Mary was nervous about Lance's proximity to "Her" tits, and kept looking up at me for re-assurance that things were all right. I just smiled at her when she looked at me and reveled in the triple stimulation I was getting. Mary's nursing felt good to be sure, and Lances attention to my other breast balanced the feelings quite well. His cock however was the crowning glory, as he kept it well placed, filling me comfortably in that end, while the other was being drained.
By the time I'd moved Mary back to her bed, I'd become amused by the picture we must have made. The three of us laying together, each in our own little heaven, content with the world. It also occurred to me that without each other, none of us could, or would be in the pleasant state of mind we were in. As I watched my man take his pleasure, and at the same time added to mine; while my baby took her nourishment, which also added to my pleasure I began to understand the real meaning of the term "Motherhood".
Mary was soon asleep, and changed into clean clothes, so I rolled her in her blankets and forgot about her for the moment while I returned my attention to Lance, taking him with me. I smiled up at him when he lifted himself up above me, then drilled my offered pussy as deep and hard as he could deliver himself into me. I coaxed him onward verbally, and he responded by delivering himself into me without reserve. When he did, I felt myself embrace him, accept him, answer him, and fly with him. Completely surrendering to our coupling.
Lance became my master that night, driving me to new heights of passion, and depths of desire. I cradled him in and on me, helping him find his pinpoint of existence. Later, when he collapsed on me in total spent exhaustion, I found a way to make us both comfortable while he lay on and in me, in my saddle. I supported him on me, pleased to be his mattress of repose, and citadel of pleasure.
I drifted in and out while he slept, and in the half light of semi-consciousness I began to see how really wrong I'd been to force Lisa and Geoff apart like I had. I dealt with the guilt by promising to apologize if I ever saw them again. Moments later I fell contentedly asleep, and knew nothing until I woke up under the light of early day.
When I awoke, the horses were already loaded. Lance and the others were standing nearby, watching me sleep, and obviously getting ready to make use of my body for their convenience. When it was noticed that I was watching them. Lance broke away from the group, and came to me.
"Last night, I don't know what happened, but I feel differently about you this morning. The others want to use you as they have in the past, but I don't want to let them." Lance took a breath, then went on. "I feel as if we made some kind of pact between us last night, and I don't want to violate it by letting them at you."
Lance just looked into my eyes, not knowing what to say next.
I responded, "We did make a pact. I felt it too. But the situation is one that precludes your exclusive rights to my physical services, even though you have my emotional devotion to you. For now they will find themselves welcome to my sexual favors, all they have to do is ask. You however have my permission from now on. If you want me, I'm yours."
I stopped talking, and the rest of the men moved nearer.
To the other four men I said, "Lance has fist chance. If he wants me, the rest of you can go jerk off. He is my man of choice over any you. Think of it the same way as when I chose all of you, and gave you priority over any man who came, and paid for my services. In other words, if you want me, and Lance agrees, I'll agree. If Lance wants me, he gets me.
Lance had listened to my speech in shock. "How can you..." He stopped and made a pleading motion with his hands.
"Because I don't want to see you or them hurt when they come to take me the way they've always had me. All of you have had me equally for most of a year now, and there is no reason not to allow things to continue along the same pattern. By doing things this way, I can keep your friendship in tact, without the threat of violence between you, for the right to mate with me."
I turned to the rest of the men.
"It's true, I would choose Lance, and he would choose me for our exclusive mating. You have prior right to me. We all know that if you are all truly friends, Lance will respect your prior right, and you will respect his desire for singularity."
"I hope that with a little respect on all our parts for the wishes of others we can survive this change in attitudes. I hope the six of us can remain friends from now on, whether or not any other women are made available to the group."
"What makes you think that will ever happen?" asked Lance.
"I know the attitude of most women in the City of Towers is changing. Together, we've seen the attitude of many men change. It may take some time, but the change is coming, and I think it will come much sooner than later."
The four men who had wanted their turns at me moved away from Lance, Mary and I. They held a short meeting, and soon they came back as a group, with Jack as their spokesman.
