Chapter 8 - Pocahontas and Jane

In the heart of the forest, a tribe of natives maintained their isolated community, separate from the Disneyland crowd. The princess of the tribe, Pocahontas, was a spirited and nature-loving girl who spent her time swimming, canoeing, and bonding with the forest creatures. Her people lived in huts, devoid of electricity and plumbing, relying solely on the forces of nature for their sustenance. Some deemed them uncivilized, but Pocahontas took it as a compliment, believing that every rock, tree, and beast held a spirit worthy of respect.

Pocahontas was a vision to behold, with copper skin, raven-black hair cascading down her back, and captivating dark brown eyes. She stood tall and slender, with pleasing curves, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a generous derriere, and breasts that were the envy of all the girls in her tribe. She typically wore a traditional buckskin dress without any undergarments.

However, she faced a dilemma. Her father, the chief, had promised her hand in marriage to a stern warrior named Kocoum. Pocahontas found him far too serious for her lighthearted nature. Recently, she had been plagued by a mysterious dream that she hoped could provide guidance.

Today, she decided to seek wisdom from Grandmother Willow, a wise and alive tree she knew in the forest. Pocahontas climbed a massive tree trunk and took her seat.

"Is that my Pocahontas?" asked a voice that seemed to emanate from the tree itself. Suddenly, an old lady's face appeared as if carved into the bark.

Pocahontas shook out her long hair. "Grandmother Willow, I need to talk to you."

"Good morning, child. I've been expecting you," Willow replied. "What brings you here today?"

"It's about my father. He wants me to marry Kocoum," Pocahontas said, looking despondent.

Willow wrinkled her brow. "Kocoum? But he's so serious."

"Exactly," Pocahontas agreed, rolling her eyes. "I'm not sure if I want to spend the rest of my life with him. I'm not into him at all... in fact, I think I might not even be into men."

Willow's expression softened. "Are you saying this because you've been drawn to women instead?"

Pocahontas hesitated, feeling uncertain about the topic. "Yes, a little. You know my friend Nakoma?"

Willow nodded.

"Well, we've... explored each other," Pocahontas admitted, intertwining her fingers.

Willow regarded her with a knowing smile. "There's no need to censor yourself with me, Pocahontas. I've seen things in this forest that would make your eyes pop out."

"Okay, we've experimented a bit, more than a couple of times actually. You know, mutual oral pleasure, scissoring, and other stuff like that. I'm not in love with her, but I'm starting to appreciate... her female body," Pocahontas said, her voice tinged with desire.

Willow chuckled playfully. "Oh, you naughty girl, Pocahontas!"

"I just really enjoy sex!" Pocahontas exclaimed enthusiastically. "Look, my father wants me to marry Kocoum, but lately, I've been having this dream."

Curious, Willow leaned in. "Oh, a dream! Tell me all about it."

"I'm running through the woods when suddenly, an arrow appears in front of me," Pocahontas recounted. "It starts spinning faster and faster until it stops."

Willow tilted her head, deep in thought. "Well, it seems to me that this spinning arrow is pointing you down your path."

"But what is my path, Grandmother Willow?" Pocahontas asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Willow grinned. "Why don't you find out yourself? Listen. All around you are spirits. They live in the earth, the water, the sky. If you listen, they will guide you."

Closing her eyes, Pocahontas focused on the wind. "I hear the wind! It's saying something is coming! A yellow flower..."

Opening her eyes, she spotted a woman in a long yellow dress with white gloves and her hair in a bun, looking lost among the trees.

"Hello?" Pocahontas called out.

Jane, the stranger, jumped in surprise. "Well, hello there," she said, walking over to Pocahontas. "I'm Jane."

As Jane reached out her hand, Pocahontas stared at her glove, hypnotized by the sight of her hard nipples visible through her dress. "You wouldn't know if there were any gorillas around here, would you?" Jane asked, seemingly oblivious to Pocahontas' intense gaze.

