Other than Maggie and Priscilla, who we’d already seen, the three single girls were the only ones left. The Chief called Mabel, but one of the squaws stopped him and had a hurried conversation. The Chief smiled and held up his hand for silence.
“I think we’re finally going to get some cooperation. I’ve just been told that there’s a new dance from Paris that these last three would like to perform for us. But their costumes require a bit of preparation. So, while they’re getting ready, we can amuse ourselves with our other toys. How’s Mrs. Broaddus doing? I haven’t paid her any attention in a while.”
Mrs. Broaddus seemed to be doing just fine. At least her ass wasn’t being beat. She was on her back, legs spread wide, with a brave pounding it to her. The squaw who had taken such delight in ripping Angela’s clothes off had stripped naked herself was squatting down with Angela’s nose buried in her twat. The look on her face seemed to indicate that Angela had learned to eat pussy as well as she had learned to suck dick. And Angela had had plenty of dick. I don’t think she had spent more than a minute without one shoved in her mouth or her cunt since she’d been given to the braves. She’d probably had more cock run in and out of her in the last thirty minutes than she had in ten years previous.
“Well, she seems to be occupied. And I wouldn’t want to interrupt a girl at work. Especially when she’s enjoying it as much as this one seems to be. But why don’t you bring her over here where the Colonel can see better? I’m sure it will be very educational for him. In the meantime, I think I’ll go play with Mrs. Bromley. She’s been neglected long enough.”
I’m sure Agnes didn’t feel as though she’d been neglected. While we had been otherwise occupied, her squaw had been busily harvesting her fleece. Where Agnes had once had a bountiful pelt, she was now nearly bald. The skin on her pussy and between her legs was raw and sore where the hair had been pulled out.
“That’s looking good, Wailing Song. It’ll look better when you finish though. Looks like she’s still got some hair around her slit and in the crack of her ass. You can take care of that later though. Right now, why don’t you untie her?”
While Wailing Song loosened her bonds, the Chief spoke to Agnes. “Have you ever been butt fucked, Mrs. Bromley?”
“W-w-what?” she stammered.
“It’s a simple question Mrs. Bromley. Have you ever been butt fucked? You’ve got a fine looking ass, so I’d be surprised if you hadn’t. Has any man ever used you that way? You know, stuck his prick in here?” the Chief finished as he shoved his thumb up her asshole.
“N-n-n-ngggggg! Y-y-yes,” Agnes confessed. “That was Joshua’s favorite way. He said he liked that hole better than my regular one.”
“Good. I hope it was your favorite way too, because you’re about to get it again. If it was his favorite way, you should know the best position to be in, so turn over and get in it. Unless you’d rather be staked out again.”
Some people might say that Agnes had learned that refusal would just earn her another beating, but I think she just needed some dick real bad and didn’t really care who’s it was or where it was put, just so long as it was put in her. With no hesitation at all, she rolled over, pulled her knees underneath her and raised her ass high in the air. Spreading her legs as wide as possible, her pussy and asshole were both gaping wide, begging to be used. Her pussy was dripping, so the Chief fucked there first. But after about three strokes, he pulled out, aimed a couple of inches higher, and teased her asshole with the head of his prick.
Agnes immediately started shoving back against him. “Please, please put it back in me,” she whimpered.
“What do you want, Mrs. Bromley?”
“Fuck me, oh please fuck me. Don’t leave me like this.”
“In your ass?”
“Oh yes, my ass, my pussy, wherever you like. Just please fuck me. My ass, oh yes, please fuck my ass.”
Shoving forward, the Chief parted her sphincter and buried his well lubricated prick deep in her bowels. Agnes had been giving him a ride when he was in her cunt. When he entered her asshole she went absolutely wild and really started bucking, meeting each of his thrusts and humping hard, trying to get more and more of him inside of her. When he finished and pulled out she was still whimpering, begging for more.
“This slut still wants more. Who wants to see if he can satisfy her?” A dozen of his braves lined up to take their turn at the same hole. It was going to be a while before Agnes could shit or even sit down comfortably, but judging from the way she was waving her ass around, she seemed to be enjoying it for now.
The three women hadn’t returned from the tents yet, so the Chief decided to give Maggie and Priscilla their chance. Priscilla was selected to go first and Bob turned green again as she pranced down the hill, her bare ass and pussy both peeking out from under the chemise. He had almost lost his mind when she had danced before. Now it was her turn again and she had promised a better show than she’d given them the last time. I wasn’t at all sure the poor man could stand it. The braves had moved Angela to the side, but she was still close enough that we could hear the groans as she sucked and fucked all comers. Bob was sure that even if his wife didn’t put out during her show, she would be joining Angela as soon as she finished her dance.
Priscilla went to the center of the circle and struck a pose. Then the drum started. I don’t know where she had learned, but in the last couple of hours since she had narrowly missed a whipping she had figured out what to do. She turned and twirled, flashing her ass as she did. As the tempo of the music picked up, so did the tempo of her dance. One of the braves jumped up to dance with her and Priscilla began rubbing against him, climbing all over him. Laughing, the two of them fell backward into the crowd. When Priscilla came up, she had lost her chemise, but she had acquired the braves loincloth. Wrapping it casually around her waist she began to dance around the circle, stopping at each group to feel and be felt. At the first group, she selected one brave and danced him out to the center of the circle. Unfastening his loincloth, she draped it around her neck and fell to her knees in front of him. Pulling him into her mouth, she sucked vigorously until her cheeks were bulging out from his cum.
She continued around the circle in this fashion, acquiring another loincloth at each group, until she reached the group next to where we were sitting. She selected her brave like before, but the rest of them wouldn’t let her go. Finally she led three of them to the middle of the circle. Dropping her collection in a pile, she danced around the three of them, tugging and pulling until she had three more loincloths to add to her pile. Then she really went to work, waving her ass and pussy at them, and sticking her tits in their face. She even humped their legs, the way a dog does when it’s in heat. Needless to say, she had three hard-ons standing proudly in front of her.
She pushed the first brave onto his back and impaled herself on him. Then she leaned forward and pointed to her asshole. The second one was quick to accept her offer and buried himself in her quivering bunghole. The third one made full use of her mouth. Priscilla was doing three men at the same time and seemed to be loving every minute of it. They all came at the same time and you could almost see the fireworks going off over them.
One by one, the three braves pulled out of her and staggered back to their group. Priscilla seemed to be exhilarated though. She danced around the circle like some sort of fairy sprite, high on some kind of drug. Then she landed in front of me.
“Hello Nate. I hope you’re enjoying this. I certainly am. I never realized what I was missing, that fucking could be so much fun. But I’ve seen the way you’ve been watching all of us, hoping to see something, ever since we left St. Louis. You were too much of a gentleman though to do anything about it. Well, here I am, and I hope it’s more than you ever expected to see.” With that, she plopped herself down in my lap and shoved a tit in my face. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my prick.
“Oh my, so big and hard. Why haven’t you done anything about it?”
I tried to explain that they hadn’t let us get up, and that this was the closest I’d been to anything since we’d left St. Louis. But with my mouth full of boob, the words just wouldn’t come out. They didn’t seem important enough to quit sucking that beautiful tit anyway.
“Well, not to worry. I just want you to know, I’m at your disposal — completely. Oh Gooooood! Talk about keeping a civil tongue in your head. I’ve never met one more civil than yours, Sir. I know I’ll get a chance to reciprocate later. And maybe, after I’ve had a chance to clean up, I can see if your tongue works as well in other places.”
Then she gave my prick a little pinch and a pat and danced away. I just about came in my pants. Her next stop was the Colonel. She rubbed her tits in his face and humped his leg, just like she’d done withe the Indians. I don’t know what she said to him, but when she danced away, the Colonel was gasping.
She was on her way over to Bob when the Chief called her. It was probably just as well. The state he was in, I don’t think he could of stood his wife sitting in his lap and behaving like a slut in full view of everyone. And him not even getting any. Priscilla gave the Chief the same treatment she had given me, but then he pushed her to her knees. Priscilla knew full well what was expected of her and didn’t hesitate a second. Unfastening his breechcloth, she freed his manhood and sucked every bit of it down her throat. As the music ended, Priscilla was on her knees in front of all of us, sucking as she’d never sucked before. This was the second time for the Chief, so it took him a bit longer than before. But when he finally came, it was a gusher. Priscilla’s cheeks bulged out and she was gulping frantically while the Chief pumped in and out of her mouth.
As he sat down, he pulled her with him and sat her in his lap. Lucille, Mabel and Rachel were finally back from the tent, so the Chief ordered them up next. Reluctantly he lifted Priscilla off of his lap and handed her over to one of his lieutenants. There was an audible slurp as his dick slipped out of her cunt.
Bob had been right about one thing. The lieutenant took her over near where Angela was. Priscilla was really getting into the swing of things. He didn’t even have to tell her what he wanted. She just fell to her knees in front of him, unfastened his loincloth, and slurped his manhood down. After the lieutenant dumped his load down her throat he left her kneeling in the dust. So now the Indians had two sucking machines, ready and eager for anyone who came along. And there were plenty. The two girls were kept constantly busy with a parade of Indians. If they could live off of cum, we wouldn’t have to feed them for a week.
The three dancers took their places in the center of the circle. They posed for a few minutes to let us admire their handiwork while they waited for the music to start. And they had really done a lot of work. They were still wearing the same black dresses, but you wouldn’t have believed it. The high necks were completely gone and the blouses had been cut low in the back and the front, exposing a lot of cleavage and the upper part of their breasts. The long skirts had been shortened to well above their knees. They each had on two or three extra petticoats, but these had been shortened to the same length as the dress. As short as their dresses were, it was obvious that they were wearing their bloomers, but even these were different. They’d cut the sides out and shortened them, and then sewn bits of lace where they had cut them. High heel shoes and little ankle socks completed the outfit. I tell you, it was a sight. Bare calves and bare shoulders were quite risque. If they hadn’t of been preceded by absolute nudity, we’d of all been shocked.
When the drum began, they linked their arms together and started dancing around and around, kicking their legs in unison. They were kicking so high that their bloomers were visible all the way up to their crotch. They had lace sewn there too. It might of been my imagination, but I could of sworn I could see pussy hair through the lace. When the dance was over, they turned around and bent over, flipped their skirts up over their back and exposed the backside of their bloomers to all of us.
It was fun. It wasn’t nearly as wanton or sensual as the Chief wanted, but it was fun. And after the show Priscilla had just given us, I think everyone needed a break. I guess the Indians thought so too, ‘cause they were all stomping their feet and whooping for more.
The girls had no illusions as to what was expected of them. Their first dance had been a success, but they knew they were going to have to improve on it. They’d seen what happened to Susan, so they also knew that before they were finished, they’d better be naked. But just being naked wasn’t enough. So far, all the women had been stripped, but Priscilla was the only one who hadn’t been whipped. So they knew they had to be good, otherwise their asses would be the next ones turned up.
When the music started again, they loosened their bloomers and let them flutter to their ankles. Stepping out of them, they kicked up their heels and all three pairs went sailing into the crowd. Then they started the can-can again, kicking their legs just as high as before. This time I knew it wasn’t my imagination. Every time they kicked, three hairy slits were visible to all of us. And when they did their finale, it was three gorgeous moons that were facing towards us.
Mabel and Lucille stood to the side and clapped their hands in time to the drum while Rachel moved to the center of the circle. She danced around for a few minutes and then zoomed in on the far side of the group. She danced over to that side and worked those men hard, sitting on a lap here, a quick kiss there, grabbing a crotch and getting grabbed in return. In a few places, she left a petticoat, promising to return for it later. Finally she danced back to the center of the ring where the fire was still smoldering. Grabbing her dress at the bust line, she ripped it off and dropped it on the hot coals. Naked, except for her shoes and ankle socks, she walked back over to the men she had been working and stood there clapping while Mabel stepped into the ring.
