19 comments/ 41907 views/ 5 favorites Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 01 By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER He was early for the Earth Day celebration. His nervousness always made him punctual. Instead of pacing and wearing out the carpet at home, he preferred getting in the car and driving to where he needed to go. The drive gave him something to do and the scenery calmed his nerves. He was nervous about attending his first Earth Day party and over visiting his girlfriend Lisa's home for the first time. It'd be the first time he was ever in the home of a Native American Indian and he didn't know what to expect. He wanted to make a good impression with his girlfriend, only after dating her for a few months and already misreading some of her signals, especially those regarding sex; he was unsure how to do that. There was something in her voice when she called to invite him over her house for an Earth Day celebration and he suspected that this date could either be his last date with her or the beginning of a very long and beautiful relationship. He hoped for the later rather than the former. Nonetheless, the pressure that this could be their last date added to his nervousness. Conceivably, she may be the one he would ask to marry him. She had all the qualities that anyone would look for in a wife and he was falling in love with her. Suddenly, he imagined his children, two boys and a girl, looking much like her. Certainly, he didn't want to ruin things now by insulting her somehow. These Indians were a bit temperamental and she sometimes didn't share his sense of humor. He thought everything funny and took too many serious situations lightly. Sometimes when he joked around with her, he felt as if he was dealing with a foreigner, when in fact, he was the foreigner. This was her country, after all. To her, he was a squatter whose ancestors weaseled themselves land out west under the Homestead Act of 1862. He had never met anyone like her. Unlike any other woman he had dated, normally attracted to dumb blondes with big tits and loose morals, she was smart, modestly endowed with breasts that were shapelier than large, and a bit of a prude. More than being smart, she had commonsense and a sense of what to do and how to behave in every occasion. Very personable, friendly, articulate, and well mannered, she had a great sense of humor and a wonderful sense of fun, only sometimes, their humor and sense of fun were at opposite ends as he sometimes found out when she suddenly stewed in anger. Yet, despite their differences, without doubt, he would have dated her even if she wasn't so drop dead gorgeous and with a body to match. Only, she was all of that and more and he was glad that she was. She was so good looking that he oftentimes wondered why someone who looked like she did would be interested in someone who looked like he did. Not that he was bad looking, but he was certainly not her equal in looks. At best, he was average. Fearing that he may lose her to someone else, he had already taken her to look at rings, not officially, but when they were shopping at the mall he purposely walked her over to the jewelry store. He was curious about her taste so that when and if the time came, he could surprise her with something to her liking. Besides, he was hoping she'd try something on so that he could find out her size without being obvious about it. They paused by the jewelry store and considered the diamond rings that were on display in the window. They even walked inside to look at more of their selection and she even tried on a couple of rings on her size 6 finger. Even though he was unemployed and had a zero budget, he looked at the big, modern, and expensive diamonds. Fortunately for him, she wanted something small, antique, and special. It wasn't so much the size or the cost of the diamond, as it was the design of the ring that more appealed to her. She wanted a different ring and a ring that meant something to her and something that signified their love other than a diamond. She felt that diamonds were cliché. Material things to her were unimportant and she carried that forward with her when she looked at diamonds. Whatever jewelry she wore had special meaning, even her clothes were just not typical Old Navy merchandise, but hand me down clothes with a history. "This was my mother's dress," she'd say. "Or this ring belonged to my grandmother." Her life was filled with significance and he hoped that he was significant to her. Sometimes because of the way she viewed the things around her, she made him feel shallow and unaware. Yet, with her teaching him, he was learning to be more in touch with nature and more in tune with her. A rock on her finger, not a diamond, but a rock that designated her connection with the earth meant more to her than any gemstone. He wanted something big, showy, and sparkly to show the world that she was his. She didn't need that extravagant display as visual proof that she loved him and that they belonged with one another. She'd be happy with a copper or silver cigar type band, so long as it was from him. They were like that with everything, unfortunately. They were at the very opposite ends of the spectrum when it came to how each viewed life, how each viewed the carbon footprint that they took up on an already overcrowded planet, and how each viewed their personal responsibilities regarding the ecology and the environment. Their dialogue was filled with disagreements and they both enjoyed playing devil's advocate with one another by always taking up opposite positions. The arguing heated the passion of their desire for one another and they were never mad for agreeing to disagree. He enjoyed the dialogue as much as she obviously did for them to continue their endless squabbles. It was never personal and they made sure not to ever make it that way. It was more of an intellectual exploration of how they felt about things with she having more of a thoughtful opinion than him and not afraid to express it. Nonetheless, with her help, he was developing ideas about the environment that were to her liking. She was from the country, the Black Hills of South Dakota with her family spread throughout Nebraska and Wyoming with some even living on the reservation. He was from the city, Boston, Massachusetts with his family, well, from Boston. A Native American Indian, she was from the Sioux tribe and he, a third generation Italian, had a tribe of sorts of his own, with the family of La Cosa Nostra, the Mafia on his mother's side and relatives coming over from England in the 1600's on his father's side. Yet, when it came to what really mattered, physical attraction, an appreciation for one another, and friends who were not yet lovers, they were not only in the same ballpark but also they had side by side club house seats. They had become inseparable best friends and seldom did anyone see one without the other. Anyone who saw this unlikely pair together arguing in public could tell that they shared deep feelings for one another. Watching them argue was a comedy of sorts. Opposites attract was a saying that fit them perfectly. They were so unalike that they were so much alike in that respect. It was not unusual for them to start making out in the middle of an argument and to break off their kiss so that one or the other could make their point and continue the argument. Saving the Earth was just as important to her as it was not even a conscious thought to him. She spent part of her every day doing something to help save the planet and he expended no effort at all to save anything but money when shopping around to see which gas station offered the best prices for gas. She drove a Toyota Corolla and he drove a gas guzzling SUV. She was socially responsibility for everything around her and took personal pride in doing her part to help save the earth. He felt that he was doing his share by checking off the box on his tax return to donate three dollars to the national parks and by watching Al Gore's movie on global warming, albeit reluctantly upon her vehement insistence. She recycled everything and he recycled nothing. At the supermarket, she asked for paper and he accepted plastic. They argued over that, too. The only time he recycled was to return all his empty beer cans and bottles to the liquor store to use his bottle and can deposit to buy, well, more beer. He recycled only when he knew she'd be watching and criticizing him for not recycling. After a while, he just didn't want to listen to her nagging him on of all things, recycling. He was tired of that argument because he had no defense other than laziness. She appreciated nature for its here today and gone tomorrow phenomenon and what the lack of conservationism had on the irreversible side effects with the balance of nature. She enjoyed taking an active role outdoors in helping to save the planet and to conserve the earth's wonderful natural resources. He hated bugs and preferred watching National Geographic from the comfort of his chocolate brown leather recliner on his big screen Plasma television. Yet, somehow, they transcended their differences and somehow they communicated. Somehow, when they were alone and cuddling on the sofa together, they spoke the same language when not talking but kissing instead. No matter, when not kissing, so far on the opposite ends in their opinions, they always ended up butting heads in an argument over nothing and over everything. He was just as unconscious of the repercussions of his carbon imprint on the planet as he was about his mindless waste of natural resources whether it was fossil fuels, flower, fauna or water. Conservation to him meant not littering. Matter of fact, after having seen so many scratched lottery tickets dotting the city's concrete sidewalks and street gutters, he was proud of the fact that he wrote a letter to the Massachusetts State Lottery Commission asking them to develop a plan where scratched lottery tickets could be returned and recycled for a discount to the consumer when buying their next scratch ticket. Although the plan was accepted, adopted, and implemented, it never gained much favor with the general public. With the discount to buy another ticket, a token at best, the Massachusetts State Lottery Commission never advertised or marketed the recycling program in the way that they advertised and marketed the sale of their scratch tickets. The lack of concern by the Massachusetts State Lottery Commission gave him an excuse not to give a care about littered lottery tickets anymore. Now, he just steps over them much like how he walks through life wearing socially irresponsible conservationism blinders. This was the first time since he had been dating his girlfriend, Lisa, that she invited him to her house for of all things an Earth Day celebration. Never having celebrated Earth Day before, not even sure which day Earth Day appeared on the calendar, today would be his first time in the home of a Native American Indian and he didn't know what to expect. He was so very nervous that even though he had just showered, he changed his clean T-shirt from the sudden accumulation of perspiration for a fresher one. The way she felt about preservation, the Earth, and about nature, he didn't want to ruin their relationship by doing something or saying something that was not only stupid but also that was so against how she felt about the planet that she would question why she was even with him. She was as passionate in her beliefs about the environment as he was insensitive to the needs to conserve our natural resources that he feared offending her with his lack of social concern and feelings of personal responsibility. Instead, he not only wanted to support her in helping to cleanup the planet, he wanted to do his share, too. The last thing that he wanted to do was to make fun of what she believed so passionately about. He even went so far as to go to the library to read about the subject of the environment, ecology, and conservationism. Thinking that the book was written by the famed outdoorsman and naturalist, he checked Grizzly Adams's book out of the library, "Bear With Me, The Reason Why I Won't Step On This Cockroach." Not to be confused with the bearded Grizzly Adams on Television, as he erroneously had, this Grizzly Adams was without beard and never frolicked with a grizzly bear. They called him Grizzly Adams after he was mauled by a Pit Bull while in New York to give inner city kids a talk about conservation. I think even this Grizzly Adams guy, Anthony Adams was his real name, would be hard pressed to realize the reason for Pit Bulls. Unfortunately, he only read the first few chapters of the book before not only losing interest in the subject but also losing the book. He misplaced the now overdue library book somewhere in his supermarket plastic bag cluttered house. Finally, she convinced him to ask for paper instead of plastic at the supermarket to use when recycling his newspapers and cardboard, which he never did. Only, if it's raining and she's not with him to make him feel guilty, he reverts and accepts the plastic bags because he likes the convenience of the built-in handles. Nonetheless, what he got out of reading part of the book was that there was a reason for everything that lives on the planet and that it is our duty to safeguard whatever is here now for our generation to make sure that it survives for the enjoyment and need of future generations. Yet, by Anthony Adams's report card on global warming, we humans are doing a terrible job of saving the planet. He pulled up to her ranch style house at the end of a manicured cul-de-sac. The house was easily recognizable by their unique lawn decoration, a twelve foot high, hand carved totem pole that was prominently displayed on their front lawn. 'At least they didn't live on a reservation and in a teepee', he thought laughing to himself. Only, instead, he wished that her family owned a casino, that'd not only be fun but also exciting. He could hear the melodious music of slot machines now ringing in the coins, as he filled his pockets with the cash that came with being married to the daughter of a casino owner. He could see her wearing one of those Indian costumes, a short, brown suede dress decorated with beads and fringe while roaming the casino floor making sure everyone was having a good time. Only her family didn't own a casino and she didn't even gamble or drink for that matter. She was terribly straight laced, in fact, so much so that he wondered if she was a Born Again Christian. He parked his truck and walked gingerly up her front walkway trying not to disturb any carbon with his footprint. 'What the Hell is carbon anyway,' he thought and finally figuring that carbon came from the burnt emissions of his truck. 'I'll wipe my shoes on the mat so that I don't trudge any of my unwanted carbon in her house,' he thought to himself. He took extra care in wiping his feet on the welcome mat and shook himself like the dog that he is. He hoped to shake off any loose carbon that may have adhered to him while sitting in his trunk on the drive over to her house. He brushed away any residual carbon from his shoulders and sleeves so much like dandruff, he hoped. He looked at his watch and cursed himself for being 30 minutes early. Finally, he rang her doorbell. As he stood waiting on the stoop for her to answer the door, he turned to stare at the totem pole wondering what it all meant. It was so colorful that it had to mean something good even though some of the figures appeared mean and scary. He turned towards the door when he heard the door unlock, the doorknob turn, and the door creak open. He couldn't believe it when she opened the front door. To say that he was stunned was an understatement. He did a double take, his eyes popped out of his head, and his jaw dropped. Quickly, he rushed her inside so that no one else would see her. She embarrassed him. She shocked him. She excited him. In an instant he felt an abundance of emotions. In an instant, he wanted her. Forever, he wanted to make love to her. Except for her big smile, she met him at the door naked. To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 02 That was the first time he had seen her naked and never had he seen such a more beautiful body. She was exquisite, symmetrical, and perfect in every dimension. Briefly, he saw part of her tits a few times when they made out in his parked truck, but it was dark and she was so very modest that she wouldn't allow him to turn on the overhead doom light for a better peek of her body. She covered her nakedness, as soon as she realized that by the moonlight that filtered in his truck he could see more than she thought. He wanted to turn on his doom light so that he could get a better look at her tits and nipples. Guys are so visual and it was so very frustrating when she denied him that stimulating pleasure and he imagined her tits later that night when he was alone and horny. He had the impulse to open his truck door on the pretense that he needed to spit, only he didn't open his door for fear that she'd be embarrassed that he saw her naked breast clearly in the light of the dome. He so wanted to see her tits. Only, he feared that she'd get dressed and demand that he drive her home. And he didn't spit because, he figured, she'd have something to say about him spitting in public, no doubt, making him feel guilty that somehow his spit polluted the environment or poisoned the water supply, whatever. As ludicrous as that sounded to him that she'd say something about him spitting in public, she was so damn opinionated when it came to environmental issues. Yet, if that was his cross to bear having to listen to her rant about what man is doing to nature, then she was certainly worth having to listen to her complain about polluters. She was his dream woman and was so damn beautiful and perfect in every way that he was able to see beyond those inconveniences of her unrelenting public opinion and ranting regarding the destruction of the Earth. Because of her constant tutelage he learned so much more about nature and the ecology since he started dating her, but obviously, being such a reluctant student, he had so much more to learn. Readily he'd be a better study if the subject was her physiology and his hands-on sexual education with her. Nonetheless, with winning her heart as his motivation to learn more about conservationism, he was hooked on the ecology and the betterment of the Earth. By the feel of her boobs as with the feel of the rest of her body then, he could tell that she had wonderful tits and a voluptuous body. Now, from the sight of her she surely did have all of that and more. He couldn't wait to get her in bed. He couldn't wait to lie beside her naked and to touch, feel, and caress her everywhere. He couldn't wait to experience all of her sexually, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Dating for nearly 4 months, their relationship had progressed slower than he had wanted. She seemed shy, reserved, and almost modest, so much so that he wondered if she was a virgin. 'That would explain so much, if she was a virgin,' he thought. Surely, it had to be that. She's a virgin. Only, he hoped that she had more sexual experience than that. Then, again, her being a virgin could be a good thing. Accustomed to women who'd agree to having sexual relations on the first date, dating Lisa was a bit sexually frustrating. Sometimes, she wouldn't even allow him to feel her tits through her clothes while they made out in his parked truck, a difficult activity to resist when you are French kissing a woman so gorgeous and you imagine her breasts and body to be so spectacular. Yet, no matter, she was worth the wait most times until he couldn't stand it and had to relieve himself sexually once alone with his hand while thinking of her naked. Now, here she is...naked. Naked, she's naked. She's totally naked wearing not a stitch of clothing. He couldn't believe she's standing there naked before him, as if she is fully dressed. Did I mention that she was naked? Yep, she sure was naked alright. Where's her modesty now? He really liked her, but waiting for her to catch up with him sexually was a challenge. He had become accustomed to the new sexuality that the younger women of today possessed and receiving a blowjob sometimes on the first date was not all that unusual. Hell, the women he had dated in the past didn't even think giving a blowjob was sex, but he did and unfortunately she certainly did without doubt, which is why his cock never graced her hand never mind her mouth. He figured she didn't even give blowjobs, never mind wondering if she swallowed or not. Well, at least, if she was a virgin and had never given anyone a blowjob, he'd be her one and only for everything. Her inexperience could be a bit fun and something that he'd never experience before with any other woman. It could prove fun showing her what to do and how to do it. It could prove fun to teach her about sex, sexuality, and erotica. Yes, it could be fun. She was worth the wait, he hoped, however, and he was willing to wait for her to catch up to him. He had hoped she'd be a wildcat when she finally blossomed sexually, which sometimes happens with sexually deprived women who are out of step with the sexuality of the times, but he never expected this display of nearly public nudity so soon with her answering her front door naked. It was totally unexpected, especially after their last date when she wouldn't even let him suck her tits. 'Wow! Man, she has a hot body,' he thought. 'Hello sexy lady.' She was certainly beautiful enough with her long black hair, round mahogany eyes, and high cheek bones. He figured she was Eurasian when he first met her, Japanese and American, he thought. He never figured that she was a Native American Indian, a member in good standing of the Sioux tribe at that. She had a dynamite body from what he could tell by the cut of her tight jeans and the curve of her fitted tops. Now, after seeing her naked, he never thought she had this good of a body. She was incredible. He could just see her in a short, brown suede, dress decorated with colorful beads and fringe and an Indian headband with a single feather. That outfit was a bit of a sexual fantasy outfit for him and he'd like to make love to her while she was dressed like that. She had such beautiful skin, reddish brown like a piece of fruit, a ripe Bosch pear. Never had anyone touched his heart in the way that she made his knees weak and his stomach flutter. Big Chief makes love to Indian squaw always went through his mind whenever he thought of her dressed in such a fashion. All he needed to complete his dream was a bear skin rug, a fireplace, and a fine bottle of wine. When alone at night, imagining what she looked like naked as he stroked his cock to an erection, he never expected her to look this good. Definitely, she looked better than how he imagined her. She was perfect. She looked better than any Playboy Playmate in Hugh Heffner's magazine. Now, with this new totally naked image of her standing before him, he was so surprised, shocked really, and this was so unexpected that it was overwhelming. He couldn't wait to jerk off over this tonight, only maybe, this time, he wouldn't have to take care of himself. Maybe, this time, she'd do him the honor and the pleasure of giving him more than a two fingered brief hand job that she had previously given him, once to quell him of his complaints and to silence his him of his continual begging. He was assuredly pathetic in his need to have her satisfy him sexually and his frustration level grew with every date. Then this with her answering the door naked, oh, my God, it's about time. Afraid to touch her for fear of spooking her, for now, all he could do was to stare at her nakedness and at her perfect body. He felt his excitement grow with the swell of his penis. He was horny and he hoped that she was horny, too. Only, he hoped that she wasn't a virgin. Nonetheless, he hoped that this was the beginning of something really good. With the face and the body of an Indian Princess, she was the whole package, the real deal, and his dream girl come true. She totally caught him off guard. He expected this kind of naked behavior from some of the other women who he had dated in the past, but not from her. She seemed so moral and modest, almost a bit uptight. It was so uncharacteristic of her to open the door naked, but he was glad she had. Like a beautiful butterfly, he was happy that she spread her wings to not only accept but also to embrace her new found sexuality. Then, he thought, 'What if it had been someone else other than him at the door?' Excitement flashed across his mind and stiffened his cock when he thought of another man seeing his girlfriend naked. He couldn't help but think of the pizza deliveryman being surprised to deliver a pizza to such a hot, naked woman. He wondered if that happens much to pizza deliverymen, delivering pizza to hot and naked women. Suddenly, he thought about what it would be like to work as a pizza deliveryman. With his luck, an old and naked woman would answer the door. It had been difficult for him to reach first base with her and nearly impossible to steal second, forget about third base, and no way Jose would he ever have a chance of scoring home with this prudish woman. Yet, this is a whole new game, a double header, and the Ace is on the mound with their best hitter waiting in the dugout to come to bat. 