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In the Beginning
by Robin (robin2003@clara.co.uk)
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Early man's beginnings with his family unit and their
dogs. (MF, inc, beast)
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Interspecies sex is as old as the hills. Well almost,
but certainly has been happening since man began to
domesticate wild animals. Wolves teamed up with
humanoid hunters, using the superior brain of the biped
to ensure a supply of meat and a security of existence.
A partnership made in heaven for both parties. The
wolf/dog benefiting from the union with regular meals
and little competition, the man using the nose and
hearing of his counter-point as well as its stamina to
chase down and hunt prey.
In such a close harmonious liaison, bonds will form,
especially when far from the comfort of home and the
warmth of the hearth or a mate’s body. Comfort was
often mutually sought between hunter and companion on
cold nights under the canopy of stars on the great
Steppes. Fur clothing often removed to be replaced with
fur, still living and breathing in a union, more for
warmth and social bonding, than sexual gratification.
Burr was no different from many other hunters. He was
away on a hunt that may take no time, only keep him
away from home for a day or two, or it could take a
week and the passing of many miles into strange
territory where navigation was then only possible by
the celestial movements of stars, sun and moon. They
had been away from home for three days, covering almost
forty miles.
Fortune had shone on Burr; he and his two dogs had
latched onto the back of a herd of caribou, singling
out an older bull, weakened by malnutrition and age.
Two stone tipped arrows had lodged in its shoulder,
causing a steady loss of blood, but even wounded, the
animal had taken off, leaving a trail scent that Burr’s
partners had little difficulty in following.
He would have preferred to persuade the bleeding animal
to reverse its course and lessen the miles that he
would need to travel back, loaded with the butchered
carcass, but the caribou had a fixed compass heading,
learned from his mother and the generations preceding
his demise even in its panic and pain, the south west
direction overtook any other compulsion. Like salmon
finding a particular river, the caribou followed a path
that took them to lower pastures and away from the
worst of the impending winter. It was a trail blazed on
its internal compass and completely irrevocable.
But now, it was night, stalking and avoidance ceased
when the moon dipped below the horizon and deprived
Burr of its wane light. A small fire offered some
warmth in the bitter chill winds that whistled over the
outcropping he had taken as a vantage point.
The dogs and he had shared a ration of dried meat that
hardly registered in their gut, but would be enough
until the early morning light allowed Burr to once
again approach the stragglers of the herd and their
particular chosen victim. For now, he was curled up
between the heavily furred bodies of the two dogs, his
arm slung across the larger and more dominant of the
two.
They slept, sated in reaffirmation of their bond, where
Burr had slipped his cock into the anal passage of the
smaller dog and suckled on the larger, grasping the
base of him behind a bulbous knot so that his
ejaculation was achieved. Secretions rubbed over each
other in scent sharing served as a means of reinforcing
the pack ethos. Burr’s semen wiped over both of his
subordinate, lower ranked team to once again establish
his position in the hierarchy.
Burr had now fathered two children, both girls, both
likely to live for the foreseeable future. He had taken
on the woman, her two year-old son and her mother and
father after her previous partner had fallen out of a
tree, breaking his leg in several places.
Although it may have seemed cruel, she had left him
behind to his fate, taking the girls and her aged
parents. Her mate would die. The leg would never be the
same even if he could give it the necessary time to
heal. The bone would never knit properly, but they
would starve long before then. He was the sole
provider. Her father was too old and arthritic at
thirty-five to hunt much more than rabbits or fish and
that with intermittent luck. Survival instincts
impressed upon her and she sought a new mate with no
more thought to her partner of so many years.
It has long been eschewed that love is a modern
concept. In these early days of biped dominance, love
had little place in the harshness of existence.
Partnerships were formed on the basis of ability and
aptitude to provide; both food and protection, as for
the male, or children by the woman and therefore, the
spread of a particular gene trait through offspring.
Choices of partnership were decided subliminally,
taking into account, physical attributes and
intelligence. Sometimes, but rarely, feelings developed
over a long period, usually when the offspring were
ready to make their own way. For most though,
starvation or childbirth accounted for their demise,
adding to the high mortality rate and short life
expectancy.
Sexual maturity in early man; was achieved by the age
of eight or nine. Complete self dependency came by
twelve or thirteen. The male may stay with the family
unit, extending the range and adding to the protective
force through a collective coalition.
There was less of an investment in the length of
dependence compared to modern times. If a child had not
been paired off by mid-teens, they were ejected from
the enclave and ceased to exist as far as the family
group were concerned.
