Jicarilla Flats
Copyright© 2025 by Charlie for now
Chapter 24
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 24 - A very lucky unlucky pilot finds his way into fortune from the wreckage of his downed aircraft. After returning to the civilized world from his nightmare away from home, his good fortune continues, and continues. Some want to stop him, and some want to seek revenge on his friends, but his good fortune holds. Follow Charlie in his adventures as he turns a valley into paradise and makes it his home.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime Military Rags To Riches War Polygamy/Polyamory Slow
We had more visitors toward the end of the summer. It seems that Dongas did, in fact, have friends on the law enforcement side, proving to me that there is scum on most ponds, regardless of how pretty they look with the sun rising or setting over them.
It was the VIN numbers that caught up to us first. The two little cars that Laura and Sylvia bought out in Virginia were traced from the girls, back through the New Mexico MVD, the state’s motor vehicle division, and to us out on our country estate. Naturally, Courtney and Lori never allowed themselves to be seen anytime an unknown visitor came a calling on us, but it was an eye-opening experience.
Somehow, our luck was right on and in full strength the day they showed up. I was walking out the door on the way down to the hangar when a big black luxury SUV pulled up the lane, setting the alarm off on my phone. I pulled it out, looked at it, then stood there waiting for the vehicle to approach me on the driveway loop. I stood in the middle of the drive, trying to get them to dismount the vehicle to talk to me. Thankfully, they did.
“Do you know these girls, man?” the more sinister looking of the two asked me as he held out two photos, not very good ones, of Courtney and Lori.
“Don’t say that I do. May I ask who you are and why you are here?”
“No. We’re going to look around, OK?”
“I don’t think so, partner. I don’t know what your game is, but I don’t know you and don’t think I want to. Why don’t you guys go ahead and take off? If you find your daughters around here, it will probably be in town. The countryside around here isn’t all that hospitable.”
“Where are your cars, man?”
“I’m not sure where your questions are headed, but I’d like you to leave now. Right now.”
“Well, I think we’ll look around.” He was reaching into his jacket pocket when he heard a twelve-gauge Mossberg pump chamber a round then a Winchester Model 94 Ranger do the same. He looked up at the porch and down the barrels of both long guns. “We’ll be back, gringo. We’ll be back.”
“Please don’t,” I told him. “This is as friendly as my girls get.” Laura and Sylvia shared wicked nasty smiles at them.
They returned to their vehicle, backed up, turned around, and left, at which time I took the footage off the surveillance system and shared it with the reservation police and the sheriff’s department. A phone call from Lori to the detective back in Reston garnered a request for the footage as well. We got more information back on that, since they were able to use some primitive facial recognition software with a bunch of mug shots of known Dongas associates. They were identified as a lieutenant in his drug operation, and a lowlife street soldier with two warrants out for his arrest. One of them was for suspicion of murder, the other for suspicion of kidnapping and assault.
Our family meeting that afternoon took on a different tone. We would travel together, as much as possible, and never, ever find ourselves without a buddy. And a gun. The armed buddy system, I guess is what it could be called, but we were in agreement.
Other than our usual goings on, including flying, swimming, gardening, shopping, watching movies, and mad passionate lovemaking sessions, life was pretty normal around the lodge.
One specific event that will long live in my most precious of memories was on a sunny afternoon in early September. The six of us were out at the pool, having just finished a lunch of finger foods and daiquiris. The sun was bright, the breeze was soft, and the women who brighten my life had decided to sunbathe without benefit of cover. Annalina was over at the time, and although she had participated with a couple of the girls in some Sapphic activities, this would be the first time she was in sexually compromising situation with yours truly.
She hesitated for a few minutes as the others removed their tops first, then their bottoms, save Lori, who kept hers on for reasons of discretion involving monthly artifacts. Anna looked at me with a questioning look, then as I skinned my britches off, I just looked at her, blew her a kiss and nodded.
She removed her coverup, then reaching back, took hold of the catch of her top. Looking over her shoulder, she let the clasp go, then said, “You do it, Charlie.” She backed up to me.
I ran my hands up and down her flanks, then her thighs. Feeling her shiver, I proceeded to unhook the top and pulled it down off her shoulders. Then pulling her by the waist, I had her sit in front of me between my legs and rubbed her shoulders. “Are you all right, Anna? Jeez your skin is gorgeous. Can I rub some of this oil on you? You probably don’t need it like Laura and Courtney do, but I’d like the opportunity to do it anyway.”
“I’d love that, Charlie. I really would. You know, I’ve actually been looking forward to this for quite some time, but our schedules haven’t been copacetic in any way, shape, form, or fashion.”
We heard four women giggling, or laughing, and agreeing with that sentiment.
Sylvia said, “Ain’t that the truth. We’ve all been a little busy and occupied by one thing or another for a few months, haven’t we. Anna, how is Maria doing, anyway?”
I held her by the waist, prompted her to stand, and skinned Anna’s conservative bikini bottoms down and off her, then I stood up and had her lie down on the chaise I was occupying. While she answered Sylvia, I started the process of applying lightweight sunscreen to the olive-skinned beauty.
