Chapter 1

All those eons ago, there were really only two types of female cave dwellers.

The group in the majority was the domesticated females of the prehistoric man species. They were designated as the solid, cow-like lumps of humanity that humped silently with satisfactory obedience and learned at an early age to keep their mouths shut when males were in proximity so as not to interrupt when they had a grunt that needed to be heard by the other males around them for reasons of security or a need that required attention.

The other type were the minority females (only about fifteen per cent of the female population) that had the hour-glass figures with thin middles and round nicely curved hips with perky generously sized breasts that were much more than mere milk dispensers to feed offspring in the early stages of existence. They were called the tiger females with claws and teeth that insured their long life despite their lack of positive signs of intelligent thinking. They were the ones that filled the night air with their moans and groans of prehistoric copulation for reasons unrelated to preserving the life cycle of the human species. They were endowed with that certain something that caused some of the males to lose their perspective with logical thought and made them frantic with the urge to couple even if it were full daylight and friends and neighbors were watching their every move.

Eve Ughamaga was one of those tiger females and she claimed breeding services from no less than four of the hulking brutes that covered the females late at night with more than a need for warmth. Of course, the long pricked males were careful to stay out of each other’s way at such tenuous times and hesitated to boast in front of the others about their successes in making Eve Ughamaga plead for a gentle touch when they covered her. The other cow-like females watched in sullen enviousness as Eve took man after man with juicy displays of feminine satisfaction. There were only a handful of tiger females in the group but they all agreed Eve was the one with the prettiest smile and most agreeable figure for heavy-duty mating. Even though the charismatic Eve stayed pretty much in a family way most of the time due to constant coupling, she was far and above more desirable than the run of the mill cows that just stayed silent and accepted any cock no matter how old or wore down by decades of constant use. The cows knew the value of selection and seldom complained about any shortcomings on the part of their nocturnal partners.

One of the younger males with very little experience in navigating female thighs was caught one evening drawing explicit pictures of what was obviously Eve’s hindquarters in great detail right down to the forest of hair around her delicate female parts and the crinkled rear portal that only a select few of the males considered valid entryway for a strange sensation of tight quarters and smooth rounded buttocks rubbing them in a way that made them explode with unusual delight. The other females watched these socially advanced encounters and envied Eve’s look of satisfaction when the curious males used her in such a fashion.

Since the cave was strictly clothing optional sort of place, most of the females paraded around wearing only a basket weave of support for their breasts and a narrow strip of braided vine over their privates to protect their sensitive folds from flying insects. That was one of the reasons why poor Eve, even in an advanced stage of pregnancy, never failed to be mounted by one of her constant companions in a fit of urgent need to bury their stiffness between her fully compliant limbs. It certainly was an exercise in sex education for the little ones being treated in full daylight to the simple facts of life in a way that would leave a lasting impression with little need of drawing pictures and such foolishness.

A number of the female newly nubile additions did their level best to be more like Eve in their movements and they worked diligently to achieve some degree of her feminine charm. It was a distinct improvement to the social life of the cave and the male members were appreciative of the younger female efforts to be little copy-cats of Eve’s coupling skills and the way she moved her hindquarters when males were in close proximity. It was a compliment of sorts to be just like Eve and it was just the way of things in the boring cave society.

One young cow-like female with fairly good thighs and a nice Eve-similar look to her face even started to accentuate her hindquarters with a scent from the fruit filled trees at the edge of the mountains. The men seemed to like that effort and soon she was besieged with male admirers all fighting to earn a spot on her back even if only for a short period of time. Fortunately, she was young enough and athletic enough to accommodate a large group of males providing they were orderly about it and showed proper respect for her feminine nature and the fact she was still fairly inexperienced in the ways of male takings. Eve took the little thing under her wing and showed her how to bring the adventurous males to a quick conclusion using certain tricks that only females shared with each other.

Sometimes, the pair of them took the males in turn hoping that their promiscuous actions would not upset the other females into some sort of aggressive act to punish them for hoarding all their manly juices. The little mini-Eve had a way of going down on all fours that imitated Eve’s actions perfectly and they worked as a team to get the line of males taken care of before the wolves started their midnight howling just to annoy the sleepy humans inside the cave.

Eve nicknamed the little female Evita and she allowed the young one to sleep in her bed because her own mother had been eaten by a cannibal from a neighboring tribe far less advanced than the cliff dwelling group in their home cave of human habitation.