Tribal Tranny Gang Bangs 50 Men Ch. 04

(Nadeen is a 20-year-old native american in 1870.)

I'm in bed with a new client. I'm upright on top of him with his cock in my ass. He's humping up some. But mostly I'm bouncing up and down on his hard cock while my hand gently plays with his balls.

Then my fingers feel his balls move up into his body. In my ass I feel his hardness bloat slightly as he groans loudly. I mash my ass down on him, squeezing his cock with my butt muscles. He cums in my ass.

Next, I'm licking his balls and cock. Cleaning him with my tongue and mouth. Gently sucking on his balls. I'm known for being full service.

He likes the mirror on my ceiling. Madam installed it because I am the brothel's top earner. Before he leaves, he sucks my dick a little. He leaves a generous tip. I know I have new regular.

This morning I got a non-urgent message from Walker. We use a carrier pigeon. It'll be nice to return home. Walker and I never had sex. He sees me as male. I was never offended by this. Also, I did not want to physically mate with such a man. The old man gave me valuable advice. It is much better to have him as an ally than otherwise. Walker is darkness incarnate.

He wants to be known. I do not, but I am. I live at the brothel. But my heart will always beat with the tribe. The elders are our leaders. But the reason no one fucks with us is Walker and me. No one except the ignorant, of which there are always too many.

I love my life at the brothel. The girls are comforting companions. And the work affords me time to read. Madam even set up a small library, which grew into a library for the town. I taught Walker to read. He even keeps a few books on his craft.

Reading is easier for me to teach than it was to learn. It was so foreign to me. Small, strange symbols on a page. Black on white. They have meaning? But do they! The greatest thing about white culture is books. I read constantly.

I love science and history. I love reading about other peoples. Ancient cultures. Men's wars. Why are men always going to war? I need to understand this.

I memorized, "Government of the people, by the people, for the people." He seemed like a planner. And, their Declaration of Independence. "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness."

Words written by a white man who owned 200 Black people.

Still, their aspirations match my tribe's beliefs. But what hypocrites whites can be. True, they fought bravely and won. But while subjugating and mass murdering us.

I understand and accept we will be overwhelmed. Our lands lost. Turned into something else. Still, we must continue to exist. We must. For everyone's good.

With all the girls reading now. Madam plans another train trip. This time to Washington. She has made contacts there she wants to meet in person. Madam has bought up a lot of land around us. She sharecrops to Blacks. An arrangement that works out generously for both them and us. Madam tells me I own a lot of that land.

I never asked what she does with my money. It has increased 10x in value, and it brings in income too. This was more than brothel money; it was contest money and government contracts. Their white government appreciates Walker's and my work, and there have been a few assignments. I don't just take anything, and they know if they ever lie to me, it's over.

Madam and I talk often. She tries to teach me about money, but I can't grasp it. Maybe I don't want to. I read, "Money is the root of all evil." I wonder about that. Though Walker has no lust for money either.

I can't grasp how people believe that they can own things. Own land? It's ridiculous. Absurd. And owning people is so obviously offensive to any spirits. It's an offense to logic itself. Yet, it has gone on for ages. Even in unholy, spiritually absent native tribes.

How can a belief in any God condone such idiocy as slavery? How can it condone prejudice?

I've come to believe that in this earthly world there is love and its opposite. It's the contrast of being human. What is the opposite of love? I'm still not sure. I don't think it's Walker. He loves his Tribe as I do. He gives most of his money to the Tribe.

I do love my tribe. But I often wonder, can I truly love an individual? Is my heart capable? Growing up I enjoyed being a loner, not needing anyone. But I was fooling myself; I always had the love and support of my tribe.

I respect Madam and trust her. Did I love The Captain? I wonder now. I only knew him for a month. I sure would have liked to find out. I know he was in love with me. Did I love that he loved me? Did I really know him? Maybe he understood love better than I do? I know so little.

Riding back, the message said a warrior has come of age. He respectfully requests I be his first mating. Unless they've found a heart that matches, virgin warriors sometimes ask this of me. I never refused. They're aware of what I do in town. But more, they think of me as a great warrior. They feel it brings them spirit. But I'm not sure I am. I feel I'm more of a planner.

I know who it is. My hole is tingling. He's a young buck. Nephew of one of the elders. And I've seen his cock. Yum!

Soon, we're laying together in the woods. He brought a large, soft blanket. He's so thoughtful and kind. He's just a couple of years younger than me but seems much more innocent.

We're both naked. Relaxing. Cuddling. Being comfortable with each other. We kiss for a long time. I love kissing.

Now, I'm on my back. His fingers are lightly caressing my body. I'm as excited as he is.

He is a little pudgy. Still some baby fat. Nothing is extraordinary about him except his cock. His cock is maybe eight inches and super fucking thick.

All this time together he has yet to get fully hard, maybe because of that thickness. I wonder about how good his fucking prick will feel in my horny fuckhole.

I really want to suck him. Fill my mouth with his cock. But I let him pace us. I remember this is his first time.

I caress his face. His cock jumps. I want it. But we have time.

He's licking my nipples. Sucking them. It feels so good. He's making me so hot. Then he goes down on me. He's licking my balls. Kissing my ass cheeks. He enjoys kissing as much as I do.

