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Siring ch. 6-7

by Enkidu

(MFF, oral, anal)



6.
Revelations and Explorations


	I awoke to the most pleasant sight possible. It was nearly but
not quite dawn, a gray, dim light. Outside the hut I could hear
several different kinds of birds chittering away. Stinneh was by
the bed, naked, slipping her sandals on. Bent over as she was,
her luscious behind hovered just a hand's breadth over my face,
showing off her crinkled asshole nestled between her wide,
feminine buttocks and putting her meaty labia squeezed shut by
her flexing thighs so close I could almost stick my tongue out
and lick them. Instead, I quickly brought up my hand and gave her
a loud smack on one buttock, making her jump and making Mara who
was slipping her dress on across the room burst out laughing.
Stinneh grabbed her stinging butt with one hand and twirled with
a sandal in the other, looking a bit disheveled with her hair
flying and her ample bosoms lending a bit too much momentum to
her movement, then started laughing as well as she regained her
balance. As they calmed down, both women's eyes drifted toward my
prick, which was unsurprisingly standing at attention. Stinneh
pursed her lips and eyed me naughtily. Turning around once more,
she bent down and this time purposely presented me with the
delicious treasure between her legs.
	"I beg your gifts, Sire."	
"Greedy" Mara snorted at this and walked out the door, chucking
her elder sister under the chin on her way. I reached out and
grabbed a handful of bare ass.
"Yes, Stinneh, come here and ride me." She spat in her palm and
eagerly moistened her pussy lips then lifted a knee over the bed
and straddled my crotch. I plastered my hands on her wonderful
melons as she closed her eyes and furrowed her brow in
concentration, trying to force me inside her relatively dry
vulva.
"Take your time. I want you to enjoy this too." She opened her
eyes and smiled happily at this and gradually clasped bit by bit
of my penis until she could rest her pelvis on mine, then started
gently rocking back and forth, her juices beginning to flow. She
set a maddeningly slow pace, taking seconds at a time to lift and
lower herself on me, her lower lips clinging visibly around my
thick shaft. Each time my impatient prick would flex inside her
depths, I could feel her breath halt in expectation. I knew I
couldn't last much longer and decided she needed more
stimulation. Pinching her nipples, I pulled her down until I
could reach her mouth and explore every corner of it with my
tongue. Breaking the kiss when we were both breathless, I moved
to her neck and ears, pausing between licks and nibbles to tease
her.
	"You are greedy, Stinneh."
	"Huh?"
	"You wanted this" flexing my pelvic muscles "cock inside of
you?"
	"Mmmyes."
	"You like feeling a thick, fat cock driving into you, splitting
you open."
	"Yes... yesss." Her hips rocking faster and faster on top of me.
	"You want to feel it pulsing inside of you" thrusting upwards
into her now, desperate to come, the pressure in my balls boiling
over "want to feel it flooding you with seed?"
	Her eyes flew open and locked onto mine, her throat emitting an
indrawn whimper of surprise, her hips frantically slapping
against me. I continued breathlessly.
	"Do you... do you want to feel my seed inside you. Do you want
to grip my cock inside you until it fills you... what do you
want, Stinneh... say... mngh... it!" Suddenly I exploded into
her, splashing what felt like a bucketful of sperm against her
cervix.
	"I... ah... want..." our eyes both shut tightly, she desperately
rode my shaft through my climax. Forcing myself back to some
capacity for speech, I said what she couldn't:
	"A child."
	"Yeeeeeehhhhnssssss!" she shrieked and seemed to lose all motor
control as she collapsed on top of me, her pelvis digging
downwards spasmodically, trying to milk me even more as our
combined fluids drooled out of her and flooded hotly over my
balls. We lay there catching our breaths for a long time. I felt
her sobbing against my chest as my dick finally softened and
slipped out of her, and could feel a few warm tears drip on my
skin. I moved her tangled, sweaty hair aside and caressed her
cheek and temples.
	"Sorry... `msorry, Sire." She managed between sobs.
	"Shh. It's alright. You're a wonderful woman, Stinneh."
	Her crying ceased after only a minute or so. She rolled off my
chest and lay on her side clutching at me, heavy breast resting
on my arm, her eyes closed as she spoke.
