Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2007 02:48:46 -0600
From: nickwhatever@juno.com
Subject: Presidential Privileges Part Fifteen

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Chapter Fifteen

1874; the Great Plains in territory that would be North Dakota;

	An Sioux brave was kneeled between the outstretched legs of a white man
sprawled nude upon the hide covered floor of a teepee.  The brave looked
at the muscled back of the white man with long thick blonde hair flowing
over his broad shoulders.  The brave was larger in frame, with broader
shoulders, thick veiny guns and pecs that seemed plateaus overlooking abs
so ripped they contorted in a wave as he bent a bit and gently splayed
his large red hands upon the white man's shoulders.  Gently moving his
hands and fingers in a kneading motion, the brave traced and caressed
every ridge and cut of white muscled back, shoulders and arms.  The white
man sighed in pleasure as the hands worked down his back to his trim
waist.
	The brave was silent as his hands memorized the white man's form,
formulating what was to come.  His own long dark glossy hair fanned his
angular handsome face as he gazed at the white creamy glutes that jutted
just below the white man's waist.  His hands clasped the hard glutes,
palming the cheeks, kneading them rhythmically as they dimpled and
clenched at the contact.  He pulled the cheeks a bit and revealed the
man's quivering pink ring.  The brave felt his cock surge within his
leather pants.  Lifting his hands a moment, he pulled the drawstring at
his waist and loosened the garment.  Hauling his thick 10 inch cock free,
it surged to full length pulling the foreskin back tightly.  His cock
head pulsed hotly and the veins that crisscrossed his shaft pumped
powerfully with blood.  He jutted his hips a bit, rubbing the length
along the valley of the two jutting globes.  The white man murmured lowly
and sighed.  The brave would teach this man who was the more powerful
warrior.


Fort Abraham Lincoln,
the Northern Great Plains.

	Elizabeth Bacon Custer was enjoying afternoon tea with 'Mrs.' Hamilton.
The Company A Laundress had recently lost her husband, Captain Lewis
McClean Hamilton in battle and Libbie wished to express her sympathies.
Despite the rumors concerning Mrs. Hamilton, Libbie enjoyed her company.
She was an excellent laundress and wonderful cook.  Whatever 'her'
origins were, Mrs. Custer respected the 'lady'.
	"How have you been coping?"  She smiled thoughtfully.
	Mrs. Hamilton replied in the usual baritone voice.  "As well as can be
expected."
	Libbie nodded.  "Although it is not quite the same thing, I do
understand the longing you must feel."
	Mrs. Hamilton sipped her tea thoughtfully.  Libbie's husband, General
Custer, had been the first to discover her 'nature.'  His shock
eventually led to acceptance and then to curiosity.  She shifted in her
seat and her cock stirred beneath her petticoats at the memory of
Custer's hard shaft thrusting up her arse.
	"How long will the General be away?"  Libbie was eager to feel the
General's hard cock pumping into her again.
	Libbie placed her cup upon the saucer on the table and waved her hands.
She was oblivious to her husband's assignations with Mrs. Hamilton.  "I'm
uncertain.  That all depends on Washington."  She sighed.  "I so do wish
he hadn't been designated to deal with the barbarians.  Hopefully he will
bring culture to these savages."
	Mrs. Hamilton raised her brows in irony as she sipped her tea.


The Great Plains of What would be South Dakota;

