Maxine of the Wasteland

by Callista Hawkes

  "I'm close." He warned her. She immediately pulled away, tilting her head back, waiting for him. He lurched unsteadily to his feet, gazing down at her with pure lust etched on his features. She returned her hand to his balls while Lucas gripped his shaft, stroking it another few times before pointing it at her and with one final drawn out groan of ecstasy, he erupted. She smiled with delight as his first spurt of creamy white fluid shot from the tip of his cock, splashing across her face from her hairline, across the bridge of her nose down to her cheek. A second blast splattered across her other cheek and lips followed by several more across her nose, mouth and chin. She smiled up at him, the come running from her lips and into her mouth. She wished she could see her come soaked visage, but Lucas's awestruck face would have to suffice.

  "I think I need another shower.” She smiled, reaching up and collecting some of his come from his cheek and slipping it between her lips, sucking his essence from her finger. He nodded dumbly, collapsing back down onto the bed.

  Ten minutes later, Maxine stepped out of the shower once again. Lucas had got dressed and glanced over at Maxine as she towelled herself off.

  “Right.” Lucas said, reaching for his shotgun. “Time to round up a few of the boys and deal out some wasteland retribution on those pricks in the town. They fucked with the wrong man. They’ll pay for killing Bob and then some. You in Red?”

  Maxine shook her head.

  “It’s not my fight.” She told him. “I’m heading back to The Pit.”

  “I figured as much.” Lucas shrugged. “No worries. Well, you’re always welcome in Hope Town. You had my back today. I won’t forget that. Call in next time you’re passing and I’ll see if I can return the favour.”

  “That’s not the only favour you owe me.” Maxine grinned.

  “True, true.” Lucas smirked. “Any time you feel like you need the refreshing warmth of a nice shower all over your body, you’re always welcome to one. Then you can wash it off in the cubicle.”

  Maxine rolled her eyes and turned to leave. “See you around Lucas.”

  “See you Red.”

  Chapter 9

  Maxine descended the ramp down into The Pit. For once, her journey had been without incident and she was looking forward to seeing Ethan again. She had enjoyed her trysts with Lucas, but they were both under no illusions that they were anything other than purely lust driven sex. Sex for the sake of. It felt different with Ethan. She had experienced feelings and emotions long since dormant in her. She almost didn’t want to acknowledge these feelings as life was much simpler if it was just sex with Ethan too, but at the same time it both scared and excited her, the thought of an emotional bond with someone. Could she allow herself such a luxury in the Wasteland? It would certainly be a weakness for others to exploit and might end up getting them both killed.

  “Get a grip woman.” She muttered to herself. “You’re like a pathetic, lovesick schoolgirl.” She parked the Mustang by the medical portacabin and climbed out. She entered the cabin to find it unoccupied. The gurney was empty and fresh sheets neatly wrapped around the mattress. Maxine smiled, guessing that Rebecca must be back on her feet before a horrible alternative dawned on her. Ethan had warned about infection… She quickly exited the cabin and ran towards Ethan’s cabin, climbing the steps and was about to swing open the door when she did a double take at the grimy window to one side. Maxine gasped in shock. Ethan was sitting on the edge of his bed and even from behind, she recognised the petite blonde on her knees in front of him, her head gently bobbing up and down in his lap. Her immediate reaction was one of betrayal. How could Ethan do this after the night they had spent together just a few days ago? How dare Rebecca do this after she had saved her life? Then her hypocrisy dawned on her. Just hours earlier, she had been on her knees just like Rebecca, begging Lucas to come all over her face. She had enjoyed a night of passion with Ethan and she was sure it meant as much to him as to her, but that didn't mean they were suddenly in a monogamous relationship. The law of the wasteland still stood: Live for today because there may not be a tomorrow. As she watched Ethan enjoying Rebecca's lips around his cock, Maxine decided that still applied to her as much as Ethan and Rebecca. She could already feel a delicious tingling between her legs just watching them as her jealousy gave way to desire. She swung the door open and stepped inside the cabin.

  "Maxine!" Ethan looked up in surprise. "You're back!"

  Rebecca turned around, Ethan's engorged shaft springing from her lips.

  "Maxine! I... I..." She stuttered.

  "You're feeling much better?" Maxine finished for her, raising an eyebrow. "Yes, I can see that."

