Set in Amazonia

What do you do when faced with horny buttsluts?

Chapter 1 by horatio_bones horatio_bones

His name was Set Indiana Lion Bones. Yeah, he'd be the first to tell ya, with a smirk, that his parents were damn cool.
The other names were just 'cause... y'know, whatever. How about some more spirit in that drink girl? It's getting pretty hot in here, he'd say in his whiskey-soaked husky voice, twinkling his devilish rum-soaked eyes. Set, Indy, Lion, call him whatever.
He'd go on, talking to whatever pretty young lass was by his side, being all Mr Lothario, seducing her with his voice a spiced blend of all over the world. A noticeable southern drawl laced with a british accent (his schooling days) and touched up with the inflections of exotic foreign climes.

So what if his dark eyes kept darting to the gal's pushed out chest and her deep cleavage... either she was too tipsy or ditzy to notice (Set had a habit of picking up not the cleverest and classiest ladies around), or she didn't care, or was flattered. Attitudes were different here.
He draped one lazy arm around her and his hand rested on the side of her bust. Another guy may have been slapped with how far Set pushed some things, especially in the West. But Set was no other guy. He was Lion. And, carrying on his famous father Horatio Bones' legacy, he was an explorer, an adventurer. Looking for action, risks, danger, the wilderness, and of course any free drinks and curvaceous girls along the way. You only live once, and Set was living for more than one man. He'd fucked other explorers, librarians (research!), dancers, whores, bandits, thieves, pirates, farmer's wives and daughters, bar wenches, assassins, tribespeople, priestesses, other guy's brides, and even a princess. Most of them had been fucked intoxicated (him and her). About a third of them had large breasts, Set's main weakness and fetish, and a number more had hot bubble butts, his second attraction. It's a pity not more girls were blessed in such a way.

They all fell for him, for his raconteur charms, his sleazy arrogance... oh and his cock. Let's not forget that. For the type of girls that he went for, it wasn't hard to have them all over him when they found out that he had a thick eleven inch cock hanging down his leg. You could say he was quite the woman pleaser. Although sadly quite a few girls simply couldn't fit him in - or at least got scared and didn't try to, which always annoyed Set. He simply had to make do with a titfuck. Poor guy aye?
Well there was always the second crowd pleaser (except with a few hypocritical prudes) - Set never failed to enjoy seeing the looks on the girls’ faces as they found out first hand just how much cum he could produce. And after? Well let's just say he was blessed with his powers of recovery.
One of Set's goals was to become the next Don Juan, to become someone who may as well have been a legend, a myth. Maybe I am, he mused to himself. Attributes, skills, experiences and achievements such as his weren't very 'real world'. Maybe I'm just the sensational protaganist of another person's mind, he philosophised.
He sure had a pretty high opinion of himself. For good reason.

What was this girl's name again? She wasn't very bright (something which quite crudishly attracted him) but she was sexy and had a nice rack. He had found her in this small village off the Amazon, of which he was currently lying in a hut in after 'befriending' the locals. He was gonna leave the very next day (probably wise, as the girl was the village elder's daughter) to continue his exploration of the dangerous jungle south of the village, which was left blank on all maps he had acquired. He couldn't wait.

Set gave her big tit a squeeze and the girl giggled. 34E he guessed to himself. Not bad. He took another sip of his drink, whatever kind of fiery water they made here, and peeked out the hut. It had fallen dark fast in this place and various torches around the other huts had been lit, casting the collection of huts in a warm flickering glow. The girl asked him something in a foreign language, who knew what, but the tone of the voice was easy to pick up on for the experienced. Set grinned.

Turn in and have an early night?

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