Chapter One

 

The Eastland expedition had departed from St. Louis in bleak March, swung through Illinois, then took the trail skirting the Dakotas to avoid warring Sioux. By September, they had reached a point forty miles from what today is the city of Ashland, Montana, and on this warm September evening had stopped to camp before resuming their journey at dawn.

John Eastland had sold his dry-goods store in Joplin, and at the age of fifty was eager to make a new life in California. Because as a young man he had fought the Indians, he had been chosen as the leader of this wagon train. Sixty-five men and women and children in all composed the party, which numbered 16 covered wagons and two additional wagons containing supplies. Accompanying the bearded, sturdy leader were his wife Mary, a buxom brown haired, still quite handsome woman of forty and her two daughters, Estelle and Martha.

Estelle Eastland was twenty-four, betrothed to young Jason Forden, two years her senior and a surveyor by profession. They were to be married as soon as they reached California, but the long journey had whetted their sexual appetite for each other already. Yet because Jason Forden was a man of honour, he had refrained from fucking Estelle and taking her cunt until the proper words could be said over them. But that was not to be said that he and Estelle had not already sampled some of the delicious pleasures which go with marriage.

Estelle was about five feet, five inches in height, with heart-shaped face and long dark brown hair which fell to her waist. Her skin was creamy, her eyes were large, widely spaced and of a soft blue that was sweet and feminine to the very core. Her mouth was full and ripe, moist and swollen for kissing, which denoted a passionate temperament when fucking time would finally be legal - for them. Her nose was daintily snub, with thin and widely flaring nostrils. But under the homespun gown and the petticoats and stays which she wore, her body was ripe for bed. Sometimes, very late at night, when she knew her parents and Martha were asleep, she would steal out to the bushes at the clearing at the camp where Jason would be waiting for her. They would lie in the grass, in each other's arms, kissing and foundling each other. Estelle, though virgin, had already watched dogs as well as cows and bulls fucking back in Missouri, and she was boldly eager to service Jason just as the animals did. But the righteousness of her parents and the training she had as a girl forbade such lustfulness so she had to content herself with putting her hands into Jason's breeches and fondling his stiff hard cock while he reciprocated by plunging his hands under her petticoats and into the slit of her pantalettes to frig her thickly furred virgin cunthole.

Thus the lovers had often attained mutual climaxes by these manual caresses while their tongues delved deep into each other's mouth. Last night indeed, Estelle had been so passionate that she had twice given down her virgin cream to Jason's expert finger-frigging and she had sighed, "Oh, my darling Jason, I cannot wait until the journey is over so that you and I can be naked on a soft bed and the door locked and enjoy each other!"

And he had replied hoarsely, "Nor I, my beloved Estelle. But there is a great deal of risk in meeting out here at night, for if your father or mother should come upon us, we should both be disgraced. We must have more courage and strength of character. The longer we wait to be bedded, the more wonderful it will be."

"You are right, of course," Estelle pouted as she lovingly squeezed the head of Jason's prick between her soft thumb and forefinger. "But I am already much older than a girl ought to be for marriage, because until now I had never found the man I could love and my dear parents did not urge me to leave their household. So you see, Jason dear, I have saved myself for you and I am dying to have you love me hard with this big hot red thing of yours. But you won't think me too shameless in acting and talking as I do, dear Jason? Perhaps when we get to California, you will think me only a wicked hussy who is trying to trap you into marrying her."

"You must not say such things, my beloved Estelle," he gallantly retorted, his voice thickening as his right hand slipped under her bodice and cupped one of her juicy round canteloupe-like titties. "Besides, there is much about my nature that you do not know. I myself harbour lustful and wicked thoughts about you."

"Oooh, Jason!" Estelle excitedly whispered, wiggling closer to him, and sliding her fingers down to his velvety hairy balls which she tickled deliciously.

"I dare not until we are wedded, my beloved, for fear you think me a wicked lecher! You would be afraid if you heard me express myself in the vulgar words that many men use to describe the exquisite pleasures of being with a lovely woman like yourself. But come, it is very late, we must get back to our wagons before we are missed."

"A last kiss, then Jason, till tomorrow night," Estelle Eastland had murmured and their lips had fused together, and her nimble pink tongue had delved deeply into his mouth making him groan with lust.

They had re-arranged their clothing and then silently crept back to their wagons. They had not seen, they had not heard, hardly a stone's throw away from then and farther in the bushes a crouching half-naked being who resembled a demon of the forest. He wore only a breechclout and moccasins. On his chest and face were painted weird designs in red paint made from the juniper berry and the bark of the cedar tree. Around his bald skull there circled a band made of a rattlesnake's skin, and three eagle feathers thrust up from it, their white ends painted red. He was a Cheyenne warrior named Black Wolf, and he was the son of a minor chief who had been sent to scout the wagon trains which were passing through tribal land. His eyes had glittered with lust as they had beheld the unsuspecting lovers, and he had coveted Estelle Eastland, for he had as yet no squaw. Though four years younger than the elder daughter of the Eastlands, Black Wolf was already a brave hunter and had killed a dozen white men with arrows and tomahawk in raids made against previous wagon trains.

