Isn’t It Too Big

by Naomi Penn

  “So you are back.” She whispered, startling him a little. “Do you have more… for me?”

  “Uh… yes, I will fetch you some more venison.” He stepped back toward the door.

  “I meant more punishment, great chief.” Her voice was strangely soothing. “Come closer, I am in need…”

  “I have no requirement to punish you further.” He said with a hint of regret. “I… if I may, please accept my apologies.”

  “Oh, the great chief humbled by a mere wisp of a girl?” She taunted. “What would your late wife have to say?”

  “Please, do not torment me any further.” He stared at her imploringly.

  “What you did to me was worse.” She said, almost in tears.

  “I am truly ashamed of my…”

  “Are you, truly?” She rose off the bed and dropped the covers.

  “Yes, I am…” He nodded and looked up.

  His heart skipped a beat and he froze in place. She was standing before him completely naked and her large green eyes looked at him with longing. He felt his head spinning and needed to sit down. But the only furniture in the cellar was the bed, and she was right beside it.

  “Chief…” She said, smiling now. “I have decided to heed your pleas to remain with the clan and make it stronger.”

  “But… but why are you… put on your garments before you catch a cold.” He stammered, struggling to keep his head straight.

  “So much care and concern, great chief.” She grinned, caressing her naked breasts. “We are all not children, you know, and you must stop treating us as so.”

  “Sienna, have you gone mad?”

  “No, Garth.” She took a step toward him. “I have stopped being mad.”

  “But… you… you’re…”

  “I am in need, Garth.” She said seductively. “As much as you are… no one can measure up to you, great chief, I need you... and I know that you need me.”

  “You’ve lost what ever mind you had.” He laughed nervously.

  “Yes, I have lost it to you.” She pressed on. “When your firm hand fell on me, I knew it right then that no other hand shall touch my tender skin… no other man shall come near me.”

  “But, Sienna… you must be wed to Dar…”

  “Be silent, chief.” She purred, almost upon him. “I have felt your desire for me rising up from beneath when your firm hand fell upon my smarting behind. Your mind might be clouded, but your body knows what it wants.”

  “I… no, it can’t be… I must be going mad.”

  “Yes, great chief… let us go mad for one another together.” She grasped his hands and placed them on her naked breasts. “Touch me again, I want it… I want your strong hands on me.”

  Kane recoiled as if struck by lightning, drawing his hands away. He took a step back and tripped over his own large feet and fell. She fell on top of him, laughing loudly. Her lips met his and she kissed him. Unable to push her away, he ended up groping at her naked flesh, exciting the aroused young woman even more.

  “Oh, Garth… Garth Kane, the great chief of our clan.” She wailed. “Deny yourself no more… deny me no more… I want you, Garth… and you want me.”

  It was true. Kane could fight it no longer. This brazen and brash young woman had made him feel like no other, not even his beloved Julia. He pleaded for forgiveness, but he was a man of flesh and blood and thirteen years of abstinence by a man of his strength and prowess was more than enough penance for one night of forbidden passion.

  “Sienna…” He groaned as her hands explored his massive body, tugging away at the deer-skin shirt and breeches. “Oh, this is so wrong…”

  “Only if you believe it so, war chief.” She purred as she released him from the confines of his clothing. “There is no wrong done when a man and woman are in agreement with their need for each other.”

  He didn’t reply, his trembling body giving in to her advances without any more objection. Her hands, small and soft yet firm, felt good and he savored her touch. Her laughter was softer than before as she held his arousal in her hands, her green eyes lit with admiration.

  “Oh, chief… you are great indeed.” She said, licking her moist lips and marveling at his throbbing hardness in her hands.

  Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, filling her senses with the virile musky odor of his manliness. Unable to resist the urge to take him in her mouth, she lowered her head and her lips closed over the dense pear-sized head. She heard him gasp and stiffen. His large hand reached for her head in reflex and he caressed her hair. She knew then he was hers.

  Sienna swirled her tongue around the pulsing cockhead a few times, before taking more of the foot long hardness in. He cried out, more than a dozen years of restraint falling away like the snow off a rocky ledge. She stroked the entire shaft lovingly and flicked her tongue over the deep slit of his cockhead. His loud moan echoed around the cellar as he caved in to the sensations he denied himself for so long. She caressed his hot flesh, bringing him to the brink, her delicate fingers teasing the sensitive skin of his gonads. His groan of pleasure satisfied her and she excitedly anticipated his imminent release. The hot gush of his orgasm exploded inside her mouth, making her gag and her eyes water. She felt a surge of joy course through her and struggled to swallow all of his offering. He seemed endless as wave after wave of his release emptied into her eager mouth. He kept caressing her hair and moaning, telling her how good he felt.

  “Ah, now that we have eased your pain.” She smiled, releasing his spent organ and licking her fingers. “…you will see things in clearer light.”

