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(MF, rom, exh, 1st, oral, bd) *** Mohan watched Little Flower from behind as she walk on her dark, tanned, sleek, firm, thighs and calves, slowly through the meadow. Her short statue of five feet had a small, tight, sexy butt that swayed with every step she took. Her short, buffalo skin skirt swayed up behind her thighs as she walked slowly ahead of him. Occasionally a brisk wind would flip her skirt higher so he could see her butt covered in white panties. Little did the panties cover though, her butt as nearly all exposed to the wild breeze. But the thought of Little Flower's ass drove him insane. To where he had to find a quiet place several times a day and help himself with some relief. Mahon watched her every day for the past few years. Growing from a small girl to a beautiful young woman with long braided black hair nearly to her small waist. Little Flower touched the white and yellow wild flowers with her fingertips in one hand while walking through the meadow. She carried a small brown weaved basket filled with blue berries on her other elbow. Little Flower was lost in her thoughts. Singing softly an old Indian song. Little did she know Mahon was galloping up quickly behind her on his mustang pony named Spirit. Suddenly, Little Flower heard the thunder of mustang hoofs galloping on the ground. But before she could turn and look, Mahon was quickly upon her and he reached out and grabbed Little Flower by her small waist. With one arm, he gently but swiftly swung Little Flower with ease off her feet and sat her behind his strong back on Spirit while they continued to gallop off at full speed. Little Flower held on tightly to his strong broad shoulders as the basket of berries swung on her forearm. Her thighs and calves squeezing Spirits sides. Riding Spirit with a rocking motion in unison with the gallop. Her long braided hair flopping and blowing in the breeze. The blue berries bouncing out of the brown weaved basket, as they crossed the open green, grassy field. Little Flower had no fear of riding ponies. She has been riding since she was three. "Mahon you scared me. Where are you taking me? Put me down." Little Flower asked gasping for breath and startled while holding tightly onto Mahon's shoulders. But she knew Mahon would not answer her. He was a man with little need for words. Her breast was gently but firmly pressed between her brown Indian dress and Mahon's back. Mahon's hips touched her lower stomach and pubic area while they rocked back and forth with each of Spirits gallops. Little flower remembered Mahon as a shy, mischievous Indian boy. Many times when Little Flower was a young girl and a young woman, she had seen Mahon slithering through the tall grass on his stomach to watch the Indian women and girls, including herself, bathe naked in the cold stream. She also knew, if she told on Mahon or if he was caught, Mahon would be whipped on his bare back. So Little flower secretly watched Mahon watch her. Suddenly, Spirit slowed from a gallop to a walk then stopped as Mahon jumped off of Spirit. "Let's walk now Little Flower" Mahon said, while holding onto Little Flower's waist and lifting her off Spirit. She looked away blushing as she sensed Mahon looking at her chest and breast through the rawhide string weaved through the buffalo skin dress. She stood closely placing her hands on Mahon's chest while he set her on the ground. Her nipples suddenly grew erect on their own. Little Flower never had this feeling before. Both of them walked slowly, silently through the meadow while Mahon let Spirit follow at his own pace closely behind nibbling on the green grass. Their hands brushed together briefly as they walked closer to the stream and the shade of the big old maple tree that stood next to the stream. Little Flower tried walking slightly turned away from Mahon. She did not want Mahon to notice her erect, aching nipples. She noticed Mahon try to peek through her rawhide laces. Suddenly, Little Flower felt the gentle but strong hand as Mahon held her hand in his as they walked. She watched as Mahon reached out and pulled a hand full of yellow and white wild flowers from the meadow. Little Flower wondered why Mahon never gave her the flowers but continued carrying the flowers in his hand. Little Flower quickly glanced at the front of Mahon's deerskin pants. Then looked more quickly away. She never felt this way before. Never before has she ever wondered about a man's penis size, shape or what it looked like. Little Flower tried to wish those