He hated the white squaw because her bold and shameless passion recalled to him his disappointment at losing Little Deer, the beautiful daughter of Running Bear, who was the chief of the tribe. Little Deer had just been bought by Crooked Nose for six horses and two rifles taken from a scalped white settler a month ago. This very night Little Deer was lying naked with Crooked Nose in their tepee, her long slim legs and supple arms wrapped around him, and they were fucking and rubbing noses and Crooked Nose's goni was buried to the roots in Little Deer's cusu. Aiii! The very thought made Black Wolf clap his hands to his breechclout because his own goni was sharp as a tomahawk blade and longing to root itself in some tight, hot, sweet cusu.

Running Bear had ordered Black Wolf to scout these wagons and to report their strength, their weapons, as well as how many women and girls there might be. There were many warriors, the chief had exclaimed, whose many squaws had died of hunger last winter. Manitou must send them new squaws so that the tribe might grow in strength. New warriors must be born. And since this roving band of Cheyennes had no love for their other brothers throughout the Cheyenne nation, white squaws would be welcome, though their ways were as children...

Martha Eastland was nineteen, slim, black-haired, with a pert oval face, her glossy hair fixed into two long thick braids which fell nearly to her waist. She was the despair of her father and mother, for she showed no interest in young men, although there were a few in the wagon train who had already asked for her hand in marriage. Martha was like a tomboy, coltish and saucy with a pert insolence that sometimes made her father want to turn her petticoats up, lower her pantalettes and take a razor strop to her naked ass. She knew very well what Estelle and Jason were doing there in the bushes. Last month, when Deron Jackson and his fat wife Emily had wondered off into the bushes, she had spied on them and watched them fuck. She had grimaced with distaste. If that was what marriage meant, she wanted no part of it. To have a man stick that ugly, swollen, bony thing into her tender slit - why, the very idea made her want to puke! But because she was very fond of her sister and thought Jason Forden a nice enough man, her curiosity had led her to spy on them too. She had heard them promise last night to meet again tonight. She would wait until her parents fell asleep and then go out to watch them.

Martha Eastland really wished that she and Estelle might have a wagon all to themselves. Estelle was so lovely, her body so soft and full and delicious. When they had been little girls, they had slept together, and Martha had remembered the accidental excitement she had had when she had lain spoon-fashion up against Estelle's behind and found herself rubbing her little almost hairless muff against Estelle's bare bottom, for the nightshift had lifted and exposed Estelle's bare skin.

She had almost fainted from the hot explosion between her legs, and felt the sticky juice oozing out of her slit. What she wouldn't give to have Estelle with her now! She would show Estelle that a girl could be even nicer than a fellow...

The moon was behind the cloud and it was midnight. Estelle and Jason were lying on their sides facing each other in the bushes just beyond the last wagon of the train. Martha, her heart pounding wildly, hid in a thicket a few feet away, Lying flat on the ground and staring avidly at the lovers.

And a few feet further into the woods, Black Wolf and his friend Tanokee, which is the Cheyenne word for Long Bow, crouched, tomahawks in hand. They had learned to speak in sign language, and Tanokee now asked his friend, "Do you see the young one off in that thicket who thinks herself invisible? I have two squaws, but I would willingly take her into my tepee."

In the same language, moving his hands swiftly, Black Wolf replied. "Take her and welcome. The one who lies with her man is mine. She has much flesh and will warm me in the winter. Her blood runs hot, that is easily seen. The younger one is probably still unfledged."

Estelle Eastland, her tongue buried between her lover's lips, her right hand fondling his aching prick, panted, "Oh, Jason darling, I want you so much, I wish you could do it to me right now!"

"Estelle, beloved, I can feel your sweet little slit getting wet and hot against my fingers," Jason gasped. "If only I dared love you as I want to!" His forefinger had burrowed inside the lips of her plump, quivering pussy and was now gently tickling the little button of her clitoris.

"Aaahh, Ohh, Jason," Estelle moaned, arching to him, her fingers convulsively tightening around his aching prick, "since we know we are going to be married and it is only a few months away, please let's do it! I want you to take off all of my clothes and love me good! I want to feel that big hard thing of yours deep down inside of me, in my little hot slit! Oh, have me, please, Jason, have me right this minute!"

At this very moment a hunting knife, thrown with unerring aim, buried itself to the hilt in Jason Forden's back, just as he was about to yield to his betrothed's plea to be fucked, the young surveyor had unbuttoned his breeches to liberate his prick. He uttered a choking little groan and lay very still. And before Estelle, almost swooning with her lust to be fucked, Black Wolf stood, his tomahawk brandished above her face, as he muttered in English, "No make sound or you die quick!"

Tanokee had crept round the thicket where Martha was hiding. At almost the same moment, he fell upon her, his left hand reaching under to press hard against her mouth, and the point of his sharp knife pricking the back of her neck, ordered with a sibilant hiss, "You come, you be quiet, or Tanokee kill now!"

The two sisters had fallen into the hands of the merciless renegade Cheyenne, the most dreaded of all the Indians along the rugged trail that led from the East to golden California!