****** Big Bear and White Dove by LouisHoney ******
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Big Bear and White Dove (AKA Winter in the Mountains)


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She ran as fast as she could through the forest and past the pines steepled
atop the golden hills of grass. She was in a panic; her footsteps were being
dogged by a band of Chippawau looking to make her their slave. She had been
picking berries on the side of Thunder mountain and they had jumped out of the
forest and ran after her across the meadow. She had no place to run except into
the field and down the mountain.

Like a frightened fawn, she ran along a stream and saw some stones she could
use to get across. The stream was narrow and deep. It ran swiftly. Her heart
was beating a mad tattoo in her chest and the rocks were slippery as she went
across them. She screamed and ran harder when a glance revealed a brave
crossing the same stream just yards behind her.

A "twang" was heard. She thought they were shooting arrows at her. She ducked
as she re-entered the thicker forest at the base of the mountain. She started a
jagged course down the forest gully even though another glance showed no
pursuers. She did not want to present herself as a good target. She stopped
behind a large pine tree and let her beating heart and burning lungs have a
brief rest. Her hand rested on the knife at her belt. They'd not take her
without a hell of a fight.

As she rested, she looked up at where two pines crossed each other on their way
up to the sky. Where the trunks crossed was a thick clump of branches. Enough
to hide in if she could get high enough without being seen. A quick look back
at no one pursuing her convinced her to chance it. She leaped at the small
trunk, her slight body barely made it move at all. She started carefully
climbing to that juncture and trying not to make herself visible.

She remained tightly clutching the slender branches of two small saplings but
totally concealed from the ground due to the leaves surrounding her. She
couldn't see out, and they couldn't see her. As she hung there, she remembered
the last three days vividly and vowed they'd not take her alive. She had been
walking from her village to the stream when these husky Braves had grabbed her
and gagged her and carried her all the way across the mountain in a three-day
march that had exhausted her.

She was tired because instead of making her walk, they tied her hands and feet
to a pole that two of them shouldered. These braves were strong and horny too.
As they carried her, her deerskin dress dropped lower on her upturned legs and
her ass and hairy pussy were revealed shamelessly to the world and the
following brave. As a result, the brave behind her was her first lover. Once
they crested the mountain and began to descend to the other side, he called a
halt in a language she could not understand.

The lead brave on the pole through which her wrists and feet were hung walked
over to a convenient sapling and rested the front of the pole in a fork in the
tree at about shoulder height. The brave in the rear them advanced the pole
along his shoulder until she could feel his bulging groin against her naked
ass.
She had hung like this all day as the four braves had taken turns carrying her
and she was just too exhausted from the constant weight on her arms and legs to
fight them.

She felt him loosen his buckskins and remove the codpiece and begin to rub the
head of his large dick into her tightly clenched cunt. With her legs straight
up, she didn't know if he would succeed in getting his big dick into her virgin
snatch or not. She was just too tired to care at that point. The rear brave now
lubricated his prick head with his own spit and the large head began pushing
it's way up inside of her never used cunt opening, widening it as he slowly
wormed the head firmly into the entrance.

She wanted to struggle and scream, but she was just too exhausted and he pushed
further into her and met the resistance of her maidenhead. Shocked that she was
still a virgin, he stopped and held still for just a minute. Then the thought
of busting this virgin's cherry spurred him on and with one great shove he
burst through her hymen and surged all the way into her cunt. She felt herself
tear, and although it burned intensely, she was barely conscious and felt
little else. The rear brave, unbeknownst to her just fucked more deeply into
her for a few minutes and dumped his cum into her cunt. When he was done, her
virginal blood on the soft prick he withdrew from her full cunt was mute
testimony to the other three braves of the deed he had done.

Since she had passed out, they marched on down hill and came to a stream and
dipped her into it. She came to with a rush as cold mountain water washed the
drying blood from her groin and awakened her from her near trance sleep. They
camped by the side of the stream for the night. They staked her arms and legs
out on the soft mossy bank of the stream and after they had caught and cooked
some fish and shared some of it with her, she was beginning to feel much
better. The sensations had returned to fingers and toes and she could breathe
without a struggle in this position.

