Marta Horakova is a strapping young Czech woman who swaggered into our offices late last year. “I’m going to go on a ship to Pakistan,” she said in slightly faltering, heavily accented English, “and live with this Pakistani sailor I’ve just met. I want to sneak across the border into Afghanistan and play with the mujahedeen.”
The mujahedeen play pretty rough, as the Soviet Red Army discovered, but that would never dissuade Marta. This is one tough Czech chick: With barely two Czech koruny in her pocket, she fled Prague, where she’d been a biology student, to defect to the West. She was interned in a camp in Austria where the cramped quarters and endless waiting created an atmosphere of free-for-all sex and voyeurism. That these camps, packed with Eastern European refugees, even exist in today’s Europe is one of the great untold stories.
Then Marta made off and traveled the length and breadth of Europe without a passport or papers of any kind. Coming to the United States, she settled in New York, and took up a traditional New York immigrant occupation driving a cab, baseball bat by her side.
Now she had the wanderlust again. The Pakistani sailor was going to try to pass her off to the captain as his wife. Money? She had fifteen hundred dollars. Visa? She didn’t have one. This was Tuesday, and she was leaving on Thursday.
And then we got a package from Thailand with this story. “There was a change of plans,” she’d written on the rice-paper stationery of a Bangkok company, “and I found myself in Thailand. I really like it here.”
That’s putting it mildly, as this story attests Marta gives us a glimpse of the lush jungle north of Bangkok, a red-hot Thai sex scene, as no one else could. N.F.
Tropical nights come suddenly. Mark, Tuu and I were still watching the waterfall in the jungle when the hot sun disappeared and it got dark. Mosquitoes started to bite. “We are got malaria’” Tuu yelled. So we rushed back to the campground.
Khao Yai National Park was just some one hundred seventy kilometers north of Bangkok, but its vegetation, gloriously green even at the beginning of the dry season, and its numerous jungle trails following the cool river punctuated with waterfalls created the illusion that you were happily lost in the middle of nowhere, that you would never find your way back to civilization and that you didn’t want to. I desperately wished to have somebody with a horny, hard cock to remind me that there were still men in the world. Just a few days before, in Bangkok, it had seemed that there were too many women available for anybody to really want me.
But here in the campground it was different. Thai hikers don’t go to the wilderness in mixed-up groups of women and men: We could only see several bunches of young men, and here and there three, four, five girls camping together. Upon our return to the campground, Tuu my young, petite, terribly shy Thai friend , Mark my American friend, who’d been trying for weeks to get into Tuu’s panties and I were sitting around a camp fire, talking to a group of young Thai men with a guitar. Of course, we only could talk with the help of Tuu, who bravely translated.
The jungle smells at night. It brims with thousands of fragrant flowers and roots, it smells of wet red soil, it invites you to enter it, and at the same time it threatens you with unknown danger.
Gueu, a dark and handsome Thai guy, appeared next to me all of a sudden. He touched the ends of my long, blonde hair as if it were gold, with a shy and curious hand. He asked Tuu to tell me that he liked me a lot and that he’d like to take me to the jungle with him. He knew how to live in the jungle he was a soldier.
I cocked my head and examined his chocolate-colored Asian face. “Maybe,” I replied. “Maybe.”
“Ma-be?” he repeated. “Pe wah ah lai?” “What does it mean?” he asked Tuu. She explained it to him.
“No ma-be!” he yelled. “You must!” Well, he did speak some English after all.
But I was in the mood to tease him. I noticed Tuu’s disapproving look when, in the semidarkness, Gueu tried to feel me up. While so many tourists regard Thailand as a sexual paradise because of its numerous bars and massage parlors which are illegal, by the way and assume that all Thai women are on the make, Tuu was your average virtuous middle-class girl. She was probably lamenting that she’d come with us. Mark tried to grab Tuu’s hand as so many times before , and as so many times before Tuu hit him furiously in his arm and turned her back to him.
I could feel my heart beat like crazy when I smelled Gueu’s short but muscular dark body next to mine. We didn’t touch, but I already felt the heat and strength of his body, and it transformed into considerable wetness in my crotch. I tried to pronounce his name a few time. “Ma-be, Gueu, ma-be…”
At ten o’clock at night we went in a minibus to watch wild animals. The driver slowly navigated the narrow, curvy jungle roads, and with a flashlight we tried to get a glimpse of an elephant or antelope. Every now and then the bus stopped, and we could see the long, pointed ears of an antelope or an elephant’s fast gray shadow. But the real jungle animal, wild-smelling, dark and rare, had his hot claws all over me, touching my hair, neck and shoulders under my light sweatshirt, my braless tits with nipples hard and aching for his mouth. It took him ages to move his hand down to my belly, and we saw a few more antelope in the meanwhile. Each time he pointed at an antelope brought him a little bit closer to me. I prayed for more antelope. When he finally put his whole palm on my belly, and then slowly lower and lower between my legs, he found a private, horny cave, damp and hot like the jungle in the morning.
