Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)
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				Title: <strong>Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>14-06-2006, 04:20:07</strong>
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				Running-Bull was perhaps the largest warrior of the Cheyenne Village. He hated the white-men with such a passion that only the chief could restrain him from killing them onsight. He was always the wrestling champion of the Territory - his size and bulk being too much for most of his opponents. He only wore a loin cloth and got many stares from women, though it was known that he had only slept with a white woman or two - usually more like rape before he killed them. It seemed to be a customary thing for the warriors to do on their incursions into White-Man Territory. At the age of 24, he was still a bachelor and yet unclaimed. His status in the village was second to that of the Chief and it was obvious that several of the Squaws wanted to share their teepees with him. He stood for none of their attention, and his silent demeanor kept most of his suitors away. <br><br>Running-Bull was a fierce warrior. He was also a man of few words and would often travel in silence. Scars crisscrossed his muscular chest and arms, and a rifle and scalping knife were always within reach. His teepee was barren, other then his scalp trophies and Bison-skin bed. His long black hair was allowed to hang loose, though a leather thong contained a single eagles feather around his crown. He was often up at the crack of dawn, watching the sunrise by the river that flowed next to the village near where the horses were kept.<br><br>That was where he could be found this morning as the sun slowly crept over the horizon. Despite the chill, crisp air, he only wore his loincloth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 05:06:56</strong>
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				Yells broke out in the villiage as Small Flower was dragged out of her tent along with a half-naked white man by her chief, who happened to have a strong grip in her hair.&nbsp; Accusations were made of Small Flower being in cahoots with the white men, being a whore, etc.&nbsp; When she was released, the white man, whose name was "John" spoke up.&nbsp; "Listen, I want to trade for her.&nbsp; I have many guns and horses that I could trade with."&nbsp; Small Flower, relieved that he'd used their failsafe, stood tall but remained quiet.&nbsp; Although, at 5'3", she couldn't stand very tall to begin with.&nbsp; The Chief looked like he was actually considering it, which would end in John's life being saved and Small Flower not being lashed. <br><br>She'd met John on one of her many walks.&nbsp; Restless, she sneaks out in the middle of the night and just walks without any destination.&nbsp; One night, she literally ran straight into him.&nbsp; Every night since then, she'd had a walking partner.&nbsp; They'd been kissing when Strong Bear, their chief, heard weird noises and found them together.&nbsp; They hadn't made love...yet, so she was still untouched.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 05:25:08</strong>
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				Running Bull couldnt let the commotion go without investigating, and was shocked to see that Small Flower lay at the heart of it. As did a half naked white man. One look at Small Flower, though, and it seemed obvious that she was still untouched. It caused such a strong, burning jealousy to rise up in him that his anger boiled over. He drew his knife and pressed through the crowd that gave way to him.&nbsp; Even if the tribesmen had tried to stop him, it would have taken about five of them -with great risk of injury - to subdue him. He approached the white man, knife raised, but the Chief raised his hand, halting Running Bull. He had arrived in time to hear the proposal.<br><br>"Let me kill him, Chief, and Small Flowers honor can be saved." He responds, in Cheyenne, his eyes glued to the White Man more so because he couldnt bare to look at Small Flower.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 05:41:30</strong>
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				Small Flower looked up with wide, hazel-blue eyes at Running Bull.&nbsp; He was only a year older than her, but as she was a half-breed, she never really considered him for anything-a friend or a lover.&nbsp; So she was very, very suprised when he parted the crown and offered to kill John to save her honor.<br><br>Strong Bear was surprised, as he guessed most of the tribesmen were.&nbsp; He thought it over for a few minutes.&nbsp; Although he was more than happy to be rid of the half-breed disgracing their tribe, to deny his second such a thing that seemed very important to him would be bad face.&nbsp; "As you wish, Running Bull."&nbsp; He stated, turning to walk back into his tent.&nbsp; The rest of the tribe walked away, as if it were nothing.&nbsp; Small Flower felt helpless, eyes full of sorrow, locked on John.&nbsp; "Please, please do not do this, Running Bull."&nbsp; She begged him in Cheyenne.&nbsp; "He is my only friend, the only one who accepts me as who I am.&nbsp; If I lose him, I have no one.&nbsp; I would rather he leave and live than to see him die before my own eyes."&nbsp; It was a bit futile, but she would do all she could to save him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 05:48:50</strong>
