PRE-HISTORICAL SHAG

The stocky Neanderthal chief watched the Sapiens camp behind a tree. The group had arrived not
long ago. He especially watched one of their females, taller and slenderer than the ones in his group.
The female wandered about scantly clothed, as summer was at its height. Her butt large, her breasts
full, less hair on her body.
He imagined her on all fours in front of him ready to take him. His thick, large penis begun to grow
hard. He walked away and sat leaning on a tree. He lifted the fur dressing that partly covered his
legs. His cock totally rigid now, the engorged head rounder rather than arrow-like. He closed his eyes
and saw the Sapiens woman in his dull mind. Head resting on the trunk, legs open and flexed, his
hand went to the base of his painfully erected member. His gross fingers closed around the base and
begun shaking it in a weird kind of masturbation, the head brandishing with the movement, loose in
the air. What would it be like to enter the Sapiens woman? He wondered shaking and shaking at the
base of his now red, shiny reproductive accessory. His pelvis buckled with his moves, his other hand
caressed his hairy, large balls. His breath quickened, he grunted in his coarse throat, the trembling
going faster, the head waggling, weepy. He spurt convulsively his hot abundant spunk.
When he deigned to open his eyes, the Sapiens curvy woman stood in front of him, looking
mesmerized at his deflated, sticky tool. She realised hed noticed her and tried to run. Despite his
heavy build, he moved faster and caught her. He threw her over his shoulder and strode into the
woods. There, he entered a shallow cave after checking there were no beasts and no hominids in it.
He tied the Sapiens woman to a fallen trunk in the cave, facing the cave wall, and went to find dry
sticks for a fire and some small animal to cook in it. He cooked and fed both of them, the woman ate
in tense silence. He knew the Sapiens could talk a strange language he could neither understand, nor
repeat, for the Neanderthals didnt have the necessary vocal skills for that.
As night fell, the woman lowered her head on her tied arms and seemed to be trying to sleep. Her
large rump faced him temptingly. He knelt behind her and tore the fibrous rags she had on her. His
callused hands groped over her. Her skin felt very smooth. He filled his palms with her soft firm
breasts, exploring and pinching the nipples. The female reacted with a sigh. He repeated it. She
thrust the globes further in his big callused hands.
While one hand remained, the other travelled down to the place between her thighs. It immersed in
her folds to find her wet. His thick fingers caressed her there as she opened her legs wide for more
access, moaning. His stubby mast stood as a weeping rock eager to plunge in that hot pool. Oh, she
was tighter than the females in his camp. He wouldnt take her now. Hed explore the delicious
differences. His fingers kept moving, her butt lifting in an offer. Suddenly, she moaned and he felt
her flesh quiver. Shed got satisfaction.
Her head turned back and looked at him. Twisting in her ropes, she lowered her head, opening her
mouth wide. She engulfed his member in her hot moist mouth, driving him delirious. Oh, but these
tall newcomers had some tricks of their own, didnt they? His engorged glans filled her mouth, but
she kept taking him in, wriggling her tongue, each stroke more alluring that the last. His large gross
hand went to caress his bulky balls, as he grew harder and harder. Her mouth worked magic and he
thrust in it, seeking the final reward. He felt his cum travel along his chunky monolith until he
released it all in her mouth with a wild grunt. She sucked him a couple of times more, as his genital
went back to a depressive state.
Next day he took her to the river for bathing and brought her back. He tied her again a little looser
than before. Looking at her made him hard. He sat on his hunches to suckle on her twin mounds.
They were deliciously hairless. She liked it, he knew. She closed her eyes and let his bearded mouth
feast on her. So he suckled until she could get it no more. Then she spread her legs and motioned in
between her thighs. He understood she wanted him to do the same shed done to him. He licked her
sweet spot revelling in it. The more he licked, the more she moaned her pleasure. At a certain point
she turned her round butt to him in shameless offering. His reproductive accessory went instantly
eager.
This time he didnt shy away. He positioned his thick stocky glans in her entrance and was lost. It
revealed itself wet, hot and tight, very tight. He pushed inside, her walls squeezing him in a wild
caress. She groaned and opened more for him. He went further as her tunnel hugged him tenacious.
He grabbed her thighs for more impulse. His rock-hard rod moved in agonising pleasure, every inch
hugged wet. It felt as if she had a sleek cord surrounding his leaky member. He grunted, forcing
himself in her, as she threatened to milk him empty. He held her round breast panting, reaching her
deeply as she arched more for him, accommodating his desperate tool. He thrust his rigid staff to
the hilt and receded, breathless. Struggling with his pleasure and her tightness, he entered
mercilessly. Wresting in puffs of unprecedented pleasure, he lunged in, his stud in its maximum
stretch. She opened more for him and he filled all of her, as his coarse fingers found her lubricous
swollen nub. He heard her heavy breathing as well. Mad, seeking release, he sped in and out. He
shoved back in in that small wet canal, almost feinting with the sensation. He thrust and shoved and
panted, his thick member becoming harder, wetter, until he planted himself to the hilt again and her
flesh trembled around him squeezing him even more. It was a painful bout of pleasure, as her
quivering cunt suckled on him. One more deep thrust and he spilled profusely in her with a wild
shout, still moving the deepest, the last of his deluge delivered. Falling back on the ground, his
sloppy column exited her, sated. He saw his profuse delivery dripping out of her lax body.

Lisa Torquay
April 2014