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  “The Awajún are strong and fierce, tall and brave.” The tour guide boomed. “Their fierceness in battle earned them the reputation as indomitable warriors, known for their deftness and skill in war. In 1549, the Spanish conquistadors first encountered the Awajún, but a rebellion among their people forced the Spaniards to retreat from the area. Those who tried to subjugate them were met with fierce resistance, to encroach upon their territory was to court death.”

  Beth came here to see things, get off the beaten path and experience a place unlike any other. Nobody needed to see yet another picture of a tourist standing in front of the Eiffel Tower or the Great Wall of China. No, she wanted to see a natural marvel, she wanted to go somewhere nobody went, away from the paths beaten down with the footprints of scrabbling tourists in their masses, a natural wonder unblemished by the interference of man.

  “The Awajún believed that they could communicate with fallen warriors, engaging in congress with the spirits of the mightiest by consuming Ayahuasca brews. Young Awajún men would drink these brews and converse with the fallen. If he showed fearlessness in the face of the spirits during their voyage into the arcane, he would be gifted the power of ajútap, granting invincibility and success in battle.”

  The tour guide turned, leading them up another steep incline. Beth braced herself for the physical exertion she was about to experience. Her thighs and feet ached to the point of numbness. The flora and fauna was astounding, beyond the scope of anything she’d seen in the past. This was one of the most biologically diverse areas in the world, with many endemic animals and plants which had managed to escape the destructive effects of global industrialization in the last century. Nowhere else could she find such a broad plethora of birds and mammals. Orchids sprung up in abundance and butterflies as big as the span of her hands fluttered through the air.

  The tour guide, despite being the oldest member of their group, marched onwards and upwards, firm-footed and determined to scale the incline. Beth struggled to catch her breath, pausing for a moment of respite as the rest of the group passed her.

  Most of the group were travelling in smaller groups of two or more. Beth was the only one who’d come out on her own. In her relatively domesticated social circle of office workers, she’d found it difficult to find anyone who’d entertain the idea of trekking through the rainforests of the Peruvian Amazon.

  She hunched over for a moment, looking down at the path, beaten down by the footsteps of the tour group, and the many others who had gone before it. She looked up suddenly as a colorful bird swept over her head. She watched as the bird swooped across the sky, diving down close to the river, before rising up again and sailing off into the forest.

  It was a shame that illegal deforestation was threatening the biodiversity of this area. Tribal leaders had resisted the illegal logging companies, and had come to blows with them on numerous occasions. The government of Peru had made efforts to prevent illegal deforestation, but had failed in their endeavors. Just two years ago, four indigenous leaders were murdered for resisting.

  As her panting began to abate, Beth watched the last of the tour group make it to the top of the incline and disappear over the hill. She stood up to follow, taking an uneasy step forward. She caught her foot on the root of a tree and fell forwards, stumbling off the path and rolling down the hill violently. Branches snapped and scratched at her as she desperately tried to halt her descent. At once, she fell down a bank, crashing to the ground with a thump. With the wind knocked out of her lungs, she pressed herself up from the ground, desperate to catch her breath. She pulled herself to her knees, brushing the dirt, twigs and greenery from her clothes.

  As she rose to her feet, a man approached her and towered over her, his huge body bare except for a loin cloth.

  There he stood before her, a true Warrior.

  Beth couldn’t help but feel an aroused pulse between her legs. Perhaps it was the long walk, or the unfamiliar location, but she really felt her desires begin to surface. She watched in wonder as the man reached into his loin cloth and started to stroke himself.

  The Warrior squandered no time in silently working himself, locking his gaze onto the young woman before him.

  Still in slight shock, Beth sat up on her elbows, her eyes attentive but her body still fatigued, uncertain of what the heck was going on.

  “Holy hell...” she murmured to herself.

  In the plain light of day, with the sun beating down on them, she could plainly see the big, powerful frame of the dark-skinned man as he stood there watching her. Too terrified to scream, she looked back at him with eyes as wide as saucers, wondering whether the whole experience was just her sleepy state and wild imagination.

  The Warrior’s hand ceased moving, and he stood there motionless, inhaling and exhaling. He stood tall and proud, his ripped upper body smooth, his stomach chiseled. The man jutted his pecs out and flexed them as he licked his lips. He pounced on top of Beth, as quick as a panther. He yanked down her cargo shorts and grabbed her wrists with his strong hands.

  Beth yelled loudly, at the top of her lungs, but she soon realized that her scream went nowhere, absorbed by the colossal rainforest all around them.

  “Really?!” She yelled at him. “We’re not even going to exchange names first?”

  But this was what Beth wanted. Her arousal told her that, no question about it.

  The powerful man pulled Beth’s t-shirt up to just below her breasts. He began to lick his way down her stomach. She watched in shock as he reached her panties, and yanked her underwear to one side, exposing her bare pussy. The Warrior looked up at her, and whilst making eye contact ran his finger across her pussy. As the smooth, silky finger brushed up against her wary opening, Beth decided that this definitely was a good idea. She relaxed and raised her legs up, and let the man flick his digit up and down her lips and over her clit. She opened up as she allowed the man’s finger full access, and he wasted no time in slipping in as deep as possible, making her moan as he silently explored her.