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				Alone with the trembling white man, he spoke to her in their native tongue. "That is not true Small Flower. There...are others who care about you. I havent been very honest with you...but i desire you to be my wife. I have not chosen a wife because of you, though many wish to be my wife. If i spare him his life, will you be my wife instead?" He says, trembling with raw emotion that threatened to overwhelm him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 05:58:43</strong>
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				Small Flower's eyes widened even more, still speaking in Cheyenne, "You...want me to be your wife?"&nbsp; She had to mull that over for a minute or so, her complete vision of Running Bull shattered.&nbsp; "Yes, Running Bull.&nbsp; I will be your wife."&nbsp; The petite woman turned to John, "Run.&nbsp; Run and never come back here, for your life has been saved."&nbsp; She said in english, the look on her face serious.&nbsp; John nodded in understanding and thanks and turned tail, never looking back in fear he'd turn to stone from Running Bull's gaze.<br><br>She turned back to Running Bull, "...how long have you felt this way about me?"&nbsp; Small Flower asked softly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 06:14:18</strong>
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				He shrugged his shoulders. "For a long time, Small Flower. I feared letting you or anyone know as you are a halfbreed and my hatred of the whites is well known. Partially due to the fact that one so beautiful as you can be produced by them." He says, then motions for them to duck into her tent. "The Chief knows of my intentions. So he will not be very shocked." Running Bull had finally spilled the beans, so to speak, about his affection for Small Flower. There was no way he would let a white man claim her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 06:36:52</strong>
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				She blushed lightly when he called her beautiful.&nbsp; No one had ever called her that before.&nbsp; She followed him into her tent, which was decorated with what one could only call a woman's touch.&nbsp; A few pieces of her late father's clothing were scattered in places where she could hug them if she needed and flowers were stashed in different places, some dried and some fresh.&nbsp; Small Flower motioned to her bed for him to sit down, seating herself upon it.&nbsp; "You think I'm beautiful?"&nbsp; She asked, almost as if she did not believe it herself.&nbsp; It seemed she was truly shocked that he would love her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-06-2006, 17:02:43</strong>
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				He sat beside her on her bed, wondering if it would lead anywhere or if she intended it to. "Yes...you are. I think many people dont see it in you as they choose to see the white blood in you instead. I would not ask for you to be my wife if it wasnt true." He says with sincerity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 07:30:21</strong>
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				Small Flower sighed and looked up at Running Bull.&nbsp; "I...don't know what to say."&nbsp; &nbsp;She studied his face momentarily, partly to make sure this wasn't just some cruel joke, but she also wanted to truly, truly look at him.&nbsp; Upon impulse, the petite woman pulled him down and leaned up for a kiss.&nbsp; She was tenative at first, not really knowing what to do.&nbsp; Small Flower had only kissed one other man this way and that was John.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>16-06-2006, 11:35:27</strong>
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				His hand came up to the side of her face as she kissed him, and he returned the kiss. It started as a lips-only at first, but then his&nbsp; parted as his tongue snaked out and into her mouth to twirl wiher her tongue. His other hand settled on her hip, feeling how slender she was. He didnt want to break the kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>17-06-2006, 06:47:50</strong>
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				She leaned into him, slipping her arms about his neck as they kissed.&nbsp; As his tongue snaked out, she parted her lips to let him in, her tongue shyly meeting his.&nbsp; Small Flower eventually had to breathe and broke the kiss, panting slightly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 03:54:31</strong>
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				His hand moved up her side, getting dangerously close to her breast, until she brole of the kiss. "Are you alright, Small Flower? I know this is a lot to take in at once, given everything that has happened today." He says. "But i feel the same way as you about it."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>18-06-2006, 05:58:47</strong>