  “Sienna… you have… I couldn’t control…” He whispered, almost in apology.

  “Great chief, get a hold of yourself.” She grinned, gently stroking him back to life. “Do you consider yourself beaten… by this mere wisp of a girl?”

  “I… please…” He drew himself away from her.

  “Will you not avenge yourself?” She purred, eyeing him with lust and following him as he backed away. “Will you not do unto me as I have done to you? Come, great chief… let not my faith in you be completely gone. Take me; show me you are the man that I have always dreamt about.”

  “I… you, you have awakened hidden demons in me, woman.” He rose swiftly, pushing her away. “May the gods strike me down, I have been weak.”

  “You were weak before, Garth.” She said, sprawling herself down on the bed and spreading her legs wide, the dampening sheets under her speaking volumes of her arousal. “Now show me your true strength, take me… lead the clan by example, sire your firstborn with me.”

  “Your words… are offensive, and yet I know you speak true.” He grabbed a large clay jug of mead and brought the honey based liquid to his quivering lips. “I have denied myself long enough.”

  “That is undeniably the most under stated fact, great chief.” She purred and caressed her wide open pussy. “Mend your own losses before you seek to mend others.”

  Kane exhaled heavily, his massive chest heaving with each breath. His usual resolve and discipline of a hunter was being eroded away as a haze of passion clouded his mind. He drained the clay jug of its contents and smashed it on the stone floor. His heart beating faster than ever, he reached for her, grabbing her legs and pulling her to him.

  Sienna giggled as he lifted her off the bed and in one single motion and impaled her on his throbbing weapon. She screamed as he ripped her virgin opening. His eyes reflected the intensity of his lust. She had unleashed a beast and fear crept its way into her racing heart, warning of biting off more than she could chew. But the pain gave way to pleasure. The ferocity of his strokes began to feel like nothing she had ever felt before. She gasped out his name as sensations unknown gripped her nubile body. She had always dreamt of making love to Kane, and it was also her most closely guarded secret.

  “Oh, Garth… oh, yes… please… don’t stop…” Her whimpers drove him on.

  He grabbed her soft buttocks with his hardened fingers and dug into t
he yielding flesh, driving her up and down over his engorged cock. It had been so long that he had forgotten what it was like to have sex. But the memories came flooding back, along with Julia’s lovely smiling face. He wept for forgiveness, and his heart swelled, for deep inside he knew that wherever she was, Julia would want him to be happy. He was still of the living and he had wasted his life enough.

  “Sienna.” He grunted as she bounced furiously over him. “Is this what you wanted?”

  “Yes, yes… my chief.” She smiled, kissing his face. “But enough talk; fill me with your love.”

  Every fiber of his being intended to do that. This young woman had brought him back to life. Till that point he did everything dispassionately for the last thirteen years; except for hunting.

  “I feel like a new man.” He grunted. “What have you done to me, little witch?”

  “Yes, great chief.” She moaned, enjoying every inch of his thickness inside her. “You are back to being the man you once were.”

  “Your soft flesh, your wanton lust… drives a desire in me unlike I have ever felt.” Kane groaned, dropping her down on the bed and falling over her, his throbbing cock still deep within her tight pussy.

  “Yes, Garth… oh, yes.” The hot redhead moaned, clawing at his muscular buttocks. “Punish me… fuck me, great chief… fuck me hard.”

  Growling like the great bears he had hunted over the years, the huge war-chief bore his bulk down on the shapely young woman under him. He thrust his hips down, plunging and pulling his enormous organ in and out of her hot, wet opening. He felt like a virgin himself, most of his past life a faded memory. It was as if he had stepped out of a dream or fallen into one. He couldn’t decide which, and couldn’t care; being this alive again was all that mattered.

  “Oh, Garth… you’re so big… so big… this feels so good.” Sienna wept joyfully, kissing his neck and shoulders.

  “I cannot hold much longer, “He said, between gasps, “…your tightness draws my life-seed, I must… release.”

  “Yes, yes… you must.” She moaned excitedly. “Release your life giving seed inside me, Garth… and fill me with life.”

  Her unabashed words enflamed him ever further, filling his heart with pride and setting his loins close to bursting. He increased the speed of his movements, thrusting in ever so deep. The deeper he pushed, the more pleasure he gave her. Her green eyes rolled in her head and her lovely face seemed as if she had drunk too much mead. He kissed her savagely as he felt the rising pressure within him.

  “Ohh, yes… oh, great… chief.” She whimpered, shuddering with her own orgasm even as Kane released deep within her. “Fill me… give me life…”

  “Oh, this is heaven.” He groaned as his entire body trembled with ecstasy. “Never have I felt… this much… pleasure.”

  “Oh, my love…” She gasped as her quivering belly clenched down on his spewing member. “There is more pleasure in things forbidden than one shall ever find anywhere.”

