1 comments/ 46945 views/ 6 favorites Naked Sara's Ch. 03: Apaches By: MLG52 Elizabeth had been with us just over week. My brothers and I were a little surprised that nothing really changed after all. Ma still wanted us to do her a couple of times a day; she was just a bit more considerate about where we did it until Elizabeth got used to our routines, or decided to leave. The only exception was after dinner. During the day, Ma would wait for us in her garden on the side of the cabin with no windows. She'd be bent over, or on her knees, tending to vegetables and we'd move in behind and do her that way. Or she'd motion for us to follow her to the far side of the corral, with horses in between us and the cabin, then lean forward and hold on to the fence post as she'd always done. After dinner, she would just close the cabin door so Elizabeth wouldn't have to watch while we did Ma on the porch. But I know for a fact she could hear us out there, especially Ma. Elizabeth would rarely come out of the cabin. If she went to the outhouse, or to the pond to wash up, she would keep her eyes pointed toward the ground just in case we were doing Ma in the yard, I guess. She'd been able to get used to watching Ma go around naked. Elizabeth would talk to her on the porch or at the dinner table as though nothing was unusual. Only once in awhile would we catch her staring at Ma's big tits. By the time she'd been there almost 2 weeks, Ma said Elizabeth asked her how she'd come to be that way; naked and letting her family do her right out in the open in front of everyone else. They sat down together on the edge of the porch. Ma told her about Miss Mary Jane at school, how she learned not to be afraid to show her body, how to please a man and get a man to please her. She told her stories about her and Pa; they'd always enjoyed fucking out in the open air. They'd done it out in the desert, on large boulders at the top of the local mountains, on horseback, lying in a shallow creek, in the back of a wagon. Ma laughed and said, "Just about everywhere we could think of. But I'm sure we haven't run out of places, yet." Ma also shared the experience with the outlaws, describing what happened in pretty complete detail. If her sons hadn't been around to see everything, it might have been different. But Ma was certain that Sanchez would kill them, especially if he and his men believed they didn't get what they wanted from her. She told Elizabeth that's when she decided to just strip naked in the yard, right in front of all those strangers. She knew they were going to fuck her over and over, and told them they might as well get on with it. She said they were impressed by her huge titties, and played with her body in the yard before they got started. One of the gunmen even said the titties were bigger than a cow's udder. Ma recalled how they made her bend over and pull her ass cheeks apart so they could get a better look at her asshole and the underside of her cunt. After that, Ma said, is when Sanchez made Pa and us boys strip down, too. He wanted Ma to watch our peckers get hard when we saw her getting fucked; he wanted the whole family to feel humiliated, especially Ma. Elizabeth also heard about when the other boys were told to suck on her tits while she lay flat on her back, and how I had to get down between her legs and start licking. "They tied my wrists and elbows to the hitching post, so my ass was sticking out. That's when they started fucking me, one after another. I couldn't look back; I had no idea whose dick was in me, I just felt the constant pounding. But I liked it, a lot. I kept climaxing; couldn't help myself. Like he told Mr. Elson, I was 'howling like a coyote.' I didn't want it to stop." Ma paused, and looked at Elizabeth. "When they were through fucking me, they'd come around front and have me lick them clean, their cum and mine. I sucked on 'em like a new born calf. The pounding in my cunt made me look for cocks to suck." "If Sanchez and his men had just taken me when the boys were in town and not watching, I probably would still be wearing clothes. But the boys had already seen me naked from every angle. Pa and the boys where there, naked too, watching the men pumping me and sticking their peckers in my mouth. When Sanchez had them start doing things to me, too, I guess that's when I realized it didn't matter anymore." Ma said, "I didn't care who saw me naked, and I didn't really care who was fucking me anymore. Sanchez was right about another thing. The boys had never seen a naked woman before; they grew up out here so there wasn't anyone else to show them. They didn't know anything about sex. At least I had Miss Mary Jane. Joseph and I discussed it and decided since the boys had already been forced to fuck me and watch me get fucked by all those men, and they'd sucked on my pussy and my ass, there was no reason they shouldn't keep doing it." Elizabeth reached out and placed her hand on top of Ma's leg to show she was beginning to understand. Ma looked back at her, touching her hand, too. "So, the boys are learning how to please a woman, getting used to seeing a naked body, and I'm getting fucked several times a day. It's actually a very good arrangement. Joseph and I enjoy sex together more than ever. I'm usually sloppy and wet by the time he gets his turn, and he's hornier than a rooster most of the day just thinking about it." "When those men were here, Joseph discovered he really liked seeing me getting fucked. And when I was lying on my back, with men on top, I looked up at the rest of them standing around watching me. Letting them see me cum over and over, and being loud and not holding anything back, that was the most incredible part of the whole thing. I found out I love to be watched when I'm fucking and cumming. I wanted them to watch me spread my legs, I wanted to pull my cheeks open wide so they could see my asshole. But most of all, I loved looking at their faces