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Siring

by Enkidu


Chapter 10: The First Bout

(MFFF, Oral)

	It was hard getting anything out of Tora after she realized
she'd let a secret slip. Apparently there were rumors, and rumors
of rumors, and everyone just assumed, well, you know how it is
and no, she couldn't remember much of who, if anyone, had told
her, and really it was just a silly rumor... really. We sat in
silence for a little bit, the glances other women had given me
all day growing more meaningful in retrospect. Suddenly last
night's conversations began to fit. I didn't doubt Stilena and
Tamane had things all planned out, including which women I'd be
trying to win from Stephan. Melia would be one, who had
interrogated me in the inn, but the other? Well, Mezina,
obviously.
	Heavens save us from scheming middle-aged matchmakers. I
wondered if Stephan knew anything about this. Probably little
more than I did.
	Tora was sitting quietly now, wearing an anxious expression as
she glanced at me. After thinking for a few minutes, I finally
decided to just go with the flow.
	"Alright, Tora. I will travel to your house in the next few days
to claim it." I stood to leave, but she stopped me.
	"Oh, no! I mean, yes, if it please you, but there's no need.
What I mean you've no need to wait until then to claim our
service. Mother gave me her and my sister's coins to carry today,
in case any Sire should wish us."
	She fished around in her coinpurse, separating out three tiny
silver coins from the larger common bronze: Berna, Tora and Pira.
I almost reached out to grab them, but then we both remembered
protocol. She gathered up the hem of her dress and edged it up,
flushing through her tan. The tree under which we'd been sitting
was quite a ways away from the crowd, but a few scattered women
were still visible as Tora's full, wiry bush came into view. Her
belly sloped a bit but was far from fat, and her thighs widened
invitingly up to her slightly padded hips. She faced away and
knelt, then lowered herself on all fours, turning up a gorgeously
rounded pair of buttocks for my examination.
	"I, Adam, hereby claim you to my service until I give up the
claim or it is won from me." I recited, laying a hand on her
tailbone then lowering it to slide my middle finger along her
plump slit. Resisting the temptation to take her right there and
then, I let her stand and drop her dress then I walked off my
half-erection back toward the crowd. A commotion had started
around two men: Stephan and the other I was soon informed was
Meryn, who claimed most of the village. We exchanged greetings,
surrounded by a greater and greater mass of curious women.
Stilena waved her hands at them for silence.
	"Hear this, everyone! We have a bout, so listen to the sires and
I hope you all brought your coins with you. A few of you are in
for a fresh one!"
	The crowd cheered and Stephan bellowed out:
	"We've agreed on the eight houses above the inn against the inn
and the four houses downhill as the stakes." More cheers. They
each placed a handful of coins on the ground "Now for the terms.
Arm-wrestling again?"
	"Not after last time, bear-arms." Meryn shook his head and a few
women suppressed little peals of laughter. The joke became clear
as they took off their shirts. Stephan's small frame was muscled
like a bodybuilder's. Meryn, a head taller but older and slightly
pudgy, thought for a bit then added. "How about throwing?"
	"That might work. Discus?"
	"I was thinking more of darts."
	"We don't have any."
	"Use some kitchen knives."
	"Good enough for me."
	Several women scattered and returned with random knives they'd
scrounged from around the tables, many of them still dirty of
food. The two men dropped their pants as well, to my shock and
confusion and the cacophonous delight of onlookers. If anyone
thought something odd about two grown men waving their dicks and
hairy nut-sacks in front of a crowd among which dashed a giggling
gaggle of innocent minors, they certainly didn't show it. I
watched curiously as the contestants chose a few knives that
looked somewhat near in size and weight. This was far from a
scientific elimination of confounding variables, but I was
quickly learning the entertainment value of the contest trumped
competitiveness or even logic. An overturned table with a circle
hastily scrawled in chalk served as the target. The two men
picked their "darts" and began flinging them in whichever way
might possibly stick. After four frustrating wood-on-wood handle
hits, Stephan asked for heavier knives. Immediately he began
closing the gap and by the end had won a close ten to nine
victory to a chorus of cheers and hoots from the audience. Ten
women broke off from the crowd and made their way to him, a few
giving Meryn a kiss or hug on the way. Stilena went one better
and gave his balls one last appreciative grope.
