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Native American Nympho Stoner Ch. 01

By: completeexperience



Author's note: Despite my intense passion for sex, I was never crazy about pornographic movies. In general, I found the sex to be fake, the stories very corny, and the acting horrid.

That's why I was amazed when I discovered the work of Viv Thomas, a South African who makes pornographic movies in Europe. Not only is the sex in his movies red hot, it's enhanced by heavy doses of foreplay and afterplay, good acting, and intriguing stories. In fact, big chunks of his movies are devoted to non-sexual scenes, which develop the relationships of the people who are eventually shown having sex.

That makes a great enhancement. Whether it's a loving, monogamous couple, a one night stand, or anything in between, the sex is hotter to watch when I understand the sexual motivation of the two people; what makes them desire each other so intimately.

To top it off, Viv's movies are so well produced that if I saw only saw the non-sexual scenes, I'd guess I was watching a mainstream Hollywood movie rather than a porno.

I'm attempting to apply much of Viv's formula to my writing - highly detailed sex enhanced by the stories behind the relationships. In fact, of the approximately 25 chapters that I plan to write of this story, it's very possible that a few of them won't include sex.

In addition, the story also contains two elements I've rarely or never seen in pornography - Native American women and marijuana, which are two of my biggest turn ons.

This story will focus on the title character, whose name is Shannon, covering about 1/3 of a century, from her 18th birthday to her early 50s. I've always found it interesting to see characters develop over a full generation or more as they're shaped by various experiences.

I hope you'll read and enjoy the entire story, and email me your thoughts on it, however good or bad! 

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Shannon was awoken at 4 AM by knocking on her bedroom window and immediately knew it was the day for which she'd been anxiously waiting for six years - Monday, September 14, 1981; her 18th birthday. Desperately unhappy as long as she could remember with her life in a small, rural Michigan town, she decided on her 12th birthday that when she turned 18, she was moving back to her native Crow Indian reservation in south-central Montana.

The day she made the decision, Shannon shared it with her older sister and best friend, Sheila, who was a little over 4.5 years older. No one else ever knew about it. Sheila initially planned to move with Shannon but now had a boyfriend and decided to stay, while still supporting her sister in the move. 

Figuring that their mother and step-father would strongly object to the move and try to interfere, Sheila and Shannon made a plan. Over the last few days before turning 18, Shannon would secretly pack everything that she wanted to take with her - mostly clothes and cassette tapes. Then, on the big day, Sheila would knock on Shannon's window at 4 AM and drive her about an hour to the Grand Rapids bus station.

Sheila and Shannon initially looked like they would grow up just like most in their tribe. But When Shannon was just six months old, her and Sheila's father died of a brain tumor. Not quite a year later, their mother was working as a retail clerk in a small store when she was aggressively pursued by a white tourist who found her very attractive. Lured by his wealth, they married in a quickie ceremony three weeks later and she moved with him to Michigan along with her two daughters.

Over the next 10 years, the new couple had five children together. But Sheila and Shannon never fit in. Both were shy and also grew distant from their mother, while always being distant from their step-father and half-siblings. It wasn't any better at school, where they were the only Native Americans and had little social acceptance. That led Sheila and Shannon to cling to each other - a bond that was further strengthened by their continuing to speak their tribal Crow language to each other. And they spent about eight weeks of every Summer vacation back on the reservation with their maternal grandparents, who made sure that their granddaughters were deeply entrenched in their heritage. It was there that they were by far the happiest.

The negativity of their home and school lives affected Sheila much worse than Shannon. While in her early teens, Sheila made her only close friend other than Shannon - an obese classmate named Jennifer, the only black and the most overweight girl at their school, and the only non-white at the school other than Sheila and Shannon.

When Jennifer got her driver's license, she started regularly driving Sheila down to Grand Rapids, where they hung around a rough crowd. There Sheila found her first boyfriend, a much older gang member who was a very bad influence. He got Sheila into heavily smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol, and smoking marijuana. Sheila, in turn, got Shannon to do those things. Shannon was crazy about marijuana and liked alcohol and tobacco, but never went overboard with the latter two, especially alcohol, seeing that it was badly harming her older sister, who Shannon had previously looked up to very much. Sheila also became obese while Shannon stayed in shape by being on her school cross country, swimming, and softball teams.

Shannon was also left very uncomfortable by her few meetings with Sheila's boyfriend and used that as a warning for her own love life. Since the age of 12, Shannon had been aware that she was bisexual but had still never experienced romance with either a man or a woman. Even though she craved it, she wasn't so desperate for it that she would settle for someone with whom she wasn't deeply in love.

Shannon also fared far better as a student. She had a 3.5 GPA in high school while Sheila dropped out of school at the age of 16 as her grades were plummeting because of her alcoholism.

As Shannon and Sheila exchanged a long and tearful hug goodbye near the entrance to the bus, they promised to write to each other frequently and visit each other as often as possible. Shannon's bus left right on schedule at 6 AM and, after connections in Chicago and Fargo, North Dakota, she was scheduled to arrive in Billings, Montana at about 10 AM the next day. There she planned to get her first tattoo and then call her maternal grandparents to pick her up. Though she knew that they would joyously welcome her to move in with them, she didn't tell them in advance about her plan, fearing that they would let their guard down and mention it to their daughter.

Shannon planned to start college somewhere near the reservation for the Autumn semester of the next year. Having graduated from high school four months earlier, she wanted to take a year off and fully re-connect with her heritage before resuming her education. She also knew that in Montana, unlike Michigan, she would have unlimited access to marijuana thanks to her and Sheila's close friend Gina Marie. Though it wasn't her biggest reason for the move, Shannon was excited that she would now be able to get fucked up anytime she wanted, which was every day.

While Shannon was on her 1,400 mile journey, listening to her punk and new wave cassettes through her headphones, she wondered how much she had to offer - if she had been rejected by her peers for good reason or simply because she was shy and of a different race. The truth was the latter. Shannon was super intelligent, with an IQ of 162, and graduated sixth in a high school class of 64.

She was also stunningly beautiful - 5'7" and 145 lbs. with dark skin and a medium bone structure. Her breasts were little more than her nipples, so small that she never wore a bra, and that bothered her greatly. But she had a perfect ass and thighs of pure muscle, resulting from her athletic activities. To top it off, she had ultra-hot size 8.5 feet and, best of all, massively luscious soles, highlighted by the bottom of her toes being slightly curved and looking very puffy. Her jet black hair was cut short, almost dyke level, but she was otherwise feminine. Her skin was gorgeous and she never wore cosmetics of any kind. She wore a light pair of glasses that underscored both her intellect and sexiness. And, because of her upbringing and being let down by her older sister, Shannon had also learned to be very independent and responsible. She had a lot to offer any man of substance. And, much to her surprise, she would learn that the next day.

Shannon arrived at the Billings bus station right on schedule at 10 AM, after a 28 hour trip. She was tired, but not as much as she could've been. On each of the three bus rides of her journey, she was seated alone and therefore lay down a lot. As she collected her large suitcase, the first thing she did was go to a phone booth, look through the yellow pages, and try to find a tattoo shop. This was the early 80s, when tattoos were almost exclusively limited to the fringes of society, so she found only one listing in the whole city. She wrote down the address, went to the bus station gift shop, bought a map of the city, and walked to the shop.

Shannon felt so excited and energized during her walk that it caused her to forget how tired her body was, even while dragging her suitcase and wearing a backpack, both of which were very full. Having long felt like an outcast, she was in awe of people who were heavily tattooed. Just as many people long look forward to going to bars on their 21st birthdays, Shannon had long looked forward to getting her first tattoo on her 18th birthday. And now that it was about to happen, just one day late, she was even more excited than she anticipated.

After about half an hour, she arrived at the tattoo shop, which was a very small shack. She looked inside and was in for a very pleasant surprise. Standing behind the counter was a bulky middle aged white man who had a shaved head and a black goatee. He was wearing a sleevless shirt, revealing that his arms were almost completely covered by tattoos. He was 5'11", 255 lbs., smoking a cigarette, and patiently waiting for a customer. Shannon's heart began to race as proverbial hearts sprouted from her whole body. She quickly moved away from the window so he couldn't see her until she spruced up her appearance. She brushed her hair, then gargled mouthwash for about a minute, wanting to look good and have fresh breath for the guy. She was wearing a plain black sweatshirt, tight black jeans, black underpants, black socks, and black boots. She usually wore all black when she wanted to feel sexy.

Shannon nervously walked in, dragging her suitcase behind her. The man was very pleasantly surprised. About 95% of his clientele was male and most of the few women who entered his shop were not very good looking. He'd always been strongly attracted to Native American women, but had never been with one. He also was fascinated by Native American culture. Though his voice was generally deep, rough, and monotonous, he instantly greeted Shannon by saying in a warm and welcoming tone "Hi, may I help you?"

"I'd like to get a tattoo," she meekly replied while approaching the counter.

"Are you 18?" he asked. At that, Shannon eagerly pulled her wallet out of her front right pocket, took out her driver's license, at showed it to him. He looked at it and took notice of her date of birth. "Oh, getting your first tattoo for your 18th birthday, huh?!"

"Yeah!" she said, smiling and shyly looking at the floor.

"Are you here on vacation?" he asked, seeing that she had a Michigan driver's license and a suitcase.

"No, I'm from here and just moved back here!"

"Well, welcome home!"

"Thanks!"

"Do you have any ideas of what you'd like to get?"

'Yes!" she said as she took off her backpack, unzipped it, pulled out a binder, opened it, and pulled out picture of a Native American tapestry. She shyly but enthusiastically handed the copy to the man and said "This!"

"That looks nice. Where do you want it?"

Cupping her upper/outer right arm with her left hand, she said "Right here."

"How big do you want it to be?"

Moving her left hand from just above her right elbow all the way up to the shoulder, she said "From about here to here."

"That's no problem," he said, "I can do it for $200." Those words were deflating for Shannon. She had only about $40 with her and had never had any idea what tattoos cost. The man noticed the immediate dampening of her mood and felt bad about it. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

"I don't have that much," she replied glumly. "I guess I'll come back when I have more money saved up. Thanks anyway."

But a couple of seconds after she turned toward the door, a light bulb went off his his head and he immediately reacted to it. "Hey, wait. I'll make you a special deal." Shannon quickly turned around in excitement, hoping that he was going to make an offer for a discount, an installment plan, or something similar. But instead, he walked to the front door, locked it, turned around the sign to the closed side, and turned out the lights, while Shannon stood and watched in confusion. "Come with me," he instructed her, and walked back to the other room, where the tattooing was done. She followed and as soon as she was in that room, he immediately locked the door.

He stood still about a foot in front of her and stared at her intensely like a predator about to move in on his prey. Meanwhile, she shyly and nervously stared down at the floor. This was the first time that she'd even been alone with a man, and it showed very clearly. More than a minute passed and neither moved or said a word. Then, finally, Shannon spoke very awkwardly. "So what are you going to charge me?"

