Unknown - Sex in the wild wild west

The Chief proved me right when he announced: "That was better, but it's still not burlesque. You're supposed to dance while you're stripping, not just take your clothes off." Grabbing his limp member, he finished his statement. "Your supposed to make my dick hard." Turning to the squaw he told her to whip Priscilla and then take her back to tents to collect all of her clothes. Like Maggie, if she had anything else that was acceptable, she might be allowed to try again.

"Oh please," Priscilla begged. "Whip me if you want, but let me try again before you do."

"In case you hadn't noticed, girl, you're naked. You don't have anything left to take off. How can you strip again?"

"I… I… When I started to undress, I didn't realize what you expected of me. I knew you had stripped the other women naked, but I didn't think you would expect that of me. Foolishly, I thought if I showed you my breasts, somehow that would appease you and you'd let me keep my pants on. But I know better now, I know you'll never let me go just halfway. Please let me try again. Even without my clothes, I know I can do better." She made a frame around her pussy. "Let me show this off for you. I'm, I'm sure I can m-m-make your d-d-d-dick hard. If I don't," she turned around and bent over, presenting her ass to him, "then whip my fanny if you still want to, but please let me try first."

Shrugging, the Chief said, "Your fanny looks like it's begging to be whipped anyway. Okay, go ahead. But you'd better be good. If I'm not satisfied, you'll be hanging from the tree like Mrs. Bromley was earlier and it won't be just your fanny that gets whipped."

Priscilla spun away and really began to dance. I know she was spurred on by the threat of the flogging, but she really went all out. She was flashing her pussy all over the place and jiggling her tits in the Indians' faces. But Bob turned green when she grabbed an Indian and fell to her knees in front of him. Lifting up his loin cloth she sucked his dick down and did her best to make Agnes look like an amateur. Finishing with him, she moved on to a second, and then a third. She had the third one lie down on his back and she knelt over him, ass incitingly stuck up in the air. Looking back over her shoulder, she patted her fanny provocatively. The Indians didn't need a second invitation. She had five of them in both of her holes before the Chief ordered her to stand up.

"That was very good Mrs. Parker. Now you've made my dick hard. Maybe later I'll allow you to suck it off. But you should have done that in the first place! Go get your clothing. If you have anything that's acceptable, you can dance again later."

Smiling, a naked Priscilla was led off. She had cum leaking from her ass, cunt, and down her cheeks, but at least she hadn't been whipped. And she'd already been fucked more times today than Bob had fucked her in the past month.

There were still four women left. I was wondering which one of them was going to be next when the Chief walked over to where Angela was squirming.

"Ahh, I see the ants are enjoying their meal. Earlier you said you'd do whatever I wanted, but I'm not sure you were serious. Now are you ready to do what you're told, Mrs. Broaddus?"

Angela couldn't speak around her penis gag, but from the way she was shaking her head, it was evident what she was thinking.

"Very well, flip her over. We'll give the ants and the sun a chance at her other side."

Angela was soon reversed and her tits and cunt were coated with syrup. The Chief had just turned to walk away when he seemed to have second thoughts.

Turning back to Angela, he grabbed a handful of her pussy hair. "I'm tired of dallying with you, Mrs. Broaddus." Laying the knife beside her cunt, he said, "I know you saw the little demonstration I put on for Mrs. Bromley. Now, unless you want to know what it feels like to be scalped, you'll do whatever you're told."

Angela was in shock. She'd already said she'd do whatever he wanted, and now he was threatening to cut her twat off. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, but the only thing we could hear was grunts as she tried to vocalize around the prick that was still filling her mouth.

"I think the bitch is trying to say something. Get that thing out of her mouth so I can understand her."

As soon as her mouth was free, Angela whimpered, "Oh please, please, I'll do whatever you say. Anything you want me to do, I'll do. Just take that knife away. Please take it off my vagina. I'll do anything."

Cutting away her bonds, the Chief ordered her to her knees. "The last one made me hard, now I want you to suck me off. But I'm not ready to cum yet. So make me enjoy it, but don't let me cum. And you better be good at it."

Angela went at it with gusto, but I don't think she'd ever sucked a dick before. She obviously didn't have Agnes' or Priscilla's proficiency. But what she lacked in experience, she more than made up for in enthusiasm. Her hands were all over his ass and balls, pulling him closer to her. And she did her best to suck him all in. She couldn't make it though. He was just too big and she hadn't learned the knack of getting his dick down her throat. It was a good thing he didn't want to cum. She'd of probably gagged if he started shooting his load down her throat. It wasn't long though, before the Chief was pushing her away and the front of his loincloth was standing straight out.

"One more thing. We've stripped you of your clothes, now I want you to finish it off. Just so I won't be tempted to scalp you later, I want you to do it for me. By the time your finished, your cunt should be bald." Throwing his knife to her, he walked back to his place in the circle.

I was sure Angela was tempted to see if she could bury the knife in his back, but she didn't. Dutifully, she spread her legs and proceeded to shave every hair from her twat. Dry shaving is no fun any time, but she endured it, even spreading her legs wide to get the tender skin between her pussy and asshole. She must have been starting to learn something. I was really surprised when she rolled over on her belly, raised her ass in the air with her legs spread wide, and invited her squaw to shave the hair around her asshole. The squaw was really conscientious about it, spreading Angela's cheeks to shave her ass and then rubbing her hands all over her pussy, just to make sure all the bristle was gone.

When the squaw was finished, Angela returned the knife to the Chief and presented him with a gleaming, naked snatch. After examining her to make sure that neither she nor the squaw had missed any of her curly hairs, the Chief had her show herself to the Colonel, Bob and myself. For this exhibition, she was made to bend over, spread her legs, show us, and invite us to feel, every inch of her pussy and asshole. Except for her spanking, I know she was more embarrassed by this than anything else that had happened to her. The Indians violating her privacy was a passing event she could put behind her. But we were her friends and her husband. She was going to have to live with us, and the knowledge that we had seen and touched her most intimate places, for a good long while. The Colonel tried not to look, but his dick was as hard as Bob's and mine were.

While Angela was still displaying her charms for us, the Chief called one of his lieutenants over. She must of been getting inured to this public exhibition. She blushed deeply, but she didn't flinch when he spread her pussy lips to show the lieutenant. After pointing out all her attributes – tits, nipples, mouth, pussy and asshole – he said: "Take this one back to your men. She does well with her mouth, but I'm sure these other holes are good too. But I recommend you start out by giving her a spanking." Giving her a pop on the ass, he went on, "Notice how resilient these ass cheeks are. They're perfect for paddling and I noticed before that it excites her when you do that. Better, why don't you let all of your men spank her. She should be begging to get fucked after that."