Black Pony
PART ONE
He stood next to the tree, a heavy stream of urine pouring out of his cock. His loincloth was curled into his waist band as he stood, legs apart, emptying his bladder.
At six foot two, he presented a towering figure among the males of the Blackhawk tribe. His great grandfather who was African and a slave in Mississippi was also a tall man. The newly freed African slaves were accepted and assimilated as a part of the Blackhawk Indian tribe who focused on farming after being driven from their homeland.
Kalimbasun had no desire to be a farmer, however, and spent lots of time honing his skills with the bow and arrow, under the tutelage of one of the tribe's elders. He became so well known for his prowess that he became one of the tribe's best hunters.
He was named after his African grandfather, Kalimba, who married a Blackhawk woman named "Runs like a deer." She got the name because she was quick on her feet. He was the only man who could catch and keep up with her.
The tribe was very influenced by the African presence and all of the women were topless as was the practice in Africa. The males wore loin cloths only, and the women wore leather skirts.
Kalimba claimed "Runs like a deer" at the tribe's coming of age ceremony, a one time a year rite, where all the women who were of age, presented themselves in their best finery.
Men and women were always topless unless it was exceeding cold in which case, they covered their bodies with buffalo robes.
After three days of celebration where the women painted their faces and nipples in iridescent colors, they lined up, men in one group and women in the other.
At a signal from the chief, the women started running towards the fertility mound located some two miles from the village.
The men were held until the women were half a mile away and then released. If a man caught a woman before she reached the mound and she accepted him, he took her to the fertility lodges located in the mound where they stayed for three days before they were married before returning to the village.
It was an event dominated by the women. If they were going to be caught by a man that they wanted, they would slow down and get caught. If the man closing in on them was not of their choosing, they would run like hell for the mound.
If he caught them anyway and they definitely did not want him, the medicine man would find another woman who was willing to take him and negotiate the switch.
At no time did a woman have to marry a man that she did not want! It was a way of maintaining harmony within the tribe.
The women who were not caught, along with any man who was unable to catch a woman returned to the village to await the next year's rite.
The families of those women who did not return, went to the mound with the medicine man on the second day to perform their wedding ceremonies.
In two years, no one had caught "Runs like a deer" until Kalimba went after her. He was on a hunt the previous year, so he missed the rite.
Like everyone else in the tribe, he had noticed her beauty, and she was impressed with him. Surreptitiously she had let him know by looks and smiles that she wanted him.
He outran all the men in pursuit of her and to everyone's surprise, caught her. She would always tease him by saying that she slowed down when she saw him coming and allowed herself to be caught!
Kalimba was celebrated in the tribe for catching "Runs like a deer," but truth be known, it was she who caught him.
Along with the other eligible women, she and Kalimba were married at the fertility mound.
"Runs like a deer" happily submitted to Kalimba. She became his wife and took care of his household. The first night of the consummation was tough for Runs like a deer, because Kalimba had a huge cock. She was not to be denied however, and before the sun rose, she had taken all of it.
After they had been married, they were given ceremonial wine which was composed of berries that extended the men's sexual abilities and obtunded any pain that the women would experience in losing their virginities.
She kept Kalimba's cock size to herself and none of the other women knew the source of her daily joy. They had six children, three dying as infants. His grandson, Kalimbasun, inherited the megacock trait.
From early in his youth, Kalimbasun avoided his young Blackhawk playmates because they all were intimidated by the size of his cock. On the other hand, the young Blackhawk women who saw it were enamored with it and called him "Black Pony."
His skin was jet black and smooth as a baby's behind. He was also very handsome, and the young Indian women sneakily batted their eyes at him, as forwardness was not tolerated.
Whenever he went to a private place in the woods to pee, one or more of the girls would hide to try to see his cock and if they did, they reported the size to those not fortunate enough to see it in person, by extending their forearm.
Because of the rumor of his prodigious cock size, none of the parents wanted him too close to their daughters, even though the young girls were willing to take him on. As a result, he was sort of a loner.
As he was relieving himself one day, one of the mature widows in the tribe happened by and saw his cock. Her eyes bulged like saucers and a gush of dampness flooded between her thighs.
"God of the sun," she whispered, "he must have great medicine to have a cock like that."
After that day, she made it her business to track him whenever he had to pee in the woods and gazed at his long pole. He saw her periodically and after a while, called out to her.
"Why do you hide to see my bumbapole? If you want to see it, I will show it to you."
She came out of the bushes and walked up to him; her eyes glued to the huge slab of meat.
"I know that no one comes near you," she said. "My husband is dead, I have no man, but I still have needs. Will you feed my old woman hole ever so often so that I am satisfied?"
"You want this log in you?" He asked.
"Yes, I do. I am a grown experienced woman. I know how to handle it," she replied.
"When the moon goes black, meet me over the hill near the river."
Two weeks later, there was no moon and the village had gone to sleep. He slipped out of his father's teepee and made his way down to the river. He walked along the riverbank in the dark until he heard the hoot of an owl.
He kept walking but heard it two more times, so he stopped. Under a large tree near him he could make out the outline of a woman.
She leaned back against the trunk and called softly to him.
"Come to me, Kalimbasun!"
He walked over to her seeing her large full breasts and wide hips. Like most Blackhawk women, her hair hung down her back to her hips in a single braid. She raised his loincloth and began to fondle his dick. In no time it rose up like an anaconda.
She coated it with bear grease, turned, dropped to her hands and knees offering her pussy like animals do and said,
"Fuck my old woman hole!"
He kneeled down and flipped her skirt up to her waist. She reached back and guided his thick rod into her juicing cavern.
The bulging head lodged in her vaginal vestibule, and she pushed back towards him angling her body to guide the cock to her hole. Aided by the grease, it began sliding into her.
