Shipwrecked - Chapter 147: The Why of Kinnon (Mf creampie)

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Chapter 147: The Why of Kinnon

I woke ahead of dawn with butterflies in my stomach. It wasn't nervousness. I think I was just energized by the challenges ahead. We'd set our course on Phoenix, and though the arrival of the newcomers had taken place a couple of months ahead of schedule, I was convinced it was a positive. We had a ton of work to do to provide shelter and food for everyone, but my life had become one focused on survival. At first, it had been hour-to-hour, and then day-to-day. With new hands and a lot of effort, we got to month-to-month, and now we had a better buffer, more like season-to-season.

My eagerness was sharpened by my experience with Kinnon and Bailey the night before. I don't know why it had been such a special moment for me. I mean, every moment of intimacy I shared was special, and doubly so with Bailey. But I really liked Kinnon, and I think I had already planted in her the seed of hope for all of the newcomers. If she turned out to be as good a citizen as she promised to be, perhaps the others, too, would round out our community in ways we had only hoped for. I knew it was a lot of pressure on one person, and I vowed to not expect more from Kinnon than I did from anyone else. She seemed capable, at least from a couple of days of getting to know her, and it was hard not to think about how much she would add to our life on Phoenix.

I found myself in the bath house, naked and alone, a couple of candles lit and the instruments I'd dug out of the storage box in the corner resting on the small sink. A mirror in my hand, I began the tedious process of trimming my wild beard with the scissors before lathering up the remainder and using a razor to remove the last stubble on my face.

I don't know why I'd shaved, or so I told myself at first. The last time I'd done so, I'd been in Papeete, and my mind had been in a very different state then. As the razor cleared the last of the rough patches near my chin, I realized it had been Kinnon's words to me about 'how much beauty' was being hidden under my beard which had sent me to the pre-dawn task. I wasn't doing it to impress her or try to attract the woman, at least not consciously. I think it likely that I'd not shaven since Papeete as a reminder of what I'd nearly become during my isolation. It was a symbol, of sorts, that I wasn't going back to those clean-shaven but mentally-unstable days.

I washed away the last loose hairs and the remainder of the lather and eyed myself in the mirror. I saw strength there, a strength I didn't see in Papeete. I suppose I liked the way I looked freshly-shaved. It was the 'me' I most recognized. On Phoenix, I'd often gone long periods without a shave, but these last few months that anti-ritual had grown to be more of a barrier to accepting that I'd survived and escaped my mental prison in Tahiti. Sure, I still bore the scars, without a doubt, but being on Phoenix had a way of soothing those old pains, and being around those I loved, people who loved me deeply, and even the new friendships developing with Kinnon and Ekoh, it all came together to support me no matter what. The beard was gone, and, I hoped, the lingering doubts about myself which I'd secretly harbored for many, many months.

I stepped out of the bath house and stretched, letting the light breeze finish drying my face. As the previous day, I found that Kinnon had risen before me and already had the fire going. I made my way to her and said, “Not often someone is up before me two days in a row.”

She smiled, back in her clothing, “I've always been an early riser. Once I wake, I'm ready to get up and going. Always been that way, even as a kid. Coffee?”

“Please.”

“Black?” She asked.

“Like I like my women,” I replied, causing her to laugh, “at least some of them.”

I took the cup from her and sipped the hot bitter drink. “Thanks,” I told her, “for that massage. My back hasn't felt this good in a very long time.”

She nodded, “Any time. And thank you... for sharing Bailey with me... I... I rather enjoyed that...”

“As did she. And no need to thank me. Bailey is not mine to share. She is her own person. She shares as she wishes.”

“It will take me some time to get used to these relationships,” Kinnon said evenly, “honestly, I feel a little uneasy about last night. Like I crossed a boundary.”

“I won't question your feelings, but I can tell you that no boundaries were crossed for me or Bailey. I enjoyed last night, and she did, as well. There aren't such carefully drawn lines here as you are used to seeing. Sure, it makes sense to talk first, and not just assume anything, but Bailey and I, and pretty much all the others save maybe a few currently North such as the twins, are rather hedonistic and open with their intimacy. The few 'official' bondings are more for ceremony than restriction.”

