Life in the Epoch – Pt. 05

I returned to the good old bald rock early afternoon, feeling a little odd about having a bit of fun away from home, but also reminding myself that it was sanctioned. Hell, Allie had even encouraged it. But still. Between Quinn and Bell, I’d wracked up some epic strange for a married guy in his forties.

Even more, though, I was thinking of Nala… Rachel, and the baby I’d apparently given her. When we’d met, it’d been a heat of the moment, idle-time before a fight thing, and I hadn’t understood entirely what the impacts of feeding her my cum would be. She’d been angry at me for the creampie I left in her pussy, but spread her legs for round two quickly enough. Did it work that fast? Had I, fired up with the anticipation of a fight and lust, ignored her protests? How fast and intensely did this work?

It had certainly been fast with Bell. By the time I’d calmed her down, she was running her hands over her stomach, the dark mood lifting as her fingers slipped across her pelvis and between her legs over her fatigue pants, the flush of arousal burning in her cheeks, the scent of apples filling the air as she caught herself and pulled away.

“You’re looking a little piqued, Bell,” I teased as she stood. I caught her hand and pulled her to my lap, grabbing her log red hair again to pull her close to me, “I can help with that.”

“I have to go mmmm,” she complained as I kissed her, and pushed me away, still in my lap, her hips grinding against me despite her protests. “I have to-” I’d slipped one hand to her pants, popping the belt and fly easily to slip one hand down the front. I discovered a short bush that was sticky and wet with her lust as my fingers slid through it. “Nooo, Travers, no… ahhhh!”

I’d found her love button, sliding my fingers through the lips of her sodden labia, digging myself into the folds as she writhed against my digits. Her little clit was engorged, slipping eagerly under my thumb as I pressed it. “Then go.”

“Ahhhn, Travers, I can’t… I have to…. Oh my god… I have to get back!”

“Just stand up if you have to go, then,” I stopped, letting my fingers slip from her, dragging them out of her pants reluctantly, “I’ll stop.”

She stood in a rush, hauling her pants up, looking at me over her shoulder, that wide, slightly mischievous face unsure, reluctant. “Goddamn you, Travers, you make Jacobs look like a two-pump fuckboy, your women must be bow-legged, I told you-“

“I know, I know, you gotta go,” I interrupted her as she walked back toward the tree we’d had our deepthroat session at, gathering her things without looking at me. “But I think you want more.”

She picked up her bag, back to me, her bottoms clinging to her tight little apple ass, soaked through with her own juices, and stopped, “what?”

“Just look at me.” I sat in the grass, watching her take that in, resting on my elbows, turgid prick standing like a flagpole from the front of my open pants. I’d remembered how much I loved it when I made the decision theirs, to climb on or bolt… goddamn, the hunt was the one thing I missed in my domestic bliss.

She half-turned, her head swivelling to take me in as I smiled up at her, and her bright blue eyes locked onto my cock, of course. Bell turned her back to me, hanging her head. “Fuck,” she whispered just loud enough I could hear, and dropped her duffel.

Bell silently walked to the tree, on surprisingly long legs, tossing the jacket on the ground, unbuttoned her pants and pushed them and her sensible panties down to reveal her glistening snatch to me. She bent, hands braced on the tree, flat belly arched deep, ass up, head hanging between her shoulders in self-defeat, long red locks dangling.

I enjoyed the view, unbuttoning my own pants, taking in the pale skin of the rounded ass in front of me, pleasingly round and smooth, an ass begging for a good slap. Between those pretty cheeks was a dark valley of her pussy, a short red bush topping it at is yawned open for me, so slick and glistening wet that I thought I might not even have to push to slide in.

Bell gasped as I took one cheek in my hand and squeezed hard, letting my fingers dig into her, using the head of my straining cock to slip up and down the dripping entrance of her fuck-sleeve, wetting it with her juices.

“Don’t torture me, Travers,” she begged as I played with her, enjoying the nearness of the heat of her, feeling the tingle of excitement build in my loins. I slapped her ass hard so she’d yelp and I took her, sliding in, feeling almost no resistance to the first three inches of my cock as her worked opening took it, slick and soupy like a humid summer day. My cockhead bathed in her gushing heat and Bell sighed loudly, pushing back onto me as I drove into her, “ahhh! Oh my go-aaahhhh!”

She began to feel it as I broke into her deeper, going rigid and throwing her head back as my cockhead kissed the entrance to her womb, my thick prick making her stretch in ways she never knew she could. She felt fantastic, tightly wrapping me in her sex. esenler escort Hot and syrupy wet, rippling tightly around me as I drove forward, “oh god, fuck fuck fuhhhh-uck.”