'Batter up,' he thought. 'Game on,' he said to himself. 'I plan on scoring with one swing of the bat and hitting this one out of the park.' If he wanted her before, he wanted her so much more now. She was beautiful and he definitely wanted her, especially now after seeing her naked body. Moreover, by answering the door naked, it appeared that she wanted him, too. After all, with her standing there nude, her naked desire for him was not so subtle. How could he explain it any other way? 'Duh, Dude, she wants you! She really wants you. Maybe,' he thought, 'this is some sort of Indian custom to play hard to get and then greet your intended at the door naked. Maybe,' he thought, 'I'm as hot as I think that I am. Maybe,' he thought, 'she's going to propose to me.' Never had he imagined an Earth Day celebration beginning with her answering the door naked. He figured he'd be out back digging a hole to plant a tree or running around the neighborhood with her picking up objects from the gutter to discard or recycle or washing carbon from fences or some shit like that before white washing them ala Tom Sawyer and Injun Joe. He even wore his old clothes in preparation of physical work. Never did he expect this. Never did he expect her to do this. "Happy Earth Day, Freddie" she said closing the front door behind him. Seductively, while firmly planting her pelvic bone to his, she pushed him against the front door and pressed her naked body against his before giving him a Heavenly French kiss that sent chills throughout his body. His mind was reeling with all the thoughts that he wanted to do to her naked form. His excitement for her reached a higher level he never imagined possible. For someone who was not into sex, she was so incredibly sexy. "Uhm, yeah, Happy Earth Day to you, too," he said shocked and thrilled that she immediately stuck her tongue down his throat. Suddenly, Earth Day had become his favorite holiday, way better than Christmas. Suddenly, the earth spun wildly in his head. Suddenly, he loved the ecology and conservationism. He imagined spending the rest of his life with her under a starlit sky in the forest, well, maybe beneath an incandescent lit ceiling in a warm and comfortable house making love by the recycling bins. Never had her kiss excited him as much. His cock was ready to explode out of his jeans. He didn't know where to put his hands and he held her by her hips with his wrists. He couldn't wait to touch her and to feel her everywhere. Yet, even though he wanted to run his hands freely all over her naked body, he didn't want to grope her. He wanted to play it cool, so as not to frighten her into having second thoughts about making love. He figured that if he pressured her now, he'd pay for it later. It was better to allow her the control and to follow her lead. He didn't want to suddenly awaken her from her sexual exploration and make her feel embarrassed enough to want to suddenly get dressed. Instead, he wanted to make her feel comfortable. He needed to take his time and allow her to show him the way to Nirvana. With her standing there naked, he was already running swiftly around the bases and nearly at home plate. Now, he wanted to take it slow to enjoy this homerun. He didn't want to suddenly be thrown out at home and not even get to score. 'You're out!' he imagined the umpire in his mind forcing him to return to the dugout with his head hung in rejection and his penis deflated in sexual shame. He wrapped his big arms around her and slowly slid his right hand down to her ass and cupped it. She had an incredible ass. He'd been dying to touch her jean covered ass or reach up under her skirt and feel her panty clad ass for weeks and now here it is in all its naked natural glory for his feeling and groping pleasure. It was so high up, firm, and round. Definitely, she had a proud ass. He was in Heaven. She had a wonderful ass, a perfect ass, and a firm ass from her daily jogging around the neighborhood. He loved her ass, especially when she wore a pair of tight jeans. Her body felt so wonderfully seductive. She was firm and yet so soft. He was so very excited. He couldn't wait to make love to her. He kissed her again and again, each time more passionately. He wanted to savor these kisses and this moment as the forever lasting memory of their first sexual time together. If this was their first time to have sex, then he wanted to make this first time with her their best time. Yet, with each kiss, she heightened his deep desire for her. She was an incredible kisser. Never had she kissed him like this before. Still, he couldn't believe she was naked. All he could do was to stare at her body. The sight of her nakedness was what he had dreamt of every night in his dreams about her. He'd remember this moment forever. Gently and slowly running his finger the length of her pussy, he reached down to test the waters of her passion for him and she was wet, so very wet. When she reached down to feel his cock through his pants, he thought he would cum in his jeans. He was so very excited and her touch was more sensual than sexual, almost delicate. She was so deliberate in her touch. She was so erotic in everything she did, the way she moved, walked, and talked. He found her so sexy. He reached up and cupped her naked breast while gently fingering her nipple. She had big nipples. Immediately her nipples responded to his tender touch. Instantly, they became so very erect. The weight of her tit in the palm of his hand was like no other sensation. He couldn't wait to suck her tits while making love to her. She had beautiful breasts, so shapely and symmetrical. These were the first Native American Indian breasts he had ever seen and her breasts were as high up and proud as were her morals and character. When he reached down between her legs again, she didn't stop him as she had always done before, but wiggling her ass and giving out a slight moan, she invited his deeper touch this time. He fingered and teased her clit while gently penetrating her with his middle finger. Their kisses became more heated, as he felt her excitement for him grow and his excitement for her swell. He couldn't wait to lick her pussy. He couldn't wait to give her an orgasm with his mouth and tongue before mounting her and sticking his long, thick cock deep inside of her. He couldn't wait to show her his passion. He couldn't wait. To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 03 Lisa was a pretty, dark haired, brown-eyed girl that he met while working at the Whole Foods Store before he quit that job to contemplate his unemployment options during the warm weather and the bright, sunny summer days while lazing around his backyard pool. As nice and down to earth, as she was beautiful and sexy, never had he known anyone like her. She was indescribable. She was so indescribable in fact that whenever he tried describing her to his friends, he couldn't do her demeanor and beauty justice. She was the first Native American woman he had ever met who wasn't on television and in a cowboy and Indian movie. He was falling for her. Because of her heritage, mostly Sioux Indian with a wee bit of Irish on her father's side and her mother an American Native Indian from a small tribe in British Columbia with a bit of French ancestry in her, which explained the half-size totem pole proudly displayed on the front lawn, she was strikingly beautiful. In the way that white men freely and repeated raped Native American Indian women back then with the same lustful disregard they had when they repeated raped black female slaves, without regard for them as people, instead thinking of them as mindless savages and with no penalty or laws enforced to dissuade the abatement of their violent assaults, he wondered if General George Custer and the United States Calvary had anything to do with the Irish being mentioned in her family tree. The Irish in her, from the American Calvary, no doubt, from her father's side and the bit of French in her, from the French Canadian fur trappers, no doubt, from her mother's side diluted her blood line just enough to give her exquisite one of a kind beauty. Besides the way that she looked, what first made him notice her were the uncommonly wise things that she said. Instead of saying the dumb things that women said at her age, instead of being preoccupied with shopping, hair, makeup, nails, cell phone texting, and boys, she was deeper, introspective, and more contemplative than that. She had these cute daily wisdoms of life that Native American Indians always reverted to about nature and animals when drawing an analogy about the bad behavior of Caucasians and when pondering the meaning of life in general. Talking to her was akin to talking to a sage who was in charge of guarding the planet. She was an oracle filled with planetary tidbits and environmental details. Her recall of those things that were important to her quality of life was amazing. Never would you ever see her wasting her time by shopping at the mall. Whatever she said stayed with him throughout the day and, as he pondered the double meaning of her statements, her subtle clues enlightened him. What she said as a passing thought meant more to him as his new found way of life than what other women who he had intimately known in the past and have taken volumes to say without making as much of a commentary point that she makes in one sentence. That was it, he felt enlightened whenever he was with her. He was in awe of her wisdom and insightfulness. She was so full with a wealth of knowledge that he felt as if he was being tutored privately to what was important in life. In the way that a short woman makes a man of average height feel taller, unselfish with her knowledge whenever freely imparting her information, she had a magical way of making him feel smarter than he was. Along with her beauty, her cute way of saying things is what stayed with him long after leaving her. Whenever he thought of her, he heard her voice in his head saying something cute but insightful and that made him miss her terribly. Always, he heard her voice much like a growing consciousness that helped him through his day whenever he thoughtlessly put the good of the planet last and didn't do things the way she would have done them. Suddenly, her conversations with him regarding the planet were working their magic on him and changing his conscious thought. Suddenly, he was feeling guilty whenever he didn't consider the repercussions of his environmental wastefulness. He'd smile with the thoughts of her admonishing his bad decisions whenever he mindlessly was about to do something that was inherently bad for the planet. Thinking of her changed his bad behavior making him do the right thing. "The Native American Indian is the soil, he fits in the landscape that once grew as naturally and as beautiful as wild flowers. Once upon a time, Indians ran as free as Buffalos," she said when comparing her people to nature, "and we never took anymore than we could use from the land." Of course, I've taken one such wisdom out of context, but with a heritage so rich with the Earth, she had a thousand of these types of sayings and for all occasions. Never was she without one, especially when comparing the bad habits of modern day people to the laws of that natural order of things that was the universe. He never tired of listening to her speak of her culture, traditions, and nature. Yet, in love with her now, he could perceive a time when some of these sayings, much like the howl of an endless coyote or the hoot, hoot, hoot of an owl that never sleeps, became annoyingly tiresome with her prolonging the point and with her sweet voice now becoming as grating on his nerves later as a crying crow that refuses to leave a tree in front of his house. "Damn you Pocahontas, I mean, Lisa, just say what the Hell you mean in English. I don't have my Sioux Indian decoder dictionary with me today. Just tell me what time to pick you up from the hairdresser." When the hawk reaches its summit in the sky, when the Blue bird of happiness shits on your shoulder, and when the chipmunk stands tall against the squeal of tires bearing down upon him by a blue Ford Explorer is when I'll be ready." "Whatever, I give up. I'll just wait outside for you." As a proud member of the Sioux tribe, she believed that there was a purpose for everything that lived on the Earth with an herb to cure every malady. "We are here for a reason," she said, "and are not complete until we find our purpose in life." Certainly going to school full-time and working two jobs, she was on a mission to find her purpose, as her parents and grandparents before her had found their purposes. Presently, unemployed and floating around on his rubber raft in his parents' pool ala Dustin Hoffman when he played Benjamin Braddock in the movie The Graduate, Freddie pretty much figured out that his present purpose in life was to have hot and deeply penetrating sex with his Indian girlfriend, Lisa. Now that she was standing before him naked, this could become his reality and he may be getting laid sooner than later. God, he loved Earth Day. What he liked most about her was her personality. She made him happy every time he was with her. She was the kind of person who was upbeat, positive, and personable. She had such a beautiful smile. Everyone liked her. She was just so nice and she overwhelmed him with her personable attitude. He wished he was more like her. Too critical of people from having suffered city living, he needed to spend some quality time embracing nature, meditating, and relaxing. Breathing deeply was not a good thing to do when living in a polluted city filled with the toxic exhaust fumes of cars, trucks, and buses. She talked of going camping and pitching a tent deep in the forest. She talked about sleeping beneath the starry sky. He liked the idea of camping, but at the end of the day, he'd prefer having a hotel room where he could take a long, hot shower, order up room service, and snuggle up against her hot body in a soft bed laden with lots of comfortable pillows later while watching a porn movie. Definitely, he wasn't the camping type. She liked people and he liked that about her. Able to maintain a conversation with anyone about anything, he admired her people skills. He loved that about her. He wished he could be more like her in that way, too. He wished he could reach out to people more and in the way that she could. Only, raised in the city, he learned to be standoffish, guarded, and suspicious early. Leaving one too vulnerable and open, it doesn't pay to be openly friendly on the mean city streets, sometimes. Growing up in the city, he developed his stone like city face to dissuade interaction and conversation from strangers who were intent on looking for and taking advantage of naïve victims. Affectionately, he loved calling her his squaw. He found the word as endearing as he found it sexually exciting. He thought of her as his little squaw whenever she walked beside him, behind him, or in front of him on the street, in the supermarket, or in the stores, especially when checking out the wiggle of her sweet ass from behind. Only, he had no idea he was insulting her. "Should you ever meet my parents," she said not making eye contact, but instead looking down while fidgeting with a button on her blouse, "don't say that in front of them." "Don't say what?" "Squaw. Don't ever call me squaw in front of my parents." "Why not? It's my pet name for you," he said smiling proudly that she was his squaw, putting his arm around her shoulders, and pulling her closer for a kiss. "I like calling you my squaw." He so wanted to reach down and cup her ass through her tight jeans, but he feared that it was too soon in their 3 month relationship to do that. Suddenly, he felt that he was dating a Catholic Nun instead of a hot Native American Indian woman. "I know you do, Freddie, but—" "I don't mean anything by calling you that," he said lovingly touching her cheek with his fingers. "You call me white man and I don't take offense at that. " "You are a white man," she said laughing. "Matter of fact, even though you hang around your pool all day, you are the palest Caucasian I've ever seen. You need to get out more and get some sun" she said. "Maybe, I use too much sunscreen," he said looking down at the pale white skin of his forearm, skin that was even whiter than Michael Jackson's skin. "You must understand that calling me a squaw is different. I'm not any man's squaw," she said with a defiant look. "Well, I didn't mean it like that," he said suddenly feeling defensive. "I didn't mean it as a bad name only as a pet name. I guess," he said laughing, "asking you to call me big chief is out of the question, then, too, huh?" "I can't call you big chief, Freddie," she said with a serious look. "Chief is an important title to our tribe and you are not a member of our tribe nor are you a chief." "I'm sorry, I was only kidding." It was sometimes difficult to communicate with her, especially when making light of something that she felt so serious about. He meant it one way and she took it another. They were from backgrounds so different that he felt that he was running as hard and as fast as he could to maintain a level of mutual communication with her. Only, sometimes it failed miserably and left him walking away scratching his head. "You must understand that my parents would take you calling me squaw and me calling you chief, especially big chief, as derogatory remarks. They wouldn't think it funny in the way you do and in the way that I tolerate you calling me that. They'd feel that you didn't respect me and that I didn't respect myself if I allowed you to continue to disrespect me by calling me squaw," she said. "I'm sorry," he said feeling sufficiently admonished, as if he had used a bad word in front of his mother when he was a child. She always talked in circular riddles like that, which more endeared her to him now, but conceivably could confuse him and piss him off later in life. Suddenly, he imagined being married to her for twenty years. He imagined her fat from having one too many papooses and him no longer listening to her endearing circular riddles. He imagined her making a campfire in the living room and her having a teepee out back where she slept with nature and with the bugs at night while he stayed in the bedroom upstairs and browsed the web for pornography of naked Italian women. "I know you don't mean anything by it, but they feel that word is slanderous against Native American Indian women." "Oh, okay, but I never thought about it like that. I'm sorry. I won't use that term again." At this point with a naked and beautiful Native American Indian squaw, I mean, woman in his arms, he'd say anything if it meant getting laid. "So, why are you naked?" As soon as he asked the question, he chastised himself for asking it. Obviously, she wants sex. Duh, Dude! Obviously, she wanted him to see her body. Obviously, she wants him. 'It's a long fly ball, going, going, gone.' He imagined himself hitting one out of the park finally today, this Earth Day. "This is how I celebrate Earth Day," she said smiling an infectious smile. "This is how I stay in tune with my ancestors." When she said that, she stopped him in my tracks. 'Is she kidding me?' This is how she celebrates Earth Day, a holiday he rarely even heard of until she invited him here to this celebration? This is how she stays in tune with her ancestors? When she opened the door naked, he figured the Earth Day celebration was a ruse to get him over there. He figured he'd be getting laid. He never suspected that she had a completely different agenda in mind and one that was in opposition with his. She was celebrating Earth Day and feeling her ancestors and he just wanted to get laid. 'So you don't want to have sex with me? Now confused and disappointed, he wanted to ask her that, but thought better of it and didn't. He couldn't believe that she answered the door naked not because she wanted him and not because she wanted him to see you naked, but because she was celebrating Earth Day Native American Indian style? 'Friggin' squaw. What the fuck?' His disappointment along with not being able to call her his squaw anymore weighed heavily in his heart. Suddenly, he felt as if he had been shot with a flaming arrow in the chest followed up by a tomahawk to the head. Nonetheless, she was so damn pretty that it didn't much matter what her purpose or intention was that she had in being naked. Just to see her naked was worth it to him. Did I mention that she was naked? Yeah, she was naked alright. Did I mention that she had an incredible body? Oh, yeah, she had an incredibly and outrageously sexy body. Yeah, she was showing her naked and incredibly sexy body to him. Still, he watched his chance to bed her slowly evaporate. He decided to take her all in and to memorize her naked form in graphic detail for later when he was alone again and naked in his room and sexually frustrated after failing to get laid, yet, again. Truly, he hated this holiday called Earth Day. Truly, she just scarred him for the rest of his life whenever it came to future Earth Day celebrations. Now, whenever he heard the term Earth Day, he'd chop down a healthy tree, demand paper instead of plastic, spit and pee in public, wear fur, waste water, and throw his recycling bin in the trash. 'It's a long fly ball, but it's curving, curving, curving foul. Oh, darn, it's a long fly foul ball. Had he hit it straight, had he been more sincere in his intentions, had he not called her squaw and asked her to call him big chief, perhaps, it would have cleared the fence and gone out of the park. Perhaps, he would have scored on a homerun. Perhaps, he would have gotten laid.' "Earth Day is my day to stay naked and a day that is very special to my people. We are one with the Earth today, if only for a day, this day, our Earth Day," she said raising her hands above her head, spinning around on her toes, and inhaling a big breath of air. "I love life today. Today, I feel one with the Earth." When she raised her hands high over her head, he couldn't take my eyes off her tits and her pussy, and when she spun around, he stared at her incredible ass. She was a whirl of ass, tits, and pussy. His mouth was in the permanent shape of a fish wanting food, only he wanted to suck her nipples. He stared at her knowing full well that he'd be jerking off over the naked image of her later. He imagined she figured that by his smile that he delighted in her dance, but what was going through my mind as she spun around and around the room naked was, 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 04 Earth day? Naked? Really? It is? He couldn't believe his luck. He couldn't believe his eyes. His girlfriend is a super freaky naked Native American Sioux Indian. He couldn't believe that he was finally going to have hot sex with his girlfriend. Life is good. He knew there was something that he loved about Earth Day. What a wonderful day? He wished every day was Earth Day. He didn't dare verbalize his thoughts for fear that she'd put on her clothes and ask him to leave her wigwam. Whatever that was and whatever that was, he wanted to wig her wam, if you know what he meant because I certainly don't. Probably, there's an error in the translation. He wanted to wam her wig. Yeah, now that's a bit better, I think, kind of, not really. Once seeing her naked and after watching her dance around the room for a time, it took all the control that he had not to put his hand to his mouth and run around the room behind her in his version of an explosive sexually excited Indian powwow dance. He imagined that his dance would quickly become his sexual horny dance and once stopping his dance he imagined pushing her down upon the thick shag carpet to jump her naked bones. He imagined continuing his explosive sexually excited Indian powwow dance after making love to her, that is, once he woke up from his nap. Only, he figured that if he did that, he'd really freak her out and she'd throw him out. He was just glad that she couldn't read his mind and discover all the wicked things that he wanted to do to her pussy and mouth with his cock. "I don't wear any clothes the whole day," she said with a smile while dancing around the living room. When she said that she made him wish that he was a Sioux Indian so that he could dance naked with her. "I love being naked," she said spinning and spinning. "I love the feel of the cool air on my naked body." 