while they were watching me get fucked. It was like I was in control." "I'm sure that's sounds strange to you. None of this would have happened if we were still in Baltimore. But we raised the boys out here where there really aren't any rules, just survival. Since we never know when life will end, there's no reason to worry about society's rules." "Sanchez could have done what he done and killed us all anyway. I guess we're just lucky they seemed to have a good time. I have no doubt those men will be back some day; at least those that don't get themselves killed somewhere along the way. And I know there will be others that hear about what happened and come out here for the same reasons. But if I'm already naked and willing, they aren't as likely to feel like they have to force me and hurt my family." Ma smiled over at Elizabeth. "Besides, I want it anyway, so why not give it away with no fussing or struggling?" They got up, hugged each other, and went about their chores. After that, Ma decided it would be alright to go ahead and keep fucking out in the open like we had been. At first, we'd occasionally see Elizabeth glancing out the window to watch us. Soon after, she would just stand in the open doorway of the cabin, and not try to hide the fact she was looking while we did it. Two days after that, she told us at dinner that there would be no need to close the door when we went on the porch. The next night at dinner, Elizabeth brought up the subject at dinner table. "Uncle Joseph, I talked the other day with Aunt Sara. I think I understand why she decided to be, uh, nude. Perhaps she's right; maybe there is nothing wrong with that, especially out here. She also said no one should be ashamed for liking, or loving... sex, and letting that show. I've only had one experience with a man who was courting me back home. That one time didn't last very long." She looked around the table at each of us, then down at her plate, and spoke softly: "I guess there's no harm in all of you knowing I am not a virgin. We were at a party at a friend's house. We went off by ourselves into the garden. He played with my breasts a little, and then I let him lift my dress, pull down my bloomers, and just, well... just stick it in. We were both standing up, it took only a minute or two, and he made a mess on me and left. I was embarrassed and scared he would talk about it. But he quit courting me, and never said a word about it." Elizabeth was waiting until we were all looking back at her. "I know how Aunt Sara feels. But I'm interested to think what each of you think about this... arrangement. Do you feel strange or sorry all that happened to your Ma? Would you rather it went back to the way it was before she was... taken by all those men? How did it make you feel when she stood there naked in front of me and the man who drove me out here? Evidently he'd heard the story in town. But no one said anything to me, so I was very shocked when I saw this woman standing in the yard, bare-ass naked, with really large breasts, just talking to us like it was a church social! I'm not saying it was wrong, or right; I just wasn't prepared for it, that's all." Richard glanced at Pa, and then responded to Elizabeth. "I think all of us like things the way they are, even Pa. Before those men came and... did Ma like they did, we'd never seen a woman without her clothes on. We never had sex before, and didn't really have any idea what it was like or how everything worked, at least on the woman anyway. Now we get to watch her every day, walking around with nothing on, and letting us do her pretty much anytime we feel like it. Ma's told us she really likes sex. She seems to enjoy doing it a lot, especially when people are watching her... get fucked." "What about you, Harold?" Elizabeth asked. Harold told her, "I guess I like being able to just walk up and play with her titties or her... pussy whenever I want. Then she'll bend over or get on her back and let me do her right there. I don't have anything else to judge by. But I think Ma's right; there's nothing wrong with liking to fuck. It may not be ladylike, but Ma doesn't hold back when we're doing her. She moans and squeals and yells, and she humps her pussy or ass right back on us hard. You probably heard her when she's out on the porch with us at night." Elizabeth nodded, and looked at me. I took a quick glance at Pa, then turned to Ma, talking directly to her in answer to Elizabeth's question. "Ma, I agree with the other boys. I like our lives this way. But since the first day I saw you naked, when Sanchez came, what I like best, other than... doing you, is watching your titties. I watch them jiggle when you walk or do chores. I can't help staring at them when somebody is doing you. When you're on your back with your legs spread, your titties roll around on your chest." I made sure Elizabeth wasn't going to say I was being disrespectful, and continued. "When they do you from behind is best; I like to look at you from the side. Your titties hang down almost to your knees when you're bent over, and almost touch the ground when you're on your knees. Sometimes they swing back and forth like a bell. Sometimes they swirl around and around, and it looks like when you're mixing batter in a bowl. And sometimes, the tops where they connect to your chest go one way, and the nipples go the other way. They're so big; they pull down like a huge rock at the bottom of a sock, with the tops a little thinner than the bottoms, and the nipples bulging out and pointed." "Thank you, boys. I think Elizabeth has a better insight to our lives from your points of view. Would you agree, Elizabeth?" Ma asked. She blushed and smiled back at all of us. "Yes, thank you for being so frank with me. I'm still not ready to be naked or do the other things your Ma does. But I would like to sit on the other side of the porch after dinner tonight, and watch, if nobody minds." Ma looked around the