INGO WOMEN 5 (FUTA/FUTA/V/F/SOME SEX!)

A few more chaps I think. There will be a future and as some readers have asked, more about the kids. That is coming. All outlined. Have to be orderly. Be patient with me if you will. Those things are coming soon. Enjoy.

INGO WOMEN 5

Coming back to her family Fara related the history of the ancient Shaam. The children were rapt with the story. Brooke knew it so she walked away, leaving mother with children.

Later that night, lying together, Brooke spoke up. “The Shaam are know to be duplicitous.”

“Oh? How so?”

“I don’t have any examples. But that is what I have been taught.”

“We will be careful amongst them,” Fara announced as she rolled on top of Brooke, forcing the tiny woman’s thighs apart.

Thrusting deeply kept Brooke in violent orgasms as Fara thought of her circumstances. She needed to see the Queen. ‘Maybe we should just leave and forget all this,’ echoed about her mind as her body, driven by animal lust, kept up its rhythmic gyrations.

Brooke had since passed out. Fara, her thoughts still elsewhere decided to lie down, not completing her own pleasure. Her strong cock was dripping with precum and Brooke’s very adequate cunt coating. The tower of tube steak bounced up and down tautly with her racing heartbeat.

Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, Fara got up quietly, moving toward the doorway of the hut. A woven fiber mat hung there, acting as a door. Carefully, Fara pulled it aside and peered into the pitch blackness of the night. A noise she knew from the last few days met her keen ears. It was the drawing of a long bow. A tight groan of the sinew seemed so loud in the silent darkness. The wood creaked menacingly.

Thinking about her children and Brooke, Fara let the mat drop closed and lie back down, unintentially rousing Brooke.

“What is it?”

“Go to sleep,” Fara answered gruffly, pulling the rough woven cloth over her wide shoulder.

At the pit fire the next day, Tlata again asked Fara for her answer.

“I agree.”

“Wonderful. Let our future commence,” the old woman gleefully announced to all around.

“That’s all there is to it? Me agreeing?”

Tlata backed away, using her arm to announce Fara to follow. They walked for many moments.

In a large clearing away from the village she clapped her hands three times. Three Shaam appeared. One with bow and arrow, one with a long knife (an ‘aort’) and the largest Shaam anyone had seen, a muscular yet lithe woman, exercising her obvious strength, limbering up her arms menacingly.

“What is this?” Fara asked, concern entering her voice.

“The three tests must be passed for you to be Shaama.”

“What tests?” Fara asked, turning toward Tlata. She heard the sinew stretching and quickly turned her head, leaving her body turned toward the elderly woman. A fortunate action for an arrow sped through the air and buried its finely honed flint edge deep into