by Holly Ardent
Settling In
In a Fallen Future #2
(Post Apocalyptic MILF Erotica)
Holly Ardent
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A year or two after things started falling apart the stock market went back up and politicians claimed 'green shoots' were sprouting everywhere. In time they were proven wrong. The United States economy plummeted, again. The second crash caused the unemployment rate the government liked to tout, the U3, to approach twenty percent. The rate that most people considered the real one by this time, the U6, approached forty percent.
Things started to recover from this second crash. Then the economy stalled again and things began to get worse. This same scenario played itself out over and over again during the next few years. Each time the recovery stopped at a lower level than the crash that led to it, leaving the US worse and worse off. Riots started sprouting up in major cities and common services such as electricity, water, and sewage became spotty in places.
As mentioned previously, in many states the state itself took over running the electric companies and lowered the rates that were charged. In some cases they forgave overdue amounts just to keep the people with electricity. Their reasoning was twofold:
First, electricity allowed people to keep themselves amused with music, TV (when it was still available), and movies. Second, when people were kept amused, they were less likely to riot, cause major fires, or cause other damage.
Finally, with the unemployment rates so high and those who could find work paid so little, no-one could afford even the reduced electric rates and the states began providing the electricity free of charge. About that same time states started accepting their taxes in non-currency form. Manual labor or skilled labor was accepted in lieu of payment as were goods of many sorts.
Just before states changed what they'd accept for taxes, food shipments became scarce and people were happy to find any food for sale at all. Many rural areas began dealing with their closest supermarkets, providing whatever foodstuffs they produced. Agrarian states started selling their surplus to the adjoining non-agrarian states. Fiat money was not valid for these sales. Interstate commerce was transacted only in gold, silver, or barter.
My state was well off. Colorado had food production, mining, and manufacturing areas within its borders. Even so, lots of people in Colorado starved to death by not having anything of value to barter for, or purchase, food with. Two years after the change in taxes most grocery stores that remained had become more of a local market with individuals from the area bringing their goods to the markets to trade or sell.
The government sent out a dole shipment of food once a month and had an arrangement with the markets to distribute it. The markets were paid for this service and would also take a small percentage of whatever someone brought to trade as a fee. They would then sell or barter the goods they didn't keep and use for themselves. All in all running a market was a profitable business, even if you sometimes needed to hire guards or deal with customers who weren't quite all there.
* * *
Tomorrow was a market day and this time Molly intended to come with me. We had neighbors, the ones that owned goats, who took turns taking their goods to market. One or the other of them stayed home to do chores and keep an eye on things while the other took their goods to the market. They were willing to look after the girls for a few hours at a time. As a matter of fact, they drafted Becky and Kate to help with what chores were appropriate for their age.
The kids were okay with it. They loved dealing with the goats and a lot of the chores revolved around that. Anyhow, they'd be fine at the neighbors while Molly and I went to the market.
I'd be selling my normal wares while she intended to find a woman to help with the chores around the house as well as, in her own words, “help us out in the bedroom”.
I love my wife, there's no doubt about that. She claims that I love her so much that she can't provide the amount of sex I crave from her. I'm not sure I believe that though. She has a habit of convincing other women to sleep with me and masturbating while she watches me with the other women. Normally, she'll jump my bones as soon as the other woman leaves. So, her claims that she can't provide the sex I want are a little flimsy when her solution to the problem leaves her getting even more sex. I'm not complaining, mind you, nor am I willing to risk a good thing by pointing out the flaw in her logic.
* * *
I woke in the morning to a warm, wetness surrounding my cock. I forced my eyes open enough to see Molly on all fours, leaning over and sucking on me. She drove my cock into her throat, taking me all the way in, just the way I loved. I stretched out a hand and grasped one of her breasts, stroking my finger along her thick, hard nipple.
Molly got turned on by sucking me off. If I hadn't believed her when she told me that, the fact that every time she did it her nipples got hard and her pussy wet would've convinced me that she was telling the truth.
At the touch of my flesh on hers, she turned her eyes towards me. Her head started moving quicker, bobbing up and down my shaft, and when she was sure she had me all the way hard she took her mouth off my cock. I sighed in disappointment.
“Good, you're awake. That means I can do this,” she said.
She swung a leg over me so she was straddling my body, facing me. She lowered herself down onto my cock, driving it into her pussy. She was wet, loose, and hot.
Molly's pussy must run a constant fever, because every time I put my cock in her it feels like I'm going to burn myself. She's loose enough to get me in easily, but since she's practiced kegels for years I know that looseness is an illusion. She can clamp down on me with her pussy until she's as tight as a teenage virgin. Most of the time she doesn't bother with that though because when I fuck her while she's loose, I can last a lot longer.