table, and saw nobody had any disagreements about that. "Certainly. Tommy, take another chair out on the porch while the other boys clean up. Set it on the other side, not too close to be uncomfortable, but close enough Elizabeth can see what she wants to." Pa went out first, then Ma and me with the chair. I set it down across from where Ma was starting to lay down on her back. By the time Elizabeth sat down, Ma already had her knees apart, pointing straight at Elizabeth. She didn't say anything; just let Elizabeth stare at her floating tits and waiting cunt. Ma motioned for Pa to put his face down and start licking her to get her ready. I was standing not far from Elizabeth, and we watched as Pa's head went up and down, and Ma's hips started going up and down, too. In a few minutes, she groaned and pulled her knees up higher so Pa could get in a little deeper. When Pa was done, Ma was sloppy as usual. She waved me over. I didn't think about it much that Elizabeth was right there watching. I just pulled my britches down to my knees and crawled up between Ma's legs. She reached up and guided me in, with a soft moan I don't know whether Elizabeth heard or not. I started pumping away while I squeezed her tits below me. Since we'd been fucking on a regular basis for a couple of months, I learned how to hold out quite awhile. It seemed like Ma had two, maybe three, orgasms before I was finished. By that time, Richard was ready to take my place. Then Harold, then Pa. After he pulled out, Ma lay there letting Elizabeth watch the ooze coming out of her crotch. Ma slowly rolled over, and pulled her butt cheeks apart. Elizabeth gasped a little, probably not expecting to see that yet. Ma turned her head to the side, and said, "I want to have my ass fucked tonight, too. Might as well let Elizabeth see you do that to me before she changes her mind about being out here." Richard reached between her legs and scooped a load of cum up and worked it around and into her asshole. Ma just moaned like she was getting a massage or something. I guess in a way she was. Richard put his pecker at the hole, and slowly pushed until the head popped through. He and Ma moaned at the same time, and then he began pumping her ass. Elizabeth had not said anything since coming out on the porch. When I glanced over at her, she saw me looking but did not take her hands away from her breasts or her crotch. She was massaging herself, I guess you could say. The four of us finished filling Ma's ass. Harold volunteered to get down and clean her up, back and front. Before he started, he spread Ma's ass cheeks one more time so Elizabeth got a good look at the white goo coming out of her back hole. Ma moved her ass in a small circle; Harold's cue to get started. She had one more orgasm left in her. Ma rolled back over so Harold could clean her front. When he was all through, she looked up between her spread legs and asked, "Are you alright, Elizabeth?" Elizabeth gave a shy smile, and said "Yes. Thank you for letting me watch. I learned some things, and I need time to think about it all. Thank you." She got up and went back inside. Ma lay her head back down, then looked over at me and laughed. "I told her I like being watched, didn't I?" We laughed together. Elizabeth sat out on the porch again the next night. She fondled herself again, was breathing kind of hard, but I don't think she had an orgasm. The next morning Pa said he was going into town for supplies, and taking Richard and Harold to help load the wagon. He invited Elizabeth to join them. "Go ahead. It might do you some good to get a change of scenery for a few hours," Ma told her. "But I doubt there's any naked people there," giving us all a good laugh. She climbed up in the front seat next to Pa; Richard and Harold jumped in and sat in the back seat. Ma and I waved as they left the yard, and went about our chores. **** I was over by the corral mending tack, when I was grabbed from behind. I was able to yell for Ma before a hand covered my mouth and the other held a knife to my throat. I couldn't see who was behind, holding me. But I did see the rest of the Apaches circling the yard. I was sure Ma and I were as good as dead. Ma ran to the door of the cabin, and stepped carefully off the porch. She stood there for a moment, then waved her hands in the air and said, "No. Please wait. Please, just wait." I didn't think they understood English, so I was hoping they were getting her hand signals! She reached down and lifted a tit in each hand, moving them up and down like she was weighing them or something. Then she held them out to the Apaches, just like if she were offering them a pan of cornbread or biscuits. "These," she said. "Do you like these? You can touch them if you want, play with them, suck on them, whatever you want. Just don't hurt us." Then she carefully lifted her hands in the air, turned about a quarter of the way around and eased down on her knees. Ma leaned forward while at the same time reaching back to pull her ass cheeks apart. It occurred to me that might be taken as an insult to the Indians. But then she went down on hands and knees, and beckoned them forward with one hand while displaying the underside of her pussy with the other. "Come," she said. "Please, you can fuck me or anything you want. Just don't hurt us. Let him go and I will fuck you as much as you want. Please, just let him go." By now I realized they did not speak English, but her gestures were clear in any language. The one holding me pushed me to one side, and said something to the one who grabbed me. I was taken to the fence post, had my pants yanked down to my ankles, and had rope wrapped tightly around me with my hands at my sides. My pecker was pushed up against the wood. I knew as soon as I watched them start on Ma, I was going to get splinters. I'm sure that's what they had in mind. Ma continued to urge the one who released me to come forward, to see and feel her