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Siring ch. 11

by Enkidu

(MFF, oral, anal, exhib, rim)




11.
Dinner and a Show

	If the previous night had been crowded, tonight was packed to
the brim. All doors and windows stood propped open to let some
air into the common room, where many women were already standing
for lack of seats. Nevertheless, as soon as we came in an
imposing figure waved to us from one of the nearby tables and a
couple of women moved aside to make room for myself and Mara.
Tora excused herself to speak with some acquaintances and the
other two left to find something edible. When I got to my seat, I
gasped in surprise. I hadn't even recognized her without the
collage of red ribbons she'd been wearing the last time.
	"Cara!"
	"Sire Adam." She stood, towering over the women around her, and
cupped her palms beneath her chin for a deep formal bow. Tamane
who was seated next to her raised an eyebrow and smirked gently
at such big-city buffoonery. Cara was dressed in heavy grey
travelling pants and shirt completed by tall black boots and a
tightly wrapped bun behind her head, and looked a bit dusty.
	"Did you just arrive?" I asked as we sat together.
	"Yes, Sire, though I am only passing through this region. The
Magisterium has dispatched me to my birthplace to prepare the
local villages to receive some new Sires next year."
	"Prepare them?"
	"They have need of a proper harbor and a full accounting of the
local women must be made. Also..." she seemed hesitant to
continue.
	"It's no secret, Cara." Tamane patted her hand. The other
shrugged.
	"Out on the edges of the world as my mother's people are they
can drop outside the Magisterium's knowledge. Expeditions with
new Sires arrive very rarely, sometimes not for years in a
stretch... even decades. They can grow desperate and act
foolishly. It is better if one of their own daughters returns to
promise them all will be well if they abide by the rules of the
bouts. So I and a few others are travelling northwards to prepare
the ground for... umm, seeding."
	She was interrupted by Melia and Mezina returning with platters
of fish and vegetables. For the next several courses I was busy
devouring everything put before me. The rest of the evening
passed pleasantly enough. There was more music and a few stories
and Cara got a big round of applause for demonstrating one of the
Magisters' new gimmicks. She held up a small stick then licked
one end of it, which after a few moments burst into a small,
steady flame.
	"We're leaving your chieftess with a whole barrel of these" she
reassured everyone. "They should serve you well, any who need to
travel into the mountains in winter. It will burn long enough to
dry and light a frozen log." She sat down again to a chorus of
appreciative murmurs and nods. As the girls and I got up to
leave, she discreetly motioned me aside for a bit and asked about
my experiences so far. I voiced some uncertainty as to whether to
stay the region. She nodded.
	"Stilena tells me you might follow the north road next year.
That is for the best, as soon as you feel you have enough
experience with our ways. You'll find it much easier to hold on
to your claims further out. Competition is fierce here,
especially as more Sires are being called every month. That and
several will be returning from the eastern reaches, sailing back
even now. There were some troubles and they are being taken to
safety in Espera, after which they will no doubt crowd these
lands even more. But that's no need to worry" she hurried to add.
"For tonight I will keep you no longer. We must leave at dawn."
She knelt and once more crossed her hands beneath her chin, and
we parted.
	The music started up. Stilena slowly climbed on the little
wooden stage accompanied by two other women wearing short
knee-length skirts and sleeveless blouses in eye-popping colors.
	"In honor of our Sires!" She bellowed, and everyone clapped.
They began to sway and strut to the music, undoing their blouses
to display their breasts but undressing no further. It took me a
while to realize that in this world where nudity meant nothing,
dancing adorned by their `Sunday best' was a great deal more
significant than a simple strip-tease and sat back enjoying the
hypnotic swishing of fabric over suggested curves. All three
women had an ear for the beat and moved beautifully, though they
seemed to be straining more than necessary and I didn't realize
why until their big finale. At some predetermined point, they all
stopped and flipped their skirts up. The two on the sides cupped
their hands beneath their furry cunts and bore down, expelling
each a small red apple to a chorus of wild whistling and hooting
from the room. They tossed these to Meryn and Stephan who bit
into them with gusto. Stilena instead turned around and bent
over, reaching back to a little tan knob between her slightly
sagging posterior. This turned out to be the pommel of a knobbly,
heavily lacquered wooden plug which she gave a single long lick
before winking and bowing with her two fellows. We clapped `til
our palms were sore.
