Chapter 5
That night, Laughing Waters did not come to my room, and for once I was glad. I was going to write Pete, but decided I was too tired.
At dawn, I crawled from my bed, still naked and just a little sore from that damn wolf's gripping paws. I reflected that Minnie Ha Ha ought to trim his claws. My rosebud still tingled from that mighty, pointed, red whang. No dog I had ever had, could equal that wild-assed wolf!
I threw on a thin robe and padded to the bathroom. It was time I had a good douche and a hot, hot soak in the tub. I was the first one up, so I didn't have to wait for anyone. This Ben was a real nut; he had a bath and shower in the house, but a ten hole out-house for a persons' other needs! I used the bath tub for my douche; what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Not seeing any accessories on the walls, I assumed his women folk did not know the meaning of sanitary measures.
I dressed in no bra and no panties, but a sky blue pair of short shorts and a white, loose-necked, short-sleeved blouse, my boobies rounded out of my blouse, and as usual, my shorts looked painted on and my twat stuck out lovely. I knew I'd make a few flys bulge that day!
Breakfast was not even started yet, so I strolled out into the fresh morning air. In the mountains, this time of day cannot be equaled elsewhere. All around me, the wild creatures were stirring, birds sang cheerfully, and a gray squirrel scolded me from high in a pine. A jay picked up his scorn, to add a tid-bit or two. I realized right then, that a city dweller never really knew what life was all about.
In the stables, Longo rolled his big eyes at me and snorted. My smell was new to him. I looked over Ben's chickens, ducks, and turkeys. He had a nice flock.
"Enjoying the early air?" A voice behind me asked.
I spun around in surprise. A tall, smiling Indian stood there. He had been so quiet that I had not heard him. I smiled back. His dark eyes were not on mine, but on my tight, blue-covered crack. "Uh, why yes, I am. Who are you? I don't believe we've met?" I said, my voice all honey and dew. My eyes had not been idle either; his skin-tight levis did not hide his current ambitious desires.
"I am known as Silver Sam. I'm half Mukayuk and half French. I have a shack over near Bunting Creek. Sometimes I come over here to buy eggs." He said, his voice soft, yet strong.
My desire heightened. "Oh, are you a miner? A silver miner?" I asked, shifting my position against the fence so that he could look into my blouse, and I could better study his bulging fly.
He licked his lips unconsciously. "Yes, I am. Is Ben up yet?" he breathed and gazed into my blouse.
"Not yet."
"Would you like to ride over and look at my place, or am I being too forward? I haven't asked your name."
"Kitty, but I'm here on business. I'm a sex doctor." I said, smiling.
"I can believe that! Do you want me to saddle you a horse?"
"No, I'll ride behind you."
"OK, but how about in front?" He said, and swung me up onto his horse with powerful arms.
I smiled, but said nothing, as he swung up behind me. The damned saddle horn was rammed tightly into my thin, cloth-covered slit; and behind me, I felt his hard organ rub tightly up against my round, spread buttocks! What a sensation!
We talked over the Indians and my profession in relation to them. All the while, I could feel that double rub job and knew he would like to feel my titties. Finally, after he had asked me if I liked all sex, and of course I said 'yes', he reached around and into my blouse. His big, rough hand felt good. Gently, he rubbed my nipples and kneaded the fastly firming flesh.
"You have a beautiful pair of breasts, and an equally beautiful body!" Silver Sam said softly into my hear, before he nibbled on it.
His old fashioned brand of love thrilled me. My vagina throbbed! Today most men are 'wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am' lovers, but not this stalwart male. By the time we reached his shack, and it was just that, I was as hot as hell!
Lifting me down from the saddle, he kept me in his arms and crushed my lips with his! My boobs smashed out and over his naked chest. All the buttons popped off! His body was hard, muscular, and deeply tanned. The sweaty, human smell of him sent a charge of lust through me. Had he grabbed me on the streets of a city I would have screamed, but here in the wild, untamed land, so still and fresh in the morning sun, it seemed natural. My heart beat wildly, and with it, my sexual organs cried for his caressing love. His skin seemed hotter than mine and burned into me.
"Oh, Sam! I'm so hot! Take me! Take me, before I die of lust!" I breathed against his kissing lips and roaming, hot, wet tongue.
"Ummmmm!" He breathed, and in an instant picked me up like a baby and carried me inside.
On the quilt of his mussed bed, he stripped off my buttonless blouse and stood a moment, gazing at my rising and falling breasts, his sexual mind drinking in their lustful beauty. I felt his fingers gently pulling my tight short shorts from me as they brushed lightly against my hot skin.