The three of them had to have rehearsed their act. Mabel went through exactly the same ritual that Rachel had, except in a different section of the circle. Then there were two naked beauties clapping while Lucille stepped into the ring. Lucille’s share of the ring included the section where we were sitting, so naturally the Chief’s lap was one of the first ones she sat on. But when she went to get up, he grabbed her dress and jerked it off of her. Another jerk and he had her petticoats. Lucille had to work her men the same as Mabel and Rachel had, but when she sat on our laps, she was fully naked. My only regret is that my hands were still tied and I couldn’t fondle her tits and ass in return. Despite that, I know I enjoyed it and from the flushed look on her face, I think she did too.
The Chief called the three of them together to congratulate them and to show them his cock. Miraculously, it was hard again. But he was starting to feel sorry for the Colonel, Bob, and me. Everybody else was getting laid and sucked off, and the only thing we’d gotten had been a few feels. So he told the three of them to take care of us — to relieve our tensions. Lucille went to the Colonel, Mabel went to Bob, and Rachel wound up in my lap. Our hands were still tied and we still had our pants on, so I wasn’t quite sure how this was going to relieve our tension, if anything, it was making mine worse. But Rachel was an inventive lady. Besides that, I think she was just incredibly horny after all the fondling she’d gotten. Before I quite knew what was happening, she had my pants down around my ankles and was stuffing my boner up her hairy twat.
Lucille and Mabel must have been just as horny as she was, ‘cause the Colonel and Bob were enjoying a similar experience. There was fucking and sucking everywhere. The line behind Agnes’ asshole had gotten longer and Angela and Priscilla were still on their knees, taking on all comers. Besides our women, most of the squaws had stripped off their robes and were getting a workout of their own. I guess the Chief was getting bored. Rachel and I were just getting into it when he called Maggie to perform. It’s not that we weren’t interested in watching her dance, it’s just that we were otherwise preoccupied.
Maggie couldn’t believe what was expected of her. She wasn’t quite sure what to do and she had even less of an idea how to get anyone’s attention with all this sucking and fucking going on all around her. The last time he’d called her, she’d ripped her clothes off. Stripped herself naked and gotten whipped for her pains. She was determined not to get whipped again. She stood there quietly with her head bowed for a few moments.
Then, when the drum increased in intensity, she squared her shoulders back and began to dance. I don’t know what came over her, but God, what a dance it was. It got all of our attention, no matter what we were doing. I know she’d never learned those steps in the proper schools she went to back east. It might have been some primordial knowledge, something buried somewhere back in her instincts, or maybe she was just a natural slut. I don’t know what it was, but she was awesome. She twisted and turned and undulated around the circle. Whenever she stopped, she would kick her legs high, causing the french panties to gape open and expose her pussy.
As if by second nature, she seemed to sense when the Indians were ready for more. She gripped her chemise by the hem and smoothly pulled it over her head. She completed the motion by throwing the chemise into a group of her most ardent admirers. And then she strutted, literally strutted around the circle. When she had stripped before she had been shy and nervous, a wilting flower.
And it had been obvious. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what had happened to her, but this was not the same woman who had torn her clothes off earlier in a futile effort to please the Chief. Now she was turned on, proud of her body and proud of the way she was arousing her audience. Her nipples were fully erect and she made sure every man got a good look at them. Even the women were watching her. I was sure I saw Angela and Priscilla both licking their lips.
When she bent over and pushed her panties down in back to expose her ass there were ooohhhs and aaahhhs from everyone. I know Rachel was juicing more than I would have expected. Her fingers were busy busy working her clit while she squirmed on my prick. Maggie stood there for a few minutes, bent over and twitching her ass cheeks in time to the drum. It wasn’t long before everyone joined in and was clapping their hands in time to her ass twitch. I don’t know what she had, but it was something special. She was dancing for everyone, but she made everyone feel that she was dancing just for him.
After the ass twitching she pulled her panties back up tight into the crack of her ass and her slit. Then she straddled the tree stump and started humping, I know that every man there felt like she was fucking him and him alone. When she climbed off of the tree stump she still had her panties on, but they were sopping wet. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I know the rod I had shoved up Rachel’s cunt was harder than any I’d ever given anyone before. And Rachel was appreciative of it. She was grabbing my balls, squeezing my dick, and humping me harder than I’d ever been humped in my life. And then I came, shooting what seemed like gallons of cum deep into her womb. After that, everything seemed to be anti-climatic. Maggie wasn’t dancing anymore and I was about to pass out. So the two of us just sat there, relishing the closeness the two of us had shared, with my prick still buried in her and her pussy twitching around it.
The Chief had taken the place of the tree stump was fucking Maggie. As many times as he had cum, I was surprised that he could still get it up, but there he was. She was flat on her back with her legs in the air and he was pounding in and out of her. And she was loving every minute of it. When he finally climbed off of her, she was begging for more. And the Indians were eager to oblige her. Brave after brave filled her eager hole. Then they flipped her over and went to work on her backside. I never got a chance at Maggie, but the way the braves were going after her, fucking her must have been just as special as watching her had been. I made myself a promise that I would fill that gap in my experience as soon as possible.
I think it was exhaustion more than anything else that finally caused everyone to start settling down. We’d been fucking and sucking since early in the morning. We hadn’t even stopped for lunch, and now the sun was starting to settle behind the mountains. They raided our supplies and added a couple of deer they had to them, and pretty soon the squaws were preparing a wonderful stew. By Indian custom, the women served the men first. As hungry as I was, anything would have tasted good, but this stew was delicious. I don’t know what they put in it, but it didn’t taste like anything we’d brought across the plains with us. And of course, being served by willing, naked women made the meal even better. Naturally, our women were still naked, but the squaws hadn’t gotten dressed either. The contrast of naked brown and white bodies flitting back and forth as they brought us plates of food was a memory to treasure.
After the meal, three of the squaws sucked off the Colonel, Bob, and myself. The Chief said it was their desert, but I think it was a pay back. They’d been enjoying our women all day, so he wanted to give us a chance at theirs.
They had untied Susan in time for her to share the meal. I know it was her own fault, but I had to feel sorry for her as she limped over to where we were sitting. The ants had been busy while we were fucking around all day. Her pussy and tits were covered with bites, but at least the syrup had been cleaned off. I think she learned her lesson though. While the squaw was blowing me, I noticed that she was getting her desert too. The Indian who had whipped her earlier had her kneeling between his legs. Her head was bobbing up and down, and this time she seemed to be doing it properly.
As exhausted as we were, everyone was soon drifting off to sleep. Rachel tried to snuggle up next to me, but two young braves came by and found her. They carried her out in the firelight and she was soon thrashing and kicking and generally doing her best to satisfy both of them.
It was just as well that she had been carried away. She was still thrashing around out by the fire when the squaws who had sucked us off earlier came back. They didn’t speak any English, but after a lot of hand signs we figured out that they felt that since they had sucked us, it was only fair that we suck them in return. We felt that it was our diplomatic duty to oblige them, so the Colonel, Bob and I buried our faces in squaw cunt. And you know, no one is ever satisfied with just eating pussy. After you eat it, you just gotta fuck it, so we did our best to pound their asses into the sand. I guess we did all right. They seemed to be three very satisfied young ladies as they wandered back to their tents.
I was just getting to sleep again when a warm body cuddled up against me. “Oh Nate,” Priscilla whispered. “I know you’ve been busy, but is that magic tongue of yours still available? I got a chance to wash up, so my pussy is all fresh and clean for you.”
How could I refuse a request like that, especially coming from this lady. In no time at all I had reversed my position and the two of us were locked in a sixty-nine embrace. I was chewing on her clit and she was sucking my balls when suddenly a shadow fell over us. Priscilla went rigid and I looked up to see Bob standing there in the moonlight.
“Oh God,” I thought. “The son of a bitch has lost it now for sure. It doesn’t matter that she’s probably sucked or fucked every Indian in camp, this mother fucker is going to kill me.”
But he was surprisingly calm. “Don’t stop what you’re doing Priscilla. I know how long he’s been wanting it, and I’m sure Nate’s getting a real charge out of this. I just want to try some of what I’ve been missing all this time. Three years we’ve been married and it’s just now I’m finding out you’ve got two other holes.”
Without letting her take her mouth off my dick, he rearranged Priscilla so that she was positioned just like she had been earlier. On her hands and knees, sucking my dick with her legs spread and her ass stuck up in the air. With all the butt fucking she’d had that day, Priscilla was already stretched and well lubricated. With one stroke, Bob was buried up to the balls in his wife’s asshole. Priscilla hadn’t been alone in her fucking. Bob and I had been busy too, so I figured it would take a while for any of us to cum. But surprisingly, in just a few minutes, the three of us reached our climax together and Priscilla was getting filled in both ends.
Then Bob had us switch positions. “You can use her asshole if you want, Nate, but I think she’d like some straight fucking. I’ve been fucking her for three years, and this is the horniest I’ve ever seen her. Her pussy’s so wet, it’s gushing. I can guarangoddamntee you, she knows how to use it. If she doesn’t make it snap on you, whip her ass till she does.” Sticking his dick in Priscilla’s face he said: “Priscilla, I don’t know where you learned all those tricks we saw today, but I think you should show them to us. While you’re showing Nate your snapping pussy, you can show me how your mouth works. Up till this afternoon, I thought the only thing it was good for was talking and eating.”
Priscilla eagerly ran her tongue over his balls and dick while I moved into position behind her. Almost automatically, her legs parted to welcome me. Her pussy was winking at me, begging me to come on in. This was a scene from one of my fantasies. First she had sucked me while her husband had buggered her, and now she was sucking him while I was getting ready to fuck her. Just to make sure, I grabbed her crotch. Bob was right. She was dripping and so horny she tried to fuck my hand. With one stroke, I was buried up to the balls in her exquisite quim.
So there she was again, sucking and fucking at the same time. But this time, at least, she was getting her a proper fucking. Long, slow strokes. And the way she was moving her hips, I know she was loving every one of them. And she really did know how to use her twat. Like Bob had said, it was a snapper. Every time I tried to pull out, it snapped hungrily at my dick, sucking it back in. I don’t know how many times she got fucked that day, but I’d like to think she liked my fucking the best.
After that we kind of passed out. I was spooned up on one side of her, nestled against her ass and Bob was on the other with his head snuggled in her tits. I can’t speak for the two of them, but exhaustion overtook me. I was out till the following morning.
After breakfast, the Chief gathered everyone into the circle again. Bob, the Colonel and I were back in the same places we’d been in yesterday, but this time they hadn’t tied us up. Lucille, Mabel and Rachel were sent over to join us with an admonition to make sure we were entertained. I don’t know where Lucille and Mabel had spent the night, but they weren’t in to the swing of things yet this morning. They shyly approached the Colonel and Bob with their hands over their pussies and sat on the ground beside them. Rachel, on the other hand, wasn’t a bit bashful. I knew where she’d been at least part of the evening and she was ready for more.
She plunked herself down in my lap and wiggled just a little to get herself comfortable. When she’d done that to me the day before, my hands had been tied, but now they were free. I immediately grabbed a handful of bare tit and a handful of cunt. It seemed like as good a way as any to wait to see what was going to happen. Then the Chief told the rest of the women to find a place wherever they would be most comfortable. Angela and Priscilla were both torn between pride and desire. They knew that the Colonel and Bob expected them to join them, but by this time Lucille and Mabel had overcome their modesty and were in the men’s laps. The women knew they’d have to share their husband’s dicks, but if they chose a brave, they’d have as much as they could handle. Finally, their sense of propriety overcame their jealously and they joined us, Angela between the Colonel and Bob, and Priscilla between Bob and me.
Maggie didn’t have their problem. She’d had so many dicks the day before that she couldn’t make up her mind which one was her favorite. After some consideration, she selected a particularly strong looking brave and curled up on the ground beside him. I was only a little surprised when Susan found her Indian, the same one who had abused her rear end and then made it up to her by letting her suck him off. But I was really surprised by Agnes. She went trotting off to a group of half a dozen braves, flopped down on the ground with her knees under her and raised her ass in the air, ready for whatever they might throw at her.
