12.05.2012, 03:57
Hier gehts weiter in den Sueden der Insel:
The hot South
The old Toyota 4 WD was working hard to find its path through the sand. 1 hour already in this hot desert region since they left Tulear airport. Hasso was scolding himself not to take along any water. The wind was drying up the body. And now this: a flat tyre. The driver was unimpressed as if it is a daily occurrence. After another 45 minutes all was settled and the ride could continue.
His cottage at Vovotleo Hotel was small but nicely decorated. Dinner French style served until 10:00. After that the generator will stop. A torch is the most important gadget to bring along. When Hasso was finding his way inland to the night spots, he could just feel the sandy path in the pale light of the half moon.
The disco boom boom was guiding him into the right direction. It was packed, Friday night. Just a few expats, many local guys alone and a bunch of girls: the putes. Hasso settled at the bar. After a while he fancied one tall slim girl. It looked as if she was with some other guys. But once he smiled at her, she immediately stood up and came to him:
“You are alone? Can I join you?”
“Yes, sure. Join me for the night”
“Where you stay?’
At the Vovotelo”
“OK, I come with you”
“20.000 as cadeaux, is it ok?”
Hasso settled with Laila for 30.000 – and from there she was his companion for the night: playful and sweet.
Flotsam
The beach at Manglivy stretches over 40 km, white sand and unpopulated. It is a large lagoon protected by an enormous coral reef with 2 main passes. The reef, 20 minutes out by boat, offers some pristine diving with a great density of life : lion, devils, scorpion fishes, garden eels, morays, striped catfishes, rays, coloured mantis shrimps, razor fishes, thousands of bassets, cardinal fishes and many others species. It was the usual morning activity for Hasso as a retired dive instructor to enjoy 1 dive after breakfast, back to the beach, some lunch and then a good siesta.
Today Hasso decided to skip the siesta but to go on a beach walk. There is always some flotsam to find.
He saw them playing in the shallow water of the lagoon from afar. They had fun. There was laughter when he came closer. Hasso took out his camera.
“A cadeaux, monsieur” little sis was begging.
“…pour fait l amour?”
“hihihi…non avec moi ..mais mon soer .vous voulez?”
Her sister got some mango shaped noono’s. But she was too shy to take off her T shirt here. Aside from this 2 frolicking nymphs Hasso could not see anyone else. He already had a fuck in the jungle, on a surfboard and in the Alps below zero degree. But here in the bush….? The sun will burn his bum red before he could finish the deed.
The group of three went off: Little Sis in front, searching for a place with some shade, Hasso in tow and Older Sis following, clearing the back. Problem with the bush is not only that these are low scrubs but that the ground is full of thorns. Finally Little Sis decided:
“Voila!”
and pointed on a grassy triangle under the only tree.
She walked some 20 m away squatting down and watching if there is anyone else coming. From time to time she was looking at Hasso and Old Sis if all is going well. It didn’t need much to get them starting: Hasso was just wearing Bahamas and Old Sis a skirt with no panties. She lied down, pulling up the skirt and showing her soft little bush of pubic hair. Without much foreplay, Hasso found his way into the tight cave. A soft moaning was her reply. They fucked quick and intense. 2 wild animals. The heat of primitive desire was pushing them. Hasso could feel her cramping and shivering when she climaxed. He couldn’t hold on and exploded. Both sweating and breathing heavy. They got up, brushed the leaves, sand and grass from their dress and walked each other into different directions. Hasso could hear some steps from behind. Little Sis:
“Le cadeaux…!”
He handed 5000 MGA in her little hand and off she was, jumping, waving that piece of paper in the air like a trophy. All 3 disappeared into different directions of the meanders of the bush. Wild animals hiding after mating.
Baobab Trees
The Baobab tree is native to Madagascar. Also called Bottle tree, Upside-down tree or Monkey bread tree. The species reach heights of 30 meters and have trunk diameters up to 11 meters. The unique shape makes it the source of many myths. Rafiki, in The Lion King, took his home in a baobab tree.
Hasso wanted to explore the outback’s to see those unique trees. He could join a travel group organized by the resort. But that was not his style. He rented a 400 cc Quad. That are those rough 4 wheel machines where bull riders take their training lessons. It’s a boy’s toy: direct handle bar steering needs muscles to keep it on track. Too much acceleration uphill and the quad-bull will throw off the rider over the back.