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				She offered him a bright smile and shook her head, "I'm fine, Running Bull.&nbsp; A little tired from all that's happened, but I'm alright."&nbsp; Small Flower slid fully into his arms, surprised at how right it felt but happy she'd found it.&nbsp; Her father had spoken of "soulmates" or something like that and how two people belong together, but she was not sure this was it just yet.&nbsp; It would explain how quickly she was becoming interested in him.&nbsp; To tell the truth, she'd had a small crush on him as they were growing up, but it had been squashed abruptly when he first openly stated his hatred for the white man.&nbsp; She was ashamed to be related to the whites, but they were also her people and she had to love them..unfortunately.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-06-2006, 04:14:23</strong>
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				His arms wrapped around her, one hand ending up on her hip. She felt the way he imagined she would in his arms, her body soft but firm. He, at least, thought she was the most beautiful woman in the clan. He had often dreamed of her at night, wondering how her naked body would feel, how passionate their love making would be. Perhaps now he would have the chance as she was to be his wife soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>21-06-2006, 06:32:25</strong>
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				She relaxed into his embrace even more, setting her chin on his shoulder.&nbsp; "Well, what would you like to do?"&nbsp; She asked, leaning back to look at him with a light blush on her cheeks.&nbsp; "I already did my chores for the day late last night."&nbsp; Before her wak, she'd been a bit restless and did all of her chores waiting for John.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-06-2006, 07:31:25</strong>
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				He smiled. "Perhaps more kissing? I do not know how long i've waited for this..." He says, leaning in towards her, lips parted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>21-06-2006, 23:23:54</strong>
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				She smiled and closed the space between them, leaning up to kiss him.&nbsp; She could very easily get used to kissing him, she decided.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 01:07:25</strong>
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				His hand slid to the bare skin of her firm, toned leg. It slowly began to ride up it, pausing at the hem of her skirt, before sliding under it and up the outside of her thigh. He revealed in how soft and smooth her skin felt. His motion began to cause her skirt to rise up as her skirt continued to rise.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 23:33:21</strong>
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				She gasped softly at the shiver of pleasure that ran up her spine when he touched her.&nbsp; Small Flower deepened the kiss, her hands moving to his chest.&nbsp; She explored the broad chest, tracing the lines of his muscles with her fingertips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>22-06-2006, 23:42:21</strong>
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				His hand doesnt stop until reaching her hip, pulling her skirt well over her thighs, exposing her to the warm air as the day outside was still hot. Warmth began to stir in his loins, the small loincloth concealing it, as his hands began to explore her body more. His hand moved over her thigh, parting her legs as he ran them along the inside, tantaliasingly close to her womanhood as he continued to kiss her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 00:27:43</strong>
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				She moaned into the kiss, shuddering as his hands brought her pleasure she'd really had no idea she could have.&nbsp; &nbsp;Small Flower knew nothing about sex or pleasure, only the actual mechanics of it.&nbsp; This was more than she imagined.&nbsp; She broke the kiss and looked up at him.&nbsp; Without breaking eye contact, she pulled her doeskin dress up over her head and let it fall to the floor, her cheeks tinged pink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 00:33:29</strong>
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				He looks at her as she breaks of the kiss, the pauses as she disrobes, eyes roaming over her body. His loincloth begins to tent as he starts to reach full hardness, though he makes no move to undress. His hands move to her hips then up over her luscious breats, caressing them gently before he brings his mouth to suck on them. He bites her tit gently with his teeth, mainly sucking on her breasts as his tongue works over her nipples. His hand slides down to her hip and along her smooth legs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 07:49:53</strong>
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				Her hands immediately went to his head, fingers threading into his dark hair.&nbsp; She moaned rather loudly when he bit down, arching her back into him.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was heaven, this gorgeous man was giving her this pleasure.&nbsp; He even loved her!&nbsp; Small Fower had never thought she would find love.&nbsp; A whimper escaped her lips as all thought left her brain, only wanting him to touch one place.&nbsp; She was wet and ready for him, spreading her legs wider for him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>23-06-2006, 17:03:43</strong>