"No money," He said.

She suddenly got naively amazed. "You mean you're going to do it for free?!"

"No."

Her confusion then returned. "I don't get it, then."

At that, he pulled out the chair from under his desk and set it a few feet in front of her. Then he unbuttoned his jeans. As he started to do so, Shannon half wanted to run and half wanted to dive into this man to whom she was extremely attracted. From there, he unzipped his jeans, placed his thumbs inside the elastic waistband of his underpants, and pulled his jeans and underpants down to his ankles, causing his 6.5" hard on to pop out and revealing that his legs were as tattooed as his arms, which got Shannon even more excited about him.

Then he sat on the edge of the chair, held his cock in his left hand, and said in a matter-of-fact tone "I want you to give me a blow job."

Shannon's heart was beating faster than it ever had before and sweat began to drip from her forehead. She was afraid that this man might harm her but she was also the most turned on that she had ever been. And, having no romantic or sexual experience, she was amazed that a man she found to be so hot was interested in her. Her eyes went back and forth from his cock to his leg tattoos. While waiting for her, he lit a cigarette and started smoking it. After about a minute of staring at him after he sat down, she glanced up and looked at him in the eyes. She found his stare so serious and so intimidating that she feared he wouldn't take no for an answer. But she also loved feeling so dominated by such a hot hunk of a man.

A few seconds later, short of breath, she began walking toward him very slowly and with very small steps. As she got to the chair, she bent down and rested her knees on the tile floor, then took his shaft in her left hand and his balls in her right hand. She closely stared all over his fuckstick for a few seconds, clearly fascinated by it. She intensely desired this man but wasn't sure if she would find giving oral sex to be repulsive or not. So she started by just giving his head a very light kiss. Realizing that didn't bother her, she took out her tongue and lightly licked his head. That didn't bother her, either. Then she took his entire head in her mouth and kept slowly going deeper until she had gotten as much of it into her mouth as she could, which was all but about 1.5" of it. At that point, she began to suck and lick it.

The man had shown no reaction so far. Based on her seeming so unsure of what she was doing, he was almost certain that this was Shannon's first blow job and that she had a long way to go in developing her skills. But he still enjoyed watching her and he hoped that his lack of a reaction would motivate her to try her best. It did. She was afraid that if she didn't do a good enough job, he wouldn't give her the tattoo. By now she didn't think that he would physically harm her, but she wasn't sure, which made her a little afraid.

So in a desperate attempt to find something he liked, she started frantically rolling her tongue all over his cock. Suddenly, when she licked him just under his head, he lightly gasped. That gave her a little confidence, so she started licking in a circular motion around the edge of the head. Then his body tightened and he began breathing heavily. At that point, she looked at his face for the first time since she began the blow job. He looked at her encouragingly and said softly "Ooh yeah, that's it, baby girl. I knew you could do it."

After a few more minutes, she began to get fairly comfortable with what she was doing and decided to try something a little different. Realizing that much of her saliva had leaked out, she took out his cock and, as if it were a toy, playfully ran it all over her cheeks, chin, forehead and nose. Her face and his cock were both so wet that the cock easily slipped and slid all over. While she did that, she looked at him straight in the eyes and smiled for the first time since she was in the lobby. He quickly smiled back at her and at that point, she decided that she was ready to fully dive into this encounter.

Shannon then took his fuckstick back into her mouth and started stroking him off with her lips in a slow and steady rhythm while resuming her licking under his head. That caused his moaning and speaking to get louder and more intense. "Ooh yeah, baby girl, that's it. I knew you'd be into this," he said as he began running his fingers through her hair. At that moment, she realized that her virgin cunt was dripping, which made her feel even hotter. As the blow job went on, he kept gasping until finally, about 10 minutes after her lips first met his cock, he felt his orgasm building up. "Baby girl, I'm gonna come," he gasped excitedly. Shannon was nervous, fearing that she would find come to be nasty. But wanting so much to please him, she kept on the way she had been going.

A few seconds later, he gave her his first shot. It went into her mouth at such a perfect angle, it actually got into her nose. She slightly jumped in surprise and a was little uncomfortable, but wasn't in pain. She kept stroking just as she had been, but he titled his cock slightly upward so that his remaining shots hit the roof of her mouth. Correctly guessing that he would want her to swallow, she initially swallowed only a small drop to make sure she could handle it. Neither the taste nor the texture bothered her, so she quickly swallowed the rest of the load and felt very sexy as it went down. At that, she looked up at him blankly, hoping for a sign of approval. He smiled and she immediately reciprocated.

He then lay back in his chair, patted on the edge, and said "Come here, baby girl." Shannon got up and sat there, then reclined in his arms. At that point, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and asked "Do you smoke, baby girl?"

"Yes," Shannon responded. That answer was actually an exaggeration. Since the age of 13, she had smoked a few tobacco cigarettes, mostly when she was hanging out with Sheila and trying to look cool. Other than that, though, Shannon rarely consumed tobacco, because of health concerns. But she had done it enough that it didn't cause her to cough, and she told the man yes because she thought that it would make her seem cool to him. Upon her answer, he handed her a cigarette and started to grab one for himself, but then she suggested "How about we share one?" She loved the intimacy of that idea.


Native American Nympho Stoner Ch. 01



Feeling the same way, he lit the cigarette that was in her mouth and the two took turns inhaling and passing it to the other. "Was that your first blow job, baby girl?" he asked as she inhaled.

"Yes," she said as she passed the cigarette back to him. "How did I do?" she asked as he inhaled.

"You did good for your first time, baby girl."

"That's good, I'm glad you think so."

"Did you enjoy giving it to me?"

"Yes."

Then the man decided to throw in some unexpected humor. "Shit, baby girl! You sure are in a hurry to exercise your new adulthood! You just turned 18 yesterday, you just gave your first blow job, and now you're about to get your first tattoo!" At that line, Shannon broke out in laughter and, for the first time since arriving at the shop, felt completely relaxed. And as she thought about what had happened in the last half hour, she felt attractive and desirable for the first time in her life. When they finished the cigarette a few minutes later, the man asked her "Are you ready for that tattoo now?"

"Oh yeah!" Shannon replied excitedly.

"I have to take a piss first. Will you help me with that, baby girl?"

Shannon paused for a few seconds in confusion and answered reluctantly "I guess so."

With his jeans and underpants still around his ankles, he took her by the hand and walked her to the restroom, which was about the size of a phone booth. When he got into piss position, he instructed her "Hold my piss pump and aim so that I don't get any on the seat." She said nothing but stood at his right side and grabbed his soft cock. She thought that his request was strange but nevertheless kinky, and that turned her on. Almost immediately after she grabbed his cock, he unloaded his bladder and she made sure that every drop got into the toilet. When it was finished he asked "See those clumps of come in there?"

She looked down and said "Yes."

"That's why a guy is supposed to piss right after he comes," he said. "That way he shoots out any come that's still inside his cock."

"Cool!" she said as she looked at him eye to eye and smiled.

"Now pull up my pants." She did so, then zippered and buttoned them, at which point he gave her his next instruction. "Take your shirt off and go lie down." She was afraid of him being disappointed in her small breast size, but immediately did what he said, and loved that he told her to remove an article of clothing. As soon as she was in position, he immediately went to work and finished in about 3.5 hours. Shannon winced a few times in the process but was never in unbearable pain. And her mind often drifted far away from the pain, since she and the man chain smoked and talked the whole time. It started off with him innocently asking about her reasons for moving back, but she ended up telling him her whole life story. He listened very sympathetically and gave her lots of encouragement and support, convincing her that he cared about her, rather than wanting her just for sex.

Upon finishing the tattoo, the man bandaged it and gave Shannon special cream and soap, as well as verbal and written instructions for caring properly for the tattoo. He then offered to take her out to dinner and bring her back to the shop in a couple of hours, at which time he'd remove the bandage and wash the tattoo. He told her that he wanted to make sure, since it was her first tattoo, that it was treated properly. That was the truth, but not the whole truth. His biggest motivation was that he was falling hard for her. And the feeling was mutual, so Shannon enthusiastically accepted his offer and put her sweatshirt back on.

It was now about 5:00 PM and the man walked Shannon out the back door. Shannon's eyes opened widely in excitement when they arrived at a Harley-Davidson and he said "Hop on." Shannon had a thing for bikers and now was even more excited about this man. She climbed onto the motorcycle, he put a cigarette in her mouth and lit it, then climbed on himself and took off as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. He drove her to a nearby steakhouse. As they arrived, it suddenly hit Shannon that she didn't know the name of this guy who she was so crazy about.

While he parked and they got off the bike, she said "By the way, my name is Shannon!"

"I'm Butch," he said.

They looked at each other eye to eye and simultaneously said "It's nice to meet you," then broke out laughing. That made Shannon the most relaxed she'd been since they met. He sensed that, put his right hand on her left shoulder, slightly nudged her and said "Come on, baby girl." As she began walking, he put his right arm around her and she almost immediately put her left arm around his waist.

As they sat down at a booth, ordered, and then ate their dinner, they talked very openly, freely, and comfortably about a wide variety of subjects, almost never taking their eyes off of each other. Shortly after they finished their dinner, several of the restaurant employees brought out and small piece of birthday cake with a lit candle and gave it to Shannon, while singing a birthday greeting to her. She grinned widely and shyly. As the other employees left the table, a young white waitress, not much older than Shannon, said to Butch "You must be a proud dad!"

"I am!" he said, grinning as Shannon almost burst out laughing.

"You're letting your daughter smoke?" the waitress asked humorously.

"She's an adult now; she can do whatever she wants!"

The waitress then looked at Shannon and said "Congratulations on turning 18!"

"Thanks!" Shannon replied shyly but smiling as the waitress walked away. Shannon then turned to Butch and asked "You told her I was your daughter?!"

"No!" Butch said. "I told her that I was here for my baby girl's 18th birthday!"

Shannon grinned and blushed, looking at Butch very romantically. "I love it when you call me that! It just does something to me!"

Looking at her romantically as well, he responded "I'm glad. I didn't even plan to call you that, and I've never called anyone that before. It just came naturally."

As they exited the restaurant a few minutes later, they began holding hands with their fingers interlocked as they walked toward the motorcycle. From there, Butch took Shannon back to the tattoo shop, removed her bandage, and gently washed the tattoo. Then he asked her "I guess you need a ride home, baby girl?"

"Yeah, is it okay if I call my grandparents to ask them to pick me up?"

"You don't need to do that, baby girl. I'll take you home."

"That's very nice of you to offer, but their house is an hour from here."

"That's okay, I'll take you there," he gently insisted, in the hope of finding out exactly where she lived.

Her eyes opened widely "Wow, thanks! But what about my suitcase?!"