Can be fun, Hasso thought. He took off with not very precise directions on where to go. After 20 km zooming along the main road he realized he missed somewhere the turn off. Back to the last cottages a girl was walking out from a hut.
“Ou etes les Baobabs?” he stopped his bull and asked her.
“Ohh, la bas..”
“Allez, avec moi.?”
She climbed on the rattling machine behind him and without hesitation hold him tight. Guiding him on a small little path which he didn’t see before, they drove into the savannah. 20 minutes later Hasso could see a forest of those bottle shaped trees standing out with a clear deep blue sky behind. Stunning nature.
“Look, they got the same shape as my dick” he giggled.
“Really..?” and with that words her hand opening the zipper of his pants, finding the way to Hasso’s dick
“Ohh mon dieu..” stroking that Baobab made Hasso kicking the quad too fast: they almost fell of the riding bull but it didn’t stop her stroking him. Hasso had to stop. The hot brown savannah around, nothing else. He pulled her T shirt up to let her Noono’s come out. Fine pieces of Malagasy culture. She climbed down from the quad just to take off her pants, climbed on again sideways, spreading her legs against the handlebar, ready to get penetrated by a meanwhile enormous Baobab.
The Dwell
Townships don’t have any civilized infrastructure like electricity, paved roads or water pipes. The water for washing, cleaning, cooking, drinking is all taken from a dwell somewhere nearby the village. It’s the gathering point for madams when they do their laundry and chat about latest news. But also for girls to have their bath after school.
With the Quad, Hasso was independent to explore the boonies. In the middle of some grassland off the track he saw a group of girls dancing and having their good time at a dwell. He manoeuvred the Quad through some ditches over the fields. The girls looked at that cowboy amazed. Hasso was to them like ET landed from another planet.
“Alloo..” and they waved back, smiling at him
He pulled out his camera: a bunch of half naked girls dancing is worth a snapshot. The girls didn’t run away but instead started to pose in front of him. Look, I am the prettiest one. No, it’s me! Ohh no, I got the nicest noono s.
Hasso could not understand their chattering in Malagasy. One of the girls came to him with the usual word they all know:
“Cadeaux m sieur…”
Hasso was making signs to them to take off their sarong. Some did, but left it wrapping around the waist. Haggling was starting with Hasso trying to convince them to get all naked. But few of them shyly looked the other way.
“10.000 Ariray” the interpreter explained.
“…oui, pour faire l amour” was Hasso’s naughty response with a big grin on his face.
All giggled and in a hype they discussed which girl shall have the honour to get the reward. Hasso could only guess what they talked about. After a while, one girl dropped her sarong and totally naked, posing in front of him. The girl’s tribunal had decided that this lass had the honour to get fucked by the vahaza to cash in the 10.000 MGA’s. Hasso knew that most of them never saw this bill before and for many it was the family income for a week.
How? Its open grassland. But where s a will there is a bush. 50 m behind him was a small dried up stream where he climbed through on the Quad before. He manoeuvred the tuck tuck back to the ditch and waived the selected elf to come over. The group stayed back with respect but all eyes on them. Elfi put the sarong onto the ground. Both lying down they could hide in the little valley. Elfi was already naked and her hairless snatch was a wonderful feeling to enter. She happily moaned and gyrated, showing Hasso that she is not new to that pleasure. Her perky and firm nonoo’s were wonderful to hold.
“Allez, allez, allez…” and some other shouting he could hear - although in full heat of fucking. In the same situation dogs can get a cramp and stick together for hours.
He raised his head to get a view out of the ditch: a big mama with some basket on her head was waltzing towards the dwell to do her weekly laundry. He could see the other girls running away in all directions. Quickly he pulled up his pants. Elfi squatting down silently. He then stood up and making gestures as if he just finished a pee, sorting back his dick into his pants. Big mama was giving him a smile and continued to the dwell. Hasso bowed down, gave Elfi the promised 10.000 bill. Despite the coitus interruptus, vahazas are not bad in fucking was written on her smiling face.
