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Chapter Fifteen
1874; the Great Plains in territory that would be North Dakota;
An Sioux brave was kneeled between the outstretched legs of a white man sprawled nude upon the hide covered floor of a teepee. The brave looked at the muscled back of the white man with long thick blonde hair flowing over his broad shoulders. The brave was larger in frame, with broader shoulders, thick veiny guns and pecs that seemed plateaus overlooking abs so ripped they contorted in a wave as he bent a bit and gently splayed his large red hands upon the white man's shoulders. Gently moving his hands and fingers in a kneading motion, the brave traced and caressed every ridge and cut of white muscled back, shoulders and arms. The white man sighed in pleasure as the hands worked down his back to his trim waist.
The brave was silent as his hands memorized the white man's form, formulating what was to come. His own long dark glossy hair fanned his angular handsome face as he gazed at the white creamy glutes that jutted just below the white man's waist. His hands clasped the hard glutes, palming the cheeks, kneading them rhythmically as they dimpled and clenched at the contact. He pulled the cheeks a bit and revealed the man's quivering pink ring. The brave felt his cock surge within his leather pants. Lifting his hands a moment, he pulled the drawstring at his waist and loosened the garment. Hauling his thick 10 inch cock free, it surged to full length pulling the foreskin back tightly. His cock head pulsed hotly and the veins that crisscrossed his shaft pumped powerfully with blood. He jutted his hips a bit, rubbing the length along the valley of the two jutting globes. The white man murmured lowly and sighed. The brave would teach this man who was the more powerful warrior.
Fort Abraham Lincoln, the Northern Great Plains.
Elizabeth Bacon Custer was enjoying afternoon tea with 'Mrs.' Hamilton. The Company A Laundress had recently lost her husband, Captain Lewis McClean Hamilton in battle and Libbie wished to express her sympathies. Despite the rumors concerning Mrs. Hamilton, Libbie enjoyed her company. She was an excellent laundress and wonderful cook. Whatever 'her' origins were, Mrs. Custer respected the 'lady'.
"How have you been coping?" She smiled thoughtfully.
Mrs. Hamilton replied in the usual baritone voice. "As well as can be expected."
Libbie nodded. "Although it is not quite the same thing, I do understand the longing you must feel."
Mrs. Hamilton sipped her tea thoughtfully. Libbie's husband, General Custer, had been the first to discover her 'nature.' His shock eventually led to acceptance and then to curiosity. She shifted in her seat and her cock stirred beneath her petticoats at the memory of Custer's hard shaft thrusting up her arse.
"How long will the General be away?" Libbie was eager to feel the General's hard cock pumping into her again.
Libbie placed her cup upon the saucer on the table and waved her hands. She was oblivious to her husband's assignations with Mrs. Hamilton. "I'm uncertain. That all depends on Washington." She sighed. "I so do wish he hadn't been designated to deal with the barbarians. Hopefully he will bring culture to these savages."
Mrs. Hamilton raised her brows in irony as she sipped her tea.
The Great Plains of What would be South Dakota;
In a Sioux village George Armstrong Custer was sprawled naked on his stomach across the buffalo hide covered floor of a teepee. A leather strap was roughly held between clenched teeth while he breathed deeply through his nose.
"Mmmm," Custer murmured and withered his hips against the soft leather, his thick uncut cock rock hard and smashed between his muscular thigh and the soft fur. "Ughh," he grunted and gyrated his hips. He lifted his hips to meet the rough thrusts against his hard buttocks.
The Indian brave poised over him roughly thrust and rocked his hips down, his thick red veiny cock stretching the white man's tight clinging pink butt ring. The brave pumped hard and his heavy balls loudly smacked the white man's creamy globes. The Brave puffed and lifted his his upper body a bit, pressing the flat of his palms against the leather tuffs of hide, his arms strained, muscles flexed and pulsed. He moved his body in a push up movement as he assaulted the white man's slick convulsing hole.
The brave made no sound other than the exertion of his heavy breathing. Sweat slicked his powerful red frame, dripping to the white man's slightly arched back.
"Mnphhhhhh," Custer thrashed his head, his thick long mane of golden hair damp from the heavy rivulets that rolled from his shoulders to pool the valley of his broad back. Custer bucked his hips up and gyrated his hips. He concentrated on contorting his inner rectum muscles around the pulsing shaft that burrowed and burned deeply within. Butterflies twisted in his stomach as he panted with the rhythm of the brave's assault on his rectum.
The brave roughly grabbed Custer at the hips and rocked back on his knees pulled Custer's mid section up for better angel. His fingers dug deeply into the white flesh suffusing the skin to match the suffusion now spread through the white man's raw butt cheeks.
Custer winced and chewed tighter on the leather as he felt the cock stuffed within savagely inch deeper. He roughly twisted the hide between his fingers, thrashing his head from side to side. He couldn't believe how much greater it felt each time he took another cock up his butt. The sides of his lips upturned slightly as the pleasurable sensations that coursed through his body. The fur at his hips was damp with perspiration and the pre-cum that drained from his bulbous cock head. He felt the veins within his shaft pulse between his hard thigh and the sticky slick fur.
