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Siring ch. 5

by Enkidu

(MFF, oral)



5.
Unanticipated Benefits of the Fountain of Youth


	I woke late in the morning, my charges having apparently managed
not to wake me as they dressed and went out to work. A jug of
cool spring water and a large quantity of buttered bread waited
for me on the table, along with a few blackberries. I ate
ravenously, not surprising considering I'd cum three times in one
day after a two-week road trip. To my shock, I'd woken up with a
full piss hard-on, and even after visits to the outhouse and
creek and then my meal, I found my dick swelling at the thought
of the previous night. My balls felt heavy and I had every
indication that I'd be quite able to perform again immediately.
	Outside, the sisters were relaxing by the vegetable patch
sitting on the grass next to a small wicker basket of lettuce and
tomatoes. Being a warm, early summer day, they were only wearing
their tunics, without any extra skirts or shirts, and both
sporting huge, irregularly-shaped straw hats. They smiled as I
approached and remained seated. I was quickly learning that
despite the stunning array of sexual rituals, especially when
first meeting a woman, this world was largely devoid of
restrictive social customs. Stinneh spoke up as I halted and sat
next to them.
	"Did you rest well, Sire?"
	"Oh, yes, nothing like exhaustion for a good night's sleep."
Mara stifled a giggle at this. "And thank you for the hearty
breakfast as well, it was exactly what I needed."
	"You are gracious."
	"In fact, my strength seems to have returned quite quickly...
and fully." I added with a sideways glance at them. The older
sister snapped up the hint without batting an eyelash.
	"How may we serve, Sire?"
	I looked from one to the other for a few seconds, still amazed
at how easy and natural this was, how eagerly and without
reservations they jumped at the chance to give sexual pleasure.
Finally I settled on Stinneh.
	"I think I'd like to play with those magnificent breasts of
yours for a little while. Let's move to the shade, shall we?" I
motioned toward a nearby fruit tree and took her hand. Mara
watched us leaving, calmly, smiling without a hint of jealousy.
As she got up to take the wicker basket inside, I thought I
noticed a hint of soreness in her walk from the previous night.
Reaching the tree, Stinneh undid the belt on her tunic and pulled
it over her head, tossing it by the roots. Not bothering to
undress yet, I lay on the grass and signaled her to straddle me.
As she lowered her bare crotch onto my pelvis, I reached up and
grabbed two handfulls of tit, and spent the next few minutes
massaging them, marveling at their softness, size and weight. Her
nipples stiffening in the breeze and under my  attentions,
Stinneh began tiny rocking motions of her pelvis, grinding
against me as she stuck her chest even further out. Her gaze was
fixed on my face but unfocused, as she concentrated on pushing
the rubbing of her melons into my palms and trying to ride my
meaty shaft through the fabric of my trousers.  I decided the
time couldn't be better to up the ante and grabbed both her
nipples, using them to pull her tit-flesh outwards from her body
and extracting from her a pleased whimper and a grin, then let
go, watching the soft, heavy bags settle against her chest.
	"Lift your butt." I ordered, and without getting up, lowered my
pants to my knees. I lifted my rock-hard prick from where it was
smearing precum onto my stomach and angled it promisingly up at
Stinneh's bush. Planting both her knees firmly in the soft grassy
soil and reaching down to spread her lower lips even as she
licked her upper ones, my eager partner lowered herself back down
onto me. She dug me slowly deeper into her soft, moist, clinging
depths in one smooth, prolonged motion, one hand pressing on my
sternum for support, then paused as our hips met. Her slick,
velvety walls caressing my rod, I let Stinneh set a slow, relaxed
pace, her palms gripping my chest and shoulders as she rode me
under the apple tree, communing with the birds and the bees in
the warm summer breeze.  I let my hands roam over her flexing
thighs and buttocks for a while before letting myself get wholly
distracted again by the ponderous, shifting masses of her
breasts, kneading them as the lovely woman moaned above me,
dropping her hands to my sides to clutch the dirt as she
accelerated her rocking, slapping her ass down onto my thighs
with every plunge. I knew I couldn't hold out much longer, but
luckily neither could she. I came as she leaned on top of me
almost smothering me by trying to feed me one of her tits while
rapidly grinding her hips onto my shaft, driving her clit against
me. Feeling my thick sperm gushing into her was apparently the
last straw, because my nipple-muffled moans were soon followed by
her own spasms and yelps of pleasure. I almost thought she was
crying until I looked at her face and realized her sobs were only
a prolonged, ecstatic laughter. She collapsed off me onto her
back the grass, boobs jiggling hilariously on top of her chest.