“She’s fine now. That was such a weird thing. Imagine, all the millions and millions of people over the last thousands of years that have been exposed to those stupid little prickly things, and Maria was the first one found to be affected that way. It defies logic. Oh, Charlie, that feels so good.”
“That makes me happy, Anna. Just relax,” then I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “And stop thinking about sex. We have all the time in the world. There is no pressure on you to do or say anything. Understood?”
She nodded, then sighed. “Thank you,” she replied quietly. “We can talk in a bit, all right?”
“Anytime, Anna.” I finished her backside then patted her butt and went into the pool for a while, myself. As I entered the pool, Sylvia reached out her hand for me, drawing me over by her and Laura.
“She wants to consummate your relationship with her, Charlie, but she’s worried about us, and a little about the social stigma of her own people, although, after some reading, it appears that the Apache, and some of the other Native American tribes, were very much polygamists. I would imagine the problem would be you, but I doubt the elders consider you anything but a bigwig, so she’ll be all right. I think Willie and Arthur need to have a chat with her and all should be well. Of course it won’t be legal in the eyes of the state, but I don’t think any of us give a shit, and I know those two guys don’t.
“She’s spending the night, tonight,” Sylvia continued, “so we’ll have a convo between the five of us tonight, in front of you, of course, and let everyone air their ideas on the whole permanent relationship thing. You know Laura and I are here for the duration. I’d imagine with her values and upbringing, Annalina will be, too, if that’s the choice she makes.”
“You know I love each of you. I would, if I could, marry all five of you today. Courtney and Lori are included in that. I only hope that if they decide to leave, they do it sooner rather than later, so that I can recover before I die.”
“They’re not going anywhere. Courtney isn’t. I’ll guarantee that one. Lori won’t leave her, so, yeah, I think you’re stuck with them.” She giggled.
Laura broke in, after a bit of a laugh herself. “Courtney is like a jinn, Charlie, or a genie, or whatever you want to call them. Without her master, and she considers you just that, she’ll fade and die. You’ve saved her, twice now. She was looking out the window the day those thugs came looking for them, and she knows you are still protecting her. The spice is that she fell in love with you before the assault even happened, but it took that serious emotional event to push her in that physical direction. Anyway, I agree with Sylvia. She’s yours for the duration.” She put the back of her hand against her forehead, making a mocking display of the utmost drama and continued. “Until the stahs no longah shine, dahling.”
Lori was listening and moved over toward us. She reached out for me, pulled me into a hug, and kissed me. “She’s more yours than mine now. I’m not jealous. I see what she sees. I see what these two horny sluts see, too. I think you have four wives and a girlfriend. A very welcome girlfriend, by the way.” The other two agreed, then we all looked up to where Anna and Courtney were, noticing that Anna had turned over and Courtney was applying the oil to her front side. We watched as the little redhead continued to spread the slick, shiny substance all over the doctor’s body.
It was a beautiful sight, not at all non-erotic, proven by the fact that Sylvia was holding my growing erection in her hand as we witnessed the eros in motion. Seeing Anna move and squirm under Courtney’s manipulation caused me to grow to the maximum extent. Lori ran her hands down my back and started to rub my ass, then ran her fingers between my legs, getting my attention and taking me to the edge of climax.
Laura chose that moment to get behind Sylvia, making sure I was watching, taking one of Sylvia’s breasts in her hand and her Venus mound in the other. Just the tip of my erection was sticking up out of the water and when I started to lose my composure, falling off the edge they had me on, Lori tickled my anus, leaned down taking the tip of my dick in her mouth, and took my entire offering.
Sylvia held her face afterwards, kissed her, then Laura, then me, and abandoned me. She pulled Laura up to a chaise and begged her to finish what she started.
Lori kissed me and told me, reassuringly, “You are loved, old man. You are loved. Don’t ever doubt that. To do so would be a big fat lie to yourself.”
She pulled me from the pool, laid me down next to Anna and proceeded to oil me down while I watched Courtney still massaging Anna’s frontside. Yes, I got hard again, and yes, the lesbian goddess known as Lori took another load from me, this time into her throat. She had been getting pretty good at the deep throat thing and even told Sylvia once that she enjoyed doing it. That was a revelation, the likes of which a man never tires of discovering. She also had a very gentle touch, so the feeling of her caressing my nuts while the tip of my cock was in her gullet added to the overall stimulation.
It would have been impossible for me, at that time, to get another erection that soon, so when Courtney took Anna over the edge for an orgasm of her own, I just laid there and enjoyed the sight of her writhing and panting and convulsing at the hands of an expert in the art of Sapphic delights.
“Jesus, Courtney, that was so nice. Thank you. OH, my God, Charlie was watching the whole time?” She started laughing. “So much for hiding the fact that I’m under the spell of his many concubines and lovers!”
The way she said it was so funny, every one of us started laughing at the announcement.
“Anna, I’m pretty sure the nights you spent with us in the guestroom and the stories we told him afterwards pretty much ruined any thoughts of privacy or secrecy you may have been trying to maintain. I think he knows pretty much where your heart is. I’d say you are pretty much a part of Jicarilla Flats, just as much as the rest of us. All you have to do now is surrender to the fact that you love him as much as you love us, and all will be well,” Lori shared.
