* * * *
A couple of days later, with still no sign of any radiation, I decided the city had gotten lucky and missed all the fallout. I told Josie it was time to go, and tried to ignore the hurt look in her eyes. We’d had two days of great sex since our first night, but we both knew it wouldn’t last.
I went through all the supplies left in the old furnace room, packing things up so Josie could have it, something to get her started until she could get some stuff together. I figured FEMA would be around at some point, but I wanted to give her the best chance to hold it together until the government was back on its feet.
We loaded my truck in silence. I hated to split up, but I hadn’t made any plans to have someone with me at the farm that hadn’t been around from the start. I guess I’d resigned myself to being without a partner or spouse, but I wasn’t happy about it.
When I paused the truck at the entrance to the garage, we both sat stunned at what we saw. The city was in a shambles. There was trash and broken glass everywhere, and all the stores looked looted. I spied a few dead bodies scattered around the cars and buses that littered the road. The area was quiet, as if it had been abandoned.
Josie was crying softly beside me, and I reached out to take her hand. We hadn’t expected anything like this. Damage and chaos, of course, but not the apocalyptic scene before us.
“If you take a right here, I’ll direct you to my apartment,” Josie said, gulping.
I stared out the windshield, my mind racing. I’d thought to leave Josie in a city recovering from disaster, not an abandoned wasteland. It didn’t feel right, and I wasn’t sure I could do it, even if she insisted.
“Maybe you should come with me,” I said quietly. “This is worse than I could have imagined. I don’t think there’s going to be a recovery any time soon.”
Josie turned to face me. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to put you out—.”
I looked deeply into her eyes, remembering how she’d handled our stay in the furnace room shelter. How she’d help keep things organized, our long conversations. And the sex. I didn’t push that away. I know we’d both enjoyed it.
“I’m positive. I think we make a good team, and I could use the help around the farm, to be honest.” I squeezed her hand. She pressed back, a trembling smile spreading across her lips.
“Could we check on my cat? And I’d like to pick up some clothes and stuff.”
I couldn’t help grinning as I put the truck back in gear. I had a woman, and a cat, to share my BOL.
Life was good.
THE END
MOANING WITH THE ZOMBIES
In his dreams, the moans fill the room, echoing off the walls. The dreams are never the same, not at the beginning, but at some point they change, and the moans turn from the vacant, incessant laments of the risen dead and become the pleasure-filled moans of the woman beneath his thrusting body.
Sean always woke from these dreams trembling, not in fear, but shaking and hard with desire. He used to be ashamed of dreaming about fucking Laura while the struggle for survival went on, but now he filled his days with plans on how he was going to manage to get her naked and spread beneath him.
This morning was no different, and while Sean slipped a hand inside his jeans and began pumping his dick, he finally realized he wasn’t going to be able to ignore the woman anymore. One way or another, he had to get her alone and have his way with her.
It wasn’t as if she didn’t look at him, too, in those odd moments when she she thought no one could see. He’d caught her hungry eyes on him as he fought off zombies, or worked making their latest camp more secure. She would unconsciously lick her lips, until she realized he was watching her, too. Then her dark eyes would drop, and she would inch closer to her asshole of a husband, who thought he was in charge because he’d been a deputy before all hell broke loose.
As if being a stuffed uniform patrolling the middle of nowhere meant something after the world went to shit.
Rich liked to order everybody around, giving everybody a job based on what he thought their worth was. That’s why Sean was always on point for killing the dead they encountered. It would be just like the bastard to try to get Sean killed, rather than confront him like a real man.
It wouldn’t surprise him to learn that Rich saw the way his wife looked at Sean, saw how her nipples got hard and poked through the ragged shirt she wore. Only a fool would be that blind. and even Rich wasn’t that clueless.
Sean was stroking himself faster, thinking about how he’d like to put his shaft hard into Laura while Rich watched, helpless. He’d take her in the ass, knowing her husband didn’t have the gumption to do it.
His breath became harsh as he built to climax, ready to shoot his wad into the rough blanket. Next time, he promised himself, he’d be riding that bitch rough and bare-backed. Fill her up like she’d never been filled before.
Living the way they did, Sean had seen Rich’s cock, and it wasn’t anything to be proud of, which would explain why the bastard was such an asshole. His rod wouldn’t satisfy any woman, much less a hot piece of ass like Laura.
His grip was tight as Sean came, squeezing the thick head of his cock. His cum spurted into the fold of blanket while he bit back the groans. He knew some of the group would hear him anyway, but it didn’t matter. There were few secrets in close quarters.
* * * *
The group was on the move again, looking for food and water, hoping for more weapons in their ceaseless fight with the undead. Once again Sean was leading, taking out zombies with the sharp machete that never left his side. The goal today was a Super Wal-Mart on the edge of some deserted town. Scouts had shown it was not as over-run as they’d feared, which was surprising considering how most places they found seemed to be zombie magnets.