	In a Sioux village George Armstrong Custer was sprawled naked on his
stomach across the buffalo hide covered floor of a teepee.  A leather
strap was roughly held between clenched teeth while he breathed deeply
through his nose.
	"Mmmm," Custer murmured and withered his hips against the soft leather,
his thick uncut cock rock hard and smashed between his muscular thigh and
the soft fur.  "Ughh," he grunted and gyrated his hips. He lifted his
hips to meet the rough thrusts against his hard buttocks.
	The Indian brave poised over him roughly thrust and rocked his hips
down, his thick red veiny cock stretching the white man's tight clinging
pink butt ring.  The brave pumped hard and his heavy balls loudly smacked
the white man's creamy globes.  The Brave puffed and lifted his his upper
body a bit, pressing the flat of his palms against the leather tuffs of
hide, his arms strained, muscles flexed and pulsed.  He moved his body in
a push up movement as he assaulted the white man's slick convulsing hole.
 The brave made no sound other than the exertion of his heavy breathing.
Sweat slicked his powerful red frame, dripping to the white man's
slightly arched back.
	"Mnphhhhhh," Custer thrashed his head, his thick long mane of golden
hair damp from the heavy rivulets that rolled from his shoulders to pool
the valley of his broad back.  Custer bucked his hips up and gyrated his
hips.  He concentrated on contorting his inner rectum muscles around the
pulsing shaft that burrowed and burned deeply within.  Butterflies
twisted in his stomach as he panted with the rhythm of the brave's
assault on his rectum.
	The brave roughly grabbed Custer at the hips and rocked back on his
knees pulled Custer's mid section up for better angel.  His fingers dug
deeply into the white flesh suffusing the skin to match the suffusion now
spread through the white man's raw butt cheeks.
	Custer winced and chewed tighter on the leather as he felt the cock
stuffed within savagely inch deeper.  He roughly twisted the hide between
his fingers, thrashing his head from side to side.  He couldn't believe
how much greater it felt each time he took another cock up his butt.  The
sides of his lips upturned slightly as the pleasurable sensations that
coursed through his body.  The fur at his hips was damp with perspiration
and the pre-cum that drained from his bulbous cock head.  He felt the
veins within his shaft pulse between his hard thigh and the sticky slick
fur.
	The braved was only conscious of the suction of the muscles wrapped
around his staff.  His neck muscles were tense and the nerve at his
temple pulsed as the blood and pleasure coursed through his massive
powerful body.  With each thrust and twist of his hips his cock inched
deeper and his hard butt muscles dimpled.  His balls were churning.  The
tempo of his heart beat was clear within his ear.  His seed was so close,
so...............
	"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr," the Brave growled like an animal as his cock roughly
jerked and his seed spewed forth, flooding the white man's hole.
	Custer's cock jerked almost in unison.  "Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh," Custer panted as thick ropes of cum splattered and
matted upon the hide from his flared red cock head.  The muscles in his
body strained as he emptied his seed.  He could feel the brave's own seed
slosh within his rectum.  The continued thrusts of the brave's hips plus
the spasm's of his expelling cock caused cum to drain from Custer's
plugged ring and run down the sides of his hips.
	The brave pumped the last of his cum in the flooded hole and abruptly
moved back pulling from the stretched pink ring with a slosh.  Custer
dropped the leather from his mouth and began to rise as well, but the
brave pushed him firmly down.  Next the brave  sprawled out on the hide.
He pushed the white man's legs apart and moved up between them.  He
looked at the pulsing ring with cum still seeping from it and grinned
lasciviously.
	Custer shivered anew as he felt the lightly roughened texture of the
brave's tongue follow the slope of one butt cheek.  He sighed as the
brave moved his tongue to the other before zeroing on the puckered ring.
Custer expelled a hot rush of breath as the brave's lips touched his
sensitive pink ring.
	The brave moved his lips against the muscles much as he did with his
squaw.  He sucked a bit, tasting his own seed before working the tip of
his tongue with the ring.  The throat muscles on Custer convulsed as the
brave snaked and rasped his tongue within, slurping up cum.  The brave
clasped the still suffused butt cheeks and spread them to snake his
tongue deeper.  The ring pulsed and twitched around his tongue as the
contours of his face rubbed the inner slopes of the white man's butt
cheeks.  The brave sucked and slurped more.  His nose touched the flesh
at the base of the white man's slopes.  He inhaled and his lids fluttered
at the sweaty masculine sent.
	Custer was breathing deeply, chewing his lower lip as he felt the brave
hotly cleanse his freshly fucked hole.  The brave's warm breath fanned
his bottom and sent shivers up his spine.  He wiggled his butt back
against the brave's twisting, burrowing face.  Custer felt a rise from
his cock again. Blood surged and his shafted hardened between his sticky
thigh and the matted hide.
	The brave worked his tongue in circular motions against the hot slick
walls of inner flesh.  The tip of his tongue touched a pulsing nub and
the white man jerked a bit.  The brave zeroed in on the nub rubbing and
gently thrusting the tip of his tongue against the prostate.  He flecked
faster and the nub pulsed equally fast.  He pressed harder, puffing
lightly against the quivering outer ring.
	Custer's throat convulsed and his eyes widened a bit at the electrical
contact.  He tugged at the hide again.  His balls tingled.  His shafted
pulsed.  He was going to............."Christttttttttttttttttttttt,"
Custer wailed as his cock head expanded.  Cum volleyed from the sensitive
piss slit anew.  The brave pressed his tongue harder against the
prostate.  Custer contorted his face as his balls twisted and his cock
spilled yet more cum.  He was panting and his stomach muscles contorted
as the last drops of cum were forced from his red raw shaft.
	The brave lifted back up on his knees, licking a drop of cum from his
lower lip.  He grinned approvingly as Custer's head drooped in exhaustion
and he gently rubbed one side of his face against the soft hide.  The
brave gently patted one of Custer's cheeks before rising to return the
bedside of his squaw within his own teepee.


