Cave Man's Captive

by Juliana Conners

  We drove through the winding mountain roads in silence for about an hour. It was not an uncomfortable silence, but the kind where words simply aren't needed. It was as if I could read his thoughts and he could read mine. It was the sort of silence that was shared between people who had known each other for a long time. I wasn't quite sure how I could feel so comfortable with him since we had just met, but it was nice, a welcomed change in the monotony that had become my life.

  "Are we there yet?" I asked, jokingly. We shared light laughter.

  "Yes. Just a few more minutes now," said Elijah, fixing his eyes on the road. After a few minutes he pulled over on the side of the road and parked under a cluster of trees.

  "We're here," he announced, shutting off the car. We got out of the truck. He reached into the back seat and pulled out a large green backpack. It was full and looked really heavy, like it was going to burst at any second.

  We took off walking down a path between the trees. As we walked, I noticed the trees began to thin out. We walked for a while. I wondered how much longer we had to go.

  "It's just around the bend there," said Elijah, as if he had read my mind. He pointed to a place just beyond what looked like a pile of rocks. It must have been the remains of an old building that once had sat in that spot.

  "This had once been a native American burial ground. It is believed there was a house constructed here, similar to the pyramids of Egypt, where they would house the dead. And some of these caves, including this one was where the chief would live."

  I nodded, acknowledging that I had been listening to him. But the long hike was beginning to catch up with me. I felt like my lungs were going to explode. I didn't anticipate such a long hike today.

  "Are you okay?" asked Elijah, putting his hand on my shoulder as if trying to steady me to keep me from falling over.

  "Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. I was exhausted. My body was still sore from both the hike and injury the day before. This trek added even more strain on my already sore body.

  "I guess I really didn't think about how long of a hike this would be, especially after the long one that we took yesterday."

  He started to look worried, like he was having regrets about his plan for the day.

  "No, it's okay. Really. It's not your fault that I'm so out of shape," I laughed, hoping to lighten the mood. "Give me a batter to beat or children to chase and I'm fine. But when it comes to any real exercise, I have such an allergic reaction that I'm liable to break out in hives.

  He leaned his head back and roared with laughter.

  "Beautiful and a great sense of humor. You are just perfect, aren't you?"

  "Ha! Hardly," I said, shaking my head. "That's really nice of you to say. I bet you say that to all the women, you charmer you."

  "Well..." he began, rubbing his neck and staring at the ground. "To be completely honest, I haven't really talked to many women in a long time. Any people really. I've been here for so long that I can't remember the last time I’ve seen anyone out here."

  He got a faraway gaze in his eyes as if he were trying to remember the last time that he had come into contact with anyone.

  I didn't quite understand what he meant by saying that he didn't have much contact with the outside world. I had so many unanswered questions. How long had it been since he had seen another woman? I knew that he had been a part of Harlow's SEAL unit. Had that been the last human interaction that he had had?

  I decided not to ask him about it. I figured that he would tell me if and when he wanted me to know. No one likes a person who pry’s too much into someone else’s life.

  And even if I was going to ask him anything, he stopped me in my tracks, catching me off guard by pulling me in close to him by the waist and kissing me long and hard. His lips felt soft like I imagined. Even feeling his beard tickling my cheeks made me smile. He was a really good kisser and I was enjoying every minute of it.

  He took my hand and guided me further into the cave. It was mostly dark, but I could see an area along the wall where a piece of rock jutted out. He led me to it and sat me down.

  Then he did something that I had only ever seen done on TV. He grabbed a few pieces of wood that we stacked up against the wall and put them in the middle of the cave in a circle of stones that had been carefully placed there. He produced a tiny piece of flint and a rock. He struck the rock a few times, causing a spark to dance over the wood. It caught and started a fire that began as a small ember. He fanned it with his hand and the flame grew until it was rising high and lighting up the whole cave. I looked around and saw that it was set up like a small home fit for one person to live in. There was a pile of books in a far corner.

