by Holly Ardent
A shiver ran through her at that statement, I assume due to a combination of her being in the cold water and remembering previous times when I had used ice cubes for that purpose.
“Stop that!” I said as she tried to get her arms under her and push up. “I'm ordering you to not try to get up until I allow it. Feel free to revel in the lack of control. I'm using up more of my eight hours here and you're still my personal slut.”
She shuddered from the orgasm that my claiming control over her caused, then shivered more from the chill.
“Okay, let's roll you over and see what we've wrought.”
I rolled her away from the pool and examined her breasts which were tinged a slight bluish-purple from the chill. Her nipples and areolae were magnificently hard and I cursed the lack of a camera to record it for my future enjoyment (my digital camera had finally given up the ghost a year back, much to my dismay). I immediately set to work on her breasts, roughly mauling each one as a whole while alternately pinching and pulling on her nipples.
Her areolae got the attention of my tongue. I went from breast to breast while my hands worked the breast my tongue wasn't on. All the while I continued pounding her pussy with my cock. She came several times from the abuse to her breasts combined with the pounding her pussy was taking. As her nipples and areolae warmed up and softened down I allowed myself to cum with her and filled her cunt to overflowing.
“That was nice,” I said. “I enjoy a quickie in the middle of the day. I also very much appreciate that you feel free to talk dirtier now. Even if it does tend towards you verbally abusing me a little, it still turns me on.”
“Asshole, my tits are freezing,” Molly said.
“I would've thought my mauling would have warmed them back up. Why don't you lie here in the sun with them exposed while you massage them to get the circulation going again.”
A low growl was the only answer she gave to my suggestion although I noticed that she did follow it. I put my cock away then sat back on a large rock we used as a bench. I enjoyed the show Molly was putting on as I warmed myself in the sun. After a few minutes Rita came by looking for me, asking what she should do next.
“Oh, am I interrupting something?” she asked with a grin when she noticed what Molly was doing.
“Not at all,” I said, “she's just getting warmed up again after an upper torso bath.”
Molly's only reply was to throw a pine cone at me.
“Should I ask?” Rita said.
“Nah, I just used the cold water to get her nipples fully erect for me to play with.”
“Oh, you're evil, did you know that?”
“Nope, not evil, I'm just misunderstood. But, like I told Molly, she should be glad I didn't use ice cubes instead. Come over here.”
I sat Rita on my lap and started exploring some of those holes in her shirt. I ran the fingernails of one hand lightly across her breasts, where I could easily slide through the holes. I occasionally moved to a nipple, rolling and pinching it between my thumb and forefinger. My second hand went wandering below her skirt, only to find out that she wasn't wearing anything there either.
I teased her pussy mercilessly, running my fingers slowly around the outside of her slit. I ran a finger over the hood of her clitoris and paused there, pushing down lightly for a moment before beginning another circle of the entire pussy. Then I did it again and again, waiting for her reaction.
Her breathing began to quicken and her nipples hardened. I guess I'd recovered enough because I began to harden as well. I slid my pants down to my knees and flipped the front of her skirt up. The bottom of her skirt was hastily tucked into the waistband, leaving her lower body exposed to me. I lifted Rita, faced her directly towards me, and gently lowered her onto my cock.
She shifted her legs so she knelt on the rock, one leg to either side of me, and continued lowering herself down. I wasn't at my normal size, having just cum, but I was certainly larger than I had been the last time I was inside of her. It was a bit tight getting myself all the way inside, but well worth the effort.
I leaned over to suck on her nipples after pulling them through two of the holes in her shirt. She responded by starting to rock back and forth on my cock. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Molly remove one hand from her breasts and slide it below her waist. Muffled cries, from three mouths, soon filled the small circle of hedges.
After our nookie break we got back to work on the pools. We'd already finished cleaning the seven smaller ones and were using the rake to clean out the larger gray water pools when the kids returned with the last wheelbarrow load of clippings and leaves. The rest they'd dumped at the border of our land and the neighboring properties so I could pick it up and move it wherever we wanted.
We sent the kids in to get showers right away, figuring that the half hour we had left to work would be long enough to give us a prayer of having hot water again by the time we were ready for ours. When we finished the pools, I sent Molly and Rita in to get their showers while I moved the ten or so wheelbarrow loads of organic matter the kids had retrieved into the areas we wanted them in.
Finally I went in to get my own shower and found that Kate had started dinner with Rita's help. Kate was showing Rita where we kept some of the simpler things we had to cook and how to cook them. I'd always wondered how much attention Kate had paid when I was showing her how to cook, now I knew.
Molly was browsing a book that got my spirits up as soon as I saw the title. “Sewing Lingerie That Fits: Stylish Underwear” was printed in bold red letters across the cover. Since Molly already had a fairly wide array of lingerie available I was hoping that she intended on either sewing some for Rita or teaching Rita to sew by making lingerie for her. Becky had her foraging book open again and looked up at me.
“Dad, did you know that there are wild huckleberries over on the old MacKenzie property? At least the leaves look just like the ones shown here,” she said.
“No, I didn't know that. They come ripe about the same time we have a lot of stuff ripe here on our own property so we've never been over there at that time of year. We'll have to check next year. It'd be nice to have another variety of berry.”
Becky was looking back at the book by the time I finished my sentence. I guess she was serious about learning how to forage.
Kate had taken the easy way out and made one of the dried soups we stored. Along with reheated leftover bread from the previous night it was a warm and filling meal.
Sandra finally came out of her room. She'd slept straight through from just after dinner last night. Or at least she'd stayed in her room right through. Her eyes indicated that she hadn't spent all that time sleeping. They were red and bloodshot, with dark circles around them. She looked like she'd spent half the day crying and she may well have. Her face held a wan smile when she came out though. She took her seat and we proceeded to eat.
