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1 through F › Daniel Boone
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,049
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The Quest - Chapter 11
The Quest - Chapter 11
{Vicky is whispering to Adela softly “What a fine mess you’ve done now. Rebecca is asleep in Mingo’s river lodge after having experience an orgasm that like of which she never knew. My My. How to fix it all up now…….}
Mingo was dozing, exhausted from the over-erotism of the few hours. Yet, he was aware, as aware as hunters are when left in the forest, to their own device. So he shook himself fully awake, left the lodge and the sleeping naked delightful wife of his best friend Daniel and stepped in the river. The cool water revived him, cleaning his amazing organ and his whole amazing body as well.
He dressed quickly, checked on Rebecca sleeping form and left the small camp, going back toward Daniel and Jericho.
They were still entwined together, sleeping. But Daniel, himself a strong forest man, woke as soon as Mingo broke some branches to announce his arrival. He was a little confused, until, looking at himself, he remembered all and smiled at his tall (and amazingly) endearing Cherokee friend. He quickly fastened his pants, hoping to be able to dip himself in a river or a stream as soon as possible.
Daniel shook Jericho, while Mingo gathered the making of a fine fire, setting nice round piece of rocks to contain the flames.
Jericho blushed at first but smiled gleefully.
Mingo sat on a log once the flame were bright and said softly but with an amazing glorious voice “Do you want to go on listening to my vision, Daniel?”.
Daniel sat himself on the ground, his back on Mingo’s log, his arm and shoulder brushing against Mingo’s amazing strong thigh. He was tempted to caress said leg, but refrained himself and answered the Indian eagerly “Go on Mingo, I am listening.”
Jericho was still groggy. He laid himself down, on the other side of the fire, glancing furtively and yet with envy at the two friends. “I want to hear it too, Mingo.”
Mingo went on, having a sudden flash of the lovely visage of the Cherokee princess and the handsome white man who look so much like him.
“The princess was now completely laid on the bed, a sheet of satin covering her legs, nothing else. The large window was open and a soft fall breeze was making her breasts shiver. The white man walked proud in the room, looming over her, glancing at her with desire. He was shivering as well, but not from the wind. His excitement was from within.”
*****
“Princess of my heart, would you have me sing for you? How are the reasons of your heart? How much pleasure can I bring you?”
By the side of the bed, laid the remains of food and dishes, towels used to wipe fingers and body parts.
She smiled, in a very laconic way, and her eyes, dark and fiery, were eating him up alive.
He suddenly bent one knee by the side of the bed, the left side, where her heart was closer to his mouth. He opened his mouth very lightly and started to whisper to her beating organ a love song from ancient times.
He never once looked into her eyes, he simply stared at the space on her body where her heart was encased, safe, strongly making her the life being she was.
Her shivers increased and her need bloomed completely. He was not even touching her, blowing a murmur of words near her flesh. She bit her own hand to stop her wild screams. She never had an orgasm before without flesh touching flesh. The power of his voice, of his warm man-scented breath was such that she shrilled from within in deep pleasure agony.
He rose when he realized what he had done, very pleased with himself. His throbbing need exceeding even the rise of time.
She extended her small hand to him – inviting him to come to her, by opening her legs wide and ….
{Vicky is whispering to Adela softly “What a fine mess you’ve done now. Rebecca is asleep in Mingo’s river lodge after having experience an orgasm that like of which she never knew. My My. How to fix it all up now…….}
Mingo was dozing, exhausted from the over-erotism of the few hours. Yet, he was aware, as aware as hunters are when left in the forest, to their own device. So he shook himself fully awake, left the lodge and the sleeping naked delightful wife of his best friend Daniel and stepped in the river. The cool water revived him, cleaning his amazing organ and his whole amazing body as well.
He dressed quickly, checked on Rebecca sleeping form and left the small camp, going back toward Daniel and Jericho.
They were still entwined together, sleeping. But Daniel, himself a strong forest man, woke as soon as Mingo broke some branches to announce his arrival. He was a little confused, until, looking at himself, he remembered all and smiled at his tall (and amazingly) endearing Cherokee friend. He quickly fastened his pants, hoping to be able to dip himself in a river or a stream as soon as possible.
Daniel shook Jericho, while Mingo gathered the making of a fine fire, setting nice round piece of rocks to contain the flames.
Jericho blushed at first but smiled gleefully.
Mingo sat on a log once the flame were bright and said softly but with an amazing glorious voice “Do you want to go on listening to my vision, Daniel?”.
Daniel sat himself on the ground, his back on Mingo’s log, his arm and shoulder brushing against Mingo’s amazing strong thigh. He was tempted to caress said leg, but refrained himself and answered the Indian eagerly “Go on Mingo, I am listening.”
Jericho was still groggy. He laid himself down, on the other side of the fire, glancing furtively and yet with envy at the two friends. “I want to hear it too, Mingo.”
Mingo went on, having a sudden flash of the lovely visage of the Cherokee princess and the handsome white man who look so much like him.
“The princess was now completely laid on the bed, a sheet of satin covering her legs, nothing else. The large window was open and a soft fall breeze was making her breasts shiver. The white man walked proud in the room, looming over her, glancing at her with desire. He was shivering as well, but not from the wind. His excitement was from within.”
*****
“Princess of my heart, would you have me sing for you? How are the reasons of your heart? How much pleasure can I bring you?”
By the side of the bed, laid the remains of food and dishes, towels used to wipe fingers and body parts.
She smiled, in a very laconic way, and her eyes, dark and fiery, were eating him up alive.
He suddenly bent one knee by the side of the bed, the left side, where her heart was closer to his mouth. He opened his mouth very lightly and started to whisper to her beating organ a love song from ancient times.
He never once looked into her eyes, he simply stared at the space on her body where her heart was encased, safe, strongly making her the life being she was.
Her shivers increased and her need bloomed completely. He was not even touching her, blowing a murmur of words near her flesh. She bit her own hand to stop her wild screams. She never had an orgasm before without flesh touching flesh. The power of his voice, of his warm man-scented breath was such that she shrilled from within in deep pleasure agony.
He rose when he realized what he had done, very pleased with himself. His throbbing need exceeding even the rise of time.
She extended her small hand to him – inviting him to come to her, by opening her legs wide and ….