	The two men looked up from the secret sex diary of George Armstrong
Custer.  The diary had been suppressed for generations by Custer's
descendants.  However, some how or another the diary was lost.  Recently
retrieved by experts from the History Channel, a special was being
prepared to air detailing the contents.  The two tentative hosts of the
program, Josh Bernstein and Hunter Ellis were quiet a moment before
Bernstein looked at Ellis in astonishment.
	"You do know what this means," he gasped, overwhelmed by the
implications.
	Ellis sneered.  "It means I'm horny as hell and need a tight ass to fuck
raw."  He groped his boner straining within his khakis.  Bernstein
blinked in even more astonishment.
	In a swift movement Ellis grasped Bernstein by the waist, turning him
and roughly forcing the younger man down across the table across the
document.  Berstein was too stunned to fight or argue.  Ellis roughly
grabbed and yanked at the buttons of the other man's khakis.  He forced
the material down, popping the front buttons and exposing Berstein's
perfect bubble butt.  It was creamy white and smooth.  Ellis snorted,
wasting no time by quickly pulling open his pants and hauling out his
thick ten inch cock.  It was hard and curved a bit.  Blue veins pulsed
through the length, a drop of pre-cum glistening the engorged flamed
head.
	Bernstein's face was concealed in his mussed long brown hair and the man
was breathing heavily with excitement and anticipation.  He unconsciously
twitched his tight bubble butt, dimpling the cheeks.  The minute he felt
the head of Ellis' cock touching his crack, he reached out and grasped
the edges of the table.
	Ellis bent his head a bit as he lined up his cock with Bernstein's
twitching butt ring.  He drooled a bit of spittle from between his lips
down to his shaft and used one hand to slick himself up.  With one
powerful thrust he completely impaled his length within the slick
convulsing chute.  He thrust with so much force that the table shook and
Berstein released a gasp, his eyes wide from the uncomfortable intrusion.
 Ellis ground his pelvis against Bernstein's flushed cheeks, scraping the
sensitive flesh with his trimmed pubes.  His cock jerked and spasmed
within the clenched rectum
	Just when Bernstein was getting accustomed to Ellis' girth, the man with
drew a bit and slammed forward again.  Ellis bent forward a bit and
grasped some tendrils of Bernstein's hair within his fist.  "Ready boi?"
He growled.
	Bernstein attempted to nod but the breath was forced out of him when
Ellis threw back and rammed forward.  He set a rapid movement piston
fucking the younger man.  His cock slid forward stretching the thick
blood rushed ass lips, disappearing completely with each forward thrust
in Bernstein's hot hole.  Bernstein could only curl his fingers around
the wooden rim of the table and hold on for the ride.  He tried to work
his ass muscles around the rapid force of cock stuffing him but Ellis was
in control.  Ellis's large ball smacked against Bernstein's own balls
with each thrust.  They moved like pendulums together as Ellis' hips
roughly smashed against Bernstein's cheeks, sending sharp stings through
the younger man's body.
	Ellis pulled roughly on the hair in his grasp and Bernstein was forced
to lift his head.  He was breathing heavily, he could hear the drum beat
of his heart pounding within his ears.  Ellis thrust harder and faster.
Pulling back the ass lips with withdrawal and smugly watching his shaft
swallowed up with each forward motion.