After dinner I had both girls gather up a small pile of what they wanted to take to the swap meet the next day. Molly had sewn up several rag dolls (two baby dolls, one cat doll, and one horse doll) to trade for Christmas presents for the girls. Since there was only one more swap meet after this one before Christmas, she was taking the toys down now to double her chances of finding something she'd like to give as a present.
In addition, Kate's birthday was coming up at about the same time as the next swap meet and we would try to have gifts for then as well. Molly got the dolls out and ready to go for the morning.
I'd done a similar thing and carved a couple of wooden wagons that would actually roll. My carving abilities left them looking functional, but not overly fancy. I'd added traces to them with scraps of leather and thin wooden rods so if whoever ended up with the wagons had a toy animal, they could attach it in front and pretend to have it pull the wagon.
These went into the bundle with the dolls in hopes that I could find something for the girls as well. Finally I picked a pair of oranges and a lemon to be used for trade at the concession table. We normally splu
rged at the swap meet and had an unofficial lunch of whatever was available there. I'd bring a small pouch of silver coins as well, just in case, but three citrus fruits were normally enough to get us all a light lunch.
We sent the girls to bed a bit early and were ready to retire ourselves as well, but Sandra stopped us.
“I think I'm ready to tell you what happened,” she said.
I nodded and gestured for her to have a seat on the couch. Instead, she started pacing in a tight circle. Molly, Rita, and I did sit down. Sandra kept pacing, but started speaking as well.
“I don't know what tipped dad off, but all of the sudden he insisted to my mom and I that we get in the crawlspace. My mom asked why and, when he told her that raiders were about to attack, she refused to get in. They both hustled me into it though, then re-covered the trapdoor that leads to it. I could hear the couch scrape across the floor when they pushed it into place.”
Sandra's dad and I had discussed alarms back before things fell apart. He'd had an idea for one that would cover his whole property and activate a pager when it was tripped. I hadn't agreed with him since his idea was dependent on the electricity still being on. I hadn't thought it would be, but he'd talked about charging it with solar even if the electric was out. Evidently he'd gone and installed it, which probably saved his daughter's life, if not his.
“Mom was...”
I noticed Sandra start tearing up again.
“Mom hated weapons, but the last time I saw her alive she was holding a shotgun, and holding it like she knew how to use it. She told dad that since I'd decided I was grown up enough to move out on them once already, that I was grown up enough to handle this. She said that she wasn't going to leave him without a backup, and wasn't ready to live without him. I knew then that they didn't think they were going to live through the raid.”
Wait, she moved out once already? What was she doing back at her parents' home then? And why is she here now instead of wherever she went when she moved out?
I knew better than to voice my thoughts then. It sounded like Sandra was barely able to talk as it was. Molly caught my eyes and I shook my head, indicating that we should let it be for now. Sandra didn't even seem to notice our interaction and started talking again after a brief pause.
“I was lying there in the dark when the first gunshot went off. I almost screamed, but I knew that if I did then everything mom and dad were doing would be wasted. There was an awful lot of gunfire before it was over. Then I laid there and listened while those assholes destroyed my life. They were smashing apart and tearing up everything in the house. They even tried to set it on fire, but they couldn't get it burning well. If they'd managed that, I'd probably be dead too.”
Sandra stopped pacing and let out a loud puff of air.
“It was while I was lying down there listening to them destroy my life that I heard them talking about their plans. I heard them say that Azrael's Angels would be raiding into Colorado a lot more, getting ready to destroy as much of the power grid here as they can.”
Sandra dropped to her knees.
“My mom hated violence, she despised it. But when I came out and saw the bodies, there were three dead from her shotgun. Dad had killed a bunch also, but the worse thing...”
Her tears streamed down her face unchecked now, she was making no effort to resist them.
“The worse thing was that they'd... they'd hacked mom and dad's bodies into pieces. They'd just chopped them up...”
Sandra's voice was choking off from her tears. She said one last intelligible thing before collapsing onto the floor.
“What kind of people do that sort of thing?”
I picked Sandra up and carried her to her bedroom. Molly followed along behind me and tucked her in. She sat with Sandra for a bit while I slipped out of the room, but I heard their voices speaking softly and hoped that Molly was comforting her.
It wasn't long before Molly came back out.
“She's asleep again,” Molly said. “Maybe we can find out the rest of what she was talking about tomorrow.”
I nodded, wearily, and we all headed for bed.
Neither Molly nor Rita wanted to have sex that evening. Between Sandra's tale and having already been done today (and getting clean afterwards) they just weren't interested. I took the chance to simply run my hands over their bodies, enjoying the feel of them and sharing the comfort of simple touch. I occasionally ducked my head to kiss smooth portions of their skin, inhaling their unique fragrances.
The scent of soap mixed with their individual odors was a tonic for me. The scent was relaxing to the point that I thought I could just fall asleep. After all the sex I'd had recently, and hearing Sandra's story, I felt no need to cum again and just wanted to enjoy the caresses I gave them, to revel in the touch of my warm flesh on theirs.
Rita returned the favor, craving the contact and not having explored my body as much as she would've liked. Molly simply stroked my hair and watched since she knew my body nearly as well as I did. Eventually we drifted off to sleep to the very muted sense of eroticism that had risen from our activities.
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To be continued in:
The Swap Meet
In a Fallen Future #5
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Passing Through: In a Fallen Future #1
Settling In: In a Fallen Future #2
Mary Jane's Mind: In a Fallen Future #3
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