  "Books of yours?" I asked, pointing toward the discarded pile.

  "Oh yeah," he said, his eyes still fixed on the fire that he was stirring with a stick, trying to get it to burn brighter. "I come down here sometimes when I want a change of pace from the cabin."

  "You live out in the wilderness away from civilization. How much more different of an experience are you looking to have??"

  "What can I say?" he said. "I like to walk on the wild side."

  The way that he said that told me that he wasn't just talking about living adventurously in the wilderness. He was talking about something else, something naughtier.

  Once the fire was burning to his satisfaction, he directed his attention back to me. He slowly walked over to where I sat, watching me with curious amusement. He grabbed me by the back of my neck, pulling me in close to him, and putting his tongue in my mouth. He lapped his tongue in and out of my mouth, kissing me with such intensity that I had to push away to catch my breath.

  He started unzipping my coat while staring into my eyes. He unbuttoned my blouse and reached into my bra, pulling out my breast and watching it bounce with pleasure. He leaned down and began tenderly kissing my breasts. Then, he took my nipple into his mouth and began sucking and licking, making greedy sounds of delight as his tongue ran laps around my firm nipple.

  "Is this really happening?" asked Elijah. "I have been picturing this moment so vividly since we first laid eyes one each other. It almost feels like this is all in my imagination."

  I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him passionately.

  "Does that feel real?"

  He nodded slowly, leaning in for another kiss. His kisses were so sweet, so tender. I could have stayed there kissing him all day.

  "I want to feel you," he whispered in my ear. I wanted the same thing.

  He slowly finished taking off my clothes, taking care to put them in a neat pile at our feet. Then he took off his own clothes until he stood in front of me completely naked. His wide, firm chest and muscular build made him look like one of the superheroes that I’d been conjuring up in my mind. My gaze quickly moved to his erect penis that seemed to be pointing directly at me. He looked so powerful standing there, towering over me.

  "I've never done this before," I said softly.

  "You mean you've never fucked in a cave?" he asked, confused.

  "No," I said. "I've never had sex before."

  "Wow," he said, moving closer to me, taking me into his strong arms, hugging me tightly. "Don't worry. I will be gentle."

  He spread out some of the clothes on the cold stone ground and beckoned for me to lay on top of them. I laid down, covering my stomach with my hands. He leaned over me, brushed my hands away and began kissing all over my stomach.

  "Why are you trying to cover yourself? You are so beautiful."

  Each one of the kisses that he landed on me sent surges throughout my body. He took tender care of my body as he caressed and kissed me. He put his fingers in my mouth and my tongue explored their huge but soft manliness. I imagined how they would feel pulsating vigorously inside my quivering pussy. No sooner than that thought he took them out and placed his wet fingers between my legs, parting the lips that by now were soaking wet. The way that he stroked my clit felt amazing. I moaned and arched my back. He put two fing
ers into my pussy and began to slowly move them in and out. I let out a sharp gasp. I couldn't believe this was happening.

  He took out his fingers and put them back in my mouth. I tasted myself. My juices tasted sweet like nectar. I greedily licked his studly fingers clean.

  He pulled out a condom and unwrapped it, sliding it over his hard dick. He climbed on top of me and began to slowly feed his dick into my moist pussy. His dick felt huge as it pushed its way inside of my tight hole. I winced as I felt my pussy stretch wider and wider, fully encasing his throbbing member. It was a strange sensation of pain and pleasure, unlike any way I’d ever pleasured myself. I couldn’t deny that I reveled every second of it, pain included. Elijah's eyes rolled in the back of his head as he stroked my pussy slowly. He rolled me over so that I was on top of him. I froze for a moment, not quite sure what to do.

  "It's okay," he chided. "Just take it nice and slow."

