He grinned.
He didn’t know if stallions did that, but he couldn’t help it.
The hands were all over him again.
Apparently, the ladies wanted to watch him bounce through their games.
He was more than happy to oblige them.
“Next is your sense of hearing.
The stream is in front of you. We’re going to line up, three feet apart.
You are to make it to the stream without touching any of us.”
This should be easy
.
A minute later, he heard Gray Dove’s voice.
“Find water, stallion.”
Mike listened for the sound of the stream and carefully stepped forward.
All he could hear was the water.
He wasn’t sure how far in front of the stream the women would be standing.
The grass under his feet was cool, but not yet damp.
He stopped and lifted his head, flaring his nostrils as he inhaled left and right.
Gray Dove looked excitedly at Shining Star and her friend nodded.
It was the second test.
He remembered to check his sense of smell for their scent. Gray Dove let out a sigh of relief.
She wanted to kick herself when the stallion turned his head at the sound and stepped away from her.
Whispering Wheat raised her hand in a ‘that’s okay’ gesture.
The other women waited anxiously as the stallion took a step forward.
He was heading straight for Dances on the Wind.
The woman’s fists were clenched hoping she could deliver the first slap.
He took another cautious step forward and his foot brushed hers just as the scent of spice registered.
Shit.
He felt her grip on his penis as she laid it flat on her palm.
Thwack!
He jerked but stood still for the punishment.
It took two more blows for him to dwindle.
They guided him back, waited for a few minutes, then the hands worked their magic.
Okay, maybe this isn’t so much fun.
He stepped forward without the benefit of knowing where they were again.
He stopped and listened, trying to separate breaths from the sound of the water.
All he could hear was the stream.
Once again, he inhaled and changed directions slightly at the smell of flowers and fruit.
Another step and he smelled spice directly in front of him.
He trembled at his almost mistake, and took another step to the side.
He thought he heard the faintest sound of grass moving in front of him.
It could be his imagination, but he didn’t think so.
He thought someone had moved in front of him again.
He took another step to the side.
The stallion stood still, listening for sounds and smelling for scents.
He didn’t sense anything in front of him and took a tremulous step forward, still nothing.
On the next step he felt the damp mud on the edge of the stream.
He stood straight and walked forward into the water.
I made it!
Gray Dove beamed.
The stallion had used both his sense of hearing and smell to find the water.
She was doing very well and her confidence increased. Her friends congratulated her as they guided the stallion back by the fire.
Mike stood still, wondering what the rustling noises were.
“Next is your sense of touch.
You have seen all the women here tonight.
You know who we are from your time in the village.”
Mike thought about the women he’d seen before he was blindfolded.
There was Gray Dove, Fierce Bear’s wife, Whispering Wheat, Yellow Hawk’s wife, Shining Star, Wind Seeker’s wife, Dances on the Wind, Rising Sun’s wife, Wild Flower, Black Horse’s wife and Golden Dawn, Night Wind’s wife.
Their images passed though his mind.
“Using your sense of touch, you will arrange us in this order.
Shining Star, Whispering Wheat, Golden Dawn, Dances on the Wind, Wild Flower and me.”
I’m supposed to touch the wives?
He stood still.
This just seemed like a bigger no-no than the hard-on lesson.
The stallion didn’t realize it, but just the fact he didn’t reach out and grab and that he had reservations about the test, was part of the test itself.
The women smiled at Gray Dove who was obviously relieved.
“You may begin.”
The stallion faltered as he stepped forward.
He raised his bound hands.
He’d place Dances on the Wind and Golden Dawn, the tallest, first.
He thought he remembered the order.
Wind Seeker’s wife and Yellow Hawk’s wife made sense for the first two.
Gray Dove last made sense and the other shorter woman beside her.
He tried to remember the order of the two taller women in the middle.
He was pretty sure Night Wind’s wife went in front of Rising Sun’s.
A bead of sweat rolled under the blind fold.
His hands contacted flesh and he jerked them back like he’d been burned.
They’re naked! Oh, shit! Oh, crap!
He waited for some kind of punishment.
Nothing happened.
Okay. I hope it’s alright if I have to feel my way through this a little more than they expect.
He stepped forward and his bound hands touched a breast.
He quickly moved them up to her chin. It was one of the taller women, the one that smelled like spices. He touched her shoulder and pulled her a step forward.
He reached out and felt a chin.
This one was shorter.
He moved on until he found the second tallest woman and guiding her with her shoulder, placed her by the other one.
He had Golden Dawn and Dances on the Wind, but which was which?
He thought about them.
They were both tall and built about the same.
He remembered Dances on the Wind had very long hair.
He reached around behind them, ran his hands down their silky manes and changed their order.
