Big Game

'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 that 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
that 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 swang 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 that
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 very 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
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 which told the world that 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.