Uncivilized
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All three men pump their h*ps furiously into her different holes, and she moans with utter abandon. The sight before me is beyond thrilling and my cock… peter… shaft, whatever, gets harder than I think it has ever been before in my life.
My hand starts moving again as wetness leaks from the tip, and my pulse skyrockets. I match pace with the furious tunneling the men are doing on the woman’s body, and I race toward my orgasm… climax… I’m getting ready to come.
I erupt hotly, my se**n jetting across the table and thankfully missing Moira’s laptop. I shout out a curse… another new word I learned today, “Fuck!” as I continue to pump my dick… sword… one-eyed monster.
After a few minutes, my breathing evens out, and I get up on shaky legs from the table. I grab some paper towels and clean the mess off the kitchen table, staring at the laptop for a few moments.
That was beyond insane. It was and still is almost beyond my comprehension. Everything that I thought I knew about sex seems so inadequate now, and I have more questions for Moira than ever before.
More importantly, due to the things I learned today, I now have an idea on how to get Moira on bended knee before me, because that is how I truly want her. How I must have her.
At least for the first time.
It’s almost two o’clock in the afternoon when I hear Moira’s car pull into the driveway. She told me before she left that we would go out to dinner tonight, then we were going to meet some friends of hers at a nightclub, as she wanted to put me in a social setting to show me how friends interact with each other. I think this was due to her constant peppering me about my tribe mates back in the Caraica village, and how we spent our social time together. I basically told her I spent time every day hunting and fishing, and then telling stories around the fire at night. It was pretty simple, yet there was a strong bond there with my people.
I think she wants to show to me the way “friends” bond here in America, so I can appreciate the potential to have friends of my own in this new world. It’s a wasted lesson on me because having friends implies I’m staying.
And I’m not.
When Moira opens the front door, she steps in and sees me sitting on the couch. I had put my clothes back on after my “experience” at her kitchen table earlier and prepared myself to confront her with the things I learned today.
She smiles at me in greeting, and then her eyes stray down to the pink vibrator—another term I learned today—that I’m holding in my hand. I flick the button, and it buzzes loudly.
“What are you doing with that?” she asks angrily as her face flushes red.
I flick the button back off and shrug my shoulders. “I found it in your drawer today.”
She drops her purse to the floor and walks over to me, snatching the vibrator out of my hand. “You had no right to go through my belongings.”
I shrug my shoulders again in disinterest over her anger. “You never said your room was off-limits. You said to treat this house as if it were my own.”
Moira sputters for a moment, and then snaps, “Well, don’t do it again. My room is now off-limits.”
“Fine,” I assure her, because I saw everything in there I wanted to see anyway.
Moira stomps off to her room. I can hear her throwing the vibrator back in the drawer and slamming it shut. When she comes back out, her face is no longer red and she seems a bit more composed. She walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of iced tea that she always keeps full. I get up from the couch and follow her in there.
After she pours herself a glass, she turns to me. “So what did you do today?”
“You mean after I found your sex toy?”
“Yes,” she growls. “After you found my sex toy.”
“Well, let’s see… I masturbated in your kitchen and cl**axed all over your table.”
“You what?” she asks with her mouth hanging open.
I nod my head. “That happened after I found out what p**n ography was on the Internet and watched a woman take it up her pu**y and her ass while she sucked another guy’s c**k down her throat.”
I’m impressed with myself how easy this new terminology just pours out of my mouth, and I’m delighted to see Moira flush redder than I’ve ever seen her before.
She moves over to one of the kitchen chairs and slumps down into it. “Oh, my God,” she mutters. “You did not watch p**n on the Internet, did you?”
“It was very enlightening, and far more interesting than the stuff you’ve been teaching me so far. I’ve practically got an entire new vocabulary just from a few hours of searching.”
Moira’s head drops into the palm of her hand. She shakes her head back and forth. “Randall is going to kill me.”
“Tell me, Moira… does it feel good for a woman to have anal sex? It looks like it feels f**king amazing from a man’s perspective, and oh, by the way… that’s another new word I learned today. Fuck. I like it. So many uses for just one, little word.”
I think I may have broken her with the shock value of the things I’m saying because she just shakes her head slowly and mutters, “I don’t know. I’ve never done it.”
Moira stands from the table, and her legs look a bit shaky. Her eyes rise up, and I smirk inside as she tries to steel her gaze against mine. She firms her voice up and says, “Zach… these questions about sex have to end. I can’t discuss these things with you again. This is stopping right now.”
