking care not to overlook even the smallest of details. They worked meticulously, determined to ensure his skin gleamed once more. The atmosphere in the room became intimate and charged, the women giggling amongst themselves as they joked about the ‘elephant odor’.
Rishi noticed that his penis was beginning to stir and he realized that an erection was starting to happen.
Shyly, he turned his head away, feeling both embarrassed and excited. Meanwhile, Priya, a young, passionate villager, noticed Rishi’s reaction. She stepped forward and whispered softly, “Don’t worry, everyone gets aroused sometimes. We just want to make sure you feel comfortable and safe here.” Smiling reassuringly, she gave Rishi a comforting pat on the shoulder.
Gradually, the village women finished bathing Rishi, gently drying him with soft cloths and dressing him in a clean set of clothes provided by Shanti.
As Rishi’s body was restored to its previous, pristine state, he couldn’t help but marvel at how much kindness and compassion had been shown to him by these strangers. He knew deep within his heart that his life would never be the same again, thanks to the remarkable generosity of these beautiful women.
The women’s attentiveness continued even after his bath, as they prepared a sumptuous meal, feeding him delicious curries, rice, and exotic fruits.
Rishi sat on the floor, cross-legged, as the women served him their culinary creations. He watched them move about, their bodies swaying rhythmically to some unseen beat. He observed the fluidity of their movements, the gentle sway of their hips, and the seductive way they carried themselves.
The women appeared to have an inherent sense of grace, accentuated by their traditional attire. Their eyes shone with an irresistible warmth, seemingly inviting him to share in their world. Despite the initial unease of his unfamiliar surroundings, Rishi found himself growing increasingly relaxed in their presence. His senses were bombarded by the heady aromas of the spices, the intoxicating scents of their perfumes, and the enchanting melody of their voices as they chatted amongst themselves.
As Rishi observed the women preparing the meal, he couldn’t help but notice the alluring sway of their hips, the sensual way they glided across the room.
The village women’s beauty left him mesmerized.
Rishi found himself falling deeper into the enchantment of the village women. Their laughter and infectious energy made it difficult for him to resist their allure. As night approached, the women invited Rishi to join them for dinner. Excited yet apprehensive, he accepted their offer, eager to learn more about their lives and customs.
Rishi couldn’t help but observe the way the women interacted with each other, their conversation flowing effortlessly, their laughter filling the air. Their laughter was contagious, drawing Rishi into their circle. Throughout the night, they told stories of their lives, traditions, and beliefs. The women seemed genuinely interested in Rishi’s experiences, asking questions about his culture and background.
In the midst of their merry banter, Rishi noticed how the women’s eyes occasionally flitted toward him, lingering on his physique.
It was evident that his transformation from a filthy, smelly, ragged, naked survivor to a clean, well-fed individual held a certain allure for them. Though initially shy, Rishi soon began to engage in the spirited conversation, sharing stories of his own experiences and observations.
The village women grew more curious about Rishi, their eyes sparkling with intrigue as they quizzed him about his homeland and his past. His answers only fueled their interest, igniting a palpable tension in the air.
As darkness fell, the village women continued to tell stories of their history, myths, and legends, weaving tales of mystical events and ancient rituals. Rishi listened intently, captivated by the richness of their culture. The sounds of laughter and soft music filled the air, creating an almost magical atmosphere. The village women continued to eye Rishi, their curiosity piqued by his unique appearance and mysterious background.
Later in the evening, Shanti took Rishi aside, explaining the village’s customs and traditions to him.
“You see, we don’t have men like you here,” she said, her voice full of intrigue. “There’s something different about you, something we’ve never experienced before.” Rishi felt a surge of excitement at her statement, and a warmth spread through his body.
The village women began to approach Rishi with subtlety, their eyes burning with desire. They teased him with suggestive remarks, playfully stroking his arm or running their fingers through his hair. One by one, they gathered around him, casting furtive glances in his direction.
Rishi then felt that stirring in his crotch again. He was becoming hard as a rock. The eyes of the women began to widen at the size of his engorged cock pointing at them like a sword between his legs. A chorus of “ooooh” hit Rishi’s ears. It was then followed by whispering and silent giggling from amongst these village women who looked as though they wanted to swallow him whole. Shanti looked at the swollen erection which continued to grow. Looking back at Rishi, it is clear that she has one thing on her mind. But instead of undoing his his loincloth and perform oral sex, instead Shanti pulled her breasts out of her top and placed one of her nipples into Rishi’s mouth like a baby being nursed by its mother. The village women began striping him until he was as naked as he was when he arrived at the village. He felt all hands touching all over his body. Rishi felt intense pleasure being touched and caressed by these sexy village women who just before wouldn’t go near him. Now, it was like a reverse gangbang. He was the only man in this world inhabited by bronze-skinned beauties.
