“Are you sure?” Silver Quail asked in excitement.
“Do you doubt the most powerful medicine man on Earth?” he raised his voice, then smiled.
“No,” she giggled as she hurried out.
In good spirits, she waved at everyone on the way to Winter Maiden’s teepee. She scratched on the door and her own daughter threw the flap open.
“There you are, little beauty,” Silver Quail ruffled her hair and kissed the top of her head. White Fawn stood on tiptoes and kissed her mother on the lips. “Come in,” White Fawn stepped aside.
“I’m making bread,” Winter Maiden said as she ground corn in a rock mortar and pestle. She would soon mix it with the white man’s soda, ground grass seeds, walnut flour, and maple sugar for her own unique brand of sweet bread.
“I will start the oven for you. My own breakfast is cooking, if anyone is hungry,” she looked at White Fawn, who shook her head.
“We ate,” Winter Maiden smiled as she worked. “Did you need something?”
“I sure do. I talked to Ravenous Wolf about a slight medical problem. He said I need to borrow your black and white bitch, and a cup of milk for a poultice.”
“I have all the milk you need. Stricken Oak is eating solid food now. You have to get it yourself, I don’t want to stop grinding,” she said, pushing the top of her dress down to her waist. A very lavish set of breasts bounced on her chest. Silver Quail felt the first tendrils of excitement. Her previous thoughts of lesbianism filled her head as she approached the older woman vigorously.
“Can I do it mama?” White Fawn asked eagerly.
“If Winter Maiden was old and ugly, I might let you. But this is my job,” Silver Quail laughed.
“If she was old and ugly I wouldn’t volunteer,” White Fawn said saucily.
“Oh, ho, did you hear that?” Winter Maiden crowed.
“I might have to cut another switch,” Silver Quail said, grabbing a small pottery bowl. She sat beside Winter Maiden, who turned slightly while continuing to grind. Silver Quail crossed her legs and sat the bowl on her dress in her lap. She put one hand on Winter Maiden’s left shoulder and leaned down until her lips captured Winter Maiden’s nipple. Winter Maiden inhaled sharply as Silver Quail’s hot lips made contact. She paused in the act of grinding, while Silver Quail sucked diligently. It took several minutes before the first few drops of milk began flowing. She drank them steadily until a solid stream filled her mouth. She stopped and spit the milk into the cup, then returned to Winter Maiden’s ample breast for more. She was highly aware of the hot skin pressing against her face, and the subtle smells of wood smoke, sweat, and Winter Maiden’s natural aroma. As she sucked and filled her mouth with the sweet milk, she noticed that Winter Maiden had stopped grinding. She also noticed that her breath was coming faster.
“That looks like fun,” White Fawn said, moving from foot to foot impatiently.
“Come,” Winter Maiden said, slapping right leg. White Fawn hurried forward and sat opposite from her mother. Winter Maiden pulled her down to her breast and whined in excitement as White Fawn joined her nursing mother.
“Oh, this is heaven,” Winter Maiden gasped.
White Fawn smacked her lips and smiled at her mother. “I like it. Do you mom?”
“Um, yes,” Silver Quail said. “People should drink milk all the time.”
“Don’t forget to put some into the bowl,” Winter Maiden reminded her. “I don’t have as much milk as I once did.”
“How does it feel, Aunty?” White Fawn asked eagerly.
“Heavenly. It feels like I’ve died and gone to the happy hunting ground. In fact, I hope you ladies don’t mind, but I have to do something about this. Sit back for a moment,” she said, pushing each girl back. She dusted off the heel of her right foot, crossed her legs, and pulled her heel into her crotch until it rested against her pussy. She gasped as she made contact. She began riding up and down against her heel, as she pulled both girls back to her chest.
Silver Quail nursed silently, while watching Winter Maiden’s face. It was very expressive. At times it twisted into a horrible mask of passion, at others her face turned beautiful and angelic. One thing was for sure, Silver Quail was very horny. She couldn’t wait for Tall Elk to return. If White Fawn had not been there, Silver Quail might have had her first lesbian experience. But whatever happened in front of White Fawn, always got back to her father. It would be best to wait and see how Tall Elk felt about a lesbian relationship.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Winter Maiden gasped, shuddering as she grabbed both knees and shook dramatically. Her face turned red and she panted like a dog for several movements, until she finally relaxed and sat back. She gently pushed both girls away with an apologetic smile.
“That’s enough for now,” she gasped.
“I’m sure this is enough milk,” Silver Quail smiled.
“Come back any time,” Winter Maiden smiled. “Any time.”
“You horny old woman,” Silver Quail smiled. “Oh, where is your dog?”
“Out by the oven. I had to tie her up. She started chasing the horses and Runs Like A Deer was furious.”
“I will keep her chained up,” Silver Quail promised. “Now I need to find mullen.”
