Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Zoophilia, .
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A couple adventuring in the jungle meet a statuesque woman raised by tigers.
She was enjoying this chase, trailing the leader as she leaped through the matted forest of greens and blacks. Her job had evolved to flanking their prey when they hunted, so She was running on the right, gradually separating from the pride. During the day, She could see as well as they could, and her height let her manuever to drive the beast efficiently. Even though her smell was slightly different than the tigers, it still scared the young animal, and it turned left, into the two youngest, so it was over very quickly.
Her heart surged with happiness as She heard the growls that meant there would be plenty to eat for the next couple of days. She would have to wait until they had all fed, but then could use the knife which was one of the few things that remained of her "Other life" to slice away a couple of slabs of meat and burn it. That way her teeth could chew the stringy flesh. As She stood gasping, watching her family eat, her mind drifted as it always did when She was feeling good after a long chase, and the vague memories fuzzily returned.
Trapped in a long tube of funny colors, with soft seats. Sitting beside her mother. Screaming, and a sinking feeling in her stomach. A terrible crash. The smell of burning things, some odors terrible. Crawling away from the heat. An explosion of noise and a hot wind. Tears of fear, and confusion. A nuzzling of a big, striped pussycat. Hugging to the animal, seeking warmth and reassurance. Wanting to forget what had happened.
They were fuzzy, disjointed thoughts now, even though She constantly returned to them. When She would occasionally see the glint of metal in the sky, knowing that must be what she had been riding in, or when they would spy on a bunch of the humans struggling through the jungle, She would remember. Knowing She wasn't a tiger, but more like those clumsy, struggling dark skinned things that walked upright like She did. Hearing them make noises that made no sense with their mouths.
Years ago, the whole thing had been confusing, but the mother adopted her, and She remembered mostly the affection from so long ago. She remembered insect bites and pain, never feeling She had eaten enough, but always the licking of the tawny black and yellow cat. The first time She had tried the burned meat, and how good it tasted. Realizing She might want different things to eat than the pride. By the time She first saw the ones like her, She felt the mother was her safest haven, even though they all stayed away, wondering if She might go to the humans.
The mother was old now, and couldn't hunt. But she was a fixture in the pride, and the female who had once been her sister was now the leader. But they had learned to use her height and intelligence in their hunting. They were always well fed, and She felt she helped a lot.
When her chest had begun to puff out, and blood had started leaking out around every full moon, they had driven her away. She usually was on her own for three or four days, and then came back. That was when She started making a loincloth out of skin for herself, and then when her chest had gotten so floppy, a binding that wrapped around her neck and back. With time, she had learned to make the costume fit better, and smaller so it just covered her bottom and the bouncy flesh of her chest. She could use a thorn to bind thin strips to wider pieces.
Instinctively, She had used dark brown skins. They looked better against her deeply tanned skin, and they matched the hair between her legs. Her sunbleached blonde hair was curly, and She had found it necessary to cut it off sometimes with the knife. She knew when the blood would flow now, and went off by herself automatically.
The males liked sticking their cocks inside her. She didn't snap at them and try to claw them when they did, like the females. She liked it too, because She had found out the little hard spot between her legs felt good when She rubbed it. She taught the males to lick her furry bottom, and made them do that so She had the good feelings that came in a rush every time. The females tolerated the males doing it, because they weren't after them so often. When a new roamer joined them, it always took a while before they did it to her, but they eventually got the idea.
She had been there so long, She was the only one who remembered that she had not always been welcome. But they all aged and died faster than She did. She always felt grief, but was getting used to it. She often stared at her reflection in the water, wondering why her skin wasn't as dark as most of the humans She occasionally saw. But She accepted her life. It was all She knew.
Occasionally when she was off alone, she had to defend herself against snakes, or the little dogs. The knife worked well for that, letting her hurt them badly if they got too close. But they mostly left her alone now, and she had a spot near the river where she could swim and wash alone when she was bleeding.
As she watched the division of the carcass of the beast, she knew her time was coming. She would cut a little extra, so there would be plenty while she was away. She had built a little hearth at her "place", and it worked better than the fires she made in the jungle. She had gotten to where she enjoyed the solitude of her sojourns, because for the five years she had been bleeding, a sense of unease lingered in the back of her mind. The time alone seemed to give her respite from that discomfort. As the mother grew older, she felt less and less attached to the pride.
