A THANKSGIVING DAY TO BE REMEMBERED
Miles craned his neck and looked through the powerful spyglass sweeping it to and fro across the horizon of the Bay Colony.
Not a solitary sail did he sight. Only the seagulls wheeling languidly in his field of vision gave him movement to catch his attention. The relentless waves broke noisily onto the rocky beach far below him.
He moved the telescope down to the exposed houses inside the timbered walls of the settlement. The settlement of some 250 souls was nestled in the sparsely wooded area inland from the sandy dunes protecting the small fort from the ravages of the harsh coastal weather.
He saw Mistress Sabrina hanging her bed linens out to dry behind her family’s well-built home. Her father was a master craftsman and had assisted with many of the other dwellings that constituted the establishment of this tiny outpost in the New World.
Miles could see in the lens the shapely outline of her bottom as she bent to her tasks. He felt like he could almost reach out and touch the curved slopes of her buttocks with his greedy fingers.
It had been only 2 years since they first sighted land and sailed their ships into this treacherous land of strange creatures and fertile fields.
His intended, Miss Jennie Goodnight, was still firmly ensconced in her family home in Bath. Her last letter of some nine months ago advised him that she had no intention of leaving the comfort of her family quarters for some pagan wilderness amongst filthy savages.
Miles was sorely taxed to find any respite from the shroud of depression that had settled over him since the receipt of that devilish letter. The memory of Jennie’s soft quim in his hand and the taste of her proud nipples had afforded him many nights of hopeful anticipation of ultimate consummation of their special union. That now seemed quite unlikely.
Recently, he had turned his thoughts to the most comely Miss Sabrina, the elder daughter of Jacob Roderick. Mr. Roderick was the vice rector of their tiny church and was esteemed by all the residents of the settlement. He had lain with Miss Sabrina in the “bundling bed” only last week and was astonished how she had managed to get her hand over inside his confining cocoon to grasp and bring his rampant cock to an emission of some duration.
He found that he still vibrated at the thought of her work-worn hands roaming into the secret recesses of his body. Miles was able to get two of his fingers inside Miss Sabrina’s clothing and slide them with some success up and down her sweat-soaked bum cheeks and even probe her little pucker hole much to her delight. The sound of her delicious little whimpers of ecstasy caused him to emit some more spurts of stored-up cum juice into Miss Sabrina’s loving hand.
Sabrina had whispered into his ear this morning after church services that their next bundling session would be better because she had managed to introduce a gap in the slat that would allow his member to pass through to her side. She told him he would have to make do with inserting it from the rear because she would be required to face away from his side and she could not use her hands because her father had suspected she was giving favors with her hands to her bundling companions. She cautioned him to aim for her large open slit and not go into her little tiny hole by mistake.
“I don’t mind taking it in back there, Master Miles, but it will be so much easier to put it in my cunny. I promise I will be quite wet down there and you should slide in with no difficulty whatsoever.”
It had been months since Miles had taken up residence inside a pretty little pussy. In fact, the last time was with the widow Anderson. Her poor husband had fallen prey to a sea creature of some size and was dragged under the water never to be seen again. It was a terrible way to go, but at least it was quick and there was no mess to clean up. He did his best to console the poor widow and she appeared quite grateful for his efforts. She gave him her husband’s two pistols with a large quantity of ball and powder.
The widow Anderson was much into the practice of anal pursuits. This was probable due to her French upbringing and a youthful fear of unwanted pregnancy that made her guard her maidenhead jealously beyond what was considered normal for a female of her years.
There was no mistaking her intent when she spread her arse-cheeks wide for him and quivered her brown hole to wink at him in obvious invitation for impalement.
Needing no further encouragement, Miles mounted the widow resolutely and pounded her quite strenuously with much enthusiasm. He was a bit afraid when the watch came to the door to inquire if all was in order inside the small house. The widow was overly vocal in voicing her approval of his enthusiastic slamming of her posterior regions.
Several visits to her tight little pussy showed him how little practice the poor widow had received in matters of amorous affairs. Widow Anderson informed him that her husband was more inclined to oral gratification and used her mouth repeatedly to drain his masculine juices. She demonstrated her proficiency in this area of sexual expertise and he quickly appreciated the extent of her oral prowess.
Miles was so lost in his thoughts of the widow’s luscious lips that he did not hear the sound of a body slithering up close to his high-ground position.
The very first indication he had of something amiss was when an almost naked body flung itself at him and bowled him over onto his back. His hat went askew and his spyglass fell to the soft turf under his feet. Luckily, Miles was able to get a hold on the attacker’s neck and threw him down to the ground beneath him. The naked body writhed underneath him and he wrapped his legs around it subduing it into complete submission.
