The tribal practices of the American Indian were totally misconstrued by the pragmatic attitude of the highly religious imperial invader - that had inhumane behavior, as observed by the Indians.
Unfortunately, the White man's behavior was identified after the damages occurred, leaving the bewildered Indian to use whatever ingenuity they could come up with for survival.
Because of the honoring of individualism and their uninhibited attitude (that was in conformity to nature), sexuality was respected! Making the Indians [ probably] the sexiest nation in the world.
Cock in cunt was the primal drive, and availability was generous (and grateful). A wild slut was cherished and honored, along with a male satyr! Also, women were the legislative force in the tribe (matriarchy) since they were the "Source of Life"; obviously, they not 'paragons of virtue' so life was much more comfortable and realistically normal.
[To fully understand this chapter you should read '
An American Indian Western'
first.]
Lakota's Open Heart
Fat Fox's hunting Party was very successful. One Deer, three porcupines, two possums, five squirrels, three woodchucks, one duck, a stringer of fish, and an alligator gar. The catch was then turned over to the squaws that divided it up for the benefit of the tribe. The trip only took five days!
"Running Fawn, it's so good to see you. Let me tell you a story about the hunt."
"Bullshit Red Dog, five days without pussy, I know what you really want! Grab your saddle blanket and lets get away from camp - so I can properly reward a mighty hunter."
"Okay sweetheart, you lead the way."
"Sweetheart?" "Now I am curious what you will call me after your balls are empty?"
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"Let me spread the blanket over here where no one can hear us."
"So Red Dog, you think your long cock is going to make me cry for mercy? You could only get that if you shoved it up the ass of a squaw-man! My proud cunt has accommodated all the braves in our tribe, and was designed by the Great Spirit to please all!"
"Quiet woman! Let me fulfill you're your request for doing it white man's way. That's it lay on your back and let me prepare you for the rut."
"Shithead, you're still soft? Lay along side me and I will go and do a woman's work. That's it, now I will roll over and take control."
With that Running Fawn takes Red Dog's cock and starts licking the tip until it has more sustenance, Then while fondling his testicles she glides her lips up and down his hardening shaft, while swirling her tongue, seeking all the sensitive areas.
With him starting to groan beneath her and thrust into her mouth, she moves her damp hairy pussy that already has a droplet of male sperm intermingling with her vaginal excretions, toward his face only to feel him enthusiastically kiss and nuzzle her well-used cunt.
"That's it Red Dog, suck my pussy, lick my clit to make it stiff like your cock, then suck it like a mini cock. Aiee! You thrill me!" As she then excitedly starts bobbing her head, energetically sucking his cock."
"Hold up Running Fawn, I can't take this much longer. Roll off and let me fuck you while we are both in heat."
She rolls upon her back with knees bent and legs spread. Red Dog puts his head between her thighs, his hands on her ass as he raises her pussy to his lips to again fondle her clit with his tongue. She bucks and moans struggling to meet his enthusiasm.
"Red Dog, please, you're making me too sensitive. I need your cock inside me, come let me feel your naked body against me as you press into my cunt. Ohh I need you so!"
With that she helps him raise her legs onto his shoulders, compressing her body until she feels his cock masturbating in her seam. She is helpless and cannot grab his member and steer it into her soul – where it belongs. He presses her further and the tip enters her cunt.
"Aiee! [pant pant] That's it push it in, Oooh, I want to feel all of you! Oops! I feel your cock's head slipping past - and opening up, the mouth of my womb! That's it Red Dog, don't stop. YES, Fuck meeee!"
Stimulated by her pure wantonness Red Dog is shagging her very intensely, when the familiar boiling of freshly brewed sperm starts raging in his testes. She feels his pulsation rippling through her womb, her very core of desire, and feels him ejaculate - very heavily, with intense spasms of male seeds splashing onto the walls of her very center of existence.
"My man, I still need you, lower my legs and stay inside me, my ghost dancer. Relax on me until you are ready again. Kiss me while I manipulate your cock with my cunt. Uh, you feel so good. That's it, kiss me again – I am starting to feel you harden within me. Lick and suckle my titties now, so I can get ahead of you this time - so you will ejaculate into my heavy vaginal secretions."
"Running Fawn you are a torrid bitch, and I love you for it. Ohh ugh, you have me deep in your fawn fur, and I am caught in your trap of lust. I loved the taste of your pussy loaded with another brave's sperm, and will have to wait until I refill you, to taste your freshly fucked pussy. That's it, wrap your legs around me and lets do it together this time. Oyy yi yi, your cunt feels so good."
