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We had been in the western plains for over a year, and we had almost perished the first Winter, and pretty soon we would see another. We were ill-prepared for the last one, and we still had little in the way of provisions and limited shelter. John was trying to build a cabin, but the progress was too slow. He had only the first three courses of logs down, and the roof would be months away, at least next spring or even summer. The approaching winter snow had me scared for our children and us. We were on the outer edge of the allotments, we had won the race here to stake a claim but holding on to it was going to be the death of us, I was sure.
I looked out to the horizon and could see a lone figure on a horse silhouetted against the darkening sky. I thought nothing of it, one of the neighbors running his fences maybe and went about making food and cleaning up our makeshift tent home. We were eating by the campfire and chatting about the next day’s enormous list of tasks that the four of us could not complete in a week.
Suddenly all I could hear was loud screeching and yelling, as horses rode through our camp tearing down our tent, Confused and bewildered, I saw John reach for his rifle. Instinct kicked in, and I grabbed Joe and Kelly and pulled them to the ground. John didn’t get to fire his gun, falling in front of us with a pool of blood forming under him. I covered the children with my body, hoping it would be quick. The mind plays funny tricks when under pressure, and my main thought at that moment was that at least they wouldn’t die slowly of the cold.
I was on my knees, covering my children. A towering dark figure dismounted from a horse and stood inches from my face. I looked up a little to see a truly frightening sight. The moccasin covered feet of what could only be an Indian raiding party. I had heard of the family’s butchered by such men and the sight had me shaking. I kept my head down and waited for the inevitable blow.
It never came, I heard some yelling, in a language I had never heard before. My arms were bound behind my back with a stick through my elbows behind me. When I was turned, my son and daughter were bound the same way. We had a rope from our waist and connected to each other than to one of the Indians on a horse. We watched as our belongings got thrown on the ground, and any food was divided between the men. We marched away to god knows where. I no longer control over what happened to my children or myself.
The marching lasted days, the first few we cried for the loss of John, but starvation and weariness took over, and my mind couldn’t focus on anything else but the next step. We were given no food and drank only as we crossed each of the five rivers. As the party started to move into the hills, we began to slow them down, you could see the frustration in the men, but the large one was calling the shots. We were thrown roughly over the front of a horse. I was over the large man’s horse. It was very uncomfortable bound the way we were, and I had lost any feeling in my arms after the first few hours of the day.
That night in the hills, they had caught some rabbits, and as they were cooking, our stomachs were grumbling. When they finished eating the large man dropped the scraps on our laps. We picked any morsels of meat from the scraps and cracked the bones to suck any goodness from them. I gave most of the food to the children, thinking I was going to be first tortured and killed. Maybe they would survive as they were younger and much fitter and of more use to a tribe. I looked over in the dark to see the large man on the other side of the fire watching me.
The next morning at dawn, the men packed up the camp. This time we were bound with our hands in front and mounted a horse in front of a man. Again, I was with the large one. He often had his hand on my front as we went up or down a slope, his big hands would grip my breast through my clothes. More than once, I saw Kelly get the same treatment. I was sure it would get much worse. The next night we got scraps, and the next day we crossed a small stream that we all stopped and drank our fill and washed best we could. The big man watched as I squatted and washed my body. By this point, I didn’t care anymore.
We were days from anywhere and could not find our way home if we tried. Our bounds were useless and out captors knew it, and we’re leaving them off during the day. The howling wolves each night was enough to keep us near the fire. Finally, we crossed a ridge and could see a nest of tents, not our square ones but tall round ones in a pattern around a central larger one. The woman of the village greeted the men with a lot of noise and words I didn’t understand. I guessed it was a good hunt and we were the prize, but the woman didn’t seem to like us but did like the bags of grain and other food and spices.
We all dismounted, and we were taken to one side by a woman and made kneel with our chests on the ground. A lot of the women of the village, around eight, dropped Escort bayan to their knees in front of the men. They pulled up the back of their skirts, showing a row of bare bottoms and pussies. The large man I had been riding with took his choice first. A young and beautiful woman who was smiling from ear to ear as he knelt behind her and slid his leather flap up, thrusting his hips forward. The woman let out a grunt but didn’t stop smiling as he thrust into her again. He nodded at one of the other men, who chose another female to mate with, and so it went until the six men had chosen their reward. The other two females stood with a frown on their faces unhappy they were overlooked.
