Unknown: Sex in the wild wild west

Impatiently, the lieutenant led her to the other side of the circle. After gathering his men around, he drew her over his lap and proceeded to blister her fanny. After thirty or so licks, just like the Chief had recommended, he passed her off to one of his men. There must have been fifteen men in the group. If she was going to get a paddling like that from each of them, I knew she wouldn't be sitting down for a while. And if the Chief was right about her getting excited when she was spanked, she was going to be real excited before they were done.

Susan begged and pleaded, but he wouldn't give her another chance. She was carried over to the same spot her mother had recently occupied and spread out between the same stakes. Syrup was poured over her tits and cunt, and then she was left screaming as the ants began exploring both of her delightful crannies. I felt sorry for her, but it was nice to see that she had the same blond hair her mother used to have. And the Chief had kept his promise. He hadn't stripped her naked. She'd lost her shoes somewhere, but she still had on her stockings. The only thing any of the other women had been allowed to keep on had been their wedding bands.

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.