The women gathered around him, eager to take part in this new experience. Their hands moved with skill and passion, their mouths teasing him with tender kisses and whispers of desire. Rishi found himself lost in their caresses, reveling in the sensuality of their touch. He was awe-struck by the eroticism of their movements, feeling the power of their femininity surround him like a divine embrace.
Shanti guided the others in pleasuring Rishi, demonstrating the delicate art of lovemaking to her fellow villagers.
The women embraced Rishi with an intensity that left him breathless, their lips, tongues, and hands exploring every inch of his naked, brown-skinned body. They moved as one, their bodies synchronized in perfect harmony, their passion unbridled. Rishi surrendered to their fervor, allowing himself to be swept away by the raw sexual energy surrounding him. Each touch was electrifying, each moan of ecstasy echoing throughout the dense jungle.
Shanti led the group of women, instructing them in the art of arousing and satisfying their newfound companion. As they moved with sinuous grace, the women displayed their knowledge of each other’s bodies and the nuances of their carnal desires. Rishi felt himself consumed by the heat of their passion, his senses reeling as he was subjected to an array of exquisite sensations.
One woman ran her tongue along his throat, tracing the line of his neck down to his collarbone. His penis now fully erect was on full display. The women smirked as they looked as his hard, pulsating member.
They seemed thrilled to finally get a taste of this stranger. Radha, another young villager, stepped forward, her eyes alight with curiosity. She licked her lips slowly, staring at his manhood. Rishi couldn’t help but feel nervous yet excited by the thought of having sex with these women. His heart raced as anticipation built inside him. Shanti nodded to Radha, giving her permission to begin.
Radha approached Rishi with a mixture of confidence and trepidation.
Her hands shook slightly as she gripped his waist, guiding him towards a makeshift bed constructed from ferns and leaves. Rishi felt a surge of desire as he laid himself down on the soft, earthy surface. Radha’s hands were steady once more, and she began to explore his body with tender fingers, mapping out the contours of his skin. Her touch was gentle yet firm, causing ripples of delight to course through Rishi’s body.
As Radha traced patterns across his chest, Rishi’s breath quickened.Radha removed her shree and stood completely naked. Her bronze colored skin glowing from the moonlight. Other women followed suit and every one of the village women age between 18 to 38 years old stood completely naked.
All of them had perfectly shaped, round buttocks and firm, well-defined thighs. Some had small breasts, some larger. Every single one of them were curvaceous and sensual. Rishi could not contain his astonishment at the sight of so many beautiful women all desiring him. He felt himself becoming even harder than before, his erection pointing straight upwards.
Their leader, Shanti Devi, approached Rishi first, her intentions clearly shown in her eyes. The other women watched silently, their dark eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Rishi’s heart raced as he found himself caught in the midst of their passionate embrace. Shanti pressed herself against him, her hips grinding against his own, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. As she reached down to stroke his erection, Rishi couldn’t believe how quickly his life had taken such a sensual turn. The other women joined in, taking turns to caress and stimulate him, their hands roving expertly over his body.
With each touch, Rishi felt himself becoming increasingly aroused, his body trembling with anticipation. The sensations coursing through him were unlike anything he had ever experienced before — raw, primal, and undeniably powerful. The women knew exactly how to please him, moving with a natural grace that seemed almost instinctive.
The air was heavy with desire as the village women took turns pleasuring Rishi. He was amazed by their ability to bring him to the brink of ecstasy time and time again.
His body ached with longing, his muscles quivering from the intense sensations cascading through him. As he felt himself reaching a peak, he cried out in pure bliss, the name of his home far away no longer crossing his lips but replaced by gasps and moans of gratification.
Shanti, who had been observing him closely, smiled to herself. She recognized the signs of satisfaction and knew it was time to bring this encounter to its conclusion. Gathering her strength, she rose above Rishi, straddling him with her perfect curves.