She lay there with her dress rucked above her hips with wrists and ankles
tightly tied to three inch logs they had driven into the ground. There was very
little slack in her bonds. After she had been fed and allowed to piss and shit
and re-staked, they took turns churning in her freshly opened channel until all
four braves fell asleep around her during the small hours of the morning. She
had just fallen asleep herself, it seemed when they awoke and started at her
again. She was feeling much better in her cunt this morning; not quite as sore
from all the fucking the night before. She attributed it to all the cum stuffed
up inside her. She had heard that it had a powerful restorative affect on
whatever part of the body it touched.

She even began to enjoy some of the gentler motions they were making in her
cunt. They were apparently enjoying it also, as they did not let up fucking her
until the sun was high overhead and they were all limp pricked from fucking
her. She had cum twice as she had been fucked this morning and had cried out
with surprise and pleasure as the feelings going on in her body overcame her
natural Indian obsession to remain quiet at all times. She thought she could
get used to this kind of activity. She was impressed at the number of times
each one could dump another load of sperm into her. She had heard that about
once a day was all most men could do it.

They resumed their journey with her strung on the pole again. They kept her
skirt tucked high on her waist. Her ass and cunt were dripping with their spent
cum. Every hour or so, the brave behind her would say something. The front
brave would stop and the rear brave would move up to her hanging pussy between
her legs.

He'd then fuck her helpless cunt hole while supporting her weight and the pole
on his shoulder. Then, he'd move to the front and the brave in front would take
his place and do the same. Then the other two braves would take their place and
do it again. Needless to say, although she was hung most of the day from the
pole, they did not travel far in a day's time. These were horny braves!

Sometimes, they would both turn facing her, and a knife would be held
threateningly at her nipple so she wouldn't bite as they used her mouth and
throat to dump a load into her at each end. She found these events to be a
welcome break to the monotonous jogging along endless trails going she knew not
where. She even managed to get stronger at hanging and found she could cum a
time or two if she squeezed her cunt muscles around their moving pricks.

On the second night, they staked her out face up and naked from the waist down.
They used her as they saw fit, and it was frequently. Her cunt and mouth were
running with their creamy sperm. She even orgasmed a few times and got used to
the brutal way they fucked her. She was ashamed to admit it, but she began
looking forward to the nights the most as she got screwed several times and was
able to fall asleep between times and get some true rest.

The third night, they tied her face down in the dirt and she felt something
slick being put around her ass hole and between her buns. Then each brave took
his turn sawing in and out of her asshole for the rest of the evening. At
first, they took turns, one right after the other, until they were all
exhausted. They returned to her ass hole throughout the night and into the next
morning before they once again trussed her up in the hanging from the pole
position and moved on. This time, as they stopped frequently to violate her,
she wasn't sure which hole they would take until she felt their hard dicks
sliding into one or the other. She actually got where she enjoyed the ass
fucking almost as much as she did the cunt fucking.

Finally, when they stopped for another fuck early the next morning, while she
was still freshly rested, one of the bindings on her wrists slipped loose. She
quietly held on to the pole as the brave finished his sawing motion and the
other braves looked away seemingly embarrassed to be seen watching. The brave
fucking her finally came and was dumping the last of his load when she managed
to untie her hands quickly, grab his knife from his belt, slash at her ankle
bonds while he was still weak in the knees and cumming inside her.

She dropped abruptly to the ground and turned long enough to threaten all four
of them with the knife in her hands and slipped off into the woods. It had been
a hide and seek chase for the last day. The braves confidently chased her like
a frightened rabbit not really wanting to catch her, but not quite letting her
go.
She used all of her woods skills well, but she felt like she would eventually
be caught again if something else didn't happen soon.

