Olympic Tail

He was jarred awake by her legs that once again had a vice-like hold on his head. His brain was screaming in agony, and he began to see flashing lights as she jerked his head from one side of the bed to the other in violent motions. Suddenly, she jerked and twitched, releasing his head. He looked up to see her head tilted back, with her face contorted from the spasms of yet another orgasm. Knowing she was in a compromising position; he scurried up her silky torso, and while lifting his frame with his right hand, he positioned his rising manhood with his left, and slowly eased into her warm, silky vagina. She sighed, and lifted her knees closer to her chest to give his organ an easier voyage into the depths of her being. Without once opening her eyes, her hands reached down to cradle his scrotum, as he began to slowly and lovingly copulate with this most beautiful creature. The gentle thrusts with her hips, her gentle sighs, and her silky hands on his swollen gonads brought him ever so close to his release into her beautiful belly. His thrusts became more pronounced, and he could feel her employ the muscles of her vagina in a rhythmic stroking of his member. Her legs locked around his back, and she began forcing her enlarged clitoris into the matted hair covering his pubic bone. Just as he felt the warmth signaling his release, he felt the muscles in her vagina spasm twice, then her entire body convulsed as another orgasm shattered her. As she embraced him in her orgasmic throes, he felt he seed explode into her womb. Her vaginal muscles spasmed along the length of his member forcefully, squeezing his seed deep into her receptive womb and draining all of the semen his body had to offer. They both collapsed; he rolled over onto his side, maintaining his embrace, and keeping his softening member inside the exquisite warmth of her womanhood. She had a faint but recognizable smile on her face.

He awoke with her warm figure still wrapped about him, her face nuzzling his unshaven neck. Still unsure of his position in the scheme of things, he tried not to disturb his Queen for fear of retribution. As he analyzed all he could remember since the crash, he became aware of several figures standing at the head of the stairs up and behind the bed. As he started to turn, Nera awoke, and with her one free hand, firmly clamped it onto his shriveled member.

""Chaa. . ." she breathed just barely loud enough for them to hear.

They ran to the bed, and eagerly examined our nakedness. Soon they were joined by others until virtually the entire clan was in or around the bed. Unable to withstand the strain, it collapsed. Everyone laughed and Steve felt he had secured a new position amongst these beautiful warriors, and a new lease on life. The played and pulled at his body, caressing and stroking every inch while satisfying their curiosities. The entire scene became more and more erotic, as their attention focused on his genitals and each other's sexuality. He soon found himself amidst a full-blown orgy with his manhood the main feature. His captors applied virtually every known of stimulation to his body - arousing him to a level he never thought imaginable. His first orgasm was in the mouth of a young warrior, the second, in the pussy of another, the third on the stroking fingers of another, and the fourth between the pretty toes of yet another. Beyond that, he could scarcely remember, as his attention was focused on the pleasures of these beauties around him. Beyond, all about the floor and furnishings, the sexual frenzy continued as over forty pairs of bodies stimulated one another to orgasms. The air was filled with sighs, and moans, and the smells of over eighty pussies mingled together to create an erotic fragrance of unparalleled beauty. The intense amount of joy and passion exchanged was beyond description, and he found himself entranced by the feminine sexuality blossoming around him. He eventually suffered a sensory overload, and collapsed into the arms of his loving Queen; vaguely aware that she was stroking his left thigh with her swollen labia on her way to yet another orgasm.

Beautiful bodies were draped over him as he stirred from his nap. Still exhausted, but urged on by his over-extended bladder, he gently moved the resting forms aside and rose. When he was halfway down the stairs, he realized he was naked, but considering the environment, he felt reassured, and continued his journey to the river. Without shoes, he was forced to walk gingerly, and the occasional scratching of the fir limbs and blackberry vines to his nakedness became too much to bear, and he aimed his exhausted babymaker into the woods and let go. About halfway through the release, he became aware of a putrid odor, and as he looked up, he found himself staring straight into the furry nipples of a female Sasquatch. He screamed and stumbled backwards, falling into a growth of sword ferns. She stepped from the trees, and gently reached down to touch his manhood, still dribbling the last of its golden discharge. Her long furry fingers examined his flaccid shape in great detail; flexing it every which way, and lifting it to examine the ballsack. After what seemed to be an eternity, she released his organ, which fell back to the ball sac with a soft plop, and with what he perceived to be an apelike giggle; she turned and strolled off into the undergrowth. Several of the warriors, who had silently followed him down the trail in hopes of witnessing how a man urinated, giggled at his reaction. He sat there, surrounded by the sword ferns, frustrated, yet relieved at the same time. With an air of resignation, he finally stood up, and as the warriors reached out to help him, gingerly walked back to the security of the clearing. They did not speak, but their reassuring touches calmed him.