"Let's go get my truck!" At that, he drove her to his small but cozy house, about 10 minutes away. It was isolated, with no neighbors in sight, and had a gorgeous view of the mountains. There, Butch dropped off his motorcycle and took Shannon back to the tattoo shop in his pickup truck, where they got her suitcase and she gave him directions to her grandparents' house. They talked and held hands the whole way, and Butch finally opened up to Shannon about his past.

He was from Los Angeles and had an even much worse childhood than did Shannon. He and his mother were regularly beaten by his alcoholic father. He ran away from home when he was 13 and drifted around southern California and northern Mexico until he was in his late 30s. During that stretch, he spent several terms in prison, totaling about 12 years, for various gang related crimes. He also fathered two sons and two daughters, each with a different woman.

In the mid-1970s, while returning home from Sturgis, South Dakota, he stopped in Billings, thinking it was just for the night. But for the first time in his life, he felt like he was at home and at peace. He decided to move there permanently. His mother soon moved in with him and continued residing there until her death two years earlier. His children were now aged 16-29 and all still resided in California. They visited him sporadically. Realizing that they had both moved to Montana for largely the same reasons, Shannon felt an even stronger connection to Butch, and even more confident that they might make a good couple.

As Butch drove into Shannon's neighborhood, comprised of plain, small, modest houses, Shannon had him park in front of the house of her and Sheila's close friend Gina Marie, who lived next door to Shannon's grandparents. It was now about 10:30 PM and Shannon thought her grandparents were probably in bed, but she wasn't taking any chances. She didn't want her grandparents to see her with Butch because of his age and his tattoos. Shannon's plan was to spend the night at Gina Marie's house and then walk over to her grandparents' house the next day, telling them that she had been picked up at the bus station by Gina Marie .

"So do you think you'll get anymore tattoos?" Butch asked as he stopped the truck and turned off the ignition.

"Oh yes! Someday I want to have as many as you do!" she said in excitement.

"It'll be my pleasure to give them to you, baby girl!"

"And it'll be my pleasure to get them from you!"

"I don't now how much pleasure it'll be for you! Some parts of your body, they hurt real bad!"

"I don't give a fuck; it's worth it to turn my body into an art gallery!"

"So when do you think you'll be ready for another tattoo?"

"As soon as this one heals!" Shannon enthusiastically responded.

Grabbing one of his business cards and a pen from a storage compartment, he wrote his home phone number on the card and, while writing, said "Well, whenever you're ready, just call me collect at either of these numbers, say it's Shannon, and I'll accept!" 

"Wow, thanks!" Shannon said as she took the card from him. "I just hope I can get my grandparents to drive me up there! They don't get out much!"

"Hey, don't worry about it. Anytime you want a tattoo, I'll come down here and pick you up, take you to the shop, and take you home."

Still amazed by his generosity, Shannon replied "You'd do that for me?"

"Yes, I sure would!"

Giving him a sexy look, she asked "For the same cost as today?!"

"Yes! One blow job per session!"

"Is that a permanent price?!"

"Yes!"

"Okay, tell me the truth! How many other girls have that deal?!"

"You're the only one."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

Shannon paused, wondering if he was lying, but seeing the seriousness on his face, she believed within a few seconds that he was telling the truth. Then she inquired "Why? What is it about me?"

"I like you, baby girl."

"I like you, too. But how do you like me? Do you just want me for sex, or do you think we could be boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"I think we could be boyfriend and girlfriend. As long as you don't mind having a boyfriend who's 27 years older than you are."

"Honestly, I don't give a fuck how old you are. I'm really crazy about you."

"I'm crazy about you, too, baby girl."

They gazed deep into each other's eyes for just a few seconds, but it seemed much longer to both of them. Then Butch leaned over and placed his right around around Shannon, and she took it as a cue. She closed her eyes, titled her head to the right and almost instantly, her lips met Butch's for the first time. They kissed passionately and dramatically, both becoming consumed in their intense feelings for each other and the excitement of this unexpected and taboo romance.

After about 20 minutes, Shannon's tongue was tired and her saliva was almost gone, so she slightly moved away from Butch and they held each other tightly and, for several minutes, didn't say a word. Finally, Butch looked at his watch and saw that it was 11:15 PM. "I have an 8 O'clock appointment, baby girl, but I want to see you again real soon, okay?"

"Okay," Shannon said on the verge of tears, not being ready to say goodbye.

He let go of her, got her suitcase out of the back, and walked it up to Gina Marie's front porch, where he set it down. Shannon followed him there and took him in her arms one more time before he left. "This has been the most awesome and unbelievable day of my life. Thank you so much."

"The pleasure's all mine baby girl," Butch responded, sounding very tender and comforting, and holding her the same way.

She very much wanted to tell him that she loved him, but thought it might be too much, too soon, so she held back. She settled instead for one more brief kiss and tight hug. As Butch walked back to his truck, started it and drove away, the two new lovers waved at each other, hoping to see each other again very soon.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Native American Nympho Stoner Ch. 02



Shannon stood on the front porch of Gina Marie's house and watched Butch drive away until he was out of sight. She had tears in her eyes, feeling overwhelmed by all the dramatic experiences that had struck her in the last 12 hours. She moved to Montana in the hope of positive change but never expected anything remotely close to this. She was very happy, but also afraid that this was too good to be true. But that fear was somewhat blocked out for the moment, as she was very excited about seeing Gina Marie again.

Gina Marie and Sheila had been best friends. They were the same age and played together almost every day until Sheila and Shannon moved to Michigan. And every Summer, when Sheila and Shannon came to visit for eight weeks, they always spent much of their time with Gina Marie.

In the early years, their activities together consisted mostly of innocent things, such as playing games, talking, and watching TV. In later years, it involved more mischievous things, such as Sheila and Gina Marie smoking marijuana, shoplifting at stores throughout the region, and boasting about their sexual experiences.

Shannon always joined them in the marijuana smoking and loved it immensely. But she never participated in the shoplifting, and while she enjoyed listening to the sexual talk, she was open about her virginity with the other two girls, who didn't pressure her to rush into sex.

But the more Sheila became consumed by alcoholism, the more Gina Marie started becoming more distant from Sheila and closer to Shannon.

Gina Marie was 5'4" and 170 lbs. with semi-curly jet black hair almost down to her waist and a pair of 40DDs. She was an only child and lived with her mother, Beth, who was only 15 years older. Beth had a very similar face and hair to her daughter's but was only 4'11 and 125 lbs. and had small breasts. Beth conceived Gina Marie while passed out drunk at a party and had no idea who the baby's father was. Gina Marie had been Beth's dominant focus ever since she learned of her pregnancy and each was the other's best friend. The two grew their own marijuana and smoked it together almost every day. Beth was very young at heart and had a great relationship with all of her daughter's friends.

Gina Marie had a fairly introverted and very easygoing personality. She earned a modest living by making bead art and selling it at flea markets and arts & craft shows. When she was 19, she spent 20 days in jail for trying to steal a TV from a department store, but other than that had stayed out of legal trouble.

Shannon had long had a crush on Gina Marie but had never pursued it. Shannon had never shared her bisexuality with anyone and at that time didn't think she ever would, fearing rejection.

A few minutes before midnight, while smoking her last cigarette of the day, Gina Marie had just stripped nude and put on a long T shirt, getting ready for bed. Suddenly, she heard a knock on her bedroom window. She wasn't scared, thinking it was her mother. Beth had gone out on a date that night and Gina Marie just figured that her mom had forgotten to take her house key and needed to be let in.

But as Gina Marie peeked through the curtains, her eyes lit up. She quickly jerked apart the curtains and exclaimed "Shannon?! What the fuck?!"

"Can I come in?!" Shannon asked, grinning.

"Of course!" Gina Marie said, and immediately headed for the front door, as did Shannon. A few seconds later, Gina Marie threw open the door and Shannon walked in. As the two hugged tightly, Gina Marie said "Girl, what a surprise! It is so good to see you!"

"It's so good to see you, too!" Shannon responded.

"So what are you doing here this time of year?!"

"You want the whole story?!"

"Of course!"

"Can I spend the night?!"

"Girl, you know you're always welcome here!"

"Great, thanks!" At that, Shannon went out to the front porch, brought in her suitcase, and took it back to Gina Marie's room.

As soon as the two girls were in the room, Gina Marie said in excited anticipation "Okay, you look like you're dying to tell me something! I want the whole story!"

"Okay, but let me get out of these clothes first! I've had them on since 4 in the morning yesterday!" Shannon then stripped nude, left her clothes on the floor, and turned her new tattoo toward Gina Marie, whose eyes and mouth opened wide.

"Wow!" exclaimed Gina Marie. "When did you get that?!"

"Today!" Shannon said grinning.

"That looks great!"

"Thanks!"

"How much did it cost you?"

"You really wanna know?!" Shannon said, now starting to blush.

"Well, yeah!" Gina Marie answered, thinking it was a silly question and assuming that the answer would be an amount of money.

Grinning, looking down at the floor, and pausing for several seconds while continuing to blush, Shannon finally revealed it. "A blow job!"

Gina Marie's chin almost dropped to the floor and she was speechless for several seconds! "Okay!" she finally said in the kind of excitement that would be typical of a teenage girl. "I want to know every detail! I want the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth!"

Still blushing and staring at the floor, Shannon said "Okay, just let me put something on and lie down, and I'll tell you everything you wanna know!"

"Okay!"

Shannon opened her suitcase, got out a long T shirt, put it on, and got in bed. To avoid putting any pressure on her still sore right upper arm, she lay on her left side. Gina Marie then joined Shannon in bed and turned off the lamp that was on headboard immediately behind the bed. Shannon then told Gina Marie the whole story, leaving out nothing, as Gina Marie listened in awe with her mouth hanging open. After Shannon finished telling the story, the room was silent for a few seconds as Gina Marie absorbed all of the pleasantly shocking information that she'd just learned. Then she spoke with enthusiasm.

"Well, girl, after all the kinky shit you've heard me and your sister talk about over the years, you finally have a story of your own to tell!"

"Yeah, it's about time!" Shannon responded with a mixture of happiness and her lingering insecurity. "I'm just afraid I wasn't that good a lover for him."

"Hey girl, you did fine. You made him come and that's the most important thing. And you even swallowed. That's pretty fuckin' impressive for your first time."

"I guess so," Shannon responded, unconvinced.

"Look, if you didn't do a good job, he wouldn't have offered to keep giving you tattoos for blow jobs. And he especially wouldn't have offered to drive all this way and pick you up anytime. And anyway, I'm going to teach you how to give a blow job so fuckin' good, you'll have him screaming your name next time!"

Shannon smiled and blushed. She was shy about taking a blow job lesson even from a very close friend, but was willing to do it because she intensely desired to impress Butch.