pussy. She smiled nodded her head. "Yes, come on. It's alright. Yes, keep coming. Please." He got on his knees behind her, reached his hand up onto her pussy and squeezed. I could see clearly from where I was tied. Ma gasped and clenched her teeth, but managed to push her ass back on him and encourage him to do more. He slapped her pussy hard. She gasped again, but this time put her hands between her legs and spread her cunt lips and wiggled her ass a little. Just put it in, I thought. The Apache pulled his pecker out of his loincloth, and shoved it in, thinking it would hurt her because she would be dry. But three of us had already fucked her before Pa and the others left, so she was wet and ready. Ma began pumping back and forth on his dick for all she was worth. At the same time, she was looking up at the others gathering around and smiling. Ma started moaning and breathing hard, which made the Apaches point at her and start talking. She squealed and shook as she came, which made the guy inside her cum at the same time. He pulled out and put his pecker away. Ma was already inviting the next one to take his place. I was getting splinters watching all seven of them do her. What especially did me in was watching those tits wildly flopping around. Ma wanted to give them a good show as well as a good fuck. Our lives depended on it. After the last one pulled out and packed it away, Ma went down to her elbows and knees. Her tits were on the ground, rolling a little in the dirt as she was trying to catch her breath and waiting for whatever they wanted to fuck next. One of them ran up and pointed to dust on the horizon; someone was coming, but it would probably be an hour or more before they got here. Whoever it was didn't realize what was going on or that we were in danger, so they wouldn't be in a hurry to get to us. Apparently Ma had just fucked a scouting party. They didn't want to stick around to battle; they preferred to wait until they had the advantage. Naked Sara's Ch. 03: Apaches She was still resting on her elbows with her ass in the air when two Apaches grabbed her under the arms and pulled her to the porch. Another was throwing ropes over the rafters outside. They were going to hang us before they escaped! Ma's hands were tied behind her back, and they positioned her under the rafter between the two center support beams. She looked over at me and shouted, "I love you, Tommy. Don't be afraid." We'd been told during several trips into town that Apaches admired courage, and the worst thing you could do if they got you was to show fear. It took everything I had not to cry out. My pecker hurt like hell; I was certain it was bleeding, too. Two of them pulled the ropes down in front of Ma, one on either side. But they didn't make nooses. Each one held up a big tit, and jiggled them hard, chattering and laughing with the others. They took the ropes from above and began wrapping them tightly around the titties, starting from the chest outward. I watched the fronts bulging out and turning red; even from where I was I could see the nipples popping out farther than I'd ever noticed before. Ma struggled a little from the pain, but did not scream or cry out. I could also see she had her teeth clenched and her lips pushed together hard. When they finished wrapping her tits until only a couple of inches were visible on each, two men behind her pulled on the ropes from either side! She was soon dangling by her tits from a rope on each one, pulled a little to the outsides to separate them. It was very strange to see her nipples pointed in different directions. By the time she was about six inches off the ground, they looped two more ropes around her ankles and pulled them to the support posts. Ma was hanging by her tits with her legs pulled wide apart. Cum was dripping out of her into a puddle on the porch. One of the men pointed to it and said something, causing laughter all around. She still hadn't screamed, but I could tell she was very worried now. Were they going to cut us up? We'd also heard about their prisoners being skinned alive and then roasted while they were still breathing. I almost passed out; I did not want to see what that looked like, and I prayed they killed me first so I wouldn't have to watch Ma. One of the old timers told us the Apaches tortured the women first while the men looked on; it made the men feel helpless and impotent just before they were tortured to death, too. An Apache appeared from the shed carrying a thick leather strap we used to secure horses when they were getting shod. This was cause for cheering and more laughter. He handed the strap to the leader and backed off the porch. I watched as he started pelting her ass, stroke after stroke. Each one made her push her cunt out and pulled harder on her tits. Ma gasped and moaned with every stroke, but didn't yell. I could see tears streaming down her cheeks, though. After about 18 or 20 strokes, he moved around to the front of the porch, and started whipping her tits. They looked like they were about to burst anyway from being tied so tight and her yanking on them when he whipped her ass. The visible portions turned redder, then dark purple. The nipples would start to slowly recover and pop back out before they were hit again and again. By now there were small cracks and trickles of blood. Ma just hung her head and waited for the blows. I hoped her tits were numb by now; I had no way to imagine her pain. The Apache in charge moved away from the porch a step or two. He didn't hesitate before he lashed hard up between her legs; I could hear the splat of the cum squishing out of her when it hit. This time Ma could not keep from crying out; he slapped it over and over. Each stroke was as hard as the one before, causing her to yelp in time with his blows. Her cunt and inner thighs were now almost the same color as the tips of her tits. The Indian had a huge, cruel grin; he was enjoying this. He probably