	"I... I do want a child. I always have. It never worked before.
They didn't last. Never even got to live. Died inside me. I
didn't want to spoil your pleasure."
	"You didn't spoil anything, Stinneh." I said, softly kissing her
forehead, then her lips. "And I hope to give you the child you
want."
	"I do not even know if I am still fertile. I have not ceased to
bleed yet, but the medicine from the magi, it does not extend
childbearing as much as it does youth, does it? That is what I
hear. That is what the women in the villages all say. I am almost
too old."
	"I don't know. I don't know anything about magic. In my..." I
caught myself. I'd almost said `in my world' - had almost slipped
and confessed to being an alien, a subject which Classus had
specifically warned me to avoid discussing. "In my whole life
I've only taken the medicine, myself."
	We rested there for another minute, then I dashed out to empty
my painfully full bladder. Stinneh was already dressed and out
the door by the time I returned. She'd wiped away her tears but
couldn't hide anything from her sister, whom I saw following her
from the garden, rake in hand. They talked for a while and
hugged, Mara shooting me several glances, her look of concern
gradually melting to a beaming smile as I put on my boots and
headed off for the day. I'd packed a bit of food and started
uphill to see what I could find. The day was overcast so somewhat
less scorching even if a bit stuffy, and I made good time along
the little paths northwards. I had to consider my situation.
	As pleasant as the sisters were, I had no intention of spending
my life with them alone when I had a whole world of beautiful,
ever-youthful women to claim. My best bet was to seek out more
isolated homesteads up toward the mountains, where more
well-to-do men didn't bother laying claim. Once I had a few more
coins in my little leather purse, I could gamble on a small
village. The only other alternative was to abandon the little
headway I'd made here and strike out over the mountains to reach
a large city, and I saw no reason to do so.
	At about mid-day, sitting on a fallen log by the edge of the
forest and nibbling on a bit of bread and cheese, I heard a sharp
whistle behind me. Startled, I turned to see a group of women
emerge from the treeline, waving at me. They were wearing leather
pants and boots and rough gray shirts and most were carrying
large hunting bows and quivers of arrows or spears and
vicious-looking hunting knives. They were friendly enough, if so
much could not be said of the couple of large dogs which kept
eyeing me and growling distrustfully. The last four girls were
carrying bulging, bloody backpacks of what used to be woodland
animals. There were ten women in total, hailing from a village
I'd unwittingly passed half an hour down a fork in the road. They
all politely bowed and sat a bit to eat with me, freely offering
a bit of dried meat to supplement my rations and grilling me for
information. A new man in the region was after all juicy gossip.
Yes, they had a master, unfortunately. Fortunately, they also
traded with the surrounding groups of women, and could direct me
to at least two places they believed were unclaimed. They were
both up in the mountains, at least half a day up two forks in the
path from the source of a nearby stream. A handful of them knew
Mara and Stinneh and whistled and clapped merrily upon hearing
I'd claimed their homestead. Transmitting well-wishes for the two
sisters, they packed up and started down the road as I continued
in the opposite direction. After only fifty steps or so, though,
I heard another attention-grabbing whistle behind me. Half a
dozen of them had lagged behind the others. As they saw me turn
to look, they promptly turned away, dropped their pants around
their knees and shook their asses at me in unison. Custom may
prevent them from actual fucking but a bit of well-intentioned
mooning, a mockery of the offering ritual, was obviously not out
of the question. I clapped twice in appreciation and grinned at
their crystalline laughter as they pulled their leather pants
back up, waved goodbye again and sauntered off after their
fellows.
	I reached the landmark they'd mentioned, a little cascading
trickle of water which marked the head of a stream, not long
after. The rocky outcropping from which it sprang made an
excellent vantage point. I could see some wisps of smoke
downhill, but I knew from the girls' chatter that this would be
their claimed village. Deciding to make a day of it, I refilled
my water pouch and headed back.
	At the homestead, Mara and Stinneh had had some sort of argument
about the proper care of newly-sheared wool or somesuch and were
ignoring each other. Though I was exhausted from my all-day hike,
my balls felt ready to burst and a little spat between my
servants wasn't going to stand in the way of my erection. I left
my pack inside the hut and tracked Mara down at the edge of the
forest, looking gloomy in the evening gloom. She'd abandoned her
tunic and was dressed only in her loose skirt, breasts proudly on
display as she tended to prefer them. Her floppy straw hat lay
beside her on the ground. Tearing blades of grass around her
angrily, she nonetheless perked up a bit at my approach.
