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Indian WinterChapter 9

Jake's mind gradually made the transition from, 'where am I?' to 'oh shit!' The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was a glaring shaft of sunlight through unfamiliar, orange drapes. It bore into his brain, he winced, and closed his eyes again. The next time he opened them they were a little clearer and he could make out some detail. He was on a sofa and his neck had a crick in it. On a far wall was a painting of Shiva and next to it, the Taj Mahal. A joss stick was burning in a...

Indian WinterChapter 10

The silver Audi sat concealed behind the pile of gravel. Wheel marks and discarded KFC packaging indicated the spot was well-known locally. Over the wire fence Sharmila could see Mary's cottage, nestled contentedly in her half acre of manicured grounds. A light was on in the lounge and another, she thought, was probably the kitchen. This was the country and the couple paid little attention to pulling curtains closed. Earlier, she'd seen Jake chopping wood by the side of the house. He was...

Indian WinterChapter 11

Jake collected Mary and Sharmila from the hospital about two in the afternoon. Mary brought her down in a wheelchair and they both assisted her into the back seat of the car. She clearly had great difficulty walking and Jake locked his arm around her for support. She asked to stop off at her apartment first to collect a few things. The stairs to the flash new apartment block were too much for Sharmila, so Mary and Jake volunteered to go on up and get the things she requested. While Mary...

Indian WinterChapter 12

Jake really didn't want to get up and face Sharmila. He felt foolish after last night, and the silliness. Things were moving into kinky directions and he was not sure what to make of it all. He, Mary and Sharmila had all but made out together with her listening to them teasing her through the wall. Mary was way ahead of him in sexual experience, but she'd been patient and understanding. He'd learned a few things from porno videos, but, he discovered, gave him a distorted view. In those...

Indian Family Secrets 1Chapter 2

When Haresh woke up, an hour so later, Simran was nestled up close beside him, fast asleep. He yawned and scratched his pubic hair feeling the hair all stuck together with cum, sweat and blood. He smiled as he remembered taking Simran's cherry. His cock hard with both lust and a need to piss... He untangled himself from Simran and walked slowly to the bathroom, naked. Simran woke as her brother got up, her sleepy eyes watched as he walked to the bathroom, her gaze fixed on his slim hard...

Indian Family Secrets 1Chapter 3

The next few months saw the family engage in a series of incestuous orgies in which everyone took part. Haresh and his father Prakash would take turns screwing Nandhi (his mother) and Simran (his sister) in almost every room of the mansion. The servant Priya, no doubt missed the regular fucking Haresh used to give her but concluded that Haresh was having his sexual needs taken care of by some high class girlfriend from college As a loyal and wise servant, she no longer wondered why Simran's...

Indian Fighters On To CaliforniaChapter 2

The train was shaking down very well, and Oscar White, the wagon master, was beginning to worry. He was a bit of a pessimist, a good thing in his job, so he was looking for ways for the wagon train to get into trouble. So far, the only thing he could see that could happen on the bad side was for there to be a major Comanche attack. He just hoped that the train would be ready when that happened. Two days later, he had a chance to find out. They were about to ford a river when Abigail came...

Indian Fighters On To CaliforniaChapter 3

Cissiee was never going to be a crack shot, but she didn't need to be. She could hit what she was aiming at, most of the time, as long as her target was within 25 feet and a big as a man. One of the problems was that Cissiee had to be careful when and where she practiced. Slaves would be killed on sight in Texas if they were seen to have a pistol, and having a "black" skin color was enough for most Whites to assume that the person in question was a slave. She would have to wait until they...

Indian Fighters On To CaliforniaChapter 4

Two days later, right after supper, Abe Samuel started looking very bashful. This was totally out of character for Abe, since he normally had full control of himself and whatever situation he was caught in. Somehow, Abigail could tell that this time was different. Abe approached Abigail very cautiously and in a timid voice, asked "Miss Abigail... I was hopin'... I wish... uh... will ya walk with me a few minutes?" "Shore I will, Abe. Where ya want ta go?" "Nowhere in particular, I...

Indian Fighters On To CaliforniaChapter 6

Oscar was pushing the wagon train as hard as he could in an effort to make up some of the lost time. The scout, Jim Baker, was well out in front of the train, looking for signs of Apaches, sink holes, and quicksand. Abigail's point position had been pushed out a little farther ahead of the train to fill in some of the void left by Jim's farther advanced position. As a result, Abigail was often out of sight of the lead elements of the main wagon train for as much as an hour at a time. It...

Indian Fighters Cock CutterChapter 4

John was afraid that they wouldn't be in business much longer if they couldn't find more Yaquis to fight. It was now nearly 2 weeks since their fight with the 4 Yaquis at the isolated ranch, and they'd had no action since then. They were actually getting bored with just riding around in the hot sun with nothing to show for their efforts. They had stopped in the shade to eat their sandwiches that Abigail had fixed that morning and finish the cold coffee that was left over from breakfast....

Indian Fighters White DeathChapter 4

When I was almost to the Comanche camp, I bent over in the saddle to take a closer look at what looked like some promising tracks. Thank the Lord! My luck was back and screaming at me to get myself in order. Just as I bent over, an arrow came swishing where my head had been. Naturally, that got my attention, and I looked about to try to spot the source of said arrow. To my left and just behind me were four Comanche warriors who were watching me and laughing like hell. Either they knew...

Indian Fighters White DeathChapter 5

Back in the bar, I picked up the gun that Horace had dropped. Damned if it wasn't another Starr DA in .44 caliber. This one was not converted to Henry ammunition, but I didn't care: I could afford to pay for the conversion, and I planned to visit the gunsmith the first thing the next morning to get him started on the job. I now had two of the Starr DAs in .44 caliber, and I could hardly wait to start using them. The next morning right after breakfast, I went by the gun shop to arrange for...

Indian VolleyballersChapter 2

The Boys Follow the Girls Home Rick and Jay were never able to get the memories of and feeling for Naina and Ritu out of their minds. They were soon communicating with the girls daily via email. Naina and Rick's messages soon became very romantic and sometimes explicit. After a month or so, they professed their love for each other. Jay and Ritu also expressed their love for one another during their email exchanges. During the past month, Ritu had frequently messaged Jay that she had been a...

Indian Fighters White DeathChapter 6

Martha Smith took one look at her husband, Jacob Smith, long enough to satisfy herself that he was indeed dead. She asked me to drive the buckboard into the field about 500 yards and to dump him for the coyotes and wild hogs to munch on. She promised to explain everything when I got back. Hell, this was worth doing just to hear the story of how somebody could be hated this much. It was getting kind of late in the day by now, and I wanted to leave for Oak Junction before dark. I just hated to...

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