They had gone about a mile, halfway to her home when Running Wolf reached down with one hand and touched her leg, which was pressed up against his hips. Her dress was pulled back from the wind, and he touched her on bare skin. His hand remained. It was just a light touch, but it was contact between them. Was he sending her a signal?
Running Wolf had been to her cabin more than once, never entering but Becky had always been aware of the way he looked at her when they visited. He didn't quite smile at her, but his eyes had said a lot. She had never taken offense, and of course had never mentioned it to Jeb.
Did he desire her? Should she? Slowly, seemingly unintentional and by accident, she allowed her hands to slowly slide down his belly and onto his loincloth.
Running Wolf was erect! There was no mistaking it. Becky resisted the urge to wrap her fingers around him, but allowed her opened palm to rest over the bulge. She was touching, but not pressing. She could not determine his length, and only partially so his thickness. After another minute, when Becky had not explored further, he 'aided' her by pressing her palm firmer against his bulge. It was then that Becky wrapped her fingers around him, as much as the loincloth allowed.
They were approaching that tree trunk, and as they rode past, Becky could just make out
the money pouch, lying on the grass on the other side of the trunk. It would have to wait now for Becky, along with Jeb, to come and get it. There was no worry now about Billy coming back and making trouble looking for it.
He only had to ride another hundred yards and they came to a brook. Because there was water, there was grass, thick, green and soft. And there were trees also for shade. Running Wolf brought the horse to a stop, and before he had a chance to say anything, Becky had raised a leg and slid off.
They stood three feet apart and looked at one another. Becky had one thing she needed to do. She placed a finger over her lips to indicate 'silence,' then looked towards her home, and still holding her finger over her lips, back in the direction from which they had come.
Running Wolf knew what she meant; he was never to say anything to anyone. Nodding to assure Becky, he approached and took her into his arms. If he had any fear that he might not 'measure up' compared to what had been revealed on Billy, he was not showing it.
Oh good, Indians know about kissing. Running Wolf was a good kisser, and that surprised her. Running Wolf kissed like her husband but did it stronger, like Billy had done. Whatever, it was a good combination, and Becky found herself responding as Running Wolf grasped her buttocks and pulled her against him.
Again, like with Billy, Becky found herself being handled almost roughly and not timidly like Jeb would do. Gentle is always nice, but sometimes rougher is exciting, she had learned. She liked it like this, and stared up into Running Wolf's eyes almost like she was challenging him.
He pulled her dress off, snatching it over Becky's head in one quick movement and aided by the fact that she raised her arms at exactly the right time. There was no need for Becky to feel embarrassed. After all, he had already seen her being fucked and then wide open and exposed as she lay on the ground almost at his feet.
He removed his loincloth as her panties came down. Becky barely had time to catch a flash of brown-skinned half-erect penis before they were together on the grass. Running Wolf kissed her again, and she explored with her hand. Now he was up, all the way up, and it felt nice. Boldly, not caring that Running Wolf would know where she was looking, she studied his penis as she watched his foreskin cover and uncover the head, which was gleaming with his pre-fluid. He isn't as large as Billy, but he's still somewhat larger than Jeb.
Running Wolf knows that he is being compared. There is no doubt by the way she is looking at and fondling my man stick. If she doesn't think I have enough, it doesn't matter. For now, this woman is mine!
They didn't have much time. Jeb was waiting, and he might wonder at some point why it had taken so long for her to return if she had a ride. Still, she needed to allow Running Wolf enough time to know her a little better. Running Wolf squeezed her breasts, going from one to the other. In response, Becky stroked him. She did it slowly and carefully, hoping that he might last long enough for her when he got to put it in. Becky allowed Running Wolf to kiss her for a minute longer and then she pulled him over her.
Knowing what he might be thinking, Becky made sure to let out a loud moan as he slid in so that he knew that he felt good to her. He went in fairly easily, thanks to her previous encounter and the fact that Running Wolf was turning her on as well. Still, some of that tightness remained as her walls gripped him. She felt relieved; maybe Billy hadn't stretched her too far out after all.
Becky wasn't to be disappointed. Running Wolf knew how to move and would last just long enough for her to reach that magic moment that Billy had already shown her. Running Wolf had seen her digging her fingers into Billy's ass and also heard her groaning loudly. She knew that she did not dare 'mark' Running Wolf, for the tribe would see and know. Still, as Becky held him tight with the palms of her hands, she was making sure that she was being loud enough to show her appreciation, Becky's fingers gripped his ass as she felt the strong flexing of muscles that Billy had lacked.
