Shipwrecked - Chapter 85: Force This (Mf creampie)

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Chapter 85: Force This

Keekah had been unusually quiet all morning before we headed together up the stream with the wagon. She, Bailey, and Kate had joined Amy and I in bed at some point the night before, but I hadn't woken. Bailey and I had been the first ones out of bed, and I soon had fire and breakfast ready.

My back was still sore, my arms as well, but I was determined to get back to working on clearing the stream. The water had really slackened and it was starting to threaten our supply at camp. Bailey and Amy went with Kate after breakfast to catalog the new bush, leaving Katie with me. My daughter slept against my chest while Keekah cleaned up. The dark-skinned teen had said almost nothing to me all morning, and that was very unusual.

When Kate and the teens returned, I passed Katie back to Bailey and asked if Keekah would come with me back up the stream. She nodded but didn't reply. She looked sullen, a very unusual state for the teen whose cheery, carefree disposition was often infectious.

As we made our way up the stream, I tried to engage her in conversation, but her replies were short and she volunteered nothing more. When we reached the tree, I put my arm around her, asked, “Keekah, what's wrong? Are you feeling ok?”

“Fine.”

“Then what is it? You've barely spoken to me today... are you mad at me?”

She paused only a second. “Maybe.”

“Tell me, please.”

Keekah stared off down the stream where the water was less than a quarter its regular flow, the tree having settled a bit as the overflow caused the ground around it to become softer. The teen finally said, “you try make baby with Amy last night. I want to give you babies.”

“What?”

“I know. I could smell it. You try make baby with her.”

“Keekah... we made love, yes, like we always did. Nothing has changed, I still love Amy, too... just as I love you.”

“But I want to give you babies...”

It was there that I put the pieces together and realized that it wasn't so much that Keekah was jealous of my night with Amy, she was jealous of Bailey and Katie. “Oh, Sweetie. I know... And I'm sure you will, but... we can't force it, ok?”

She said nothing.

I let out a sigh, leaned back against the tree and pulled Keekah in front with her back to me, wrapping my arms around her. “Sweet Keekah, you know how much I love you, and... though I don't know about wanting more babies here... you know I will be with you often that way, and if you give me a baby, then I'll be doubly the most lucky man on Earth.”

Keekah still said nothing.

“Do you wish you had been the one to give me Katie?”

“Yes,” she said firmly, staring into the trees. “I wish that much.”

“I see that now... It's not like you and I didn't try after Bailey grew pregnant with her, right? Come on, how many times... before I was taken... how many times did I fill you up, once Bailey gave it her blessing?”

I heard a small smile in Keekah's voice, “I know not how many times...” She paused. “Once or twice.”

“Once or twice? Hell, Keekah, pretty sure it was more like dozens. I've pumped dozens of loads into your pussy, and I've got dozens more for you.”

She sounded softer, “okay... maybe dozens. But I no got pregnant.”

“No... sometimes that happens. You're still pretty young, we've got a lot of time to work on it, ok? Please... don't see what Bailey has... Bailey and Katie, and feel sorry for yourself. I love you, Keekah, and I promise... Promise... we'll make babies together, okay?”

“Okay...”

“It can't be forced, though, and we can't be unfair to others, know what I mean? Remember how, when we found Gale, and then your family and Amy... we all had to make sacrifices... You and I had less time for each other, Bailey too. Right now... I don't know how to balance everyone with Kate and Nina here. I admit... I'm having a hard time figuring out how this is going to work for everyone. There's not enough of me to go around, and I love you all so much that I can't bear the thought of any of you feeling left out or lonely...”

Keekah turn, an apologetic look on her face, “I know, Kowl. I know. I missed you much when gone. Missed you much. Maybe I force this, yes. I not ever want force you, Kowl. I love you. I try harder, okay? I try harder. Sorry, Kowl.”

“I'll try harder, too, Sweetie. I know I can do better with you, you deserve better. Love you, Keekah.”