	Up until that moment, despite everything I'd seen in this new
world so far, I had honestly not thought they'd go through with
it. The entire village looked on, mothers hand in hand with their
young daughters, as their friends and neighbours reached down to
grab their festive holiday dresses and lift them above their
waists displaying their naked pudenda. They turned and knelt, a
bit awkwardly, chuckling and elbowing each other, and soon ten
curvy posteriors encircled Stephan. He symbolically laid a hand
on Stilena and claimed them as a group to some more cheering and
hooting from the crowd. It seemed for all the world the most
natural proceeding imaginable: ten upstanding citizens bare-assed
on all fours in the market, spreading their legs to air their
twats before young and old alike, eagerly offering all of their
warm, moist holes up to service one lucky prick. All three of us
males present were stiff by the time the women hid their
treasures. Meryn walked off with his arms around two young
blondes, winking at us over his shoulder:
	"Well, I'm going to console myself over my loss. Enjoy the rest
of the day!"
	With that, an expectant silence fell and Stephan and I exchanged
glances. Mara and Tora had suddenly materialized at my side. No
turning back. May as well keep going with that flow.
	"I was hoping to challenge you as well, Stephan. Do you know
where Berna and her daughters' house is?"
	"Sure" he nodded "it's a bit out of the way, though. Three for
two, maybe?"
	"Well then... their coins against, say" here two figures waved
discreetly at me from the crowd "Melia and Mezina?"
	"Sounds fair. Terms?" He leaned in at me slightly and whispered.
"They'll be expecting something more physical now, make us work
up a sweat."
	"Errrr..." I wavered. So far I had ignored the realization that
I would need to make a spectacle of myself.
	"Well" Stephan filled in the silence with a jocular bellow "the
river's right there, why don't we go for a swim?" Cheers went up
from the crowd. At a loss for words, I played along.
	"Yes, alright."
	"Upstream swim. From the bend back to here, keep to the middle
and don't help ourselves along the bottom. Sounds good?"
	"Good." I swallowed. The stretch he'd chosen was not
tremendously long, roughly Olympic-length, but swimming against
the current in unknown conditions would make it challenging. We
were escorted to the starting point ahead of a solid wall of
spectators. No backing out now. Fingering the three coins I'd
just received anxiously, I dropped them on the riverbank as
Stephan fished around his much heavier coin purse for his two.
Then, under the pressure of some encouraging applause, I unlaced
my trousers and let them fall, prompting a few whistles and a
slightly slurred, drunken yell of:
	"Yeeeahhh, swing `em low!"
	Suddenly couldn't wait to get in the murky water. We waded out
as far as we could. This was a calm, lowlands river and no deeper
than chest-level even in the middle. I'd never joined any teams
or anything but had gone swimming often enough for fun that I
started gaining confidence, at least seeing Stephan's relatively
awkward movements. And anyway, what was I so worried about? The
water was warm, the afternoon sun pleasant, the -
	"Ready? Begin!" Stilena shrieked from the shore. Oh, right. It
was a contest. I dove forward, taking the first few strokes in a
breathless frenzy before managing to coordinate my movements and
risking a glance at my competitor. Though he hadn't plunged ahead
quite as effectively at the start, his muscular form was quickly
closing the gap now. By half length he'd pulled slightly ahead of
me. Cursing myself mentally, I forced myself to keep calm and
make up for in efficiency what I couldn't in power. Slowly,
gradually, my slightly longer limbs and slimmer frame began
imposing themselves on the situation. In the desperate end-dash,
I kept my head down and eyes closed, praying that if there were
any water-nymphs in this magical world, I could sure use a push
about now. Suddenly poking my head above the water for a breath I
noticed the crowd cheering at me. Panting and trembling, I edged
over to the shore and crawled out, rolling over and collapsing,
not caring that the entire village could stare at my limp, soggy,
shriveling prick. After a minute or two, I felt a cluster of tiny
sun-warmed metal slivers being pressed into my palm: five silver
coins.
	"Congratulations" Stephan said cheerfully, without a trace of
rancor. "I understand this was your first bout."