“The way you blow,” I hushed her, “I’d figured you for a size queen.” I rubbed my hands over the small of her back to relax the clamping muscles, my thumbs working her wherever she tensed as I began to push against that beautiful, bouncy, ass, sheathed fully in her, not giving up an inch, “but I can tell you’ve never been broken in all the way,” and I gave her a hard double pump punctuated with a firm ass-slap as I claimed her body to a yelp.

Bell hissed like a cat as I pushed steadily against her ass, burying myself deep in her and rotated my hips slightly as I pushed to my root, torturing the walls of her grasping pussy. “Ah! Ahhh..,” she was beginning to like it. Wetness slipped down my balls as they slapped into Bell’s clit and she moaned, “nnnng, nnn’soo fullll…”

“Good girl, good girl… ” I crooned to her as I withdrew, “ohh yeah look at that,” her pussy snapped wetly as she sighed with relief and pleasure at me dragging my length back over her g-spot “look at that frothy pussy, you’re a great lay, Bell.”

Bell looked back over her shoulder at me, her jaw working, eyes wide. I could feel it, the little bumps in her pussy, the kaleidoscoping tightness building as I held her tight to my hips and pummelled her womb. “It’s coming it’s coming..,” she panted and I shoved the top and sports bra she wore up to grab on of her heavy, pink, tits, the large aereola puffy and the nipple that capped the firm tit hardening in my palm, “oh god, it’s cuaaa-haaa ah ah ahhhhhh!”

Bell wailed as she came, her straining pussy gushed and twisted on my shaft, working me with every silky stretched inch, gushing on my cock, soaking my hips in her sweet smelling cum. I pumped hard as her body quaked and her eyes rolled back. Her hands fell from the tree and I caught her pulling her shaking body tightly to me, her slack mouth too tempting, I pressed my mouth to her and she responded weakly, pressing her tongue to mine as we collapsed to our knees, my shaft still pumping hard into her.

Bell’s pussy milked me eagerly as she pressed her ass back onto my cock and I pressed her chest to the ground with a hand on her back. Moaning a guttural animal noise that Allie and Danni only made when I’d spent the evening absolutely ravishing them, another orgasm chained into her first and Bell wailed as my pummelling.

“Ahhh, ahhhhggggoddddd! Ah god! Ahhhhh,” it was loud, rising in pitch, and I couldn’t resist grabbing the back of her head by her hair and pulling her back to make the wail louder as I felt the pressure in my balls regain to break.

“Good girl, Bell,” I groaned, and loosed a seemingly endless stream of cum in her beaten snatch.

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By the time I got home, the memory of Bell collapsing in the grass with a red hand print on her sexy ass, my pearly cum welling from between her perfect pink pussy lips, was fading as I headed to the slip, lowering the main sail as I coasted in and found Allie and Danni waiting for me.

Their nostrils flared, nearly pulling me bodily from the boat, they examined me, sniffing and giving me long, burning looks as they slid their hands into my pants, sampling the leavings of my time with Bell.

“Did you find anything out,” Allie demanded, ripping my fly open as Danni popped buttons on the sweater shirt I wore to strip it from me.

“Yes, I-“

“Later,” Danni hissed and spun me to her, grabbing my hardening cock and kissing me hard, biting my lower lip to draw blood.

“What the fuck has gotten into you two?”

I was trying to fend them off, but they were coming at me from both sides, pulling off my clothes and biting at me with every kiss.

“It was that Bell, the redhead,” Danni told Allie, completely ignoring me.

Nodding, Allie fixed me with a dark glare as she licked her hand that had been stroking me, “she tastes good. Bitch.”

“Danni, babe,” I asked confused “are you back to us? What’s happening here,” I pleaded. Danni ignored me, a shake rattling her shoulders as she wrapped a leg over my hips to grind against me.

“I’m back.” Grabbing me by the balls, Danni dragged me to the larger sailboat that we’d used to escape Calabogie. She and Allie shooed me onto it and into the sleeper cabin.

“Allie, baby, you told me… you knew-“

Danni pulled me toward the bed, and Allie closed the door behind us, the cabin going mostly dark. “I know what I told you, moya lyubova.”

“But I didn’t break our rules, what’s happening?” Something about this was off, they seemed… not angry, but ravenous, like I was prey, “girls, please. Talk to me.”

Four hands shoved me in the dark and I found myself on the sleeper at the front of the boat as I heard clothing hit the floor. It was a tight space, barely enough for two adults comfortably. The pressed in on me on either side.

