Lara makes a new friend

A little while later, with Lara watching closely, the woman rose to sit on her knees and said something to the two men, though Lara couldn’t quite make out what, particularly since the woman was facing away from her.
Whatever it was that she said though, this got a chuckle out of the second man, who got up on his feet and made sure to give her a gentle pat on the head before casually walking away. As for the first man, he was still sporting a massive amount of wood, and said something to the woman that sounded very much like he wanted her help to take care of his “problem”.
This suggestion though was shot down by the woman, although not unkindly, as she got back up on her feet and walked over to the jug that she’d been carrying when she’d first come strolling out of the jungle. Without bothering to do anything about the ropes of cum that were streaked across her face and back, the woman picked the jug up while the man shrugged his shoulders, leaned back and wrapped one hand round his cock.

This brought a giggle from the woman, who stopped and watched the man slowly jerk himself off for a few moments before finally getting on her way again. Lara paid no real attention to where the woman was going though, because her gaze remained on the man and the progress of his hand up and down the length of his cock, and of how his actions were causing his beefy balls to jiggle.
Relatively satisfied after her recent orgasm, Lara didn’t start playing with herself again, even if she could feel her desire to do so building again as she kept her eyes on the man. Instead, she began to consider the position that she was in. She didn’t know exactly where she was, or whether or not she was a prisoner of whatever mysterious nudist, hyper-sexed tribe that she’d ended up with.

More pressingly, she didn’t know what her interaction with them would be like. The sight of the man’s muscular body and his thick, long cock captivated her to the point where she was unnerved by her own reaction to him. Would she be willing to do what that woman had done and allow herself to be fucked out in the open like that, letting anyone who happened to see her know just how much she was enjoying herself? Normally, Lara would have answered no to that question, but she recalled how she’d fantasised about the second man finding her and having his way with her. Right now, Lara couldn’t imagine herself being around the man that she was currently spying on without reaching out and touching his cock, which was a thought that prompted her to do her best to hold back a horny moan.

The sudden sound of someone moving just outside the doorway of the hut made Lara freeze up for just a second, after which she realised that her right hand had wandered back in between her legs. Moving as quickly as she could, Lara got down on her back and rolled onto the blankets that had served as a bed for her, ending up on them just as the blanket serving as a makeshift door was tugged aside to reveal the woman from before standing there.

“You’re awake,” the woman said in her own dialect, before smiling at Lara.

“Yes,” Lara replied, before it dawned on her that the woman’s gaze was on her crotch, since Lara’s spread legs meant that her pink, wet pussy was on full display. After a moment of hesitation, which she didn’t know exactly where it came from, Lara closed her legs to offer herself some modicum of modesty. She thought of her panties, only a few feet away from her, but made no effort to fetch them, instead remaining on her back.

“Good, you speak our language,” the woman said as she walked into the hut, the clay jug now cradled between her side and her left arm. Lara took the opportunity to get a better look at her now that she was up close. Her dark skin went very nicely along with her jet-black hair, which was unusually wavy and curly in comparison with the average South American Indian as far as Lara knew. Her tits were definitely more than a handful, and appeared nice and round as they sat high and firm on her chest, while her belly looked soft and womanly as it led down towards the dense patch of dark, wet hair between her legs, underneath which could be seen a pair of pussy lips that were still swollen from earlier.

“Yes,” Lara nodded her head, only now remembering to place one arm over her chest to hide her tits from view. She felt a pang of regret at doing this, and when the woman gave her a curious look in response to her actions, Lara hesitated for a couple of seconds, then let her arm fall away from her chest.

“I’ve brought an ointment that will help your muscles relax,” the woman explained, seemingly happy that Lara was no longer trying to cover herself, even if her legs were still clamped together, “it will help you heal quicker.”

“You’ve already used it on me, haven’t you?”

“Yes,” the woman said as she got down on her knees next to Lara, who in turn was sitting on her ass.

“How long have I been out?”

“We found you yesterday,” the woman replied, sticking her left hand into the jug, “Please lie down.”

“Why?”

“Makes it easier to apply this,” the woman’s explanation came at the same time as her raising her hand, showing how the thick, viscous ointment was dripping from her fingers in long, gluey ropes.

