Shipwrecked - Chapter 123: A Question of Fatherhood (Mf MF preg creampie oral swallow)

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Chapter 123: A Question of Fatherhood

We were finally able to make contact with the Uhonamonas via the radio a couple of days later. It was a relief to everyone to hear a young woman respond to Nina's calls. Yikap, the woman who answered, let us know that there had been confusion about the call schedule, and only after a couple of weeks were they able to correct their mistake and be ready to respond at the expected time.

Kunomo had taken ill but was recovering. Gale and Tok were deep into their work and doing fine. Nina relayed to them that Popko was safe and living with us on Phoenix, and I could hear in Yikap's tone that this was good news. The Uhonamonans had had no idea what had happened to the young man, but some had wondered if he had, indeed, stowed away with us. The village elders were undecided about how to handle the young man's rash departure, but they did not appear to wish to punish him. It was suggested that it was a subject for future discussion, but for the time being, he was allowed to stay with us.

As of that time, there had been no sign that the raid had brought enemies to their island. A scout boat had stayed in place for most of the two weeks after we stole the supplies and had sighted numerous boats coming to the cache island. The last few days, however, there had been no new sightings and it was thought that, perhaps, the cache location had been moved to another island. The scouts would stay in place, working in three-day shifts, in order to keep an eye on things as best they could.

For a couple of days, I had been discussing with Nina and Hakee my desire to go to Uhonamona and discover what was going on. I was worried about the islanders, and especially about Gale and Tok, and I'd become uneasy thinking that the village might have been attacked as a result of our raid. I felt almost giddy when they responded that all was quiet and things were progressing as expected as it became late spring and the cold Southern Hemisphere winter approached rapidly.

There had been no further sexual contact for me with Kylana, and there was no urgency to do so. The teen and her siblings were becoming very comfortable around camp, and they were rather friendly and helpful once they understood what was expected. Popko had said nothing further about his interest in Hunamu, and I'd seen nothing more between them other than a close friendship when they were around the rest of us.

Popko's relief at having heard from his village had been evident, and when he learned that he was not immediately in trouble for leaving without permission, he had nearly cried. The young man still needed a bit of prodding sometimes to undertake established tasks, but he usually did so quickly once it was suggested to him. He had taken to sleeping with Kylana and her siblings in the common shelter, but if anything was going on between any of them, I never saw or heard it.

Cool breezes were coming over the island from the South and East for days, causing us all to wear clothing or cover when outside. Manu and Amu came back from the North for a few days, replaced by Kate and Nina. Manu and Amu were enjoying their time together and while they said they missed us all, they were happy to continue manning the North and maintaining the crops. They brought back a few beans and peppers, along with a few late-season tubers and potatoes and gourds. They returned to the North after staying just two days before going back, planning to keep Kate there with them a week or so to help with some improvements, and Mie and Poln went with them. Nina returned on her own.

Both Amy and Keekah were beginning to show clear signs of their pregnancies, each approaching the four-month point. Amy's breasts had already swollen and her areolae had become darker and larger, her tits growing and becoming heavy. Keekah, too, had seen her mounds add weight as her belly became rounded and gave her a very beautiful set of new curves to admire. She often sang to herself, and to our child growing inside her.

Keekah really took to being pregnant. For so long, she had wanted to have my child, but I think, honestly, the teen was just eager to have a child of her own. I had seen her often admiring Bailey when she held Katie, and I could tell that Keekah was dreaming of the days in which she could have the same experiences. My lover had taken to caressing her growing belly and smiling at me regularly. Even if things went badly at some point, at least for the time, Keekah was enthralled with carrying our child.

Amy's reaction to her pregnancy was very different. As her body started to swell and give signs of what she carried, she'd become quiet quickly. At first, I thought that perhaps it was that she didn't feel well, often sick in the mornings and sometimes nauseous at night as well. Bailey consoled her and helped her keep her hair clear when she was unable to stop from vomiting, but one afternoon, Bailey came to me, concerned.

