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Siring ch. 8

by Enkidu

(MF, MFF)


8.
To Market


	Stinneh woke me as she was attempting to maneuver out of bed
around my sleeping form. She halted in mid-crouch over me as I
stirred and fixed me with her lovely green eyes.
	"It's market day, Sire Adam."
	"Oh?"
	"Or tomorrow will be anyway. Mara will be taking some of the
sheep and wool to Torochoza. She wanted to know if you'd like to
go with... heheheheee!" I'd interrupted her by reaching beneath
her and slipping a finger into her cunt. Without bothering to ask
what I wanted, she initiated what was soon becoming a morning
routine for us, spitting into her hand and rubbing the wetness
onto my prick, then angling it up between her spread thighs. She
fixed me with her eyes, grinning widely as the glistening head
disappeared into her hairy snatch and parted her labia. As she
drove it home, sinking fully onto my hips, she closed her eyes
and gave a small content moan. Settling into a leisurely rocking
motion as I kneaded her soft tits, neither of us really
registered Mara's voice outside.
	"Stinneh? Stinneh, where are... oh." Rolling her eyes slightly,
she walked up to us and gave Stinneh a loup slap on her rump.
"Greedy girl!" she said, winking at me "you can get stuffed some
more in a couple of days." She massaged Stinneh's flexing
buttocks as the latter started driving herself down on me even
faster, her eyes flying open but staring ahead with a glazed
expression.
	She hissed a reply at her sister over her shoulder: "And you...
you can't wait to get alone on the road with him, can you?"  Mara
quickly picked up on the game, leaning in behind her to move her
hands over mine, kneading Stinneh's heaving boobs together.
	"Oh, yes... I can't wait to have him suck my tits" Mara moved a
hand back and gave Stinneh another pat on the other buttock.
	"And grab my butt" she lifted the hand to Stinneh's face, the
other quickly taking the hint and suckling breathlessly at the
offered fingers. Mara continued:
	"Maybe he'll feed me his manhood, drive it all the way down my
throat... feed me his seed" she grinned at our communal moan of
approval.
	"Maybe I'll ride him like that, or lay down in the grass and
wrap my legs around him while he plows me, or maybe" she removed
the slick fingers from Stinneh's mouth and lowered her hand out
of sight between their bodies. Stinneh soon hissed a wordless
exclamation and I felt Mara's finger pushing up into her dear
sibling's ass, her other hand softly squeezing my balls.
	"Or maybe he'll just bend me over and spread my ass-cheeks so he
can ram right into my bowels" she leaned in, whispering loudly,
hoarsely, into Stinneh's ear: "You want that? Want your little
baby sister's tiny asshole split open by that beautiful thick
pole you're riding?"
	I couldn't stand it. Between Stinneh's trembling wetness, the
dirty talk, the kinkiness of the finger caressing me through the
thin membrane from her anus and the pressure on my balls, I began
to convulse in a monster orgasm. Mara grinned at feeling my balls
tighten and leaned in to nibble at her sibling's earlobe while
speeding up her fingerfucking.
	"I can feel him twitching. Is he filling you with his seed,
sister?" She taunted while the first spurts found their way into
the clasping birth canal and Stinneh ground her clit down into my
pubic bone. "Can you feel his hot, sticky life-gift spurting
inside you, deep inside you, filling you up?" Stinneh
straightened up and panted at the ceiling in orgasmic bliss,
thighs tensing against my hips. After a bit she relaxed again and
leaned in for a kiss before dismounting me, eyes wide open and
unfocused as Mara's finger slowly withdrew from her asshole. Mara
and I went to wash up, leaving her leaning back on the bed
basking in her afterglow, one arm hugging herself while cupping
her vulva with the other hand as though trying to keep my sperm
from escaping.
	"Did you wish to come with me to Torochoza? I'll be returning in
two days." Mara inquired while filling some wooden canteens
upstream of me as I washed. The weather was brilliantly sunny,
puddles from the past days' rain still scattered all around us.
	"Sure. I passed through on my way here, but didn't really take
the time to look around."
	"After Espera, I doubt there's much to see around here" she
sighed, then perked up a bit "but still, a market day always
means music, and maybe the jugglers from down the coast will be
in town!"
	She separated a couple of sheep each with a lamb in tow from the
fold and we set off, both laden with huge but not very dense
packs of sheared wool, a few wheels of cheese and a jug of fresh
milk. I also took with me my little pouch holding their two
coins, remembering I was expected to carry some currency with me.
Stinneh came out and waved us off, still naked as the day she was
born, yelling at Mara not to forget this-and-that "and pick a
mean one!"
