Daiane shows her skills in love, taking both Yvette and Rose

Daiane guides Rose to the bed. She does not wait for Rose's permission to flip up the flowery skirt before kneeling down between the toned legs that dared to take take Yvette once before. Rose could feel the tribeswoman breath against her wet entrance, waiting for her to taste the nectar.

Daiane instead studied the sweet rosebud before her. An unhonest slit that has certainly been used by more than just Yvette before hand. She shuddered to think that she had slept with others and wasn't even offered to be married in the past. In the tribe, she would have been a concubine, freely taken by whomever desired her, used, then given to the next futa. For a woman of the tribe, the first time is important, as it designates to whom the child belongs to, unless the woman is taken by an orgy, in which case, the tribe will be in for a surprise upon the child's birth. Daiane knew of contraceptives, but hardly understood its use or why women would take them. Her reasoning Rose was without child before was that her previous partners weren't up to the task. She could not accept that a woman like Rose, whose beauty and health reflected in her passionate and young face, could be stirile. As it is, Rose could not get one now to stop her pregnancy, as she was with child the second Yvette unleashed the inhuman load of came directly upon the poor egg-in-waiting.

Daiane touched the tip of her tongue onto the moist entrance, and Rose twitched with each contact. She soon relaxed and Daiane was sliding and licking in circles around the slit. Rose pleaded for more, but Daiane pulled away.

"More!" Rose begged. "Please, lick me more."

Daiane grinned, and eased off. Under the tribe's sacred nights, women would break out into fights for denial of service, which were quicky resolved with several futa, often without remorse to the perpetrator. It was here, across the world, where Daiane enjoyed the perks of fulfilling a long time kink of hers. While the tribe's rule of 'no hole left unsatisfied' seemed ****, she got off to the punishment, sometimes deliberately denying her Yvette at home for the fun of it. Even now, with her nose deep into Rose's bud, she could smell Yvette's silent disapproval for treating Rose as such.

Daiane scooched Rose up further onto the bed and then motioned Yvette over to approach her from behind. The wild-costumed amazonian strode over and stood before her wife's well-rounded ass. She stroked her long cock at the sight of her beautiful wife. No matter where or when, the sight of candles in a dark room and Daiane's beautifully toned catching the fiery? flickering reflection of her pregnant body was a constant turn on for her.

Daiane kept spanking herself, pretty hard too, against her own butt while Yvette watched on. She then took hold of Daiane's arm, gave her a hard spank, and decides her cock has had enough waiting around. She pushes herself into Daiane, and the two let out a moan that resounded like two animals in heat. Yvette shoves herself in and gave fast thrusts that reached down to her cervix. Each touch, left Daiane in bliss.

Rose sat and watched with intrigue, her own moistened cunt now spilling over with her juices. She was getting off to this and lowers her hands down to her slit.

After some time, Daiane regains some control and is delighted by the woman's dreamlike playfulness. She leans in to get a taste of Rose's sweet peach. Unlike most of the women she serviced, city women had a different sort of taste to them; sour and sweeter.

This was heaven for Rose. She was getting special treatment and everytime she looked down, there was Yvette plowing into the said wife offering her service. 'Is this what they reguraly do in their tribe?' Rose thought. 'Are the futas always so big? Do they always fuck like its their last?'

Little did Rose understand, she was still given the benefit of Yvette taking it easy on her in their first encounter. The wild parties she imagined occurring in the tribe were ruthless to the uninitiated, yet exhilarating to the experienced.

Rose melted in the wake of Daiane's tongueplay, and when she pressed herself further in, feeling the inside of the moistened entrance, Rose grabbed a fistful of the wife's hair. Her voice slipped out moans, while each spot that Daiane found, Rose lost control of herself, tighteneing her grip around her untamed her. Daiane, unphased by the grip, focuses harder on Rose's soft spots, now using her fingers to overstimulate the poor woman from all her sensitive spots. Rose came. Her back lifted and she held herself on her toes while her fingers curled even tighter around Daiane, pulling her hair tightly, still unphasing the amazonian, before collapsing.