	"Welcome, Master." She smirked knowingly and flipped a bit of
hair out of her face. "Do you desire my service?"
	By way of reply, I simply unlaced my pants and let them drop.
Mara chuckled as she leaned back on one elbow and lifted the
front of her skirt, spreading her legs invitingly.
	"Yes, but actually, I'd like your mouth for now." It was already
too dark to see whether the expression on her face showed any
disappointment at this, but she quickly, wordlessly got up on her
knees before me, skirt falling to obscure the darker patch
between her legs again. Her hands fumbled with my balls as she
guided my cock to her lips. Peeling back the foreskin she gave my
meat a few tentative licks then engulfed the head and suckled on
it for a bit before trying to fit more inside her mouth, stopping
with her lips halfway down the shaft. Clearly the two women's
previous Sires had been lax in instructing them. Mara had no
qualms about bobbing her head on my shaft but in a haphazard way.
I gripped the back of her head and set a faster rhythm, easing
off a couple of times as I heard her gag when my cockhead punched
the back of her throat, her tongue dancing around my thick shaft
trying to make room and drool soaking into my pubes. Luckily,
after a day of recuperation and thoughts of the huntresses' firm,
toned, wide, naked, waving hips running through my mind, I had a
hair trigger. I soon grabbed Mara's head with both hands and kept
her mouth locked halfway onto me, telling her to get ready. She
gave an alarmed squeal as the first bursts rocketed against her
tonsils and clamped down trying to suck everything in as I poured
a seemingly endless torrent of semen into her throat. She was
unable to keep up with the flow and soon pulled back from my
twitching cock gurgling and swallowing hard, as I sent more jets
of cum against her skin. She looked up at me. Her chin shone
wetly in the starlight along with small twinkles of drool and
sperm on her chest.
	I slept in Mara's bed again that night, after a quiet meal,
though we didn't do much sleeping. I woke her twice to finger her
and oil her privates (though she needed it less and less) and
climb between her legs to ravage her. She was becoming gradually
less apprehensive. The second time, as I hovered over her, prick
ready to spear her narrow love-channel, she brought her legs
around my waist and pulled me in eagerly. She orgasmed wetly
around my twitching shaft as I gave her the last few drops of cum
I had in me, then sighed contentedly as we relaxed again.
 By morning their argument was old news and Stinneh giggled
girlishly at my bite-marks on her baby sister's tits. I awoke to
a drizzly day and a painful soreness throughout the muscles in my
legs from the previous day's forced march, so I spent the day
mostly indoors reading through a little travelogue I'd brought
with me from Espera. It was obviously written for men,
encouraging wide-ranging travel to exotic locations to fertilize
the local women. The booklet was fascinating to my charges,
neither of which as I found out could read much more than their
own names, and somehow between getting ridden by Stinneh before
lunch and humping Mara on all fours to work up an appetite for
dinner, I got talked into reading them bedtime stories about
faraway peoples and customs. They listened enraptured to
descriptions of the central African jungles and their
curly-haired inhabitants with skin as dark as -
	"That's where that girl Apali comes from!" They exclaimed at one
point.
	"And those women down south that Sire Mateo brought with him
from the port towns too."
	"And those two sires that went up north over the mountains those
times."
	I finished the story and turned off the lamp, settling between
Stinneh's legs for another leisurely fuck before bed.
	"Master Adam?" She asked.
	"Yes?" I said, my prick poised at her nether regions, finding
her cunt lips already moist with anticipation.
	"Thank you... mmmmh" she moaned as I entered her almost fully in
one continuous motion. "For your gifts."
	I buried my face in her generous cleavage by way of response,
feeling her ribcage echo with her delighted giggling as I started
thrusting into her. Squishing sounds and the smell of sex filled
the tiny cottage as she wrapped her legs around my back and began
to flex her hips upwards, meeting my thrusts. Her cunt felt
dripping wet and quivered around me and her breathing quickly
became ragged. I licked my way up her neck and bit an earlobe.