The shade had shifted a bit while we'd fucked, and I watched her
lovely face beaming in the trickle of sunlight between the leaves
above as we both caught our breath. Finally, she opened her eyes
and snuggled up next to me, draping an arm across my chest.
	"Oh, thank you Sire, for your wonderful gift. With my sister,
it's never quite the same."
	The bloodflow to my brain must not have been fully restored,
because it took me half a minute before processing this
statement. I no longer had to wonder at their lack of
embarrassment at watching each other fuck me.
	"Wait, your sister? You and Mara? You...?"
	"Well, we seek out other women when we can, but the village is
half a day's walk away, and the towns even farther. We do for
each other, most often."
	I looked at Mara, sitting with the grazing sheep across the
field. Really, I should have assumed this from the start, given
the palace girls' attitude. With men being so scarce in this
world, I really should have assumed some degree of lesbianism
would become the norm... but her own sister? This threw a
wonderful new kink into the concept.
	"I should very much like to see that sometime." I mused, already
daydreaming about Mara's pretty face buried in her older sister's
muff, or Stinneh's lovely visage, upturned, covered in Mara's
juices as her beloved baby sister ground her pussy into her
mouth. Leaning up on one elbow beside me, Stinneh apparently took
this comment with the utmost seriousness.
	"Do you wish me to call her to us now?"
	"Hm? No, not just now, Stinneh. For now, I think I'll just lay
here a while, then walk down by the stream. I noticed you have
fishing pole back in the house. Would you mind if I borrowed it?"
	"Mind?" her eyebrows lifted in puzzlement. "All we have is yours
to use, Master. There are some beetles we use for bait in a
little box on the windowsill. There's little to catch in this
water, but the best spot is by the bend upstream, at the foot of
the first hills." Then she got up, wiping a bit of our combined
juices which had started streaming down her inner legs and
scraping her hands clean with some tree leaves, threw her tunic
back on and lightly sauntered over to Mara.
	After resting a bit and grabbing the fishing pole and bait, I
started upstream. I hadn't previously given much thought to the
sort of landscape in which I found myself, being somewhat
distracted by the promise of effortless access to unlimited
pussy, but looking around now I found it quite agreeable. A
relatively young, dense temperate forest stretched all around,
and over it I could see rows of hills stretching in all
directions but south. Past these I could spot vague bluish
mountains through the mid-day haze. There was a constant low
breeze to offset the high sun and the stream gurgled cheerfully
at me through the trees. Lovely.
	I had very little luck with the fishing, not very surprisingly
since I hadn't fished since I was a young boy. Still it was
relaxing, even if the little burlap sack I'd brought only housed
three scrawny minnow-looking things the size of my finger. It was
almost sundown by the time I finally added a palm-sized, angry
looking striped fish to keep them company and decided to end my
little expedition on what I could at least pretend was a high
note. As I headed back, I mulled over two realizations which my
few hours of meditation had brought to the surface. One: I was
ravenously hungry, not just a "missed lunch today" sort of deal
but a "gnaw my own arm off" level of famine. Two: I was horny
again. Despite all the recent, err... activity, my suspicions
from last night that I was producing sperm at a much faster rate
were confirmed. I chalked both of these effects up as belonging
to the same cause, the Magisterium's breakthrough anti-aging
cure. Faster recovery and tissue rebuilding meant faster energy
consumption as well.
	I approached the little cottage just before dark. Smoke streamed
from the chimney and the door was left open to let the heat out
so I could hear the sisters talking inside, and interrupting each
other with short bursts of cheerful laughter. I was met by the
most wonderful sight on entering: Mara was cleaning and chopping
what seemed like a small mountain of lettuce at the table, still
wearing her tunic, but Stinneh was frying some potatoes by the
stove and had undressed to diminish the effects of the heat. She
was wearing only a large leather apron, her backside completely
bare as she stood facing away from me, rivulets of sweat
splitting and rejoining over her shoulder blades, down the
muscles of her back, over her lush hips and dripping suggestively
into her ass-crack. Even as I set the sack of fish on the table,
I could feel blood pumping almost painfully fast into my penis.
