The following morning, mom and daughter awoke to the nudges of two native women. They placed a bowl of fruit and water on the mat and then left the hut.
Liz and Julie ate in silence. Neither knew the other was thinking about the previous day's events and particularly the sexual pleasures they had experienced. Both were embarrassed by their thoughts and were hesitant to talk.
A few minutes later, the two natives returned. They reached down and pulled the captives to their feet and led them out of the hut. They walked for about 100 yards away from the village until they reached a pond that was fed by a small waterfall trickling off a cliff ledge.
They were led through the knee-deep water to the waterfall. The natives pushed Liz and Julie under the "shower." They yelped as the cold water hit their skin. The two natives soon joined them. They rubbed their hands over two white women's bodies in a cleansing but not sexual manner.
Satisfied that their task was completed, the natives again grabbed a wrist and led the women back through the pool and back toward the village. Liz and Julie were shivering, their hair dripping wet. Soon, though, the heat of the jungle warmed them.
The two natives led them to a different hut. Inside in the semi-darkness Liz and Julie recognized the tribe's leader and the woman who had led the hunting party. The other two women left.
The two Amazons approached and stood in front of the two white women. The leader stood in front of Liz and a hand reached up to caress her face, running it through her wet hair. The other native just stood in front of Julie, her eyes roaming up and down her body.
"Mom ..." Julie said, the unfinished sentence hanging in the air.
Liz could feel the tingling starting in her nervous system. "Yes, dear, I'm afraid they want some more."
The natives each grabbed a wrist and led their playthings to the chief's "bed" of animal skins. Liz and Julie stood there until they were picked up and dropped, none too gently, on their backs. Both let out an "oof" as they landed.
The natives removed their coverings and knelt, the chief next to Liz, the hunter next to Julie. Their hands began to roam and explore.
Julie's partner's fingers stroked over her face and combed through her hair. She used her thumb to lightly rub over her full lips, then pushed it inside Julie's mouth. She then rubbed the saliva coated thumb over her lips again.
The chief's hands possessed both of Liz's breasts, molding and shaping them with gentle and then possessive squeezes. As her nipples hardened the chief took special delight in toying with them, rolling them between her thumb and forefingers, pulling on them to stretch the mounds into cones of flesh before letting them go to bounce and roll back into place.
Julie heard her mom's moan of pleasure and turned her head to observe what was happening. The chief then started to gently slap Liz's breasts, making them jiggle back and forth. It was more pleasure than pain and Liz continued to moan her approval.
Julie's attention soon returned to her own tryst when she felt a mouth closing on her left breast. The native's mouth almost covered the entire mound, her hot saliva coating the flesh as her tongue lapped and toyed with the erect nipple. She grasped Julie's other breast in her hand, squeezing and milking it.
"MMMMMMM," Julie hissed between her clenched teeth. She found her hands reaching to grasp the back of the native's head and pull it closer to her bosom.
With her hands still busy with breast play, the chief leaned her face toward Liz's and her mouth covered her lips. She had no trouble with her tongue gaining access as Liz willingly opened. The chief's tongue was thick and strong, and Liz felt like hers was no match for the invader. She allowed her partner to completely take control of the deep soul kiss.
The hunter was cupping both of Julie's breasts, forcing them together as her hot mouth attacked the tips of each. Her tongue twirled and lapped over the hard nipples, her saliva coating her areolas which were covered with goosebumps.
Desiring some of her own pleasure, the hunter moved her body so that her full breasts were just above Julie's mouth. She brushed her tits back and forth over Julie's lips, the hard nipples contacting each pass. With a gasp, Julie opened her mouth and for the first time in her life began sucking on a woman's nipple. Julie's tongue lapped at the hard bud.
The chief moved her right hand down over Liz's torso, caressing her ribs and stomach before cupping her pussy mound. Liz's groan was muffled by the chief's continuing French kiss. The hand began to massage her mound, starting at her trimmed pubic bush and moving down between her legs, which fell open at the sensual caress.
As she explored Liz's mound, the chief's mouth shifted to her breasts, her mouth and lips going back and forth to attend to the hard nipples. Soon Liz's tit tips were shiny with saliva, matching her daughter's firm mounds.
Julie's hands clutched at the firm mounds of her partner as her mouth worked on the long, thick nipples. As she sucked on one, her fingers flicked and teased the other. The hunter was babbling guttural words that Julie didn't understand but nonetheless took be along the lines of "don't. stop."
The hunter, though, was anxious to taste her partner's sex and she was the one who ended the breast play. With a sudden, cat-like move, she was between Julie's legs, grasping her ankles and pulling her legs apart and up. Julie found herself rocked back so that only her shoulders were on the ground. The native's powerful grip had split her legs almost as wide as they would stretch.
Julie's pussy lips were partially pulled apart and they glistened with the moisture of her arousal. The native bent her head down and her mouth covered Julie's mound, the strong tongue pushing her labia further apart.
"GAAAWWWDDDD. HOLLLLEEEEE FUUUUUUUCKKKK." Even suspended by the hunter's grip, her hips bucked and gyrated as the oral attack pleasured her pussy.
Liz glanced at her daughter and gasped in appreciation and remembrance of how the native had pleasured her with her mouth. Her attention soon returned to her lover. The chief had curled her middle finger and split apart Liz's slick vaginal lips to insert deep in her love tunnel.
"YESSSSSS. SOOOOO GOOODDD." Her hips lifted off the ground as the chief began finger fucking her. The tip of the finger curled just at the right angle and touched Liz's g-spot; she felt an electric shock from her pussy all the way to her scalp.
Julie's pussy was already soaked but for good measure the hunter dropped a load of spit that landed between her vaginal lips. The young woman shivered at this new perversion. The native followed up by covering the spot with her mouth, her tongue lapping at the saliva as it mixed with Julie's female secretions. The native's mouth was devouring her partner's mound from her patch of pubic hair all the way to her asshole. The strong, pointed tongue poked and prodded at Julie's sphincter, causing her eyes to roll back in her head at this new, taboo sensation.
The hunter's mouth, sensing Julie was close to an orgasm, moved to the top of her slit. She captured the engorged clit between her teeth and her tongue whipped over the smooth button.
