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It was Olga Schultz's first anniversary,
but she didn't expect her husband to remember or even to speak to her that
hot August day in 1844.
Olga Svenson had married the German merchant in her home town of Tromso,
Norway. He was 35 years her senior, but her parents insisted he could
provide for her better than the young Norwegian boys in Tromso with no
prospects. Olga followed her parents wishes and married the stern faced
old man.
On their wedding night, he made a feeble attempt to make love to her and
failed. Since that night he had not touched her and rarely spoke to her.
He emigrated to the United States, bringing her with him. Olga was sure
this was so she could never tell anyone back home what had happened, or
rather not happened in their marital bed
So one year later, Olga is on the far western end of Minnesota. Her
husband is homesteading 100 acres of farm land. From her home above the
arctic circle, Minnesota seemed like the tropics. The August heat was too
much for her to bear along with a loveless, sexless marriage that day.
Heinrich had left at dawn to continue plowing the primordial sod, as he
had everyday since their sod house was finished. Olga decided that since
she was the only one that would remember their anniversary, she would be
the only one to celebrate. She felt that she would begin by taking a bath
to beat the oppressive heat. Living in the wilderness she did not feel
compelled to wear all of the layers of clothing that polite society
considered proper in the 19th century. She left the house for the nearby
river wearing only a light cotton gingham dress.
She picked her way through the scrubby trees near the river down to the
water's edge. Being a Norwegian girl, used to sauna baths with family and
friends, it never worried her that someone may be watching. She swept off
her dress and hung it on a branch, kicked off her shoes and dove into the
cool river.
Olga felt her nipples crinkle up from the cool water, and this brought her
mind to her need. Life in northern Norway was not like so much of
Victorian Europe. Although Christianity had finally made it to the land of
the Norse a bare 3 centuries before, it hadn't been taken so seriously in
the far northern areas where she was raised. Old men were still heard to
swear oaths "By Odin". Her family and everyone she knew lived off the land
and the sea, and moved with it's rhythms. When the rhythm of puberty had
found her and her male peers, they felt no hesitation in exploring each
other. So Olga had enjoyed the pleasures of the male body, and yearned for
them again.
She swam to a rock in waist deep water and sat
on the smooth stone. Olga leaned back on her elbows and let the sun dry
her. As she sat naked in the sun she began to wonder, "Why couldn't
Heinrich try again?" goodness knows, at this point she would take whatever
she could get. Olga mulled that thought over, she would take a lover if
there had been anyone living within 20 miles of them.
She opened her eyes and looked down her body, at her firm breasts with
tight, hard, pink nipples. Between her breasts down to the honey blonde
fluff between her legs. Olga sat up and held her breasts in her hands, the
sun had warmed her, but the points were still so hard they ached. She
squeezed the soft warm flesh, remembering what it was like to be touched
by a man. She plucked at her nipples.
Oh, that was good. Olga knew she had to touch herself, "By Odin, somebody
has to!" she reasoned. With that her right hand slipped between her legs.
She began slowly, lightly stroking herself. As she began to feel slippery,
her caress became more focused and firmer. With her other hand, Olga
inserted a finger, thrusting it in and out and grunting. She was lost in
thought. In her fantasy Erik, her neighbor in Tromso, had mounted her and
was pounding at her in a rutting frenzy. Olga was gasping, eyes pinched
shut. She felt as if she would soon burst. She strained toward it... and
then.....in a rush... the relief came.
Olga leaned back again panting to catch her breath. When the glow of her
orgasm faded she felt sad, sad that the only
delight in her body she brought herself. Olga stood up and came out of the
river. She pulled the cotton dress over her head, then she turned around
to look for her shoes and gasped.
She was looking straight at a Lakota warrior, not 3 feet in front of her.
He handed her shoes to her and motioned for her to put them on. Olga did
as she was bid. She had never seen what the people in town referred to as
an "Indian" before, but she had heard all manner of horrible stories. If
they were to be believed, she would be raped, scalped, and possibly eaten.