  I began to pump my hips, going down as far as I could on his dick. I could feel him deep inside of me. It hurt if I tried to move too fast. But it was a pleasurable pain. He watched my face, brushing my hair out of my face with one hand and holding on to my waist with the other hand. My legs began to shake as I picked up speed, grinding on him faster. My knees scraped on the ground as I let him fill every inch of me. I could feel sweat dripping down my face and neck, landing in large drops on his face and chest. He acted like he didn't notice it or maybe he didn't care. He was too busy trying to contain himself while I did my best to give him all I had.

  After a few minutes, he pulled out and flipped me over. He positioned my knees and leaned my back down, sliding his dick gently into my eager wet pussy from behind. He grabbed my ass with both hands, rubbing and squeezing, pulling me back into him. I squeezed my eyes shut and held my hands out in front of me to keep myself from falling over. He started to speed up and my body tensed. He slowed down apologetically, kissing my back and running his athletic, strong hands through my hair.

  He felt amazing. The now raging fire and burning heat emitting from Elijah’s body, added to the intensity I was feeling. And the way that he handled me with such care, such passion, made me happy that I had waited to have this moment with him.

  Right before he came, he grabbed my hair and let out a slow but sharp groan. I could feel the entire appendage jumping around inside of me. The feel was overwhelming, and I climaxed, spilling my juices on the clothing we had placed on the stone. He held me there for a few minutes, begging me not to move until the sensation had died down. He finally removed his dick and laid down beside me, wrapping his strong arms around me. He nestled his face into my neck underneath my hair, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath.

  "I took it nice and slow this time," he said between breaths. "Next time, it will be rough.

  I pulled his arms around me tighter, turning my face to kiss him. I loved the fact that he was already talking about the next time. I know that I would certainly be looking forward to it.

  We laid there in the dark for hours, with the makeshift fire as the only light in the cave.

  My pussy ached dully as I laid there trying to recover from the new activity that I had just experienced. I had always imagined that sex would be good, but I didn't know exactly how good that it would be. And even though I knew that I would need some time to recover, I couldn't wait to do it again. It was at the moment that I became extremely happy that I had taken Whitney up on her offer to join them out in the mountains.

  Chapter 12

  Elijah

  Fucking her was everything that I could have imagined and then some. Her beautiful body with her supple skin was mesmerizing. From the moment that I entered her, I knew that this was going to be an experience like none other. The way that her pussy glided over my dick drove me wild. She felt so good that I had to fight hard to control myself. I wanted to ravish her. And I was thankful for the condom that I was wearing because it lessened the sensation. If I wasn't wearing it, I would probably have exploded the second that I entered her. As I fucked her, stroking her juicy pussy, listening to her moan as her lips smacked with delight as I opened her up. I could feel her trembling as she braced herself as I moved deeper inside of her. He put her hand on my stomach to try pushing me back, which made me only push deeper inside of her. I wanted to fill every crevice of her pussy so that she remembered the way that it fit around my dick… perfectly like a glove.

  "You have an absolutely incredible body. You turn me on so much," I admitted breathlessly. She was curvy in all the right places. I loved her thick frame. I had never really been impressed by the skinny, supermodel types. But women like Michelle, with an hour glass figure were women of substance. I stroked her soft pussy gently, willing her to cum rivers all over my throbbing manhood.

  "You're so big," she said from her throat. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked so stimulated, like she is savoring every minute of it just like I was. I pulled my dick out a few times so that I could calm the feeling down that was beginning to mount, threatening to bring an end to this wonderful experience that I never wanted to end. I fucked her until I just couldn't take it any longer. I came so hard that I had to hold still for quite some time afterward while I waited for the shock of the orgasm to die down.