“Something's wrong with Amy,” Bailey said quietly as I urinated into the surf. She squatted down and did the same, pulling down the jeans which had covered her lower half in the day's cool breezes, soon pissing strongly.

I felt immediate fear. “What's wrong?” I said, mirroring her concern.

“I don't know, Kal... she's just... withdrawn right now.”

“Not feeling well, maybe?” I asked.

“That's part of it, I'm sure, but... I think you should talk to her.”

“I will, of course. I'm sorry I missed that something more was going on.”

“I did too, for a few days, but I think it is more than just her not feeling well. She won't tell me, though.”

“Ok. I've about finished up the repairs to the fire pit. I'll go see her immediately after.”

Bailey stood and pulled her jeans up, then kissed me, offering me a small smile, “thanks, Kal.”

“No reason to thank me. I care about Amy, as I do you. I don't like seeing her troubled.”

“Me either. I care about her, too. Maybe she just needs to talk to you, one-on-one.”

- - -

I finished up the fire pit repairs, adding a few flat stones to fix where part of it had collapsed in a heavy rain from a couple of days earlier. I washed up in the surf, then went to the shelter I shared with my wives.

Amy was on her back, under a blanket, staring up at the ceiling. She had a thin line of tears leaking from her eyes.

I slid in beside her and she tucked her head onto my shoulder. “What is it, Amy? What's wrong?”

She shook her head, silent a moment. I rubbed her arm and slid my hand over her belly, gently caressing where she had begun to show signs of the baby inside her body. “Tell me,” I said softly.

She let out a breath and said weakly, “I don't know...”

“Just feeling depressed? That can happen sometimes. It's okay. It's normal...”

Amy shrugged, finally replying, “maybe...”

“Please, Amy. Talk to me. I think there's something bothering you. Please trust me and talk to me...”

The sixteen-year old started crying softly, saying quietly with effort, “it might not be yours...”

“What?”

“My baby... it might not be yours...”

It took me a moment to realize what she was saying, and I felt stupid for never having considered it before. Before I could collect my thoughts and respond, Amy continued. “I was... with Tok... sometimes... what if it was his seed...”

I swallowed. It didn't sting the way Amy seemed to fear it might. I wasn't jealous at all. I'd known Amy had sex with Tok sometimes, just as I had sex with Hakee and others. I wasn't even jealous that it might not be my child. It didn't change anything in my mind. I'd love the girl or boy regardless of which of us fathered it. “Amy... it's okay, really. I don't care whose baby it is...”

Her head spun towards me, and it was clear in her look that I'd misunderstood the reason for her grief. “But... maybe I cared.”

“What do you mean?”

In a very quiet voice, Amy told me, “I wanted it to be yours... I kind of... liked that it would be yours. I've been thinking about it as our baby, Kal. But... a few days ago... I realized that... I don't know whose it is... At first, I worried that you might be... I dunno... mad. Or jealous. But I thought about it more and I knew that wasn't you... but... I had thought so much about having your baby that... I don't know why it makes me upset... that it might not be yours...”

I said nothing a while, just holding her against me. “You don't want to have Tok's child, if it is his?” I asked, unsure what to say.

“No!,” she replied quickly, “no... it's not that. I just... you know I like to dream about things, Kal, I like to imagine what might happen. I put so much into... all this... I have so many thoughts and plans and I've imagined you holding our child, like you do Katie, and I've dreamed about seeing your eyes light up when you first see her and I've wanted to give you that... Now... I don't know. It might not be yours and... I can't help feeling the loss for all that I wanted for us...”

“Amy,” I said, trying to quickly collect my thoughts, “I will love the child whether it is mine or not. You're my wife, my lover, my friend. I care about you deeply, and I'll care about the baby as if it is my own. I promise you that. I... I can't do anything to repair those dreams, I really can't. We'll know if it is mine or Tok's in a few months, but until then... please... please see that this is so special, so amazing, that you're carrying a new part of all of us. That's the magic here, right? That we share intimacy and passion and emotions freely together.”

