Native American Papoose Novels & Stories

I look over at him from behind the book. "The most important crop among native Americans?" I speak in a single breath as seconds fly by. Plinio pops one knuckle and replies after thirty seconds have passed. God, give me patience! "Tobacco," he answers his own favorite thing in the world instead. I have to try hard to suppress my chuckle at that. "Wrong. Maize." I say eyeing his body language. It appears as if he's trying his best to not give the right answer. "Name the treaty for the division of the new world?"

Seven days went by and Poppie emerged from the bedroom one night as I was watching tv. “Hey,” Poppie said as she walked into the living room. “Hey girl, how you feelin’?” I looked at her and she looked so pale. “Like shit,” she said, flopping down on the couch wrapped in a huge, fleece, hooded robe. She wrapped it tightly around her and sat with her legs folded in front of her. “Well, you had me worried for a few days, but it’s good to see you on the other side,” I said, looking over at her and smiling.

They said it was very special, as it was the first white woman they had ever fucked and they were looking forward to pleasuring my beautiful white wife again tonight. When they saw how small my white cock was, they fully understood my wife’s need to experiment with larger cocks, which they, as proud highland Papuans, could offer. In this regard, they had carefully selected among the 30-year-old men in the clan to ensure they brought penis offerings for her that were very much larger than they had to offer. He hoped that she would enjoy these large men and that I would enjoy watching my naked white wife being repeatedly fucked by well-endowed dark Papuan men.

"This whole section needs replacing. We can work down the line." "Okay." Nate followed the foreman's cues. They used a sledgehammer on the boards that were rotten or loose, then Nate held the new section while Nakos nailed them in place. They got a few done before Nate spoke again. "Where's the reservation?" "Between here and the Thunder Basin National Grasslands." Nakos pointed due north. "Arapaho tribe." Nate had never heard of it. He and Justin had served with a guy who was part Cherokee, but that was the extent of Nate's knowledge on Native Americans. "What's that phrase you say to Olivia every morning?"