Chapter 12: The Osage Indians

Mary Lightfoot of the Osage School had called and made an appointment for me to come to her school. Mary had told her that I should bring my dogs and two camera operators with me. She also told Karen to tell me to plan on spending the weekend.

The Osage Indian school was just over an hour away from my grandparents house, and on the same highway. Beth and Sandy wanted to be the camera operators. We packed up all our gear and left just after school on Friday. We arrived at five o’clock and I called Mary from a pay phone. She gave us directions to where she was and where we would be spending the night. It was almost full dark when we parked in a parking area and were met by Mary and two teenage girl teenagers.

They escorted us to a large fire burning in the middle of six teepees. Around the fire were twelve more girls, they appeared in the firelight to be between the ages of fourteen to eighteen. They were all pretty to downright beautiful, just as Mary is.

“Joe, please introduce me to your camera operators!”

“Mary Lightfoot, this is Beth Forman, my girlfriend, and her sister, Sandy!”

Rather than shake their hands, Mary hugged and kissed them. She turned to the group of girls and spoke in what I assumed was the Osage language. Our names were interspersed with the Osage words. I believe she was introducing us to the fourteen girls.

Then we were invited to sit down, we sat and crossed our legs in the same way all of them were sitting. Ankles over knees. Mutt and Trace made themselves available for petting.

As I looked around the fire at the girls and Mary, I noticed bare pussies between every girl’s legs! Not only were they visible, they were all shaved bare! I looked at Beth and Sandy and they hadn’t worn panties of course, and their pussies were also on display. Without another thought I rose and took off my pants, since I also don’t wear underwear I was naked below my sweater. I sat back down cross legged. Mary nodded, I had done the correct thing! Mary spoke,

Mary’s Story of Abigail Henry

“You honor us by exposing your genitalia to our view as we expose our own! I’m going to tell the story of how we interacted with the first whites to settle in our valley. Chief Little Bear had gotten word from the tribes to our east. The Seminole’s, the Cherokee, the Chickasaw, the Choctaw, the Muscogee (Creek), also known as the five tribes. He and Chiefs before him had been told of these white people, they were not to be trusted, they would make things they called treaties and then break the promises made by them. There were many of their people! They were as plentiful as the blades of grass on the prairie. Their army was well equipped with fire sticks that could kill from great distances and the wounds were almost always fatal. If not being killing outright, the wounds would become infected and would smell bad, corrupt! The whites killed each other and possibly might hang for doing so, but they would kill Indians with impunity!

What Chief Little Bear realized was that his people had to be smart, if the whites couldn’t be defeated then they should figure out a way to live with them! First he set forth a plan to purchase our lands. The whites set a great store on the ownership of land. If the tribe owned the land it could not be taken from us. He also wanted to make our interactions with the whites more personal.

When the man Theadore Henry came to us in 1867, wanting to build a trading post, he was welcomed, not only because the nearest trading post was thirty miles away, but it also gave the Chief a way to test his theories. He made a deal with the man. He could build his trading post, if and only if, he would exchange his youngest daughter with a same aged Osage girl for two years! Theadore Henry’s youngest daughter was fourteen and was named Abigail Henry. She was educated and smart. The man agreed as long as no harm would come to his daughter. He was assured that as long as no harm came to his daughter, Spring Moon, that no harm would come to Abigail. Neither girl was happy about it, but they accepted their fate.

Chief Little Bear welcomed the girl into his teepee. He looked forward to learning about the white people. The first night he noticed a foul smell in the tent. Thinking it came from outside, he walked outside and sniffed the air, the air smelled of the trees and grass, the fresh smells of the earth. He went back inside and there was the smell again, so he moved around trying to locate the source of the smell, it was the girl Abigail! He woke her up and asked her when she had last taken a bath. Her answer shocked him! She told him that she had bathed last almost a month ago! He explained to the girl that they bathed every few days in the summer at the river and took stand up bathes in the warm teepee almost every night in the winter before sleeping. He asked his wives to take the girl to the river and bathe her.

He got up and went with them carrying his bow and a quiver of arrows to protect them. The moon was full and the night was still except for the hoot of an owl nearby. At the river the girl refused to remove her clothes! His wives in trying to remove her clothes encountered strange fasteners holding them on her body. They removed her dress, popping some buttons off as they did. Then more clothing articles were removed until at last she was naked.

They dragged her into the water and began washing her body with a soap root. It lathered up nicely and they cleaned her in places no other hands had touched since she was a baby! And some of those places made her feel very good! And they kept cleaning them, fingers touched her asshole, fingers touched her pussy, fingers touched her breasts and nipples. The Indian women had stripped too. So they also encouraged her to wash them. They were smiling and laughing and behaving just like her friends did, like they were people! Abigail had reached a remarkable conclusion, the Indians were people, the women had the same parts she had, the same sense of humor, they even looked the same here in the moonlight.

Abigail began to interact with them. She washed their bodies and lingered in the same places they were lingering. Suddenly she felt something she had never felt before, an energy was released in her body that made her yell out in pleasure, her body twitching and she almost fell down. The three women, one just a few years older, all held her up. Abby suddenly had an urge to kiss them, she kissed the youngest one on her mouth and inserted her tongue into her mouth! She didn’t know what in the world had possessed her to do what Billy Bob back home had done to her one afternoon in the barn. But she couldn’t seem to stop herself! Finally the girl’s mouth opened and Abby’s tongue was inside the girl’s mouth and touching her tongue. Both girl’s nipples hardened as they touched and rubbed one another. Abby’s pussy was wet and since the water was at her knees it wasn’t due to being in the river!

The other women wanted to try the new way of kissing and Abby kissed them each the same way. Fingers touched those same places they had been washing before, but without the soap root this time! Moans sounded from deep inside the women.

Little Bear had watched all of this unfold before him, the slight breeze brought him a different smell than before. It was a smell he knew, it excited him! He took his loincloth off and threw his bow and quiver of arrows to the ground. Then he waded into the water, grabbed a woman and bent her over. He thrust hard into the woman’s pussy hole and started stroking! The woman was fucking back as he thrust in, she backed up into it. He reached around her and pressed against the little thing at the top of her slit. She screamed and had a tremendous orgasm and that had triggered his own! He shot several big loads of his cum deep inside his lover! As his heart rate steadied, he thought about the scream. Something was odd about it! Then he realized that the woman had screamed “Oh my God! Fuck me!” In English! But wives didn’t speak English!