A Cry in the Wilderness
Copyright© 2025 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 18
That evening after the wedding ceremony and the celebration it was finally time to retire. All three looked at each other without saying a word for several seconds. Will asked the question everyone was thinking. “What be da sleeping arrangements?”
Póéso, having a streak of the devil in her said gleefully, “You and Ma’hoena go first. I wanna watch. Come on, let’s get undressed.” She the proceeded to disrobe.
Will and Ma’hoena looked at each other, shrugged and joined the party. When they were all nude, Póéso said to Ma’hoena, “Is he gonna fit all that inside of us?”
Will grinned and retorted, “I’m damn sure gonna try.”
Ma’hoena quipped, “My maidenhead gone. I sorry for you, Sister.”
Póéso was sitting on the bed with her legs under her. Ma’hoena was laying on her back with Will at the foot of the bed. He looked at Ma’hoena and saw her pretty pussy with a light dusting of black hairs, smiled and pointed saying, “I’ma gonna start right Der. Ma’hoena slapped her hand over her kitty and chided, “You nasty, nasty white man”
Póéso added, “Get her, nasty white man, get her good! I wanna watch!”
Will grabbed her foot and started sucking her toes saying, “You gots the purdiest little feet I ever did see!”
Ma’hoena started giggling and trying to pull her foot away. Póéso stared wide-eyed observing “He really is a crazy white man!”
“You damn sure gonna lick mine too, or you in fir a lotta hurt.” Póéso said.
When Will started kissing up her calf, both girls got quiet. Ma’hoena rose up on her elbows looking down. She wanted to see this! He kept going until he was kissing and licking the insides of the thighs. He have her puffy lips a good tongue-swipe from asshole to appetite. Ma’hoena gasped falling back onto the bed. Póéso noted. “Well. I never! No Indian man ever done that!”
Will looked up and said, “I’s gonna lick yurs too!”
You damn sure is! Póéso thought.
Ma’hoena ordered through a gasp, “Stop yakin’. Lick, white man!
“Yes Ma’am!” Will dove in with a vengeance, it didn’t take long for little Ma’hoena to arch her back, grab a handful of hair and let out a Cheyenne battle cry “AAAHHH-YEEEEE!”
Little mana went limp panting. Before she could catch her breath, Will was knee walking up between her legs fisting his angry, dripping cock. Her eyes went wide as saucers when she felt him seat the head right at her entrance. He smiled down at her and said, “I’s gonna puts a baby in yur belly.!”
She smiled and replied. “I already got one in my belly”
“I’ma gonna give it a sister.” She giggled
When Will slowly pushed inside her, Ma’hoena got quiet with her hands pressed against Will’s chest. He was very gentle. He knew she had been violently raped, and went very slowly. When he started to gently pump inside her she started to pant, then wrapped her arms around him eagerly accepting him. Soon she was rotating her hips in rhythm with. They were dancing the dance of love in unison. She pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his waist.
Both were panting, Ma’hoena clung tightly to Will. Will said through his pants, “I, I, I gonna do it!
With a loud “Aahhh!” He shot off inside her. He felt his hot cum splash against the pillow of her cervix and wash back over the head of his spurting cock. Ma’hoena came; shivering and whimpering, she cried out “I love you!”
Will collapsed on top of her then rolled off to the side. Póéso was stunned by what she had seen. She looked at her sister’s pussy as it started to leak Will’s congealed semen.
Póéso climbed over Will and in-between Ma’hoena’s legs, reached up and pried her sister’s pussy lips open and started licking and sucking Will’s cum out of her sister’s weeping cunt.
Ma’hoena gasped, looked down a her sister licking her pussy and exclaimed, “What are you doing?”
Póéso finished cleaning her sister and sat up, wiping her face with the back of her hand. She answered, “His seed, Sister. It life blood of our family. Never can waste a drop. Understand? We receive it into ourselves, never waste a drop.”
Ma’hoena swallowed, nodded and replied, “Yes, Sister, never waste.”
Póéso moved to Will’s slimy cock and cleaned him also. Póéso didn’t know what made her do that, but she thought I like it! I like sucking him...
