Tribal Tranny Gang Bangs 50 Men

(I know nothing of Native American culture or history. This is erotic Fiction.)

My name is Nadeen. I was born male but now am something different. I'm 19 now, and I'll tell you about my last year, up to today.

After my 18th year, I sleep with a man. Then another. And another. Several. A dozen. The elders call me in. They ask me if I am being coerced.

No one lies to the elders. I simply reply, "No. I enjoy it. Am I doing something wrong?"

The elders say, No, nothing wrong. And they emphasized that the tribe only wishes that every person become fully themselves. I leave, relieved. Then, I sleep with three new men, along with my regulars.

The women don't mind. Many do not like sex like I do. To them, it's a burden. It takes time they'd rather spend with other women. I never socialized with the women or even the men much before. Growing up, I'd often walk off into the woods. For days. Weeks even. I'd always return to a loving tribe. It was just my way. My parents were murdered by whites. No siblings. I slept in my small tent alone and loved it. I was friendly with the other children but had no friends. I didn't want the burden of friendship.

I was three when two white stragglers murdered my innocent and loving parents. The tribe took ferocious revenge on my behalf. I would not have been that excessively violent. And I hold nothing against whites. Often, in the woods alone, I'd find white children, even white families. And they were always very kind to me. Feeding me. Sometimes I'd even stay with them a day or two.

But I also know to be careful. I can sense, almost smell, bad whites, like the ones that murdered my parents.

So, I was loved by my tribe. Loved by outsiders too. I was very open to all this love. After my 18th year, I physically opened myself up to men. That's how I see it. I have a hole, a butthole. I love sucking them too. But I'm not naive. I know many of the lovers regularly inside me see it differently. So what? Can they fuck? That's the only question. Or can they learn? Learn what I like?

I'm taller than most women. But I'm not as tall as most men. I'm slender, with a nice bubble butt. My skin is soft. I'm not muscled. But I am strong. The elders often comment that had I been male in spirit, in the fullness of time I'd have become an elder.

But I wouldn't welcome being tribal leadership. I'm too selfish. I like people, but I don't love them. If I had to choose, I'd socialize with the women over the men because I see men as the lesser. Their violence makes them weak. We are a warrior tribe. Male-dominated.

In its own way, the past year has been innocent. And truly wonderful. Discovering myself as an adult. I don't think gay or straight. I just know I like cock. I enjoy sucking and fucking. Lots of different cocks. Some of the women are so grateful to me because they don't have to fuck their husbands as much, or get pressured to suck them. The women love making me special clothes. These outfits just made me feel even more naked than being naked.

I'm carefully fitted. My favorite is walking around camp with a soft two-inch-wide animal skin over my ripe nipples. A quarter inch around my waist holds my crotch cover. But the strings in back are not in my crack but on both sides. Leaving my ass fully exposed. Open and ready.

My penis, even when fully erect, is under three inches and very thin. And it's rarely hard. At its softest, I can literally push my penis up into my body. So all there is is my puny balls. When I release the finger holding it in, my tiny penis pops out so cute. I love my penis.

Everything is going so well for a full year. Then a week ago, trouble starts brewing. A camp of white men. 50 strong. Every night they're always very loud and passing out from firewater. We keep an eye on them. I am one who always goes.

I notice things. These men are soldiers from their civil war; they're from the side that lost. I wonder about them, maybe being treated unjustly in their own homelands. Much like us. But these men, even from afar, I can smell are truly evil.

There are no children. A bad sign. No wives. Just two captive women. Worse, one woman is elderly, and they constantly humiliate and abuse her. The other woman is younger but really big, like a fattened sow. I can hear them screaming at her, calling her names while she weeps. There are also two femme male soldiers who have sex with most of the camp. They like sucking dicks. The more feminine one seems a favorite of the camp commanders.

I observe other things that the men in our village miss. Their leadership is equally divided among 4. None over the other. The 4 stay in their large planning tent, which I've snuck into. They're going to attack us to get more women and whatever else we have. Inside the planning tent is a Gatling gun.

Our tribe has fearsome warriors. But most are still using bows and arrows. Sidearms are sparse. Even more sparse are bullets. The evil men also have dynamite. I take all this to the elders. One says a Gatling gun can shoot 1,000 bullets a minute. Still, it's possible we could defend ourselves, but at great loss. It's decided we must take the fight to them. With guile and cunning.

They talk about different plans. I am the youngest and only non-male there. I just listen. Our medicine man has potions that can put them to sleep. But what good is that? Soon, I hesitantly and modestly propose my plan.