Her thoughts were brought abruptly back to the present by movement below. As
she crouched and clung tightly to two thin branches that threatened to bend or
break, even with her little weight, she could see a figure moving in the bushes
a hundred yards to her left and in front of her, further up in the forest.
Another was coming down the trail she had followed and a third was on the right
switching back and forth looking carefully in the underbrush for her. She
silently cursed her sloppy run through the forest that anyone could follow. She
tried to see if she had left any tell tale traces at the bottom of the tree she
had just climbed. She was afraid she had been treed like some animal of the
hunt.

As she held her breath, a Chippawau brave followed her footsteps to her
resting-place.
As he bent over to study the ground where she had rested, a "thwang, thud" was
heard and an arrow sprouted suddenly from his throat, stifling any noise he
might have made. Where did it come from? Who was killing these braves that
wanted to take her and rape her some more and perhaps kill her? She looked
frantically without moving from her perch.

Off in the distance, a faint cry was heard from one of the braves and, a few
minutes later, another "thwang thud" signified another Chippawau dying. Yet
another "thwang, thud" sound came from behind her. After ten more minutes and
nothing further, she began to relax a little so her heart and lungs could truly
rest. She was about twenty feet above ground, and her perch was precarious in
the slender trees. As she relaxed her grip on the branches to which she was
desperately clinging the main one on which she stood broke and she slipped out
of the tree and hit a moss covered bank with a thud. Then everything went dark
for her.


She slowly came to, her head throbbing and her stomach sick, but glad she was
still alive. She tried to sit up, but nausea and head pain convinced her to
remain lying on and under the pile of furs in which she found herself. She
drifted off to sleep again without noticing she had no clothing on her body
under all the furs piled over her.

When she awoke again, she felt much better. The headache was a dull throb, and
she was hungry. She sat up slowly and heard a sound outside the log and leaf
lean-to in which she found herself. A brave, from an unknown tribe by the looks
of his feather markings, came to her with a cup of steaming broth and a
rabbit's leg roasted over the fire, just for her. She didn't speak, but
greedily gobbled the food from this tall stranger. She didn't realize until she
smelled the rich food just how hungry she had become.

As she munched, she looked at the broadest shoulders, the squarest jaw and the
most well
developed muscles in any man she had ever seen. Moccasins and a brief loin
cloth were all that he wore, besides the obligatory weapons, in spite of the
chill fall weather. He looked the picture of health, about her age, and the
look of concern on his face was genuine, she thought.

When she asked him who he was, he answered in a different language that she
could not understand. Knowing that they needed to communicate on some level, he
began the arduous task of learning her language. It would take weeks, but since
he was a person who seldom spoke, he thought they'd get along just fine.

She stayed in that lean-to for a couple of weeks as her body slowly healed and
her double vision began to change into only one. She assumed he had undressed
her, but he never made any advances toward her. He always lay next to her under
the furs, but without touching her sexually in any way. This had her frustrated
no end as she found she was now the horny one who have actually enjoyed all the
sex she could endure for three days and now found it turned off again. She kept
remembering all of the times she had cum while being tied up and fucked
mercilessly. She yearned to orgasm again.

She was impressed with his warrior skills as she counted coup in the four
scalps and the pile of weapons from the four braves he had killed to save her.
But she wanted more form the brave and was too shy to admit it to herself and
had no way to communicate it to him verbally.

When she had recovered enough to walk a few miles a day by herself, she decided
to try to take him to her village and introduce him to her family, over the top
of Thunder Mountain, before the winter snows closed the pass. She was
enthralled with this handsome, silent giant and she wanted him to stay among
her people so she, Chief Elkthunder's first daughter could get to know him
better and perhaps encourage him to become more interested in her.

One of the first things she asked him was his name. His reply was meaningless
to her in
his language, but later, it translated as "Big Bear." She told him her name was
White Dove.

