This is a work of fiction. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts. It is not intended for minors.


Ironcleft Genesis part 5
By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)


Fresh Stock


For the rest of the winter, Jenny split her time between caring for her baby, hunting and collecting firewood. She needed to minimize her time away from Stanley and she turned her outdoor activities into a challenge for herself. Every couple days she ran a fast circuit of the valley, hunting on the run. She could cover a twenty-mile loop in well under an hour.

About once a week, she visited the stand of trees about half a mile from the cabin. Not wanting to spend hours away from home chopping and hauling wood, she would quickly chop down a large tree. She'd select a hefty specimen of about two feet in diameter. Of course, not even Jenny Stram was able to cut through a tree with a single blow. She used a barrage of fast, powerful strokes to bring a tree down in under a minute. She'd attack the fallen tree with a hatchet in each hand, stripping its branches in a flurry of flying wood.

The next step was something she couldn't do without winter's white blanket. She looped a rope around the enormous log and shouldered the other end. The tree would usually weight four or five thousand pounds. Across fields covered in snow, she could haul the enormous load without difficulty. In warmer months, every hillock and furrow would be a miniature wall she'd have to get the load over. Jenny was strong enough to force the log through eventually but the snow made the job easy.

Once she got the log to the yard in front of the cabin, she could chop it into firewood within earshot of her boy.

That winter surrendered slowly. As green shoots finally began showing through the white, Jenny tried to plan out her future. She thought about cultivating some of the fields in the area but decided she could continue living off the struggling, half-wild crops for another year or two.

Around the time spring got a firm grip on the valley, Stanley began to teethe. For a variety of reasons, this is an unpleasant time in a baby's development. It is an irritation for the child and mother both since the little suckers had a tendency to bite the teat that feeds them. But it had an additional effect on Jennifer.

For the first time since leaving the Weak Lands, Jenny was feeling sexually aroused. As she fed her growing son she would often find herself teasing her furry beaver. Each tug and nip at her tit seemed to pull at something delightful in her core. Her mind turned once again to thoughts of men and fertility.

She had always felt that one child would only be the start of her brood. Now she was becoming eager to start the process again.

It was nearly summer before her libido forced her to make a decision. She would have to leave the valley for a time to find men to impregnate her. Stanley would have to go with her. The boy was strong and healthy but still less than a year old. He was eating a little corn mush now along with his mother's milk.

She disliked the idea of feeding her son Weak Land food and water but saw no choice. She did not want to burden herself with a large pack.

Jennifer's attempts to plan her sexual excursion led her to realize that she would have nothing to trade and no way to make money. So, ever practical, she decided well ahead of time what she would simply steal whatever she needed.

Before leaving the Weak Lands, Jennifer's clothing had been on the tight and short side. She'd been living on the periphery of society for several years with little need to dress well and had grown substantially during that time. She'd had worn nothing other than her rabbit-skin coat, if that, since returning to Ironcleft and had filled out quite a bit during that time. She had only added an inch to her height but her shoulders and hips had broadened considerably and her chest had filled out quite a bit (though it seemed she would never be buxom).

One dress she tore to shreds just trying to pull it on. Another ripped across the back the first time she bent over. Those had been the largest of her handful of dresses. She effectively had no clothing. Jenny also realized that anything she might be able to steal from some homesteader would be far too small for her. Perhaps men's clothing would work but she hated to think of herself as remotely masculine. She saw herself as motherly and sexy despite the rough and simple life she chose.

Jenny didn't really care how many people saw her naked body but she didn't want to be lynched... or to have to hurt anyone that tried to lynch her. She couldn't just wander into a village and strike up a conversation while naked. She had enough trouble talking to people under the best circumstances.

She thought about finding a remote farm somewhere and asking the lady of the house to help her piece together some clothing but it felt like too much of a bother. She didn't really want clothes and felt niggling resentment that such a thing was expected.

Well, all she was really interested in was spending a few weeks among a number of men so that she could become pregnant again. You didn't need villages full of families and judgmental busybodies to get that. There were logging camps and small mining operations scattered all over the place and they were usually peopled exclusively by men.

So it was simple. She would seek out these places and just present herself to be serviced. From experience, she knew that fewer than one man in ten would be inclined to refuse such an offer.

Jenny did take some time to carefully trim all her nails and do something about her ragged hair before leaving her home to hunt semen. She packed a few days worth of dried meat and bread, tied Stanley into his papoose across her chest and stomach and headed out of the valley.

The young woman desperately wanted to run but feared jostling Stanley so much. She was proud of her son and was certain that he shared her strength and resilience... but he was only about nine months old and it was hard to tell how careful she had to be with him. He had fallen from the bed a number of times and twice she had woken up to find that he had been trapped beneath her hard, dense body. He had suffered no injury nor displayed much distress in any of these cases.

Once Jenny rolled over onto him while sleeping and had apparently cut off his air supply. That time he struggled so powerfully that she had woken immediately.

