I had stayed the extra day in Caracas even though it wasn’t a major destination for me. It just had been a stopping point between places I wanted to see. I was waiting for the weather to clear over Canaima Park. Canaima Park is home to Angel Falls, the highest waterfall in the world.
I had always considered it one of those once in a lifetime places to see. Since I was going that way, I made sure I would see it. When I checked weather the next day, the Internet is making it a small world, the weather had cleared up to just scattered clouds. I took off from Caracas and headed southeast to the southern highlands of Venezuela.
At some point in time in history, the highlands of Venezuela and the Amazon basin went different ways. There is a line of cliffs marking where one part went up and the other went down. The cliffs soar up over a thousand meters from the jungle below. I’m sure it was this that inspired Conan Doyle to write The Lost World about a plateau so high it was lost in time. There isn’t such a place actually, but it is a wonderful story.
I dodged a few larger clouds as I approached the park. When the GPS put me two miles out I still couldn’t see a thing. I was still over the flat plateau of the highlands. It was only once I had passed over the point according to the GPS that I could look back and see it. I circled around and flew by the falls. Then I dropped down and flew by 500 feet above the ground looking up at his incredible waterfall as it poured of the plateau above and cascaded 3,000 feet down the cliffs to the jungle below.
I’m sure I could have circled around forever, or ran out of gas but that would have been embarrassing so I turned south, added power to get back up to altitude and turned towards Manaus. Manaus is a city with a history. At one time, the only place to get rubber was Brazil. The city of Manaus grew up in the middle of the Amazon built on the trade in rubber and the monopoly of Brazil in the trade. The trade brought incredible wealth to Manaus. The residents even built a European style Opera House and brought in the best singers from Europe to perform.
But those damn English were always going somewhere to steal something, whether it was the marbles from the Parthenon or rubber trees from Brazil. An Englishman took the rubber plant seeds and planted them in their colonies in Ceylon, India and anywhere they controlled. That broke the monopoly and busted the economy of Manaus. The city lived on, a shadow of its former splendor, sleepy in the heat of the Amazon. Now it mostly lives on tourism to the Amazon.
I checked into the hotel and they hooked me up with a tour company. It was scheduled to tour the Amazon the next day early. I sampled the night life of Manaus but hit the bed early. After coating myself with industrial strength insect repellant, the kind the military gives soldiers for jungle warfare, I went downstairs. A bus picked me up and took me down to the waterfront. There was a diverse group, mostly young women, which I thought was promising, not at all what I expected, but promising. They put us on a motor launch and off we went up the Rio Negros, the other major river of the Amazon basin.
About two hours up river, we changed to canoes and split up into several groups. I was in a canoe with four women, two guides and me. We went off one of the smaller tributary rivers into the jungle. The guides would often point out various birds and monkeys. I swear to God I don’t know how these guys could spot them sometimes. They would also point out snakes and Caimans swimming by. That was a little less fun. One time a snake swam right into the side of the canoe and tried to get in, making the girl in front of me scream and nearly tip the canoe over jumping away from the snake. The guide screamed at her saying something in Portuguese. I suspect he wasn’t complimenting her ancestry. Luckily, we didn’t understand. By then of course, the snake had fallen behind and continued on his way.
As we paddled along one guide broke out some tackle and we took turns fishing. We caught several fish, most of which the guides would throw back. We did catch three fairly good size fish the guides kept. By then, we where paddling up small channels making our way slowly up stream. After two hours or so, they pulled in to the shore at a camp site. It is a generous description to call it a camp site. But there was a roof of corrugated tin which would keep the daily rain off us.
After making the canoe fast, the guides took us out into the jungle. At one time, the guide froze, as we did following him. Right in front of him was a snake hanging from a branch. This turned out to be an extremely poisonous snake. He slowly backed away telling us it was a green pit viper. We gladly followed him a different direction.
During the hike we saw monkeys up in the trees and it sounded like we heard thousands. We ran across a capybara mother and youngster wallowing in a muddy stream but she disappeared when she saw us. I wanted to see a jaguar but luckily I suppose we didn’t meet one. The guides did carry guns, just in case.
Suddenly, we stepped between two tall trees and wound up back in camp. I have no idea how we circled around when it seemed we had been heading away the whole time. I could see how easy it would be for a tenderfoot to get lost in that jungle. All of us were beat since the heat and humidity took it out of us non jungle dwellers. The camp had hammocks strung between trees under the roof and all of us settled in for a siesta.
We slept away much of the afternoon. Even so, the camp area was alive with animals. Monkeys would climb around the trees and birds were everywhere. One guide came running into camp and woke everyone. He took us down to the stream and pointed out a head. It was an anaconda swimming up stream. Even though we could only see the head, we could see the disturbance the body made swimming. The snake was longer than our canoe. Cameras clicked like crazy as it went by. We all went back to camp and talked about the snake. As dark fell, the guides started a fire and threw the fish we had caught over it.
