This story is an assemblage of bits and pieces of information gathered from Hopi, Cherokee, and Comanche Indians that I have known, along with some historical writings. Indians are very individualistic, so one shoe does not fit all, and this presentation of attitude is only demonstrating fictional opinions and practices without prejudice on my part, of a very small sample size.
[I personally believe that the early slavery minded invaders of America never accepted the fact the Indians were more sociologically advanced then they, and that nomadic societies are much more capable to handle survival against nature better, but can be easily destroyed by politics! I believe America would be much stronger today if the inflowing European was integrated into Indian tribal life, then to later have built their more technical world via the enticements of the old world - thus advancing all Americans!]
Indian Summer in the West
The year is 1910; the town is a whistle stop in Kansas, racing to become a ghost town! The villagers permit a small band of Indians to camp along a small river (big stream) three miles away, and they try to help civilize the "heathens" by exposing them to book lar'nen, and church! Five tepees compose of the tribe, thus they believe some of the education is taking root; however, the old Indian ways are still paramount (that the White folk find troubling).
Most of the intermingling of culture is occurring with the children that seem to integrate quite well, until puberty. Then all hell breaks loose encouraging separatism on the part of the older White residents.
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Running Fawn was down by the river washing clothes when Red Dog came by and became interested in her sensuous posterior, sort of waggling while she was unloading her basket.
Using his Indian education, he silently snuck up on her only to reach out for the hem of her skirt to grasp and throw over her back, exposing her feminine delicacy to his view.
Without looking back Running Fawn yelled out, "now cut that out asshole!"
Since the prize was still available Red Dog pressed his face between her thighs and plunged his tongue into her cunt. Still no intense resistance, so he started running the tip up and down her seam while occasionally tapping the tip against her magic clitoris - that is now becoming erect, triggering her noticeable trembling.
She then looked back and said, "Red Dog, stop it now, can't you see I am busy?"
"Your not that busy, see, your body is preparing itself for pleasure. When you are ripe, I will be ready to share pleasure with you."
As he continued his assault, her trembling increased along with her breathing starting to become ragged, and in short pants.
"Red Dog, we Oh Uh, shouldn't be doing this now, I am probably fertile! Shit you are making me feel real good you idiot! Please stop this, oh, oh, you will get me into trouble by [pant] not having the laundry done fast enough!"
She feels him straighten up and replace his tongue with his erect cock. She widens her stance when she feels his hands upon her hips, though still in denial. He slides his member up and down her slit that is depositing feminine goo upon it. The tip stops at her entrance, while enjoying the kissing of her bloated cuntal lips, he then slowly presses his member into her inviting warmth. She moans softly and pushes back to feel his cock glide effortlessly into her hot pudding of lust, to feel the tip now stretching the entrance to her womb, with her ass pressing against his male body - his hands pulling her tight against him, feeling an erect clitoris being titillated by dangling testicles.
"Aiiee, Red Dog, [pant] your long cock is skewering me, [pant pant] now stop fooling around and fuck me you asshole!"
"This is how I like you, nice and juicy, that's it baby, ungh, like when I'm sliding on another braves cum, after you've dilated to please many warriors."
"Shut up and remember there are two of us now that need pleasuring. [pant] Now give it to me Ahhhh, just don't cum into my womb! Shit, feel my pussy twitching skunkface? Ohh, I'm loosing it."
"Oh shit, I feel your trembling cunt trying to suck the sperm right out of me. Aiee, I am pulling back now, here I cum! Shiiiiit!"
"That's it, empty yourself into me, uhhh, I need to feel it hot and forceful - even though it's a bit dangerous! Ohhh that's good, keep it cumming, I want it all!"
After his cock leaves her body, he steps back and admires a scarlet cunt framing her decorative crème pie - that is oozing with his white sperm slowly discharging onto her thigh. "It is a beautiful thing we just did, thank you."
Pulling her dress back into place, she turns, moves in close and rubs her nose against his, and then kisses him White man's style and says, "isn't nature grand? I have got to run now because I'm late. I will have to stand for the rest of the day to make sure your sperm runs out of me 'shit-for-brains'. The next time, when we have time, and I am safe, lets do it the White man's way - so I can see your happy face when we cum together!"
"Your on, see you later, and thanks again, I really needed you Running Fawn."
She starts vigorously scrubbing the clothes to finish her chore. "Yeh, sure, I bet you won't pass up the next bitch in heat Red Dog, and you'll tell her the same thing."
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Red Dog greets his sister Rainy Face telling her to get ready to smoke his fresh catch, one small-mouth bass, and two rather large crappies that were in the Indian fish trap at the river bank. She takes the fish and hangs them to the top of a little teepee that has a well-used fire pit in its floor.
"Red Dog, you gather some fire wood, while I gather some green shrubs and twigs, to make smoke flavoring for your fish."