"Ahhhh! Such queenly beauty!" He breathed, and hastily dropped his tight levis. Without further ado, his head was buried in between my gripping thighs.
I sighed at his licking tongue and kissing lips, as both of his hands kneaded my jutting breasts! I was in heaven! This Brave was one helluva good lover! "Oh, Sammmmmm ... Oh, Sammmmmmm..." I moaned, but he kept up his furious pace of oral love until I could no longer hold back my feelings! "Uhh, unnnhhh!" I cried, and raised up as high as I could while gripping his head tightly with my thighs. I erupted!
Silver Sam did not completely drain me, before he lifted his head up, smiled, and crawled forward. I opened my eyes and saw his big-headed organ, just before it slid into my pulsing, twitching, oozing slit! It was so big around that my groin actually swelled!
I groaned, locked my legs around his back, and lifted to each of his first slow thrusts. "What a rod! Oh, god, Sam, I'm filled! God, what a piece of meat!" I cried, as his pace quickened.
"You are heavenly, too! Your hot hole of love feels like velvet! Such muscular control, I've never seen!" He murmured, but never slackened his pace.
His voice, I now noticed, had a slight accent. He had said he was half French, and by the way he ran that joyous hunk of meat into me, I believed it!
"Uh, uh, uh!" He gritted in three fast jabs, then I felt him stiffen. I knew the sign, so I raised up to meet him, and in a shower of stars, we erupted together!
His flow did not seem like much, so I said, "Sam honey, you screw wonderfully, but you didn't come much." I cooed.
"Not this time, I am saving it for the next hole of love ... what I call, The Mine." He said, smiling and pulling out.
He lifted my legs forward to rest my knee back on his broad shoulders, then his hand guided that short, but fat, love cock into my tight anus.
"Oh, God, Sam! You're stretching me!" I cried, my nails biting into his strong arms as they lifted my body up. I was bent almost double, by the time all of that shaft was in me! I could feel his testicles rubbing into my open, throbbing vagina!
"Ahhh, yours is a mine! A wonderfully hot mine of love! Such tightness!" He gritted, thrusting now in a slow rhythm.
"Oh, God, Sam! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! I feel like I'm gonna ... gonna ... sh ... ahhhggguuuh!" I wailed, as he began to ram me harder and harder. This was one act of lucid love that always drove me crazy!
All at once and without forewarning, he shot a big, hot, fast stream of juice into me. He was all the way in, and he held it, just like that damn wolf or a dog does! Holding it all the way in and wiggling his ass and coming like a flowing pipe!
"It's tantalizingly wonderful!" I moaned.
"Ahhhh, now this heavenly mine is a silver mine!" He said, grinning at his own remark. Slowly he pulled free.
I just lay there and watched him inspect himself. I could feel his fluid come oozing from both of my holes of love.
"Hmmm, that was no new way for you. I am as clean as when I went in." He said.
"No, it's not new! But I suppose now I am bigger in there! I couldn't help but be, after taking all of that whopping big rod!"
He only smiled. "Next time, I screw you between those luscious boobs!" He said.
I could just imagine that thing in my mouth! The thought struck me, that maybe that was how some of these big-mouthed women might have gotten that way, like Martha Gayborn and Stella Fitz, two well-known movie stars. It was only a thought, but it could be the answer.
Silver Sam did not bother to dress, but put his coffee pot on. "Let's have a cup of coffee royal and a cigarette." He said.
"Sounds good," I replied, looking at his love maker. It was only slightly soft.
I sat up, and followed him out onto his lean-to porch. We were both naked, but the fresh morning air felt good on our tingling bodies.
"Now, I assume that you enjoyed our tete-a-tete, by the reactions you voiced on my bed." Silver Sam said, smiling.
"You thought right! By tha way, Sam, where did you learn such eloquent speech?" I asked, sipping the hot cup of liquid fire that he had handed me. It was a concoction of strong black coffee, Indian white lightning, and no doubt, a pinch of dried chunko root!
"From my father. He was a French professor. He taught in France and the eastern seaboard of this country, before he came west and married my mother, who was a Mukayuk maiden."
"Do you have any brothers and sisters?" I asked.
"A sister. She lives over near Liver River. Her husband is a white."
"Is that on the reservation?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. Liver River is only a days ride to the east, right near the Nevada line. How long do you intend to be visiting with us?"
"I don't know. Ben wants me to stay long enough to learn the old Mukayuk fertility rites."
"Then you'll be here for a fairly long time. You know, your job sounds interesting."
"It is, and very satisfying. By the way, just for conversation's sake, have you ever had your sister? Or perhaps your mother?"
