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By the next morning, Susan was ready to call it a night. We had fucked so many times that her cunt was so sore that she could hardly walk. I'll have to admit that I was a bit abraded, too, but I damned sure didn't mind! Well, I didn't know when I would fuck again, but there had to be a few hours delay, at least.
We kind of staggered in to breakfast, and the rest of the women teased us both unmercifully, though they did concentrate their attention on Susan. I did notice Becky making eyes at me, but I didn't think much about it. Becky looked like she couldn't be a day over 12, but she steadfastly claimed to be 16. She was as cute as the proverbial bug in a rug, and I was fascinated by her.
Well, all that aside, I had work to do. There was a problem with some of the fences that needed looking into. After breakfast, I gathered up the tools and loaded them into a buckboard. Becky knew where the worst problems were, so she volunteered to help me. It really was a two-man job, so I was glad to have her company. We spent the day together repairing the fence and sharing some well intentioned banter, though most of it was leaning toward a sexual nature. I swear, I began to think that Becky was horny.
That night, I slept alone, and I have to admit that I did miss Susan's company, but I also have to admit that my cock did need the rest. It was still a little sore from all that rubbing. That night, I slept like I was completely sated, though I really didn't know what that was at the time. I slept so soundly that it would have taken a dynamite explosion's worth of good news to wake me, but I would have been instantly alert at the merest hint of bad tidings.
The next day was taken up with some repairs to the barn, and, again, Becky was the one to help me. I never suspected a thing—I just enjoyed the company. A 14-year-old boy sure can be naïve at times!
We had a swimming hole near the house, and we also used that as a bathtub whenever the weather permitted. Well, this was the perfect weather for it, so Becky and I took advantage of the place just before supper. There was sort of a secluded area shielded by bushes where one could bath in privacy, and the women usually used it at that time of the month, so I didn't think anything about it when Becky went there to bathe. I had my own place so that I, too, could bathe in private, and I took advantage of that.
We got dressed and went in to supper. I kind of lost track of Becky, so I ain't sure exactly when she disappeared, but everybody was headed to bed by 8:30. I went to my little house and headed straight for my bedroom. Man, was I in for a surprise! There was my bed turned down and Becky was lying in it, naked as a jay-bird, and with a grin running from ear to ear.
It didn't take me long to figure out what was going on, so I shed my clothes and nearly jumped into bed, I was in such a hurry. We went through much of the same exercises as I had with Susan, so it was a satisfying, but not very restful, night. Becky, too, walked bowlegged the next morning.
Well, that was the story of my next month and a half at Joy, and the place was well named! Every other night, I had a new visitor, and we went through the whole learning experience all over again. It truly was a learning experience, because I found every woman to be different in her own way, but every one well worth getting to know. By the time it was over with, the women were overheard to say that I was so good at pleasing a woman that I could go into the male-whore business and retire within a year! I don't know if I was that good, but the women sure appeared to like me. In fact, every one of them came back for seconds and thirds whenever I was at Joy.
I had been away from my Apache village for about a year, and I was really homesick. I couldn't take it any longer and just had to visit. I rode in and noticed a change in the atmosphere. After the usual greetings with my extended family and friends, I asked Gray Eagle what was going on.
"The Whites are putting pressure on us to move to the reservation, even though we own this property and have deeds to prove it. There have been some fights, though no bloodshed, yet. However, this can't keep going the way it is—somebody is going to die and very soon!
"Cyrus Harkins is behind it all. He can't forget that his only son died at the hands of an Indian from this village, plus, I think that he has found a way to make some money by driving us off and claiming the land for his own. I don't know what it is he has found, but you know how money is the great driving force behind most of the evil that White men do."
"It looks like I will have to go after Harkins sooner than I expected. I had planned to wait a couple more years before taking him on, but I guess that now is the time. Is he still living in Perkins Bluff?"
"Yes, he is. But, remember, you have to kill him in a regular duel. Simple murder will do more harm than good."
"Oh, Yes, I remember. I will go into town tomorrow and start looking for him."
I turned away, as was polite when ending a conversation, and bumped into a bevy of the maidens of the village. One woman/girl appeared to have been appointed spokesperson for the group. She said, "White Wolf, we are tired of waiting on you and listening to your excuses. Starting tonight, you WILL spend the night in one of our huts. We have all heard of your adventures, and we are not willing to let your luck escape our village again. We know that you are not ready to settle down and marry, and we will accept that, but you must start fathering children as soon as possible. We are under pressure as a people and we need a token of your luck in our village to help us."
"OK, I understand your concern. As long as I am here and am able, I will visit one woman per night to try to knock up as many as I can. But what do the men think of this?"
"Don't worry about the men. They will do as they are told in this special case. Any one will be honored to raise your son, so a woman who bore your son will always be honored as among the luckiest women alive. Now, choose one of us for tonight."
"No, you must choose among yourselves. The first woman I chose would be raised above the others, and that would not be fair. Instead, you come to a joint decision and tell me who she is. I will visit her hut tonight after supper."
"That is an excellent idea, worthy of the man we think you are. We'll contact you soon after supper."
Gray Eagle was standing nearby and walked up to me. "Well, White Wolf, I heard the discussion, and I must say that you made a wise decision. The women were not to be denied this time. I have seen this coming for months. I agree with the women. Your luck cannot be allowed to die out. Now that the women understand that they are not trying to capture a husband, but are trying to help the village, we will all be happier. I hope that you can knock up several of the women before you leave us, again."
With a benediction from the head man, how could I go wrong? Morning Dove was my first woman, and both of us were a little nervous. I was debating how much of what I had learned from Susan and the other women I should use, but I decided to stay with convention, unless Morning Dove wanted to experiment. She did want to try the traditional position with her on her knees and me behind her, but she also wanted to try it with her on her back, the way the missionaries were pushing for. We tried both positions, and we liked both positions, so nothing was settled. The way it worked out, we did two times in the traditional fashion and two times in the missionary position, so I guess the contest was even. I was deemed to be an adequate performer, so I passed the test. It was well that I was young, so that I could perform that many times in one night.
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