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{ASSM} Big Game (Bradley Stoke) (FM)

Title: Big Game
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: FM
Short Summary: Prehistoric love and culture clash.


[This story has been previously published on Ruthie's Club
(www.ruthiesclub.com) where it was edited by the much
missed Ruthie and illustrated by Tzratzk.]

For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www



Story: Big Game (6,002 words)

As the daughter of the village shaman, 'En knows she is
destined for a fortuitous marriage. When a figure is washed
up from the shore she knows who her husband will be. But
Nuna'en comes from the ice-covered north where customs are
very different. And although his skill at hunting big game
brings him ready acceptance in 'En's village, there are
cultural differences he doesn't so readily understand.




Big Game
========


The iceberg floated past the coast, white and blue
reflecting onto the sea from its mountainous heights. This
was by no means the first iceberg that 'En had seen. Indeed,
they were a common sight, particularly in summer, but she
had no idea what they were. It occasionally snowed in
winter, but 'En was not able to associate the sight of the
huge white floating islands with the white dusting across
the dry winter plains. But these were just one of the many
strange things in a world populated by mysterious spirits
and large mammals.

There were no large mammals here on the beach facing the
sea, apart from the seals sunning themselves on a rock not
far out to sea. The big game was scattered out on the great
plains: elephant, rhinoceros, deer, antelopes, even the
occasional lion or hyena. Without a hunting party this
game was just to be watched and admired, rather like the
floating iceberg gradually melting on its long slow journey
south. 'En loved to sit by the sea, even though here, like
everywhere else, she had to be careful of those dangerous
animals that would see her as just food. Not at all as a
young, growing girl on the verge of adulthood, looking for
a husband.

Of course, it wasn't a husband that she had expected to see
on the long sandy beach. She had always thought he would
be one of the men from her village not many strides away,
just by the river, and visible from the sand dune where she
was sitting cross-legged and brushed by the warm sea
breeze. Smoke was rising from the many fires that blazed
in the village. Even though it was summer, she could
remember the cool of the winter when mammoth and bison
would come down from the north bringing with them the
warm fur skins that kept her and her people warm. She
pulled together the leopard fur that draped around her neck
and shoulders at the memory of those cold, snow-free
nights. And then she looked out across the sand, hoping to
see some small animal she could hunt and kill and take
back to her village. It was then that she saw Nuna'en. Of
course, she didn't know his name. Nor even that he was
human. It was just a bundle of fur sprawled on the sand. It
was only as she approached and could see his strangely
pale skin that she was persuaded that it was a human.

As she rolled over and examined the body, there were
many things she found extraordinary, not the least of which
was that here was someone who was not from her village.
In all her life, nor in the lives of the village elders, had
anyone ever met someone who did not come from her
village. Then there was his pale skin: so odd in contrast to
her own light brown skin. A face that was pinched and
drawn, with ever such a long nose and a ragged mess of
dark brown hair in which small bones had been threaded.
And his attire. Thick fur. Perhaps from a mammoth. Or a
bear. And strangest of all, it covered him from neck to
ankle. This puzzled 'En. How could she even be sure that
this was a man, even though he had a beard? How would
the man be able to properly speak? And why would anyone
choose to hide his or her sex? Nobody she had ever met, in
either winter or summer, whether male or female, had ever
hidden their genitals. It would be like hiding the mouth or
the eyes.

Almost the first thing 'En did, after she had established that
the man was unconscious and would not wake to her
repeated shakings, was to uncover his genitals. And what a
sight met her eyes. Not only was it bizarre that he should
hide his penis in the first place, but that he should hide
such a fine one. In all her life, 'En had never seen such a
huge penis on a man. On a horse or an elephant or giraffe,
she had seen many much larger ones. But never so
considerable on a man. And this penis was not erect. It
would be even bigger if it had been. She was tempted to
stroke it into life there and then. And to take it into her
mouth. To compare its taste with the many others she had
tasted. Perhaps from a bigger penis, there would be more
sperm. 'En shivered with delight at the thought of all that
hot warm creamy goo on her face and breasts. But 'En was
a good girl, as befitted a well-brought up daughter, and she
knew that her first duty was to her village.