Sean couldn’t understand it, what drew the walking dead back to the places they’d known in life. Some sort of lingering memory, he guessed. Not that it mattered, except for the numbers of zombies they’d have to get through.
The rotting corpses seemed to have a sixth sense about where humans would go, looking for a safe place to rest and anything they could eat. The way the disease had gone through humanity, striking them down without pity or regard to class or income, huge swathes of the landscape were overrun, zombie territory. Wherever people had gone for security or aid, they died, and where they died, they stayed unless some foolish or unlucky soul attracted their attention.
Sean watched the area around the store for a moment, resting while he considered the best plan of attack. There seemed to be little damage to the outside of the building, even the huge glass frontage was intact. The garden entrance looked secure, with very few dead inside the tall fence surrounding it. He thought they might be able to fight their way through, shut the gate behind them to keep others out. They could regroup, check out the store and see how many zombies infested the building itself. If they were lucky, this would be an easy job, for a change.
This was one of the smaller of the big box stores, so there was a good chance the group could clear it out without too much trouble, and with any luck none of them would die before it was all over. Seeing how small the zombie horde was, this store might have missed being looted as the world fell.
With a sigh, Sean got up and went back to his team. He relayed his plan to the others, and the group slid down the embankment into the parking lot, getting back up and in position before the zombies realized there was fresh meat coming. Sooner than he’d hoped, they had taken the garden entrance and were safely behind the fence. After a short rest, Sean took his scout group through the doors into the main store and starting clearing the building.
Before the sun set, they were in possession of the store, excitedly roaming around and collecting anything that was useful, and a lot of stuff that wasn’t but was just a bright, shiny distraction from the horrors the group lived through every day. Sean couldn’t blame them for grabbing expensive sheets, pillows and duvets, or the shampoos and lotions the wom
en tossed into bins from the housewares section. They’d done without for so long, it couldn’t hurt to indulge a little when they had the chance.
He was looking for something in particular, and when he found it Sean dropped his duffel bag in plain sight. This spot was his, and no one in the group would contest his claim on it. Unlike Rich, the others appreciated what he’d done for them over the past months.
After looking around the area, noting how the shelves had created this small, isolated oasis in the open floor plan, Sean knew this was where he’d finally get his chance with Laura. Now all he had to do was get her back here without Rich knowing. Somehow, he didn’t think it would be hard to do.
* * * *
A sound brought Sean out of the light doze that passed for sleep most nights since the apocalypse. He grabbed his machete and flicked his lighter on. The sudden flare of light stopped whoever was trying to sneak up on him, and Sean took the opportunity to throw off his blanket and rise to a crouch.
The lack of moans and the stink of death told him his visitor was human, and cautious.
Being by himself like this had been a calculated risk, and he wouldn’t have been surprised to find it was Rich, armed and ready to take Sean out and not worried at all about how he’d explain it to the group.
Sean blinked when he realized it was Laura standing at the end of the aisle, staring at him with those big, dark eyes. Her hair was mussed, and she was wearing only a loose nightgown. Even in the dark he could see her nipples showing through the thin fabric. The shadow of her pussy was clear between her thighs. She wasn’t trying to hide anything.
“What are you doing, Laura? Rich isn’t going to be happy if he finds you here, dressed like that.” Sean kept his voice low, his tone neutral.
The sight of her at the foot of his bed, without him having to lure her away from the group, away from Rich’s watchful glare, make his cock twitch. But he didn’t want to scare her off, so he faked a calm he didn’t feel.
Laura stepped closer, until her feet were on the edge of the sleeping bag he was lying on. She dropped her eyes and played with the edge of the gown. It barely covered her crotch, and he didn’t know if she meant to lift the hem and give him a look at her snatch, or not, but somehow he thought she did.
Fucking tease.
Sean leaned back, reaching for a candle. He had the wick lit in a second and set the candle close by before snapping the cover of his old-fashioned lighter closed with a click.
Laura hesitated, waiting in the glow of the candle for Sean to say something. He had no intention of asking her into his bed. She’d gotten this far, she could get her ass down here and spread her legs on her own. It couldn’t stop her from claiming he’d influenced her, but it might make her think twice about doing it, as long as it was her own idea.
Sean stretched, letting the blanket fall away. He had stripped and washed earlier, then laid down naked to enjoy the relative safety of the store. It was a luxury they seldom had, and he planned to make the most of it. Of course, getting to show off his hard, toned body to Laura was a side benefit. There was no way she missed seeing his big, thick cock jutting up at her. If she didn’t want to screw him now, she never would.
“I’m trying to sleep, Laura. Is there something you need that can’t wait until morning?”
Laura bit her lower lip, her eyes locked on the stiff shaft displayed for her. Her nipples thrust the fabric of her gown out like tent peaks. Sean could see her pressing her thighs together, pushing against her cunt. He smiled a little, knowing he almost had her.
Sean drew up one leg, leaning his elbow on his knee. The blanket slid further down, and now his cock was standing ready, in plain sight with no mistaking its condition. That should be all the invitation she needed.