No need to fake or exaggerate her groans. Running Wolf seemed to have natural talent in the mating arena. Becky was groaning loudly. Before today, and her adventures, she had always been kind of quiet. No longer would she be quiet. Becky had been awakened with adventures and orgasms, and from now on sex would continue to play a major rather than minor role in her life.
For the most part Running Wolf ran his penis straight in and out, but for a while, maybe a minute, he twisted his penis sideways, taking her vagina along for the ride. Any way he did it felt good to her.
Although Becky was making lots of sex noise, she was kind of afraid to actually talk to him since he might not understand, but finally she moaned out."Ooooh Running Wolf" followed by a loud "Now," and then another "Oooh."
Being just 18, Running Wolf had never had a woman from his own tribe. There was a code of marriage, and fidelity to be observed within the tribe, but the forcible taking of women from enemy tribes was encouraged. In recent months, the forcible taking of white women belonging to white men they did not like or with whom they had fought battles with was also being encouraged, but so far his tribe was doing that far from home. As of yet, Running Wolf had not participated in a raid on a white settlement, but he had been looking forward to it.
Once Running Wolf had participated in the rape by four braves of a captured woman from an opposing tribe. When they had left her, she had been walking waist deep into a stream to bathe. Though they used force at first and she tried to fight off brave number one, and to a lesser degree brave number two, it seemed to Running Wolf as he watched that she might be enjoying herself somewhat by the time he crawled between her legs, third in line. She might have reached orgasm with Brave number two and was now very ready for the next brave to follow. Her cries of resistance began sounding more like cries of pleasure.
At the end, she held onto Running Wolf and the brave following, not releasing them as soon as they climaxed. The braves watching were pretty sure that if not with number two that she had climaxed with number three and four. She had been an older woman, maybe in her thirties and a widow perhaps. Maybe she had long been waiting for a man to please her.
As the four braves had rode away, the woman had waved at Running Wolf as he had looked back at her. That had been his first sexual experience. Though she had been on the heavy side but not fat, that woman had looked pretty nice, though her large breasts had drooped quite a bit.
Body wise there was no comparison with his next woman. His second sexual experience was with Becky, and she was to change the way he looked at white woman. Not all of them, perhaps, were to be treated as booty.
Pumping back and forth into Becky and doing everything he could to ensure she was enjoying it, Running Wolf was thoroughly enjoying having the wife of a white man. This was a white woman he had often admired and lusted for. Even by Indian standards she is a beauty. Holding back somewhat, Running Wolf timed it almost perfectly. Either by design or by accident, he was able to reach the fabled simultaneous orgasm with Becky. His penis felt even larger just before he erupted.
Becky had started just seconds before him, and she was able to feel Running Wolf's orgasm, even in the middle of her own. He was somewhat quiet as he came, probably because it was not considered manly among Indians to show emotion. Still, she could tell that he was extremely aroused and excited as his penis pulsed powerfully inside her. Yes, she could feel him pulsing, really pulsing. Becky counted back in her head and ran forward. There had been two, three, four, and still more. With those six, and the two or three pulses she had felt before she had begun her count, he must have throbbed maybe ten times.
Today, with two men added to her experience, Becky was very aware of how it felt when men reached an orgasm. Also, she had learned what it was like to be given orgasms by not just one man, but two.
Later tonight, Becky would walk out to the outhouse and allow her husband to sit beside her for the first time as they both did their 'business.' Jeb had often asked for that privilege, and now she would agree. After all, after everything he had seen her doing today, and in such close up detail, what difference did a little trip to the outhouse make?
Then they would sit in the living room and talk. Later, after much discussion and agreeing to wait to make sure Billy had not impregnated her, she would lay in her husband's arms. They would be hugging but not having sex. Of course, there was the fact that Running Wolf had also deposited much baby maker into her, but Becky was pretty sure this was her 'safe time.'
As Jeb fell asleep, Becky would lie awake a little longer. She would be recalling today's events, and also be wondering how it would have felt if she had allowed Mr. Jones to put himself into her when they had been skinny-dipping. So long ago it seemed now.
