As I stuck out my tongue to taste her for the first time; as I ran the tip of my tongue gently along that closed crevice, Ariel moan loudly and her lips parted, and the tiny inner labia peeked out suddenly. Her sex was as petite as the rest of her body, and I loved it just as much. I loved her.
I began to lick and probe tenderly and Ariel began to writhe and wiggle. But she started to talk as well.
She groaned and said, “Oh, yeah. Florin, I dreamed of this so much. Lying in the ocean, night and day, waiting for you. I dream it was you licking me there as the tiny waves bounced my body and tickled my groin. The ocean was my lover, promising me that you would come.”
Ariel went quiet again, except for her moans of pleasure, and I tried to please her without taking her too fast too soon. I wanted her to build slowly but deeply. I sensed her close to climax several times and I backed off before she could finish. I wasn’t being cruel or teasing her; I was giving her time to get truly ready. This was new for her. It was newish for me, but I assumed that for her it was unprecedented. And before we were finished, I expected that she would be riding not my lips but my penis. From what I understood, the more she was prepared, the more comfortable that would be. I was just a little concerned about how small she was. I knew that we were built so that she could take all of me, but I wanted it to be comfortable, even our first time.
She came closer and closer to orgasm, nearly peaking and then calming down again before the climax. Over and over. She didn’t seem frustrated at all. She was enjoying this. And after maybe 20 minutes or more, it seemed to me that her body was ready for something else. Yes, she could have come right then if I had just flicked her clitoris more vigorously for even a few seconds, but I sensed something else would be better.
Ariel was moaning and writhing continuously, propping herself up with her hands on each side of my shoulders as her pussy played on my lips. It was time to see if she was ready.
I lifted her up a little and as she looked down at my eyes to see why, she understood me instinctively and I saw a look of shock pass over her. At first I wasn’t sure if it was panic, or terror, or exhilaration. When she smiled, I knew that it wasn’t bad. She might be terrified, but she wasn’t hesitant or timid. She stood at a door and was ready to face the beast on the other side.
Ariel lifted one knee and then the other and inched herself down my body. I could feel her drag her sex across my chest and stomach like a snail leaving a slick trail as it moved slowly toward food. When she touched the tip of my penis with the place between her legs, pressed firmly against it and groaned in what sounded like both pleasure and frustration.
I reached down to try to take hold of my shaft and position it for her to settle on to her target, but Ariel stayed pressed hard against my groin and didn’t move to let me help. I could feel her press harder, trapping me between her thighs, knocking at the door, pushed hard by her desire to have me. If she would raise up a few inches, I could help her. But I didn’t insist. She gave me the impression that she didn’t want or feel that she needed help right now. I wanted to rush forward into the hot embrace of Ariel’s wetness, but I didn’t. I waited patiently, like a lover waiting for his betrothed to come to him from her parent’s home. I was a prince, not a barbarian. When she was ready, she would open the door and take me inside.
Ariel groaned loudly and raised up so that she sat on top of me. Her eyes were closed tightly.
She said, “This is going to hurt…” and before I could stop her, she forced herself down hard into my groin.
I was relieved but surprised that she didn’t try to push me inside but rather pressed herself forcefully so that the slit of her vagina rode to each side of my shaft. She wasn’t taking me in; she was sitting with her legs on each side of a log. And then she started rocking. Her hands were on my upper arms and her fingers dug into my muscles as she rolled and slid faster and harder with each passing second. Minute by minute, my cock acted as her saddle, her engorged and weeping pussy grinding down along the length of my body. Without inserting me in the slightest, Ariel fucked me with her eyes closed, hunched over me with her hair falling against my face.
As far as I could tell, the girl had not climaxed yet. It looked like she wanted to and was on the very cusp all the time, but she was holding back, forcing herself to wait for something that was coming. I was close to coming as well. Her passion was intoxicating and the feel of her labia licking me with the full weight of her tiny body was nearly unbearable in its sexual intensity.
I started to wonder where Ariel was going and if she had a destination in mind when suddenly she raised up for an instant. Her left hand dove between our legs and taking hold of my cock, she pointed me straight upward and impaled herself forcefully. Her body shook violently, and her eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head as she groaned loudly.
There had been an instant of resistance just before she found me buried deeply inside herself. A barrier that had to be forced open. Unlike the other girls, this tiny princess had the hymen of her virginity intact; until this moment.
I was sorry for her moment of pain when I realized what had happened. I hadn’t anticipated this. The other girls hadn’t complained, and I didn’t know what to expect. It came back to me that Ariel had foretold her future when she had said that it was going to hurt. She had known her own body.
Stunned, I lay still and waited. Ariel convulsed and shuddered for several seconds but then slowly, tentatively began moving deliberately again. Her head fell forward, and she started rocking again; this time moving so that my penis slid up and down the inside of her pussy, filling and retreating, slowly and gently.
As she continued, she said, “Florin plus Ariel. I waited.”
Then she kissed me. As we kissed, she shuddered, and I felt her pussy convulse around me in orgasm.