But none of that necessarily meant he could take hours of being pounded against her body as she loped across the landscape.

It took her a full day to exit the valley; the pace felt torturously slow. Once out of the valley, Jenny headed in the opposite direction of the people she knew. She had no desire to see anyone from her old life.

She fed Stanley and herself on the march and never stopped before the sun was down. She was moving again by dawn each morning. She son would fuss on occasion and she would sometimes carry him in her arms out in the open so that he could see the world passing by but for the most part, he seemed unconcerned by the journey.

It was an aggravating three full days before she spotted the thin trail of smoke that always meant humans were about. She approached the site carefully and found it to be a lone homestead. She considered it for several minutes while Stanley suckled from her left breast. His sucking action and the prospect of male companionship set her loins to throbbing but the girl reluctantly passed the farm by. Some ugly scene was far too likely if she showed up in a woman's home like this.

To say that Jennifer was socially awkward is an understatement. She wasn't terribly bright either and there was a lot about the world and people that she didn't know. But she had gleaned one lesson from her time acting as a whore; groups of men isolated from "proper civilization" acted a lot differently than a man alone or groups of men in socially accepted venues. Or to put it another way, men were more likely to "misbehave" as a group... as long as no judgmental types (women for the most part) were in attendance.

So, the girl was pretty confident that if she could find a group of guys out on their own somewhere, there wouldn't be any ugly scenes nor a need for much talk. She'd let them know what she wanted and they'd line up to give it to her.

And that's pretty much how it went. She found a logging party near the end of the day. It was made up of eight men from a number of different places that had pooled their labor for a few days to bring in some lumber. There were no women there. The youngest guy was probably thirteen.

The men were widely scattered performing a wide variety of tasks but all were within earshot of the exclamations made by the first few to see her come walking into camp.

Jennifer entered that camp with Stanley on her hip. She let her dark hair drape across her chest but her breasts protruded between the strands. At the moment they were softer than usual because her son had just finished draining them. That had also once again ignited Jennifer's urges. She stood in the middle of a beaten-earth clearing as the men approached. Her wide stance did nothing to conceal the pelt at her groin or the glimmer of pink peering out from under it.

The men were literally slack-jawed. One began laughing nervously while another called out loudly "Well would you look at that!"

The men gathered but not closely for the moment. Their hot gazes couldn't help but sweep up and down her body and those gazes in turn warmed her womanly fires. "Hello fell'as. Guess what I want?"

Jennifer was momentarily surprised at her own voice. It was deep and rough. It actually sounded kind of alluring but she abruptly realized that she had not spoken for nearly a year. Aside from some rare muttering from his mother, Stanley had never heard human speech. As the men began to grin and joke she pledged to herself that she would begin speaking to her child on a regular basis so that it could learn.

But there would be time for that later.

Trying to act alluring and confident, she raised a single finger to the men now crowding around her, bidding them to stay and wait. The young woman took her son over to an out-of-the-way area under a tree and situated him on top of his papoose. She left her small pack with him and then sauntered back towards the watching men. She pulled her hair back behind her neck. Not an inch of skin was hidden from their view.

Jennifer singled out the largest man there. He may have been as old as forty, hale but weathered. He was thick-chested and balding with strong-looking hands and a rough beard of several days' growth. It was dark but lightly peppered with silver. Actually, that would be salted, wouldn't it?

He was the biggest guy there but was still two inches shorter than Jenny. He was broader across the shoulders and his barrel chest was impressive. He looked like he probably out-weighed her trim form by quite a bit. In reality, her dense structure made up for his greater bulk.

Several of the men's gazes became a little queer as her size registered on them. Who exactly was the naked, golden-brown goddess?

She decided at that point that if anyone asked her age, she'd tell them she was twenty or something. Who knew how they'd react if she told them she was barely fourteen. It occurred to her that she had no idea what the date was. Was it July yet?

Jenny smiled and caressed the big guy's shoulder. "My name is Jenny."

He swallowed twice before responding. "I'm Sam. Uh... pleasure to meet you Jenny."

Jenny grinned, trying desperately to be personable and sexy. "Oh, I think it will be." She let her eyes scan the faces around her. Her caressing hand took Sam's and guided it to cup her soft mammary. "I hope to pleasure you all."

She asked for a comfortable place to lie down and casually asked Sam to join her. There were a lot of nervous laughs and blushing going on among the spectators but the woman persuaded Sam out of his cloths in a few brief minutes. His cock was big and hard and exactly what Jennifer needed.

She bit her lip and looked a little nervous as she began to mount him. The spectators mistook this expression for hesitancy. What Jenny was really doing was telling herself over and over again to be gentle and fighting against her urge to ravage the man.

It would be so easy to severely injure the poor guy.

Sam didn't last long. Jennifer's hungry slit was incredibly tight and wet. He just stared at her bouncing breasts as she rode up on down his shaft. Within minutes, he grunted and moaned as he pumped his seed into her body.