	"How was your luck with the fish today?" Mara enquired as I set
the little satchel on the table in front of her, hunger and
horniness fighting for control over my brain. A small pile of
dried sausages had materialized from some cupboard, and I snapped
off a piece, trying to feign nonchalance while my eyes were fixed
on Stinneh's flexing ass-cheeks as she shifted her weight from
one foot to the other. Noting my gaze and the twitching bulge in
my pants, Mara started grinning like the cat that ate the canary.
Getting up, she nudged her sister and motioned with her head over
her shoulder at me:
	"Service. I'll take the pan."
	Stinneh looked around, flicking some wet hairs that had gotten
plastered over her forehead out of her face, and smiled
invitingly.
	"How do you wish to take me, master?"
	"Quickly, just bend over on the bed on your knees" I said
decisively. "Leave the apron on."
	I had the presence of mind to grab the bottle of lube and squirt
a little inside her before dropping my pants and edging up behind
her upturned hindquarters. I drove into the offered cunt
mercilessly, Stinneh squealing a few times with excitement as I
started pounding away at her, the slapping of our hips drowning
out the sizzling of the frying pan. This was no poetic, pastoral
lovemaking in the shade of an apple tree. I badly needed her
pussy and it seemed I'd propel her head through the wall as I
slammed into her, digging my hands into the flesh of her
ass-cheeks. I came after a couple of minutes, a full load of
sperm drenching the walls of her birth canal. I held my prick in
her until I began to soften, then squelched out of her welcoming
depths and dropped onto the bed beside her as she collapsed onto
her side, both of us panting.
	"Whooohhh. Thank you, Sire, for your gift. May I return to
cooking?" The whole event may have been a bit abrupt, but if the
grin on her face was any indication, she'd loved every one of the
few short minutes of it. Sweat had glued a thick scattering of
her hair to her forehead and her apron had twisted and bunched,
holding up one hefty boob where it had popped over the top with
its nipple peeking out while the other hung out of the side,
brushing the sheets. I almost acquiesced before changing my mind
and turning to her with a fiendish smirk.
	"Not yet. Clean me off first. Oh, but not with water." I kept
smiling, my gaze locked on hers as her eyes widened with
realization. She put back the washcloth and knelt on the floor
before me as I sat on the edge of the bed.  Mara kept glancing at
us as her older sibling lifted my wilted penis gingerly and stuck
out her tongue to lap at her own juices coating it. She
thoroughly ran her tongue around each side of the expanding shaft
and even pulled back the foreskin to slurp and kiss the crown. By
the time she got around 	to bathing my scrotum in her saliva, I
was fully erect again. Holding my shaft, she gave one last long
lick to the underside of my ball-sack before letting it flop back
against my perineum.
	"Was it to your liking, Master?" She asked, gratuitously, as the
rock-hard rod in her grip gave her all the answer she needed.
	"Oh yes. Tell me, Stinneh, do you enjoy the taste of sperm?" She
looked a bit confused at this, then seemed to understand:
	"Of your seed, Master?" Then in lieu of further answer, she
stared into my eyes still crouched in front of me and reached a
hand down, flipping the bottom of her apron aside to reveal her
vulva. Her fingers came back up smeared with both our cum, which
she suckled off them grinning mischievously. As she finished, I
caressed her cheek and said:
	"Well then, I suggest you continue to pleasure me with your
mouth until you get the first part of your meal for tonight. 
Wordlessly, she bent down and wrapped her full, wet lips around
my crown and began to slowly bob her head. I soon realized that
despite having a good bit of experience with sex in general,
Stinneh had never been instructed in giving head. She kept her
arms on my thighs, was unsure of when to apply pressure and
didn't use her tongue much. Between this and the fact that I'd
just come, it was taking a long time for me to near ejaculation,
and the table was already set. Mara was in fact sitting
comfortably in her chair, her tunic bunched up about her waist as
she nibbled a bit of lettuce and absentmindedly teased her clit
with her free hand.
	"Hold on, Stinneh" I said, touching her chin and lifting her
dutiful mouth off my cock with a slurp "we'll finish this after
we eat. I'm famished." As she stood and removed her apron, I
noticed a bit of wetness still leaking down her silky inner
thighs.