	"Cum for me, Stinneh. I want to feel your climax around my
shaft. And tomorrow" I added loud enough for Mara to hear "I'll
eat both your pussies."
	"Ah!" She clutched me tightly to her, the spasming of her vagina
almost enough to send me over the edge. I resumed fucking her as
she relaxed and began to caress my back and reached down,
grabbing my buttocks to pull me into her. Wanting to prolong the
fun, I had us pause a bit to cool down, then flipped under her,
finding her copious secretions had left a wet spot on the sheet.
She eagerly drove her sodden pussy onto me, fucking me for her
own pleasure without a trace of servile hesitation remaining.
Grabbing one of her tits and pulling it to me so I could suck on
the nipple, I glued my other hand to her bouncing ass, digging my
fingers into it. She shuddered again soon in a smaller orgasm,
then realizing my cock was still hard inside her kept going. I
ran my finger down the trail of pussy-juice along her tailbone
down to her asshole. Her ass-cheeks tightened a bit at the touch
but she didn't miss a beat, her hips continually rising and
falling on me. Feeling bolder I gathered a bit more moisture with
my index finger and pressed against her narrow rear passage until
the outer sphincter started to give, then used the tip of my
finger to direct her movements up and down my shaft, the
incredibly erotic feeling bringing me to the brink of orgasm.
	"Has anyone ever taken you back there?"
	"Oh yes, Master. All four of our past Sires liked entering
through my back door some times." My cock swelled inside her as
she continued, leaning in close, her hot, heavy breath caressing
my ear in a conspiratorial whisper barely audible through the
rain outside: "Though truth be told, they always liked my younger
sister's bung-hole better. She's quite... eager, to be taken
thus, you know."
	It was too much. I grunted and drove my hips up into her,
coating her vagina with semen while she stood up straight on my
pole, steadying herself with her palms against my chest, laughing
softly at the effect she'd had on me. We settled to spooning on
the narrow bed and I almost immediately passed out.



7.
Taking It Up and Going Down on the Farm


	Over the next few days, the weather turned cloudy, and on the
third or fourth a light, persistent drizzle set in. The next day
was even rainier and the sisters chose it as a laundry day. I
read them a bit about the wonders of the far north where the
women are fair-skinned and fair-haired and night lasts for months
at a time as they stripped naked before tubs of soapy water and
started scrubbing, their rounded breasts jiggling distractingly
with their vigorous movements. After a while I stood and wrapped
my arms around Stinneh's waist, nesting my cock in her ass-crack.
She looked back expectantly, about to offer service, but I just
pulled her tight and nibbled the nape of her neck.
	"Just keep washing for now. I'll entertain myself a bit." And
with this, I reached around to fondle her breasts. I smiled at
Mara across the table from us as I lifted each tit and let it
settle again, tweaked Stinneh's nipples and rubbed my hands all
along her front down to her bush. She raised her head a bit in
frustration when I didn't continue downwards but dutifully kept
scrubbing. Repeating the motion a couple of times, I finally
dipped two fingers between her legs, which she excitedly spread
by another step to allow me access. Her steamy pussy gripped my
digits with no trace of having ridden a fat cock all last evening
and I soon had her braced with both hands against the table,
bucking her hips against my hand trying to get herself off, her
washing forgotten. I pulled a nipple roughly, drove a third
finger into her cunt and rubbed my wrist against her clit and she
finally bent over, pushing her tail-bone onto my cock, exhaling
deeply as she came and not noticing that she was dipping the tip
of her hair into the soapy water before her. Then she wiggled her
hips against me, feeling my hard shaft with her butt-cheeks and
looked over her shoulder grinning widely.
	"I feel something that might require my service." And though it
was tempting to just angle my prick down a bit and ram into her
immediately, I had something else in mind.
	"Oh, yes. In fact... you do remember how to offer service, don't
you, Stinneh?" She turned to face me and nodded, staring me in
the eyes intently, strands of her matted over her face and her
soft, voluminous breasts rising and falling with her excited
breathing. I motioned her toward the bed and she climbed it on
all fours, tits swaying as she moved, her dripping slit visibly
spread and engorged and her crinkled anus pointing up at me. She
spoke in a breathy voice.
	"I beg what gifts you would freely give, Sire."