“I know,” she said, her tears finally slowing. “I know it's silly... I just... I don't know, Kal. I'm not less happy to think it might be Tok who set his seed in me. Not that. He's a great man, and... I'm happy to think he's given me a child. I just...” she let out a sigh and pushed herself against me tighter, “I just loved you first. You were my first time, my first mature crush. I love Tok, sure, but... it's not the same... like you and Hakee, I guess. You love her, but... not in the same way you love me or Bailey...”

“True...”

“So...” she said, more resolute than when she'd started, “that's what has been bothering me... I'm not upset that it might be Tok's... I'm upset that it might not be yours...”

“I love you, Amy. Truly, fully. I love you and I'll do anything to see you smile again. Your baby will be my baby whether or not it was my seed. Just like Katie has been loved by everyone. Think about how Kate has taken her in as part of her life. She didn't give birth to Katie, but she's become so in love with my daughter that she thinks of her as her own. And Bailey and I both love that... trust me, Amy,” I said, kissing her cheek, “you'll find yourself happy again. Just think, in a few months you'll be able to feed from your body, you'll get to hold her, or him, and you'll get to see all of our eyes light up to hold whatever wonderful combination of egg and sperm you deliver.”

Amy laughed then, “'combination of egg and sperm, Kal? Really?”

I shrugged, “accurate, right?”

“I suppose... just... clinical.” She let out a long breath. “It hasn't helped that I've been sick a lot. I guess that is sorta making me depressed, too... I'm not used to doing so little around here. It makes me feel like I did when I first came here.”

“You were so skinny then, way too skinny. But, damn, Amy... it took very little time to see you turn around and grow. I cannot imagine life without you.”

“Oh, I dunno, Kal,” she said, “you have plenty of horny, beautiful women around you to love... I doubt you'd have missed me.”

“I'd certainly miss you now if you weren't here, that I know... I don't even want to think about that... I need you in my life, Amy. I love that you are part of my world, and I always want you to be here with me.”

“Aww,” she purred, turning to kiss my chest, “you're such a sweetheart, Kal... always making me feel better... mmm,” she said softly as my fingers grazed her breasts, “do that again and I'll show you what else feels good right now...”

I smiled and caressed her breasts for a while, Amy slowly stroking my erect penis against her thigh. “Mmmm...” she purred again as my hand drifted lower to stroke her between her parted thighs, “keep doing that and I'm going to cum...”

My fingers slipped between her silky folds and inside her vagina, pulling out wetness and circling her clit. Amy rose to my touch and soon shuddered in orgasm, “uuuhhh... oooohhh... ohhh... Kal... oohhhh...”

I slid over her and she took my penis in her hand, guiding it into her slippery hole. I sank in, hot flesh surrounding my cock as I started to fuck her pussy. Amy's hands moved to my chest where she ran her fingers around my nipples and down over my stomach as we rutted. She closed her eyes and her hips rolled with each stroke, meeting me as I pushed in and out of her body.

I came so quickly that it felt like an eruption. One moment, I was lost in the heat and tenderness of Amy's flesh, the next, I was crying out in pleasure as I ejaculated into her pregnant vagina. Her cunt clamped down on me as I unloaded, and I held deep inside her, shuddering in orgasm as I brought my lips to hers.

We kissed and she cooed as I reached between us, touching her clit with just enough pressure to feel her rising against me, her pleasure rushing over her before my cock softened and slipped out. As Amy came a second time, her clenching hole forced me out, semen squirting from her channel in a wet gurgle. I felt it rush over my half-hard dick as I held against her, rocking with her as she relaxed and panted.

We lay side-by-side for a while, my arm over her body as we kissed and shared light touches. She whispered to me, “thank you, Kal... you always know how to make me feel better in so many ways...”

I didn't reply and didn't need to. I knew we'd have to continue to talk things out, but I felt like, maybe, just being honest with me had helped Amy calm her uncertainty, at least for a time.

She started to doze and I carefully pulled myself from her body and covered her with a blanket, then stepped back outside to work on supper.

