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The Secret Tradition of Bakada Tribal Community inThe following is the true records of a tribal community. It was the year 2013. the month was February. We a small group of nature lovers decided to trek a mountain in the Uttara Kannada district of Karnataka. The place’s name is Katagarakoppa. We drove to the sunrise view point. Our destination was 8 KM uphill. The winter was not yet over. Soumya, Ranganathan, Deepak, Mishra, Asfiya and me, were all set to go. We started hiking by 06:30 in the morning. The route was giving us nightmare. Soumya was asthmatic and we have to make sure that she doesnt get into any trouble. Deepak was taking extreme care of Soumya. Something was cooking up between them. Mishra and Asfiya were lovers. I and Ranganathan were the ones without female company. It took us long to reach the point. Ranga had bought tea vessel and other ingredients. Asfiya was working in a company which dealt with survival skills in nature. Usually her clients were corporate or IT guys. We told her to make a fire to make some tea. The bimbo couldn’t do that. We were laughing at her plight. I and Ranga made the fire and put on the vessel. We poured water, which we bought and milk. After the first boil, I added sugar and tea powder. The tea was delicious. After the tea session, we ate the pre packed parathas with pickle. After the little braekfast, Soumya suddenly urged for nature call. Deepak assisted her. Mishra taunted at him ” Abe majnoo ki aulad, uski ghaand bhi dhoyega kya?” ( You Majnu, will you even wash her ass?)Deepak neglected him and went with Soumya to find her a place to shit. I and Ranga went inside the woods to set our Bushnell camera trap. There was a rumor of a tiger roaming around. We had bought 5 Bushnells. We tied them and marked the places in our device. I and him had the plan to stay here for two days. The rest of them would leave by noon. For next two days one of the member should bring us a little food and water. The noon soon arrived and they left. For today we have to survive on parathas. I didn’t liked the pre made parathas, neither Ranga. We skipped lunch and chit chatted. The possibility of tiger within this area is not surprising. Thick dense forest can easily shelter the b**st. By evening we drank tea again, and to our surprise some tribal members visited us. They were talking kannada, the language I speak, Ranga is a tamilian. He just stared at them. They were telling us to leave. They had some rituals to finish. We didn’t argued much and left. When we reached our guest house, they were surprised to see us. I remember that night very well. I and Ranga were sleeping on the same bed. In the next room, two pairs of love birds. When the lights turned off, within 5-10 minutes we heard the bahis firmaları moaning and hissing sounds. the sounds of intercourse. Soumya was the loudest. I think Deepak must have sticked it really well in her. We were able to hear the pants and huffs of Mishra and Asfiya. Ranga had a girlfriend too. And he had sex earlier. I by that time 25, was a virgin. (Now I am 31, and still a virgin, cheers!) Listening to their sounds made me tempt and wish for a yoni (vagina) Their fucking session continued for 20-30 minutes, giggling, fun making were on the roll. Finally they went to sleep. Ranga slept too. But not me. I think it was nearly 03:00 in the morning when I heard the thundering growl of the tiger. I tried to wake up Ranga. But he was asleep. The next door couple pairs were also not responding. I took the torch and grabbed my very old Nikon D3000 and went in the search of tiger. We were expecting the b**st on the hilltop. But its here! I flashed the torch among trees, rock, and a small pond. The light made the b**st uncomfortable. It growled within the bush and warned me. I couldn’t see it, but heard its disappearing footsteps. The idea of following it gave me shivers. I didn’t even wanted to go back to the guest house. I started to climb the hill again. The tiger was down there. I had to untie the bushnells and tie somewhere near the Guest house. The evidence of the tiger would be a great success to me and Ranga. In the dark, I climbed and managed to untie the 3 bushnells I had tied. The locations of other 2 were unknown to me. Ranga had tied them, and I forgot to bring the marking device. Uncertain, I still carried the search for them. The cold by now was unbearable. Suddenly some dancing flames grasped the attention of my eye. It could be anyone. The poachers?r the forest guards. I made sure not to press the torch on. Sat quietly and hid inside a bush. I peeked through the bush and saw something unusual. On the ground there were two young girls kneeling before a man. The man had a carved bamboo stick with the head of a horse. There were three mashals (fire stands) The light was dancing on the body of the girls. The girls had the back towards me. They were wearing extremely glossy colored saree. There was three more mashals to the right of this man, but the fire was exhausted, leaving smoke. Two men carried two young girls in their arms, they brought them near this guy. With the stick, he touched their (girls’) forehead and they left. He turned back to the kneeling girls and made a sound “Hhhumphhhh”. One of the girl just stood up and with her right hand peeled of her saree. Her bare ass was a scene I would remember for long. She didnt wore any blouse or petticoat inside. She was completely naked. She turned kaçak iddaa around and unwrapped the second girl’s saree. Now I could see her