And so she dragged the man to the shelter of a rock,
hopefully out of sight of any predators, and then ran back
to her village, her brown legs and buttocks flashing against
the pale fine sand of the beach.

When Nuna'en awoke he was astonished to find himself
lying naked on a huge deerskin rug surrounded by more
penises and vaginas than he had ever seen before. What
was this? Why were these people so indecently dressed?
The young, as well as the old, were not so much naked as
half-dressed. And so many of them. Light brown skin.
Flattened faces. Long straight black hair. And barely
hidden by the thick pubic fur was an array of vaginas. He
hardly knew where to look. Had he not felt so weak, his
penis would surely have sprung to attention and he would
once again be victim to the animal urges that had so often
overcome him in his own village and had ultimately led to
his ignominious exile.

His head fell to one side. His thoughts and memories
overwhelming him, even amongst these strangers. He
remembered so clearly the day when the men in his village
discovered him making love with the chief's daughter. A
dangerous sport, but Nuna'en was known to be a man who
chased after the bigger game. Mammoths, mastodons,
woolly rhinoceri, giant elk. He had hunted them all. And
this contributed to his undoing. But why had the spirits
blessed him with such a large prick if he hadn't been born
to use it? Not an argument the chief would understand.

However, the chief was merciful. It was recognised that
Nuna'en had served the village well on the hunting parties.
No one could forget the day he heroically threw the spear
that killed the mammoth whose meat fed and whose fur
clothed the village that winter, and who by his bravery and
courage had ensured the survival of the women and
children of the village. Had he been a lesser man, his fate
would have been castration or a stoning. The chief chose
instead to banish him. He was sentenced to exile, in the
traditional manner. He was taken to the shore-side onto the
crumbling glaciers that were crashing into the sea, and left
on a mountain of ice that was about to break away and
become an iceberg.

And so it was, for how many days or even cycles of the
moon, he didn't know, as the iceberg drifted away from the
dry steppes he had known all his life, he was left to eat
only what fish he could spear from the sea or birds from
the sky, drinking only the melting water of the ice, as his
home became an island of white and blue floating across
the waves. It was a long lonely journey enlivened only by
the sight of strange beasts in the sea: whales, sea cows,
great auks, dolphins and giant otters. And on the way,
Nuna'en was astonished to see that the world was changing
too. Not as in the seasons, when the mammoth herds
retreated south in the winter or the mosquitoes ruled the
dark forests in the summer. But in more curious ways than
that. The sun was higher in the sky. The trees along the
shore had broad thick leaves. And the mountain of ice that
he and his village believed would be his home forever
became steadily smaller as the sun shone more brightly.

Until the day came when there was no mountain. There
were other icebergs floating by, but his had shrunk so
quickly to the size of a small rock. And then it was gone
and with horror he was thrown into the sea, at the mercy of
the huge strange swimming beasts he had watched from the
safety of the once much larger iceberg. He couldn't swim.
No one in his village could swim. The ocean was far too
cold where he lived for that to be possible, although here
the water was almost pleasantly warm. His survival
depended on the few branches he had taken with him to
make into spears and onto which he could cling to stay
afloat.

And now here, surrounded by these peculiar people. He
opened his eyes again. They were talking to each other. But
Nuna'en had no idea what they were saying. They were
making noises that sounded so mysterious to him. Clicks,
lisps, grunts, growls, and sounds that he recognised but
were assembled totally differently. How could it be that
people could speak but not speak the language of his
people? And all the while, their hands were touching their
genitals. This puzzled him at first. Why were these people
masturbating so freely in front of him and each other? In
his village, masturbation was not something that a man or a
woman would admit to. It was shameful to touch oneself.
The only correct use for a man's genitals was to be inside a
woman's, and then only within the sanctity of marriage.
But Nuna'en noticed that the genitals were only gestured,
felt or shaken when a person was speaking. Even from the
haze of his exhaustion he was able to see that this strange
genital manipulation was actually part of these people's
language. Rather like people in his village might punctuate
their speech with gestures in the air.

