Koopah

I watched her climb the ladder, my seed drying on her buttocks, and said, “Oh my God. I become stranded, and the first person I meet is a female Tarzan.” Once inside the treehouse, she waved for me to climb. I did, careful not to look down as I had a slight fear of high places. “You probably have some Neanderthal name, don’t you?” She gave me a puzzled look. “Never mind. Suppose I’ll find out--” I reached up for the last “rung,” and she took my hand, pulling me. “I’m hurryin, I’m hurryin.” With her help, I crawled into the house, then she drew a curtain along the hole serving as the doorway. “You don’t like storms, huh? That’s probably how it happened.” She crawled over to me and cuddled close, waiting for something. Then I heard the rain against the leaves, saw a flash outside, and the thunder sounded. We both jumped from how loud that clap was. “Damn. That one was really close.”



She held me closer, and I saw her biting her lip. I frowned. “Definitely how it happened.” I put my arms around her, and she relaxed against me. I looked around, pulled a blanket over, and then covered us both up. I soon felt her breathing easily against me, and the rain helped me join her in sleep.



The next morning (or possibly that afternoon; I had lost my watch, as well), I woke to find us spooning, her still asleep. I gave her neck a light kiss, then went to look for food, and also to check out what I could of the island (if in fact it was an island) without stranding too far from the treehouse. I managed to gather fruit and coconuts, and also was able to see that I was on an island (the shoreline seemed endless, as far as I could tell). Climbing back into the treehouse, I saw that she had woken up, and was curled up, afraid. I set the food aside, and went to her. Immediately she wrapped her arms around me, whispering in her language. I could tell what she was saying, and kissed her gently before telling her, “All right. I’ll never leave again without you.” To emphasize this, I pointed to myself and the doorway, shaking my head, then me, her and the door, nodding. She nodded too and smiled, then held me closer. Her breasts against me were having their effect again. I thought she felt it when she grinned at me and said, “Koopah?”



I kissed her again, and said it back. She immediately got on all fours, butt facing me, and I knelt beside her. “I’m going to show you other ways to do koopah,” I said. I then guided her onto her back and kissed her more, feeling her breasts. She seemed afraid at this new position, but then I began suckling her nipple and she relaxed. She was so relaxed that she gently took my shaft in her hand and started squeezing. I then showed her how to stroke it, and she began doing that. My hand made its way to between her legs, and I stroked the lips I found there, making her moan and gasp. She spread her legs for me, and I settled myself between them. I rubbed the helmet of my cock against her clitoris, causing her to arch her back. I kissed her neck, running my cock head up and down her pussylips, feeling her get wet while sensing her warmth.



Well-lubed and as erect as I could be, I guided myself into her, groaning as her sex hugged me and pulled me in. I kissed her lips, my tongue lightly tracing them. I told her to open her mouth, and mimicked it. She did, and I slid my tongue in, licking and tickling hers as my member slid in further. I put her legs around my waist and began pumping. I placed a hand on her thigh while groping her breast, and thrust faster, moaning at the feel of her pussy hugging me tight. I squeezed the breast I was groping and bit down on the nipple gently, causing her to squeeze her nether muscles. That almost pushed me to orgasm, but I held back, pulling out.



Her puzzled look returned as I went to the fruit and took a banana. Then I knelt by her head, mimicked for her to watch me, and started sucking the butt-end of the banana. I licked the tip and sides, kissing the peel, then continued sucking, getting it as far into my mouth as I could, pumping the fruit in and out. Then I slipped the banana out of my mouth and pointed to it, my cock, and finally her. She still looked confused, but took my shaft in her hand and did as I did, sucking the tip gently, as though getting a taste for it. She then started licking the shaft, inadvertently tasting her own juices. I thought she liked what she was tasting, as she took half of me in one movement. I ran my fingers through her hair, breathing heavily as her tongue traced a vein in my cock. She took in more of my prick, then I felt the back of her throat. I thought not to teach her about deepthroating just yet and just let her suck me as deep as she could. I gently thrust in her mouth, careful not to frighten her. She didn’t seem frightened, however, as she licked my tip and pulled back to suck just that. Then I felt the back of her throat again and started thrusting faster. I placed a hand on her pussy, rubbing the nub. This caused her to climax, her scream muffled as she squirted on the treehouse floor, her thighs, and my hand. My thrusting sped up and I had an orgasm of my own. Her eyes widened as my seed fell on her tongue, but she swallowed what she was given, then started bobbing her head.



I smiled and gently slipped out of her mouth, then lay with her. I kissed her again, more gentle now, then said, “That’s one way to do koopah.”