I didn’t dare to grab his cock, although I wanted to do it badly. I only saw a promising bulge in his pants. He sat there cross-legged, poor guy, and pointed out more antelope. We had already attracted too many glances and I didn’t want to make my private pleasure a public spectacle. Tuu was already looking at me with disgust, and I didn’t want her to think that I was a “bad girl” a “bad girl,” according to Tuu, was anybody who would ever fuck a guy without a formal engagement.
“You go-o? Jungle?” Gueu asked me.
At that moment I would have gone with him to heaven and hell, or any other place he’d find suitable for fucking me. But circumstances left me no choice but to tease. “Maybe,” I said again. “Maybe.”
The trip finally ended, the minibus returned to the campsite, stopped and all of us jumped out.
I went back to Mark’s van with Mark and Tuu.
“Please, you stay,” Tuu begged me. “Mark, he try to get me, you know. I am scared. “
“Don’t worry, Tuu,” I said. “He’s a good guy. He’s not gonna hurt you.”
And I turned to go to the toilet. Gueu, still not quite sure how things would develop, followed me: a short, silent shadow with a knife hanging on his belt. He was a soldier, he knew how to live in the jungle. And I trusted him.
The toilet was a little wooden cottage with a hole to defecate in, and a bucket of water to flush. I opened the squealing door quickly so that nobody else could get in. But wiry Gueu did.
His English was better than I thought. “I fuck you!” he whispered wildly with that sweet, monotone Asian accent. “I love you! I fuck you!”
He whispered again and again in my ears, kissing me against the rough wooden wall. My nose was full of his sweat, and I was overwhelmed by the heat of his strong body. “I fuck you!” he repeated.
When he was covering my face and neck with a million soft warm kisses, I could feel that familiar weakness in my legs. I wanted to fall down and melt in his arms, but I said, “Gueu, not here! Not here! Not in this shitty place!”
He was pulling down his pants. “I fuck you!”
But I needed him badly. He caught me around the waist and licked my neck. “I fuck you!” he repeated again.
“Yes, Gueu! Oh yes!” I moaned.
“Yes! I like it! I like it!” he whispered. No, I was not afraid. He knew I wanted him, and he would not hurt me. But now I was like a wild animal to him, like a wild animal, that he, the jungle boy, had to have.
And I had to have the jungle animal.
He pushed his body against mine, and while his left hand fumbled with my breasts, his right hand caressed my hair and combed it through so gently that it made me sigh.
I felt his gorgeous cock pushing against my belly, and I almost forgot to breathe.
It was all I could do to not scream and wake up the whole campground.
But I did. I screamed and moaned with uncontrollable joy when Gueu, the jungle animal, pulled down both our pants and without further hesitation eased his stone-hard cock into my sacred place. Behind my back I could feel the rough logs of the “rest room” wall, and Gueu’s mouth, hands and exotic body odor were all over me. I dug my fingernails into his shoulders and pulled him as close to me as I could. My pussy danced on his cock in a wild rhythm of Southeast Asia. It pulled on and grasped the lovely wide head of his cock, and he panted and moaned with pleasure as our crotches spoke to each other in a much more universal language than our mouths could. It didn’t take long, and my tightening pussy let Gueu know that I was on the verge of coming. He began pushing his cock harder, and then slowly withdrawing it. But my pussy pulled him back until both of us came together.
And there we stood, Gueu and me, embraced in a happy half-surprise, until his cock shrank out of my pussy and left it satisfied, but already so lonely. We kissed each other hungrily. “I love you!” he whispered again. It felt like waking up from a long dream. I bent down and pulled up my sweatpants. My panties were soaked with both our juices, and the musky smell filled the whole cabin.
Gueu picked up his pants from the floor. Then I heard the soft Thai voices right behind the wall. Gueu’s friends had been listening!
I took two steps to the door and hesitated, my hand on the latch. “What are they talking about, Gueu? What do they want?”
But Gueu was standing silently behind me, kissing my neck with his wide, soft lips. He stroked my tits, weighing each of them in his palms, and gently rubbing both nipples between two fingers of each of his hands. I needed more cock!
I unlatched the door and opened it a crack.
And there stood a whole herd of dark-skinned Thais, Gueu’s fellow soldiers, smiling politely.
“Gueu, what do they want?” I repeated. But Gueu was smiling.
One of them stepped up and stroked my face. I could feel his hot breath on my ear. His ready hands found my tits and squeezed them. He said something to me in Thai.
I knew what he wanted, knew what they all wanted I’d seen this sort of thing in the camp, but always felt too shy to join in. Now I was ready.
It was dark, and I couldn’t make out their faces. I wanted to get to know each one a little, before he stuck his cock into my cunt. I thought it was my right to know at least their names.