The world around Rose sparkled with stars. Never before did her previous relationships get her to cum with such intensity or explore her body with such eagerness. The shockwaves that followed after each breath **** her body to rock. The sweet and sour dew from Rose dribbled down onto Daiane's tongue, who made sure not a single drop was spilled onto the sheets.

Daiane was far from done, of course. While Yvette was still pushing herself into Daiane, she knew they were both far from any real satisfaction. Daiane reached down, flicked Yvette in the leg, her signal to stop, and Daiane climbed up to get a better view of Rose's intricately scattered facial expression, still riding the waves, while the ghost of Daiane seemingly still left its mark on her delicate spots. It was clear to Daiane that Rose wasn't expecting another woman to 'reach deeper into the well of pleasure,' as she put it.

With a wicked smile, Daiane pointed it to Rose's cunt "In here love," she said to Yvette. "Give yourself to her."

Yvette did not fight her wife's words, but Rose did once she felt a familiar strength and size pushing its way into her again.

"Wait!" Rose protested, weakly. Her voice gave out once Yvette pressed into the silky wet walls that closed around her mighty cock. Rose was overwhelmed, and she clutched the bed sheets tightly, unable to move while her body was sending waves of pain and pleasure that pulsed through her body. She was exhausted, but her body seemed to find new life with each inch Yvette pressed into her.

As for Yvette, it was a breath of fresh air to feel a familair hole and one that she knew she could go further into. She was so excited to feel her cock encapsulated entirely, that she forgot Rose wasn't like the typical woman from the wild. She buckled down, adjusting her knees and tightened her fingers around the toned waist, then pushed in, feeling the walls of the cunt give way to let Yvette in.

Finally, Yvette stops once she feels the familiar wall of the cervix, and Rose was once again on the edge of cumming. Her body straining to keep itself together, and she braced for that moment when the monster inside her would break through the gate, and Yvette was ready to do just that, but Daiane waves a hand to stop her.

Yvette rested with half of her cock inside. She watched on as Rose clutched the bed sheets as if still on the edge.

"How does it feel?" Daiane whispers to Rose.

"Amazing..." Rose said with tears welling up in her eyes. Her mind was blanking out. "It hurts..."

But Daiane hushes her with a finger to Rose's lips. "Breath. Relax. Your womanhood resists her. Accept her.

Daiane had suspected Yvette had gotten away with it last time since Rose wasn't prepared for Yvette's eager hardiness. It was a reflex of sorts on Rose's part to be more tense, now that her body experienced it once.

But Rose tries. Focusing wasn't an easy thing to do in her current predicament, much less relax when she was stuffed. With deep breaths, her legs rest gently down in Yvette's rough hands, and the pain subsides. Daiane leans down to massage Rose's lower body.

"Good girl," Daiane whispers. Then motions Yvette to move slowly.

Rose lets her voice cry with muffled moans while Yvette plunges her cock in and out of her. Yvette did her best to be delicate, already forgetting that Rose wasn't from the jungle. Rose was astonished her body was able to handle itself while every nerve was being overloaded with stimulation. She looked up to meet Daiane's excited eyes, wondering how a woman like her could truly be real. She just watched her take Yvette like it was a regular day. It probably was as she recalled she is about to have a third child.

Rose looks down, noticing an outline of Yvette's cock forming pushing out. She almost panicked when she realized she was nowhere near putting the whole length inside yet. With each thrust, Rose could feel Yvette slide in much easier, her body adapting to its size. The tip spanking her cervix, slowly seperating it, however, was another thing entirely. Rose braced heself with each forceful attempt to enter. She remembered last time what happened. And that was the moment she feared above all else.

"You are doing good, love," Daiane whispers into her ear. Rose needed the compliments, because without them, she probably would have already forgotten where she is and once more fallen into that mindless lust, but the next set of words coming out of Rose woke her entirely. "Do you want feel all of her inside you?

Rose shoots her eyes at her, looking up to see the wicked smile on Daiane's gorgeous face while the hungry Yvette, her face stoic and concentrated, was in the bliss of rummaging herself inside of Rose. Yvette must have heard Daiane, because there was a slight flex inside her where Yvette's cock pulsed with life. She wanted it.

Rose's mind wandered while pings of pleasure struck from her womb and fired up to her mind.