Gina Marie then turned the lamp back on, reached under her bed, and pulled out a box that contained a dildo and a few dozen erotic letter magazines. She took the dildo and gave Shannon very detailed instructions, particularly advising her to lick the area immediately under the spout and on the back of the scrotum.

Gina Marie also encouraged Shannon to take her time and act like she'd be content to do it all day, except in the case of a quickie. Gina Marie then gave the dildo to Shannon and told her to demonstrate what she'd just been taught. When Shannon got done, Gina Marie exclaimed "He's going to be so fucking amazed by the next one that you give him!"

"I sure hope so, coach!" replied Shannon, with humor but also with much increased confidence. Gina Marie laughed, put away the dildo, turned out the light, and the two fell asleep in just a few minutes. Shannon loved sharing a bed with Gina Marie, knowing it was probably as far as they'd ever go together. Shannon had never seen any sign that Gina Marie was sexually interested in women. And on this particular night, Shannon got wet thinking both about Butch and Gina Marie.

About 1 AM, the phone rang. Gina Marie woke up but Shannon didn't, being massively drained from the last two days. Gina Marie answered the phone and it was Beth, saying that she was spending the night with her date and would be home the next morning. Gina Marie told her mom about Shannon's unexpected arrival and experience with Butch. Beth was ecstatic but in a hurry to get off the phone and attend to her date. She looked forward to learning more details when she got home in a few hours.

The next morning, Shannon and Gina Marie woke up and shared a cigarette, then got out of bed and noticed that Beth wasn't home yet, which wasn't unusual when she had a date the night before. Gina Marie and Shannon then took a hot shower together, during which Shannon gazed in awe at Gina Marie. Shannon deeply envied Gina Marie's knockers and also craved her whole body, wanting to dive into it - especially when watching Gina Marie's large knockers and ass shake up and down, and when she washed those parts of her body as well as her bushy cunt. After the shower, the two young Native American women dried off, went to the kitchen, and ate breakfast nude while sharing another cigarette.

Shannon then got dressed to go to her grandparents' house, but figured that she'd be over to visit Gina Marie and Beth almost every day.

As Shannon was about to walk out the door, she and Gina Marie hugged tightly while Gina Marie said "Girl, I am so glad that you moved here and it's gonna be such a fuckin' blast having you as my next door neighbor."

"Oh yeah, it'll be great!" Shannon responded.

Suddenly, Beth walked in, looking tired but happy. "Well," she said, "if it isn't the tattooed blow job queen!"

"Beth!" Shannon said, smiling and blushing, "It is so good to see you again."

"You too, honey!" Beth replied as the two hugged. "Now let me see it!"

Still smiling and blushing, Shannon took off her sweatshirt. Beth looked at the tattoo from up close and admired it.

"Do you want one for yourself?" Shannon asked as she put her shirt back on.

"I've thought about it. Maybe one of these days!" Beth responded.

Turning to Gina Marie, Shannon asked "How about you?"

"Maybe!" Gina Marie responded! "I'd never thought about it before, but I like yours so much, I just might get one someday!"

"Well, if either of you decide to, just let me know!" Shannon said. "I'll ask Butch if he'll let me give him blow jobs in exchange for tattoos for you two!"

"The way you described him, I'd be happy to give him the blow jobs myself!" said Gina Marie.

"Me too!" said Beth.

"But he's your man, so we wouldn't do that!" said Gina Marie.

"No we wouldn't!" said Beth. "We're so happy for you!"

"Thanks!" Shannon said, feeling very happy but also a little shy and insecure.

Beth then excused herself to the restroom and Gina Marie enthusiastically asked "You wanna come over and get fucked up with us tonight?!"

"Oh, fuck yes! Especially since I haven't had any since the night I graduated!"

"Are you fuckin' shittin' me?!"

"No!"

"Well then next time I see that sister of yours, I'm gonna kick her big fat ass! What's it been?! Four months since she got you fucked up?!"

"Yeah, just about!"

"Well, you'll never have to go four months without it again! As long as you live next door to me, you won't even have to go four days without it!"

"As much as you and your mom grow, I won't even have to go four hours without it!"

At that, they laughed and hugged again. "See you in a few hours!" Shannon said.

"I can hardly wait!" Gina Marie responded.

"Same here! I'm gonna keep smoking 'til I fuckin' pass out!"

"All of us are, girl!"

"Okay, I'm going over to my grandparents' house now!"

"Mom and I'll roll the joints in the meantime!"

TO BE CONTINUED 



Native American Nympho Stoner Ch. 03



As she dragged her suitcase next door to her grandparents' house, Shannon felt the happiest and most optimistic she'd ever felt. After all those agonizingly slow years, she was back in her beloved Montana to stay permanently, she was going to reside with her grandparents and spend much of her time next door with her best friend, she had unlimited access to marijuana, she had a new tattoo with many more on the horizon, and best of all, she had a new boyfriend who she was totally crazy about.

She knocked on her grandparents' front door, and they answered in just a few seconds, looking very happy but not surprised to see her. The three did a group hug and Shannon questioned their lack of surprise. They explained that Sheila called, informing them of Shannon's impending arrival, so that they wouldn't worry if their daughter called and said that Shannon was missing.

Shannon's grandparents were very nice people who were content living a very simple life. They were 58 and in good health, but rarely went anywhere other than church and the grocery store. They had been married for 42 years and were very happy together. Most evenings they watched TV and went to bed about 10 PM. A late night for them was staying up for the 11 O'clock news.

They did have a big generation gap with Shannon, but they adored her nevertheless. They didn't understand her taste in music or fashion, and they wouldn't approve of her marijuana consumption, her bisexuality, her profane vocabulary, or her having sex outside of marriage, but they didn't try to run her life, either.

Shannon accepted that they were good people who were simply very old fashioned. Out of respect for them, whenever she was in their presence, she behaved very properly and didn't discuss any of her activities that they would disapprove of.

Shannon and her grandparents spent the next few hours catching up, and then she said she was going to settle into her new room. The house had only two bedrooms - her grandparents' room and the guest room, which Shannon was now going to take.

But Shannon decided to wait at least a day to fully unpack and arrange her belongings. First, she felt an urgency to write a letter to Butch. She wanted to keep herself fresh in his mind and nurture their new relationship. At that time, long distance phone calls were too expensive to make regularly, so while they were apart, letters were the only communication that she could regularly afford.

Her letter read:

My dearest Butch:

I'm so happy, amazed, and overwhelmed to suddenly have such a sweet, sexy, romantic, and talented man; especially one who likes me for the woman I am.

Yesterday was the absolute best day of my life. All the years that guys showed no interest in me, I felt so unattractive and worthless. Now that I have a real man, I realize how unimportant and empty those guys are.

It's too soon to tell what the future holds for us, but I think there's a very big chance that everything can work out and we can be a happy couple for a long time. I promise I'll give my all to make you happy.

Giving you blow jobs to get tattoos is a super great deal, especially because I love both tattoos and giving you blow jobs! But I like you so much that even after I'm done getting tattoos, I'll still be happy to give you all the blow jobs you want, and any other kind of sex, too.

With all my heart, thank you so much for everything. I cherish all that we've shared and am so excited about everything we'll share together in the future. I hope to see you again very soon!

Hugs, kisses, and blow jobs from your baby girl,

Shannon

Immediately under her name, she wrote her phone number.

Upon finishing the letter just before 9 PM, Shannon placed the letter and one of her senior pictures into an envelope, then mailed it at a box down the street. From there, she went straight to Gina Marie's house. Inside the house, Gina Marie and Beth were sitting side by side on the couch, each dressed in nothing but a long T shirt and each resting her feet on the coffee table. Also on the coffee table were a cigar box containing the joints and a lighter, and some potato chips and snack cakes for the hunger that always accompanied their marijuana consumption. A jazz radio station was playing on the stereo at moderate volume. Upon hearing Shannon's knock, Gina Marie shouted "Come on in!"

Shannon entered the house, took off her shoes, and sat down on the left of Gina Marie, who was in the middle. Gina Marie grabbed a joint and a lighter and handed them to Shannon, saying in the process "Girl, you've been waiting so long for this, you get to go first!"

Shannon lit the joint and inhaled. The THC had never felt so good hitting her brain. Within a few seconds, she experienced the sensory enhancement and overall euphoria that she had missed for the last four months. Right after she finished inhaling, she grinned widely and said in easygoing excitement "Oh fuck, you two grow the best fuckin' shit!"

As Shannon passed the joint to Gina Marie, Beth said "Thanks for telling us that, honey!"

"You're very fuckin' welcome!" Shannon said, sounding almost like she was in ecstasy.

"We hardly ever share our weed with anyone else, so we're glad to hear we do a good job!"

Gina Marie and Beth also became euphoric very quickly, and making the situation even better was that none of them ever became obnoxious when stoned. They were all very pleasant, friendly, coherent, and relaxed.

After just about half an hour, Beth went to bed. She was a cashier at a nearby grocery store and had to be at work at 7 AM the next morning. "If I do too much of this shit tonight, I won't be worth shit at work tomorrow!" she said as she got up to go to bed.

"When's your next day off?" Shannon asked.

"Sunday," Beth replied. "Which means I can get totally stoned out of my fuckin' mind on Saturday!"

"Sounds like we have a date!" Shannon said, in humor but also seriousness.

"Honey, we have a date every fuckin' day! The only question is whether I do a little or a lot!" said Beth, who was just outside the entrance to her room when finishing that comment.

Shannon then asked Gina Marie if it was okay to play a cassette that Shannon had brought along - Romeo Void's "It's a Condition." Having always felt alienated from the mainstream, Shannon listened mostly to underground music, such as punk and new wave; genres that were unfamiliar to Gina Marie, who listened mostly to pop and jazz. Gina Marie put on the tape, which Shannon had wanted to listen to stoned since first hearing it a few weeks earlier. She wasn't disappointed. The marijuana enhanced the listening experience for her. And Gina Marie enjoyed the album more than she expected, finding it to be sexy.

Shannon loved Beth but was glad she went to bed early on this night. Sometimes, such as now, Shannon loved having Gina Marie all to herself. And making it even more exciting for Shannon is that she had come up with a subtle way to gauge whether Gina Marie might be sexually interested in women. And since Gina Marie had lower inhibitions while stoned, now seemed like the perfect time to try.

"Gina Marie?" Shannon asked, her voice dripping with curiosity but also gentleness.

"Yeah?" Gina Marie responded.

"Is it okay if I ask you a couple of questions about the time you were in jail?" Up to that point, Shannon only knew about Gina Marie's jail term from Sheila. Gina Marie had told Sheila about it through letters.

"Oh yeah, I don't mind talking about it at all," Gina Marie said assuringly.

"What was it like?"

"It really wasn't that bad. It was only for 20 days and I made one of my best friends there. None of the guards or the other inmates ever mistreated me or anything like that. I still got food, I still got to shower, I still got a clean bed, I still got to watch TV. Really, the worst part was not being able to get laid or fucked up for 20 days!"