Will told Póéso “I need to rest before we make love.” She acquiesced, and Ma’hoena and Will quickly fell asleep. Póéso was charged and ready to go; she was craving him, she wanted him deep in her guts planting a baby in her. She lay there for about an hour and could not take it any longer.
Everyone who knew Póéso knew she did everything with passion —all out. Tonight was not going to be any different. She remembered peeking out from under the furs to see her mother riding her father. She was dominant. In control, and Póéso was a very creative girl.
She straddled Will’s face the bent over taking his entire cock in her mouth. She had him harder than diamonds, and wide awake in no time. When he stirred awake, she ordered “Lick me, white man!”
With a stunningly beautiful girl’s lips around his cock, and her equally beautiful pussy on his face, he dove in tongue first. Once she had him licking, she quit sucking. She wanted his cum in her womb not her mouth. She rode him like Running Wolf breaking a stallion. Moaning and grinding. Will knew she was going to cum. She was chanting, “Oh!Oh!oh! ... Then it happened. She pressed her pretty little pussy down trying to suck him into her cunt. She sort of quivered then “Oh, Yes!”
When she came, she squirted three hard jets of her cum directly into his mouth, He knew it was either swallow or drown. He drank like a dying nan.
Guess what? The Dog Soldier wasn’t finished.
She turned around, reached between her legs guiding him to her hole and sat down. “OWIE!!” She cried out. Then it was off to the races. All Will could do was grab her hips and hold on. Póéso fucked Will hard, long and deep. When he said he was going to cum, she sat down and impaled all seven inches deep in her cunt. He spurted so hard, she thought she felt it in her womb.
She rolled off between Will and Ma’hoena, and like a good sister, she was right there sucking his cum out of her sister’s cunt.
From that night on, those girls fucked Will senseless three, sometimes four times a week. For the rest of their lives.
Póéso: The Delicate Flower
Three Months After the Wedding
Will sat at the breakfast table, exhausted. Ma’hoena’s pregnancy had been straightforward—some
morning sickness, a bit of fatigue, but overall smooth. Her baby was due any day now, and she glowed with quiet contentment.
Póéso’s pregnancy, discovered just two weeks ago, was already a completely different story.
“WILL!” her voice rang out from upstairs. “WILL, I NEED YOU!”
Ma’hoena hid her smile behind her coffee cup. Will’s father didn’t even try to hide his grin. Sarah just shook her head.
Will trudged up the stairs for the fourth time that morning. “Yes, Darlin’?”
Póéso reclined on the bed like Cleopatra on her barge, one hand draped dramatically across her forehead. “My ankle. It hurts. You need massage.”
“But I just massaged it twenty minutes—”
“It HURTS, Will. I am delicate now. Carrying your child.” She said this as though he might have forgotten in the last ten minutes.
Will sighed and sat on the bed, taking her ankle in his hands. It was perfectly fine—he could tell. But he massaged anyway.
“Also,” Póéso continued, her voice taking on a wistful quality, “I have craving.”
“What kind of craving?”
“Timpsula.”
Will’s hands stilled. “Whatcha say?”
“Timpsula. Prairie turnip. My mother used to dry them, grind into flour. Make special cakes.” Her eyes grew misty. “I can taste it in my dreams, Will. The baby needs it.”
“Baby needs prairie turnip flour?”
“YES!” She sat up, suddenly animated. “Is very important for Cheyenne baby! Need traditional food or baby will be ... will be...” She searched for the right word. “Confused!”
Will bit back a smile. “Confused?”
“Yes! Not know if he white or Cheyenne! Must have timpsula!”
“Darlin’, I don’t even know what that—”
“Fort Laramie!” Póéso declared, as if this solved everything. “The trader there, Old Pierre, he knows Cheyenne. He will have dried timpsula. Or know where to get.”
Will looked at her. Fort Laramie was a two-hour ride each way. Four hours total.
“Póéso, that’s—”
“I know,” she said, her voice suddenly small and vulnerable. She placed his hand on her still-flat belly. “Is too much to ask. I am being silly. My mother is gone. Her ways are gone. I should not...” A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Will was done for. “I’ll leave first thing tomorrow.”
Her face transformed instantly into a brilliant smile. “You are best husband! Oh! Also, if Pierre has wild plums preserved in honey, get those too. And maybe...” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Dried chokecherries? For tea?”
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