  "Ethan pulled me through." Rebecca told her, blushing furiously. "Seemed like I owed him." She shrugged.

  "It's fine." Maxine smiled. "Now you've warmed him up, it looks like I'm just in time." With that, she quickly shed her clothes and joined the dumbstruck pair. She stooped and pressed her lips to Ethan's, her tongue darting between his lips. He responded, his tongue sliding over hers. She eased him back onto the bed, breaking the kiss and straddling him. She shimmied up to his head and lowered her sopping wet pussy to his lips. He attacked her labia and clit with wild abandon, causing her to squeeze her eyes shut and bite her lower lip as she felt his talented tongue working its magic. She looked over her shoulder. Rebecca was still on her knees between Ethan's legs, his rigid shaft swaying in the air just in front of her dumbstruck face.

  "That cock won't suck itself." Maxine told her. Rebecca looked up, their eyes meeting. She smiled before dropping her head into Ethan's lap and resumed sucking. Maxine smiled, enjoying watching her friend pleasuring Ethan, while Ethan pleasured her. She reached up, running her fingers over her erect nipples and cupping her breasts. She found herself wishing she was on her knees sucking Ethan's cock, while also wishing she was lying back enjoying Rebecca's mouth pleasuring her. She smiled as she envisaged a way she could still have her cake and eat it. Reluctantly, she climbed off Ethan's face and gently eased Rebecca's bobbing head from his cock. Without a word, she lay on her back next to Ethan on the bed and opened her legs. Rebecca smiled and delved between her thighs, Maxine gasping with pleasure as she felt the blonde's tongue part her labia, resuming what Ethan had started. Maxine looked up at Ethan, who had sat up and was watching intently, his right hand wrapped about his shaft. Maxine reached out for him and he allowed her to replace his hand with hers. As she began to stroke up and down, he grunted, his eyes still fixed on Rebecca lapping away at her pussy.

  "Come here." Maxine told Ethan desperately. "I want to suck your cock." Ethan shuffled across the bed and leant forward, offering his shaft to her, the purple tip leaking pre-come. Her lips closed around it and she gratefully lapped up his pre-come, enjoying his familiar salty taste. He pulled his cock free and slid it across her lips. Maxine obliged, slipping her tongue out and licking up and down his length before he slipped it back between her lips.

  "Fuck!" He grunted. Maxine flicked her eyes up at him, wondering if he was close to his climax. She was both excited at the prospect of his cock shooting thick, creamy come over her face or into her mouth, while simultaneously disappointed that he would be finished for the moment. She needn't have worried, as his outburst was simply voicing his dilemma that he couldn't decide whether to watch Rebecca lapping at Maxine's pussy, or watch Maxine suck his cock. Maxine made the decision for him, reaching for his thigh and guiding him across her so he was straddling her chest. She offered her breasts to him and he slid his saliva slick cock into her cleavage. She pressed them together and he began to slide his shaft between her soft fleshy mounds. Maxine leant forward, taking the tip into her mouth on the upstroke. She gazed into Ethan's eyes as he watched, grunting each time he entered the warmth of her mouth. Behind Ethan, Rebecca had slipped a couple of fingers into her moist pussy and was expertly flicking her tongue over her clit. Maxine could feel the tingling sensation of her impending climax and grasped Ethan's buttocks, pulling him into her mouth, filling it w
ith his hard cock just as her orgasm washed over her. Her cries of passion were muffled by his thick cock as Rebecca’s tongue flicked at her clit. As her climax subsided, Ethan pulled his cock from between her lips. Rebecca had pulled her mouth from between Maxine's thighs and smiled at her over Ethan's shoulders, her face wet with Maxine's juices.

  "Fuck me." Maxine told Ethan hoarsely. "I need your cock inside me." Ethan climbed off the bed and positioned himself between Maxine's legs, Maxine resting each on his shoulders. She felt Ethan position the tip of his cock at her soaking wet opening and push inside. She gasped as he slid his thick cock all the way inside her with one thrust, her juices and Rebecca's saliva easing his way deep into her pussy. Ethan grunted before sliding back out and thrusting deeply inside her again. Rebecca lay on the bed beside her, her fingers working at her pussy as she watched. Maxine reached for her and their lips met, tongues flicking against one another, Maxine tasting herself on Rebecca's lips.