"Did any girls ever try to have sex with you?!" Based on movies, Shannon had an idea that women's prisons were filled with dominating lesbians. Her hope was that a woman had made a sexual advance at Gina Marie and that based on how she described it, Shannon would get an idea of how Gina Marie would feel about sex with a woman.

"No!" Gina Marie said laughing. "There were a couple of girls in there who were kinda dyke acting, but I wasn't around 'em much!"

"What would you have done if they did try to have sex with you?!"

"I don't know, I guess tell 'em I'm straight and not into girls!"

"What if they wanted to go down on you, and you closed your eyes and pretended it was a man doing it?!"

"I've heard that lesbos are good at giving face, but if I knew it was a woman, I think that would just ruin it for me in my mind!"

At that point, Shannon was fully convinced that Gina Marie was totally straight. Shannon was disappointed but accepting, and transitioned away from that subject.

"How'd your mom take it when you went to jail?"

"She was cool about it. She just said 'Hey, girl, you fucked up, but I still love you just as much as I did before. Just don't do it again!'"

"That's good! She's awesome!"

"Fuck yeah, she's the best!"

"By the way, how'd you get caught?!"

"I was so fuckin' stupid! I'd stolen so much shit from that store over the years, like probably over 50 things..."

"50?! Are you fucking serious?!"

"Oh yeah," Gina Marie said in a serious tone, while nodding and opening her eyes widely to emphasize that she wasn't exaggerating.

"Like, what kind of shit did you steal?"

"Clothes, jewelry, cigarettes, alcohol, tapes. Shit that's a lot easier to hide. But because I'd never been caught, I figured I could get away with stealing a TV, too. So I went back to the electronics department and loaded the most expensive TV they had into a shopping cart. I thought the people at the front of the store would think I paid for it at the electronics counter. But as soon as I took one fuckin' step outside, their security guard busted me and I was like 'Oh shit.'"

"What happened after that?"

"He took me to this office and stayed there with me until the cops got there to arrest me. But the guy who arrested me was this white stud, and when he handcuffed me, oh shit, I got fuckin' wet!"

"That would get me wet, too! Even though Butch didn't handcuff me, I got majorly turned on by how forceful he was with me!"

"Shit, girl, I'd love a guy to seduce me like that!"

"I know you would! So what'd you do the day you got out of jail?"

"What the fuck do you think I did?!"

"Get majorly fucked up?!"

"Oh yeah! Mom was out there waiting for me and as soon as I was released, we came straight back here and smoked 'til we fuckin' passed out!"

"I wish I could've been there!"

"Me too, girl!"

"Do you stay in touch with any of the girls you met in jail?"

"Just my cell mate, but she's one of my best friends besides you and mom. She's a white girl named Angie and she's a big time stoner, too."

"Is she out now?"

"Yeah, and we get together every couple of months. She lives down in Wyoming and we take turns visiting each other."

"Can I go with you sometime when you visit her?"

"Oh yeah, you two'll get along great. And she loves our culture, too."

Shannon and Gina Marie continued smoking until Shannon passed out at about 1:30. Gina Marie then lay Shannon down, put a pillow under her head and a blanket over her, covering everything up to her neck, and went to bed.

Gina Marie woke up a little after 12 PM and groggily walked out to the living room to check up on Shannon, who was still in a deep sleep. Figuring that Shannon would continue to sleep for a few more hours, Gina Marie went into the kitchen and smoked another joint while working on her bead art.

At about 3:45, Beth arrived home from work, saw Shannon still asleep on the couch, and then went into the kitchen. There her daughter had completed several necklaces that day while intermittently smoking more marijuana.

"Hey mom!" Gina Marie said, getting up from the table and approaching Beth.

"Oh, Gina Marie!" Beth softly said, as the two hugged. Beth felt exhausted from the night before and the eight hour shift she just completed. "How long as she been asleep?!"

"Since about 1:30!"

"I think we got her the most fucked up she's ever been!"

"We sure did!" At that, Gina Marie walked over to the ash tray on the kitchen table, where a partly consumed joint was resting. She put it between her mother's lips and lit it. Beth took one inhalation, then passed the joint to her daughter, who did the same.

Beth stood still for a few seconds, showing no reaction. But as she felt the THC go to work, she suddenly felt even more drowsy. "Okay, I'm gonna lie down 'til dinner!"

"Yeah, you could use the rest! I'm gonna keep working on these necklaces 'til Shannon gets up!"

"At the rate she's going, that might not be 'til tomorrow!"

Both mother and daughter laughed and then Beth went to bed. She was so tired that she almost immediately fell asleep on top of the blankets, fully dressed except for her shoes, which she took off as soon as she got home.

Finally, a few minutes after 6:00, Shannon woke up after sleeping for over 2/3 of a day. She immediately noticed that Gina Marie was in the kitchen. Shannon then looked at her watch. "Shit," she thought to herself. "I missed a chance to sleep with her again."

Shannon then immediately got up and stumbled into the kitchen. Gina Marie had her back to the living room and therefore didn't see her friend get up.

"Good morning!" Shannon said as she entered the kitchen.

"Good morning?!" Gina Marie asked in humor as she turned around.

"Okay, good afternoon, good evening, or whatever the fuck it is!" Shannon said as she sat down next to Gina Marie. 

"How are you feeling?!"

"I'm tired as fuck, but in the last two days, I've moved back here, I've given my first blow job to the hottest guy I've ever seen, I've gotten my first tattoo, and I've gotten the most fucked up I've ever gotten! So I think I'm having one fucking amazing week!"

"You sure are, girl, and you deserve it!"

That night after dinner, the three women shared two joints. Beth then went to bed, having another 7:00-3:30 shift the next day, while Shannon and Gina Marie spent the night at Shannon's house. Shannon was very conscious about not neglecting her grandparents and was trying to spend her time about equally between their house and Gina Marie's.

That night, Shannon and Gina Marie slept together in Shannon's bed and woke up about 9:30 the next morning. After showering together and having breakfast, they had a long and pleasant conversation with Shannon's grandparents. It was hard for Shannon and Gina Marie to curb their language and subject matter, but they did so out of respect for their elders.

At about 12:30, the phone rang. Shannon answered, simply because she was sitting the closest to the phone. "Hello?" she said.

"Hi, baby girl," said Butch, sounding very serious and equally horny, just as when he asked Shannon for the blow job.

Shannon froze. She would've been willing to talk sexy to him in front of Gina Marie, but not her grandparents. Complicating the situation even further was that there wasn't another phone in the house. Figuring out by Shannon's nervousness that it was Butch on the phone, Gina Marie grinned and winked at Shannon, which added to her nervousness.

After a few seconds, Shannon spoke nervously. "Yes?"

"I just got your letter and picture, baby girl. I have a three day load built up. I just need to know if you're going to come over tonight and take care of it for me, or if I need to go to the restroom and jack off while I look at your picture and think about everything I want to do with you."

Shannon was extremely excited now, as well as equally nervous. She didn't know what to say with her grandparents in the room, but she desperately wanted to make sure that she didn't miss out on the chance to be with Butch that day. And she also wanted him to know that she would gladly visit him anytime he asked.

Several seconds passed while Shannon tried hard to think of what to say. Then Butch said "Well, I'm very horny for you, so I guess I better go pump myself dry..."

"No!" Shannon interrupted. "Please don't!"

"Does that mean you're coming over tonight!"

"Of course I am!"

"Are your grandparents there in the room with you; is that why you're not saying much?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, that makes sense now! At first I thought you just didn't want to see me anymore!"

"No, please don't ever think that!"

"I won't anymore, baby girl! So what time do I pick you up?"

"Name it!"

"I close the store at five, so how about six?"

"That'll be perfect!"

"You want me to pick you up where I dropped you off!?"

"That'll be perfect, too!"

"Okay, baby girl. I'll see you at six."

"Okay!"

"Bye!"

"Bye!"

To avoid Shannon's grandparents asking who was on the phone, as soon as Shannon hung up, Gina Marie made a comment on a completely unrelated matter. Her strategy worked and the phone call never came up.

At about 3:45, Beth returned home from work. Upon seeing her car, Shannon told her grandparents that she and Gina Marie were going to help Beth make dinner.

As the two young women left the house, Gina Marie grinned and said "Well..."

That was all she needed to say. Shannon excitedly responded "He's picking me up at your house at six!"

Gina Marie's mouth hung open in awe. Initially she was merely excited for Shannon, but then after a few seconds had another thought, which she verbally expressed. "That means mom and I get to see him!"

"That's right!" Gina Marie screamed just like a teenage girl. Shannon laughed and added "Let's not tell your mom! I want her to be surprised!"

"Great idea!"

Shannon, Gina Marie, and Beth had dinner amid a very humorous and irreverent conversation that moved out to the living room when they were all done eating. And at six on the dot, the doorbell rang.

Shannon and Gina Marie looked at each other and smirked. Seeing that neither one had made a move to answer the door, Beth did. As she opened it, her eyes and mouth opened widely in awe as she saw Butch, wearing a sleeveless shirt and smoking a cigarette. Gina Marie was watching from a couch and had a very similar facial reaction!

"Is Shannon here?" he asked.

"She sure is!" Beth responded as she fully opened the door and stepped back for him to enter.

Shannon immediately got up and walked fast toward him. "Good to see you again, baby girl!" Butch told her.

"You, too!" Shannon replied, blushing. She and Butch hugged tightly and briefly kissed on the lips. Then, as the two held each other, Shannon turned her head to the other two women and said "Gina Marie, Beth, this is my boyfriend, Butch!"

"Hi, Butch!" Gina Marie said. "We've heard a lot about you!"

"We sure have!" added Beth.

"Oh yeah?!" Butch asked humorously. Then he looked at Shannon eye to eye. "You've been talking about me, baby girl?!"

"Yes," Shannon said, "because I think you're so fucking amazing and I'm proud to have you as my boyfriend!"

"I'm proud of you, too, baby girl!" At that, the two had another quick kiss on the lips. Then, looking across the room to Gina Marie and Beth, he said "It was nice meeting you two!"

"It was nice meeting you, too!" they said almost simultaneously.

"Come over any time!" Beth added.

"I'll be glad to come over any time my baby girl's here!" At that, he placed his right hand on her right shoulder and started directing her to the door. Shannon then placed her left hand in the back left pocket of his jeans and, as she and Butch walked out, she turned around, winked, and gave them the thumbs up sign with her right hand.

Gina Marie and Beth grinned at her. As soon as she was out the door, they looked at each other in amazement. After a few seconds, Gina Marie spoke first. "So what did you think?"




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"She's right; he sure is a hot hunk of a man!"

"He sure the fuck is! I can hardly wait to hear the stories she's gonna have for us when she gets back!"

"I wish I could trade places with her tonight!" said Beth as she got a joint and a lighter out of the cigar box. "We're going to get fucked up, but she's going to get fucked!"

