Unknown - Sex in the wild wild west

The Chief called the three of them together to congratulate them and to show them his cock. Miraculously, it was hard again. But he was starting to feel sorry for the Colonel, Bob, and me. Everybody else was getting laid and sucked off, and the only thing we'd gotten had been a few feels. So he told the three of them to take care of us – to relieve our tensions. Lucille went to the Colonel, Mabel went to Bob, and Rachel wound up in my lap. Our hands were still tied and we still had our pants on, so I wasn't quite sure how this was going to relieve our tension, if anything, it was making mine worse. But Rachel was an inventive lady. Besides that, I think she was just incredibly horny after all the fondling she'd gotten. Before I quite knew what was happening, she had my pants down around my ankles and was stuffing my boner up her hairy twat.

Lucille and Mabel must have been just as horny as she was, 'cause the Colonel and Bob were enjoying a similar experience. There was fucking and sucking everywhere. The line behind Agnes' asshole had gotten longer and Angela and Priscilla were still on their knees, taking on all comers. Besides our women, most of the squaws had stripped off their robes and were getting a workout of their own. I guess the Chief was getting bored. Rachel and I were just getting into it when he called Maggie to perform. It's not that we weren't interested in watching her dance, it's just that we were otherwise preoccupied.

Maggie couldn't believe what was expected of her. She wasn't quite sure what to do and she had even less of an idea how to get anyone's attention with all this sucking and fucking going on all around her. The last time he'd called her, she'd ripped her clothes off. Stripped herself naked and gotten whipped for her pains. She was determined not to get whipped again. She stood there quietly with her head bowed for a few moments.

Then, when the drum increased in intensity, she squared her shoulders back and began to dance. I don't know what came over her, but God, what a dance it was. It got all of our attention, no matter what we were doing. I know she'd never learned those steps in the proper schools she went to back east. It might have been some primordial knowledge, something buried somewhere back in her instincts, or maybe she was just a natural slut. I don't know what it was, but she was awesome. She twisted and turned and undulated around the circle. Whenever she stopped, she would kick her legs high, causing the french panties to gape open and expose her pussy.

As if by second nature, she seemed to sense when the Indians were ready for more. She gripped her chemise by the hem and smoothly pulled it over her head. She completed the motion by throwing the chemise into a group of her most ardent admirers. And then she strutted, literally strutted around the circle. When she had stripped before she had been shy and nervous, a wilting flower.

And it had been obvious. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what had happened to her, but this was not the same woman who had torn her clothes off earlier in a futile effort to please the Chief. Now she was turned on, proud of her body and proud of the way she was arousing her audience. Her nipples were fully erect and she made sure every man got a good look at them. Even the women were watching her. I was sure I saw Angela and Priscilla both licking their lips.

When she bent over and pushed her panties down in back to expose her ass there were ooohhhs and aaahhhs from everyone. I know Rachel was juicing more than I would have expected. Her fingers were busy busy working her clit while she squirmed on my prick. Maggie stood there for a few minutes, bent over and twitching her ass cheeks in time to the drum. It wasn't long before everyone joined in and was clapping their hands in time to her ass twitch. I don't know what she had, but it was something special. She was dancing for everyone, but she made everyone feel that she was dancing just for him.

After the ass twitching she pulled her panties back up tight into the crack of her ass and her slit. Then she straddled the tree stump and started humping, I know that every man there felt like she was fucking him and him alone. When she climbed off of the tree stump she still had her panties on, but they were sopping wet. I can't speak for anyone else, but I know the rod I had shoved up Rachel's cunt was harder than any I'd ever given anyone before. And Rachel was appreciative of it. She was grabbing my balls, squeezing my dick, and humping me harder than I'd ever been humped in my life. And then I came, shooting what seemed like gallons of cum deep into her womb. After that, everything seemed to be anti-climatic. Maggie wasn't dancing anymore and I was about to pass out. So the two of us just sat there, relishing the closeness the two of us had shared, with my prick still buried in her and her pussy twitching around it.

The Chief had taken the place of the tree stump was fucking Maggie. As many times as he had cum, I was surprised that he could still get it up, but there he was. She was flat on her back with her legs in the air and he was pounding in and out of her. And she was loving every minute of it. When he finally climbed off of her, she was begging for more. And the Indians were eager to oblige her. Brave after brave filled her eager hole. Then they flipped her over and went to work on her backside. I never got a chance at Maggie, but the way the braves were going after her, fucking her must have been just as special as watching her had been. I made myself a promise that I would fill that gap in my experience as soon as possible.

I think it was exhaustion more than anything else that finally caused everyone to start settling down. We'd been fucking and sucking since early in the morning. We hadn't even stopped for lunch, and now the sun was starting to settle behind the mountains. They raided our supplies and added a couple of deer they had to them, and pretty soon the squaws were preparing a wonderful stew. By Indian custom, the women served the men first. As hungry as I was, anything would have tasted good, but this stew was delicious. I don't know what they put in it, but it didn't taste like anything we'd brought across the plains with us. And of course, being served by willing, naked women made the meal even better. Naturally, our women were still naked, but the squaws hadn't gotten dressed either. The contrast of naked brown and white bodies flitting back and forth as they brought us plates of food was a memory to treasure.

After the meal, three of the squaws sucked off the Colonel, Bob, and myself. The Chief said it was their desert, but I think it was a pay back. They'd been enjoying our women all day, so he wanted to give us a chance at theirs.

They had untied Susan in time for her to share the meal. I know it was her own fault, but I had to feel sorry for her as she limped over to where we were sitting. The ants had been busy while we were fucking around all day. Her pussy and tits were covered with bites, but at least the syrup had been cleaned off. I think she learned her lesson though. While the squaw was blowing me, I noticed that she was getting her desert too. The Indian who had whipped her earlier had her kneeling between his legs. Her head was bobbing up and down, and this time she seemed to be doing it properly.

As exhausted as we were, everyone was soon drifting off to sleep. Rachel tried to snuggle up next to me, but two young braves came by and found her. They carried her out in the firelight and she was soon thrashing and kicking and generally doing her best to satisfy both of them.

It was just as well that she had been carried away. She was still thrashing around out by the fire when the squaws who had sucked us off earlier came back. They didn't speak any English, but after a lot of hand signs we figured out that they felt that since they had sucked us, it was only fair that we suck them in return. We felt that it was our diplomatic duty to oblige them, so the Colonel, Bob and I buried our faces in squaw cunt. And you know, no one is ever satisfied with just eating pussy. After you eat it, you just gotta fuck it, so we did our best to pound their asses into the sand. I guess we did all right. They seemed to be three very satisfied young ladies as they wandered back to their tents.