Her breathing had slowed, so she walked closer, and saw an opening down by the hind leg. She pushed between two males, and began sawing a big cut of the hip. It was her favorite. When she got enough, she sat back and let the blood drain out. One of the males licked at it. As she rose and started back toward home, he followed her, rubbing against her thigh. When she bent over to pick a couple of leafs to wrap around the meat, it snuffled at her behind. For some reason, they all wanted her when her time was near.
The one snuffling at her was Bigger, because he was not the largest male. But he was one of her favorites. He was willing to lick her bottom longer than most of the others, and had learned to get his tongue into her hole. Sometimes she felt the rush twice before he bumped her around so he could run his big cock in, and he was more careful with his claws. She always kept the top on her chest when they did her, to protect against their claws when they started filling her with juice.
As time had gone on, she enjoyed it more and more. Sometimes she even rubbed her favorites in the stomach with her hand so they would come to her. The long pink members would start peeking out, and if she could get the pointed members in her mouth, they always got the idea. But mostly she just waited for one of them to decide they were ready, and they would go off alone and spend fifteen minutes. Even when the rush came more than once, she had a vague feeling that longer would have been nicer, and the tigers always just stalked off when they finished.
Bigger was pushing his nose at the crack in her behind. He was trying to move the skins away, so he could lick there. She put the meat up in a tree branch where only she could reach it easily, and backed away, pulling off the loincloth. Grabbing on the branch, she spread her legs to his maw, hanging there. He immediately started licking. ' This was new, getting them to lick her while she was still erect. It made their tongues touch the whole sensitive space between the folds of her bottom. The good feeling in her mind from the chase was still lingering, and she was glad he had approached her. As his tongue drew through her long slit flesh, she shuddered with pleasure. She lifted her legs off the ground and bent them, and his next long lick started all the way back at her poop hole. She made the low guttural sounds that always came with them doing her.
Bigger just kept licking as she closed her eyes and enjoyed his affection. Her feet were resting on his shoulders. She knew some felt more for her than just the intense need for release. That usually made them try to get her to make more noise, get wetter in her hole. Lately, she had been trying new ideas with those males, because her unease included a sense of there being more to this act than she was getting. Bigger was particularly good at using his tongue to wet the soft flesh between the puffy lips of her bottom, and tingle the hard spot to draw moisture inside her hole. Her hips were starting to hump now as the familiar purr resonated in her flesh, and the nice excitement began building. His rough tongue was so welcome between that thick flesh that ovaled around her hole and tried to protect the hard spot. By raising her legs and spreading them, the thick pink muscle scraped wonderfully across the little tender tube.
He was growling now, and she felt the tingling she had learned meant a rush was coming. She released her hold on the tree branch and collapsed to the soft jungle floor, keeping her legs up and knees bent. He hardly missed a stroke, his tongue opening her hole, then rasping wetly across her hard spot, and the rush started. "Ugggh, aaaaah, mmmmmm." He was growling, as her juice flowed, and the soaring completion went through her. Her hands reached down behind his furry ears and pulled him into her, and she felt the big teeth surrounding her bottom, pricking the sensitive skin. But the tongue kept working, licking up her juice, and making the rush sweet and intense.
He started licking her skin instead of just the slit. It was something only he did, and she enjoyed it when she was writhing with the rush. His rough tongue wet the thin hairs on her thighs, and up the little line of fine hair from her furry snatch to her belly hole. Then he kept coming up to her face, to her mouth. She felt his cock poking at her tummy. His growl was louder. His front paws were on the ground, and she let her hands ride on his head, with her knees out to the side.
She felt him poking more insistently around her hole. She had never had one do her this way, facing each other. They all turned her over so they could do it the same way they did a female tiger. But Bigger seemed to be wanting to try this, to experiment. She felt the pointed end of his thing enter her a little way, and the familiar pressure as she began to stretch, but then something else happened. His cock was curved upwards, and in this postion it hit some nerves at the top of her hole that blossomed like fire.