thoughts away, but she could not. Yes, she had seen little Indian boys and baby's penis and the ponies, cows and dogs make love but never has she seen a real man. Again she looked quickly at Mahon's crotch but there was no indication of his penis size behind the deer skin pants and the loin cloth that was swinging with each step he took with his strong legs. Upon reaching the shade of the maple tree Mahon gently dropped the wild flowers he gathered on the ground. Mahon whistled for Spirit and she whinnied and galloped toward Mahon. Then Mahon untied the blanked roll from Spirit and he laid the blanket on the ground, in the shade of the big old maple tree, next to the yellow and white wild flowers. Spirit wondered off nearby grazing again. "Sit now Little Flower," Mahon said softly and gesturing to the blanket. Little Flower looked around the open field and then at the stream, not knowing what to do. Scared but flattered to be with Mahon. Just then Mahon reaching up and grabbing Little Flower's arm gently but firmly pulled her down where she sat with her back touching against his chest. Mahon's strong inner thighs hugged Little Flower's legs as she set between his legs. Little Flower for the first time felt Mahon's testicles against her back even though the feeling was through his pants and her dress. Her breath was shallow while Mahon massaged her shoulders and he smelled a strawberry scent from her hair. He picked up a white wild flower and bit off the long green stem and spit the stem on the ground, He placed the flower behind Little Flower's ear through a braid in her black shiny hair. He sniffed her hair again. "Another flower for Little Flower" Mahon smiled and whispered as he put the yellow flower in her other braid. And gently kissed her neck. "I waited many summers for this Little Flower. Just to be alone with you." "I watch you grow into a beautiful woman," he whispered. "I know Mahon. I watched you also. I even watched you watch us women bathing in the stream," Little Flower said blushing and snickering. "Ya," smiled Mahon, "I remember those summers. I am glad my mother never caught me." Slowly Mahon hugged Little Flower and kissed her hair, neck and ears. His forearms holding firm on her stomach cradling her breasts. Little Flower's breathing stopped when she felt Mahon's fingers trace her nipples causing them to grow erect again. Gently he removed the string in her dress and pulled the dress up her thighs, over her hips, breasts and her head. Little Flower covered her breasts with her arms and hands. While drawing up her knees to her chest while crossing her ankles to cover her exposed naked body as much as she could. Mahon jumped up and grabbed her wrists and laid Little Flower on her back flat on the blanket. Placing her wrists on the blanket above her head. Both of her wrists were pinned down with one of Mahon's hands. Mahon leaned over and kissing her lips while kneeling between her smooth thighs then he held both breasts in his free hand. His tongue licking each nipple the saliva wetting her breasts causing her soft skin to glisten. His tongue rolled each nipple in his mouth causing them to grow larger than Little Flower ever imagined. Little Flower's nipples were erect and pointed, growing with each flick of Mahon's tongue. His lips pressed firmly on her hard, erect, brown, shiny, wet nipple. The tingling she was feeling was felt in her nipples and clitoris. Her legs trembled with fear and excitement. Her body muscles twitched with emotions on their own. Mahon released Little Flower's hands and she quickly, gently, pulled Mahon's hair keeping his mouth on her erect sensitive nipples. "I can't wait much longer Little Flower. You're so beautiful," whispered Mahon, breathing heavily on her chest. Releasing her nipple and breast with one hand Mahon picked up more flowers and began pulling off the flower petals with his teeth. Little Flower looked into Mahon's eyes. He watched each flower petal floating and fluttering from Mahon's lips down onto her hot body. Flower petals rained down on her face, breasts. One petal landed on her erect nipple. Other flower petals rested on her stomach and down on her white damp panties, where her pubic hair would be. Little Flower bending her knee of her right leg and wiggled her toes on Mahon's balls. She slowly massaged his chest. Her eyes widened and she smiled when she heard Mahon's breathing labor. For her first time ever, Little Flower seen an erection growing in a man's pants. But this was not any man but a brave warrior, named Mahon. He was someone she has