And then his eyes closed. The effort of concentrating on
these strange people was tiring. What he needed was food
and drink. And his tiredness overwhelmed him again. Even
the welcome, but rather forward, stroking of his penis that
one girl was so keen on doing was not enough to keep him
awake, even though his manhood stirred from the attention.

'En was proud of her discovery. And everyone in the
village envied her for it. As the days went by and the tall
pale man became healthier, it became clear that he was
indeed a normal man and not an exotic spirit. He had
normal needs. Food and drink and sleep. But he was also
very unusual. Pale and thin and muscular. And his prick!
No one had seen a prick like that! All the married girls
were clamouring for the privilege of knowing it better. And
it clearly wasn't likely to disappoint. It became stiff, like a
normal prick, even though it was as pale a colour as the
rest of him. And one girl, who had tugged on it for many
minutes, reported that it produced semen just as much as it
had already been observed to produce urine.

And as the days passed, he was gradually learning to speak.
At first he couldn't speak at all. He made strange noises
that sounded a bit like speech, but he never touched his
penis and some of the sounds were like someone coughing
out of the nose. But gradually, like a very bright child, he
was learning to articulate. Able to say when he was hungry,
thirsty or tired. This pleased 'En. She had been frightened
that Nuna'en, as he called himself, might not really be
human at all. Just some kind of peculiar ape or monkey
who wore mammoth skin. But he was a person. And more
than that, a man. Now, all 'En wanted was permission to
marry him. She was ready for marriage. She had been
ready for many months. The blood that dribbled down her
leg each month was proof of her readiness. But until she
had a husband and a father for her children she would not
know the delights of a prick inside her. And she so much
wanted Nuna'en's prick. Her father was the village shaman.
She surely deserved the privilege.

It was her mother who had to give permission of course.
When it came to matters of marriage or domestic village
life, it was the women who decided. And 'Enwa'em was
one of the senior women of the village. She had given birth
to as many boys as girls, one a year, of which maybe five
or more had lived to adulthood. 'En climbed the ladder that
led to 'Enwa'em's hut, which was kept raised by stilts above
the ground and the threat of wild animals. She could hear
the familiar sound of her mother making love. It was her
mother's admirable duty to sexual promiscuity that had
made her so fecund. 'En hoped that after marriage she
should be able to match her mother in the number of
different partners she might enjoy in a single day. And
every day. Her virgin crotch yearned in anticipation.

Two men were making love to her mother. Sha'an was
beneath her, his legs splayed and his penis thrusting inside
her vagina, while Rhia'on was kissing her, his erect prick
grasped in her hand. As usual her mother was very vocal in
her lovemaking. She could be heard from all around the
village. 'En felt so proud. And her mother could fuck for
ages! Before long, other men in the village would climb the
ladder and join in the fun. 'En loved it when her mother
was penetrated from behind as well as in front. As long as
none of that sperm was wasted in the unproductive tight
recesses of her anus, 'En was delighted to see the pleasure
it gave her mother.

She knelt down beside Enwa'em and took her mother's
hand in hers, pleased to see her mother give vent to great
cries of ecstasy as Sha'an's penis thrust deeper and deeper
into her. Not a penis as splendid as Nuna'en's, but more
than serviceable. And then her lover released the blessed
sperm inside her, a satisfying creamy release that seeped
out onto her mother's thighs.

"What is it, child?" asked her mother at last, as she
collapsed on top of Sha'an, whose penis was rapidly
shrinking as it spurted out the last of its sperm.

'En gestured with her hands at her crotch to indicate to her
mother that most of what she had to say would require her
touching herself there. Enwa'em eased herself free of her
lovers. She could see that this was a serious conversation
that would require a great deal of concentration. Although
the stickiness of the sperm pleased her, it glued her fingers
together and would interfere with her articulation.

"I want to marry Nuna'en," announced 'En, using the
gestures that made clear the seriousness of her intent. This
was actually slightly painful as this entailed her thrusting
several of her fingers deep inside the lips of vagina. And
she was still a young girl. Her vagina had never been
penetrated by a man's penis and her articulation was
subsequently limited.

