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Free Hardcore Sex Stories - Blackfeet Indian Tribe
The life of the Blackfeet Indians was a hard one. We had been forced from one place to another, forced into war with other Indians, and killed off by diseases like smallpox. I don't know how some of us ever lived and made it through all that we went through. Even some of the tougher Indians were killed off, and in 1837, 6000 Blackfeet died from smallpox. It was a terrible time. I was just a child. How I lived, I do not know, but am grateful for the Blackfeet tribe.
They came to my cabin in route to hunt and found me kneeling by my mother, who had also died of smallpox. I suppose it just wasn't my time to leave Earth. The Blackfeet took me in, changed my name, and raised me as their own. They could have killed me, but they did not.
We worked hard and traveled frequently. The women worked to skin buffalo, build homes, get water, make clothing, and many other chores. We were also there for our warrior men when they needed us. This was not up for discussion. We just took it for granted that when they wanted us, we did what they needed. In many respects, it was a good thing to be wanted.
I remember the night that I was first called upon. I was older and had my eyes on Cheyenne, one of the warriors of the tribe. He had great muscles and stone-black eyes. He was a magnificent creature, and I was lucky to have him want me.
At night, he came into my hut where I stayed with four other Indian women. It was so hot that night. None of us wore any clothing on as we slept upon the floor. Cheyenne came in and stood over me, showing me all he had to offer. I saw his naked skin in the full moonlight that shone through the top of the hut. I'd been watching him for a while, doing things for him and hoping he would notice me. Now I knew he wanted me, too. He laid next to me and started kissing me with such force that it surprised me.
I really didn't think a lot of the other women in there with me. I'd seen them doing the same on occasion. It was what made me ache so much for Cheyenne. Now it was their turn to watch and ache like I had.
Cheyenne's hand touched my body with the same force as his kisses. He took no care with me, even though it was my first time, but this was the way that I would come to know and enjoy it. With all his strength, he grabbed at my breasts and between my legs. It was okay with me because I knew that night I was to become a woman. It didn't matter if it hurt, and I almost welcomed the pain. I groaned and touched him as he shoved fingers in me, deep in me. As I touched and stroked the tool that would soon be in me, he crammed in more fingers as deep as he could get them into me until I felt like I was going to rip open. When I went to scream, he filled my mouth with the stiff took, moving it in to the back of my throat.
I was sure the other four were watching and listening, but I didn't care. He continued to thrust his fingers into me with all his might, and I hurt and felt good at the same time. I could smell my own sex, and then I had massive spasms through my body, which just made him thrust into my mouth more.
Suddenly he picked me up and pushed me onto my hands and knees. Everyone sat up on their elbows watching me lose my virginity. Cheyenne pushed down on my back to arch it and started to shove against my wet thighs. I could feel the head push a few times at the opening to get in. I was so tight. Grabbing my hips, he pulled me against him, forcing his way inside. I screamed in pain and pleasure. My inside felt like they were coming apart, but I wanted it, just like this. He pulled and pushed me, filling me and pulling out. The harder he did it, the better it felt. He was like a wild buffalo, strong and sturdy, fast and hard. Then as hard as he could, he filled me and yelled. I shook with him as the warm liquid mixed with my own. I knew I would never forget what just happened or how it felt.
All the women clapped and smiled, talking among themselves. They were happy for me to finally become a woman.
Cheyenne left the hut without a kiss, a goodbye, or any kind of acknowledgement. I laid down again, rolled over, and smiled.
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