watched even as a young school girl. Mahon slowly let his hand slide down her ribs and hips where he squeezed her butt, gently at first until he had a firm hold on her butt. Little Flower looked deeply and frightening into his dark eyes, swaying her hips in his hands. In a moment flash Mahon had his other hand on her bare flesh above her right knee. Slowly easing up Little Flower's thigh, higher and higher under her dress until his finger tips gently touched her panties. His index finger traced her panty leg hem. He felt the tenseness in Little Flower's butt and thigh. Her bare feet placed flatly on Mahon's broad strong back. Mahon slowly, gently, traced the contour of Little Flower's soft warm pussy with his fingers. He could feel her softness and, warmth even through her white panties. He looked deeply into Little Flower's eyes and gently kissed her on her nose, her eyes and lips. For the first time he opened his mouth and worked his tongue into Little Flower's mouth. Their two tongues danced with each other to the music of the birds chirping above their heads in the tree. He sucked her ear lobes. He heard Little Flower moan and relax with his gentleness. Little Flower quickly sucked in her breath when she felt for the first time a man's fingers touch her pussy lips, even though it was through her panties. At the same time her nipples were stiff and aching for Mahon to suck her erect sensitive nipples deeply but gently. Her senses were blurred from the excitement running from her brain, her breasts her nipples and now her pussy. She could not breathe. Little Flower gasped sucking in the hot air as she felt Mahon worked his fingers under the panty hem. He was now touching her pussy lips. And their moistness. "W-why you no... have pubic hair?" Mahon stammered. "Have you ever watch your younger sister Shining Star sharpen knives every evening? Asked Little Flower, biting her lip in nervously. Mahon shook his head yes but not speaking, his eyes widened and a small smile formed on his face. "Yes, Mahon. Shining Star shaves my pussy with the knives every night." This he could not believe. He never thought such a thought. Mahon rose up on his knees between Little Flower's thighs. Little Flower sat upright off the blanket. Her eyes were inches from Mahon's belt. Her hands trembled untying the knot on the leather strap that held the brown leather pants and loin cloth in place. The loin cloth fell down to the blanket between Little Flower's naked thighs. Her fingers trembled while she fiddled with the button on Mahon's pants. His waist band was loose. She looked at his groin and her eyes widened again looking at his bulge in the pants. She starred intently at the bulge, licking her dry lips while hooking her thumbs in the waste band behind his back. Slowly, she pulled Mahon's pants down his firm, tight muscular butt. She gasps as Mahon's black straight public hair came in view. Then his penis sprang out, hard and erect bobbing up and down in the free breeze inches from Little Flower's face. Her hands touching, holding and squeezing Mahon's strong, tight brown manly ass. Little Flower did not know what to do but look at the long penis. Wow must have been ten inches she thought. A short moment passed looking at his penis, penis veins, pubic hair and his round balls. "Hold my balls. Kiss my cock. Suck it," Mahon said in a husky dry throat. "What?" Little Flower asked looking puzzled. "Suck my cock now," he hissed. "How?" Little Flower wondered. Licking her lips, she reached out and held and looked at the erect, uncircumcised penis in her hands. The first penis she ever seen or held. It was warm, hard with a larger head, covered with skin, she learned. Kissing the head gently she tasted the saltiness. Mahon grabbed her head and held her braids and pulled her up his penis. He closed his eyes panting. Little Flower slurped his penis, licking his head while Mahon pushed Little Flower's mouth up and down his penis slowly then quicker and slower again. Drool was dripping off her lips. Her hands cupped his testicles and rolled them gently on her finger tips. Her tongue was licking the slit of his penis. Releasing his testicles with one hand Little Flower gently, softly stroked Mahon's hard, warm throbbing penis. Mahon tilted his head back looking at the heavens, savoring the sensations he never imagined in his life. He felt her hands squeezing his ass and her finger lightly touching and probing his anus. He could not hold back much longer he knew. "Stop! Stop, stop, not yet," he unwillingly said. His penis was throbbing. Little