	"Yes" I answered, looking up at him. He'd gotten his breath back
much quicker than I had. I began to have doubts as to the honesty
of the whole contest, but swallowed my pride and sat up,
accepting what may have been a tainted victory. Mara and Tora
handed me my clothes and coin-purse from either side. Melia and
Mezina shuffled up before me, hands behind their backs, grinning.
I rose, nodded, and we repeated the offering ritual, their two
youthful, supple forms bent down on the sandy riverbank. Seen
side by side, both were strikingly similar in appearance: the
same tiny slim frames and hips, the same long, black, straight
hair, the same elongated, chiseled facial features. Yet they
lived across the village from each other.
	With the show over, the crowd quickly dispersed. Stilena had to
run off to settle an argument over whether someone had filched
some plums off a table and Stephan made himself scarce. I was
left alone with my four servants, and now that the tension had
broken, my thoughts quickly turned to enjoying my conquest as
quickly as possible. Mara excused herself to try making some last
sales. Without bothering to dress, I led the remaining three away
from the market grounds and toward the quiet tree line, one arm
each around Melia and Mezina as Tora rushed back to borrow a
blanket.
	"You two look similar. Are you sisters?"
	"No." Mezina answered categorically. "We were born at the same
time when the village was smaller and only had one Sire at once,
but we are not sisters."
	I nodded at this. It made sense that they wouldn't consider
themselves siblings. The policy of encouraging men to move around
to spread their genetic material must render patrilineage an
utterly meaningless concept.
	"How old are you two then?"
	"The same as I am, Master." Tora answered, having caught up.
"Five and twenty. We would always play together on market days
when we were younger." She spread the blanket in a shady spot
beneath the trees. By common consensus, all three flipped their
clothes off at once and stood before me expectantly. Tora's ripe,
full breasts contrasted nicely with the other two's smaller
protuberances. I considered asking them how much of the day's
happenings had been planned beforehand and why, but doubted I'd
get an honest answer. Instead, I wrapped my arms around each in
turn and kissed them, somewhat surprised by the differences in
their reactions. Tora was slightly shy, letting me part her lips
and pressing her generous breasts tipped with wide, light
aureoles and fat nipples against my chest, but remaining very
restrained otherwise. Mezina was somewhat stiff-lipped, though
eager, and roamed her palms over my back gradually reaching down
to my buttocks. Melia's tongue invaded my mouth as soon as our
lips met, drawing my own out to suckle it hungrily as she reached
a hand down to cradle my testicles. Pondering the various
permutations in which I could enjoy my new charges:
	"Mezina, Melia, sit in front of me and open your legs. I want to
watch you pleasure yourselves. Tora, lie down and spread yourself
for me."
	The last quickly plopped her round butt down on the blanket
eyeing my waving erection and reached down to part her engorged
labia into an inviting pink bullseye. Taking a second to glory in
my good fortune I knelt between her thighs, running my hands up
from her knees to replace hers at her crotch, happy to find that
despite her apparent shyness she was already slick. The other two
sat down in the grass and leaned on one elbow while slowly
teasing their clits with their free hand. I spent a few moments
teasing Tora by rubbing my shaft along her moist cunt lips, but
relented when she started to hump up against me and pushed the
head of my penis inside her. Though not quite as tight, I'd taken
my first experience with Mara to heart and halted, watching her
for any signs of pain. None. Her eyes were closed and though her
lips were nervously drawn tight, their corners pulled up in a
contented shadow of a smile. I bent down and parted them with a
kiss before pushing halfway into her then bent my mouth down to
her round youthful melons and drove into her fully. Fighting the
urge to piston madly into her I slurped an engorged nipple into
my mouth and lifted the tit up by it, drawing a keening whimper
from Tora while eyeing the other two's reaction. Both had slipped
a finger or two inside their pussies and Melia, captivated by the
spectacle, was absently licking her lips and swallowing in unison
with my mouthing Tora's mammary. Turning my attention back to the
task at hand, I began thrusting in and out of her, picking up
speed rapidly. Excited as I was I knew I wouldn't last long so I
closed my eyes and lost myself in her embrace, burying my face in
her cleavage, surprising myself with my own desperation. The
tension of the past few hours, my anxiety at failing in my first
public appearance in this new world, finally broke through a
climax so intense it felt as if it would leave my lower body
paralyzed.
