11 comments/ 54697 views/ 16 favorites Whispering Wind By: ronde Author’s note: Kind readers, the names in this story are probably not correct usage of any native American language. The dialogue is not an attempt to ratify the movie stereotype, but is as I imagine would take place between peoples of limited common language. I have nothing but respect for the only true native Americans, and feel great sorrow at our usually pathetic portrayal of their society and personalities. * * * * * Jenny Harker winced as she felt the vicious slap coming, then staggered under the impact of the blow. She would have fallen, if her father had not been holding her by her long, black hair. The slap was followed by another, and another, and another, until he had settled into a slow rhythm, a rhythm slowed by the whisky in his veins. She felt her lip split on the fifth slap, and tasted blood. She screamed, only to hear her father’s slurred, laughing comment, “T’aint nobudy go’n hear yuh, Shenny. This here cabin so fer out, nobudy but t’ prar’ dogs go’n hear yuh. Ahm go’n teach yuh, teach yuh t’ be good wom’n. “ It was the same every Saturday night, every Saturday night for the past three months. Before that, Jenny had seen it happen to her mother. After the evening meal, out would come the whisky jug, and later the beating would start. Her mother always sent her to bed in the loft, but Jenny had to listen, frightened out of her mind, with tears in her eyes, and praying God would strike her father dead that instant. The next day, father was always saying he was sorry, he didn’t know what came over him, and he would never do it again. The relationship between her mother and father during the week would be strained, she wincing when he walked by, him trying to hold her and tell her how much he loved her. Then Saturday would come again, and the reality of her life would again claim her in fear and tears. Three months ago, a month after Jenny was nineteen, her mother died, and the reality became her own personal hell. After he tired of beating her, her father would “check on her development”, as he called it. This meant feeling her secret places to see if she was “growing up like a woman should.” The drunken groping never went farther; some vestige of humanity kept her father from anything else, but it increased her fear, her shame, and her hatred for him. The Oklahoma cabin she had called home for the past ten months was indeed isolated. The nearest town was two days by horseback, three days by wagon, and Jenny had been there only once. Her father always made the trip, leaving Jenny and her mother alone on the prairie until he returned. Jenny lived for those days, and she suspected her mother did too. They had a gay time, Jenny learning about being a woman, sewing, and cooking; “for when you are married”, her mother had said. They took walks, picked flowers, and talked about almost anything except her father. The next morning, Jenny woke, felt the familiar swelling on her face, and grimaced at the pain in her lip as she opened her mouth. Without bothering to change out of her night dress, she slipped quietly past her father, who was lying on the floor in his clothes from yesterday. Once outside, she went to the outhouse to relieve herself, and when finished, started back to the cabin. As she walked, she gazed at the absolute beauty of the country, turning to earthtones in the warm days and cool nights of the Oklahoma fall, and alive with the songs of the birds of the land, trees, and sky. As she scanned the horizon, her attention was drawn to small figures moving rapidly toward the cabin. As she watched, the figures became horses, with riders, and to her horror, she saw the riders become bare chested, brown skinned men with long black hair. Kiowas! Hadn’t the people in town warned them about living so far out? Jenny ran to the house to wake her father. He rose, on unsteady legs, picked up his rifle, and staggered to the door. Through the one window, Jenny saw the riders dismount and begin walking to the cabin. Her father threw open the door and fired. A moment later, a heavy spear impaled her father and spiked him to the half open door. He hung there for a few moments, his mouth gaped, and then sagged against the spear. Jenny reached for the butcher knife on the table and hid it behind her back as four men burst into the cabin. With a whoop, one began to scalp her father, while the other three approached her, smiling and talking in a language she could not understand. After a short, laughing conversation, the youngest appearing brave came toward her. Timing her slash to meet his advance, Jenny carved a long gash into his chest. He yelped in pain, and jumped back. As a shorter, fatter man drew his knife and approached, she heard the third shout what could only be a leader’s command. The second brave retreated. The third, tall and with well defined bronzed muscles, and with shining, black, shoulder length hair, approached her stealthily. Again timing her attack, she slashed out at him. This time her knife met only air, but she received a powerful blow to her wrist which caused her to release the knife. It fell harmlessly to the cabin’s dirt floor. Jenny stood, deeply afraid, but filled with the fighting instinct born of that fear. As she tried to strike out with her clawed hands, the bronze man grasped her wrist and his grip held her immobile. With his other hand, he turned her head back and forth, speaking to his companions as he did so. He pointed to her face, then to her father’s body, and grunted something. When Jenny didn’t answer, he did it again, and she realized he was asking if her father had done this. Jenny shook her head yes, afraid to speak and reveal her fear with her voice. The bronze man glowered at the corpse on the floor, put an arm around her slim waist, and carried her out of the cabin. Once outside, he placed her on a horse, and effortlessly leaped on behind her. A few moments later, the other three joined him, one carrying the rifle and knife, one leading her father’s horse, and the other holding her mother’s best shawl against his bleeding chest. As they rode away, Jenny looked back and saw yellow flames licking the cabin walls. For three days they rode, stopping only for a drink of water from streams and a few hours rest. They started no fire, and Jenny shivered through the night in the thin, summer night dress she still wore. She slept little when they stopped because of the cold, and was too afraid to sleep during the day. On the third day, they approached a village, nestled in a wide valley, which consisted of twenty or so hide tipis. Jenny could see people gathering to greet the party, the adults talking and many children racing to and fro in anticipation. As they stopped in the midst of the