4 comments/ 57230 views/ 15 favorites Going Native By: JayTinMan I couldn't believe how stupid this was. I mean, it was one thing to make us write a paper on native languages and cultures, but to make us drive together to this stupid Indian reservation? At least we could roam free in the Indian village once we arrived. We had to walk three miles from the nearest town just to get to the damn camp! It wasn't so bad, though: The scenery was amazing once you got into the fields past the camp (I decided to explore the picturesque surroundings instead of studying the filthy camp), and I brought a large flask of Jack Daniels on the trip. I took another sip of it as I topped yet another hill past the camp. The grass was waist high and the sun was hot and annoying as hell, so I rejoiced when I saw a small stream with large trees thick on both sides of it, winding its way through the fields and hills. I took off at an easy trot toward it, unsteady from the alcohol, but clear minded and intent on getting some cool shade. I made it to the cover of the trees in no time, and my sweating body rejoiced as I stopped to catch my breath. I couldn't see the stream, but I could see the gradual slope of damp earth and sparse grass leading down to it. I walked with the slope for a while, looking up at the tree tops high above me, marveling at the almost nonexistent amount of undergrowth in the woods. The cooler environment allowed me to feel the warm, tingling sensation collecting in my groin, and I felt my cock grow flaccid. I also had a strange urge to feel the cool dirt under my feet and damp air on my chest. It wasn't a genius inspiration, then, that led to the removal of my clothes down to my boxer-briefs, and I left my attire behind. I kept my flask with me as I walked on, and drank every now and then to keep the warm feeling in my nuts. The ground grew wetter under my toes, and I saw the floor of the forest slope down at a more rapid pace once past the next giant sycamore tree. I was close to the water. I had kept my underwear on to offer support to my balls, but the friction of the cotton on my cockhead was making me hard, so I took my underwear off. I threw them off to the side in the leaves, knowing I could drive back to my apartment in my jeans, and took the following pause to further appreciate my body. I'm a pretty average guy: six feet tall with sandy blond hair that gets brown at the roots and is brown on my body. I wear a size eleven shoe, but my hand are huge with big palms and long, thin fingers to match. My eyes are a plain hazel, but I'd like to think they're more green than anything else. I'm almost the most average guy ever. Well, until you look at my genitalia. My cock is a full five inches limp, and it grows to a monster of a member at ten and a half inches erect. The head is huge and deep purple, topping my smooth shaft like a crown on a king. My manhood is big enough hard that it can't quite stick straight out, but has to point at a downward angle to the ground. It has a slight curve to the right, but I chalk that up to excessive masturbation. All in all, I love it, even though jeans can be uncomfortable to wear, and my hard-ons tend to be obvious in anything but jeans. My nuts are a good size too: slightly bigger than golf balls and hanging low in my sac. I keep my pubes shaved to add another dimension of size to my penis, but I won't touch a razor to my balls so they stay covered in fuzz. I resumed my slow walk again, cock swinging way out at a good seven inches, and I stopped beside the big sycamore at the top of the river bank. I could finally see the water below me, running swift and clear between its packed dirt banks. It was shallow enough that I probably could have walked across it without sinking below my nipples, but I was cool enough now that I didn't want to get into colder water. I finished the remains of liquor in my flask, enjoying the new warmth in my torso, and tossed it down by the stream. Then I continued my walk, enjoying my buzzed freedom, cock waving with each step. I was a little unsteady on my feet, so I found it easier to walk on the shallower slope at the top of the bank in the trees than it was to walk on the steeper, slicker ground by the water. I moved at a steady pace, weaving between the trees and feeling the air on my body and the grass beneath my feet. The river wove as well, making long, sweeping curves in the land, and making for a new visual experience around each bend. I lost track of time as I walked, concentrating on listening to the birds and watching whatever animals came my way. The warm feeling in my body dulled slightly with time, and the cool air rolling off the water reduced my cock back down to its normal five inches, if not less. This made for easier waking, and I made better time. I