Pervikar

by John Evans

  Per’s finger was now sliding all the way in and out of Morning Mist’s pussy and she was breathing heavily. Golden Sunlight nodded to her and Morning Mist threw a leg over his Per's hips. Still holding onto Per’s cock, Golden Sunlight positioned it so that the tip touched the entrance to Morning Mist’s cunt.

  “Oh! It’s so big!” gasped Morning Mist as she rocked back onto Per’s hard cock, driving an inch or so into her wet and waitingpussy. She continued to rock back and forth, forcing a little more up her cunt each time. Eventually Per felt Morning Mist get about half of his cock inside her incredibly tight vagina. Morning Mist was biting her lower lip as she fucked herself on his huge prick. The pressure on his cock was immense and Per felt the tension building fast in his balls. He knew he had to get his mind on something else or he would blow very quickly.

  Per reached down and pulled Golden Sunlight up. She was startled as Per lifted her up completely off the ground and set her down right on his face. Golden Sunlight moaned as Per’s tongue flicked out and licked right over her clitoris. Her musky scent filled his nostrils and Golden Sunlight groaned with her fingers entwined in his hair as his tongue delved deep within her hot, wet pussy.

  Both women were now breathing heavily and moaning. Per's cock felt like it was being squeezed in a soft, wet, hot vice. He was shaking in an effort not to cum too soon. All of a sudden, Morning Mist shoved herself down on Per’s cock She grimaced as half of his cock hit bottom, but then gasped as her orgasm flooded throughout her body. Her pussy clamped even tighter on Per’s cock, which was enough to send him over the edge. With a gargled cry, Per felt his cock explode and squirt gobs of hot, sticky cum into Morning Mist’s pulsating pussy.

  Barely able to catch her breath, Morning Mist held on until she felt Per stop spurting. She then rolled heavily off to the side to collapse. Per’s cock, slick with their mingled juices, slurped nosily out of her and slapped wetly against his stomach. Per pushed Golden Sunlight over onto her back as he felt the fire of desire begin to burn again in his balls.

  “Wait, I... Oh!” gasped Golden Sunlight as four inches of Per’s rock-hard prick penetrated her wet cunt. “I... Oh, yes!”

  Despite his need to climax again, Per was keeping almost all his weight off the girl. He gritted his teeth in concentration, fighting to only fuck her with half his cock against the almost overwhelming urge to bury it all the way in.

  “More!” panted Golden Sunlight as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. “More!”

  Per snorted and let go of his restraint. He shoved ten inches into her pussy before hitting the top of her cervix. Golden Sunlight quivered at the hard meat stuffed her pussy. She then pulled herself up against his body so that she was off the ground. Per was still fucking her, but now Golden Sunlight was swaying underneath him.

  Per pulled up so that he was on his hands and knees, lifting Golden Sunlight up with him. The fire in his balls had spread to his whole body and the urge was now overpowering. He rocked back and forth causing Golden Sunlight to sway under him. She was like a swing and her ass banged against his legs each time he thrust, driving his cock with incredible force into her sopping wet cunt. Golden Sunlight’s eyes rolled back in her head and her eyelids fluttered with each nine inch thrust.

  Per was dimly aware that Golden Sunlight had orgasmed twice and that her grip was weakening. He felt the tension build in his balls and, breathing hard through his nostrils, increased the pace.

  “Yes, Per!” gasped Golden Sunlight. “Yes! Hurry! Squirt your seed into me! Hurry! Faster!"

  His whole body went tense as his climax enveloped him. Golden Sunlight, sensing his peak, gripped him tightly and held on. Per quivered and shook as a great pressure seemed to squeeze him from all sides. Finally, with a snap, his climax burst and his cock spewed forth torrents of jism into Golden Sunlight’s waiting womb. She gasped as she felt Per’s cock blast its load into her again and again. She felt her pussy fill and then overflow, as his cum dribbled down her ass and onto the bedroll. It seemed to last forever, but soon Per’s spurts died off and the lust left him.

  The fire was gone and Per was exhausted. Morning Mist and Golden Sunlight kissed him on the cheek and rolled over into their own beds to sleep.