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' She was a spinning blur first in one direction and then in the other direction. All that flowed through his one track mind was 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' Then, she restarted her dance, but by spinning in the opposite direction. 'Pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass...' Suddenly, he thought of ice skaters and now realized why he never watched ice skating on television. Because of their costumes, albeit tiny costumes, he still couldn't see their asses, tits, or pussies. If they skated naked, he'd be a loyal fan. Forget about Boston Red Sox baseball, New England Patriots football, Boston Bruins hockey, and Boston Celtics basketball, if there was nude ice skating, he'd buy the premium cable package to nude ice skating. Moreover, he'd have all his monies refunded from all the season tickets that he held to team sports to buy season tickets to nude ice skating. He imagined himself in the stands of every ice skating event cheering for his favorite naked female skater, 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' He'd be there in the stands holding up his handmade sign that read in big, bold red letter, 'Ass, tits, pussy...' He imagined traveling the world following the naked Icescapades. He'd be there for every show in every city to watch his beloved naked Icescapades. Then, when the Olympics caught on to the rage and added naked ice skating to their Olympic competitions, along with naked down hill skiing naked track and field, he'd be a loyal Olympic fan. He imagined his favorite event being the naked broad doing the naked broad jump. The men who attended to watch many of the naked men's events, mostly gay, were all for the idea. They loved having their peckers flopping around as they twirled, spun, and leapt high into the air. He figured he'd only buy tickets to the naked women's events. He imagined the women on the other hand being a bit embarrassed. He imagined Tanya Harding wanting to make a comeback and volunteering to skate for free, so long as she could skate naked. Back to reality, he watched her dancing imagining that he was watching her skating naked on ice with a crowd of horny men cheering her on while watching her doing her spins and jumps on the ice. I don't know about any of you guys, but there is something sexually exciting about a woman dancing that invigorates me. The only thing that excites me more than a woman dancing is a woman dancing naked. Now, the only thing missing from this erotic equation was a pole positioned in the middle of the room, copious amounts of alcohol, loud music, and a bunch of my screaming, horny buddies holding dollar bills and cheering for her to continue her naked Earth Day celebration dance for my personal pleasure before turning it into an erotic lap dance with her riding my stiff personal pole of pleasure. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' "It gets me in touch with nature and with my ancestors and I feel so free," she said tilting back her head while spinning faster and faster in the fashion of an ice skater. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' "I wish every day was Earth Day." "I'm sorry," he said thinking that he was really onto something with the naked ice skating being part of the Olympics in Beijing, China. She interrupted his perverted train of thoughts while he wondered if the Chinese pussies really went from east to west instead of from north to south. "Did you say something?" 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' is all that he thought. "I wish every day was Earth Day," she said again. "Yeah," he said staring at her round ass, her symmetrical tits, and succulent pussy, as her body spun around before him. "I love Earth Day, too." 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' "This is how it used to be before our people wore clothes to cover our nakedness from the white man's laws," she said looking at him before raising her hand to her mouth in a mocked powwow while doing her Indian ceremonial dance to celebrate Earth Day. "Maybe, we should pull the shades," he said noticing that whoever lived across the way had a perfect and unobstructed view of her ass, tits, and pussy. He walked across the room to pull the shades. "Someone might see you." "It doesn't matter," she said. "Lots of people have seen me naked already. I'm not embarrassed by my expressive naked dancing. I've been caught naked by the mailman and the UPS guy," she said with a wink. "It'd be embarrassing if it wasn't so funny and if I wasn't dancing a celebratory sacred Sioux dance. You should have seen the looks on their faces though," she said laughing. "I just said sorry, accepted my package, and closed the front door." The thoughts of lots of people seeing her naked, specifically the mailman and UPS man catching a glimpse of her nude body excited him. He made a note to ask her about that during pillow talk before, during, and after they had sex later. He wondered how such a modest woman could suddenly become such an exhibitionist. He watched her tits bouncing around while she danced her Earth Day celebration dance. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' She was full of energy. It was apparent that she loved life. He couldn't wait until she was dancing around his cock. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' Around and around she spun her naked dance in celebration of Earth Day. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' Then, again, without warning, she changed her direction and spun in the opposite way. 'Pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass, pussy, tits, ass...' "Earth Day?" Forgetting that she was more Indian than she was American and didn't subscribe to all of the laws of the white man, he blurted his ignorance. "Earth Day is not even a federally recognized holiday." "Yes, so," she said. "What difference does it make if it's not recognized by the federal government to me? It's recognized by my people. It's our day to commune with nature and to devote ourselves in a concentrated effort to help devise plans that will help save the planet that the white man has plundered." "I mean, it's not a real holiday like Martin Luther King Day where they spend the entire day in church reflecting on all the women that the Civil Rights Activist cheated with while Corretta Scott King stayed at home with the kids and while he was off having a dream...of a motel room filled with naked women and drugs." "That's not funny, Freddie, to slander the name of the good Dr. Martin Luther King." "It's only slanderous if it's not true," he said with a sly smile. "Yeah, well, I read that about him, too. Still, as a people, we believe that it's not good to talk bad about the dead, even if he was quite the philanderer. We believe you must celebrate the good qualities of someone who has passed over to the other side so that they fly up to the Heavens and reach Nirvana upon the wings of the Phoenix." See, there she goes again talking about an imaginary mythical bird and about the things that I can't possibly understand when my second brain, my penis, is engorged with blood and when the focus of both my minds are on one thing...sex with a naked Native American Indian girl. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' Around and around, she spun her naked dance in celebration of Earth Day. 'Ass, tits, pussy...pussy, tits, ass...' "Still, what he did in his private life does not diminish all the good he did and all the people he helped free with his civil rights activism," she said giving him that look like he had done something wrong. 'Hey,' he thought, 'don't look at me like that. I rooted for the Indians every time I watched a cowboy movie, okay, not every time, a couple of times, okay, one time when I watched Kevin Costner with Mary McDonnell in Dancing With Wolves. Mary McDonnell, as Irish as General Custer, made a wonderfully hot Indian squaw. She continued dancing, only more slowly and seductively. She'd rear up on her toes pushing out her pelvis. A little bit of drool formed on his lip as he stared at her perfectly trimmed pussy. His pulsating cock that tented up his pants kept beat to her movements as she danced across the living room carpet, ass...tits...pussy...ass...tits...pussy...ass...tits...pussy. Slowly she spun her naked dance in celebration of Earth Day for his appreciative viewing pleasure. Truly, he was enamored with this holiday. "And it isn't a real holiday like Car Day where the automobile dealers take out full page ads in the local newspapers and plaster their cars all over the television while pushing out plastic statues of dead presidents to sell Chevy Impalas and Ford Focuses. Have you seen the ad where they drive a Hummer across the Delaware River at its lowest point and all the revolutionary soldiers are sitting on the roof with paddles while General George Washington is standing and then the narrator says, "This is the car that George Washington would have bought when he needed to cross the Delaware, a Hummer." "Yeah, I saw that it was just as disturbing as the Native American Indians they use in commercials to poke fun at stuff. I hate that as much as the cigar store Indians that are still displayed in front of country stores throughout the United States. Then, of course, there are the Cleveland Indians and the Atlanta Braves who poke fun at us, too by even using a tomahawk to beat a drum." "And what about the car commercial with President Lincoln where Lincoln is driving a Porsche Cayenne and the announcer says, If Lincoln wanted to free slaves today he'd be driving a Porsche Cayenne. Porsche...nothing even comes close." "Yeah, it is a bit ridiculous, but to my family this is still an important holiday, so please don't make fun of it." Then, she said something miraculously (truly it was a miracle that she said this) and erotically thought provoking. She said what every man dreams and lustfully desires to hear from the woman that he, well, lustfully desires, actually for that matter to hear these words from any female, especially one who is naked is exciting. She said those words that endear every naked woman to every man's heart. "You can remove your clothes and put them here and then follow me downstairs." Hammer time! 'What? Remove my clothes? Did she just invite me to remove my clothes...all of my clothes? She wants me to be naked like her?' he thought. 'Did I hear her correctly? Did she just invite me to (gulp) get naked with her and follow her downstairs to the land of the Phoenix and to the lustful and sacred place of Nirvana and a place of sexual debauchery? Ass! Tits! Pussy! This is it!' His mind was screaming with horniness and passion. Finally, he was going to make love to her. Finally, he was going to get laid. He hoped that she'd stroke his cock before sucking him to make him really hard and then, he imagined her inserting his stiff cock in her wet pussy. 'The pitch, the swing, and Holy Cow, that ball is way out of here over everything and gone, gone, gone, a grand slam homerun! Look at him running around the bases now!' His brain echoed his thoughts of lust and desire for her. His thoughts of baseball did nothing to impede his erection. He didn't want to ruin the moment by going faster than she was, but what the Hell, she was already naked. She was already waiting for him at home plate with her legs spread wide open waiting for him to slide head first into home. She was already there. He was the one who needed to catch up with her. For the first time, she was ahead of him. For the first time he really felt that she wanted him. There she was already downstairs and waiting for him to follow her to the passion pit. He figured she'd be lying on the sofa or the floor or the coffee table waiting for his naked body to make love to her. 'Taking it all in, enjoying the moment, and savoring this homerun, he's slowly rounding the bases waving to the cheering fans while blowing them kisses. He's playing this grand slam homerun up for all that it's worth,' he imagined his imaginary sexual sports announcer calling the play by play action. Quickly, Freddie erased the baseball analogies from his mind and stripped off his clothes. Finally, he was going to have sex with his girlfriend. He couldn't wait to get naked and to show her his big cock. He imagined the feel of her hand gently stroking him as he French kissed her and felt her ass, her tits, and her pussy. He imagined her on her knees taking him in her mouth and cumming in her mouth as she swallowed his hot load. He imagined her sprawled naked on her bed while she screamed like a wild Indian when he gave her orgasm after orgasm with his mouth, his tongue, and his cock. He imagined pounding her hot Indian naked body with his Caucasian naked body like a Tom Tom drum. He couldn't wait to finally get her alone. He couldn't wait to taste her sweet pussy. He couldn't wait to mount her and hump her before rolling her over on top of him and watching her tits bounce up and down and side to side as he fucked her and she fucked him. He couldn't wait to make love to his sweet, Indian squaw, er, woman. After dating her for nearly four months and not receiving much more than an all too brief two fingered hand job where he didn't even cum, he was beginning to get blue balls. He waited until she walked ahead of him and disappeared downstairs before he gave his cock half dozen quick strokes. Proud of his big prick, he wanted it to be really stiff. He wanted to show her how big it got when he was really excited. Oh, yeah, he'll show his squaw who the big chief is around here now. He'll show his squaw his totem pole up close and personal. 'Ass!' he thought while descending the stairs. 'Tits!' he thought as the passion pit loomed closer. 'Pussy!' he thought when he saw her standing there naked by the bottom of the stairs. To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 05 He wondered if she celebrated every Earth Day in the same way as this day by walking around naked. He wondered if she had celebrated Earth Day with any of her other boyfriends, those who had come and gone before him. He hoped he was the one and only, the first boyfriend that she had celebrated Earth Day with, only with someone as beautiful as she was, he doubted that he was the only one. He'd have to ask her about that, but would take care not to offend her. He'd love to ask her that during pillow talk, but he'd have to feel her out, first. That discussion about prior boyfriends is not something to discuss during the first love making session. Sometimes women are a bit funny about talking of their ex-boyfriends. Then, he reached for a breath mint before quickly removing his clothes as his girlfriend disappeared downstairs. He paused to look at his reflection in the hall mirror while standing naked in the hall. 'Not bad,' he thought. 'I have a decent body.' He turned to the side to look at his cock now sticking straight out with his anticipation of wild, unbridled sex with Lisa, his squaw. 'Not bad, it looks pretty big,' he said to himself giving it a few more quick pulls to keep it stiff and ready for action while humping out his hips in readiness to hump his girlfriend. 'I can't wait for her to see my cock. I wonder what she'll do when she does see it, finally.' Again, he gave it a few more quick pulls before descending the steps to the lower level. He stood up taller, threw back his shoulders, puffed out his chest, and pulled in his stomach. He couldn't imagine what she had in store for him downstairs. 'Maybe, that's where they keep the waterbed,' he thought. He imagined rolling around on the surface of the waterbed while creating waves from their hot humping activity. 'Maybe, they have a hot tub.' He imagined soaking in the hot tub while relaxing and making out with her. The thought of her little hand reaching beneath the surface of the water to stroke his cock while he nibbled on his nipples was an appealing daydream. 'Maybe, they have an outdoor sauna.' He imagined running through they backyard naked before sitting in the warm steamy sauna room sweating naked with her. 'Maybe, she has a swing that they both can sit on while having intercourse with her on his lap.' He imagined himself gently swinging back and forth as his cock sunk deeper and deeper in her pussy. He could hear her delightful giggle as he gently fucked her to the sway of the swing. 'I hope they have a king size bed with lots of pillows that I can put beneath her hips to raise her pussy.' The thought of a massive king-size bed filled with pillows made him think of making love on a cloud. How so very romantic to sink in the soft comfort of a huge bed while making love to her. 'Maybe, there's an Indian love tent. Wow!' He imagined a teepee setup in the back corner of the yard. As plain and empty inside as it is small, he imagined the spirits of the Sioux watching over their love making techniques and approving what they saw. 'White man make heapum love to Indian squaw,' he said to himself as he goofed around in his reflection. He pretended to make Sioux Indian sign language, but it was all unintelligible and nonsensical, of course. He had no idea how to make any Indian sign language only that he thought it was the coolest thing to watch in the old cowboy movies when the Indians silently motioned to one another, much like the Special Forces and Delta Forces do now when in combat mode. He remembered reading something about the government using Navajo Indians to encode secret messages for the military back during World War II. How cool was that? The Japanese and Germans must have been scratching their heads over that trying to break that language they never heard before. He knew even less about Sioux Indians than he did about the environment, ecology, and conservationism. She sometimes made him feel dumb, heap dumb white man make fool of himself in front of his beautiful Sioux girlfriend, but he was horny nonetheless. He was hot for her, nonetheless. Now, he felt amorous. He'll have plenty of time to feel dumb later. He fantasized about a Sioux sexual ritual where she tied him up, blindfolded him, and did naughty things to his naked body, as she seductively danced around him naked while singing Native American Sioux Indian Earth Day songs. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' He fantasized about a perverted American sexual ritual where he tied her up, blindfolded her, and did naughty things to her naked body, as he danced around her naked while singing a selection of inappropriate American melodies from Axel Rose's Guns and Roses collection of songs. He wondered if she thought about him in the way he thought about her. 'Big cock, big balls, flat ass, big cock, big balls, flat ass, big cock, big balls, flat ass...' He wondered if they were going to smoke peyote or whatever it is they smoked in a peace pipe to heighten their sexual experience. He imagined her covering his naked body with war paint before they had sex and rubbing red dye all over his erect prick. He imagined covering her naked body with war paint before they had sex with him rubbing blue and green dye all over her ass, tits, and pussy. He imagined them having hot, sweaty sex for hours and hours. 'Ass! Tits! Pussy!' Glad that there was no one else home and that he was alone with her, finally, he wondered where her parents and her brother and sister were. 'Maybe', he thought, 'they are all out somewhere celebrating Earth Day with relatives. This is one of their big holidays, after all. Gees, maybe they have an Earth Day parade. He imagined Native American Indians dressed in full regalia with full feathered headdresses marching down Main Street while chanting, singing, and playing their native music. Boy that would be fun to see Native American Indians in authentic costumes celebrating the Earth Day holiday. 'Yeah, that's probably it,' he thought. 'They're at the big Earth Day parade and celebration after. He wondered what kind of food they ate, if they barbequed. They probably won't be home for hours. Maybe, they'll stay out the entire evening and won't be home until tomorrow.' With thoughts of sleeping over and her cooking him breakfast tomorrow, he made a note to ask her when she expected her family home. Damn, he'd love to sleep over. He imagined making love to her tonight and again tomorrow morning. He imagined taking a shower with her and making love in the shower. His sexual excitement for her was unparalleled. Never has he felt this way about any woman he has dated. 'Maybe, they go to the burial grounds and visit their dead relatives on Earth Day.' He thought to ask her where her parents and siblings were, but not now. For now, he had only three thoughts on his mind. 'Ass, tits, and pussy...' He figured that if her parents knew that he was about to have sex with their young, innocent daughter, they'd pile wood around the totem pole out front, tie him to it, and burn him at the stake, that is, after they scalped him and skinned him alive, of course. He laughed at the ridiculousness of that thought. He was so very excited with the thoughts of finally making love to Lisa. Then, he wondered, if he was correct about thinking that they may be upset that their daughter is dating a Caucasian man instead of a man of her own race. 'Relax, calm down, and about think baseball. Ass, tits, pussy... You don't want to ejaculate prematurely.' The thought of ejaculating prematurely to him was like tripping over the third base bag before reaching home. 'Ass, tits, pussy... Let's just take it slow and have the fucking, fucking time of your life! Ass... Okay, relax again. Tits... Take a breath. Pussy... Calm yourself down and think about baseball. Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' As soon as he began his descent down the stairs, he imagined he heard Tom-Tom drums and the soft jingle of bells. Sleigh bells. That's what they sounded like. They sounded like sleigh bells and as soon as he heard them, he thought about Santa Claus and Christmas. He wondered if they celebrated Christmas or if they had a similar holiday. He wondered if they exchanged gifts at Christmas time and he wondered what he'd buy her for Christmas if they did celebrate the holiday. Definitely, if this evening worked out the way that he thought it would, he'd be shopping for an engagement ring. Only, he's unemployed and would have to get a job, but that's okay, he'd work to support her, the love of his life. He imagined she was wearing nothing but feathers with little silver belled cuffs that they wear around their ankles as they dance naked. Slowly, cautiously, and eagerly, he descended the stairs. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' As he neared the bottom of the stairs, he heard Native American Indian music playing with Tom-Tom drums and the soft sound of sleigh bells in the background. Then, he heard a man's voice singing in the way that a Medicine Man would sing as he danced around the inside of a Teepee trying to cast his magic Medicine Man spells to cure the ills of the sick. She was playing Sioux Indian music. Maybe, this music gets her motor running, but he thought it a bit weird. The music did nothing for him but make him anxious and weary. The music chilled his spine. It made him think of the Indian rituals of the Sioux tribe one hundred and fifty years ago. Suddenly, he was fearful. He imagined that he was tied to two poles like Alan Ladd was when he played Johnny MacKay in that movie Drum Beat where the Sioux Indians tested his bravery and strength by having a horse on either end of him pulling in opposite directions and pulling him apart until the Indian Princess stopped them from killing the man she loves. As soon as he walked down the finished cellar stairs naked, relieved, he saw her there waiting for him. Still naked, she was so very beautiful. 'Ass, tits, and pussy...' There was a light that glowed behind her that made her appear angelic. This moment in time was a moment that he'd remember the rest of his life. 'Ass, tits, and pussy...' At that point in time, he loved her. He had fallen for her, his naked Native American Sioux Indian woman and he couldn't wait to— "Hi, how are you?" He heard a woman's voice, but it didn't immediately register who it could be until he turned to his left and to the direction of the voice. There standing in the living room was the rest of her family. He was greeted by Lisa's mother, father, sister, and brother. They, too, were all naked. Immediately, as soon as he saw her tall, well built mother and young, equally as tall and very pretty sister, he had an even stiffer erection. "It's so nice to finally meet you," said her mother approaching him and looking down at his stiff cock before making eye contact and pressing her naked body against his in a tight hug. 