“Has that ever caused problems here?” Kinnon asked.

I thought a moment. “Yes. Early on. When we were still working things out. Bailey, Keekah, Gale, and I were the original four, but when Amy and those from Hahonoko arrived, it presented opportunities to expand our intimate relationships, and I did so without talking things over properly.”

“What happened?”

“I made love with Hakee not long after Amy and I were intimate, and though we'd discussed Amy joining Bailey, Keekah, and me, we'd not talked about whether there was an open relationship where anything was allowed. I made a mistake, and it hurt Amy, as well as Hakee. I never meant it, but it was my fault. We worked through it, and eventually, we've come to value expanding our relationships and once we established the love and trust between us all, it became natural to seek out such pairings. Now, it's very casual even though I clearly have the strongest bonds with my four wives, I still have close, loving relationships with Nina and Hakee, and others to a lesser extent.”

“And you're okay with them having other men?” Kinnon inquired.

“Completely.”

“To the point of Tok fathering Amy's child.”

I smiled. “Honestly, that's been something I, perhaps unexpectedly, have come to cherish. Tok is like a brother to me. He's a great man, a good friend, and though he and Gale have a special bond, she is unable to conceive. That he and Amy have brought a child into our lives is a wonderful joy. It makes them both very happy to have Azure. I can think of few more amazing moments in our lives than seeing Tok meet his daughter.”

Kinnon let out a breath. “This will take some getting used to,” she said, “but I like what I'm hearing. Sex can so often tear down communities. Jealousy. Pregnancies. Rivalries. It sounds like you've found a way to avoid most of those problems.”

“Consent first and foremost, but beyond that, just respect, pleasure, and friendship. It simplifies things. Sure, there are sometimes disagreements and such, but I can't recall any due to intimacy since those early days with Amy and Hakee and me.”

I watched as she reached down beside her chair and pulled back a small flask, opening it and tapping a few splashes into her coffee. She saw me looking and said, “Just a nip. I brought it with me, not taking from the common supplies.”

I considered how to respond. Before I said a word, she said, “That okay?”

“I suppose...”

“Just a nip,” she repeated, “it's how I get myself going in the morning. It won't affect my work, I promise.” Kinnon looked down at where she held the flask over her coffee, slowly draining alcohol into her drink. “It's what lets me look forward to things each day...”

I was silent as she screwed the cap back on and sat the flask beside her chair. “I think there's more to your past than you have shared...” I said as gently as possible.

Kinnon sipped her spiked drink slowly. “Not something I share with anyone...”

I nodded with understanding. “Well... if you ever wish to talk about it... I'm here, and I'm sure others would be glad to listen any time.”

I watched her lip quiver a moment, then she took a long swallow, wiping her lips with the back of her arm.

“I was in med school... back in the states. It was... a party. I shouldn't have been there, honestly, I had exams the next morning... but I needed a break and I went. My best girl friend left early, and I was by myself with no one I knew. The next thing I remember was fuzzy. There was a guy. Two guys... and I seem to remember a girl's voice cheering them on...”

I stayed silent, my heart in my throat.

“I don't remember much about it. The next morning I woke up in the woods near campus. I... I was naked and... sore... in places... I knew what had happened. The first thought I had was to end it all. I felt horribly violated. I felt like trash. I just wanted it to end. I cried myself to sleep right there and when I got up again, I managed to get back to my apartment after finding some plastic sheeting to cover my shame. I sat on the edge of my couch,” Kinnon said evenly. “I knew just what to get. I knew what I could take from the dispensary to end it all. I don't even recall doing it. But I held that bottle in my hands some time later that day, tapping out one pill after another. I had more than enough to end it all right then. It would have been painless. Easy. So... so easy...”

“Yet,” I said gently when she grew silent, “you didn't do it...”

“No... I decided I wanted one last drink. No idea why,” she replied, “but I got out a bottle of this stuff called Everclear, grain alcohol that was something like one-hundred ninety proof, real hard stuff which tasted horrible and burned like hell going down. Usually, it went into some big tub with juice and fresh fruit to make a strong punch. My roommate... my lover at the time... had bought that bottle with just that sort of thing in mind.”