  Per awoke the next morning to find himself alone. The girls’ bedrolls were still there, but Morning Mist and Golden Sunlight were gone. Per heaved himself up and went outside to wash up. As he stepped outside, he spied Alana sitting on a boulder.

  “Well, how was your night?” he asked walking over to her.

  “Tiring,” replied Alana.

  Per smiled at her knowingly. “Oh, no, no, no! Not what you’re thinking," she said. "I got that young buck to my tent, but wouldn’t let him sleep with me. I started talking dirty and then masturbated in front of him. Gods, I must have orgasmed five times. I kept refusing him by reminding him that I was only a little girl in his eyes. By the way he was all hunched over, he must have had the worst set of blueballs I’ve ever seen. I kept telling him all the nice, nasty, lewd things I’d do to him if I wasn’t such a little girl.”

  “You’re cruel, Alana,” said Per with a laugh. “At least you got rid of him.”

  “Wrong again!” corrected Alana. “He has to come back tonight or I told him that I’d tell everyone what really happened in the tent.”

  “Alana, be careful,” warned Per. “You said yourself that we should take it slow.”

  Alana patted Per on the forearm. “When did I ever take my own advice?” With that said, she turned and walked away.

  As Per finished washing up, a young man from the tribe came to tell him Nanago would like to see him. He quickly put his gear away and hurried over to where Nanago and an elderly woman were sitting on the ground playing a game using colored stones. Per sat down and tried hard not to move. The game seemed to last forever.

  “Good move, Joran,” Nanago said at last. “I thought I had you there for awhile.”

  “You did,” said Joran in a clear distinct voice. “You overextended yourself... again.”

  “Wait until next time.”

  Joran snorted indicating her thoughts on Nanago’s chances of winning next time. “Shall we show him the gift?” she asked, jerking a thumb at Per.

  “Why not?” said Nanago. “He’s been patient enough. With some training, he might even learn to sit still for longer than five minutes.”

  “With a whole lot of training,” added Joran with a smile towards Per.

  “I apologize,” said Per. “It’s not my nature.”

  “Per, when are you and that rascal Pawl coming before the council?” asked Nanago as he stood up.

  “Just before noon,” replied Per, who stood up quickly and held out a hand to assist Joran.

  “At least his manners are not lacking,” she said with a meaningful glance at Nanago. “Nixta is going to be upset if she’s kept too long from lunch.”

  “Good,” said Nanago dryly. “Then it will be a short council.”

  “Nanago, why do the elders have different names than the younger people? I mean, Nanago, Joran, Nixta while the younger people are Morning Mist, or Soft Dove.”

  “It has to do with being an elder,” said Nanago. “A child born to the tribe is named after the vision the mother sees at birth. Sometimes the vision is outward and sometimes it is inward. The elders give up their childhood name to rule and govern the tribe. I’m afraid I can’t explain it better than that.

  "Now, Per, when you come before the council, think like a rock. Unseeing. Unhearing. Unmoving. When you see me pick up a fan of feathers, that will be the time for you to sit down with Pawl facing my tent.”

  “Nanago!” admonished Joran. “You go too far!”

  “Per does not know us and we owe him for saving Morning Mist and Golden Sunlight. Besides the timing will irritate Nixta.”

  “You’ll owe me,” said Joran slyly. “I would be honored if you slept at my tent tonight.”

  Nanago’s mouth dropped op
en and Per took another glance at Joran. Her long hair, which Per had first thought to be gray, was actually silver. Her body was still limber and her face still contained beauty she must have had when younger. He quickly reappraised the crone status he had allocated her as Nanago finally found his voice.

  “Honored,” he said, both delighted and awed. “Come, Per. We have a gift for you and each of your friends.”

  Nanago led them outside the tent. Across the circular open area, Per spied the largest horse he had ever seen. It had to be eighteen and a half hands high with a blackish-brown coat. It’s mane and tail hung down in long wavy ripples.

  “He’s yours,” said Nanago. “We have given each of you a mount for saving the two women.”

  “He’s magnificent,” said Per. “I’m surprised you can give him up.”