When she felt good enough to travel, they started out for the top of Thunder
Mountain, despite his reluctance to try it. After climbing only a few miles
through heavy pine forest, a cold wind began whipping around and the nearly
naked Big Bear began to shiver and turn blue. He told her he had never felt
such cold. He came from a land far to the south where the weather was always
hot or mild. They paused for a half day while she fashioned some of the furs he
was carrying into a sort of breeches and a cloak for them to both shelter under
when the wind blew its coldest. This necessitated that they stay very close
together as there was only enough fur to make one large one.

That night, the snow started falling and by morning a heavy blanket lay on the
ground. The pass would be closed now until spring. She reluctantly led him back
to the lean-to in the lower woods. It took two nights of sleeping wrapped
around each other under the furs he carried to get them back to the lean-to.
When they arrived, she had to demonstrate how to build a tee pee from lodge
pole pines to him. He said his tribe did not have trees that grew this straight
or tall. His people lived in adobe houses.

She sewed as much of the furs as she could around the poles and made a small
teepee that would hold just them and a fire for warmth. It was nothing as grand
as her people usually made, but she hoped it would keep them from the worst of
the winter cold for the next four or five months. She did not mind the idea of
this brave living this close to her. She was comforted by his silent presence.

As the snow fell heavier that day and the cold wind blew harder against the
mountain, Big
Bear and White Dove curled up under as many furs and branches as they could and
only a strong arm slipped out every now and then to tend the burning fire that
kept them warm. Big Bear had sacrificed his new fur leggings for the tee pee
walls, and he was definitely not dressed for winter.

Nevertheless, when it wasn't snowing or blowing at maximum he went out hunting
as often as he could. He always came back with more food for them. She was kept
busy gathering firewood to keep nearby and pushing the deepening snow back from
the opening to their small tee pee. Whenever he returned, he was almost blue
and his teeth were chattering. She was skinning the rabbits he killed and
making him some more leggings, but it took a lot of rabbits to cover those
massive legs.

One day, he came to the tee pee dragging the front part of a grizzly bear he
had killed not too far from their camp. Together they hurriedly skinned it and
buried most of the usable meat in the snow, away from their tee pee. They went
back out and brought in the other half the next day. Then, they made a fine
dinner that night and both fell asleep in the warmth of their communal bed
shortly afterward.

Sometime after the moon was high, White Dove felt Big Bear stirring behind her.
He began stroking her back and neck very gently and slowly moved around to her
small, girlish titties on her bare chest. They had agreed to follow the custom
of her people and leave their clothing off while under the furs. This gave the
clothes a chance to dry and did not bring moisture into bed to freeze. It also
gave her the chance to turn provocatively and push back against the heavy prick
and balls she saw he had hanging between his legs with her ass, tempting him to
have sex with her. She was so horny now, after being without for these many
weeks that she was resolved to stake him down and fuck him if he didn't get the
message soon and fuck her.

Then White Dove felt Big Bear shift his weight toward her back and his hard
manhood slipped between the juncture of her legs. It felt so warm and so hard
and so BIG! White Dove thrilled at its touch and was anxious for him to give
her more. She pushed back against him and felt the head slide into the slippery
opening of her fuck channel and begin a long slow ride to the bottom of her
cunt. She pushed back against him and captured his prick by clamping down on
his prick with her ass cheeks and cunt muscles at the bottom of the stroke and
just savored the feel of his manly hardness deep in her guts.

She squeezed her muscles and gripped his prick several more times before she
felt him slowly pull back out until his prick was just barely laying in the
entrance of her cunt. She began to cum as he slid down into her depths a little
faster than the first time and he jerked back out and down again to hold deep
into her cunt as he dumped what felt like a gallon of man juice into her
quivering quim. They both drifted off to sleep, contented and still connected.

The next night, Big Bear made no pretense about wanting sex. He got under the
furs with her, naked and she opened her arms willingly to him as he reached for
her legs and brought them around to his face so that she was lying on her side
facing his groin. He then began to nibble and lick her from her navel to her
cunthole. She began feeling very wet in her pussy and the lips of her cunt
engorged, reddened and cunt drool began slipping down her lower leg. A moan
escaped her and another to let Big Bear know that she was enjoying what he was
doing.