- - -

I really didn't feel jealousy thinking about Amy's concerns, but I better understood her own thoughts. I got that she'd created a fantasy of the scenario, how I would be the one in those moments she so looked forward to experiencing. It wasn't that she was unable or unwilling to think that Tok might feel the same way, that he might be the one whose eyes danced to see their child, but that hadn't been the scenario she'd played out, and I knew that it was hard for Amy to think that, perhaps, she'd have to accept that the details were not as she might have imagined them.

Of course, we had no way of knowing for some months who might be the father. Amy had been intimate with me often, less so with Tok, but around the time she'd become pregnant, I knew both of us had cum inside of her, and so either of us could have ejaculated the sperm which finally joined with her egg.

Really, though, I just wanted Amy to be happy. Sure, I was excited to think that the child was mine, but even after talking to her, I didn't find that my feelings were much changed. I loved Amy enough to not be jealous when she sought out pleasure or even emotional bonding with others. I loved that she shared with me her excitement after she'd taken Tok inside her body the first time. He was only the second man who had made love with her, and it had turned her on to tell me about it all those months before.

Tok was a good man, as Amy said. No, he was a great man as far as I was concerned. I'd seen Tok give himself to any task or challenge, always putting others first, always ensuring that we were left each night in better shape than the one before. He'd be a great father, and in a small way, I felt compersion to know that he might return from Uhonamona and eventually hold his baby in his arms.

I told Bailey about the conversation and I think she understood what was happening. I took Katie for a while as Bailey bathed and voided her bowels, holding our daughter and thinking about what it was like to see a small, vulnerable creature I'd helped create and now loved without conditions. I tried to imagine it wasn't my child and what I might feel if Katie had been Tok's, or any other man's.

I found that I could only think about Bailey's emotions, about Bailey's well-being. Loving the child, even if it had not been mine, made Bailey happy and ensured her life was more fulfilling. I'm sure it might have changed my reactions, at times, but all that mattered to me was that Katie had come from Bailey's body, that I loved Bailey so much that I didn't care how the infant had been conceived. I hoped that I found the same held true whenever Amy bore her child, and if it was Tok's seed which had set, I hoped that my strong feelings for Amy's happiness matched that which I felt for Bailey and that they found me loving the baby regardless of who had fathered her.

Bailey returned from the surf and kissed me, looking sleepy. Darkness had set in already, the reduction in daylight becoming more obvious in early June. She said she was going to check on Amy and headed to the shelter, taking our daughter with her. As much as I missed seeing Bailey, and the other women, naked and glistening, I had to admit I loved seeing the way the ragged blue jeans hugged my young wife's body. I whistled my appreciation at her as she left. Bailey turned back with a smile, wiggling her hips, then bending forward slightly to tease me, blowing me a kiss before disappearing into our cabin.

Keekah and Hakee joined me around the fire as I toked a joint to life. Keekah and Amy had been very good about not drinking alcohol or smoking pot while pregnant, and I skipped my young wife as I passed the joint to Hakee. The eighteen-year old took a long drag, then a second, smiling at me before returning it.

The situation with Amy made me realize that it was possible that Keekah's baby was not mine either, but unlike Amy, we'd discussed that at some point. Keekah had told me she didn't care, really, that, though she wanted to give me babies, that if Tok instead got her pregnant, that would be fine, too. Remembering that conversation made me more certain that Keekah's desire to give me babies had been a thin cover for her own wish to have a child. She loved me, I knew, and I thought she did want to have my child, but in the end, Keekah wanted to be a mother, and she was happy to be a few months into making her wish come true.

I found myself asking a question of her sister that had long-circled in the back of my mind. “Hakee... what do you think about possibly becoming pregnant?”

She shrugged, looking at Keekah a moment. “If it happens, then good,” Hakee replied. “I will not worry. Why?”

I said, “just curious. It's always a possibility.”

“I know,” Hakee responded, “and I will welcome it if it happens. Unlike Keekah, I do not feel a drive to make it so, but... I am unwilling to avoid the risk...”

