Dystopian Girls 4

by Rodzil LaBraun

  "Hello, zombies," Jada said. They all quieted down immediately. I waited for the realization to settle into our guests' brains that we had control of these new weapons. Jada then pointed at Brianna and Celeste saying, "These bitches are your enemy."

  The roar of the five nasty, white-eyed undead frightened the two women so much, they took a couple steps back, bottom lips shaking. I slowly stepped forward to maintain the proximity. Many of the armed people behind them looked like they were ready to bolt.

  "I am right," I told the Coalition ambassadors. "And you are wrong. Camilla is one of ours. We have no intention of breaking the treaty. Make the right decision Brianna, Celeste." I altered my gaze between them. "None of you will survive if you make the wrong choice."

  CHAPTER TWENTY:

  Celeste looked like she might cry. Brianna was as much angry as she was scared. The two of them were talkers, not fighters. Only a handful of their assault rifle toting support members appeared to be ready for a skirmish. The rest didn’t look like they had signed up for this.

  The creak of a truck door caught our attention. An older man in a uniform stepped out. His head was shaved, his chin square. He didn't bother to unstrap his pistol as he approached us in the center of the volatile scene. He himself showed no sign of fear. I could see that his calmness gave his soldiers more confidence. Half of them would likely run, but the rest might shoot. That meant that a few of us could die before this thing was over.

  He stepped right in between the two women and spoke to me. "I've checked with headquarters. They have confirmed your claim. Camilla is yours. Have you accepted any other refugees?"

  Brianna and Celeste each released a heavy breath.

  "No, we have not," I told the unidentified man, looking him straight in the eye. He did not appear to be the least bit intimidated. This guy was a real soldier, and an officer. His leadership would make a difference in how this thing played out.

  "Then we are done here," he raised his voice enough for the nearest soldiers to hear. "It was a misunderstanding, Mason. No hard feelings." Pulling a folded piece of paper from his rear pocket, he continued, "Here is the treaty document. Take your time to read it over before you sign. A small delegation will come tomorrow to pick it up."

  He didn't bother to wait for my reply before turning toward his troops. "Okay, let's pack it up. Everyone back in the trucks! Let's go."

  Brianna stared at me as she backed away, perhaps weighing my sanity. Celeste, however, she smiled. It was part happiness over getting out of this situation alive for sure, and part flirty. I had impressed her, striking some measure of arousal in her brain. I briefly wondered what she would be like in an intimate situation. She struck me as kind of freaky.

  Once they were all gone, we sealed up the new pen and went back to what we were doing. There was a change of guard as the staggered schedule rotation began. Combat training class was going to be delayed by an hour, but lunches were on schedule. The treaty document was just one-page, printed front and back, but the text was small print. It wouldn’t take long to read. I decided to head back to the house to think, but my food was already on the table when I walked in.

  Stella brought me silverware with a bright smile like a sunrise. It was different from the innocent look that I was used to. There was the tiniest bit of naughtiness in her eyes. She had sex with me last night, and it will forever change her. When I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to me, she was eager to give me the kiss that I was seeking. It was earnest but brief, like a loving wife would give while multi-tasking. I watched her walk away, happy when she looked over her shoulder to see me staring at her ass.

  We had no more skanks or zombies come our way the rest of the day. There wasn't any additional activity by the military in our direction either. In fact, Bianka confirmed with the binoculars that more than half of their scouts high in the trees were already gone. Maybe this treaty would hold for a while after all.

  Jamila had brought us another bottle of whiskey. I had a feeling that she had acquired a stash of liquor somewhere in our confined neighborhood. Alexa waited until late evening before bringing it out of the cupboard. Other than me, there were only three people left in the living room. Alexa, Jamila and Bianka. Jada was taking responsibility for security until the middle of the night when Bianka would arrive to take over. Riley, Ling and Stella were already in bed.

  "Are we celebrating something?" I asked.

  "Actually," Alexa replied as she poured an ounce of the brown fluid in three of the four glasses on the coffee table. "We're going to have a little meeting. We'd love for you to join us, but could you maybe give us fifteen minutes? We have some things to discuss between us before we need your involvement."