But for now, Becky was feeling the afterglow of having been satisfied by still another man. Running Wolf moved to get off, and Becky held him down with her arms. Not that quick, that would seem cheap somehow. Wanting to establish some closeness and having it last a little longer, she held him, and he understood. Looking down into her eyes, he kissed her one last time, a long and tender kiss. When Running Wolf raised his head, she looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. They had shared something and Becky wanted this to be a special memory for both. He smiled back, she moved her head up and gave him a quick peck on the lips, and all was well.
Becky hated the fact that he had to remove himself from her body. Immediately she felt empty as he pulled out and stood up. Before he was able to move away, she took his dangling but still mostly erect penis into her mouth and sucked off the juices, cleaning him. Inside, she was hoping that he understood that she was being 'nice' and not acting slutty. He seemed surprised at first, then caressed her head with one hand. She pulled back and took a peek.
Running Wolf had some juice left that she had missed. He tugged downwards on his penis, milking himself out to the end. A large blob of semen appeared, and without hesitation, Becky opened wide and sucked it into her mouth. He smiled down at her as she swallowed, getting a full taste of cum for the second time in one day. He seemed clean now, and as she stood up, he gathered up his loincloth and began wrapping it around his body.
After taking Running Wolf inside herself so quickly after Billy, and then placing her mouth over his penis, Becky hoped that Running Wolf did not think she was a slut, or whatever term Indians used. He understood what she had to do and why, and waited while she kneeled in the water and splashed herself. It wouldn't look very good if she were to come home and have fresh juice dripping out of her.
Becky blushed when she realized that Running Wolf was watching. Maybe this was the way Indians lived since they were out in the open all the time. Still, she needed to be clean, and he watched closely as she used her hand to throw water upward onto her vagina. Her eyes met his, and they both smiled.
On impulse perhaps, or because he realized that it might be nice if he also was clean, Running Wolf unwrapped his loincloth and joined Becky in the stream. The water was only knee deep at this point, so he needed to splash water onto himself as Becky had done.
Becky had paused to watch, and he smiled at her as he washed himself. Reassured, Becky did not mind his watching as she dipped her fingers into the water once again and then used them to wash between her lips. There would be more juice later, but this would have to suffice for now. Besides that, now she could see his penis in its normal, natural state of not being erect, just like she had done with Billy in the outhouse.
Running Wolf's penis when soft looked to be only four to five inches long. Soft, that was shorter than Billy and about the same length as her husband was. But erect he was about the same length in her memory as Mr. Jones had been. Then she realized, those adventures too had been in and next to a stream. For some reason, even now, Mr. Jones was coming into her memory.
They both needed a few moments to dry off. Desiring closeness and reassurance, Becky came into his arms one last time, and Running Wolf held her for several seconds before kissing her. Becky was very thankful for that last kiss. She knew now that she had meant more to him than just a fuck in the forest.
It was difficult for both of them as they ignored his now erect penis, for time was growing short.
Mounted once more, Becky held onto Running Wolf with her face pressed against his shoulders. Her hand caressed him on the stomach as they rode. She avoided touching Running Wolf's groin in hopes that he would go down. The cabin was in sight and Becky would soon be home with the man she still loved waiting inside.
That very same day Jeb and Becky would ride out together on one horse and retrieve that money pouch, and upon opening it discover two twenty dollar gold pieces, a ten dollar gold, and three silver dollars. Enough to more than pay for the seed they would need later to plant, and with money left over.
On the way back, Becky would suggest a stop, and together they would bathe in the same water where Becky had earlier washed out her vagina. Without being asked, Becky would kneel before the man she loved and for the second time in the same day suck his penis all the way to orgasm. This was to be the first of many changes in their sex life.
Two days later Bear Claw and Running Wolf would ride up to their cabin, and on the end of a rope would be the horse that formally belonged to Billy, along with the saddle. "We give you this horse in thanks. For if you had not delayed the gunrunner who spoke with a forked tongue, he might have gotten away. This is a white-man's horse, broke to the saddle, and it is best that you should have him."
Bear Claw and his son had been invited to join them in a meal, and Becky had felt her panties getting wet just from having Running Wolf so close and being able to do no more than just look him in the eyes. She knew that sometime in the future, they would get together. Running Wolf might come near the farm and catch her at the house while Jeb was in the fields plowing. While Jeb was plowing, Running Wolf could be plowing too.
Becky had been raped, and her husband had been forced to watch. But they had been paid well for her troubles, with money and a fine horse, which they needed since they had only had one horse previously. That other horse until now they had used to pull their wagon. Now Jeb and Becky could ride side-by-side on two horses when they desired.
