The Quest
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,045
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The Quest - Chapter 7
Chapter 7
“Mingo, what are you talking about? All I know at this point is this superb quest and vision of yours is making me incredibly hard and something’s got to be done about it. If you won’t help me, you, my redskin brother, what can be done? We are alone here, with your words making my need grow.”
As Daniel Boone explained his predicament to Mingo, a noise was heard on the trail behind them. Both men turned and quick-witted that they always are lifted their rifles in the same smooth motion. Daniel was very uncomfortable in his trouser, which were made tight by a large and thick portion of his anatomy showing his need.
Jericho was behind them, smiling.
“Daniel, Mingo, nice to see you here.” he acknowledged them both, “How you doing? Fancy meeting you both here.”
Daniel smiled back, a feral grin on his face.
“I’m listening to Mingo’s vision. He went on a quest last week.” told Daniel to the handsome young man, who was looking more handsome by the minute to the Kentuckian.
“Daniel suddenly got this need that you might help him with, while I continued the story. Do you want to help Daniel, Jericho?” asked the Cherokee to the rather hot and handsome young man.
Eager to please as always, the young man quickly nodded and sheepishly asked “What can I do to help?”
Mingo waved Jericho to sit down on a log, and slowly Daniel approached him. Daniel had his right hand on his groin, stroking himself through the soft buckskin leather on his body. He came groin to mouth, toward Jericho, and swiftly removed his pants. Jericho smiled and lifting both hands tighten them around the amazing shaft in his face.
Mingo smiled as well and went on with his vision.
“The white man shook himself awake, and the vision of a native warrior disappeared from his mind. On his chest, laid the dark-skinned woman; she was slowly blowing warm air on his skin while stroking his right arm with her left hand. Her right hand was slowly traveling toward his navel, tickling and teasing, her way. As her mouth started to move toward his neck, she started to lick and bite sensually all she could reach.”
Jericho listened to Mingo (amazing) voice, heard the rasp in his voice, and kept on stroking Daniel (enticing) shaft faster and faster. Daniel took one little step closer to Jericho seated form, grabbed his wild dark hair in both hands and pushed his (enticing) hard erect shaft into the young man mouth all the way in, in one smooth push. Jericho didn’t even gag, or back down. He simply closed his mouth tightly, his eyes on Mingo, urging him in his mind to talk some more. His throat constricted with every motion from Daniel, his tongue tried constantly to produce enough saliva for both their comfort and pleasure, Daniel keep on caressing his hair, his temple, his ears and whimpering fairly loudly.
“As their mouth meet, the white man and the Cherokee woman slowly started a dance on the bed. He lifted her upon his body, to make them feel a closeness that would melt their bodies into a single person.”
“Come here, sweet honey, come here.”
He kissed her, deeper and deeper, sucking her tongue, tasting the chocolate and strawberry still lingering and giving her mouth and breathe a sweet sensation of delight.
Then he turned her again, laid her back down on the red sheet and pushing himself back, and simply looked at her. Deep into her eyes, he saw the forest’s trail, three man, three tall men, one of them the Indian native, two of them deep in sexual pleasure, the tallest one pushing his own penis deep into the throat of a young one. The more he looked into her eyes, the more details he saw of the forest’s scene and the more his own excitement grew.
She smelled so good, she was so willing, open and in need herself; she was shivering, expecting now more of him, after the quickie and the few moments of rest to replenish his energy.
He grabbed one more strawberry from the bowl, covered it entirely with chocolate, dipping two of his fingers in the warm melted chocolate and without warning covered her mound with a huge gulp of his chocolate … he smiled at her, hearing her nervous cooing and put the strawberry in his mouth. He winked at her, in mischief and still swallowing the fruit, started to lick the chocolate off her.
She grabbed the sheet, his hair, his shoulder and her legs shivering open herself completely to his attention.
“Mingo, what are you talking about? All I know at this point is this superb quest and vision of yours is making me incredibly hard and something’s got to be done about it. If you won’t help me, you, my redskin brother, what can be done? We are alone here, with your words making my need grow.”
As Daniel Boone explained his predicament to Mingo, a noise was heard on the trail behind them. Both men turned and quick-witted that they always are lifted their rifles in the same smooth motion. Daniel was very uncomfortable in his trouser, which were made tight by a large and thick portion of his anatomy showing his need.
Jericho was behind them, smiling.
“Daniel, Mingo, nice to see you here.” he acknowledged them both, “How you doing? Fancy meeting you both here.”
Daniel smiled back, a feral grin on his face.
“I’m listening to Mingo’s vision. He went on a quest last week.” told Daniel to the handsome young man, who was looking more handsome by the minute to the Kentuckian.
“Daniel suddenly got this need that you might help him with, while I continued the story. Do you want to help Daniel, Jericho?” asked the Cherokee to the rather hot and handsome young man.
Eager to please as always, the young man quickly nodded and sheepishly asked “What can I do to help?”
Mingo waved Jericho to sit down on a log, and slowly Daniel approached him. Daniel had his right hand on his groin, stroking himself through the soft buckskin leather on his body. He came groin to mouth, toward Jericho, and swiftly removed his pants. Jericho smiled and lifting both hands tighten them around the amazing shaft in his face.
Mingo smiled as well and went on with his vision.
“The white man shook himself awake, and the vision of a native warrior disappeared from his mind. On his chest, laid the dark-skinned woman; she was slowly blowing warm air on his skin while stroking his right arm with her left hand. Her right hand was slowly traveling toward his navel, tickling and teasing, her way. As her mouth started to move toward his neck, she started to lick and bite sensually all she could reach.”
Jericho listened to Mingo (amazing) voice, heard the rasp in his voice, and kept on stroking Daniel (enticing) shaft faster and faster. Daniel took one little step closer to Jericho seated form, grabbed his wild dark hair in both hands and pushed his (enticing) hard erect shaft into the young man mouth all the way in, in one smooth push. Jericho didn’t even gag, or back down. He simply closed his mouth tightly, his eyes on Mingo, urging him in his mind to talk some more. His throat constricted with every motion from Daniel, his tongue tried constantly to produce enough saliva for both their comfort and pleasure, Daniel keep on caressing his hair, his temple, his ears and whimpering fairly loudly.
“As their mouth meet, the white man and the Cherokee woman slowly started a dance on the bed. He lifted her upon his body, to make them feel a closeness that would melt their bodies into a single person.”
“Come here, sweet honey, come here.”
He kissed her, deeper and deeper, sucking her tongue, tasting the chocolate and strawberry still lingering and giving her mouth and breathe a sweet sensation of delight.
Then he turned her again, laid her back down on the red sheet and pushing himself back, and simply looked at her. Deep into her eyes, he saw the forest’s trail, three man, three tall men, one of them the Indian native, two of them deep in sexual pleasure, the tallest one pushing his own penis deep into the throat of a young one. The more he looked into her eyes, the more details he saw of the forest’s scene and the more his own excitement grew.
She smelled so good, she was so willing, open and in need herself; she was shivering, expecting now more of him, after the quickie and the few moments of rest to replenish his energy.
He grabbed one more strawberry from the bowl, covered it entirely with chocolate, dipping two of his fingers in the warm melted chocolate and without warning covered her mound with a huge gulp of his chocolate … he smiled at her, hearing her nervous cooing and put the strawberry in his mouth. He winked at her, in mischief and still swallowing the fruit, started to lick the chocolate off her.
She grabbed the sheet, his hair, his shoulder and her legs shivering open herself completely to his attention.