Joe came trotting up almost as soon as they left, a loincloth his only garb. As he came to the glen, he dropped his backpack off his shoulders. "You must be Laura. Merry told me there was another gorgeous woman coming, but that doesn't do you justice." He was smiling confidently, and his muscular physique, shining red skin, and handsome features took the blonde's breath away. Standing in front of her, gasping a little, he seemed the essence of primitive masculinity.

"Hello, Joe Tall trees. The name suits you. Come have a beer." As she rose and walked to the house, she found herself swinging her hips, feeling his eyes on her almost bare ass. She felt excitement rising in her groin. When she came back, she stood close to him to hand him the can. Their eyes locked.

Joe was taken aback at the strawberry blonde's beauty. He was used to trim, fit girls like Merry, but this woman was voluptuous and soft, without any fat, but curved and opulent. He could see her interest in her hungry gaze, and felt his cock jumping. As she handed him the beer, there was a small tremble in her hand. Even without Merry's description, he could see the arousing effect of the mountain, and the approaching night. She was so different from the women he knew. He felt tongue-tied as he gazed at her. Then she whispered "Let's go down to the stream, Joe. We can finish our drinks there."

He put an arm around her as they walked toward the woods, and felt her flinch slightly. When he started to take his arm away, she murmured «No, keep it there. I like feeling your touch." They got to the glade beside the stream, and gazed at each other. She reached behind her and untied the bra, letting it fall from her full breasts. He ogled them openly, and she arched her back to his stare. The big nipples hardened and stuck out with the air and his attention. She took a swig of her beer, then pulled her thong off quickly. She smiled as his eyes widened at her lush nudity. Like him, she was almost hairless, the light red fuzz at her pussy incredibly erotic. "It's the air and the mountain, Joe."

She waded slowly into the water as he pulled the loincloth off. As she reclined in the stream, it was her turn to stare with excitement at his prick, now almost hard. They were smiling with acceptance of the mutual attraction they felt, and the free embrace of sexual feeling building up between them. He waded in and handed her can, drinking from his own. They began rolling together, their skins rubbing, and he started to kiss her.

But she stopped his face, her eyes bright, and began to whisper in a low, throaty voice, "You're going to rape me, aren't you. You're going to take me away from civilization and do unspeakable things to me in your teepee. I'll become your squaw, your paleface slave. I'd fight you if I thought I could. But you're so handsome, so strong, so primitive. I can't resist." Her eyes closed, and she humped to his hip. She put her hand behind his head and pulled his face to her open mouth, groaning as they sucked at each other, their tongues jabbing. She was straining at his mouth, at his body, losing herself in the raw sensuality of their nakedness, his appeal to her love of this natural world, and his muscular body.

"I know you're going to make me do it. You're going to ravish me, dominate me, make me cum and cum. Oooh, your going to have your way with me." She pulled away and stared at him, animal craving showing in her face. He recognized the fantasy so many women felt with him, but found it was turning him on more than ever before. Her lush, voluptuous flesh made him urgently passionate in an unfamiliar feeling of domination. Her effort to embrace this imagined forced contact contrasted to her elegant sophistication, and her fantasy was drawing him in as never in the past. He felt himself becoming a rapacious conqueror. His hand went to her cunt, and his fingers entered her, twitching at her nerve filled tunnel. She began groaning, bucking to his hand.

"White man's woman mine now. Never be the same." She was moaning with his hand and her imagination. He picked her up and carried her to the bank. As he eased her down to her back, she spread her legs, opening her slit to reveal moist pink flesh. Her face was gaping with desire. How quickly she's become a wanton sexual animal, he thought. His mouth covered her pussy, and her hips began writhing immediately.

His tongue explored her genitals slowly, luxuriating in the little tuft of wispy red hair, licking between the swollen fat lips, tasting her musky cream, feeling the smooth flesh of her cunt. Its hairless surface was such a contrast to the usual more natural pussys he was used to. The moment made her smell seem sexier than any he remembered. He surrounded the soft, creaming hole with his mouth, sucking juice avidly.

Her mouth was sucking hungrily at the head of his cock, licking the slit as it oozed with his pre cum. He heard her babbling softly "So big, so sweet, ooooh my indian prick, violate me. It'll never fit, but try, try." His hips bucked with desire, and she arched her head to try to swallow it all. He heard her gagging and moaning as he pushed at the back of her throat with the engorged meat. "Mmmm, mmmm, unhhhh."

Their bodies were surging together in the evening dusk, as they lost themselves in a haze of pleasure with their writhing lovemaking. But they were relaxed, and he realized she would take plenty of time to cum, as her moans climbed slowly, without any rush. It was as though they had been together many times, experienced in each other's sensual needs. She was eating at his cock frantically, and his mouth seemed to dwell in her lovely perfumed pussy. He rolled over so she was on top, and felt her pillowy tits on his groin. Her hungry sucking was getting him too excited, so he released her slit, and moaned "It's time, it’s time, paleface bitch."