  “He’s actually too big and cumbersome for us,” admitted Nanago. “I have a feeling, though, that with you on his back, the pair of you will be unstoppable. You’ll look formidable enough to stop most arguments before they even start.”

  “And how might that be?” asked Per. “Mostly everyone I know will take that as a challenge.”

  “All too true,” said Joran, “but it should keep the cowards away.” She looked up to the sun. “You’d better go get Pawl.”

  Per nodded to both of them and ran back to Karlto’s tent, where Pawl was brushing out one of his tunics. Per gathered him up and they both headed back to the elders' circle, stopping fifty feet away from Nanago’s tent.

  Per looked over at Pawl when he heard him inhale sharply. “That’s Soft Dove,” said Pawl, with a shiver.

  Looking past the group of elders standing outside Nanago’s tent, Per could see a stunning Burgassi woman with thick black hair moving a deerskin-stretching frame around to the side of the tent. She had dark smoldering eyes and smiled seductively at Per and Pawl while moving another frame. Soft Dove was wearing a very short skirt and a halter-top so tight that it threatened to pop the one button holding it together in the front.

  “Don’t look at her,” warned Per. “We’ve... Oh, shit. C’mon.” Nanago had picked up the fan of feathers while Per had been talking. One wrinkled old woman shot Per a look of anger and looked at Nanago. Nanago shrugged his shoulders at her.

  Per pulled Pawl over to their positions and sat down. Pawl blew out his breath deeply and then also sat down.Blankets were brought out for the elders who sat down on them facing Per and Pawl. Per hoped that they would not have to wait long. His eyes then widened as he heard Pawl swallow noisily next to him. Right behind Nanago, Soft Dove had made an enclosure between the tent and the stretching frames. She was smiling wickedly at them, and Per suddenly realized that no one could see her unless they were in line with him and Nanago.

  Soft Dove continued to smile at them as she began rubbing her hands up and down her body. She blew kisses at them as she squeezed her breasts over top of her halter and rubbed them around in circles. Soft Dove reached over and unbuttoned the single button holding her top together. She did not let the top go, though. She looked questioningly at Per, shaking her alternatively up and down, then side to side. Soft Dove started to gyrate in a sensual dance, still holding on to the edges of her halter-top. Per’s forehead broke out in a sweat and his cock began to grow in a very uncomfortable position. Soft Dove turned her back to them, looked over her shoulder, and pulled off her top.

  Per swallowed hard and strove to remain still. Nanago and a couple of the elders were now looking at Per and Pawl with their brows furrowed in irritation. Soft Dove continued with her tease. She bent at her hips and turned from side to side, letting her breasts swing out for Per and Pawl to see. She then spun around covering her tits with her hands. Soft Dove quivered her hand, making the supple flesh jiggle underneath.

  Per’s cock felt like it was bent in half. He knew that he would have to move soon because the pain was excruciating. Soft Dove had her back to them again and lifted her skirt up, displaying her well-rounded ass. All the elders were now staring at the fidgeting Per and Pawl with hostility.

  Soft Dove turned to face the two men again, her breasts now swinging free. She placed her hands on her thighs and slowly pulled them apart. She smiled wickedly as her hands slowly slid up her legs to her cunt. Then she closed her eyes as she lifted her skirt with one hand and sank a finger into her pussy with the other.

  Nanago’s eyes were flickering back and forth between Per and Pawl. His brow smoothed out as he realized that they were not looking at him, but past him. He quickly jumped up and spun around just in time to see Soft Dove shove her finger into her cunt. A collective gasp went up from the elders and nearby guards. Per fell over in a gasp of relief as he released to cramp in his cock.

  “Nanago, what are you doing?” demanded Joran, angrily.

  “You shame us all,” cackled Nixta, simultaneously.

  “Quiet!” ordered Nanago in a surprisingly strong voice. He pointed at Soft Dove. “Seize her!”

  The guards looked around baffled, unable to see Soft Dove, who now stood frozen under Nanago’s stare. One female guard walked over to Nanago and then gasped as she saw where he was pointing. All the guards closed in on the frames and, after a short tussle, pulled Soft Dove out in front of the elders.