She let out a high pitched shriek, and he jumped back, thinking he had hurt her. She purred at him, still holding his head, and pulled his head toward her. He poked into her again, and she felt the same thrill, but was careful not to scream. He pushed further into her, and began to stroke. Bigger was one of the ones who went slow rather than too fast, and she liked that best. In this position, his front paws were still on the ground, and she realized she could take off her top. The red tips always burned when they did her, and she often wished she could touch them when she was excited.
He was growling with his own excitement, but not too close to shooting. His pointed tool was moving firmly in and out, taking her back upwards toward her pleasure. She let go his head and pulled the top off roughly, exposing her chest. Her hands cupped the big soft mounds, and her fingers pinched the red tips roughly. They radiated a nice sensation down to join with the waves coming from her slit. "Aaaaagh, mmmmmmmpf." He saw her do it, and started licking the wobbly edges and her hands. She released her own grip, and his tongue reached out and started licking over the tips. Her hands grabbed his head again, her fingers raking through the fur behind his ears, showing him she liked what he was doing.
She wanted to squeal again. This combination of his hard prick twinging at the top of her hole and his rough tongue scraping her chest was better than ever before. Her hips were moving in a rhythm with his, helping his cock get deep inside her, and she kept trying to make it hit that sweet spot just in front. She kept grabbing his head and rubbing him behind the ears, and shaking his head, and he growled even harder. She was getting spasmodic, hardly thinking. His tongue was lashing at her mounds, then at her face, and when it did she poked her own little tongue out to taste his.
Her heated mind was marveling at how wonderful this new position was, and she was doing her own little growl to match his. His stiff flesh surged deep inside her, though not really as far as from behind, but she loved being able to see him, to taste his tongue as it occasionally licked up from her pillows, to hold his head as her hips wiggled wildly. She felt as though she could have let this go on and on, when suddenly she felt the throbbing in her hole speed up, and his growl started getting higher pitched. He was going to shoot, so she knew there wasn't much time. Her hips arched instinctively, and she made herself twist to press against his furry belly, and brought the rush on.
It was a more powerful pleasure than usual. As his juice sprayed inside her, she felt flushed all over, and couldn't think clearly. Her chest tips were tingling, and waves of excitement were ringing through her groin. She kept pulling his head down to her mouth, licking at the big tongue. He was growling with his own release. She could tell he was pleased with her, and wondered whether he would do it that way the next time. Bigger was usually good about that, doing things that made her feel good. She hoped so, because as her mind relaxed to normal, she thought that this had been a great improvement in her rushing fulfillment.
She felt him soften and pull away, give her slit one last lick, then stalk back toward the prey. She continued to lie on the ground, still twisting with pleasure. Stuff was leaking out of her hole, and she liked to wait for a while after a nice one like that, just enjoying the glow. That extra sensation in the top of her slit was a surprise. She hadn't realized it was there. She groaned, feeling unsettled again. What else didn't she know about her body?
She pulled on her garments and finished wrapping the meat. She left it high in the tree. When she got back to camp, She went immediately to the mother, and saw that even since this morning, she had gotten worse. Her eyes were clouded, and she had a bad smell. Her breath was foul, but She licked with affection anyway. None of the others came near the mother when she was like this, but She did.
The mother's life was ending. Soon she would sneak away to find a place to die away from the pride, like they all did. She sensed that she had been waiting for her to return, and laid down on the matted fur, hugging the mother, feeling the rattling in her lungs. Her stomach was churning with sadness. She growled her affection, and the mother growled back. The last connection to long ago was fading fast.
Shit. This had seemed like such a great idea. Get this gorgeous, sexy thing out in the primitive jungle, all to himself for a week. Fuck her brains out, night and day. Get shitfaced when he felt like it. But he hadn't counted on the goddamn bugs, and the snakes in the water, and the heat of the day. It was okay in the morning, cool and not so much insect eaten. The nights were okay too, but he was usually in a foul mood by then, and she was giving him a hard time.
When she wanted to go ashore the first day, he had gone along, thinking he would show her his forestry skills. But none of that stuff from mountains worked at all. He kept stumbling around, and shouldn't have worn shorts. He was so torn up and itchy he couldn't have gotten it up that night even if she'd been willing. By the time he had figured out that he had to keep covered except during the night and early morning, she was pissed at him, and went exploring on her own. When she got back, she'd swim near the boat, bareass, getting him all excited, but wouldn't let him touch her. They would play gin to pass the time, and she was two hundred ahead of him.