She sipped again and continued, “I downed a big gulp of the stuff and lost track of the pills. I felt shattered, but the alcohol masked all that... My lover found me at some point and I suppose I told her what had happened. I got Baker acted, for my own protection, and I spent a few days in a hospital. I must have told my story to a dozen different cops and psychologists. I ended up there almost two weeks. I missed my classes, though I was able to make it up later. But as soon as I went back to my apartment, I started this habit,” she raised the cup higher, “and it's been my way of ensuring that each time I go to sleep, I have something to look forward to.”

I felt sadness washing over me. I hated what had happened to Kinnon. I hated that the scars still hurt her so. “Never goes away, does it...”

“Never,” she said in a whisper. Kinnon cleared her through and finished her drink. “Still,” she said, “I'm here. And I'm serious when I said I'll do my part. I want to break this habit, Kal. I really do. I... I'll never put it behind me... not fully. But those days get farther away every second, and... you asked before why I'm here. This is why. It's not just that I was treated as an outsider in Uhonamona. It's that I never found myself there with a chance to heal. Maybe, I hoped, maybe I can find that here...”

I reached my hand out and took hers. Kinnon's fingers grasped mine tightly. I said gently, “I know you didn't share that easily, Kinnon, and I am humbled that you chose to share it with me. If I can do anything... I'm here. We're all here for you.”

“Don't pity me,” she said firmly. “Whatever you think, whatever this changes about how you see me, don't pity me. I'm not a victim, I'm a survivor. I may never leave it behind me completely, but I won't let it control me as it did for years. All I ask is for a chance, Kal. A chance to be myself, to take back what was lost, and to reform my own self-image. I'm my own worst critic. I have hated myself unfairly, and yet, those, too, are hard habits to break. But I don't want anyone to think me broken. Support me, but don't pity me.”

“I promise.”

“And... please don't talk about this with the others... I ask to be the one to decide who and when I tell.”

“I... That is difficult, and let me say why,” I explained. “My wives and I hold no secrets. I need to be able to talk to them about what I've learned, about what troubles me. I don't know if I can withhold this from them.”

“I'm not asking you to lie, Kal,” Kinnon said, carefully pleading, “I ask only that you don't mention it to them. Please... this is my secret to tell, and I guard it fiercely. Please...”

I let out a long breath. “I promise I won't mention it, though I hope you understand that it is difficult given the trust and honesty I have with my wives...”

“I understand. I just ask for patience. Please.”

“I promise,” I affirmed.

Kinnon trembled slightly and kept hold of my hand. She whispered, “You are one of the few men who make me wish I could think of men romantically, Kal. You listen like a woman.”

“I'll take that as a compliment.”

“I meant it as one,” she said, smiling suddenly. “That I don't fall in love with men doesn't mean I don't appreciate a good man when I meet him. Your wives are very lucky women.”

“I hope I'm always worthy of their love. I certainly do my best.”

Kinnon let go my hand and looked the fire a moment, then back at me, “So, Bailey was... twelve... the first time you two were intimate?”

I nodded. “Yeah...”

“So young...”

“I know,” I replied.

“How exactly did you two... end up that way?”

I recalled those days and described them in some detail to Kinnon. I told her about how I'd washed up with no clothing, about how Bailey and I had grew close quickly as we were both very scared and in shock. I even was honest about how I'd cum on Bailey's back as we held together for warmth. “She was very mature about it all. I felt horrid at first, like I was abusing her, but we were alone together, and she was a kind soul and it was clear she liked me as well. We shared ourselves in those early days, probably as much to find a small comfort in a very dire situation, but it became so much more.”

“That's a story worthy of a movie, Kal. Wonder if anyone still makes those?”

“No idea. Seems rather a waste of effort these days, but maybe things are changing.”

“The War's changing,” Kinnon said flatly, “it's getting closer to a tipping point. GS is in a corner, I think. Progress is feeling like pushing harder. GS is hiding something, that's the rumor. Some weapon or something they think can turn this around. Most of the Uhonamonans believe it will be used against them one way or another, and that's why they sought out the support of Progress.”

