Chapter 2

I knew I had her close when she began to tremble. Her soft whimpering followed, and then she started to shake; she shook hard.

“Oooohhhhhhhh, yesssssss! Oh, damn, yesssss! Soo good.”

Damn, she responded quickly.

I set little Laura down on the ground. She put her dress back on and turned to walk away, but I grabbed her from behind. I held her against me and slid my hands through the loose armholes of her shift. From behind her, my rod pressed to her back, and I fondled both of her firm, youthful titties.

Laura has a set of sweet young titties. To the touch, they were still filling in; they would move from perfect petite cones to a champagne-glass shape. This would happen as more flesh began to fill her titties in. I crouched and slid my cock between her thighs. I sawed back and forth. She held her dress up as I kept working.

I needed sex badly. Between what I did with her mother and the long passage to get here, I was still weak, magically.

I enjoyed Laura’s soft flesh as I softly played with her delicate teats. I soon shot off into the grass in front of us. Her soft thighs and female scent were all I needed.

Her joyful laugh touched me as she giggled and, having had enough, skipped off. She actually stopped skipping and flipped her skirt to show me her solid, compact ass and girlish thighs. She ran into the house. Oh, to be young again.

I redressed and walked around outside to calm down. By the stream, I saw a row of grapevines along the bank. Each vine was attached to a roughly made wood trellis.

I started to hear bells and a young girl’s voice calling out. I turned and saw a girl leading a medium flock of sheep. She was talking to the sheep. She seemed to be heading toward a small stock pen some distance from the house. I moved over and opened the gate for her. She herded her charges in, then closed the gate.

The young girl said, “Hello. May I ask, who are you?”

I said, “I’m Khurick Atorn. I happened by earlier when two bad men were here. I...”

The girl ran off towards the house to check on the others. I made sure the sheep were safely put away and walked back slowly to the cabin. Checking things out. I knocked on the door. She had left it open.

I sat and watched the three lovelies yacking away at each other. The new, younger girl I soon picked up is named Sara. On the sly, I took in her young loveliness. She is obviously slightly younger than Laura. She too is very ripe for the picking. Maybe not ripe enough. She looks too young.

Sara has a mixture of hair colors; it appears she is changing from the blond of adolescence to the light brown of a young woman. She looks leggier because she’s thinner and smaller than her sister. Her shift comes down only to mid-thigh, which means a lot of young, girlish leg is on display.

She is as demure as Laura, which is not at all. I had several opportunities to view her mons as she talked animatedly with the others. She has a light smattering of peach fuzz above her opening.

As for her breasts, they are superficial at her age. They barely show as bumps in her tight shift. Obviously, the girl needs a new shift. She looks much too young.

I say she needs a new shift because the three females are not wearing proper dresses. They look more like squared, shapeless men’s shirts. They are made of cloth of a dubious origin. They are rough and colorless or stained.

I had a couple of opportunities to view Sara’s slit intimately as the women moved about talking. It stayed shut of its own accord, even when her legs were apart. The three pretended to ignore me, yet at the same time they displayed themselves freely enough that I knew they wanted me to see their bait.

I knew bait when I saw it. They had no man. They needed one. This place seemed to be stuck in the Iron Age. I had seen a few iron things around, but no steel or guns, let alone powered weapons. Everything is coarse or rough-looking here. This is by far the most backward world I have ever visited.

Riley decided it was wash day and had the two girls ready to wash their few threadbare shifts at the stream. They carried a bushel basket-sized wooden tub and a scrub board down. They left to do their chores. They probably planned on stripping down at the stream. Who’s to see them, me?

Riley said, “Laura told me you made her feel real good. She said she was not penetrated.”

I said, “I wish I could say I was sorry, but being around you two, and now Sara, has me aroused like you can’t believe.”

She smiled and said, “I know, right? We are doing our best to let you know we need a man around here. A good man. Laura watched you heal my insides. She said you could easily have taken me like the two bastards that were here. I was knocked out and unable to stop you, even if I would have tried. You only put a salve in me. Did you like that? Thank you for taking care of us.”

I said, “I enjoyed putting the salve inside you. I was happy to remove the men. I wish they had not raped you. At least your girls were safe.”

She said, “Which is why I am very beholden to you. We owe our lives to you now. Those two scumbags would have stayed a long time, and my girls would have been raped repeatedly. Khurick, the three of us owe you our very lives and will do anything you want. Anything! We are your women now.”

I said, “Anything?”

She said, “Yes, you only have to ask.”

I had no idea how deep this would eventually go.

To her I said, “Well, it would be nice if someone drained me. It’s not every day I have so much lovely feminine flesh presented to me on a platter, so to speak. Let alone over so many hours. I am afraid I am rather randy right now.”