Big Game
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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.