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Larra stretched languorously. The movement accentuated her voluptuous
bosom and tiny waist. She felt fully recovered. Grey was off
somewhere.
Probably gathering
food. Tentatively she
got to her feet. She felt quite
secure high in the treetops. There
were very few dangerous animals that could make it up to the level of the
platform Grey had built. Larra
estimated that she was about seventy feet above the forest
floor. She was in a wonderful
leafy hideaway that served to shelter her from the harsh rays of the tropical
sun. At the same time, there
was a bit of a breeze and the transpiration process of the huge tree provided
a sort of natural air conditioning.
Colorful birds flitted through the branches around
her. They seemed completely unafraid
of either her or Grey. Often
birds and cheeky monkeys came right into her leafy
retreat. They were totally without
fear and allowed themselves to be petted and
fed. Grey had a simple philosophy
regarding his animal acquaintances.
“I find it easier to make friends,” he said, “if I
don’t eat them.”
Larra heard a slight rustle in the foliage above
her. Grey suddenly appeared,
dropping lightly to the platform.
He carried a small net bag loaded with a variety of fruits and
nuts. Despite the fact that Grey
ate no meat, he ate quite a well balanced
diet. He was able to locate a
huge assortment of fruits and nuts, most of which Larra had never seen
before. In addition, he was not
quite a vegetarian. He often
ate grubs and other insects. Larra
had been quite shocked when she had first seen him pick up a small beetle
and pop it into his mouth, but she had gotten quite used to it
now. He ate insects the way that
most Europeans ate peanuts or chocolates, and as he pointed out, insects
probably had greater nutritional value than
chocolates. Larra had to
agree. But she had not quite
progressed to the point where she cared to join him in his insect snacks.
Larra smiled as Grey dropped beside
her. “Hello John,”
she said, “find anything
interesting?”
Grey smiled back. They had progressed
to a first name basis just a day or so
ago. “Nothing you would
care for. Just
a termite nest. I ate
a few and left the rest.”
Larra laughed. It was comical
to picture Grey devouring the millions of insects that inhabited a single
nest. Larra studied the man intently,
meeting his gaze. She wondered
why she had not noticed when she first met him how handsome he
was. Perhaps it was because of
the strange circumstances of their first encounter, high in the
treetops. She had been more taken
with his exotic residence than she had with
him. A thought came to her
mind.
“Is there some place where I could have a
bath? I mean a real
bath. Not a wiping down with
a damp cloth. I need to wash
some of the grime from my body and clean my
hair.”
Larra had noticed that Grey was invariably clean and well
groomed. It was obvious that
he was bathing on a regular basis.
“Yes,” he said, smiling
mysteriously. “I know a
place. Do you feel strong enough
for a trip through the
treetops?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“I feel a need for some
exercise. I am getting treetop
fever.”
“Alright, put your arms about my neck and hold on
tight. I will go slowly just
in case you tire. Let me know
if you want me to stop.”
Larra did as she was instructed, clasping her left wrist with her right
hand. Her body was now pressed
tightly against his, but Grey made no comment on their mutual
closeness. Grey grasped a branch
over his head and pulled himself toward it with one
arm. He did this so easily that
it was almost as if he was not carrying Larra’s 140 pound
weight. Then without pausing
he swung his body, let go of the branch he was holding, and grabbed the next
branch. With great rapidity he
moved from branch to branch. So
smooth was the action of his body that it was almost like floating through
the treetops.
Larra was entranced. It was almost
like flying. She had been too
badly injured the first time Grey had carried her to truly appreciate what
was happening. Now she hung on
and enjoyed one of the most exhilarating experiences of her
life. She wondered how long Grey
could keep up the effort of propelling both himself and her through the
treetops.
For about an hour Grey carried Larra from tree to
tree. They stopped three times,
not so that Grey could rest, but so that Larra could ease the strain in her
arms. Grey’s economy of
motion was so efficient that his movement seemed almost
effortless.
“Incredible,” thought Larra.
“How can this man be the age
claims?” She enjoyed the
closeness to Grey’s body almost as much as she enjoyed the ride through
the trees.
Suddenly Grey dropped down with great rapidity through the tangled
branches. Larra saw that they
had come to the edge of the trees.