She collapsed to the ground beside him, her eyes wide and bright. As he rolled between her legs, he began to suckle at her breasts, first one, then the other pale nipple. Laura's eyes closed and she began babbling «You’re going to take me, violate me, oh I'm afraid, but I need it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Her soft full breasts were delectable, but he knew she was ready for his tool. He raised to his knees, holding his cock, and rubbed it in her slit, touching her stiff clitty. "Paleface bitch going to feel it now, hard and big."

Laura was moaning with half her mind indulging in her fantasy, and the other amazed at the pleasure he was building in her. He smelled of soap and a little sweet, unique odor she thought must be his red skin. His huge dick was opening her vaginal tunnel, but he was letting her adjust as her flesh stretched around the monster. Her cream lubricated him as he slid slowly into her, and when he stopped short of full penetration, she opened her eyes, grinned salaciously at his excited face, and humped her hips to bury the last inches completely. The thick head was pushing into her ovaries, it seemed, but with the pressure on her love button sent a thrill coursing violently through her lower body, and she groaned as his face sunk toward her.

"Brute, brute, oh my god..." she was moaning, but then his mouth covered hers, and she abandoned herself to their pistoning hips slapping at each other, feeling his hairless skin against hers. His thick tool was thrusting smoothly, rhythmically, carrying her careening nerves to a state of full stimulation, as their mouths sucked and gurgled. Her mind was full of images of Lupe, Gene, Merry, all rolled into this act of erotic abandon with her new lover, and native dancers writhing around giant fires jumped into her fevered fantasy.

She could feel her cunt filled rapaciously, the thrill of his huge member stroking inside her beyond her experience, and she associated the excitement with her abduction and rape. Her long legs wrapped around his hips, and she surged harder to him, trying to make each thrust deeper and more powerful. She bent her legs even more, now wrapped around his back, opening herself to his fucking hardness. His tongue had been pushing in her mouth, but now began licking her face, her lips, and down her neck. She could hear him start to gasp unevenly, and felt her own vibrating in her groin. She felt herself rushing toward a tiny star that was growing in her stomach, and it seemed to blossom as he released her lips and arched above her. She opened her eyes to see his lips pursed with tension, grunting in time to his thrusts. His handsome face, a thin coat of perspiration making it shine, was mixed with an animal longing and her ardent need.

Her cum soared from her twat into her belly, as her arms left his back and clawed at the ground. Her hips humped violently as she exploded with rapture, her whole being seeming to be taken by his pistoning cock. She could feel her cuntal muscles contracting on his flesh, and his eyes opened as a huge, feral smile spread wide on his face. In the midst of her thrills, she felt him gushing deep into her, their juices mixing in her bottom. He pulled all the way out of her, then drove back in, releasing another jet of spunk. Her head was twisting with orgasmic release, her skin tingling, her groin zinging. "Wonderful, wonderful, what a cum, what a rape, aaagh."

He kept moving gently inside her, and she rode a fantastic wave of relaxation mixed with excitement, as her hips ceased their movement, and she felt him kissing her again. "Paleface woman sexy as hell." He was murmuring. She felt sexy, fulfilled, at one with him, the woods, the night air, and herself. She gave a little hump to his cock, as she became aware of liquid dripping into her ass. He must have been a fountain, she thought, and bucked again.

He rolled to his back, holding her to him, and let her full weight rest on top of his hard breathing body, their lips still together. She wiggled down to keep his softening prick inside her, and rested her head on his chest. "Joe, Joe, that was something special. Do you believe in love at first sight? Or, at first fuck?"

When Gene and Merry got back, they found the two in the stream, and waded in to join them. Both recognized the languorous look on Laura’s face. Joe and Gene shook hands, as they all bathed, touching each other. They ate the pheasant Merry had prepared, with potatoes and lettuce from her new garden. Laura seemed to be in a dream world, and Joe couldn't take his eyes off her. He didn't feel the urge to escape from her that was his normal reaction to lovemaking, but a continuing desire for more of her soft erotic flesh.

After dinner, Merry left. Joe didn't understand just why, but she had asked Laura whether she should. Laura had leaned and kissed him, her hand lingering on his cock, and answered "No, I want my indian chief. «She continued nuzzling him for a few minutes, dreamily caressing him as they sat at the table. When Merry wasn't back soon, Laura whispered to Joe "She'll be gone for a while, Joe. You won't mind if we include Gene, will you? I want to enjoy this evening, and no woman could ask for more than you both." Joe smiled at her, willing to go along with his new paleface squaw wherever it led. Gene's cock was standing straight up as he watched the blonde pressing herself to the Redman, and guessed what she was suggesting.

Laura rose and offered Joe her pussy. He grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled it to his mouth, licking into her slit, and tasting her cream begin to flow. Just as he started getting into it, she pulled away and vamped over to Gene, offering her now moist box to his lips. As he watched, she arched into his searching tongue, and as Joe felt himself starting to tingle with desire, he thought he had never known any woman as uninhibited as this blonde professor. He rose and pressed to her back, letting his stiffening cock push between her buttocks. She turned her head and found his lips with hers, and they sucked and gurgled as her hips started pulsating.