When she had her shoes on the man took her by the arm and led her toward a
horse. Olga struggled, she screamed, all to no avail. The strong brown
man, wearing only a loincloth, forced her onto his horse and seated
himself behind her. He spoke in his language to his right and another
warrior on horseback answered and off they went at a trot toward the west.
Olga had no idea what to expect. She had not been harmed, and no weapons
had been brandished. On the other hand, she wasn’t given any choice in
coming with them. They rode off over the river and on into country that
Olga had never seen before.
After an hour or so Olga began to think about what was happening. She
doubted they intended to kill her out right, if that was their intent they
would have done so by now. So what did they want with her? Well, she
thought, they are men, she thought it more likely they wanted her for sex
than for food.
Much as Olga yearned for a man, she had no desire to be taken by force. So
how could she prevent it? She thought “They want sex. I want sex. All I
need to do is to convey to him that force is not necessary, that I will
give myself to him and he need not use violence. This may work out”
Olga began to form a plan. First, she reasoned, I need to get into the
mood. She closed her eyes and thought back to the feelings she had at the
river. She became aware of the movement of the horse under her. She found
if she leaned forward just slightly the bounce of the horse’s gait sent a
jolt up from her groin. She focused on the size and power of the animal
between her legs, the rhythmic impact against her. Olga began to hum
nearly silently to herself.
When she felt a little less afraid and a little bit aroused, she leaned
back against the nearly naked man behind her. He looked down at her
questioningly. Olga hummed a little louder and scooted her hips forward
till her crotch rubbed against the horses withers. She groaned softly and
lay her head back on the man’s bare shoulder. The warrior reached up and
cupped her breasts in his hands. At this she moaned loud enough for both
riders to hear it. Her nipples perked up and shown though the thin fabric
of her dress.
The other rider spoke a few words and her rider chuckled and squeezed her
breasts gently. Olga groaned deeply, and thought “That’s it, no need to be
rough, you can have it without that”
He let go of her right breast and reached to a pouch at his belt. A few
seconds later he offered a piece of dried meat to her. Olga took it in her
mouth from his hand, sucking sensuously on his
fingers for a few seconds.
Olga saw the clump of trees in a small valley in the distance, she knew
that on the prairie, this indicated another river. As they approached her
rider spoke again to his companion. She knew that soon she would have to
make good on the promise of her provocative behavior.
This prospect sent a thrill through her. “A young, strong man, full of
desire...” She thought to herself. Then it occurred to her, “There are TWO
men! What if.....?” Olga was surprised to find that she was not only not
frightened by the idea, but even more excited.
“I wonder which of them will take me first?” she thought. She hoped it
would be the one she had come to think of as “her rider” as they had
already shared some intimacy, and he had shown that he could be gentle
with her.
They rode down into the valley, though the trees and stopped near a deep
pool in the river. Her rider hopped down and helped her off the horse. He
took a length of rawhide rope and tied her wrists together. Olga was
dismayed, hadn’t she made it clear she was willing?
He held the long end of the rope and took a buffalo robe off his horse
spreading it at the foot of a tree. He motioned for her to sit. When she
did, he tied her wrists to the tree above her. Olga began to be frighted,
but then realized that she was not tied in a position to be used sexually.
Not yet anyway.
The men walked down to the river and stripped off what little they were
wearing and waded into the river. Olga began to understand, they wished to
be clean for her. She smiled and watched the two muscular, naked men swim
about.
As they stood and walked out of the water, she could not help but look at
their groins. Both men had impressive equipment. Olga smiled even wider,
her year of celibacy was about to come to a spectacular end!
Her rider walked up to her. Standing right in front of her, his crotch was
at eye level as he untied her. Olga looked directly at his penis, she saw
beads of water glistening in his pubic hair. Aware of her gaze, he stood
still and let her look as his member began to rise. Olga took him in her
hands when she was freed. The shaft grew and hardened rapidly as she
stroked it.
Olga wondered about the other rider, did he intend to watch them? She
supposed it didn’t matter, it was no secret what was going to happen. She
couldn’t see the other man as her view was limited to her rider’s large,
pulsing erection.