Below them was a deep canyon, and on a ledge halfway down the canyon
wall was a small sparkling pool of water about thirty feet
across. The roots of the great
tree they were descending clasped the canyon
wall. They formed an interlocking
network that Grey was able to use like a ladder, taking them right to the
edge of the small pond.
Grey deposited Larra gently by the
pool. She saw that a tiny
spring of clear water was bubbling from cracks in the canyon wall, filling
a natural basin on the cliff ledge.
It formed an idyllic grotto, shielded from all sides by the canyon
wall, and sheltered from above by the overhanging
vegetation. Only someone like
Grey could have discovered it.
Larra was enraptured. She
could not imagine a more romantic or beautiful
setting.
“Would you like me to turn my back,
Larra?” Grey was standing
about three feet away watching her
intently. Larra
blushed. She realized that Grey
had been observing her spellbound reaction to the
grotto.
“Uh,
yes.
Yes, please,” she stammered.
Grey turned his back and sat down on the edge of the cliff, watching the
overflow from the pool cascade into the canyon below.
Behind him Larra fumbled with the buttons of her
shirt. She was so flustered by
Grey’s presence that she could hardly make her fingers go the right
way. Her heart beating rapidly,
she pulled her shirt open and slipped out of the sleeves. Moving to a sitting
position she untied her boots and slipped them off, followed by her
socks. All the time she kept
her eyes on Grey. He played the
part of a perfect gentleman, keeping his eyes turned down into the
canyon. Larra returned to her
feet, and unbuckled her belt, allowing gravity to drop her pants to her
ankles. Daintily she stepped
out of them. She decided to keep
her bra and panties on. Not that
they covered very much. She had
chosen skimpy underclothes so that she would not be too uncomfortable in
the tropical heat. Her light
blue brassiere barely covered half her heavy breasts and her cut down panties
allowed most of her derriere to show.
For a few seconds she posed semi-naked on the edge of the pool, gazing
at her gorgeous reflection in the clear waters of the forest
pool. Then she stepped into the
still water, reveling in its delicious
coolness.
The pool was surprisingly deep. A
few steps took her into water deep enough to swim
in. She ducked under the surface
and then rose and breast stroked her way across the
pool. After the tropical heat,
the water was delightfully cool.
She felt the sweat, dirt, and grime of the last week lift from her
body and float away on the slight
current. She turned to look at
Grey, rolling over on her back and allowing her breasts to briefly break
the surface of the pond. Grey
was still facing away. She called
to him.
“John, you can look now.”
Grey pivoted on his haunches and looked across at
her. Larra gave him an inviting
smile. ”Why don’t you
come in?” she said.
“There is room for both of us.”
Grey nodded and began to unbutton his
shirt. He seemed strangely
silent. Larra turned away, giving
him the same privacy he had given her.
She swam to the far side of the pool, where a small rivulet of water
sprang from the rock. This was
the source of the rainforest pond.
Larra cupped her hands and drank deeply of the
water. It had a slight mineral
taste but was pleasantly cool. Her
tongue tingled slightly as she swallowed.
She drank again. Behind
her she heard a splash and felt a surge of water as Grey plunged into the
pool. She turned toward him and
realized as she saw him that the water was so clear that it offered no privacy
at all. She could clearly see
all details of his anatomy, just as he could no doubt see all of
hers. Larra looked down and realized
that now her undergarments were wet, they were completely
translucent. It was almost as
if she was utterly naked. Suddenly
modest, she found herself unsuccessfully trying to cover her breasts and
loins with her hands. She felt
her cheeks glowing with embarrassment.
Grey seemed not to notice. He
swam right up to her and then stood up, the water coming only to his
chest. “Turn around,
Larra,” he commanded.
Slowly, Larra turned her back. She
was puzzled by Grey’s request, but trusted him
implicitly. She kept her body
submerged to her shoulders, still fully cognizant of her
nakedness. Grey’s hands
were fumbling with her long braid, which hung down to the small of her
back. Her hair came loose in
his hands, spreading out into the cool
water. She felt his hands upon
her head, gently massaging her scalp.
