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Little Flower and Mahon
By Anonymous Author (address withheld)
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Little Flower and Mahon are American Indians who made
love by the river. (MF, rom, exh, 1st, oral, bd)
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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."
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