Chapter 9

There was another cultural ceremony she needed help with and I was afraid it might turn a little delicate, but it didn't mean I didn't want to help.

Catla looked young to me. In fact I pegged her at sixteen tops. Her face was beautiful - there was no other truthful description. Her hair was deep auburn and her eyes dark green.

Her breasts were large and apparent even under the loose fitting sleeveless tunic type garment. She was covered below the belt by a sort of skirt - obviously made of tanned animal skin. It was very short and displayed wonderfully athletic legs. Since she was fairly tall at about five eight, those beautiful legs seemed to go on forever.

Her hair was long, but mostly tangled and dirty. I wasn't sure if it was always that way and doubted it. Apparently she and her companions had been hotly pursued for at least a few days lately.

To put it bluntly Catla needed a bath. Hoping to make things go more smoothly I started running a tub of water and then began shucking my clothes to take the first turn.

When faced with a situation she didn't really understand, Catla was a monkey-see monkey-do type girl from the get go and she was naked before I was half way there. When the tub was about half-full I motioned for her to get in and even encouraged her to put her hand in the water to check the temperature. She was floored by the warmth and got in without much more prompting.

Soap was completely foreign to her, but she stayed still while I got the process started. The slippery bubbles delighted her and she must have liked the feeling because she took over when I handed her the bar. It was easy to see she enjoyed bathing.

She was surprised when I let the water out, but happy again as I refilled. I switched the water to the shower attachment on its flexible hose and used it to rinse her hair. I hoped the water would help with the tangles and also wash out some of the detritus she'd accumulated in her rapid travels. It did enough so I thought we could shampoo it without fearing more tangles.

Catla finally settled back and let me take care of her hair. I gave it two washes and then used crème rinse liberally before going to work in earnest on the tangles. It was a lengthy process since I had to start at the ends and work my way up to keep from pulling hair out by the roots. By the time I was done combing it was dry enough to brush and it was easy to tell she loved the process.

The towel was something else Catla thought of as wonderful. She couldn't tell me so in words I understood, but her smile and the way she dried herself let me know how she felt about it.

With Catla out and dry I dropped my boxers, the last thing I was wearing, and stepped in to do my duty. Catla looked at my dick and seemed almost in shock from the size. That didn't help me keep it under control and she was fascinated again as she watched it grow hard.

I was perfectly capable of washing myself, but Catla was not to be denied. She helped with every part as I had with her turn and by the time she was done my dick was surely cleaner than it had ever been in either incarnation.

She hadn't bothered to wrap the towel around her after she was dry and so she was wonderfully naked and on display for the duration. She helped me dry myself and she insisted on brushing my hair as I had hers, even though I didn't have nearly as much for her to work with.

When I was in shape for bed I killed all but one light and headed that way. I'm sure Catla recognized where we'd be sleeping, even though I didn't have furs. The folded giant sleeping bag must have resembled them closely enough.

She beat me to it, but didn't lie down. Instead she crawled in on her hands and knees and then looked back over her shoulder at me and waggled that splendid ass in my direction. I was sure my dreams had come true.

Dog style had never been my favorite position, but I considered her choice easily good enough for getting acquainted. I knee walked up into position and spent no little time fondling and petting around on her splendid ass. She had freckles on her butt, she was nice.

Guiding my German helmet to the spot, I could tell it was getting slippery from inside out already. I teased her vulva with my dickhead by moving it up and down just grazing her love lips to get to know them. She shook and shivered and then exerted a little control of her own by pressing back against my pole.

When my dickhead popped in right away I knew she wasn't a virgin and it made me happy. I'd always hated the responsibility of being first. She was tighter than Dick's hatband though and I realized at once this needed to be done slowly and carefully. I didn't mind because I had all night.

My time with Rose had done wonders for my patient technique and I was well on my way to mastering the methods for careful use of the gut wrench. We had plenty of fuck oil flowing already and all I had to do was put on gentle pressure and work my way inside with baby strokes.

Catla was not bored with the slow progress and she no doubt understood I wasn't something her cooter could swallow with one gulp. My best guess was it took over ten minutes to get it stuffed up her completely. She was ready for the old in-out in-out by then though and she sighed loudly as I backed out and then gave her the first full stroke.

After fifteen minutes of steady fucking I could tell Catla was nearly to the end of her twine. With a well-timed reach-around and a minor clit-diddle she went off and howled loudly enough to have Mama and some of the pups join her.

Apparently she thought we were done and she tried to sink to the covers. She might be done for a few minutes, but I hadn't put out all the hard work for her benefit alone. I kept a grip on her hips, pulled her back against me more tightly and began to stroke in earnest then.

I wasn't that far behind her though and I pumped her full a few minutes later. She had her breathing under control by now, and when I collapsed onto the covers she snuggled up against me and I had no doubt those were her version of sweet nothings she whispered into my ear. Like any normal man I dropped right off to sleep and stayed that way.

I felt great the next morning as Mama and the pups started letting me know the sun was up and their bladders were full. I left Catla sleeping and eased into my jeans, socks, and boots before going to the door and letting the dogs out. Luckily for us all I'd already learned better than to open the door without a rifle in my hands.

Mama and the pups didn't rush out to do their business right away, because there was some type of large black cat just this side of the tree line. It opened its fang filled mouth to yowl just as I shouldered the Marlin and the bullet cut the noise off.

Of course the report had Catla jumping up naked and rushing to my side to investigate. The cat was down by now so I pointed it out to her. She nearly headed out naked, but I stopped her. Mama and her pups already understood the excitement was over and they were busy fertilizing. I took hold of a small man-sized travois and went over to fetch my kill.

By the time I dragged the cat back over by the door Catla had her clothes on and was standing there, flint shard in hand, and no doubt intending to deal with the carcass. There was no hurry though so I urged her back inside, sat her down, and started on some breakfast.

Mama and the pups were done with their bathroom duties by now and they were sniffing around on the dead cat. Catla watched them closely and she scared the pups by growling loudly at them when they started biting and chewing on the hide. I was heartened she was trying to help with their manners.

I could tell Catla thought she should be the one cooking, but realized she wasn't familiar with my ways. If she was going to stay around I'd be glad to give her the short course and let her take over the duty. Things were looking good too, since she hadn't mentioned leaving at all.

After we ate and I cleaned up I showed Catla my selection of available knives and also offered her a hatchet. She chose one of the smallest hatchets, a Boy Scout model and she picked an eight-inch Buck skinning knife. After her choices were made we returned to the cat.