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Custer's Last Stand (MF, cons, intr)
by Quasito (quasi@moto.com)

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Two Weeks before General Custer's Last Stand.


 Was the General mad? Yes he was mad. If anybody could be said to be on a
warpath, it would be the general. He and his 7th calvary were very upset.
This is what brought the General to Little Big Horn, it was not so much
staged, as it was created.

 See, the Natives have been shoved and pushed from location to location.
Children grew up learning fear. When a boy comes of age, that fear takes a
dangerous turn to hate. Hate, coupled with lack of understanding means
death. No? Then take a look at the 2 weeks before the famous raid. Oh, the
General wanted to make a great name for himself during a time of hatred, but
he never would have assumed a task that huge without proper forethought

  The older ones would expend great energy to preserve the peace and not
seek revenge. That is, except in one gathering of nomadic, renegade,
fighting young, rouge, warriors. These traveling bands of Indian young men
from 15 to 26 years old would travel and lose members, regain members and
continue to travel and cause great problems for the white man. Such was a
festival night shortly after Custer's arrival from the railroad line.

 After a night of celebration and festivities, Custer lay in his bed, the
saucer whore he had just finished fucking, for 10 minutes, lay passed out
drunk next to him. The entire town had celebrated because the Indian slayer
was in town. Can't kill niggers, so lets' kill Indians. And onward West,
Custer brigade went, wiping out small defenseless villages with a band of
guns and canons, then going to the nearest whoring town for liquor and
women. Until this night as a band of young men on bareback quietly came into
town with ponchos tossed over them to hide the hair that was tucked under
the brim of a hat that belonged to a fallen cowboy. As the 5 young horsemen
rode in, the only sounds still audible was a distant train whistle.

 As they dismounted in front of the hotel, no attention was paid as 3 more
crept up the back stairs of the hotel. With guns pulled and gazes exchanged,
doors suddenly were kicked open and the fire from the tips of gun barrels
begin to ignite the darkness of the rooms that afforded only the elite of
General Custer and his staff. Such is why so many of his men died 2 weeks
before the famous raid. As the Indians raced back towards their ponies,
General Custer and the other townsmen were still trying to figure out where
their pants and boots were. That is why so many of those men died coming out
of the doors, due to the young men waiting on them as they emerged. As they
raced off toward the edge of town. the men had gathered and began to mount
their horses to follow in pursue.

 Me? I was hiding in the stables until the pursuing posse was well underway
chasing out brothers.. With all the townsmen in high pursuit of the rogues
that had gotten a 3/4 mile headstart on the locals,  this left the remaining
tribe of men to split up and replenish their own supplies with the
unguarded, untouched, and knowingly ok for white people, supplies. This also
left the town and the remaining occupants, all women, alone and unguarded as
well. Such was also too tempting a temptation for a young bucking male. That
is why a ranging, roving organized team of rogues can accomplish things
that, well....maybe they shouldn't.

 After the others led the men out of town, that left the rest of us to raid
and replenish. After the ponies were loaded, a friend of mine and I went
back to the same hotel where Custer had managed to miss the initial raid and
irritant, which leads to the out of town chase. As I kicked in the again
blocked door of his room, I had to dive to the floor to avoid being shot by
this pistol, wielding woman.  Thank the fathers that a second missed shot
from the derringer left her at zero defense.  So here stands a blonde woman,
whose eyes have dilated to 50 cent piece size, backing back against the
window, as the moon renders her coverings completely transparent. The
outline of her outer breast became visible as her breathing made them rise
and fall with each gasping breathing. This evil, savage creature, with skin
like darkness had invaded her sanctuary and was now only 5 feet away from
her. She tried to pull her arms close to herself to protect whatever was
left of whatever was about to happen.

 That is when a scream from the next room made her turn, and I pounced on my
victim who had been so easily distracted. Tangling her up within my arms and
rolling her on the bed made her regain her sense of what was happening in
this room. Despite my friend that had began his voyage in the next room, I
had only began with this tiny pigeon that belonged to the General. Her
breath was of heavy alcohol, which had to be expected, given the company.

Other than that, her shoulder length blonde tresses had almost completely
shielded her eyes from the surroundings. She sneered an evil hiss as her
pupils continued to grow with the fear.  As I righted myself, pinning her to
the bed, she begin spilling forth chatter of how the General would skin my
black ass and make an umbrellas with me on it for her. I laughed as I
continued to stare at this helpless girl. She spat in my face as I continued
to hold her against her will in what was no battle of brawn, but a time of
submission.

