Chapter 6 - Germany: 30,000 Years Ago part 5

Eyya had taken off her garments and spread them in a clearing to recline on while she awaited us. As Brulde stood watch, I slipped off my clothes and kneeled beside her. I stared into her dark eyes as I undressed. Her golden skin gleamed in the late afternoon sunlight. I wanted to put my lips to hers. I wanted to run my palms across the soft fullness of her figure, feel her smooth curves and the swell of her belly and breasts.

"I remember mating with you as a child, Gon," she said breathlessly, speaking our language. She stroked her hand through my hair, gazing at the strands with a wondering expression as they slid through her fingers. The hair of my people had a finer texture than her own. She looked me in the eyes then, smiling mischievously, and said, "You had a funny-looking penis. It was so tiny!"

I laughed. "It might be funny looking, but it's grown a lot larger."

"How much larger?"

"I think it might be big enough to crack that nut now."

She laughed. "We'll see about that!"

She lay back and I unfastened my chopsop-- our word for loincloth-- with trembling fingers. I had risen already, and was pleased to see her lusty expression when she caught sight of what I had to offer her.

"Pretty," she said, opening her legs to me. Her nipples were erect, her lips moistly parted.

"It's not pretty," I corrected her. "It's big and strong."

"Then put it in me, nut-cracker."

She put her arms around me as I descended on her. I nuzzled her neck and breasts. The smell and taste of her flesh inflamed me further. She reached down between us and guided my penis to her maidenhood. Her child's smooth sex was a woman's organ now, the fleshy petals larger and firmer. The shape of her organ was strange feeling to what I was accustomed to-- hotter, more muscular, and with an odd tilt. She gasped as I moved atop her, holding me close. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Oh! Don't stop, Gon! I think you've found it!"

Eyya hissed and arched her back as she climaxed. Her nails dug into my shoulders. I opened my eyes to see her pleasure-struck face—so beautiful! At the sight of her joy, my entire body went rigid and I groaned in ecstasy. Pleasure, like surging warm waters, swept over me. And then I collapsed atop her, wheezing, and she laughed at how much I'd sweated.

When I could stand again, I stood watch as Brulde coupled with her.

He was not too shy this time. Watching us mate had aroused him tremendously. He went to her eagerly, clutching a penis so tight-skinned it looked like it would burst before he even got it inside of her.

She ushered him into her arms, inside her body, and they mated quickly. He tucked his face beneath her chin as he finished, his eyes squeezed shut. My companion never made much noise when he mated. He was a quiet man, even amidst the throes of passion. 

We all cuddled for a few minutes when it was done, laughing and joking at the sticky mess we'd made, enjoying the afterglow of our sexual union, then Eyya's father called and she dressed quickly, looking startled and ashamed, and returned to her people at the river.

Brulde and I, sluggish and sated, tromped home to eat and nap the rest of the evening.

Before she disappeared through the reeds to rejoin her party, however, she paused and looked back at us with a teasing smile. "You were right," she said. "You did crack that nut."

Spent as we were, Eyya's comment put a little extra strut in our step when we trekked home.