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She lunged for Tom, fingers stretched out like claws, and suddenly Tom was not there underneath Betty’s body. Instead, he was charging at Leona. He caught her—the redhead scratched at him like a wildcat—he flung her away with an economy of motion and energy, only sending her rolling across the floor to impact the wall. It barely shook the hut, but Leona still let out an outraged screech and came up roaring for Tom on all fours.

He sidestepped neatly, like a dance partner completing a move that Leona had initiated, and the redhead thrust herself headlong into the wall. When Leona turned around again, it was clear from the look on her face that she couldn’t believe what had happened. Her knees wobbled weakly and she clutched her face while sinking down to the floor.

Tom didn’t hesitate. He was upon her that suddenly, his hands tearing away her furry bra. Leona tried to cross her hands over her breasts, but Tom ripped them away too.

“Be gentle with her, Tom!” Betty called. “Her mating rituals are—“

“I’m aware,” Tom assured her. “I have a Ph.D. in anthropology. Clearly, she provokes a fight with her mates to ensure they’re strong enough to give her healthy offspring. But, Leona, I’m afraid you’ll just have to take my word for it. I’m in no mood to go nine rounds with you, but the fact that I can see those tits of yours right now should tell you I have the right stuff.”

Leona snapped her teeth at him.

“Okay then. I suppose you need more convincing. That’s not a problem. By the time I have you seeing things my way, you’ll be well-bred. And that’s the last time anyone will refer to you that way, I’d wager…”

Tom dropped his mouth to Leona’s perfectly round breasts, sucking on a pink nipple as his hand expertly delved between her legs. His thumb and forefinger parted her labia; his middle finger slicked over her inner wetness.

The digit teased her exposed clit, then stopped teasing it to play back over her folds. Tom could’ve reduced her to insensate lust by keeping on her clit, but instead, he kept her just short of that state—painfully aware of how aroused she was by what he was doing.

“OH!” Leona shrieked, her clit responding, swelling as if to get more of his infrequent touches. “You… you… FIGHT ME! Don’t make me feel this way!”

“You stop fighting,” Tom said gruffly. “Or I’m going to have to tie you up. I don’t want that, Leona. I want you to relax and enjoy yourself.”

“HOW I RELAX WHEN YOU DO THAT?” Leona cried, breathless from what his fingers were doing between her legs.

Tom could only chuckle at that; she’d be more than relaxed soon enough. He covered her bouncing breast with his warm mouth, giving heated sucks to her engorged nipple. It drove Leona even crazier.

Leona’s pretty face vacillated between pleasure and confusion, one feeding the other. She could not understand how she was enjoying this—literally how she could be enjoying it when she should be attacking. Why wasn’t she? She should be kicking and scratching and biting, but those acts couldn’t seem to get traction in the blissful haze she felt all around her. Why was the finely tuned instrument of her body and her sharp mind suddenly turning on her, surrendering her to this man?

Leona shuddered and tried to suppress the erotic feelings growing throughout her body, wherever Tom was touching her. But she couldn’t put out the wildfire. She could only feel it spread.

“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING TO ME! OHHH! PLEASE! YOU CAN’T! CAN’T MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY! CAN’T KEEP MAKING MY BODY—! NNNH! DO THIS!”

Tom chuckled again. He certainly did know what he was doing and Leona was figuring it out quick. Yet there was still so much yet to do with this sexy jungle girl. So he began.

“City man,” Leona panted, suddenly noticing his rising cock and fearing its size. “Don’t use that on me! I can’t take it! Do anything else! You eat me, yes? You lick my pussy like other girls—I come like mad that way! Or I take you in my mouth—suck you like Betty! I even drink cum!”

Her pleas only fanned the flames of Tom’s passion… let him know he was getting to her. “You’re starting to sound a little slutty, Leona. Wanting to suck a man’s cock? Shame on you!”

He knelt between her open thighs and hunched down, his big cock clutched tightly in his hand. Leona spat defiance at him even as he buried his prick into her juicy young sex. With animal passion, Tom began to rut her—Leona only kept her sanity by concentrating on her rage.

“I KILL YOU! KILL YOU! KILL YOU IF YOU—UNNNGGH—EVER STOP!” Leona chanted while he plunged every thick inch of his erection into her opening.

The big red cockhead spread her cuntlips and pushed its way into her tensed up little pussy until his balls were pressed up against her buttocks. Leona panted for breath, feeling him hilting her. Her womanhood spasmed, trying to bear being totally impaled by Tom’s cock.