	I was beginning to feel the pressure and decided to retreat
somewhere more quiet with my servants but before I could even
reach the door I was accosted again, this time by Meryn.
	"Adam!" He said loud enough for nearby witnesses to hear. "My
estate is nearly ready for guests. I invite you, along with all
nearby Sires, to visit on the full moon after next. Melia or
Mezina can easily guide you there." The two confirmed this with a
nod.
	"Thank you, I will certainly be there" with that finally
escaping into the cool night air.
	"Do you wish our service for tonight, Master?" Tora asked,
referring to herself and Melia.
	"Not tonight. Sleep well." Mezina led the way back to her
cottage, her slim silhouette contrasting with Mara's curvier one
under the dim starlight. Most of the population had retired for
the night and the festive mood was contagious. Giggles, moans and
strained breathing wafted from several darkened huts. Ahead of us
two women stumbled drunkenly home, oblivious to our presence, as
wrapped up as they were in groping each other's bare breasts and
stopping to share loud slurping kisses every few steps. As they
turned to enter a stately stone house, one reached back to lift
the back of the other's dress and bury one hand between her legs.
The other yelped in surprise but did not object, bending over
slightly and tottering the last few steps awkwardly, almost
pushed indoors by the fingers up her pussy. A chorus of shrieks
and laughter trailed past us, emitted by three teenage girls
dashing at full tilt up the road. Two were naked except for
sandals, pinching each other's scrawny little butts and long,
supple legs, while the third hurried after them carrying their
dresses and occasionally reaching a free hand to spank whichever
passed nearest her. In one cottage, still lit by a large candle,
a slim young form lay on the floor while one middle-aged woman
rode her face ecstatically and another devoured her almost
nonexistent tits.
	"I want both of you" I glued my hands to my companions' asses as
we reached Mezina's door "on your hands and knees on the bed,
side by side facing the wall." The villagers' frolicking had
gifted me a hard-on that would not be walked off.
	"Shall we oil our rears?" was Mara's only reply.
	"... yes." God damn, I love this world.
	As soon as we were naked Mezina grabbed a little earthware jug
of cooking oil from her pantry.
	"Works almost as well" she shrugged "and tastes better."
	Having left me speechless at her implication, she slathered the
already positioned Mara's asshole and pussy in the viscous fluid
and daintily tested each hole with her pinkie finger. Before she
had even pulled away I rushed eagerly to line up the head of my
cock between Mara's labia and began short, shallow thrusts, going
a bit deeper each time. My right hand strayed to Mezina's
oil-smeared upturned ass, less padded with narrower hips and a
darker thatch of pubes peeking from her perineum. The room
smelled heavily of hungry wet pussy. Not wanting to be accused of
shirking my insemination duties, I slurped my prick out of the
first woman and sidled behind the second to find her most
accommodating. Before long I was bent over her slim frame pulling
at her nipples and frenziedly humping away until I deposited my
"gift" at the door of her uterus.
	Feeling I'd have no trouble staying hard, I again speared Mara's
cunt. Well-lubricated, stretched, primed and eager now, after
only a couple of minutes she began to twitch in orgasm. Taking
the opportunity for another change of pace I switched once more,
this time just a couple of fingers' breadth higher, to pry her
puckered little back door open. First the head, then inch after
inch of shaft squeezed through the oiled muscular ring until my
hips rested against her cushioned derriere. I drew out of her
quickly then slammed back in to the sounds Mara's whimper and
grunt plus a soft squelching noise and indrawn hiss from Mezina
who'd begun fingering herself next to us. Mara looked around at
the younger woman.
	"Oh yes. He's given you your share but you can't wait for more.
Greedy like my sister. Know where his member is now? Right now?
Ungh! His thick hot stiff meat? Up my ass. Ooof. Up my little
brown asshole. You want it don't you? Ah. Want a stiff long thick
one up your tight little bunghole? You can't even take it, girl.
You skinny little thing, ah. He's too big and hot. Split you
apart."
