Gentle Brute [MF][PostApocalypse][ReturnToEarth]

Jasmin was extremely excited. There she was, strapped to her seat, to her left and right about twenty other girls. Just now, a deep female voice announced their soon arrival at Earth. Before they would enter Earth’s atmosphere, they were to prepare. The unbuckled and started undressing. This was a necessary precaution because the Earthlings didn’t like clothing more advanced than pelt or leather. Almost all of them were at least some level of lesbian, so they all eyed one another. Some girls couldn’t resist touching their breasts, and others were chatting excitedly. Jasmin stripped quietly. All of the stories her mother told her over the years came her to mind. Thousands of years ago, manmade, as well as natural catastrophes, brought humanity to the brink of extinction. Optimistic they could restore this hostile to life Earth, the ancient humans evacuated all females. At the same time, the men stayed behind to rebuild. They survived, but their effort ultimately proved futile. They became nothing more than cavemen, even after nature recovered. Jasmin removed her bra. Her young breasts had the perfect shape, and some of the more same-sex interested girls wolf-whistled greedily eyeing her.

She just turned 23, the same age her mother was when she returned to Earth to secure the survival of the human race. For some girls, it was the second trip, these were the ones trying hardest to show everyone how mature they are. Now the only thing left on Jasmin’s tender body was a choker-like GPS-transmitter around her neck. A warning sounded. The girls buckled up, and a rocking ride later, they landed amid a forest. Jasmin could see it from a small window. She heard stories about forests. It was probably the most beautiful sight she ever witnessed. The loading hatch opened, and the pilot wished them good luck, “See you in a year or so.”

There they were. Twenty or so naked, young girls stepping out of the spacecraft, the hot summer sun warming their skins. As the shuttle lifted off, it hit them. For the next months, they could not rely on their technology or help from the mothership waiting in orbit. With the girls having precisely zero survival skills, the captain made sure to land in the vicinity of a tribe. They were sure to supply them with food and safety, not having lost their animal-like instinct to care for females. Indeed, lured by the noise, not long after, the group was surrounded. Big, long-bearded men in leather outfits and equipped with stone spears eyed them from the shrubbery. Jasmin was scared like the others, even the experienced girls showed unease. She hoped to have at least a couple hours to take in the fresh air, the soft ground on her feet, the smell of the forest, before they would meet their breeders, for lack of a better word.

The men slowly advanced, intermixing with the girls. They unashamedly touched their cheeks, breasts, butts, and hair. Obviously, some girls would get more attention than others. The tallest male soon stood before Jasmin. He had muscles for days and a lot of bone jewelry around his neck and in his hair. Was he their leader? He traced her lips with the tip of his tanned, hard-skinned index finger. There was roughly the same number of men as girls, but suddenly Jasmin was surrounded by four of them! Her heart picked up the pace. The one behind her spread her butt-cheek to gain a better look. Out of reflex, Jasmin slapped his hand away. The supposed leader did not take this with indifference. He pushed the others away. A fight broke out, not just around Jasmin, but around other girls as well. They were told this would happen, but also that these fights would pose no threat to them. These brutes were predictable as animals. The brawl around Jasmin was the most brutal, but leader-man asserted himself. He uttered his first words. They were incomprehensible as the Earthling’s speech diverted long ago from the one Jasmin’s people use. The words seemed to be some sort of command because each female was soon picked up by a man. Their strength astonished the younger girls. The group headed for the woods, while Jasmin lay on the leader guy’s shoulder. “I will call you Erik,” she whispered, more to herself than someone in particular. It sounded manly. She could smell his sweat, and her hands felt his rough skin. To her own surprise, she liked it.

What her body didn’t like was being carried for about half an hour. But they had finally arrived at a village or rather camp. Leather tents surrounded the entrance to a cave below a tall cliff. Every girl was brought to another shelter, but Jasmin was taken to the cave instead. It must have been Erik’s residence. After entering, he laid her down on a pelt bed. Her skin never touched anything like it, and she rubbed her feet and hands against it. Erik left, only to come back a few minutes later with a wooden bowl in hand. He handed it to Jasmin. It’s content looked like broth. His expectant stare encouraged her to direct the bowl to her lips and take a sip. The food was unlike the food on their space habitats, absolutely not tailored to the human sense of taste, but tolerable.

Erik had sat down beside her, watching her eat and occasionally grabbing a strand of her long, dark hair. After emptying her bowl, Erik jumped up, snatching it from her and leaving the cave once again. Jasmin, kneeling on the bed, didn’t know what to think of it. When Erik returned, he had his spear and a hide coat. He put the jacket around Jasmin’s shoulder and muffled some words while pointing at his weapon. He hurried outside. Jasmin waited a bit and left the cave herself holding her new apparel with both hands. The hide was barely large enough to cover her chest and crotch. She met some of the other girls assembled in the center of the camp. “You look like you didn’t have your go yet,” one of them called towards her. “What do you mean?” Jasmin responded. “Well, you can still walk. The ones not here are too weak to stand up. The men couldn’t wait to have some fun with them.” “What sort of fun is that supposed to be? That’s awful!” Jasmin said. The other girl smirked. “We could hear them. There was the one or the other painful scream, but definitely, not all of them were.”