  I glanced between the three of them. Alexa looked as sweet as ever, maybe a little extra horny. Jamila's smile would have coaxed the money out of any man's wallet. Bianka, smiling as well, was considerably more confused. I knew that she had a significant romantic weakness toward the other two women.

  As suggested, I made myself scarce. I walked the yard at first. That was something that I had not done lately but had once been a routine part of my day. I checked in on Camilla to find her sleeping peacefully. Her breathing was slow but not haggard. Janice, one of the reborn women, was sitting at her side looking very nurse-like. Perhaps she had medical experience. Alexa trusted her with the task, so I decided not to ask. I greeted her but said nothing else, avoiding making enough noise to wake Camilla.

  Earlier in the evening my old friend had provided the information that I requested. The Coalition arrived at the schoolhouse this morning demanding that Tamika and her people surrender. When they failed to do so, two small missiles were launched at sides of the building. I imagined it was intended to scare them as much as provide new entry points to the massive structure.

  Camilla saw several people die with her own eyes, including Mitch. Tamika's final demise was questionable. Maybe she had been captured and treated for her injuries. Or, she could have been left to die. Camilla fled before the entire scene played out, once again able to escape the death that claimed her clan members. The two teens that helped us, Judah and Lenah, were not present at the time of the strike. Their whereabouts were unknown to her.

  Checking my watch, I noticed that twenty-two minutes had passed since I left the house. My women would be ready for me to join their meeting. I was looking forward to it without knowing exactly what I would be walking into.

  Entering by way of the side door from the garage I was pleasantly shocked to see what was going on in the living room. The lights were dimmed and the three of them were seated very close to each other. Jamila's top was off, lying in the center of the floor. Her little brown titties were exposed. Actually, one was covered by a hand. It was Bianka's. Additional contact between them were soft erotic kisses.

  Alexa had circled around behind the beautiful blonde lesbian to caress her back and belly as she kissed her shoulders. When she spotted me approaching, she pulled away from her. But not in embarrassment as I expected. No, it was to pour me a tall drink and guide me to the chair facing the sofa. I was expected to enjoy the show apparently.

  Bianka's eyes were glassy, reflecting in the dim light. She had been drinking with the girls, something that she had refused to do previously. The hottie gave me a weak smile looking very unsure of herself. I was tempted to speak up, ask her if she needed to get some fresh air. But she was a very proud friend of mine. Embarrassing her in this situation was not something that I had any interest in doing.

  Alexa did not return to the threesome of petting, to my delight. Instead, she worked to arouse me via lap dance. It was more like the girl next door's version of the act but tantalizing just the same. Her new stance on sexual activity in this house combined with the memory of our intense love making of just two nights ago was extremely exciting. The movements of her glorious body mesmerizing. I barely noticed Bianka glancing my way as Jamila worked hard to hold her attention.

  Alexa sat on my
lap backwards, leaning back against my chest. Her hands were around my head as she kissed my face. I took the opportunity to slide my hands under her shirt to softly caress her petite fleshy melons. The position gave me a clear view of the activity just a few feet away.

  Bianka stood there topless, her lovely soft breasts a treasure that I had been seeking for a while. She watched as Jamila sucked and licked her nipples while removing her own pants, slithering out of them like a performing snake. Bianka was even more mesmerized than I was. I finished the rest of my heavy pour in one gulp.

  Alexa's clothes came off in a drunken striptease. I couldn't tell how much that she had to drink so far, but she did not seem too unstable on her feet. Once nude she returned to my lap once again. She gave me time to inspect every inch of her perfect body. Her legs, ass, belly and breasts. When she raised her leg to place her pussy in my face, Jamila style, I caught a glimpse of Bianka watching us again. She was also naked, seated on the couch. The nude wisp of Jamila's body was on her knees between Bianka's legs, aggressively licking the woman’s punane.

  I tongued away at my wife until she was too aroused to maintain her balance. I tried to guide her to my lap, but she slid to the floor instead, pulling at the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my ass to let her remove them. When her mouth dropped to my bouncing boner, I took the opportunity to check in my friends across the way.