I kissed her deeply, felt her apology in her lips, and maybe had one of my own for her. I hadn't spent a great deal of time with my lover, and I knew I'd been unfair to her, taking time with Bailey and Amy and Kate, but, outside of a few moments one morning and a blow job / creampie one evening, I'd had no unrushed moments with her, hadn't spent a great deal of time even talking with her. I understood why she was jealous and believed it was more than just a baby she wanted from me.

We held a while before she broke our kiss. “Guess we do work, huh? Much to do.”

I nodded and stood, felt the painkillers doing their thing, and took the saw when Keekah held it out.

- - -

An hour later it was obvious there was little more I could do without a lot of help. I'd managed to take some feet off the thinner end of the tree, heavy sections of wood already piled on the wagon. It still left two long sections, each fifty feet or more, and it would take me days of sawing to reduce that enough to move the tree off the stream.

I sat back on the edge of the wagon and waited for Keekah to return. She'd gone up to the lower ridge to check on the snares she'd left, planning to pull them up and let the remaining hares and piglets have a few months to repopulate.

I thought about my conversation with Keekah, felt very overwhelmed suddenly. I knew it would be difficult to balance things with so many women needing and deserving my attention, and not just sexually. It had taken some work before, and now there were two more women involved, plus my child. I wasn't sure how to keep all those plates spinning and ever find the time to give each one the affection desired.

The love was there. I never doubted that. I had all the love in the world for all of them, love being an endless sea which I knew wouldn't go dry. But it took more than love to keep relationships going strong, and I found that time was something I'd have to carefully manage while paying careful attention to the subtle, and not so subtle, clues that someone was feeling left out.

I let out a long breath, realized I was in over my head, and resigned myself to the understanding that it would take a lot of effort to make this work. I'd known that all along, of course, but after Keekah's feelings were made known, it had manifest and taken hold in me. It felt like a heavy weight that I wasn't certain was good for me or the women. I couldn't force things, as I'd told Keekah. If it didn't come naturally, easily, it wouldn't work. But I could pay closer attention and try my best to preempt situations like those the brown-skinned teen had been experiencing.

Keekah returned with a fat piglet, carrying a bundle of snares in her hand. She sat everything on the wagon and gave me a big hug. “Sorry, Kowl. I think about what you say. You right. I selfish.”

“No, Sweetie. You feel what you feel, you can't help that. I know you love me and Bailey and everyone. I'm just... trying to figure out how to make sure you know how much I love you. I can say it over and over... but I know that's not enough. I'll try harder. Thank you for being honest with me. Keep talking to me, ok? Always tell me what you feel. It helps me understand and work on it.”

“Okay.” She eyed the split tree. “What now?”

“Not much more to do, I think. Sawing it up is killing my arms and back, and I don't think it makes sense to keep trying. I'm gonna need some expertise from Tok or your mom on what to do. Can't let this thing settle much more, it will block the water completely soon.”

Keekah nodded. “Yeah. I see this. Back to camp?”

“Yeah, back to camp. Let's get some lunch on for the others.”

- - -

Bailey passed me a cup of steaming tea she'd made from some of the herbs we grew in the garden next to camp. “Try it. Pretty good.”

I sipped slowly, tasted spicy, lemony flavors. Despite the heat of the day, the hot drink was refreshing in my mouth. “Tasty, thanks.”

Katie was sleeping in her swing. Kate and Amy were by the water, crabbing and fishing. I rolled up a joint and sat by the fire a moment as Bailey and Keekah went to relieve themselves. I toked the joint to life and relaxed, my back on fire but not as bad as that first day. I took another muscle relaxer, avoided the painkiller, felt I could start reducing the pill usage. They were fogging my head at a time when I needed to be thinking clearly.

Ironic, I know. There I was, smoking pot, worrying about a foggy head. But weed is different to me. It focused me even as it relaxed my body, allowed me to concentrate. The painkillers brought a sharp euphoria, but slowed my mind to the point of feeling dull. Weed did the opposite, the high bringing a subtle clarity even as I grew stoned and heavy.

I roached the joint, exhaled, and picked up Katie, held her to my chest. She coughed a couple of times, and I slid her over my shoulder, patting her back.

