THE ABATHANDI ADVENTURE
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CHAPTER 5: THE LETTER
Weeks later, Summer was swimming when she discovered a metal container floating in the ocean.
Rick was lying on the sand watching her. He was as nude as she was. The only thing he ever wore now was a tiny loincloth that covered only the exact dimensions of their genitalia were he standing perfectly still in calm air, held up by a string that dipped into the cleavage of his ass. She wore nothing more than a skirt around her hips that dipped to just above the start of her sex, ended just below her sex, and in back showed enough to accentuate her muscular ass. Summer's only other modesty was when her long, flowing hair occasionally covered her breasts.
The two had settled into the adult life of the village. The women gathered plants and fruit, while the men hunted with arrows for beasts, or stood in the ocean water and fished with spears. Everyone ate together at night, and drank a sweet drink created from the island's berries with the island's citrus fruits in it.
Some nights people would dance to drums and islanders playing something that worked like a flute created from a hollowed-out tree branch, or something like that worked like a horn, made from a hollowed-out animal horn. Other nights the young men would wrestle or swim against each other, the latter before the sun set.
Those not participating would watch seated on the ground, the women leaning back against their men's bodies. The men would nuzzle them, and sometimes mischievously play with their breasts. The women would sometimes grind their asses against their men's genitals. It would end with the men getting up and helping their women get up, or their women getting up as a signal to their men, and they would walk back to their huts, holding hands.
Every night ended with the cries of women, including Summer, reaching another blissful orgasm at the hands, or mouths, or penises of their mates, including Rick. They would fall asleep in each other's arms, wake up the next morning, and go for an ocean swim, often interrupted by more lovemaking, on the beach or in the water, unless they had already made love before swimming.
Rick's body was now adorned with two tattoos. One, on his back, symbolized the giant bird that had flown around them the day of their Joining. The other, on his chest, was of a snake, which curved down his chest to his genitals, which appeared to come out of the snake's giant head.
They walked naked to the tattooing. Summer rode on Rick's shoulders to show off her man.
"Damyrah said you should carry me," she said.
Then after a while, she said, "Walk ... more ... carefully."
"Why?" he asked.
"Because ... I'm going ... to come," she said, grinding her hips into his neck while sitting almost six feet in the air.
The tattooing process was painful to the point of being a nearly out-of-body experience for Rick. Summer relieved his pain by keeping him erect by hand and by mouth, though not allowing him to orgasm until the process ended, when she lowered her head to his groin and sucked on him until Rick orgasmed, releasing endorphins to block the pain.
Summer had a tattoo on her back too. It was of the tentacled creature in the river. The tattoo process required Summer to lay down over Rick and keep his cock inside her. He held her while the tattoo was applied onto her skin. His cock inside her got an erotic pulse every time the artists tapped onto her back. He kissed her every time she whimpered with the pain, and thrusted briefly to replace her pain with erotic pleasure.
The process took several hours. When the tattooing was complete, Rick carefully pushed upward into Summer. She responded. Moments later they orgasmed, producing more endorphins. The artists gently helped Summer off of Rick, and then Rick tenderly picked her up, one hand on her ass and one behind her knees as she leaned forward.
"No," she said. "I want to ride you again."
"Isn't that going to hurt?" he said.
"I don't care," she said.
And so she rode him back, her only concession flipping her hair toward the front so it wouldn't brush her still-raw tattooed back. Rick's back had already healed. He again felt her squirm against his neck.
They encountered two women who wanted to see all his tattoos. Summer stretched her legs out for them to see while she held on to Rick's head.
By the time they got back to their hut, Summer was healed. Rick had to go down on his knees to let her off. She demonstrated her healing by standing on her feet, walking in front of Rick, then pushing Rick onto the ground, where they proceeded to make love again with her on top, her breasts sliding over the tattooed snake.
"You don't know how long I've been waiting for that," she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked. It had been an entire half-hour since they had last had sex to conclude her tattoo session.
"When those women came up to us to see your tattoo, I was just about to come."
Since then, Rick and his chest tattoo had attracted considerable female attention. They would walk in the village only to have women come up to them wanting, after a conversation Rick couldn't decipher, to see the rest of the tattoo. Summer would then pull down his loincloth to reveal the rest of the tattoo, making Rick's cock pop out like a warped version of "Pop Goes the Weasel." They would not just look at the tattoos, but feel them, placing their dark hands on his lighter skin, as if expecting his skin to feel different from theirs.
More conversation took place. A woman then would grab Rick's cock and balls and lift them. Summer would say something. Then the woman would start to massage Rick's genitals, making them of course grow and harden. Summer not only was not apparently upset at their groping him, she actively invited it, as if she was showing him off.
Two days earlier, a young woman with dazzling light green eyes, having seen Rick's cock as shown off by Summer, bent over in front of Rick, then pushed against his genitals with her ass. Summer picked up Rick's cock and pushed it between her legs, and there, standing in the middle of the path with people walking by as though this sort of thing happened all the time, the girl's sex clapsed onto Rick's cock, they rocked together for a little while with Summer standing next to him turning his head to hers so they could kiss, and Rick exploded his load into her.
The woman then got up and kissed Rick, then Summer, and walked off nude, using her loincloth to tie her hair back in the heat instead of putting it back on.
"What the hell was that?" said Rick when he could speak.
"She said she wanted you, but she didn't want to live with you," said Summer, laughing at Rick's dumbfounded look. "She said she was with you a long time ago."