couldn't help but think I must be getting close to the rear of the Indian village, for I left the camp headed northwest, and then turned and followed the river back east. I thought about this for a while, wondering if I should go back for my clothes, when I rounded a sharper bend to the right and saw her. The first thing I noticed before gender or race or anything—the first thing that registered in my mind—was ass. Naked ass. Then I noticed the hourglass shape of a woman's form, and the dark-skinned complexion coupled with that unmistakable red hue of a native. These two observations alone were enough to make me slip behind a tree and look closer. I jumped quickly behind the nearest trunk and, once hidden, peered out at the miracle of womanhood before me. I could see as I ogled that she was bathing in the cool water of the stream, and I realized this must be the washing spot for the Indian village. She lifted her arms above her and squeezed water out of a piece of cloth onto her head periodically. I watched her rub some sort of soap on her shoulders and arms, and one time it certainly appeared like she was vigorously soaping her tits. She brought her hands up directly in front of her body and moved both hands in a circular motion, rubbing her womanly mounds clean. At first I was merely curious, but I took an active interest when she leaned forward to rinse off. She bent almost double at the waist so she could wash off her tits and shoulders, and all I could see was the tightest ass in the world and two puffy red pussy lips poking out from between her thighs. I had to get a closer, frontal view. I moved quietly from tree to tree, slowly working around the rest of the bend in the river. I kept an eye on her moving naked form at all times, just in case she should turn suddenly, and I marveled at her long black hair and dark skin. Something about that red tint turned me on, and it made me wonder if it made her pussy pinker. The sun still beamed down in full force, bathing her nude form in broken light through the trees. It had a great effect on my Indian fantasy's skin, giving her a dappled pattern on her smooth tan. My cock had started growing as soon as I saw that ass, and the more I saw of her, the more it grew. I swear it grew two inches at once when I saw those pussy lips. It was out at a thick eight inches, and hanging away in front of my nuts by the time I got even with her right arm and shoulder and could examine her tits. To say I was disappointed isn't quite true, but I wasn't overjoyed with what I saw. I had stopped and peered out from behind a tree, desperate for a look at her chest, and there wasn't much to see. Her boobs were small for her size, but very perky on her 5' 9"-ish frame, and just as tan as the rest of her, proving she wasn't a fan of covering up in the sun. Her nipples stuck out of her tits, their brown surface puckered in arousal from her previous administrations and the cold water. They pointed out and slightly up for at least an inch, perfectly topping her small mounds. She kept massaging her nipples, slowly rubbing her hands across her chest with soapy pleasure. Every time her hands passed over her pointy pleasure buds her head tilted back and her eyes closed in a beautiful show of sexual gratification, and my cock jumped at her reaction every time. So engrossed was she in her "bathing" that I decided to continue downstream and around the bend, slowly making my way to a point where I could face her head-on. As I walked past her and to the right, I had to turn more toward her so I could keep an eye on her, and that meant I had to divide my attention between where she was looking and where I was going. I would look to one side to make sure my way was clear, and then look to the other so I could make sure I was still hidden. I had to keep turning more and more toward her though, and walking sideways wasn't comfortable on my cock and tender sack, so I eventually just gave up looking at my path and concentrated on watching her as I tread backward. That was my mistake. I had finally walked in front of her enough to really look at her, and I liked what I saw. Her face was long and angular, and it made a striking combination with her jet black hair. She had a nice, straight nose and plump red lips that would look perfect wrapped around a cock. What really set her face off, however, were her eyes. They were the darkest I have ever seen, and seemed to stare forever into the very substance of the Earth itself, but they were flecked with a brilliant gold which caught the sun in flakes every now and then. Her neck was long and slender, and it seemed to draw one's eyes down to her dark nipples. She rubbed them still with her small palms, and my cock twitched yet again. Then she moved down to soap up a flat stomach with a hint of