	"Aiiiieee!" She squealed as I reached around and grabbed her
around the waist, pulling her back down onto the bed. I threw an
evil grin at Mara.
	"But first, I think it would be a shame if everything leaking
out between your legs were to stain the chair. I think your
lovely sister should help clean you up, don't you?"
	"Yes, ha-ha" Stinneh laughed and shifted her ass to the edge of
the bed, spreading her legs lewdly. "My loving sister... it's
been some time since I've felt your tongue between my legs."
	"Only because you take such pleasure from my fingers, you greedy
girl." Mara fired back, walking over and dropping to her knees
between her sibling's feet. Without any hesitation, she buried
her beautiful face right in Stinneh's crotch and began slurping
at her hole, drawing out my semen, smearing her nose, cheeks and
chin with her older sister's cunt-juice. I reached over and
grabbed a hold of Stinneh's ample breasts, kneading them as I
enjoyed the incredibly erotic sight of my servants' incestuous
union. Feeling her begin to tense up after a couple of minutes, I
leaned in and kissed her roughly, stifling her moan as she
suddenly tightened her legs around Mara's head in her orgasm.
	We ate afterwards, two of us sitting naked at the table, the
third with her face glistening with pussy fluid. I asked the two
women about the surrounding region. The nearest town was one I'd
passed through to get to them, Torochoza, a village of almost a
hundred houses situated over a day's walk into the plains. Its
master was largely absent, having taken other, larger towns after
it, and there were rumors that he'd soon abandon the claim.
Smaller hamlets littered the hills up toward the mountains, most
claimed by little-known or unknown Sires like myself. It was not
customary to split small villages between Sires and the only
large cities in which I could try to win a household at a time
were either back past over-crowded Espera to the south or
northwards over the mountains, so I was in a bit of a bind when
it came to winning myself more servants. The two sisters beamed
proudly at learning that they were my very first claim and seemed
quite happy that they'd be the sole targets of my affections for
at least a few days, more likely weeks. As we finished the meal,
we left Mara to clean up while Stinneh lay me on her bed and
resumed a deliciously languid blow-job, the pressure in my balls
heightening as time dragged on. After cleaning both her face and
the table, Mara was about to turn out the oil lamp.
	" Wait" I said "Leave the light on a bit. I want to see you
undress." This seemed like an unfamiliar request, partly because
they hadn't had many Masters out here on their isolated
homestead, partly because this was a world in which any woman
would bend over and hike up her skirts to invite a man to her
bare snatch as a greeting. Undressing was not something one had
to request.
	"Do it slowly" I explained "and wave your body a bit as you do."
Her strip-tease was quite amateurish, but my cock was already
twitching slightly in the wet confines of Stinneh's mouth as Mara
lifted the hem of her tunic up her sun-kissed thighs, revealing
the dark triangle of her bush, then getting into it more,
strutting about the room so I could get a good look at her
tantalizing round ass then turning to face me again as she
flipped the garment over her head so I could watch the heavy
globes of her tits shift about in accordance with her arm
movements.
	"They dance for visiting Sires in the taverns in other towns,
but... I do not know how to do it, Master. I'm sorry. "
	"You did well, Mara." I reassured her in a heavy, breathy voice
"Very well. You can turn out the light now. Faster, Stinneh, and
move your tongue as you do it. Ah, yes. Faster..."
	As the light went out and I got my last glimpse of Mara's naked
silhouette on her way across the moonlit window, I felt my balls
tighten and my cock-head swell inside her sister's mouth. Focused
on following my directions, Stinneh was caught by surprise by the
first blast of cum and I heard her choke a bit in the darkness,
heavier fluid mixing with her spit, running down my shaft toward
my scrotum. As she pulled back in surprise I felt my cock twitch
against her face, sending a couple of spurts into her hair. It
was a small load, and she managed to wrap her lips around the
cock-head in time to catch the last few drops. Sitting back, she
coughed and cleared her throat.
	"I'm sorry, Master. It has been some time since I've served a
Sire this way."
	"It's alright. Just clean me off as before and we can go to
sleep." I lay back drowsily as her lips and tongue bathed my
genitals, remaining half-stiff under her hot breath. She stepped
outside to clean herself and then we cuddled up in the tiny,
cramped bed and slept until dawn.