Chapter 5: Hareem Part 2

Some people remark that sailors on land have a rolling gait when they walk. On smaller sailboats, after you have been out to sea, your body learns to anticipate the rolling and pitching. When you pull into port, you stagger a little because your inner ear continues to anticipate that movement. It takes a day or two for you to walk stably again.

I decided to take a few days off to relax, get my land legs back, and settle my inner ear. I had been underway for several weeks.

I watched and listened a lot to what the five females were saying. I began to learn things about the three girls who live here. They talked some about the other 123 schoolgirls who are here in Savannah.

For two days, Izzy, Peyton, and I essentially goofed off, suntanned, and swam. Every night, I had a bed full of young beauties.

It became very interesting for all of us. Izzy and Peyton had been used to being near me and having a close, intimate relationship. The past week at sea, we had been enjoying a nude lifestyle. They kissed my cheek or touched me often. Other times, they crawled into my lap, and we just held each other. Sometimes, we kissed and made out. Both girls were extremely affectionate. That had evolved into a lot of lovemaking between Izzy, Peyton, and me.

Izzy, Peyton, and I did not try to hide our actions from the other three. Why should we? We did often take it upstairs, but we three were already a family group. We felt no need to change our behavior.

The other three followed us upstairs; at first, they mostly watched us. With Peyton, she still kept it mostly limited to oral sex. Izzy wanted to fuck every time. This piqued the local three’s curiosity. Being a little cloistered and naive, they got very close to the action.

Everly, Brooke, and Meilani became more flirtatious. They soon began teasing a lot, and they became very playful. They wanted some attention from me.

Two days after arriving, everyone started dressing down a lot more. We all spent more time totally naked at and in the pool. This had repercussions; I spent large portions of my day with an erection.

All five girls flirted with me shamelessly and constantly; they were competitive. In the house, we wore something around our lower half for the sake of the furniture and sanitary practice. You don’t want to sit naked on upholstered furniture; that’s gross. The girls now wore regular bikini bottoms or panties indoors.

Partial or full nudity was normal dress at the pool. We spent a lot of our time in the pool.

It was decided by the five girls that I needed an upgrade to what I wore around the house. Until now, I wore boxers.

Everly and Izzy took me on a shopping excursion to get something other than boxers. Everly knew a men’s store that carried men’s Speedos. At first, I hated the idea of Speedos. It took several of them to convince me to try some Speedos.

Everly gave me directions to the store. The two of them picked out a bunch of Speedos for me in wild colors and patterns.

The stinkers made me try them on right there in the store to be sure of the fit. There I was in a very public place, trying on Speedos in the aisle. It felt weird. They could not keep their hands off my package. Speedos did something to them.

I thought I looked obscene.

Their playing with my junk while I wore Speedos soon had me change my mind about Speedos. It felt nice just having them run their hands over my barely covered man parts. They kept touching me on the way back to Brooke’s house.

This was the beginning of the other girls becoming even more depraved. The Speedos presented my package in such a way that it was evident I had an Italian sausage for a pecker in my Speedos. That, and that I also have a huge set of balls.

When I’d had my naked dick hanging out, they avoided it. While it was under wraps in Speedos, it somehow focused their attention on my package. They suddenly couldn’t leave me alone. This led to the three new girls running their hands on my ass. Soon it turned to them touching me where my dick and balls were under my speedo. They drove me nuts.

My balls must have been modified because they were not swollen, yet they were much bigger now. They felt like my balls; they had just grown almost double in size in the past two weeks. When a muscle is used more, it gets bigger and stronger.

Before now, I already had a decent size dick and normal-sized balls. It had always attracted a lot of glances and stares from women. When ashore, I wore baggy shorts or European-style slacks that left me some room. What I wore allowed me to hide my package from prying eyes. My clothing choice attracted females.

The girls seemed to like lying on or near my package. I could see they liked to sneak a sniff of me down there. It seemed to make all five turn into horny little bitches.

On the sailboat, Izzy and Peyton could not seem to leave my cock and balls alone. They touched me all the time. We three were used to titillating each other, as I had toyed with and titillated my girls right back.

Everly was soon doing it, too, and so the others also followed along in fondling me and my family jewels. This set off a situation where, soon, none of us could go very long without touching each other.

This closeness further devolved into girls touching each other. The nudity and the little bikinis and panties the girls wore were no barrier to seeing or touching.

Izzy often playfully tweaked Peyton’s nipples, and Peyton would respond in kind. They had started this on the sailboat. It started as a sisterly game. The other females then began touching each other’s titties. The other three had picked up the habit of gently tweaking each other, and what the hell, I joined in. They did not protest.