As I had said, there were four girls on the trip. Two were friends from the US and two were friends from Denmark. The two Americans were typically standoffish. But the Danish girls were friendly and we had talked a lot during the day. I hit it off with one girl, Helsa, who spoke excellent English. After dinner, as the fire died down, we crawled into the hammocks. She took one next to me while the American women made sure they were as far away from me as they could be. We talked as the fire burned down. At one point, Helsa reached out and we held hands as we talked.
Helsa said we should be quiet so the others could go to sleep. But she wanted to talk, so she climbed over and got into the hammock with me, ‘so we could talk.’ It was cozy. Pretty soon, I kissed her and it went from there. Let me say, hammock sex is not all it’s cracked up to be. There isn’t any way for vigorous movement so sixty-nine or similar positions are out. As we kissed Helsa got more turned on and moved her hand down into my pants. I was already erect and having her hands on my cock spiked the pressure. We skinned out of our pants. The only way to do it in a hammock is side by side slowly. Not that Helsa seemed to mind a slow languorous screw.
It really takes two to make it work and we finally got into position without spilling ourselves onto the ground. She helped guide me in. We began slow rocking, rubbing against all those wonderful places. We gradually both rose higher and higher, slowly rocking together. At one time the fire flared up a little and I could see Kira, Helsa’s friend in the next hammock. She had her hand in her pants. She saw me looking over and smiled, before closing her eyes as the dark returned.
My back muscles were getting a little tired as we slowly fucked. Finally, I could feel Helsa getting closer and closer to her climax. She moaned and moved a little faster, then spasmed around my cock. I let go and felt my balls pull up, then flood her pussy with my cum. It was a little different kind of climax, a gentler one, if that makes sense. Helsa grabbed me and pulled herself to me, rocking her pussy against me as I came. We lay there connected as I slowly lost my erection and slipped out. We kissed and caressed each other. Finally, she climbed out of the hammock and went to hers. I fell asleep to the sounds of the jungle and Helsa talking quietly with Kira.
In the morning, Helsa smiled beautifully and Kira winked at me. The two American women gave me dirty looks. Tough nuts. We packed up after breakfast, provided by the guides, and headed back downriver. We paddled back to the base camp and took the motor boats back to Manaus.
Kira and Helsa wanted to get together for the night life that night. We went to the Ponta Negra where we strolled the boulevard. We went into a club and danced. I enjoyed dancing with two women at once, kind of different for me though the girls didn’t seem to think it unusual at all.
I walked them back to their hotel and they invited me up to the room. What happened next surprised me, as it was Kira who initiated the action. She started undressing, then grabbed Helsa and had her get undressed, they wrestled a little as they pulled each others clothes off, laughing. When they were naked they flopped onto the couch as Helsa said, “Your turn. We get to watch,” as they giggled.
Who was I to argue with two naked women? I started undressing as they watched, laughing and smiling and I hope saying nice things, but it was in Danish so I’ll never know for sure.
Kira bounced up from the couch when I was naked and pulled me to the bed, kissing me as we fell onto the bed. She told me she had gone crazy listening to Helsa and me the night before and it was her turn. On the bed, we had more room for sex and wound up in a sixty nine. I lapped at her pussy getting a face full of girl cream. After a climax she turned around and mounted me. The window was open allowing the moonlight in. I could see Helsa put her hand between her thighs as Kira mounted my cock. Apparently that wasn’t satisfactory as Helsa climbed onto the bed and sat on my face while Kira bounced on my cock.
I couldn’t see a thing as I had a face full of girl but my mind went crazy imagining a porno movie, the girls kissing as they both rode me. I’m sure nothing actually happened but my imagination, but it made the experience even more intense having those fantasies playing in my head. Kira came and rolled off as Helsa switched and sat down on my cock. After Helsa came, I grabbed Kira and mounted her, giving her a good screw until I came. The three of us fell asleep in a jumble on the bed.
I wanted to get out early since I had a long flight to the coast. I tried to leave quietly, but Kira woke as I tried to get out of bed. She grabbed me by a convenient handle and applied her lips. That made me lay back on the bed as Helsa woke up and joined in rubbed her tits all over my chest. There is no way in the world I could leave then. So I grabbed Kira, turned her around and fucked her from behind. She came and fell flat, so I grabbed Helsa, turned her around and grabbed her hips and did the same. As she climaxed I emptied what little juice I had left after the night into her upturned pussy.
When they were pleasantly satisfied, I quickly dressed, explained why I had to go now. They gave me their addresses in Denmark along with e-mail and kissed me passionately before letting me go. It was still almost mid day before I got the plane ready.
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