Indulgence was far too costly and placed an
overwhelming burden on parents that often only had
forty years as a life span. The selection process then,
naturally followed physical size, speed and
musculature. A proven ability to hunt, kill and provide
as a distinct advantage. Rights of passage added to the
mortality rate of the male and had a significant
influence on the disparate numbers of the sexes. Women
out numbered men by at least three or four to one.
A modern day idyll perhaps. Promiscuity was positively
encouraged and the taking of many wives was usual
rather than the taboo it is in this day and age. The
toll however, was the downfall of too many men,
bringing about an early grave.
Burr had the good fortune of being quick witted, tall
and brawny. His reasoning and wood craft ensured he got
to spread his genes far and wide, resulting in unknown
bastard offspring in a wide circumference around his
home ground. Apart from his obvious stature, perfectly
obvious through his general lack of body hair, Burr had
blue eyes, a rarity in Neolithic times.
By comparison to his contemporaries, and through a
union of a foreigner and his mother, he could be
considered almost European in his difference. Much more
fleet of foot, an improved hand-eye coordination an
alertness to his surroundings and still only a teenager
with many seasons of providence left in him. To the
rather squat women of the Steppes region, he was a
highly desirable catch.
The morning, still several hours away, would find them
once again, hungry, eager for the coup de grace and
following the wounded bull, harrying it until
exhaustion eventually brought it down. The weakened
animal hadn’t travelled far, its trail and stink
obvious to a practiced eye and nose. They found it in a
clearing of a deciduous forest half a mile away from
their overnight camp.
He was fading fast; already his haunches had given way
to weakness and were not supporting him at all now.
Death would be soon as his strength gave out and he
succumbed to the inevitable. Burr and his companions
would not have to wait very long, but approaching the
panting beast was not advisable. Although mortally
wounded, he was more dangerous now than at any time
previously. They paid him due respect.
Burr set about cutting some saplings with which to
construct a travois. He would butcher the animal where
it fell, into manageable hunks, offer the gods the
still warm heart by burying it in the mother of all
creation and covering it over to stop the wolves from
digging it up, then pack the meat with dry grass, tie
it to the travois and begin the long trek home.
He and the dogs shared the bloody liver, relishing the
strength of taste and benefiting from the vitamins of
the organ that had so recently been an essential part
of the beast. Blood dripped and coated the three
companions, masking their scent and delighting them
into a ritualistic dance in celebration of the spirit
and thanks to the gods. They fucked each other in
exuberance, cavorting in shear pleasure and communal
rapid unions that had nothing at all to do with sex.
Burr spent the next three days, dragging back the
butchered carcass that would see his family through the
harshest part of the winter. Their larder would need
supplementing with whatever small game could be caught,
but it was almost assured that they would be there next
spring unless sickness struck as it so often did.
His triumphant return instigated a euphoric
celebration. His woman met him while he was still at
the bottom of the escarpment they had chosen as home,
with an embrace that had his cock hard for her warmth.
They kissed and hugged, but then shared the work of
heaving the meat over the loose shale until they
managed to get to the levelled area in front of the
cave.
Her son was the first to emerge from the smoking
darkness of the cave mouth followed by his partner’s
parents and then, by his daughters. The old man heavily
relying on a crutch he had fashioned from a willow
branch. His knees were virtually useless, bowed by the
crippling disease of inflamed joints, every step a new
excursion of pain.
But, even the old man joined in the shouts of triumph,
whooping his praise to the skill of Burr and offering
prayers to the sky gods for their provenance. Burr had
noticed the slightly distended belly of his partner and
realised that he was to be the father of a legitimate
child born out of their partnership.
His pleasure was complete; he relished the thought of
what would come tonight when they fell into their
skins, locked together in primal union. Of all the
women he had fucked, she was by far the best,
skillfully manipulating his prostate, prolonging his
ejaculation until they were both sated. She was quite
happy to use her mouth, hands and even allowed him to
enter her most private area. In a few months, sodomy
would be the only safe form of sex with her belly blown
out with child.
Love had no part in those dark days, she would leave
him if he failed; the protection of her progeny first
and foremost in her mind, but there was no reason not
to enjoy the time they had together. She had learned
the ways of the body and knew how to use it. By her
learning, she was providing for her children in keeping
her man happy. A sated man will rarely go elsewhere.
His daughters were already benefiting from the lessons
their step mother was giving them. Burr was a good
hunter gatherer with few equals; she knew it and
resolved to make sure he never wanted to look abroad.
Unusually for the steppes women, Dak, her given name,
was quite happy to include the dogs in the family unit.
As part of the unit, they also got to fuck her on
occasion, but it was always at her concession and
therefore, not a frequent occurrence, reserved only for
those days of special significance, like today and the
laden return of her mate.