'Wow! Hello Mommy! Mommy has a hot body,' he thought. She felt incredible in his arms. He felt his erect cock bend against her naked belly and a little bit of pre-cum oozed out and attached itself to her stomach. How embarrassing? How erotic? How wicked that he got his pre-cum on the stomach of his girlfriend's mother. Explain that in a sexual education class when discussing safe sex. "And tell us again, how it is your got pregnant on Earth Day?" Even though he turned a bright red, being the pervert that he is, he wrapped an arm around her mother prolonging her hug and feeling as much as he could feel of her shapely naked body without appearing obvious that he was trying to steal a cheap feel. She giggled like a school girl when he pressed his stiff cock harder against her. She had a bodacious body. He allowed his hand to brush the top part of her round ass and he felt her hand brush by and over his erect cock, as they stepped apart. "I'm Sharon and this is my husband Tom, my daughter Ellen, and my son Mark," she said with a smile. "Lisa has told us so many nice things about you and now we finally get to see you in person." 'See me? That's an understatement,' he thought to himself. "Welcome to my home," said Tom shaking his hand, but Ellen walked up to him and pressed her young, shapely and naked body against his, just as her mother had done. It's a funny thing that he never had given much thought, but the action of shaking hands with a naked man made both their cocks bounce up and down. From now on, every time he shook someone's hand wearing pants or a business suit, he'd think of their cocks bouncing up and down in their boxers. Weird the things you think about when standing there naked on Earth Day in the home of a Native American Sioux Indian. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, I mean," she said with a giggle, "see you...all of you," she whispered with her mouth so very close to his ear that the sensation of her sweet breath made him tingle and his cock harden. Again, he wrapped an arm around her, this time giving her an extra long squeeze. She felt so good in his arms. 'I'm going to like this family,' he thought, 'the Sioux women are so very friendly.' He rested his hand on the top of her naked, round ass. He so wanted to reach lower and cup her firm, round butt cheeks, but he didn't want to insult their Earth Day celebration by cheapening it with a sexual feel. 'The runner is off with the pitch but decides to stop and not steal second base,' he thought to himself as he kept his hand in place deciding against dropping it any further down on her so very round and firm ass. The sight and feel of his Ellen's naked body excited him and he could feel his cock nearly dart out between her legs. Had there been a wall behind her, all that it would take would be to push his girlfriend's sister up against it and with one hump, he'd fill her with his fantasy and desire. Their nipples touched and he felt her pubic hair travel along the length of his cock when she pulled away. He couldn't believe his cock rested between her legs and along the length of her pussy lips. She was such a perfect fit that he could have fucked her while standing. He so wanted to push her down on the carpet and show her how much he loved Native American Indians and being one with the Earth and with her. He so much wanted to be part of their Sioux tribe. She was tall, nearly as tall as was he. She had a nice body, but not a better body than her older sister, his girlfriend, Lisa's body. Again, just as he felt with Lisa's Mom, Ellen, Lisa's sister brushed her hand along the length of his erect cock as they broke away from one another. He wondered if it was accidental or on purpose. Then, he shook hands with her brother, Mark and Mark gave him the official fellow pervert's wink and smile. Definitely, this kid was already a member in good standing of the society of fellow perverts. "Happy Earth Day," he whispered with a deviant laugh. To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 06 Embarrassed and not wanting his girlfriend to see that he was sexually excited, Freddie sat on the living room chair with his hands folded in his lap to hide his huge erection. Meeting her parents for the first time, this was not only the first time seeing his girlfriend naked but also her parents naked. Not to mention that this was the first time experiencing them seeing him naked, as well. To say the least, as much as this was sexually exciting and something that he will jerk off to for the rest of his life, this Earth Day celebration was a bit awkward. He was shocked as shit. Never did he expect her entire family to be there and naked to boot. He couldn't wait to tell his friends about this. No, he can't do that. He'd make her family appear like a bunch of crazies or sexual perverts. On second thought, he'd be embarrassed to tell his friends. For sure, they'd make fun of him, of her, and her family. Even though he was excited seeing all the women of his girlfriend's family naked, disappointment washed over him. He thought for sure that he was getting laid tonight. He was certain that he'd be having some hot sex with his girlfriend. He never expected this. Her mother, Sharon, sat across from him naked in a Queen Anne chair smiling and making idle conversation. Her naked father, Tom, scurried about the living room with his half erect penis bouncing to and fro and up and down while walking to and from the kitchen attending to everyone's drink order and setting out appetizers. He was more uncomfortable seeing her naked father than seeing her mother naked, of course, but then to see her sister naked as well was a bit much to take for a young testosterone filled man who has not had sex since he had regularly been dating Lisa. Overwhelming was the word when seeing his girlfriend naked for the first time. The only thing that surpassed his girlfriend opening the front door naked was seeing her entire family naked. Erotically shocking were the words he thought when seeing his girlfriend's mother and sister naked, too. To say that he was horny was an understatement. To say that he had inappropriate thoughts about all three women was saying that a starving man wasn't salivating over the banquet of food just put out in front of him and asked not to touch any of it. Sharon was a good looking woman. No way did she look her age. She looked young enough to be Lisa's older sister, okay way older sister, but certainly not old enough to be her mother. These Indians must get married very young. He could see where her daughters got their beauty. Seeing her sitting there across from him naked with her big, full tits, her hard erect nipples, and her full bush of dark blue-black pubic hair was surreal. This just wasn't happening. This was an erotic dream. Smiling, laughing, and having a good time, they all were so very casual about their nakedness. He couldn't believe that they all paraded around the room as if they were fully dressed. He quietly sat there out of his mind with lust and passion for not only his girlfriend, Lisa, but also her sister, Ellen, and her mother, Sharon. He couldn't help himself from checking out their asses, tits, and pussies. 'Ass, tits, and pussies...' was all that ran through his mind like a runaway train. He was afraid to look at his girlfriend who sat naked on the couch between her naked brother and naked sister for fear that he would leer at them. An uneasy, sickening feeling consumed him in the way their brother leered at his two sisters and then looked up at him smiling broadly. Definitely, this guy was a first rate pervert. He tried not to stare at their nakedness. He didn't want to make them feel uncomfortable, embarrassed or naked for fear that they would get dressed. This naked review show was better than any X rated porn video that he had ever watched. Here he was suddenly thrown in an interactive porn video of his own with his girlfriend, her family, and him for that matter, as the stars of the show. Besides he tried his best not to stare at them because he didn't want them to think that he was some kind of sexual pervert, even though he was. Actually, all men his age are. Actually, all men every age are. Yet, he couldn't help himself from staring. His eyes furtively darted from Lisa to Ellen to Sharon and back again. 'Lisa, Ellen, Sharon, Lisa, Ellen, Sharon, Lisa, Ellen, Sharon... Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' Mark had a huge erection and he did nothing to conceal it. Proudly and unabashedly, he sat there with one arm around Lisa and the other arm around Ellen while his cock stood stiffly pointing straight up. Every now and then, he'd make it pulsate and both women would look down at it. Lisa looked at him and at his cock with disgust while Ellen looked at him and at his cock approvingly. Although, Freddie felt more than a little jealous every time Mark fondled his sisters' tits, he felt excited by the fact that their brother was stealing feels of their tits. Slowly, ever so gradually, Mark would drop his hand down inch by inch to feel the side Lisa's tit or Ellen's tit. Ellen allowed his hand liberties and he watched as Mark fingers crept over and toyed with her nipple with his fingertips, but Lisa continually shrugged his inappropriate touches off. He watched Mark grabbing a big handful of Ellen's tit while Ellen did nothing to stop him. The action of watching a brother touch his sister made him wildly horny with sexual excitement. Ellen just continued talking while smiling over at Freddie. Their parents were too busy hosting and talking to witness the perversions of their son molesting their daughters on the couch. Apparently, Mark enjoyed being naked in front of his naked sisters and who could blame him. Being naked in front of your sisters and mother is every deviant 18-year-old guy's fantasy. All that he could make of this was that they were nudists. Of course, yeah, that had to be it. They were practicing nudists. How foolish of him to think otherwise. Although that wouldn't explain Mark's inappropriate actions, it would explain their comfortableness with parading around the room as if they were fully dressed. There's nothing sexual about being nudists. Admittedly, they just like being naked, it's their lifestyle. It's just that with him not being a nudist, his mind was full of sexual thoughts and not with thoughts of living life without clothes. Never could he understand that lifestyle. He'd be more like Mark walking through a nudist colony with a permanent erection. For now, he needed to think about baseball. He needed to think about anything other than ass, tits, and pussies. 'Ass, tits, and pussy... Stop it!' He wished his girlfriend had warned him about her family being nudists so that he would have known what next to expect and so that he was given a conscious choice of attending this naked Earth Day celebration or not, instead of having her naked family surprise him naked, too. Only, had she, he never would have attended this naked family Earth Day celebration. Even though it was erotically exciting and sexually stimulating to see all the female members of her family naked, he felt more than a bit self-conscious being naked in front of her whole family and her family being naked in front of him. This may be the woman that he'd ask to marry him. How could he look them in the eyes after this? How could he continue a relationship without being self-conscious that his future mother and his future sister-in-law had seen his erect cock and he had seen their asses, tits, and pussies? There he goes again, 'Asses, tits, and pussies...' How could he have a conversation with them later in life over coffee and cake while fully dressed without thinking of them totally naked? Fuck! Who cares! Oh, baby! This is outrageous. He wished he had brought his camera with him to take some candid shots. 'Say ass, I mean, tits, I mean, pussy, I mean, cheese.' Had she told him ahead of time that her family was nudists, he'd have judged her and her family as weird and would have made an excuse declining her invitation, probably. No doubt, although his curiosity may have gotten the better of him had she told him and had he known they were nudists, in hindsight, with thoughts of seeing her sister and mother naked, too, he probably would have accepted her invitation anyway. What the Hell, he didn't want to appear rude. 'Asses, tits, and pussies... Only, he assumed they were going to plant a tree or recycle plastics or paint fences while spending the day cleaning up and beautifying downtown like all the other residents who had planned Earth Day activities. Glad that they didn't have him help them plant a tree, recycle plastics, and/or paint fences, this naked way to celebrate Earth Day was better by far. Only, now, he had a tall tree, a woody, a giant redwood in his lap. He lusted over the woman's red painted lips wanting to have them paint his cock red with their lipstick on his dipstick. 'Take turns ladies. I have enough for everyone,' he imagined saying as they each took turns sucking his cock. "Would you care for a brownie," said his girlfriend's mother standing, picking up the plate of homemade brownies, walking towards him, and leaning over him with the dish. She broke his lewd thoughts. "I made them especially for the occasion myself," she said smiling and making eye contact. 'Bearded clam...bearded clam...bearded clam... Stop it!' It took all the control he had not to stare at her beard clam, er, bushy pussy that was there at eye level. He found it difficult to maintain eye contact with her. With her nakedness in his peripheral vision, he couldn't help but stare at her big tits, erect nipples, and her bushy blue-black pussy, as she leaned over him. She was so close and yet so far away. He took her all in with a continual lustful stare and a nervous smile, as he felt his penis grow and stiffen. It was difficult not to notice her big tits hanging down and her big, brown, erect nipples begging to be fingered and suckled as she leaned toward him offering him a brownie. That was one of the things that he loved to do, fondle a woman's tits while she sucked his cock and, now, that was all he could think of. He thought of her sucking his cock while he fondled her hanging tits. He imagined putting a hand around her neck, pulling her forward, and inserting his erection in her mouth. He imagined her blowing him. He imagined taking those freaking brownies and mashing them all over her naked body as he consumed her and them while rolling naked over the carpet. She had nicely shaped C cup tits. By her erect nipples, he figured she was cold. Only, he felt a bit warm now that he was flushed with embarrassment and excited lust from seeing his girlfriend, his girlfriend's mother, and his girlfriend's sister naked. Matter of fact, it wasn't cold down their cellar at all. It was quite comfortable. The thought that she may be sexual aroused excited him. It should be a rule, a custom, a tradition, and/or a law that all serious suitors should ogle their girlfriend's mother before continuing a serious relationship with her daughter, as it should be a rule, a custom, a tradition, and/or a law that all serious suitors should ogle their girlfriend's sister before continuing a serious relationship with her sister. How else could you see the gene pool up close and personal? Only in California could such a rule, a custom, a tradition, and/or a law flourish before sweeping enthusiastically across the country. It must have been a rule, a custom, a tradition, and/or a law somewhere in a land far away and long ago. He imagined boyfriends everywhere asking their potential mother and sister(s)-in-law to disrobe and pose naked for them before they got down on one knee and promised their intentions of marriage to their daughter and sister. What a great idea. Please, there is no need for all you horny guys who love incest as much as I do to thank me, the nude photos that you e-mail me of your future mothers-in-laws and future sisters-in-law are sufficient thanks. He imagined a conversation a young lady might have with her mother. "Mom, my boyfriend is coming over tonight and I think he's going to pop the question. I was wondering if—" "Yes, of course, there's no need to beat around the bush. Your sisters and I don't mind getting naked for him to take a gander at your gene pool." "Thanks Mom." What were the odds of seeing all the women of her family naked for such a prolonged period as was this Earth Day celebration? This was every perverts' dream come true, especially those who are into incestuous relationships. He wondered, no he hoped, but didn't dare ask, if any more relatives were expected to attend this sordid Earth Day celebration. It'd be nice to leer at a few more naked female cousins and naked aunts. Hey, why not see the whole tribe, I mean, clan, er family. When he looked down at the plate and reached out his hand for a brownie, her mother's pussy was again in his peripheral vision. Her pussy was so close to his extended hand...so near and yet so far. He imagined her pubic hair brushing the back of his hand. Boy, talk about homemade brownies, oh, yeah, these chocolate pastry confections may have a few hairy surprises in them. Suddenly, he was hungry for a clam, albeit a hairy clam, and a bearded clam at that. With her pubic hair only inches away from his knuckles, he had the urge to upturn his hand and cup her pussy. He wondered if it excited her to see his cock. He wondered if it excited her for him to see her naked. He wondered how she'd respond to his fingers fingering her while he probed her deeper and deeper with his stiff, long fingers. The sudden image of slowly running his finger along her slit and teasing her clit with his index finger while penetrating her with his middle finger, consumed his lust for her naked body. He wondered if she was wet just a little bit from seeing his cock. He imagined her dropping the plate of brownies and allowing him to masturbate her before falling on top of him in a wet, passionate French kiss. The image of her sliding down to the carpet, falling to her knees between his legs, and taking him in her mouth before they fucked like dogs in heat played a pornographic fast forward movie of lustful desire through his head. 'Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy...' What was he thinking? This was his girlfriend's mother he was suddenly lusting over. How dare he cheapen their custom and ruin their Earth Day holiday with sexual thoughts. For God's sake obviously they were nudists and not sexual deviants, as he certainly was by his lustful thoughts, wanton desires, and rude behavior by having the audacity to have an erection while they celebrated their sacred Earth Day holiday. Still, she had a remarkable body for a woman in her mid forties. She was a definite MILF. Now, he realized with his own eyes the benefit of his girlfriend's gene pool. No way did she look forty-something, especially with that hot body. Definitely, she looked ten years younger. She looked thirty-something. And because she was his girlfriend's mother, that made is oh so much more sensually erotic and wickedly forbidden to lust over her naked body. He'd never kick her out of bed for eating crackers. The odd thing, now that he saw his girlfriend's mother and sister naked, he wondered what they looked like in a bikini. Suddenly, he wondered what they looked like in their panties and bras. Suddenly, he wondered what they looked like fully dressed. It was a reverse phenomenon to think of her mother and sister fully clothe instead of thinking of them naked. Typically we all wonder what fully dressed women look like naked. He was thinking crazy thoughts. Without doubt and without shame, he was wicked with his thoughts of all the things that he would love to do to his girlfriend's mother and 20-year-old sister. Only, he was sure that not only would his girlfriend's mother reject him but also his girlfriend would dump him, too, no doubt. 'You're just like every white man taking advantage of my naked Mom on Earth Day,' he imagined his girlfriend saying as she kicked his ass out the door. He imagined her naked mother standing behind her daughter with her hand raised to her mouth, as if she had a cell phone while mouthing the words, 'Call me.' In the meantime, he couldn't wait to hug Sharon again when he was ready to leave. Maybe, he'd be brave enough to reach down and feel her ass while positioning his erect cock between her legs, as he inadvertently did with Ellen. He couldn't imagine the pool parties that this family must have. Matter of fact, if he's still around next year, he'll insist that they celebrate next Earth Day with a backyard barbeque of buffalo and corn or whatever the Hell Native American Indians eat. He imagined getting his girlfriend's mother and sister drunk and alone while the three of them frolicked naked in the deep end of the pool. 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Sharon, I didn't mean to hump you and penetrate you. I slipped on the slippery bottom of the pool. I'll just be a minute more before I'm done,' he imagined himself saying to his girlfriend's mother at next year's Earth Day celebration. 'Oh, I'm so sorry, Ellen, I didn't mean to stick my cock in your mouth. I was just, uhm, leaning over you to get another one of these delicious brownies,' he imagined himself saying to his girlfriend's naked sister at next year's Earth Day celebration. 'Thank you for having me,' he imagined saying as he hugged his girlfriend's sister while reaching down a hand to cup and squeeze her ass before saying good-bye with a long, wet, French kiss good-bye. He imagined his cock finding the slit in her pussy lips and parting them with a quick hump. He imagined her wet with lust for him, as she returned his hump. He imagined her shaking his cock good-bye instead of his shaking his hand. 'Thank you for your hospitality,' he imagined saying to her Mom, as he gave her a deep, wet French kiss good-bye. He imagined his erect cock slipping between her legs and with a quick hump parting her wet pussy lips as it did with her daughter Ellen. The thoughts of her kissing him back and returning his hump maintained his erection. To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 07 "Ellen, get some napkins for our guest, please," said her mother. The thought of Ellen, his girlfriend's sister and possibly his future sister, walking by his line of vision to get napkins burst his fantasy of hugging and humping his girlfriend's mother and possibly his future mother-in-law. Afraid to turn his head in either direction for fear of being caught leering at her, he couldn't help but lift his eyes ever so slightly to watch Lisa's younger 20-year-old sister pass by before him. Stunningly gorgeous, she was a sight to behold. She had nicely formed A cup tits with little pink, puffy nipples that were as high up as they were firm. He watched her perfect tits lightly bounce as she walked by him. Her long, blue-black hair that draped down along her back stopping just short of her ass glistened in the overhead light. She had a rockin' ass, a flat stomach, and a shaved pussy. Truly, if there were more naked Indian squaws who looked as good as she did back in the days of the American Cavalry; there'd be no need for land treaties and Indian wars, just sex. She had a smokin' hot body and she knew how to move it as she walked. Damn, she was a sexy bitch. The vision of her naked form took him away in a fantasy of making love to her, her mother, and his girlfriend. He wondered what it would feel like to go from one to the other in an incestuous threesome orgy of debauchery. His cock twitched with desire and he wondered if they had an Indian tradition where the bride shared her groom with all her female relatives the night of the wedding. This by far was quickly becoming his favorite holiday. He loved Earth Day. He loved these naked women. He loved this naked family. He looked over at his girlfriend as he chewed his brownie. 