crowd, her captor began speaking. As he spoke, the people’s expressions changed from interest to laughter when he pointed to the youth with her knife wound across his chest. He then dismounted, pulled her roughly from the horse, and pushed her toward a group of women in buckskin dresses. The oldest of the group grabbed Jenny and stared at her face. As Jenny was thinking that this toothless old woman did not like her very much, the woman grabbed her night dress and tore it from her body. The woman then painfully pinched her firm breasts and soft, gracile hips, and stroked the lush “V” of black hair on her belly. She laughed and turned to the rest of the women, and spoke more unrecognizable words. Some of the other women nodded, and some laughed, but Jenny saw one woman with kindness and sympathy in her eyes. The woman was older than Jenny, by about ten years, and was not pretty; her nose had been broken, and she was fat through the belly, hips and thighs. She reminded Jenny of a beaten dog, wanting to play, but cowering in fear. Jenny was pushed to an open fire where the toothless old woman pointed to the small pile of firewood, then pointed to a small grove of trees. She pointed again, and then pushed Jenny in the direction of the grove. “She wants firewood”, thought Jenny, and started toward the grove. The old matron followed her to the grove and watched as Jenny gathered wood. When Jenny picked up a branch still holding leaves, she was reprimanded with a stinging slap across her hips. Jenny had soon picked up an armload of wood, walked back to the fire and dumped the wood. The matron had followed, and pushed her back toward the grove. Jenny spent the rest of the day carrying firewood under the watchful eyes of most of the camp, and by nightfall had enough wood for the whole camp, and enough scrapes and scratches on her breasts and belly to cause her pain with every move. The matron nodded approval, and pushed Jenny into a ragged looking tipi. She landed on some worn, dirty hides placed on the floor, and looked up to see Broken Nose staring at her. Broken Nose said something, and pointed to Jenny’s scrapes. She rummaged through a leather bag, and produced a small gut bag. After untying the top, Broken Nose inserted two fingers and scooped out a white greasy substance. Jenny recoiled as Broken Nose reached for her, but Broken Nose smiled a crooked smile, and touched her fingers lightly to Jenny’s scraped breast. She began rubbing the ointment into the damaged tissue, and Jenny smelled the scent of wild roses. Broken Nose treated each and every cut and scrape, and Jenny relaxed somewhat as the soft, slender fingertips massaged the pain away. As Broken Nose finished, someone threw a few chunks of meat through the tipi entrance. Broken Nose retrieved them, and gave some to Jenny. Jenny was famished and gulped down the meat without even tasting it. She looked to her companion for more, but received only a shrug and a handful of leaves with hairy surfaces. Broken Nose made signs for her to eat, and Jenny was so hungry she wolfed down the sour tasting stuff. After they finished the leaves, Broken Nose stood up and removed her dress. Jenny’s mother had told her about pregnancy, and though Jenny had never seen a pregnant woman, she was sure that Broken Nose was with child. What had seemed like a fat belly was really a rounded bulge that started at her thighs and ended just under her ribs. Broken Nose saw her watching, and walked to Jenny. She placed Jenny’s hand on her swollen belly. Jenny felt a small poke, then another. Broken Nose smiled, made a quiet giggling sound, and then lay down. She was soon snoring softly, and after finding one of the cleaner hides to cover herself, Jenny also slept. She awoke the next day in the dazed state brought by too little sleep for a too tired body. She remembered where she was, and pulled her hide close around her. Broken Nose stepped in the tipi entrance with more cooked meat, and gave Jenny her share. Jenny hadn’t realized that she was hungry until she smelled the meat, and she wolfed it down as quickly as she could. Broken Nose ate more slowly, and then beckoned Jenny to follow her outside. She led Jenny to some fresh deer hides piled a short distance from their tipi. Kneeling beside one hide, Broken Nose began to stake it to the ground with sharp, wooden pegs. She drove several of the pegs, and then motioned for Jenny to do the same. Jenny selected a hide and started to stake it down. She had driven a few pegs when Broken Nose stopped her by shaking her head and holding Jenny’s arm. She showed Jenny that she needed to stretch the hide as she staked. Jenny began again, stretching the hide as she went, and Broken Nose smiled her approval. After they had staked out all the hides, Broken Nose handed Jenny a long bone with a flat sharpened end, and showed her how to scrape the hide to remove the bits of fat, bloody tissue, and membranes that remained after the animal was skinned. Jenny worked hard to scrape the hide down to the true skin, and when she was finished leaned back to examine her work. She smiled to herself, then looked at Broken Nose. Broken Nose was smiling back and nodding her head as if to say that Jenny had done well. They worked the rest of the day preparing the hides for tanning into leather, and late in the evening, retired to their tipi. As they sat resting after the day’s labor, a deep, male voice just outside the tipi called. Broken Nose rose, walked to the tipi entrance, and after a short conversation, returned with a large piece of venison skewered on a roasting stick. The meat was hot and brown and dripping juices on the floor hides as Broken Nose presented it to Jenny. Broken Nose then made sounds and gestures that Jenny did not understand, and she returned the words with silence and a confused look. Broken Nose looked irritated for a moment, then took the venison and divided it with her knife. She gave half to Jenny, and took the other half for herself. They ate in silence. Broken Nose touched Jenny’s shoulder to get her attention. Broken Nose pointed to herself and said, “tohnapah.” Jenny pointed to herself and said, “Jenny.” Broken Nose shook her head, and repeated the word. She then pointed to her breasts and said the word again. “Oh, she is saying, woman”, thought Jenny. “She is telling me that she and I are women. Tohnapah.” Jenny then pointed to herself, and again said, “Jenny.” She then pointed to Broken Nose, and asked, “your name?” Broken Nose thought for a minute, and then said, “Tonasa.” She then pointed at Jenny, and said, “Chenny?” When Jenny nodded, Tonasa smiled and said with finality, “Chenny.” Jenny replied, “Tonasa”, and Tonasa beamed a warm smile and laughed. Tonasa then giggled, let her arm drop between her legs, wagged