muscle tone when she flexed, and I saw her insert one little finger into her belly button and twist. This was an odd turn on for me, and my penis finally reached its full length and pulsed with every heartbeat. This insertion reminded me to continue lowering my gaze, and I decided to check out her pussy. When I did, I was surprised to find myself staring at a full, but carefully maintained young adult bush. It was full-grown, but carefully trimmed in a straight line along the top and away from the lips, and her whole pubic mound was filled with gleaming, coarse black hair. This triangle was penned on both sides by legs that seemed to run forever in their tanned muscular beauty before vanishing in the water. Her whole image was one of long-limbed, intensely sexual litheness, and the only word I could find to describe her after my inspection was "feline." With the sun lending that marbled complexion to her red-bronze skin, she was hot as hell in a July drought. I was still slowly making my way backward, half entranced with her body, and half looking for cover. I didn't notice, however, as the ground sloped downward behind me, and melted into the shallow river crossing on my right. This flat spot on the bank leading to the stream was also where the young woman had first stopped to undress, and she had piled her clothes up neatly. Needless to say, in my partly intoxicated, entranced, backward position I found the pile. Down I went, flat on my ass in the soft bank, with a loud "Whumph!" and there I was. There is no more vulnerable position in which a man can be seen than lying spread-eagle on the ground, buzzed, with his legs spread and a raging hard-on pointing up and out. It is in this position that she noticed me. At first, she was startled, quickly sinking down in the water and covering her pert breasts with her hands. She couldn't figure out where a strange white boy would've come from! Her surprise rapidly turned to wonderment as she noticed my nakedness and paused for a closer look. I had frozen, turning redder than her skin in embarrassment, and I hadn't even bothered to move from my spot in the dirt. I could see her facial expression turn from surprise as she saw my skin color, to shock as she saw my full naked pose, to total amazement as her magic eyes finally settled on my smooth tree of a cock, hardly diminished by my mortification. After she looked me over, she stopped to think, obviously trying to figure out how I landed in her lap. She thought over me for half a minute or so before she suddenly pulled her arms back to her sides and rose up full height out of the water, fixing me with the most glaring, powerful, dominant look I have ever seen. Then she started walking. She moved effortlessly through the water, making long strides toward my prostrate form in the dirt. She never took those piercing eyes off my cock the entire time she walked, and I fully intended to scramble up and run away, but I only made it to my feet before I looked at her again and had to stop. If I thought she had looked feline as she had bathed, it was nothing compared to how she looked now. She had those long, modelesque limbs, and they swung smoothly as she walked, water dripping off her fingertips. I could see the faint muscles on her shoulders, stomach, and legs ripple as she moved, and her stature portrayed extreme and total confidence. She had the wiry power of a long distance runner made beautiful by her deep, glittering eyes and by the water dripping off her pussy, bush, and nipples. All this strength and beauty, coupled with the spotted and speckled pattern the sun put on her skin through the trees gave her the appearance of a wild cat on the prowl. She exuded confidence through her every flowing move, and she was after my fresh meat. I was completely mesmerized, but also completely ready to satisfy her appetite. I had only made it a couple of steps back, and she easily caught up to me as she stepped out of the stream. I stuttered and gasped, trying to laugh or apologize or even look her in the eyes, but she cut me off before I got anywhere with it. She spouted a serious strand of foreign words, obviously explaining something in depth, but it was all lost on me. When she finished, all I could do was shake my head and shrug, reddening as she noticed the way my cock bounced as I moved. It had a mind of its own, and while my brain-filled head was occupied with avoiding her confident wrath, my hormone-filled one was occupied with her body. It still stood at full mast, pointing out and down at her knees, and twitching every now and then of its own volition. She noticed my embarrassment at my quivering member, and all her sternness melted away. She pointed at my cockhead and laughed. It was an angelic sound that completely melted away my anxiety, and