They both laughed and started smoking, while Shannon rode with Butch in exhilarating anticipation of what she was going to experience with him.

TO BE CONTINUED




Native American Nympho Stoner Ch. 04



Butch walked Shannon up to his truck and opened the door for her. As soon as he started the truck, the couple instantly started holding hands. Shannon was unable to hide her grin and overall excitement. Butch, in sharp contrast, showed little emotion, which was very typical of him, but he had the same feelings that Shannon did.

At first, the unspoken communication was enough, but as Butch pulled onto the highway, Shannon began the verbal conversation, sounding very typical of a teenager experiencing romance for the first time. "I know it's only been three days," she said, then paused for a few seconds. "But I missed you so much!"

"I missed you, too, baby girl," Butch replied. At that, Shannon gently kissed his right hand. Butch responded by kissing her left hand, while keeping his eyes on the road.

"Your friends must be stoners," Butch observed.

Because he made that comment with no emotion at all, Shannon had no idea if he was speaking for or against marijuana consumption, or simply making a neutral observation. She hoped that he did weed, but in case he didn't, and especially in case he was against it, she tried to ascertain his feelings about weed before revealing that she did it.

"What makes you think that?!" she asked.

"If you haven't figured out that they're stoners, you must not know anything about weed. They have the most weed smelling house I've ever been in."

"Does that bother you?!"

"No, not at all. I'm a stoner, too!"

Ecstatic to hear that, Shannon grinned and enthusiastically responded "That's super cool, because I am, too!"

"Are you serious, baby girl?!" Butch asked.

"Totally serious! Weed is just about my favorite thing in the would and I know I'll love doing it with you!"

"I'll love that, too, baby girl."

"Hey, you wanna go back and get some shit from Gina Marie and Beth so we can get fucked up together tonight?!"

"We don't need to, baby girl. I've got plenty at home."

"That's awesome, but if you ever run out, you can get some from them anytime! They grow their own!"

"I'll keep that in mind. It's always good to have another connection."

"Fuck yeah! When I lived in Michigan, sometimes I went months without it! I'm glad those days are over!"

"Where'd you get such a filthy mouth, baby girl?!"

"You like it when I say 'fuck?!'"

"Ooh yeah, baby girl," Butch responded, sounding very horny.

"Well then, I'll have to say it a whole fucking lot for you!"

"Yes you will!"

They spent most of the remainder of the trip catching up on the last three days. As they parked in the driveway of Butch's house about 45 minutes later, he suddenly turned to her and said "Baby girl, you forgot your suitcase. Do you want me to take you back to get it."

"I didn't forget it," Shannon responded in a very serious tone as she turned and faced him.

"Yes you did, baby girl. All you brought along was that folder." Shannon had been holding a folder in her right arm since Butch picked her up.

"You're right that I didn't bring my suitcase," Shannon said in the same serious tone, "but I didn't forget it. I left it at home on purpose."

"Why?" Butch asked, having no clue.

"Why the fuck would I want to wear any clothes when I'm around you?" Hearing that made Butch's cock throb. After he paused for a few seconds in shocked excitement, Shannon added "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to pay for my next tattoo."

Butch was now rock hard and ready to dive into her right there in the truck. He had been extremely attracted to her from the start, and now that was greatly enhanced by her unexpected aggressiveness. He was amazed that she'd come so far after being so shy and nervous just three days earlier.

After the two stared intensely at each other for a few seconds, Butch got out of the truck, as did Shannon almost immediately afterward. The two met in front of the truck and walked to the house, holding hands with their fingers interlocked.

Upon entering Butch's house for the first time, the first thing that Shannon noticed is that it smelled just like Gina Marie's house - in other words, like marijuana. Butch turned on the overhead light, revealing the living room, whose walls were heavily decorated with a combination of motorcycle memorabilia and paintings.

Shannon looked around with a lot of interest and savored the smell for a few seconds, then noticed that Butch was already nude and sitting on the edge of one of the couches, ready for his payment. And getting her even more excited was discovering, upon seeing him topless for the first time, was that he was even more tattooed than she realized. In addition to his arms and legs, most of his front upper body was covered by tattoos as well.

"Are you ready for me, Butch?" asked Shannon in her most sensual voice.

"Ooh yeah, baby girl," Butch responded in total ecstasy.

At that, Shannon grabbed a pillow off of the couch and dropped it on the floor to use as a cushion for her knees. She then knelt and went to work with far more confidence and none of the nervousness that characterized her first blow job just three days earlier.

She grabbed his shaft with her right hand and his head with her left hand, turned it to her left at a 90 degree angle, and sucked the area right under his spout while licking it at the same time. Butch immediately knew that Shannon's skills had already improved dramatically. He gasped loudly as his mouth hung open and his neck tilted back. "Oh shit, baby girl, that's a proper blow job," he said.

Shannon kept up the licking and sucking and Butch's reaction stayed the same. She noticed he was so hard that some of the veins in his cock were popped out very far.

Then, using her right hand, she grabbed his scrotum and lifted it so that his hard on was sandwiched between her hand and his abdomen. From there, she began rubbing him immediately under his spout with her left thumb and licking the back of his scrotum. The moment her tongue touched his scrotum, he gasped very loudly and threw his head back with his eyes closed as his body was filled with complete sexual euphoria.

After keeping her tongue still for a few seconds, she glided it up to his balls, then pulled her tongue away for a couple of seconds and repeated the process over and over.

Shannon was being very methodical, showing Butch that she'd be content to do this all day. It didn't take long, though, before the stimulation to those two areas became too much for him.

"Baby girl, I'm gonna come," he cried out just about two minutes into the blow job. Shannon quickly took his cock into her mouth, which he filled with a long and massive load while moaning very loudly.

As soon as she was certain that he'd stopped coming, she climbed onto the couch, sat on her knees facing him, opened her mouth so he could see how much come he'd just shot her, and then swallowed in one fluid motion.

They sat and blankly stared at each other for a few seconds, then he reached out his arms toward her. They quickly embraced and began a passionate, open mouthed kiss.

But Butch abruptly stopped the kiss after just a few seconds and said "Come with me, baby girl."

He took Shannon by the hand and walked her into the adjacent kitchen. There he had her stand in the middle of the room and stood facing her a few feet away. "Strip," he sternly commanded her.

Loving such dominating treatment from a man she was so crazy about, and now being completely comfortable with him, she enthusiastically obeyed him without hesitation. In just about 20 seconds, she took off, in order, her sweatshirt, shoes, jeans, socks and underpants.

As soon as she was finished, she stood up straight and looked at Butch to see his reaction to seeing her lower body for the first time. He stared at her with no reaction for a few seconds, then said "Stand still, baby girl."

He walked to her right side and leaned to his left to see her from rear view. In awe, he slapped her right ass cheek with his left hand and then immediately grabbed and squeezed the cheek, saying in ecstasy "Ooh yeah, look at that ass." Then, while keeping his left hand in place, he placed his open right hand on her abdomen, glided it down past her bush, and inserted his index and middle fingers into her soaking wet cunt. "Ooh, baby girl, you have such a sweet, tight cunt."

Shannon was now the horniest she'd even been and desperately longed to give Butch her virginity. But his hard on wasn't back yet and he had another idea.

"Have you ever been nude outside, baby girl?" he asked a few seconds later.

"No," replied Shannon, "but I'd love to when it's warm enough! How about you?!"

"I go nude outside all the time. Just me and a joint. Ever since I've lived here, I've always wanted to find a special young lady to share that with, and now I have you."

"That's so sweet, and I can hardly wait to share that with you!" Shannon said, blushing.

"Then let's share it together now, baby girl."

"We'll I'd love to, of course, but it's only about 50 degrees outside!"

"I'll keep you warm, baby girl."

Shannon paused for a few seconds in conflict, wanting to do this with him but fearing that the coldness would be uncomfortable for her. But in the end, she wanted so much to impress him that she would do almost anything he asked her. "Okay!" she finally said, smiling but nervous.

Butch then went over to a drawer while Shannon stayed in place and saw him from rear view for the first time, noticing that he was very heavily tattooed there as well, all over. Butch then walked back toward Shannon, holding a joint and lighter in his left hand. He put his right hand on Shannon's left shoulder and walked her through the door from the kitchen to the backyard as she put her left hand on his left hip.

They walked past the back porch onto the grass and stopped about 50 feet from the house. Butch then placed the joint between Shannon's lips and lit it. She inhaled and as the THC went to work on her brain, her horniness went up even far higher than it already was. By increasing her sense of touch and causing her to focus more intensely on her passions, weed had always made her horny, and doing it with Butch while both were nude outdoors made her the most horny she'd ever been. That made her lose awareness of how chilly she was.

"Oh shit, you have a good connection!" she said as she handed him the joint. "This is as good as the shit Gina Marie and Beth grow!"

"I'll have to try some of theirs, too," he said.

After each had inhaled the weed a few times, Butch embraced Shannon tightly from behind. She instantly felt that his hard on was back and sandwiched between his abdomen and her ass. In response, she started rubbing her ass back and forth, grinding it on his cock, while she raised her right foot and rubbed her sole up and down his legs.

As soon as the joint was done a few minutes later, Butch dropped the lighter onto the ground and began rubbing Shannon's clit with his right middle finger. She instantly felt immense pleasure and started moaning lightly. Despite the dozens of sex stories she'd heard from Sheila and Gina Marie, Shannon had never masturbated and didn't realize how sensitive she was there.

Based on her moaning and motions, Butch gripped Shannon even more tightly with his left arm and in response, she grinded her cunt on his hand. Gradually, the speed of both lovers increased, and Shannon's heart raced just like it did in the back of Butch's tattoo shop three days earlier.

Shannon soon started to lose control of her body and felt an awesome sensation she'd never experienced. She sensed that she was just seconds away from her first orgasm.

Suddenly, it hit. Her whole body was filled with total euphoria. She began screaming loudly and shanking violently. Her knees gave out, but Butch held her in place and kept working her clit. Finally, after coming for over a minute, she begged "Please stop! I can't take anymore!"

Butch then had a big surprise for Shannon. Having loved her holding his cock while he pissed back at the tattoo shop, he came up with an idea that he thought was even hotter. On this day, he hadn't pissed in about eight hours and had a big load saved up for her.

Without warning, and with his cock still squeezed between his abdomen and her ass, he suddenly unloaded his bladder. The kinkiness of the act and the heat of the piss got her even more turned on. And she quickly responded with kinkiness of her own.

She turned around, dropped to her knees, and grabbed his cock with her left hand. She then adjusted both his cock and her head so that he pissed all over her face and hair. To top it off, she ran the fingers of her right hand through her hair, treating the piss as if it were styling gel.

When Butch finished, Shannon remained on her knees and the two lovers stared into each other's eyes without expression. After a few seconds, Butch spoke. "I didn't know my baby girl was so kinky."