'Man this brownie is delicious. This is the best brownie I have ever had,' he thought to himself. "This brownie is delicious," he said deciding to voice his thoughts out loud. "This is the best brownie I have ever had." "Well, thank you," said Sharon beaming her smile at him. Mark had a full erection. He watched him stare at his 22-year-old sister's tits. "Stop staring at my tits, pervert" said Lisa folding her arms across her breasts. "You're such a little horn ball. Mom!" "I saw you sneaking a peek at your sister's tits," said his mother to her son while reaching out her hand and pinching the tip of his cock. Immediately, his cock deflated with the painful pinch. "Every year you get sexually excited over Earth Day. I never knew you were such a naturalist," she said with a laugh. "He's been trying to cop a feel of my tits all night, Mom." "Naughty boy," said his mother looking down at his cock as it started becoming erect again. She gave his erect cock another pinch and it deflated as quickly as it stiffened. He couldn't believe that Sharon just touched her son's cock not only once but twice. Only, it wasn't a sexual touch, it was a pinch, but nonetheless, she touched his cock, grabbed it actually and pinched it. Oh, my God, this family gets more outrageous. After another bite of brownie, he suddenly imagined her giving her son a hand job before taking his cock in her mouth and blowing him. "I can't help it, Mom," he said grabbing his cock and rubbing it, "it's the hormones. I've been thinking about baseball and math problems all day, but nothing works. Look," he said pointing over at me, "Freddie has a boner, too. You can't see it because he's concealing it with his hand, but he's got a big, stiff cock under there." 'Oh, shit! I'm busted. Ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy, ass, tits, pussy,' went through my mind in a whirlwind of sexually depraved thoughts. Even though he was trying his hardest not to think of asses, tits, or pussies, asses, tits, and pussies were all that he thought about. He couldn't believe the little shit ratted him out. He felt his face flush a bright red. He was so embarrassed. He tried to play it cool. Yet, there he was hiding his stiff prick with both hands hoping that no one would see it and hoping that he wouldn't be seen as a lecher. Unfortunately, that little shit brought it to everyone's attention. Whatever happened to the pervert code of ethical sexual behavior? There they were fellow perverts and as fellow perverts they were supposed to help one another out by, first of all, not ratting on them and second to help in their pursuit of gawking, leering, and lustfully desiring the naked female form. Apparently, he had not taken the pervert oath, yet. Ellen walked back in the room with her father and everyone stopped to stare at my lap. "Freddie's got an erection. Freddie's got an erection," she laughed as she handed me a napkin. "Freddie, don't be shy. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's quite natural for a young man, especially a man your age, to become sexually aroused by the naked female form. You are just a victim of your testosterone. C'mon, now, move your hand away and show us your cock. Let's see your big prick," said Sharon. "This way, you'll move past being embarrassed, concentrate on being one with the Earth, and your erection will dissipate." 'Yeah,' I thought to myself, 'I'd like to be one with you on the Earth outside. I'd love to pound your hot body into the soil and roll you over and over on the grassy lawn.' "I'm so sorry," I said moving my hand away and looking at my girlfriend's B cup tits and trimmed pussy. "It's just that you're all naked and I never expected this." My cock stiffened with the site of Lisa, her sister Ellen, and her mom Sharon all naked and all staring at my cock. 'Asses, tits, pussies...' Lisa's mom even came over and leaned over me to have a closer look at my cock. Her mouth was only inches away. It took all the control I had not to wrap an arm around her neck and pull her forward. I expected her to reach out her hand, wrap her fingers around my stiff dick, and hold it up for her personal inspection. I half expected she'd pinch it as she did her son's cock, so as to dissipate my erection. "You do have quite the erection," she said. I was so hoping she would touch it with her fingertip. I was hoping she would pinch it the way she did with her son's cock. I was hoping she'd wrap her hand around it and jerk me off before blowing me. "I'm sorry, but this is my first time seeing my girlfriend naked and then to see her mother and sister naked, well, it's a bit exciting." "Yes, it's understandable that you'd be sexually stimulated. In any event, you do have a very nice penis," said Sharon staring at my cock. "My daughter is a lucky girl." "Thank you, Sharon," I said looking down at my cock. I wrapped two fingers around it and pushed it forward in her direction for her to have a better look at it. "You don't think it's too big do you?" I stared down at it. "You don't think that it's too long or too thick?" I saw Ellen out of the corner of my eye staring at my cock while Lisa appeared to be embarrassed by my bold behavior. 'I freaking amazed myself asking her, my girlfriend's mom that question. What the Hell has gotten into me? What the Hell was I thinking to ask her that? Yet, I just didn't care.' As soon as I asked it I was embarrassed, but more than embarrassed, I was turned on and I was curious now what she'd say in response to my question. As soon as I was turned on, I didn't care if I made anyone feel uncomfortable. I just wanted to satisfy my sexual urges wherever they'd take me. "Oh, God no," said Sharon practically jumping up out of her seat, "I'd gobble that big hairy dick right up in my mouth before shoving it straight up my pussy." Well, if I was amazed asking her what I just asked her, then I was stunned by her answer. I couldn't believe my girlfriend's mom said she'd gobble my big, hairy dick before shoving it up her pussy. Had she not excited me so, she would have shocked me. Suddenly, I imagined her gobbling up my cock and sticking it in her mouth before sticking it up her pussy. 'Asses, tits, pussies...asses, tits, pussies...ass, tits, pussies...' "Mother, really!" "Oh, Lisa, have another brownie and relax. It's just a cock. It's no big deal." Then, Sharon looked at me and smiled. "Only, in your case it is a big deal," she said staring at my erection, "a very big deal," she said wiping away brownie crumbs from her lips with a blip of her big, red tongue. Lisa stood and took a brownie from the plate. "Only, Earth Day shouldn't excite you sexually," Sharon said to me. "I'm so sorry," I said. I was mortified. Actually, I'd be more embarrassed if I wasn't so sexually excited. Who was I kidding? I wasn't mortified or embarrassed and if given the chance, I'd do my girlfriend, my girlfriend's mom, and my girlfriend's sister, if I could. And if more of their family and friends showed up, aunts and female cousins, I'd do them, too. I was seriously hoping that friends of the family would show up, as well. I was hoping that this Earth Day celebration would be one big naked bash. "These fucking brownies are delicious," I said out loud. 'Shit,' I said to myself, 'did I just blurt out that these fucking brownies are delicious?' I couldn't believe I just said that? Where'd that come from? Oh, my God. What's gotten into me? It just blurted from my mouth. Mark was rolling on the couch laughing. Sharon ignored what I just said and Lisa and Ellen giggled between them. "It's disrespectfully wrong to feel sexual about this holiday," said Lisa's Mom. "This is the one day that we are free of our confining clothes to explore our native traditions. This is the way that we bond with the earth. One day out of 365 we return to how our ancestors lived thousands of years ago when they lived off the land and ran naked through the forest." She expressed her feeling with her hands, much like the Italians and Hawaiians do. The movement of her tits mesmerized me every time she moved her hands. I couldn't take my eyes off her nipples. Whenever she raised her hands while talking, her nipples moved up with them. "My husband's ancestors are 99% Sioux Indians and 1% Irish, from when the American Calvary raped our lands and raped our women. My ancestors are 100% Native American Indian from a small tribe in British Columbia before a French trapper raped my great, great grandmother in British Columbia and impregnated her with twins." "I'm so sorry," was all that I could say. Suddenly, as a Caucasian, I felt responsible for the violent actions of the white man against the Sioux nation and all the Native American Indians that they abused, raped, and murdered. I wanted to go hide somewhere, that is, until the thought that this Earth Day celebration should be a week long, no, a month long celebration and should include the rest of the family members, aunts, female cousins, and female friends of female cousins. Yes, if I was to marry in this family, I'd work hard to make this Earth Day celebration bigger and last longer. I'd make this holiday last as the long as the Chinese do when celebrating their month long Chinese New Year. 'Happy Earth Day,' I imagined saying to every naked female who walked across the threshold of my home, as I hugged them in a tight embrace making sure my cock found that warm wet place between their legs. 'Happy Earth Day,' I imagined them responding to me as we hugged and I humped. "You must remove the sexuality from this day and concentrate on nature and how man and women once coexisted without clothes and without feeling embarrassment or shame. Asking a fellow pervert to remove sexuality from hot naked females was like asking a man dying of thirst not to drink water. There are still tribes of people who dot the rain forest and who live as our ancestors once lived naked and free." '...and loaded with bug bites,' I thought. As much of a sexual pervert that I was, there was no freaking way that I'd be running around the rain forest naked. These people are nuts. At the very least, I'd be wearing my running shoes and underwear, okay, maybe a light cotton pair of pants and a nice Ralph Lauren Polo shirt, socks, and a floppy cotton hat. ...and I'd have my Blackberry with me, too, just in case...I wanted to leave and needed to call a rescue helicopter. Suddenly, he saw two images of Sharon, as the room started circling his head. What the Hell was in that brownie? He smiled as he stared at his naked girlfriend, his naked girlfriend's mother, and his naked girlfriend's sister. Like a laser beam, looking from one to the other, surprise, surprise, surprise, his vision focused on their tits, nipples, and pussy. "You are so beautiful, Sharon" he said smiling at her while reaching down between his legs and gently stroking his cock. He looked over at Lisa and Ellen and stroked his cock faster as he ogled both of them. "You are all so very beautiful and you all have beautiful asses, tits, and pussies." "Look, he's playing with himself. He's jerking off over you, Mom and you Lisa and you Ellen," said Mark. "Ewww!" Lisa hid her face in a pillow while Ellen laughed. "Oh, that's just the brownie making him do that, the poor man," said Sharon. "He's not use to Peyote. It's probably his first time eating it." Trying to remember what happened, he remembered that it all had started when Lisa had called him that morning to invite him over to celebrate Earth Day. He thought he'd be alone with her. He thought they he'd be planting trees, picking up recyclable trash, and painting fences, that is, until she opened the door naked. Then, he thought they'd be having wild, passionate, unbridled, lustful sex. He had no idea that her parents celebrated Earth Day by getting naked and eating peyote filled brownies. He had no idea they'd all be there naked. "Earth Day? No one celebrates Earth Day? It's not even an official holiday," he said out loud as he relived the conversation that he had with Lisa earlier. "What do you do plant a tree, paint a fence, and recycle plastics?" He verbalized his every thought now continuing the private conversation that Lisa had with him. "No," said Lisa while dancing around the living room naked, "it's the one day of the year that we get in touch with our roots. We return to how our ancestors lived before moral conformity and puritan ethics strangled the life out of love for our family and friends. Yeah, baby, I'd like to make love to your naked family and friends." "Mom, he's regurgitating everything that happened. He's spitting out his dialogue and Lisa's dialogue." "Don't interrupt him, Mark, I want to hear what he has to say," said Ellen. "The poor man," said Sharon. "He's so out of it." Everything that happened before was jumbled in his mind, especially the sequence and time of events. He was so confused. "Okay," he said repeating what he had said earlier to Lisa, "so what time is this Indian Earth Day celebration?" "Since you are our special guest this year," said repeating what Lisa had said to him, "whatever time you arrive is when our celebration begins." He continued the conversation repeating both parts of the dialogue, his and Lisa's. "Special guest? Who was your special guest last year?" "My Mom invited her boss last year and the year before my father invited a friend of his." "Should I bring anything?" "No, there's no need. My mom made brownies." "This is too, funny," said Mark. "Mom! Tell him not to make fun of my boyfriend." "Don't make fun of your sister's boyfriend, Mark. Some people have a natural intolerance for Peyote." "Aha! Brownies," he said, "that was a code word for you won't want or need any food or drink once you start eating these drugged brownies, so there's no need to bring anything." "I remember arriving and my girlfriend answering the door naked. I remember seeing Lisa naked. She was naked. Yeah, I remember that she was naked when she opened the front door. Did I tell you that she was naked? Oh, shit, I'm repeating myself." Freddie rocked back in forth in his chair with his head tilted back. "Oh, shit, am I saying all this out loud? Oh, shit, I'm stroking my cock as I'm staring at my girlfriend's naked mother and naked sister. Oh, shit, did I just say that out loud, too?" He started laughing. "Lisa's sister is a siren. I'd love to bone her up the ass. I'd love to suck her pussy. I'd love to make love to all three of them. Oh, shit, I can't believe I said that. Happy Earth Day everyone! Isn't fucking Earth Day a great holiday? I just love this fucking planet." "I think our special guest is high," said Lisa's brother laughing, "really, really high and higher than I've ever seen anyone." "What the Hell? Why are you naked, Lisa? Yeah, I remember saying that," said Freddie rambling. "Why are you naked, Lisa? Man she's got a hot body." "Oh, yeah, the brownie has definitely gotten to him," said Lisa's sister. "Fortunately, he'll have no recollection of this in the morning." "This is how I celebrate Earth Day, she said to me. I'm starting to like this holiday I remember saying to her. Happy Earth Day!" "Don't worry, Dude," said Mark, "I had an erection the first time we celebrated Earth Day a few years back and the first time I saw my sisters' and my mom's tits, ass, and pussy. Then, when I ate a brownie, I was a sexual animal. Now, I'm used to it, well," he said looking down at his stiff cock and looking over at Lisa's tits and then Ellen's tits, "almost." He looked up at his mother's tits. "Damn, I'll never get used to this." "Mom, the little pervert is staring at my tits, again," said Lisa. "Stop staring at your sister's tits, Mark." "Mom, Mark grabbed my tit, again," said Lisa. "Mark, leave your sister's tits alone." "Oh, God, now this is embarrassing. I'm talking out loud and sharing my most private thoughts with people who I just met. I can't believe my girlfriend, my girlfriend's Mom, and my girlfriend's sister are naked, too. Boy, I'd like to make love with them. I'd love for them to take turns blowing me. Yeah, I'd love for them to suck my big cock. I would love to cum in Sharon's mouth." "Dude, I can't believe you said you want to cum in my Mom's mouth," laughed Mark. "Do you see what you did, Mark? I told you that I didn't want you talking sexually on Earth Day. Now you've given our honored guest the wrong impression of us and about this sacred Earth Day celebration. Sex has nothing to do with his celebration. Since sex was on his mind before ingesting the Peyote, which explains why he is like this now." "Sex," said Mark smiling "has everything to do with this celebration." He pulled Lisa's hand and wrapped it around his cock. "Stop it, you little perv," she said pulling her hand away and finishing her brownie. "Mom, he just put my hand on his cock." "Knock it off, Mark." Mark took Ellen's hand and put it around his cock. She left it there while slowly stroking him. "Don't encourage him, Ellen," said Lisa to her sister. "It's just a hand job, Lisa. It's no big deal." "Freddie, Freddie," said Sharon shaking me. "Are you okay?" He looked up and Lisa's Mom was standing over him. Her big tits were so very close to his mouth. He reached up and felt one tit and then felt her other tit. He watched as his hand went from one tit to the other and back again. His fingers quickly found her nipples and he fondled them while caressing her big tits. "I'm a little dizzy is all," he said with a giggle. "You have very nice knockers, Sharon. I would love to suck your big, brown nipples." "Thank you, Freddie. I'm glad you like my tits. Let's get you some fresh night air," she said helping him to stand and escorting him out on the back porch. To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 08 "You have beautiful tits," he said again to his girlfriend's Mom as he reached his hand over and felt her tits again, this time for a much longer duration. "You're nipples are so big." Now, his hand was all over her tits, caressing them, feeling them, and pulling at her nipples. "Well, thank you. You have a beautiful cock," she said reaching her hand down and wrapping her fingers around it and stroking him to a stiff erection as they walked out the back door. "Oh, I feel so much better being outside in the night air," he said. "Do you want to sit?" "No, I'd rather stand if you don't mind. I'd get dizzy all over again if I sat," he laughed. "My head is still spinning." "Just put your head back and take some deep breaths in and relax," she said. "What was in the brownie?" "Peyote." "What's that?" "Peyote is the pink flower of the cactus. American Indians have used it for thousands of years for ritual and medicinal use. My relatives back west keep me in good supply. They have a way of freeze drying it and then I grind up what I need, much like a spice or seasoning. I guess we are used to its effects," she said laughing. "The first time you use it bites you the worst. We were given Peyote once we were of age and needed to see our vision. It's not a sexual drug, but if that is the last thing on your mind before you take it, it can be deemed an aid to heighten your sexual pleasure." Suddenly, a head popped up over the hedge next door. "Hello Sharon. Nice tits." "Hello Brian. Thank you. I bet you wish you could feel them and suck them." "Celebrating Earth Day again, Sharon, I see?" He ignored her statement and leered at her naked body. "Yes, we are, Brian and if you weren't such a shit for a neighbor, we'd have you over to celebrate with us." "Thank you, no. Nice tits, though, Sharon." "Well, thank you, again, Brian," she said with a laugh. "I bet you'd like to feel them while I sucked your cock," she said again pushing his buttons. Only, this time it worked. This time he was angry. It was obvious, even in my drug induced state that he was sexually frustrated and was obviously taking out the frustration on her. "You and your whole family are perverts and this Earth Day celebration thing, whatever it is, is all just an excuse for an incestuous orgy if you ask me," said her nosy neighbor. "You people are all going straight to Hell. Yeah, that's where you're going, straight to Hell. You're nothing but a bunch of sexual savages if you ask me. Further, if you ask me—" "Well, no one asked you, Brian. Maybe you should mind you own business before my husband scalps you, ties you to the totem pole, and skins you alive before setting your fat body on fire." His head popped back down and he disappeared somewhere behind the hedges. "Who was that?" "Oh, that's just my nosy neighbor, Brian Moon. We call him Full Moon, that's our Indian name for him because he's so loony. He's always spying on me hoping to see me naked. I see him at the window with his binoculars all the time. He pretends he's looking at birds, but the only birds that interest him are me and my daughters." "Well, I think he succeeded in seeing you naked this time, Sharon," he said staring down at her tits and her furry pussy. "I guess he did," she said looking down at her tits and laughing. "Many of our neighbors have seen me and my family naked form time to time. We're used to it. Nakedness doesn't mean to us what it means to others." It was surreal that he was standing naked in front of his girlfriend's mother while she sat in a lawn chair staring at my cock. He was so excited seeing his girlfriend's mother naked and having her see him naked that he still had a huge erection. She was at the exact height with his cock that if she leaned forward, she could blow him. 'My cock is so close to her mouth that I wish she'd blow me.' As soon as he thought that, he felt bad. 'God, what a terrible thing to think about my girlfriend's mother, I'm such a degenerate. How could I think that about her? How could I ruin their Earth Day by having sexual thoughts?' The more that he tried not to think sexually about Sharon, the more he thought about her ass, tits, and pussy. I mean, they were right there not two feet away from his horny hands. Then, when she moved her chair closer to him, it took him a moment to realize that she had her hand wrapped around his cock. He looked down and she was staring at his erect cock while stroking him. Boy did that feel good. Now, to him, this was a sexual thing but to these native Indians, being naked had something to do with reliving the life of their ancestors and bonding with the Earth. Whatever? He was just happy that she was giving him a hand job; I mean a stroke of nature. He felt incredible to have her touching him sexually, I mean, naturally like that and the head of his cock was only inches away from her mouth. He touched her hair, moving a strand away from her eye, and felt her cheek with his fingertips. As were her daughters, she truly was a beautiful woman and if Lisa was to look anything like she looked twenty years from now, wow was all he could say. He imagined her blowing him. Only, she said before that he shouldn't think that Earth Day had anything to do with sex, but instead with bonding with the earth. Whatever? She had her hand wrapped around his cock and was gently stroking him. How is that not sexual? How is that bonding with the Earth? This peyote made his mind repeat his thoughts. Everything was surreal. It all seemed so real and so unreal at the same time, surreal. He tried to think of this as a more mature adult would and tried focusing on the natural phenomenon of life. Yeah, maybe that's what she meant. Only, he had such a huge erection and all he could think of was Lisa, Ellen, and Sharon naked. All he could think of were asses, tits, and pussies. Then, he couldn't believe it when she leaned forward in her chair and took his cock in her mouth. She was blowing him. I mean, of course, that she wasn't blowing him but bonding with him naturally. It was weird. It was surreal. To him, it didn't feel like a sexual act at first, if felt more loving, but the fact of the matter was that she was blowing him. He looked down. Yep, she's sucking his cock, alright. He reached down and caressed her tits and fingered her nipples while he used the fingers of his other hand to touch and feel her lips wrapped around his cock. When he closed his eyes and touched her lips in that way, it made him more sexually excited thinking of her sucking him off. God damn she gave him such a fine blowjob at that, too. He watched her cup his balls with her hand as she gently stroked him with her other hand. Her lips were wrapped around his cock while her tongue licked the head of it. It was exciting to watch his girlfriend's mother blow him while he fondled her tits and just like Lisa, she had spectacular tits. Her nipples were so hard and he loved pulling them and twisting them as she blew him. He could tell that she enjoyed it when he toyed with her nipples like that. "Happy Earth Day," he said as he rested his hand on the back of her head while his other hand fondled her hanging tit. Slowly, he started humping her mouth until he was fucking her mouth while pushing her head forward with his hand. I mean, he was really fucking her mouth, slamming his cock deeper and deeper inside until she took it all in. The sight and feeling of her sucking his cock was incredible. He felt himself getting ready to cum. He couldn't wait to shoot his load in her mouth. He couldn't wait for his girlfriend's mother, possibly his future mother, to swallow his load. "Should I light the grille, Honey?" He was startled to see her husband standing next to her watching his wife blow him. Her husband smiled at him as he patted her on the back. "I'm glad to see you enjoying yourself with our special guest on this lovely Earth Day, Honey." "Why don't we wait," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak as she continued stroking him before reinserting it in her mouth again, "I want to get better acquainted with our special guest before we eat. I'm almost done here. I can feel him getting ready to cum in my mouth." "Oh, okay, I'm going to celebrate Earth Day with Ellen, then. I haven't spent any quality time with her, yet. I'm sorry for the interruption." Now that Freddie knew what was in that brownie, he realized why he was as high as a kite. He reached his hand down and cupped her tits while fingering her nipples. Her tits were as big as they were firm and they felt wonderful in his hand. Touching her tits, his girlfriend's mothers tits, made him so very excited. He was close to cumming. He could feel it welling up. He could feel balls tighten and his cock getting ready to erupt and explode his milky white, warm liquid in her mouth and down her throat. She could feel it, too, he imagined as she quickened her stroking and started making those cocksucking slurping sounds that all we guys love to hear when getting a blowjob. It didn't take him long to cum in her mouth. I mean, really, c'mon, his girlfriend's mom was sucking his cock and she was a real MILF. Only, just as she released his cock from her mouth, he exploded a second huge load all over her face. Literally, he gave her a cum bath. She had cum hanging from her eye lashes, nose, and lips. Never had he cummed so much. She milked him dry with that blowjob. "Well, that was amazing," she said. "I really enjoyed celebrating Earth Day with you. My daughter is a lucky girl. I hope to look forward to many more Earth Day celebrations with you as part of our family." "Well, thank you, Sharon. I'd love it if you were my mother one day. I couldn't think of having a better mother-in-law than you." 