The women grinned at each other.
The last four were going to be hard.
They were all about the same height. Gray Dove had small breasts.
This was one helluva’ way to sort them,
he thought.
Whispering Wheat and Wild Flower were going to be the hardest. Shining Star’s tits would be heavy with milk.
Fuck.
He was going to have to go to the tits to at least get Shining Star and Gray Dove placed.
He walked forward and cautiously touched the first woman’s chest.
He couldn’t tell and decided it must be either Wild Flower of Whispering Wheat. The next tits were small.
He hoped he hadn’t embarrassed her as he guided her to the end.
Next, his hand fell under the heavy weight of a large breast.
He guided Shining Star to the first position.
The stallion stood before the last two women. His hands shook as he touched them and tried to remember their differences.
Gray Dove was getting concerned.
He had all of them right so far.
The two sisters left were a lot alike.
He stood and concentrated, remembering the woman.
He’d only seen Wild Flower a few times, then was distracted by his training.
He remembered Black Horse playfully swatting her butt when he was being walked back through town after the test with the horses.
Her nice, tight butt,
he remembered.
He thought back to Whispering Wheat as she straddled Yellow Hawk with her supple hips.
He rolled his hands down the side of the woman in front of him.
She had a nice waist and the sensuous full curve of a woman supporting it.
It was definitely Whispering Wheat.
He placed the last two women, sure of who they were but still nervous about the order of Golden Dawn and Dances on the Wind.
He walked back and stood straight.
“This is your decision?” Gray Dove asked.
He thought about it.
Damn.
Wouldn’t they be happy if he was right? Maybe he got the tall women backward.
No, the more he thought about it, the more he was sure the order was right.
He stepped backward again.
The women laughed and congratulated Gray Dove.
The stallion had passed the tests of touch and indecision.
They spent a few minutes joking with each other about how the stallion had told them apart.
“I don’t mind having small breasts if it helps him on his journey,” Gray Dove declared.
“You should have cut your hair or we should have tied it up,” Golden Dawn decided.
“Well, even though my son isn’t walking yet, he helped the stallion on his journey.
Wind Seeker’s going to be bragging.”
Shining Star lifted her boobs.
Dances on the Wind said, “We better continue or it will be dawn before we are finished.”
The women murmured their agreement.
“Next is the sense of taste,” Gray Dove said.
The stallion’s mind flashed on a commercial of an old soda ad where the blind folded shopper had to tell the difference between two drinks.
The test ended up nothing like that.
The stallion was led into higher grasses.
He almost jumped when Gray Dove’s husky voice whispered in his ear.
“We told you at the beginning of your training for cougar, you might marry a daughter or a sister.
Now, you will show us you’ll be worthy of her.”
Whoa, seriously, whoa ladies. I don’t know what you mean but I see a lynch mob of pissed off warriors.
He could almost feel Fierce Bear grabbing his hair lock before he scalped him.
“You will taste each one of us until you have pleased us and spill your seed to prove you have the virility and passion of the cougar.”
Holy shit, do their husbands know about this little taste test?
He felt hands push him to his knees.
He felt two thighs brush against his hips.
Hands pulled his hips up so his ass was in the air and his bound hands supported him, resting against the soft curls of a woman’s pussy. Her musky scent hit him and his cock twitched.
He balanced in the awkward position and felt a hand wrap around his shaft and another start rolling his balls.
They were serious.
“You better get busy, stallion, or our husbands will be watching you finish the test and be angry that their breakfast isn’t prepared.”
The stallion buried his face.
He used his fingers to separate the fleshy wet folds of the woman, he didn’t know which one, spread in front of him.
With his hands bound and balancing him, the use of them would be limited.
This was definitely going to be an oral test.
His tongue swiped along her cleft and he felt a shudder.
Hands distracted him as they gripped and pumped his cock.
On the flatlands, he’d been much more interested in his own satisfaction, rarely considering his partner once he got started.
Now, he found himself tasting an unknown woman, willing her to cum.
His tongue slipped into her passage then back as his finger entered her.
After some searching, which judging by her gasps she didn’t mind, he found the stiff bead of her clit and went to work.
Lightly flicking, sucking and nipping, a hand reached down, grabbed his hair-lock and pulled him deeper into her.
He felt his own impending release and his mouth worked faster.
Finally, he felt the woman contract tightly against his buried finger.
As she gasped her orgasm, the hands behind him pumped his eruption.
Good god, five more?
The stallion was fairly certain someone wasn’t getting a feather out of this.
He had wondered how Gentle Wave was such a seductress.
He found out when the women let him rest for a few minutes and between hands on his chest, cock and testicles, they had him hard again and ready for contestant number two.