would have kept whipping her until she had no cunt left; he and his men had already had their share of her pussy, so why save it for the next man, or men? The only thing that made him stop was the lookout shouting a warning. The dust cloud indicated someone would be here in 20-30 minutes. Their band was too small to fight soldiers; they would wait until there were more Apaches, and they could set up an ambush. Before they left, the leader strode over to me, and started whipping my ass, too. This drove my pecker up and down the fence post; I gritted my teeth and tried not to pass out. When he jumped on his horse and rode away with the others, I looked over at Ma. Her head hung low on her chest; maybe she was lucky enough to pass out when her pain got to be too much. I could tell she was still alive; her chest moved slightly as she breathed. I called out to her, but she didn't answer right away. So I watched to see who was coming. "Ma, it's Pa and the boys. Ma, can you hear me? It's Pa. We're going to be alright! Can you hear me, Ma?" I yelled. She lifted her head about half way, looked in my direction and nodded slightly. "I'm fine. I'm going to be just fine," I barely heard her whisper. Then her head sagged to her chest again. As soon as Pa saw Ma strung up spread-eagle on the front porch, he slapped the horses into a dead run. In just minutes, he was off the wagon and ready to cut Ma down. She heard him run up, and whispered, "Wait, Joseph. Not yet. We have to do this easy or it'll hurt worse. Undo my legs first, and let them hang straight down for a minute so the blood starts to circulate again." He had Richard cut one leg loose and gently lower it while Pa did the other one. Now Ma was swinging slightly back and forth from her tits. "Wait a minute until I stop swinging, and then very slowly lower me 'til my feet are flat on the ground." When Pa and Richard loosened the ropes holding her up, she dropped not quite an inch. That's when she screamed; Ma had been able to hold it in until the Indians left; now she could scream and cry all she wanted. Harold and Elizabeth scrambled over to untie me. As Harold helped pull me away from the post, Elizabeth knelt down and gently lifted my pecker up to examine it! She was holding and looking closely at my penis. "You've got quite a few splinters, but it's not too bad. I'll get some tweezers." She ran behind Ma, paused to notice she was still swinging by her tits, and went inside and started rummaging around. Pa finally had Ma flat on her feet. He quickly untied her hands, and she rubbed her wrists to restore circulation there, too. "Now that the weight is off them, let's let my tits be for a few minutes." Ma staggered over to the chair on the porch and eased herself down, dragging the ropes with her. Harold led me back toward the cabin just as Elizabeth was coming out with the tweezers and a needle! "Lay him out in the sunlight, Harold, so I can see what I'm doing," she said. He sat on my arms; Richard came over to sit on my legs, and said, "This would not be a good time to be jumping around or squirming!" Elizabeth lifted my penis and started working on the splinters. From the concentration on her face, it looked no different than if she were digging stickers out of a dog's paw. It took almost 15 minutes before she announced, "I think I got them all." She moved my pecker around to different angles in the sunshine to see if there were any more. This cousin I had only just met was calmly handling my penis. I never expected that to happen, but I'm sure she hadn't either. Richard and Harold helped me to my feet. "You might want to leave your pants off for a little while. It may be pretty sore, and you don't want anything rubbing on it." I pulled my pants all the way off and stood there in my undershirt. Now that Elizabeth had seen it up close, I saw no reason to be shy about letting it hang down for a day or two. Up on the porch, Elizabeth was helping Ma untie the knots around her tits. Just like she did with me, she was taking her time, being as gentle and steady as she could. Ma grabbed onto the seat of the chair like she was going to snap it in two, and just let out a long "Ayeee!" It must have hurt like hell; from the looks of them, much worse than my pecker. "Get some salve," Elizabeth said to Pa. He ducked in the cabin and came back with a jar. "Richard and Harold, come up here and help me while your Pa tends to Tommy. Uncle Joseph, can you get Tommy to lay up here on the other side of the porch? I'll put some salve on him after I get done with Aunt Sara. As you can see, she has a lot more places to work on right away." She then turned to Richard and Harold. "Get on either side of Aunt Sara. Take a small bit of this salve on the tip of a finger. Touch it very, very gently to the cracks in her breasts. Let's start with that." With the size of Ma's tits, they'd be there awhile. Then addressing Ma, "Aunt Sara, if you could slide down a little and spread your legs, I'll put some of this on your vagina." As I lay on the porch, I could see them all working on Ma. The boys were gently stroking the cracks on her tits. Elizabeth was on her knees examining Ma's cunt. I could see her tug a little on Ma's lips, and reach in with the other hand to touch it with the salve. If my pecker had not been full of splinter holes, I probably would have gotten really hard watching them fix Ma, especially seeing Elizabeth digging around in Ma's pussy. When Elizabeth was satisfied that Ma had salve in all the right places, she turned her attention to me. Kneeling beside me, she took my penis in her hands and gently started rubbing the salve up and down, looking closely to make sure it went where the splinter holes were. She took about 10 minutes to work on my pecker, never seeming to be shy or embarrassed about it. If it weren't so sore, I'm sure I would have gotten hard and shot all over her face; it was that close. Perhaps a half hour after they all