Jasmin looked around. She was the only one with more than a loincloth. There were all kinds of expressions on the women’s faces. Some looked like they regretted coming here, others looked nervous, fearful, or simply seemed to enjoy themselves laughing and chatting. The day turned to dusk before the men returned. Some carried dead deer or smaller animals. When he saw her, Erik came directly towards Jasmin. He pulled a sled with a sizable stag on it. Erik didn’t even try using his mouth. He only looked her into the eyes. Jasmin knew what he was waiting for and gave him the broadest smile she could muster. Erik was stoked.

The tribesmen took care of their catch, while Jasmin headed to the cave. It was now dark outside, and the cave was just dimly lit by some torches at the entrance. She snuggled in between the layers of her bed. It was hard but otherwise felt comfortable. She didn’t catch them before, but as Jasmin lay there, she thought she could hear feminine howls from outside the cave. Fear took hold of her. Sometime later, Erik appeared as a shadow on the wall Jasmin was facing. She didn’t dare to turn around. She heard him and saw his shadow undress. Erik huddled under the covers behind Jasmin’s back and butt. He put one arm around her waist. Jasmin could feel his rough skin on her belly and his nose in her hair. He was definitely naked because Jasmin felt something grow on her back. She could deduce what it was from her textbook knowledge, but it was definitely bigger than all depictions of it she ever saw.

In the next few minutes, Erik snuggled closer but seemed reluctant to make any further advancements. Jasmin couldn’t take the tension. She pressed her butt against his member, giving him a signal a brute would surely understand. He repositioned himself slightly, his erect shaft pushing between her thighs. She could feel pressure, an unpleasant one. “He got the wrong entrance,” she snarled. Jasmin reached down and gently guided his member towards the correct one. The pressure once again mounted. This time she could feel her labia separate. Something bigger than anything she ever took, made its way inside her womanhood. Jasmin didn’t know what she expected, but her mother’s stories always sounded more romantic. What the did expect, though, was the pain as her hymen was broken. Jasmin inhaled sharply. It could have been worse, she thought, since Erik took his sweet time breaking into his prize. Jasmin raised her upper leg slightly, lifting the pressure from the painful spot. The brutes hand made it’s way up her waist to her boob. Her breasts weren’t big, and his large hands made them feel outright tiny. Jasmin turned her head, seeing his pleasured face and reached out for a quick kiss. Even though he had difficulties understanding the concept of a kiss, he accepted it. The next ten minutes didn’t see the pain go away, but it was overtaken by an increasingly nice feeling originating from her lower belly. Jasmin began to moan in the rhythm of Erik’s thrusts.

To remove her side from the hard bed, Jasmin got onto her hands and knees. Erik followed, and instinctively grabbed her waist. He was free to make much deeper thrusts. Jasmin’s pussy was stretched to what felt like its limits. She could sense her juices enveloping his member. Being mounted by such a strong man, Jasmin couldn’t help but feel being dominated. A feeling she never encountered in her entire life. Suddenly she understood some parts from her mother’s tales she couldn’t before.

She let him fuck her until her upper body gave in. He turned her around as if he handled a brittle piece of paper. For the first time, she could see his cock.

Its shape was so imperfect but weirdly beautiful, and it seemed to reach all the way to her belly button. With wide-open eyes, Jasmin watched it penetrate her. Her pussy canal was forced into a straight, round shape. It felt so good. While he made a mess out of her insides, Erik held her legs for her. Seeing it, Jasmin just had to touch his sweaty, muscular chest. Male bodies were so excitingly different from the people she grew up with. She wanted to explore all of it.

For the next minutes, Jasmin fixed his eyes. His were wandering from her beautiful, straight hair to her bouncing chest, to her dripping slit. Observing him and feeling his shape inside her, Jasmin came like the thunder of a cannon. She ground her pelvis against his crotch throughout her climax. Erik seemed to take this as an order to go faster. He pumped inside her deflowered pussy like the brute he is. Just as her orgasm subsided, Jasmin felt warm stuff flowing inside her. She was filled up with years of backed up cum. Jasmin sat up, his throbbing cock still inside her, wrapping her arms around him until she was sure that his balls were empty. She kissed the few and far between spots of his face that weren’t covered with beard. Then they cuddled together and dozed off.

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Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/gy2sta/gentle_brute_mfpostapocalypsereturntoearth