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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.
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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, Angels 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.
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