Jondalar could not believe his eyes. His Ayla was dancing on this feast to honor the Mother, with all kinds of men! And in such a sensual manner! All the male eyes were focused on her, but she did not seem to notice. He knew that she probably was in pain because of what he did with Marona – his affair.

Suddenly, he saw her break out the circle of dancing members of the tribe, walking unsteadily. Three men followed her, hoping for the best. Those men could not believe what was happing. This Ayla, most beautiful of all, and always unreachable because of her relationship with Jondalar and her determination to stay loyal to him, seemed to open up finally! They grabbed her clothes, which caused her to fall on the ground. Jondalar wanted to step in, but the remembrance of a bloody face in his youth held him back. The face that he had smashed into an unrecognizable fleshy mass, which had earned him the punishment of leaving the tribe for some time. Jondalar saw Ayla’s face, which was smiling. She was inviting the men to go on! Jondalar expected her to say no, to chase them away, but she simply didn’t. He saw a young guy with a murky face and a starting belly from Laramar’s beer, sitting behind her. He recognized him as the bully that tended to harass younger tribe women, that had not been giving the first rites yet. He removed her upper clothing with a brutal pull. Ayla’s face grimaced for a second, but she seemed to ignore it, and she starting smiling again, glancing somewhere in the distance. Jondalar suddenly recognized the guy that was removing his own clothing: it was Laramar! It could not be! That miserable.. Ayla hated him more than any man, how could this happen? Laramar’s hairy manhood appeared, standing right upwards. It was surprisingly large, at least as large as Jondalar’s, but a bit darker and with a bit more foreskin. The bully pulled Ayla’s back against his bare belly, and he stretched his arms beneath Ayla’s arms. He wrapped his unclean hands on Ayla’s beautifully shaped breast, and he started pulling the nipples harsly. Ayla’s face gave away that she experienced some pain when he did so, and her arms for a moment seemed to want to push him away, but then she let him again. Laramar send away the third guy, and he removed Ayla’s underclothing. He sat down on his knees and roughly pulled Ayla’s knees from each other. His right hand straightly went for her womanhood. He could not believe this was really happening: he had dreamed of this every single day. And she really seemed to encourage him to go on! His hands reached her, and he entered her with a finger. She was wet!

“You really want this, do you now? You’re so beautiful, I want you know!”

He gave the younger bully, that was still roughly massaging  Ayla’s breasts, a smack, and told him to leave. They were with the two of them now. He knew he was not breaking any rules. She consented, this was a party of the Mother. And he was going to use it. He was going to use her. He pushed her down and moved between her opened legs. He dashed his enormous manhood right into her. Ayla screamed at the moment he entered. He could not enter her fully the first time. He pulled back a little, and unleashed a new thrust, this way almost halfway penetrating Ayla.  Ayla moved a bit, to give him a full entrance. She closed her eyes and turned her head away, and a tiny secret tear left her eye and dropped on the ground. Laramar pulled back again, and drove into her. And he pulled back, and he entered her again. He kept on going. Back, and forth, back, and forth. He came up a little, and place his hand around one of her breast. He moved his mouth to her nipple and begin sucking on it. He sucked as did never before. He changed his body a bit, and gave Ayla’s other breast attention. Ayla started to accommodate better; she was even seeming to like it. She started to moan softly. Jondalar never lasted this long! Laramar placed his hands on the ground, next to both sides of Ayla, at the level of her breast. He looked deep into her beautiful eyes, and he fully penetrated her for the first time, all the way to the root. He felt her tighten around his penis. With his whole manhood inside Ayla, he moved forward and pressed his lips on Ayla’s. She turned away, but he managed to move with her and meet her movement, and he pressed his lips on hers again. His tongue flowed along her lips, seeking a way in. Ayla hesitated, and gave a small opening. Laramar put his tongue in her mouth, and he found hers. She tasted his unclean breath, resulting from drinking his own barma everyday, and the holes where once teeth must have been. He started moving again, and he moved his penis almost out of her, just to put it back in again, with more power every thrust, while keeping his face as close as possible to hers, so that he could sense what she felt. And he liked what he sensed! She clearly reacted! He increased the pace. Ayla, who thought that she just had to hold out for a minute or two, now loudly moaned, though reluctantly. Laramar wrapped one hand around her throat, and with the other he squeezed her nipple. Each time he entered her, he squeezed.

It was too much for Ayla. The affair between Jondalar and Marona. The attention from all the men. Not having had shared pleasures for a long time. The barma of Laramar. And now this Laramar, this filthy and mean men, giving her what she needed. She pressed herself against him. Laramar felt that she was tightly around him, touching every part of his manhood with her warm womanhood. Pulling sensations shot through his body. He felt her body stiffen. He brought his head down and bit on one of her nipples, while squeezing the other, and he entered her again, stretching her inner spaces as much as possible. She tried to stop it, she did not want to have it! But she did. Unimaginably large waves of emotion and sensation washed though her. She got up a bit, and with Laramar fully inside her, she had her point of eruption. Laramar just looked at her. What a day! What a night! What a victory! He looked up, to see if he was not dreaming, and he saw Jondalar at the edge of the clearing where he was being intimate with Ayla, tears running downs his cheeks. This was too much for him. Ayla laid down again, and he mounted her again. He drove into her, screaming at Jondalar:

“Do you see this? Did you hear her? Wow! She really wants me! And now, now I am going to give it to her!”

He lied down with his full weight on the slender body of Ayla, who was sensitive just after her eruption. On a high pace he kept penetrating her. He kissed her, and doing so, he came. And he came big. Loads of love, or lust, shot out of him, into Ayla. He kept moving, until he shot every last drop. He lied for a second on top of her, then came up, to hold his manhood in front of her face.

“Lick it!”

And she did…