	The three of us echoed one last grunt, Mezina and I orgasming in
unison and Mara laughing triumphantly as my sperm flooded up into
her bowels. I allowed the flexing orifice to expel my softening
member and collapsed between them. When we'd caught our breath,
Mezina's face loomed above me.
	"My back door's still oiled, Master Adam."
	"Well then. You'll just have to get me back up for a third go.
How do you think you should do that?" I gambled. My cock wasn't
even very soft but I wanted to see if she'd go through with it.
Smiling, she lifted her cum-glistening fingers from her pussy to
her mouth and slurped them clean, then vanished from my field of
vision. Immediately her warm moist breath washed over my
genitals. With one long lick up my scrotum continued up my shaft
she dove her lips down my penis seemingly without concern that it
had just been lodged up another woman's asshole. Mara sat up and
began to finger herself watching the lewd spectacle. We enjoyed
the feel and sight of the slim brunette's head bobbing over my
crotch in a shallow, rapid rhythm before I decided I didn't want
to wait any longer but didn't have much energy left.
	"Sit on it."
	She dove her face down my shaft one last time as far as she
could to bathe it in a copious layer of saliva then bounced up
and straddled me, staring me in the eyes while pointing the head
of my prick between her oiled butt-cheeks. I let her take me in
at her leisure, amused by the sight of her concentration,
furrowed brow and pursed lips quickly giving way to a wide
victorious smile feeling the head burst past her tightest
fuckhole. It took her almost no time to worm the rest of my shaft
through her rectum to rest her slim behind on my pelvis a second
before starting to rock back and forth, massaging her clinging,
scorching orifice in accelerating strokes up and down the object
of her affections.
	Feeling more clearheaded after two ejaculations, I reached up to
caress her small, firm breasts and pull mercilessly on her
nipples while her own hand dipped into her dripping snatch and
painted circles of our combined cum on her clit. It wasn't long
before her sweating body shook in orgasm and collapsed on top of
me. Dragging myself out of her and out from under her, I rolled
her over and motioned to Mara:
	"Sit on her face."
	Mara's tits slapped against her chest as she excitedly hopped up
to hide the younger brunette's face between her luscious thighs.
I knelt at the foot of the bed and lifting Mezina's legs over my
shoulders took a moment to re-oil her drying anus then drove my
twitching cock up it once more in one single push. A long muffled
moan escaped from under Mara's muff.  We rode and drilled her in
unison through one noisy orgasm each from the girls, just one
more hut filled with sounds of joy tonight. Whenever Mara's
gyrations caused her buttocks to spread, a glossier layer of oil
and a whitish trickle on and around her anus stood out from the
thin layer of sweat were all sporting courtesy of our exertions
and the warm summer air.
	"Your ass. Feed her your ass" I grunted, running my fingers
through Mezina's bush to press my thumb against her clit while
redoubling my efforts to tenderize her anal orifice. Mara tilted
her hips forward to squelch Mezina's already labored breathing
with her cum-stained asshole. The latter's hands were busy
speeding the process, busying themselves on Mara's tits and
pussy. Spurred on by the shamelessly carnal display I finally
surrendered to Mezina's rippling intestinal musculature. The feel
of sperm ricocheting off her insides set her off in turn, moaning
into Mara's ass who completing the chain reaction rolled off and
curled into a ball cupping her privates and twitching
ecstatically.
	We needlessly cost Mezina a candle that night, since apparently
nobody got off the bed after all that to put it out. By morning I
had burnt to a puddle, not that I immediately noticed. I awoke at
dawn, having apparently crawled up on the bed with them. A leg
was stirring, trapped in my armpit - Mara's, as it turned out -
which I discovered by lifting my head out of the crook of
Mezina's crotch. It proved impossible for anyone to sneak out of
the severely overpopulated bed that morning. Laughing, we all
trotted out to pee, naked as a flock of jaybirds. Mezina dashed
into the outhouse. I got ready to wait my turn then noticed Mara
wasn't having it. She nimbly hopped Mezina's little fence and
squatted behind the nearest bush out of sight of the road and
sighed letting a long stream pour out of her. I tried imitating
her with a nearby tree but nothing came. There was a downside to
my newfound virility. My morning wood was downright petrified and
would not go down no matter how much I tried thinking of babbling
brooks or rain spouts. Whispers sounded from behind me.