could only be compared with the visual effect of the stream behind her. My sole urge at that point was not to hide or run any more, but to feel her. She was still babbling humorously at my fleshy organ, oblivious to my newfound confidence, so I made my move. I cut off her delightful laugh and voice with a kiss, and a vicious grind of my cock into her leg. She was shocked at first, and she stayed stiff as a board, placing her hands on my chest to push me away from my sudden and unexpected advances. She only managed a feeble shove, however, as she melted under the pressure of my mouth. She moaned slightly, shifting the position of her leg to be more comfortable on my cramped member, and turned her head slightly to allow my mouth more access. She forgot completely her dominant confidence, and parted her luscious lips to let my warm tongue invade. She slid her hands around my torso, digging her nails slightly into my back with a light groan as I ground my dick into her thigh and shoved my tongue further into the moist recesses of her mouth. She soon unclenched her hands, however, and pushed her tongue past mine for an invasion of her own, sharply twisting my nipples in retribution. I gasped, surprised at her reaction, and my cock jumped and leaked precum at the electric sensations stemming from my nipples. As I gasped, our kiss broke, both of us fighting for air. We knew talking was useless, and we both smiled at the ease with which sex bridged the language gap. Body language is similar in all cultures, and I knew exactly what she meant when she pointed from my pulsating member to her awaiting mouth. I knew I was in for a wild ride, and pushed her to her knees with one hand on her damp, black hair. She looked lost to start with, seeming not to know what to do with the fleshy, rigid tube waving in her face. I hadn't considered her virginity before, knowing by the time college starts most girls had lost theirs, but I hadn't really considered native traditions either. By the sheepish expression on her face as she stared at my awaiting member, I decided she was definitely untouched, and I enjoyed the thought that I would be her first cock. I reached down to give her direction. First I placed one of her hands on my loose scrotum, and tried to show her the motion needed to roll my nuts just right. She caught on fast, and got that motion down quickly, and then all I had to do was lower my hand slightly to get her to pull them just right. She was a fast learner and a natural to begin with, and soon she had me moaning in pleasure from fondling my sack alone. I took her other hand then, and wrapped it around the base of my dick, moving it up and down to show her the basic stroke. She caught on fast to that too, and immediately found the perfect grip strength to provide for optimum pleasure without stretching my sensitive skin. The next step for her, however, she took all on her own. I was just about to press my cockhead to her awaiting lips, seeing as how she got the stroking and rubbing down quick, when she decided to taste it on her own. She licked it like a popsicle, glistening my head with her saliva, before taking just the head in her mouth and starting to suck. She grunted and sucked like a baby at a nipple, slowly working her warm tongue on my glans. This drove me wild, and I took it farther, pushing and pulling her head up and down on my burning manhood. She gagged at about five inches, and that's all I made her take. She sucked furiously and noisily, lacking finesse but making up for it with effort. She worked like mad for the next ten minutes, rolling my balls in one hand while stroking the lower five inches of my cock with the other, and sucking and slurping excitedly on my cockhead. Her actions, innocence, and eagerness to please combined with my light buzz to make me horny as hell. I was ready to completely skip foreplay and explode her fuzzy pink cherry. I pulled her mouth off my slick cock, hearing a wet "pop!" as she released it, and I relished the disappointed look in her eye as she stared at my manhood with longing. I pulled her, looking confused, to her feet, and she made a quick bobbing motion with her head before nodding as if asking my approval of her methods. I smiled and nodded, then I pointed from my cock to her raven-haired bush, clarifying my reason for stopping the blow job. Her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped in disbelief at first, but she soon regained her old confidence and laid down in the light grass and dirt with her head reclining up the slope and her long legs spread wide. I stepped below her on the slope, preparing to go down with her, but paused to grin at her determination. She set her jaw and thrusted her hips up and out, eager for her deflowering even though it would be at the head of a