She even bitched when he got drunk, and locked him up on deck. He only did that once. All in all, it had been a disaster. He had started trying to play nice with her, hoping she would let him in her pants. The sight of those gorgeous tits, and that black little bush of a pussy was starting to drive him nuts. He hadn't known her well enough to realize she was a naturalist, had minored in it in College, and went on this trip to see the Indonesian jungle rather than play with him. Even the insects didn't bother her as much, because she used a lotion, and he had resorted to borrowing it.
After four days, he tried to get her to go back, but she said it would only take one extra day to finish the trip all along the river, and besides she still hadn't seen any tigers. As he dropped the anchor, she hopped in the dinghy, and started for the land. She didn't even ask him if he wanted to go. Oh well, he thought, it would be dark soon, and she'd come back. He knew he was in a bad mood. She was actually kind of fun to be with, and he did like her enjoyment of the quiet nights, the new discoveries she kept bringing back in plastic bags, and her good natured kidding.
He had to admit the whole thing had been a lark, and he had misled her about his knowledge of the jungle. The big cruiser, borrowed from a friend, was so well equipped he figured he couldn't get in trouble. She had turned out to know more about navigating the river than he did, and thank goodness. He had almost run aground the first day. It was hard to play White Hunter out here, especially when she knew better. He was slowly giving up thinking he could easily take advantage of her, and trying to turn on the charm.
Gina was having a great time. The jungle was fantastic, and Evan was easier to control than she had feared. It helped that he was so inept. Her plan was to make the last couple of days memorable for him, letting him enjoy her body so he might bring her back. When he wasn't grumpy, he was good company, and his bravado was slowly slipping away. As she tied the boat to a tree, her mind wandered to all the things she had seen. But where were the tigers?
They were in the right place now. She knew they could make it to Rahway in one day, but she wanted to spend as much time as there was left here, looking for sign of the magnificent beasts she had dreamed of since she was a little girl. She intended to wander down side streams the next couple of days, hoping to see some sign of the Prince of big cats. The slightly less dense forest here was perfect for them, she knew, and the trick was finding them. She wished she knew more about tracking, but that hadn't been part of her education. With the least hint of them, she knew she could get him to stay, as long as she dropped her drawers for him, and truthfully she wouldn't mind letting him do her.
She was working her way to higher ground, a hill she had seen from the last bend. Might be able to see something from there, she thought. Her white blouse and light tan pants were good protection against the bugs, and the scrape of vines as she struggled upwards. Suddenly she smelled cooking. She froze in shock. Looking back to see if Evan was already making dinner, she saw he was swimming, and no smoke.
Gina tried to sense where the smell was coming from. By walking a little further, and losing the scent, she realized that the breeze was carrying it from over the hill she was climbing, still downriver, but away from the boat. She headed that way, trying to make as little noise as she could. Her stomach tingled. A sense of danger she hadn't felt before filled her, but as she thought about it, what could it be but natives, though there were not supposed to be any in this area. Maybe a safari or something.
She had been bathing when She heard the boat. The first day was always the heaviest bleeding, and since She didn't have to worry about food, took several swims, enjoying the refreshed feeling she got. She washed her garments too. She imitated the frogs in the water, because that was much faster than the paddle the tigers used. The throaty sound of the engine around the bend surprised her, but not too much. Other boats occasionally came by, always making that sort of sound.
But then it stopped, as she had gotten under an overhanging branch so she couldn't be seen. Her stomach lurched when she realized her meat was burning, and might lead a human to her place. But as she got out of the water and dressed, carefully filling the loincloth with wispy leaves to soak up the blood, she felt more curious than fearful. Her discovery of new thrills with Bigger had shaken her confidence that this was the best life there was. Some of the humans on the boats had been lighter skinned like her, and she was sure there were new things to learn. Plus, the mother was dying, and her sense of unease had intensified with that realization.
Then she heard the little putt putt of a small boat, and that was new. A human must be coming. She could tell it was to this bank of the river. She slid into the jungle to stalk the interloper. She found the human over the hill, and saw her sniffing her fire. She studied the human carefully. It was female, with big chest pillows covered with smooth white material. But her hair was black as the stripe of a tiger. She walked clumsily but energetically through the forest, pushing plants out of the way instead of easing through.
