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.
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.