monster cock. I knelt down on the damp ground between her knees, and shoved one finger far enough into her moist pussy folds to check her virginity. She squealed and pulled her hips away, but I felt her hymen and went forth, mouth smiling and cock jumping with glee. I was still astounded at her confidence. I had gone out with some of the most experienced girls in my dorm, and they refused to take my length. They just couldn't handle the thought of something as big as my cock plowing their pussies. Not that I didn't get any. I got plenty of girls to wrap their cunts around my thick club of a cock, paying some and practically forcing one. I wasn't proud to fuck her while she was still undecided about laying me, but she had teased me for the past three months. She screamed long and loud at first, but she took my whole cock, by God, and she begged for more in the morning. So I had no qualms about breaking this Indian girl's virgin wall, but I was still awed by her immediate acquiescence. Going Native I looked down at her again, her long feminine form outlined by the lush grass and the dark earth. Her chest heaved as her breaths grew heavy in anticipation, and her nipples puckered in arousal. Her smooth skin looked gorgeous as the sun played its pattern across her body, and I couldn't help but wonder why she kept the bush on, but shaved all the other body hair off. She grew impatient with me just kneeling there, and wrapped her legs around my ass, pulling me tighter against her and rubbing my cock on her thighs. She shuddered and got goose bumps at the feel of my burning hot phallus on the cool skin of her leg, but she looked up at me and smiled anyway. I loved the way her nose crinkled as she smiled. It gave her a delicious girl-next-door appearance that was accented by her enchanting eyes and smooth face, but was offset by her primal body and animalistic movements. I leaned forward, burying my cockhead in the dirt by her ass, and stared deep into her eyes. We kissed deeply again, tasting each other until our lungs couldn't take the strain anymore. She tasted sweet, and a little pungent but mostly just fresh. I could taste a small off taste that didn't match the rest of her, and I concluded that it must be reminiscent of my cock. I had never tasted my own member before, and it was a little unnerving, but also exciting. With renewed arousal, I grabbed my cock and started the deflowering. She smiled as she realized what was about to happen, and she pushed her mound against my scrotum, letting me feel her heat on my nuts. She had moist drops of juice collecting on the hair around her lips, so I knew she was wet and waiting. I pushed my ass back away from her, letting my cock fall off her mound, and I picked it up with my hand, aligning it to her dripping slit. I used my hands to stabilize her upraised ass, and slowly parted her outer lips with my cockhead. She moaned a long, low, primal cry and gently pushed back. I held this position for a while, letting my cock lube up in her pussy juice and letting her pussy get used to my manhood. I slid my head up and down in her slit, making sure to rub it hard against her clit. Her moan grew to a wail every time my burning head ran across her engorged clitoris, and her hips bucked in pleasure. Her outer lips soon pulled back from her swelling inner lips, marking her aroused state. Her clit was bright red against the dusky brown of her clitoral hood and outer labia, and it had emerged a good half inch from its normal position. She was at peak arousal and we both knew it. As I started to put more pressure on her tight cunt, she started desperately pulling and pinching her hard, dark, tender nipples. Her low moan rose to a growl every time I pushed forward, closer to taking her innocence. She had shut her eyes when I entered her outer lips, but she opened them now and looked at me with a strained smile. She stared at me in the eyes for a few seconds, hands still torturing her poor nipples, then she looked down to where my cock was desperately twitching against her loins, trying to violate her womanhood. She closed her eyes again, apparently satisfied, set her jaw in a determined position, and nodded. I hesitated no longer. In one swift motion I let go of her ass cheeks, slammed half my cock into her dripping twat, and fiercely pinched her clit with one hand. She screamed like she had been shot, and I could see the muscles in her jaw and legs twitching in effort. The birds few out of the trees around us, startled by her exclamation, and the tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. I held my ground, flexing my cock in her stretched cunt, and felt as she grew accustomed to my fullness. Her scream died to a high-pitched wail, and she squeezed my cock with her walls. I took this as a sign to move