Pocahontas hesitated, unsure how to respond. "Gor-ri-las?" she repeated, having never heard the word before.

Jane shook her head, looking slightly exasperated. "Well, I do seem to be rather lost," she admitted, revealing a confusing map of the forest. "I guess all trees look alike."

Pocahontas didn't fully agree, but her focus on Jane's captivating blue eyes and adorable nose kept her from responding. "I like your dress," she said instead. "It almost looks like a flower, blooming."

Jane smiled, pleased. "Thank you! I do like yours too. I reckon I need someone to show me the way home."

As Jane took Pocahontas' hand, her eyes roamed over the strange woman's barely concealed body, causing her mouth to water ever so slightly.

Pocahontas took a graceful step closer, her movements always elegant. "Please stay a while," she whispered. "Then I'll show you the way."

Jane felt herself growing wet instantly. She couldn't find the words to reply. Grandmother Willow, watching the interaction from a distance, couldn't bear the sexual tension any longer. She decided to intervene, guiding the women closer with her lianas until their lips met in a gentle, passionate kiss. Neither of them resisted, and the kiss deepened.

Pocahontas pushed Jane against a tree and began exploring her body with her fingers. Jane, in turn, caressed Pocahontas' back, legs, and firm butt. Their breasts bounced against each other as they kissed, their arousal intensifying.

Pocahontas seized Jane's breasts through the yellow dress, eager to have them exposed. With a swift motion, she ripped the dress open, revealing Jane's beautiful, full tits. Jane barely had time to react before Pocahontas began licking her nipples, making her moan in pleasure.

Ignoring the dress that was now in tatters around her waist, Pocahontas slipped her hand beneath Jane's skirt and touched her wet core. "Let's get this off," she demanded, ripping the rest of the dress away. Jane was now clad only in her panties.

Pocahontas tackled Jane to the ground, their bodies entwined. She removed her dress and pinned Jane beneath her, their naked bodies grinding against each other. They kissed passionately, their tongues dueling, while Jane slapped Pocahontas' ass, leaving red marks.

Pocahontas lifted her enormous breasts over Jane's face, who eagerly sucked and bit at the nipples. Gasping for breath, Pocahontas suddenly stood up. "Tell me what you want," she taunted.

Jane grinned. "I want that fucking cunt," she demanded.

Pocahontas sat down on a large rock and spread her legs wide, inviting Jane to move in for the kill. Jane crawled towards her like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Beg for it," Pocahontas demanded, her voice commanding.

"Please, give me that fucking pussy!" Jane pleaded.

Pocahontas chuckled and spread her legs wide. Jane kissed and licked every inch of Pocahontas' legs, savoring the taste of her skin. Positioning herself against the rock, Jane looked up at Pocahontas' wet, savage cunt and plunged her tongue inside, licking it fervently.

Pocahontas bounced uncontrollably, her big breasts jiggling with each thrust. "Ahh, fuck! You're gonna make me cum!" she screamed, her voice hoarse with pleasure. It was like an explosion, rippling through her entire body.

Jane was covered in Pocahontas' cum, but she didn't stop. As Pocahontas rubbed her clit rapidly, she began to squirt like a fountain. Jane tried to catch some of it with her mouth, but most of it landed on her face. Still, the drops she caught were delicious. Her face was a mess, covered in cum.

Undeterred, Jane dove back in, licking Pocahontas' clit with swift, side-to-side motions. "Yes! Oh God, yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Pocahontas screamed. "Lick my pussy! Lick my pussy, damn it!" She moaned. "I need to taste myself."

Jane gave her savage lover what she wanted, spitting in her mouth three times. Pocahontas licked every drop of cum from Jane's face, her eyes locked on hers. "I want to taste your fucking cum," she growled, grabbing Jane by the shoulders and pushing her down onto the ground.