The sensation of his seed flushing warmly into her womb triggered Jennifer's orgasm. She squealed and ground herself down on his pumping shaft. Sam's eye's nearly popped out of his head when her climaxing pussy clamped down on his dick.

When she had milked him dry, Jenny stood and looked at the men gather around them. Her nipples were hard and swayed joyously as she bounced around with excitement. "Who's next?" she asked, stroking a finger through her plainly visible pussy lips.

Several of the men raced to unlace their pants. Laughing, Jenny rewarded the winner by wrapping a large hand around his hard member and kissing him deeply. She let the man, who was in his mid twenties, lay her down on her side and slip his cock into her from behind. His member was smaller than Sam's and he shot off even quicker. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his jizz filling her. She didn't cum again but she knew she would soon with the next fellow or maybe the guy after that.

Jenny fucked each man in rapid succession, allowing them to position her as they wished. Several just pumped into her in the traditional missionary position but others wanted something else. A thirty year old man with a cock that was even bigger than Sam's bent her over a log. He rammed his hips into her as hard as he could and clawed at her breasts. Jennifer loved it, yelling loudly for more. She came hard just before he burst inside her. Her thighs had stripped the bark form the log but remained unblemished.

He paid for making it good for her with a severely bruised cock.

The thirteen year old kid had watched it all from the periphery. After she had drained each man once, she looked for and found the boy. Beckoning to him, she lay back and spread her legs. The boy eagerly pulled off his britches and knelt between her steepled legs.

The boy's little cock was a bit over four inches long and thin. Jenny still felt tight and hot to him. He sank into her once up to the balls and shuddered, spilling his seed. Jenny pulled his body down to hers and laid his head against her breasts. She held one hand under his buttocks and kept his groin pressed to hers. Her hot cunt massaged his pink little rod. She could feel his heartbeat through his throbbing organ.

"Come on honey, give me another." She said. He stayed hard. Soon, the boy was humping into her by reflex. He was trembling with desire. "What's your name, little man?"

"Colt" he said, his voice squeaking.

She whispered into his ear but not so quietly that the other's couldn't hear, "Your dick feels wonderful, Colt. Do you know why men and women do this?"

Colt nodded, licking his lips. "It's how you make a baby."

Jenny kissed the crown of his head. "That's right honey. I want a baby and you need to plant your seed in me to make it happen. Come on little man, give me more of your seed." She paused and then whispered very quietly just to him. "Fuck me."

Colt's hips were a blur as he sawed into her. In two minutes flat, he shuddered again, groaning. "Oh, thank you baby. I feel your seed in me. It's wonderful."

Colt stayed on top of her and inside her for several more minutes, panting heavily and thanking her profusely. When he finally staggered away, Jenny remained on her back and spread her legs wide. "Well gentleman, the young man is now one round ahead of you all. Who's ready to play catch-up?"

And so it continued through the day and into the night as Jenny fucked every man there three or four times. She gauged the passage of time by the swelling of her breasts and around sundown called a break so that she could feed Stanley. The men wandered away to straightened up the work they had dropped hours earlier when the sex goddess appeared in their midst.

After nursing her son and eating some of the camp's thick stew, Jenny appropriated a tent and announced that she would be available to all comers all night long. She slept in short naps whenever no one was busy fucking her and by morning, none of the men could achieve erection. She suggested they carry on with their work. She would stay for a day or two and as they recovered, she would continue to service the loggers.

During the course of the day, three more men showed up having been busy elsewhere. Jenny was happy to expand her harem.

While waiting for the men to recover, Jenny wandered the camp, usually with Stanley in her arms. She sometimes had to grit her teeth and force herself to resist offering to help them in their labors. She watched as six men struggled to mount a large log over the saw pit. Jennifer could tell at a glance that she would have been able lift and position the log with no trouble at all. True, it was an awkward kind of load but she had learned the tricks of balance and leverage needed to handle that kind of thing when she was eleven years old.

Hell, if she could figure out a good way to stack them, she could carry three logs that size. She'd had that much wood stacked in her old carrying rig practically every day.

On the second night, Jenny got quite a bit of sleep. Few of the men had been able to rise to the occasion. They had each fucked her between four and a dozen times. So that morning, she slipped quietly out of camp with Stanley without saying goodbye.

Jenny had been drinking Weak Land water for several days and eating mostly their food. She felt the absence of Ironcleft's essence and it made her jumpy with cravings. When the time came to decide whether to turn towards home or to carry on looking for another opportunity to mate, the call of the valley won out.

In the afternoon of the day she departed the logging camp, she did happen upon a lone man hunting. Without exchanging a word, Jenny set her son aside and pulled the man down on top of here in the grass where they stood. Impatient with his fumbling, she gripped his trousers in her strong hands and ripped them apart. His cock was only about five inches long and barely of average girth but two days of frequent sex had done nothing to loosed Jenny tight snatch. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled his body into hers. She milked him in about thirty seconds. Then she gathered up her things and left him gasping in the field.


©Boondocker
