The afternoon sun filtered through the thin hides of Sahari's tent, casting warm patterns on the woven rugs beneath. She sat cross-legged on a soft pile of furs, her bare soles flexing against the ground as she paid attention to Maria, while Maria knelt opposite her, a small slate and chalk in hand her own bare soles pointed towards the air while her toes wiggles in concentration. The lessons had begun at Saharis request to learn more and be able to talk better, a gentle rhythm from Maria's own articulation that wove words into Sahari's mind like threads in a basket. Today, they practiced simple sentences, Maria's voice patient and encouraging as she guided Sahari through phrases about home, family, and the spirits.
Sahari stumbled over a word, then laughed softly, her full lips curving. 'Mother... she teach water dance. Call rain with song.' Her broken English flowed freer now, each new word she practiced peeling back layers of her guarded heart. She gushed about her old tribe—the vibrant markets by the river, the way her mother's hands summoned mist from the air to heal the sick,her father a powerful warrior who taught her how to use a spear, the communal fires where stories bound them tighter than blood. Maria listened raptly, her emerald eyes shining, red curls tumbling as she nodded. 'Tell me more,' she'd say, and Sahari would oblige, the practice sharpening her tongue while the sharing knit an invisible bond between them. Maria shared snippets of her own life too—the wagon trails, her father's carvings, the wild freedom of the plains—but it was Sahari's tales that filled the tent with life, turning strangers into confidantes.
As the light began to fade, Maria stretched, her freckled toes flexing against the rug. 'That's enough for today. You're getting so good—soon you'll be teaching me your water songs.' She squeezed Sahari's hand, a sisterly warmth in the touch, before gathering her things. 'I'm off to Taniel's tent. Sleep well.' With a wave, she slipped out, leaving Sahari alone with the lingering echo of their laughter.
Sahari lingered on the rug, murmuring the day's phrases under her breath, her mind wandering. The image crept in unbidden: Maria as her sister wife, the two of them side by side in this very tent, bellies swollen with Taniel's children, bare feet tangled in the grass as they stirred pots of stew over the fire. Laughter bubbling as their little ones chased each other, Taniel's strong arms pulling them close at night. The pull to him tugged at her core, that primal scent of his spirit lingering in her memory. Heat flushed her cheeks; she shook her head sharply, dreadlocks swaying, and banished the vision. Too soon, too bold. But the warmth between her thighs lingered as she crawled into her furs, the night air cool against her skin.
Sleep evaded her. Soft sounds drifted from Taniel's tent nearby—moans, low and breathy, coos of pleasure that stirred the still air. Curiosity burned hotter than shame. Sahari rose silently, her bare feet padding soundlessly over the dew-kissed grass, toes gripping the earth for balance. She crept to the tent's edge, where a gap in the hides offered a shadowed view, her heart pounding as she peered in.
Inside, the fire's glow bathed Taniel and Maria in golden light. Taniel knelt at Maria's feet, his large hands cradling one sole, lips wrapped around her big toe. He sucked it deep, tongue swirling the pad, then licked along the arch, drawing out her coos. Maria lay back on the furs, shift dress hiked up, her freckled legs splayed, toes curling as waves of delight rippled through her. The musk hit Sahari then—Taniel's thick, earthy arousal mingling with Maria's sweet wetness, wafting out to tease her senses. Sahari's pussy clenched, moisture gathering as she watched, transfixed.
Maria begged, voice husky. 'Don't stop... please.' Her hands tugged at her dress, pulling it over her head in one fluid motion, baring her freckled breasts to the air. They bounced free, nipples already pebbling. Taniel released her toe with a wet pop, eyes dark with hunger. He kissed up her leg, nipping the curve of her calf, grazing her knee with teeth, then latching onto her inner thigh, sucking marks into the pale skin. His mouth brushed her pussy lips, a light kiss that made her jump, hips bucking as fresh slick coated her folds.