Flower had him so excited. Pushing her mouth off his penis with a slurping sound. Drool dripped from his penis and from Little Flower's lips and chin onto her chest. Mahon's manhood bobbed up and down in mid air. Mahon spun Little Flower quickly around on her knees to face away from him while he kneeled over Little Flower. "What? What? Why!" asked and wondered Little Flower. "Did Little Flower do something bad?" she was worried. Again, Mahon never answered. "Little Flower hand me the leather twine in your dress." She quickly pulled the long brown leather twine from the eyelets on her dress. Scared of not knowing what Mahon had in mind. She reached over her head handing Mahon the twine, that was wadded up in her hands, looking back over her shoulder. Mahon grabbed her wrist and the twine with one motion. He tied one wrist and put her arm above her head. Reaching and grabbing Little Flower's other wrist. He tied both of her wrists securely above her black hair. Mahon smiled at his work. He leaned down and kissed her neck, shoulders and sucked her ear lobe. Little Flower whimpered with his soft kisses. Reaching around her shoulders with both hands he tweaked pulled and gently twisted Little Flower's nipples. He liked they way her nipples stood long hard, pointed and erect. Mahon licked his fingers and twisted her nipples with his wet fingers. Her wet nipples even glistened in the shade of the old maple tree. Tenderly he massaged her breasts and held them in his hands. Mahon's hands rested momentarily on Little Flower's shoulders. He could feel Little Flower's breathing shallow and quickly with his hands. He watched her breasts move with each breath. He tenderly pushed her shoulders down toward the blanket Little Flower's, shoulders, face, breasts and nipples rested on the blanket. Little Flower was on her knees. Her butt was up in the air at Mahon's mercy or whim. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. Little Flower was not comfortable with the unknown thoughts and her physical position. She was helpless and vulnerable, yet extremely excited. Mahon whistled for Spirit who was grazing in the meadow nearby. Spirit looked up, perked his ears, whinnied and trotted over next to Mahon. I trained Spirit well Mahon thought to him self and smiled. A long black pointed Hawk feather was pulled from Spirits halter. Mahon admired Little Flower's back and position while he smoothed out the feather in his hands. He tickled Little Flower's neck, ribs, back and arm pits with the Hawk feather. Little Flower squirmed, giggled and pleaded for Mahon to stop. Her squirming caused her butt to rub against Mahon's erect penis, exciting them both even more. Mahon reached down and cupped her pussy in his hand and middle finger traced the pussy lips. His fingernail touched her clitoris causing her to whimper and tremble. His fingers and her panties were wet. The panties were changing shades of white because of her hot wet juices. Mahon slowly rolled the white panties, down her bark smooth tight ass. Down to mid thigh where the rolled panties stopped. "Mahon. Mahon? Please fuck me now. I need you now. Fuck me Please?" Little Flower pleaded and begged. Mahon laughed when she cursed at him in their native tongue. "Not yet, my Little Flower. Not yet," Mahon teased. He took the long pointed feather in his thumb and index finger and ran the fingers from the bottom of the feather to the tip. Little Flower shrieked when Mahon applied the feather tip to her pussy. She collapsed on the blanket almost passing out, her eyes rolled up in her head. Mahon wiggled the feather tip on her clitoris. Up and down her inner and outer lips. Then feather tip probed her vagina causing Little Flower's pussy to quiver, squirm, and contract. Her cunt bobbing up and down off the blanket, her ass and anus contracting in spasms also. He knew Little Flower was close to passing out for her excitement and tremors. He leaned back and sat on his knees between Little Flower's thighs. He looked at her ass and anus. Licking his finger he placed it softly on her anus and lightly massaged in small circles. He felt her anus spasm. The last wild yellow flower lay on the blanket next to Little Flower's sides. Mahon picked up the flower and bit off the green stem about two inches from the flower. Again, Mahon massaged Little Flower's anus and felt the muscle relax. Slowly he pushed the short green flower stem up her ass. Her anus contracting holding the flower stem tightly and upright. Mahon stopped and placed both hands on her ass and rested to regain his composure. Little