That night we were dragged into the large center tent. I was guessing that this was where we get sacrificed for a good crop or something like that, but I was wrong. The beautiful young woman that the large man had mated with was breastfeeding a child. She was naked, sitting with her legs crossed and one foot covering her pussy. An older lady was lying near her, and the large man was resting to the other side. I was going to guess he was the chief, and we were his prize.
When she finished breastfeeding the young one, she gave him to the older lady, who hugged him to her naked body. Joe was sitting, taking all this in, and I was watching intently trying to work out the hierarchy in the room. It seemed to be more the body language than words. The young lady moved over to face me. She was looking into my eyes.
“Bly,” she said, pointing to her chest.
“Helen,” I said, pointing to mine.
She pointed to Joe.
“Joe,” I said, smiling at my son.
“Kelly,” I said, pointing at Kelly.
She picked at my clothes, pulling the buttons open and pulling up my skirt. I had three layers on under my dress, so it was a strange thing to these mostly naked people. She opened my top and found my bra, saying something I didn’t understand, she tugged at my bra. I thought she wanted to look. I took it off and handed it to her. She looked at it and laughed a little and threw it into the fire. I went to retrieve it, but she pushed me back, with a snarl, she got her point across. She opened my top to show off my breasts to her man. He didn’t look long, just a glance. She did the same thing to Kelly, and her smaller bra went into the fire. He glanced again. He was the object of this game, and I just hadn’t worked out how to play it.
Joe’s shirt came next, and she inspected his body, taking his pants off next. They didn’t go in the fire, but I was worried about what was next. He sat with a hard penis sticking out in front of him. Both Kelly and I felt sorry for him until our skites and undergarments were taken and thrown into the fire. I sat cross legged to mirror Bly, and had my foot covering the entrance to my pussy. It was the only modesty I had by this point. Kelly was watching and copied me. The chief stood, and Bly used a cloth to wash his body and legs, she cleaned him from head to toe, pulling back his foreskin and washing his cock as well. She wiped herself and then the older lady that I guessed was her mother.
Bly washed and massaged her mother’s shoulder like there was some problem with her. Then she washed her breasts and body. She was cleaning her way down her legs, finishing by washing her pussy, holding her mother’s breast while she used her other hand on her pussy. Her mother shifted her legs to allow everyone to see her pussy opening and Bly’s fingers working their magic. She let out a moan and then relaxed into Bly’s embrace. She hugged her and lay her down next to her sleeping baby. We had just watched something very intimate, but nothing could be really hidden inside the tent.
She came over to me with a cloth and water in a bowl. I thought for a moment I was going to get washed. But she motioned for me to wash Joe. He stood before me, and I washed his body and legs, when I got to his penis, it was very hard. I pulled back the foreskin and started cleaning it, he jerked and began to spurt cum from the tip. I was going to pull back, but Bly stopped me and said something I didn’t understand. She pointed to the dirt and shook her head. I realized she didn’t want me to let Joe’s cum hit the ground. I caught it all in the palm of my hand. There was a lot, much more than his poor father. I didn’t know what to do with it and when I looked at Bly. She motioned me a few choices. Wipe it on my body, or my pussy, I guess where it belonged, or lick it from my palm.
I had taken my husband in my mouth a few times, so I chose to lick my palm clean. Joe’s sperm was fresh and clean. I turned to Kelly and Bly stopped me again. Taking the cloth and bowl and handing it to Kelly. She put her hands on my hips, turning me to face Kelly and moving my foot, so my sex was open to her. Kelly started to clean my upper body and arms moving gently over my breasts, making my nipples erect as he washed. She washed my legs and then cleaned my pussy, her fingers sliding along between my lips and slipping into my pussy. Her thumb gliding over my clit, she strummed me to an orgasm in just a few Bayan escort minutes. I gently did the same to Kelly only not inserting my fingers as she was a virgin.