It made me think of Keekah and her desire to have my child. It worried me, of course, to consider what another baby would mean. Katie was so vulnerable and small. It would be years before she could start contributing and look out for herself and others. Another baby would mean double the effort to provide for little ones unable to do it for themselves.

What the alternatives were, though, I had no idea. It's not like we had condoms, and even if we did, I didn't think we'd use them. Certainly Keekah would refuse them, and I suspected Bailey as well. There was always a chance she could get pregnant again, though I knew it was less likely as long as she was still nursing Katie.

And there was Amy. Her body had filled out from the skeleton she'd worn upon arriving on the island. She was healthy, fit, and I was sure she was very fertile. It was just a matter of time before my seed caught in her womb.

Even Nina could become pregnant. Hakee, too, not that I could figure out how I'd ever have time to be with her. Hona was still fertile, and though I'd not been with Mie in many months, any intercourse with her might be the one to set a growing ball of cells in her preteen belly.

That last one I decided should not happen. If I ever had intercourse with her again, I wouldn't allow myself to ejaculate in the girl. It may have been a rather arbitrary line, but it was one I felt I must maintain until she was older. What older meant, given Bailey's pregnancy as a young teen, I didn't know.

And then there was Kate. She'd had an infection when she was thirteen which tore up her ovaries, left her unable to become pregnant. She'd had them removed by fifteen, a complete hysterectomy taking her uterus as well. She'd cried often in my arms, early in our relationship, wishing she could bare children and watch them grow with me.

I hadn't thought about those moments in a long time, felt a lump in my throat. It hit me hard that Kate's reactions to Bailey and to Katie came out of those feelings, carefully buried long ago but never forgotten. I wondered if Kate had latched onto Katie and Bailey as a way of fulfilling some of the needs she had, abilities she'd lost through no fault of her own.

“Can I hold her a while?” As if reading my mind, Kate sat next to me and reached out her arms. I passed the sleeping infant to her, and Kate held her against her naked chest. She smiled, and I knew I had been pretty close to accurate in my assessment. “She's so small. So beautiful, Kal.”

“She is.” I glanced up to see Bailey drying off, her look peaceful as she watched Kate hold our child. “I think Bailey really likes that you want to be close to her... and to Katie. I think it really means a lot to her. And... I love seeing Katie in your arms. You're such a good mother.”

That last statement didn't come out quite right. It didn't make sense. Kate read through the words and opened up.

“Mother... Always wanted to be a mother. You know that. Never could, though. Never could.”

“We talked about adopting, remember?”

“Yeah... just didn't think the timing was right. We would have, one day, don't you think?”

“I think so. Once Nina was off to grad school, we'd have had time to adopt and love our child.”

“I wanted that.” She smiled at Katie, stroked the girl's head. “I love this, Kal. I love holding Katie. Even though she's not mine... I kinda feel like I've adopted her. Not in the normal sense, just... Holding her makes me feel really good, you know? I've never been much for being a softy, but when I hold Katie, I just sorta melt inside.”

I smiled, leaned over and kissed Kate, then pressed my lips to Katie's head. “I know exactly what you mean.”

Bailey walked up and I rose to kiss her. She smiled at Kate, said, “about to put lunch on, want to help?”

I nodded, felt better about things, at least where Kate and Bailey were concerned, shelving, for the moment, the concerns about Keekah and pregnancies.

- - -

We made a quick fish soup from several of the silver and green fish Kate caught, and boiled the three small crabs once it was done. We shared the sweet crab meat before downing big bowls of soup.

We were all feeling rather lazy that afternoon. Aside from the tree blocking the stream, we'd mostly accomplished all the vital things on Gale's list, just a few small items remained. The party was expected back the next afternoon, so we found some easy busy work to round out the day before eating more crabs and scallops along with the last of Keekah's flatbread.

Bailey was nodding off, so I helped her to bed and settled Katie into the crib. I held my young wife until she fell asleep, then joined the others by the fire. Amy and Kate looked tired, as well, and after a quick bath in the surf and a quicker rinse with the fresh water, they went inside the hut and disappeared.

I grabbed a blanket and a couple of towels, looked at Keekah, said, “care to walk with me?”