“Which side did you take in that argument?”

“I was for the alliance, though I'm no fool. I knew it meant being effectively colonized. But I don't think there was much choice.”

“They'll miss your skills when the fighting starts...”

She nodded, “but Progress has reportedly been training up a strong set of skilled medics and such. They'll hopefully be made available to the natives there. Plus there were others with my skills, most of them, back in Uhonamona. I doubt they'll miss me.”

“I'd miss you if you left, I promise you that.”

She smiled and took my hand. “No wonder four women have married you. You're a sweetheart.”

“I do my best. Say,” I said, stretching, “I need to relieve myself, then how about we see about getting a pot of porridge going for breakfast. I heard someone up and about in the shelters now.”

“I'll get right on it. Good luck,” she told me with a wink.

“Good luck?” I asked, confused.

“I hope everything... works out... for you down there.”

I shook my head, grinning, “It usually does, but I appreciate your support.”

“Any time,” Kinnon told me, laughing.

- - -

Gale and Tok arrived at first light having worked their way in the darkness from the North. As soon as everyone had eaten breakfast, we started on the heavy unloading of the remaining items on the boat which needed to stay South. It took a ton of effort as there was a lot to take off. There was enough treated wood and supplies to put up several new buildings in the south, as well as more to create a second large shelter, a good-sized storage area, and a food preservation hut in the North. Those latter supplies stayed on the boat for transport to the North later that day.

Ekoh had a couple of floating platforms which made it easier to offload, though hauling and storing the materials took all capable hands. By the time lunch was ready, the supplies were stacked neatly or put away in storage, and the boat was being readied for the trip around to the other side of the island.

Everyone but Bailey, Keekah, Amy, and Nina went North, most by boat, the others on foot. The more hands we had to haul the supplies to the North camp, the more likely we'd be able to return to the South before nightfall.

Wearing my traveling shirt and jeans, shoes on my feet, I was leaning against the port side railing when Takino came over to talk. “This is exciting,” he told me. “A new life.”

“Glad to have you here, Takino,” I replied, “what brought you to Phoenix?”

He stared out to the West as we rounded the island near the sheer cliff which loomed to our left. “A chance to be myself”

“How so?” I asked.

His eyes looked into mine a moment, then he looked back at the cliff. “I think you know.”

“Not really,” I answered, “I could guess, I suppose.”

“And what would you guess?”

“Well,” I said, “you came here alone. From what I've seen, you don't seem know anyone else, so it isn't due to a friendship. You were one of the few who didn't seem to furtively glance at the naked women here, but I saw you eyeing me a time or two.”

“I meant no offense!” He exclaimed.

“None taken, I assure you,” I replied, “but my guess is that you are gay and, like others, you were not accepted in Uhonamona.”

“Yes. That's it exactly,” he agreed. “Tok and Gale had told me about how things were different here. That I might one day find a chance to be myself. I am glad you allowed me this opportunity.”

“There's no judgement here, Takino. Your attractions are your own, no one here will think of you differently for preferring men.”

“It is more than preference. I hold no interest in women,” he told me. “And in my home, this was unacceptable.”

“I've heard that before.”

“Popko?” He asked carefully.

I nodded.

“I had heard rumors that he was like me.”

“He's bisexual, but he has developed a close relationship with Hunamu since he arrived here unexpectedly.”

“I look forward to speaking with him,” Takino explained, “I only briefly talked to him when we were North, and I only spoke to him once or twice back home.”

“He's a good young man. I think you'll like him.”

“Are there... others... like me?”

I shrugged, “Those two. I don't know about Kilba or Iplah.”

“And... you?” He queried, glancing past my face.

“Unfortunately straight. Not for lack of wanting,” I said with a grin, “but as you can't will yourself to desire women, I cannot will myself to desire men. Sorry.”

He drew a tight smile. “I understand. I had to know. You are very attractive, especially now that you have shaved.”

I slapped my hand on his shoulder. “I appreciate that, Takino. Feel free to look all you want, you won't offend me. I hope you find some companionship here. I truly do.”