backed up to let the salve work its way into Ma, she looked at Elizabeth and said, "I think it would help if I just sat in the pond for awhile. The cool water should make it stop stinging so much." She struggled to her feet and started off the front of the porch. The rope marks around her tits made them look like wood screws. "Would you like company, Aunt Sara?" Elizabeth asked. Ma smiled back at her. "That would be nice. That would be very nice." Elizabeth took one of Ma's arms around her shoulder, and helped her walk down to the water. I must have dozed off for awhile. I woke up to see Ma sitting back in the chair, still soaking wet. She generally let the desert air dry her off. This time I'm sure she didn't want anything rubbing against her skin. Elizabeth and Harold were inside fixing supper. Richard and Pa were sitting on the porch at Ma's feet, just looking at her. Pa realized he almost lost her today. She was explaining to them what had happened, how it happened; they jumped me from behind and she ran out of the cabin and saw seven of them around the yard. "I put my hands up, trying to tell them to wait or stop, not to hurt Tommy," she said. Ma rested her head against the back of the chair and continued. "I showed them my titties, Joseph. I held them up in each hand, juggled them so they'd notice how big they are. I thought sure that would be a distraction. But they stood still, not sure what I meant, I guess. So I got on my knees and showed them my ass and pussy. I waved to them to come over and do me. I reached under and pulled my lips apart to show them I was wet and wanted them. I thought sure if they could see that I would gladly fuck them and make them feel good they would leave us." "Their leader finally understood. He gave Tommy to another Indian to tie up, then came up from behind me and squeezed my cunt. He slapped it really hard. Then I wiggled it for him so he could see I wanted more. I thought, as long as I can keep them busy with my pussy, or my ass or my mouth, they'll forget about Tommy." She looked over at me and smiled. "Then one of them saw you coming back, I guess. The leader shouted something, and the next thing I know I'm hanging by my tits with my legs spread out and tied. He was beating my ass with that strap," she nodded to where they left it on the ground. "Every time he hit me, it jerked harder on my tits and pulled my legs wider. I don't know how many times he hit me. Then he started whipping my tits, harder and harder. I thought they were going to explode! But, it made me cum, Joseph. And he worked on my cunt, lashing up into me. I could see their puddle of cum below my crotch. What was left in there got slapped out with the strap. I know it doesn't sound right, but whipping my pussy made me cum twice more. As much as it hurt, and I as much as I wanted to scream my head off, it still made me cum!" Ma looked at Pa to see if he understood. "You showed up just in time. I don't believe they would have any second thoughts about skinning us. They were just trying to make my skin, especially my tits and pussy, as sensitive as possible before they did it." Ma leaned back against the chair; we all sat quietly until Elizabeth came to the door to say that supper was ready. Pa helped Ma get inside; Richard helped me to my feet. We sat at the table looking at each other. Pa broke the silence. "I'm glad everyone is alive; I'm sorry you got hurt so badly, though," looking at me, then across at Ma. Elizabeth sat next to Harold, across from me. "Aunt Sara and I had a good talk down at the pond. When we first got back here, I was just focused on helping Tommy and Aunt Sara. Only after we'd been at the pond for awhile did I have a chance to get frightened; I mean, very frightened. I never saw anything like this before; I didn't know people did this kind of thing to other people. I realized what Aunt Sara had been trying to tell me; life out here is just day-to-day. You're never sure if you'll see the next sunrise." She looked at me, then around the table. "I told Aunt Sara I could see why she went naked, and why it didn't matter who saw her that way. Out here, it doesn't make any difference whether you have clothes or not; if someone wants to... to... uh, fuck you, there's not much you can do about it. So you might as well be naked and save them the trouble of stripping you down." She smiled at Ma. "And like she said, sex is sex. It doesn't really matter who's on you, or in you. I've watched all of you do your Ma. I never heard of such things before; not something that ever comes into the conversation in Baltimore. She told me a pecker is a pecker, regardless of who it belongs to, it's still going to be a pecker. And one way or another, that pecker, all of them actually, will do everything possible to get in a... pussy, or an ass... or a mouth. Since I've got all three, it's only a matter of time before one finds its way inside of me, too. I understand that now, Aunt Sara." She and Ma smiled at each other; Ma seemed proud of her. "I'm not ready for that to happen, not just yet. But I need to start thinking about it. If I could leave, I probably would, I'm so frightened, especially when Aunt Sara told me more about what the Apaches usually do to their captives. But you are the only family I have left; and I have nowhere else to go." "We're proud to have you as part of our family," Ma whispered to her. "You took over and tended to me and Tommy when we needed it most. You more than proved your value to all of us today. We love you, Elizabeth. Thank you for coming to find us." Tears were streaming down Elizabeth's face; her lips were trembling. "Thank you; I guess I'm glad to be here, too. But I am scared, so please be patient until I get used to this country, and the things and people here that can hurt, or kill, me or us. Like I said, I don't think I'm ready yet to do all the sex things you folks do. But this afternoon, I held Tommy's... penis in my