  Beth’s body shook and writhed in enraptured delight – the feeling of having her sweet-spot rubbed whilst being taken by surprise was having an incredible effect on her, and she found herself dying to be probed harder and deeper, her panting encouraging the wild man to finish her off. And as if he could read her mind, the Warrior really started fingering her, sliding his sturdy digit in and out, harder and faster. It was as if he really wanted to get the young woman off.

  Beth felt her looming climax simmer within her, being explored this ravenously would no doubt end in a juddering orgasm. But just when she felt herself getting very close, the man withdrew.

  The Warrior grabbed her by the shoulders, lifted her up and turned her around. She slipped down her panties and got on her hands and knees on the hard ground, desperately wanting to be filled. Immediately the man mounted her, his strong body enveloping her from above, preventing her from going anywhere.

  “Please... don’t stop now...” Beth whimpered, but got no answer from the primal beast of a man.

  The man began caressing her snatch from behind. He delicately nudged at her entrance. The expression of surprise on her face switched to slight humiliation.

  The man pulled his loin cloth up, exposing his massive cock and balls. He held his cock directly above Beth’s bare ass. He clutched it firmly in his palm and drizzled a significant amount of pre-cum over her ass cheeks and down her crack.

  “God, that feels good!” she announced, straining as the Warrior held her hips tightly. She tried her best to turn her head so she could see what was going on behind her. His huge black cock sprung to full attention, and he let Beth sit down and turn her head, presenting it directly to her mouth.

  She opened her mouth and captured the huge tip in between her lips. She sucked on it thirstily, drawing out the sweet tasting seed and flicking her tongue into the slit. It tasted surprisingly good, and she swallowed down the thin trickles of pre-cum as she moved her head to the side and began to
run her lips up and down the throbbing girth, the thick meat stretching her jaw to the limit. She ducked her head low and began to gobble on the meaty sack, feeling it churn and ripple under her tongue as she heatedly lapped at the full-to-bursting balls. The Warrior slapped his cock off her cheeks, smearing his pre-cum across her face as Beth desperately tried to capture it back between her lips, urgently chasing it.

  She gripped it and squeezed it, and felt its enormous shaft. Her grip wasn’t big enough to circle its wide circumference, and so she worked the length up and down, half-handed.

  Beth opened her jaw wide and tried to push her mouth down on the cock. She had to open her lips as wide as humanly possible to even fit any of it into her mouth, but with a lot of spit and a great deal of effort she managed to gobble the first few inches. Away she sucked, moaning into her mouthful of shaft.

  She continued eagerly. The Warrior offered a deep groan, as his huge sack drew up tightly beneath him. Beth saw this as her cue to cup them carefully, cradling each ball in turn as she took her lips off the cock and planted her face between his muscular thighs.

  Beth held the powerful girth with both hands and jacked the tool, pulling it up and down with increasing speed. After several passionate licks, she flicked her tongue over the head. The Warrior stroked her face, seemingly pleased with her efforts.

  She got all fours again, as the wild man doused the tip of his cock with a bottle of lotion that he found in Beth’s satchel. He started rubbing his cock head up and down the length of her pussy, perfectly lubing her up. She looked straight ahead, as she braced herself for what was to come. She was going to get royally shafted and stretched.

  As the Warrior's cock pushed up against her pussy, she shut her eyes tightly. A hard pounding was most likely the last thing she expected when she decided to go on this tropical tour. As she held her breath in anticipation she couldn’t help but feel a heated pang between her legs. For this was the very thing she had always wanted, to be knocked up by a perfect stranger. Now it was happening for real, and not how she had ever imagined.

  The head of the Warrior’s cock speared forward, bursting into Beth’s anxious snatch, until it was two inches deep. She opened her eyes wide as the shaft slid in, all the way. She gasped, fully impaled on the aggressive tool.

  He proceeded to make love to her, liberally gliding in and out, skewering her just right. He actually respected her for doing such a great job at taking it so hard and fast. She was taking it like a pro and he was truly very impressed. However, he was now going to make her moan and whimper.

  The cock worked her insides with vigor, delivering waves of delight through her body. Her hand intuitively reached down, and she began to play with her clit, her fingers skillfully stroking herself. She readily pleasured herself in the depths of the rainforest, while getting slammed hard by the mysterious man.

  Beth spread her thighs wider, her firm ass jiggling, as she heard the Warrior moan and groan from behind her. He took a deep breath, and gripped her around the waist in a vice-like hold, his bone buried deep.

  He continued to glide his cock in and out of her ready hole. He swung his hips back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of her wonderfully. He raised his hand up above her bare ass and came down with power upon her clenched cheeks, spanking her with enough force that it produced an audible smacking sound. This only added to her level of excitement, as her new lover proceeded to smack her ass with reckless abandon.

