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The Old Man
By StrangeSounds2003
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The touch of the old man. (Mg, ped, control)
***
Nobody ever seemed to know what he did! He always seemed
to be in the way, this old, white haired NOTHING! This
man with the perpetually smiley face! He was ALWAYS
sticking his nose in places they didn’t belong!
When she asked the elders or the women, the answer was
always the same – nobody seemed to know what he did.
They all said that, when he was in his prime, he was the
greatest of their hunters. They quietly tolerate his
antics now, because of his past. As it was, he even
SMELLED badly! All, however, treated him with the utmost
respect – even all the boys and men. The girls, however,
seemed to avoid him – they didn’t abuse him because they
saw how the rest respected him – but rather than
respecting him, they would just avoid him.
She did, however, notice that he had an eye for the
young girls, and for some reason, especially for her.
Why? She didn’t know. But, he would pick wild flowers
and give them to the young girls and all the women. The
women would seem to receive his gifts with a smile – the
young girls would frown at him, but then treat him with
respect. When he left, they would throw the flowers
away.
She was young, but had recently had her first period –
she was becoming a woman and would be eligible for
marriage. She looked fondly at the young, strong hunters
and saw what mighty, fierce, beautiful warriors they
made! With soft curly hair, they would perform heroic
deeds, bringing back only the best of kills. She would
nestle as near to them as she could, within the confines
of her family’s space in the cave. She would smile at
them, and noticed that most of them would sort-of smile
back – she wasn’t the most beautiful of the girls. She
noticed that the old, scarred man would smile his
brightest smile for her, though.
***
Finally, the day came, and she was made ready for her
“coming of age” ceremony – her hair washed and perfumed
with flowers, scrubbing sweet-sand used on her body and
between every crevice and in her navel until she felt
like she had been raked over a gravel pit! A little dab
of honey had been placed in her navel. Then, she was
dressed in the most beautiful of gowns, with her navel
and belly area left open. She thought she had a
beautiful navel, oval and deep, overly large, softly
inward curving – the others would make fun at her
because she had such a large navel! She thought it
looked very good though, and would practically orgasm
whenever she merely touched it. She wondered how come
her dress was open, though, exposing her navel.
With drum, song and appropriate prayers to the gods on
her behalf, she was led by all the men and elders – all
men – no women, into the circle in a special cave where
a bed had been created. She was to be made love to by
the most HANDSOME, of the men, she was sure! She had
been told that she would enjoy it and that she was to
relax. She was STRICTLY admonished that she was NOT to
touch her lover’s body nor open her eyes! She was to do
NOTHING that would give who he was away. She just KNEW
that the one elected to open her and “cross her over”
would be the one she would be mated with – her perfect
lover.
The humming having started, she was laid on the bed. To
the delight of her senses, her nose, she smelled the
sweetest, yet most thrillingly manly smell she had ever
sensed! Excited, her whole body was trembling!
Strong hands gently, oh so very gently held her, as he
lay between her legs! Slightly confused by the
sensation, what she felt between her legs was indeed a
man’s body but yet, not as strong as she perceived the
young men would feel. But yet, his touch was so gentle,
and yet so very in control, she could not help but be
totally in his power.
He had gently removed her gown – which had been
specially made for this, and to her utter sexual delight
the first place he kissed was her navel! A lightning
bolt, an arrow, of pure erotic HEAT shot through her
navel, her whole bod,y as she felt him gently brushing
his face and lips against her navel and her soft belly!
OHHHHHH, by the gods! Ohhhh, how she was INSTANTLY in
Flames!!!
Her body writhing, her belly heaving with the utmost
erotic pleasure ever imagined, she melted totally in
this beautiful “stranger’s” arms – surely the most
handsome of the men, yet maybe still not the full
warrior she imagined. She didn’t care; this man had her
totally in his power as she felt his tongue lovingly
probing her navel, his hands loving her belly as only a
DREAM could do! From that very first kiss, she was
wailing, and writhing, her belly convulsing in pure
pleasure as this man mastered her sexually and
emotionally.
