“Whi . . . White Fawn, I would like to try something, but I want your promise never to tell anyone. Do you promise?”
“Of course, mother,” White Fawn said in a disgusted voice. “I would never give away your secrets.”
“Do you mind if I try something new? Something which you may find disgusting?”
“No mom, go ahead,” White Fawn said eagerly. Silver Quail realized that her daughter knew what she intended. Had she done it herself? Silver Quail leaned closer to her daughter’s pussy. The dog suddenly returned to White Fawn’s pussy, but Silver Quail pushed the dog away. Silver Quail sniffed her daughters’ pussy first, then immediately touched it with her tongue.
“Um, yes,” White Fawn whispered.
Silver Quail tasted the mixture of pussy juice and dog saliva. Neither tasted offensive to her. She placed her mouth over her daughter’s small pussy and began licking and sucking. White Fawn heaved up off the bed of furs and clutched her mother’s body. She shivered and panted as her mother’s tongue flashed inside her delicate swollen pussy lips. Silver Quail held her daughter’s slender ass cheeks in her hands. She mashed them as she licked and sucked her daughter’s vagina. Silver Quail felt her mouth fill with pussy juice. It tasted different, but wonderful. The entire experience was very erotic. Why had she waited so long to try it? What would her husband say?
“Oh yes, mother, yes,” White Fawn cried loudly. “Please, suck my pussy,” she groaned.
The dog whined now, being cheated of its entertainment. It tried to nose into White Fawn’s pussy, but Silver Quail pushed it away.
“Oh yes, mother, I’m starting to burn down there. I’m getting ready,” she shouted, withering on the furs. Silver Quail held her daughter’s small legs open and pursued her thrashing pussy. She sucked and licked, then found that White Fawn preferred having her clit tongued. Silver Quail knew about this through experiences with her own finger. She pursued the swollen little bud as White Fawn screamed and groaned. Finally White Fawn found release. She moaned and cried as her pelvis thrashed beneath Silver Quail’s mouth. Silver Quail remained motionless for a moment, letting White Fawn enjoy her orgasm to the fullest. They both knew the exact moment when White Fawn’s orgasm stopped.
Silver Quail sat up and for the first time she noticed the shadows on the side of the tent. There were people standing around outside. She could hear excited voices. This was unusual in an Indian camp. Even though everything was visible in such a small camp, people pretended not to notice. She would speak to them harshly about such rudeness. Silver Quail threw her door skin aside and found herself in the middle of the buffalo scull ceremony. Many smiles and hidden looks were sent her way as she gasped and closed the tent flap. So much for her secret. Who would rush out to tell Tall Elk? It had better be her, she decided.
“Lift the tent in back and go out that way,” Silver Quail whispered. “We may fool some of them.”
White Fawn nodded and disappeared. Silver Quail chided herself for being so clumsy and forgetful. She knew the ceremony had been about to start, she dropped off the willow branches herself. How could she be so foolish?
Silver Quail took off the poultice and dropped it into a basket designed to hold garbage. She went to the far corner of the teepee and rinsed her pussy with the gourd of water. Once again the cold water felt good on her flesh. She heard the dog whining and looked over to see it eyeing her pussy and wagging its tail.
“Just a second,” she said, washing the interior of her pussy thoroughly. She knew the dog would not like the taste of sour milk. She placed the empty gourd on a storage basket and went over to her daughter’s bed. She lay on the bed of furs and pulled up her dress. Even before she was done, the dog began licking her pussy and thighs. She realized guiltily that the dog must be thirsty. It was licking the water from her skin first. It took only a moment for the dog to concentrate on her delicate pussy. Like her daughter, she had a tiny, well formed pussy with little hair. Unlike some women in the tribe, who took turns plucking each other’s pubic hair, Silver Quail’s hair was light in color and sparse, needing no plucking. This had been passed down from her mother’s Norwegian background.
Silver Quail opened her legs wide and let the dog have its way. She had to agree with her daughter, it was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. No wonder the white people liked it so much. As the dog lapped, she felt heat growing from her pussy and spreading into her ass. She mashed her breasts through the material of her buckskin dress. She suddenly wished that she’s had the foresight to remove it prior to her session. She would next time.
“Oh yes,” she whispered, suddenly aware of the people listening outside. The dog was very talented. Its rough tongue seemed to scratch everything that itched. It knew where to lick, of course, it could smell her infection. The dog pushed its nose inside her and began licking deeply. This was unexpected. Silver Quail threw her legs wide to accommodate the dog’s nose and hissed in pain and pleasure. She had never felt anything like this. It was wonderful. The tongue continuously slid inside her, lapping her juices and pulling them from her body. She could feel it well up into her abdomen. As the dog pulled out to breathe, the long tongue began sliding through her swollen pussy lips. It was very fast and slightly noisy. She wished the dog would be more quiet. Only a thin layer of buffalo skin separated her from the entire village standing nearby. Maybe she should have waited. No, she wanted to be ready for Tall Elk’s return.
The quiet sloop, sloop, sloop, of the dog’s tongue was rhythmic. It might have lulled her to sleep, if it had not been accompanied by the burning fire spreading in her loins. She grunted and hunched her pussy against the dog’s tongue. It continued lapping eagerly, unaware of its effect on the beautiful Indian woman. A simple black and white dog, a mut, was doing what most of the men in the tribe fantasized about doing. Tall Elk was no prude, but he liked keeping his wife and her affections to himself. This was thought to be unusual to some, but they both liked it this way. A dog, of course, had never been mentioned.
“Oh yes, yes,” Silver Quail hissed. She found her pussy humping against the dog’s tongue with a mind of its own. She grunted mindlessly as she felt the first tendrils of a major orgasm. Going a week without sex, then being stimulated by perverted thoughts and actions, were taking their toll on her body. She whimpered as her time grew nearer. She bit her lip as her eyes bulged and her face turned red. Holding the dog’s head in place, she emitted a high-pitched squeal of delight. She cried and grunted, trying to keep quiet. But the pleasure was just too much to take. She mashed her face into the furs and moaned, while her pussy exploded time after time. As the orgasm began diminishing, she tried to push the dog away, but it was persistent. She closed her legs with a slap, but the dog slid beneath her bent legs and continued lapping. Silver Quail pushed the dog away again, with a giggle, and pulled a white fox fur over her naked flesh. The dog whined slightly, then lay on the floor, and began licking its own pussy.
“Achee,” Silver Quail gasped, still feeling the effects of her orgasm. She had to agree with her daughter, that was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. She stood on shaky legs and looked at the silhouettes on the wall. They were gone. She took the empty gourd and a water skin and pushed the tent flap aside. Nobody seemed to notice as she made her way to the river on shaky legs. She filled the skin and gourd, briefly wondering if there was time for a bath. She decided against it. The sun was almost overhead. She needed to collect food for the evening meal. She watered the dog, then picked up a hatchet and a basket. It was time to prepare for her husband’s return.
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