Captive

Runs Like A Deer intensified her attack on Niomi, determined to give her as big an orgasm as she was getting. It took only seconds for Niomi to begin cumming on her face. She mashed her pussy against Runs Like A Deer’s beautiful face, crushing the wet pussy flesh into her lips and nose. Runs Like A Deer lapped anxiously, while feeling the mouth still working between her wide open legs. Finally Runs Like A Deer’s orgasm stopped. She reached down and pushed Niomi’s mouth away. Niomi rested her face against Runs Like A Deer’s soft leg, kissing it gently, as her bucking pussy exploded time after time in Runs Like A Deer’s mouth.

In moments both girls lay still, happy and exhausted.
“That was heavenly,” Niomi moaned, running a warm hand over Runs Like A Deer’s body.
“It was,” Runs Like A Deer agreed. “I have never felt anything down there but my own hands, and an ear of corn.”
“Corn?” Niomi was amazed. “Wouldn’t that hurt?”
“Not if you find the right ear,” Runs Like A Deer laughed, rolling over on her stomach. Her hand dipped into a basket and pulled out several black ears of dried corn. She handed one to Niomi. Niomi slid it back and forth in her hand. It was both rough, and soft at the same time. She realized it would probably feel absolutely sinful inside her pussy.

“I would like to try this, some time,” Niomi said, handing the small ear of corn back to her.
“I sometimes grind them after I have used them,” Runs Like A Deer admitted with an impish grin. “Especially if the cakes are to go to people such as Lame Crow,” she giggled. They fell together, laughing.

The baking went well, with the two of them doing the work. It wasn’t long after they started, when customers began eagerly hanging around outside of the tepee. Runs Like A Deer looked out and clapped her hands. She would be very successful today.

Niomi had begun dressing as Runs Like A Deer did, in one of her short leather skirts and no pantaloons. She offered Runs Like A Deer an unobtrusive look at her pussy many times throughout the day. Their little game helped to pass the time happily. Night fell just as the last of the extra cakes was passed out the door in return for half a deer. The meat had dried on the outside so it would not attract flies. Dashing Rain liked to dry the meat over a fire. The white people called it smoking.

Runs Like A Deer and Niomi sat among all the wealth gained through the day’s cooking. They were wealthy.

“When my brother returns, we will give him his share,” Runs Like A Deer said happily.
“I don’t want to see him,” Niomi shivered.
“Don’t worry, he will not harm you. He was just doing what was necessary. He does not hate you… in fact, he looks at you like you were one of my cakes,” Runs Like A Deer giggled. “I think he likes you.”

Night fell and Falling Water failed to show. They tied the tepee flap and laid naked on the furs, looking fondly into each other’s eyes, while their hands explored each other’s bodies. In a few minutes both girls were getting hot.

“Give me one of those corn’s,” Niomi whispered. Runs Like A Deer reached into the basket and pulled out a large ear of corn. She handed it to Niomi wordlessly. Niomi moved down on the furs, opened Runs Like A Deer’s legs and kissed each leg tenderly, before she placed her lips over Runs Like A Deer’s sweet pussy and licked it. After licking for several minutes she paused and held the ear of corn at the entrance to Runs Like A Deer’s vagina. Runs Like A Deer tensed, closing her eyes. She felt the ear of corn turning, growing well-lubricated by her juices. Slowly it slid well up inside of her. Runs Like A Deer gasped and arched her back, thrusting her pussy toward Niomi to meet the pistoning ear of corn.

Suddenly the tent flap rustled and Falling Water stepped inside. Niomi stopped in horror, pulling away.

Falling Water’s eyes went over his beautiful sister’s naked flesh, going to the corn still protruding from her wet pussy, to her dark and enticing nipples. Then his eyes went to Niomi. They traveled over her naked body. He licked his lips greedily.

“Continue,” he commanded. Runs Like A Deer urged Niomi to do as he commanded. He was the head of the family, he held their lives in his hand. It was their law.

Shaking in fear, Niomi grasped the ear of corn and continued thrusting it inside of Runs Like A Deer. After a moment she lowered her mouth and began licking Runs Like A Deer’s clit. There was a low moan from Falling Water. He looked at the white girl kneeling between his sister’s legs, then his eyes went to her upturned ass. Without hesitation he knelt behind the white girl and took out his cock. He held it firmly while he planted at the entrance to her pussy. He shoved firmly and found his cock sliding all the way inside. She was as hot and tight as her mother. He closed his eyes with his face upturned and pumped away into her upturned ass.

“Oh God yes,” Niomi whispered as his manhood flashed in and out of her quivering flesh. The juices made a wet sound. The smell of female sex was strong. It was pleasant, mixed with the smell of freshly baked cakes, dried rose petals, and drying berries.

With her eyes tightly closed, Niomi lapped eagerly in Runs Like A Deer’s sweet pussy, while she rammed the ear of corn in and out. In seconds Runs Like A Deer began to cum. She screamed loudly, something that should not be done in a camp of leather tents. Her screams elicited much laughter and murmured talk.

Niomi held the ear of corn still, allowing Runs Like A Deer to push against it, effectively fucking herself, while Niomi lapped eagerly, supping on Runs Like A Deer’s flavorful juices.

Falling Water watched from behind. It was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. He once watched through a screen of bushes as two young girl pleasured each other, but that was nothing compared to this. The sighs, sounds and smells made the experience intoxicating. The wonderful moist heat on his cock was almost unbearable. He felt his cock might strain until it burst, trying to grow bigger and firmer inside the white girl’s pussy. It was more than he could stand.

With Niomi’s face resting in Runs Like A Deer’s warm pussy, she endured his punishing attack, feeling her own tremendous orgasm building. In three more strokes they both exploded. Their own screams were added to those of Runs Like A Deer, possibly still echoing off the distant hills. The camp listened, speculating, preparing rumors for the next day. By noon everyone would know who screamed and where.

“Oh yes,” Falling Water gasped, falling next to Niomi and his sister. He ran a hand over Runs Like A Deer’s firm breasts, before she firmly grasped his hand and removed it.

“You would make a good mate,” Falling Water whispered to Niomi. Niomi smiled, but Runs Like A Deer rose up off the furs.

“Oh no she won’t, she’s mine,” she reminded him. “Get your own mate. We are happy with what we have. You may join us occasionally like you did tonight,” she acceded with a smile.
“Very well,” he agreed, filling one hand with Niomi’s small breast, and the other with one of Runs Like A Deer’s cakes. He fell asleep with the cake half eaten and his hand still on Niomi’s breast.