The scent of the oil in the hair and the sweat from the shuddering body made Miles’s stomach churn emptily. He was surprised the fellow was so slender and strangely soft beneath him. Pulling his head up to look into his face Miles saw right away that the attacker was a female Indian. She was spitting mad and that is exactly what the savage girl did.
She spit right into his face and hissed out some unintelligible gibberish emphasizing how unhappy she was at his mounting of her very feminine body.
Miles could feel her soft and fully shaped ass cheeks squirming against his quickly hardening erection. He reached around and felt her heavy breasts hanging down from her body with erect nipples standing out in the midday sun. The sweat on the girl’s body was lubricating her against him. He had earlier removed his garments to gain some relief from the heat in his isolated position. Now his bare flesh was rubbing in sweaty contact with the almost naked female and his fully erect cock was lodged firmly in between the poor girl’s legs.
This was too much for his often deprived sexual organs and he guided his rampant cock to the entrance of her dripping slit. She hissed and she spit some more onto the ground. When she felt the tip of his cock on her pussy, the girl moaned and spread her legs wide open. Her motions were unmistakable as she humped her ass up high to receive Miles’s cock into her brimming pussy.
He grasped her sweaty hips and slammed his meat deep inside her pretty little cunt. He could not understand a word she said but the meaning of her whimpers and her groans of pleasure told him his ministrations were most welcome.
The girl collapsed onto the ground after he shot a full load of his creamy cum deep into her hair matted pussy. Instead of spitting and hissing, she was purring like a little kitten and she held Miles’s cock with a tender hand and kissed it with her berry tinted lips.
With much sign language, Miles discovered the girl’s name was Leyte and that she had already passed 18 winters in this blessed land. Her tribe was of the Leni- lapida of the 5 nations and many of the males had been slaughtered in battle by the tribes of the Northland. She and the survivors had fled to the coast to avail themselves of the plentiful seafood. Apparently, there were only about three score survivors out of an original tribe of some 300 souls.
Leyte started playing with Miles’s cock and it quickly got hard again. He decided to teach the Indian girl a new trick and introduced his cock to her pretty berry-stained lips. She quickly got the idea and was soon sucking with abandon on his juicy cock. Miles held her head in his hands and guided her back and forth letting her take him inside her mouth ever deeper until she had deep throated his entire 7 inches all the way to the back of her throat. His spurts of cum splashed deep inside the young girl’s mouth but she did not gag or protest. Her highly efficient swallowing of every drop of cum was astonishing considering it was her first oral sex ever.
She gave him her necklace and motioned that her camp was due South on the coast line. Miles figured she was telling him that the necklace would protect him from any overzealous brave who tried to stop him.
Miles knew he would be headed there soon to get more of Leyte’s pretty pussy.
He told Leyte about the Feast of Thanks that the settlement would be celebrating in the next moon and that he would arrange for the camp to attend the dinner. In sign language, Leyte asked if there were other cocks in need of pussies to fill with male seeds. Miles was certain there were a number of sex-starved pilgrims to fill that description. They would have to be discreet because of the restrictions of matters of flesh in the very religious minded colony. It seemed at least half of the Indian survivors were females in desperate need of male attentions. The tribe needed the male seed to continue their existence in the harsh environment.
The next night he slid his rock hard cock through the gap in the bundle bed. He found the ready flanks of young 17 year old Sabrina waiting for him and she moved back onto his cock to get it firmly seated inside her dripping wet pussy. They both sweated and strained to achieve the satisfaction of a copious emission and a pleasurable orgasm that put a smile on little Sabrina’s lovely face.
Miles could tell that Sabrina’s father suspected he was able to bypass the bundling bed restrictions and sample the sexual favors of his eldest daughter. When Miles told him he was interested in Sabrina as a future wife, the older man informed him,
“My little Sabrina is pledged to Elder Williams. He has already contracted to take her hand in the early spring. Her children will inherit the Williams farm and his supply shop at the main gate.”
Miles figured that “little Sabrina” would be none too happy about that as Elder Williams was about 30 years older than her and had a paunch that was bigger than most pregnant women.
It was decided that the entire camp of some 60 odd Indians would be welcome at the feast day within a fortnight and the settlement elders wanted to establish a trading relationship with the Indian tribe. Miles figured it was not a good time to mention the need of the Indian females for male companionship as that might ruffle the feathers of some of the elders and probably a jealous wife or two.
He was certain he would be able to round up enough horny males to make the Indian females leave with a smile on their face.
(Part II will be the Feast or I should say, Feast/Orgy)
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