it up and down, and said, “napah”, and giggled again. When Jenny didn’t understand, Tonasa held her arm stiffly out and made thrusting motions with her hips. “napah.” Jenny laughed as she learned the Kiowa name for man. Tonasa then said, “napah... Chenny”, and made the motion of giving something to Jenny. She then pointed to the roasting stick. Jenny understood that a man had given the meat to her, not to Tonasa. She went to sleep, pleased that someone would do that, but wondered who. By the time Jenny woke, she was feeling the labor of the day before. She was also feeling the effects of the sun on her naked body. In the bright light of the sun, Jenny was as pink as the sweet peas on the vines that grew in the small grove of trees. The heat of the sun set her skin on fire, and she moaned in pain every time the sleeping hide touched her body. When Tonasa recognized her condition, she went to the leather bags that lined the inside of the tipi, and found her ointment bag. She made Jenny sit down, and began to gently spread the ointment on her body. Tonasa was especially gentle on Jenny’s breasts and shoulders as these areas were burnt worst. Soon Jenny was cooler, and the oily ointment softened her dry, red skin. Tonasa went back to her bags, rummaged around, and found a ragged buckskin dress. She motioned for Jenny to put it on. It was too short, and was stained, but it was clothing. “At least I’m not naked now”, thought Jenny, and smiled her thanks to Tonasa. They worked together every day, always helping each other complete the tasks assigned by the toothless old matron who seemed to be in control of their fate. As they worked, Tonasa would point out trees, rocks, birds, anything that came to her mind, and give Jenny the Kiowa name. She also taught Jenny the words for go, come, talk, and many other simple actions so that in a few days Jenny could understand much of what Tonasa said, although she felt like she was conversing like a child. Through this simple language, and much use of pantomime, Jenny began to learn the skills needed to survive on the prairie as a Kiowa. A week later, one of the youngest men galloped into camp, breathlessly shouting to the women to bring all they would need for the task of butchering and preserving. The women all fastened travois to horses, shouldered heavy packs, and began riding and walking after the rider. Jenny and Tonasa also prepared packs, and, pulling their travois because they had no horse, joined the group. After walking about an hour, they reached the top of a small rise, and Jenny saw dead buffalo spread out all over the plain. The women began to chatter among themselves, and then rushed to the dead animals. Each seemed to pick a certain one, and Jenny asked Tonasa why. Tonasa explained that each animal was marked by the hunter who killed it, and his woman searched until she found his mark. She also said there would be some unmarked animals, and they should look for those. After some searching, Tonasa located a small cow with no marking. Tonasa began to dress out the animal as Jenny watched. Jenny had helped butcher the deer her father shot, and dressing buffalo was nearly the same, only the animal was larger. As Tonasa worked, Jenny went in search of a carcass to work on. She looked at a large bull, then saw the ear notches. She turned to leave, and nearly fell into the arms of the tall, bronzed warrior who had captured her. He pushed the black hair away from his face, said a few words in Kiowa that Jenny did not understand, pointed to himself, and opened his hands to her. Tonasa was at her side, and said, ” He Mahtotopah. He be leader someday. Buffalo, he kill. Give you. Mahtotopah say Chenny good woman.” Jenny looked back at the warrior, but he had turned and started to walk away. Jenny stared at his slim, muscular hips clad only in a breechcloth, at his wide shoulders accented by the mane of jet black hair, and at his easy manner of walking; something stirred inside her that she didn’t understand. She wanted to ask Tonasa, but didn’t know enough words. Jenny began dressing the buffalo, but the stone knife Tonasa gave her was not very sharp and the task was difficult. She was soon covered in buffalo blood, offal, and bits of hair. She was nearly done when she heard a commotion to her left. She turned to see one of the women of the tribe trying to take a haunch of meat from Tonasa. Jenny ran to Tonasa and stepped between her and the other woman. As the woman slashed out with her knife, Jenny jumped aside, used her foot to trip the woman, and then jumped on her as she fell to the ground. They erupted in a fury of flying hair, clawed fingers searching for face and eyes, small fists pounding soft bodies. Tonasa was screaming for her to stop, but the emotions of the past few days, and her shock that the woman was trying to steal from Tonasa and her unborn baby had inflamed Jenny to rage; she was past reason. They might have fought until one or the other was killed had not a strong bronzed arm circled Jenny’s waist and pulled her off. As she struggled to get away, Mahtotopah said something to the woman that made her spit, turn and leave. He spoke to Tonasa, who resumed her labor over the carcass, and then sat Jenny on the ground. He said the words for “yours” and “Tonasa’s”, and pointed to the carcasses. Jenny thought she saw his expression soften a bit, and he smiled at her. It was after dark when the butchering was completed and the women began loading the hides and carcasses on packs and travois. Jenny and Tonasa did the same, and as the rest of the tribe set out toward their camp, they shouldered the heavy travois and started to follow. They arrived last, and saw many fires blazing brightly. Tonasa pointed to the fires and said “animals... chase away.” They started their own fire, and for the first time since she was taken captive, Jenny ate her fill of rich, roasted buffalo. The next morning, the cutting and drying began. Tonasa had shown Jenny how to cut deer meat into thin, long strips, and how to hang them over drying racks made from slender tree branches, but this task was much larger because of the size of the animals. Soon the whole camp was covered with buffalo hanging from drying racks. Overhead, many birds circled, and Jenny learned that the children of the camp had the task of keeping the birds away. If a bird flew off with a piece of meat, the child responsible would get a tongue lashing at best, and probably a sound slap on the rear. Jenny worked hard, slicing and hanging the meat. She felt irritable today, and the sounds of the children grated on her nerves. If her knife slipped and spoiled a cut, irritability changed to despair at her ineptness. Whispering Wind By the time their carcasses were processed, Jenny was on the verge of