She became aware of a scented effervescence infusing her
hair.
“Ah!” she exclaimed.
“What is that?”
“I call them soapberries. I
am afraid I do not know their botanical
name. They might not even have
one yet. I have found that they
serve as a marvelous cleaning agent.
Your hair will shine like burnished copper when your shampoo is
finished.”
Larra luxuriated in Grey’s shampooing of her
hair. She had not expected this
so far removed from civilization.
She, of course had brought soap and shampoo with her on the expedition,
but it was stowed in her tent back at the base
camp. She arched her back under
the pressure of Grey’s massaging fingers, pushing her head back into
his hands. Grey worked the soapberry
shampoo well into her scalp, thoroughly cleansing her burnished
mane. He finished by ducking
her under the surface of the quiet pool, gently pushing her head beneath
the surface. When Grey was finished
it was as he said; the soapberries were a natural, but very effective cleaning
agent. Her hair had never felt
so clean. At the end of the
experience she was breathing rather heavily, her large breasts rising and
falling rapidly. The shampoo had been an amazingly erotic
experience.
Still submerged she turned to face Grey.
Bubbles of glittering shampoo floated slowly toward the edge of the
pool, propelled by the weak current.
Grey looked directly into Larra’s violet eyes with his steely
blue-gray gaze, he was smiling.
“Now you,” she panted.
“Give me some
soapberries.”
Grey’s smile broadened. Larra
thought she had never seen anyone so virile and
good-looking. Ducking beneath
the surface he stroked toward the edge of the pool, giving Larra a flash
of his well-muscled buttocks. Larra
felt a powerful stirring in her loins.
“Steady girl,” she told
herself. It was strange that
she was so strongly attracted to men who had helped her in time of
need. She thought back to her
former lovers. She realized that
she was the subject of another Florence Nightingale
Syndrome. Her first love, James
Allenby and her second love, Tabin, had both nursed her back to health when
she had stumbled into deadly situations.
Now she was powerfully drawn to John Grey, another man who had helped
her overcome injuries suffered at the hands of unforeseen
antagonists.
Grey had swum to the edge of the pool and retrieved something from the small
net bag that he always carried with him.
He returned carrying about a dozen small grayish-blue
berries. “Alright,”
he said, “your turn.”
Larra took the soapberries from his
hands. She had gotten quite a
good look at most of Grey’s body when he had risen partly out of the
water to get the soapberries. She
hoped that the lust she felt did not show on her
face. Grey turned his back to
her and submerged himself in the pool.
Larra squeezed the soapberries in her hands, crushing
them. Immediately they began
to effervesce slightly. Moving
closer to him she began to rub the foaming berries into his thick dark
hair. Since he was taller than
she was her actions took her very close to his
body. Enjoying the situation,
she gently massaged Grey’s scalp.
Her breasts brushed softly against Grey’s
back. Larra pulled back, a little
embarrassed by the accidental contact.
Grey seemed not to notice, at least he gave no indication that he
did. Instead, he leaned his head
back into Larra’s hands. Larra
could see that his eyes were closed.
She continued to massage the soap into Grey’s
scalp. She took her time, enjoying
the experience. Eventually, however,
Grey’s hair was clean enough.
Larra gently ducked Grey’s head beneath the water, rinsing the
soapy lather from his hair. As
he rose she ducked him again, this time
playfully. He thrashed around
for a few moments, pretending to be drowning, then rose quickly and turned,
splashing water over her. Larra
splashed back and the water fight was on.
For a minute or so they both reverted to childhood, scooping handfuls
of water at each other. Then
as suddenly as it started the mock battle
ended.
Grey was facing her silently, gazing with great concentration at her almost
nude body. Larra felt a sense
of confusion come over her. She
could easily guess what he was thinking.
She was thinking the same thoughts
herself. Grey immersed himself
to his shoulders and moved toward her.
She found herself placing her hands on his powerful bronzed
shoulders. His hands moved to
Larra’s back, just under her
armpits. Slowly, but irresistibly
he drew her toward him. She felt
an immediate dampness between her legs that had nothing to do with the fact
that she was breast deep in water.