A week later Becky would have her period, and the sex between she and Jeb would begin all over again, better than ever.
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Running Wolf had been to her cabin more than once, never entering but Becky had always been aware of the way he looked at her when they visited. He didn't quite smile at her, but his eyes had said a lot. She had never taken offense, and of course had never mentioned it to Jeb.
Did he desire her? Should she? Slowly, seemingly unintentional and by accident, she allowed her hands to slowly slide down his belly and onto his loincloth.
Running Wolf was erect! There was no mistaking it. Becky resisted the urge to wrap her fingers around him, but allowed her opened palm to rest over the bulge. She was touching, but not pressing. She could not determine his length, and only partially so his thickness. After another minute, when Becky had not explored further, he 'aided' her by pressing her palm firmer against his bulge. It was then that Becky wrapped her fingers around him, as much as the loincloth allowed.
They were approaching that tree trunk, and as they rode past, Becky could just make out
the money pouch, lying on the grass on the other side of the trunk. It would have to wait now for Becky, along with Jeb, to come and get it. There was no worry now about Billy coming back and making trouble looking for it.
He only had to ride another hundred yards and they came to a brook. Because there was water, there was grass, thick, green and soft. And there were trees also for shade. Running Wolf brought the horse to a stop, and before he had a chance to say anything, Becky had raised a leg and slid off.
They stood three feet apart and looked at one another. Becky had one thing she needed to do. She placed a finger over her lips to indicate 'silence,' then looked towards her home, and still holding her finger over her lips, back in the direction from which they had come.
Running Wolf knew what she meant; he was never to say anything to anyone. Nodding to assure Becky, he approached and took her into his arms. If he had any fear that he might not 'measure up' compared to what had been revealed on Billy, he was not showing it.
Oh good, Indians know about kissing. Running Wolf was a good kisser, and that surprised her. Running Wolf kissed like her husband but did it stronger, like Billy had done. Whatever, it was a good combination, and Becky found herself responding as Running Wolf grasped her buttocks and pulled her against him.
Again, like with Billy, Becky found herself being handled almost roughly and not timidly like Jeb would do. Gentle is always nice, but sometimes rougher is exciting, she had learned. She liked it like this, and stared up into Running Wolf's eyes almost like she was challenging him.
He pulled her dress off, snatching it over Becky's head in one quick movement and aided by the fact that she raised her arms at exactly the right time. There was no need for Becky to feel embarrassed. After all, he had already seen her being fucked and then wide open and exposed as she lay on the ground almost at his feet.
He removed his loincloth as her panties came down. Becky barely had time to catch a flash of brown-skinned half-erect penis before they were together on the grass. Running Wolf kissed her again, and she explored with her hand. Now he was up, all the way up, and it felt nice. Boldly, not caring that Running Wolf would know where she was looking, she studied his penis as she watched his foreskin cover and uncover the head, which was gleaming with his pre-fluid. He isn't as large as Billy, but he's still somewhat larger than Jeb.
Running Wolf knows that he is being compared. There is no doubt by the way she is looking at and fondling my man stick. If she doesn't think I have enough, it doesn't matter. For now, this woman is mine!
They didn't have much time. Jeb was waiting, and he might wonder at some point why it had taken so long for her to return if she had a ride. Still, she needed to allow Running Wolf enough time to know her a little better. Running Wolf squeezed her breasts, going from one to the other. In response, Becky stroked him. She did it slowly and carefully, hoping that he might last long enough for her when he got to put it in. Becky allowed Running Wolf to kiss her for a minute longer and then she pulled him over her.
Knowing what he might be thinking, Becky made sure to let out a loud moan as he slid in so that he knew that he felt good to her. He went in fairly easily, thanks to her previous encounter and the fact that Running Wolf was turning her on as well. Still, some of that tightness remained as her walls gripped him. She felt relieved; maybe Billy hadn't stretched her too far out after all.
Becky wasn't to be disappointed. Running Wolf knew how to move and would last just long enough for her to reach that magic moment that Billy had already shown her. Running Wolf had seen her digging her fingers into Billy's ass and also heard her groaning loudly. She knew that she did not dare 'mark' Running Wolf, for the tribe would see and know. Still, as Becky held him tight with the palms of her hands, she was making sure that she was being loud enough to show her appreciation, Becky's fingers gripped his ass as she felt the strong flexing of muscles that Billy had lacked.