“Please tell me where I am first,” Lara asked the woman.

“In the village of the guardians of the temple of Xzolotecl,” the woman explained, placing her free hand on Lara’s shoulder, but applying no pressure and making no attempt to get Lara onto her back.

“And who are you?” Lara asked.

“I’m Yolihuani,” the woman introduced herself with a name that flowed off her tongue much smoother than Lara would have thought possible, “And you?”

“My name’s Lara,” Lara replied, while noting that a streak of pearly white jizz was still running down the left side of Yolihuani’s neck.
Spotting what Lara was looking at, Yolihuani glanced towards the window, and smiled.

“You were watching, weren’t you?” Yolihuani’s voice was free of any implied accusations.
Lara nodded her head, and Yolihuani’s smile deepened before she raised herself up on her knees to look out the window.

“Namacuix is almost finished. Want to watch?” Yolihuani threw Lara a quick glance and a playful smile before glancing out the window again. Swallowing down some excess spit, Lara got up next to the other woman in staring out the window, her eyes feasting yet again on the sight of the first man’s hand pumping away at his cock.

“Don’t tell anyone this,” Yolihuani spoke in a low, almost whispery voice, “but I think Namacuix tastes best of all the men in the village.”

Again, Lara eyed the cum that was slowly running down Yolihuani’s throat, before a dark groan from Namacuix made her look at him again. He soon let out another groan, then another, this one being the loudest yet and coinciding with him pulling his hand down over his member one final time before tensing up and closing his eyes. In contrast, Lara’s eyes were wide-open as she watched a long jet of spunk come gushing out of Namacuix’s pisshole, stretching itself out before tumbling down onto the ground. Despite the fact that he had blown another load just minutes earlier, Namacuix went on to unleash half a dozen similar spurts of cum before finally relaxing and letting go of his cock.
Ignorant of his audience, Namacuix wiped the sweat from his brow and picked up the bow that he’d been working on, looking content as he resumed his work.

Looking to her left, Lara could see that Yolihuani was grimacing with lust as her right hand was now between her legs. Meeting Lara’s gaze, Yolihuani stopped slowly fingering herself and instead pulled the two fingers out of her slit, with Lara noting that they were glistening with Yolihuani’s pussy juices.

“I should take care of you now,” Yolihuani decided. Lara nodded her head, then got down on her back on the blankets.

“No, let’s start with your back,” Yolihuani instructed Lara, and dipped both hands into the jar while Lara rolled over onto her stomach, her upper body cushion by her large, round tits as her stiff nipples dug into the blankets.

Smiling as she admired Lara’s full, firm asscheeks, Yolihuani moved in behind the adventurer, straddling her thighs before placing her hands on the small of Lara’s back. Lara cooed with surprise when she noticed that rather than feeling cold, which she’d expected, the ointment was lukewarm. All in all, having it worked into her skin by Yolihuani’s surprisingly strong hands was definitely not an unpleasant experience, particularly not when the native woman massaged the muscles in her back as she leaned further forwards and worked her way up towards Lara’s shoulder blades.

“That… that feels really good,” Lara admitted as Yolihuani’s hands reached her shoulders. She was becoming increasingly accustomed to expressing herself in the native language, even if the slightly archaic dialect of it was occasionally making it hard for her to understand Yolihuani.

“Good,” Yolihuani leaned further forwards, until her crotch was rubbing against Lara’s bubble butt when she began to work her fingers against the outsides of her shoulders. The sensation of Yolihuani’s wet, hot pussy against her skin made Lara gasp at first, but she had no inclination to demand that the other woman back off. Lara’s arms were next, and Yolihuani continued to work quickly and neatly, massaging the semi-clear ointment into them, before making Lara moan with disappointment when she pulled her pussy away from Lara’s ass.

After dipping her hands into the jar again and smearing the ointment over her hands, Yolihuani took care of Lara’s legs, shuffling her way down along their length as she attended first to her thighs, then her calves and finally her ankles.
Now, the only part of Lara’s back not glistening from being thoroughly worked over with the ointment was her juicy ass.