My hand starts moving again as wetness leaks from the tip, and my pulse skyrockets. I match pace with the furious tunneling the men are doing on the woman’s body, and I race toward my orgasm… climax… I’m getting ready to come.
I erupt hotly, my se**n jetting across the table and thankfully missing Moira’s laptop. I shout out a curse… another new word I learned today, “Fuck!” as I continue to pump my dick… sword… one-eyed monster.
After a few minutes, my breathing evens out, and I get up on shaky legs from the table. I grab some paper towels and clean the mess off the kitchen table, staring at the laptop for a few moments.
That was beyond insane. It was and still is almost beyond my comprehension. Everything that I thought I knew about sex seems so inadequate now, and I have more questions for Moira than ever before.
More importantly, due to the things I learned today, I now have an idea on how to get Moira on bended knee before me, because that is how I truly want her. How I must have her.
At least for the first time.
It’s almost two o’clock in the afternoon when I hear Moira’s car pull into the driveway. She told me before she left that we would go out to dinner tonight, then we were going to meet some friends of hers at a nightclub, as she wanted to put me in a social setting to show me how friends interact with each other. I think this was due to her constant peppering me about my tribe mates back in the Caraica village, and how we spent our social time together. I basically told her I spent time every day hunting and fishing, and then telling stories around the fire at night. It was pretty simple, yet there was a strong bond there with my people.
I think she wants to show to me the way “friends” bond here in America, so I can appreciate the potential to have friends of my own in this new world. It’s a wasted lesson on me because having friends implies I’m staying.
And I’m not.
When Moira opens the front door, she steps in and sees me sitting on the couch. I had put my clothes back on after my “experience” at her kitchen table earlier and prepared myself to confront her with the things I learned today.
She smiles at me in greeting, and then her eyes stray down to the pink vibrator—another term I learned today—that I’m holding in my hand. I flick the button, and it buzzes loudly.
“What are you doing with that?” she asks angrily as her face flushes red.
I flick the button back off and shrug my shoulders. “I found it in your drawer today.”
She drops her purse to the floor and walks over to me, snatching the vibrator out of my hand. “You had no right to go through my belongings.”
I shrug my shoulders again in disinterest over her anger. “You never said your room was off-limits. You said to treat this house as if it were my own.”
Moira sputters for a moment, and then snaps, “Well, don’t do it again. My room is now off-limits.”
“Fine,” I assure her, because I saw everything in there I wanted to see anyway.
Moira stomps off to her room. I can hear her throwing the vibrator back in the drawer and slamming it shut. When she comes back out, her face is no longer red and she seems a bit more composed. She walks into the kitchen and opens the refrigerator, pulling out a pitcher of iced tea that she always keeps full. I get up from the couch and follow her in there.
After she pours herself a glass, she turns to me. “So what did you do today?”
“You mean after I found your sex toy?”
“Yes,” she growls. “After you found my sex toy.”
“Well, let’s see… I masturbated in your kitchen and cl**axed all over your table.”
“You what?” she asks with her mouth hanging open.
I nod my head. “That happened after I found out what p**n ography was on the Internet and watched a woman take it up her pu**y and her ass while she sucked another guy’s c**k down her throat.”
I’m impressed with myself how easy this new terminology just pours out of my mouth, and I’m delighted to see Moira flush redder than I’ve ever seen her before.
She moves over to one of the kitchen chairs and slumps down into it. “Oh, my God,” she mutters. “You did not watch p**n on the Internet, did you?”
“It was very enlightening, and far more interesting than the stuff you’ve been teaching me so far. I’ve practically got an entire new vocabulary just from a few hours of searching.”
Moira’s head drops into the palm of her hand. She shakes her head back and forth. “Randall is going to kill me.”
“Tell me, Moira… does it feel good for a woman to have anal sex? It looks like it feels f**king amazing from a man’s perspective, and oh, by the way… that’s another new word I learned today. Fuck. I like it. So many uses for just one, little word.”
I think I may have broken her with the shock value of the things I’m saying because she just shakes her head slowly and mutters, “I don’t know. I’ve never done it.”
Moira stands from the table, and her legs look a bit shaky. Her eyes rise up, and I smirk inside as she tries to steel her gaze against mine. She firms her voice up and says, “Zach… these questions about sex have to end. I can’t discuss these things with you again. This is stopping right now.”