'Having a mother-in-law with benefits was definitely a bonus,' I thought. "Let's go back inside," she said wiping cum from her lip with her finger and licking it. "They're probably looking for us." As soon as they entered the kitchen he saw Lisa's dad boning his daughter Ellen doggy style over the kitchen sink. Ellen was very vocal. He stood there with Sharon watching her husband humping Ellen so hard that her tits were bouncing off her breast plate and making a slapping sound. She had small A cup breasts, but they were big enough to make such an erotically exciting little noise. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me. Stick that big cock in my pussy. Hump me harder, Daddy. Squeeze my tits. Pull and twist my nipples. I can't wait to blow you, again, Daddy. I just love your big, hairy cock, Daddy. I can't wait to swallow every drop of your cum when you cum in my mouth." Damn, the sexy bitch loves to talk dirty. Just listening to her being so vocal was very arousing. She made him wish that he could celebrate Earth Day with her, too. "Happy Earth Day," she said looking over at us. Ellen looked down at his cock and ran her tongue over her lips. "Did you two have a good time?" "Oh, yes," said her mother. "I think I straightened him out," she said with a chuckle "and I got some protein, too. Matter of fact, he squirted quite a load all over my face. He gave me quite the cum bath. It's great for my complexion, though," she said laughing while rubbing her checks with residual cum that dotted her face. He's feeling much better now, we both are." "Isn't she a great cocksucker," her husband said winking at him. "Do you want sloppy seconds when I'm done with my daughter?" "Oh, uhm, yeah, maybe later," he said watching him humping Ellen and watching her tits bounce off her chest from the hard action of his humping, "uhm, I'm going to have another brownie, I think." When Freddie walked in the living room, Lisa was on her knees between her brother's legs. At first he didn't know what she was doing. He thought there was something wrong. Mark's face was so flushed that he thought her brother was hurt. Still a bit out of it from the Peyote in the brownies and still enjoying the afterglow of receiving an incredible blowjob from her mother, he sat in the chair diagonally from them. As soon as he took a big bite of another brownie, his second or third or fourth, he lost count, the room started circling his head again. Then, he realized that she was blowing her brother. He couldn't believe she was sucking his cock. Oh, my God, Lisa, his shy and modest girlfriend, a woman who has not given him sex yet, was sucking off her brother. From what he could see, this wasn't the first cock she had in her mouth and this wasn't the first time she had sucked her brother off. He ate his brownie while watching them. From his angle he had a good view of the action. Like mother like daughter, Lisa proved to be quite the cocksucker. He watched her head bobbing up and down, as he listened to the cocksucking sounds she made. The whole thing was so very excitingly erotic. The action of her blowing her brother made him look forward to her sucking his cock. She'd only given him a two fingered hand job, so far, but now, after this, ahem, Earth Day celebration, he now expected oh so much more from her and from her mother and sister, too, no doubt. "Happy Earth Day," her brother said giving him the two thumbs up sign. "Happy Earth Day to you, too," said Freddie giving him a thumbs up sign in return. He watched as her brother played with his sister's tits. It was surreal watching Lisa give another guy a blowjob, especially with the other guy being her brother. She had her little hand tightly wrapped around his cock stroking him faster and faster, as she sucked his big prick. She was making all the good noises that guys love to hear when they are getting blown. Her cocksucking noises were turning him on so much so that he wished she was sucking his cock instead. He watched as her brother placed a hand on the back of her head and toyed with her lush dark brown, nearly black hair. "That feels so good, Sis. Only can your stroke me just a little faster. I'm getting ready to cum." "Yeah, well, easy with my nipples, though," she said pulling his cock from her mouth to speak. "They're sensitive. I'm getting my period," she said pulling his cock out of her mouth to speak again, "and don't cum in my mouth like you did the last time. I told you that you can cum on my tits, but not in my mouth. I'm saving my mouth for Freddie." 'Damn,' thought Freddie, 'I guess I'm next and I can cum in her mouth. I wonder if she swallows. Well, from the blowjob she's giving her brother, I can safely assume that she swallows. Only after the blowjob her mother gave me, there's not very much cum left.' "Okay, I'll let you know when I'm about to cum, Sis. I promise not to cum in your mouth," he said looking over at Freddie and giving him a wink. Again, Freddie still out of it gave him another thumbs up sign and Mark returned with his thumbs up sign. As soon as he said that, he pushed her head forward, winked again at Freddie, and let go of a full load of cum in his sister's mouth. She pulled away finally freeing herself from his hold and standing up. He watched as she spit out his cock from her mouth just as he let go another spurt of cum that exploded across her eyes and nose. Just as Freddie had given Sharon a cum bath, Mark gave his sister a cum bath. She had cum dripping from her nose and lips. "I asked you not to cum in my mouth, you little pervert." "I'm sorry, Sis, but a guy can't stop that in mid ejaculation. I'll make it up to you when we celebrate Earth Day later in bed and I'm eating your pussy." "I'm going to get cleaned up," said Lisa heading off to the bathroom. Sharon entered the room and pulled Freddie up by the hand, again. "Come with me big boy. I need to bond with the Earth, again. I need to celebrate nature. I need to feel your big cock inside my wet pussy. Happy Earth Day," she said smiling. She led him to the bedroom and fell back upon the bed pulling him on top of her. She giggled like a school girl before taking his face in her hands and giving him a big wet one. Never had he kissed an older woman. Never had he kissed the mother of any of his girlfriends. As soon as he thought that, he felt her tongue part his lips and they were French kissing. They were making out like horny teenagers in the back seat of a Rambler while not watching the movie at the drive-in. He felt her hand reach down for his cock. She pulled him on top of her, inserted his stiff prick in her wet pussy, and humped him until he was fully inserted. Then, she rolled him over and started fucking him, really fucking him. It was surreal to see his girlfriend's mom sitting on his cock as he watched her tits bouncing up and down and side to side. He reached up and squeezed her big tits, as he pinched and pulled her nipples. She was a good lover. Only, he hadn't even made love to his girlfriend, yet, and here he was making love to his girlfriend's mom. Come to think of it, his girlfriend's mom blew him before his girlfriend and his girlfriend's brother came off in his girlfriend's mouth before he did. And judging by their conversation, that wasn't their first time. Apparently, they had celebrated other Earth Day's together. After fifteen minutes of humping, he felt her tighten. She threw her head back and had a quivering orgasm. At first, she scared him. He thought she was having a seizure. "Are you done with him," said Ellen entering the bedroom and closing the door behind her. "I am for the time being," said Sharon, "but I need to bond with him again, later. There's a full moon tonight. Right now, I need a cigarette and another brownie." "Come here, big boy," said Ellen. She fell between his legs and licked off her mother's juices from his still stiff cock. "I need to make you nice and hard again so that you can give me what you gave my mom. Happy Earth Day," she said with a laugh. She was a very pretty girl with nice A cup tits, an incredible ass, and a shaved pussy. He had a difficult time with the concept that he was having sloppy seconds with my girlfriend's sister after her father had just fucked her. Man, these Indians know how to party, I mean, celebrate Earth Day. These Native Americans are insatiable, I mean, party animals. No sooner has she started sucking his cock when the bedroom door burst open. Ellen removed his cock from her mouth and turned her head towards the door. "Grandma!" She bolted up from me to give her naked Grandma a hug. "Hi Ellen, sweetie. Go celebrate Earth Day with Grandpa while I celebrate Earth Day with Lisa's boyfriend." She winked at her granddaughter. "Your grandfather has been looking forward to receiving another one of your special blowjobs that you gave him last year. She looked down at me and stared at my cock. "I can see that you're happy to see Grandma. Just let me take out my partial plate so that I can give your cock a proper gum job." Suddenly, my office door burst open and my angry wife walked in the room and caught me. "Jimmy! What the Hell are you doing?" "What? I, uhm, was reading some poetry online." "Poetry my ass! You were reading dirty stories on Literotica again, weren't you?" "They have poetry, too, and not all their stories are dirty." "You're naked you big pervert and our guests have arrived. My mother and sisters are here. My cousins and friends will be here soon, too. The entire Local League of Women's Voters will be here any minute and you're hanging around in your birthday suit while jerking off. "I, uhm, I'm sorry." "You were reading and jerking off to another one of Bostonfictionwriter's stories, weren't you?" "Yes." "Go put on some clothes on, now, before someone sees you and hurry back downstairs. I need you to chop nuts. I'm making brownies for our Earth Day celebration party." As soon as she said she was making brownies for the Earth Day celebration party, he had an idea. Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 08 To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 09 Jimmy dug through his sock draw looking for the bag of Hashish that lay hidden there since Christmas. He held it up to the light. It held a goodly amount of the good stuff, the stuff that he had paid premium dollars to get, and the stuff that makes non-believers see God. He was saving it for a special day. He couldn't think of another day more special to use his secreted drug stash than Earth Day. Yeah, today was the day. He quickly dressed, retrieved the bag of nuts from the panty shelf, and started chopping. Somehow he had to not only grind but also sneak his ground up Hashish in the mixture of brownie batter without his wife seeing and suspecting that it was there. The art of making and keeping drug laced brownies a secret was not only in the smoothing of the top surface but also in the grinding. The ground Hashish had to be so fine so as to be undetectable to the naked eye. Luckily, his wife was busy entertaining her mother and sisters, who had just arrived for this Earth Day party and political meeting. His wife had said that the Local League of Women Voters wanted to make their contribution to help save the planet and to do their share for a greener environment. "Hi, Sis, it's so nice of you to come to my little party," she said kissing her sister on the cheek. "Hi, Mom, you look nice. Only, they'll be no men here today," she said joking at the flirtatious nature of her mother who was always on the prowl for cock. "Oh, I know that, Diane. I always want to look my best. You never know. On the way home, some handsome traffic cop might pull me over and allow me to get off with a warning instead of a ticket." She winked at her daughter. "I've done that before." His sister Karen, younger than her sister, Diane, had the body that his wife had before giving birth to two children. Not that Diane had a bad body, but Karen had a great figure. Where Diane looked more like her Dad, Karen was a carbon copy, albeit a much younger version of her mother, Stella. Apparently, Karen had been taking lessons from her mother on how to be a cock teaser, because she certainly was one and had grew bolder in her sexy behavior once she received her breast implants on the insistence and with the payment of her mother. Karen made him wild with lustful desire for her. More than once he controlled himself from grabbing her around the waist and sticking his wet tongue down her throat while he reached a hand up her skirt, in-between her legs, and down her panty to finger her pussy or sticking a hand down her blouse and bra to caress her tit and finger her nipple. When he was at her apartment last month to help her move furniture and after a few drinks, he persuaded her to show him her breasts. Actually, his powers of persuasion were more akin to pathetic begging. Finally, he wore down her resistance, after giving her a tension headache, and she relented by removing her blouse and bra. They were perfectly symmetrical C cup breasts with big suckable nipples, the kind that make a noise when popping out of your mouth. She even allowed him to feel her tits on the pretense that Diane was thinking about getting breast implants. Diane was the opposite of her mother and sister and breast implants were the last thing on her wish list after a new minivan, a trip to Disney World with the kids, and paying down the charge cards. Other than a trip to Florida, there was nothing exciting sexual or otherwise about any of those choices. His mother, Stella, a dyed blonde bombshell was married and divorced twice and looking for her third husband. She was a sexy bitch who continued wearing short skirts and low cut tops even though she was in her early fifties. Hard around the edges, she didn't look her age and anyone would think her ten years younger, especially by the way she dressed. He was always trying to steal a peak of his mother-in-law's goods and forever wearing short skirts and low cut tops, she was never shy about showing him what she had with copious amounts of upskirt and downblouse views. Once, he got a good, long peek of her surgically enhanced C cup boobs, when she undid her bikini top, somewhat covered herself with her hands, and asked him to rub lotion on her back. He was very generous with the lotion and she did nothing to stop his roaming hands. More than once, he felt the sides of her tits and while rubbing lotion over the back of her thighs briefly touched her where he wanted to stick his tongue and cock. Matter of fact, she encouraged his touches when she continually cooed, "Oh, that feels so good." Only, he stopped himself from touching her in all the inappropriate places that he wanted to touch her for fear that she'd tattle to Diane that he was putting the moves on her poor, innocent mother. She'd been hanging around the social clubs that dot Boston looking to hook up with someone who had money, power, and influence, but all she found were married men. Married men suited her for what she needed now, but their wives would kill her if they ever got their jealous hands around her pretty, little neck. She was attracted to mob men who were all married to little Sicilian wives that stayed home cooking, cleaning, and raising more little mob men and spoiled Sicilian Princesses and who'd kill anyone who came between them and their man. Stella was every man's mistress, but no man's wife. Yeah, definitely, there was some unfinished sexual business between him and his mother. The door bell rang and he heard his wife, Diane, open the door and greet her cousins. "Hi Audrey. Hi Brenda. It's so nice of you to come on such short notice." He really liked Audrey and Brenda. Diane had invited them last minute when she heard they were home from the trip abroad. Even after having them over dozens of times, he still couldn't tell the twins apart. At twenty-six-years old, they still dressed alike, talked at the same time, and finished one another's thoughts. Their dressing alike was kind of kinky but endearing nonetheless. The talking at the same time and finishing one another's thoughts was fun and funny in the beginning, but became annoying after a while. He remembered when they were in college a few years ago and attended a pool party that he and Diane hosted had in their backyard. Outrageous in their behavior once high on alcohol, they entertained his neighbors and friends by removing their bikini tops, flaunting their B cup breasts, and French kissing while standing on the diving board before diving in, just as Diane and the wives were making their way out back. No one else saw their erotic tease striptease and incestuous lesbian kiss but the men. The doorbell heralded the arrival of the neighbors, Laura, Betty, Sue, and June. Diane escorted them in the living room and the room was filled with cigarette smoke and the ear shattering noise of nine women all talking and laughing at the same time. A definite bedroom community, Laura was married to Bill and Betty to Bob, only Laura and Betty were having a lesbian affair that they thought no one suspected. Sue was married to Larry and June to Michael and they spent weekends away 'camping' where they swapped spouses. Michael spilled the beans to Jimmy after a few boilermakers worked its magic with his tongue. The doorbell rang again. He peered around the corner, as his wife opened the front door inviting the tenth and final woman inside. A stately, well-built redhead of about 35-years-old entered his home pulling a large suitcase. 'Wow, who the Hell is this,' he wondered. She looked like she could be a hostess at one of those fancy eateries or a pharmaceutical salesperson or a high priced call girl. He enjoyed imaging her as a high priced call girl here to see him. Only, the noisy women in the living room ruined his all too brief fantasy. He wondered why she'd brought a suitcase to the Local League of Women's Voters meeting. He wondered what was in the suitcase. He imagined her Pullman bag was filled with sexy lingerie and a couple of toys for when she was alone and lonely in her hotel room. Maybe, she has a plane to catch right after the meeting. Yeah, that's probably it. They don't live very far from Logan Airport. He wondered where she was going. He imagined her lying topless on a white sandy beach and inviting him, as he walked by her, to rub lotion of her back, her thighs, and on her D cup breasts. She was certainly a good looking woman. He made a note to take more interest in politics. Suddenly, this statuesque redhead consumed his thoughts. Yeah, sure, she was beautiful, but there was something else about her, something that he couldn't quite put a finger to as to why he was so very attracted to her. She just mesmerized him. 'I betcha she has blue eyes,' he said to himself. 'Yeah, I betcha she has the kind of blue eyes that hypnotizes you.' His wife came in the kitchen as he continued chopping nuts at a feverish pace. "That's good enough, Jimmy." "Good enough? I'm not nearly done chopping nuts, Diane. You know how much I like extra nuts in my brownies." "Sorry, Hon, but I don't have time to make brownies. The women are already here and I need to play hostess." "Don't worry, Sweetie. You go and entertain your guests and I'll make the brownies," he said not believing his sudden lucky break. Now, he can take his time to properly drug the batter along with the guests. "Thanks, Jimmy, you're a doll," she said kissing him on the cheek and squeezing his ass. "But as soon as they are in the oven and you've set the time, you can go. And please go out by the back door so that, uhm, you don't interrupt our meeting." "Go? Go where?" "I thought you were going out with the guys?" "Nah, I decided to stay here and listen to the political discussion. I never knew you were interested in politics and were affiliated with the Local League of Women's Voters. This discussion about who to throw your support to in the upcoming presidential election will be much more interesting and insightful than having a few beers at the sports bar watching the Red Sox game. They're playing the Yankees. The Sox will win anyway." "Yeah, well, it's not really the Local League of Women's Voters and we're really not having a political discussion?" "It's not? You're not?" He peered in the living room as the tall, shapely redhead was setting up clothing racks. "I'm having a lingerie party." "No fucking way!" "Shhh, everyone will here you." "I thought this was an Earth Day party," he said in a hoarse whisper. "What does sexy lingerie have to do with Earth Day?" "Well, the lingerie is from the Green Earth Clothing Company. The lingerie is organic, eco-friendly and/or made from hemp and other products and materials that is not only bio-degradable but is handmade by disenfranchised women in third world countries. A potion of the money goes to help women's micro business development." She got his interest when she mentioned hemp. "Wow, you know how much I'm interested in saving the planet and furthering women's causes. I'd love to see those products." "Saving the planet my ass. The only thing you want to further in women is your cock. What a crock of shit, Jimmy. You just want to see lingerie fashioned on live models, especially my sister. You've always had the hots for her." "Are you kidding me? They try stuff on in our living room?" He ignored commenting on his obvious attraction to her sister. That was a no win argument. He wondered if she knew that he wanted to fuck her mother, too. What is it with her family? All of her relatives are babes. Suddenly, he thought of Bostonfictionwriter's Earth Day Sioux Indian Style story and had an erection thinking about bending Karen over the kitchen sink while he fucked her doggie style and felt her abundant breasts. Then, he thought of Stella finding them in the kitchen and playing the indignant bitch mother when she was just jealous. He imagined her threatening to tell Diane that he was fucking her sister when he grabbed her by the hair, kissed her hard, pushed her down to her knees and fucked her face with his cock. He imagined cumming in her mouth while feeling her big breasts. 'God, I'm so freaking horny,' he thought. 'I really need to watch this lingerie party.' "No, I have them go in our bedroom to try things on for size before they buy," said Diane. "C'mon, Diane, let me stay. Please? You won't even know I'm here." His erection pulsated in his jeans thinking about playing host just so that he could steal some peeks of everyone in their lingerie. "No, you can't stay, Jimmy," she said whispering. "Your presence would make the women uncomfortable for you to see them in their lingerie. You'd ruin the party. No one would buy anything." She shot him a sexy look. "And if you promise to disappear, I promise to buy something special for tonight." She gave him a wink. "I'll suck your cock and you can cum on my tits." 