I wasn’t at all sure what was going to happen, but I was sure this couldn’t last. So I felt like I better take advantage of the good times while I could. And I was in an enviable spot. Rachel was doing her best to occupy all of my attention, but Priscilla was close enough for me to reach. Bob took care of her right tit while I took care of her left. Everybody was getting into the swing of things. Susan had a dick in her mouth and Agnes had one up her butt. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like Maggie had one in all three holes. Our little group wasn’t doing anything yet, but that was only because with five naked women and only three men, we hadn’t figured out what to do. Then the Chief started to talk again.
“Yesterday, three of these women missed their opportunity to dance for us. So if the three of you will present yourselves to us, we’ll see about giving you another chance.”
Reluctantly, Agnes and Susan separated themselves from their dicks and joined Angela in front of the Chief. They had learned something from Priscilla, so they curtsied properly and then stood. The difference in appearance was the fact that Susan had blond pubic hair. And Angela, of course, had none. Even Agnes was looking good. For a fat girl, she looked good anyway, but all that ass fucking had really made her glow. I had never had a chance to butt fuck very much, but if I got the chance, I was going to make sure that chubby butt was well reamed.
“Okay ladies, none of you danced yesterday, so now is your chance. I don’t think Susan is ready to put clothing over her ant bites and sunburn yet, so she can entertain us while the two of you fetch your clothes. You can get dressed if you want, it really doesn’t matter. Just make sure you bring the rest of your clothes out here with you. All of them.”
Angela and Agnes scurried off to the wagons while Susan stood there.
“Please, Sir,” she said. “It’s not that I don’t want to dance, but I really don’t know how. Maybe if Maggie or Priscilla could give me some instruction? Really, Sir, I could dance much better for you then.”
“Give her another whipping,” one of the squaws screamed. “She learned how to suck cock that way, she can learn to dance that way too.”
“No,” the Chief said. “At least she’s honest. So we’re going to give her the chance, with both of them. Maggie, Priscilla, get up here. Show this girl how to dance. But I don’t want either of you to do anything. Just show her how, it’s her dance.”
I don’t know if Maggie and Priscilla were eager to be the center of attention or if they had finally learned what would happen to them if they were slow to respond to the Chief’s wishes. But they were up there in a flash. They took Susan over to where a group of squaws were sitting and there was a great deal of conspiratorial whispering. Then Maggie approached the Chief.
“Begging your pardon, Sir, but I’d like to request some leniency for my student. It’s not that she’s reluctant to perform — as a matter of fact, she’s eager — it’s just that she doesn’t have any idea what to do. We’re working on a plan which I believe will surprise you, but it’s going to take us a few minutes to get it together. If you agree to this, then either Priscilla or I could entertain you while she’s getting ready.”
“But if one of you is entertaining us, that will make it just that much longer before she’s ready, won’t it?”
“Yes Sir, it will. But we felt we should present it to you as an option.”
“Well, I don’t find that option acceptable. But I don’t think it will matter. Here comes her mother and Mrs. Bromley. They can entertain us until she’s ready.”
Angela and Agnes were sashaying down the path with a couple of squaws behind them, carrying their luggage. I don’t know where they had gotten their dresses, but I was sure they weren’t on the Colonel’s approved list of clothing. I took one look at him and I knew they weren’t. Lucille had his pants open and was chewing on his rod, but even that didn’t distract him. He was livid.
Both women were dressed to a “T”. Angela was wearing a full length, red velvet evening gown, cut low over her breasts and revealing a lot of cleavage. If we hadn’t already seen her naked, I’d of thought this dress was scandalous. The front of the skirt was cut in a wide “V”, showing off a lacy, white underskirt. She had on a matching hat with a wide brim, a long white egret feather, and a black lace veil.
Agnes was dressed identical to her, except that her outfit was emerald green. And they were both carrying matching parasols.
They sashayed up to the Chief and curtsied low, spreading their skirts wide. “With your permission, Sir,” Angela said, “we would like to perform for you and your men.”
The Chief nodded his approval and the two of them rose to their feet. Twirling their parasols, they sauntered around the circle. It was really a promenade, shoulders back, breasts thrust out, and hips swaying from left to right. And as they paraded around, they looked at and smiled at their audience. They’d learned the value of eye contact. Every man there had the feeling that they were showing themselves off just for him.
And they were showing off. They were flaunting themselves for the whole tribe, but they were also flaunting themselves to each individual. Then they started to dance, twisting and swaying, their skirts flowing gracefully behind them. As the music picked up, they began spinning, their skirts billowing up around them and exposing their legs. And the Colonel got another surprise. It wasn’t the plain, white cotton bloomers they were exposing. Their legs were encased in long stockings that came half way up their thighs and were held in place by red garters. And if that weren’t enough, their legs were topped off by sexy french cut panties, just like Maggie had work earlier. I figured it was just a good thing for him that Lucille was where she was and doing what she was doing. The poor man’s blood pressure would have probably gone over the top if she hadn’t been there to relieve it.
Agnes started doing a funny little dance step, similar to what the girls had done earlier with their can-can number. Angela soon joined her, but added an embellishment. She grabbed the front of her skirt and lifted it up to her waist, baring herself from the waist down. Agnes followed suit, and the two of them were dancing, decently covered in back, but only shielded in front by the skimpy panties and long silk stockings.
The danced over to where we were sitting, Agnes intruding on the Colonel’s blowjob and Angela interrupting the mutual grope that Rachel and I were indulging ourselves in. After flouncing their skirts at us for a few seconds, they turned their backs on us so they could show off their legs to the Indians. Then I heard Angela whisper over her shoulder. “Unfasten my dress, would you please, Nate? I was afraid to let one of the Indians do it. They’d of just ripped it off of me.”
While I could sympathize with the Indian’s attitude, I understood where Angela was coming from. The dress was far too pretty to turn into a pile of rags. As carefully as I could, I unfastened the buttons that ran all the way down her back. Lucille was still sucking away, but the Colonel was doing the same favor for Agnes. When the buttons were undone, the dresses fell away and the ladies stepped out of them and we all got another surprise. They were both wearing those new fangled contraptions, brassieres I think they’re called, over their chests. These were the first I’d ever seen, but I really think the idea might catch on. They really looked nice, all lacy and such. But what was best was what they did for the tits. They held them out, sort of presenting them to us, rather than squashing them flat like a bodice does.
Twirling their parasols over their shoulders, they dropped their hats on top the dresses and danced across their stage, twisting and swaying like they had before. Except that this time, the skirt wasn’t flowing behind them. It’s funny how it works. Their tits and asses were still covered, but somehow they were more enticing with just the brassieres and panties than they had been when they were fully naked. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Even the women who were helping prepare Susan stopped what they were doing to watch.
Rachel and Priscilla had gathered up their dresses and put them behind us. When the brassieres came off, they threw them to Priscilla who put them back with the dresses. Now that their breasts were bare, the dancing got more frenetic. With tits swinging to and fro, I was afraid they were going to hurt themselves. And I was sure that Agnes was going to give herself a black eye. But somehow, they pulled it off.
Angela had the crowning movement though. Standing on her tip toes, she raised herself up as tall as she could, tits sticking out proudly. Then she suddenly bent forward at the waist, and slipped the panties down over her hips. Twirling about, the panties fluttered to her ankles. With a little dancer’s kick, she stepped out of them and stood to the side. The change that had come over her was nothing short of amazing. Yesterday when she had been stripped she had hunkered over, and used one hand to shield her bush while the other vainly tried to shield her tits. Now she was standing straight, shoulders thrown back and legs slightly spread, proudly displaying her nakedness while she waited for Agnes to catch up. And today she didn’t even have a bush to hide.
Agnes knew she could never emulate the way Angela had removed her last veil, so she didn’t even try. But while her method wasn’t nearly as spectacular, it was just as effective. Pushing her panties low on her hips, she danced up to the nearest Indian. Rubbing her groin in his face, the Indian had little choice. Gently, he rolled her panties down and pulled them off. And when she turned around, we had another surprise. While she and Angela were in the tent, they had trimmed her cunt. After the way her hair had been pulled out, her pelt had been looking pretty ragged. But now it was neat and clean. The only thing left of her luxurious pelt was a neat little heart, centered directly above her slit.
The two women danced their way over to where the Chief sat. Keeping her legs straight, Angela’s spread them as wide as she could and bent over, touching her hands to the ground. Looking back at the Chief, she said: “Please, Sir. Would you fuck my ass?”
“Have you ever been butt fucked, Mrs. Broaddus?”
“N-n-n-no,” she quavered.
“Then I think you should offer that prize to your husband. After he’s broken you in, come back and I’ll oblige you. And while she’s doing that — Mrs. Bromley, why don’t you introduce Nate to the joys of sodomy?”
Agnes pranced right over and waved her cute little heart in my face, so close that I could have stuck out my tongue and licked it. “Hello Nate,” she whispered. “I’ve been wondering when I was going to get a chance at you.” She twitched her hips and shoved her snatch a little closer. “You remember yesterday when the Chief was worried about me feeling neglected? Well, Agnes is fine. With all the attention I’ve been getting, I don’t feel neglected at all. But my poor little pussy — she feels like an orphan. Nobody’s been paying any attention to her at all. Everybody wants to go up my backside. Please don’t misunderstand me. I want you up there, but would you give me a good hard fucking first. Then you can use my asshole all you want.”
I had to admit, it did look good. Of course, as close as she’d gotten, the only thing I could see was cunt lips and clit. I kissed, dead in the middle of her twat, licked her clit, and pushed her away. Poor Agnes. One touch from my tongue and she was a quivering mass of jelly.
“Agnes, I promise to take good care of your little orphan for you. I see what you mean, she does feel neglected. But right now, I want to watch Angela. So why don’t you kneel down and keep me entertained while I see what the Colonel does. I seem to remember you showed considerable talent with your mouth too. But don’t let me come. As soon as the Colonel’s done, it’ll be your turn, and I want to be sure and have enough spunk left for both your nether holes.”
With no further invitation, Agnes fell to her knees and went to work. I was in heaven. Naked female flesh was all around me, I was about to watch Angela lose her anal virginity, and I was getting the best blowjob of my life.
Where Agnes had been eager, Angela was mortified. Fucking and sucking, even publicly, didn’t seem to bother her anymore. And I don’t even think the prospect of giving up her rosebud bothered her too much. But giving it up to the Colonel was another story. He was a Milquetoast and had always done whatever she told him to. But she knew that once she let him use her rectum, those days were gone forever. She’d never have that control over him again. Particularly if he was the first one to get into her ass. But she knew better than to refuse. Whatever the Chief wanted, that’s what he got. Unless she wanted to be whipped and fed to the ants again. Reluctantly, she danced over to the Colonel, presented her backside to him, and made a similar request. I said similar. With the Chief, she’d asked him directly to fuck her ass. With the Colonel, she couldn’t quite get the words out.
“Homer, would you… would you please…” she whimpered.
The Colonel was already feeling his new power. Patting Lucille on the head, he pulled her face out of his crotch and pushed her gently to the side. “Would I what, Angela?”
“Oh please Homer. W-w-would you p-p-put your thing in my…”
“Would I put what thing where, Angela?”
“Oh Homer, please don’t embarrass me this way. You know what I mean, don’t make me say it.”
“No Angela, I don’t know what you mean. Now are you going to tell me what you want and why you want it, or should I send you back to the Chief?”
“Goddamn you, Homer. Fuck my ass. There, I’ve said it. I need to get laid. You saw me just now. I tried to give up my asshole, but he said you had to do it first. So would you please shove your prick up my asshole and fuck me? I’ll suck you or whatever you want after that, but please fuck my ass first.”
I don’t think he would have sent her back to the Chief. When he stood up, he was sporting a hard-on to be proud of and I know he had to have someplace to put it. But making her beg like he did was good. I think her begging changed their relationship more than the butt fucking ever could. Placing the head of his dick on her sphincter muscle, he rammed it home — and Angela’s anal cherry was history.
Homer (I made myself a promise never to call him “the Colonel” again) was pounding away at Angela’s ass. I don’t know if he thought he might never get a chance to fuck again, or he was making up for all those years he had been subservient to her. Whatever it was, he was giving her asshole a first-class reaming. And Angela had changed too. When he first entered her, she had cried and begged him to be gentle. But now she was eagerly meeting his thrusts and screaming for more. It looked like she was on her way to becoming as enthusiastic an ass fucker as Agnes was.