crying; maybe it was being captive to strange people, maybe it was the hard work of the last two days. Jenny didn’t know. She cleaned up around their tipi, and returned to Tonasa to eat. After eating, they were both exhausted, and with more work tomorrow, they undressed and crawled under their sleeping hides. As they lay in the dark, Tonasa told her the men would guard the drying racks from coyotes, foxes, and other meat eating creatures of the night. After a few moments, Tonasa asked “moon time come?” Jenny asked, “what mean?” Tonasa placed her hand on Jenny’s belly, then slipped it down to her mound. “Blood come, here.” Jenny understood Tonasa, and then the reason for her mood. She had forgotten to count the days, but it must be time. What would she do? At the cabin, she had all she needed, but the cabin was miles...the cabin was gone; must she suffer the embarrassment of this too? “Chenny, hurt, here?”, said Tonasa as she touched Jenny’s belly. “Here?”, as she touch Jenny’s breast. “Feel big?” “Yes”, replied Jenny. “Tonasa help. Kiowa man do for woman. You... no have man. Tonasa be like man.” Tonasa began to gently rub Jenny’s belly. She moved up to Jenny’s breasts and gently touched the nipples. Jenny began to relax; Tonasa’s touch felt so soft and was helping ease her cramping belly. Tonasa snuggled closer, her breasts touching Jenny’s side, and her sparse pubic hair touching Jenny’s thigh. “Kiowa woman like. Chenny like?” “Yes”, Jenny replied, her voice softer and huskier as Tonasa’s touch stirred something deep within her. Tonasa slid her hand to Jenny’s mound, and gently swirled the black hair. As her fingers found Jenny’s small, delicate lips, she gently parted the soft hair, and then stroked over the tender skin. Her touch was as light as goose down, but the sensation was wonderful. Tonasa stopped, and a moment later, Jenny felt the soft, slender fingers again, but now they were silky smooth with Tonasa’s ointment. Tonasa’s fingers slipped deeper between the lips, and Jenny gasped, She had never felt anything like this. Tonasa slipped up and down the lips, now and then inserting her finger into Jenny. Jenny was amazed at herself as she began to push against Tonasa when she inserted her finger. She felt strange feelings and was warm all over. Her whole body tingled with anticipation, but Jenny didn’t know what she was anticipating. When Tonasa slipped her finger up to the beginning of Jenny’s lips and began to make small, gentle rubbing motions, Jenny’s whole being became centered on Tonasa’s fingertip. She began making small cries of joy, and her hips were lifting off the sleeping mats. Gradually, her body began to go rigid, and when she thought she would explode, it seemed as if she did. Her body shuddered with pleasure, and she felt her belly contract over and over again. Her cries became louder, then subsided to soft moans, and then died away as a warm glow started in her now quiet belly and spread over her entire body. “Chenny like.?... Tomorrow, moon blood come better now.” Jenny barely heard the words. She was peacefully drifting into sleep. The next morning, Tonasa woke Jenny, and handed her a slim doubled leather strap with a wider place in the middle. She showed Jenny how to pad the wider place with soft moss from one of her bags, and how to fasten it around her hips. Jenny remembered her mother’s instructions for these times, and realized how much Tonasa acted like a mother to her. She embraced Tonasa, and then quickly released her. Jenny realized she had not seen two Kiowa women hugging , even if they were mother and daughter; young girls did sometimes, but never adult women. She realized that she had never seen men embracing their women either. Again she wanted to ask, but didn’t know how. The days quickly turned to weeks, and the weeks to months. As the cold weather of winter froze the land into crystalline splendor, Jenny and Tonasa spent much of their time inside the tipi. Tonasa was still in her role of mother to Jenny, even though Tonasa was only a little older. Jenny learned more of the language, and with this new knowledge came power, power to learn faster and learn more, power to learn the ways of the tribe, and power that made her feel closer to Tonasa. hey could now talk of women’s cares, sorrows and happiness, and Jenny was surprised at how similar were their experiences, thoughts, and dreams. Jenny learned that Tonasa’s father had broken her nose after she had failed to fetch water when told. After cutting off his own nose, the tribe had banished him, and she had lived with her mother. Then one winter, bad spirits had entered her mother, and in spite of all the efforts of the village healer, her spirit had flown the to join the sky people who’s campfires were seen in the sky on clear nights. Jenny had then become the woman of an older Kiowa named Tanut. Tanut had taken her in because he was old, and could attract no other woman. Tonasa had joined with him because no other man wanted her broken nose. She had grown to love Tanut, and he had cared for her well until he was killed during a raid on another tribe. The Kiowa band had allowed her to keep her tipi, but she had no way to get food without a man to hunt, nor to get fresh hides for clothing and bed coverings. Tonasa survived by being a helper to the women of the village, and would help with the woman’s work until she found another man to take care of her. In return for her labors, they gave her food and some hides when they could spare them. Jenny could only guess that she was in the same situation, since she had been placed with Tonasa, but she was treated more like a slave. The winter hardened land suddenly melted into a glorious explosion of green grasses reaching to kiss the sun, brilliant blue skies filled with the darting flight of mating birds, and endless examples of Earth Mother’s gift of new life. Everywhere she looked, Jenny saw the world reborn in the myriad of flowers that hugged the earth for protection against the cool nights and in tiny miniatures of the animals that lived on the prairie. Delicate fawns hid, motionless, in the new grass, fluffy fox kits hunted insects and each other at the entrance to their den, and shaggy buffalo calves chased each other and then ran back to patient mothers to suckle for reassurance. The Kiowa women were blessed by Earth Mother as well, and several tiny brown babies were born. Jenny’s heart melted when she held Tonasa’s little son, his little round face with a shock of black hair peeking out of the soft deerskin wrapper. The tiny face with eyes squinting against the daylight had mouthed little “o” faces at her with little pouting lips, and when she held him to her breast, the little mouth rubbed across her dress in search of a nipple. A tear came to