She grinned, took my hand as I offered it, and held it as we strolled to the East as a warm breeze blew softly from that direction. The sound of waves crashing drowned out everything else as we walked slowly, holding hands.

We stopped after a while and I put down the blanket carefully. I drew Keekah into my arms, the dark-skinned girl melting against me. We kissed, then I whispered, “want to make a baby with me?”

Her smile was broad and warming. “You know I do, Kowl.”

“Mmm...”

I massaged Keekah's lovely breasts as I kissed her neck, her soft pants barely heard over the pounding surf. I pulled her down onto the blanket, kissed her nipples, found them hard and tight. I licked around her mounds, the salt air leaving them briny, sticky. My fingers slipped to her genitals. Keekah spread her thighs, and I slid down over her hairy Mons and teased her erect clitoris.

She moaned, her hands trailing down my shoulder and along my neck as I kissed her stomach. I felt her shudder as I ran my tongue along her hip and down the outside of one thigh. I moved in, over her leg, kissed her inner thigh, felt her trembling as I drew closer to her pussy.

I smelled Keekah's desire as my nose brushed through her pubes, the rich, pungent smell that I knew so well but hadn't experienced directly in months. I inhaled and burned with desire for the fifteen-year old, spreading her legs wider. My lips slid along her dark, swollen labia, my tongue dragging behind to taste the thick cream which coated her flesh.

Keekah moaned and held my head as I lapped her juices and flicked my tongue around her clit. She came hard moments later when I slipped a finger into her tight hole and sucked her nub while rubbing circles around it with my tongue. I slurped up the drooling cream and rose over her, my penis hard in my hand.

“Let's make a baby, Keekah.” I don't know if I really wanted to do that, but the excitement I felt, the idea that I was trying to get the teen pregnant, was very arousing. I tingled with anticipation as I sank my cock into the fifteen-year old's tight, hairy cunt.

We groaned together, quickly finding a rhythm. Keekah's legs drew up and wrapped partially around my waist as I fucked her. Her hands rested on my shoulders as I held myself over her on my slightly-bent arms. My muscles ached somewhere in the background of my mind, but I was intensely drawn into Keekah's body, humping her faster, driving myself deeper inside.

She came again, her cunt drooling, spasming, her hands tightening on my shoulders. She opened her eyes as I fucked her, pounding down into her hole forcefully. Keekah grunted as her orgasm flushed her skin. She stared at me, an intense expression. Her hips grasped mine as if she was trying to pull me deeper inside her vagina, wanting me to fuck her harder, faster.

I began to tremble, my arms growing weak. Keekah's body wrapped tighter around me, unwilling to let me stop until she had what she wanted. I thought again that I might inseminate the teen, and boiled cum into her pussy as my climax rushed into me. Sperm rushed out of me as I burned inside Keekah's vagina, my body pounding against hers. I bellowed and came, grunted and spurted more. Long after my penis had stopped unloading in the girl's hole, I pounded her, almost unable to stop.

Keekah never slackened up, and her body cried out for me to continue. I grew sensitive but didn't stop, driven by her desire, on fire at the thought that we were trying to get her pregnant. I grew hard again, stiffened, swelled. Only a few moments later, I filled Keekah with my second load, this time collapsing as my cock spurted a smaller volume into her already-overflowing vagina.

I rested on top of her, feeling weak, unable to catch my breath. Keekah kissed my check, held me tightly to her. I rolled off her finally and she closed her legs, brought her knees up to her stomach, and tried her best to keep my semen inside her vagina.

We kissed a long time like that. It felt good to share a special, private moment with Keekah. I often took for granted how easily she had accepted that other women were part of my life, how often I let her be the one left out whenever there was someone else needing me. It wasn't fair to her, and I promised silently to not let that happen. Keekah was an incredibly special young woman, and she deserved to be treated as one.

Later, after more hugging and kissing and sweet, soft words between us, we made our way to bed and crawled in next to where Kate held Amy, the fifteen-year old's arm over Bailey. I put my back to the sleeping redhead's, and held Keekah until I heard her snoring, then relaxed, let myself drift and finally sleep.