Chapter 8

Els was faking it. I could have saved her the trouble by explaining about marriage and my vast experience with a woman faking it. On the other hand, it wasn't unpleasant. She did a great job: pouting lower lip, looking at me out of the corner of her eyes, and startling any time I moved suddenly. I knew better--Els was itching for another spanking. After a couple more, she would get used to the experience and only desire it about every full moon or so, but the shocking newness of it made her want my hand hard on her ass sooner rather than later.

It wasn't all about the spanking either. I had set her down on all fours and fucked her savagely: deep, powerful thrusts making her squeal every time my hips impacted her ass. She passed out halfway through the deep-dicking and been told by Naris I kept pounding until I pulled out to cum on her ass.

Els's aim might have gone over my head except for accidentally eavesdropping on a discussion between the girls about what might earn her another spanking while remaining respectful of me as Leader. The suggestions were tame but quickly escalated. Respecting forewarned and forearmed, I gave Els's itch plenty of thought. I found a rather ingenious solution and was waiting for the right time to deploy it.

Dear Els: Bad girls get spanked for being very bad, good girls gets spanked for being very good.

Els was very (so VERY) good, especially after my workouts. Each girl had their own style for the morning ritual. Even though I doubted I could ever pick a favorite, I was willing to continue the auditions.

Blondie's style favored surprise, keeping me guessing what she might do on any of her mornings. So as not to compete with them, Els never emulated the other girls, not that Caryn and Naris sticking to one thing got boring for me. It left her plenty of room to keep me on my toes.

It looked to be a hands and tongue morning, though she could change for the ending. Els waited patiently on her knees until I was done with the workout. When I walked over, she untied the loincloth and peeled it off slowly. It gave my dick enough time to go from anticipatory rigidity to combat-ready.

Els took her time: caressing fingertips along my length, tracking the muscle lines on the inside of my hips with her tongue, holding my dick out of the way so she could stroke my testicles with fingers and tongue. I had gotten better at reading the girls, at least in the sexual arena, so I recognized my cave blond intended to take her sweet time. I grabbed her hands and pulled them away. Els frowned cutely until I lay down; her smile defined beauty flushed by joy.

Els stood up between my thighs and stared down at me. There was not a whole lot to the dress, but she made taking it off sexier than any stripper I ever dropped a dollar on.

The Anue blond had a more feminine stacking of curves and female bits than the brunettes. I did not want to fuck one more than another or preferred one girl to the others. I was doing quite well with focusing on what made each distinctive. For instance, concentrating on the fact that standing over me was a soft, curvy blond whose list of expectations for me began and ended at 'Be my man!'.

Els knelt and took my dick in her hands. The size of the thing was still foreign to me. Els's fingers could not fully encircle it, and though she had her hands one on top of the other at the base, there was plenty of cock left over. She stroked me with gentle motion; not up and down, but up, off, and put the hand back on the base for more.

Her eyes smoldered as she moved back to gain room and bent over. Her tongue felt cool on my balls and hot on my dick. Fingers and tongue. Els could have made a fortune with her fingers and tongue.

She raised her head and blew on me. I came to the conclusion the girls were in a competition to see who could get me to fuck them during the morning ritual. I had to be strong and not give in. Els licked the centerline from the bottom of my ball sac to the tip of my dick. A drop of pre-cum escaped; Els moaned as she tasted her reward for being a good girl.

Be strong!

The girls finished everything cave-people did to dead bears a couple of days after I chased off Priest Dumbass. With plenty of meat in the cave-freezer (I decided to simply ignore the impossibility of its existence), the focus of our days turned to gathering fruits and vegetables. After I showed obvious signs of being unable to distinguish between ripe and any other stage of not-ripe, the girls relegated me to following around behind them.

The long walks gave me time to consider the problem of finding Nek and poking some holes in his gut. Caryn, with her religiously motivated focus on everything Achilles, noticed my hard thinking and offered me significantly more than a penny for my thoughts. I might have been resisted temptation, but Els and Naris got involved too. Since I did agree and collected on their offers, I felt obliged to discuss the issue. Naris pointed out they could lead me to their ex-tribe and Nek.

Three hot always-willing women and male teenage hormones--that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!