Jenny’s eye, and she felt gentle tugging in her belly. Her heart cried out for a tiny baby to love. Tonasa and Jenny shared these wonders, and Jenny was filled with a love for Tonasa, a love of the prairie, and a love of life. When first taken captive, Jenny had been either ignored by the tribe, or treated as a slave. As she had proven her ability to learn and willingness to share in their work, the women of the camp had begun to treat her better. They talked to her sometimes, and some even joked with her about her tanned, but still lighter skin, and about how this or that young warrior was seen with a bulge in his loincloth after she walked by. One night, after their work was done, and Tonasa and Jenny sat in the tipi talking, Jenny heard a hauntingly beautiful, softly resonant sound from outside the tipi door. She asked Tonasa about the sound and Tonasa smiled. “Yes, it is nice. It is a courting flute. One of our young men is playing for the maiden who has stolen his heart, and is trying to tell her of his love and desire for her with the music.” “Will he sing words also, like they do for the morning sun?” “No, Chenny. It is not really a song. He doesn’t play the flute with his mind. His heart tells his thoughts and his love for her to his mouth and fingers, and they help the flute to speak. He will play this music only for his love; other women will hear the song, but only the woman who loves him will hear the words his heart is speaking through the flute.” “It’s a beautiful sound; it seems filled with sorrow and happiness at the same time. It was crying before, as if for something missing. Now it sounds fulfilled, as if the man has found everything he needs in life. He must be very much in love for the music to reach so deeply to us.” Tonasa touched Jenny’s arm and said softly, “Chenny, I don’t hear what you hear. You are supposed to feel that way; his heart is singing through his flute for you, and your own heart is hearing his words.” Jenny’s face suddenly felt very warm. “Who is it?” “You must go to the flute player to find out, although I have a very good idea who he is.” “Tonasa, please tell me, please.” “No, Chenny, it is for you alone to discover him. But don’t go tonight. His heart will sing every night. On the fourth night, go to the sound of the flute. He will join with you under the eyes of the sky people, and they will tell Earth Mother of your joining so she will bless you with your own children. The next day, you will go to live with him in your own tipi.” “Tonasa, I can’t leave you alone.” “All girls must become women, Chenny, and now is your time. You need a man to care for you, and you need a man to care for. It is the way of Earth Mother. I will not be gone, and since I now have a son, another man will want me. Pahnacteh has been finding excuses to be around me lately. He’s not handsome, but he is a good hunter. We will not be apart. Now, listen as his heart speaks to you, and sleep.” Jenny felt light and airy for the next three days. Each evening, just as Tonasa had promised, the flute player spoke to Jenny’s soul, and as she listened, dreaming, she thought of what he would expect and how she should act. Tonasa had talked to her about the ways of joining, and about how she should please her mate. Jenny felt ready to burst in anticipation of the fourth night. On the evening of the fourth day, Tonasa and Jenny ate their evening meal, and they talked as they waited for the flute to speak again. As the now familiar tones resonated their way into Jenny’s heart, Tonasa rose and went to a bag she had never opened in front of Jenny. She came back with a piece of pure white leather, and gave it to Jenny. “This was my joining dress. I love you like a daughter and I wish I could give you more, but you at least need a pretty dress when you meet your lover.” Jenny unfolded the thin, soft leather. The beautiful, pure white dress was made of the finest doeskin, and was decorated with tiny shell beads and painted designs. Jenny slipped it on, and the dress molded to her body, accentuating her lush curves, and making her feel warm and beautiful. “Now, Chenny, it is time to go to your lover. Remember our talks about the joining, and remember that this is his first time too. Go now.” Jenny slipped silently outside the tipi. The flute captured her mind and led her, seemingly floating, to the small grove of trees. As she approached the grove, she could see a man in the moonlight. She approached, and as Tonasa had instructed, sat in front of him. She recognized the strong body and raven hair of the man who had captured her. Mahtotopah! He stopped playing, placed the flute aside, and took her hand. “I am filled with joy that your heart heard my heart’s song. Your spirit touched mine on the day I found you, and my heart was heavy with seeing the pain in your eyes. I hurt you that day, but I could do nothing but bring you back to my people and hope you could learn to be happy here. Tonasa has told me of your happiness, and I have seen your eyes light with the fire of life after you learned to live our ways. I can not change the past, but I hope you will forgive me for your father’s death, and accept my heart’s song as an offer of a lifetime of love and caring for you. If not, I will understand, and you may return to your people.” Jenny looked at this man, a man who took her away from her abusing father; a man who brought her to a people who lived with the wilderness in harmony and peace. She thought of the people, happy people who had accepted her as a person even though her skin was lighter. She thought of Tonasa’s patient teaching. She moved to Mahtotopah and stroked his hair. “When you took me from my home, you took me away from all that was sad in my life. With your people, I have found happiness and peace. I have seen the real beauty of this land, and have learned to love it. You did not hurt me that day, Mahtotopah, you rescued me from a terrible life. I could never go back to my people now, and I hope you can feel my heart singing back to yours.” Jenny stood up and slipped her dress over her head. She sat cross legged in front of Mahtotopah, placed his hand on her breast, and laid her cheek against his shoulder. She smelled his maleness mixed with the scent of the sage leaves he had crushed and then rubbed on his chest. She felt the regular rise and fall of his breathing, and the tiny little shiver that ran through him as she breathed softly on his neck. She found the bottom of his shirt, and lifted it over his head, then nestled her body against his, his warmth running through her as she felt firm muscle against her soft breasts. He gently laid her back on the soft doeskin blanket and slipped out of his leggings. He lay down beside her, and stroked her cheek. In silence he drank in the