When in Rome...

You have to marvel at this bizarre people. They let their women cavort freely, seeming to not care about issues of paternity. Rather backward, you must say. Well, if so, you have no problem partaking in local customs when it suits you. Looking down at the beautiful young girl beneath you wears away the last of your inhibitions. You could do a lot worse.

You rest your forearms on either side of her head so that you can hold her head in your hands. You kiss her with greater passion as she squirms beneath you, undulating her soft mocha pelvis against your penetration. You see her eyes start to roll up as she starts to lose control. You continue to make out with her, invading her mouth with your tongue. So banal to you, it's an exotic pleasure for her. Her eyes are almost all the way up, only the barest hint of color visible at the top. Her lips stop moving, and you hear her scream into your mouth as she orgasms under you. She thrashes weakly beneath you, while her pussy clamps down hard on your cock. You could have blown long ago, but you were waiting on her. Grateful, your thick cock, locked tightly by her soft walls, twitches in spurts as you fire great loads of hot seed against the fertile young woman's womb. Despite her sensory overload, the girl still opens her eyes wide in surprise as she feels you spill into her. After a few more moments of senselessness, she looks down briefly, but since she can't see much from her position she goes back to looking at you. She looks up sadly, moving her lips. You guess that she wants to kiss some more, so you oblige her.

You lay there for some time, making out with your native lover as you cool down, still lodged deep within her and dribbling out the very last drops you have. After a good while has passed, you slip your deflated cock out of her and roll over on your back. You turn your head to look at her and see her smiling back at you. The two of you break out in giggles, still looking at one another. When you both finish, she sits up and looks down at her deflowered pussy. She reaches down, touching the stream of cum leaking out of her curiously. She looks at you questioningly, but you have no idea how to communicate to her anything useful. Instead, you get up, and offer your hand to her (other hand) to help her up. She takes it, and then you get dressed. The two of you walk back, holding hands and smiling all the way.

As you get back you see her father on the hilltop looking out for you. You drop her hand instinctively, even though he was so permissive. As you reach the top of the hill, he tries to make conversation. "I hope you two enjoyed" he says. He says something in native to the girl, though you think from the context that he called her Yahima. She nods happily and says something you don't get, then he turns to you. You're not in the mood to talk to an old man about intimate matters. "Sure, yes, leave me be" you say under your breath, walking past him. "If she becomes heavy with chi-" You put your hands on your ears. "No hablo!" you yell as you walk off. Awkward.

Diego shakes his head as you return. "I hope you know what you're doing Senor" he says quietly, but that's all. Good, last thing you need is a nosy servant. Feeling tired in body but refreshed in spirit, you go back to giving orders. By day's end, the estate seems to be taking shape into something like what you had planned.