  The Warrior’s pelvic pumps sped up, as he swung back and forth, really picking up pace, Beth’s walls clamping down on his cock with loving force. She opened her mouth and moaned loudly as a fantastic climax fired through her body - from her toes all the way up to the top of her head. She came hard, squirting all over the floor.

  Beth panted, gasping for air, a bead of sweat rolling from her brow. Never had she cum so hard before, her pussy still yearning, begging for more. She wanted nothing more than for the man to finish deep inside her, to give her what she wanted, what she desired, what she truly longed for. And it seemed like all her hopes and dreams were about to be fulfilled.

  Fully spent, and with the effects of her earth-shattering orgasm still simmering within her, Beth sensed that the man was nearing his own finish. She felt the tool expand deep inside her, stretching her to new limits. The heavy sack whacked against her with each powerful thrust, as his breathing became hitched and heavy. The crown of his cock was dragging in and out of her with such speed that she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take. But she wanted to be filled up so desperately.

  The Warrior climaxed, spurting jet after jet of white goo deep inside her. He stayed balls-deep, blasting ample quantities of his milky seed deep.

  After alleviating every last drop of potent spunk, the man slowly and carefully withdrew, inch by inch, watching his slick black girth reappear before his eyes. Eventually, the head cleared Beth’s pussy, leaving her sore but satisfied.

  They collapsed and lay on top of each other, heaving and trying to get their breath back. Beth closed her eyes for a moment and felt the Warrior move away from her. When she opened her eyes he was nowhere to be seen, as she heard a rustle coming from the dense forest that surrounded her. Exhausted, she lay back and relaxed.

  She patted her tummy. Not only had the mysterious Warrior given her something she had always wanted, but he had made love to her better than any other guy ever had. This trip was turning out to be something really special.

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  MAKING BABIES IN WINTER

  By

  Tess West

  R oxy Dickson’s favorite place in the world was, without a doubt, a rustic cabin in the woods. Especially during the winter.

  The forest was a magical place at all times of the year, but there was something extra serene about branches hanging heavy and silent with glistening snow. There was something beautiful about icicles hanging from the roof of a wooden cabin, about waking up to a fresh sheet of snow only broken by the tracks of rabbits and deer.

  This was why Roxy chose to take a holiday by herself, a skiing holiday up in the mountains. If she could, she’d leave her job and go out in the wilderness, build herself a cabin of her own from scratch. But she had responsibilities. She needed to make money and make ends meet, so she couldn’t escape into the woods like she wanted to. She’d just have to keep herself content with cabin vacations for now.

  Roxy woke bright and early on her second day at the cabin, rising from her bed with a massive stretch and splitting yawn. Her body was already aching from yesterday’s trips down the slope – which had resulted in more than a few tumbles. The snow was not as soft as it looked, especially when it had been packed hard by boots, skis, and snowboards.

  She put on her socks and shuffled to the stove. Her favorite thing about this cabin was that it was simple and uncluttered. It was literally just one room, with a full sized bed in the corner, a table and cabinets, a stove and fridge, and a small armchair along with shelving space. There was no television to distract her from her surroundings, and the barrenness of the cabin just encouraged her to get out on the ski slopes as much as possible.

  There was a small window behind the stove, and she peered out of it with bleary eyes as she turned on a burner and set a heavy skillet on top of it, before going over to get some eggs from the fridge. The forest looked empty and peaceful as usual, and she felt a familiar leap of excitement in her chest at the prospect of getting out there.

  Roxy didn’t look up again until the eggs were done frying. She served them onto a plate before looking out again. She froze.

  Something was moving in the trees. Normally this would not be cause for concern – there were animals that lived out here, and she was staying at a resort so other people were not uncommon. She wasn’t completely in the middle of the nowhere. But this was different – the shape moving in the shadows of the leafless trees was huge. It would have blended in with the snow around it if it weren’t for its massive size, for it was pure white. It looke
d like it had long fur, which had matted together in clumps. The thing had to be at least eight feet tall, and appeared to be walking on two legs like a human.

  Roxy scrambled sideways to grasp at her rifle, which she kept propped up against the wall by her door. She gripped the doorknob and took a deep, steadying breath, before wrenching open the front door.

  She swung the rifle up and aimed blindly, finger centimeters from the trigger. Her blue eyes widened and darted around from side to side. There was nothing there.

  She slowly lowered the rifle, though still gripping it tightly to her side. She ducked back inside quickly and wrenched on a pair of boots and a jacket, all the while looking up and out the front door apprehensively. But whatever had been there did not reappear.

  Roxy stepped outside once she was properly dressed, the snow crunching beneath her boots. She stared around for nearly a minute before striding over to where she believed she had seen the great shaggy beast.

  There were massive footprints in the snow – if you could even call them feet. One track was roughly the size of a trashcan lid, with claws protruding from its front. The tracks continued off into the trees, and no matter how hard Roxy squinted, she could not see what had created them.