Hasso strolled to his Quad, waving to Big Mama and slowly drove back to the main path. Turning back he could see the elf walking out of the ditch, tall and proud: “I fucked a vahaza”
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The hot South
The old Toyota 4 WD was working hard to find its path through the sand. 1 hour already in this hot desert region since they left Tulear airport. Hasso was scolding himself not to take along any water. The wind was drying up the body. And now this: a flat tyre. The driver was unimpressed as if it is a daily occurrence. After another 45 minutes all was settled and the ride could continue.
His cottage at Vovotleo Hotel was small but nicely decorated. Dinner French style served until 10:00. After that the generator will stop. A torch is the most important gadget to bring along. When Hasso was finding his way inland to the night spots, he could just feel the sandy path in the pale light of the half moon.
The disco boom boom was guiding him into the right direction. It was packed, Friday night. Just a few expats, many local guys alone and a bunch of girls: the putes. Hasso settled at the bar. After a while he fancied one tall slim girl. It looked as if she was with some other guys. But once he smiled at her, she immediately stood up and came to him:
“You are alone? Can I join you?”
“Yes, sure. Join me for the night”
“Where you stay?’
At the Vovotelo”
“OK, I come with you”
“20.000 as cadeaux, is it ok?”
Hasso settled with Laila for 30.000 – and from there she was his companion for the night: playful and sweet.
Flotsam
The beach at Manglivy stretches over 40 km, white sand and unpopulated. It is a large lagoon protected by an enormous coral reef with 2 main passes. The reef, 20 minutes out by boat, offers some pristine diving with a great density of life : lion, devils, scorpion fishes, garden eels, morays, striped catfishes, rays, coloured mantis shrimps, razor fishes, thousands of bassets, cardinal fishes and many others species. It was the usual morning activity for Hasso as a retired dive instructor to enjoy 1 dive after breakfast, back to the beach, some lunch and then a good siesta.
Today Hasso decided to skip the siesta but to go on a beach walk. There is always some flotsam to find.
He saw them playing in the shallow water of the lagoon from afar. They had fun. There was laughter when he came closer. Hasso took out his camera.
“A cadeaux, monsieur” little sis was begging.
“…pour fait l amour?”
“hihihi…non avec moi ..mais mon soer .vous voulez?”
Her sister got some mango shaped noono’s. But she was too shy to take off her T shirt here. Aside from this 2 frolicking nymphs Hasso could not see anyone else. He already had a fuck in the jungle, on a surfboard and in the Alps below zero degree. But here in the bush….? The sun will burn his bum red before he could finish the deed.
The group of three went off: Little Sis in front, searching for a place with some shade, Hasso in tow and Older Sis following, clearing the back. Problem with the bush is not only that these are low scrubs but that the ground is full of thorns. Finally Little Sis decided:
“Voila!”
and pointed on a grassy triangle under the only tree.
She walked some 20 m away squatting down and watching if there is anyone else coming. From time to time she was looking at Hasso and Old Sis if all is going well. It didn’t need much to get them starting: Hasso was just wearing Bahamas and Old Sis a skirt with no panties. She lied down, pulling up the skirt and showing her soft little bush of pubic hair. Without much foreplay, Hasso found his way into the tight cave. A soft moaning was her reply. They fucked quick and intense. 2 wild animals. The heat of primitive desire was pushing them. Hasso could feel her cramping and shivering when she climaxed. He couldn’t hold on and exploded. Both sweating and breathing heavy. They got up, brushed the leaves, sand and grass from their dress and walked each other into different directions. Hasso could hear some steps from behind. Little Sis:
“Le cadeaux…!”
He handed 5000 MGA in her little hand and off she was, jumping, waving that piece of paper in the air like a trophy. All 3 disappeared into different directions of the meanders of the bush. Wild animals hiding after mating.
Baobab Trees
The Baobab tree is native to Madagascar. Also called Bottle tree, Upside-down tree or Monkey bread tree. The species reach heights of 30 meters and have trunk diameters up to 11 meters. The unique shape makes it the source of many myths. Rafiki, in The Lion King, took his home in a baobab tree.
Hasso wanted to explore the outback’s to see those unique trees. He could join a travel group organized by the resort. But that was not his style. He rented a 400 cc Quad. That are those rough 4 wheel machines where bull riders take their training lessons. It’s a boy’s toy: direct handle bar steering needs muscles to keep it on track. Too much acceleration uphill and the quad-bull will throw off the rider over the back.