“I know, and I’m sure I do at this point, but what about...” Anna hesitated, looking at each of the people surrounding her thoughtfully. “I need to talk to my grandfather and my uncle. I need to make sure I’m not doing anything to bring shame to my family, or community. It may seem a bit self-absorbed, but my family means a lot to me, and I don’t want to disgrace them, and to a lesser extent, myself, in their eyes. That needs to happen before I share my one last gift with the man who I would like to be my husband.”
Sylvia, always the voice of reason, told her, “Invite them over for dinner tomorrow. We’ll put together a little feast, maybe a good venison vegetable stew, and talk to them. I think it would be best for all of us to be there, but maybe I’m mistaken. Knowing the shaman as we do, I’m betting he wants to know where we stand on the issue as well. Not just Charlie, but the ‘companions’ Arthur spoke of when he asked Hascin for his blessing for all of us and the valley we now call home. That’s my take, but then I’m just a silly white woman in love with a silly white man and a beautiful bronze goddess slash doctor. And, of course, a bunch of other silly white women.” Giggles prevailed at the end of the statement.
“Stop with the ‘white women’ talk, already. OK, let’s do that, then, and we’ll have a basis where I can throw my fears out the teepee door, or just succumb to the fact that I’m the fifth wife of a man that deserves the love we give him. You do realize, of course, that if I get Papa’s blessing, I’m going to want to boink y’all’s boyfriend, right?”
More laughter sprang forth while heads were emphatically nodding.
She continued. “That’s the only thing standing in the way, at this point. I know I love you, Charlie, and I even know why.”
They did talk more that night before we went to sleep. I stayed pretty much out of it, just listening and enjoying what I was hearing. I was also enjoying what I was seeing. Each of the five of them was in some sort of sexy, or at least attractive, night clothes, ranging from Anna’s silk or satin button up and tap pant set, with sheer insets on the sides, to Courtney in one of my T-shirts, very oversized on her, hanging off one shoulder. Adorable, each and every one.
First thing in the morning, the girls, all five of them, were working on dinner. Some were browning a cubed-up venison roast, some getting vegetables ready, and getting it all into a big cast iron stock pot so it could simmer throughout the day, some were working on desserts, and some were making sure the dining room was just so. It was interesting to watch them sharing the work they were undertaking and fun to watch them as their tasks got finished. They were happy. Together.
At a reasonable hour, Sylvia called each of our prospective guests, getting an affirmation that they would attend the meal and letting them know we, as a family, had some questions for them. Upon hearing that, Arthur laughed. Willie asked her what took so long, then laughed. Evidently both men had been expecting some sort of meeting along these lines. It was obvious to them that a ‘family’ question, one which brought the attention of the Chief and the Shaman of the Jicarilla Apache tribe, could only concern one person.
We spent mid-day around the pool again, once again using warm oil, and this time cold margaritas, as lubrication for both our bodies and our conversations.
Gathered in the shallow end of the pool, Anna told Laura, Sylvia, Courtney, and Lori, all, at the same time, “If it is with the approval of my grandfather, and my uncle, in their official capacities, of course, I would like your approval as well. We have discussed this, informally, but I am asking you now, as a family, as a group, as my potential sisters in this endeavor, do you approve of me becoming the fifth of the women in Charlie’s heart? Numero cinco in the harem, if you will.”
Four nods, four ‘yesses’, four ‘of courses’, four hugs and four kisses, met her question as their answers. Five happy women chatted, kibitzed, giggled, laughed, and made me happy to be alive.
After some playtime in the pool, I went in the house to check on the stew, then went back out to catch just a bit more sun on my front. Laura came over from the pool and took the time to cover me in warm oil, asking me how dinner was coming along.
“Well, my dear, the meat is tender, as are the carrots and celery. The potatoes are cooked through, yet firm, the gravy they are all simmering in is super delish, and I’m pretty sure the bread dough has risen about as high as it’s going to get, so we can stick that in the oven when we go inside. Dessert was supposed to be a Sylvia and Courtney thing, so I’m staying out of that. My instinct tells me it’s a cobbler of the berry variety, but we’ll have to see. How are you doing lately?”
She finished applying the oil on my legs, arms, chest, and belly, then her hand slipped down over my navel to gently touch the tip of my growing erection. “I’m fine. I love it here. I know it’s going to get cold pretty soon, and I won’t be used to it, being from California by way of Hawaii, but I’m looking forward to the experience, and it’s not like we don’t have firewood and warm clothing, not to mention the backup generator and all the goodies in the basement. I am certainly not apprehensive about it.”
She started massaging and tugging on my cock in earnest, making sure I knew I was being jacked off to completion, then continued. “I thought about it the other day, and realized I’ve been skiing before, several times, and even got stranded in a blizzard up in Winter Park a long time ago. Cold and snow are not the end of the world, and from what I’ve read, deep snow and New Mexico are not always synonymous.” Her ministrations on my dick were driving me mad.
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