Grey’s mouth met hers in a long and passionate
kiss. As the kiss deepened their
tongues began to explore one another’s
mouths. The oral probing continued
for several minutes. Then
Grey picked her up and carried her to the edge of the
pool. An opening in the overhanging
branches allowed the rays of the sun to penetrate to a small grassy sward
beside the pool. Grey
lay her on the
turf. It was surprisingly
resilient. “Almost like
a bed,” she thought.
Grey lay beside her. Larra noted
that he was fully erect and felt an aching in her loins that she knew only
he could eliminate. “My
God,” she thought, “why do I always meet men who are hung like
horses?” Grey was indeed
massive, equipped in a way that most women only fantasized
about. Larra’s breathing
increased, her large breasts quivering
invitingly. Strangely, she found
that she was afraid to take the initiative with this mysterious and powerfully
muscled man. Grey solved the
problem for her. Drawing her
close to him, he continued the kiss where they had left
off. As their lips and tongues
intertwined Larra felt herself relaxing
mentally. She allowed her body
to curve into his. Their kisses
became more passionate and both began to breathe even more
heavily.
By now both Grey and Larra were caressing one another
ardently. They were lying side
by side, with Grey in a slightly elevated position so that he was able to
look down on Larra’s body.
Tantalizingly, he ran his fingers across her back and shoulders, barely
touching the surface of her skin, a sensation that Larra found most
erotic. When his left hand came
to the strap of her brassiere, he hooked his fingers underneath it and lifted
it from her shoulder. Then he
followed the strap down to the back of her bra and located the metal clip
that held it on. With a smooth
almost practiced move, he unfastened it and then pulled it from her
body. Larra’s large, firm
breasts fell free, their erect nipples showing that she was already in an
advanced state of excitement.
Gently, Grey lay Larra on her
back. Supporting his weight on
his elbows, he continued to kiss her responsive
lips. At the same time, his right
hand cupped her left breast, squeezing it
gently. Then he slowly began
to tease her, moving the tip of his forefinger around the outside of her
areola in a spiral motion. He
moved the finger closer and closer to the nipple and then moved away each
time. Larra was driven to the
edge of sexual madness by this action.
She arched her back, pushing her pelvis against Grey
suggestively. Instinctively she
reached down and found Grey’s wrist-thick
penis.
“Oh God!” she thought.
“What a formidable
weapon!” Grasping it like
a club, she began move her hand up and down the long
shaft. Grey let out a low moan
of appreciation.
Breaking away from their kiss, he lowered his head to Larra's over-stimulated
left breast and took her engorged nipple in his
mouth. Now it was Larra’s
turn to moan. For a few minutes,
Grey suckled at Larra’s breasts like a newborn babe, moving his mouth
from one to the other in turn.
Larra’s massaging of Grey’s shaft became increasingly more
frantic as her sexual hunger mounted.
Grey’s free hand now slid down Larra’s body, moving across her
taut belly, over her smooth hip and down to her
loins. Inserting his fingers
into the waistband of her panties, he quickly slid them down her legs and
then moved his hand just over the dark-brown bush that partially concealed
the opening to her vagina. As
his hand cupped her mound of Venus Larra let loose a little
cry. She was very close to achieving
an orgasm and Grey had not even entered her
yet. Grey too was fighting off
an orgasm. He wanted this experience
to last, but Larra’s continual stimulation of his organ had him on the
edge of ejaculation. Almost
defensively, Grey grasped her wrists in his powerful
grip. Larra struggled to break
free, not understanding the reason behind his action, but Grey was simply
too strong. Holding both her
wrists in his, he pushed between her long powerful legs, spreading her for
his invasion of her pleasure vault.
Caught up in the throes of passion, Larra continued to struggle in his
grasp. She arched her back, pushing
her belly and pelvis against him.
At that exact instant, Grey entered
her.
“OOHHH!”
“Larra exclaimed as
Grey’s huge member thrust past her outer
defenses. Almost instinctively
Larra wrapped her legs around his waist and propelled her body into his,
attempting to impale herself on his invading
shaft.
“AAAHHH!” She cried out as Grey pushed deep within her,
penetrating quickly to a depth of four
inches. But it was not a cry
of pain, but of passion. “Oh God, my God!” she thought,
“He’s so big!”
