Harvest Dance

[kittykateater]

We had become teachers to the whole village, on the European ways of lovemaking. But we had learned as much from them, about the island ways of love, too. One boy constrantly boasted of his length, which I judged to be about 9 inches and definitely one of the largest, if not the largest, of the island's young men who frequented the surf and the sand with ne'er a stitch of clothing upon their well-muscled bodies. He boasted, that is, until he caught a glimpse of my own 10-inch-long, two-inch diameter equipment slipping in and out of my beloved's tight, moist, slick and slippery cavern, which put even his massiveness to shame, moreso in terms of the thickness to cause tight friction, tahn in teh mere extra inch of length beyond his own.

As I gave it to her so good and so hard and so tight, I eagerly gripped her smooth, luscious thighs and slammed into the puffed lips with a loud shout as my stream shot deep into her trembling cunt. My wife has become such a greedy slut, even moreso here in the islands than she had been back in that English barn. She refused to release me as she curled her sweet arms around me in a tight, loving embrace and wrapped her silky legs about my waist.

I lifted her curvaceous nakedness from the water's edge, her hips on my belly, her legs wrapped around my waist, her cute feet frantically rubbing my butt cheeks as I carried her ashore. As we rested on the shore, she grinned as my flesh was still within hers, as the village's teenage boys wandered off since there was nothing to watch. That suited us just fine as she flexed her waist and held me tightly within.

"Agan.. woulst thou take me agan." See what I mean? She has become an instaiably greedy slut, and I couldn't be prouder of her, or happier about that!

Then she complained of morning stomach pains. A quick inspection from her luscious tits to her warm, inviting pussy revealed the truth: the slight belly-rounding that clearly indicated a baby growing inside. Ojh, joy, oh ecstatsy, we shall bring forth another progeny now, born of these islands, to intermarry with the islanders and blend our own handsome stock with the handsomenss and beauty of the islanders.

When we returned home, the village elder told us that so many of the native women were now with child. We had taught them, the village men and women, by our own example, in the fine and noble art of lying 6 to 9, and that favorite position had bred the fiery passions and smoking-hot couplings that were now breeding so many children.

"There is another that can be counted among the women." I grinned as I rubbed her rounded belly. "My sweet Jubilee is with child as well."

The Elder grinned and then winked at his wife that was bringing out a great laua in celebration. But my wife groaned, and the opain written on her face revealed the twist in great her stomach at the thought and smell of the luaua. "Canst I jus pass thisa time?"

"Aye," my old Captain and my wife's cousin, Maluba, grinned. "That be the morning sickness. Aye, that proves it: she be with child indeed! You are so lucky, Joseph."

Maluba's native bride elbowed him in the gut. "No luckier than YOU be! For I carry thine own child within me."

Maluba kissed her long, hard, and passionately. "Aye, that ye be, me pregnant bride. I love thee more than words can e'er declare!"

We scarcely thought about our home left behind in England any more. The happiness of the villagers, and of Maluba, Juju, and me, made me forget England entirely now.

Until, that is, the father of one of the pregnant native girls declared how happy he was that he was about to become a grandpa. That's when my sweet Juju burst into tears. "Our children shall ne'er know THEIR grandpa!" she sobbed. I began to miss my dad so powerfully, I even missed her cantankerous Da, and I too began to cry now.

 

[jubileeslave]

I wept as the words stumbled thur my mind. grandda That alone made me yearn to hear from them and see thier faces once more. Will and his father as well as my own Da must miss us terribly.

Even Joseph wept as well and it forced me to ask about the natives that built boats,

"Our boats are for catching bounty from the waters." One explained.