No need to fake or exaggerate her groans. Running Wolf seemed to have natural talent in the mating arena. Becky was groaning loudly. Before today, and her adventures, she had always been kind of quiet. No longer would she be quiet. Becky had been awakened with adventures and orgasms, and from now on sex would continue to play a major rather than minor role in her life.
For the most part Running Wolf ran his penis straight in and out, but for a while, maybe a minute, he twisted his penis sideways, taking her vagina along for the ride. Any way he did it felt good to her.
Although Becky was making lots of sex noise, she was kind of afraid to actually talk to him since he might not understand, but finally she moaned out."Ooooh Running Wolf" followed by a loud "Now," and then another "Oooh."
Being just 18, Running Wolf had never had a woman from his own tribe. There was a code of marriage, and fidelity to be observed within the tribe, but the forcible taking of women from enemy tribes was encouraged. In recent months, the forcible taking of white women belonging to white men they did not like or with whom they had fought battles with was also being encouraged, but so far his tribe was doing that far from home. As of yet, Running Wolf had not participated in a raid on a white settlement, but he had been looking forward to it.
Once Running Wolf had participated in the rape by four braves of a captured woman from an opposing tribe. When they had left her, she had been walking waist deep into a stream to bathe. Though they used force at first and she tried to fight off brave number one, and to a lesser degree brave number two, it seemed to Running Wolf as he watched that she might be enjoying herself somewhat by the time he crawled between her legs, third in line. She might have reached orgasm with Brave number two and was now very ready for the next brave to follow. Her cries of resistance began sounding more like cries of pleasure.
At the end, she held onto Running Wolf and the brave following, not releasing them as soon as they climaxed. The braves watching were pretty sure that if not with number two that she had climaxed with number three and four. She had been an older woman, maybe in her thirties and a widow perhaps. Maybe she had long been waiting for a man to please her.
As the four braves had rode away, the woman had waved at Running Wolf as he had looked back at her. That had been his first sexual experience. Though she had been on the heavy side but not fat, that woman had looked pretty nice, though her large breasts had drooped quite a bit.
Body wise there was no comparison with his next woman. His second sexual experience was with Becky, and she was to change the way he looked at white woman. Not all of them, perhaps, were to be treated as booty.
Pumping back and forth into Becky and doing everything he could to ensure she was enjoying it, Running Wolf was thoroughly enjoying having the wife of a white man. This was a white woman he had often admired and lusted for. Even by Indian standards she is a beauty. Holding back somewhat, Running Wolf timed it almost perfectly. Either by design or by accident, he was able to reach the fabled simultaneous orgasm with Becky. His penis felt even larger just before he erupted.
Becky had started just seconds before him, and she was able to feel Running Wolf's orgasm, even in the middle of her own. He was somewhat quiet as he came, probably because it was not considered manly among Indians to show emotion. Still, she could tell that he was extremely aroused and excited as his penis pulsed powerfully inside her. Yes, she could feel him pulsing, really pulsing. Becky counted back in her head and ran forward. There had been two, three, four, and still more. With those six, and the two or three pulses she had felt before she had begun her count, he must have throbbed maybe ten times.
Today, with two men added to her experience, Becky was very aware of how it felt when men reached an orgasm. Also, she had learned what it was like to be given orgasms by not just one man, but two.
Later tonight, Becky would walk out to the outhouse and allow her husband to sit beside her for the first time as they both did their 'business.' Jeb had often asked for that privilege, and now she would agree. After all, after everything he had seen her doing today, and in such close up detail, what difference did a little trip to the outhouse make?
Then they would sit in the living room and talk. Later, after much discussion and agreeing to wait to make sure Billy had not impregnated her, she would lay in her husband's arms. They would be hugging but not having sex. Of course, there was the fact that Running Wolf had also deposited much baby maker into her, but Becky was pretty sure this was her 'safe time.'
As Jeb fell asleep, Becky would lie awake a little longer. She would be recalling today's events, and also be wondering how it would have felt if she had allowed Mr. Jones to put himself into her when they had been skinny-dipping. So long ago it seemed now.
But for now, Becky was feeling the afterglow of having been satisfied by still another man. Running Wolf moved to get off, and Becky held him down with her arms. Not that quick, that would seem cheap somehow. Wanting to establish some closeness and having it last a little longer, she held him, and he understood. Looking down into her eyes, he kissed her one last time, a long and tender kiss. When Running Wolf raised his head, she looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. They had shared something and Becky wanted this to be a special memory for both. He smiled back, she moved her head up and gave him a quick peck on the lips, and all was well.