The braved was only conscious of the suction of the muscles wrapped around his staff. His neck muscles were tense and the nerve at his temple pulsed as the blood and pleasure coursed through his massive powerful body. With each thrust and twist of his hips his cock inched deeper and his hard butt muscles dimpled. His balls were churning. The tempo of his heart beat was clear within his ear. His seed was so close, so...............
"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr," the Brave growled like an animal as his cock roughly jerked and his seed spewed forth, flooding the white man's hole.
Custer's cock jerked almost in unison. "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," Custer panted as thick ropes of cum splattered and matted upon the hide from his flared red cock head. The muscles in his body strained as he emptied his seed. He could feel the brave's own seed slosh within his rectum. The continued thrusts of the brave's hips plus the spasm's of his expelling cock caused cum to drain from Custer's plugged ring and run down the sides of his hips.
The brave pumped the last of his cum in the flooded hole and abruptly moved back pulling from the stretched pink ring with a slosh. Custer dropped the leather from his mouth and began to rise as well, but the brave pushed him firmly down. Next the brave sprawled out on the hide. He pushed the white man's legs apart and moved up between them. He looked at the pulsing ring with cum still seeping from it and grinned lasciviously.
Custer shivered anew as he felt the lightly roughened texture of the brave's tongue follow the slope of one butt cheek. He sighed as the brave moved his tongue to the other before zeroing on the puckered ring. Custer expelled a hot rush of breath as the brave's lips touched his sensitive pink ring.
The brave moved his lips against the muscles much as he did with his squaw. He sucked a bit, tasting his own seed before working the tip of his tongue with the ring. The throat muscles on Custer convulsed as the brave snaked and rasped his tongue within, slurping up cum. The brave clasped the still suffused butt cheeks and spread them to snake his tongue deeper. The ring pulsed and twitched around his tongue as the contours of his face rubbed the inner slopes of the white man's butt cheeks. The brave sucked and slurped more. His nose touched the flesh at the base of the white man's slopes. He inhaled and his lids fluttered at the sweaty masculine sent.
Custer was breathing deeply, chewing his lower lip as he felt the brave hotly cleanse his freshly fucked hole. The brave's warm breath fanned his bottom and sent shivers up his spine. He wiggled his butt back against the brave's twisting, burrowing face. Custer felt a rise from his cock again. Blood surged and his shafted hardened between his sticky thigh and the matted hide.
The brave worked his tongue in circular motions against the hot slick walls of inner flesh. The tip of his tongue touched a pulsing nub and the white man jerked a bit. The brave zeroed in on the nub rubbing and gently thrusting the tip of his tongue against the prostate. He flecked faster and the nub pulsed equally fast. He pressed harder, puffing lightly against the quivering outer ring.
Custer's throat convulsed and his eyes widened a bit at the electrical contact. He tugged at the hide again. His balls tingled. His shafted pulsed. He was going to............."Christttttttttttttttttttttt," Custer wailed as his cock head expanded. Cum volleyed from the sensitive piss slit anew. The brave pressed his tongue harder against the prostate. Custer contorted his face as his balls twisted and his cock spilled yet more cum. He was panting and his stomach muscles contorted as the last drops of cum were forced from his red raw shaft.
The brave lifted back up on his knees, licking a drop of cum from his lower lip. He grinned approvingly as Custer's head drooped in exhaustion and he gently rubbed one side of his face against the soft hide. The brave gently patted one of Custer's cheeks before rising to return the bedside of his squaw within his own teepee.
The two men looked up from the secret sex diary of George Armstrong Custer. The diary had been suppressed for generations by Custer's descendants. However, some how or another the diary was lost. Recently retrieved by experts from the History Channel, a special was being prepared to air detailing the contents. The two tentative hosts of the program, Josh Bernstein and Hunter Ellis were quiet a moment before Bernstein looked at Ellis in astonishment.
"You do know what this means," he gasped, overwhelmed by the implications.
Ellis sneered. "It means I'm horny as hell and need a tight ass to fuck raw." He groped his boner straining within his khakis. Bernstein blinked in even more astonishment.
In a swift movement Ellis grasped Bernstein by the waist, turning him and roughly forcing the younger man down across the table across the document. Berstein was too stunned to fight or argue. Ellis roughly grabbed and yanked at the buttons of the other man's khakis. He forced the material down, popping the front buttons and exposing Berstein's perfect bubble butt. It was creamy white and smooth. Ellis snorted, wasting no time by quickly pulling open his pants and hauling out his thick ten inch cock. It was hard and curved a bit. Blue veins pulsed through the length, a drop of pre-cum glistening the engorged flamed head.
Bernstein's face was concealed in his mussed long brown hair and the man was breathing heavily with excitement and anticipation. He unconsciously twitched his tight bubble butt, dimpling the cheeks. The minute he felt the head of Ellis' cock touching his crack, he reached out and grasped the edges of the table.
