Life was good in days gone by. I was a young Cree woman when my life began to take shape. Like many others, our tribe was where men hunted and fished for our existence.
Our land was beautiful but rugged. The winters were harsh and cold, but the summers were warm and beautiful.
I loved the smell of rain in the summer on the pines, the sun on my body warming me.
My father, Notha, was an elder in the tribe, and since I was an only child, he treated me like a young warrior boy. Others in the tribe hated this, and we had to move our family two times to different tribes.
My father and I would hunt and fish all day. He taught me the way of my people and even let me shoot his bow and arrow. I often thought I should have been born a boy.
The young warriors in my tribe were promised brides, and I was no different. My father promised what I thought was the strongest one. I knew he could provide for me and be a good match.
His father, Moosom, was the chief of our tribe, and my father sat on our tribe's council.
I grew to love Okimâwikosisân. He was to be our tribe's future chief. I wanted to prove to him I was worthy of being his wife. We hunted and fished together. I cleaned and cooked our catches. We would spend long afternoons together by the river, just talking and learning about each other's desires. His affection for me grew over time. The days were like a dream.
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As our wedding day approached, I worried that I could not satisfy his needs as a man. It was common practice for younger females to watch another couple as they made love.
Me and a few other females were invited to watch a couple make love.
The tipi was dark, and the only light coming in was from the fire burning in the center of the room. You could see their silhouettes on the tipi walls. I watched as she disrobed, followed by him disrobing. I had never seen a man's cock before so hard.
She lay back on some fur with her thighs parted in readiness. Without pause, he entered her love canal immediately. Her back arched, and her moans of pleasure filled the night air as he thrust his long cock in and out of her. I could see her glistening moistness dripping from her onto the furs. Her fingers dug deep into his back. I began to feel some moistness in my pussy, and my head started spinning. I was not sure what was happening to me. I touched myself, and my fingers danced around my vagina as I watched them make love. My body felt tingly as I brought pleasure to myself. I loved this feeling and wanted much more of it.
I watched him continue to push his cock into her, and suddenly, his face almost looked like he was in pain. One final push, and he let out a grunt. A grunt I had never heard before. He collapsed, panting next to her on the furs.
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I woke up the following day and ran to the creek to clean myself. I had all kinds of stickiness on my fingers and pussy. I went to my friend who I watched and asked what she felt as I watched her.
She said, "Kayahte, you will soon know the pleasure of love. The best thing I can tell you is you will always remember it."
As my wedding day approached, all I could think of was what I might feel like on the night of our wedding. Thinking about it made me moist every time.
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The day was here. The tribe was ready for the celebration, dressed in their best breechcloths. The men wore their finest headdresses, and the women wore their best dresses covered by the breechcloth. It was the biggest of days for me and the tribe, as the future chief was to be married.
We feasted on fresh deer meat and vegetables we had grown. The fire grew huge, filling the night with light and the scent of pines burning.
The tribe did their traditional dance as we watched by the fire. The holy man came to us and pointed to our altar. We were married under it, and the celebration began.
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Okimâwikosisân grabbed my hand and pointed to our tipi. I knew the time had come for me to become a woman. He pushed aside the cloth that covered the door and pointed to the furs in the middle of the room.
He looked at me and said, "Kayahte, these furs are for us." I could feel moistness already starting to build up in my pussy.
Looking into each other's eyes, I think we knew our first kiss was about to happen. He leaned in, holding me as we kissed. I wanted this moment to last forever.
He gently took my hand and led me to the furs, looking at me, seeking my approval. I am sure my eyes said yes, and my lips whispered in silence their approval. I slowly took off my breechcloth, exposing my ample breasts and virgin pussy. Okimâwikosisân looked at me like I was a fresh piece of buffalo, which meant that he could not wait to taste it.
I laid back on the fur in readiness, exposing my wetness. He crawled to my pussy and buried his face into me. With his warm breath sending tingles throughout my lithe body. Swirling his tongue in a circular motion around my labia, I raised my hips and began grinding against him. Reaching my clit with his playful tongue tasting me.
I was letting out moans of pleasure, and all I wanted was his manhood in me. He slid towards me, pushing his hard cock in my mouth. I loved the feeling of his manhood in my mouth. I tasted the salty sweat of his cock as he pumped in and out of my mouth. He moved back down and slowly slid his cock into me, sending me into an instant orgasm. Rocking back and forth, I began purring. Tongues tangled as we made love. With each stroke in me, it was like being sent to heaven with pleasure. I wanted this to last forever. With one final push, I felt his goo in me, running out onto the furs.
We did this again two more times later that night, each time being better than the first.
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My life with Okimâwikosisân grew better day by day. I wondered why I was so blessed to have this life.
One day in the fall, this changed in just a few short minutes.
I was down by the river when I heard gunshots ring out all through the forest. I ran back to our tipi to find the white men attacking our tribe. First, I saw my father lying dead next to my mother, all covered in blood, as shots continued to ring out. I ran to the center of all our tipis to see Okimâwikosisân lying dead next to his father. I suddenly felt the butt of a gun hit me on the head, knocking me to the ground. I felt my head, and blood was coming out.
I passed out, and as I awoke, I saw my young female friends being tied up and put into a wagon. I tried to get up but fell back down and passed out. When I finally woke up, all I saw was the slaughter of my people.
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I gathered myself as best as I could and ran to the bodies of my mother and father. I wept over them for what seemed like an eternity. I grabbed my father's weapons and then ran to where Okimâwikosisân lay. My tears turned to hate for these murderous white men. I thought to myself, I will have my revenge. There were a few of my tribe left alive by these murderers, mostly the older women and young children. I yelled out to those alive, vowing my revenge. I jumped on one of the ponies and started tracking these men. Following their tracks, I soon found Keegsquaw, my best friend. She was covered in blood and left for dead. I shook her awake, and when she saw me, she hugged me like she would never let go. I tended to her wounds as best as I could. I then told her my revenge mission, and she wanted the same.