Becky hated the fact that he had to remove himself from her body. Immediately she felt empty as he pulled out and stood up. Before he was able to move away, she took his dangling but still mostly erect penis into her mouth and sucked off the juices, cleaning him. Inside, she was hoping that he understood that she was being 'nice' and not acting slutty. He seemed surprised at first, then caressed her head with one hand. She pulled back and took a peek.
Running Wolf had some juice left that she had missed. He tugged downwards on his penis, milking himself out to the end. A large blob of semen appeared, and without hesitation, Becky opened wide and sucked it into her mouth. He smiled down at her as she swallowed, getting a full taste of cum for the second time in one day. He seemed clean now, and as she stood up, he gathered up his loincloth and began wrapping it around his body.
After taking Running Wolf inside herself so quickly after Billy, and then placing her mouth over his penis, Becky hoped that Running Wolf did not think she was a slut, or whatever term Indians used. He understood what she had to do and why, and waited while she kneeled in the water and splashed herself. It wouldn't look very good if she were to come home and have fresh juice dripping out of her.
Becky blushed when she realized that Running Wolf was watching. Maybe this was the way Indians lived since they were out in the open all the time. Still, she needed to be clean, and he watched closely as she used her hand to throw water upward onto her vagina. Her eyes met his, and they both smiled.
On impulse perhaps, or because he realized that it might be nice if he also was clean, Running Wolf unwrapped his loincloth and joined Becky in the stream. The water was only knee deep at this point, so he needed to splash water onto himself as Becky had done.
Becky had paused to watch, and he smiled at her as he washed himself. Reassured, Becky did not mind his watching as she dipped her fingers into the water once again and then used them to wash between her lips. There would be more juice later, but this would have to suffice for now. Besides that, now she could see his penis in its normal, natural state of not being erect, just like she had done with Billy in the outhouse.
Running Wolf's penis when soft looked to be only four to five inches long. Soft, that was shorter than Billy and about the same length as her husband was. But erect he was about the same length in her memory as Mr. Jones had been. Then she realized, those adventures too had been in and next to a stream. For some reason, even now, Mr. Jones was coming into her memory.
They both needed a few moments to dry off. Desiring closeness and reassurance, Becky came into his arms one last time, and Running Wolf held her for several seconds before kissing her. Becky was very thankful for that last kiss. She knew now that she had meant more to him than just a fuck in the forest.
It was difficult for both of them as they ignored his now erect penis, for time was growing short.
Mounted once more, Becky held onto Running Wolf with her face pressed against his shoulders. Her hand caressed him on the stomach as they rode. She avoided touching Running Wolf's groin in hopes that he would go down. The cabin was in sight and Becky would soon be home with the man she still loved waiting inside.
That very same day Jeb and Becky would ride out together on one horse and retrieve that money pouch, and upon opening it discover two twenty dollar gold pieces, a ten dollar gold, and three silver dollars. Enough to more than pay for the seed they would need later to plant, and with money left over.
On the way back, Becky would suggest a stop, and together they would bathe in the same water where Becky had earlier washed out her vagina. Without being asked, Becky would kneel before the man she loved and for the second time in the same day suck his penis all the way to orgasm. This was to be the first of many changes in their sex life.
Two days later Bear Claw and Running Wolf would ride up to their cabin, and on the end of a rope would be the horse that formally belonged to Billy, along with the saddle. "We give you this horse in thanks. For if you had not delayed the gunrunner who spoke with a forked tongue, he might have gotten away. This is a white-man's horse, broke to the saddle, and it is best that you should have him."
Bear Claw and his son had been invited to join them in a meal, and Becky had felt her panties getting wet just from having Running Wolf so close and being able to do no more than just look him in the eyes. She knew that sometime in the future, they would get together. Running Wolf might come near the farm and catch her at the house while Jeb was in the fields plowing. While Jeb was plowing, Running Wolf could be plowing too.
Becky had been raped, and her husband had been forced to watch. But they had been paid well for her troubles, with money and a fine horse, which they needed since they had only had one horse previously. That other horse until now they had used to pull their wagon. Now Jeb and Becky could ride side-by-side on two horses when they desired.
A week later Becky would have her period, and the sex between she and Jeb would begin all over again, better than ever.
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