The drying caribou pelt was hung on a stretcher by the
front entrance, simultaneously providing a wind break
and a sucking vortex that drew out the heavy wood smoke
of the constantly fed fire while drying out at the same
time. Already she had scraped of the layer of fat under
the epidermis with the sharp edge of a piece of flint
stone.
Later, over a period of days she would treat the skin
with fats and oils that would be rubbed in, making it
supply pliable and perfect for clothing. This skin was
going to be the new child’s swaddling cloth first, and
then be reused to clothe the infant.
At last, the most part of the meat was either stored in
a natural depression that always had ice in it, a left
over from the last ice age when the mountains had been
scraped out and formed by huge glaciers, or been hung
on a drying rack near the fire.
Dak prepared and served Burr with some fish caught from
the nearby stream. She had subtly flavoured the
delicate flesh with wild herbs. Wild kale surrounded
the trout, broiled in the juice of water and animal
fat. Her mother had taught her well, it wasn’t only her
unusual approach to sex that kept her man and made him
come back.
The day wore on to dusk; night fell like a smothering
blanket over the barren land. Burr had played with the
boy who was yet to receive his name, teaching him
subliminally, the fundamentals of hunting, stealth and
tracking. But, the child had gone to his furs now and
slept as only a child can do in blissful ignorance of
all the noise around him.
The girls were the sole responsibility of Dak; he had
little to do with them, barely acknowledging them as
his offspring. Girls were a burden for the most part,
useful only for work and breeding.
Dak’s parents yawned, the old woman who still looked
quite able to provide a man some evenings pleasure and
not suffer for it, made appropriate noises to her
lifelong partner that they should also retire. She
helped him up and then gently pushed him towards their
sleeping place, but first, she hugged Dak and then
kissed Burr, coming in close to smell him and give his
cock a playful squeeze. Dak’s mother had probably been
as hot as Dak is now in her past at thirty summers or
so, there was a promise of hidden delight that Burr
could not fail to notice. It added to his anticipation
of the night’s lust.
Eventually, lit only by the red embers of the fire and
glowing chunks of charcoal placed to keep the fire
alive during the night, burning slowly and retaining
the heat, Dak wriggled over to their sleeping furs;
Burr followed a few moments later, shucking off his
hide parker with the fur on the inside and crawling
under the covers of yet more furs to join Dak. She had
taken off her own parker to be naked and waiting for
him.
Shadows flickered on the walls of the smoke licked cave
and reflected in her eyes as they cuddled together. He
kissed her deeply, savouring the taste of her lips and
tongue. Her nipples hardened and rubbed against his
chest. He pulled her close, feeling her rising heat as
it matching his own ardour. His calloused hands
explored the smoothness of her back and over her
buttocks. Love may have no place in such a simple
existence, but it made coming home from a successful
hunt all the more joyous if the woman looked and felt
good as Dak did.
Wriggling down, he took one of her hardening nipples
into his mouth as if suckling her. Although she was in
the early stages of pregnancy, her teats had grown and
darkened. In his mouth, it hardened even more. Her
breath shortened as his teeth nipped and teased, her
hands grasped the back of his head and pulled him to
her breast, squashing him hard against the yielding
flesh.
His tough fingers searched for her sex, parting her
lips dexterously with fore and index fingers while his
middle finger found her nub of nerve endings. She was
slick from the anticipation and freely lubricated the
hard pad of his intrepid digit. She loved her clit to
be massaged in this way and had taught him just how to
bring her to readiness. Teaching him the necessary
pressure and rhythm guaranteed to bring her off.
She gasped and spread her thighs as much as the
covering furs would allow and giving him free access to
her. He had learned well and in a few minutes, had her
quaking in the throes of a climax that served to
lubricate her as well as him. His cock by now was
twitching and poking against her stomach. His skin
peeled back to expose the purple head and a liberal
supply of pre-cum.
She was not yet ready to allow him into her body
though. Had he parted her legs and fucked her there and
then, it would be over in a matter of a few seconds,
only to be repeated later so that they could achieve
satisfaction. She was far to tired for an extended
session and doubted he would be capable of the feat,
having dragged the carcass of the caribou all the way
back.
She grasped his wrist and pulled his fingers away from
her sex and placed his hand on her breast. Slowly, she
wriggled down while he shuffled up. Her lips found his
hairy stomach, registering the hardness of his muscles
below the skin. His scent came to her and inflamed her
own desires.