She was covered all the way down to her ankles, and had dark covering on her feet. Her skin was whiter than any She had ever seen. She wondered if the hair between her legs was black too. There was no weapon, nothing like the long dangerous things some of the others had carried. It seemed she was just curious. Circling around, She watched as the female got to her place. She just stood there and looked, not seeming to want to steal the meat. The female did pick up a piece of fruit from the pile near the long skin for sleeping.
From the cover of brush, She growled a greeting. The human froze, and her fear was obvious in the quick change in her scent, which had been flowery, but suddenly was the sour odor of the water that came on skin that had no fur. Maybe she thought it was an animal. Better show myself, She thought. She crawled out and kept her head low, in a submissive posture, to show there was no threat.
The smell of fear didn't go away. The human was staring, and her face was different than it had been when she was walking. She felt confusion, and decided to stand. Maybe that will make her feel better. When she did, the smell decreased, though it didn't go away. She just stood there and watched the white face carefully.
Gina's mind was whirling. The girl was tall, maybe five ten, and fantastically built. Long curly blonde hair hung down over deeply tanned skin, and heavy pale eyebrows dominated a lovely face. The dominant impression of her body was lithe power, even though the long, slim legs and big tits would have been a turn on for any man. All she wore was skins, though they were artfully made to cover just her pussy and boobs. She noticed white fiber sticking out of the crotch of the loincloth. Could it be her time of the month?
Finding her voice, she put her finger between her breasts and said "Gina." She sounded shaky, even to herself. The girl didn't react. She did it again. "Gina." The girl stared, then made a funny noise that sounded like "Huhhhmen." Gina tried to let her face show confusion. The girl made the same face, as though imitating. Then she pointed clumsily and made the same noise. "Huhhhmen." Oh, human.
What is this, Gina wondered. No language. She pointed to herself again, and said "Yes, human. Gina." Still confusion on the feral face staring at her from the edge of the jungle. "Human. Gina." Then she pointed at the girl, and said "Human." She made a palms up sign she hoped said what's your name. The girl still looked confused.
Wait. Stop. Think. Gina realized she was sweating like a pig. Relax. Sit down. She let herself sink to the ground, legs crossed. The tension in her body seemed to ease a bit. She took deep breaths. Think. The girl took two steps nearer, and clumsily sat down the same way. The act of doing it told Gina she wasn't used to that position, but the controlled strength as she imitated the sitting posture was amazing. Just for a moment, muscles flexed that looked truly impressive. Christ. A female Tarzan.
Gina started tracing in the dirt. She drew several stick figures, and then waved her palm over all of them. "Human." Then she pointed to herself again and said "Gina." Then she pointed to the girl. The light dawned, realization showing in her face, but instead of saying anything, the girl seemed to go into a trance, as though remembering. It lasted for a couple of minutes. Be patient, Gina told herself. Then the girl pointed to herself and said "Tawny."
Her mother had called her something. It had been so long since She had thought about it. Tawny. Tania. As though that was her. It had never been needed with the tigers. But with the two of them sitting here, there had to be a difference. So that was what the human wanted. She made a noise, pointing at herself. "Tawny. Name." Then she pointed to the other's chest mounds. "Gina. Name."
She stared at Gina. It was funny. Suddenly, that was what the black haired female was. Gina. And her mind said "I am Tania." It was like the way she thought of Bigger, and Biggest, and the mother. And then a flood of memories came back, of making noises like this all the time, with Mommy, and Daddy, and Auntie. She started blurting. "Mommy. Daddy. Trip. Don't do that. Hold Mommy's hand. I have to go potty. Candy. Mommy, what's happening." The crash. The terror. She froze with her mouth open, about to scream.
Gina watched in shock, and a sense of wonder, and horror. The words were clear, but sounded like a little girl. It was a high pitched voice. Panic showed in her eyes. Gina reached out her arms, and the girl almost collapsed into them, as they rolled to the ground. Tawny was holding tight to her, and started licking her face with a rough tongue. Her breathing was hard. They pulled together. Gina was very aware of the full breasts, and the pressure of strong muscles pressed to her. A musky, strong smell, but not sour or dirty. The lesbian encounters she liked indulging occasionally flooded back, but she just hugged the girl, feeling shaking tremors.