"Lance, you are our friend and leader. We want you to remain our friend and leader. As friends, we must respect the claims you and Sandy have made on each other, and as our leader, we must trust that you will make good judgments at to what we should do, or go." Jack turned to me. "Sandy, for what it's worth you've been a good friend to all of us. You've proven to be one many times over. In the past we," Jack indicated himself, Joe, Jason, and Terry. "have enjoyed free access to your body, and you never refused us access to your services."
Jack turned back to Lance. "Right now it is time to travel. We feel it is best if we leave here now, and let you two make your decisions about us. While you decide, remember these points. All four of us have been Sandy's pimps, lovers, protectors, owners, guardians, and nurses in the past. So have you. There's not one of us that hasn't come to admire and respect her. If she says no. Then the answer is no. If she says yes, then it's yes."
The four of them went to their horses, and rode south. Lance Mary and I were left to ourselves.
After some time, Lance finally turned to face me, and said, "They're right. Under the circumstances, until other women are available, its up to you, not me."
I was packing my bed to travel when he said that. I called him to me and we stood arm in arm looking down at the sleeping Mary.
"Which of you does she look like?" I asked.
Lance blinked, then said. "Well, none of us really."
"I know. She looks like Geoff. But I doubt she'll ever get to meet him."
"Why not?"
"Because Geoff is a prisoner in the City of Towers."
We mounted our horses, and rode south. Away from the City, and Geoff.
We rode together, following the other men's trail for several hours. From time to time I caught Lance looking at Mary with a curious sort of expression on his face. Finally, I asked him. "Why are you looking at her that way?"
Lance didn't answer right away, but just rode on for a while. A little later he pulled his horse up, and blocked my way, "I was trying to imagine what Geoff was like. If she looks like him, I was trying to see him in my minds eye. That's all."
He started to ride away when I asked, "Would you like to hear about him?"
Lance stopped, turned to look me in the eye. Seeing I was serious, he replied, "Yes, I'd like that."
We rode after the other four men, side by side again while I began to tell Lance what I knew of the man called Goeff.
"I never learned where he was from." I started. "When I first met him he was in a dungeon cell. He was like a caged animal at first, knowing he couldn't attack us, his enemies, and unwilling to trust us."
Lance had just interrupted to ask who "Us" were, when Jason appeared in front of us, signaling for quiet. Lance and I stopped, making no further sound, waiting to learn why Jason should be here. We both knew there was a good reason, and that these men were in no place, or mood, to play at something so serious as survival.
Jason come to us, and in a low, quiet voice, told us what was happening.
"There are about forty women just ahead at the rock." He meant the rock I'd been sleeping on when the five of them found, and sexually took me for the first time. "They were there when we came on them, and are about to leave, but something is really different about this group."
Lance and I dismounted, and the three of us sat together while Jason told us what he knew.
"The group is many times larger than the few who come to leave a banished person at the rock. What it looks like is royalty or something traveling with a host of servants. There appear to be about thirty soldiers, and maybe five appear to be whom the guards are protecting. That leaves five who are servants of one kind or another."
Jason shrugged at that point, saying, "Joe, Terry and Jack are still watching them. I came to stop you from riding into their camp."
I was curious about what they were doing, and would have moved forward to see, but Lance stopped me. "We'll know soon enough, without taking the risk, if we just wait. Now sit down!" I sat.
About an hour later Terry came into view, and reported. "Well, they packed up and left, but it's really weird. They went south, and when they did, they left one I thought was a servant chained to the tree, just like we found you, Sandy. The really weird part is that there's a baby with them, and I think the one they left is the mother. But that doesn't make any sense at all. Does it?"
My gut nearly turned over when I heard what he said but somehow I was able to restrain the urge to vomit. "It has to be Lisa."
"What?" asked Lance.
"Nothing." I lied. "I wonder who it is."
"It's the baby's mother." Terry repeated.
I couldn't say anything, if I had, I'd have lost my stomach.