"Marry?" asked her mother, a non-vocal question she
achieved with no difficulty at all, her vagina almost
swallowing her entire fist.

"Your daughter wants to get married?" queried Rhia'on,
who as a man had to articulate in a different way to a
woman. To achieve the expression he had to form a hole in
his fingers between forefinger and thumb, and pull it up
and down along the length of his sperm-soaked penis. "I
hope I may soon get to know your daughter as well as I
know you, Enwa'em, my dear."

"And so you shall. But 'En. Are you sure? He is an alien.
He is from a distant land, where he says there are many
mammoths and very few antelope. And he has an
enormous prick!" To articulate this last word, Enwa'em
grabbed Rhia'on's rather smaller penis, which was however
rapidly getting bigger.

"It is his prick that I most love, mother. I would so dearly
love it to be inside me. As it has already been inside the
cunt of many girls in our village."

"That is true! He has demonstrated his virility. He may yet
give our village many children, for which we would be
very grateful."

"So, mother, do I have your permission?"

"Both my permission and my blessing, my dear!" 'Enwa'em
told her. "But he knows nothing of the responsibility of a
husband or a father. I will have to let him fuck me this
evening and teach him the benefits and duties of a married
man."

Nuna'en was rather enjoying his recuperation in the village.
He didn't even know the name of the girl who was sucking
his penis, and doing it with such skill and expertise. Not
that he necessarily found it especially easy to articulate.
Some of his attempts to mimic the hand gestures of these
people caused incredible hilarity. And it was an incredible
effort to make the clicking sounds and glottal stops that
punctuated the words. But the language of love, or at least
of sex, was pretty universal. And nobody, it seemed, could
keep their eyes or hands off his penis. The girl now sucking
his prick had justonly a few moments before entered the hut
where he lay with no excuse whatsoever and almost
immediately knelt down to lick and nibble at his genitals.
Nuna'en watched with pleasure as the girl's mouth
encompassed his prick, her cheeks caving in from the
suction, but still only able to get less than a third of his
erect member inside her.

 From the first day that he arrived, Nuna'en had been
expecting to meet or to be introduced to the chief of the
village. After all, he was a stranger. He was almost
surprised that he'd been allowed to live. He was sure that in
his village a stranger washed up on the shore would not be
given anything like the welcome he was enjoying. In fact,
at the very least he'd have been castrated. His tribe
wouldn't risk the virtue of their women from someone they
didn't know. But it gradually became aware to him, as his
language skills improved, that there was no chief. There
didn't seem to be anyone leading the village at all.

At first Nuna'en couldn't really believe that such a state of
affairs could exist. How could decisions ever be made?
How could even the simple things like hunting parties be
organised? But when he was invited on a hunt, he was able
to see at first hand how these people organised themselves.
The roles people played on the hunt were not dictated by
rank, birth or status, but by how good they were at
performing the various skills required to track down and
kill an aurochs, an antelope or a quagga. And he soon
showed his worth. The courage and determination that had
permitted his survival in his own village was immediately
recognised by his hunting companions, who, for one day
and one day only, were praising him more for his hunting
prowess than for the size of the penis they insisted on
grasping and stroking at every opportunity. The animals
here were different to those that lived in the steppes near
his home village, but there were many more of them and
although many of them were swift of foot, they were no
more swift of brain.

But he was not sure of his status in the village. He only
gradually discovered that however brave or courageous he
was on the hunt, or however well he performed in bed, he
was still considered a lesser being. And this was not
because he was a foreigner. There was something else. He
felt excluded from the discussions that decided the timings
of the hunts or where they should be, although he was
more than welcome to join when they happened. In fact, he
felt almost like a child, a position he was not used to.

Then he heard another person climb up the ladder to the
hut where he had been allowed to stay. These people were
as free with property as they were with their bodies, and
Nuna'en had no way of knowing whether this visitor was
for him or just someone who wanted to stay in the hut. If it
was the latter, he had no choice but to let the person in and
to use the hut as his or her own. If the former, and here
Nuna'en's heart still beat faster in anticipation, he could
again be enjoying sex with multiple partners, a pattern of
behaviour as common here as it was unknown in his own
village.