hand. I nursed your... your pussy, too. Those things weren't as bad or frightful as I imagined they might be. I just did it because it had to be done; you were both hurt badly. I didn't have time to stop and think about where you were hurt, or that what I was touching I had never touched before. Well, except my own, of course. I never even touched that other man's penis; he just stuck in then left." "I'm trying to say that I realize I'm going to have to make changes; try things I never tried, and do things I never even imagined before I got here. But I'm sure I'll be alright if I do a little bit at a time. I'm sure I can do whatever needs to be done to help around here, and I know that means... getting used to having sex, too. Aunt Sara said we could talk every day; that I could ask questions and learn from her the same way Miss Mary Jane taught her. She said that you all would be patient, too, and teach me about men." The four of us nodded our agreement; none of us were sure at that point whether she would ever be able to do anything like that, or if she did, whether she would be comfortable. We had no way of knowing whether other women liked getting fucked as much as Ma did. We also didn't know if other women did it in front of other people, or out in the open, or what the normal circumstances were. We only knew about Ma. "Aunt Sara told me I need to start by being comfortable with myself, my own body. And I have to learn to be comfortable having others look at it. I don't really know if I have a nice body, or a normal body. I saw other women occasionally when I was growing up; but I never discussed what was good, or what men wanted or anything like that. But it's the only body I have, so I've got to live with what I was given." We all broke out in laughter. Pa broke in, saying "You're right about that, Elizabeth. It's too late for any of us to get new ones." Both Ma and Pa had always been good about trying to make folks feel at ease around them. "Well, Uncle Joseph. We all have to start somewhere. I don't know how long it will take, or even if I can do... if I can, uh, fuck very well at all. But I have to find out some time, and I know that. I can't do it tonight, or tomorrow, or probably even next week. I just don't know. I talked to Aunt Sara, and I'm ready to at least take the first step." She looked over at Ma, who nodded her encouragement. "Let's all go outside," Ma said. "We can clean up later." Elizabeth led the way; Richard helped Ma to the door and the chair on the porch. "Everybody have a seat on the porch." So we all lined up, sitting on the edge of the porch. Everyone except Elizabeth. She walked out about 10 feet in the yard and turned around. She was visibly shivering. "Well, Uncle Joseph, Aunt Sara, boys. It's time you got to know me, I mean... see me... or, find out who I am. I need to find out who I am, too. Please bear with me while I work my way through this." It was still light outside; probably a couple hours before sundown. Elizabeth looked at each of us with an uneasy smile. She looked down and started unbuttoning her dress! When she got to the bottom one she hesitated for just a moment, looked up at us, took a deep breath. She eased out of the dress, and let it fall to the ground next to her. Another deep breath and she untied the chemise. Another deep breath and she pulled it up over her head. "Now comes the really hard part." Another deep breath, then two, then a third. She put a thumb into each side of her pantaloons, and slid them to the ground! She was already barefoot, so there was nothing left to remove. She stood in front of us, with her hands held tightly against her sides, fighting the natural urge for a woman to cover herself. She looked at Pa, then Harold, all the way down the line to Ma, sitting in the chair. This was only the second woman's body we'd ever seen. Elizabeth was thinner than Ma. Her hips and tummy were very slim; the tummy actually curved in a bit instead of out. Her titties were a lot smaller, maybe a little bigger than the size of Pa's two large fists when he held them together. But they appeared firm, sticking almost straight out, instead of sagging on her chest like Ma's huge ones. Her areoles were only an inch or two across; her nipples were stubbier. Naked Sara's Ch. 03: Apaches Our eyes then focused on her crotch. Ma's hair was light, and so were her pubic hairs. They were light enough and thin enough to easily see the contours of her pussy without being really close. Elizabeth had long, very dark brown hair. Her pubic hair was also dark, and thick; just a dark patch, an upside-down triangle where her thighs met her stomach. Even as bright as it still was outside, we could not really see her cunt. I'm sure the other boys were wondering the same thing: how long would it be until we got a chance to see what it looked like up close? Did it have the same lines and creases as Ma's, or were all women different. Did she have a large or small clitoris? Did they all smell the same and taste the same? Was her's as sensitive to licking and sucking as Ma's? "Why don't you turn around and let everyone see your backside, honey?" Ma asked. She slowly turned until she was facing away. She looked very nice from the rear, too. Her shoulders and back and legs were very smooth; no sags in back, either. Ma's butt hung down a little past her thighs, no doubt a factor of age. Pa told us once that everyone, even men, started to droop a little as they got older. Ma told us shortly after her arrival that Elizabeth was twenty-one. Elizabeth's rear end was tight and almost perfectly rounded. We could clearly see the line between her butt and her thighs. She turned back to face us, starting to relax a little more; her arms were no longer pinned to her sides. "Well, boys, now you've seen your second naked woman!" Ma said. Elizabeth reached down to pick up her clothes. Her titties didn't dangle like Ma's; but they still looked very nice hanging