Jane was on all fours now, her ass in the air. Pocahontas spanked her hard, each smack sending a jolt of pain through her. "You still want that gorilla thing?" she asked, spanking her once more.

"You are so much better than some dumb gorilla!" Jane cried out.

Pocahontas pulled down Jane's panties and threw them into the bushes. She spat in Jane's asshole and watched it slide down through her pussy. Then she began rubbing wildly, her fingers moving aggressively inside Jane.

"Holy shit, yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Jane cried out, clutching Pocahontas' hair tightly.

"You're gonna cum for me?" Pocahontas asked playfully, turning Jane around and spreading her legs.

Pocahontas put two fingers inside and moved them around aggressively. Jane felt the pleasure building inside her, like water filling a glass until it overflowed. She squirted Pocahontas' fingers aside with a stream of cum, accompanied by a loud scream that almost sounded like a howl of a wolf. The flow didn't last as long as it did with Pocahontas, but it was an intense experience for Jane. She was just seeing stars circling in front of her before the real world finally emerged again.

Their gazes met briefly before they plunged into each other's mouths again, spitting and then deep kissing. It was an intense exchange of passion.

Grandmother Willow admired the spectacle, but sensed an element missing. "Mind if I join in the fun?" she asked, her face emerging from behind the foliage.

Jane quickly pulled away from Pocahontas' embrace, a mix of trepidation and wonder reflected in her eyes as she gazed at the old tree. "A tree is talking to me," she gasped in surprise.

"Then you should respond," Pocahontas whispered seductively, her eyes shining with anticipation.

The ancient tree revealed her features, and Jane hesitated. "What do you want?" she asked cautiously.

"Oh, just a little action," Willow replied with a sly grin. She produced two long, thick branches, devoid of leaves or bark, but otherwise entirely ordinary.

Jane couldn't fathom what was going on, but as she watched Pocahontas' lustful expression, she gradually understood. They seated themselves opposite each other with only a few inches of space between their legs, spread wide open. The tree's branches entered them both, twisting and penetrating as deeply as possible. The girls cried out in pleasure as Willow forced the branches in and out with astonishing force, their breath becoming shallower and harder to control with each thrust. At the peak of their ecstasy, a wave of indescribable bliss coursed through their bodies, causing them both to squirt profusely all over each other. Their bodies convulsed in synchronicity as the branches were pushed out by the sheer volume of cum.

"Not bad for an old oak," Willow remarked with satisfaction, watching as her rough fucking caused the girls to squirt and moan at each other like they were engaged in a water fight with their pussies as the guns filled with cum.

The girls, utterly spent, locked their limbs and tongues together, their clits grinding against each other's. They humped and moaned like animals, their pleasure overwhelming their senses. Time seemed to slow down, and the only thing that mattered was the raw, animalistic pleasure surging through their bodies. They climaxed with a final scream, their juices merging into a single, pulsating mass.

The girls collapsed on the damp ground, now slick with a mix of their sweat and cum. Jane couldn't believe there was so much liquid hidden within them.

"Well, I haven't been this excited in two centuries," Willow confessed with a gleam in her eyes.

The girls smiled at each other, their breath coming in shallow gasps.

"That was fucking amazing," Jane said, still catching her breath.

"I know," Pocahontas agreed, their lips meeting in a soft, gentle kiss. "When can I see you again?"

Jane rose to her feet, gingerly searching for her torn dress and the odd, round object nestled within. "This is a compass. Whenever you want to find me, just look at it. It'll guide you."

Pocahontas took the compass in her hand, her fingers gently tracing the edges. "Thank you," she whispered. "If you want to go to the village, it's in that direction." Pocahontas pointed the way.

Jane slipped her panties back on, wrapping what was left of her dress around her body like a cloak. As she left, she caught one last glimpse of Pocahontas gazing at the spinning arrow on the compass. The compass's arrow whirred to a halt, pointing straight at Jane.