Izzy and Peyton went even further. They had started openly fondling my junk in front of the others. Pulling my dick out became pretty normal. This was not a quick brush against it. This was purposeful, long-term fondling and masturbating with intent by all five.

When the others started doing it, I began to feel them up intimately, too. It was a natural response. My wearing speedos and the five girls in bikinis or panties led to a lot of sex play and mutual fondling, and groping.

Soon, I would end up having sex with all of them.

While this was going on, I continued learning about the other local girls I had not met. Mainly, I learned about their concerns. Everly was an important cog in the school bulletin board that the girls used.

Food had been an important topic for all the girls on the bulletin board. Without grown-ups, many were beginning to learn how to make their own meals. Meals beyond mere breakfast cereal and PBJ sandwiches. That turned into a concern for gathering food, and then, what do they do about food in the future?

This was odd to me. I had noticed that although all the local girls were 18, they all looked and acted much younger. They had slender bodies with modest-sized titties like they were younger.

The other 123 girls were trying to form small groups. They wanted to create farms and places to raise food animals. Others wanted to set up bird coops for chickens and maybe other tame birds like turkeys. The houses in this neighborhood were all on lots of between one and three acres in size.

It sounded good in principle, but their ideas were uninformed. None of them knew anything about farming or animal husbandry. It would not work well.

Lawn grass is full of chemicals and pesticides. It’s not a proper environment for raising animals. Lawn grass is quite different from wild grass. It lacks the protein and minerals found in wild grasses.

They had been talking on the chat board about getting girls and food animals in nearby homes here at Wainwright. Some girls wanted to put in garden plots.

They thought it would be a good start. Many yards are big enough. All 126 girls would fit easily within the Wainwright Country Club area. It has a wall around the country club that provides some safety and security.

The girls who lived in the country club area wanted the others to centralize in one spot at Wainwright. They discussed the difficult logistics of being spread all around Savannah.

There was an issue with that. The girls outside of Wainwright wanted to stay in their own homes. That was understandable; they were more comfortable in their own homes.

One big problem was that they did not know that lawns have the wrong soil for farming. I knew this because I grew up in the country.

Moving girls from outside of the country club might set up a nice village here. I didn’t think girls living all over Savannah would work.

The next issue had been the gathering of animals and other things they needed. Animals that none of them had any idea how to care for. A lot needed to be researched. They wanted to gather animals as soon as possible. That was one correct idea. They also needed a way to support the animals. They had no actual knowledge or experience dealing with farm animals. Anybody can pour kibbles into a dog bowl. Caring for livestock is a whole other matter.

One group knew where there were goats in a pasture. Nobody could drive out there to do the things they needed to do, to care for the animals. I.E., to handle the goats. Goats are rambunctious and hard to deal with.

Almost all of them were also afraid of driving on the empty streets. Only a few knew how to drive. Until now, these had been protected and very sequestered rich girls. Many of them had been driven around or rode expensive school buses.

Their situation had stymied them. They had felt blocked by the complexity and the number of decisions that needed to be made. They procrastinated and discussed everything to death.

A lot of that was because they each had a different idea of what was right. They had been constantly firing emails back and forth to each other. It had devolved into one long, useless discussion or argument.

All of this was stalled in the early discussion stage.

One more overriding worry was the lack of any males around here. If they were to all die anyway, what was the purpose of hanging on? Many girls were fatalistic and depressed over that situation.

Many girls had mild depression, and others were just plain lazy or fatuous. Fatuous is stupid to the nth degree. They worried there were no men available anywhere. How would they go beyond a group of fractious girls? Men, or the lack of men, had become their main focus.

They couldn’t seem to prioritize. To me, it was simple. Food now; worry about men at your leisure.

Time was slipping away. I wondered how much was on the girls and how much was on what had been done too them. I was thinking about them drinking the Cool-Aid and getting dumb from the effects.

I soon realized the girls would continue talking things to death. They would likely perish one by one of starvation while they talked on until they died of hunger. They were seriously fucked up in the head.

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I learned there is a good reason the lights remained on here. Savannah had been a private pilot project for Small Modular Reactors, or SMRs. There were two SMRs in the immediate area. They are stand-alone units and were expected to last for a minimum of 20 years. Because of the reactor’s low heat design, there could be no Chernobyl. At worst, the SMRs would stop generating electricity.

So far, Brooke, Everly, and Meilani have been keeping my existence a secret. That secret could not last long. There were twin girls just two doors down and across the street. They visit Brooke occasionally.

They are Xinya and Lin Hsui, both aged 18. They are third-generation Americans from the San Francisco area. They are not identical twins.