This time, she bothered. Almost as soon as she had my cock buried inside of her, I felt her clamp down on me. Then she started moving up and down my cock.
“I'm going to make you cum so hard that you're good for days,” she said. “That way, when I find a woman down at the market to work for us you can fuck her into exhaustion tonight without having to pause after you cum once. First impressions are important and I want you to leave a good one on her so she knows just what she's getting into.”
“Uh...” I answered wittily, “Okay?”
“That's right,” Molly said.
Then she sped up, sliding herself up and down my cock with her hot pussy, fast enough that her tits were bouncing wildly. I stared at them for a few minutes, relishing the heat on my cock, before I reached out and grabbed her bouncing tits.
Molly glared at me. I grinned in return.
I took a firm grasp on her tits and pulled her down so she was lying on top of me with my cock still buried in her.
“Hey, this is just a quickie to give you better control later,” she said.
I shook my head and released her breasts. One arm went around her, holding her pressed against my body, the other snaked between us and found her clit.
“Nope,” I said. “I don't need better control later on, I've got control now.”
She struggled for a moment, trying to get away, before giving up and relaxing. I felt the moisture in her pussy increase dramatically, felt it dripping out of her and running down my cock.
Molly has control issues. As in she claims that she wants to be in control all the time, but when I take control away from her all bets are off. She's not very inhibited normally, but when I take control all her remaining inhibitions go out the window. As you might have guessed, I really enjoy taking control away from
her.
“So what do you want from me?” she whispered in my ear.
“Don't worry about it,” I replied. “I'll just take whatever I want, you won't try to stop me, will you?”
Her pussy continued to gush and I felt it starting to quiver around my cock. The more she's turned on, the harder she finds it to use that kegel practice against me. Although when she gets around to orgasming, she clamps down on my cock even harder than the kegels can account for. Like I said, I love my wife.
I started thrusting into her in small gentle thrusts, all the while using my fingers on her clit. I felt her body tremble against my own and made the thrusts longer and harder. Her trembling increased.
“What are you?” I asked her.
“I'm your wife,” she said.
This was an old game, one we'd played for years. When she answered that she was my wife, I drew my cock out of her until only the tip of it was in contact with her pussy. I also pressed a finger against her clit firmly and stopped moving it. Then I stayed still for a few seconds.
“What are you?” I asked again.
She didn't answer, so I took my finger off of her clit entirely and slid my cock the rest of the way out of her pussy. I saw her scrunch her eyes together and set her teeth.
“What are you?” I asked a third time.
This time I accompanied the question with a gentle thrust that put the head of cock against her pussy. She was still trembling, well on her way to an orgasm, but now lacking any additional stimulation to get her the rest of the way there. I had her arms pinned against her sides so she couldn't play with herself and until I got the answer I wanted, she'd get no more stimulation. And she knew it.
She sighed heavily.
“I'm your slut,” she said.
I thrust the tip of my cock back inside of her, but held it still, waiting. She tried to thrust herself back onto my cock, to get more of it inside of her, but I was having none of it. I nibbled on her earlobe and whispered softly:
“What?”
She tried to bite my nose, but I was watching for it. There were lots of ways this game went and I was used to all of them. Sooner or later she'd cave, I knew she would. I'd asked her before, when she was tipsy so I knew she was telling the truth, if she liked this game and according to her, she loved it. I thrust my cock just enough that she could feel it move inside of her, then went still again.
“I'm your private slut, okay?” she said.
I slid my cock deep inside of her, then went still again.
“Fine, I'm your private slut. A slut for you and you alone.”
I started thrusting gently again and moved my finger back to her clit. She sighed with relief. She'd never stopped trembling throughout, her submission had made her tremble even more, and now I could feel her starting to shudder.
“You're my private cum slut, aren't you? When I fuck you, your only job is to cum, isn't it?” I asked softly.
“Uh-huh,” she said.
“Then why aren't you cumming for me?” I asked.
At the same time I pinched her clit between my thumb and forefinger, driving her over the edge into orgasm. She started thrashing, or tried to, but my arm held her tightly against my body.
After she'd cum for a couple of minutes I pulled my hand away from her clit. It didn't stop her orgasm since I was still thrusting in and out of her.
“What are you and what's your job?” I asked, loudly enough to be heard over her heavy breathing and her moans.
“I'm your private slut,” she panted. “And when you're fucking me I only exist to cum.”
“That'll do,” I said.
I clasped her even more tightly to me and rolled her over so I was on top. Then I started slamming her pussy as hard as I could with my cock. She was wet enough that her thighs glistened in the light and there were wet squelching noises accompanying each thrust. The bedroom reeked with her arousal, the scent driving me on.
I reached down to her clit again and started playing. I'd brush it lightly, barely making contact, then pinch it roughly. I tugged on it and let go after I'd stretched it a touch, letting it snap back into place.