Finally Homer dropped his load. Angela seemed to want to slump down on the ground and rest, but Homer would have none of that. Taking her hand, he led her back over to where the Chief was waiting. After thanking the Chief for letting him have her cherry, he gave her to the Chief and then returned to a still willing Lucille. If her begging and ass fucking had left any doubts in Angela’s mind as to her new status, being given away like this should have dispelled all of them. She was property — to be used and exchanged as we saw fit. She barely whimpered as the Chief spread her out on her belly with her ass in the air. And her asshole was reamed again, and again, and again. After the Chief was finished, he had half a dozen more of his henchmen make sure her cherry was really gone.
One touch of my tongue and Agnes spasmed on me. And she kept right on spasming. As my tongue probed deeper, she wrapped her legs around my head. I thought she was going to crush my skull. I know she cut off my air. I had to eat in order to breathe. Finally, with a shuddering orgasm, her legs flopped loosely to the side. For a minute I thought the woman had passed out. I don’t think she’d ever been eaten before. She’d obviously given plenty of blowjobs, but I doubt that anyone had ever returned the favor. But I’d promised to take care of her pussy and that’s what I intended to do. Eating was only half of it. What she needed was a good fucking. I slid up her body, and her pussy welcomed me in. I couldn’t believe the way she bucked. I thought she was going to throw me off, but she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in deeper. It just proved what I’d always been told. Don’t ever turn down a fat broad. They’re more appreciative than the skinny ones.
Eventually, she collapsed again and I rolled off. But Agnes was all over me, kissing and sucking, my balls and my dick. She even stuck her tongue up my asshole. Then she sat up and smiled.
“Nate, that was the best ever. I thought I’d been fucked before, but I’ve never had it like that. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us, but… but if it works out and they let us live, please let me stay with you. I know I’m fat and you’ll want someone else for a wife, but please keep me. I’ll be good to you, Nate. Just keep me around as a concubine or something.” Rolling over on her stomach, she stuck her ass up in the air. “Now please, shove that wonderful prick up my butt. You can stick it anywhere, anytime you want, but right now your concubine wants it in her ass.”
This was a new twist. I’d never had a woman at my beck and call before, but a willing one like this didn’t seem like too bad an idea. But I thought I’d check out her sincerity before I went any further. I’d noticed a mark on some of the squaw’s rumps and I knew a little of this tribes customs. And if they let us live, I thought I knew a way to keep her.
“Agnes, do you understand what you’re saying? You know a concubine is really no more than a slave, except she’s a sex slave. Do you really want me to enslave you?”
“I never really thought about it before, but I guess you’re right. They really are no more than sex slaves, are they? Oh yes Nate, that’s what I want! Oh, please fuck me hard. I’m getting horny just thinking about it.”
“I grew up in the south. Before the war, my father and Joshua both kept a couple of girls around to use and abuse whenever and however they felt like it. And I know, use and abuse meant sharing the girls with all of their friends and whipping them, sometimes just because they wanted to. Sometimes they used to invite their friends over and the girls would be there, with nothing on but their undies. I can just imagine, you having a big party back east. And me serving the food and drinks, with nothing on but my bloomers and bodice. Or maybe with nothing on at all, just like I am now. Yes Nate, that’s what I want. Use me all you want, share me and humiliate me all you want, even whip me all you want. Just please fuck me once in a while. Now please, stick your prick in my ass. Butt fuck me, Nate! Show me you want me!”
Now came the test. As I slipped my dick up her chocolate channel I told her my idea. “If I’m going to enslave you, Agnes, we’re going to have to do it with the Chief’s blessings. Otherwise, he’ll probably take you with him when he goes and leave me here alone.” Agnes grunted her agreement with this, so I went on. “I don’t know if you noticed or not, but this tribe does keep slaves. And their slaves are branded. If the Chief were to agree to this, I’m sure he would insist on your being branded as well.”
Agnes’ head snapped up at this. “Branded!” she exclaimed.
“Yes Agnes. Right here!” I slapped her on the ass cheek to mark the spot. I could see the thought playing around in her head as she ground her ass back harder on my rod. I don’t know what I had expected, but she didn’t seem to be nearly as repelled by the idea as I had anticipated.
At length Agnes spoke again. “If-if I’m branded, I’ll be marked forever as your slave. You could still sell me or give me away, but I could never deny what I was. If someone took me, or even if I just ran away, as soon as I took my pants off, whoever saw me would know. And as passionate as I am, I know I couldn’t keep my pants on for long. Oh Nate, then I’d really be yours. Can we ask him now, Nate?”
I was still sawing in and out of her asshole. I know that if she was my slave, I could do this anytime I wanted, but for now I was only concerned with the short time. “Certainly not now, and not until after Susan does her dance. Let’s make sure he’s in a good mood. For now, you can be my temporary slave. Now show me what you can do with this asshole. I want to know what I’m getting.”
“Yes Nate, whatever you say. I already feel like your slave. The Chief will just make it official. But, but even if he doesn’t brand me, will you mark me later?” With that, she really started to grind her ass. Agnes was a natural fuck, and she gave fantastic blowjobs, but her asshole was where her talent really was. In no time at all, I was shooting my load deep into her bowels, but her sphincter kept gripping my prick, as if it were trying to milk it of every drop of come.
Bob had overheard our conversation, and seemed to be very interested in its outcome. As soon as I was finished, I passed my new slave on to him. “Do whatever you want with her, but give her back when you’re done.”
He returned the favor by handing Mabel to me. As she sat in my lap, she leaned up and whispered in my ear: “Are you really going to make her your slave, Nate? That sounds so, so decadent.”
“Why not? She seems to be taking well to it. Besides, if the Chief allows it, it might be the only way any of us get out of here. From the way he’s been acting, I think he’ll let the men go. I’m hoping he’ll let us keep our slaves. Only thing is, you women are going to have to declare yourselves. What Agnes doesn’t realize, is that slaves don’t belong to one person. She’d be my slave first, but she’d really belong to my whole tribe. And if we stay together, then you’re my tribe.”
“You mean… You mean she’d belong to all of us? But what if I declared…? Ohhh Nate, that ideas not decadent, it’s positively scandalous. But deliciously scandalous. Think you could get this thing hard again? I can’t believe how wet I’m getting, just thinking about it.”
“Well Mabel. I might be able to, but you’ll probably have to talk me into it.”
Rachel had been listening intently to this conversation. “You mean, if we don’t declare ourselves to be your slaves, they might take us with them to their camp?”
“Well, there’s no telling what they might do, but that’s a pretty good bet. Indians have a healthy respect for property, particularly if they feel like they’ve given it to you. They might let everyone go, but then again, they might decide to enslave, or even kill all of us. There’s just no telling.” I knew I had put some thoughts in both their heads. It was too soon to tell where they might go with them, but life just might prove to be very interesting.
Mabel had just slipped off my lap and taken me in her mouth when Susan made her appearance. She was stunning. That’s really all that needs to be said, but I’ll try to describe her anyway. The Indian women had given her some of their clothes — a pair of moccasins, aprons (similar to a breech cloth, but without a covering through the crotch), and a vest. The vest was too small and kept falling open so that we could see that her nipples had been heavily rouged. And they’d given her a bath and makeup — dark eye shadow and lipstick. Her hair had been cleaned, brushed and tied in a long pigtail. She’d been beautiful all along. Cleaned up and made up, she was gorgeous.
When the drum started, she started to dance. The squaws had taught her a few Indian steps and she was doing a pretty fair imitation of a Sioux war dance. Or more likely, a mating dance. She really wasn’t very good, but she was exquisite; and she tried hard. And the braves were appreciative. She was doing her best and they knew it. She didn’t even need to take anything off. With every step, the vest flashed open, showing off her tits, and every time she turned, the aprons would expose her ass or cunt or both. Speaking of which, Maggie and Priscilla had taken care of that too. Her cunt hair had been trimmed up, just like Agnes’ and the little bit that was left had been darkened to show it off better. Then they had accented her pussy lips with rouge. She was a virgin when she started, but I didn’t think she’d still be able to claim that by the time today was over.
One of the braves jumped into the circle and started dancing with her. Then he threw her to one of his friends. She was passed around the circle like this, each one grabbing a feel before he passed her on. By the time she landed in front of the Chief, she had lost the vest and the aprons. The only thing she had left were the moccasins and her collar.
Bringing herself to her knees, she looked at the Chief beseechingly. “Sir,” she began. “I’m entirely at your mercy, but would you do me the favor of ridding me of my virginity?”
I think even the Chief was surprised by this request, but he handled it well. “Which virginity did you have in mind?” he asked.
“All of them, Sir. My vagina and my anus. Or as Nate would put it, my asshole and my cunt.”
I resented that. Never in my life had I talked to her like that. But she was right. It would never have occurred to me to use those other words for her two nether holes.
After due consideration, the Chief answered her. “My dear, I don’t know if you were watching or not, but I just participated in your mothers anal deflowering. As desirable as you are, it will take me a few minutes to recover. Pick your partner for your formal deflowering. After that’s been accomplished, we’ll see to your other hole. Now run, go get him and bring him back here.”
Happily, Susan jumped up and ran off. Lots of men, to include me, had hope, but I don’t think anyone was surprised when she came back with her big Indian buck.
But if she thought she was going to lose her hymen in private, she had a surprise coming. A couple of squaws took over and led her into the center of the circle, calling for Maggie and Priscilla to help. They laid her down on her back and then one of them grabbed her ankles and bent them back over her head, spreading them wide while she did it. Maggie was given one ankle while the squaw held the other. The other squaw took a jar of buffalo grease and spread it liberally all over her cunt and asshole, making sure she got plenty inside of both holes. Then the Indian was brought into the circle. Priscilla was placed on her knees and instructed to make sure he was good and hard. Our bashful Priscilla went at it with gusto, tongue and lips everywhere. When he was finally deemed ready, she stood back and the Indian knelt between Susan’s outstretched legs. One thrust and he was in. One scream from Susan and she was eagerly thrusting back at him. And she was screaming again, but they were different. Now they were eager, encouraging screams as she struggled to pull him deeper and deeper into her cavity.
The brave no sooner emptied his load and pulled out, than his place was taken by the Chief. He’d had Priscilla and Angela both working on him ever since Susan started getting screwed, so now he was more than ready. Judging from her reaction, Susan thought he was more than ready too. Maggie and the squaw pulled her ankles down which canted her asshole up higher, but Susan could still see the Chief approaching between her outstretched legs. From her perspective, it looked like he was carrying twelve inches of rock hard flesh that he was fixing to ram up her defenseless butt.
And then the Chief was upon her. She let out one fearful whimper, but other than that, she was quiet, waiting for the onslaught. It took a bit of poking and prodding, but finally, with the aid of the buffalo grease, he parted her sphincter. With a mighty shove, punctuated by an earsplitting scream from Susan, he buried himself deep in her rectum. And it was done. Susan had lost all her virginity, her mouth, her pussy, and now her asshole. When he finished, the two women turned her over on her belly and left her kneeling in the dust, ass turned up and legs parted, readily available for everyone’s use. A line of men, eager to try out this fresh stuff, quickly formed. I know, I know, I’m a son-of-a-bitch. I was number two in line.
Well, Susan got her share of dick that afternoon. She certainly didn’t get as much as Maggie or Priscilla, but I think she got more than any of the other women. While we were waiting in line, the Chief had Maggie and Priscilla going up and down the line, making sure everyone stayed hard. He took care of Angela himself, alternating between having her suck him off and shoving his dick up her ass. He might of used her cunt once in a while, but her asshole got the brunt of it. Finally he called a halt to our use of Susan and the poor girl sank to the ground, exhausted but still willing.
“I think we’re finally going to get some cooperation. I’ve just been told that there’s a new dance from Paris that these last three would like to perform for us. But their costumes require a bit of preparation. So, while they’re getting ready, we can amuse ourselves with our other toys. How’s Mrs. Broaddus doing? I haven’t paid her any attention in a while.”