'Big freakin' deal. Gees, I'm tired of cumming on her tits. I want to cum in her mouth. I want to watch her swallow my load. I betcha her sister and mother both swallow.' "Okay, okay, that's no problem. I'll stay upstairs." "You will?" She looked at him. "You promise?" "Yeah...I promise." "You won't sneak down and try to peek?" "Nah," he said as he continued chopping nuts. "Do I look juvenile or perverted to you?" "Well, a few minutes ago you were up in your office naked and reading while jerking off to Bostonfictionwriter's stories on Literotica." "Oh, that, yeah, well, I told you I was reading poetry and you know how iambic pentameter turns me on." "Iambic pentameter? Yeah, especially if they rhyme with east and west incest is best, better than all the rest, especially when the sex is in your family nest." "Oh, that, you read that poem that I started writing, huh?" "It's kind of sick, Jimmy." "Listen," he said quickly changing the subject, "you go and entertain your guests and I'll make the brownies. It's easy. I've been reading the instructions on the box." "Oh, okay. Thanks Jimmy." As soon as his wife left the room, Jimmy added the entire bag of his special ingredient to the brownies. Matter of fact, he had chopped so many nuts while fantasizing about the women parading around his living room in their naughty nighties and had more than enough Hashish to make two, big, potent pans of brownies. Fortunately, Diane had an extra box of brownie mix in the panty. He put the two pans of brownies in the oven and set the timer. Just in case, he made his special punch, too. He figured the punch would be ready before the brownies. He had a small block of ice that he was saving for next weekend to chill his beer in the cooler when he was going fishing with his neighbor Michael. He had time to freeze another one. He was hoping to get Michael drunk again so that he could hear more about the sordid details about his adventures in wife swapping. Jimmy had always fantasized about watching Diane do another Dude, but he never verbalized his fantasies to her about that for fear that she'd lambaste him and throw his computer out the window. He knew that Diane flirted with Michael and Larry. He knew that she was attracted to them. They were good looking men, after all. Only, he didn't know how she'd feel about them if she knew that they were living the swinging lifestyle right in their neighborhood. Nonetheless, whenever he jerked off, he imagined sitting in a chair across from the bed while Diane, tied up and blindfolded, blew Michael and had Larry fuck her from behind. Then, he imagined them both switching places with her blowing Larry and Michael fucking her from behind. That, by far, was his favorite fantasy. His next favorite fantasy was having hot sex with her mother and sister together at the same time. He put the ice in the middle of the punch bowl. Then, he cut up watermelon, cantaloupe, honey dew melon, and squished grapes, cherries, oranges and pineapple to the mixture. Now, he was ready to add the good stuff. He added full bottles of vodka, rum, gin, and champagne. The fruit made the hard stuff so sweet that you'd be hard pressed to taste any alcohol. Amazingly, it tasted like an alcohol free fruit punch. Between the brownies and the punch, he assured himself a good time. The last time he made his special zombie punch her relatives who all drank nothing stronger than tea drank it all, sucked the juice out of the fruit, and had a grand old time. Her grandmother even did a striptease while standing on the coffee table. She stripped down to her bra and panty, but slipped from the table just as she was unhooking her bra. Everyone was wasted. He roamed the living room playing the perfect host when instead he was there just to ogle the women getting down and dirty. Not shy about the disarray of their clothes, not one of them sat with their legs closed. A voyeur at heart, he couldn't count the number of times he saw his mother's, sisters-in-law's, and neighbor's panties and peered down their blouses while refilling their thirst for his special punch. It was a wonderful evening and everyone had a grand old time. To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 10 As soon as Jimmy made the punch he carried it out to the living room. "Happy Earth Day, ladies. I've prepared you my special fruit punch." After delivering the punch, he said his hello to everyone in attendance and left, just as he promised his wife, Diane. He set the timer on this chronograph to twenty minutes and sat at the kitchen table while drinking a beer and listening to the ballgame on the radio. "Oh, Jimmy!" He looked at his watch. Sure enough after exactly twenty minutes he heard his mother beckoning him. The punch was working. When the women all started giggling as soon as he entered the living room, he knew something was cooking besides his brownies in the oven. "Oh, oh, I know something is up. Okay, what's going on here? You guys are having too good of a time." "Hopefully, you are what's up, Jimbo," said his mother holding up the briefest pair of men's underwear he had ever seen. There was an elephant face on the front, a g-string in back, and an elephant's deflated trunk where his cock fills it. "We want you to try this on and model it for us," said Karen. "Think of it as your contribution in helping to save the planet. After you model it, we'll buy it." "C'mon, Jimmy, be a sport," said his cousins Brenda and Audrey talking at the same time. "We all want to buy one for our husbands and boyfriends but need to see what it looks like on a man, first," they said with a giggle and a blush. His cock responded to their insistence that he expose himself to the women albeit encased in the sheer satin material that afforded him not much privacy. Nonetheless, his excitement replaced his modesty. He looked to Diane and she shrugged her approval. He took the thong from his mother's hand and disappeared in the bedroom. Quickly and excitedly he removed his jeans and underwear. He couldn't believe the horny women wanted him to model this briefest of bikini underwear. He never expected his Earth Day ending up like this. This real story was suddenly getting hotter than Bostonfictionwriter's story, Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style. He'd be happy just to see the lingerie show, but to model in it while wearing this little thing, well, his excitement was showing already. He already had an erection. He gave it a couple good, quick strokes to make sure that he filled out the elephant's trunk completely and stood looking at his cock in the mirror. "Can I come in," rapped his mother on the bedroom door and without waiting for his reply, opened the door. He had one foot in the underwear and was just putting his other foot inside when she walked in the room. He watched his mother-in-law's eyes move down from his face to his half erect cock before staying glued there. He was embarrassed that his mother-in-law saw him naked but excited at the same time. "My, my," she said, "my daughter is a lucky woman to have such as big man as you obvious are." "Good God, Stella, have you no shame? It's a bit embarrassing for you to see me naked." "Oh, for God sakes, Jimmy, I'm your mother," she said stepping in the room and closing the bedroom door behind her. "I don't think of you in a sexual way." "You don't?" "Well, certainly, not all the time" she said smiling. "But now that I've seen what goes inside your, uhm, elephant trunk, I may think of you more often," she said laughing. "Stella, you're making me feel really uncomfortable. You make me feel so cheap. You make me feel used. You make me feel like a piece of meat." "Oh, knock it off, Mr. Innocent. I can see how uncomfortable you must be feeling right now." She reached down and pulled his trunk. What is it with women that it's okay for them to molest men, so long as their cock is covered, even by the sheerest and most abbreviated fabric, such as this elephant thong that he squeezed his cock inside of it so much like a sausage in a casing? "Stella! How would you like it if I fondled you?" "I'd like it," she said with a sexy smile. She unbuttoned a couple of buttons of her blouse and flayed it open. Her bra and cleavage were clearly visible to her son. She walked closer to him, reached down her hand and cupped his package. Then, she took his other hand and put it on her tit. Instinctively, he reached his fingers inside her unbuttoned blouse and felt her bra covered tit. She had a heavy but firm tit that was much bigger than Diane's puny tits. His fingers found her erect nipple and he felt that through her bra. There is nothing like the feel of a woman's tit through her blouse. The only thing that is better than that sensation is feeling her tit through her bra. Okay, okay, the only thing better than how that feels is the feeling of a naked tit in your hand and/or in your mouth or hanging down while the woman of your fantasy rides your cock and you reach up and feel her tits. "Before I forget; the reason why I came in here besides hoping to see your cock and hoping you'd feel my tit is my daughter's little Earth Day lingerie party is in need of more punch." "Already? Wow! That went fast. Our guests must have been thirsty. I have another batch in the refrigerator. I'll get it as soon as I finish modeling for the ladies." With that, he brushed by Stella and walked in the living room. From the bedroom he could hear the women singing a song from John Denver's Earth Song album, Celebrate Earth Day, Every Day. His presence interrupted their singing. Normally, he didn't celebrate Earth Day and to know that there was even a song written by John Denver was, well, a bit weird. It would make more sense if Mr. Rogers of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood fame had written such a song. "Happy Earth Day!" The drunken women all cried out at once, as soon as he entered the room. "Happy Earth Day," he responded wishing that there was a special Earth Day salute that he could give them, much like the Vulcan hand signage that they did on Star Trek with the middle finger and ring finger splayed apart. The women were just as bad as men at a strip club with catcalls and whistles. Every one of them fingered and felt his elephant trunk acting as if his cock wasn't even inside. He immediately grew erect when Karen wrapped her hand around it and pulled it. She was sitting on the sofa and leaning forward and his dangling cock was parallel to her full lips. He so wanted to put a hand around the back of her head, pull his cock out of that damn cock sock, and stick it in her mouth. Then, the twins had their turn touching his trunk and even Elaine, the tall and voluptuous redhead, couldn't resist a feel, a stroke, and a grope. His neighbors, Laura, Betty, Sue, and June all pinched his ass, as he walked by them. By the time the ladies were working on the second batch of punch the brownies were ready. He cut them up in bite size pieces figuring the women would munch more that way and get more loaded on not only the copious amount of booze in the punch but also on the Hashish that were in the brownie mix. He was right. He tried one before bringing them out. The chocolate frosting on top along with the whole walnut pieces was a nice touch helping to disguise the taste and smell of the Hashish. As the evening wore on his neighbors Laura, Betty, Sue, and June were trying on their selection of lingerie just by stepping behind The Green Earth Clothing Company rack. The clothing rack lent little modesty to anyone trying on clothes and Jimmy was rewarded to a free show of their asses, tits, and pussies. This Earth Day lingerie show was a great idea. He made a note to remind Diane to host it again. As it turned out, Diane was wrong in her assessment that the women would not buy any lingerie with Jimmy present due to their self-consciousness and embarrassment. Matter of fact, the lingerie had little to do with Earth Day, even though it was eco-friendly and bio-degradable clothing, this drunken bunch of broads would have bought whatever was for sale even if it was made with fossil fuels and manufactured by countries that didn't subscribe to child labor laws. The women acted as if Jimmy wasn't even present in the room when removing their clothes to try on lingerie, that is, until it was time for him to model and for them to ogle him. Then, they all jockeyed for his opinion. The lingerie party was a big success with Diane selling nearly two thousand dollars of lingerie. The amount of sales entitled her to select whatever she wanted from the vast collection of sexy nightgowns, bras, and panties free. Stella grabbed a satin shiny blue nightgown off the rack and headed for the bedroom with it. Jimmy waited until the ladies busied themselves with conversation, drinking punch, and eating brownies before he followed Stella in the bedroom. He stood outside the door waiting an inappropriate amount of time for her to remove her blouse and skirt, and hopefully her panties and bra. "Can I come in," he said bursting open the door as soon as he knocked. She stood by the mirror with her back to him, but he could see all of her in the mirror's reflection. Although surgically enhanced, too, she had a nice ass nonetheless. "Well, turn about is fair play," she said turning to face him naked and lifting her arms shoulder height. "What do you think? Not bad for an old broad." She had a trimmed pussy with wisps of dark brown pubic hair that attested to the fact that she was not a natural blonde. Her tits were amazing. They didn't sag at all, thanks to her breast surgery. Even though he knew they were surgically enhanced, Stella didn't have implants, just some cosmetic surgery with a few nips and tucks and liposuction. She looked well preserved and rested. After modeling his elephant underwear, Jimmy had forgotten to change out of it and his trunk was sticking straight out from the site of Stella's naked body. "I think Dumbo likes your body, too, Stella. You do have a sweet ass for an old broad," he said walking closer and reaching his hand behind her to cup her ass cheeks. "And your tits are amazing." He stared at her nipples. "Do you mind?" "No, please, enjoy yourself" she said puffing out her chest as his hands felt and caressed her big knockers. "Well, thank you Dumbo," she said reaching out and taking his gray satin covered cock in her hand. "I'm so glad that Dumbo likes my ass and tits," she said tightening her grip around his cock and slowly moving her hand back and forth. He reached down and fingered her pussy before taking her nipple in his mouth, first one and then the other. He couldn't believe his mother had seen him naked. He couldn't believe he had seen his mother-in-law naked. He couldn't believe he was touching his mother-in-law so very inappropriately everywhere. And he couldn't believe his mother-in-law was stroking his cock. It was then that they kissed, French kissed. Karen walked in on them interrupting their kiss. "Don't mind me. I just came in to strip naked and try on this sexy nightgown" she said laughing while making eyes at her brother. Definitely, she was high on punch and brownies. Jimmy fell back on the bed in readiness to watch the free strip show. "In that case, I'll just wait here to ogle your naked body, I mean, to give you my opinion of the sexy nightgown." "I don't care if you see me naked, Jimmy," said Karen with a shrug and a coy look. "It's no big deal. I've been to nude beaches in Mexico. I have the same body parts as other women." "Yeah, but only nicer." "Well, thank you." Without hesitation, Karen removed her top and unzipped and pulled down her skirt, as Jimmy watched her reflection in the bureau mirror. The mirror afforded him simultaneous views of her front and back. She wore pink bikini panties that flattered her figure and a low cut bra that sculpted her C cup size tits. Then, when she turned to face Jimmy as she unhooked her bra, slid the straps from her shoulders, and threw her bra in his face. He couldn't believe that first he was ogling his mother and now he was flashed by his hot sister-in-law. Just as Stella had, Karen had nice tits. Even though they were implants, the surgeon who did her breasts was an artist. Then, in one quick motion, she slid her panties down to reveal a shaved pussy. Like mother like daughter, Karen didn't have a shred of modesty. Between the alcohol and the brownies, these women were ready to be fucked and sucked. Stella was still naked and her nipples were so very erect. In the way that she stared at Jimmy's elephant trunk, he could tell that she was hot and horny for him. Stella wiggled into her nightgown finally and left the room leaving Jimmy and Karen alone. Once Stella left the bedroom, Jimmy leaned forward and grabbed Karen around the waist. He pulled her on top of him on the bed, rolled her over, and kissed her passionately. She not only didn't resist him but also encouraged him by her responses to his actions. His cock was so hard and he humped her a few times and she surprised him by returning his humps. He so wanted to pull his cock out of the elephant's drunk and plunge in deep in her pussy. As soon as he felt her tongue in his mouth, he had his hand between her thighs. She was wet and he fingered her clit before probing her deeper with his middle finger. He wanted to fall between her legs and eat her pussy before sticking his cock deep inside her. He'd been dying to fuck her and now was his chance. Only, he couldn't. What if Diane walked in the room as he was banging her sister? That'd be the end of their marriage. She'd divorce him. When he stood to leave for fear of Diane walking in the room and seeing them together in a very compromising position, he stood. As soon as he stood, Karen sat up, leaned forward, reached in his underwear, and pulled his cock out from the elephant's truck. In one quick movement, she had his cock in her mouth and was blowing him while looking up at him with her big brown eyes. He couldn't believe his sister was giving him a blowjob. This was his best Earth Day celebration ever. Actually, this was the only time he had celebrated Earth Day. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Jimmy," she said removing his cock for a second while continuing to stroke him. "I want to taste your cum. I want to swallow your warm, gooey load." That was all she needed to say and all he needed to hear for him to start fucking her mouth while she massaged his balls. Somehow he gained composure enough to pull away from her when he thought he heard Diane heading towards the bedroom. He left the bedroom leaving Karen there alone. To be continued... Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 11 Suddenly, the women broke out in song. Just as amazing that there was an Earth Day song by none other than John Denver the clean cut guy of the music industry, now deceased in a freak plane crash, it was even more amazing that the women all knew the words to it. "Celebrate morning— The cry of a loon on a lake in the night, The dreams that are born in the dawn's early light . . . Celebrate morning. Celebrate living— The laughter that sings in the heart of a child, The freedom that flies at the call of the wild . . . Celebrate living. Celebrate evening— The stars that appear in the loss of the sun, Whispering winds, 'We are one, we are one' . . . CHORUS Celebrate Earth Day, every day, Celebrate Earth Day, every day . . . Celebrate land and sea, Celebrate you and me— Celebrate Earth Day, every day . . ." When Jimmy walked in the living room still wearing his elephant underwear, the women again stopped singing this stupid Earth Day song, Celebrate Earth Day Every Day to stare at his half erect cock hidden inside the grey satin elephant underwear. If the song wasn't annoying to begin with, it was more annoying with a group of drunken and high women singing it. The fact that the women were drunk from the alcohol, high from the brownies, and horny from trying on sexy lingerie while Jimmy ogled their semi-naked and sometimes naked bodies, made him the star of the Earth Day lingerie party. Thank God they stopped singing when he appeared in the room because he was getting a wicked headache, probably from the combination of having one too many glasses of punch and one too many brownies. "Jimmy!" They all said as a delayed group out of unison. "Come join us." Casually, as if totally dressed, the women all sat around in their bras and panties or nightgowns that they just purchases from the Green Earth Clothing Company. He was seeing their sexy lingerie before their husbands or boyfriends even got to see them. The twins put some music on and started dancing. Then more women got up and started dancing. Never had he seen so many bouncing tits. With the women so scantily clad, he felt like he was Hugh Hefner at a Playboy pajama party. They pulled him up off the couch and surrounded him while dancing provocatively, suggestively, and seductively. Oh, yeah, the hormones were flying, now. Maybe it was from watching Jimmy's cock sock keep rhythm with the music and maybe it was a combination of the alcohol and Hashish, but the women were depraved, horny, and loud. As they danced they touched him everywhere. He had two and three women hanging off of him, at all times. Diane pretended to be asleep as she watched her husband being molested and as she watched him taking inappropriate liberties with all the women. Suddenly, someone said, "Strip." It carried forward in a wave of drunkenness. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" Jimmy, of course, assumed that the ladies wanted to strip, but their intent was to see him naked. They wanted to see his cock. Karen emerged from the bedroom finally and tossed Jimmy a towel. He hopped on the coffee table and started dancing erotically with the towel. He looked over at his wife and Diane was passed out pretending to be asleep in the arm chair. Before he realized what he was doing, he stripped off his elephant underwear and tossed it to the redhead. His erect cock was bobbing and swaying to the beat of the music as the women surrounded him with their hands and mouths. Quickly, he wrapped the towel around him as the music blared and the women cheered. He approached Elaine and opened his towel. Immediately, she took the hint and took his cock in her hand before falling to her knees. She looked up at him with those big blue eyes before taking him in her mouth and sucking him while stroking him. It was like that for the next hour with each woman taking turns mouthing Jimmy's cock, first Elaine, then Sue, then Betty, Laura, and June. He felt his neighbors' hands everywhere as he had the four women kissing him, touching him, and mouthing his cock. As an act of community service, Jimmy was doing all that he could to show his neighbors that he was not only a good host but also a good neighbor and willing to do whatever he can to improve his neighborly relations. None of the women were shy in taking his cock in their mouth. Next, his mother took her turn. She allowed him to climb up on her lap and, with his knees on either side of her slim thighs, he wiggled his cock in front of her face. He held his erect penis between his thumb and index finger as he wiped his cock and pre-cum along the open lips of his mother-in-law. When she stuck out her tongue and swirled it around the tip of his cock, in a quick movement with a hump and a hand to the back of her neck, he inserted his cock deep in her mouth and she took him all in. Everyone watched Stella twirl her tongue around her son's cock while blowing him. Certainly, as this wasn't the first cock in Stella's mouth, this wouldn't be the last either. She proved to be quite the mature cock sucker. Matter of fact, his mother-in-law was a real pro at sucking cock. He reached his hand down her nightgown and pulled out her tits, first one and then the other. She blew him while he fingered her erect nipples. Next, it was Karen's turn finally. He had been waiting to have sex with Karen ever since he married in the family and ever since she blew his mind when French kissed him on his wedding day. She was such a cock teaser, but on this day, Earth Day, she blew him as if he was a rock star and she was his groupie. With Jimmy as the lone star of this CFNM review, Karen sucked him with violent head movements and all those great cock sucking sounds that men love to hear to convince them that the woman who is blowing him is having the time of her life sucking his cock. Although he really wanted to shoot his load, somehow he held back from cumming in her mouth. Finally, it was the twins turn, first Audrey and then Brenda. He approached one and then the other opening his towel as he seductively danced in front of them. Audrey had her lingerie clad body pressed tightly against his as she French kissed him. Her hand felt the full length of his cock before she fell to her knees and took him in her mouth. He wrapped the towel around her as she sucked his cock to perfection. Next, Brenda followed the sexual actions of her twin sister by pressing her lingerie clad body tightly against his as she French kissed him, too. She reached her hand down and cupped his package before stroking him. Then, she, too, fell to her knees and took all of him in her mouth. When Jimmy walked by Stella and Karen again, content just to sit down now that the music had stopped, they both attacked him taking turns blowing him. At one point his mother's and sister-in-law's mouths were so very close together, as they took turns sucking his cock, that they appeared as if they were kissing. Diane who had been watching all the actions of the horny, drunk and high women with her husband through partially opened slits, suddenly popped open her eyes. "Jimmy! Mother! Karen! What the fuck are you doing?" She looked at everyone. I can't believe you all have had my husband's cock in your mouths. What is wrong with you people? Here you are my invited guests in my home to my Green Earth lingerie Earth Day party and you are all disrespecting me by blowing my husband. Shame on all of you." Perfectly time as if it had been planned, suddenly, Michael, Bob, Bill, and Larry entered the house without knocking. Apparently, they had heard the loud music from outside, figured the Earth Day lingerie party was still in progress and wanted to steal a peek of the scantily clad women. None of them were disappointed. As soon as they entered the room and saw all the women lounging around in their sexy lingerie, their eye balls nearly popped out of their heads. "Happy Earth Day," said Diane jumping up from her chair and ushering the men in the master bedroom. "What comes around goes around," said Diane as she gave a wave good-bye to the women. