Island of the Cavemen: Huge Size Caveman Erotica by Fannie Tucker Page B

bag, then knelt over her, pulling her shorts and panties down past the curve of her hips.
    Paige lay trembling and nervous, her delicate young curves exposed in the lantern's soft, warm light.
    Ben stared down at her, eyes gleaming with lust and admiration.  "Damn, Paige," he whispered.  "You're beautiful."
    She blushed and resisted the urge to cover herself, but when his hands caressed her body, she relaxed her legs a little, letting her thighs part.  Ben took his shirt off, revealing lean muscle and a flat stomach.  Dark hair around his navel disappeared below the elastic band of his shorts, which bulged with his arousal.
    Thummm...   The earth beneath the tent seemed to vibrate, reminding Paige of the cars with loud stereos that cruised past her cheap college apartment late at night.
    "What was that?" she said, frowning.
    Thummmm....   It came again, louder.
    "It's nothing," Ben said.  "Let's just..."
    Thummmmm, thummmm, THUMMMM...
    The vibrations grew more intense, and a deep rumbling sound joined them.
    "Holy shit," Paige said.  It sounded like a rockslide.
    Outside the tent, alarmed voices cried out.  In the tent, Ben muttered a curse.
    "Go see what it is," Paige said.
    "It's probably no big deal, we can..."
    "Go!" Paige snapped, suddenly convinced that men were incapable of intelligent thought while they had erections.
    Ben bit back his frustration, and instead of pulling his shorts off, he tugged his shirt over his head and crawled out into the night.
    Paige hurried to dress herself, but she couldn't find her panties.  How the hell had Ben lost her panties in the space of a few seconds inside a tent?  She gave up and tugged her shorts on without them, trying to ignore the damp throb between her legs.  Perhaps it was better this way.  She hadn't wanted it to be Ben.
    A deafening sound like a thousand trumpets split the night amid the crashing rumble, making Paige jump in surprise as she threw her t-shirt on.  She could worry about a bra later.  Something was happening.
    She ducked out of the tent and into pandemonium.
    Ben had pitched his tent about a hundred yards up the slope from the main camp, clearly hoping for some private time with Paige.  The rest of the expedition had erected several other shelters around a fireless cooking stove near the beach.  Thick clouds covered the island and sea in a black shroud.  Ben had already hurried down to the main camp, where the feeble glow of a few lanterns left everything outside the circle of tents in darkness.
    The ground shook, and that trumpeting wail came again, a sound like an elephant, but deeper and more resonant.  Paige saw Ben trot down and join the milling silhouettes of the others.  They stood staring into the darkness past Ben's tent.  Paige turned to follow their gaze toward the source of the rumbling cacophony, but for several seconds she saw only blackness.  Then something moved in the night.  Something big.
    "That's impossible," she whispered to herself.  "Elephants don't live on islands."  The huge shape's profile was unmistakable, rushing past the campground with deceptive speed for something so large.  For an instant, the faint light touched it, and she saw that it wasn't an elephant after all.
    Elephants weren't covered in fur, and they didn't have those huge, curved tusks.
    Paige had only a moment to gape at the creature as it turned away from the light and crashed off into the darkness.  Its thunderous footfalls drowned out the confused shouts from a half-dozen biologists and students, then faded as it disappeared.
    "Holy shit!  What the hell was that?" someone cried.  Paige opened her mouth to call to them, to tell them what she'd seen, but then she clamped her jaw shut.  She'd never hear the end of their teasing.  An overexcited biology student sees a wooly mammoth?  Right.
    "It sounded like a rock slide," she heard Ben say.  He stood by Professor Donegal near one of the lanterns, staring into the darkness with hands on