Mrs. Broaddus seemed to be doing just fine. At least her ass wasn’t being beat. She was on her back, legs spread wide, with a brave pounding it to her. The squaw who had taken such delight in ripping Angela’s clothes off had stripped naked herself was squatting down with Angela’s nose buried in her twat. The look on her face seemed to indicate that Angela had learned to eat pussy as well as she had learned to suck dick. And Angela had had plenty of dick. I don’t think she had spent more than a minute without one shoved in her mouth or her cunt since she’d been given to the braves. She’d probably had more cock run in and out of her in the last thirty minutes than she had in ten years previous.
“Well, she seems to be occupied. And I wouldn’t want to interrupt a girl at work. Especially when she’s enjoying it as much as this one seems to be. But why don’t you bring her over here where the Colonel can see better? I’m sure it will be very educational for him. In the meantime, I think I’ll go play with Mrs. Bromley. She’s been neglected long enough.”
I’m sure Agnes didn’t feel as though she’d been neglected. While we had been otherwise occupied, her squaw had been busily harvesting her fleece. Where Agnes had once had a bountiful pelt, she was now nearly bald. The skin on her pussy and between her legs was raw and sore where the hair had been pulled out.
“That’s looking good, Wailing Song. It’ll look better when you finish though. Looks like she’s still got some hair around her slit and in the crack of her ass. You can take care of that later though. Right now, why don’t you untie her?”
While Wailing Song loosened her bonds, the Chief spoke to Agnes. “Have you ever been butt fucked, Mrs. Bromley?”
“W-w-what?” she stammered.
“It’s a simple question Mrs. Bromley. Have you ever been butt fucked? You’ve got a fine looking ass, so I’d be surprised if you hadn’t. Has any man ever used you that way? You know, stuck his prick in here?” the Chief finished as he shoved his thumb up her asshole.
“N-n-n-ngggggg! Y-y-yes,” Agnes confessed. “That was Joshua’s favorite way. He said he liked that hole better than my regular one.”
“Good. I hope it was your favorite way too, because you’re about to get it again. If it was his favorite way, you should know the best position to be in, so turn over and get in it. Unless you’d rather be staked out again.”
Some people might say that Agnes had learned that refusal would just earn her another beating, but I think she just needed some dick real bad and didn’t really care who’s it was or where it was put, just so long as it was put in her. With no hesitation at all, she rolled over, pulled her knees underneath her and raised her ass high in the air. Spreading her legs as wide as possible, her pussy and asshole were both gaping wide, begging to be used. Her pussy was dripping, so the Chief fucked there first. But after about three strokes, he pulled out, aimed a couple of inches higher, and teased her asshole with the head of his prick.
Agnes immediately started shoving back against him. “Please, please put it back in me,” she whimpered.
“What do you want, Mrs. Bromley?”
“Fuck me, oh please fuck me. Don’t leave me like this.”
“In your ass?”
“Oh yes, my ass, my pussy, wherever you like. Just please fuck me. My ass, oh yes, please fuck my ass.”
Shoving forward, the Chief parted her sphincter and buried his well lubricated prick deep in her bowels. Agnes had been giving him a ride when he was in her cunt. When he entered her asshole she went absolutely wild and really started bucking, meeting each of his thrusts and humping hard, trying to get more and more of him inside of her. When he finished and pulled out she was still whimpering, begging for more.
“This slut still wants more. Who wants to see if he can satisfy her?” A dozen of his braves lined up to take their turn at the same hole. It was going to be a while before Agnes could shit or even sit down comfortably, but judging from the way she was waving her ass around, she seemed to be enjoying it for now.
The three women hadn’t returned from the tents yet, so the Chief decided to give Maggie and Priscilla their chance. Priscilla was selected to go first and Bob turned green again as she pranced down the hill, her bare ass and pussy both peeking out from under the chemise. He had almost lost his mind when she had danced before. Now it was her turn again and she had promised a better show than she’d given them the last time. I wasn’t at all sure the poor man could stand it. The braves had moved Angela to the side, but she was still close enough that we could hear the groans as she sucked and fucked all comers. Bob was sure that even if his wife didn’t put out during her show, she would be joining Angela as soon as she finished her dance.
Priscilla went to the center of the circle and struck a pose. Then the drum started. I don’t know where she had learned, but in the last couple of hours since she had narrowly missed a whipping she had figured out what to do. She turned and twirled, flashing her ass as she did. As the tempo of the music picked up, so did the tempo of her dance. One of the braves jumped up to dance with her and Priscilla began rubbing against him, climbing all over him. Laughing, the two of them fell backward into the crowd. When Priscilla came up, she had lost her chemise, but she had acquired the braves loincloth. Wrapping it casually around her waist she began to dance around the circle, stopping at each group to feel and be felt. At the first group, she selected one brave and danced him out to the center of the circle. Unfastening his loincloth, she draped it around her neck and fell to her knees in front of him. Pulling him into her mouth, she sucked vigorously until her cheeks were bulging out from his cum.
She continued around the circle in this fashion, acquiring another loincloth at each group, until she reached the group next to where we were sitting. She selected her brave like before, but the rest of them wouldn’t let her go. Finally she led three of them to the middle of the circle. Dropping her collection in a pile, she danced around the three of them, tugging and pulling until she had three more loincloths to add to her pile. Then she really went to work, waving her ass and pussy at them, and sticking her tits in their face. She even humped their legs, the way a dog does when it’s in heat. Needless to say, she had three hard-ons standing proudly in front of her.
She pushed the first brave onto his back and impaled herself on him. Then she leaned forward and pointed to her asshole. The second one was quick to accept her offer and buried himself in her quivering bunghole. The third one made full use of her mouth. Priscilla was doing three men at the same time and seemed to be loving every minute of it. They all came at the same time and you could almost see the fireworks going off over them.
One by one, the three braves pulled out of her and staggered back to their group. Priscilla seemed to be exhilarated though. She danced around the circle like some sort of fairy sprite, high on some kind of drug. Then she landed in front of me.
“Hello Nate. I hope you’re enjoying this. I certainly am. I never realized what I was missing, that fucking could be so much fun. But I’ve seen the way you’ve been watching all of us, hoping to see something, ever since we left St. Louis. You were too much of a gentleman though to do anything about it. Well, here I am, and I hope it’s more than you ever expected to see.” With that, she plopped herself down in my lap and shoved a tit in my face. Then she reached between my legs and grabbed my prick.
“Oh my, so big and hard. Why haven’t you done anything about it?”
I tried to explain that they hadn’t let us get up, and that this was the closest I’d been to anything since we’d left St. Louis. But with my mouth full of boob, the words just wouldn’t come out. They didn’t seem important enough to quit sucking that beautiful tit anyway.
“Well, not to worry. I just want you to know, I’m at your disposal — completely. Oh Gooooood! Talk about keeping a civil tongue in your head. I’ve never met one more civil than yours, Sir. I know I’ll get a chance to reciprocate later. And maybe, after I’ve had a chance to clean up, I can see if your tongue works as well in other places.”
Then she gave my prick a little pinch and a pat and danced away. I just about came in my pants. Her next stop was the Colonel. She rubbed her tits in his face and humped his leg, just like she’d done withe the Indians. I don’t know what she said to him, but when she danced away, the Colonel was gasping.
She was on her way over to Bob when the Chief called her. It was probably just as well. The state he was in, I don’t think he could of stood his wife sitting in his lap and behaving like a slut in full view of everyone. And him not even getting any. Priscilla gave the Chief the same treatment she had given me, but then he pushed her to her knees. Priscilla knew full well what was expected of her and didn’t hesitate a second. Unfastening his breechcloth, she freed his manhood and sucked every bit of it down her throat. As the music ended, Priscilla was on her knees in front of all of us, sucking as she’d never sucked before. This was the second time for the Chief, so it took him a bit longer than before. But when he finally came, it was a gusher. Priscilla’s cheeks bulged out and she was gulping frantically while the Chief pumped in and out of her mouth.
As he sat down, he pulled her with him and sat her in his lap. Lucille, Mabel and Rachel were finally back from the tent, so the Chief ordered them up next. Reluctantly he lifted Priscilla off of his lap and handed her over to one of his lieutenants. There was an audible slurp as his dick slipped out of her cunt.
Bob had been right about one thing. The lieutenant took her over near where Angela was. Priscilla was really getting into the swing of things. He didn’t even have to tell her what he wanted. She just fell to her knees in front of him, unfastened his loincloth, and slurped his manhood down. After the lieutenant dumped his load down her throat he left her kneeling in the dust. So now the Indians had two sucking machines, ready and eager for anyone who came along. And there were plenty. The two girls were kept constantly busy with a parade of Indians. If they could live off of cum, we wouldn’t have to feed them for a week.
The three dancers took their places in the center of the circle. They posed for a few minutes to let us admire their handiwork while they waited for the music to start. And they had really done a lot of work. They were still wearing the same black dresses, but you wouldn’t have believed it. The high necks were completely gone and the blouses had been cut low in the back and the front, exposing a lot of cleavage and the upper part of their breasts. The long skirts had been shortened to well above their knees. They each had on two or three extra petticoats, but these had been shortened to the same length as the dress. As short as their dresses were, it was obvious that they were wearing their bloomers, but even these were different. They’d cut the sides out and shortened them, and then sewn bits of lace where they had cut them. High heel shoes and little ankle socks completed the outfit. I tell you, it was a sight. Bare calves and bare shoulders were quite risque. If they hadn’t of been preceded by absolute nudity, we’d of all been shocked.
When the drum began, they linked their arms together and started dancing around and around, kicking their legs in unison. They were kicking so high that their bloomers were visible all the way up to their crotch. They had lace sewn there too. It might of been my imagination, but I could of sworn I could see pussy hair through the lace. When the dance was over, they turned around and bent over, flipped their skirts up over their back and exposed the backside of their bloomers to all of us.
It was fun. It wasn’t nearly as wanton or sensual as the Chief wanted, but it was fun. And after the show Priscilla had just given us, I think everyone needed a break. I guess the Indians thought so too, ‘cause they were all stomping their feet and whooping for more.
The girls had no illusions as to what was expected of them. Their first dance had been a success, but they knew they were going to have to improve on it. They’d seen what happened to Susan, so they also knew that before they were finished, they’d better be naked. But just being naked wasn’t enough. So far, all the women had been stripped, but Priscilla was the only one who hadn’t been whipped. So they knew they had to be good, otherwise their asses would be the next ones turned up.
When the music started again, they loosened their bloomers and let them flutter to their ankles. Stepping out of them, they kicked up their heels and all three pairs went sailing into the crowd. Then they started the can-can again, kicking their legs just as high as before. This time I knew it wasn’t my imagination. Every time they kicked, three hairy slits were visible to all of us. And when they did their finale, it was three gorgeous moons that were facing towards us.
Mabel and Lucille stood to the side and clapped their hands in time to the drum while Rachel moved to the center of the circle. She danced around for a few minutes and then zoomed in on the far side of the group. She danced over to that side and worked those men hard, sitting on a lap here, a quick kiss there, grabbing a crotch and getting grabbed in return. In a few places, she left a petticoat, promising to return for it later. Finally she danced back to the center of the ring where the fire was still smoldering. Grabbing her dress at the bust line, she ripped it off and dropped it on the hot coals. Naked, except for her shoes and ankle socks, she walked back over to the men she had been working and stood there clapping while Mabel stepped into the ring.
The three of them had to have rehearsed their act. Mabel went through exactly the same ritual that Rachel had, except in a different section of the circle. Then there were two naked beauties clapping while Lucille stepped into the ring. Lucille’s share of the ring included the section where we were sitting, so naturally the Chief’s lap was one of the first ones she sat on. But when she went to get up, he grabbed her dress and jerked it off of her. Another jerk and he had her petticoats. Lucille had to work her men the same as Mabel and Rachel had, but when she sat on our laps, she was fully naked. My only regret is that my hands were still tied and I couldn’t fondle her tits and ass in return. Despite that, I know I enjoyed it and from the flushed look on her face, I think she did too.