	"Yeah," Ellis growled pumping roughly in and out of Bernstein's slick
chute.  "You like this big cock, don't you boi?"
	Bernstein gasped and then hissed, "fuck me!"
	"Yeah," Ellis sneered, teeth gnashed, "work that ass around this thick
man cock!"
	The hot friction of shaft flesh against rectum flesh sent waves of fire
throughout Bernstein.  He threw his head back further.  "Shitttttt!"
	"Fuckin' tight pussy boi," Ellis slammed harder and faster.  The table
scraped roughly against the floor.  "Gonna breed this boi asssssssssss!"
	Bernstein's own cock was rock hard and was drooling pre-cum down to the
floor.  His balls were churning as they meshed against Ellis'.  Bernstein
curled his toes and shut his eyes tightly.  His breathing was loud and
ragged.
	Ellis continued to pound Bernstein's hot ass.  His broad chest expanded
with each deep breath.  His nipples were rock hard.  His hard glutes
dimpled and his thighs grew tenser with each forward stroke.  He was
getting close.
	Bernstein felt every pulse and throb of Ellis' burrowing shaft.  He
clenched tight around it.  He was close, he realized opening his eyes
abruptly.
	"Work that pussy, bitch," Ellis thrust his jaw forward and his face
contorted.  The veins in his temple and neck were visibly pulsing.  A
fine sheen of perspiration glistened on his face.  Larger drops rolled
from his contorting thick muscular hips and thighs.
	Bernstein began panting as his balls twisted abruptly and a spasm rocked
his body.  "Ugfhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he grunted as
the spoog forced through his shaft splattering down upon the wooden
floor.
	"Shoot it boi," Ellis growled, still gnashing his teeth.  He roughly
slapped Bernstein's butt cheek with his free hand.
	The string elicited a wave that rushed through Bernstein.  His cock
pumped and pumped, emptying thick ropes of cum.  His piss slit was flared
to the max as the wave of orgasm traveled through him with such force.
	Ellis' thighs tensed and he rocked forward a bit.  His balls were on
fire.  "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"   Ellis growled as his cock head
exploded like a volcano expelling wave of thick seed.  Roughly grabbing
Bernstein around the waist he roughly pulled the young man back ad pulled
him with his larger muscular frame as he threw his head back and bent
back as his rockets of spoog flooded Bernstein's ravaged hole.  Ellis
held Bernstein's hips back and ground his cock deeper.  The pulsing
jerking shaft  spurted and spurted.  Excessive cum seeped from the raw
ring down along Bernstein's but cheeks and thighs.
	Bernstein allowed his frame to collapse back against Ellis' hard frame
in exhaustion.  He clenched his rectum muscles as tightly as possible,
trying to suck up as much cum as possible.  He breathed in deeply and
blinked languidly.
	Ellis felt the last waves of seed travel through his burning shaft.  He
hissed loudly as the last drops were rung roughly by his balls and
tingling piss slit.  "Ahhhhhhhhh," he expelled a long hot breath as the
waves subsided.  He smugly smiled pulling ungently from the boi hole with
a pop and a slosh.  Roughly he twisted Bernstein around in his arms and
yanked him none too gently against his larger frame.  Savagely kissing
Bernstein, he thrust his tongue between Bernstein's lips hungrily.  His
hands molded Bernstein to him, causing their chests and cocks to rub
together.  He trailed Bernstein's back down to the slope of his flushed
butt cheeks and smeared his cum across the smooth slopes of ass.

to be continued.....