beauty exposed by the moonlight; lush, firm breasts with small puckered nipples, slim waist blending to full, fertile hips, and slender but strong legs. His fingertips traced the outline of her jaw, then slipped down the side of her neck and traced the line between her breasts. Jenny responded to his light touch with a small sigh, and stroked his chest, feeling his small nipple harden under her touch. As his hand cupped one full breast, Jenny slid lower and felt his hard belly. She was frozen there for a time as fingertips found the darker, bumpy skin surrounding her nipple, and gasped as she felt the tiny bumps rise, straining to be touched by those gentle fingers. When the fingers found her nipple, she became lost in his touch and drowned in the sensation. She moaned softly as his lips found hers in a soft kiss. The kiss moved to her closed eyelids, then to her cheeks, and back to her slightly parted lips as the magical fingers teased her nipple into a firm little nub of sensations. The mouth left hers, only to replace the fingers on her breast, and a wonderful tongue began to take her soul to mysterious places of pleasure and desire. Her hand slipped lower, finding a firm shaft of delightfully smooth skin and throbbing bulk. She explored this new finding as his hand caressed her side, then hip, then thigh. Her thighs opened to beckon his touch and were rewarded with warm caresses on the soft inner skin that traveled up with exquisite slowness, finally stopping at the center of her womanhood. Fingers touched delicate petals, then opened them slightly, and her thighs spread wide in anticipation. At his first tentative venture past her rapidly swelling lips, she lifted her hips to push his touch deeper, but the fingers only stroked her very entrance. Jenny felt warm dew collecting between the lips, dew that soon became the “nectar of her flower”, as Tonasa had called it. Her lips strained for his touch, and as a gentle movement slipped his finger inside her passage, she enfolded it in a warm, wet embrace that caused small tremors in her belly. His touch slipped upward, and found her small button, and Jenny bucked as his touch began to move against it. Her hand slid up and down his manhood, and she felt his moisture preparing him for their pleasure. She tugged at his member, wanting... no, needing to feel it inside her. As she moaned and panted under his loving touch, he moved between her soft thighs. Jenny guided him to her entrance, and tried to force him inside. He slowly pushed himself in, easily thwarting her attempts to impale her body on him. He pushed into the warm, wet, well until he felt the resistance of her virginity, and withdrew. He repeated this teasing several times, each time causing Jenny to push hard to drive him deeper, but without success. His fingers were now on both breasts, teasing and taunting and twisting her nipples as she writhed in ecstasy under him, trying desperately to force herself over his hard shaft. His mouth found hers in a crushing kiss, and he quickly pushed through her maidenhead and settled with himself fully inside her. As his member split her virginity, Jenny cried out, then went quiet as she felt her belly filled by his hard, throbbing warmth. Together, they lay quietly for a moment, each feeling the other by the movement of the small contractions of her passage. Jenny could not be still longer, and lifted her hips to force him deeper. This time, he pushed back, and touched the core of her soul with the sensation. He withdrew and slowly pushed in again, letting her have time to get used to the feeling, and then began a rhythm as old as all time, a rhythm responsible for the regeneration of mankind. Jenny responded to the feeling with small, soft, purring sounds as she held him close to her. He shifted position and touched her love center as he stroked inside her, and her body flamed with the sensation of fullness and the tingling sensation on the small button. Her existence centered on the sensations in her belly and swollen breasts and nipples. His chest brushed her nipples and sent shocks through her that caused her passage to grasp, then ripple against his thrusting maleness. She began to purr again, the purr now changing to long “ohhhhhh’s” and elevating to “mmmmh, mmmmh, mmmmh” as her body and mind became one in an urgent demand for release. She arched against him, once, with a tiny, hi squeal of passion. He pushed deep, touching the entrance to her child place, and splashed his seed against the opening. At the feeling of the gush, she arched against him again. He withdrew and then stroked deep, spurting again, and Jenny’s passage squeezed him hard. She was singing the ancient song of Earth Mother, the sounds and breathing as instinctive and uncontrollable as the rocking of her hips and the tight embrace in which she held him. With another tiny cry, her body erupted in a spasm of muscle contractions that lifted them both, and he thrust deep a third time. Jenny felt his fluid bathing the entrance to her womb as she floated, adrift on the peak of her passion, and then heard a soft wind in the trees making a sound. “wheekeemanah”. He settled his weight gently on her body, and they lay together, neither wanting to separate. She relished the feel of his weight on her, flattening her breasts and fertile belly against him, and causing little tingles with each breath. She wanted the full feeling to stay as long as possible. As each savored the feel of the other, Jenny asked Mahtotopah if he had also heard something at the moment their passion peaked. “Yes, I heard it well”, he said with reverence. “It was Earth Mother. She heard the sky people tell her of our joining, and she had come to bless us. It is usual for Earth Mother to come to a joining, but you must have been very close to her when you cried out. You are special for Earth Mother, and she has given a special gift to you, a gift that will make you part of our tribe, and will make our tribe part of you. She told us your Kiowa name. Wheekeemanah...it means whispering wind.” The newly born Kiowa woman, mate of Mahtotopah, named “Whispering Wind” by Earth Mother herself, cradled her man to her body and smiled. Earth Mother had whispered something else, something she alone had heard. Earth Mother had whispered, “Wheekeemanah, on this night, I have given you a son.” Whispering Without A Word An excited atmosphere filled the arrival lounge as so many of the passengers who had recently arrived via plane less then thirty minutes before finally appeared. As he glanced upon each he noticed how rejuvenated and tanned so many looked, as if they never wished to return from their vacations. As each of the passengers passed laden with luggage walked past him he wondered if her short vacation had been as wonderfully