The Chief called the three of them together to congratulate them and to show them his cock. Miraculously, it was hard again. But he was starting to feel sorry for the Colonel, Bob, and me. Everybody else was getting laid and sucked off, and the only thing we’d gotten had been a few feels. So he told the three of them to take care of us — to relieve our tensions. Lucille went to the Colonel, Mabel went to Bob, and Rachel wound up in my lap. Our hands were still tied and we still had our pants on, so I wasn’t quite sure how this was going to relieve our tension, if anything, it was making mine worse. But Rachel was an inventive lady. Besides that, I think she was just incredibly horny after all the fondling she’d gotten. Before I quite knew what was happening, she had my pants down around my ankles and was stuffing my boner up her hairy twat.
Lucille and Mabel must have been just as horny as she was, ‘cause the Colonel and Bob were enjoying a similar experience. There was fucking and sucking everywhere. The line behind Agnes’ asshole had gotten longer and Angela and Priscilla were still on their knees, taking on all comers. Besides our women, most of the squaws had stripped off their robes and were getting a workout of their own. I guess the Chief was getting bored. Rachel and I were just getting into it when he called Maggie to perform. It’s not that we weren’t interested in watching her dance, it’s just that we were otherwise preoccupied.
Maggie couldn’t believe what was expected of her. She wasn’t quite sure what to do and she had even less of an idea how to get anyone’s attention with all this sucking and fucking going on all around her. The last time he’d called her, she’d ripped her clothes off. Stripped herself naked and gotten whipped for her pains. She was determined not to get whipped again. She stood there quietly with her head bowed for a few moments.
Then, when the drum increased in intensity, she squared her shoulders back and began to dance. I don’t know what came over her, but God, what a dance it was. It got all of our attention, no matter what we were doing. I know she’d never learned those steps in the proper schools she went to back east. It might have been some primordial knowledge, something buried somewhere back in her instincts, or maybe she was just a natural slut. I don’t know what it was, but she was awesome. She twisted and turned and undulated around the circle. Whenever she stopped, she would kick her legs high, causing the french panties to gape open and expose her pussy.
As if by second nature, she seemed to sense when the Indians were ready for more. She gripped her chemise by the hem and smoothly pulled it over her head. She completed the motion by throwing the chemise into a group of her most ardent admirers. And then she strutted, literally strutted around the circle. When she had stripped before she had been shy and nervous, a wilting flower.
And it had been obvious. For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what had happened to her, but this was not the same woman who had torn her clothes off earlier in a futile effort to please the Chief. Now she was turned on, proud of her body and proud of the way she was arousing her audience. Her nipples were fully erect and she made sure every man got a good look at them. Even the women were watching her. I was sure I saw Angela and Priscilla both licking their lips.
When she bent over and pushed her panties down in back to expose her ass there were ooohhhs and aaahhhs from everyone. I know Rachel was juicing more than I would have expected. Her fingers were busy busy working her clit while she squirmed on my prick. Maggie stood there for a few minutes, bent over and twitching her ass cheeks in time to the drum. It wasn’t long before everyone joined in and was clapping their hands in time to her ass twitch. I don’t know what she had, but it was something special. She was dancing for everyone, but she made everyone feel that she was dancing just for him.
After the ass twitching she pulled her panties back up tight into the crack of her ass and her slit. Then she straddled the tree stump and started humping, I know that every man there felt like she was fucking him and him alone. When she climbed off of the tree stump she still had her panties on, but they were sopping wet. I can’t speak for anyone else, but I know the rod I had shoved up Rachel’s cunt was harder than any I’d ever given anyone before. And Rachel was appreciative of it. She was grabbing my balls, squeezing my dick, and humping me harder than I’d ever been humped in my life. And then I came, shooting what seemed like gallons of cum deep into her womb. After that, everything seemed to be anti-climatic. Maggie wasn’t dancing anymore and I was about to pass out. So the two of us just sat there, relishing the closeness the two of us had shared, with my prick still buried in her and her pussy twitching around it.
The Chief had taken the place of the tree stump was fucking Maggie. As many times as he had cum, I was surprised that he could still get it up, but there he was. She was flat on her back with her legs in the air and he was pounding in and out of her. And she was loving every minute of it. When he finally climbed off of her, she was begging for more. And the Indians were eager to oblige her. Brave after brave filled her eager hole. Then they flipped her over and went to work on her backside. I never got a chance at Maggie, but the way the braves were going after her, fucking her must have been just as special as watching her had been. I made myself a promise that I would fill that gap in my experience as soon as possible.
I think it was exhaustion more than anything else that finally caused everyone to start settling down. We’d been fucking and sucking since early in the morning. We hadn’t even stopped for lunch, and now the sun was starting to settle behind the mountains. They raided our supplies and added a couple of deer they had to them, and pretty soon the squaws were preparing a wonderful stew. By Indian custom, the women served the men first. As hungry as I was, anything would have tasted good, but this stew was delicious. I don’t know what they put in it, but it didn’t taste like anything we’d brought across the plains with us. And of course, being served by willing, naked women made the meal even better. Naturally, our women were still naked, but the squaws hadn’t gotten dressed either. The contrast of naked brown and white bodies flitting back and forth as they brought us plates of food was a memory to treasure.
After the meal, three of the squaws sucked off the Colonel, Bob, and myself. The Chief said it was their desert, but I think it was a pay back. They’d been enjoying our women all day, so he wanted to give us a chance at theirs.
They had untied Susan in time for her to share the meal. I know it was her own fault, but I had to feel sorry for her as she limped over to where we were sitting. The ants had been busy while we were fucking around all day. Her pussy and tits were covered with bites, but at least the syrup had been cleaned off. I think she learned her lesson though. While the squaw was blowing me, I noticed that she was getting her desert too. The Indian who had whipped her earlier had her kneeling between his legs. Her head was bobbing up and down, and this time she seemed to be doing it properly.
As exhausted as we were, everyone was soon drifting off to sleep. Rachel tried to snuggle up next to me, but two young braves came by and found her. They carried her out in the firelight and she was soon thrashing and kicking and generally doing her best to satisfy both of them.
It was just as well that she had been carried away. She was still thrashing around out by the fire when the squaws who had sucked us off earlier came back. They didn’t speak any English, but after a lot of hand signs we figured out that they felt that since they had sucked us, it was only fair that we suck them in return. We felt that it was our diplomatic duty to oblige them, so the Colonel, Bob and I buried our faces in squaw cunt. And you know, no one is ever satisfied with just eating pussy. After you eat it, you just gotta fuck it, so we did our best to pound their asses into the sand. I guess we did all right. They seemed to be three very satisfied young ladies as they wandered back to their tents.
I was just getting to sleep again when a warm body cuddled up against me. “Oh Nate,” Priscilla whispered. “I know you’ve been busy, but is that magic tongue of yours still available? I got a chance to wash up, so my pussy is all fresh and clean for you.”
How could I refuse a request like that, especially coming from this lady. In no time at all I had reversed my position and the two of us were locked in a sixty-nine embrace. I was chewing on her clit and she was sucking my balls when suddenly a shadow fell over us. Priscilla went rigid and I looked up to see Bob standing there in the moonlight.
“Oh God,” I thought. “The son of a bitch has lost it now for sure. It doesn’t matter that she’s probably sucked or fucked every Indian in camp, this mother fucker is going to kill me.”
But he was surprisingly calm. “Don’t stop what you’re doing Priscilla. I know how long he’s been wanting it, and I’m sure Nate’s getting a real charge out of this. I just want to try some of what I’ve been missing all this time. Three years we’ve been married and it’s just now I’m finding out you’ve got two other holes.”
Without letting her take her mouth off my dick, he rearranged Priscilla so that she was positioned just like she had been earlier. On her hands and knees, sucking my dick with her legs spread and her ass stuck up in the air. With all the butt fucking she’d had that day, Priscilla was already stretched and well lubricated. With one stroke, Bob was buried up to the balls in his wife’s asshole. Priscilla hadn’t been alone in her fucking. Bob and I had been busy too, so I figured it would take a while for any of us to cum. But surprisingly, in just a few minutes, the three of us reached our climax together and Priscilla was getting filled in both ends.
Then Bob had us switch positions. “You can use her asshole if you want, Nate, but I think she’d like some straight fucking. I’ve been fucking her for three years, and this is the horniest I’ve ever seen her. Her pussy’s so wet, it’s gushing. I can guarangoddamntee you, she knows how to use it. If she doesn’t make it snap on you, whip her ass till she does.” Sticking his dick in Priscilla’s face he said: “Priscilla, I don’t know where you learned all those tricks we saw today, but I think you should show them to us. While you’re showing Nate your snapping pussy, you can show me how your mouth works. Up till this afternoon, I thought the only thing it was good for was talking and eating.”
Priscilla eagerly ran her tongue over his balls and dick while I moved into position behind her. Almost automatically, her legs parted to welcome me. Her pussy was winking at me, begging me to come on in. This was a scene from one of my fantasies. First she had sucked me while her husband had buggered her, and now she was sucking him while I was getting ready to fuck her. Just to make sure, I grabbed her crotch. Bob was right. She was dripping and so horny she tried to fuck my hand. With one stroke, I was buried up to the balls in her exquisite quim.
So there she was again, sucking and fucking at the same time. But this time, at least, she was getting her a proper fucking. Long, slow strokes. And the way she was moving her hips, I know she was loving every one of them. And she really did know how to use her twat. Like Bob had said, it was a snapper. Every time I tried to pull out, it snapped hungrily at my dick, sucking it back in. I don’t know how many times she got fucked that day, but I’d like to think she liked my fucking the best.
After that we kind of passed out. I was spooned up on one side of her, nestled against her ass and Bob was on the other with his head snuggled in her tits. I can’t speak for the two of them, but exhaustion overtook me. I was out till the following morning.
***
When I came to, the sun was up and the camp was a buzz of activity. My first reaction was disappointment that Priscilla was gone. Bob was still there, but the space between us was empty. Then I saw her. She was with the rest of the women, preparing the morning meal. The Indian women were clothed of course, but it was no real surprise to see that our women were all still just as naked as they had been the night before.After breakfast, the Chief gathered everyone into the circle again. Bob, the Colonel and I were back in the same places we’d been in yesterday, but this time they hadn’t tied us up. Lucille, Mabel and Rachel were sent over to join us with an admonition to make sure we were entertained. I don’t know where Lucille and Mabel had spent the night, but they weren’t in to the swing of things yet this morning. They shyly approached the Colonel and Bob with their hands over their pussies and sat on the ground beside them. Rachel, on the other hand, wasn’t a bit bashful. I knew where she’d been at least part of the evening and she was ready for more.
She plunked herself down in my lap and wiggled just a little to get herself comfortable. When she’d done that to me the day before, my hands had been tied, but now they were free. I immediately grabbed a handful of bare tit and a handful of cunt. It seemed like as good a way as any to wait to see what was going to happen. Then the Chief told the rest of the women to find a place wherever they would be most comfortable. Angela and Priscilla were both torn between pride and desire. They knew that the Colonel and Bob expected them to join them, but by this time Lucille and Mabel had overcome their modesty and were in the men’s laps. The women knew they’d have to share their husband’s dicks, but if they chose a brave, they’d have as much as they could handle. Finally, their sense of propriety overcame their jealously and they joined us, Angela between the Colonel and Bob, and Priscilla between Bob and me.
Maggie didn’t have their problem. She’d had so many dicks the day before that she couldn’t make up her mind which one was her favorite. After some consideration, she selected a particularly strong looking brave and curled up on the ground beside him. I was only a little surprised when Susan found her Indian, the same one who had abused her rear end and then made it up to her by letting her suck him off. But I was really surprised by Agnes. She went trotting off to a group of half a dozen braves, flopped down on the ground with her knees under her and raised her ass in the air, ready for whatever they might throw at her.
I wasn’t at all sure what was going to happen, but I was sure this couldn’t last. So I felt like I better take advantage of the good times while I could. And I was in an enviable spot. Rachel was doing her best to occupy all of my attention, but Priscilla was close enough for me to reach. Bob took care of her right tit while I took care of her left. Everybody was getting into the swing of things. Susan had a dick in her mouth and Agnes had one up her butt. I couldn’t tell for sure, but it looked like Maggie had one in all three holes. Our little group wasn’t doing anything yet, but that was only because with five naked women and only three men, we hadn’t figured out what to do. Then the Chief started to talk again.