Shannon then stood, placed her hands on his shoulders, and threw up both of her legs, wrapping them around Butch's waist. As he held her in place, she said. "I've been thinking about this. I still want to be your baby girl, but that's not enough for me. I want to be something else for you, too."

"What's that?" he asked in stone cold seriousness.

"Your whore," she responded in the same tone. Those words sent a rush into his cock and gave him an even greater sense of sexual aggressiveness. Then, a few seconds later, Shannon added "Fuck me, Butch."

Those words drove him over the edge. He instantly carried her into the house through the kitchen door and into his room. There he dropped her on his bed and jumped on top of her, prompting her to spread her legs and and squeeze them around his upper body. Then, as she braced herself for the expected pain, he wrapped his right arm around her, grabbed his cock with his left hand, placed the head between her cunt lips, slowly moved it up until he felt her cherry, then popped it with one strong push.

Shannon winced and cried softly, but the pain wasn't unbearable and was much more than worth it to her. She wanted Butch to fuck slowly and gently, this being her first time, but he was way too fired up. He fucked her aggressively at moderate speed, cupping his hands around her shoulders, pulling out everything but the head, driving himself in as far as he could go, pausing for a second or two, and then repeating the process.

Butch's cock had been inside over 100 cunts over the previous 32 years, but none as tight as this one, and none belonged to a woman who he felt so strongly about. For the first time, he deeply cared about a woman he was having sex with. For the first time, he wasn't content to dump her and move on after coming.

Shannon, not having a strong idea what she was doing, simply lay there and enjoyed letting Butch do anything he wanted to her. She wished she'd also taken a lesson on fucking from Gina Marie and decided to ask her for one after getting back home.

But just as Butch was very understanding of Shannon's lack of blow job experience, he was equally understanding of her lack of fucking experience. He was in this relationship for the long haul and looked forward to giving her the experience she craved.

Both Butch and Shannon wanted to have a very long fuck, and many times over the years they would, but this time his adrenaline level was way too high. 

Finally, after about five minutes, Butch closed his eyes tightly and began gasping as his body was completely filled with orgasmic pleasure. He gave Shannon's virgin cunt it's first load of come. She loved both the warmth of the come and the way it felt as it flowed into her.

As soon as it was over, each tightened his/her grip on the other and Shannon started softly crying again - this time not from the pain of her cherry being popped, but rather out of happiness. After craving but never experiencing romance for all those years, and being rejected by most of her peers, she was overwhelmed to have just given her virginity to the man of her dreams.

Noticing her crying, Butch asked softly "Are you okay, baby girl?"

"Yes," she responded very emotionally and reassuringly. "I'm just overwhelmed. That was the ultimate closeness."

"It sure was, baby girl."

"I love you so much, Butch."

"I love you, too, baby girl."

Those were the last words either of them spoke the rest of the night. Because they were both cotton mouthed from smoking the weed, they were unable to kiss, but their cuddling was enough for now. As their adrenaline wore off, they fell asleep in just a few minutes, still in the same position.

Shannon loved the sex, but the foreplay, afterplay, emotional closeness, and security that Butch provided were equally important to her. She was finally where she wanted to be in life and was going to do everything in her power to keep it that way.

TO BE CONTINUED



Native American Nympho Stoner Ch. 05



CONTINUED FROM CHAPTER 4

Shannon woke up the next morning lying on her back while Butch was lying to her left, on his front, still in a deep sleep. Physically, she felt dirty, with dried up piss on much of her body, especially her face and hair, and dried up blood on her thighs. She also very much smelled like Butch's come, which had been resting in her cunt for several hours.

But all of those factors made her feel sexy and kinky. And she felt on top of the world. Losing her virginity had been even more exciting and much more emotional than she expected. And spending the rest of the night in bed with Butch, while both were completely nude, was the icing on the cake.

While waiting for him to wake up, she closely explored his dozens of tattoos for the first time. They mostly ran together, thus making them hard to distinguish from each other without looking long and closely.

She gradually noticed that his tattoos were very diverse. They included symbols from his Los Angeles gang in particular and the motorcycle lifestyle in general, as well as depictions of the topography of Southern California, Mexico, and Montana. She also noticed a nude woman and a marijuana plant.

Shannon explored Butch with fascination and awe for over an hour and estimated that his body was 85% tattooed. Finally, she spread his ass cheeks apart and noticed that even his crack was tattooed. She smiled, kissed each ass cheek once, then embraced his thighs and rested her face on his ass.

She remained in that position until Butch woke up and rolled onto his right side over an hour later.

"Good morning, baby girl," he said, sounding tired but happy.

Shannon smiled big and instantly embraced him, which he reciprocated. She responded "Good morning!" and the two kissed.

"How'd you sleep?" Butch asked.

"Great! How about you?!" Shannon responded.

"Good."

"You must've been tired! I've been up for a couple of hours!"

"Weed makes me crash hard. That's why I usually only do it on weekends now."

"Well I'm gonna keep doing it every day as long as I can get away with it!"

"You should, baby girl!"

"And I hope we'll have lots of stoned sex!"

"We will, baby girl!"

At that, Shannon smiled and the two had a slow, open mouthed kiss. That led to Butch rolling on top of Shannon and her feeling that he was hard again. She wrapped her legs around him, resting each foot on his back while she dug her fingernails into his back.

"Ooh yeah, that feels good, baby girl," he said sensually, then returned to kissing her and grabbed her entire left breast with his right hand, slowly but aggressively. As he did that, her kissing, back scratching, and squeezing him with her thighs got more aggressive as well.

Feeling pre-come start to ooze out of his cock, Butch slid his left hand down to Shannon's cunt and felt that it was wet. Then he decided that it was time to reciprocate the two blow jobs she'd already given him. He began slowly sliding his face down to her cunt. Instantly, Shannon correctly anticipated that she was about to receive oral sex for the first time and let out a huge gasp.

Butch wrapped his arms around her thighs, closed his eyes, opened his mouth wide, took in Shannon's entire cunt, and slowly slithered his tongue all over her clit - all with the utmost professionalism.

Shannon instantly screamed at the top of her lungs. This was the most intense physical pleasure she'd ever experienced. She threw her head back on the pillow, closed her eyes as tightly as possible, and let her mouth hang open while her body lay flat.

Her first orgasm hit in a couple of minutes. It was pleasant but mellow. Feeling her start to shake a little, Butch began to increase his speed from slow to moderate. Shannon's body started to tighten while her screaming continued.

A couple of minutes later, she began a string of several orgasms, each one a little longer and a little more violent than the one before. Her body shook a little more each time, but Butch held her in place.

Soon, a thick coat of sweat had built up between her back and the sheet. She lost awareness of her surroundings and was focused on nothing but satisfying her insatiable sexual appetite, which had built up for years like a volcano and was finally starting to erupt.

Butch then accelerated his tongue to maximum speed. Shannon's body was now very stiff and she began to feel like her entire body was melting. She felt an orgasm build up like she'd never felt before; as if Butch had been pouring a sexual liquid into her body that had now completely filled her and was about to all burst out at once.

Suddenly, she exploded and had the best orgasm she had ever experienced. She was totally consumed with pleasure and her upper body was involuntarily thrust into a sitting up position, while she still kept her eyes shut. Her screaming was still as loud as ever and now sounded desperate as well; as if she was willing to give anything to reach and stay in a maximum state of ecstasy. As sweat dripped off her forehead and come oozed out of her cunt, she took as deep a breath as possible, released a violent scream until her lungs were empty, and kept repeating the process.

Finally, she couldn't take anymore. She nudged him on the head and he responded by placing his right hand under her left ass cheek and pushing upward. She took the cue and immediately rolled over onto all fours to receive her first doggy style fuck. Butch quickly slid his cock inside her and pounded her hard and fast while he cupped his hands tightly on her hips.

He quickly showed Shannon that he was as professional at fucking as he was at giving oral sex. He hit Shannon's G spot with every thrust in and out, making her realize that she could come from penetration as easily as from clitoral stimulation.

A lot of women would probably have been exhausted by this point, but Shannon's youth and athletic conditioning allowed her to endure. Her ultra-tight 18-year old cunt was a perfect match for his extremely experienced 45-year old cock. And Butch had always done his best fucking in doggy style. That position brought him the most pleasure and made it the easiest for him to hit the woman's G spot.

Shannon had several more orgasms, but her screaming gradually faded. Her pleasure remained very high, but her voice had worn down.

Butch planned to hold his come longer, but the extra cunt tightness from Shannon's increasing contractions drove him over the edge. He shot her a load that wasn't quite as big as either that he sent her the night before, but his orgasm was even better, filling him with euphoria similar to what she'd been experiencing for much of the previous hour. He gasped loudly until his orgasm faded out.

After coming, he stayed inside of her for a few minutes and the only noise in the room was the heavy breathing of the two new lovers. They had known each other for only four days, but it felt to both of them like it had been forever.

Butch then pulled out of Shannon, gently lay her down on her front, lay on top of her, and kissed her right cheek. As their breathing and pulses slowly returned to normal and their sweat soaked bodies clung together, they quickly fell asleep. Butch was now the most in love and lust he'd ever been while Shannon felt the most secure she'd ever felt.

TO BE CONTINUED



Native American Nympho Stoner Ch. 06



CONTINUED FROM CHAPTER 5

Saturday, October 17, 1981. A mere 33 days had passed since Shannon left Michigan to return to her beloved Montana, and she was overwhelmed by the life she'd found.

She spent every weekend with Butch, who she was already convinced was the man of her dreams. Every weekend, the new couple shared several hours of sex, often while massively stoned. Butch's vast experience, dating back nearly 1/3 of a century, was a perfect match for Shannon's inexperience. The result was that her sexual skills improved very quickly and dramatically.

Shannon had known ever since puberty that she would love sex, but had no idea that sex would consume her so completely. She loved it so much, and had such an insatiable sex drive, that she had a very hard time during the Sunday through Friday every week that she was apart from Butch.

In addition to the sex, Shannon and Butch enjoyed other activities, such as smoking weed, motorcycle rides, hiking, and long conversation. And much to Shannon's pleasant surprise, Butch gradually revealed more sensitivity and romanticism to her.

Finally, to top it off, Butch gave Shannon at least one new tattoo every weekend, most of which were inspired by her love for nature. So far she had:

*The aforementioned Native American tapestry on her upper/outer right arm.

*A running horse from her shoulders to her lower back.

*A sunburst on her left hip.

*A marijuana plant covering much of the front of her right thigh.

*Two pairs of dolphins on her right hip.

Shannon hoped that Butch would soon invite her to move in with him, but in the meantime, it was a great consolation for her to spend the other five days every week with her best friend, Gina Marie. Hanging out and smoking weed together every day, and sleeping together every night, the two had become even much closer than ever before. In fact, Gina Marie now felt almost as close to Shannon as to Beth.

