I work for an oil exploration company as a pilot. I fly just about anything in the way of private and corporate aircraft and transport executives on their Falcon jet or fly supplies on a surplus military transport to a small 4-place single engine aircraft. We were working in South America deep in the Amazon and I had flown to the coast for some fresh seafood for dinner. A friend of mine obtained some very good California wine and I was on the way back to the small airstrip hacked out of the jungle close to where we were working. This was flying at its best. No beacons, no air traffic controllers, just seat of the pants navigation (helped by GPS). I was over some of the heaviest foliage and canopy in the Amazon. The loudest noise there is is when your engine just quits running. Total silence. I tried everything I could think of and everything in the emergency guidelines, but to no avail – I was going in. I called a Mayday, but at my location, I knew the only person that may hear it would be a commercial pilot about 30,000 feet above me. I kept the nose up and hit the trees at about 35 knots and everything went black. When I awoke I was about 70 feet up in the trees and still belted into the seat. That was the good news. The bad news was I had some broken ribs and a broken left leg. I just hoped I did not have any internal injuries. I had cuts all over. I could hear the emergency beacon operating so I hoped that help would soon arrive and they could see the aircraft from the air. I sat there for several hours, drank some water, and passed out. That night I could hear all kinds of animals, including what I thought was a jaguar. I slept.

The next morning I could hear people talking. I couldn’t understand anything they were saying, but they sounded close, although I could not see them. Suddenly there were two faces looking at me through the windows. They yelled something to those below and pried open the door. One of the men took out a knife and sliced off the seat belts and the other man crawled into the passenger side of the aircraft. They had ropes made out of something weird and passed them over a tree branch and tied me to the ropes. I could not move as I was tied from the shoulders to the knees. They lowered me feet first down to the men on the ground, but when I arrived, they just let me fall. I was unconscious again. When I awoke this time, I was in a hammock, my left leg was splinted, and some strange smelly goop was on my cuts. Huge leaves were wrapped around my chest and were moist. Otherwise I was being completely ignored.

The camp I was in looked like a permanent village. The natives were an attractive people – light brown skin, sharp features, and almost naked. The men were wearing a flap of material in front of their crotch, and only a piece of rope around their waist. When one of the men went to the edge of the camp to urinate, he raised up the flap and his dick was wrapped in leaves! The women were very attractive – trim and muscular. They wore a device around their waist that covered their pussy, but rode up in the crack of their ass. All of the women were naked from the waist up. They wore no decorations of any sort, except for a knife. Even the women wore the knife. The men carried some sort of small spear and I later saw them use a small bow with an impossibly small arrow (I found out later they used poisoned arrows).

One of the women noticed I was awake and came over jabbering something to me and another man. They came over and using hand motions explained they wanted me to eat and drink. I tried to rise, but man did I hurt! I finally was able to move to a log and that was when I noticed I was naked. The young girls were looking at me and giggling. The man helped me put on one of the devices he was wearing, but I balked at the leaves around the dick. The food was remarkably good and the water was cold and sweet. I leaned back against the tree after eating and enjoyed watching the tranquil scene before me. With help, I went to the trees and relieved myself and then went back to the hammock, as I was very tired and sore. When I awoke the next morning, there was a young woman in the hammock with me. She looked about 15 years old and was snuggled up to me with her rather smallish breasts against my side. If I didn’t have to pee so badly, I would have stayed right there. I also realized that I did not hurt very much. As I tried to get out of the hammock, the girl awoke and helped me. She looked down and noticed my piss hard and smiled. She helped me to the edge of the forest and was going to help me pee, but I finally got her to let me do it by myself. She did not look away, however, and seemed very interested in my penis. One of the things I noticed was the rather smallish member on the men and I have been blessed with an 8-dick when hard. I don’t know if the girl was looking at the size, or the color, or the blond hair. As we turned to go back to the village, I noticed her nipples were erect.

I was in the village about a week when a priest on a burro came into the village. He spoke broken English (he was from Mexico) but spoke the local language. He explained that he had heard that there had been a search for me, but the search had been called off. He said he would get word out when he arrived back in civilization. He said that would be in a couple of weeks, but the people would take care of me. He cautioned me to not drink any of the drink they consumed when they partied. It was very potent and could cause a man to go blind if you were not used to it. He talked to the elder of the tribe and before leaving, he smiled and told me the girl who was sleeping with me was the chief’s daughter and to refuse anything from her would be a great insult. He warned me to wait for the girl to make any advances; as to touch her without her permission could get me killed. He also told me there were rumors that this tribe had once been headhunters and had been known to eat the people they killed. He did not know if this was true, but there were shrunken heads all over the place.

About another week, I was walking fairly well without help and my bruises and cuts had healed. The tribal elder whom I think was also the medicine man, poked me in the ribs and said, “Ouch?” Or something like that. I shook my head no and he smiled. He brought the girl over and said what I believed was her name, “Shrinka.” Or something like that. When I pointed at her and said Shrinka, she smiled and shook her head yes. I pointed to myself and said my name, Dave. She had trouble with the word, but got very close. That night she got even closer.