“Thanks,” he said, eyes dropping briefly down my body, “though I preferred it when you wore no clothes.”

We laughed together a moment before Ekoh called for my attention at the console.

“What's up?” I asked as I stepped to his side.

He pointed to the hand-drawn map Amy had given him before we departed which showed the shallow spit of sandbar which ran Northeast from the corner of the island. “Think you can help me avoid this?”

“I can. You're fine for another two or three minutes, but you'll want to turn North-northeast before we pass that rockfall.” I pointed to the shore where part of the cliff had fallen to form a heavy pile of grey and green-coated rocks which stood out from the otherwise nearly-sheer cliff. “I'll let you know when we've gotten past the shallow point.”

I guided Ekoh as we turned out into the Eastern waters a few minutes, then pointed him back to the West as we worked our way towards the small Northern beach where we'd offload our supplies. There was a nervous energy on the boat, some of it an eager desire to get this tedious, heavy work underway, but much more of it, I thought, from the newcomers who were getting a taste of what was in store for them on Phoenix.

Things had been different on Uhonamona. Sure, each of them had held a responsibility and put in hard work, sometimes very labor-intensive. But they had a large population, one which had efficiencies we couldn't match. It meant that their downtime was different on Phoenix. It meant each person wore multiple hats, had several types of responsibility, and it meant that anyone who didn't pull their weight was bringing down everyone's chance at survival. On Uhonamona, a few slackers might be noticed, but they wouldn't threaten stability much. Here, that was all different, and the all-hands work which started in earnest that morning had begun to sink in, and I knew it would be the next few days which might make or break each newcomer's chances of being accepted on Phoenix.

There was no time to dwell on expectations or concerns such as those. There was work to do. A party of those in the North met us at the beach and we anchored close in thanks to the big drop-off of the sandy bottom. It meant less distance to float the supplies, but it also meant more hands were needed to haul the wood and other items to the staging area at the base of the top ridge.

By early evening, we had everything ready to go up. The boat was anchored and empty. Tok, Manu, and Amu had rigged a system of ropes and simple pulleys to help haul the heavy items up the ridge. It worked so well that most people were sent up to the ridge to start moving things to their temporary storage areas. Just a couple remained at the bottom to rig up the lumber.

It was an hour before darkness when the last item was stored. I checked the sun's position and told Ekoh, “Get the motor fired up. We need to head back South.”

There were a few quick hugs and calls of 'good luck!' and those of us returning South were soon on board the vessel and heading East to round the island again.

We dropped anchor in the relative safe harbor of the Eastern part of the South beach, far enough from our two other boats, and then, in the dark, we ran a safety line onto shore and tied it securely to an old thick tree. We trekked back to camp in time to have supper with Nina and my three young wives.

My back was aching worse than the day before, but I said nothing to give it away. I'd very much enjoyed Kinnon's massage, but it was asking too much to see if she would do so again. Plus, I had no doubts that almost everyone in camp was as sore as I was. It had been one of our most trying days in terms of heavy lifting since coming to Phoenix. But it would certainly be worth all the effort as our new buildings went up and we secured shelter for the newcomers.

Tok and a few others drew up plans for placement of the new buildings in the South. I grinned watching Tok hold the sleeping Azure against his chest while he explained the ideas. The three new buildings in the North had obvious locations, so there was not much to do there, but we had more of a footprint in the South, plus there were things like our water supply, the snail farm, and the various small gardens around the camp which had to be considered. We also wanted to continue to connect each building with a protected walkway wherever possible, and this presented some challenges.

It made sense to put the medical building, which would double as a rest area for young mothers and children when not in use, immediately next to the bath house. This meant clearing a few trees and losing some of the shade those afforded. We also had to consider how to best attach each building to the common shelter. Separate hallways to each was a non-starter, we simply didn't have a way to do that. It meant we either had to expand the hallways and divert some of the existing ones, or we had to connect building to building directly, forming a chain of shelter-hallway-shelter-hallway-shelter in some cases.