It was however only the girl, 'En, who had discovered him
washed up on the beach. For reasons that Nuna'en wasn't
sure, this girl, as were other young girls, was strictly out of
bounds to him and other men for sexual purposes.
However free these people were, they had limits to their
depravity.'En greeted the girl who was exercising his prick,
who responded without removing the penis from her mouth
by a series of hand movements around her crotch. It was
then that Nuna'en learnt that the girl whose mouth was
firmly glued to his erect penis was 'En's sister and that she
was called 'Enya'a, a name that required two fingers to
stroke the clitoris. 'En then sat back on the antelope skin
rug with a smile and watched her sister and he make love.

After so many years of making love surreptitiously,
frightened of being discovered and castrated, it was odd
now to be fucking someone so openly, but strangely
enough the very perversity of the situation actually rather
excited Nuna'en. However, he was aware that 'Enya'a was
hastening the lovemaking, to bring it to an end sooner than
she would otherwise have done so, probably out of respect
for her sister, but otherwise too polite to stop altogether.
Like her mother, 'Enya'a was a vocal lover, but she had not
enjoyed a cock as large as Nuna'en's before and her cries of
passion were louder and shriller than normal. Nuna'en's
prick pushed in and out of her vagina as she lay on top of
him, her small breasts violently shaking with her passion,
the nipples hard and stiff, and trickles of sweat streaking
down her slender waist and dampening their intermingled
pubic hair.

'En was so proud of her sister. She was fortunate indeed to
be blessed by a family who made love so often and so
loudly. She hoped she too would match them in passion
when she was married. She stroked her clitoris as she
watched Nuna'en push his prick in and out, in and out, of
'Enya'a's cunt. And however wide that cunt was, big
enough for a whole fist, as 'En had already discovered, that
prick was still not in to the shaft. At least not at first. But
as 'En's crotch became wetter and her fingers ached more
with her feverish masturbation, that prick gradually slid
deeper and deeper into her sister. And then... The moment
the spirits blessed. An explosion of creamy pale sperm
trickled out of her sister's cunt, down the length of
Nuna'en's prick, clearly visible on 'Enya'a's black and
Nuna'en's lighter brown pubic hair.

At last, the couple were collapsed on each other, panting
and breathing heavily as they recovered from their
exertions. Nuna'en's prick flopped onto his hairy thigh and
'Enya'a's arms clung around his muscular shoulders. 'En
continued to masturbate, but slowly and without the intent
of achieving orgasm. She loved Nuna'en's strong muscular
body. The thick hair on his arms, chest and legs. The thick
brown hair, now combed and straight, like the men of her
village. The scar from an aurochs horn across his cheek.
The tooth-marks from a leopard on his shoulder. But more
than the blessings of nature and the trophies of hunting, it
was the penis that 'En loved most. Even limp, it was bigger
than many men's penis was erect.

At last she made the announcement that her beating heart
had made so difficult for her. It was not an easy
announcement to make. It was one she could only ever
make once in her life. And then after that, she could never
do it again. "I have spoken to my mother and I have her
approval and blessing. I want to marry you, Nuna'en. I
want to be your wife and to bear children."

'En was rather disappointed by Nuna'en's reaction. It was
scarcely the one of unalloyed joy that she'd expected from
such a momentous announcement. In fact, he seemed
rather puzzled. His words were even more puzzling, not
assisted by his clumsy articulation and his ignorance of so
many of the subtle nuances of genital manipulation. 'En left
him with tears just beginning to well. Surely, she wouldn't
be dishonoured by a rejection. That had never happened in
all history. But then neither had there ever been a visitor
from over the seas before. She managed to say that her
mother wanted to see him that evening. And she gave him
the traditional blessing for such meetings, that they would
fuck long and hard, and produce much semen.