  "Oh yeah!" Ethan grunted as he watched them. Rebecca pulled back, a smile on her lips before climbing onto the bed and sitting astride Maxine’s head, facing Ethan and slowly lowered herself onto her face. Maxine stretched out her tongue, tracing the length of her dewy labia before grasping the younger woman’s thighs and pulling her pussy tighter against her face. Ethan's thrusting had increased in intensity before suddenly she felt Rebecca lean forward and Ethan's cock was pulled free from her. Maxine paused, wondering what was going on. There was a slurping sound swiftly followed by a long groan from Ethan. Maxine smiled and took advantage of Rebecca's new position by attacking her clit with relish. Rebecca's muffled groans of pleasure joined Ethan's. Moments later, Maxine moaned into Rebecca's pussy as Ethan slid his cock back inside her. She felt amazing, a cock deep inside her, a wet pussy at her lips, an orgasm building up in her loins, her nipples tingling with pleasure. She had never thought she could top the moment when she had rode Lucas while Bob fed her his cock, but this moment felt like the nadir of her sexual experience. She flicked her tongue over Rebecca's clit and the younger woman cried out as she climaxed, soaking Maxine's face with her juices. After her orgasm had subsided, Rebecca climbed off and lay next to her, softly panting with a blissful smile on her face. Maxine looked up. Ethan's face in contrast was flushed with effort, a sheen of perspiration on his brow as he continued to drive his cock deeply inside her.

  "I'm getting close." He told her through gritted teeth.

  "Fuck her cleavage and come all over her tits." Rebecca told him. Ethan looked at Maxine and she nodded back dumbly. Ethan quickly pulled his cock from her and climbed onto the bed astride her chest, resuming his earlier position. He leaned forward, slipping his shaft between her breasts. His cock, slick with her juices, slid easily between them as she held them together for him. Rebecca, anticipating Maxine's needs, slipped her right hand between her legs and slid her fingers inside her vacated pussy, her thumb teasing her clit. Maxine moaned as Rebecca's talented fingers finally took her over the edge. As Maxine trembled as her orgasm washed over her, Ethan let out a roar which heralded his own climax.

  "Yes!" Rebecca smiled. "Come all over her tits!" Ethan pulled back, Maxine obediently releasing his shaft from the fleshy confines of her cleavage. Ethan took his cock in his hand and with a final grunt, he began to shoot thick ropes of come over the soft, pale flesh of her breasts. Maxine watched enthralled as his warm semen splashed all over her chest, dripping down and pooling in her cleavage. Finally when the last few drops had been teased out, Ethan sat back, surveying his work.

  "Wow." Rebecca smiled. "That's quite a pearl necklace. Do you mind if...?" Without waiting for a response, she buried her head into Maxine's breasts, Maxine gasping as she felt the blonde's tongue on her nipples as she collected all Ethan's come and happily gulped it down. She turned to Ethan, who watched in amazement as she did the same to his shaft, licking him clean.

  "You really are a dirty bitch." Maxine remarked. Rebecca nodded and grinned unashamedly.

  Maxine was awoken by movement as Ethan climbed out of bed. The dawn sun was illuminating the gloom of the interior of the portacabin and Maxine rolled onto her back, watching Ethan stretch as he got to his feet, his back towards her. A smile crept across her lips as her eyes dropped to his toned buttocks. Next to her, Rebecca stirred as she too awoke. Ethan pulled on some faded denim jeans and a check shirt and turned back to the bed. He smiled as his eyes settled on Maxine and Rebecca lying in his bed, naked other than the thin white sheet.

  “Wow.” He said. “I must still be dreaming. Did last night really happen?”

  “Enough with the charm offensive.” Maxine rolled her eyes. “You’ve already had your wicked way with us both.”

  “Well, I don’t have any immediate plans this morning.” Rebecca said sleepily, stretching her arms up into the air, the hem of the sheet slipping from her breasts, her nipples erect in the cool morning air.

  “Unfortunately I do.” Ethan winced. “I have to get to the coast for this time tomorrow.”

  “Why?” Maxine asked. “You got a hot date?”

  Ethan shook his head before pausing for a moment, weighing something up in his mind.

  “You remember that proposition I mentioned?” Ethan told Maxine. “I’d like you to come with me to the coast. You too Rebecca.”