"But canst one pass beyon' ta an'o'er isle? I'm naught sayin we be leavin - I be sayin I need ta send a letter 'ome." I lamented greatly over this loneliness.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ian's fourth letter returned and he began to worry more. Even when his daughter lived in France she still managed to get letters to him.
He went over to Will's after Mass with the four letters. Will welcomed him as he thought that Jubilee had finally sent news and eagerly would listen to the latest news.
"When did you get those?" Will asked.
"Those are the ones I've sent to them and they returned unopened." Ian's face showed the remorse that filled his heart. Then took the offered mug. "We would 'ave 'eard som'thin by nae!" Then taking a drink, "Would ye think they be drowned?"
Will nodded about the time being too long. "It never took this long before. Maybe the port doesn't have mail go very often. I once heard it takes nearly a year for mail from the Americas."
"I wish I'd left wif 'em." Ian said after finishing the brandy. "I feel sa sad without me daughter."
Will's Father sat down and listened. "So what can we do about this problem?"
Ian looked at them both and said matter-of-factly. " I will 'ire a tracker to find 'em."
The three men discussed for hours on how to hire someone that would seek for the missing children and with great hopes that the search brought good news versus the fears that hung over Ian's heart. Lost at sea and drowned.

~ ~ ~ ~

I spent some of my time in my small garden. I was able to delight in making some of the vegetables to grow and even Victoria learned to watch for signs of new growth.

Much to our amazement was the way our children learned about fishing and getting some of the jungle fruits without climbing. I watched as our son tossed small rocks with a piece of skin. I even laughed merrily as he made exgerrated motions to bring home his bounty.

During the night I slipped away from our home to spend time in the surf with my beloved. I had no worries of what mischief might occur as my cousin often kept an eye on the cheribic pair.

Joseph and I walked down to the beach and splashed in the slow moving eddies before we found our bodies entwined while waves beat against us. I found great enjoyment from lovemaking in the pounding surf as each wave made it feel as if the very incoming wave shoved my beloved with more intensity. My cries often drowned out by the loud booming of the waves as they smashed on the rocks on the western side of the beach. The cry of the water birds that flew overhead echoed to my wails as my body shook from our union's fierceness. Joseph's manroot shook as the waves began to grown more frequent and harsher. I gripped him tighter as my body convulsed as the water rushed along my face and I felt myself sinking into the sand. Before we realized it the water was moving higher on the shore and I was quickly submerged as the waves flowed in.

Joseph jerked away and grabbed me as the tide moved inwards. I was unaware that I was being buried by the sand until I heard the loud sucking noise as he lifted me off the ground.

We moved into the lush moss that was just past the beach and dusted off the sand that clung to our bodies. I pointed to the path that lead to a small pool with a grin.

Joseph grinned and we ran down to the pool to wash off the salty water. I laughed as I remembered that I left my clothes at the beach while standing near the edge of the bank.

"Who cares. This is our paradise and no one cares if you are dressed or not. I like you without a stitch on to hide your body from my eyes." Joseph then pulled me close and kissed my lips.

"Twood think I best be inna clothes ta 'ide me growin belly." I looked at him with hunger but had felt that I was appearing less appealing by my body's changes.

"What gave you a thought like that?" Joseph asked as his hands moved across my breasts.

I flinched for a quick second and then we spilled into the pool. I came to the surface sputtering in surprise. His warm laughter made me feel better and then I kissed him as my hands moved over the head of his manroot. Giving all the signals that I wanted him and I wanted to love him always dispite my recent mood changes.

 

[kittykateater]

Our children were growing up quite smart and athletic, too. Every time I looked into their angelic faces, I remembered the circumstances of their conception. How I had gotten so passionate two nights in a row with the better half of my soul, and discovered that I had impregnated my beloved on both occasions. Two fertilized eggs carried in her at the same time. Fraternal, not identical, twins.

I think my beloved would remember those first two passionate nights, too. Because she would get this sparkle in her eyes, grab my hand, and lead me, running and laughing, kicking and splashing, down the sandy beach into the crashing surf to our private little cove. I loved how the high waves at sunset would shove against my bare ass, pushing me even further forward into her, causing her to moan in delight. As the crashing surf moistened the sand, my sweet wife's lusciously-curved body would sink deeper into the beach, and I would aid in pounding her down even deeper into the moist sand. Her orgasmic cries would further moisten the sand, driving our bodies even deeper into the beach. This was pure delight, this was paradise!