Can be fun, Hasso thought. He took off with not very precise directions on where to go. After 20 km zooming along the main road he realized he missed somewhere the turn off. Back to the last cottages a girl was walking out from a hut.
“Ou etes les Baobabs?” he stopped his bull and asked her.
“Ohh, la bas..”
“Allez, avec moi.?”
She climbed on the rattling machine behind him and without hesitation hold him tight. Guiding him on a small little path which he didn’t see before, they drove into the savannah. 20 minutes later Hasso could see a forest of those bottle shaped trees standing out with a clear deep blue sky behind. Stunning nature.
“Look, they got the same shape as my dick” he giggled.
“Really..?” and with that words her hand opening the zipper of his pants, finding the way to Hasso’s dick
“Ohh mon dieu..” stroking that Baobab made Hasso kicking the quad too fast: they almost fell of the riding bull but it didn’t stop her stroking him. Hasso had to stop. The hot brown savannah around, nothing else. He pulled her T shirt up to let her Noono’s come out. Fine pieces of Malagasy culture. She climbed down from the quad just to take off her pants, climbed on again sideways, spreading her legs against the handlebar, ready to get penetrated by a meanwhile enormous Baobab.
The Dwell
Townships don’t have any civilized infrastructure like electricity, paved roads or water pipes. The water for washing, cleaning, cooking, drinking is all taken from a dwell somewhere nearby the village. It’s the gathering point for madams when they do their laundry and chat about latest news. But also for girls to have their bath after school.
With the Quad, Hasso was independent to explore the boonies. In the middle of some grassland off the track he saw a group of girls dancing and having their good time at a dwell. He manoeuvred the Quad through some ditches over the fields. The girls looked at that cowboy amazed. Hasso was to them like ET landed from another planet.
“Alloo..” and they waved back, smiling at him
He pulled out his camera: a bunch of half naked girls dancing is worth a snapshot. The girls didn’t run away but instead started to pose in front of him. Look, I am the prettiest one. No, it’s me! Ohh no, I got the nicest noono s.
Hasso could not understand their chattering in Malagasy. One of the girls came to him with the usual word they all know:
“Cadeaux m sieur…”
Hasso was making signs to them to take off their sarong. Some did, but left it wrapping around the waist. Haggling was starting with Hasso trying to convince them to get all naked. But few of them shyly looked the other way.
“10.000 Ariray” the interpreter explained.
“…oui, pour faire l amour” was Hasso’s naughty response with a big grin on his face.
All giggled and in a hype they discussed which girl shall have the honour to get the reward. Hasso could only guess what they talked about. After a while, one girl dropped her sarong and totally naked, posing in front of him. The girl’s tribunal had decided that this lass had the honour to get fucked by the vahaza to cash in the 10.000 MGA’s. Hasso knew that most of them never saw this bill before and for many it was the family income for a week.
How? Its open grassland. But where s a will there is a bush. 50 m behind him was a small dried up stream where he climbed through on the Quad before. He manoeuvred the tuck tuck back to the ditch and waived the selected elf to come over. The group stayed back with respect but all eyes on them. Elfi put the sarong onto the ground. Both lying down they could hide in the little valley. Elfi was already naked and her hairless snatch was a wonderful feeling to enter. She happily moaned and gyrated, showing Hasso that she is not new to that pleasure. Her perky and firm nonoo’s were wonderful to hold.
“Allez, allez, allez…” and some other shouting he could hear - although in full heat of fucking. In the same situation dogs can get a cramp and stick together for hours.
He raised his head to get a view out of the ditch: a big mama with some basket on her head was waltzing towards the dwell to do her weekly laundry. He could see the other girls running away in all directions. Quickly he pulled up his pants. Elfi squatting down silently. He then stood up and making gestures as if he just finished a pee, sorting back his dick into his pants. Big mama was giving him a smile and continued to the dwell. Hasso bowed down, gave Elfi the promised 10.000 bill. Despite the coitus interruptus, vahazas are not bad in fucking was written on her smiling face.
Hasso strolled to his Quad, waving to Big Mama and slowly drove back to the main path. Turning back he could see the elf walking out of the ditch, tall and proud: “I fucked a vahaza”
...to be continued[/align]