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Living among the Kilitoki
Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: mind_warrior_2000, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
know. It's up to him, I guess." "And if he doesn't you'll get to pleasure him until he does," giggled Cili. "I'm not pleasuring... it's only for the ceremony. Oh, will you stop giggling!?" Zoe became flustered and fell silent. "We'll be dancing during the ceremony tonight," said Umani after a moment. "If we dance good, the spirits will be pleased and make Peter a good warrior," added Cili. "Will you accept the c***d if it comes during the Rite?" "c***d? Heavens no! Why must you two make it harder for me than it already is?" asked Zoe. "We just enjoy seeing you blush like a little girl," replied Cili. "You do know Peter must erupt inside of you?" asked Umani with all seriousness. "That is the tradition." "I haven't gotten around to that one yet," replied Zoe, rolling her eyes. "Don't worry Zoe," said Umani. "You can take a drink that won't allow you to become with a c***d. My s****r is quite silly and she fancies her son's son, the one she will bear, will unite all of the tribes or something like that." "Good for you Cili," smiled Zoe sourly. "But I'll be needing that drink, and lots of it." "Lots of it? Is it because you're planning on having a lot of sex with Peter? I fancy, he'll take you twice or three times a day," said Cili washing herself between the legs. "I don't know why I'm having this conversation with you. In fact, I'm all washed up. ... I'll see you girls later." Zoe wrung her hair out and walked to the bank to get dressed. Despite the nature of the conversation, the laughter of the girls put Zoe in a better mood. She held her morning English class and then taught a few tribal women about stitching up deep wounds. She was so busy with her work that she almost forgot about the ceremony. In fact, she was so absorbed that she was startled when the Great Mother tapped her on the shoulder. "Zoe, it's already past midday. I'll see you in my hut." The Great Mother smiled wolfishly and headed out towards the hut. Zoe ran her hands through her hair, which was damp with sweat. She looked as the Great Mother entered her hut and then turned back to give some last minute instructions to two tribal women. A few moments later Zoe stepped inside Great Mother's hut. This hut was the largest in the village and could easily sl**p ten to fifteen people. However, now it was crowded with women stirring the fire, bringing in bowls of water and cooking food. "Zoe, tonight is your son's big night," said the Mother of the Tribe as she approached. "We must get you ready for the ceremony. These women are all here to serve you. You must be prepared properly before the dusk." Puzzled, Zoe looked around the hut. "First, I must ask you, do you wish to bear your son's c***d, if spirits were so kind?" asked Great Mother. "No. I do not," replied Zoe, fixing her gaze on the old woman. "Very ...