“Yesterday, three of these women missed their opportunity to dance for us. So if the three of you will present yourselves to us, we’ll see about giving you another chance.”
Reluctantly, Agnes and Susan separated themselves from their dicks and joined Angela in front of the Chief. They had learned something from Priscilla, so they curtsied properly and then stood. The difference in appearance was the fact that Susan had blond pubic hair. And Angela, of course, had none. Even Agnes was looking good. For a fat girl, she looked good anyway, but all that ass fucking had really made her glow. I had never had a chance to butt fuck very much, but if I got the chance, I was going to make sure that chubby butt was well reamed.
“Okay ladies, none of you danced yesterday, so now is your chance. I don’t think Susan is ready to put clothing over her ant bites and sunburn yet, so she can entertain us while the two of you fetch your clothes. You can get dressed if you want, it really doesn’t matter. Just make sure you bring the rest of your clothes out here with you. All of them.”
Angela and Agnes scurried off to the wagons while Susan stood there.
“Please, Sir,” she said. “It’s not that I don’t want to dance, but I really don’t know how. Maybe if Maggie or Priscilla could give me some instruction? Really, Sir, I could dance much better for you then.”
“Give her another whipping,” one of the squaws screamed. “She learned how to suck cock that way, she can learn to dance that way too.”
“No,” the Chief said. “At least she’s honest. So we’re going to give her the chance, with both of them. Maggie, Priscilla, get up here. Show this girl how to dance. But I don’t want either of you to do anything. Just show her how, it’s her dance.”
I don’t know if Maggie and Priscilla were eager to be the center of attention or if they had finally learned what would happen to them if they were slow to respond to the Chief’s wishes. But they were up there in a flash. They took Susan over to where a group of squaws were sitting and there was a great deal of conspiratorial whispering. Then Maggie approached the Chief.
“Begging your pardon, Sir, but I’d like to request some leniency for my student. It’s not that she’s reluctant to perform — as a matter of fact, she’s eager — it’s just that she doesn’t have any idea what to do. We’re working on a plan which I believe will surprise you, but it’s going to take us a few minutes to get it together. If you agree to this, then either Priscilla or I could entertain you while she’s getting ready.”
“But if one of you is entertaining us, that will make it just that much longer before she’s ready, won’t it?”
“Yes Sir, it will. But we felt we should present it to you as an option.”
“Well, I don’t find that option acceptable. But I don’t think it will matter. Here comes her mother and Mrs. Bromley. They can entertain us until she’s ready.”
Angela and Agnes were sashaying down the path with a couple of squaws behind them, carrying their luggage. I don’t know where they had gotten their dresses, but I was sure they weren’t on the Colonel’s approved list of clothing. I took one look at him and I knew they weren’t. Lucille had his pants open and was chewing on his rod, but even that didn’t distract him. He was livid.
Both women were dressed to a “T”. Angela was wearing a full length, red velvet evening gown, cut low over her breasts and revealing a lot of cleavage. If we hadn’t already seen her naked, I’d of thought this dress was scandalous. The front of the skirt was cut in a wide “V”, showing off a lacy, white underskirt. She had on a matching hat with a wide brim, a long white egret feather, and a black lace veil.
Agnes was dressed identical to her, except that her outfit was emerald green. And they were both carrying matching parasols.
They sashayed up to the Chief and curtsied low, spreading their skirts wide. “With your permission, Sir,” Angela said, “we would like to perform for you and your men.”
The Chief nodded his approval and the two of them rose to their feet. Twirling their parasols, they sauntered around the circle. It was really a promenade, shoulders back, breasts thrust out, and hips swaying from left to right. And as they paraded around, they looked at and smiled at their audience. They’d learned the value of eye contact. Every man there had the feeling that they were showing themselves off just for him.
And they were showing off. They were flaunting themselves for the whole tribe, but they were also flaunting themselves to each individual. Then they started to dance, twisting and swaying, their skirts flowing gracefully behind them. As the music picked up, they began spinning, their skirts billowing up around them and exposing their legs. And the Colonel got another surprise. It wasn’t the plain, white cotton bloomers they were exposing. Their legs were encased in long stockings that came half way up their thighs and were held in place by red garters. And if that weren’t enough, their legs were topped off by sexy french cut panties, just like Maggie had work earlier. I figured it was just a good thing for him that Lucille was where she was and doing what she was doing. The poor man’s blood pressure would have probably gone over the top if she hadn’t been there to relieve it.
Agnes started doing a funny little dance step, similar to what the girls had done earlier with their can-can number. Angela soon joined her, but added an embellishment. She grabbed the front of her skirt and lifted it up to her waist, baring herself from the waist down. Agnes followed suit, and the two of them were dancing, decently covered in back, but only shielded in front by the skimpy panties and long silk stockings.
The danced over to where we were sitting, Agnes intruding on the Colonel’s blowjob and Angela interrupting the mutual grope that Rachel and I were indulging ourselves in. After flouncing their skirts at us for a few seconds, they turned their backs on us so they could show off their legs to the Indians. Then I heard Angela whisper over her shoulder. “Unfasten my dress, would you please, Nate? I was afraid to let one of the Indians do it. They’d of just ripped it off of me.”
While I could sympathize with the Indian’s attitude, I understood where Angela was coming from. The dress was far too pretty to turn into a pile of rags. As carefully as I could, I unfastened the buttons that ran all the way down her back. Lucille was still sucking away, but the Colonel was doing the same favor for Agnes. When the buttons were undone, the dresses fell away and the ladies stepped out of them and we all got another surprise. They were both wearing those new fangled contraptions, brassieres I think they’re called, over their chests. These were the first I’d ever seen, but I really think the idea might catch on. They really looked nice, all lacy and such. But what was best was what they did for the tits. They held them out, sort of presenting them to us, rather than squashing them flat like a bodice does.
Twirling their parasols over their shoulders, they dropped their hats on top the dresses and danced across their stage, twisting and swaying like they had before. Except that this time, the skirt wasn’t flowing behind them. It’s funny how it works. Their tits and asses were still covered, but somehow they were more enticing with just the brassieres and panties than they had been when they were fully naked. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Even the women who were helping prepare Susan stopped what they were doing to watch.
Rachel and Priscilla had gathered up their dresses and put them behind us. When the brassieres came off, they threw them to Priscilla who put them back with the dresses. Now that their breasts were bare, the dancing got more frenetic. With tits swinging to and fro, I was afraid they were going to hurt themselves. And I was sure that Agnes was going to give herself a black eye. But somehow, they pulled it off.
Angela had the crowning movement though. Standing on her tip toes, she raised herself up as tall as she could, tits sticking out proudly. Then she suddenly bent forward at the waist, and slipped the panties down over her hips. Twirling about, the panties fluttered to her ankles. With a little dancer’s kick, she stepped out of them and stood to the side. The change that had come over her was nothing short of amazing. Yesterday when she had been stripped she had hunkered over, and used one hand to shield her bush while the other vainly tried to shield her tits. Now she was standing straight, shoulders thrown back and legs slightly spread, proudly displaying her nakedness while she waited for Agnes to catch up. And today she didn’t even have a bush to hide.
Agnes knew she could never emulate the way Angela had removed her last veil, so she didn’t even try. But while her method wasn’t nearly as spectacular, it was just as effective. Pushing her panties low on her hips, she danced up to the nearest Indian. Rubbing her groin in his face, the Indian had little choice. Gently, he rolled her panties down and pulled them off. And when she turned around, we had another surprise. While she and Angela were in the tent, they had trimmed her cunt. After the way her hair had been pulled out, her pelt had been looking pretty ragged. But now it was neat and clean. The only thing left of her luxurious pelt was a neat little heart, centered directly above her slit.
The two women danced their way over to where the Chief sat. Keeping her legs straight, Angela’s spread them as wide as she could and bent over, touching her hands to the ground. Looking back at the Chief, she said: “Please, Sir. Would you fuck my ass?”
“Have you ever been butt fucked, Mrs. Broaddus?”
“N-n-n-no,” she quavered.
“Then I think you should offer that prize to your husband. After he’s broken you in, come back and I’ll oblige you. And while she’s doing that — Mrs. Bromley, why don’t you introduce Nate to the joys of sodomy?”
Agnes pranced right over and waved her cute little heart in my face, so close that I could have stuck out my tongue and licked it. “Hello Nate,” she whispered. “I’ve been wondering when I was going to get a chance at you.” She twitched her hips and shoved her snatch a little closer. “You remember yesterday when the Chief was worried about me feeling neglected? Well, Agnes is fine. With all the attention I’ve been getting, I don’t feel neglected at all. But my poor little pussy — she feels like an orphan. Nobody’s been paying any attention to her at all. Everybody wants to go up my backside. Please don’t misunderstand me. I want you up there, but would you give me a good hard fucking first. Then you can use my asshole all you want.”
I had to admit, it did look good. Of course, as close as she’d gotten, the only thing I could see was cunt lips and clit. I kissed, dead in the middle of her twat, licked her clit, and pushed her away. Poor Agnes. One touch from my tongue and she was a quivering mass of jelly.
“Agnes, I promise to take good care of your little orphan for you. I see what you mean, she does feel neglected. But right now, I want to watch Angela. So why don’t you kneel down and keep me entertained while I see what the Colonel does. I seem to remember you showed considerable talent with your mouth too. But don’t let me come. As soon as the Colonel’s done, it’ll be your turn, and I want to be sure and have enough spunk left for both your nether holes.”
With no further invitation, Agnes fell to her knees and went to work. I was in heaven. Naked female flesh was all around me, I was about to watch Angela lose her anal virginity, and I was getting the best blowjob of my life.
Where Agnes had been eager, Angela was mortified. Fucking and sucking, even publicly, didn’t seem to bother her anymore. And I don’t even think the prospect of giving up her rosebud bothered her too much. But giving it up to the Colonel was another story. He was a Milquetoast and had always done whatever she told him to. But she knew that once she let him use her rectum, those days were gone forever. She’d never have that control over him again. Particularly if he was the first one to get into her ass. But she knew better than to refuse. Whatever the Chief wanted, that’s what he got. Unless she wanted to be whipped and fed to the ants again. Reluctantly, she danced over to the Colonel, presented her backside to him, and made a similar request. I said similar. With the Chief, she’d asked him directly to fuck her ass. With the Colonel, she couldn’t quite get the words out.
“Homer, would you… would you please…” she whimpered.
The Colonel was already feeling his new power. Patting Lucille on the head, he pulled her face out of his crotch and pushed her gently to the side. “Would I what, Angela?”
“Oh please Homer. W-w-would you p-p-put your thing in my…”
“Would I put what thing where, Angela?”
“Oh Homer, please don’t embarrass me this way. You know what I mean, don’t make me say it.”
“No Angela, I don’t know what you mean. Now are you going to tell me what you want and why you want it, or should I send you back to the Chief?”
“Goddamn you, Homer. Fuck my ass. There, I’ve said it. I need to get laid. You saw me just now. I tried to give up my asshole, but he said you had to do it first. So would you please shove your prick up my asshole and fuck me? I’ll suck you or whatever you want after that, but please fuck my ass first.”
I don’t think he would have sent her back to the Chief. When he stood up, he was sporting a hard-on to be proud of and I know he had to have someplace to put it. But making her beg like he did was good. I think her begging changed their relationship more than the butt fucking ever could. Placing the head of his dick on her sphincter muscle, he rammed it home — and Angela’s anal cherry was history.
Homer (I made myself a promise never to call him “the Colonel” again) was pounding away at Angela’s ass. I don’t know if he thought he might never get a chance to fuck again, or he was making up for all those years he had been subservient to her. Whatever it was, he was giving her asshole a first-class reaming. And Angela had changed too. When he first entered her, she had cried and begged him to be gentle. But now she was eagerly meeting his thrusts and screaming for more. It looked like she was on her way to becoming as enthusiastic an ass fucker as Agnes was.