The debate over the layout went late into the evening. One by one, those who held less interest in the discussion retired for the night, leaving Tok, Amy, Kate, Kinnon, Nina, and me. Gale and Hakee had stayed North to guide things there. Gale had had to rush through her inventory and updated ration schedule, but she'd left a copy behind before setting off on foot with just enough time to get North before sunset.

I was glad the weather was fair that evening. Those in the North were too many to crowd comfortably into the shelter there, though in an emergency they could all fit. They'd taken their tents and personal items, and we'd sent along a full pot of the day's stew, dried and smoked fish, and some of the canned items which, assuming Gale's ration schedule allowed it, would help supplement their meals. There were few of us in the South, relatively speaking, to have plenty of room to spread out in the existing shelters, and months worth of food in storage even with all the new mouths to feed.

On the discussion went as new designs were considered. Tok pointed out that we needed to double our fresh water reservoir, and we had the materials to do it. I had previously worried to him that a lot more people would be eating, drinking, and bathing in the South than before, and a great deal of the stream's fresh water was still being spilled over after our reservoir was filled. He took the concern seriously, and had worked it into his designs for the new building.

The final design was completed after several rounds of consideration. We would add five new main buildings, one a medical care shelter, the other four shelters which could accommodate 4-6 people each. We also had supplies for a third storage building, which we needed for preserved food, and we still had enough left over to build another two full buildings and a few additions to existing structures. We decided to save those for later use or in case one or more of the buildings had a significant structural failure.

Amy suggested adding a second outhouse connected to the common room, but that idea was shelved until we would be closer to having more folks staying South, still some weeks away. The six of us still awake, plus Azure, let go the rest of the planning and talked about the changes we'd be in for with so many new people on Phoenix. There was a general and broad sense of optimism. So far, aside from the possible concern about Kinnon's morning alcohol, known only to me and her, the immigrants had showed only good signs so far. Still, we were a few days in, and I wasn't going to set aside my skepticism too quickly. I didn't voice my doubts, however, allowing the days ahead to take on a rosy outlook.

Amy took Azure to the bath house and the five of us left headed down to the surf. I could tell immediately that Tok and Kate were in a playful mood, and I slipped into the water grinning as they laughed together nearby. I hugged Nina and kissed her neck, and then I realized we'd left Kinnon as a sort of fifth wheel. She'd shed her clothes, perhaps a touch more casually this time, and was in the water by herself, her eyes drifting about and the woman appeared to be trying not to intrude on the coupling near her.

I caught Nina's eye and she understood, “You look like you might enjoy a hug,” Nina suggested.

Kinnon smiled, a touch of shyness on her face, then shrugged, moving close enough for Nina to put her arm around her and pull her in. I drifted back a foot or so, letting the two women embrace. I heard Nina moan, “Mmm...” It was clear she enjoyed it.

Kinnon pulled back slowly and said, “Nice night to be outside.”

Nina replied, “When you have a beautiful naked woman in your arms, it's a nice night to be anywhere.”

Kinnon laughed and rested her hand on Nina's upper chest, just above the cleft between the woman's breasts. She let it linger there a moment, then drew it back.

It was obvious after a moment that I was a bit of a fifth wheel. Nina and Kinnon chatted together and were still lightly touching, and Tok and Kate were openly kissing and fondling each other. I'm sure the latter two would have welcomed me into their embrace, but I wasn't willing to break their fun in that moment, and I excused myself quietly. I admit I wanted to stay and see what Kinnon and Nina might do, and of course, Tok and Kate made wonderful lovers to watch, but I really wanted to check on Keekah, Amy, and Bailey and on the children.

I ducked my head inside our shelter and saw that Bailey and Keekah were cuddling, asleep, their babies in cribs beside them. Azure was in with Katie, and Amy's eyes caught mine just as I thought everyone was asleep. She smiled, looked to her side a moment, then slid out of bed.

Outside the shelter, I asked, “Feeling okay? Everyone alright tonight?”

“Everyone's fine, Kal. And I'm feeling really horny. Manu said today would be the day, so I had Kinnon check me out earlier. She said I'm ready again...”

“My God, Amy... The sweetest words...”

“Come on, Mie and Poln are on watch. Their room is empty right now...”

