Free Coyotes & Curves by Pamela Masterson Page A

gangly looking cowpoke, states; tearing a handful of intestines from Gabby’s lifeless body and smearing it over his lips – savoring the taste and aroma, after the painfully long stretch of human food, the gang had been forced to eat, lately. Major Kearney promised it would be over soon, and they would all be able to feed freely.
    ‘Get rid of the Indians and the miners, and the herd is yours,’ he said.
    ‘And you?’
    ‘Me — I get the girl — and the council gets the gold,’ he responded with a guttural roar— and Jasper saw the old Badger’s incredible fangs in a display of absolute control that dared any to challenge him. No one did… No one ever did.

 
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    Little Deer’s body is plump and curvy; and her golden nakedness glows radiantly in the dancing orange colors cast from the dying fire’s smoldering embers. Ample breasts, young and firm, slope down; turning up at dark areolas, surrounding pert nipples; made hard by her wanting desires.
    Her grandmother tends to her body, anointing and covering it with aromatic tonics and silken oils; preparing the girl for the traditional – Virgin’s walk to the river – where she will offer herself to Mother Earth; who will send Sogwili Wa’toli to fertilize the young girl’s womb. And in the morning she will return a fertile woman, prepared for marriage and conception.
    “Lie down and sleep, pretty one. Soon you become a woman.” A wide smile covers the face of Corn Willow Woman, Little Deer’s grandmother. She holds the large rabbit skin blanket open, and Little Deer crawls between the mounds of the layered furs; where she’s covered by the older woman. “You will make Ten Rivers a proud husband,” the older woman adds, acknowledging the young girl’s intense beauty. She can remember herself being tucked in the same way – the night before her own journey to the river of fertility.
    Little Deer watches as the elder woman continues fussing over the ornate totems hung about the room – all in traditional preparation for her ceremonial last night among the tribe as a girl. Corn Willow Woman finishes by stoking the coals of the fire, and with a short prayer she exits the teepee, leaving the girl alone; who is extremely sexually sensitive, thinking of her handsome, brave; and the first night they will spend alone.

 
    She pulls the soft rabbit furs around her neck, and her naked body squirms, thinking of the handsome man and her Grandmother’s words, ‘You will make Ten Rivers a proud husband, on the new moon.’ She’s moist knowing how proud she’s already made the strong warrior with her willingness to play. He’s showed her many pleasures of her own body, and in return, she allowed the young man to stroke his penis between the thick fleshy cheeks of her exposed rectum; until happily releasing himself upon her . Oh if he was only here now.
    Little Deer’s legs spread, and a slim finger finds her wetness; rubbing gently, while thinking of Ten River’s Hardness . He’s always gentle with her – at first – But he likes to finish rough; while thrusting violently behind her; as she struggles to keep him from penetrating inside.
    Her inner thighs are hot; and they ache with a desire to be filled. I’ll fight no more , she thinks; fanning her swollen mound vigorously. Little Deer’s strong pelvis thrust wildly, convulsing with orgasm as she continues upon her sensitive spot.
    Soon the fire fades; and the young sex craving virgin princess falls into a deep sleep—her hands buried deep between her thick legs—happily dreaming of the morrow’s walk.

CHAPTER ONE
    The morning is bright, and a light mist floats through the community as Little Deer exits the ceremonial Virgin’s Teepee, for the last time, making her way to the river without delay. The camp is quiet, the only sounds being the random barking of several dogs running about, wildly chasing the birds, who scavenge the grounds looking for an easy meal. It has been a time of plenty since