Finally Homer dropped his load. Angela seemed to want to slump down on the ground and rest, but Homer would have none of that. Taking her hand, he led her back over to where the Chief was waiting. After thanking the Chief for letting him have her cherry, he gave her to the Chief and then returned to a still willing Lucille. If her begging and ass fucking had left any doubts in Angela’s mind as to her new status, being given away like this should have dispelled all of them. She was property — to be used and exchanged as we saw fit. She barely whimpered as the Chief spread her out on her belly with her ass in the air. And her asshole was reamed again, and again, and again. After the Chief was finished, he had half a dozen more of his henchmen make sure her cherry was really gone.
***
In the meantime, I turned my attention to Agnes. I pulled her off of my dick just in time. If I’d waited another minute, I’d of filled her mouth and that would have been it for fucking for a while. As it was, my dick was twitching and begging for release. But I wasn’t ready yet. I laid her on her back and spread her legs wide. No one had fucked her and I’d promised to take care of her pussy first, so right now seemed like a good time for some hair pie. I’m not a prude, but when it comes to eating, I prefer to go where no man has been before, at least recently.One touch of my tongue and Agnes spasmed on me. And she kept right on spasming. As my tongue probed deeper, she wrapped her legs around my head. I thought she was going to crush my skull. I know she cut off my air. I had to eat in order to breathe. Finally, with a shuddering orgasm, her legs flopped loosely to the side. For a minute I thought the woman had passed out. I don’t think she’d ever been eaten before. She’d obviously given plenty of blowjobs, but I doubt that anyone had ever returned the favor. But I’d promised to take care of her pussy and that’s what I intended to do. Eating was only half of it. What she needed was a good fucking. I slid up her body, and her pussy welcomed me in. I couldn’t believe the way she bucked. I thought she was going to throw me off, but she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in deeper. It just proved what I’d always been told. Don’t ever turn down a fat broad. They’re more appreciative than the skinny ones.
Eventually, she collapsed again and I rolled off. But Agnes was all over me, kissing and sucking, my balls and my dick. She even stuck her tongue up my asshole. Then she sat up and smiled.
“Nate, that was the best ever. I thought I’d been fucked before, but I’ve never had it like that. I don’t know what’s going to happen to us, but… but if it works out and they let us live, please let me stay with you. I know I’m fat and you’ll want someone else for a wife, but please keep me. I’ll be good to you, Nate. Just keep me around as a concubine or something.” Rolling over on her stomach, she stuck her ass up in the air. “Now please, shove that wonderful prick up my butt. You can stick it anywhere, anytime you want, but right now your concubine wants it in her ass.”
This was a new twist. I’d never had a woman at my beck and call before, but a willing one like this didn’t seem like too bad an idea. But I thought I’d check out her sincerity before I went any further. I’d noticed a mark on some of the squaw’s rumps and I knew a little of this tribes customs. And if they let us live, I thought I knew a way to keep her.
“Agnes, do you understand what you’re saying? You know a concubine is really no more than a slave, except she’s a sex slave. Do you really want me to enslave you?”
“I never really thought about it before, but I guess you’re right. They really are no more than sex slaves, are they? Oh yes Nate, that’s what I want! Oh, please fuck me hard. I’m getting horny just thinking about it.”
“I grew up in the south. Before the war, my father and Joshua both kept a couple of girls around to use and abuse whenever and however they felt like it. And I know, use and abuse meant sharing the girls with all of their friends and whipping them, sometimes just because they wanted to. Sometimes they used to invite their friends over and the girls would be there, with nothing on but their undies. I can just imagine, you having a big party back east. And me serving the food and drinks, with nothing on but my bloomers and bodice. Or maybe with nothing on at all, just like I am now. Yes Nate, that’s what I want. Use me all you want, share me and humiliate me all you want, even whip me all you want. Just please fuck me once in a while. Now please, stick your prick in my ass. Butt fuck me, Nate! Show me you want me!”
Now came the test. As I slipped my dick up her chocolate channel I told her my idea. “If I’m going to enslave you, Agnes, we’re going to have to do it with the Chief’s blessings. Otherwise, he’ll probably take you with him when he goes and leave me here alone.” Agnes grunted her agreement with this, so I went on. “I don’t know if you noticed or not, but this tribe does keep slaves. And their slaves are branded. If the Chief were to agree to this, I’m sure he would insist on your being branded as well.”
Agnes’ head snapped up at this. “Branded!” she exclaimed.
“Yes Agnes. Right here!” I slapped her on the ass cheek to mark the spot. I could see the thought playing around in her head as she ground her ass back harder on my rod. I don’t know what I had expected, but she didn’t seem to be nearly as repelled by the idea as I had anticipated.
At length Agnes spoke again. “If-if I’m branded, I’ll be marked forever as your slave. You could still sell me or give me away, but I could never deny what I was. If someone took me, or even if I just ran away, as soon as I took my pants off, whoever saw me would know. And as passionate as I am, I know I couldn’t keep my pants on for long. Oh Nate, then I’d really be yours. Can we ask him now, Nate?”
I was still sawing in and out of her asshole. I know that if she was my slave, I could do this anytime I wanted, but for now I was only concerned with the short time. “Certainly not now, and not until after Susan does her dance. Let’s make sure he’s in a good mood. For now, you can be my temporary slave. Now show me what you can do with this asshole. I want to know what I’m getting.”
“Yes Nate, whatever you say. I already feel like your slave. The Chief will just make it official. But, but even if he doesn’t brand me, will you mark me later?” With that, she really started to grind her ass. Agnes was a natural fuck, and she gave fantastic blowjobs, but her asshole was where her talent really was. In no time at all, I was shooting my load deep into her bowels, but her sphincter kept gripping my prick, as if it were trying to milk it of every drop of come.
Bob had overheard our conversation, and seemed to be very interested in its outcome. As soon as I was finished, I passed my new slave on to him. “Do whatever you want with her, but give her back when you’re done.”
He returned the favor by handing Mabel to me. As she sat in my lap, she leaned up and whispered in my ear: “Are you really going to make her your slave, Nate? That sounds so, so decadent.”
“Why not? She seems to be taking well to it. Besides, if the Chief allows it, it might be the only way any of us get out of here. From the way he’s been acting, I think he’ll let the men go. I’m hoping he’ll let us keep our slaves. Only thing is, you women are going to have to declare yourselves. What Agnes doesn’t realize, is that slaves don’t belong to one person. She’d be my slave first, but she’d really belong to my whole tribe. And if we stay together, then you’re my tribe.”
“You mean… You mean she’d belong to all of us? But what if I declared…? Ohhh Nate, that ideas not decadent, it’s positively scandalous. But deliciously scandalous. Think you could get this thing hard again? I can’t believe how wet I’m getting, just thinking about it.”
“Well Mabel. I might be able to, but you’ll probably have to talk me into it.”
Rachel had been listening intently to this conversation. “You mean, if we don’t declare ourselves to be your slaves, they might take us with them to their camp?”
“Well, there’s no telling what they might do, but that’s a pretty good bet. Indians have a healthy respect for property, particularly if they feel like they’ve given it to you. They might let everyone go, but then again, they might decide to enslave, or even kill all of us. There’s just no telling.” I knew I had put some thoughts in both their heads. It was too soon to tell where they might go with them, but life just might prove to be very interesting.
Mabel had just slipped off my lap and taken me in her mouth when Susan made her appearance. She was stunning. That’s really all that needs to be said, but I’ll try to describe her anyway. The Indian women had given her some of their clothes — a pair of moccasins, aprons (similar to a breech cloth, but without a covering through the crotch), and a vest. The vest was too small and kept falling open so that we could see that her nipples had been heavily rouged. And they’d given her a bath and makeup — dark eye shadow and lipstick. Her hair had been cleaned, brushed and tied in a long pigtail. She’d been beautiful all along. Cleaned up and made up, she was gorgeous.
When the drum started, she started to dance. The squaws had taught her a few Indian steps and she was doing a pretty fair imitation of a Sioux war dance. Or more likely, a mating dance. She really wasn’t very good, but she was exquisite; and she tried hard. And the braves were appreciative. She was doing her best and they knew it. She didn’t even need to take anything off. With every step, the vest flashed open, showing off her tits, and every time she turned, the aprons would expose her ass or cunt or both. Speaking of which, Maggie and Priscilla had taken care of that too. Her cunt hair had been trimmed up, just like Agnes’ and the little bit that was left had been darkened to show it off better. Then they had accented her pussy lips with rouge. She was a virgin when she started, but I didn’t think she’d still be able to claim that by the time today was over.
One of the braves jumped into the circle and started dancing with her. Then he threw her to one of his friends. She was passed around the circle like this, each one grabbing a feel before he passed her on. By the time she landed in front of the Chief, she had lost the vest and the aprons. The only thing she had left were the moccasins and her collar.
Bringing herself to her knees, she looked at the Chief beseechingly. “Sir,” she began. “I’m entirely at your mercy, but would you do me the favor of ridding me of my virginity?”
I think even the Chief was surprised by this request, but he handled it well. “Which virginity did you have in mind?” he asked.
“All of them, Sir. My vagina and my anus. Or as Nate would put it, my asshole and my cunt.”
I resented that. Never in my life had I talked to her like that. But she was right. It would never have occurred to me to use those other words for her two nether holes.
After due consideration, the Chief answered her. “My dear, I don’t know if you were watching or not, but I just participated in your mothers anal deflowering. As desirable as you are, it will take me a few minutes to recover. Pick your partner for your formal deflowering. After that’s been accomplished, we’ll see to your other hole. Now run, go get him and bring him back here.”
Happily, Susan jumped up and ran off. Lots of men, to include me, had hope, but I don’t think anyone was surprised when she came back with her big Indian buck.
But if she thought she was going to lose her hymen in private, she had a surprise coming. A couple of squaws took over and led her into the center of the circle, calling for Maggie and Priscilla to help. They laid her down on her back and then one of them grabbed her ankles and bent them back over her head, spreading them wide while she did it. Maggie was given one ankle while the squaw held the other. The other squaw took a jar of buffalo grease and spread it liberally all over her cunt and asshole, making sure she got plenty inside of both holes. Then the Indian was brought into the circle. Priscilla was placed on her knees and instructed to make sure he was good and hard. Our bashful Priscilla went at it with gusto, tongue and lips everywhere. When he was finally deemed ready, she stood back and the Indian knelt between Susan’s outstretched legs. One thrust and he was in. One scream from Susan and she was eagerly thrusting back at him. And she was screaming again, but they were different. Now they were eager, encouraging screams as she struggled to pull him deeper and deeper into her cavity.
The brave no sooner emptied his load and pulled out, than his place was taken by the Chief. He’d had Priscilla and Angela both working on him ever since Susan started getting screwed, so now he was more than ready. Judging from her reaction, Susan thought he was more than ready too. Maggie and the squaw pulled her ankles down which canted her asshole up higher, but Susan could still see the Chief approaching between her outstretched legs. From her perspective, it looked like he was carrying twelve inches of rock hard flesh that he was fixing to ram up her defenseless butt.
And then the Chief was upon her. She let out one fearful whimper, but other than that, she was quiet, waiting for the onslaught. It took a bit of poking and prodding, but finally, with the aid of the buffalo grease, he parted her sphincter. With a mighty shove, punctuated by an earsplitting scream from Susan, he buried himself deep in her rectum. And it was done. Susan had lost all her virginity, her mouth, her pussy, and now her asshole. When he finished, the two women turned her over on her belly and left her kneeling in the dust, ass turned up and legs parted, readily available for everyone’s use. A line of men, eager to try out this fresh stuff, quickly formed. I know, I know, I’m a son-of-a-bitch. I was number two in line.
Well, Susan got her share of dick that afternoon. She certainly didn’t get as much as Maggie or Priscilla, but I think she got more than any of the other women. While we were waiting in line, the Chief had Maggie and Priscilla going up and down the line, making sure everyone stayed hard. He took care of Angela himself, alternating between having her suck him off and shoving his dick up her ass. He might of used her cunt once in a while, but her asshole got the brunt of it. Finally he called a halt to our use of Susan and the poor girl sank to the ground, exhausted but still willing.
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