As he entered the cave, Nera stood before him, once again adorned in those beautiful furs. He immediately dropped to his knees and put his forehead to the ground as a form of salute and tribute to the timeless beauty in front of him. She touched his head and motioned him to rise. As he stood before her, her eyes studied every inch of his torso, before returning to meet his. She held out her delicate hand, and he took it with both of his. The walked into the cave; the rest of the clan opening to allow them passage, and closing behind them as they passed. He felt like the gladiator in a dated movie, entering ancient Rome with his plunder. His chest swelled; and as Steve and Nera turned to face the warriors, they all dropped to their knees in an unspoken salute. She smiled at him, a warm smile of acceptance and he squeezed her frail hand in silent reply. They ascended the stairs together. Once in her room, she dropped her robe to the floor with one deft motion, and moved her perfect body to his. Their lips met in a perfect kiss, after which they returned to the comfort of the bed to make gentle passionate love.

She became assertive this time, and spent an eternity exploring his manhood; absolutely enthralled by its unique shape and response. She traced patterns along the shaft and around the glans, forcing his organ to rise, then she would gently apply pressure to the base of the shaft, securing the blood flow, and forcing his organ to recede. Over and over, she stimulated his throbbing organ with her gentle hands, her warm soft mouth, her beautiful breasts, or whatever she desired, only to watch it shrivel and return to its normal state. Finally, with the last of his patience, he cradled her loving face in his hand, and proceeded to kiss every square inch of her body, from head to foot. Every part of her was a sweet sensation to his palate - he couldn't get enough of her, and even though she tried to return his kisses, he would gently ease her back on the bed to continue his savory feast. Unable to control her emotions any longer, she ascended the final orgasmic plateau, and as his mouth found her pulsing womanhood, she filled his mouth with her sweetness. So intense was her fulfillment, that she continued to spasm uncontrollably for the better part of an hour, the dew of her passion flowing freely between the two hairless mounds. He drank his fill. In one final effort she clawed at his body, bringing him into her in that she may experience her final orgasm with his member inside her. They rode the wave together, with her body reacting to his warmth, bucking and tearing at him until she finally collapsed with a gasp, the tremors gradually diminishing as she recovered her composure. He held her tightly, escorting her to the rest their bodies so craved.

Steve stirred his manhood sore from it extensive stimulation. He rose and slipped his furs over his head, and strolled down stairs where his captors were busy with their tasks. As soon as they saw him enter, they became silent, and moved toward him. Some touched his arms or legs, giving him recognition without being sexual. He returned their sincerity with a warm smile and touches to their faces. As he stepped outside, they followed him expectantly. Steve was lost in technique; mentally he began to form a checklist as to how to explore this tribe entirely without exposing them to the ways of the outside world. He wanted them to retain their innocence and beauty, without fear from exploitation. He must guard their secret with his life, as they were such a rare find in this modern desensitized world. Then there was the secret of the Sasquatch - how could he confirm their existence without becoming a victim of their speculation. Should he just dismiss their existence to the outside world as an anomaly or should he pursue his scientific curiosity and form an expedition of his most trusted associates to study these devoted creatures. But before he could elaborate any further on the idea, he felt himself being lifted high into the air as the naked warriors carried him down by the river. They wanted to play, and he was their new toy.

With reckless abandon, he cleared his mind and joined the party, throwing himself down from their shoulders, and intermittently throwing one of these beauties lightly into the air as he patted and caressed their shining bodies. They broke into a gallop, his captors breasts bounced in the filtered sunlight, and their clear skin reflected the purity of a child's innocence. Before long, they were splashing in the river, caressing one another's' bodies with pinches and pats in a fairy tale of playful zeal. Taking time to study each playmate with delighted interest, he studied their individual uniqueness; the ways they maintained their hair, their varying skin tones and colors, the different size shape and colors of their nipples, the differences of their stimulated breasts, the different twists within their navals, the different flowers formed by their external genitalia, and the differing contours of the hips and thighs. It was a collage of feminine beauty, capped with their joyful antics and attitude. The fierce, unbending warriors he had first encountered were now nothing more than playful children, frolicking in their wilderness of innocence. They were so captivating, he couldn't help but get drawn in by their spontaneity. Soon, there was a tangle of torsos, laughing and loving in the mid-day sun. No longer did Steve count his orgasms; they were so abundant and free. He only knew that the love he felt around him was unlike any he had felt before, and in its essence was so fulfilling that his entire body became numb. He was aware of pairs of hands lifting his exhausted frame from the river, and the warmth of their bodies, as they all cuddled together on the moss-covered rocks next to the rushing water. Never had he felt as completely satisfied as now, as his arms reached around to embrace several of his companions resting on him.

"Why have you deflowered my children?" his voice boomed through the thin air as thunder.

Unable to see his face or form in the glare of the sun, Steve tied to ease his exhausted frame up from the mossy rocks only to find it forcefully shoved down again. The first thought of trouble in paradise flashed into his mind and he realized his companions were gone.

And again his voice boomed: "Why?"

"Because it was their time?" he queried; not knowing what else to say.

"That is not for you to know!" The voice retorted. "Now depart from here, and never return!" The creature moved away from the suns' glare and strolled into the neighboring forest, its stench close behind. Steve pondered the sudden turn of events, and became aware that his presence had tipped the balance of their innocence; the very idea that he desired so earnestly to protect. There was no option, and he turned up the broken trail his predecessor had just left knowing it was a long way home.

Two years later, when he returned with his entourage, they found the cave was completely overgrown, and there had been no apparent human activity for quite some time. They spent the night, intently watched from just beyond the glow of their campfires; then moved upriver to a different site the following day.