And then she ran down the ladder, and her legs carried her
to the sand dunes at the beach where she could sit and
weep. This was so much harder than she'd thought. She'd
expected Nuna'en to take her in his strong hairy arms, to
shower her in kisses, to invite her to stroke and suck his
penis. Even perhaps to push a finger up her anus, the only
hole he could so penetrate before marriage. Instead he
uttered words whose meaning was muddled and uncertain.
She gazed at the sea, where sea cows were grazing and sea
gulls were squawking over the floating carcass of a
porpoise. The sea and her fingers on her crotch were her
only comfort as she thought of a life after rejection. Could
she ever find another man who she'd want to marry as
much as she had Nuna'en? Most of the older men were
already married, and she always much preferred older men
to those of her own age. Much more mature. A body that
had experienced many years of lovemaking. How could she
bear to lose her virginity to anyone who had not fucked at
least a hundred times? And the only two men who were not
married ? well, it was known they were very nearly
married to each other and that their sperm would never
produce another generation.

Nuna'en was actually rather more puzzled than anything
else. He'd told 'En as best he could that he'd think about it,
and that he would discuss it with the other men in the
village, slightly disconcerted by the girl's boldness. In his
village, it was the man who chose a wife. And for this he
would always seek the approval of the chief. If the chief
assented, then the wife to be had no choice but to assent.
Refusal would lead to exile or even stoning. This was how
Nuna'en had expected it to be. Marriage had been on his
mind, as it had always been before his exile. But here there
seemed almost no point. Marriage was no bar to fucking
whoever you liked, wherever and whenever you liked. And
indeed, all the women already seemed to be married, even
though they seemed to spend no more time with their
husbands than with any other man.

He was rather surprised by 'Enya'a's reaction. When she
saw her sister leave, she burst into a wild fury, throwing
wooden bowls and sticks at him. "How could you?" she
was saying angrily, the first angry voice he'd heard since
his exile. "She is my sister. Her father, my father, is the
village shaman. You bring shame to us all!" She picked up
her quagga skin pelt and wrapped it around her shoulders.
"You will see my mother this evening. You will apologise
for your cruel and thoughtless behaviour. And perhaps if
my mother is feeling generous. And her cunt has been well
penetrated. And your prick fucks her well. Perhaps then,
she may relent and let you marry my sister."

Nuna'en was left alone in the hut.  He had clearly behaved
badly, but he wasn't sure how. These people were very
strange. He rested in thought for an hour or so, wondering
exactly how he had caused offense. And then, when it
seemed that it was evening, the sun low in the sky, he
lowered himself out of the hut and strode across the village
to 'En's mother's hut. As he walked, he was conscious of
the difference in how the people in the village were
treating him now. His gaze was dodged. People turned
about to avoid passing him. There was none of the friendly
penis waving or crotch stroking by which these people
usually greeted him. Nor was there the jovial reference to
his huge penis, which swung between his legs, and about
which he was almost feeling ashamed. These people were
such savages. Always fucking each other. Always exposing
themselves. How could he have thought he could have
become a member of this tribe?

'Enwa'em, 'En's mother, did not appear to be in a very
cheerful mood when Nuna'en entered her hut. She made
only a sour response to his smile, as she reclined on her
leopard skin rug wearing a formal lion-skin wrap around
her neck and over the top of her huge swollen but now
sagging breasts, the nipples dark and brown after years of
suckling babies. She frowned at Nuna'en and gestured that
he sit down.

"You have brought shame to us. My daughter announced
that she wished you to marry her and you did not at once
agree. You are free, of course, to not marry. You have the
right to lead the life of a child, with no responsibility, no
children and no duty. But not in this village, of course.
Have you really no idea of how much you have upset 'En?"

'Enwa'em had been careful with her words, avoiding
genital contact, and articulating slowly. Nuna'en was still
not sure of the meaning of all that she said, but he
understood that he was in disgrace. "Forgive me," he
begged. "I am but a stranger to the ways of your people.
Marriage in my village is a matter for the man to decide.
Not the woman."