The next night I'm on the hill watching their camp. I'm alone. Our warriors are back in our camp preparing. I previously noticed something else. These white men like having sex one after another with one person. I heard it called gangbanging. The males in our tribe find that disgusting.

I'm dressed very modestly. They're all drunk as usual. I sneak down to their planning tent. I slowly enter. It's the four leaders all admiring their Gatling gun. I present myself as a gift from my camp. With all the charm inside me, I explain what is special about me.

This has to work.

They're looking at me. One just comes up and sticks his tongue in my mouth. They're all shorter than me. I kiss with each of them passionately. My first gangbang. I go down and pull out a cock. I love sucking cocks. I always have since I sucked my first dick. Now the very first gangbang of my life, and my fuck hole is tingling.

Then, his cock is four inches, if that. And thin.

But very submissively, from my knees, I look up at him like it's 10 inches. I lick him, all up and down his tube, like my life depends on it—well, more than my life does. Then I let him guide my head to his cock, like he's in control. I suck him quick and make him cum because I see the others exposing themselves.

All their cocks are all the same fucking size! Like they're brothers. Are they? I enthusiastically suck all 3. Making them hard. Then I let one lift my long skirt and fuck me in the ass. With me humping back, he cums quick. Then, just as quickly, I start taking off the clothes of the last two. Waving, indicating no more ass until they strip. It works well. I see their dumpy bodies and hairy potbellies. I lick my lips like they're footlongs.

I let another fuck me. The way I fuck back may be the fuck of his life. It should be the last fuck of his life, I hope. Then all their greedy little hands are stripping me naked. They're looking at me. My body is lithe. Toned. Trim. Smooth. Quite a contrast to their short, ugly, hairy bodies.

The last one fucks me for a while with his teeny hard-ons. I fuck back with energy and enthusiasm, making him cum. Now they're relaxed and naked. They talk about how they should keep me. I see them sneaking secret glances at each other about my tribe and their Gatling gun.

They're drinking wine, and they open a fresh bottle. Perfect. They have me sip some, and I spit it out, looking at them with a disgusted face. They all laugh, explaining how expensive it is. "These Injun girls are such dumb sluts." "And this one's especially stupid." I'm thinking about the end of this night with us victorious.

We fuck some more, and when all of them have cum again, I wrap my long skirt well over my titties; it goes to my knees. I want to discourage their eyes from following me as I leisurely get a bite of food from near their wine bottle. It's so easy to slip the potion in. It will take a good 20 minutes to take effect. They look like 4 fat little sows that just fucked the golden calf. I step away and get their attention. Then I dramatically drop my skirt. They gangbang me until they each gently pass out.

They're out. I want to bash their heads in. But that isn't the plan. They're not dead; their soldiers would recognize death. They just look passed-out drunk. I get into the special outfit the ladies made for me. I dim the lantern and slip out of the tent. I quickly glance up at the hill. The warriors are gathering. But I feel no tension up there yet. Good. Very good. They'll know the time to strike.

A final moment to gather my strength and energy. Our gods have given us very warm air, natural to my plan. I pray my gratitude. I pray the gods give me strength. I'm nervous, but calm and level-headed too. I slowly approach the massive crowd of 50 drunken soldiers.

I briefly wonder, do all white men have four-inch dicks? I will soon know. I try to keep my face friendly and approachable. But I see the elderly woman's stern face as they fuck her; she's obviously enraged. A soldier is between her legs, humping in and out of her. The fat woman is left alone crying. She looks like a massive flesh ball. I can't find either of the femme fucks; maybe they're with soldiers in a private tent, or maybe they're making love with each other.

The air is hot. Some of the soldiers are naked. That's good. Many half-dressed with their cocks out. It's all the others I have to address. I just stand there. Gradually one sees me. Soon they're all rushing over. Even the one fucking the old woman leaves her to rush to me.

Almost every inch of my skin is covered in skin-tight animal hide. Long sleeves and to my ankles too. Everything except my pubes and my tits. I had pinched my nipples, making them bright red and super ripe. My pud is mostly soft. My balls are receding. But as they rush over, my little penis jumps a little. It's exciting and scary both.

I know I'm being watched over, but there is no way they can get down here in time to save me from death. I'm going to fuck 50 guys. And if I have to, it is a good day to die. What a way to go!

They're about to all maul me. And this is tricky. I have to let them know they all get to fuck me. But it's better for them not to force me. A fat one gets to me first, and I push him off hard. He stumbles back, falling on his ass and tripping up half a dozen of them.