Skillfully, she encircled his cock with her hand, once
again marvelling at his size and sending a silent
prayer to the goddess for her fortune in ensnaring
Burr. Not only had she got possibly the best hunter in
these parts, she had also won a cock larger than the
majority of the local men and certain to bring her
carnal fulfillment.
His pre-cum moistened her palm, she spread and massaged
it into his skin, alternatively grasping him as she
pulled forward and squeezed out a few more drops, then
releasing him to a gentle stroke that inflamed his
tingling nerves.
Then, pulling his cock to her, she opened her mouth and
slowly sucked the tip of his head between her teeth,
tasting his pre-cum that she had spread over his newly
revealed head. The effect was immediate, he gasped and
automatically thrust his hips in an upward motion, but
she was prepared for his need and tightened her grasp
around his shaft, causing him to pull back sharply.
Her lips parted further and slowly, she took as much of
him into her mouth in a sensuous caress of tongue and
the ribbed roof of her palate. Deliberately, she
withdrew to the tip of him and then, in a fluidity of
motion, took him deeply again, gradually increasing the
tempo, bringing him close to orgasm.
She moistened a finger with her saliva and gently
pushed it into his anus. He gasped and humped his hips,
but all it managed to do was allow her easier entry
into him. In a practiced manner, she found his prostate
and by carefully massaging, the need to come receded,
to be replaced by a need to pass water instead. Dak was
skilful and struck a balance between making him come
with her mouth and losing his erection in the need to
fill her mouth with his piss. She prolonged the act and
guaranteed their pleasure.
As a pleasure for him, it was sublime, but there came a
point that it becomes unbearable. She recognised the
signs and withdrew her finger and mouth to let him
recover. Her own desires came to the fore. She
straddled his chest and worked her clit against the
coarse hair covering his skin. In only a few pelvic
thrusts, her juices had coated him and she felt the
familiar thrill of an onrushing climax.
His passivity passed, Burr grasped her hips and pulled
her sex to his mouth where his tongue slipped across
her clit. She shuddered as he found the point
unerringly and then lashed the tip of his tongue again
and again over the inflamed bud. She came in a short
gush, filling his mouth, but he didn’t break stroke, he
continued until she shuddered again and once more
flooded his face with her orgasm while she stifled a
cry of release.
The fur covers had by now, been cast aside to allow
greater freedom. Their hands covered each other in
caresses that registered dimly, adding to the overall
overwhelming effect of their lust.
Dak adjusted her position, still astride him, but now
she slipped down his chest, over his stomach and then
to join hip to hip in a union that would see both of
them come in a frenzy of combined need.
He slipped into her as she guided his cock between her
lips. Then, she knelt up and sank him into her depths,
feeling his hardness fill her body. She craved his seed
and in her desperation to feel his climax explode
inside her, she bounced up and down on his erectness,
driving him into her body and then lifting until only
the tip was inside her.
One hand supported her, placed on his chest where her
juice was still drying. Her other hand found her clit
and she did what only she could do perfectly, she
fingered herself in time with their fucking,
increasing, and then decreasing the pressure on her
clit as he came close, so that their orgasms would
coincide.
Neither of them had heard the dog approach in their
abandon. The long lash of a tongue over her puckered
ass announced their partner in sex.
To her credit, Dak only gasped as the hot tongue
slipped over her puckered entry. The dog had been there
on occasion before and she knew that, if Burr wanted
the dog to join, then it would be more than she dared,
to deny him his pleasure. She liked the feel of the
dog’s cock and got rather more than Burr or the dog did
by way of satisfaction from the union.
The dog’s tongue was working its magic already. Her
soaked cunt creamed in the anticipation of having his
massive shaft driving into her until she was fucked
insensible by the great brute.
His tongue was exploring her opening, working into her
ass and self lubricating her hole in preparation for
the invasion of his cock. Burr seemed unaware of the
dog’s presence and was thrusting into her, getting
closer to his completion. For Dak, the mixture of
sensations was taking her to another place, one where
she loved to go, a place of pure and total release of
her body to lust and fulfillment.
The dog, sensing her readiness for his cock, mounted
her, scraping a claw across Burr’s stomach as he
grasped her waist. Burr stopped thrusting and felt for
the dog. His cock throbbed in her cunt, twitching and
leaking pre-cum, but he had accepted the dog’s right of
passage, assisting the dog to find her asshole.
With the man’s help, the dog’s cock was guided into her
hot anus, the tip connecting with the first line of
muscle, then, in a violent thrust of his hips, the
resistance gave way, he buried himself in her depths
and began to thrust in rapid strokes that soon had her
screaming and trembling. His knot banged against her
sphincter in an effort to gain entry and lock, but with
Burr’s cock in her other opening, he was denied the
necessary access, and it mattered little at this
preliminary stage though.