'Enwa'em laughed, despite her anger. "What a bizarre and
dangerous concept! How can a man make a decision like
that? He doesn't give birth. He doesn't rear or breast-feed
children. He just hunts game, builds huts and fucks. If all
decisions were left to men, then the world would be one of
chaos. There would be fighting amongst people, greed,
anxiety, and no cooperation. The world would be a
dreadful place to live in. And that most important of
decisions, as to who first deflowers a girl and helps to rear
her children. That must surely be taken by the girl who is
to be married."

Nuna'en bowed his head. He was still very confused.
Women making decisions? No chief? Sex expected, rather
than forbidden, outside of marriage?

'Enwa'em leaned over and took Nuna'en's penis in her
hand. She squeezed it tightly. "You may choose to leave
our village. You can leave now. No one will stop you. You
can live with the jackals and the apes. If you wish to
remain in the village, then you must beg forgiveness, fuck
me until you can fuck me no more and then marry my
daughter. The choice is yours. Stay or go?"

Nuna'en felt he had no choice. He had already been exiled
from one village. He had no wish to make a habit of it. The
world was a large unfriendly place full of predators, evil
spirits and demons. "Please accept my apologies. I offer
only the excuse of my stupidity and ignorance."

'Enwa'em squeezed Nuna'en's prick a little tighter. "Now
fuck me like you have never fucked anyone before!" she
commanded.

Forgiveness for Nuna'en was a long time coming. Even
after many hours of sex with 'En's mother, the oldest
woman he had ever fucked, perhaps fifteen or more years
his senior, and undoubtedly a demanding woman. Her
breasts might be large and sagging, her waist slack, her
buttocks full and sloppy, but neither her passion nor her
stamina was lessened by age. Here at least was a cunt that
could hold the whole of Nuna'en's prick, but his sperm was
to flow more than once as the evening went on. The sex
was vigorous, violent, almost joyless. And still 'Enwa'em
was not satisfied.

The marriage ceremony with 'En was a more agreeable
affair. The whole village sang and danced as Nuna'en
thrust into her unbroken hymen, releasing those precious
drops of blood that told the world she was now a married
woman and could start bearing children of her own. Her
cries of pain were the greater because of the extra size of
Nuna'en's penis, but this was considered a lucky sign. The
village cheered when his penis emerged, covered in blood
and sperm. Almost immediately, women of the village bent
on their knees to lick off the blood and sperm from his
prick, believing it would improve their fecundity and bring
them healthier children. For a moment, all seemed well for
Nuna'en.

But even after marriage, forgiveness was a slow process.
No woman except 'En or her mother would have sex with
Nuna'en for many cycles of the moon, as his shame
lessened only gradually. 'En meanwhile had sex with every
man in the village, including her father, enjoying the
freedom that came with marriage. When she at last bore a
child, everyone could see from the skin and hair that
although Nuna'en was the official father, the biological
father was of the village. Indeed, in this time, Nuna'en had
sex rather more often with 'En's mother than with 'En
herself. This was not really a punishment. 'Enwa'em was a
very good lover. Nuna'en had not known before that a
woman could teach him the ways of love, rather than he
being the teacher. But part of his lesson was to learn non-
exclusivity. 'Enwa'em preferred to fuck with two or more
men at the same time, often one penis up her front (usually
Nuna'en's) and another one in her anus.

It was only after 'En had given birth, that Nuna'en at last
felt that the village had forgiven him for his insensitivity.
And when he heard 'En's sister, 'Enya'a, enter his hut,
where he was lying next to 'En and her daughter, he knew
that at last he could enjoy life as he did in his first few
days.

'En smiled as she watched her husband thrust into her
sister, her legs wide and wrapped around his waist, her
cries of passion waking the baby who gurgled in pleasure
at the fucking in front of her. 'En stroked her baby's cheek.
If the baby had not been there she would gladly have joined
her husband and her sister in their loud, ecstatic passion.
But she had a duty to perform in bringing up her baby. She
kissed her baby's cheek and smiled indulgently. At the
moment, the fucking her daughter was watching was just a
big game for her, but in years to come it would seem to be
the most serious thing in the world.





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