I am actually half Native American. Guess you could say I am a half breed, like the Cher song from the 70s. Every November, during National Native American Heritage Month, I get in touch with my roots. I travel up to Lac du Flambeau, Wisconsin, where my grandma was raised. It’s a small reservation, but they have a gambling casino and lots of camping, so the town makes it money off of tourists. This weekend, they held their annual Pow Wow. Most participants are Native American, but always a few folks just curious about the culture.
I wore my face makeup and a full headdress. I kind of stick out in a traditional buckskin dress because of my big boobs. Well, I attracted an admirer at the Pow Wow, a barely legal one too. He seemed to have some archaic, even racist views of Native American women. Thought we were all submissive “sqaws.” Well, it was my duty to teach him about modern women. You see in Native American culture, women are celebrated above men; we are quite dominate actually. We can give life, and that alone makes us superior. We are goddesses of fertility. I took him into the Tee Pee I was staying in for the weekend. I sucked his cock; titty fucked him; then rode his young hard cock. I called the shots. Fucked him on my terms. I thought I would mess with him a bit. I demanded he give me his young seed so I could procreate like the Goddess I am. I begged for him to cum deep inside me. Explained his only role in a Native American woman’s world was to impregnate her.
He shot his load way up inside me. I told him I could feel my belly getting bigger instantly, my boobs filling with milk. He fell for it. Felt like a God for a moment thinking he had such potent sperm he could impregnate me instantly. He was a hot young fuck. Pretty sure he had some good swimmers too. He was half my age. Young, dumb and full of cum. Just what every Native American Goddess wants in a fuck. Hell, what every MILF wants in a fuck.