Thread: White Squaw (Faetal Attraction & CrimsonMaster)

Before she was married, Lucy had asked her older brother for advice on how to please her soon to be husband. Her brother was kind enough to demonstrate a simple hand job on a carrot for her, and Lucy spent week until her marriage practicing. She had wanted to learn more, but her brother insisted that it was improper to so anything aside from using her hands or sex itself. Elliot obviously gave her no direction or teachings, since he didn't even want Lucy to touch him at all before, during or after the act. In the back of her mind, Lucy remember the long days, and sometimes nights even that Elliot would spend in town.She would wait up for him in hopes of having an intimate relations, but was turned down unless she was in her fertile time. A majority of the time when he returned from the trips, would come home exhausted, but in better spirits than when he left. She tried to make conversation with him, asking how his day was, what he did in town, but he always shot back with It's none of your concern. I'm going to bed. It hurt Lucy deeply when he said that, but there was little she could do about it, other than go somewhere quiet to take care of her own needs. She had a feeling that he was up to something, but since she was to stay at home, she had no clue of the brothel or anything in town for that matter. It seemed that here, it would be different. The Comanche men seemed to be of an entirely different breed. Clearly they care for the women, at least sexually, and listen to their wants and needs in the bedroom. Otherwise, how would they have become so skilled? Lucy whimpered and moaned into the kiss as her as Buffalo Hump continually pounded at her core. It wouldn't be long until she reached the top of her own, not to mention first, climax. This feeling inside her, of raw sexual energy and pleasure, her most animalistic desires finally being fulfilled and even surpassed by this one older man, was a feeling she could some become addicted to. When the kiss broke, Lucy panted like a female dog in heat, her breaths short and quick as she felt her body being pushed over the edge. It was the combination of the moans of Running Elk and Wolf, their cum spilling over her hands, the rough and passionate assault from Buffalo Hump's manhood, and her realization that she must look so lewd, yet so tantalizing to all of the other men in the tent that pushed her over. Lucy's whole body shuddered, her breath hitched as her body's muscles convulsed in response to the explosion of pleasure that overcame her. Her fingers milked the shafts in her hands of every last drop of cum they had. Her womanhood contracting around Buffalo Hump's member hard and fast as the Lucy rode out her first, and she hoped, not her last orgasm. All thoughts of her husband and the life she had before left her mind. It was quite in there now, no thoughts of inadequacy, no anger toward the Comanche men who kidnapped her, nothing except bliss and relation, at least for a moment. Then a wave of ravenous desire washed over her, she wanted to feel her climax again and wondered who would be next to take her body for a ride and what they would do with her. Lucy's body was relaxed, but it was clear from her expression that she desperately wanted more, of anything that these men had to offer. Out the tent entrance went her previous inhibitions of being so exposed, she was no longer a shy scared captive, but a woman who was hungry and craving more.