forward, and I fed more of my dick into her, raising her voice to a scream again as I thrusted farther and held my cock in her pussy. Her hands were still busy at her breasts, making them redder than ever, and they were aided by the nervous sweat that gave a whole new sheen to her dark skin. She was adjusted enough around my manhood by now to take the rest of my cock with only minimal discomfort, and I was able to start a regular rhythm as I plowed her nubile twat. I thrusted hard, grinding my hand into her hot red clit with each in stroke, shoving my fingers into her dark, wiry pubes. Her inner lips were now fully extended, pulling away from the rest of her pussy with the curve of my cock each time I thrusted back, giving her tight pussy the appearance that it was reluctant to see my dick go. I had never fucked a girl so tight before, and I was in heaven. I had one hand shoving her clit, and the other furiously massaging my sweaty nuts. I got tired of them slapping her ass with each thrust, and I loved the feeling of caressing my own balls. Her eyes were still shut tight as I went to town on her sore twat, and she still winced and squealed every time I bottomed out in her moist hole, but she was grinding against me in full force and moaning periodically in ecstasy. I rolled her over on her left side, my cock momentarily slipping out of her cunt with a loud "smack," and raised her right leg up and over my shoulder so I could get better penetration. I could now straddle her left leg, resting my nuts comfortably on her thigh, and get a perfect view of not only all her holes but her tits as well, which she was still massaging feverishly. I slid my cock easily back in her, making her moan yet again, and resumed short thrusts with minimal movement quickly in and out of her pussy. I took my left hand and started scooping up her pussy juice on my fingers as it leaked out of her sore and sopping hole around my member. Once I had two fingers lubed well, I shoved them into her puckered brown asshole. At the same time I rubbed harder on her clit with my right hand, which flooded her body with pleasure, but she still gave a weak scream and quivered as I invaded her final virginity. She had held onto her orgasm bravely, suppressing it at every thrust for a heightened experience when it came, but the combination of both my hands on her clit and in her ass, my huge cock in the twat, and her fingers on her nipples drove her over the edge. Neither of us had any warning before her body convulsed in pleasure and her pussy clamped down like a vise on my throbbing member. She screamed an anguished wail of ecstasy, and she leaked juice all down her left leg. This juice only furthered the loosening of her ass by my fingers, and my fingers only furthered her violent orgasm. This vicious cycle seemed to last an eternity with her bucking and moaning the entire time, and I could only smile as her cunt milked my cock for all it was worth. Her eyes leaked tears again, this time in pure pleasure rather than pain, and her orgasm finally stopped. All she could do was stare at me, openmouthed, and pant for breath. I decided it was time to switch holes, seeing as how my hand had loosened her perfect ass to an acceptable degree. In one motion, I rolled her over on her stomach, and pulled her firm ass up to my throbbing dick. She helped me along, using her stance on her knees and elbows to increase my leverage. She ground her pulsating nipples into the soft dirt as she pointed her ass and mauled pussy to the sky. I could feel the heat from her dripping twat on my cock, and it was surprisingly erotic. I could smell her sex from where I was at staring at her genitals, and I was determined to taste her before we were done. I think she was expecting me to plow her pussy from behind, because she jumped three feet high and shrieked when I pressed my cockhead to her slick asshole. I, however, was having none of her cowardly escaping, and I planted both hands on her thighs to hold her in place. When she realized that I was reaming her ass no matter what, she submitted to me completely, resigned to her fate. She pointed her ass back up at me and whimpered slightly, giving her reluctant consent to be ravaged in every hole by my thick schlong. Her soft whimper of acceptance rose to a grunt as I fought to get my cockhead past her anal ring. I worked for what seemed like forever, my dick bending under the pressure, before I finally penetrated her final hole. I grunted loudly as I entered her, and she gave a squeal of pleasure and pain as her ass accepted my manhood. I began to plow away. There was no slow going once my head was in, and her screams and wails filled the air each time I went balls-deep in her tight ass. My nuts smacked her pussy with each thrust, which only warmed them more