With her eyes rolling crazily and her tongue flapping out of her mouth, the hapless redhead writhed and rutted with Tom’s tireless, pistoning cock. “OH! OH! NNNNHH!” Leona moaned as she helplessly assisted him in fucking her, out of control—against her will, or it would be if she had any will left to speak of.

“Good girl, very good,” Tom intoned encouragingly. “That’s it. Give me that sweet cunt. HHHH! I’ll see to it you enjoy this as much as you can. That’s it, that’s good, fuck yourself on my prick—that’s what it’s here for.”

Leona’s eyes rolled back in her head. “RRRGH… FUCK HARDER! SHOVE BIG COCK DEEPER IN ME! UUUUHH—LOVE IT—LOVE INSDE ME—BIG COCK!”

Tom found himself short on vocabulary as well. “I’m gonna come, Leona,” he groaned. “I can’t hold back! It’s here!”

When the first spurt of his cum hit Leona’s folds, she came—her most intense orgasm ever. Grunting like an animal, Tom continued pumping her cunt full of his thick seed.

“Mated…” Leona whimpered as Tom’s cock surged and thrummed in its ejaculation. Every inch of it between her legs where she could feel each drop of cum on its way from his balls to the depths of her womanhood.

Her cunt suckled on his member, clinging to it as it swelled, threatening to open her up permanently while it shot and pumped and fucked deep into her cunt. Her senses reeled, her savagely gorgeous head rocking back and forth. Tom’s ejaculation dwindled.

And then he rutted into her again, pounding and pumping and thrusting until he gave her another dose of his cum, enough seed to bloat out her belly. Leona keened, eyes shut as his fiery essence kept flowing into her cunt. She felt it being gulped by her pussy, spurting wildly into her with the heat of molten lava, making her moan and writhe.

Now when he finished, drawing his manhood out of her, she sobbed.

“More! More cum!” Leona bawled, only to open her eyes to the sight of Betty straddling her face—the well-used slit between her legs dripping with cum, just as her own was.

Tom backed off, happy to observe the mating rituals that took place past conception for the elusive jungle girls—and for a chance to rest his hard-working cock. Now Betty was on top of Leona, thighs spread directly over the redhead’s face while she bent down to the pink split of Leona’s own pussy.

Leona was in a much more personable mood, having just been bred. She stuck out her tongue, straining for her first taste of Betty’s sex, or Tom’s cum—they were one and the same at this point.

Betty’s labia slipped down onto Leona’s tongue, its wet slenderness gliding into her, roiling and slurping inside the brunette. Leona’s lips were soon sealed with Betty’s slit, tongue hilted inside of her. The cum that immediately slid into Leona’s mouth and down her throat made her drunk with desire.

At the same time, Betty passionately lavished her tongue on Leona’s snatch. She pushed a finger into her tight, virginal asshole for good measure, pumping into it in time with her lapping tongue. Already, liquid pressure mounted in Leona’s sex, readying her to come for Betty just as she had for Tom.

But Betty orgasmed first. Her cream was twice as hot, twice as sweet, twice as much, coming after how Tom had pleased her, with the sexual charge in the air pushing her body to its zenith. And Leona willingly feasted on Betty’s juices, using her tongue like a spoon in Betty’s honeypot.

But with a warm bellyful of both Tom’s cum and Betty’s, Leona felt the urge to return the favor Betty was doing her. The way Betty was eating her pussy, it was clear that she was just as thirsty as Leona had been.

In fact, she had to know Leona was almost at completion, because she was licking her slit even harder, using her mouth to ream the redhead out the same way Tom had used his prick. And the way she fingered Leona’s asshole sent urgent, ecstatic pangs through Leona’s churning inner muscles.

At the bottom of the sixty-nine, Leona lifted her hips off the bed so that her slit was pushed into Betty’s lips in an even deeper kiss. “AHHH!” she moaned with her release, an ejaculation Betty was already gulping down.

Tom would’ve loved to intercede now: allowing one of them to take a break from cunnilingus to try her mouth on his cock, double-checking that he had impregnated them, or initiating them into anal sex now that Leona had responded positively to a feminine finger in her asshole. But he had a job to do.

Sheelagh and June still remained to be bred, and though Leona and Betty’s performance had successfully raised his interest, they couldn’t be the beneficiaries of it. He slipped away, leaving them to their festivities, and went to complete the breeding program.