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Payback is a bitch." Fortunately, for everyone those were the only clichés she could think of at the time. She ushered the four men ahead of her towards the bedroom and once inside she closed the door behind her. In an instant, ala Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate, she had her nightgown off and stood naked in front of the bedroom door before the four horny men. "All of your whore wives had my husband's cock in their mouths," she said slurring her words while unsteady on her feet. "Now, it's my turn. Payback is a bitch," she said again repeating herself. "After you've all fucked me, I will blow you all," she said pointing to five men when there were only four. "And you can all cum in my mouth," she said opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue. "I want you to use me as your personal cum slut," she said grabbing her tits and raising them up towards the men. "I want you all to give me a cum bath." The men stared at Karen's naked body before looking at one another." "Karen," said Bob, "if fucking and sucking me will make amends for the despicable sexual behavior of my wife then, I will allow you to do with me as you will, so that we can maintain our good neighbor relationship." "Okay, that's more like it," she said. "Yeah," said Larry, "I don't want the bad behavior of my wife ruining this sacred Earth Day holiday. If the very least that I can do is to have you fuck me silly and blow me to make me cum in your mouth afterward, then that is a sacrifice that I must make in the spirit of being a good neighbor." "You betcha. That's what I like to hear." "On behalf of our community and in the spirit of Earth Day," said Bill, "it would be my honor and pleasure to lay naked with you and allow you to have your way with my body." "Thank you, Bill. You are such a good neighbor." "I'm first," said Michael grabbing Karen by the hand and pulling her on the bed. "The rest of you guys can have sloppy seconds, thirds, and fourths." All the men stripped naked immediately and took their turn with Diane. True to her word, after every man fucked her with deep penetrating, pounding raucous sex, she sucked them all off and didn't stop blowing them until they came off in her mouth and finished by giving her a cum bath all over her face. Diane reappeared from the bedroom weak kneed and awash in her neighbors cum dripping from her hair, eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. She was a mess, but a sexually sated mess. "Happy Earth Day," said Karen before making love to each man. "Happy Earth Day," they replied in turn. "Happy Earth Day," she said before taking their cocks in her mouth and blowing them. "Happy Earth Day," they screamed as they shot their load in her mouth and down her throat. Hearing her screams of pleasure from the living room, Jimmy snuck over to the bedroom for a peek. He pushed open the door a crack and leer inside. He couldn't believe his wife was taking on four men. He didn't have to tie up and blindfold this bitch for her to pull a train and gangbang four men. He only wished he could sit in the room in watch. Nonetheless, this Earth Day celebration would give him years of pillow talk. He imagined their nightly conversations. "And tell me again about when you blew Bob, Larry, Bill, and Michael." Jimmy returned to the living room and scooped Karen off the couch. He pushed her down and fucked her there on the carpet in front of the bedroom. Then, while Karen lay there in sexual afterglow, he grabbed his mother off the sofa and pushed her down to her knees on the living room rug. While his neighbors, Laura, Betty, Sue, and June, his cousins, Audrey and Brenda, and the Green Earth Clothing Company representative watched, he stuck his cock deep in his mother-in-law's mouth. She was a hungry bitch for his cock, for any cock for that matter. This old broad was as horny as they come and she had an orgasm just by having Jimmy playing with her nipples as she sucked his cock. Next, in respect of Earth Day and the employee of the Green Earth Clothing Company, he pushed Elaine back on the couch and had his way with her. Only, she turned the tables on him and rolled him over and climbed on top. She was a dominating bitch. Slapping his ass hard with her big hands, she pounded his cock deep in her pussy. It didn't take her long to cum. Meanwhile, Sue, Betty, Laura, and June had their own orgy going. Sue was eating Betty's pussy while June was licking Laura. Then, they switch. Betty was making out with Laura while Sue was all over June. When Jimmy finished with Elaine, he grabbed the twins and pulled them into the guest bedroom. He stripped off their nightgowns and had his way with them, first Brenda and then Audrey. He had always wanted to have two women at once and now was his chance. He pounded Audrey's pussy as he ate Brenda. Then, when Audrey had an orgasm, he switched places and pounded Brenda's pussy while eating Audrey. Although a bit sore from all the sexual antics of the evening, he wasn't done, yet. He needed to cum. He went in the hall and took his sister Karen by the hand and sat her beside her mother who was still sitting on the floor reeling from the orgasm that Jimmy had given her. He stood over them and with a hand behind each head he directed their mouths to his cock. He enjoyed the feeling of receiving a blowjob by two women, especially when one of those women was his mother and the other was his sister-in-law. He was determined to cum. He wanted to cum in their mouth and to give them both a cum bath. He had been saving up a bucket full of cum the whole evening and now was ready to unload. Stella and Karen eagerly shared Jimmy's cock. They both wanted to taste his cum. Meanwhile, Diane was screaming her head off getting fucked by her neighbors while June, Laura, Betty, and Sue where in a coffee clutch of her own giving one another orgasm after orgams. Elaine was content to pack up her stuff and leave this whacky house and finally end this very weird Earth Day celebration. Jimmy unloaded his cum in his first his mother's mouth saving some for his sister-in-law, then in his sister-in-law's mouth. Then, with his next spasm, he sprayed his ejection of cum across his sister-in-law's and mother-in-law's face. To be continued… Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Ch. 12 Even though I disagreed with him for his support of firearms for all and for his loyalty to the conservative Right Wing and for his allegiance with the National Rifle Association, I dedicate this story to Charlton Heston for the joy he has given so many through his movies, especially, The Greatest Show On Earth, Ben Hur, The Bible, The Ten Commandments, and Planet Of The Apes. In celebration of Earth Day, April 22nd and in the spirit of Charlton Heston's The Bible and The Ten Commandments, I write this review of my story, Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style. "He's the man!" In the roles that he played, he was the original man's man, a manly man, and a macho man of the Earth. Only, if there is a God and if he made up it to Heaven from Earth, he'll have some explaining to do. "Charlton, I mean, Moses! Whatever happened to turn the other cheek?" "I turn it after I plug them with bullets from my AK-47 assault rifle." Behold! The story...And it was so. And the review of My story Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style begins... In the beginning...there was nothing before Bostonfictionwriter created the plot and the title of his Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story. His story was a formless void and darkness covered the creative thoughts of His mind. Yet, He knew there was something there and He knew that if He could flush it out that it was something good. Finally, an idea from Freddie, the Son of Bostonfictionwriter, percolated in his sub-consciousness before sweeping across His mind and igniting His motivation aflame with creativity. Then, Bostonfictionwriter said, "Let there be a story." And lo and behold, there was. He smiled with the thoughts of one of the original inhabitants of this planet called Earth, the Indians and, in this case and for this story, the Sioux Indians. They were the original ecology minded conservationists of the land before modern civilization created global warming and caused species of plant and animal to become extinct every day. The Sioux Indians, as did other Indian nation tribes, never killed more than what they needed to eat or cut down more trees than they needed to construct their teepees with or burn in their fires. Back then, when there was plenty for all, they regarded the Earth as a non-renewable resource and put forth the effort to care for it, so as to pass it on to their future generations. And soon, in celebration of My meaning of Earth Day, there was My story of Native American Indians honoring their roots, paying homage to their traditions that included an appreciation of the land and for all living things and creatures that inhabited the land, and celebrating their one special day of all days...Earth Day. When He thought of how He could transform this story about the Sioux Indians, caretakers of the Earth, and make it an erotic story, He thought of Lisa, a beautiful Sioux Indian girl, opening her front door naked to greet her boyfriend on Earth Day and lo and behold, the story was born. And Freddie read the story and commanded that it was good; and He wove His characters within the twisted plot. He called the story started and the rest that was not yet developed He called nothingness. And it was so. And that was the beginning and that was the first day of His Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story. And Bostonfictionwriter said, "Let there be characters that speak dialogue in the midst of the story and let narrative separate the dialogue. "Damn you Pocahontas, I mean, Lisa, just say what the Hell you mean in English. I don't have my Sioux Indian decoder dictionary with me today. Just tell me what time to pick you up from the hairdresser." "When the hawk reaches its summit in the sky, when the Blue bird of happiness shits on your shoulder, and when the chipmunk stands tall against the squeal of tires bearing down upon him by a blue Ford Explorer is when I'll be ready." "Whatever, I give up. I'll just wait outside for you." So Freddie made the characters that whispered their dialogue to the readers and wrote the narrative that separated and highlighted the character's dialogue and that added to and moved the story forward. Gently and slowly running his finger the length of her pussy, he reached down to test the waters of her passion for him and she was wet, so very wet. When she reached down to feel his cock through his pants, he thought he would cum in his jeans. He was so very excited and her touch was more sensual than sexual, almost delicate. She was so deliberate in her touch. She was so erotic in everything she did, the way she moved, walked, and talked. He found her so sexy. And Freddie read and reread His story and commanded that it was good. And it was so. And that was the continuation of the second day of His Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style Story. And Bostonfictionwriter said, "Let there be imagery, color, and details to allow the readers to imagine and see, and descriptions and names to discern the characters from one another. Freddie breathed life in His characters by giving them enough of a description for the reader to imagine the rest and dialogue to progress the story from beginning to end. He left as much as he could to the readers' imaginations. And there were backgrounds of every imagery and colors and details such as, a totem pole on the front lawn, Lisa dancing naked in the living room, and Peyote filled brownies that made whoever ate them do sexually inappropriate and incestuous things to family members. The background developed more background until the time when they all sat naked across from one another while having a conversation and laughing, as if they were fully dressed. She was from the country, the Black Hills of South Dakota with her family spread throughout Nebraska and Wyoming with some even living on the reservation. The Irish raped her ancestors on her father's side and the French raped her ancestors on her mother's side and the combination of Sioux Indian with a speckle of Irish and a dab of French made her so uncommonly beautiful. And there were characters of every name and description, Lisa begat Sharon her mother, Ellen her sister, Mark her brother, and Tom her father. The characters developed more characters and that necessitated the need for more dialogue and even more narrative. Suddenly, a head popped up over the hedge next door. "Hello Sharon. Nice tits." "Hello Brian. Thank you. I bet you wish you could feel them and suck them." "Celebrating Earth Day again, Sharon, I see?" He ignored her statement and leered at her naked body. "Yes, we are, Brian and if you weren't such a shit for a neighbor, we'd have you over to celebrate with us." "Thank you, no. Nice tits, though, Sharon." "Well, thank you, again, Brian," she said with a laugh. "I bet you'd like to feel them while I sucked your cock," she said again pushing his buttons. Only, this time it worked. This time he was angry. It was obvious, even in my drug induced state that he was sexually frustrated and was obviously taking out the frustration on her. "You and your whole family are perverts and this Earth Day celebration thing, whatever it is, is all just an excuse for an incestuous orgy if you ask me," said her nosy neighbor. "You people are all going straight to Hell. Yeah, that's where you're going, straight to Hell. You're nothing but a bunch of sexual savages if you ask me. Further, if you ask me—" "Well, no one asked you, Brian. Maybe you should mind you own business before my husband scalps you, ties you to the totem pole, and skins you alive before setting your fat body on fire." His head popped back down and he disappeared somewhere behind the hedges. "Who was that?" "Oh, that's just my nosy neighbor, Brian Moon. We call him Full Moon, that's our Indian name for him because he's so loony." And Freddie read and reread His story and commanded that it was good. And it was so. And that was the continuation of the third day of His Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story. And Bostonfictionwriter said, "Let there be chapters to separate one story from another. And He created eleven chapters to separate his story and to delineate a break in the story to give the reader a rest from the more than 36,500 words and 79 pages of typed text. Then, on his day of rest, he created the twelfth chapter to review and reflect on what he had written. And it was good and He commanded it so. And Bostonfictionwriter said, "Let there be transitions from one paragraph to another and from one chapter to another for a sensible continuation from beginning to conclusion, so as not to confuse the readers." And He made a beginning, a middle, and an end. And He made every ending a reason to read the next beginning. Freddie reread his story and commanded that it was good. And it was so. And that was the fourth day of His Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story. And Bostonfictionwriter said, "Let the characters bring forth swarms of other characters and let the ideas fly high above the story like the mythical bird, the Phoenix, a bird that never dies and that always flies far enough ahead to survey the landscape and to protect all who follow." Riding on an air of electrical current that spans the width and the breath of the pages like the wind that surrounds the Earth and the waves that undulates the seas, He entertained His readers with an abundance of erotic thoughts of his or her own while reading My story. So Freddie created more characters to carry His story from page to page and chapter to chapter filling the minds of the readers with their ideas and His characters. If one story was not enough, he developed a second story, a story within a story. From His Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story, He created a fictional reader within the story who read along with the real readers. This fictional reader was paramount in helping to create a second story within the first story. And He commanded that this second story was good and it was so. Thus, Jimmy begat his character as the reader of the Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story and his wife, Diane, was created in his mold to help carry forward the second story. And from the first story, the second story was born and Bostonfictionwriter said to his characters, "Be fruitful and multiply." He created even more characters with the birth of Stella, Jimmy's mother, Karen, Jimmy's sister-in-law, Brenda and Audrey, Jimmy's cousins, Jimmy's neighbors Laura, Betty, Sue, and June, and Elaine the Green Earth Clothing representative. And Freddie reread His story and commanded that it was good. And it was so. And that was the fifth day of His Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story. And Bostonfictionwriter said, "Let the story bring forth living and breathing characters of every kind, women who weep and men who creep and sexual deviates that cheat. Freddie made characters of every kind and his neighbors' husbands Bob, Michael, Larry, and Bill were conceived. And Freddie reread his story and commanded that it was good. And it was so. And that was the sixth day of His Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story. Then, Bostonfictionwriter said, "Let me post this story to Literotica in my image, according to my likeness, and let the readers have free will over reading it or not and over liking it or not." So Freddie posted His story to Literotica and allowed the reader free will to read it or not or to like it or not. And Freddie reread His story and commanded that it was good or not and read or not. And it was so. And that was the seventh day of His Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story. Bostonfictionwriter blessed His characters both male and female. "Have sex," he said. "See, I have given you background with imagery, details with colors, and dialogue with narrative. Go forth and do what you will with what I have given you. Now, this story is no longer My story, but your story. You tell me what to type and I'll type it. You tell me what you think and I'll write it." And he typed what His characters told him to type and he wrote what His characters told him they thought. And He reread his story and commanded it good. And it was so. And that was the eighth day of His Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story. Before posting His story to Literotica, Bostonfictionwriter reread everything that He had written, rewritten, and edited, and indeed, it was very good. At last, He was happy with His story. And He commanded it good. And it was so. And that was the ninth day of his Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style story. Thus the characters with background, details with imagery, and dialogue with narrative were finished. All was done. All was complete but for one thing...the creation of the bashers. They were His bashers, after all, created with the creation and posting of His story. If He hadn't created and posted His story, His bashers would be someone else's bashers. Born from the ashes with souls from the devil and thriving on the writing of others, surviving when given the spotlight of attention, and multiplying like the cockroaches they are, Freddie created His bashers. With good there is bad, with Yin there is Yang, with tragedy there is comedy, and with writers there are detractors. Be it what it may, we all live in glass houses, especially those who write and those who submit their own stories to be read, to be enjoyed, and/or to be bashed, unfortunately. Fortunately for you who bash me, though, I've never bashed another writer's story and never will. Unlike you, you who bash me, I respect the work of another writer, the process of writing, and the story too much to bash my fellow writer. Yet, there are those of you who have relentlessly bashed every story I've written without so much as reading it through from start to finish. I dare say, as soon as I post this, they'll bash it. As soon as they see my name in capital letters, BOSTONFICTIONWRITER, they'll bash the story. Amazingly, those who are the worst bashers are themselves good writers. Only, they disguise their bashing comments under constructive criticisms, but their bashing scores confirm otherwise and their bashing words give insight to the misery that possessed them to bash in the first place. That's okay because in their petty bashes they reveal to everyone here what is missing from their characters. These are deeply disturbed people who do not feel the joy in their own writing that will allow them to read the writings of others without bashing it. There is no song in their hearts in waiting for the story of their lives to happily unfold. They have little understanding for the hard work of creating the plot, the characters, the dialogue, and the narrative. A lifelong apprenticeship, they are oblivious to the writer's dedication to the process of writing. They respect nothing. They are empty. They are miserable people who are alone, lonely, and bitterly angry. I pity them. I'm glad I'm not them. To me, it is about the story and this Earth Day story, Earth Day, Sioux Indian Style is a good story and one that erotically celebrates Earth Day. Nonetheless, it doesn't matter if I think it is a good story or not. My opinion is biased. I wrote it, after all. If it is good according to the readers, the acclaim will come. I don't need bashers to tell me if it is good or bad. I know it in my heart which it is. And on the eleventh day, Freddie posted his last chapter before starting yet another story that He read and commanded it good, as He has done with all of His stories. And it was so. There are more stories to write. Bostonfictionwriter can never rest. For those who have read my stories, I thank you. For those who have enjoyed my stories, I'm touched. For those nitwits and knuckleheads who think that by writing this story that I think that I am God, you're nuts and/or you only want to stir up shit hoping to receive a reaction from me. You won't. I'm done. I have better things to do than to waste my talented words on you. I am not God nor do I think that I am God. I am but only a writer and the creator of my own stories. I am Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter. For those who have their fingers poised on the keyboards waiting to write their one stupid grammatically incorrect sentence of a bash, get a life. Develop a sense of humor. Get up of your fat ass, put the bag of cheese doodles down, step away from your computer, and go outside. There is life away from the Internet. Take a walk around the block and smell the roses. What is here today is gone tomorrow. Cliché, cliché, cliché, but they are all clichés for a reason. Think about it. "I really need to stop referring to myself in the third person. It's just really weird." The End