A nudge from him, on her head, brought her attention to his bulging cock in
front of her mouth. As it began its slide past her lips, it slipped easily past
her mouth and into her throat. The four braves had taught her to take a prick
deep into her throat and she just assumed it was the natural thing to do. She
was so excited from his licking and chewing on her clitty and cunt lips that
she didn't have any trouble getting the thick man-steak all the way down her
gullet until the hairs at the base of his prick were tickling her nose. Big
Bear had never been deep throated before and he was astounded at the sexy
feelings she was eliciting in her manipulations of his glans.

They were both grunting now and she grabbed his body hard to her to pull as
much of his manhood as deep into her throat as she could. As she reached back
for a better grip on his buns, one of her fingers found itself on top of his
ass hole. As she clutched her hand harder into his body, one of her fingers
slipped down his shit chute. He responded with a loud groan and quickly speared
her asshole with a finger that just seemed like it would go deeper in her ass
forever. The ass goose had her moaning now, as well. It reminded her that the
braves had used her ass hole as well as her mouth and cunt and even that had
begun to feel good after a day or two of constant use. Of course, in her highly
aroused state, practically any stimulus would have done the same for her. She
began to do the same for his ass hole with her finger moving deliberately in
and out.

As she rounded the corner to the home stretch of her orgasm, his chewing on her
pussy lips and the finger in her ass took on a more driving force and frantic
pace. They were both moaning aloud, and when she came, all she could do was
moan louder and try not to spasm with his prick in her mouth. As he came again,
she noticed a few less squirts of cum and a flavor change as if this load
didn't have as much of whatever made it so bitter.

They lay in each other's arms like that for the rest of the night and most of
the day as the firewood was stacked high just outside the tee pee and the
killed bear would provide them with food for many days. They explored each
other's bodies and learned what felt good and what didn't to each other. All
the time they pleasured themselves orally, cuntally, and anally.

One evening, about a moon later, when the snow's blanket had built a wall of
white almost all the way around the tee pee, they lay together. They had just
eaten a bear meat stew she had cooked with some dried herbs and a few tubers
she had gone off into the woods to dig up. He was lying behind her on his side,
spoon fashion, under a stack of furs. He began stroking her tits and making
like he usually did before she went under the covers to suck him to a hard on.
This time, though, he held her back from rotating and she was confused.

Then he rolled her over on her back and began softly kissing his way down her
neck to her tits, her navel, and, finally her clit. He took his time and they
both enjoyed every minute of it. The journey to her cunt took a full ten
minutes, and she was boiling hot by the time he arrived. The sensations she was
getting from this lazy tongue massage were incredible! She loved every minute
of it.

Her pussy was positively sloshing before he ever got to her cunt hole to taste
her. When he did, she came almost at once. She arched her back and let out a
loud moan as she blew off into a never land of orgasm. Then he put two fingers
deep into her cunt and started wiggling them around inside of her, up behind
her pubic bone while he kissed the outer lips, but not her overly sensitive
clitty.

She remained highly aroused and after a few minutes, she started pushing back
at the fingers attempting to impale her cunt. Her pushing back was her
unconscious signal that she wanted more. When he figured that out, he began
stroking his tongue lightly over her clitty.

As she approached her second orgasm in twenty minutes, he put one of his
fingers, slippery with her cunt juice, up inside her ass to give her an extra
thrill. She came HARD! Right then! She arched up off the furs and crashed back
down with his mouth fixed to her clit and his tongue doing a crazy dance over
the top of it. Her whole body was shaking and convulsing with every stroke of
his tongue over her super sensitive clit. The fingers of his hand were moving
in and out of her ass hole and cunt lips.