  Bianka was then on her back on the couch spreading her legs. She guided Jamila's tiny sexy form into the sixty-nine position. I thrusted gently into my wife's mouth as I watched them tongue each other. I began to wonder which of us would climax first. The way things were going, it would likely be me if I didn’t slow down. I would much prefer to be last.

  When Alexa ceased the head bobbing, she wiped her mouth to smile at me. I didn't know exactly what was going to come next, but I was eagerly looking forward to it. Unexpectedly, she stepped away from me to gently stroke Jamila's back. The brown skinned spinner released from her position on top of Bianka and stood up to kiss Alexa. There were two things about that sight I never expected to see. The pair of them kissing obviously. And Alexa licking the moisture off of Jamila's lips, which she had just obtained from Bianka.

  The tan lesbian then sat up and watched as well, touching herself leisurely. Her pussy was shaved clean, and her body absolutely stunning. Once my eyes found her, I couldn't pull them away. When I started slowly stroking myself, she looked at me as well. The lust in her eyes was an incredibly erotic sight.

  When Jamila and Alexa separated, my wife straddled Bianka's lap wrapping her arms around her as the two of them kissed. Jamila sauntered over to do the same to me. I caressed her tiny body as I snuck peaks at the other pair.

  My penis was eager to be inside someone. Jamila or Alexa would be fantastic. Bianka would be an absolute dream, unless of course what Alexa said last night was true. I didn't want to have to break in another virgin. That would completely change the vibe of the party.

  When Jamila finally stood up, I was ready for my professional lap dance, especially if it ended anything like the last one. Instead, she walked away from me to the couch, giving me that teasing stripper look over her shoulder. Alexa was on her back over there, Bianka's face eagerly between her legs. Jamila tapped her on the shoulder like she was butting in on the dance. Bianka backed away enough to allow Jamila into the mix. She then watched intently as Jamila place one hand between my wife’s legs. The two of them stared at each other, possibly working out a lot of their differences without a word.

  This would have been an unbelievably good porno to watch. Being present, though, I wanted to get involved. Bianka and I were the only ones not yet to touch. I took a chance and walked over to her. She stood up when she saw my coming, looking fearful of being eye level with my raging boner.

  I took a few seconds to touch her gently, only pulling her to me when she looked ready. We kissed passionately for a while, my hands groping the soft skin over the firm muscles of her sexy body. Her breasts, her ass. I even placed my hands between her legs to find her drenching wet. Whether that was because of me or the other two women, I didn't know or care. She was in my arms finally.

  Her hands slid over my muscles within her reach. Receiving that affection from Bianka was a compliment as well as tantalizing. But my pecker craved her attention. I would be delighted to satisfy her orally first. Hopefully, she would then overcome her fear and reciprocate. I had been fantasizing about her beautiful face around my manhood for some time. She certainly had to know that.

  I guided her hand to my stiff skin flute. Her touch was firm. She gripped it like the handle of a whip. That was fine, she could touch me as she saw fit as long as this continued. Eventually, the kissing stopped. We stared at each other for moment. Fear was evident in her eyes. Then she looked down at her small but strong hand around my cock. I hoped that the sight was as arousing for her as it was for me. That did not appear to be the case as she returned her gaze to my face.

  "I can't do this," Bianka then whispered, her eyes even glassier than before. She hastily gathered up her clothes and darted toward the steps, not looking back.

  Both Jamila and Alexa looked disappointed in the lesbian's departure. When they looked back to find me standing there still rock hard, they quickly got over it. I got the impression that the whole thing had been set up primarily for Bianka. Knowing her sexuality, though, it was understandable that not everything would go according to plan. Maybe if I had been satisfied to sit and watch, she would have stayed.

  I debated on chasing after my sexy blonde departed friend. Considering the nature of our relationship, I decided against it. The crazy sexy pair of nude bodies intertwined on the couch beckoning me to join them had something to do with my decision as well.

  Thank you for reading Dystopian Girls 4. A sequel is planned or may already be available. If you enjoyed the writing style and story, please check out other works of mine listed below.

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  Rodzil LaBraun

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