I grab one close to me and kiss him deeply. My saliva-covered hands grabbing other cocks and jerking them. I choose who to kiss. And I quickly kiss a dozen. Wet, sloppy kisses. Our tongues exchanging and saliva dripping between us. I also start messily stripping off their clothes. Then many are just stripping naked on their own. Good.

Just to keep some control over the crowd, it's now time to suck some dicks. I only suck the cocks of guys who are naked. Any others who try to force me, I push away. Of course all the naked guys back me up. To the point where I see one clothed fucker who tried to stick his cock in my mouth getting drunkenly beaten.

Their cocks are certainly not four inches. Few here are. I just love cock. I Love Cock! What's different is their cockheads protrude. I don't have to search for their piss slits to kiss. It's kind of better. Many are like that. While many are normal. All their cocks are just fucking beautiful. Too bad they have to all die, I hope.

I suck their dicks for maybe 30 seconds each. I have to keep the others interested. I can't really think of anything but my lust and the overall plan. But there is time for now. A good time.

I suck them fast, bobbing my head on their hard shafts. One actually cums; I keep sucking him, kissing his thighs, making sure he gets hard again, lusting for more, and then I push him away. I'm more careful after that. I need to keep all of them aroused and interested, not looking around. Watching out. Fuck no!

I'm sucking and sucking. They're watching me suck dicks, waiting for their turn; it's arousing. I get especially horny sucking all their cocks. I keep sucking cock after cock. Playing with their balls. Anything to make them feel good and keep their mind on me, nothing else but me. It's a sexual thrill sucking so many hard pricks.

I just have to enjoy myself. Our warriors on the hill know to relax. Stay calm. Keep their energy. I want these white fuckers here all thinking about me. Then soon I want all their energy dispelled into me. As-fuck energy.

I encourage them to face-fuck me. I even let two throat-fuck me. So many hard cocks fucking my mouth. It's a turn-on. I keep taking their dicks in my mouth. Sucking dicks. Licking balls. Letting them ram my face. Or bobbing my head as fast as I can on their hard-ons. So many.

I love sucking dicks. It is a joyful time for me. Eventually, I suck them all. All 50. And now they're screaming about fucking me. I let them peel off my pants. The ladies did a great job. The clothes never ripped away, revealing my ass. After the slight difficulty of getting my pants free, they don't bother with my top. Why should they? My tits are all theirs.

I'm spitting in my hands. Lubing my ass. I'd like some smaller ones first. But it's not. It's a thick, fat six-incher. He does spit lubing his cock. I'm doggie, and I look around. A sea of naked men. Perfect. Also, all their eyes, all their energy, focused on me and me alone. Again, perfect.

He enters. I'm really fucking horny. Naked myself too, except for my tit-showing top. I fuck back at him. He's groaning. We fuck. Fast. Hard. My ass is hot and horny from all the cocksucking. Sucking 50 cocks. I'm a whore. A slut. I'm a one-of-a-kind fuckhole!

He cums easily, maybe in a minute. I scream. I yell how good it feels. I bring him to my face for ass-to-mouth. I suck him until he's hard again. I push him away. A cock tries to get into my mouth, and I hold my lips shut tight. My ass is being pounded again. I fuck back. We're fucking. Then faster. Harder. He cums.

I scream, looking at their faces. Then I bring the ass-fucker to my face. Sucking him hard as another slides into my fuckhole. I push the cock sucked away. I concentrate on the cock in my ass. He's bigger. Even thicker. He cums. Fast. Hard. A lot. I bring him to my mouth. He is big. Thick but not long. Looking at them, I attack his cock. Sucking. Choking. Gagging.

A nice, long, thin cock is sliding into me. He fucks fast with long strokes. It feels incredible. I scream so loud I bet the warriors can hear it and are laughing. They've heard it from me before. Getting the thick cock in my mouth semi-hard again, I push him away, playing with his balls, just as long boy is cumming in me.

They're fucking me rapidly now. I only suck cocks from my ass. They're very comfortable being naked. They're relaxed. Maybe too relaxed. I'm doing my very best trying to keep them all aroused.

Just then I notice the two femme boys sucking cocks together. They're acting like fluffers for my ass. Keeping everyone's dick nice and hard. The two dick suckers don't know they'll be dead soon. The old woman and the fat woman are naked. Some are using them as inspiration. But they're not forced to do anything.