Bly moved over to the chief and moved her foot away from her pussy to allow him to see her opening. She looked at us and waited. I moved my foot and nudged Kelly to do the same. The chief looked at each of us, then wrapped his blanket around Bly and rolled onto her. Bly lifted her legs and allowed him access to her sex. They made love for a long time. I think Bly was trying to prove she was his woman and no one else. Joe spooned behind me, his stiff cock poking me in the bottom. I can’t blame him, the lovemaking across the tent was a sight to behold the beautiful young wife and the chief both naked in the firelight. Their bodies were rippling and lean as they made love only a few feet away.
“Mom, how are we going to get home,” Kelly whispered, her hand over my body holding the three of us together.
“We will see the first snow within a few days, and we will die out there even if the wolves don’t eat us first. We are going to do everything they say, and watch and learn,” I said, placing my hand over Kelly’s.
“What if the chief wants us next,” She said, and I noticed Joe’s cock twitch against my ass.
“Then you find a way to enjoy it. They aren’t the rough savages that they are made out to be,” I said, wondering how long Joe would last trapped against my bottom.
Then the lovemaking started again from across the fire, this time with Bly on top of the chief. You could see his wet cock sliding in and out of her pussy in the dim firelight. I felt Joe’s hand cup my breast, and his cock slowly humping into my ass cheek. As Bly grunted her orgasm, Joe did the same on my bottom. I put my hand back to stop the cum from running off my ass and brought it to my mouth to lick each fingerful clean.
The morning was on us quickly, the tent flaps opened to the morning light and the chief and Bly moved around preparing and feeding her baby. With just a blanket over her shoulders. The chief was still naked as was Bly’s mother. We sat observing our hosts. I saw the interactions between him and his mother-in-law, it was tender and caring from what I could see. I guessed that her ailments restricted her movements, but she took charge of the baby as soon as feeding was over.
We were stuck inside without clothes. Joe put his pants back on and stood to wait for the chief. Once the chief had his lap cover in place, he left the tent and Joe followed. No words were spoken, but whatever Joe did must have been right. Bly covered herself with a leather skirt and left the tent. I didn’t know whether to follow in the nude or stay. I looked at the mother and started to stand, but she scowled, and I sat back in my place. I decided to slide over to her and see if I could help with the baby or perhaps rub the shoulder, she was favoring. She accepted my touch begrudgingly at first but made sounds that she liked my light massage.
Bly returned with two lap skirts like hers but old and stiff. She stopped at the door and looked at me with her mother and softened her stare. I had to find my place here. We were going nowhere fast, so we had to fit in or perish. Bly sat down in front of Kelly, showing her the leather clothes and got them between her hands and rubbed the halves together showing the way to soften them. Kelly followed the instructions and had them soft enough to wear in a little while. I took the other one and did the same. Bly had Kelly stand and showed her how to tie the pieces of leather and ran her hand over her pubic mound I guess wondering about the lighter colored pubic hair. All the women had black or black and grey hair on their heads, and all the pussies that I have seen so far were jet black.
Outside, at last, our bodies exposed to the gaze of anyone willing to look. Most of the tribe took little notice of our forms. I only got an interested look from some of the men. My breasts were bigger than all the other women in the tribe and Kelly’s were at least as big as the biggest on display. My nipples hardened in the fresh air, and Bly smiled at me when she noticed. We stopped by some women cutting up deer, Bly sat and started to help, and I did the same. I wasn’t given a bone knife, but one of the other ladies showed me how to use a scraper to clean the hide. I worked as the others chattered and I got the name of the lady next to me. Dyani was the first woman chosen after the chief selected his wife. The man that picked her was also her partner. He was the second-highest man in the tribe. And in turn, she was the second-highest woman.
During the afternoon, Elu came to sit beside his wife. I noticed some of the other ladies move their foot, allowing him to see their pussies. I thought it strange, and I kept mine covered, and Kelly copied me. Bly looked at me strangely, and I gestured to Dyani, but she shook her head, and I moved my foot. It was obviously not an insult to show your pussy to another lady’s husband. Kelly followed my lead, but I was worried she would lose her virginity to Escort another woman’s husband. I needn’t have worried he didn’t even look at us just slipped up beside a giggling Kiona. Who lent back onto Dyani’s lap and flipped up his covering and accepted his cock into her pussy.