She whispered, “Come on. Florin and Ariel. Come on.”
I didn’t even need to move. Ariel rode up and down on me a bit faster and I climaxed quickly.
When it was over, she lay down and relaxed on my chest and we caught our breath for a few minutes.
Before I could ask questions, she said, “Florin, that was wonderful. Wow. I really did see stars. Oh, not from the pain. Um, well, actually, from that too but mostly from the orgasms. It hit me at the same moment. I had waited for 16 years and here you are, finally inside me, filling me sexually and emotionally. Thank you. Florin, I’ll do anything for you.”
I held her in my arms and tried to assure her of my love for her.
After a minute, she said, “Babe, I’m happy. I really liked that. Um, it was kind of even better than I thought it would be. We’re going to want to do that a lot.”
She paused and then continued, “But this afternoon, and um, maybe tomorrow, you’re going to have to be satisfied with fucking the other girls for a while.”
Ariel groaned and pulled off of me and then lay back down with her leg across my thigh.
She said, “Wow, that was good. But um, I’m going to be sore. Florin, you’re really big.”
I thought, “I don’t think I am.”
We lay there together for another ten minutes or so, resting. The sun was out and getting warmer. When we did get up, we took a quick bath and then started back toward the house.
As we walked slowly, hand in hand, Ariel said, “I’m glad we have them. Pahu. The other girls. Florin, I’m not sure how much you notice us. You are incredibly observant in some areas but maybe not so much in others.”
I said, “Like what?”
She smiled and said, “Like you see what everyone is doing and what it means and how it works and what will happen, but…” and she paused.
I said, “What?”
She grinned and said, “You understand Bebe and what she wanted and what she needs and everything, but…” and she paused again.
I said, “Ariel, what?”
She said, “But have you looked at her tits?”
I stammered, “Um, well, yeah…”
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he said teasingly, “No, you haven’t. You think you have but you haven’t really. Not really. Not the way you need to. You smelled me, didn’t you? You know my scent now. You know my taste now. You need to look at Bebe’s tits like that. So that you really know them. Florin, they’re fantastic. I haven’t paid that much attention to the girls yet either, because we have been busy and stuff but Bebe’s tits are a wonder that can’t be missed. The headlights on that girl are divine. I mean it. Christie and Allie know you love them. They know that you think that they’re pretty. But Bebe’s tits have to be experienced for your sake, if not for hers. She’d probably even be OK if you don’t pay attention but dude, I’m telling you, it would be a crime against nature for you not to notice and put them to good use. For both of you. You want to know a secret?”
I said, “OK. If you think that I should.”
She said, “The other day, when we were in the basement, I talked to Bebe. I couldn’t stop thinking about finally being with you and getting to make love and how fun it was going to be with all of us and how pretty the girls and how lucky you are to have them, and I pretended that it was an accident but I accidentally reached over under the blankets and squeezed Bebe’s tit. She just about freaked out. She grabbed my hand and even she wasn’t sure if she was pulling me closer or pulling me away. There was this awkward moment where she just held my hand where it was and I accidentally of course, flicked her nipple a tiny bit. She gasped like she was about to come. I thought that she might kiss me. I think she was confused. She had been with the Nomads and was used to girls, so she got confused. But she was confused because she was thinking about you. I knew she was. So, when I touched her, she kind of thought it was you in a way. Trust me. Get somewhere with Bebe and get to know the smell, taste, and feel of her tits and she’ll be yours forever. She already is, obviously but your bond will be stronger, and she’ll be happier, if you bond with her breasts.”
Ariel laughed and said, “Yeah, Florin, you need to treat Bebe’s breasts like a completely separate woman. There’s Bebe and then there’s her tits, Judy and Claire. The twins. Just say, ‘Hey Bebe, I’m taking the twins for a walk. You are welcome to come if you want to. I have to make love to Judy and Claire for a while. Come on girls, let’s go for a swim and have some fun. I need the two of you to fuck me for a while.’ Yeah, like that.”
I said, “Ariel, where did you learn to talk like that? My gosh!”
She hugged my arm and said, “I have no idea.”
We made it back to the house and everything was at it should have been. We had made love on the beach and it was sweeter than I would have imagined. We worked together. We discovered each other. Our fears of something that we had never seen before faded as we learned what life would be like now. When we were done, the sun was still shining. The sky was still blue. And we were getting used to it very quickly.
CHAPTER Thirty - Are We There yet?
It was about noon when Ariel and I arrived back at the house with the others. It had only been a few hours, but things felt so peaceful that most of our concerns about severe weather for the next few days were fading. By two in the afternoon, the nomads were starting to talk about leaving.
I said, “Toni, where will you go? Is there anything out there to go to? You don’t have to live in the jungle now.”
Toni smiled and said, “No, we don’t have to. And I don’t know if we will or not. Florin, we don’t have a plan. We never do. Things have changed a lot, and we are going to change too but we have to go find out what the world is like now. Until we know, we can’t decide.”
She paused and looked at the sky.
Then she said, “And we have work to do. We feel responsible for things that you don’t.”