Why would they be? These fuckheads have me. My tall, hot body. My hot mouth. My slutty asshole. My asshole is constantly being fucked now. They're cum dumping in my ass. Over and over and over. My concern is keeping every cock here interested and aroused. The 2 cock-suckers help greatly there. The cocks go from their mouths into my ass. And I can suck any stray cock I feel could be losing interest.

This goes on and on for an hour or two hours or more. I really have no idea. I feel everyone has fucked me. Many more than once. I'm not sure. It's hot. I'm so fucking horny. Talk about being aroused. I'm more slut-horny and fuck-minded than any of them.

A particularly long, thick cock is stroking sweetly in and out of me again, missionary. My legs are up; I'm just enjoying it. I was so concentrated on keeping 50 cocks naked and aroused. Last I checked, everything was good. No one dressed. The 4 commanders still must be passed out, left alone overnight, I guess.

Everyone's naked, but there are fewer cocks around me. About 20 are standing around waiting to get into the 2 femmes' mouths. Another dozen or so are masturbating around the naked and disgusted old woman. Is the fat woman off somewhere getting fucked?

He is pounding me so good. It just feels so fucking good. Then out of the corner of my eye, I see three or four of them getting dressed. I panic. I push the fucker pounding into me off me; I push him violently off of me hard. He topples aside onto his back. Then I run. I run like I never ran before.

Our horses are charging down the hill. Riders in Warpaint, screaming Hellish war cries. I never heard it before, and it's even frightening me. I'm running for any cover. I see the elderly woman now swinging an axe. Encircled by her tormentors. She goes down swinging. They're naked and stomping her. Then I see them scatter, fleeing our horses.

I see cover. I run towards it. My ass is leaking their sperm, and god knows that's slowing me down. Slowing me enough. I'm running barefoot. Struggling. Feeling the mush of all their semen between my legs. I'm not going to make it.

Oh God, he's naked with a knife. He's got a hold of me. I don't really recognize him. My anonymous murderer. Pure anger on his face. Rage. At me. He knows he's dead, but he's going to kill me first. Then the fat woman gets her arm around his head, twisting it and yanking him back. He turns and stabs her just as an arrow goes through his heart.

That woman saved me. I make it under a wagon and just stay there, grateful.

I hear it. I see the white's bare feet. The horses. Some warriors. But mostly bare white feet and horses running them down. I hear screaming. So much screaming. I know it's mostly white because ours are war cries. I can hear the arrows too. So many. One after another. Most of them hitting white flesh.

After a long silence, I crawl out. They have skins to cover me. Blankets too. They praise me quietly. My bravery. But honestly, I'm numb. The fat woman is gone. A warrior too. Several other warriors are injured, but they'll live. The old woman showed much more bravery than me. Distracting these dickheads. She probably saved several of us.

All I did is suck a lot of dicks and take dozens of cocks in my ass.

They tell me we're an hour from dawn. They fucked me longer than I knew. Soon several of our women arrive. They're scavenging. Getting together whatever we can use. I'm struggling to take care of the fallen women's bodies. Our women take over that task, and I let them. Then in the light, I'm surprised to see a child here, just one. It's the granddaughter of the fallen warrior. She is calmly mourning her grandfather. It's her mother who is bawling uncontrollably. There is something about the little girl that reminds me of him, whom I knew casually. Later, the girl tells me her grandpa wanted to die in battle, and she knows his spirit is safe.

I walk around their camp. I see the child holding her mother's hand as they head back to our camp. The 4 commanders' throats are slit. I stop some young warriors from cutting off the genitals of our enemy. I do this for the warriors, not the dead. The women's bodies are dressed and lying together. At least they have that small dignity. I want them buried. But the elder on site explains. "Nadeen, whites need to care for whites. Their families may be notified." He's looking at me with a new respect. Everyone is. They weren't disrespectful before. But this is different. I'm not sure I'm comfortable with it.

10 days later I ask the elders if I may leave. I tell them my plans. They approve. But warn me to beware. Whites are different than us.

See, I don't believe that. The elders are wise, but their view comes from their experience. My experience is different. The white children in the woods. The white families. Their kindness.

I've been to their town a couple of times in the last ten days. People stare at the Indian girl. But most mind their own business. A lot are friendly. It seems word is going around about what happened. The white man's Regular Army isn't concerned. They cleaned up the site. Unofficially, they're relieved. That was a bad bunch that was heading to become the Army's problem. Like this town too. Those scum would come here uninvited and unwelcome. So, a lot of people are relieved.

