Chapter 10: Two for Joy

May 29, 2028

Clark lifted Katie off the floor of the porch to carry her over the threshold of the cabin door. They entered as husband and wife and it gave a whole new meaning to their lives. The cabin had not only served as a safe haven from the endless fear of the City, but introduced them to a new universe where they discovered love.

They had been gone nearly three days. The first thing Katie did was check up on the chickens and feed them. Sally put away the things they brought up and tidied up the cabin. Clark checked around the perimeter of the clearing and the bathing pool to make sure all was safe.

“Katie, Sally, we need to talk,” Clark said as they lay there stretched out on the bed. “In a few weeks, this cabin is going to start getting smaller.”

“I know,” Sally sighed. “The baby’s going to need that crib from Brother Matthew.”

“What about something smaller like a wicker bassinet?” Clark suggested.

“That sounds even better,” Sally added. “It would be easier to move around and even take outside.”

“I think I saw one up in the attic of the farmhouse.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t just a big basket?”

“Well, it was about this long,” he said spreading his hands apart about three feet. “ ... and about two feet wide and maybe that much in height.”

“I think it just might work at least for a few months.”

“Did you have anything else in mind when you said the cabin was going to start getting smaller?” Katie wanted to know.

“Well, it would be nice if one day we had a few more kids around here, maybe a little brother for the baby girl,” Clark mused.

Katie gave Clark a little pinch in his side. “Is that supposed to be a hint?”

“I don’t want to rush things,” Clark responded. “What do you think, Sally?”

“Hey, making babies is your thing,” Sally said. “But, first, I’m curious to see you being a dad changing diapers.”

“I thought I did a pretty good job with you, don’t you think?” Clark responded as he lovingly squeezed Sally’s butt cheek.

The cabin was abuzz with conversations about feeding the baby, diapers, bathing and clothing. The girls were all giddy about making little dresses. They put Clark in charge of making a rattle because he was so good at turning ideas into actual things.

As the days drew closer to descend the mountain to bring home the baby, Sally wondered if the girl had a name, and, if not, what they should call her. She and Katie started to make a list of their favorite names and showed it to Clark. They wanted him to decide.

Clark liked them all. “Why don’t we cut the names in strips and place them in a bowl and draw the lucky one like a raffle,” he suggested.

The girls were all for it and got to work, folding each strip containing a name several times into a little square. After shaking the bowl and fishing for one with his eyes closed, Clark held it up.

“And the winning name is,” he announced, slowly unfolding the little piece of paper, adding more excitement to the drawing. “Oh, wait, there are two pieces folded together. Now what do we do?”

“Read them both,” Sally suggested. “This way we’ll have a first and middle name for her.”

“Alright, the name in my left hand is Patricia, and in my right, Josephine.”

Since J comes before P, they all agreed on Josephine. Clark went further and suggested Fifi as the nickname. The girls thought it was cute and loved it.

June 8

The pendant on Sally’s necklace moved into the safe zone. Katie was two days behind. Sally hadn’t slept with Clark in a long time. She couldn’t even remember the date, but it was way before the wedding and way too long. She tried to avoid letting Clark touch her. She wanted him to focus on Katie and conserve his strength for their first nights together as husband and wife. But now, she was antsy and Katie could tell.

“We need to talk,” Katie announced as they were sitting one night around a campfire outside in front of the cabin. “Just because we got married, doesn’t mean that the passion, the sex we shared among the three of us suddenly ended. I love you and I need you Clark. Sally loves you and needs you too.”

There was no question, but Clark knew Katie and Sally were waiting for him to say something.

“And I love and want both of you just as before,” Clark said. “I don’t want anything to change. I married you because I wanted our bond to be special, like the special bond I have with Sally.”

“Both of you have only stated the obvious,” Sally joined in the conversation. “But, you are unable to say it with real words, emotionally and passionately. You’re torturing yourselves by trying to be too proper and pious.”

“You’re right Sally,” Clark said. “You’re always better at saying things without dancing around the bush. Help us here.”

Katie looked at Sally and nodded, soliciting a response.

“Katie, you want to cuddle with Daddy, and I want to cuddle with him too. Gosh, I’m so horny I feel like tearing off Daddy’s clothes and mine, and pulling him inside me right now.”

Clark was stunned with the lusty language and thought Katie would be offended. Instead, she surprised even Sally with her response.

“You should, but not here, inside.” She stood up and looked at Clark. “Go,” she ordered, “while I take care of this fire.”