When we retired, she slipped into the hammock and removed all her clothes. She looked at me and pointed at the breechcloth and gave a questioning look. I wasn’t sure what I should do, but I knew what I wanted to do. Shrinka solved the dilemma by removing it for me. She raised up on an elbow and started to stroke my dick. Like one would pet a dog. However, it achieved the desired results and I soon had a full erection. She took it in both hands and rolled it back and forth looking at it. She examined the head and tried to pull the foreskin over the head. I guess she had never seen a man that had been circumcised before. She took my hand and placed it over her Venus mound. Her pussy was almost completely bald and absolutely beautiful. I started to kiss her, but she pulled away. I realized I had not seen anyone kiss here, but they rubbed cheeks and foreheads. I did the same and she liked it. When I bent down and kissed her breasts, she watched strangely, and it was clear she enjoyed it. When I rolled her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, she moaned. I moved over so she would be on her back and did the American things to her breasts while carefully massaging her clitoris. When I kissed my way down to her clitoris, she was making all sorts of noise, but no one even looked our way. I brought her to an orgasm and she almost broke my neck when she bucked up with her crotch while throwing her legs around my neck and pulling me down. She was a strong girl. I let her rest a little and pulled myself up to enter her, but to my surprise, she turned over and raised herself up exposing her pussy lips and gorgeous ass. I moved up and started to push my dick into her pussy and she pulled away, but then pushed back again. Again I started to insert my dick into her pussy and she pulled away again. She reached back and guided my dick to her asshole. I pulled back a little confused. She looked at me and smiled. She pointed to her pussy and my dick and then to a sleeping baby. She then pointed to my dick and her asshole, then pointed to the baby and shook her head no. I got the meaning. She reached down and started getting me ready again. I pushed her head down a little and she understood. She kissed the head of my dick and started licking up and down on the shaft. She put the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head but would not go any farther than that, but it got the job done. She turned over and I pushed the head of my dick into her asshole. She started breathing like someone in labor. She would pant a little and then push back getting me a little deeper each time. After about 5 minutes, I was completely in. I started going in and out slowly and only a little bit as she was so tight I was sure it was hurting her. We lay on our side and I continued to push in and out while reaching around her and massaging her breast and clitoris. When I got the clitoris going again, she started increasing the tempo until she again had a climax. That got me ready and I came at the same time. We lay entangled and inserted until I fell asleep. I awoke later to find her cleaning me with a damp leaf and some water. She had already cleaned up, but there was a little blood on the hammock.

This routine continued every night for three more weeks. I had picked up a few words of their language, but it was very difficult. Watching the young girls bath in the pool below the small waterfall was a favorite pastime of mine. One day the girls scattered from the pool running into the camp yelling. Into the camp came some white men with rifles and handguns. They saw my blond hair and yelled a greeting. I was relieved I was found, but somehow did not want to leave this Garden of Eden. We had a feast that night, and I forgot to warn everyone about the local booze and they passed out before the festivities were half over. It wasn’t 5 minutes before they were totally naked. The women stripped them and dragged/carried them to the pool. I did not realize they stank, but these beautiful people did. My rescuers were unceremoniously thrown into the cold water. The girls and women jumped into the water with them and after the yelling and cursing were over, allowed the women to wash them all over. The older women were going to burn their clothes, but I managed to stop them. They washed them, instead.

When we retired for the night, my friends from the outside were taken into some huts and the women of the village almost fucked their brains out. Shrinka and I listened to the activity and smiled. When we went to bed, instead of the normal activity, Shrinka allowed me to kiss her. She was a fast learner and soon was enjoying the kissing. I kissed my way down to her breasts and kissed first one and then the other sucking and nipping on her nipples. I spent extra time on her clitoris and she became like one possessed. When I waited for her to roll over, she grasped my dick and guided it to her pussy. She pointed to the baby and smiled and pulled me down into her. I went past her maidenhead with hardly a hesitation. I saw her flinch, but as soon as I was in her, she started bucking, throwing her legs around my waist and digging her nails into my back. Thank goodness she kept them trimmed short, as she is a strong woman. He pussy was so hot and slick and tight it was marvelous. She came and screamed something very loud and just kept bucking and heaving. She then had a second orgasm. She stiffened and shuddered as the orgasm racked her body. This brought me off and I shot my load into this very young body. As I lay atop of her resting, I noticed someone watching us. It was her father, her mother, all the young women from the pool, and most of the village. At first I was frightened, but I realized they were smiling. Her father said something and dragged me from his daughter. He reached down and grabbed me by my dick and pointed at it saying something to the village and they all laughed and clapped.

The next morning before we left, she presented me with my clothes, mended and clean. She kissed me and pointed to her belly then to the baby and smiled as she rubbed my crotch. She then started crying and ran back to the village. We arrived back in civilization in about 2 weeks. It’s been two years since that crash, and I sometimes wish to go back and live with those simple, loving people with no cares in the world.