What was it like when humans lived in caves, before anyone knew there was any connection between sex and fertility? Read on...
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"You want to be the guardian? Of course you do. All you young men want to be the guardian. You all want to spend the day looking at the women out in the forest and the meadows," warned Old Mac.
All I had told him was that tomorrow I was to accompany the next gathering expedition. He was our weapon maker, so I went to him not just for arms but also for advice since I had heard he had been a guardian in his youth.
"You don't know how dangerous it can be out there on your own with them. The way is rough and people get injured. Beasts will hunt you. Men from other tribes will try to kill you and take the women. Worst of all the women will distract you from all these dangers and you won't see them until it's too late."
"I know it's dangerous. I know there's no mating, I know. I just want to be useful." Old Mac didn't seem to be listening as he rummaged around in his pile of tools and materials before emerging with a small object wrapped in hide.
"Oh, and take this. You might need it." He pressed a long dagger into my hand wrapped in a leather sheath. I withdrew it, scanning the black, glossy blade of pure obsidian. It's edge was nearly perfectly straight with hundreds of tiny chips removed making the sharper and harder than the tooth or claw of any bird or beast.
"Wow, this is the nicest one I've ever seen. Thank you!"
"Yeah, it's the best," he grunted, not from pride, but in recognition of the effort that clearly went into making it. "Gam said you know what to do with it. and since you have the hardest job of all, it should go to you."
"Oh, and pray for rain!" he added as I waved goodbye, to go have my evening meal.
A day later his words came back to me as I caught my breath at the top of the ridge line. The sun was setting and there was the blood curdling howl of wolves or maybe coyotes in the air as I scanned the horizon for three missing women. We were a half a day's walk from the cave. It was hard to imagine how rain would make the situation better.
The day had started so well. We had walked for half the day to reach a mountain forest meadow where Nala said the best berries were sure to be at the height of their season.
But it was hot. And it was mostly uphill from the cave of the Mother Goddess, a home shared by 44 of us who were her children.
The strain was lessened by looking at the twelve women ahead of me. In the daylight, I could see the sheen of their hair, the curve of their hips and breasts filling their deer-skin dresses.
These were the women gatherers, the dozen of them who were neither too young, too old, too sick, or those who nursed the very young children. Mother Goddess assigned people to the group and me to guard them. Sometimes she would lead the party, but this time she chose Nala, the tallest woman in our group. She was fiercely independent with a reputation for toughness.
Periodically the group would stop to pick a bush or dig for some roots and I'd have the pleasure of studying their behinds as they bent over of the ground. I just love how at that angle the small tuft of a dark pussy could be seen where their thighs and ass met. In a few, I could see their tiny slits beckoning to me.
In particular, I enjoyed a pair of young red-haired twins, Cana and Belan, giggled as they flashed their their fire-colored loins at me with every chance they got.
They were short, but nevertheless slender with long hair and large green eyes, but their asses and apple-sized supple breasts strained against their animal-hide dresses in the most alluring way. They were beautiful and young, having only just come of age, they were more boisterous and social than the rest of the group.
It was but a half moon since the Mother Goddess ordered the great hunters Gam and Helam to deflower them during the ritual of the moon darkening. The moon came back brighter than ever as the opened their loins to receive their first man milk. To be chosen by these girls to mate would not just be pleasurable, it would be a sign of great fortune.
But as attractive as they were, my thoughts were consumed mostly by the woman at the front of the line, Nala the huntress. The title is a bit redundant since everyone knows she's the only woman the Mother Goddess has allowed to travel with the men in hunting parties.
Yes, I was the guardian, but it was me who was under her protection. She knew more about tracking, fighting, herbs, and the stars than anyone except the Mother Goddess Herself and everyone knew it. I had hoped that I might learn from her all I could during the expedition, but with her at the front and me at the back, there was no opportunity to talk with her. The twins were irresistible, but they knew nothing that I did not.
Perhaps because they kept me perpetually aroused, my thoughts drifted to Nala's peculiarities. She never smiled. Ever. She preferring to sleep alone, the only woman in the cave who did so on a regular basis.
Her real interest was nature, the woods, plants, and the stars. With the blessing of the Mother Goddess, she would often wander alone for weeks at a time and come back with new wisdom about the uses of herbs or a prophecy.
Nala's most unique habit was her mating ritual. The Mother Goddess decreed that women must mate whenever they felt the urge and that they were free to choose whomever they wanted to fuck them. She taught that man milk to nourished the pussy in the same way breast milk nourished children.
Since men made less milk, this explained why women were generally smaller and weaker than men. And since men could not bear children, it meant that the needs of women came first, and their word was law.
Sex was most common at night, but it was not unusual to see people fucking at any hour of the day. Men were instructed to wait until called upon since they had so little to offer. She taught that abundant milk and people emerge from the bodies of women, but only small amounts of milk from men. This meant that our milk was precious and should be spared for moments of need.
As a practical matter, most women would rotate between three or four favorite men, but not Nala. She would go for months without taking a man, but when she did, she made it an event.
There was a large, flat stone about waist high at the entrance of the cave. Often we would share meals or converse around it. We called it the table. After a long journey, Nala would suddenly return at dawn, lean over it and yowl with her eyes closed and repeatedly growling, "fuck me!" at the top of her lungs.
The men knew what to do, they would gather around her each plowing into her from behind until they erupted, being quickly replaced by the next one in line. This would go on all morning or until she ran out of men, at which point she'd open her eyes again and return to being her normal, aloof self as if nothing had ever happened.
I was not of age the last time she went into heat, a fact I lamented as I watched her walk. Her firm, attentive gaze, matched her sure-footed muscular frame. Unlike most of the other women and most of the men, she kept her dark hair cut short, too, presumably so she could see and hear better.
I would have thought more about, but the twins made sure I did not. The Mother Goddess had said that the one exception to the rule granting women the right to fuck whoever they wanted was the guardian of the gathering party. Cana took great joy reminding me of this every chance she got.
"Why can't you fuck me now?" she would pout, kneeling, lowering her head to the ground exposing her needy sex, swaying her ass from side to side.