Despite Larra’s best efforts to pull him deeper within her, he withdrew,
and then began a slow and rhythmic pumping of her
vagina. Larra’s body moved
in concert with his, consumed more and more by the
raging fire now burning within her loins.
Each thrust of Grey’s shaft took him deeper and deeper, until
finally Larra ceased her efforts to further impale herself upon his
weapon. Now her cries changed
also from those of passion to whimpers of pain mixed with
pleasure. Grey’s huge size
was stretching her more than she had imagined, but the sensation of the huge
organ within her raised her carnal desires to an incredible fever
pitch. In her passion, she sank
her teeth into his massive shoulder and clawed his back so severely with
her fingernails that rivulets of blood ran down his
back.
Grey seemed not to notice. He
too was so caught up in the passion of their mating that he was oblivious
to any sensation outside of that related to his physical bonding with
Larra.
Hoarse cries came from both Grey’s and Larra’s lips as the mighty
copulation continued. By now
Larra was in considerable pain, but she was so overwhelmed by the pleasure
she was receiving that she could not
stop. Instead she encouraged
Grey’s continued penetration of her body with all the strength of her
body, gasping with both pain and
pleasure.
“OH!
OH! OH!
AAAHHH!” Larra climaxed, her
vagina contacting around Grey’s penis like a vise, encouraging him to
go deeper still. Incredibly,
Grey had not yet entered her to the full length of his
phallus. Redoubling his efforts,
he pushed with all his might, completely burying his shaft within her bucking
writhing, body.
“AAAHHHAAAHHH!!”
This time both Larra
and Grey screamed out together, as Grey exploded inside of her and multiple
orgasms racked Larra’s body.
After it was over, they lay quietly together for quite some time, gently
caressing one another’s sweat covered
bodies. And then, overcome by
passion and fatigue they both slept, secure in each other’s
arms.
When Larra awoke she discovered that she was lying under her
shirt. She was not cold,
however. A few feet away a fire
crackled brightly, throwing off sparks into the
night. It was quite
dark. She must have slept away
the afternoon and the early evening.
Grey was sitting near her, tending the
fire. He looked up as she awoke,
and gave her a little smile of welcome.
“Feeling more rested now?”
Larra stretched, allowing her shirt to fall away from her body as she did
so. This time she made no effort
to conceal her magnificent bosom.
Grey had certainly seen all of her that he could possibly see, and
in any case, if the sight of her naked body excited him then so much the
better.
The touch of the cool night air on her body prompted her to move a little
closer to the fire. Grey noticed
the movement and edged closer to her, as if to offer his body as a source
of warmth. Larra snuggled up
to him, feeling the heat emanating from his
maleness. He did not put his
arms about her, but instead offered her some fruit and several different
types of nuts. With a sense of
surprise Larra realized that she was indeed
hungry. More hungry than she
had been for several days.
Apparently sex was a powerful stimulant for the
appetite.
They ate without speaking. When
they had finished Larra excused herself.
Without dressing she moved off into the
darkness. She had a few private
functions to attend to. She found
a secluded place at the base of the
cliff. It seemed almost a sacrilege
to perform such functions in such an idyllic setting, but she knew that Grey
would not object. He was quite
open about such things, seeing them as a natural part of people’s
lives. A way of returning to
nature what had been taken from nature.
Finishing her business, she returned to the camp by way of the
pool. She immersed herself in
it, washing off the dried sweat and sperm of her sexual
encounter. The water retained
much of the day’s heat and was not
cold. Swimming over to the bubbling
spring, she drank deeply and then returned to the bank where she and Grey
had made love. Pulling her dripping
body from the pond, she felt a chill as her wet body cooled in the night
air. Hurriedly, she returned
to the fire and cuddled up to Grey.
He folded his arms around her. She
noted that his hair was a little damp, indicating that he too had made use
of the pool while she slept.
“This has been a most wonderful experience,” said
Larra.
“Perhaps the most wonderful of my
life. I never thought
to find anyone like you deep in the heart of
“Nor did I expect so beautiful and intelligent a woman to show up at
my treetop house. I have been
alone for many years. You have
made that lonely wait worthwhile.”