I said, “For the dead?”
She said, “Among other things. But yeah, we want to go remove he dead if we can find them. Is it OK if some of us use the little house south of here? Where you were before?”
I said, “Of course. And come here when you want to. We said that we are like family now, and if that’s what any of you want, you are welcome to visit whenever you’d like.”
Toni said, “Maybe you could come with us sometime and show us how the electricity and water and stuff works. I might want to live in a house soon.”
I said, “Of course.”
She said, “Good. First, we’ll deal with the dead. But more than that, we’ll find out what the situation is. Knowing the state of things has always been how we survived. So, we’ll go see. Who’s left? Where are they? Is anything left of the trade village? What will the food situation be like? What about the grapes? Who are our friends and who are our enemies? At least we know that you are our friend. And the information that we gather isn’t just for us. You need to know it too, maybe more than we do. I guess we’re kind of your minions now.”
I laughed and said, “Not minions. Minions are considered unimportant. If it was like that, you would be trusted lieutenants or commanders, not minions.”
She said, “Well, if there’s ever a war, then commanders and soldiers but for now, agents and spies, just like always. We’ll go see what the world is like, for us and for you. You will hear from us again soon. We’ll leave within the hour, I think.”
Then she yelled, “Scout, get the canoes ready to move! We’re leaving. We want to be gone while we have light left.”
Scout grinned and shouted back across the beach, “To what destination?”
Toni said, “We’ll start at the trade village. Tomorrow we survey the breeder camps. We have work to do.”
At that, it seemed like the Nomads felt even more at ease than they had. They had a purpose again and were going back to a life that they knew.
Over the next half hour, several of the women approached me and expressed some amount of thanks, usually for nothing that they could think of specifically but just for the part that I had played in making them feel safe. Gigi thanked me specifically for getting her out from under the canoes that first day and gave me a quick hug. Zena didn’t approach me but at one point, when our eyes met, she nodded in acknowledgment that she too was grateful for something.
When it came time for them to head out, they didn’t leave all at the same time. They had come in three canoes and as each one felt ready to go, they pushed out into the atoll and three or four women paddled away. They had said their goodbyes and had no need to say more.
As the third canoe pulled away from the beach, the seven of us stood watching from the sand. And there we were. Me Allie, Christie, Bebe, Ariel, and…and, wait. Me, the four girls of my family, and two more!
I looked around to make sure that this was all, and then I looked at these two extras, standing with us and watching the others paddle off to the north, as if they were planning to stay. I thought that maybe I recognized them as the two girls who had been sitting next to Ariel in the basement. Yeah, these were the two that had kind of stayed closer to my “tribe” than to any of the others. They had come with Toni though, hadn’t they?
I finally said, “Um, hello ladies? Um, maybe we didn’t really meet before. Are you…? Well, you are welcome of course but well, hello.”
The two turned toward me now but didn’t speak.
Allie hugged my arm and said, “Florin, it’s them, Silly. You knew that. That there were vegetables, like me and Christie. I told them that they belong.”
I said, “Oh. Yeah. Um, hi. So, um…?”
One of the two, a pretty brunette about five-foot six, said, “Allie told us that we can belong. And in the basement, you told everyone that we could belong where we wanted.”
The other, a redhead, about five -foot four, said, “So, we belong with you. We slept beside you. Twice. That means we belong.”
I looked at the other girls and Allie and Christie looked back at me as if this was perfectly reasonable. Bebe and Ariel on the other hand grinned and smirked as if they understood that a joke had been sprung on me and I had fallen into a trap. I gave the pranksters a frown, but I knew that
it was what needed to happen. These two “Vegetables” needed a home and a family, and we were it. OK, there was me and the six of them now. What was two more, anyway? No big deal, I guessed. At least I tried to tell myself that, anyway.
I said cheerfully, “I’m glad you’re here. You do belong here if that’s what you want.”
The two looked suddenly at Allie and Allie said, “They belong. We want them. They belong now.”
I said, “Of course. You belong.”
Allie added, “And they are just like me and Christie and you love them and they sleep with us and everything.”
I said, “Of course. I just need to know their names and we can get to know each other.”
The brunette said, “We…I…”
The redhead said, cryptically, “Me too.”
I looked blankly at them and Christie touched my shoulder and said, “Florin, ask them their names again.”
I said, “OK. Girls, I am Florin. What are your names?”
The two of them looked at each other in confusion and then the brunette said, “I don’t think that we remember,” and the red-head nodded.
I said, “Oh.”
The redhead said, “We are…”
Allie said quickly, “You were.”
The redhead corrected herself and said, “We were Vegetables.”
I said, “But Allie, they called you Lana, and Christie had a name.”
Christie said, “But we didn’t live in the jungle alone all the time and on the out skirts of the village. I wish that we had been as invisible as these two and had been allowed to forget our names. We got caught because we needed things. They were luckier than I was.”
I said, “So, what should we call you?”
The two girls looked at me blankly.
I said, “Do you want me to tell you what we should call you? Is that it?”
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