He trailed higher, lips pressing to her stomach, tongue dipping into her navel before reaching her breasts. Hands cupped the undersides, thumbs circling the hardening nipples as he latched on, sucking one peak deep while his tongue lashed the tip. Maria's breasts heaved with each breath, her back arching as he switched sides, lips tugging, fingers pinching lightly. She writhed, moans escalating. Finally, his mouth claimed hers in a deep kiss, tongue plunging as his fingers rolled her nipples hard. Maria shattered, cumming with a cry, toes splaying wide against the furs, pussy clenching on nothing.
Taniel grinned down at her panting form, then kissed a path back down—stomach, thighs, until his face hovered at her core. His half-horse tongue extended, long and thick, diving deep into her pussy. It curled inside, pressing her g-spot with firm strokes while his lips flicked her labia apart, sucking her clit between them. Maria's face twisted in ahegao bliss—eyes rolling back, tongue lolling, mouth agape—as moans tore from her throat. She came hard, juices flooding his mouth, but he didn't stop, tongue thrusting relentlessly, lips massaging her swollen folds.
'Begging already?' he murmured against her, vibrations sending shudders through her. 'Stop... no, more! Deeper!' Maria pleaded, hips grinding. He obliged, tongue spearing deeper, hitting more nerves and approaching her cervix while rubbing all around her vaginal canal, until she came again, squirting over his chin, her ahegao face contorting as toes curled tight.
Sahari's hand had slipped between her own thighs sometime during the feast on Maria's pussy. Fingers circled her clit, then plunged into her slick heat. The sight, the sounds, the musk—it overwhelmed her. As Maria peaked that second time, Sahari followed, biting her lip to stifle the moan as her pussy squirted onto her hand, fingers drenched, toes digging into the grass outside.
Half-lidded, Sahari watched Maria shift, pushing Taniel onto his back. His cock sprang free—long, thick, veined—towering 9 inches long from his hips. Sahari's eyes widened at its girth, arousal spiking anew as his unblocked musk flooded her senses, heavy and intoxicating. Her hand moved faster now, unhinged, as Maria positioned her feet around his shaft. She stroked him with her soles, toes gripping the length in a footjob that made him groan, pre-cum beading at the tip. Maria's pussy gushed just from the contact, and the smell of his fresh precum beading out and filling her senses, the slide of his hot cock between her feet and the musk overwhelming her. She panted, face twisting into ahegao as she climaxed, slick coating her thighs.
Maria leaned forward, mouth engulfing his cockhead, gulping down inch after inch while her feet massaged his balls and her soles came up to rub and stroke the base, toes kneading the heavy sac, soles pumping the base, taking turns to please each part. Taniel's hips bucked, hands in her hair, as he came, thick ropes of cum flooding her throat. Maria swallowed greedily, her own orgasm crashing—squirting over his legs and coating his balls and shaft in her juices making the stroking begin to sound smoother and wetter, an ahegao locking her expression in ecstasy around the dick still in her mouth as her tongue came out and caressed the bottom of his dick head. She pulled back, lips glossy with cum, chest heaving, utterly spent from the foreplay.
Taniel drew her close, kissing her tenderly, their nude bodies entwining as they cuddled under the furs, breaths syncing in the afterglow.
Sahari came again, a soft whimper escaping as her fingers thrust deep, pussy clenching around them. Legs wobbling, she retreated to her tent, a satisfied ache pulsing through her. Curling into her sheets, a new fantasy bloomed: her and Maria, both bare and glistening, kneeling before Taniel. Maria's feet worked his balls and shaft, toes slick with his pre-cum, while Sahari sucked his cockhead hard, lips stretching around the flare, tongue lapping the slit.
The scene shifted—cum splattered their feet, and they turned to each other, licking soles clean. Maria's tongue traced Sahari's dark arch, sucking toes, pale freckled skin contrasting against ebony curves. The imagined kiss on her foot sent fresh wetness pooling; Sahari groaned, hand diving back to her pussy, fingers fucking herself to visions of Taniel thrusting into her, then Maria, their bodies joined in rhythm.
One final orgasm ripped through her, toes curling fiercely, face contorting in ahegao as pleasure blurred the edges of sleep. She drifted off, the tribe's distant songs lulling her into dreams of shared fires and unbreakable bonds.