Larra smiled, and burrowed even more deeply into his
arms. Praising both her body
and her mind was a masterstroke.
She was about as happy as she had ever been, but one thing troubled
her.
“John,” she said, “I have to know one
thing. It has been bothering
me ever since we met.”
“Yes?” he replied,
expectantly.
“Burroughs said that you were born in the 19th
century. And you alluded to having
fought the Germans during the Great War.
I need to know how old you are.”
Grey kissed her forehead and then her
eyelids. “I was born in
1875. Burroughs got my age about
right.”
Larra sat upright. “But
how…? You don’t appear
to be any older than thirty. If
you were born in 1875, you would be almost 65 years
old.”
“And so I am;
62 to be
exact.
I hope my great age does not damage our
relationship.”
Larra laughed at Grey’s cavalier
tone. “I am afraid I am
confused.”
“Let me explain,” said Grey.
He began speaking in a ‘Once upon a time’ tone that Larra
did not want to interrupt.
“When I was a young man, in my twenties actually, I decided to
live in the forests of
Grey seemed to have reached the end of his
tale. “How do you know that
your extended lifespan is due to this mysterious spring you speak of?”
asked Larra.
“Actually, I can’t take credit for that
knowledge. The location of the
spring was known to the local witch
doctor. We had a bit of a
confrontation. He told me of
the spring and in return I spared his
life. When I met him he claimed
to be over 200 years old. For
all I know he is still alive, although I have seen no trace of him whenever
I have visited the spring.”
Larra listened to Grey’s story with growing
amazement. Could what he was
telling her possibly be true?
“Grey looked at her steadily.
“You don’t believe me do
you?”
“I don’t know what to believe.
What you have told me is so
fantastic. I have been trained
as an archeologist. Your story
sounds like a myth – a legend.”
“You will soon find out that what I have told you
is true.
You have drunk from the same
spring.”
Larra was incredulous.
“What? I mean…
I have?
Where?”
Then realization dawned on her.
“You mean this spring.
This
pool. But why did you
choose to bring me here?”
“I should think that would be obvious,” he said, gazing at her
almost nude body with undisguised desire.
Larra felt the blood rising to her head and shoulders once
again. “Why do I blush so
easily?”
she
thought. She was glad of the
darkness.
Grey tossed another piece of firewood on the
fire. “I see that you are
finding this hard to accept. But
it is not really important whether you believe me or
not. Time will prove that what
I have said is true.”
Larra felt a chill coming over her.
She drew her shirt over her bare shoulders and slipped her arms into
the sleeves. She felt
overwhelmed. If what Grey was
saying was true then he had given her a gift greater than anything anyone
could give her. He would have
increased her lifespan five-fold and guaranteed her years of continued youth
and beauty.
“Aren’t you afraid that I would lead others to this
place? It wouldn’t do for
the whole world to know about it.”
“I have known you for only a short time, but you are more of a woman
than many I have known. I trust
your character. Besides, I brought
you here. Do you think you could
find your way back here on your own?”
“How does the spring work?” asked
Larra. “It seems to defy
the laws of nature.”
“I don’t think we know all of nature’s laws yet,” replied
Grey. “There is still much
that humanity does not know about the world, as you have had occasion to
learn yourself.”
“Yes,” Larra replied
thoughtfully. She knew that Grey
was referring to the strange tribe of white cannibals that had kidnapped
her. The more that she thought
about what Grey had said, the more she became convinced that he was telling
the truth. She also knew that
she was falling in love with him.
How much emotion was clouding her judgement she did not know, but
she suddenly knew that Grey’s story had to be
true.
“I believe you,” she said, moving closer to
him.
“I am glad of that,” he
replied. “Of all the people
in the world you are the only one who I want to trust
me.”
“And why is that?” Larra asked, her heart pounding
wildly.
“So that I can do this,” Grey replied, as her pulled her to him,
and kissed her while placing one hand on her ripe
breast.
Larra returned the kiss with renewed
passion. She felt Grey remove
her shirt as he rolled her onto her back and mounted her once
again. For a long time after
that, Larra was far too busy to have any more thoughts about mystical
springs.
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