down, almost like large, rounded funnels. She took her time picking everything up; maybe she remembered what I'd said about watching Ma's tittles hanging down. She walked over and handed her clothes to Pa. "Please put these away somewhere before I get scared and change my mind, Uncle Joseph." He took the clothes from her and went into the cabin. I even surprised myself when I blurted out, "So does that mean you're going to stay naked all the time, like Ma?" "Yes. I gave Uncle Joseph my clothes so I could not go back and hide behind them anymore. I'm out here in the middle of nowhere, with just my family. And even if strangers stop by, who cares if I'm naked? Who am I kidding; I'll probably run and hide the first few times! Aunt Sara said I have to learn not to worry about being seen naked, or having people look when I walk past. She said they don't see naked women very much, so they'll probably stare at my... titties and my... cunt. But that's fine, let them stare. I'm starting to learn how to talk more freely, too, as you probably noticed." Elizabeth was getting more relaxed now, almost giddy. I looked over at Ma, and back at Elizabeth. "I hope you don't mind, but we stared at Ma for a long time before we got used to seeing her naked all the time. One night at dinner, she even put her titties up on the table so we could get a closer look." Ma started laughing, and nodded her head. "Go ahead and stare, Tommy. You all need to get used to seeing me bare-ass naked, and I have to get comfortable with you, or anyone else, staring at me." Ma noticed even my sore dick was starting to react to her standing there with nothing on. "I can see this has had an effect on all three of you, and probably your Pa, too. I'll be too sore for awhile to let you fuck me like usual, so we need to try something different until then. Harold, please go get our blanket for the porch, and bring out a small container of lard." When he returned, Ma said, "Elizabeth, you're welcome to stay and watch us again tonight or go inside if you're the least bit uncomfortable. Harold, take off your clothes and lie down on the blanket, face up." Harold did as he was told. Elizabeth helped Ma get out of her chair and move over to sit on the porch beside Harold. Ma reached over to get the lard Harold brought out. Elizabeth took the lard from her, and asked, "What do you want me to do?" Ma asked her, "Do you want to do this now, or would it be better just to watch until you're ready?" "I'm not ready to fuck anyone yet. But I've already held Tommy's penis and rubbed your cunt. So I can at least go that far I think." "Alright, then. Let's give it a try. When I get on my hands and knees, you'll need to rub lard around my asshole. We usually smear cum from my pussy before they butt fuck me. We can't use my cunt tonight, so we'll use lard." When Ma was in position, Elizabeth spread her cheeks and started gently rubbing the lard around Ma's hole.. I was sitting on the edge of the porch not more than four feet away, and had a great vantage point. "That feels really good," Ma told her. "Now, get more lard, and start working your fingers inside. Start with one, then two. You have small hands, so try to stretch my hole with four of your fingers in my ass. If you get it in deep enough, say, up to your knuckles, the peckers slide in much easier when it's time." Elizabeth moved her fingers in small circles, adding lard as she went, until she was able to put four fingers in and turn them around like unlocking a lock with a key. With her arms reaching out to Ma's ass, I had a wonderful, up close look at Elizabeth's titties. I was staring when she looked over and saw me; she smiled and looked back at Ma's ass, but didn't try to cover her titties so I couldn't see. She wanted me to stare! When Ma felt her ass was ready, she asked Elizabeth to help her get on top of Harold. She straddled him, knees on either side. "Now, can you help guide his penis in for me, Elizabeth? Are you comfortable doing that?" she asked. "I think so, Aunt Sara. I'll try." She leaned down and took Harold's pecker in one hand, spread Ma's cheeks with the other, and took aim as Ma eased herself down. She moved the head of his dick around gently, until it disappeared in Ma's ass. Elizabeth leaned back and nodded at Ma; it was ready for her to go all the way down on Harold. "Richard, you and Tommy come over here in front of me so you can see better. I think you should wait awhile until you do this, Tommy. As you know, my ass is much tighter than my cunt, and it would probably not feel good on you right now. I can lick you when I finish with Pa and your brothers; we'll see if you're too sore for that." After we were situated in front of her, and Elizabeth right next to them, Ma started slowly rocking back and forth on Harold. Even though it was small movements, her huge tits couldn't stay still. Richard and I looked at each other; we had the same thought at the same time. Elizabeth sat with her knees together on the ground. It would still be awhile before we found out what was behind that dark triangle. "My tits are still very sore, but this way I can fuck without moving them too much or having anyone laying on me. It still feels really nice, though, relaxing after such a rough day." Elizabeth was watching intently, enjoying Ma's tits rolling almost as much as we did it seemed. When Ma reminded me of our rough day, I looked around the yard, almost in a panic. The old timers say you never saw an Apache until it was too late. Were they watching us now? What would they do when they saw that Elizabeth was naked all the time, too? She said she wasn't yet ready to be fucked; but I knew the Apaches would not care about that. If they caught her, they would fuck her. And then what? I turned back to watch Ma's slowly rolling huge tits, and to stare at Elizabeth's perky, protruding titties. I wanted to concentrate on something besides the Apaches who may be watching us.