A second finger went deep into her ass and he left her clit alone for a while
as he wiggled and stroked with those four digits for a few minutes more in and
out of her two holes. Then, once again she began that tell tale pushing against
his hand and he started back onto her clitty with his tongue. Her cunt was very
tight around his big hands, and he could feel her deep inside her ass and cunt.
It got him even more excited to think he had a hot, horny girl with him! She
was all his, alone, in the white winter to break in himself! He just wondered
who was breaking in whom?

When she peaked again, he wiggled the fingers up inside her ass and then her
cunt, alternately, and she went off again. Now he had four fingers up inside
her to the second knuckle and she was sweating and groaning again as he let up
on her clitty and started revolving those fingers back and forth and turning
them all sorts of ways. Just as she was about to have a very big climax, he
suddenly withdrew everything from her body and stood up on his knees (throwing
off the furs) and opened her legs with his big strong hands and slid his extra
large cock into the tight opening of her cunt.

She bucked up at him, trying to get as much of him into her as would go. She
was so turned on that the only thing she wanted was him in her. She grabbed him
by the waist and locked her legs behind his butt to draw him inside of her as
quickly and deeply as possible. His prick slid about half way in he jerked back
and forth a few times to be sure of his angle and then he rammed forward into
her depths. She felt as if he would split her in two as he hit bottom way deep
into her cunt channel and rang bells inside of her that had not been rung
before.

She screamed so loudly that it echoed up and down the mountain. The hot
feelings of orgasm and lust going through her cunt were almost unbearable. He
lay balls deep in her cunt with his pubic bone smashing her clit and his weight
pressing her warmly into the furs of their bed while her cunt spasmed around
his engorged manhood buried deeper inside of her than anything had ever been
before. She was not cold, despite the lack of furs over the top of them both.

Her cunt burned with the fire of her passions as if someone had sliced her with
a knife. However, she was adjusting rather quickly to the feelings of a big
dick widening her cunt passage that deeply and wanted the thrills of it all to
continue. As he relaxed and slid his prick back up and then down again,
pleasure flashes began to replace the burning sensations from his sudden
intrusion so deep into her cunt and she began to feel better, much better! She
could feel the stickiness of her own blood, mingled with her cunt slop getting
the furs wet under her, as he screwed her, like the virginal blood of her first
fuck slung from a pole across two braves' shoulders. There was no pain now.

Her cunt going from full to empty and full and empty again in a rhythmic
pattern had her squirming and moaning to the time of his thrusts into her. Now
all was pleasure and he was picking up the pace and getting her very excited
with longer strokes that hit with jolts and went in as deep as he could reach.
She felt herself perched on the pinnacle of the largest orgasm of her short
life and clung to him like a baby opossum clings to its mother at breast
feeding time.

"Aaaaiiiiieeee!" she screamed again, as she felt like the top of her head was
blowing off. Big Bear rammed her hard to her very depths and she came again
like a firecracker. Several more thrusts and cums were made by Big Bear and
White Dove before they slowed down and finally stopped with his still hard dick
inside her cunt

She liked the feeling of having him inside her and began squeezing her cunt and
legs around him in a rhythmic manner in order to keep him with her always. This
excited him further and, after he had rested, he began those long, slow strokes
into her cunt, and this time, she felt his right hand slide around her ass to
the already widened hole she had back there and poke a finger up into her. The
extra digital stimulus brought her orgasm fever to another pitch and she went
off again. As the spastic convulsions in her cunt squeezed around his prick, it
was too much stimulus for him and he came buckets up inside her cunt.

The next few nights were kept busy exploring this form of deep sexual
penetration so that they both got very good at knowing what felt good and what
didn't. He would typically let her turn around and suck him for only a short
time. It was enough to give them a head of steam and make them anxious for
more. Sometimes, he'd take her from the front on her back, and sometimes, he'd
have her kneel in front of him and fuck her cunt from the back. She never tired
of the wonderful feelings this strong brave was giving her!