  “What’s at the coast that’s so important?” Maxine eyed Ethan suspiciously. “You got a harem out there?”

  “No, nothing like that.” Ethan laughed. “You still don’t trust me? Even now?”

  “Trust has got me into some bad situations in the past.” Maxine glanced pointedly at Rebecca. “If it makes you feel any better, I don’t distrust you.”

  “So I’m in the grey area between trust and distrust?” Ethan furrowed his brow. “I didn’t know there was such a thing.”

  “Will you two stop bickering like an old married couple.” Rebecca interrupted. “Just spit it out Ethan. What’s at the coast?”

  “I can’t tell you.” Ethan told them. “You’ll have to take a leap of faith, but trust me when I tell you that your lives will be much better than your current existence. You can stop surviving and start living again.”

  “Sounds like quite an incentive.” Rebecca sat up, studying Ethan’s features. “But you still haven’t told us what’s at the coast or why you want us to go with you.”

  “No, I haven’t.” Ethan replied. “I can’t.”

  “Can’t or won’t?” Maxine asked angrily.

  “Pick one.” Ethan shot back, his patience wearing thin. “Look, either you come with me or you don’t. I’d prefer it if you did, but if you choose to stay here, you’ll spend the rest of your existence wondering what you missed out on.”

  “Fuck it. I’m in.” Rebecca smiled brightly. “I’ve been riding my luck long enough. I’ve always felt like I’m days away from it ending very badly for me. Either going to the coast is it, or it’s a way out.”

  Maxine glowered at Rebecca and then at Ethan.

  “Ok, ok, I’ll come with you on your mystery tour.” She said finally, before glancing at Ethan. “Don’t make me regret this.”

  “You won’t.” He smiled. “Once we get to the coast, you’ll realise this is the best decision you have ever made.”

  “I hope so Ethan.” Maxine replied. “From what I’ve heard, all there is on the coast is grey skies, grey ocean and a whole lot of nothing.”

  “When do we leave?” Rebecca asked.

  “Now.” Ethan replied. “I have a few things to grab and I’m ready to go.” Maxine noticed his eyes flick momentarily down to the aluminium attaché case.

  “Ok, let’s go.” Maxine climbed out of the bed and reached for her clothes, still scattered all over the floor from the previous evening.

  Chapter 10

  Maxine gunned the Mustang’s engine as they climbed the ramp out of The Pit, rejoining the main road, heading east and into the unknown.

  “How far to the coast?” Rebecca asked. She was riding shotgun, while Ethan sat on
the back seat, his backpack to one side and his aluminium attaché case on his lap.

  “It’s a long way.” Maxine replied. “We’ll be driving all day.”

  “We need to be there by tomorrow morning.” Ethan replied.

  “We should be there by then.” Maxine replied. “This little excursion is going to leave me with an empty tank if we don’t find any fuel en route you know. We won’t be able to get back once we’re there. We might end up stranded on your precious coast.”

  “Relax.” Ethan grinned, reclining back with his arms stretched across the back of the seat. “It will be fine. You worry too much.”

  She glared at him in the rear view mirror before turning her attention to the long road ahead.

  They travelled through the wasteland all day without incident, Maxine watching with trepidation at the needle on the fuel gauge slowly sweeping down towards ‘E’ and wondering if she had made the right decision. Rebecca had forced her hand by signing up first. Had it been a pang of jealousy that had finally made her mind up? She glanced in the rear view mirror at Ethan, who was gazing out at the featureless, flat desert landscape outside. She had certainly formed an attachment to him that she hadn’t felt for years. It made her feel both scared and elated, but she knew she didn’t want Ethan to disappear from her life.

  “How far to the coast?” Rebecca asked, interrupting her reverie.

  “We’re about an hour away I think.” She replied.

  “It will be dark soon.” Ethan said. “We should probably find somewhere to stay the night. Set off at dawn to travel the remaining distance.”

  Maxine nodded and scanned the horizon for any likely structures. Spotting a dirt track to what looked like a farmhouse, she swung the Mustang towards it and accelerated up the deeply rutted track, the tyres kicking up dust behind them.

  “Not exactly the Hilton.” Ethan remarked as they pulled up outside the farmhouse. It had obviously been long since abandoned and was quite dilapidated, the wooden walls rotted and the roof partially collapsed. It looked like the whole building could fall down at any moment.