Gene rose and buried his head in her neck as his own cock poked at the puffy twat now sopping wet with their saliva and her juice. Laura broke the kiss, and murmured "Down by the stream. In the moonlight. Ravish me, my lovers." She broke away and ran toward the woods, her huge tits bouncing crazily. They chased her, grinning at each other.

She got to the edge of the water and knelt facing them, her knees spread to show her glistening cunt. Her stomach was heaving with her short run, and both men stopped to admire the erotic picture she made in the soft light, breasts moving with her gasps, arms stretched out towards them. "I want to suck those cocks. I want all my holes filled. Oh god I love this place." Gene was horny with having not taken advantage of Laura the last week, and stepped over to bury his meat in her mouth. Joe went behind her and knelt, his hands cupping her tits. He pinched the large nipples, feeling them harden. He lowered one hand to her pussy, inserting two fingers as she bucked at his hands, while making squishing sounds around Gene's manhood.

Laura felt like it was heaven. The hands on her breasts and in her pussy, the cock filling her mouth, the thrills racing through her, all combined to get her keening with sensation racing all around her body as the two handsome men used her so erotically. She was grunting around the thick tube as Joe stimulated her expertly. She had found her man, she was sure, and he seemed to be able to accept their free sexuality with each other. She felt enveloped in the natural enjoyment of their passion here in the open night air. Her whole being concentrated around the men as they pushed and rubbed at her.

She released Gene's prick, and moaned to him "Lie down, soldier. I want abused." As the white man reclined she wriggled up to straddle his hips, wrapping a hand around the stiff tool and inserting it into her foaming tunnel. As she sank down on it, she looked back, grinning sexily, and whispered "Lick my ass then stick that monster all the way in, Chief. I need both your cocks." She felt Joe's mouth searching in her rear end, and lay down on Gene, reaching behind and spreading her ass cheeks. Something stiff and wet was licking her back hole, wetting it.

Then the licking stopped, and she arched her head waiting for the attack she knew was coming. "Deep Joe, get me darling ravisher, fill my ass. Oooh, yeah." Her voice raised as his huge member pushed slowly in, causing stinging pain to the outside ring, even though it was wet. He didn’t stop, even though she was whimpering, as her clit being tingled mixed with the hurt in her back. Somehow her mind translated the buggering to another kind of rape by her Indian abductor, and she pushed back into it. "Violate me, do my ass, have me completely, lover." It was part fantasy, part pleasure, part hurting. All the conflicting feelings combined to make her begin to soar, and she began squirming against the two large hunks of man meat, trying to intensify all the sensations she was experiencing.

Gene pulled her down on top of him so he could experience her soft pale flesh on his chest, her full titties squashed between them. She was writhing in a way that required very little movement on his part to create a thrusting of his cock inside her squeezing pussy. He could feel the indian's huge meat in her ass tunnel, just thin, nerve filled membrane away. She was babbling and twisting her head. "So full, so good, ooooh fuck, fuck." Joe was pressed to her back.

The blonde felt herself sandwiched between her two lovers, caught, impaled, pain mixing with pleasure and filling her bottom with thrills. Joe’s hands were covering her breasts, fingers moving to make them surge about, the nipples burning. Her whole being welcomed this assault, which was now becoming a rising tide of ecstacy. Even her stretched bowels were now tingling with lovely sensation, adding to her passionate tension. Her whole mind reached outside her body, the picture of these two wonderful studs fucking her in this beautiful natural trysting place savagely stimulating. It was so new, so primitively sensual, so fulfilling.

"Take forever, my animal lovers." she whispered, as the night sounds mixed with their grunts of exertion and enjoyment. Both experienced men kept themselves from popping as the gorgeous woman pleaded for them to use her body, and give her more of their surging pricks. Laura felt every inch of both tubes as they reamed her more and more vigorously, and it was all terrifically erotic now, as her nerves tingled with the touch of them.

Just then, they all heard the howl of a wolf scream in the night. Knowing his Merry was climaxing with Lupe, Gene lost control and stroked frantically, feeling himself suddenly explode. Laura reacted the same way, spasming back at her indian and gurgling "Cumming,cumming, aaagh, ohhhhhh.....". She felt as though her stomach had burst with erotic pleasure, zinging her skin from head to toe. Joe heard them both, and punched even deeper into the tight passage enclosing him, and filled his new squaw with his spunk. She moaned with the liquid filling her, making her insides feel like a balloon inflating, sweetening the soaring release enveloping her.

The high lasted and lasted. Both men kept spurting, as though their souls were filling the blonde's cavities, as though she were drawing them out through their cocks. She was moaning rapturously, eyes closed, head twisting. Joe's thighs caressed hers, and her tits pillowed against Gene's chest. They stayed inside her, even as each began to shrivel. Even though she felt Joe's weight, his hands held him from crushing her, and the three lay squeezed together for long minutes as they returned to reality, the cool night welcoming them back.

When Merry returned, she found Gene in the stream. They walked up to the house and looked in on Laura and Joe sleeping. He was pressed to her back, and his prick was inside her pussy. Each had a small smile as they dreamed. "I think your matchmaking is working out." Gene whispered.