Occasionally, she found that he would wander to her
breasts or even her mouth. She would cry out and plead,
PLEASE master!!! Please, to my navel and my belly,
please!!! At this command, he would obediently go back
to kissing, nuzzling and gently biting her navel and
belly (although she was thrilled by even his kisses to
her mouth and breasts.) She wanted more!!!! She wanted
him to stab her navel; she wanted him to rip her belly
apart with his teeth! She wanted him to devour her navel
and belly!
Her body was in TORMENT from his kisses! How could this
man worship her navel and belly, when she was pudgy and
curvy, with this PAUCH where her navel was – not flat
and sexy like the other girls with this huge HOLE of a
navel! She had been wailing and screaming her delight in
continuous cries! She thrilled at his fingers gently
moving adoringly over her navel rim, and across the
swell below her navel – her, previously mentioned
“paunch.” He was WORSHIPING her “paunch, his lips like
burning coals on her swell!”
Gently, oh so gently backing up his ministrations to
every square inch of her belly and her navel was his
hands – one hand caressing her soft belly, caressing
that paunch that she hungered to have loved, and her
breasts, the other gently inserted into her womb which,
from the first kiss, was dripping with nectar.
He expertly, like never imagined, even more gently than
she herself had done, caressed inside her with his rough
hunter hands, which further excited her – texture to the
smoothness of her own hands – adding to the hot fire in
her belly and navel! None of the women, whom she had
talked to about her coming-of-age celebration, had
seemed to act like this. They were pleased and happy and
indeed had climaxed with his ministrations – whoever he
was. But, not like THIS!!!
She could hear the man softly groaning, again confusing
her as this did not seem to be the sound of a youth!
But, his TOUCH, his KISSES!
Climaxing over and over again, he finally felt her enter
her, with a very STRONG, HARD, THICK member, as he
gently, expertly slid into her – in the softest entry
she could ever imagine! Even her own ministrations with
her hands were not as soft!
She was in the hands of the UTMOST Expert! Her belly,
her navel, her womb – all of her, in the hands of this
foremost, gentle hunter!
Having broken her maidenhood, which hurt slightly, but
still was masked by the extreme pleasure, she felt the
rich, warm flow of his nectar deep inside her belly –
warming her and pleasing her – not as much as the
wonderful feel of his skin on her belly though – but so
very pleasing indeed! He had gone back to kissing her
navel and belly, helping her to stay on top of her
multiple climaxes. He bit her navel rim – much harder
than ever before, which caused her to gasp and jump
harder! She heard him utter a grunt of apology.
Ohhhh, NOOOO it happened – she opened her eyes!!!!
NOOOOO, by the gods! There on top of her was this OLD
MAN!!!!! Noooooo! Not HIM!!!! Her body still aflame, she
whimpered piteously as she looked at him. Although you
could see he was hurt by her stare of surprise and a
certain measure of disgust and her look of incredulous
betrayal, he never-the-less brought her down with the
gentlest ministrations he could – until she lay there in
a weak, baby-like heap, her body curled in a fetal ball.
Putting his finger to his lips, he had cautioned her not
to say anything. Afterwards, all the elders came to her,
and by the strictest warnings, commanded her to keep
silent to everybody about her “lover”. As yet, she could
see him walking away, crushed, with a totally defeated
look on his face, not crying, but near to it – a gentle
but proud look on his face.
Although she had been shocked by this revelation, she
now looked at him through slightly different eyes. She
saw the age, and the scars, but she also saw the immense
love and gentleness that he gave out – that was him.
Instead of a scarred old man, she saw instead, a sweet
face where before she could only see age.
***
Through the time that followed, no man, even the older
ones, came forward to claim her as his mate! She was
plain and chubby! Not sleek and beautiful like the other
girls! The young men would poke her in her navel! It
didn’t feel all that good; they would make sure it HURT!
The old man would shoo them away from her whenever they
would taunt her! Out of respect, they obediently would
leave. When men would have sex with her – it was not
LOVE, not like what that old man did for her! It would
leave her crying and sore with a huge ache in her soft,
curvy belly and her navel. She would go off alone and
cry – and for some reason, the old man and his technique
would ALWAYS come back to her – never again had she felt
this expert gentleness and love!
