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Pierre d'Amour

Tupan's Bride

A little Princess from the Jungle takes on the World!





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Tupan's Bride

 

Tupan's Bride

by Pierre d'Amour

BookRix Edition 2018

Copyright by Amé

 

 

Pierre d'Amour:

TUPAN'S BRIDE

 

A little Princess from the Jungle takes on the World!

 

 

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1 - A Summer in Kalimantan

 

A Summer in Kalimantan

 

My younger twin sisters Seriba and Sira were playing at the stream, they were completely naked and were rubbing each other with the healthy white mud from the bank, they were both extremely beautiful girls and were just entering the age of sexual curiosity. Their boyish bodies were just beginning to fill out with the soft female padding, which was driving the boys crazy with lust - in a few years they would be the talk of the whole Kayan valley and would attract suitors from far and wide! My first red moon had bloomed two months ago and since then I was craving to be touched: I had become fertile and was surely to be married soon, as it was the custom, but I was scared! In our stubborn society boys and girls still got circumcised before the wedding ceremony with the silly promise, to have more fun in the hammock, but I couldn't understand the need for pain to feel more pleasure - the bloody ritual made no sense to me!

 

I had watched the circumcision of my brother Angin from far, he was going to be married but his bride never showed up, the Balong Family had claimed, that she was taken by a crocodile instead! I had heard him screaming in pain and kicking like a mule to get away, then he was bleeding for three days before he was able to piss again without cries of agony - I could only imagine the pain I would have to suffer after the knife was taken to my hypersensitive clitoris! I was watching the Pinang boys washing themselves in the water on the other side of the stream, I could clearly see their dickels and when they were teasing each other they both got a decent erection, I was fascinated by their erotic games and I was adoring those hard dancing dervishes - they were perfectly beautiful and there was absolutely no need to cut something off them! The pleasure of having a husband surely came with a painful price tag in the Kayan jungle and I would consider my options carefully before I was opening my legs for a bloody hunting knife!

 

By now Seriba and Sira had spotted the aroused boys as well and were waving their hands and shouting encouragements, they were jumping around naked like little vixens and didn't feel any shame! We Iban people had come from heaven and were children of the Gods, we loved to be naked and the word shame hadn't been existing in our vocabulary until Reverend Peddersen came along to explain it to us. The advice to be properly covered under the all-seeing eyes of the Lord came from the tall blond Dutchman from the Christian mission at Long Sawang, he was convinced, that we all were sinners and soon we all would end up in the eternal fire of hell! Normally the Iban girls were proud to show themselves topless, but some of the older and more religious women had began to wear blouses and shirts to get a credit in heaven - I was just wearing a simple loincloth and when I was watching the two boys frolicking in the water I felt the ants moving in and my pussy began to itch again: I needed a lover soon, of that I was sure!

 

Reverend Peddersen had also spoken about the importance of unconditional love and the necessity of constant forgiveness to gain access to the heavenly paradise - and sometimes it seemed to me, that he was loving to ogle our cute naked little titties through his big spectacles and was forgiving us the sin of being beautiful instantly! I found the story of his hero Jesus quite astonishing, the idea to sacrifice your life for the sins of your brothers was a doctrine we Ibans had never thought about: we were always quick to kill and to ask questions later! Our ancestors had collected the heads of their enemies on their shelves and been rewarded with trinkets or promotions for their bravery - for our people murder had never been a sin but it had always been: the Reverend was absolutely right! He had this gentle way of persuasion I couldn't resist, he had the words I was longing for and I never got bored to listen to his sermons about angels and devils, about the attraction between the sexes and the eternal temptation to sin!