I nodded, “okay... I just... wanted to know that you had considered it.”

Keekah laughed, “saying you want get Hakee with baby, Kowl?”

I grinned, “no, not specifically, but... I always enjoy taking that risk...”

Hakee grinned, as well, “me, too. Not tonight, though... sorry, Kal. Nina and I... we used my 'man' this morning and I think she wore me out... I am sore...”

I smiled, “never apologize for that, Hakee. Nina has, many times, worn me out as well and left me sore.”

Hakee nodded, still smiling, “I love her, Kal.”

“I know. I've really happy for you both. Nina is an amazing woman, and you, too. You deserve to be happy together.”

“How did you meet her?” Hakee asked me.

I thought back to the days after Kate and I had opened our marriage. “Kate and I went through a rough period early in our marriage and we almost split up. But... we worked on our relationship and decided that we wanted the chance to be open, sexually and romantically. We spent time with a few single women but nothing really developed long-term until Nina.”

I pulled through the joint. “We met her in San Diego, at a tiki bar. She was with a couple of college friends, and we ended up talking with them all night. I was attracted to Nina, and I could tell she was flirting with both me and Kate. My wife suggested that we joined up for drinks again the following week, and when it was clear there was a mutual attraction, we openly discussed our relationship with her.”

“What did she think about that?” Hakee inquired.

“I think it surprised her a bit, but Nina was at a stage in her life where she didn't particularly want a traditional relationship, and it was Nina who asked us if we would consider someone her age. We got the hint and asked her if we could go on a real date with her, the three of us, and Nina said she would like that. So, a couple of weeks later, we did, and then did it again a few nights later. We all grew very comfortable and just... clicked. We became intimate after that, and Nina moved in with us a few weeks later.”

“Nice,” Hakee replied, “she talks to me about how much she loves you and Kate, still, how much she appreciates how you treated her and let her work into your marriage. Even now... with things... different... I know she loves you, Kal.”

“I know, and you know I feel the same. It isn't easy, often, to always be so close to everyone. I mean... I'd love to be able to have Nina and you as close to me as Keekah and the others, but...”

“I think you have your hands full, Kal,” Hakee said, smiling, “but I appreciate that.” Unspoken was the time when Hakee and I had given into our mutual crush and caused harm in my other relationships, specifically with Amy. I had hurt Hakee who thought of me as her boyfriend, and it still caused me to cringe to think how foolish I'd been. Hakee and I had found a balance which had allowed us to share intimacy without drawing ourselves together in a romantic way. It wasn't easy, to be sure, because Hakee was the type of young woman I knew I fell for easily. She was beautiful and smart and strong-willed, kind and generous and a bit stubborn. A lot like Kate, in many ways.

But it was very true that I had stretched the bonds of intimacy and emotional attachment to the limits with my four wives. Just thinking about that made me shake my head in disbelief. I still felt like I gave each of them far less than they deserved, spending less time in private, one-on-one conversations or sharing touches with each. It helped, far more than was overt or obvious, that my wives cared for each other and were in love together, not just for my sake but out of genuine affection. Each of us was polyamorous and our five-person relationship, while unusual and not always easy to navigate, was strengthened by the bonds which, even now, grew stronger each day.

“Amy looking tired and sad, Kowl,” Keekah said, “she okay?”

I looked at my wife and replied, “yeah. She's dealing with some emotions right now. We talked earlier. I'll let her explain if she wants to, but, yeah, generally she's okay.”

Keekah nodded, “I will go to her and Bailey. Maybe they need hugs.” Keekah smiled at me and kissed my lips a moment before heading to the shelter. Like Bailey, I admired the way the dark pants she wore hugged her lovely curves in a very arousing manner.

The others were already in for the night, a storm approaching from the east, threatening to bring cold showers and lower temperatures. Hakee slid onto my lap and gave me a kiss, an affectionate smile on her face. “I may be sore, but... maybe you would like to enjoy my mouth?”