It was a quick affair, but I think both enjoyed the coupling. All the ladies watching had erect nipples when they finished, with Kelly and I included. Some of the meat was wrapped in a wet cloth, and the rest cut into smaller strips, salted and hung to dry. Dyani stood and placed a bowl under her body and started to pee, half filling the bowl. She motioned to me, and I stood pulling my flap up and squatting over the bowl. The urine was used to soak the skin I had cleaned, and then it was hung to dry as well.
That night Joe had returned with a young man that was as tall as him and both were only a little shorter then Gill the chief. I guessed he was Gill’s son but too old to be Bly’s. I wondered what happened to his mother, and I couldn’t communicate well enough to find out. We eat the deer and Bly washed her mother and herself before washing Awan, Gill’s son. She carefully cleaning his penis resulted in him ejaculating in her hand. Bly wiped the sperm into her pussy and moved onto her partner. Gill watched as I cleaned Joe and again, he spurted his seed into my hand, and I followed suit and wiped it on my pussy before washing Kelly, bringing her to a climax. Kelly washed me and ran her fingers through Joe’s cum and pushed it into my pussy with her fingers. I let out a low moan as I climaxed to the thought of my son’s sperm inside my pussy.
Bly sat with her foot away from her pussy, facing Gill’s son offering herself to him, she looked over, and we moved our feet too. Awan looked from Bly to me and then to Kelly. His gaze fixed on Kelly’s lighter reddish pubes. Bly shot him a glance, and he moved forward and positioned his cock at the mouth of Bly’s opening. She moaned when Awan pushed forward, and he thrust himself into Bly, making her grunt with each stroke when he orgasmed Bly cupped her hand over her opening and licked up anything that escaped. She then sat offering her pussy to Gill. We did the same as before, but Gill wisely chose his wife. And made a show of getting Bly to make more noise than Awan did. When he finished, Bly stayed with Gill inside her, and he rested on her chest. They were all looking at us.
I faced Joe and moved my foot, and Kelly did the same. Joe looked from my pussy up to my face, looking lost.
“You have to be the one to gain status here. We will only move up from dirt if you do. From now on, your needs will be taken care of me until one of the other higher stationed women of the tribe will take you. Even then, you will have to hunt and protect us until your sister can have a higher stationed man like Awan. His mother will never allow him to choose Kelly for a first wife, but he might choose her for his tent at night, so take me now and make a show of it, show Bly the beautiful body that all that hard farm work has carved,” I whispered, and looked over at an astonished Kelly.
Joe moved onto me, and I gripped his cock, it was a nice size for me. He thrust forward, and I moaned at the force. I didn’t have to fake anything the taboo of fucking my son had my pussy on fire. Joe started to fuck me slowly, but I hooked my heels behind his ass and used then to pull him into me. I was grunting, as my orgasm started to flow through my clit and pussy. Only two thrusts later, Joe emptied his load inside my body.
Kelly cupped my pussy as I sat back up and licked her hand cleaning up any of Joe’s sperm that leaked out of me. I glanced over to see Awan, peeking to see the action, but Bly noticed too and threw her body over him to distract him from making a fool of himself over the white girl.
I noticed Bly fucked both the men on her side of the tent one more time before she settled to sleep.
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The weeks past and Winter settled in and our outside clothing changed to cloaks and fur-lined skins. The days were short, and the night were, filled with talking, singing, and incredible sex. I had picked up most of the language but missed some of the finer points like the male and female versions of a word. This gained much laughter from the other women in the tent at the time. Joe and Kelly were almost perfect by mid-Winter. Joe’s skill with the bow and a spear were improving to the point that we had food every night that we shared with the rest of the tent.
There was going to be a big hunt, a select group of men would leave for some days to find the buffalo. I picked up that the hunt was dangerous, but the winter food stores were getting low, and it had to be done. Gill walked around, picking some of his trusted men. They all stood proudly at the front of their tent. Joe and Awan stood at ours. He picked his first two most trusted men then Awan. Joe stood trying not to look dejected, his shoulders still back, his muscled chest still thrust out. He picked two lower-ranked men then stopped in front of Joe. Gill stood looking Joe in the eyes for a long moment as if waiting for him to flinch. Then he nodded, He was in, he didn’t show it on his face, but the pride in his eyes lit up the camp. I thought there would be some grumbling from the other men, but I guess they thought he deserved it.
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