She worried about hiding her round belly. "You are gifted with child. OUR child! I want the world to see!" Besides, I pointed out, she had shown no such modesty the night we met, when we had danced in the barn and she ground her superb curves against my own naked body.

"Aye, ye have naught to hide, wityh thy fine male body and strong, proud hardness. But I grow soft around the middle."

"That softness is our baby. The living symbol of our love. I be proud of the roundness of thy belly, and especially of our naughtiness that got thee like this."

"Aye," she finally relaxed about her belly. "I be proud of what caused me to bear child, too. I should like now to drink from the fount of thy baby producer.

"And I from yours," I smiled as we positioned ourselves to once more lay 6 to 9. She happily, playfully licked at my swollen balls, cooing, "Mmm, 'twould be my delight to lick at they manly balls through an eternity, for it makes me happy to bring theee such pleasure in this way." She then licked her way up my pulsating shaft, before opening her sweet mouth to hungrily engulf me. Menwhile, I gave her one of my moan-producing sideways licks across her delightsome love button, causing her to shimmy and shake, rocking our unborn child to sleep within herself, even while she herself grew wider awake with desire. I loved the gentle throbbing of her enlarged clit against my side-swiping tongue, the smoothness of her dark thighs pressed tightly against mine ears, the franticness of her hand rustling through my hair as she draws my face closer into the center of her passion. The taste of her juiciness. The scent of her excitement. The sound of her uncontrolled and uncontrollable moaning. The sight of her wide-open lips aginst mine tongue, with the roundness of her baby-carrying belly just above.

Yes, this is indeed paradise true. Wouldst that my dad and her Da could join us here, the perfection of our lives would be a true and complete cycle then.

 

[jubileeslave]

Time does seem to be such a dark enemy when time doesn't matter. Our love only grew stronger dispite my bouts of homesickness and my higher requested doses of my love's manmilk.

The ongoing joke was that I graved milk so greatly that Joseph's was the only one with the right taste to it. How true it was in my heart.

As my belly grew my hunger for our sexual romps seemed harder and harder to manage witrh me on the bottom and I did love feeling him come at my bush in the heated frenzy that we had taken of late.

Joseph seemed to be amazed as my sexual appetite grew greater then with our twins. Thrice this day I had greedily suckled his juice and my body burned for a harsh union. I had bucked so wildly that I left a great bruise on his thigh from grinding at an alarming rate.

Even a few of the boys that watched us mentioned something of the their fearsome warrioress that found only one male worthy of her and literally loved him to a cruel end. For her immortal being had no comprehension of limitations of the human soul and as time aged him.. he could not compell his agging soul to meet hers.

 

[jubileeslave]

My heart sank on hearing these stories and thus I wandered off alone.

I wanted Joseph greatly but was afraid that I was tiring him. During one of my wandering afternoons while the child played in the village, I came across an elder woman. She beamed with beauty for someone her advanced age.

She beckoned me closer and I told her my greatest fear. That I would lose my Joseph's heart from my sexual hunger during my child carrying.

She laughed and hugged me. She retold the story that I was hearing from the children and I instantly understood the story. She never aged while he did.. thus it became harder and harder to sate her lusts.

With a brighten spirit I ran to the hut where we stayed and grabbed my sweet Joseph's cock and licked on it as if frosted water. I greedily sucked upon the head until it graced me with tempting tastes of the milk that was yet to come. But that was not why I sought his cock so dearly.

"I wis' ta ask a boon.. ifin ya dinna mind. Ta takes me 'arsh.. a ruttin.. ta fill me soul!" I begged.

His smile was well welcomed as I knelt afore him and waited for his cock to take me.. I wailed to the heavens as his flesh peirced my cunt and as we bucked frantically at each others body there was that glow that comes from natural love and it premanated the sweat that coated our skin and ebbed between passionate kisses and fondling parts to entice the greater feeling of our taboo lovemaking... for I desired it to often in the eyes of some but to Joseph and his cock.. it was never too much at all.