  “You speak truly, Sagan’s child.” He whispered, snuggling into the warmth of her soft breasts. “Pleasures of forbidden fruit are manifold.”

  “Great one, you have deflowered me… and I am yours, no other man may claim me.” She said passionately. “You have sown the seeds of new life within me… and no more will you be without an heir.”

  “You know already that you have conceived by my seed?” He looked at her in awe.

  “Yes, I know my own body as much as you know the land, Garth Kane.” She smiled cryptically.

  “You are truly one of the Great White Bear Clan.” He shook his great head slowly. “Yet what brought you to dishonor…”

  “Oh, you fool, Garth Kane.” She laughed into his handsome face. “You have yet to fathom… I have always admired you, ever since you were one of my father’s great warriors, from the time I was a mere girl of twelve. But you were always haunted by your past, brooding like a giant as cold as the mountains all around us.”

  “How could I have known?” He searched her lovely face.

  “Precisely, old man.” She laughed pecking at his nose. “And you became even more lost in yourself after taking over as chief.”

  “I have my duty… to the Clan…” He said defensively. “No greater duty…”

  “No greater duty than preserving the ways of our people. I know that, Garth.” She nodded, kissing his cheek. “Yet to lead by example makes one a far greater chief.”

  “You speak with great respect now, and yet for the last two winters, your scorn for the Clan and me was unbreakable.”

  “How else was I to rouse the beast within you, Garth?” She eyed him mischievously.

  “You say that all of that was pretense… for two winters?” He looked at her as if stung. “And you did it for the Clan?”

  “The Clan and also for myself, if not more so.” She gave him a sweet innocent smile. “And now I have you.”

  “Who else parleyed with you on this deception?” He suddenly grew cold.

  “Elder Holm and Larisa.”

  “Elder Holm…” Kane said without surprise and stared up at the wooden ceiling. “And he was the one who called out this judgment of placing you under my care. I begin to see the sense of it all.”

  “Yes, at long last.” She teased him, caressing the dense curve of his pectoral muscle.

  “I must see Elder Holm about his dishonesty soon.” He said with a deep sigh.

  “What for?” She looked at him with some concern “Pray do not do anything unworthy of a chief.”

  “Oh, no.” Kane grinned widely. “It is not unworthy to give heartfelt thanks to an Elder.”

  Story 18

  The swirling wind blew the light rain all around the young woman as she walked across the street, holding her coat tightly around her. She looked up at the impressive building before her. She had enjoyed babysitting for the wealthy Murkgreed family for about a month now. At five foot even she cut a pretty small figure; but she made up for that with her pretty looks and quick wit. The doorbell had to be rung twice before she heard someone walking up to the door from inside. The door opened and the lady of the house looked at her with a peculiar expression on her face.

  “Good morning, Mrs. Murkgreed,” little April Summers said to the middle aged housewife standing before her.

  “Oh... April,” Mrs. Murkgreed replied with a curious tone, looking out over the young girl's shoulder, first to the left and then to the right, as if she were uncertain why the 19 year old babysitter had knocked on the door of her luxurious home on this fine afternoon.

  “Yep,” April nodded with a smile after a brief, awkward pause.

  “And what can I help you with?” Mrs. Murkgreed responded, this time with a bit more coldness to her voice.

  “Well...” April began. “I'm just here to babysit, as usual?”

  “Ohhh!” Mrs. Murkgreed pursed her lips, letting out a laugh. “About that... Didn't you get my text message, April?”

  “No, Mrs. Murkgreed. Not that I'm aware of. Why, is something wrong?”

  “Something wrong?” The arrogant woman snickered. “Is something wrong? My lord, child... is that all you have to say?”

  April's face took on an expression of pure bewilderment. She couldn't fathom why this sudden change had come over her routine customer, in the form of Mrs. Murkgreed, the wife of handsome Mr. Murkgreed, the wealthy, prestigious doctor known far and wide.

  “I don't understand. Did I do something wrong? Did something happen?” April pleaded, beginning to feel a bit worried. She'd never seen the usually friendly mother acting so harshly toward her, not in the many months that she had been babysitting the Murkgreed children. April had always gotten on so well with them, both Mr. and Mrs. Murkgreed, as well as with the kids. They never had any complaints or issues with her, though she didn't often speak with the handsome husband himself.

  And so, it seemed quite strange that the middle-aged woman was all of a sudden behaving so bitterly toward the tight-bodied teen.


  “Save it!” Mrs. Murkgreed spat. “Try to maintain some dignity, of what little you might have left.”

  “Mrs. Murkgreed?” April repeated, her eyes beginning to water. The poor, young, untouched girl didn't take criticism so well. The slightest little insult or belittling remark would ruin her day. And so, one can imagine what this outright rejection was doing for her self-confidence. “Did Mr. Mur--”