On this morning, Shannon was being spooned by Butch as they lay on their right sides. Shannon loved being spooned, as it made her feel very secure, which was especially important to her, having lacked security for most of her life.

The night before, the two had smoked weed for several hours while fucking three times and going down on each other once, until finally passing out.

Shannon now felt that Butch once again had a hard on, which rested between her ass cheeks like a hot dog between a bun. That got her very turned on and she responded by slowly grinding her ass back and forth on his cock. Her wetness from the night before still hadn't gone away and she was ready for him to slide right in.

And that's exactly what she expected to happen when he put his hands on her hips and rolled her onto all fours. But then she was in for a very unpleasant surprise. She felt the head of his cock press against her asshole.

Shannon had never experienced any anal penetration, nor did she want to, fearing that it would hurt very badly. She instantly jerked away and lay on the bed.

Butch paused for a couple of seconds, then slowly grabbed the letter she sent him, which was on the headboard behind his bed. He placed the letter in front of her face and, pointing to a particular spot, said "Read this sentence."

Shannon looked at it and got very nervous, correctly sensing that he was going to use that sentence to demand anal sex from her. She paused for a few seconds in a failed attempt to regain her composure, then went ahead and spoke anyway, fearing that if she didn't, he would become even more angry.

With a voice shaken with fear, she slowly read "But I like you so much that even after I'm done getting tattoos, I'll still be happy to give you all the blow jobs you want, and any other kind of sex, too."

Butch then lay on top of her, grabbed her hair with his left hand and slowly growled in her right ear "You do not fucking break a promise to me, baby girl. Do you fucking understand me?"

"Yes," Shannon said, crying.

Still in the same position, Butch commanded her "Get your ass up in the air."

She slowly obeyed him and as soon as she was in position, he went to work. He once again placed the head of his cock on her asshole. She feared that getting fucked up the ass would hurt very badly, but she was deeply in love with him and also feared that he'd break up with her if she didn't give him exactly what he wanted sexually. So she decided to let him have his way.

From there, Butch placed his left hand on Shannon's left hip and wrapped his right arm around her thighs, then shoved himself all the way inside her and started fucking hard and fast. She was extremely tight, but because Butch had fucked so many female asses, he knew exactly how to get himself in quickly and completely.

Shannon was suffering worst physical pain she'd ever felt. It was on the verge of unbearable. Tears were streaming down her face and she barely held back the screams of agony she felt like letting out.

Even as much as Butch loved Shannon, he was so extremely excited, he was oblivious to Shannon's pain. He was now an uncaring beast who was obsessed with nothing but his pleasure. But Shannon also found herself enjoying his domination even more than she had in their previous encounters.

Butch was feeding his pleasure extremely well. Shannon's ass was the tightest hole Butch's cock had ever been inside, which he loved.

As he was gasping loudly in pleasure, Shannon grabbed a joint and lighter off the headboard. She lit the joint and smoked while playing with her clit, both attempts to bring herself pleasure to take her mind off the pain. She also hoped that Butch would just hurry up and come. And fortunately for her, he did.

Though he usually held his come for over 10 minutes, this time his excitement and Shannon's tightness were too much for him. In only about three minutes, he shot his load inside her as he gasped at the top of his lungs and had one of his best orgasms ever, filling him with extreme euphoria.

By the time Butch's orgasm faded out, Shannon still hasn't managed to come, though rubbing her clit and smoking the weed had brought her a lot of pleasure and kept her from dwelling on the pain.

Relieved that the ass pounding was over, Shannon stopped the clit rubbing but kept smoking the joint as she felt his cock soften inside her. She waited for over a minute without him saying a word and then was in for another surprise.

Butch, who hadn't pissed since the night before, unloaded his bladder and spent about 40 seconds shooting a hot stream of his piss deep into her bowels. The warmth felt awesome to her and she loved feeling the kinkiest she'd ever felt.

Finally, when Butch was done pissing, he pulled out and let go of her. She collapsed on her front and he lay on top of her.

TO BE CONTINUED



Native American Nympho Stoner Ch. 07



CONTINUED FROM CHAPTER 6

Shannon took a few deep breaths as she tried to calm down from her first negative sexual experience. She could tell that Butch loved it, and that bothered her. as she correctly feared that he would want to fuck her up the ass regularly.

She spent the next few minutes finishing her joint, which partly took her mind off of the pain that still lingered from Butch having forced his massive hard on inside her small, puckered, virgin asshole.

By the time she finished the joint, she was physically relaxed but emotionally shaken, as she feared losing Butch. Wanting to know how he felt, and hoping for reassurance, she spoke to him very gently as he still lay on top of her.

"Butch?" she asked.

"What is it, baby girl?" he asked.

"I'm sorry that I tried to stop you from fucking me up the ass. I was just afraid of the pain. But I love you so much, if it brings you pleasure, I'm willing to let you do that to me. I've waited my whole life to find a man like you and I'll do anything not to lose you."

"As long as you give me any kind of sex I want, anytime I want, you'll never lose me, baby girl."

"I promise I'll give you that."

He followed that with a few kisses to the back of her neck and the sides of her face and neck. That, combined the words he'd just spoken, made her feel very secure about their relationship.

Butch fell asleep within a couple of minutes and Shannon then grabbed another joint and smoked it, hoping that it would further ease her pain. As Butch lay on top of her, she smoked very aggressively for over two hours straight, then passed out hard.

Late that evening, Butch finally woke up, very groggy from passively smoking so much of Shannon's weed while he slept.

Seeing that she was passed out, he realized that it was a great opportunity. He fucked her up the ass four times over the next five hours while slowly smoking two joints - little enough to avoid passing out but enough to increase his sense of touch and therefore increase his pleasure from the sex. And he was glad that in the process, he was stretching out Shannon's asshole while she was passed out and not aware of the pain. Upon coming for the fourth time of the binge, his 45-year old cock had reached its limit for the day.

He smoked another joint while gazing at his 18-year girlfriend. Before he fell in love with her, he thought that no woman would want a monogamous relationship with him; that he would have to spend his whole life settling for sleazy women he picked up at such places as bars and biker rallies.

He was amazed that a stunningly beautiful, super intelligent, 18-year old woman was so crazy about him in every way, and he was determined that he was going to make the relationship work.

Butch finished the joint at 2 AM and fell asleep almost immediately afterward. Shannon woke up about 6 AM and her ass felt very sore. She could tell that Butch was in a very deep sleep and probably wouldn't wake up for several hours, so she smoked another joint and lay back down, this time using his ass as her pillow.

Shannon woke up about 3 PM. They were both still in the same position and Butch was still out cold. She passed the time waiting for him to wake up by looking through a photo album of hundreds of the tattoos that Butch had applied over the years.

He woke up about an hour later and the rest of the day was very subdued for both of them, as they were exhausted from the intense sex and weed smoking. The two lovers had a quiet dinner, then sat on the couch and had an easygoing conversation while cuddling.

Finally, about 10 PM, they got dressed and Butch drove Shannon to Beth's and Gina Marie's house. On the drive, they held hands almost the whole way but barely said a word. Still, they immensely looked forward to seeing each other again in just five days, when they figured they'd have all their energy back.

At 11:15, Beth was lying nude in bed, asleep. She suddenly woke up from knocking on her daughter's window. Beth immediately turned on the lamp by her bed, put on a long T shirt, opened the front door, and looked over toward Shannon, who directed her attention toward the door as soon as she heard it open.

"Come on in!" Beth said.

"Hey girl!" Shannon said as she approached Beth.

"How was your weekend?" Beth asked as the two began an embrace that lasted until they headed inside. Shannon said nothing but gave an exhausted grin. Noticing both the smile and the look of fatigue, Beth inquired further. "Hey, girl, you look like you had a rough weekend."

"I did," Shannon replied with a slight hint of a smile but sounding groggy.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

"You look like you want to talk about something."

"I do."

"Well come on in, honey."

At that, they let go of each other and went inside and stood facing each other in the living room.

"Is Gina Marie up?" Shannon asked.

"No," Beth replied, "she got stoned out of her fucking mind and passed out a few hours ago!"

"Just like me yesterday!"

"That's what I figured when I saw how tired you looked!"

"Speaking of being tired, is it okay if we go lie down?"

"Of course! I have to be at work in the morning anyway, so I need some rest, too!

Beth then walked Shannon back to Beth's room. As they arrived, Shannon asked "Is it okay if I borrow a T shirt to sleep in?"

"Of course," Beth replied and grabbed one out of her closet, while Shannon stripped and lay her clothes on the floor. Before handing the shirt to Shannon, however, Beth's eyes rolled around at Shannon's nude body, searching for a new tattoo, since she had gotten one every weekend since meeting Butch. "Okay, where is it?!" Beth asked.

"I didn't get one this weekend," Shannon replied.

"You didn't?! Why not?"

"It's a long story."

"I hope everything's okay with you and Butch."

"It is. Let's lie down and I'll tell you the whole story."

"Sounds good." At that, the two got in bed together for the first time, Beth turned off the lamp, and Shannon immediately began her story without prompting.

"He was going to give me one yesterday, but before we got out of bed, he forced me to let him fuck me up the ass and it hurt so bad, the only thing I did the rest of the day was smoke weed until I passed out. And then today, we were both way too exhausted from yesterday."

"Did he use any lubrication on you?"

"No."

"Poor girl. I understand totally. I remember how bad it hurt the first time I got fucked up the ass. He didn't use any lubrication on me either."

"How old were you?"

"19."

"Did you ever do it again?"

"Oh yeah. I've taken it up the ass hundreds of times now."

"How do you like it now?"

"Well, the most important thing is that it doesn't hurt anymore. It hasn't for many years. I still would much rather get fucked up the cunt, but most guys love to fuck girls up the ass, and it's easier to get them interested in you if you'll let them do it."

"How long did it take you until it didn't hurt anymore?"

"Well," Beth said, then paused for several seconds as she turned on the light, reached below the bed, pulled out her box of sex toys, took out five butt plugs, and displayed them to Shannon. "Right after my first time, I bought these. I started off keeping the smallest one inside my ass all the time, then after a couple of week I moved up to the next biggest one, and after a couple of months I could take the biggest one without any problem. After that, I've never had a cock that I had any trouble taking in at all, even without lubrication. I bet I could even take a door knob up my ass by now!"

"Wow, that's great! Butch totally got off fucking me up the ass, so I want to give it to him as much as he wants, but I don't want it to hurt, either.

"Well then here, girl," Beth said, holding out the butt plugs toward Shannon. "Start stretching out that little rosebud right now!"

"Wow, thanks!" Shannon said as she took the butt plugs, got down on all fours, and shoved the smallest butt plug all the way inside her ass. She then set the other four butt plugs on top of her clothes and got back into bed as Beth turned the lamp off again.

TO BE CONTINUED