Molly went nuts and started to orgasm again. This time I felt it when she came. She squirted when she had hard orgasms and I could feel the stream of fluid striking my cock where it was buried inside of her. I quickly pulled out of her and dropped my mouth to her pussy. I locked my lips around her pussy, sealing them together, and captured the juices she was squirting.
“Mmmm, I love that,” I said when she'd finished.
“Uhhh,” she replied weakly.
“Now, I think it's time for me to cum. I bet you'll get another one out of it also.”
She laid limply beneath me as I pulled my mouth away from her cunt and slid my cock into position.
The tip of my cock entered her ass and I felt her body instinctively trying to push me back out. I was having none of that though, although I enjoyed playing with that reaction sometimes, we did need to be fairly quick today.
I drove my cock into her ass, blasting past her body's efforts to push me back out. I only made it about halfway in, but I'd expected that. Molly's ass was as tight as her pussy was loose. I drew back and thrust again over and over until I got my cock buried inside her. A glance at her face showed me that she was smiling, almost smirking, so I put my hand back on her clit and started playing.
At the same time I drew back and thrust into her ass again. The smirking smile collapsed as her mouth opened to take in a deep gasp of breath, and then she was off again. Her ass clamped down on me as she came and, after a few more thrusts, I joined her.
I shot my load into her tight ass, my cock buried as deep inside of her as I could manage. She felt me cumming inside of her and that pushed her own orgasm to the next level. She squeaked as she tried to stay quiet and I thrust my cock again, trying to get even deeper before I was done.
A minute later I slipped out of her. If we'd had more time, I would've played with her nipples and clit, drawing her orgasm out to the point where she was exhausted, but I knew she'd be upset with me if I did that right now, so I resisted.
“You son of a bitch,” she said, the words lacking the heat that would've told me she was actually upset. “That was supposed to be a quickie to blunt your lust.”
“Well, my lust is certainly sated for a while and there was the side benefit that yours should be too,” I replied.
“What am I supposed to do with you?” she said.
“What we just did works fine for me.”
She swatted at me weakly before leaning her head against my chest. After a few minutes like that she stirred and stood up.
“Come on, get up and get dressed, my love. We've got things to do today,” she said.
* * *
After a quick breakfast we brought the girls over to our neighbors, then came back and loaded up the cart to take to market. I strapped my shotgun onto the handle with its bungee cord and we were off.
Despite getting there an hour before the market opened, there was already a crowd of people out front. These were people who were desperate for work, many of them willing to do whatever was necessary to get their next meal or a roof over their heads for a night.
Molly examined the crowd carefully.
“I don't remember there being this many here the last time I came with you,” she said.
“A couple of weeks back we ended up with almost twice as many as we normally have. There were lots of new faces that I didn't recognize too. I didn't pay a lot of attention because, at the time, I didn't know we were going to be looking for help.”
“Well, at least there's a few women out here. Even if the men won't let them get to the front of the crowd. I'll come out and talk to some of them later on after the market is open.”
Allan, the friend of mine who ran the market, had a pair of security guards. Once the market opened he'd station one of them out front with the job of keeping the job seekers and beggars from swarming the customers
. He was actually very nice about it and had set up a bunch of crude benches against the front of the store, where they'd be in the shade most of the day.
His security guards had made it perfectly clear that the job seekers were welcome to use those benches, but while the market was open, they couldn't be crowding the entrance. The groups on the benches tended to behave themselves. They knew that if someone came over looking for help, they could talk as much as they wanted, but that if they got into the customer's faces, security would run them off. They wouldn't be welcome to return for a month after that also.
“Make sure you're wearing your pistol visibly. I know Allan has guards out here, but better safe than sorry.”
“Don't worry Tim, I'm not about to risk anything. I'll probably ask the guard if he'll go over to the women still there and see if they'll come talk to me away from everyone else.”
“That should work. Here's an orange, use it to tip the guard for the favor. I know Allan pays them okay, but they don't get much in the way of luxuries.”
Molly helped me set up for a few minutes, then wandered out towards the front window. She watched the women she could see for a while before coming back.
“There's a couple that might work. There's others that seem attached to some of the men out there though, I don't think we want to deal with that.”
I shook my head, agreeing with her.
“That's a complication we don't need to deal with,” I said. “I'm glad you thought to look.”
She smiled and finished helping me set up. After we were done, she went back out to the front and spoke with the guards for a few minutes.
Allan came over to me after I was done.
“Why'd Molly come with you today? Not that I'm not glad to see her, but I thought you didn't like leaving the kids alone.”
“We left them with the neighbors. Molly has the idea that we need to get someone to help with the housework, said someone to also participate in the bedroom.”
“You're a lucky SOB, you know that Tim?”