It seems some of the more important people know about me. The Mayor himself was friendly with me, in public, on the street. We chatted for a good 15 minutes. He said the hotel would rent me a room. When I hesitated because I have no money. He got me a room for free. Later, a wealthy shopkeeper even gave me a horse as a gift. A filly. I named her Carrot because she loves carrots.

I settle in. The shopkeeper offers me work in his store. But what am I really? I'm a whore. A slut. I love cocks. Need them. But I don't want to run afoul of the brothel. And I don't want to work for her either. No way. It's a delicate situation that needs some contemplation.

In the meantime, I meet an Army captain. Later that night I sneak into his room, and we spend hours making love. I sneak in in the same long dress. I need to wash that experience from it. He's delighted to see me. We sit and talk for just a few minutes. Then we're kissing. Slow, sensuous kisses. He's the best kisser.

After a good half hour of just kissing. He pulls the string above my breasts. Then, almost too gently, he parts the fabric. I'm swooning. I never felt this before. We briefly kiss again. Then he licks my nipples. I'm shaking in anticipation. He's gently sucking my nipples. Rubbing them.

I reach for his crotch, but he swipes my hand away, softly. He's reaching into my dress. Slipping it off my shoulders. His head is on my breasts. Just holding it there. His tongue reaching out to the very tip of my nipple.

After a while. I stand. I look into his eyes. I push my dress down. I'm not wearing any underwear, nothing. I'm naked in my shoes. My penis is even slightly erect. My little balls are loose. He's looking me up and down. It's so lustful. Maybe even more.

He grabs me, laying me back. He stands. He's quickly stripping off his clothes, so quickly he almost loses his balance. I giggle. Giggle? Where did that come from? I've never felt so comfortable with anyone. Ever.

His cock is the most beautiful. Over six inches. Thick. Meaty. Fleshy. Uncircumcised. Then he lovingly takes off my shoes. Rubbing my feet. He's licking my feet. Both of them. Kissing them. Sucking on my toes. Each one.

I have to suck his cock. I just look at it for a second. My face is an inch from it. I look up at him. He's caressing me. He looks a little nervous. I kiss it. Kiss it all over. The head. Up and down the shaft. It's rock hard and truly beautiful. He's moaning.

I start licking. Savoring his cock. Tasting it for our first time. I gently suck on his cockhead. Slowly licking the underside. I hear him moan. Then groan loudly. He pushes me off. Holding his own cock down. He's able to stop himself from cumming. After a minute or so. We're just kissing again. Soft kisses. I'm kissing his chest. Then I'm playfully pulling on his sparse chest hair with my teeth.

He pushes me onto my back. Then he's slightly confused until I raise my legs up, rocking back on my hips. He gets between my lush thighs. I guide his manhood inside of me. He's looking at my face intimately. I'm looking back up into his eyes. He's humping just a few inches in and out of me.

We're fucking. But I want more. I want all of him. I'm more aggressive with my humping, and soon he's fully in me. It just feels so different. He's resting in me. Then he starts slowly stroking just those final two inches.

I'm rocking my hips. Shaking from side to side. Rocking my butt on his love stick. He's humping longer strokes now. His sweat is dropping on me. I playfully open my mouth, trying to catch some of it. I'm moaning loudly.

We're fucking faster. Faster. Harder. We're melting together. Like no sex I've ever had before. My arms are struggling to hold him. Instead, our hands lock together. Fingers entwined. Fucking against each other so fiercely. Fucking together. My prostate is cumming. All over his cock. It's so rare. So unusual. This long, my ass is cumming. A minute or more of my goo flooding all over his ramming cock. Then he cums. And cums. And cums. Still humping in me.

I leap up, holding him around the neck. I pull him down on top of me. He's no longer inside me. But he'll always be inside me. I realize this is my virginity. I'm so happy. I'm overjoyed. I'm kissing him all over. Slobbering on his face. He rights me and smashes our lips together. Our tongues dancing inside each other's mouths, just as his cock was inside my body seconds ago.

We make love for hours. Three or four times. He knows my history. He knows what I did with all those men. It doesn't matter. Later he tells me that he was in charge of cleaning the site. It took them days. He adds that I'm becoming somewhat of a legend. All he knows is that I'm the most extraordinary person. Then he stops and looks at me. I'm weeping silently.

He proposes to me. That night. He doesn't know how we'll do it. Maybe just a commitment ceremony, just the two of us. We'll live somewhere no one knows us. He says he will never meet anyone like me. Not even close. Ever.

But I won't even let him take me to breakfast. I press my palm on his heart. I tell him we can't make a mistake that we can't take back. His career, etc. But we make plans to meet again tomorrow night too.