face. She was dark and beautiful. The quality of the Bakada tribe. Now the second girl was naked too. She closed her eyes and showed passion in her face. She was more darker and plumper than the first girl, but her breasts were no comparison with the first dark beauty. Though she was thin, her breasts were even round sized with protruding nipples, they were firm and must say very attractive. She bent on knees and started kissing the plump. On the forehead firs, then on cheeks and on lips. She was really knowing the ritual. It looked like she had did it earlier. The plump beauty looked to be a new bee. She just surrendered herself to the full breasted senior. Her breasts were hanging down and her right breast was larger than the left. I couldn’t clearly see her nipples. The senior Bakada girl slept on top of this plump girl, almost tearing her lips she kept devilish kissing on. She licked the face, and her under arms, her right hand was rubbing the plumpy’s pussy. Her left hand was behind the plum girls head, pulling her towards her. It went on for some time and she suddenly got up. Now I got the clear glimpse of her pussy. But it was bushy and I could see only the pubic hairs. She broadened her legs and stood right upon the plump girls face. With her left hand’s middle finger she started masturbating hard, looking up to the sky, and rising her right hand towards the sky, as if begging for a wish. She suddenly peed on the face of the lying girl’s face. And for the first time she talked (in kannada) “Kudi, kudibeku, asahya madkobeda” (drink, you have to drink, dont be embarrassed) The plumpy opened her mouth and with her tongue out literally gulped her hot pee. By now the departed men came back. The handed both of the girls two diya stands (lighting stands) The stands were made up of stone. And their head was abnormally round and smooth and long. The girls licked the head of the diyas and made each other lick their diyas. Now the men sat with folded knees, roughly 3 feet away from each other. The senior Bakada girl placed the diya in the center of the men. Came from behind of the men and held their dark solid shoulders, one hand to each shoulder. She opened her legs again and fixed the diya’s head to the entrance of her vagina. With tight grip on the men’s shoulder she pushed her waist harsh and hard against the diya. Looked up and stared the sky. With a devilish smile on her face, she was using the sacred diya as a dildo, and uttered some inaudible words. The plump girls too was dildoing her pussy. With her right hand she inserted the diya head inside her vagina and with left kaçak bahis hand she was putting on ground for support. I think the pain was unbearable. Moans out of pain was clearly noticeable. The senior girl shouted”Dont do that painy moan, enjoy, enjoy, enjoy, remember the great Kadabaga is testing your fertility, prove him, and be blessed”I dont think the plumpy enjoyed even a bit. But she tightly bit her own lips and avoided painfull moans. Within a minute she had the orgasm. The diya head still within her pussy, she fell on ground. the man with stick eagerly ran to her and made her sit again, he was fingering her pussy and pulled out the diya. He was angry. He shouted”This worthless bitch, see, not a single drop of semen. What should we do?”By now the senior Bakada girl’s pushing was extreme. Still smiling she finally twisted her waist and pushed deeper and deeper. The man with the stick threw the diya in his hand and pulled out the diya stuck inside the full breasty girl’s pussy, his face was delighted. It was soaking wet. The curve made to store the oil now contained the semen of the girl. I swear to God, I didnt know that female can also ejaculate like men. The man with the stick dipped his stick’s horse head in the girl’s semen. Then hold the stick in hand and upper-ed it towards sky. Chanted something and ordered the other men to turn off the flame.”What should we do with her?” one of the men pointed towards the plumpy.”She will be a prostitute for tourists. Charge them 1000 rupees to fuck this pig, and Kannika, “he turned to the senior,”Its long, we couldn’t find the fertile yoni. Lick each and every yoni within our tribe. Find another soon””Yes, master” Kannika replied.A man carried the plumpy in his arms. Kannika could hardly walk, but still managed to wrap saree and followed the men.By practice of wildlife photography I had learned an important lesson: Dont suddenly come out of your hide, even after the a****l’s departure. I sat there for next 20 minutes. I knew the bakadas. I couldn’t clearly understand what I saw. I decided to follow up this incident, I will be sharing the secrets I came to know. In future I will also be writing fictions, but I promise you this, when I say its a true account, then it is a true account.When I get back to the guest house, Ranganathan was brushing his teeth. The mating pairs were also got up. I told Ranga to untie the two bushnells and bring here. He was disbelieved to admit the presence of tiger here. But nodded as I was the senior. The sleep of that early morning is the sleep I constantly wish for, pleasing and sound. With the Bakada tribe in mind, I kept thinking of Kannika, the fertile Dark beauty. When I got up, there were no signs of mating couples, only Ranga was here with Boughut Back bushnells. “Jagga, you must see this, he pointed to his laptop. He had something captured in his trap. I joined him. What we saw is the tale for next post. Till then, Take care,-Yours, Jagadeesh.

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