The American Indian was a hedonistic creature that learned that tribal living was a great benefit for survival. Their uninhibited life style, and closeness to nature, provided the motivation to enjoy the greatest gift of life, sexual recreation! Survival was work, for a culture that believed life and death was merely an adventure, with sex and birth a wondrous interruption of daily existence. The tribal lifestyle just didn't allow for jealousy, and sex had no connotation of crime. If a man beat a squaw, the leaders would punish him – however, if he seduced her successfully regardless of bullshit or mind control – even if the maiden was the chief's wife or daughter – it was no big deal, and life went on. In fact, both parties of a sexual encounter always had their tribal status improved. With that said, let's get on with my story of delightful debauchery. The year is 1982 in a reservation village in Okalahoma, where living comforts are sparse and employment opportunities are meager. First Time. "Mom, now that I am 18 years old, and would like to go to Indian college, I just have a real hunger to be with a man, you know what I mean? Would it be so wrong to experiment and loose my virginity?" "I guess it is about time for you to become a woman my darling. This also means you are no longer my baby, but a companion instead. It will be very easy for you to make babies because your so pretty, and healthy, my daughter. So let me tell you all the 'secret' Indian ways to hold babies back until you fully mate with a brave – the man you would like to spend your life with, to help with raising your tribal newcomers." After reinforcing the child's knowledge of intercourse (that she already witnessed inside the their small home over the years) and explaining the mechanics and wonder of male ejaculation, Martha then let Naomi out to play a bit of field hockey with her friends. ******** Naomi's agility did it again at the playing field of ground hockey; making the boys who were beaten, titter with laughter. "I don't know how you get so much energy girl," Frank exclaimed. "You are faster than a rabbit, whacking the ball quicker than I can handle." The other boys were shrieking in laughter. "The mighty hunter Frank cannot handle a Squaw, pray a field mouse don't attack you!" Grey Wolf chided. "Come Naomi lets get away from these idiots." Said Frank, with Naomi now following him down a trail toward the river. After they get to a small clearing in the tall grass by the river, Frank pulls Naomi down, and sits along side her. "I guess the fact that I am becoming a woman is what is giving me this extra energy Frank." With that, Frank perks right up. "So, you are no longer a virgin – congratulations sweetheart!" "No asshole, I have become of age and ready for my first time, and now am now safe for another month." "Well, I am an expert in these matters, so let me check you out. That's it; raise your dress and move your panty over so I can see your pussy. That's it girl, spread your legs a bit, and let me taste you." "Only if you will let me gain some experience by letting me suck your cock, to see if I can make it stiff and long, like my mother described (giggle) – without Mom realizing (I hope) that I already have given most of the boys in the tribe 'peace of mind' with a blowjob." With that Frank Snickered!