Unknown - Sex in the wild wild west

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, Angela's 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.

In the meantime, I turned my attention to Agnes. I pulled her off of my dick just in time. If I'd waited another minute, I'd of filled her mouth and that would have been it for fucking for a while. As it was, my dick was twitching and begging for release. But I wasn't ready yet. I laid her on her back and spread her legs wide. No one had fucked her and I'd promised to take care of her pussy first, so right now seemed like a good time for some hair pie. I'm not a prude, but when it comes to eating, I prefer to go where no man has been before, at least recently.

One touch of my tongue and Agnes spasmed on me. And she kept right on spasming. As my tongue probed deeper, she wrapped her legs around my head. I thought she was going to crush my skull. I know she cut off my air. I had to eat in order to breathe. Finally, with a shuddering orgasm, her legs flopped loosely to the side. For a minute I thought the woman had passed out. I don't think she'd ever been eaten before. She'd obviously given plenty of blowjobs, but I doubt that anyone had ever returned the favor. But I'd promised to take care of her pussy and that's what I intended to do. Eating was only half of it. What she needed was a good fucking. I slid up her body, and her pussy welcomed me in. I couldn't believe the way she bucked. I thought she was going to throw me off, but she wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in deeper. It just proved what I'd always been told. Don't ever turn down a fat broad. They're more appreciative than the skinny ones.