	"I accept your service, Stinneh. And what form will that service
take? Show me. And tell me."
	She rested her tits, shoulders and face on the bed and reached
between her legs to dig a finger between her labia.
	"My womanhood, Master. My... my quim. My cunt. Yours to take, as
you please."
	"Is that all?" I asked with mock disappointment, winking at Mara
who stifled a laugh as I waved the little bottle of tail-oil
before Stinneh's face. The older woman's eyes widened a bit
remembering last night's conversation and then she smiled. Her
hand moved over her back to point a finger down at her tiny brown
rear entrance.
	"And... and this, Master. My butt-hole, my ass. Take your
pleasure through my ass-hole. Please." I could scarcely believe
this lovely, quiet, hard-working peasant woman was lying naked
before me with her ass in the air, begging me to sodomize her.
	"Spread yourself open for me. Use both hands to spread your
ass-cheeks apart. Beautiful." My cock twitched in unison with the
nervous flexing of her wrinkled orifice as I spread the oil onto
it and amused myself with the sphincter's rubbery resistance
before pushing the first knuckle of my middle finger past it. She
clamped down on my digit with a short intake of breath, then
began to relax and slowly admitted more of my intrusion. Pretty
soon I was repeatedly plumbing the depths of her warm insides and
spreading another drop or two of the oil into her with every
push. Mara was absentmindedly fiddling with the wash basin as she
watched me giving her sister the finger. Retracting partway, I
added a second digit, allowed her involuntary clenching to cease
and fingered her a bit more until she seemed ready for the main
event. Stinneh's eyelids flew open as she felt my oiled cock-head
replace my fingers at her rear entrance. She moaned feeling her
anal ring dimple and part around the stiff pressure and gripped
the bed sheet as I gradually fed inch after inch of my erection
into her clenching hot bowels. Her tightness was almost
unbearable, the scorching pressure compressing my shaft as her
bowels clenched around the invading stiffness. Stopping for a bit
to let her catch her breath only after I could feel her ample ass
against my pelvis, I lay a hand on each fleshy buttock and drew
my shaft slowly out again, glorying in her sphincter's delicious
dragging sensation around my retreating phallus. With the
cock-head still inside her, Stinneh winced and gave several
involuntary, half-painful spasms. I dug my fingers into her ass,
fighting not to come immediately.
	"Are you all right, Stinneh?"
	"Aaaah. Yes, mmm-master." She bit her lip, then grinned. "It
always feels like being split in two when first entered." She
groaned as I advanced once more into her rectum . The sensations
of her pulsating insides were too much for me. I decided to not
even try to hold back my orgasm. She whimpered constantly during
every slow thrust and gripped the bedsheet, biting her lip. After
only a few more thrusts she let out a loud squeal feeling me
violently impale her one last time and pulse a torrent of cum
against the shit inside her.  I paused a bit, feeling Stinneh's
involuntary spasms massage my softening shaft, then let it get
slurped out of her asshole. She immediately stumbled to her feet,
her ass cheeks clenched tightly:
	"Oh, Master, I'm sorry, I need to... right away..." and made for
the door.
	I went out after her and set off for the creek as she made a
desperate dash for the outhouse and Mara's laughter cascaded
after us. After washing the mix of cum, oil and shit from my
penis, I headed back through the light summer rain to find
Stinneh laying face-down on her bed while Mara still teased her,
giggling.
	"It had just been too long" Stinneh was saying "and I'd
forgotten how to relax. So when he penetrated me I clenched."
	"I should've gotten you a fake wood cock like Stilena has down
at the tavern." Mara giggled "A nice thick one to keep up your
ass so you can practice."
	"Oh, pffff!" Stinneh twisted stiffly on the bed, with obviously
more than her pride sore at the moment, grabbed a rag and tossed
it at her sister's head. Mara just grabbed it out of mid-air,
dropped it into the wash basin and stuck her tongue out.
	"The washing's all but done, Master. Would you like any other
service now? You've worn my poor sister out I think, but I'll
gladly take her place!" She grinned expectantly.
	"Hmmm. I think I'd like to lie down a bit myself, first."