	"What did she mean a mean one?"
	"Oh, didn't you notice we have no dog? She died this spring."
	"Oh, sorry."
	"Nah, she lived a good life. She was strong up until this past
year. I hope I'm as tough as that old bitch when I'm an old
bitch." We both grimaced a bit at the bleak humor, then she
decided to lighten the mood. "But now it means I get to pick a
new puppy, aside from everything else."
	Overloaded as we were, we made slow progress, resting
frequently. We stopped for lunch and a nap on a rough, patched
blanket under a few trees, serenaded by crickets in the stifling
muggy mid-day heat while the sheep alternated between grazing and
dozing, never straying far from my companion's familiar presence.
Both of us having stripped to the waist some time ago, Mara now
unselfconsciously fanned her privates and widespread thighs with
the hem of her skirt as she lay back with her eyes closed. She'd
dressed for the trip not in her usual tan tunic or long rough
dress but in what I took to be her good clothes, a long skirt and
blouse which obviously had been bright red and yellow a long time
ago, now faded and obviously stitched here and there. I watched
the ample tanned breasts I'd admired bouncing in the sunlight for
the past couple of miles rising and shifting with her breaths.
Sweat drying on the dark, oval areolae sent the nipples stiffly
upward into the gentle breeze.
	After a few minutes it suddenly occurred to me that she was
trying to get a point across. She'd positioned herself half off
the blanket so that she could angle her crotch at me and the
waving of her skirt between her widespread knees seemed intended
not to cool her off so much as to waft the aroma of her sex my
way. I tentatively stroked her calf. She grinned, keeping her
eyes closed, and spread her legs further. I knelt between her
thighs and slowly felt my way up to her furry snatch, sensing the
dampness of sweat give way to the slick dampness of her arousal.
She fumbled a bit with the laces on my trousers with one hand as
she traced my shaft through them with the other, then finally
looked up in surprise as I backed away slightly, only to drop her
head back again with an appreciative giggle as I dove my face
between her legs. The air beneath her skirt was filled with her
musk and I began to labor in that hot, stuffy shade, tonguing her
labia and working a single finger slowly into her tight clinging
sex. After only a minute or two she tapped my shoulder away
slightly.
	"Ummm, Sire... I'm sorry, I don't want to stop you, but my
skirt..."
	Understanding, I helped her lift her hips of the ground and slip
the colored garment off and tossed it safely onto a leafy bush,
then dropped my pants while we were at it. I settled back down,
this time in her arms, smothering her with a prolonged, deep
kiss, crushing her soft breasts against me as I gave her a taste
of her own juices. Kissing my way back over her chest and
stomach, dipping my tongue into her bellybutton on the way, I
resumed my earlier ministrations. She was already quite aroused
from her earlier (I now realized, purposeful) flaunting of her
breasts as we walked and our little bit of foreplay so far, that
it wasn't too long before I peeled back her clitoral hood and
latched onto her delicious nub with my lips as she arched her
back and panted out a quiet orgasm.
	I didn't give her much time to recover. My penis achingly stiff,
I climbed back on top of her and positioned it at her dripping
cunt. Despite her now freely flowing juices, she still gasped
slightly as the bulging crown parted her flesh. Remembering her
difficulties, I worked into her slowly, gradually, teasing her as
I stopped to breathe. After a few minutes we were both panting in
the heat and once more dripping with sweat. I slowed my pace a
bit and caressed her face, looking into her eyes.
	"I've been wondering something, Mara."
	"Hm?" she responded dreamily, running her hands over my back,
tracing my flexing mucles.
	"I've been wondering, since you're so - tight!" I drove my
pelvis home and she immediately wrapped her legs around my ass,
holding me in. "Since your cunt is so tight, is it tighter than
your asshole?" I twisted my hips, sending my ballsack wiggling
against her perineum for emphasis. She laughed in surprise and
thought a bit, bringing one hand between us to rake her nails
against my chest as she considered the question.
	"Well, our first sire, back when I was a young girl, he used to
love taking me up the rear. I think it's because I didn't have
much in front yet" she giggled, feeling my cock twitch, and I
resumed moving in and out of her "No tits to speak of until after
I was twenty. Not much bush either, when he won our coins. But I
had some curve to my hip. And a cute little behind. Strong tight
butt. So he'd bend me over. And spread me. Spread my -"
	"How young were you?" I interjected breathlessly.
	"When he won us?"She thought for a couple of thrusts, grinding
her hips into me. "Fifteen. He got us late. Mother hadn't been
sired in some years. We're out of the way. So he'd bend ... bend
my fifteen-year-old twig of a body over. And he'd pry my tight
little girl butt... apart with his strong bony hands. And he'd
oil up my back hole. And he'd... he'd... ooooooh!"