“Shut bayrampaşa escort the fuck up, Calvin,” Danni told me and pounced.

*

It was dark when I woke up, and I was sore, and hurt in a hundred small spots and was desperately thirsty.

Astride me, Danni still held my soft prick in her entrance, cum slowly pooling out of her and over my skin. Her naked body was pressed to mine, her large breasts spread across my chest, belly on mine feeling as if we were glued together. The faint light in the sailboat’s sleeper cabin was barely enough to see the flash of her eyes as she lifted her head from my chest.

“You’re awake,” she informed me, planting a gentle kiss on my cheek. “You okay?”

Blinking, I pressed a cold hand to my face and tried to stop the world from spinning. “What did you two do to me? I feel like death.”

Danni slapped my chest. “You’re just dehydrated. Big baby.” Danni shifted, raised herself from my chest, all of her weight pressing painfully into my pelvis.

“Ahh, Jesus, what the hell?”

“You might be a little sore. We worked you hard to get her stink off you.”

Still getting my bearings, I sat up, felt the world spin, and fell back down as Danni stood. “Ah! I… Danni, what’s going on? Are we alright?”

Her finger pressed to my lip. “Baby, you came home stinking of her and we both just… it made us feel competitive. A little feral.”

“Wha?”

“Allie drank from you twice and she made you ride her once. Her pussy is still raw, so be gentle with her tonight…”

My dick hurt at the thought of even attempting an erection, “tonight? What?”

“…and you, mister, got a nice load down my throat and that took care of those shakes, and then this hungry little kiska,” she punched Allie’s’ Russian word for her own pussy, “got a three course meal.”

I could barely get a handle on the here and now, even the math was defeating me, but I stabbed at it, “I came seven times?”

“Eight if you count your morning wood with Allie, and then probably twice more with the redhead, right? That’s ten. That’s a busy day even for you, hon.” She patted my leg in the darkness. “Get your shit together and meet us all at the table.”

I heard the cabin door open, and the thump of a thermos of water next to me, “oh my god, jump in the lake too. You smell like a whorehouse.”

*

More than a little afraid that there was going to be some kind of comeuppance for Bell, I drank my thermos of water, immediately feeling better. A dip in the lake helped too. My memories of the afternoon started to take shape as I climbed out of the lake, a non-stop haze of my women’s mouths and tits and asses, no words, just animal grunts and sighs, lust and jealousy-fuelled sex.

Allie stood with a small pile of clothes for me on the dock, looking down at me in the water with a grin as I climbed out.

“I like that you do not shrink in the cold water,” she smiled, reaching out to my half-mast prick. “He has had a long day, moya lyubova,” she stroked gently, her warmth filling me.

“Seriously, Allie, please, if you two are gonna throw me out of bed or something, just tell me. I feel like I’m in trouble.”

She held out a pair of boxers to me that I dragged over my wet legs as I shivered, and then pants. “You are not in trouble, this is just your own guilt for enjoying someone else, Calvin. We have balanced things out.”

I buttoned the old jeans and accepted a t-shirt and cardigan, “I feel like you’re both upset.”

“We are, but not at you,” her hazel eyes flashed in the gloom of evening. “I am upset I couldn’t give you enough and resorted to Quinn. Danni is upset about Quinn still. She hated hearing the sounds of our lovemaking without being a part of it, so Quinn is done now. Wendy says she’s likely well immunized, and Danni and I are both angry at ourselves for allowing it to happen in our bed.”

I took her by the hips and pulled her close, “what about Bell?”

Slender arms ringed my neck, and Allie pulled herself to my lips. “We both liked the taste and scent of her. If she does not murder us all, we may be willing to see if she is worthy of a place here.”

She dropped back from her toes, my lips warm from her kiss, “now come on, everyone is waiting for you to debrief us.”

“Wait.. Allie,” she turned back to me, pulling me by my hand, “what about Danni, is she back in bed with us?”

Allie smiled, wide and toothy, and unabashed, “yes she is. We had a good talk and cry before we spotted you and our heat went wild.”

*

The ‘debrief’ was a positive one. I ran through what Bell had told me, what I’d told her, and I skipped the good bits, despite everyone clearly knowing they’d happened.

“So basically, Bell, and at least a few others really are looking for a safe place and help. She doesn’t trust the whole group. She won’t say why, but-“

“-they’re obviously looking for males they can take back to Foley to trade their way up in these ‘rings,” Danni broke in. arnavutköy escort “That ex of yours and the older woman looked at you and Bailey like cattle. Not like Bell with her hero worship and fuck-me eyes, or the rest.”