“What’s your name?” I whispered, although everyone for miles must know by now what was going on.
“All we want to fuck you,” explained one who spoke some English.
“All of you?”
The one who spoke some English uttered a few words in Thai. I leaned on the wooden wall. With a million hands all over me, I could feel my pussy ache for each and every one of them. I bent down swiftly and pulled my pants and panties all the way to my ankles again. Then a finger found my pussy and rubbed it, examining its readiness. Lips bit my earlobes. “Praphan,” I heard. “Ma name, Praphan…” I found his shoulder in the dark. He was shirtless. I ran my hand down and stroked his body, then grabbed his cock with both hands.
The crowd was growing impatient. Praphan stepped even closer to me, and with a push he let me know what he wished. I helped him find the opening of my pussy and guided his cock in. Both of us sighed with pleasure. His cock was gentle, big and quick. Sounds of approval could be heard from the crowd as we rocked back and forth, fucking our brains out. I came again and again, and my legs grew weak. He squeezed my ass hard and jammed my cunt on his cock. When he was finished, he kissed me good-bye, and another man stepped forward.
He told me his name, and I told him mine. He pushed his cock against my belly, demanding immediate admission to my cunt. I stroked his body and his cock for a minute, just to get to know him a little, and then I let him in.
And so it went, on and on. Each of them gave me his name and I gave him some pussy. I didn’t know how many there were. I didn’t count how many times my body twisted and turned in one of the tremendous orgasms this bathroom gang bang brought me. Sometimes I thought that my body and my cunt couldn’t take it anymore I wanted to beg them to please leave me alone, let me breathe for a minute. But then another shadow would give me his name, and when he pressed his cock against my throbbing, aching, swollen pussy lips, I knew that yes, I could do it, I could keep doing it forever.
When the last name in the row squeezed my ass, giving me the last dose of thick come juice, someone opened the wooden door and we emerged onto the moonlit campground. God knows how many people had heard me scream God only knows if Tuu would talk to me tomorrow. But I didn’t care! The long, fabulous gang bang seemed to connect me to the night, to the country, to the whole bunch of dark-faced soldiers, and to the jungle itself. Almost unable to walk, I leaned on Gueu’s shoulder, and we made our way slowly and silently to Mark’s van. The crescent of the moon hung high in the sky like a broken silver dish, shedding its unearthly light on the land, trees, animals and people.
Tuu’d had plenty of time to start hating me, I thought, peering through the open window inside Mark’s van. I kind of expected to see Tuu leaning frightfully against the wall, wrapped in a blanket up to her chin tropical night or not to protect herself against Mark. But quite a different view met my eye tonight: They were sleeping peacefully in a happy embrace, both striped with the silver-gray light of the moon, one of Tuu’s girlish breasts resting on Mark’s broad chest. The good girl Tuu opened one of her charming eyes, looked at me silently, and with a little motion of her hand stroked Mark’s belly. It looked like the last sequence of a love-story movie.
Gueu took my hand and led me down to the river, to a waterfall that over the years had formed a natural lake. We quickly undressed and jumped in. Gueu, his wild, uncombed hair glistening in the moonlight, streams of silver running down his arms and face, kissed and stroked my body all over as if for the first time. He kissed my eyes, my lips, my nipples. He stroked the inner side of my thighs, and as I floated in the refreshing water, he touched my pussy with the tips of his fingers, gently feeling my swollen lips and kissing me lightly and hungrily, getting me ready for further action. I’d fucked a good deal that night, but now wanted to make love.
Right under the waterfall, where the lake was deepest, the falling water created millions of silver bubbles. The bubbles exploded all over my body, on my thighs and in my crotch, as Gueu, still holding me in his strong olive-brown arms, gently opened my legs and then my pussy lips, letting the bubbles touch and tickle my clit. He just held me there, gently rubbing the tip of his cock against my thigh until I just couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed his cock and, diving underwater, stuck its whole length hungrily in my mouth. Gueu held my head in his hands and yelled out loud with pleasure when I tightened my lips on the strawberry-shaped head of his cock and sucked it like a candy. That’s how it tasted to me. I had to breathe only once and then I swallowed him again. Soon his cock became fully erect, throbbing, moving up and down in my mouth.
He ate my pussy a little, washing and stroking it with his tongue, and let the water bubbles tickle and soothe it. When I was almost ready to come again, he seated me on a boulder behind the waterfall and entered me for the second time that night. This time he did it slowly, slowly, and for a long, long time. My eyes couldn’t see anymore, so I closed them and just melted, trembling in his arms. We kissed deeply again. I spoke to him in Czech, he spoke to me in Thai and we understood each other’s every single word.
Then we sat on the muddy bank for a while. Again we felt and stroked each other and fucked and fucked. We were in the middle of the jungle, and yet I felt so safe in Gueu’s muscular arms I wanted to stay and fuck him there forever.