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History should always be documented by both sides of a conflict, but sadly the Powhatan Indians had no written language, and the reports of Captain John Smith portrayed them only as cruel and blood-thirsty savages. He described the Princess Pocahontas as beautiful and witty in his books, and with that he wrote the truth for once - but all the rest was just propaganda to justify the killing of a hundred million natives and the genocide of a peaceful civilisation . . .
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The naughty Matoaka
The sexiest and the naughtiest Pocahontas you will ever meet!
BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichThe naughty Matoaka
The naughty Matoaka
by Pierre d'Amour
BookRix Edition 2017
Copyright by Amé
Pierre d'Amour:
THE NAUGHTY MATOAKA
The sexiest and the naughtiest
Pocahontas you will ever meet!
Cover illustration by an anonymous
artist without a copyright attached!
1 - The naughty Princess
The naughty Princess
»I will get you, Little Naughty!«, my younger brother Nakomo was yelling after me as he was chasing me like a rabbit through the forest. This was one of our favourite games and I loved the running, and of course I was much faster on my feet than he was, but I always let him catch me! Nakomo called me a teaser because of my minimal deerskin dress, much too short in the back to even cover my buttocks, and therefor he was determined to give me a good spanking for making his little dickel grow under his skimpy loincloth - I loved to get a glimpse at his hard pecker and I loved to touch the hot desire: I called his dickel my pet! I didn't mind to be touched either, and even a spanking from my brother was better than nothing: it never failed to arouse me when he lifted my dress to bare my bottom, to warm it up with his hand until the warmth was spreading through my whole body and was heating up my pussy too - and I could never get enough of it!
My real name was Matoaka - bright stream between the hills - but my father had given me the funny nickname Little Naughty - Pocahontas - not for nothing: I was a very naughty daughter and I surely was brimming with mischief! My father Powhatan was the chief of our village at the mighty Pamunkey River and the king over a thirty Algonquin speaking tribes in the many valleys of the Chesapeake Bay, and every year he was marrying a princess from another tribe to enjoy her youth on his bearskin, but whenever she got pregnant she was sent home with a load of gifts for her father. King Powhatan had about a hundred children, but because of my witty nastiness I was his favourite one, he hugely enjoyed my company and he loved to laugh aloud about my silly jokes - he called me his little princess! Frequently he was asking me for advice and sometimes he was even listening to me - in our spiritual society where even stones had spirits it was no wonder that a naughty girl like me had a spirit too: and I had a sparkling one!
At the three big rocks in the pine grove I finally let Nakomo catch me: I was hot from the sprint and I needed to be touched - Nakomo was hot too and he was breathing hard, and his dickel was hard too from chasing my half-naked bum through the woods for half an hour. »Today you will get an extra spanking for running away from me, Little Naughty!«, he declared as usual as he twisted my arm up my back to bend me over a boulder, »you're a taunt and a tease and dressed like a slut, and it's my duty as your brother to make sure you'll behave like a decent squaw!« And because I had never complained about his childish punishments before he was certainly well aware, that I liked the game - and when I was pretending hard to get and he had to abandon the chase it was my turn to heat up his own cute buttocks until his dickel was as hard as a rock! But today I needed it most: my juvenile female hormones were playing up once again, which they were doing more and more frequently now because I was growing up into womanhood!
Just yesterday my older sister Nonoma had attacked me during the firewood collection in the oak forest, she had pushed me over into the clover and she had kissed me on my lips - she said, that I was beautiful, and such compliments were always weakening my resistance! Her kiss was such a sensual and exciting feeling, and when our wet tongues met I felt a spark between us: all my objections had flown away on the breeze and I embraced Nonoma without inhibition - all human beings were equal, in our society we counted for five different genders, and there was nothing awkward about boys loving boys or girls loving girls! Including me there were nine children in our village, and despite the fact that we all had been born by different mothers we were all called brothers and sisters! Our common mother was Granny Maturanka: she was maybe a hundred of years old but never too tired to teach us kids everything we had to know - and she loved to spank the naughty boys over her bony knees for their juvenile rudeness!
Nakomo had rolled my deerskin dress rolled up to my waist and I enjoyed the cool breeze on my naked buttocks for a short second before the punishment began, but then I stuck my little bubble bum out far to present the target. I was well aware of how much Nakomo was to see of my tiny brown asshole between the cheeks and even the moist slit underneath in this submissive position, but I had no fear, that he would take my virginity or even to attack my backdoor with his spear. I was well aware that my brother Chito was allowing Hakan to fuck him in the cool pond under the waterfall, I had watched them a few times with a keen interest - I was always wondering about the fact, that Chito seemed to enjoy the copulation, and even was laughing through the torture. And I had always interpreted Nonoma's longing looks as a message of desire: in such a small settlement no sexual activity could stay hidden for too long, but every new loving bonding was truly respected and even embraced in the spirit of the human beings!
Nonoma had undone the shoulder clasp of my tight dress without any hesitation and had taken one of my breasts in her hand, to small still to call it a breast yet but already brimming with female sensuality, and the experience had been absolutely delightful - I had loved the sensation of feeling my nipples grow as hard as pebbles and I had been melting away under the tender touch! I hadn't been concerned anymore when her hand pulled my dress up too to expose my sex, which was surely all glossy and slick by now! My older sister knew exactly about where and how to touch me for the biggest benefit and she had me quiver and wriggling under her caress like a tortured lizard soon, the intensity in my groin was steadily growing and I felt like bursting from internal pressure, a powerful explosion was unavoidable and immediate: my hips began to buck and my breath got rough, my lids came down as my eyes turned inside to see right inside my horny soul - I felt like suffering a heart attack and and then I simply fainted!
Nonoma had given me my first orgasm, she had nearly killed me with her expert manipulations, she had called it the power of the female spirit and had made me addicted to the feeling at once: if dying was that much a pleasure I needed to die a bit every day! After Nakomo had put my bum pleasantly on fire in the shady pine grove for being a naughty slut it was time for me to grab him by the tail: as a reward for his relentless educational efforts he was certainly deserving a bit of pleasure too! And as always I was amazed by this sturdy warrior from flesh and blood, perfectly able to make a wife happy and to make her pregnant every spring too - as usual I was marveling at the clever combination of hardness and softness which enabled this original organ to penetrate another body without doing harm to it, rather giving pleasure for gaining pleasure! And I was stroking my one-eyed pet snake until it was spitting its venom at me in an attempt to poison me, but this simple game wasn't satisfactory for me anymore: I was craving for more!