 As she continued her onslaught of absurdities of how this is the only way I
could ever experience a real woman, I continued to watch her pupils begin a
battle of stay enlarge and begin the long plight of retreat. She wore down
quickly, not a Native woman obviously. Still, the game has been lost and she
surrenders as I begin to lean my hardening dick against her crotch. She can
feel the hardness that I have achieved from taking this young vixen. The
spoils of war can have it's rewards. She was it. As I begin to move harder
against her, she begin to bite her lip while still slinging out obscenities
of her pureness and  hatred to my people. As I leaned down, she bit my earl.

This caused my to lean up and stare into the eyes of this wild female
again. Maybe I had under estimated my quarry, I felt her try to force her
arm up, though not strong enough to move me. I again leaned hard against her
to force hr back down. The shifting and struggling had my loin covering
around my waist. This left my hard dick pinned between my stomach and her
mound. My extra efforts were starting to be rewarded with less fight and
more cooperative leg movement. She still continued to call me a filthy beast
and nigger, that was in her mind I guess.

 Then she leaned up and locked her lips on mine. Her tongue started to enter
my mouth and touch my tongue. This is not a common practice in our village.
Her hands begin to search my stomach and waist to fiddle around with my loin
covering. Her fingers reached down and made contact with my dick. This was
enough to divert my attention from aggressor to compassionate. I felt a
feeling of compassion for my new slave, as all warriors do when they capture
someone. I wanted this woman for my own. I wanted her in my tribe, to travel
with me, to make my bed and be my home. As I looked into the pupils of this
woman who had started to push fear out of her mind, I started to release my
grip on her arms. As her shoulders started relaxing, she leaned up and
kissed me. This began the demise of my people.

 The more she relaxed, the more she begin to moan and start to grind her
hips against me. We natives are not big kissers, that is not what the mouth
was created for. Yet, this woman taught me something new when her tongue
entered my mouth and her hand grabbed my penis. I started responding by
trying to push my tongue back into her mouth. As she continued to pull at my
now growing dick, I reached down to grab a handful of this woman's left
breast. This produced another sound from our bonded lips, so I did it again.

Hmmmm, this seems to work nicely. As we continued to roll around on the bed,
I pulled the gown from her shoulder to reveal the treasure that had filled
my hand. The beautiful mound of shaking flesh that was adorned with a pink
tip, totally different from the dark skin that had filled my eyes and memory
all my life. As I leaned down to place the budded tip in my mouth, she begin
to say yes over and over.

 Though English meant nothing to me, the tone in her voice was what told me
to continue on. As I slid up again, my hard dick now rubbed against a moist,
furry surface. This woman had spread her legs and was now moist as a dew
covered morning. The smell of lust had filled my nostrils and placed my hips
into automatic fuck mode. Everything my penis touched caused me to thrust.

Her hand made me jump, the fingers that squeezed my dick made me jump, when
it rubbed as she guided it lower to her wetland I jumped, after I found a
moist tight entrance, then I thrust. This caused her to scream as half of my
manhood entered this young woman. Her fingernails begin to dig into my arms
as she held on to keep from being pushed out from under my thrusting hips. I
started to rock like our ponies do when working up a hard nut from deep
within. I started hearing a banging on the wall, followed by more feminine
screaming. I knew this had to be my friend next door knocking the hell out
of the white woman in the next room. I removed myself from this plowing to
turn the woman over and allow us to make babies as the dogs do. Guess this
is something new for the town women, because she seemed lost until she found
me probing around back there.

 She reached back and guided me to her pussy and pushed herself back on me.
I held onto the frame of the bed as this woman begin to learn very quickly
what this position was all about. The bed again begin to bounce off the
wall, making noise as we fucked like rabbits.  I reached under and begin to
squeeze her tits hard as we continued to fuck. I could feel the strong
yearning for release starting deep in my belly. I was going to give this
woman a son. We continued to hump each other while she was clawing at the
walls and pulling on the bed covers. The strong paternal instinct was
working it's way into my chest. The pounding of her ass against my thighs
was starting to force me back with each hard bounce. I could feel her juices
starting to run down my thighs as it exited her pussy on my dick. The hard
feeling had moved into my throat and was heading for my brain as I felt the
swelling of my banging nuts as the were about to accomplish their duty.
Something about don't cum in me was what the white woman was babbling as the
means for giving life came to the eruption point. As the deep guttural
sounds rose from my voice, she started screaming, 'Oh God no. Oh no..

 As she leapt from the bed, I heard gunshots from next door and our wild,
alarm, attack call that we yell. That was when the door burst open as I was
leaping for the window. Custer and his men had returned. Leaping from the
porch of the hotel, I helped my brother get to his feet as we ran through
the alley to the back of the stables. On our ponies yelling, was the last
site they saw of two rogues heading out. Sopping pussies on two of their
women, including the special whore set aside for the General himself, was
what caused a revenge attack on Little Big Horn. 9 months later could not
have been any better for her either. Was it worth it? Ask the General.