	"He... can't? Only seen that happen once or twice before."
	"They can't in the morning, often, unless you care for them
first. Get the pitcher and washcloth."
	I turned to see Mezina hurrying back with water and soap and
Mara standing there with a knowing grin.
	"Do you wish our service?"
	I hung my head and nodded sheepishly. She knelt before me and
lathered up my stomach, pubes and genitals while Mezina poured a
trickle of water, switching after a bit to soap up my back and
ass. They spent an inordinate amount of time on this, refilling
the pitcher twice and rinsing me from head to toe until I was
shivering there in full view of the road being ogled by a few
passing women. Mezina especially spent more time gripping,
kneading and caressing my buttocks than actually washing, every
once in a while letting a skinny finger stray to poke at my
asshole. Laying down the pitcher, Mara knelt before me and
slipped her lips over my swollen purple cock-head. Mezina's
halting, uncertain voice sounded from behind me.
	"May I... may I lick your rear?"
	"Yes!" I exclaimed unable to feign nonchalance. May she? I
loved, loved this world. Soon her bony little hands were prying
my buttocks apart and a tiny wet sponge began dancing around my
asshole. Unable to move my hips I gripped Mara's hair and began
forcing her down a bit deeper and faster until small gagging
noises warned me of her limit. Laughter echoed from the road.
	"Yeah, Mezina, dig in there, girl, we all know what you like!"
	And she was. Unable to resist her little tongue licking and
probing into my sphincter, her jaw working furiously as her
cheeks wedged apart my own cheeks I erupted into Mara's mouth,
knees wobbling and hips twitching, spurt after spurt until she
pulled off struggling to swallow and took the last couple jets of
semen on her pillowy breasts. Mezina's unknown friend cheered at
us, waved goodbye and sauntered off down the road. I rushed off
to relieve myself. When I returned, Mezina had laid Mara on her
back and was licking my sperm off her tits while furiously
fingering her pussy.
	I let them have at it, dressed and walked across town asking
directions to Melia's house, finding her tending her garden
wearing a long gray dress. Wordlessly, I grinned and pointed
peremptorily down at the ground. She took the hint and lifted the
hem of her garment to kneel in the dirt, tossed her trowel aside
and unlaced my trousers. This one seemed to have no limit.
Without even being prompted, her mouth engulfed my prick down to
the root, lips dragging deliciously over the shaft, sucking
powerfully as her tongue twisted incredibly back and forth all
around me. I groaned. She `hmph'-ed knowingly and continued her
expert blowjob. With every thrust my cock-head penetrated into
her gullet yet she never once gagged or protested. Subjected to
such treatment it wasn't long before my second orgasm of the
morning rose up and I grabbed the back of her head pressing her
nose into my pubic hair as globs of cum poured directly into her
throat to her stomach. She licked and sucked my retreating,
softening dick clean and released it with a pop, then spent the
next minute gasping for air while I pulled my pants back up.
	"Hoooo... and good-morrow to you too, New Master" she laughed.
	"I thought I should visit you before leaving. I won't return for
at least a week, maybe more."
	"More" she confirmed "since that city-woman Cara said the Sires
Magister will soon call the clouds to keep the crops from drying.
The roads will be no good in a week, I'll wager."
	"Then let's give you something to remember me by." I led her
inside and lay her on the bed, dipping my head to her fragrant
bushy cunt while my cock recovered, taking her instructions and
the gentle guidance of her hands in my hair to figure out how
best to please her. After her second orgasm her juices were
running from my lips and nose down my neck. I crawled up over her
and impaled her while giving her a taste of herself, losing an
exceedingly pleasurable wrestling match to her incredibly
skillful tongue. Her third orgasm prompted my own, sending a
cadre of hopeful swimmers to impregnate her. We languished for a
little bit with her licking and washing our liquids off my
temporarily depleted cock until Tora knocked on the door to tell
me she, Mara and others were leaving for the hills and to ask
whether I wished to join them.
	"Melia my dear, I'd better go or that mouth of yours will be the
death of me."