“I saw some, mother. I will get it for you,” White Fawn leaped to her feet and flew out the door.
“I need to check my breakfast,” Silver Quail waved. She took a burning branch from Winter Maiden’s fire and started the wood burning in the oven. She then grabbed the dog and returned to her teepee. Her breakfast was boiling. Stew was always best on the second day. In fact some families simply continued adding ingredients as they found them, adding to stew which was a year or more old. Silver Quail preferred to clean the pot and start over every couple of days. The Paradise Valley area was full of food. Her stew was composed of rabbits, squaw cabbage, clover blossoms, green crab apples, squash, cattail roots, and wild onions. She hoped to add fern heads if she visited the forest today. Mushrooms were always a nice addition. The tree mushrooms grew all year around, as did the puff balls. She had an entire basket of dried tree mushrooms. She had many baskets of food collected for the upcoming winter. She would resupply her nuts and berries as they became ripe. Acorns should be ready soon.
“Here mom,” White Fawn danced into the teepee. The bitch cowered at the end of her leash, afraid of her new surroundings. White Fawn bent and petted her.
Silver Quail cut up several green crab apples and added them to the milk. It turned sour in seconds. She pulled out the apples and set the milk where the dog couldn’t reach it. Silver Quail ate quickly, then rinsed the pot with water from a gourd. She sloshed more water inside and began pulling leaves off the mullen. She set it in the coals of the fire and waited. When the brew was ready, she poured the leaves onto a clean hide, letting them cool. She wrung the water from the leaves and dropped them into the sour milk. She poured the mixture into her hand and cupped her hand over her pussy. She imagined that her pussy felt better immediately. She took the skin garment used to hold moss during her period, and pulled it on. She stood experimentally, seeing if any dripped down her leg. It didn’t.
“That’s horrible,” White Fawn grimaced.
“It is. Have you been drinking your tea? You can’t get pregnant now, it’s too early.”
“I have, mother. I have plenty of medicine left too. Mother, what’s the dog for?”
“She is for licking. She needs to lick my pussy to heal it quickly, before your father returns.”
“Will it hurt?”
“I don’t know.”
“Will she do it?” White Fawn was curious.
“I don’t know that either. Most bitches love to lick pussy. Try her,” Silver Quail nodded toward the dog. “She knows you.”
White Fawn walked up to the dog, lifted her dress and exposed her pussy to the dog. The dog wagged its tail, then notice the naked pussy. She sniffed and stepped closer. She sniffed again, then slid her tongue out and began licking White Fawn diligently.
“Oh mother, this feels great,” White Fawn said enthusiastically.
“Does it? Maybe we should get a dog.”
“Yes, get one mother. Achee, this is wonderful,” White Fawn said, sitting on the storage basket and spreading her legs wider. Once again Silver Quail grew horny, watching her daughter enjoy the ministrations of the dog. It’s funny that she never considered a dog as a form of enjoyment. Mostly they kept the camp clean of garbage and performed guard duty. She knew of nobody who kept one for entertainment. Maybe Sprinting Colt should add a dog to his stable. He could please the entire camp.
Silver Quail moved over to White Fawn’s bed where she could enjoy the view. White Fawn had a very lovely pussy. It was tiny and delicate like Silver Quail’s. It had little hair, and was nestled between perfect, creamy thighs.
Silver Quail watched the dog drag its tongue between the delicate lips of her daughter’s pussy. White Fawn’s face was twisted with pleasure. She was oblivious to anything but the dog’s actions. The dog was wagging its stub tail eagerly as it licked. It’s long tongue flashed through White Fawn’s treasure, collecting the glistening juices which grew there.
“My breasts are itching,” White Fawn said in a quiet voice.
“Here, come to your bed,” Silver Quail patted the furs beside her own body. White Fawn pushed the dog away and slid down to her bed. Silver Quail helped her pull her dress over her skinny body. A nice set of breasts appeared. As White Fawn reclined on the bed, Silver Quail eagerly leaned forward and began sucking on White Fawn’s tit. The nipple hardened immediately in her mouth. Both White Fawn and her mother had small delicate nipples, not the dark areolas and large nipples common to their Indian heritage. As Ravenous Wolf was famous for saying, anything different is good. Both mother and daughter liked being unique.
“Oh mother,” White Fawn whispered harshly. “This is wonderful. You have to try it,” she said, then snorted as the dog slid his tongue up inside her. The dog stopped for a moment and licked its lips, looking at Silver Quail and wagging its tail. An idea occurred to Silver Quail, a revolting, disgusting, exciting idea. Her eyes went to the delicate little pussy near her own face. She watched White Fawn snake her tiny hand between her legs, to supplement the dog’s actions. Silver Quail’s breath came faster as she stared at that little pussy, horrified at what was in her heart.
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