One night, when he indicated she was to take him from the kneeling position, he
surprised her by bending down and laving her ass and asshole with his tongue.
He reached down under her and scooped up a large quantity of her pussy juices
and applied it to her ass hole. Then he put two fingers into it and squirmed
them around. She moaned the most depraved moan of her life and told him, by the
way she was pushing back at him, that she wanted more. Something inside had
been waiting and hoping he would do this.

He got up on his knees behind her and pushed his large cock into her pussy. She
groaned as the thick pillar of flesh rubbed against her aroused clit as he sank
all the way in to her pussy. Then, he paused and she felt him flexing his cock
deep within her. This really aroused her and another moan slipped between her
lips.

He quickly withdrew, and before she had time to react, he had lodged his cock
in the loosened opening of her ass hole and began smoothly, oh so
sloooowwwwlllllyyyy shoving his entire cock up her shit chute. The sensations
in her ass were incredibly sexy. She pushed back against him. The tonguing and
loosening had set her afire back there and the entry had been made so adroitly
and smoothly that there had been no pain. It was all thrill and pleasure. It
seemed to take forever for him to slide the entire length of his prick into her
ass. Goose bumps arose along her spine and up and down both arms. She moaned
again, much more loudly!

Then, after pausing at the bottom of his stroke, he began to flex his prick
again and let her feel the entire length of him in her. Then he began to
withdraw slowly from her itchy, widened ass hole. She squirmed and pushed back
not wanting to lose the turgid intruder from her body, but she needn't have
worried. As he approached the opening of her ass hole with the cornal ridge of
his prick still in her, he reversed course and once again began a slow slide
back into her depths. Back and forth he moved with slow, deliberate strokes.

All the while, he had reached around her to diddle her clitty and cunt with a
hand. She felt the most monstrous orgasm of her life approaching just as he
managed to put three fingers into her cunt with his log like prick buried in
her ass and his other hand beating a rhythmic drum on her clit. She was getting
orgasmic feelings from her clit, her cunt and deep inside her ass. She felt
like her body had been thrown up so high that she'd never come down. She yelped
and groaned and, finally passed out with his dick still in her ass.

When she came to, she was laying flat on her stomach with his full weight on
her ass. He was lying on top of her with his dick still stuck in her ass as
hard as a rod of iron. He had waited for her to recover before continuing. He
began to move back and forth in her ass with more speed and motion than he had
before when she had cum so gloriously. The change of pace and the faster
strokes was distracting her from another of those mind bending orgasms.

His thought was to cum quickly and leave this beautiful princess alone to
sleep. Her thoughts were getting hornier and hornier. Finally, she could feel
his cock bulge and twitch and release a torrent of sperm way up high in her
ass. She got a surprise in the orgasm that this triggered in her. She had cum
with him at the time she felt him squirt. Not as big as the last one, but big
enough to make her very sleepy. They both drifted off to sleep with different
thoughts.

Big Bear was dreaming about warm summer days instead of this bitterly cold
country. He was grateful that he had found a woman who could keep him warm and
make him warm clothes. He was doubly glad that she liked him and liked to fuck
as much, apparently, as he did. He was glad that she liked it up her ass,
between her tits and almost anywhere else he wanted to put it. He was dreaming
of other ways to pleasure them both.

White Dove was dreaming of all the different sexy things he and those four
braves had taught her and the thought of doing them again with Big Bear was
thrilling her. She could hardly sleep for the dirty thoughts that occupied her
mind. She was also looking forward to a life with this big brave and all the
children they were going to have. She was glad that the wait until Spring would
be full of good loving from a very skilled lover, a fierce warrior and a good
provider.

She reminded herself that she barely understood his language and she'd have to
teach him her language if she wanted him to fit easily into the tribe when they
crossed the mountain. She was certain that her father would be glad to know
that she had chosen her mate for life. She was sure that they would have a
place to go in her tribe next Spring, but she did not want winter to hurry, as
she was enjoying her winter in the mountains with just Big Bear and White Dove.

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