He's kissing my penis now. It's getting me so fucking horny. My thin, semi-erect penis is in the crease of his sucking tongue. My penis surrounded by his warm tongue like a blanket. He's sucking while wiggling his tongue. He really knows how to get to me.

Now he's lapping my little penis crazily. I can't believe it. It's making me so fucking hot and horny. The sperm is building up in my little balls.

I'm cumming. He's making me cum. My puny ball juices flowing through my dick into his loving mouth. He savors every drop. Then he cleans me like I clean so many others.

We're just cuddling. Holding each other. He whispers it, almost as if I'm not supposed to hear, "I love you." I have to say it back; I have no choice: "I love you, too." I don't mean it, but he has such a tender heart.

We're kissing for a long while. Then I go down, running my tongue over his chest to his belly. Then finally to his groin. My mouth is watering for his massive cockmeat. Virgin sweet cockmeat. I kiss it. It jumps. He's still only semi-hard.

I get so emotional. Sucking his cherry cock. I'm caressing his thighs. Rubbing my face on his thick prick. I'm kissing his balls. Making love with them. Sucking them a little roughly.

His cock is getting harder. I kiss the slit. Sucking just the head. He moans. I dive in. My mouth engulfing his entire manmeat.

He is too fucking thick. It fills my mouth too much. I bob my head up and down, but only on half of his length because of the thickness. Hard now, he rocks his hips up into my face. His cockhead touching my throat. To stop my jaw from biting his cock, I release him quickly. I'm coughing. Gagging.

He looks concerned. Before he can say anything. I need his manhood in my horny fuckhole. I get my ass over him. I lower myself, guiding him in. That fat cock enters me. I moan. It just feels so fucking good.

I look down at him. He has his eyes closed. Maybe trying not to cum.

Very slowly I ease my lithe body down on his thickness. So full. So full in my fuckhole.

I keep moving my hole down over him until he's all the way inside me. Now, I'm moving slightly side to side, back and forth. He's moaning and groaning loudly.

I start fucking up and down but slowly. Very slowly. I'm laughing; it just feels so fantastic. His thickness and length. He looks at me. I tell him, "Hump into me, please, hump up into me. You're so good. You are. Fuck me now!"

He starts humping up into my hot body as I continue riding his fat cock up and down. Soon my ass is cumming. Prostate cum all over his hot prick. I feel it overflowing as I'm fucking more frantically now.

We fuck for a long time. Several hot minutes. My prostate keeps cumming every couple of minutes, with mini-cums throughout. I can tell he's fighting not to cum. He likes pleasing me. I whisper to him, "Let it go. I want it."

I move my body up and down on his cock as fast as I can. I mash myself down on him hard. Then rise up and slam back down on him. He's fucking too. Like we're one.

It doesn't last more than a couple more glorious minutes. It's just too much for him. He cums. Big. Virgin big. He's looking up at me. I'm crying. His cherry cock. His cherry cum. I love it!

A minute later, I'm holding him. My leg around him. He's so sweet. His head on my tits. I'm caressing his back. Spanking his ass. Telling him what a good fuck he is.

We make love until dawn. Then decide not to go back in. We stay in the woods naked, like Adam and Eve. Making love together often. Sleeping cuddled naked skin-to-skin. I even eat his ass and fuck him. He likes sucking my dick. I teach him to eat my ass like a pussy.

He wants to stay out a third day, and I agree. But I use that day to gradually and very gently clarify our relationship. He understands, and we just enjoy the day. Then we make love all night before heading in at daybreak.

I'm anxious to return to town. I miss my clients and the girls. I find them comforting.

Before I leave I need to meet with the elders. I tell them about the elder's nephew. They say they'll keep an eye on him. Then we talk about Walker, Walker knows I do this.

No elder has ever heard of anyone with Walker's appetite for the darkness. It consumes him. He loves his tribe and respects the elders. But I am his best anchor to this earthly reality. He has a blind loyalty to me.

Walker and I do have a bond, one I'm grateful for. The women in the tribe are scared of him. So Madam allows him free service at the brothel. I make sure to tip the girls after. He likes 2 or 3 at once. He has a big appetite. I don't mind because it may curb him from behavior he could do alone with one.

Also, he knows they are my friends. Walker respects me and believes in my judgment. I am the only one he can tell about his new discovers in the darks arts. He is so enthusiastic. And I may find a use for these new skills.

No one else knows the extent of his darkness. For example; the elders know we rid this earth of Top Hat and his gang. But they don't know how. Walker was especially vicious.

But once when I was remembering how the little girl saved me, I looked up and his eyes were tearing. Later I saw him sobbing about the little girl.

Also, Walker has a lovely relationship with animals. They are more his friends than people.

He is a contradiction. And he is dangerous. I'm careful to make sure he is not dangerous to me. Walker should live a long life.

Since I don't really care about money, it's a kind of relief not to get government offers. But I also know those contracts are the root of Madam's contacts in DC. I don't pay attention to my money, but what she's amassing for me can't hurt. I do the jobs because I see those we go after as like the scum who murdered my parents and The Captain. But I have Walker; I don't need to be Walker.