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Pocahontas and Nakoma chopped their way through the tall grass all the way to the middle of the cornfield.
They would come here once a month for their special meetings and their path seemed to grow back thicker and stronger every time. Luckily, the Powhatans had defeated a tribe who traded with sailors, and they brought machetes with them. The irony is that the Powhatans had defeated that tribe using their wit and knowledge of the terrain. Their motto was, ‘Always bring the fight home’.
Nakoma was a long-time friend of Pocahontas, the Chief's daughter and next in line to lead the Powhatan people to a new era. Pocahontas had every intention of trading freely with the sailors, much to the dismay of her father. She ignored his apprehensions and decided she would put all of this into action as soon as he was dead. Until that time came though, she was just a young woman. A young, betrothed woman...with a secret.
Kocoum was the most fearless and handsome warrior the Powhatans had ever seen (after the Chief), and he had been promised to Pocahontas since they were both 10 years old. From that day on, he vowed to protect her. Kocoum was a very serious and stoic young man, he didn't entertain jokes or any kind of frivolity. He was the total opposite of the silly and playful Pocahontas. They were a match made in cultural expectation and tradition.
Nakoma, a friend from birth, was not only very similar to Pocahontas, but she was also deeply in love with her. Pocahontas had a deep love for her friend too and expressed it outwardly whenever she could. Unfortunately, Powhatan culture did not permit the marriage of two women, so they had to keep their relationship under wraps.
Every month, when the full moon shone at its brightest, they would meet in the middle of the cornfield.
Tonight was one of those nights.
As they arrived at their usual spot, Pocahontas got to work, clearing the overgrown leaves so she could pitch up their tent. Nakoma began working on the fire and breathed in the humid summer air and smiled. This was her favourite time of the month.
She and Pocahontas spent so much time together that their cycles became synced, so they would come to their spot a week before their period started.
The combination of yearning and ovulating usually made them both insatiable for each other. The last time they were there they immediately pulled off each other’s clothes and got into a 69 position until they both came. Their cries of passion echoed throughout the valleys and the wolves in the distance mimicked their orgasmic howling.
As Nakoma stoked the fire and took out a few husks of corn to roast for their dinner, she was sure she heard something rustling close to their spot.
She dismissed this and continued turning the corn over the flames.
By the time she finished, Pocahontas had pitched the tent and prepared their beds. They always made one for inside and one for outside.
Pocahontas gazed at her friend's beautiful bone structure and baked clay complexion as Nakoma lovingly peeled back the husks. Her dark eyes shone in the moonlight and her dainty lips begged to be kissed. Pocahontas pounced on Nakoma and kissed her deeply, gently taking her garment off to reveal her soft, round breasts. Pocahontas licked Nakoma's brown nipples until they became erect and then attempted to put Nakoma’s entire left breast in her mouth.
Nakoma looked at Pocahontas with amusement as she suckled on her breast. She tended to always go for the left one first. Nakoma gently stroked her right breast and Pocahontas giggled as she realised, she had been neglecting it. Pocahontas cupped both in her hands and licked Nakoma's nipples from right to left, until Nakoma couldn't take it and pushed her friend's head down between her legs. Pocahontas brought her head back up made direct eye contact with Nakoma, before gently placing both hands on the inside of her toned thighs.
Nakoma squirmed in anticipation. She had been waiting all month for this. Every shoulder brush, every glance, every time their hands touched made her clit stand to attention and now was the time to finally enjoy herself.
Pocahontas, however liked to tease Nakoma. She spent fifteen mins stroking her body with the tips of her fingers and using her tongue to lightly taste Nakoma's sweet inner thighs. Pocahontas turned Nakoma over and kissed her from the back of her neck all the way down her back until she reached her friend's glorious cheeks. Nakoma took very good care of her body, from the hard work she did for the harvest to the way she maintained a strict bathing routine, Nakoma always smelled like newborn sunflowers and freshwater. She was always clean.
By the end of her teasing, Pocahontas decided that she, herself had enough and used the middle of her tongue to wake up Nakoma’s clit. It immediately responded and began to swell. Nakoma moaned and grabbed Pocahontas' long braid. She wrapped the braid around her left hand and pushed Pocahontas' face into her pussy. Pocahontas licked and sucked Nakoma’s clit until she appeared to climax and then suddenly stopped.
Nakoma grinned and sat up, sweat beads falling into her eyes. She lifted off Pocahontas' dress and sucked on both breasts. Pocahontas gently stroked Nakoma's thick, shiny, black hair and exhaled peacefully.
Both women were so into the moment that they did not see or hear Kocoum, only a few feet away from them hiding amongst the tall leaves, with his thick, brown appendage in his hand stroking furiously up and down. He had been suspicious of their friendship, but he had no idea that they were making love and it was clear that this was lovemaking he was witnessing.
Pocahontas climbed on top of her best friend and rubbed her clit against hers. They moaned together passionately and looked deep into each other's eyes.
'I love you,’ said Pocahontas.
'I love you more' said Nakoma, gently biting Pocahontas' bottom lip.
Pocahontas turned around and sat on Nakoma’s face. She buried her face into Nakoma’s inviting pussy and licked and sucked and fingered her until she came. Nakoma's orgasmic cries were muffled as she was still sucking on Pocahontas' clit. The vibration from her lips caused Pocahontas to cum loudly in the corn field. Nakoma fingered her and felt Pocahontas squirt all over her face. She kept her mouth open and drank every drop. A few moments later the wolves began to howl.
All was right with the world.
Kocoum fell asleep a few feet from where their tent was as he had climaxed in the worst way at the sight of the two most beautiful women in his tribe 69-ing each other.
Kocoum was rather broken inside at the fact that the love of his life was making love to another person, much less Nakoma, but he knew as a man, he could deal with it. He decided to keep their secret, so nothing would change.
He would still be married to Pocahontas and who knows, maybe he could have both?