	Soft squelching sounds followed by contented sighs filled the
air in front of us as we caught our breath side by side. After
lying down for a minute I looked up just in time to see Mezina
breathe through the last of her orgasm, pulling one hand away
from her vagina and - interestingly enough - the middle finger of
her other out of her asshole. Melia was sitting against a tree
with her cunt still spread open and shining wet and her face and
small breasts flushed, watching me intently with an expectant
grin.
	"Tora" I asked "I require another service of you... no, two."
She sat up and looked confused. I nodded toward my semi-limp
prick. "First, put me back the way you found me."
	"You... wish me to make you ready again, Si- ... Master?"
	"Yes, dear, I want to feel your lovely mouth on me. Clean all of
our juices off." I clarified, caressing her cheek and spreading
my thighs. She slowly got into position on all fours between them
and seemed to consider a plan of attack as she came face to face
with my damp genitals. She planted a few tentative kisses on my
testicles and the base of my shaft then licked slowly upwards and
finally took the hardening phallus into her mouth. Her technique
was slow and uncertain but as I wasn't trying to orgasm it was
exciting enough just having her lovely visage pleasuring me. Soon
enough, I lifted her chin off the revitalized member to taste her
lips for the erotic mixture of our scents.
	"Secondly, Tora, since Mezina will be waiting the longest, I
think she deserves a gift. Have you two ever been together?"
	"Once" Tora blushed "some years ago. About midwinter feast our
mothers had a few of us younger girls sleeping in the same room.
We took to talking and..."
	"I remember that night" Mezina cut in "It were Melia that
started it all, dragging herself under one girl after another. By
morning our hands and faces were all wetter than after a
rainstorm! Come, now, Tora. If our new Master wants to gift me
your tongue I'll gladly accept." She giggled and spread her
supple thighs for her friend.
	Without realizing I'd been holding my breath for that little
anecdote, I let out an amazed sigh and turned my attention to
Melia who'd already sauntered over, determining by process of
elimination that she was due, and was clasping her hands behind
her taut butt while leaning toward me and puckering her lips.
This had the unfortunate effect of making her small boobs almost
disappear into her chest but the fortunate one of jutting her
stiff nipples out like nails. I favored her with a quick peck
then pulled her slim frame into me, rubbing her buds into my
pectorals and almost pulling back in surprise as she devoured my
lips and tongue. This girl's mouth had had some practice!
	"Turn around and bend over" I ordered her breathlessly and she
immediately pirouetted to rest her hands on her knees. I gripped
her slim, even bony hips and nested my cock-head in its third
vagina for the day. She pushed her hips back to engulf me in one
smooth motion and we set to happily slapping our hips against
each other watching Tora, on her stomach in the grass, bury her
face in Mezina's crotch. She must've had a bit more practice
eating pussy than cock because Mezina's head soon rolled back,
giving in to a quick small orgasm.
	"I believe you should return the favor, don't you?" I needled
them while speeding up my thrusts and watched an excited Tora
crawl up her lover's body to rest her cum-dripping lower lips on
the other's upper. Their sweating skin took a golden glow in the
last rays of the sunset. We settled into humping and licking
again and shortly the sound of one young woman slurping my
ejaculate out of another was drowned out in my own grunting
release. Wordlessly, we all settled down into the grass to catch
our breath (and also swat at the gathering mosquitoes) becoming
aware of faint whispering among the trees. Melia paid it no mind
and without being asked bent over me to lap at my prick, tongue
dancing energetically from my cock-head down to my balls. Mara's
voice suddenly cut through the rising gloom:
	"Alright, all you scamps, get away. You didn't get permission to
watch."
	Several shrieks and giggles trailed off toward the village,
suggesting we had indeed been performing for a small audience of
the local girls. Mara walked up to us and handed me my clothes.
	"Do you wish to go indoors now? The bugs might drain you faster
than we can."
	I assented. After gathering our things then stopping to wash up
we dressed and joined what seemed like half the village at the
inn to eat.