	It had been too much for me. I erupted what seemed like an
endless load into her squeezing cunt. Jet after jet of cum
splattered inside the tight orifice until I could feel the thick
slime backing up along my shaft. Beneath me, Mara lost it as
well, tensing up in a second orgasm. It must've been only a few
seconds, but it seemed like a long time later that I finally
rolled off her, both of us lost in the fireworks inside our own
heads. We took deep breaths, coming down off the last half-hour's
high slightly, though my prick didn't soften more than halfway.
My head was still spinning with thought of a little teenage
version of this seductive woman bent over and waiting to be
sodomized, but every time I pictured it I could only see her as
she was now, bent over for me, waiting for my attentions. I could
hardly wait.
	"I feel so full." She mused. "Feels like you emptied a whole jug
into my hole. If this doesn't grow my belly I don't know what
will." She chuckled. "Um, there's no stream nearby. Would you
like me to clean your manhood with my mouth like Stinneh did that
time?"
	I nodded, pleased at her initiative, and she leaned on her side
and began lapping at my privates. I can't say she was very
enthusiastic about this but she dutifully licked and sucked up
and down and all around my dick, picking up every trace of semen
and vaginal fluid she could find, then bathed my testicles in her
saliva as well. Needless to say by the time she'd completed the
process, I was stiff as a board again. She gave my shaft a slight
waggle and looked around, then at the sky.
	"Did you wish any other service? We should probably get moving
again."
	"So much for rest" I said, and we both smiled at each other.
"No, we can get moving. You can take care of this later."
	We packed up and dressed again. The sheep had wandered slightly
apart and as she gathered them I saw her stop a couple of times
and pull up her skirt to reach a hand at her privates, but she
said nothing about it. We set out at a leisurely pace, both more
tired than two travelers should have been, but neither
complaining. After a while I noticed Mara kept smirking and her
lips were tight, as though she were suppressing laughter. Once,
twice... three times... fourth time, my curiosity got the best of
me.
	"What is so funny and why aren't you letting me in on the joke?"
At this she clapped her hand over her mouth and shook with
laughter. We kept walking. Finally she answered.
	"Nothing. Oh, nothing. It's just a wonder you can't hear it."
	"Hear what?"
	"The sloshing!" She suffered another fit of the giggles. "You
filled me up so much I could feel it as soon as I got up. It's
been shifting around inside me with every step for the past hour.
And it's dripping out. I can feel it. I might stain this skirt
anyway. At least we're almost at Tamane's place and I can wash
up."
	And she was right. As we turned the next bend in the road we
could see a small cluster of homes. I learned this was a tiny
hamlet of only six houses halfway to Torochoza. I'd passed it up
in the night on my first time through the fields. It was not
large enough to have a name, but made a good stopping point. I
didn't even bother asking Mara why she'd insisted we stop off in
the woods instead. This was a woman's world, and despite calling
me "master" I was beginning to learn that Mara didn't flinch from
trying to get her way. As we neared, she waved a greeting to a
woman who waved enthusiastically back. Then shading her eyes and
taking a good look at me, the stranger cupped her hands around
her mouth and yelled out:
	"Congratulations!"
	Mara grinned widely at this and waved again and by the time we
got to their house, a little gathering of half a dozen women of
various ages had popped out of nowhere, all conscientiously
bowing to me while conspicuously sizing me up, and shooting
knowing glances at Mara. I wandered across the road and sat down
on a little bench they pointed me to as they began to chatter
quickly back and forth, occasionally loudly enough that I could
hear.
	"Tamane already left for market." They answered in response to
Mara's queries about getting cleaned up, slightly perplexed.
"Said she's not waiting for you if you don't know enough to catch
first light. But you can use our rain barrel if you've that quick
a need."
	In response to this, Mara shot me a look out of the corner of
her eye, then bent her knees , grabbed the hem of her skirt and
hoisted it up, angling her hips forward and spreading her thighs.
From the dark thatch of her bush and her tiny slit, several
little rivulets of our combined cum had dripped down the insides
of her legs. The hair closest to her vagina and down the crack of
her ass still glistened with thick cream while half-dried streaks
adorned her skin halfway down to her knees. Instead of shock and
consternation, this sight was greeted with uproarious laughter
and clapping, and the women slapped her amicably on the rump as
they escorted her behind one of the cottages. Not for the first
or last time in this strange new world, I felt myself blushing
like a little boy. Worse yet, my prick sprang to life again at
the sight.