Laura gulped and took a step towards Sean. He just waited, watching her eyes as she battled against her desire to be with him. She was either going to fuck him tonight, or she would run back to her slob of a husband and Sean would move on to someone else. There were enough women in the group who would jump at the chance to bed Sean that he didn’t have any doubts he’d find a willing partner.
He had options, but Laura didn’t. No other man in the group had the nerve to bang her and risk Rich’s wrath.
Somewhere between one second and the next, Laura made her choice. With a sigh she slid down on her knees and crawled to his side. She was looking in his eyes while she moved, and he never took his gaze away from hers.
Once she was beside him, Sean reached for the flimsy gown and pulled it up, over her head. Laura helped get the garment off, tossing it away and arching her back so Sean could see her breasts clearly in the candlelight.
Her tits were great, full, round globes tipped with big aureoles and dark nipples. She had a slender waist and lush hips, even after months of little food. The constant moving and hard work had gotten her in great shape, with muscles that slid under her taught skin.
Laura leaned in to kiss him, but Sean pulled back. He stared at her for a moment, watching her bite her lip again.
“You aren’t going to regret this, are you?”
Laura shook her head. “I’ve wanted you since the beginning. I can’t stop thinking about being with you.”
“What about Rich?”
“He’s a joke. In and out, then passed out for hours, leaving me hanging,” Laura said. She couldn’t hide the disdain. “He fell asleep tonight with a bottle, and won’t be awake until morning.”
That was good to know; Rich would be dead to the world for the night, and in an ill mood in the morning. Sean had seen it before, on those rare occasions when the group had found any alcoholic beverages. Rich would always get enough for himself, and go off with Laura to enjoy the bounty while it lasted.
“I guess he got some sex before he was out.”
Laura hung her head. “Just a blow job tonight. Quick and easy.”
Sean laughed. One thing he wasn’t was quick and easy. She’d find out for herself shortly. He laid back on the sleeping bag, resting his head on one arm. With the other hand he tugged the blanket the rest of the way off, leaving himself displayed before her, his cock standing at attention.
He took Laura’s chin in his palm, stroking a thumb over her full lower lip. “Let’s start with that, and then we can see what happens next.”
Sean guided Laura down to his groin, fingers wound through her hair. She began licking the length of his cock, running her tongue up and down the thick shaft a few times before she finally took the head into her mouth and began sucking.
He thought he’d come way too soon for all the waiting he’d done until this moment had presented itself. But it wouldn’t be so bad, Sean mused as he let the feeling wash over him. Laura was talented with her mouth, and he was enjoying being pleasured this way. Some women made you beg for some head.
Sean kept Laura’s head down, fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her to take him in deeper. He was getting close to coming, the first of many times if he was lucky. When he knew he was close, Sean pushed her further down, not giving her a chance to let up. Soon he was spurting deep into her throat, making her gag and swallow until he was empty.
After he’d let Laura sit up, Sean pulled her up to lie beside him. They began kissing, his tongue dipping into her mouth and tasting his cum. His hands were taking both breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Laura moaned and pressed herself closer to him, while her own hands roamed his body. She was playing with his nipples, getting them hard, then going down his belly until she gripped his cock.
Her gasp when she realized he was already hard again make him chuckle. She was in for a lot of surprises tonight.
Sean let her pump his cock for a while before he took her by the waist and set her astride his body.He’d wanted her to ride his cock for a long time, and finally he was going to have her. He kept her poised just above his shaft, lifting his hips and knocking the head of his cock against her pussy.
“Tell me you want it, Laura,” he whispere
d. She was trembling, and he knew she couldn’t wait to be impaled on his dick.
“Please, Sean,” she said, breathless. “Please put it in me.”
“Maybe I will. But I’m not going to be gentle. Does that scare you?”
Laura was nearly crying. “No, I’m not scared. I—I want you to be inside me. Please?”
“Tell me how you want it, then.”
“Hard, I want it hard.”
She hadn’t finished speaking before he rammed up into her, stretching her tight pussy with his thick shaft. He was bigger around than most men, and for sure she hadn’t had anything like this from Rich, with his thin rod.
Sean kept Laura still, pulling down on her waist while he pumped into her, hard and fast. She held onto his arms, bracing herself against his movement, her back arched, candlelight glinting off her tits. Her pussy gripped his cock with strong, velvet-covered muscles, clenching and releasing as he moved.
After stroking for a few minutes, Sean twisted and pushed until he had Laura down on her back. He rose above her his cock still deep inside her, and kept thrusting into her. She was crying, and he knew he was being too rough, not giving her time to accommodate his cock. But she’d teased and flaunted herself in front of him too many times, and this was only a little payback for all those nights he’d had to jerk off alone while she serviced her husband instead.
Sean pushed Laura’s knees up towards her chest, spreading her wide. He gripped her knees and leaned back, looking down at his engorged cock sliding in and out. She had a beautiful pussy, pink and gleaming beneath the dark thatch. She was moaning now, and he knew she was getting close to coming.
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