He put his hands on her head and brought her face closer. Olga had heard
whispered stories from her girlfriends about women that did that, but
no-one had ever indicated that he wanted or expected her to take him in
her mouth. She had never tried, but she thought she had best not
disappoint. She opened her mouth and took in as much of him as she could
sitting at his feet. He groaned deeply, and began to thrust slowly in and
out of her mouth.
The thrusting motion reminded Olga of what she was looking forward to, and
she groaned back at him and began to suck. Her rider put his hands on her
shoulders and directed her to turn until he was leaning against the tree.
She followed, keeping her lips around him as they moved. His hands
returned to her head when he was in place and he guided her to bob her
head up and down on his shaft. Olga found she enjoyed sucking him. He was
hard and hot in her mouth and she knew that sooner or later that hot
hardness would enter her and fulfill her need completely.
He began to sit down in front of her and Olga followed again, ending up on
her hands and knees. Her riders head was thrown back against the tree, he
moaned again and spoke a few words in his language. Olga had no idea what
his meaning was, but she was sure he was pleased with what she was doing,
so she continued.
Suddenly she felt her dress being lifted up over her bare rump. She made a
startled noise around her rider’s erection. He held her head in place and
said something in a soft, soothing tone. Once again Olga had no idea what
was said, but this time she knew that it was her he was speaking to. From
the tone, she gathered the meaning was roughly, “Don’t be scared honey. We
won’t hurt you”. She began to understand that her men would be sharing her
at the same time. Once again she found herself amazed that the previously
unimaginable idea seemed very exciting.
The other rider stoked her buttocks and then reached between her legs. He
was as gentle as her rider, and Olga relaxed and began to enjoy his touch.
She bobbed her head faster on her rider and made little whimpering noises
around his stiff shaft. Olga’s wetness slicked the other rider’s fingers.
He slipped one inside her and she squealed. He found a place inside, she
didn’t know what or where but it made her start to buck back against his
hand.
Now! Olga thought. Then she spoke it aloud. She took her mouth off the man
in front of her and said in a breathless, pleading tone, “Now! Please
NOW!” Her rider spoke to his companion again and was answered by a leering
laugh.
Olga might have been offended had she not felt the man rise up behind her
and insert himself. “Yes!” she screamed and bucked back against him hard,
taking him to the root in a powerful thrust. He gripped her hips and began
a rapid, pounding rhythm.
Her rider guided her back to his pole and Olga took him deep in her mouth.
She made a constant stream of whimpers, moans and squeals around the hard
flesh in her mouth. She began to stroke with her mouth in the rhythm of
the man that was taking her so beautifully from behind.
Olga was lost, she wanted to be taken forever by these men,
to ride them and drown in their sperm. That thought brought to her
mind that her rider was thrusting up at her mouth, tensing up. She knew
that soon she would taste him. He tangled his fingers in her blonde hair.
Olga felt him twitching in her mouth. He groaned loudly and began to blast
his hot fluid into her mouth.
With a large gulp, Olga swallowed his seed. Then she lay her head on his
thigh and began bucking back to meet the thrusts into her. She cried out
her joy to the sky. The man held her tightly and drove himself at her.
Olga felt it coming. The sweet release. She gasped and rammed back at him
as he hammered into her. Olga pleaded “Don’t stop! Oh PLEASE don’t stop!”
Two more powerful thrusts and she felt herself clutch at him. She howled.
As she gasped for breath, the man pulled out of her quickly and spun her
around, pulling her mouth to him. Olga sucked him in, slick with the
liquid of her joy. Instantly his sperm filled her mouth and Olga swallowed
it as before.
Olga collapsed on the buffalo robe, gasping for breath. She felt hot and
flushed, so she pulled her dress off the rest of the way. She looked at
the men, they looked at her seemingly fascinated. Forgetting that they did
not truly understand each other, Olga said, “Oh my two handsome warriors,
that was lovely, but it’s been far too long for me, and that wasn’t nearly
enough!”