Clark obediently stood up, but hesitated for a moment. He looked into Sally’s begging eyes and surrendered to his own primal desires. He took Sally by the hand and led her into the cabin. Clothes started flying in all directions. Clark was having difficulties with the zipper of his pants. Sally grabbed them at the hips and yanked them down, exposing an already stiff cock bobbing before her eyes.

Clark held Sally by her shoulders and gently pushed her onto the bed. She lay with her legs spread, smiling sheepishly at him through the dim light of the lantern, catching another glimpse of his inflamed member pointing at her. She pulled her knees up and opened her thighs in frantic anticipation. Clark advanced forward with his staff and placed the knob of his cock directly over her pubis. He gently spread her labia and gave her a long, slow, wet stroke along her slit, from bottom to top, back and forth several times.

Sally gave a small gasp and breathed, “Oh! We’re not wasting any time, now, are w--?” She stopped talking and gasped again as he continued plowing her slit with his cock, getting it well lubricated. She let out a long breath as the constant, slow rhythm of lingering strokes soon had her singing, “Oh Daddy, you’re torturing me.”

Clark felt Sally’s nubby clitoris exposed, defenseless, already swollen and ready. She looked at him and uttered a quiet, steamy “Aye” and gritted her teeth. Then her eyes closed and her raised knees fell open against his shoulders and arms. He felt the heat and the throbs and flexing of the tendons of her inner thighs as they yawned wide to receive him.

She caught her breath. “Oh, Daddy, I love you.”

Clark rose over her, his erection pressing against her pussy. Her thighs stiffened. She gave a hushed, surprised “Oh!” Her head fell back and she gasped irregularly, her hips arching.

The surprise on her face softened when she felt him angle his cock toward her center. She continued to gasp, her breath wobbly and her staring eyes seeming to plead helplessly for him to fill her. His cock touched her outer lips. Her thighs fell open again and her pelvis lifted, her labia kissing then encircling his cock.

Clark moved forward. Sally exhaled with the pleasure of the familiar size of his cock sliding into position inside her. The shaft penetrated deep inside, saying ‘hello’ to her secret place, and she clenched his hardness in return. Clark began to thrust in and out, to luxuriate in her, with long, deep, slow, powerful and steady strokes, his butt tightening and his belly grazing hers. Sally began to pant and spasm wetly around the champion invader.

Clark teased, “Are you close?”

She nodded. Her hands clamped onto his shoulders, her arms quivered as Clark felt her getting tighter and tighter around his cock. He whispered, “Come with me,” encouraging, helping, and whispering again, “Come.” He watched her eyes, watched her mouth part and her eyes glaze, watched her lips say the word “yes,” watched her gasp again “yes,” and then felt her stiffen. With a sudden, moaning, low-pitched, frenzied “yes” she came, her pussy intensely latching onto his cock, her neck straining, her face nodding forward in small spasms as she came. Clark smiled down at her and echoed her words, “yes, yes,” happy for her, taking pleasure in her pleasure.

The warning throbs of his cock intensified more and more as he moaned, knowing the deluge would come soon. Sally’s pussy tightened imploringly. He felt his release as his love potion gushed into her. He slowed, groaning, spurting, and twitching inside her pussy. With his last, slow stroke she sighed a long, quiet, contented “Ahhh,” as he collapsed onto her, his face hot against her neck. She hugged him, molding her body into his.

Clark rolled off of Sally and only then realized that Katie had been lying next to them, watching him fuck Sally. She was naked with one hand between her thighs tightly held against her pussy. He saw all the signs in her eyes. He mustered the remaining strength in his body and immediately sprang into action, sliding his body down to her feet. He gently lifted and spread open her thighs exposing her sex glistening in the dim light. He lurched forward to kiss her mound and inhale the arousing smell of her garden.

He dipped his tongue toward her sensitive button, licking and circling it slowly. He felt the heat of her pussy and the flexing of her thighs as they spread wide to receive and enjoy his oral devotion to her. He continued using just the tip of his tongue to draw circles around her clitoris and brush the inner folds of her passion pit, gushing with wetness. He continued pampering her clitty, gently sucking and pulling it with his lips.

“Oh Clark ... It’s happening,” Katie moaned loudly, her head thrown back as her whole body quivered. Clark felt the mounting tension in her body and began to hum, sending vibrations of pleasure deep inside her body. Her breath came in rhythmic pants and gasps as she reached her climax. She felt it come, the moment of completion, as her body released all of the tension in glorious sensations.