Ellis bent his head a bit as he lined up his cock with Bernstein's twitching butt ring. He drooled a bit of spittle from between his lips down to his shaft and used one hand to slick himself up. With one powerful thrust he completely impaled his length within the slick convulsing chute. He thrust with so much force that the table shook and Berstein released a gasp, his eyes wide from the uncomfortable intrusion.
Ellis ground his pelvis against Bernstein's flushed cheeks, scraping the sensitive flesh with his trimmed pubes. His cock jerked and spasmed within the clenched rectum
Just when Bernstein was getting accustomed to Ellis' girth, the man with drew a bit and slammed forward again. Ellis bent forward a bit and grasped some tendrils of Bernstein's hair within his fist. "Ready boi?" He growled.
Bernstein attempted to nod but the breath was forced out of him when Ellis threw back and rammed forward. He set a rapid movement piston fucking the younger man. His cock slid forward stretching the thick blood rushed ass lips, disappearing completely with each forward thrust in Bernstein's hot hole. Bernstein could only curl his fingers around the wooden rim of the table and hold on for the ride. He tried to work his ass muscles around the rapid force of cock stuffing him but Ellis was in control. Ellis's large ball smacked against Bernstein's own balls with each thrust. They moved like pendulums together as Ellis' hips roughly smashed against Bernstein's cheeks, sending sharp stings through the younger man's body.
Ellis pulled roughly on the hair in his grasp and Bernstein was forced to lift his head. He was breathing heavily, he could hear the drum beat of his heart pounding within his ears. Ellis thrust harder and faster. Pulling back the ass lips with withdrawal and smugly watching his shaft swallowed up with each forward motion.
"Yeah," Ellis growled pumping roughly in and out of Bernstein's slick chute. "You like this big cock, don't you boi?"
Bernstein gasped and then hissed, "fuck me!"
"Yeah," Ellis sneered, teeth gnashed, "work that ass around this thick man cock!"
The hot friction of shaft flesh against rectum flesh sent waves of fire throughout Bernstein. He threw his head back further. "Shitttttt!"
"Fuckin' tight pussy boi," Ellis slammed harder and faster. The table scraped roughly against the floor. "Gonna breed this boi asssssssssss!"
Bernstein's own cock was rock hard and was drooling pre-cum down to the floor. His balls were churning as they meshed against Ellis'. Bernstein curled his toes and shut his eyes tightly. His breathing was loud and ragged.
Ellis continued to pound Bernstein's hot ass. His broad chest expanded with each deep breath. His nipples were rock hard. His hard glutes dimpled and his thighs grew tenser with each forward stroke. He was getting close.
Bernstein felt every pulse and throb of Ellis' burrowing shaft. He clenched tight around it. He was close, he realized opening his eyes abruptly.
"Work that pussy, bitch," Ellis thrust his jaw forward and his face contorted. The veins in his temple and neck were visibly pulsing. A fine sheen of perspiration glistened on his face. Larger drops rolled from his contorting thick muscular hips and thighs.
Bernstein began panting as his balls twisted abruptly and a spasm rocked his body. "Ugfhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he grunted as the spoog forced through his shaft splattering down upon the wooden floor.
"Shoot it boi," Ellis growled, still gnashing his teeth. He roughly slapped Bernstein's butt cheek with his free hand.
The string elicited a wave that rushed through Bernstein. His cock pumped and pumped, emptying thick ropes of cum. His piss slit was flared to the max as the wave of orgasm traveled through him with such force.
Ellis' thighs tensed and he rocked forward a bit. His balls were on fire. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Ellis growled as his cock head exploded like a volcano expelling wave of thick seed. Roughly grabbing Bernstein around the waist he roughly pulled the young man back ad pulled him with his larger muscular frame as he threw his head back and bent back as his rockets of spoog flooded Bernstein's ravaged hole. Ellis held Bernstein's hips back and ground his cock deeper. The pulsing jerking shaft spurted and spurted. Excessive cum seeped from the raw ring down along Bernstein's but cheeks and thighs.
Bernstein allowed his frame to collapse back against Ellis' hard frame in exhaustion. He clenched his rectum muscles as tightly as possible, trying to suck up as much cum as possible. He breathed in deeply and blinked languidly.
Ellis felt the last waves of seed travel through his burning shaft. He hissed loudly as the last drops were rung roughly by his balls and tingling piss slit. "Ahhhhhhhhh," he expelled a long hot breath as the waves subsided. He smugly smiled pulling ungently from the boi hole with a pop and a slosh. Roughly he twisted Bernstein around in his arms and yanked him none too gently against his larger frame. Savagely kissing Bernstein, he thrust his tongue between Bernstein's lips hungrily. His hands molded Bernstein to him, causing their chests and cocks to rub together. He trailed Bernstein's back down to the slope of his flushed butt cheeks and smeared his cum across the smooth slopes of ass.
to be continued.....