Still, he gave out flowers to the women and girls and
still gave her the best. She found she began smiling at
him and keeping the flowers, rather than discarding them
as the other girls did. She would line her bed with them
and lay in that sweet smell, thinking of the moment when
this unlikely man made love to her – LOVE, not Sex!!!
LOVE!!!!
She found herself wandering around his area, feigning
interest in what he was doing. He actually took the
time, not like the women who would push her around and
scold her for not learning fast enough, but with
patience and smiles and love in his gentle guidance and
eyes. She found herself snuggling onto his lap when some
woman of the tribe was meaner to her than usual.
He would wrap his arms so gently around her and begin
humming a soft song just to her. With his hands gently
touching her belly and navel – she would gasp and arch
hard, pushing her soft belly into his hands! Again, she
would instantly feel that rush of ecstatic climax as his
touch would bring back what he had done to her.
Eventually, she found that she was with him all the
time, as he held her in his arms, cradling her like the
most precious of babies as his touch to her belly and
navel brought her the utmost of pleasures. Strange, he
didn’t smell bad at all! Indeed, whenever his hands
would touch some other place, she would very gently
guide his hands back, although she loved him touching
other areas as well. Indeed, he seemed to prefer her
navel and her belly, gently drawing little circles on
her navel rim and inside as she felt him enjoying it too
– although odd at first, she came not only to enjoy his
excitement – from THIS OLD MAN – but to do whatever she
could to promote it.
She found him teasing him, dancing her navel in front of
his eyes, just out of reach of his hands, until finally,
both of them giggling, she would get “caught” and he
would pull her navel to his mouth, her soft, curvy belly
to his face as he would provide her the GREATEST of
pleasures, as on that first day.
Having been alone since his mate died, he had stayed
alone, never even availing himself, which was his right,
to lay with a woman. He would eat and sleep alone, or
with the elders – but never with a woman. However, he
would let her sleep with him, curling his worn arms
around her soft waist as if protecting a baby. Always
causing her the utmost of sexual pleasure, his hand on
her belly and his finger gently in her navel – she found
they would play in the middle of the night, the deep
respect of the elders, and the soft chides of the women,
and the barely masked disgust of the young maidens,
notwithstanding.
He had asked her!!!! Why was she surprised and amazed
that he would do this!!!???
And, instead of just grabbing her and hauling her before
the elders, he had ASKED her! He had asked her to be his
mate! She found herself crying and clutching her soft
belly tightly, in his eyes, the most BEAUTIFUL and most
PLEASURABLE of bellies and navels – even more-so than
his own mate’s had been. She could not help it, the deep
emotion flooding through her body and aching in her
little belly – and in a voice filled with tears of the
utmost of joys, she said “Yes.”
Giggling and laughing, holding hands rather than her
being dragged, they giggled like little children as they
both raced to the elders, who – not being at all
surprised, joyously said “Yes.” With beams elation on
the elders’ faces and even from the women – disgust
again being barely hidden by the girls, they were joined
in which seemed like the grandest of celebrations for
the two.
Indeed – that celebration continued on for the rest of
their lives, as this “old man” felt himself made new and
young by this “beautiful” girl and this girl made to
feel the most precious of women in the arms of her
“man”. They neither shared nor gave each other to any
other. Except that he would, of course, “open the
flower”, of every single maiden who came of age. THAT
was his task.
When the maidens would ask her about him, what his
duties were, being that she lived with him, or if she
knew anything about the “lover” in the coming-of-age
ceremony, she would NEVER divulge his secret, but would
shrug and say, he used to be the tribe’s chief hunter –
above that, she didn’t know, and she knew not who the
“lover” was. But, she would watch him wander around
trying to help, and giggle because he saw the mischief
in his eyes, and the youthful antics he would do – like
that of a 5 year old child! She could never love someone
more than he and he for her.
He continued placing the most beautiful of flowers on
her pretty belly, every single morning – and would kiss
her beautiful belly and navel every night. And, long
past his passing, a flower would appear on her belly
every morning, the soft petals kissing her navel. And at
night, her hand on her belly, her finger gently
caressing her navel rim, this would bring back the
strongest and most wonderfully erotic remembrances of
his amazing touch.
The touch of her ultimate lover – “The Old Man.”
Joe
StrangeSounds2003
(I am the Old Man)