The vibration and Dak’s response to the violation of
her ass was more than Burr could stand. In a feeble
attempt to match the sheer ferocity of the dog’s piston
like thrusts, Burr fucked into her body as if his life
depended on it. His hardness became unbearable and
release was a desperate need now. The pair fucked her
from below and behind in an unequal rhythm, but one
sure to bring about Burr’s explosion inside her.
The effect on Dak was spectacular. Normal fairly
passive in the later stages of love making, her abdomen
heaved and thrust in unison with the dog, meeting
thrust for thrust. Her pelvis rotated in powerful
undulations that milked both cocks in a muscular grip
that had them both trapped inside her wanton body.
Burr’s climax hit him suddenly, in an explosion of
primal lust. His seed blasting into her and spurting
back out over his stomach as it was squeezed from her
by the thickness of the dog’s cock. Burr relaxed after
a few seconds, his cock slipping from her body flaccid
and spent. With his rivals cock out of the running, the
dog was able to drive further into Dak. He took a
firmer hold of the woman, gripping her waist in a vice
like grip, his forepaws crossed and locked around her
middle.
Her arms would not support her any longer, to relieve
the pressure on her shoulders, she lay her head on
Burr’s chest, the result of the slight alteration to
position gave the dog the perfect admission to her, he
took full advantage and drove his knot past her
sphincter to lodge in her anal passage and be locked
behind the powerful muscle, locking him inside her.
The dog’s thrusts became less co-ordinated and rapid,
falling into a staccato of smaller shoves as his
movements were restricted by her body. It signalled to
the dog that he was truly tied and heralded his blast
of hot cum that blew into her guts. The dog was
complete in his mission and wanted to disconnect, but
she held him firm as palpitation after palpitation
spurted dog cum into her over and over.
Burr slid out from under Dak, knowing that they would
be locked for a little while; he wanted to piss and
clean his cock of their combined juices. He shuffled
off the soaked furs and made his way outside to the
place they made their toilet. A movement in the dark
caught his attention as he vented his bladder. Dak’s
mother was entertaining the smaller dog, sucking his
cock. She was laying on her back with the dog standing
over her. His cock lost in her throat and firmly held
by a free hand.
So intent on her enjoyment, she didn’t hear Burr
approach until he was virtually next to her. She
acknowledged his approach with a nod, but didn’t stop
her ministrations. Dak slipped his hand under her fur
parker and grasped one of her breasts. Her heat
radiated through the skin of his calloused hand and
seemed to increase when he found her nipple. Hers were
much larger than Dak’s, it hardened between his fingers
with her aureole puckering as if she had goose bumps.
His other hand found her sex and her hard clit which he
tweaked in a hard nip between thumb and forefinger.
The sudden pressures made her jerk, getting more rather
more of the dog into her mouth than she was prepared
for. It initiated a gag response; she took the dog from
her mouth as she sputtered, only to be replaced by
Burr’s flaccid cock, recently cleaned with broad
leaves.
A different mouth soon had Burr hard. She suckled his
cock as he fingered her hairy cunt, rubbing her clit
and forcing two fingers into her body. She arched her
back as his fingers performed a magic she had almost
forgotten, it had been so long since she had had the
pleasure of a man.
An urgency overtook Burr, instead of spending time
preparing her for his manhood, he just parted her legs,
pulling up her fur parker as he did so, then with
little preamble, clambered between her parted knees and
thrust his stiffening cock straight into her. She
grunted from the force of his invasion, but in her
need, raised her knees and then locked her ankles
behind him and then pulled him even deeper into her
body.
They rutted in unison of motion, bodies understanding
at a subliminal level, the basic need of both of them.
Burr was able to last for quite some time, having so
recently serviced her daughter, thrusting into her and
bringing her to climax before spending himself inside
her. There was no embarrassment after the act, a deeper
understanding perhaps, but neither of them felt much in
the way of emotion. She had felt a need and he had been
able to fulfill it.
Inadvertently, he had impregnated her; both of the
women in the family unit were now carrying his children
that would be born a few months apart. Although she was
the mother of his partner, at only thirty or so summers
old, she was quite able to have children still, a
consequence that neither of them had considered.
Burr’s life was complete for the next couple of years.
Two women who were happy to share him and his dogs,
several healthy children and plenty of game to feed
them all, he lived until a ripe age, when his sons
hunted and fed the family.
He would not know it, but Burr’s family and the influx
of other tribes were the forefathers of the steppes
tribes that roam the Russian plains to this day.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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