  I felt so lucky to have met Michelle and been able to have this experience. Not only was she incredibly sexy, smart, and kind, but she also had a pussy that could become addictive. If I could, I would fuck her all day every day. As I lay there, my mind went to thoughts of the many positions that I wanted to put her in and all the places that I wanted to do it. We could check off "fuck in a cave" from that list. I wanted to fuck her up against a tree in the woods. I wanted to go up on top of one of the mountains and fuck. My mind pinged all over the place as I thought of all of the places that I wanted to fuck her. But more importantly, I just wanted to keep my eyes glued to her voluptuous body and gorgeous face while I feel her tight, slippery pussy wrapped up around my big dick.

  And the fact that she has been a virgin was a huge turn on. We could spend time exploring and learning each other without trying to compare it to another experience. Or at least that's what I wanted to think. Michelle seemed to enjoy herself, too. Her writhing around under me passionately is what ultimately excited me to the point of cumming as hard as I did.

  "Welp, now I've worked up a good appetite," said Michelle after a while, breaking the silence. Her voice bounced off of the cave walls sounding like beautiful music.

  I laughed at the comical way that she made that statement. But the gurgling of my stomach told me that she was right. I figured that we might get hungry along the way, so I made sure to pack plenty of food. I hadn't anticipated that we were going to work up an appetite the way that we did, but I was glad that I came prepared, in more ways than one.

  I stood up and helped Michelle get fully dressed before putting on my own clothes. I grabbed the green duffel bag that I had left in the corner and started taking out its contents. I had pulled some ham out of the freezer that I had cured from a hunting trip to Tennessee. It was an unseasonably warm October and I had been traveling all over the country, looking for a good place to make a home. Instead, I spent a few days hunting and found some of the finest pigs that turned out to be some of the best meat that I had ever prepared. I also brought mashed potatoes since potatoes seemed to go well with everything. I handed Michelle a tin plate with a sandwich on it and a heaping scoop of mashed potatoes. Michelle eyed the plate reluctantly.

  "There's really no way to heat up the potatoes, unfortunately," I explained. "But, it's food."

  "I appreciate it," she said. "As hungry as I am right now, I could eat a dirt sandwich and it would probably taste like a gourmet meal. But, this is a mountain man meal, for sure."

  She took a bite from the sandwich like she was evaluating it. While shrugging, she began eating the rest of the sandwich. She left the mashed potatoes untouched.

  "I suppose a woman who likes to bake cakes would make something better,"
I said.

  "I wouldn't mind whipping up something. As a matter of fact, I'll make a deal with you. If you decide to have me back to your lovely cave abode sometime in the future, I'll be sure to bring a proper meal for a couple, complete with a red and white checkered picnic blanket."

  "Deal," I said. "Only you have to promise me something."

  "Oh yeah? What's that?" she asked.

  "I'm game for a good picnic as long as we can fuck on the picnic table when we finish eating."

  She turned bright red and laughed nervously.

  "Okay. Deal," she said.

  I was getting turned on all over again imagining me pounding her pussy until she screamed on top of a picnic blanket.

  When we finished eating, I noticed Michelle trying to stifle a yawn.

  "You're getting tired and it'll be getting dark soon. We will either need to head back now or stay the night. So, what will it be?"

  "Ummm...Wow...I hadn't expected you to ask that..." said Michelle, her voice trailing off.

  "Well?" I asked, anxious for her reply. I would love to spend the night with her, but I didn't want her to feel pressured.

  "Did Whitney and Harlow put you up to this?" asked Michelle.

  "Huh?" I said, thoroughly confused.

  "It's just that last night they told me that if I decided to stay gone for the night that it would be okay. I told them that I didn't think that that would happen. And now, here you are asking me if I want to spend the night with you."

  "Well let me assure you," I said. "I have not talked to Whitney or Harlow since we were together yesterday. And before that, I haven't talked to them since we were in the SEALS together. In fact, yesterday was my first time I ever met his wife. And besides all of that, I asked you to spend the night with me because that's what I want to do. I could care less about any of them."

  She smiled, brushing her hair away from her face.

  "Okay," she said easily.

  "So, what do you want to do?"