Flower again squirmed her butt against Mahon's naked, erect, bobbing. long, thick penis. She needed to feel something hard against her pussy. And now, right now. "Fuck me please Mahon. Fuck me now. Fuck my pussy. Fuck my ass. I don't care," Little Flower was cursing at Mahon in her Indian language. Her small, sexy, tight, wiggling, squirming ass was driving Mahon insane with lust. Both of them were grinding into each other. He put his hands on both hip bones and held her steady. Mahon looked up to the heavens as he grabbed two fistfuls of cloth of her panties. Ripping her panties off with ease. Little Flower screamed. Mahon speaking to himself and the gods above. He smelled her aroma, so sweet. He tasted her wetness of her panties as he licked her wet panties. His chin, lips, tongue face and fingers felt the woman's sexual dampness. Mahon tossed her wet panties in front of her head. "Put your panties in your mouth." Mahon whispered. Little Flower held her panties in her hands and sniffed, licked and sucked her damp panties. She slowly chewed on her panties. Slowly Mahon eased his penis toward Little Flower's pussy. The flower fell out of her anus between her knees. Slowly, Mahon rubbed his penis against her pussy rubbing the outer pussy from clitoris to the anus. Little Flower still on her elbows, rocking her ass back toward against Mahon, turned and looked at Mahon with clinched teeth, puckered lips, frowned dark brown eyes full of lust, her hands were tightly clinched fists. "Come on brave warrior fuck me, screw me," Little Flower hissed and again swearing in her native Indian language with pure lust. Mahon thrust inside her pressing against her hymen but he could not go further. "Yes fuck my virgin pussy," Little Flower screamed. Mahon grabbed Little Flower's ass tightly and thrust himself into Little Flower tearing her hymen. Little Flower screamed dropping her forehead on her forearms breathing heavy and sweating. Her pussy clutching Mahon's cock while he fucked her long, slow and deep. Mahon looked down at Little Flower's ass while he watched his cock disappear with each thrust into Little Flower. His ass muscles tensing and releasing with each thrust driving into Little Flower's pussy. Reaching around Little Flower's side and stomach with his hand, his sweaty stomach touching Little Flower's sweaty back on rubbed her clitoris in small circular squeezing motions. His fingers were soaked as her body went into tremors, quivering with her excitement. The fucked each other steadily. Mahon put his wet, slippery finger on her Little Flower's anus and gently massaged and pushed lightly and slowly. Instantly like lightning in a thunderstorm, Little Flower raised her head off her arms tilting her head as far back as possible arching her back, screaming. "No. No. Not there. I beg you, not there!" she cried. Mahon eased his finger in her ass up to his second knuckle. He proceeded to fuck her pussy deeply, slowly and steadily. Little Flower could feel Mahon's black pubic hair tickling her ass, and Little Flower's anus clutch his finger with each thrust. Little Flower screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Mahon began slapping her tight, small, round brown ass with his hand. Again, he brought his hand hard down on her ass the color changed from tan to a crimson red. Each smack her ass cheek quivered. Little Flower collapsed again on the blanket. Her eyes closed, breathing heavy, ripping through her body. Mahon pulled his rock hard, pulsating, wet penis from Little Flower's, wet pink, dripping pussy. He grabbed Little Flower by the braids and held her lips and face near his cock. Mahon moaned to the gods again and ejaculated his white cum on her eyes, hair, chin, nose, lips and breasts. Little Flower licked and sucked him clean, tasting his white salty cum in her mouth. Both of them collapsing into each others arms exhausted. After a short while of easy quiet sleep. Mahon abruptly, suddenly jumped up scaring Little Flower out of her sleep. He was yelling, dancing, jumping in every direction like a scared wild frog. "Mahon, Mahon! What happened? What's wrong? Frantically asked Little Flower as she watched him jump up and down and all around and slapping his own butt and thigh screaming and yelling. Mosquito and ants were biting my ass," stated Mahon setting down again next to Little Flower. Little Flower laughed and laughed as tears flowed down her face, thinking, "There is my brave warrior." END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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