We had many of the senior class of girls from the Garrett School.

I sat and thought about things. It was all coming together in my mind. I had been sent here. I knew how to make a go of things.

I was the missing piece needed to continue civilization in this area. I knew a bit about farming from my country’s background.

I poured a stiff whiskey with ice and sat in the living room in my Speedos. I let the girls discuss things and acted as an occasional source of useful information. I let them carry on most of the survival discussion. I was listening and occasionally offering knowledge or advice.

Before dark, I started to head up to the bedroom. In the master bedroom, I had a quick shower where I washed my hair. I slid into bed.

The master bed is simply huge. The temperature was nice, so I pulled all the bed covers off. I had not dressed all evening, and neither had any of the girls. It became relevant later as they snuck into bed one or two at a time. I woke in a pile of 5 naked teenage girls and me. All of them are ripe, adorable, and too desirable.

I opened an eye after my second night here. I found Meilani was holding my dick, and Izzy was cupping my balls. Both girls were holding me tight in their sleep. I figured they had stayed up late.

I gently peeled their hands off me. None of them budged when I got up. The sun was already up.

I meandered around to the kitchen, where there was a high-end K-Cup machine, so I made a cup of fancy coffee. They have an espresso machine, too. I have no idea how that hunk of junk works.

I walked around the house looking and thinking. Did I want to continue living here? It felt off to me for some reason.

This was Brooke’s house. She’d made that plain. It didn’t feel like it was mine or ever would be. Brooke had made sure I knew it was her place.

I went to the office on the second floor. The monitor was asleep, and hitting the space bar woke it up. I found Google was still up and running. Most websites were still online, too.

I searched for “fresh eggs near me” and found a name that I correlated with a small grocery store. They have eggs that were raised on a local farm named Murphy Free Range. I memorized the farm’s name for later. That looks promising.

The world had come to an end, and the girls had barely seemed to notice it. It seems only where it impinged on their comfortable little lives. They were making plans and talking as if it had almost not happened. It had not sunk into their minds, somehow.

Most adults would have been freaking out. The girls just went along much as they had before. I had already noticed a few, if any, of them talked about their missing family members.

That seemed odd as hell.

I got another coffee and took it back upstairs. In the master bedroom, I sat on an armless chair and appreciated the five luscious girls lying naked in the bed. I sat, sipped, and made plans.

I enjoyed the sight of them. Watching them in their current state allowed me to appreciate what I had here. Five willing, pretty teenage girls.

I loved their tight little titties, their firm little rounded bums. I really loved their slender, smooth, youthful legs. Is there anything more endearing and lovely than a teen girl’s pretty legs? I couldn’t think of one.

I anticipated enjoying them for the next several years. I planned to make the best of their youth. I planned to pump them full of my babies.

I ruminated on the five sets of small and modestly bigger breasts. My Ex, Sarah, had been small up top. I had learned to appreciate small tits. I had loved her dearly, and her small breasts were just what I grew to prefer.

Later, I dated a few women closer to my current age. I found that larger tits eventually began to droop, particularly after age 35. They get soft and eventually sag. The bigger they are, the sooner and droopier they get. Gravity has its way.

My mother had been modest in the chest department, so small breasts were kind of what I was used to. Ya, I definitely liked girls in the smaller size when it came to tits.

Not knowing when they would wake up and if they would be of any help, I went around the house and found my outside clothes. I quickly dressed. On the PC in the office, I wrote the address of the feed store. I entered that address into my phone.

Outside, I got in the Jeep. I started it and paired my phone with the Jeep and set it to be the Jeep’s primary phone. I had watched Izzy pair her phone when we went shopping for Speedos. I never would have known how to do that otherwise. Anytime I was in the car, my phone would now be the primary.

I used the dashboard map display to set the address for the feed store. The map software drew a blue line from my location to the feed store.

I drove off to see what he could find out. All the farm animals near here are probably already dead. It had been 12 days since the world-ending incident. That’s a long time to go without food and water. All I could do was hope.

One oddity with the map app on the Jeep’s screen. The map rotated whenever I turned. That was distressing to me.

With ship navigation systems, I was used to North always being at the top of the screen. This map thing was more interested in showing the desired destination at the top of the screen.

That’s fucked up as shit! It jams the map presentation up since it’s much wider than it is tall. The screen was a wide panoramic view. It squishes the display stupidly.

By the time I got to the feed store, I was used to that and even began to see the utility of it. If they want the destination always up top that way, the display should be a square.

A better alternative would be portrait mode, where it was taller than it was wide. Stupid @#&* engineers.