  “Why?” demanded Nanago of her. “Why? Why did you do this? You’ve shamed us all.”

  “Shame?” replied Soft Dove, viciously. “The only shame is treating these... people as Burgassi. They should be humbling themselves before us. We are the superior ones! This was only to prove their unworthiness. No Burgassi would have failed!”

  Nanago sighed deeply. “I suspect no Burgassi was ever put to your test. How many other strangers has there been?” Soft Dove remained silent. “How many?”

  “Hundreds!” she hissed between clenched teeth.

  Nanago’s shoulders slumped. “Nixta, she is of your line,” he said turning to the old woman.

  Nixta stood up and stared around the circle. Per looked around as well and was amazed to see hundreds of nomads standing there. He hadn't heard them approach, although he now noticed the unnatural silence in the camp. Nixta looked back and forth over the crowd, looking at specific individuals before moving on. She finally sat down after a couple of minutes.

  “I see no one here of my line,” she said with what seemed to Per to be a dreadful finality.

  “Noooo... umph!” screamed Soft Dove, only to have her scream cut short by a spear butt to the back of her head.

  The guards dragged a groggy Soft Dove over to several four-foot high stakes driven into the ground and lashed each of her limbs to a post. When they had finished the job, Soft Dove completely immobilized on her hands and knees. The female guard tied a gag around her mouth. As soon as they were finished, the guards went back to their positions behind the elders and the rest of the crowd dispersed.

  "What did you wish to discuss, Per?” Nanago asked him as he sat back down.

  “Um, ah, my child, Pawl, wishes to speak to the elders if you will permit it,” said Per, stumbling over the words as he was caught off guard.

  Nanago looked to the other elders who nodded affirmatively. Nanago then nodded to Pawl.

  “I wish to apologize to the Burgassi. My actions were unworthy and reprehensible. As a child, I would blame everyone, but myself and would not learn. As an adult, I can be responsible for my actions and learn from my mistakes. I am asking you to let me be an adult.”

  “I think we have learned that your actions may not be entirely your fault,” stated Joran. “Leave us. We will let you know after the meal.”

  Per and Pawl returned in silence to their tents. The others were there, preparing their new horses with bridles, saddles and saddlebags.

  “How did it go?” asked Octavia.

  “We’ll know in a little bit about Pawl’s adulthood,” answered Per. “We almost failed due to the scheming bitch who got him in trouble in the first place.”

  “I say, what happened?” asked Karlto.

 
; Per told them everything that had gone on with the elders. He then told them how the horses and tack were gifts from the Burgassi.

  “Although, it seems that they have added an extra horse,” concluded Per.

  “Maybe they’re telling me that I’ve worn out my welcome,” said Pawl with a smile.

  “Could be,” commented Per, “but I’m still going to need some lessons in riding.”

  It was two hours later when Nanago walked over to their cluster of tents. “Hail, Pawl,” Nanago intoned. “You are an adult.” He then broke out in a smile. “How does it feel to be grown up?”

  “Better than when I was a child tied to that post,” replied Pawl. “Thank you.”

  “You only get this one chance,” warned Nanago. “Per, you’ve lost a son.”

  “But gained a friend,” added Per. “Nanago, I don’t know how to ride.”

  “Do not worry. We will teach you.”

  “Nanago, what will happen to Soft Dove?” asked Octavia.

  “She is without lineage here,” he replied sadly. “If she survives the night, she will be banished in the morning.”

  “But... but none of us have lineage here,” said Alana.

  “Not true. You are of my mother’s line,” Nanago told them. “She is very old and her mind wanders constantly, but I speak for her and have accepted you as part of her line.”

  “And Soft Dove?” asked Per.

  “She is no one. No one will protect her and many that hate her will have their revenge on her. She was manipulative and that has earned her a large number of enemies. Nixta protected her before. Tonight, they can strike with impunity.”

  “And you condone this?” asked Octavia.

  “She tried to influence the elders against Per and Pawl by twisting our traditions to further her own ends. To protect her would indicate that I agree with her actions and reasoning. I don’t. Not even Nixta, who is her grandmother, will protect her.”