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				It took no urging from her. His hand slid over her folds, already moist with her juices. His finger slides into her opening, feeling it tight and slick. His thumb begins to rub over her clit, before he starts to trail his kisses over her belly, down over her mound, until his tongue replaces his fingers. His tongue tastes her sweetness for the first time, parting her folds, running its roughness over her clit as he slides his finger into her opening.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 05:01:19</strong>
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				He made her tremble with pleasure.&nbsp; Fingers still laced in his hair, she let out a moan as he kissed down her stomach, overwhelmed with emotions and desire.&nbsp; She threw her head back, releasing his head to grip the buckskins tightly in her fists as his tongue found her clit, calling out his name in a moan.&nbsp; Small Flower arched her hips, trying to get more to relieve the pressure pooling between her thighs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 05:04:03</strong>
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				Her response urged him on, working his finger in her hole as his tongue continued to lap over her clit. He tasted her juices on his tongue as he slid it about in her moistness, eagerly lapping it up as his tongue works its magic. He slides his finger in and out of her slowly, adding to her arousal, as his other hand reaches up to cup her breasts, squeezing them each firmly, thumbing over her nipples.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 06:28:36</strong>
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				She moaned louder, hips pushing back against his finger.&nbsp; Her breath came out in pants as she neared climax, a white-knuckled grip on the skins. His hands on her breasts brought her over the edge, calling out his name as she came, toes curled in pleasure as she experienced her first orgasm.&nbsp; Small Flower lay limp, breath beginning to slow down in the afterglow.&nbsp; Her green eyes looked down at Running Bull and she smiled softly, hands reaching down to pull him back up for a kiss, moaning softly as she tasted herself on his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>24-06-2006, 06:31:07</strong>
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				He continued to lick her even as she cummed, making sure her orgasm was a good one. He loved the feel of her pussy clenching his finger as she came, and he lapped up what juices he could before she pulled him up for a kiss. Laying on top of her as they were, it would be no suprise for her to feel the extent of his arousal pressing against her leg.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>26-06-2006, 04:46:16</strong>
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				She blushed and broke the kiss, glancing down for a moment before looking back up.&nbsp; Small Flower did not move away, but spread her legs more in acceptance.&nbsp; She'd been taught the mechanics of sex and knew what was coming next.&nbsp; Although a bit nervous, she wanted it and smiled softly up at him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-06-2006, 16:23:34</strong>
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				By her motion, she wasnt going to please him with her mouth but he wouldnt force it on her. Instead, he undoes his loin cloth, pulling it off to reveal his clean shaven body. His cock springs free, its massive size more then ready for her. He rolls over, positioning himself between her legs and takes his cock in one had, rubbings its head amongst her folds, coating it with her juices before positoing it at her entrance before thrusting his hips slowly, penetrating her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>StrongOne88</strong> on <strong>01-07-2006, 04:49:57</strong>
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				Small Flower really had no clue about sex and therefore didn't even really think about pleasing him with her mouth, as she didn't know she could.&nbsp; Her green eyes squeezed shut as he broke through the thin layer of skin that guarded her opening farther back in her vagina, blunt nails digging into his shoulders lightly.&nbsp; She didn't complain, she didn't make a sound, just pressed her forehead into his neck, breath coming out in pants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Cheyenne Territory (StoneOne88 + Silvestine)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>06-07-2006, 17:58:39</strong>
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				He slowly pushes forwards, past her barrier, until his entire length is embedded into her. Then he slowly pulls back, slowly thrusting in and out of her, each time his full length entering her so that she can get used to his side. But Running-Bull has his own wants and needs, and soon begins thrusting harder and faster into her, though trying not to cause her pain. He moans in pleasure as his full length enters her virgin hole.
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