relaxing as she had hoped. He knew her trip would have been long, so he had booked into the only hotel at the airport which was the Hilton, he knew perhaps by instinct that she would adore the chance of relaxing and unwinding without having to travel for hours by train towards home. As the endless stream of passengers continued within moments his eyes had found her, he slowly moved towards the front of the waiting crowd and gestured so she might notice him. A smile came across her lips as she moved towards him, and as they approached one another they greeted each other with a long cuddle. With her luggage in his hands they walked away from the arrivals area, and he enquired into how her trip had been, her smiled and was about to reply but only seductively winked which only added to the mystery. Within minutes they were walking along the corridor towards the hotel room, and she a little taken back and yet so truly pleased with the thought of relaxing after her long flight, she naturally realised that if it was anyone else she would have been in completely surprise, but knew that her caring cuckold would have been thinking of this since the moment she had left. Once in the privacy of the room, she caressed his head and softly kiss his cheek and whispered into his ear how she had missed him, how even under the hot Spanish sun, and the sexy Spanish moon something in her life, something she needed was missing when he wasn't there to take care of her in his loving attentive way as her cuckold. He looked into her eyes and she smiled once more, bringing him close to her breast, the scent of passion delight and sex still lingered upon her clothes. As the moments passed she slowly unbuttoned his shirt, and together with his help he soon was naked before her. She stepped back and smiled whispering that he was exactly the way she remembered him. She had seen so much of her lovers' bodies over the last week, and seeing her cuckold nude before her allowed her to compare and add a little something extra to the memory of her holiday. Slowly she sat and gestured him closer and proceeded to unbutton her blouse whilst reaching toward him to draw his head softly towards her breast. The gentle feeling of his softly shaved cheeks tasting and soon the sensation of licking her skin brought back fond memories of the many times he had been with her. As he licked a mixture of tastes greeted his tongue, the hot taste of her sweat mixed with the foreign yet natural taste of sperm that centred on the tips of her nipples. As he tasted and recognised the sensation, he felt so pleased and content knowing her vacation must have been truly wonderful, although he had never expected or dreamed that she might of enjoyed a final intense passionate fuck maybe hours before her flight home. As he continued he softly licked every inch of her breasts which were now fully exposed from her blouse, his tongue softly reaching towards her arms which held him close to her. Her hands stroked his hair as she encouraged his lips to continue delicately tasting her body which he had so missed, licking the sweat of sexual fever which she had so enjoyed releasing only hours before. As his tongue danced across her skin his balls soon found their way into her hand and softly rested in her palm, she always felt such a warm feeling of content as she gently grasped them, massing and rolling them in her hands, as if it were a loving way of showing how she cared for him. Often she might tease him, dancing and guiding them between her fingers in time with his tongue that danced against her skin. Whilst those balls gently danced in her palm, she could feeling their every response, their shape and smallness in comparison to her many of her lovers, and how they tighten to her touch whilst softly released. As she touched him in that close sensual way, they cuddled, enjoying the moment, and loving the affection which was given so meaningfully and naturally without a hint of it being tainted by sexual desire. She found true comfort in knowing him truly so well, the bond they shared which allowed him to become her cuckold let her to truly know him in ways she found she couldn't always connect with other men. As with each time they were together she softly took his hand in hers and placed it at this point upon his cock, keeping him close his soft skin against hers….encouraging him to softly stroke himself, in time with her hand. She wanted it to last, to make it so meaningful to make up for all the time she was away, and yet equally she knew she needed to help him release everydrop from the balls she caressed, knowing only once totally empty would he be ready to truly bond with her as her cuckold in such a deep way by taking him the juice of her sex, and making them part of him. Within minutes the speed of her hand increased as the pressure of her hand on her balls, from a soft stroke to an intense passionate tug. Her palm wet and lubricated with moisture from her mouth softly yet intensely began to squeeze on his sac, adding weight with her hand to intensify the feeling and stimulation. Moments later the hand on his cock began to move with feverish speed….the other hand now releasing his balls reached towards a nearby tissue, lovingly wrapping it around his cock whilst the other furiously wanked him towards complety release. As the moment arrived she cuddled him close and looked lovingly into his eyes and whispered "yes my sweet, that is it, you can do it…you can get every bit of it out for me, do it for me…." The encouragement only added to her loving cuckolds excitement the first of his sperm shooting innocently into the tissue with the majority dribbling out watery. This, she knew, was to be expected and was something she enjoyed, she passionately loved the way her lovers could release and shoot such think creamy spunk, yet experiencing the opposite from her loving cuckold was a enriching and rewarding experience as his five inches released everything he had. For most men she knew well that they would be quickly spent after release, and her gentle cuckold was no different, but her hand did not stop its constant stroke against him. That was why she so loved the affection they shared , since at this moment when her cuckolds instinct was to truly only to stop and rest to recover, she knew they could lovingly continue to empty every drop from him, and for both of them to know it was truly an act of meaningful affection. Once content that he was truly spent and empty, her hand reached towards his cheek to caress him gently whilst her other hand deposited the moist tissue with his spent seed which had been held against his cock directly into the nearby wastepaper bin. She held him to her, knowing how out of breath and vulnerable he was at that moment, and how she