	Mara glanced from my wilted cock to Stinneh's upturned asshole
and chuckled again. We ate and then spent the afternoon lazily
cuddling in bed and chatting. The sisters listened avidly to an
account of the rice-paddies of the orient and the small, graceful
women who work them. Teasing Mara's nipples as my prick dug into
the small of her back, I felt quite up to another round. I nudged
her onto her back and leaned in for a deep kiss. Her muscular
tongue danced expertly around mine, proof of all the practice
she'd had with Stinneh and other women. Half a breathless minute
later I pulled back and whispered:
	"I want to taste your lips, Mara."
	She closed her eyes and leaned in again, but I held back.
Opening her eyes with her lips still half-puckered, she stared at
me, nonplussed.
	"Not those lips." I smiled. After only a second, she grinned
from ear to ear and eagerly scooted up on the bed spreading her
legs. Stopping to plant kisses in the enchanting valley between
her heavy breasts and on her tanned belly, I finally inhaled the
musky aroma of her aroused sex. Giving her a few tentative licks,
I felt her fingers in my hair and looked up to see her staring
down at me with an intent, almost predatory look. I smiled and
got back to business. Licking up the thin film of pussy-juice
coating her labia, I alternated between lapping at her clit and
digging my tongue into her cunt as far as I could. However, it
was clear that as far as eating pussy, I couldn't hope to compete
with the women' own experience. It was taking a long time for her
to come and starting to feel my mouth tiring I focused on
flicking the tip of my tongue on her clit and sucking on it, soon
rewarded with a light, girlish whimper as her thighs stiffened
around my head. However lackluster my performance was, it had
apparently given Mara quite a thrill. Sporting a nonstop silly
grin, she gushingly thanked me for my gifts.
	"So few Sires take the time to do that. It was wonderful!"
	"Was it wonderful even though I lack the skill of a woman?"
	Mara's smile faded a bit, unsure how to handle the issue of
criticizing her master. Stinneh chimed in from across the room:
	"It's different. The look, the feel of your face. The way you
breathe, the feel of your hands. Even your beard!" She chuckled.
I was indeed sporting quite a scratchy chin covering, being
unable to shave with a straight-razor yet. My few attempts so far
had made me look as though I'd had wild animals clawing at my
face. I decided to press the issue.
	"But you do agree that I need more practice, then?" I got up and
started walking to where she was lying on the other bed.
	"I..." She almost panicked, then caught on and moved to the edge
of the bed spreading her legs: "Free your gifts, Sire."
	I stopped to kiss her, chin still drenched in her sister's
juices, then knelt before her and dove into her snatch like a
starving man. Having not come since I'd flooded her ass earlier,
my excitement was getting the better of me. I slurped hungrily at
her clit while driving a finger up her cunt and kept at it until
I began to feel her breathing change. She spread her thighs even
farther apart and grabbed onto the back of my head, pressing my
mouth into her.
	"Tell me, Stinneh. Tell me what you want. This is for your
pleasure."
	"Mmmff... faster... just faster, just as you're doing but
faster... yesss...ah."
	Ever helpful, Mara weighed in from behind me:
	"She likes it when you bite down on her nub through your lips
when she's close. Always brings her to a boil."
	I followed her advice and was rewarded with a gush of fluid from
Stinneh's cunt. She laughed through her orgasm, breathlessly,
maniacally, then collapsed on the bed, still giggling softly. I
couldn't wait for her to recover. Climbing above her, I grabbed
her luscious breasts and pressed them around my cock, spitting on
her chest for a bare minimum of lubrication. She only grinned and
sat back with her eyes closed for a while, then remembered
something:
	"Master, could you... your seed, could you bring it forth inside
me?"
	Nearly on the edge already, I felt myself about to erupt at
being asked to impregnate this delicious female specimen, with
her pussy juice still on my face, after only hours earlier having
reamed her narrow rear passage. I dropped down between her legs
and penetrated her fully in an instant, desperately thrusting
into her for half a minute before splattering her cervix with
semen. The whole thing might have hurt her had she not been so
aroused already that I slipped into her heavenly clinging wetness
without any trouble. As things were, she only accepted it and
thanked me as we shared a deep kiss, the intoxicating aroma of
womanhood permeating the air. We washed up and went to sleep
spooning, my cock half hard as it nested between the buttocks it
had mercilessly split apart earlier.