We would have taken off to kill Nek the next day, but I opened my mouth. The girls packed everything away in the freezer cave and laid out the bear bones in front of the cave entrance. I smiled thinking the bones made a very effective 'No Trespassing' sign. I watched curiously as the girls made carrying packs out of skins, stored supplies for our journey in them, and slung them over their shoulders. They stared at me expectantly, ready to head out.

"What's wrong, Achilles?" Naris asked.

"Isn't the packs going to get annoying after a while?"

The girls looked at each other and shrugged.

"Why don't we use my bag?" I pointed to the bag I had been provided for my adventure. "All the stuff will fit in there."

"That's for your spears, Achilles," Els said, shaking her head. She got the 'social mores' look in her eyes so I knew better than to go against it.

"Yeah, but carrying the stuff like that is going to suck," I said. "We could at least make backpacks or something."

Naris's skin pack hitting the ground and the narrowing of her eyes made realize the error of my mouth. Naris wanted Nek dead, badly, but her curiosity about what Caryn called my divine secrets trumped her homicidal rage. I sighed knowing Nek would get the opportunity to see a few more sunrises.

Be strong!

Caryn required a different type of strength, more internalized to combat the desire to grab her arms and shake until teeth rattled. Realistically, I could not much blame on her. I was the moron who made her the religious authority among the Anue.

"Do I get Shaman's rights?" Caryn asked, staring at Naris and Els. The girls had taken extra long baths and were displaying no intentions about heading back to the cave any time soon. I sat perched on my rock enjoying the noon showing of Naked Wet Cave Women.

Naris and Els's eyes snapped to Caryn; I did not miss the nervousness in them.

"With women." I said and tried to look innocent. Naris and Els did not buy my act, but Caryn almost jumped out of her skin. Shortie pursed her lips and studied the two girls, clearly trying to decide who would be the first to have her rights exercised on them. I leaned forward, curious about the mechanics of the Anue Priestess taking her rights. Maybe instituting a use-it-or-lose-it policy would get me a private screening of Cave Women Gone Wild.

"What about men?" Caryn said, turning her eyes on me.

"Don't even think about it!"

Els figured out the good girls getting spanked thing and gotten what she wanted. The second spanking made Caryn curious, but she definitely wanted to earn her butt warming for being naughty.

I came off the rock, putting me arm's length from Caryn, "You're a Priestess, Caryn. You have duties."

Naris and Els got behind Caryn to prevent escape (as if!). They stared at me with avid curiosity, well aware of the games I played to keep Shortie within the realm of religious reason.

"Duties?" Caryn breathed shallowly and pushed her breasts towards me.

"To me," I said. "A Priestess is only for the Leader."

The girls had explained more about their social rules. While only the Leader and Shaman had an clear-cut right to their bodies, unmated women were very accommodating to the men of the tribe. I did not intend for any of my women to accommodate any man other than myself. The Priestess angle was a pretty hook on Caryn exclusivity so I went with it.

"I have a tough job leading the tribe. Extremely stressful!" I reached out and touched Caryn's cheek. She got close enough for me to kiss her. "A Priestess has to make sure her leader is in the... proper frame of mind."

Caryn caressed the sides of my torso, up and down slowly. She stared into my eyes as the words built a new branch in her personal religion.

"You're mine, Priestess," I whispered. "You must support and care for me. I need you. The Anue needs you to be absolutely diligent in the fulfillment of your duties."

I could be shy on the details of her responsibilities since I only needed to ensure being subordinate to me was a base principle of Caryn's zealotry. Naris and Els would have to figure out how to deal with our Priestess on their own. I would make clear drowning Priestess Shortie was not an option for them.

I tumbled Caryn to her back and placed her legs on either side of me. She wriggled, pushing up and closer to me until my dick touched her pussy. She closed her eyes, moaning at the feel of our heat mating.

Grabbing her legs under the knees, I rolled Caryn up. I knelt so my dick ran along her pussy lips. Caryn's size was a major turn on. She and I were the about the same size physically, except for our sexual organs. Caryn's pussy sized up perfectly to her body, small and very tight. My cock was not sized proportionate to the rest of me, and it seemed almost impossible that Caryn could take any portion of it.