Amy took my hand and led me to the shelter. We stepped in and Amy spun around, pressing her small but swollen breasts against me, grinding her hips onto mine, and slipping her tongue into my mouth. We both moaned with desire.

I laid her back on the mattress and kissed my way down her body. Amy was so sensual. Her curves before and after motherhood were very different. She'd been slender and lithe before she was pregnant, she wasn't much bigger now. But her breasts had grown. Not a lot, as had Keekah's, or even moderately, as had Baileys, but they were heavy with milk now. And her hips had flared. Just a bit, not rounded like Bailey and Keekah. Just a subtle curve around where she'd carried and delivered her child.

She smelled different, too. More mature. Something in her scent was delicate and dry, like wine. Maybe it was hormones of motherhood. Maybe it had just been too damn long since she and I had been able to share such intimacy. Whatever it was, I dove between her legs and ate her pussy like a starving man.

Her juices were really flowing, too. She was creamy, her sweet, tart juices almost gushing each time her vagina contracted around my tongue or finger. Her slick channel grasped me when I tried to withdraw my index, and she pressed down each time I pushed back inside. She came hard as I lapped her straining clit, and before her body was through shuddering, I penetrated Amy's vagina with my penis and cried out in pleasure as I sank deep into her body.

I didn't care that she wasn't as tight as before. Amy's pussy felt amazing. I slammed in and out of her, and Amy met me with her own urgent thrusts. Her hands were on my waist, pulling me into her, her legs wrapped around me just above them. We kissed as we rutted, lovers lost in a special moment. God, Amy made me feel powerful when we fucked like that. I stared into her eyes, saw the longing, the love, the pleasure. I knew my own showed her the same.

I knew I wouldn't last long pumping her cunt that way. When she cried out again, climaxing around my cock, I felt myself burning for release. Over and over, she moaned her pleasure, “mmm-mmmmm-ooohmmmmm-mmmm,” still slamming back against my thrusts.

I pushed my arms under her shoulders and pulled myself down tight against Amy's body. Our stomachs touched, her breasts pressed to my chest, her legs splayed wide to take me deeply between them. I whispered, “I love you, Amy... I love you...” into her ear, over and over. Her breathing in rhythm was musical, a four-part harmony, a symphony which made my cock swell inside her.

Her arms twisted behind my back, holding me tight to her body. She whispered, “Cum in me, Kal... Cum in meeeeee...”

I did, spewing my load in hard, fast jerks. I kept pumping into her long after the last, thick glob was already inside Amy's pussy. We rutted for what felt like hours, neither of us wanting to stop. She came again, and again, and eventually, my second load was resting deep in Amy's vagina.

“Jesus Christ,” Amy said, nuzzling my neck, “I really needed that. I've been so damn horny these past few days. Thanks, Kal.”

“Thank you,” I replied, kissing her ear, “So glad we can be together again. I've missed this.”

“Me, too... Whatever else changes, Kal, I hope we never lose this.”

“We won't.”

“You don't know that. Bad things happen, Kal. And I might get pregnant again one day...”

“Haven't you had an IUD put in?” I asked, stroking Amy's dark hair.

“No... and I don't think I want to...”

“Really?”

“I... I want it to happen if it happens, Kal. I want another baby. And besides, I likely won't get pregnant again until I stop nursing Azure.”

“If you're sure,” I said, long ago deciding this was a decision for both of us. I could decide not to ejaculate in Amy, she could decide if she want me to do so without protection. Obviously, I wasn't going to pull out of Amy, and she had decided that she wanted to be inseminated, “then of course I'll support you however I can.”

“I know it's a burden, Kal. Me being part-time in camp, and full-time mother. I know it means more mouths to feed, but... it's what I want. At least one more...”

“Okay. And don't you worry about being a burden. I don't see you that way, and in the long run, Azure will pull her weight, especially since you're such a great mom.”

“I do my best.”

“So,” Amy purred, “couldn't help notice you haven't pulled out yet... got one more in you?”

My cock was mostly soft after two powerful orgasms, but Amy was intentionally clenching her vagina in a way that suggested she was hoping I'd grow hard again.

“I'll give it my best,” I assured her as she started to move under me.