They stayed like that for a while. Gina got over the shock, and realized night was falling. It would be hard to get back to the boat if there wasn't a moon, but her sense that this was a truly unique experience kept her from wanting to pull away. Finally, Tawny sat up again, and in the twilight, her tears were drying on her face. Wordlessly, she rose and headed down toward the river. Gina decided to follow her. Looking up, she saw there was indeed a moon.
Tawny waded into the water. This spot was clearer water. The girl pulled off her top, and then the bottom, throwing the red stained, used leafs and fibrous stuff well out into the cloudier main stream. Gina admired Tawny's body, now unselfconsciously nude. The tits were amazing. Big and full, with very pale nipples, but not the slightest sag. They looked muscular, like the rest of her. She could just make out a big brown bush between her legs. The flat tummy had a narrow waist that swelled only a little to shapely, trim hips.
The girl threw her garments to the bank, and began swimming with a breast stroke, moving amazingly fast. She was headed out toward the center, and upriver. Gina realized she was smelly and sweaty, and quickly shucked off her blouse. Tawny looked back, and stopped swimming. Gina felt intense eyes on her, and smiled. It was probably just curiosity, but it was fun to show off her own voluptuous curves.
She languidly began stripping. The girl stroked back toward her, then stood watching, with those fantastic tits just above the surface. As Gina slipped the bra off, and her big titties rounded out, the look of avid curiosity increased. Her own nipples were big and dark red, and the girl stared at them. After getting out of her boots, she pulled the pants and thong panties down together. Her heavy thicket of black pubic hair, the firm stomach, with a little sexy roundness, and the nicely shaped legs always pleased her. Full hips with a saucy ass were the final touch for a body more opulent than slim. Looking up, the girl was wading ashore, her eyes locked on the trimmed rectangle of thick black hair above her slit. Tawny's pussy was showing now, and in the pale moonlight looked huge. A downy cloud of wispy tan hair in a big triangle went all the way under her, but puffy cuntlips showed in the outline of wet, matted fuzz.
The girl knelt in front of her. Her hands started touching Gina's twat, feeling around the pubic bush, and then down under to the shaved lips. A finger tickled up to the clitty, and she let out a groan without thinking, surprised by the intimate touch. Tawny's head snapped up, staring at her face. The finger twitched again. Gina groaned with pleasure, and the girl groaned with her. She stood up, and began licking down at Gina's face, while her palm began rubbing the stiff button, and a finger went up inside her fuckhole.
The fingers were knowledgable, and the pressure of their tits together was making Gina tingle. Yet this girl seemed entirely unfamiliar with language, as though she had been alone for god knew how long. But she seemed intensely curious about the black pussy she was stimulating, and familiar with what was needed to make it feel good. But the brunette couldn't think anymore. The fingers and hand were pushing firmly, in just the right spots, and she was coming to a boil fast.
Gina's hand went down to Tawny's twat, imitating the caress she was receiving. They were both twitching inside their pussy's, while their hands pushed at the other's clit. Then she slipped another finger up inside the fresh damp hole to go with the first one, and heard a sharp little intake of breath. The hand in her crotch imitated that too, a second finger entering her, seeming to start moving faster with the excitement. The rough tongue was licking faster too. But Gina wasn't content with that. Tawny was sexy as hell, and no virgin. There was some kind of story here, but at this moment, all she wanted was to get off with this primitive creature. She reached up with her free hand, guided the girl's mouth to hers and pressed their lips together.
At first, Tania was shocked by the feel of Gina's lips. But then, she felt the sensual stimulation of it, and pushed harder. After a while, she felt the lips parting, and a tongue entering her mouth. That felt even better, and she tried to do the same thing with her tongue. They dueled, back and forth, and it sent waves of pleasure down into Tania's body. Her tingling increased, and she started grinding her hips to the black haired girl's hand.