I grinned at her, “you know I cannot turn that down, Hakee...”

She purred as she ground her hips against me, her pants loose but still making her ass look amazing. My cock grew hard underneath her, and she moved down between my legs, unzipped my fly, and pulled it out, stroking it with her fingers. “You do have a nice one, Kal. Better than my 'man,' that's for sure...”

I chuckled and she slid her lips down my length. I moaned my pleasure as Hakee sucked me, slurping up and down my cock. I knew she was cleaning Amy's pussy juice and my sperm from my flesh as she purred and bobbed and sucked me with just the right amount of suction.

Hakee had gotten better and better at oral sex. Nina had told me that the eighteen-year old was practicing with her stone phallus as Nina gave her suggestions. It often turned both of them on that they were using it on each other soon thereafter. The teen's lips slid perfectly along my shaft, and I was quickly buzzing with tension and pleasure, running my fingers through her black hair, groaning as I felt her tongue flick along my length and tease me to squirt precum into her mouth.

She pulled back and sucked just the head of my penis a moment, then dipped down to take me deep into her throat. Hakee gagged lightly but didn't pull off, pressing her face against my groin and trying to slide me all the way into her mouth. I could feel her tongue pressing under my shaft, and the sensations of suction and warm wetness sent me over the top. “Hakee... mmm... gonna... cum... ohh... ohhh...”

I flooded Hakee's throat. The first thick spurt splashed down and nearly choked her, but after a quick cough, she stayed over me, the head of my squirting cock pointing down her throat. I fired creamy streams of semen directly into her stomach, Hakee letting me finish as my dick hung against the back of her mouth.

I finished quickly, the powerful orgasm draining me of strength. Slowly, she pulled away. She didn't even need to swallow, almost all of my cum had bypassed her tongue and was already sliding down her throat and into her stomach. “Wow, Hakee... wow...”

Hakee smiled and licked her lips, “I've been practicing...”

“Damn... I can see... impressive...”

She kissed me a moment then tucked my cock back into my pants, using her finger to draw a drop of white sperm from the opening at the tip, then licking it from her flesh, purring. “You taste good...” We kissed again, and she said she was tired. I let her know I'd clean up and put the fire to bed and she headed off to curl up with Nina, who had laid down with a headache after supper and was sleeping in their shelter.

I eyed the approaching storm a moment, alone. Lightening broke through enough to show the bulbous clouds as they approached, but it was mild in comparison to many thunderstorms we'd had and I didn't expect it to be a serious issue for us. I turned the fire over and buried the coals enough to keep them warm and protected from some of the rain, then put away our pots and other items used during supper.

Amy came out from our shelter just as I was heading in. She had a sleepy smile on her face. “Hey, you,” she said.

“Hey. How you feeling?” I said, hugging her.

“Better. Really, better. I guess I just needed to talk about it. I guess... I kinda did worry that you might not be happy... I don't really care, Kal. I don't. I mean... yeah, I imagined it was yours and all that might mean but... I don't want it to change the way you feel about me, you know? That I might be having another man's baby...”

“Amy, sweet Amy. I love you and this, whatever it turns out to be, will not change that. Trust me, Sweetheart. I love you and just want you to be happy. If it is Tok's, then I'll love it as if it were my own, because I know you want that. I'm so excited, either way, and I'm eager to see you holding your own child in your arms. You'll be a great mother, Amy, I just know it. And both Tok and I... we'll be great fathers, too. You've seen Tok with Katie...”

“Yes... he cares for her.”

“And he'll care for yours, as well, whether it is his or mine...”

“I see that now...” She kissed my lips. “I love you, Kal. Thank you for always finding new ways to make me fall in love with you over and over...” Amy glanced up to where the storm was already raining on he East end of the island. “I'm still sleepy, coming to bed soon?”

“Coming right now, in fact. Just need to rinse up.”

“Great,” Amy kissed my cheek and I could see her eyes sparkling in the flashes of lightening. “I'd love for you to hold me tonight, at least for a while.”

“I'd love to do just that.”