Chapter 8

After a sound kissing, Shaeta turned over and scooted back against my front. I had taken the expedient of removing my briefs completely tonight and I put my dick up in its new favorite spot so it would stay warm. Shaeta sighed again when I took hold of a titty.

I don't know how long I'd slept when movement woke me but it must have been a few hours. I realized the disturbance had been someone joining us in our furs and since they snuggled right up against me, I had a pretty good idea it must be Katia.

Shaeta made me sure then.

"Turn over and show her what it feels like," she whispered.

"Show her what what feels like?" I asked.

Shaeta didn't say anything, she just reached down and squeezed the head of my dick. Mine was not to reason why. At least that's what my dick was telling me.

I rolled over and since Katia was facing me now I put a lip lock on her and gave her a good kissing of her own. It was easy to tell that she liked it.

She didn't waste any time putting her back to me though, and soon enough I snuggled up against her.

I didn't tarry either and when she was close I could feel that her shift had moved up and her naked asscheeks were pressed to my groin. She noticed it too and shivered.

I used my hand to make a little room and then she spread her legs more on her own. It only took a hip wiggle for my dick to plop up against her vulva, and I even noticed a few little crinkly pinpricks from her sable pelt. I let my hand make a slow slide up her thigh then, across her belly, and finally onto a titty. Her nipple was already swollen but that didn't stop me from trying to make it harder.

Just as with Shaeta, when I nibbled on her neck and ear she started to tremble and it didn't take her long to asks me to stop.

"Stop that kissing and nibbling. It feels too good and I'll be yelling if you're not careful," she whispered.

I did as she asked but I didn't let go her titty and I let my dick lay right where it was. I was back asleep in minutes.

I don't know how I slept through Katia's exit but I did. When I woke again it was still pitch black out and somehow I knew it was hours before sunrise. I could also tell that Shaeta had somehow shucked her sleeping shift.

I've always heard that nothing will turn a man's stomach faster than two warm tits in his back. Unfortunately I couldn't turn over at the moment because someone had a good grip on my dick, and they were kissing and nibbling on my neck and earlobe.

When she noticed that I was awake, Shaeta started slowly stroking her hand up and back on my dick. I was all for it for a while, but I had to make her stop.

"This time its you that has to stop, or I'll yell out."

"I know, but it seems like it would almost be worth it," she said.

"Do what you like, but we'll have to go wash the furs if you keep it up."

"Will we have to wash the furs after our hut is finished?" she asked, after she quit stroking.

"No, I'll have a better place to put it then," I said, "and you'll be the one yelling. Yelling loudest, anyway."

"Do you promise?" she asked.

"I promise."

She released me then and turned over to our normal position, I snuggled up to her and put dicky in his favorite place. Surprisingly I went right back off to sleep.

We were up and dressed the next morning without a hint of a peep show for me. Oh well. Today was going to be a busy day.

I didn't realize it until after breakfast, but we were at the head of the line for the younger boy's help since I had put my frame together first. In fact mine was the only one ready yet.

This part was easy for me. All I had to do was hand the boys up onto the structure and then they laid on the skins and stretched them, tying them in place after they were tight. It was easy to tell they were well practiced at this, since they were done with the whole hut in a little less than an hour. Our home was ready.

"Now what my mate?" I asked Shaeta, after the boys moved on.

"Now my mate must stay out of the way while I finish on the inside. If you are going to help Denac you might as well go tend to it," she said, so I did.

Denac was up, and sitting today instead of reclining. He even smiled at me when he saw me coming. I smiled back.

"I am really surprised that you meant it and I am very pleased. Thank you again Carl," he said.

"You are welcome Denac," I said, and then I got to work.

I had the poles trimmed to length and then up, with the help of Shaton and Matatu again, in what seemed no time. They had come over not long after I got there. It was a little embarrassing that Denac kept bragging on me the whole time, but I didn't say a thing about it.

I was done a little later and had even finished lashing the spreaders in place. Shaton and Matatu had left and Denac and I just talked a little, mostly about nothing until lunch rolled around.

Shaeta came to bring us something to eat and I noticed right away that Katia was not with her. I didn't mention it though and finally decided it was for the best after all. We had a pleasant lunch and Shaeta left with the bowls.

The tarping crew arrived not much later. I called them that to myself because what they were doing was about like putting a tarp on something and tying it down. I lifted a few of them in place and they must have been tired of this game already because they had it over with in short order.

Denac thanked them profusely as they left.

"Now, what would you like inside first, Denac," I asked.

"Do you have time to spare to help me move my things inside?" he asked, as if he couldn't believe I would.

"No, but I have time to spare to do it with you telling me what to do. I do not want you to set back the progress you have made already, and I know as well as you do that your balance isn't what it needs to be yet," I said.

"You are right, but how do you know it?" he asked.

"I have been in a fight that I didn't win before," I said, and I was glad to see that it made him laugh.

"I don't know how anyone was able to best you," he said.

"That's how I learned to fight so well. You learn much more from the fights you lose than the ones you win," I said, and that finally got him to stop talking and start thinking.

Moving his things into the hut didn't end up being much of a problem. It wasn't that he didn't have much, it was because his stuff was mostly all the same.

He had furs, spears, skins, and some tools. With no woman he hadn't collected things for cooking, cleaning, and other tasks that the women took care of. He had a lot, it just wasn't a lot of little things.

He tried to thank me to death as I left, but I wouldn't let him.

When I got back to my new hut Shaeta and Katia were still inside, working, and I wasn't allowed in. I didn't mind and I tracked down the calf to fool with it unless someone else needed something. Nobody seemed to need anything now except a visit from the lightweight boys to spread the skins onto their hut frames.

The calf was munching away, doing duty as a combination lawn mower and fertilizer. It looked up when I approached and then went back to eating. I decided it needed a name and I thought Buttercup was an excellent one. I'd have to run it up Shaeta's pole and see if she saluted.

Rudely interupting Buttercup's meal, I tied the sashcord onto the halter I'd made for him and started leading him a little. He didn't want to go at first but it didn't take him long to figure out that I wasn't going to leave him alone until I finished this game. I led him around the outside of the camp in a big circle and then back around, turning him loose where I caught him. He was catching on and would do fine.