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Zebulon Pike's meaty fist worked its way relentlessly along his turgid member. "Yargh," he growled, "Raaaargh!". A nearby chipmunk ran and hid. It had been several months since he had seen a woman, much less copulated with one. Such a span of time does strange things to a man's psyche, and combined with the extreme hardships he had endured, Pike was near the breaking point.
"Grar!! Ohhhh!! RAAAAAAAA!!!" he yelled, his right arm a total blur. A couple of crows startled and took off from a nearby spruce. Meanwhile weeks of pent-up fantasies were racing through his head. Discovering a tribe of beautiful savages in the next valley. Finding a young doe who, when fed and watered gently, turned into a blithe virgin. Marrying a chief's daughter and fathering dozens of children. Etc. The usual explorer stuff.
Zebulon grimaced in pleaseure as the feather touch of his calloused palm brought him over the edge. He threw back his head and roared as ropes of sperm flew through the air. A warm breeze picked up as he lay there recovering, and in the silence the forest fauna resumed its natural ways.
Date Written: October 03, 2004
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