now could return his strength and make him complete by sharing with him the beauty of her sex. As the afternoon quickly turned to evening she laid nude across on the bed, feeling the warm summers breeze gently blow across her skin whilst staring at the evening sky, twilight drew ever closer, the stars softly glowed in the summers sky, and she loved the moon on a cloudless night. The bed she now laid nude upon was truly a delight, so large and spacious with long poles at each side, which only added a special historic feeling to such a cultured and luxurious room. As the soft breeze continued her nipples stood at end whilst the soft body of her loving cuckold knelt at the foot of the bed, stroking and caressing her inner thighs. His tongue softly circled against each of her inner thighs, his eyes shut and being guided only by her warmth and the taste of her sex as his tongued caressed against each her skin. A slow dance soon followed centred against the soft outer wet lips of her cunt, each tender movement circling guiding over ever fold and curve of them. The soreness of her cunt truly added to his happiness as his eyes opened and glanced upon the soft skin he licked, knowing that she had truly had a passionate time on her vacation. As the minutes passed the soft and shaved outer lips of her cunt moist with the wetness of his adoring tongue. Her clitoris throbbed as his hands reached towards her, fingertips instinctively moving towards her, to part those outer lips which now glistening in both the moisture of his tongue as well as the soft candlelight which bathed the room. The lips of her cunt willingly opened, the passion and hunger of his tongue was soon greeted by the lust and heat of her moist inner cunt, which once opened exposed the her feminine essence, A tingle of delight shot through her spine, and her body instantly responded by arching the clef of her back whilst releasing a soft pleasurable audible moan from her lips. He smiled as his lips reached close to her skin, feeling both so wonderful and yet so honoured to have brought such pleasure to her. His eyes returned to the moistness and heat of her inner cunt, and his tongue softly caressed her moist inner lips. Those lips so often hidden now were gently between his lips and softly being sucked upon. His tongue purposely did not instantaneously reach towards her clitoris which by this point throbbed and openly showed its need for sexual attention, he knew this was a special and meaningful ritual and pleasure for them to share, a true celebration of her sexuality and pleasure, which made an essential part of the lifestyle they share.. Her cunt which was initially so sore when he began to carress it was now coated in a bed of soothing warm moisture from his lips, which felt so wonderfully cool as the breeze slipped upon it. Once the soft inner lips of her moist cunt had been gently and deeply sucked he placed his lips over the true moist opening of her cunt, the heat guiding him towards it and once there her cuckolds lips instinctively sealed his lips around her moist opening until the seal was truly air tight. Once achieved his tongue began to circle and spiral its way within. The walls of her hot inner cunt greeted him as her juices flowed ever downwards, the potent taste of warm sperm once more slipped to his mouth, this time in a greater intensity…as his tongue continued its dance. As she laid, eyes shut her muscles naturally releaxed.and the rich taste of sperm mixed with her own juices flowed naturally into his mouth and down the throat which he now kept open. The juices of sex which she released from deep within her never say the light of day as they flowed seamlessly from the hot inner depths of her pussy, into the warm comfort of his soft plump tummy. There they found a soft moist place to mingle inside him, so the magic of the sex she had enjoyed earlier that morning before her flight could continue...As the sperm of her lover mixed ever more readily into her own juice inside her cuckold. Minutes later his lips began to release from her and her well sucked cunt, and he began to lick in a truly different manner, she could only recognize it as in the same way a cat drinks milk or perhaps how the cat licks the bowl clean of cream. As she lay there feeling so wonderful her body and cunt throbbed and glowed. She opened her eyes feeling sure that the moment had arrived where her cuckold would now reach towards her clitoris but a smile curled her lips as she realised how loving and attentive her cuckold truly was as she felt his tongue reached towards her anus. His tongue softly began probe her bottom to ensure it was free of the juices of sex which so often found their way deep into her bottom during anal sex. She knew today she had not enjoyed anal sex, yet the feeling of his tongue delicately skirting along her anal rim only added to the pleasure she knew was about to arrive. And that moment soon arrived, as she knew the feeling of his lips as they began to softly seal to her clitoris and draw it deeply into his waiting mouth. If this was not enough she soon felt the wonderful sensation of his tongue flicking feverishly against her clitoris which was deep inside his mouth being sucked like a nipple. Wave upon wave of pleasure slipped across her body in ever increasing magnitude causing her body to move unconsciously in unison to the dance of his tongue. Orgasm upon orgasm greeted her body whilst the intensity of his feverish licking only hightened. An uncontrollable fit of passion filled her as her thighs grasped at his head as she moved from side to side as the final orgasm rose from her spine to her nipples…whilst leaving her toes curled and tingling. They lay there for sometime, the soft body of her cuckold gently caressing her legs as they breathed in unison. She soon gestured him to lay beside her and once there stroked his soft receding hairline, whilst staring into his eyes. Her hand slipped so one gently across his skin and caressed one of his nipples whilst cupping one of his small breasts, before rolling down to softly stroke and squeeze his plump tummy. Her other hand returned to its original destination, cupping his balls which now hanged low and almost lifeless in her hand. She smiled loving the thought of knowing she had truly emptied and found herself almost giggling as she kissed his cheeks smelling herself and her lover on his breath…knowing the balls she held were so empty of sperm, yet the tummy she held was so full of the juices of her sex and the sperm of her lover. She looked into his eyes softly kissed his cheek lovingly knowing this was a special moment…and soon whispered the last words of the evening "Thank you my sweet darling cuckold," before cuddling close to him to sleep the night away. (The end)