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07-15-2008, 04:46 PM
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| They sat for awhile longer then Grog, pulled Sally up and they started for their cave.
Grog checked around before they entered, as he had to run a giant sloth out a few days earlier. The sloth was none to happy to leave the cave and was in the middle of a meal of a small glyptodonts (armadillo) and really didn't want to share.
The cave was empty so Grog had Sally start a fire. He unhooked the legs of the lizard that he had draped around his neck, tossed it at Sally and said, "Clean and cook this." She said, I will, but first I want you to stick your big thingy in me."
Grog thought, "I don't know what it is about this woman, she loves to fuck, is a good cook, doesn't nag me like my old woman, yet sometimes she irritates the shit outta me."
He went over to where Sally was bent over, reached around and under and fondled her large, firm breasts then stuck his now hard penis into her hot, throbbing pussy.
Sally gave a cry of delight and started thrusting back as fast as she could with her ass. Sally had never experienced anything like this with the men from the blond tribe and couldn't get enough of the feelings that washed over her. She had so many of these strong feelings, that when Grog gave a series of massive shoves and a loud grunt her legs gave out and she fell to the cave floor in a ball.
Grog said, "Now, fix my food."
Sally said in a playful voice, "Can we do that again after we eat?" and giggled.
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| Grog was up early as was his usual routine, he looked at Sally still sleeping on the soft furs, added some wood to the fire and left the cave.
He walked to the edge of the cliff and looked out over the conifer forest. The mist obscured all but the highest trees and he saw several Brachiosaurus, their long necks sticking up through the mist, feeding in the very top of the trees. He knew that he should go hunting, but the morning still had a chill and he returned to the cave.
When he threw back the skins covering the entrance, Sally rolled over and gave him a bright smile and said, "Good morning Grog, I would kill for a Starbucks." Grog laughed and said, "Yes, you are always talking about this Starbucks thing, but since I don't know what that is, how about I warm you some lizard meat?" Sally said, "I am tired of lizard meat, I want to go back to my Blond Tribe, where I can get some real food and have my coffee in the morning."
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07-15-2008, 04:49 PM
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| It had been been a long and dangerous walk to the spot that Grog had first found Sally Blond hiding in the ferns. They had tried to find shelter from a sudden storm, in a cave, only to find it occupied by a Cave Bear.
Grog suffered a gash to his shoulder protecting Sally as they had to run and climb a tree. They spent a miserable night in the tree, soaking wet and shivering. Several times Grog thought about throwing Sally to the Bear so she would shut up her bitching. When the sun came up, the Bear was gone so they continued on to find the Blond Tribe.
After many miles of doubling back and crisscrossing their trail, Sally said, "I remember this, it's the path that leads to my Blond Tribe."
They followed the path for a long ways with Sally skipping ahead and saying, "Ooh, yes I remember this tree." And, "I sat on this rock, we are almost there."
They came to an assembly of huts along a well maintained road. The huts were surrounded by white picket sticks and some were vine covered.
Sally stopped suddenly and ran into one of the huts, dragging out an old man. Sally said, "Grog, this is my Father, George Blond. He makes the white picket sticks that everyone wanted to have around their hut."
George Blond was so old that his blond hair had turned as white as his picket sticks. He was very intimidated by Grog's size and timidly offered his hand. Grog looked at the hand and thought, this old man looks like a pink grub, but took the hand and squeezed hard. George, winced in pain and hurriedly pulled his hand from Grog's massive fist. George gave his daughter a hug and said, "Where have you been Sally? We thought surly that you had been eaten. Your boy friend Biff has been frantic."
Sally begin to tell her Father all about her and Grog's meeting and adventure.
To be continued.
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