The men look at her with puzzled expressions. It was them Olga remember
that communication was more a show and tell affair between them. So how
could she show them that she needed more? She leaned back on the furry
hide and spread her legs wide. She began to stroke her sex again as she
had done at the river.
The one Olga called “her rider” began to stroke her thighs. She moaned and
smiled. Her rider then began following his hands with his tongue. “Oooooo!”
she responded.
The other rider sat cross legged and lay her head back in his lap. Just
then her rider reached the apex of her thighs. As Olga felt his tongue
stroke her, she lost all her breath. She had never even heard rumors about
this. He meant to pleasure her with his mouth as she had done for him?
The sensation was overwhelming. It was so good, Olga could think of
nothing but the wet warm tongue moving over her. She tangled her fingers
in his long black hair, just as he had done to her. Now she understood.
Olga held him tight to her. She looked down and saw his nose buried in her
pubic hair. She started to rock her hips up to his mouth. He stroked
faster and more firmly.
Olga began grunting with each thrust of her hips. The other man pinched
her nipples lightly and Olga cried out. Just then her rider penetrated her
with a finger. Her hips jerked in spasms and she wailed out her pleasure.
She pulled him up by her grip on his hair till they were face to face.
Olga kissed him and tasted herself on his lips. Her rider was confused at
first, as kissing was just as new to him as what he had just done was to
Olga. He responded with similar enthusiasm though.
With her head still lying in the other mans lap, her rider shifted his
hips slightly and entered her. Olga groaned into her riders mouth and
wrapped her legs around his waist. She would not be denied at the last
minute this time, this time she would make sure he emptied himself into
her.
They broke their kiss and Olga looked up over his shoulder with shining
eyes into the face of the man that still cradled her head in his lap. Her
rider began a slow, grinding pace. She pulled him down into her with her
legs on each in stroke. “Oh yessss!” she hissed.
It was a grueling dance. Having climaxed twice already, Olga was primed
and felt as if she where a great wave crashing against the rocks back home
on the North Sea. She had known men before, but never anything like this.
The sensation began to flow through her, with no beginning and no ending..
He seemed able to ride her for hours.
Olga was senseless, she had no knowledge of anything except the men
holding her, taking her. She reached up and pulled the other rider down to
kiss her. He had watched his companion do this and seemed to have the
idea.
Her riders pace quickened. Olga released the other rider and urged him on.
“Yes, give it to me!” she cried. “Fill me!” A growl rumbled up from his
chest and he splashed hotly inside her. Olga felt the flood overflow and
spill out of her as he collapsed on top of her.
Her rider kissed her with tenderness, and rolled off of her. At this point
Olga became aware that the other warrior had a firm erection resting
against her neck. “Oh, just one more.” she smiled to herself.
Olga turned over and took the stiff phallus in her mouth. To her left the
man who’s semen was still dripping out of her, lay exhausted. Olga pushed
the warrior back till he lay flat with his penis straining up to her. She
quickly straddled him. With her right hand, she guided him into her sperm
slick depths.
She resumed the slow, grinding motion. Her lover was pined under her, he
bucked up but could not increase the pace. He could only submit to be
taken as Olga wanted. She giggled at this thought. A mere two hours ago
she wished only to avoid being forced, now she was taking this man
according to her will.
The brave, strong Lakota whimpered and made pleading noises. Olga smiled,
and leaned forward, thrusting her breasts into his face. The warrior began
to suckle her breast, this caused Olga to increase her speed rocking on
him.
His hands gripped her hips and urged her onward. Olga sat up and looked
down at him. His eyes were pinched shut and his face showed the strain.
She began to ride him like a horse at full gallop. Olga reached down and
touched herself again. In seconds she felt herself grip him inside her.
She threw back her head and screamed
He joined her cry and exploded within her. Olga felt as if she were
sitting atop a fountain., she thought surely he had erupted so hard she
would taste him again.
She fell forward and kissed him again. It was clear that she could get no
more from these men for the time being. Olga lay between her two lovers,
and smiled. She knew that on her next anniversary she would not want for
the touch of a man, or TWO, and she dosed off with that blissful smile on
her lips.
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