and coated them in a layer of female cum and increased the pleasure for both of us. I loved the sight of her pert, red ass wriggling on my hard pole, and I pulled her to me to make my thrusts stronger. I hunched over her, removing my hands from her sides and placing them on the ground beside her shoulders. I pressed my chest to her back, and we created the image of two dogs in heat as we slipped against each other. The noises by the stream were primal in themselves, her moans mixed with my grunts, and the loud slurp of her ass on my cock and the smack of my balls on her cunt. As I realized just how animalistic we were, my masculine strength dominating her thin endurance, I felt my nuts begin to rise. They were readying themselves for the rush of cum that would accompany my upcoming orgasm. I wanted to come in her twat, so I changed positions again, moving her on her back and returning to the tried and true missionary. I thrust into her pussy again with a violent slurp, and started ramming her hard and fast. I leaned forward and stared into her cryptic eyes as she bit her lower lip and wrinkled her freckled nose in pleasure. Her moans retreated to a high pitched grunt when I left her ass, and she grunted with each thrust now that I was in her pussy. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over, putting her on top and pressing her nipples to my chest. She spread her legs out beside mine and kissed me deeply as I thirsted up into her pussy. My orgasm was imminent, and I groaned one last time before burying my cock in her cunt and pressing my mouth to hers. She closed her legs, compressing my penis, and squealed in pleasure and surprise as rope after rope of hot jizz filled her twat. Our juices ran down my cock and over my nuts as I orgasmed, my cock writhing in her sopping sheath, and a slick film was applied to my taint. I broke our kiss with a gasp as my shudders subsided and my cock began to soften inside her, shocked at the power of my cumming. She surprised me afterward by immediately turning on my body and clamping her lips on my rapidly softening cock, while at the same time lowering her dripping twat to my mouth. All she did was provide light suction and a soft tongue as she nursed my cock down to its soft state, while I devoured her. I shoved my tongue into her pussy, letting the juice run down my cheeks and chin, reveling in her heat and the taste of our sex. She was sweet and pungent, which combined well with the bitterness of my milky seed. I lapped like a camel at an oasis, enjoying the light sucking sound of my mouth on her slick slit. I had never tasted my own cum before, and it made my limp cock stir in her soft mouth. She took that as a cue to move down to my nuts and taint, applying the same gentle suction and pressure, which only fueled my ravenous appetite for our mixed nectar. We continued like this for a while, mouths glued to each other's genitals, just enjoying the flavor of ourselves. When we finally broke the sixty-nine and she swiveled back around, we both wore sticky smiles of contentment. I kissed her again, and used my hand to slip my flaccid cock back into her cleaned pussy. I enjoyed the warmth of her walls surrounding my manhood and the warmth of her body on mine. It was at this point I yawned, realizing just how tired the booze and sex had made me, and I slowly fell asleep to the sound of her sweet breaths and the swift stream. When I awoke it was late afternoon, and the sun was just starting to sink below the trees. I jumped up, my cock swinging in the cooling air, and turned to go back for my clothes before I noticed I was alone. I looked around me for my mystery native girl, but could find no evidence of her but her clothes and a strange word written in the dirt at my feet. My cock swelled slightly as I realized she had gone home naked, but my mind worked on the word, obviously native. It seemed I would have a good subject for my native language report after all. I committed it to memory and went back for my clothes. I hardly remember the walk back to and through the Indian camp and to my car. I was still in that groggy, warm, sleepy state of mind. All I could see were her eyes flaked with gold, and the feeling of her pussy and ass on my dick. My dick itself stayed partially hard the entire drive home at the memory of her, pushing down the left leg of my jeans. She was the best sex I ever had, and the memory of her body became not only my masturbatory fantasy, but the comparison for every partner I would have since. It wasn't until I remembered to translate the native word she had scrawled for me in the sandy dirt that I realized I had to go back to her. Translated, I realized the word was her name for me. In English it means "burning totem pole." I am Burning Totem Pole, and I am going native.