The other women eagerly crowded around, witnessing the climax of their shared adventure. Rishi’s breathing grew shallow as he stared up at Shanti, her large, full breasts swaying rhythmically above him. She lowered herself onto him, their combined heat creating a palpable atmosphere of sexual tension.
Shanti grasped Rishi’s face, bringing him closer to meet her gaze. Their eyes locked, conveying the intensity of their connection.
With each thrust, Rishi felt as if he were merging with Shanti, their flesh melding together in a symphony of passion. Around them, the other women watched, their faces flushed with excitement and admiration.
As the tempo of their movements increased, the sounds of their bodies colliding filled the space between them. It was a cacophony of moans, gasps, and the slapping of flesh upon flesh.
Rishi felt as though he was melting into Shanti, their bodies becoming one entity that throbbed with desire. He savored the moment, knowing he would remember this night for the rest of his life.
Suddenly, a sound escaped Shanti, signaling the peak of her pleasure. Her body arched backward, pressing against Rishi with greater force. Her screams reverberated through the jungle, causing the other villagers to smile knowingly.
It seemed the young man had pleased his new companions well. As Shanti continued to ride Rishi, the other women took turns to perform various acts upon him, using their expertise to bring him to further heights of ecstasy.
Their hands wandered over his body, finding the most sensitive spots. Rishi groaned loudly, his eyes rolling back in his head as the pleasure coursed through him. It was evident that Rishi had fallen deeply under the spell of the village’s erotic arts.
The women, their passions sated, began to gather around him, whispering words of encouragement and praise. Rishi, feeling incredibly alive and excited, basked in the warmth of their admiration. Shanti Devi, the leader of the village, smiled, pleased with Rishi’s eagerness and ability to adapt to their ways.
As the night wore on, the group of women decided to continue their lessons, teaching Rishi the intricacies of pleasing a woman. At one point, Rishi learned how to make a woman squirt out of her vagina.
He felt proud of his newfound skill and saw the surprised look on Priya’s face when it happened. The women in the village often discussed their favorite positions and techniques, ensuring that Rishi became adept at satisfying their needs. They taught him to control his ejaculation, prolonging the sensations for both partners. Rishi listened intently, absorbing every piece of wisdom shared by the village women.
Over time, Rishi developed a deep appreciation for the sexual prowess of the women in the village.
They showed him countless intimate techniques and positions, pushing his boundaries while making sure he understood the delicate balance between pleasure and pain.
The village women were skilled in reading Rishi’s body language, interpreting his subtle responses, and adapting accordingly. They guided him through the art of lovemaking, helping him understand the importance of foreplay, timing, and communication.
As the days went by, Rishi’s confidence grew, and he became proficient in satisfying the village women’s desires.
They rewarded him with their bodies, lavishing attention on him whenever he pleased them.
In the middle of a steamy night, Rishi found himself engaging in an unconventional position. One of the younger girls, Maya, was particularly adventurous and desired to be taken from behind. She had tied a length of cloth around her waist, allowing Rishi to pull her against him easily.
The feeling of power surged through Rishi as he entered her from behind, their sweaty bodies entwined in a dance of lust.
Maya’s breathing quickened, her eyes glazed over with desire. Rishi matched her rhythm, plunging deeper inside her, driving them both to the edge of ecstasy. With each thrust, he felt his own arousal growing, his body tense with anticipation.
Maya wrapped her arms around Rishi’s neck, pulling him close enough to whisper in his ear. “Fuck me hard,” she demanded, her voice husky with desire. Rishi complied without hesitation, slamming into her with fierce determination. Again and again and again, Rishi pounded her rhythmically as a crowd of sexually attractive inhabitants of the village began to rub their hard clits and erect nipples, moaning and purring. It was a moment in time he wanted the whole world to pause so he could live this experience on a constant repeat.
One woman, masturbating ferociously began to start groaning that eventually evolved into a scream. And with that a gushing of about 10 ml or more of clear fluid emanated from her bronze vulva. The ladies began to giggle and cheer. Rishi wasn’t even paying any attention to her vaginal discharge, as he was preoccupied with pleasing Maya. She moaned, “Oh, baby! Make me cum! Make me cum, baby. I want that boy batter inside me!”
Clearly, he was reaching the point of no return. He had to get her off. On and on and on it went.
Suddenly, Rishi felt his muscles tensing. “Oh, god! I’m gonna cum!”
The ladies began to laugh.
Maya could feel him ready to explode. “Do it, baby! Do it! Cum in me! Cum in me!”
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