"It's odd that you should have asked that particular question. Yes, I had my mother several times ... you see, my sister is my step-sister; she is also my daughter. Of course she doesn't know this."
"This more or less confirms my suspicions, that large tribes of people tend to inter-breed. Is she as hot as you are?"
"More! She loves any and all types of sex. She's a far better Mukayuk than I. You see, in our tribal language, Mukayuk means sexual longevity ... or continuing sexual urge ... a lusting for anything sexual. We are a one type tribe. No other is like ours. Our past men were always raised to be rite priests for other tribes. That is one reason we are dying out. Who holds fertility rites today? Nobody."
"You have a point there, plus I suppose the younger braves go in for this Yippie, Hippie world of long hair and flowers?"
"Worse! They call themselves the Whoopies!
They smoke marijuana and sing weird songs that even drive the prairie dogs to cover! The man, who first said this world was going to pot, knew what he was saying."
"Yes, it looks like it. Sooo, let's drink up and have a toast to sex ... I'd rather see it go to that!"
"You are a rare find, Doctor. You would make a perfect Mukayuk! Before you leave us, I'm going to see that Ben makes you a blood-brother ... a sort of sister-under-the-skin."
"Correction, with the skin!" We both laughed, and Silver Sam fixed me another of his hot, potent drinks. "I'm so glad to see you don't mind sitting out here in the raw." He said, handing me my very full cup.
"Nooo, I enjoy it! I'd run around like this all the time if I could; course I'd probably be screwed to death, but what a glorious way to die!"
"That's me. I'm getting old. I know I don't show it, but that's due to the herbs I take and the plentiful amount of sex I get. Laughing Waters gives me her sweet lips now and then, as does Four Lips ... and speaking of lips, I sure do love that inverted vulva of yours. It puffs up there so nice and seductively. It's so nice, it almost commands a man to kiss it. Delectable, simply delectable!"
"I'm glad you like it." I said, spreading my legs wide and scooting down in my chair.
"Ummmm!" Silver Sam murmured, leaning over to kiss my black-haired, puffed-up lips.
"This drink, Sam Honey, must have some chunko root in it!" I whispered.
"Some, but what really starts the urge is my mixture of dink and peka berry juice. Both will harden any organ, no matter how soft, and contract any pelvic muscles. Soon, your valley will throb, your tongue will harden, and you will have a strong urge to suck!"
He didn't know it, but his words were having about as much effect! I happen to be the type that can be swayed easily by mere suggestion. "Really? No wonder I keep swallowing!"
"Ha!" He grunted.
My eyes darted down to his rod. It was springing up like a new tree with its roots in gibberellins! I swallowed and licked my lips; his vocal suggestion, coupled with the sight of that magnificent tool, shot any and all reserves that I might have had!
"Lie back, Doctor Sex, you are about to feel a tonsil expert at work!" Silver Sam gestured, smiling happily.
That damned drink of his must also be a basis for hypnotic suggestions! I found myself scooting further down and back, as he advanced on me; his rigid, brown-colored root of joy thrust forward in his big hand. As if by automatic control, my mouth opened as he straddled my position, chair and all, and kept coming for me.
"Gaaaaaah!" I gagged involuntarily, when that monstrous hunk of meat gradually went through my lips, mouth, and past my tonsils! Thank God, I had a nose, or I couldn't even breathe!
I tasted it almost at once, and it was delectable! I loved the good strong peter taste of a big man! My hands shot out to grasp his naked, hairy buttocks, as he slowly screwed my mouth! His big balls hung down off my chin and bobbed over my neck. I could feel his hairy thighs rubbing my hard nipples, and it also helped to drive me wild!
Silver Sam was going faster with each stroke, and I didn't know how long I could stand it! My lips were stretched to their outer limits! "Guuuuuaaaaa-uuuuhh!" I forced out, meaning 'good,' and it sure as hell was!
I was so hot, that when his buttock cheeks tightened, I knew he was going to come, but so was I! Then it happened! like a red hot river, it shot into my stomach! He gave it all to me and withdrew. The last few drops I took with my tongue. "Good to the last drop!" I said, smiling even if my jaws did hurt.
"Doctor Kitty, you are a gem! A real honest to goodness gem!"
"Thanks!" I replied. I was still hot as hell from those two drinks. "I think I'd better get back, before one of them finds me gone and starts to worry." I said, looking for my clothes.
"OK, I'll ride you back and get my eggs. I'll see you again, won't I? I mean before the coming rite?"
"You'd better b'lieve!" I said, and meant it.