Shrugging, I nodded and pushed my hair out of my face, “yeah, probably. It seems likely. I think she might be lying about some things herself, though.”

“Like what,” Danni asked.

I thought back to railing Bell, her pussy tight, working my cock up into her, how fresh her tits were… “I’m not one hundred percent sure, but I have a feeling.”

Joe looked over at Luis, holding Aria’s hand tightly. “We need to start working on building a bridge to the next island. We need the space even more now if we’re talking about more bodies here, and we’ll need to get some space going for a second garden and chicken coop at a minimum.”

Aria, a little green around the gills, piped in, “are these women all looking for a man to… be with” she trailed off, and I caught Wendy pulling away from Luis. That wound wasn’t healed yet.

“Some for sure, yeah. They don’t know how many men are here, but I think they figure more than I’m admitting. Some of them will have kids too. I don’t know how many, but I’d like to help them get away from this Geddy woman.”

“But some of them want a man, is what she’s asking, Cal,” Wendy came in strong. “As in, our men.”

I looked down at the table and tapped it. “I think there may be a couple of men too, but yeah, that’s a possibility, Wendy.”

A pregnant, angry pause filled the room. Wendy seemed to be fighting tears, looking away from Aria, who was making a face of extreme inner conflict. Joe and Luis seemed to be trying to shrink into their chairs. Danni watched me closely.

“Nobody has to welcome a third,” Allie spoke clearly, firmly, locking eyes with all of them, “or even a fourth,” she held Danni’s gaze, “into their bed without truly wanting to.”

Wendy started to speak and Allie held up her hand, “let me speak.” Everyone settled down. “We all know we have to help these people. Even if Calvin didn’t have a surprise daughter tucked away there, we’d have to. We all remember how bad Klossinger’s camp was, and these people are suffering their own version. We can’t sit by.

“We also don’t have to surrender what we have to them,” she continued. “Daniella and I worked hard to build this with Calvin, and love grew between us,” she reached across to Danni and took her hand. “It did,” turning back to the rest of us, “but it’s for the relationship to decide, and the rest of us to back them in that, no matter what.” She glanced at Quinn, “I forgot that and hurt my love, and so did others here, but we’ve learned that lesson. Let’s embrace it.”

Everyone was silent for a few moments, just watching Allie, letting it sink in. Finally, Luis spoke up. “I guess we all know that’s me too,” and he took Wendy’s hand and insistently dragged her clenched fist to his lips. “I’m never gonna stop being sorry, baby, and we’ll do what you want. As long as I have you, I don’t care about the rest.”

Wendy began to cry, and kissed Luis, and it felt like something healed.

“Well,” Aria laughed-cried, “we’re pregnant!”

As if we’d planned it, the rest of us shouted ‘finally!’

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And so, the decision was made; we’d help Bell and the people she needed to save, but we had to do it carefully, we had to limit risk; and that meant finding a way to separate the dangerous folks in Bell’s group from the one’s that we could trust to take our help without stabbing us in the back.

That turned out to be hard, and we debated, discussed, and threw ideas around for two days, but fate, as I’d often discovered, found that gap and filled it.

I was sitting in the living room with Danni and Katy, playing with the three babies. I’d kept at putting more time in with the kids, all of them, and I was finding a lot of joy in spending a bit of time with June and Sofi on mornings that I didn’t have to hustle the boys out for hunting.

“Cal… dad,” Katy asked me nervously, Danni nudging her, “can I ask you something?”

Things with Katy had been improving a lot lately. She was still a teenager, and she and Allie still fought like cats, but the tense period of drama was improving with Danni’s help. The simple fact that she wasn’t Allie had allowed the kid to open up to her, and she and Allie were having a lot of long, whispered, conversations about it in bed at night.

“Of course you can, Katy,” I smiled at her while I tickled her baby sister into spastic wriggles of laughter, while June happily sat on my leg making horsey noises that she’d been hearing across the water.

“Cal, you’re gonna make her pee her pants again, we’re trying to get them off the diapers,” Danni scolded me.

“Sorry babe,” I crossed my eyes and nodded, turning back to Katy, “what’s up Katy-kat?’

“Don’t call me ‘Katy-kat, dad, I’m not a little kid.” Katy pushed her mid-shoulder-length deep brown hair back, twisting it over one shoulder the way Danni did, and fixed me with the same serious face. “I want to go with you when you take the boys hunting. The more of us that can hunt, the better, and I’m really bored of fishing and catching rabbits. I can skin a rabbit and scale a fish faster than either Bailey or Caleb.”