Chapter 21: The whores come to Red Rock
The round-up finally over, dozens upon dozens of horny cowboys began to converge
on Red Rock for pussy, whiskey, poker and shoot-outs. Lilly's whores had arrived
earlier in the afternoon from Sackville and taken up rooms in the Loomis hotel.
Later, they would stroll down to the cantina and pick up some cowboys and bring
them back to their rooms. And later -- much later -- when no one cared about
appearances any longer, the whores would stay in their rooms and merely have to
open their doors to select from a long line of randy cowboys who would be
waiting with two dollars and a hardon.
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When the whores had first arrived that afternoon, the beautiful Ish-kay-nay,
shaman-warrior of her tribe and second in power under Gray Wolf, stood naked,
save for knee-high moccasins, on a rocky ledge watching through a pair of
military binoculars. Encamped behind her were a hundred or more young warriors,
equally naked, lounging about and eagerly awaiting nightfall.
It is good, she thought, lowering the glasses.
The eyes were dark brown and glittering with a keen intelligence. The eyebrows
were plucked as well as the eyelashes, the custom among the Apache, both male
and female. Her thick, shinny, black hair hung halfway down her back to a narrow
waist that could be encircled by a man's two hands. She held the binoculars
loosely against her left thigh and placed her right hand on her cocked hip
slowly letting her gaze drift to the vast desert beyond.
The white eyes -- los ojos blancos as the Mexicans called them, pin-dah-lickoyee
to the Apache -- would be drunk tonight. And the moon would be full. A good
night to attack.
She turned toward the encampment, square-shouldered, chin held high, her hips
swaying provocatively as she walked. She cast a proud glance among the
surrounding ravines and outcroppings. To the untrained eye a yucca plant, a
mesquite bush, the tan grasses or the sage were just that and nothing more, but
to Ish-kay-nay they were Apache warriors, hidden from enemy view. No one could
come within a thousand yards of their encampment without being seen.
She strode purposefully among the scattered groups of warriors knowing their
averted eyes would be fixed on the lush curves of her firm, young body as soon
as she wasn't looking. She didn't mind. Her beauty was a source of power and one
she knew how to use well when she wanted to. Her full breasts jiggled tautly as
she stepped over the rough, rock-hewed terrain. Consciously she allowed her hips
to move even more seductively and heard appreciative murmurs come from behind
her. She glanced over her shoulder and gave a nearby group of braves a taunting
look, but continued on until she came to a young Indian lying on a red blanket
off to himself.
She kneeled down next to him and looked at the freshly healed scar on his
stomach. The white man who called himself John Green had saved her young
brother's life, at least until she had had a chance to use her healing arts on
him.
Bear Claw studied her profile as she poked and prodded around the scar. He no
longer felt any pain. The soft palm of her hand brushed against his limp cock .
. . and brushed again. His organ quivered slightly.
"I'm healed now. I can fight." He spoke brashly, but she saw a need for
confirmation in his wavering gaze.
"Hmm, perhaps it is so," she replied keeping her face expressionless. "You heal
fast, my brother."
Her hand brushed against his cock once more. This time a noticeable jerk caused
the organ to rise slightly off his hard belly. He was powerless to stop it. Was
his sister teasing him? If she knew his need for a woman she would not be so
cruel. She would take pity on him. She would not tempt him so. She would -- but
what could a sister do to ease a brother's longing? He tried to push out the
thoughts and images that had suddenly arose in his mind. His sister's hand was
so soft and warm. Her skin and hair as she bent over him smelled of heart wood,
sage and mountain heather. His cock stiffened even more. God, if she kept
rubbing him he was going to cum, and she would know the evil thoughts he had.
"Dee-dah (you) have been lucky, my brother."
"Shee-dah (I) know, Ish-kay-nay."
The general term for a young woman who has not received her proper name is
ish-tia-nay, but his sister had been a tomboy and had refused to accept a
designated name when the time came -- showing a fierce spirit of independence --
and so she was called by the male term for boy, ish-kay-nay. Like all warrior
women in the Apache tribes, she did not perform any of the duties of a squaw and
was considered the equal of any male warrior. And since the Apache have a
reverence for those of great beauty she was elevated to an even higher level in
which she never was expected to perform the slightest menial duties. She was
treated as if she were a princess. Also, having acquired the shaman's art from
her great uncle, she became second only to Gray Wolf in power and was as feared
as he in combat. She had taken her first scalp when she was thirteen. But even
more importantly she had earned greater honors by conducting the highest number
of coups in her tribe.
She moved her face closer to examine the scar. He could feel her warmth on his
belly. Her left breast touched his hip bone. The nipple grazed the tender skin
coming off the slope and brush against his cock which was fully hard now.
He gasped deeply as her hand encircled it and squeeze tightly, loosen and
squeeze again. She continued doing this until he thought his cock would explode.
Spasms of pleasure raced up and down his spine colliding and ricocheting wildly,
churning his lust into a frenzy. He pushed his meat up into her moist palm and
began hunching it.
His sister was seducing him! He couldn't believe it.
He wanted to fuck his beautiful sister more than anything he had ever wanted.
But would she let him? Was she playing with him? She had to! She had to! Or he
would die! She was like a goddess. Her body so beautiful. He would die to cum in
her.
Oh, beautiful sister have mercy on me! Fuck me or I will die! Please do not let
me die without fucking you! I beg you! Please!
She straddled his waist. He could feel his cock lever up against the crack of
her ass.
Oh, Great Spirit! It was happening. He was going to fuck her.
They were in a secluded area near a large boulder. No one could see them. She
leaned forward touching her breasts to his chest. Her rich, black hair rained
down shrouding their faces. Her lips touched his. The point of her tongue moved
between his lips. Her slender fingers became entangled in his long dark hair.
Her nails raked lightly across his scalp.
Bear Claw's lust made him grow bold. He gripped the back of her head and forced
his tongue deep into her mouth. She squirmed against him. Eager. Excited. He
could hear her breathing becoming ragged and labored. He was turning her on.
He lowered his free hand to his cock where it palpitated against the warm flesh
of her ass. Gripping it tightly he tried guiding it into her cunt and after
several attempts the head suddenly slipped in between the soft pussy lips. She
was so wet that he was in before he realized it. Her cunt tightened around the
head like a vice. With greater effort he managed to push his cock farther into
her and heard her groan deeply, hungrily, as their tongues entwined.
She hunched her cunt against his cock forcing him deeper inside her. She was
taking all of him. Wildly she squirmed on top of him, writhing and twisting.
Sitting up suddenly she sank down on the few remaining inches of his cock and
began to rotate her hips while bobbing up and down, dragging her nails across
his muscular chest. Her face was contorted with lust and glistened with beads of
sweat that dripped onto her tits and coursed down her firm belly to mingle with
the sweat on her brother's.
"Oyah! Oyah!" she exclaimed, clenching her smooth, white teeth.
Her pussy spasmed around his cock, and he knew she was cuming. In a frenzy she
moved up and down on his stiffness bringing them both to a shuddering,
paralyzing climax. His balls tightened against the base of his cock in a sudden
gut-wrenching rush of pleasure -- that powerful release of tension -- as cum
shot through his cock tube filling her hot, tight pussy.
Sister collapsed into brother's arms, their hot, sweaty bodies stuck together in
the afterglow of abandoned lust.
Slowly the sun circled toward the west keeping warm their naked flesh.
"You are ready for combat, my brother," she whispered raggedly in his ear.