Tania bent her legs, to get their faces on the same level, and make their mutual diddling easier. But Gina's legs were quivering, and she slipped to the ground. It was sand, and felt rough, but neither payed any attention, wrapped up in the joy of their rising desire. Having gotten the idea of kissing, Tania was pushing her lips hard, sucking and tonguing, while Gina frantically tried to teach her what to do through the haze of excitement blooming over her. She felt like this big amazon was raping her, she was so powerful and impulsively enthusiastic. It was going away the most fantastic sexual encounter she had ever had. Almost a zipless female fuck.
Both women were starting to grunt. Tania felt the coming rush, and humped wildly, while she wiggled her hand furiously in the wet swamp of Gina's slit. Vaguely, she wondered if humans only did it with females. But her mind was soaring, and she growled with the oncoming pleasure. She could feel spasms in Gina's hole, and let herself go into a roaring completion that seemed sweeter because of everything new that was suddenly replacing her old life.
Gina was writhing against the rough, wet skin goading her soft body. She felt a terrific cum approaching, as she floated on the intense plateau that came first. The lips pressing hungrily on her mouth were using more force than was normal, but the wildness and primitive setting made it perfect. "Ohhh god, cummming, cummmmmm, yes, yes." Her orgasm hit hard, making her hips fuck upwards jerkily, filling her with soaring euphoria. Her hand kept moving in the furry cunt of her new jungle lover, and she felt a flow of cream that she thought she could smell. It was a perfume she would always remember.
Tawny was growling, like a big cat. Gina felt almost as though she was an animal, with another animal, sexy and raw. The release radiating out of her slit made her flush, and she realized she was sticky with sweat, Tawny's saliva, and something else down on her hand. Oh yeah, blood. She felt contraction in the pussy she was inside, and that added a nice edge to her climax. Tawny was still growling into her mouth.
Amazing. They had come off together, even though Gina was certain that Tawny had never made it with a woman before. Not only was this a strong, primitive woman, but her sexuality was free and uninhibited. As her mind cleared, she tried to examine the evidence she had, trying to deduce a scenario for this girl's life. But then she saw Tawny above her, staring in her eyes. "Cumming?"
Gina smiled. "Yes darling, a great cum." Then she realized that what little language she had was a little girl's. The whole language of sex would be unknown. "You cum?" she asked. Tawny was concentrating, but got it, and nodded vigorously. "Tawny cum." They rolled apart, hands resting on each other's pubic bones, staring at the now bright stars. It was a wonderful, luxuriant moment, the cool night air caressing their hot skin, the moonlight washing over their different but gorgeous bodies. Gina pulled her hand away and licked her fingers, tasting the familiar female juice, but also the tart blood, not too much.
Reality slowly returned, and Gina thought, what now. And she felt hunger. But Tawny seemed to have no doubts, no questions. She rose and waded into the water, and Gina followed her. They washed themselves and each other. When Gina giggled occasionally with their caresses, Tawny would give her that curious stare, then let loose a similar sound. Gina signaled her hunger by moving her hand to her mouth. "Food. Eat." She was about to try to communicate that she had to leave to go to the boat when Tawny took her hand, and dragged her out of the river.
Tawny pulled her skins back on, stuffing the crotch with leaves from a pile stowed in the brush. Gina dipped her thong panties and bra in the water, wrung them out, and slipped them back on wet. The temperature was just right for the wet underthings to feel good. Tawny stared with interest at them, then turned and strode up to the clearing. She used a knife to cut a couple of slices from the smoking loin baking in the little stone cairn, and offered a piece to Gina. Gina took it and tore at it. It was tough but tasty, though a little gamey.
As Tawny ate, she would occasionally take a bite of a big fruit that looked like an overgrown plum. Gina tried the same thing, and it combined with the taste of the meat to provide a wonderful, different taste. Me Jane, she thought. They ate in silence. Gina was starting to feel tired, the excitement and tension, the incredible sex, the swimming, all catching up with her. What about Evan, she thought. Well, he wouldn't leave without her, and when he saw her new friend, she was sure he would realize what a novelty this all was. Time to play her trump card, she supposed. He'd do anything to fuck her.
They slept cuddled together on the big skin, uncovered. Tawny hugged to Gina's back, and they lay like spoons. The jungle girl fell asleep almost immediately, and Gina heard her whisper "Mommy, Mommy" as they both drifted off.