by Victor Cruz
“Yeah, I guess so. It makes me like the name you chose for Achilles even more too,” Belle made a soft noise at the dog’s name as she said it. “She rubbed over his back feeling the knots for a good five minutes and was surprised to find more.
“Oh my, Mr. Devereaux, you’re so worked up, tell me where it hurts,” Her hands moved to place between his broad shoulder blades.
“There,” He groaned.
She rubbed for a few minutes down further, “What about here?”
“Ugh, yeah,” Exhaled Maxson.
“And this?”, She leaned down so that her elbows were now pressing into his lower back.
“Nngh… mmhmm,” Maxson could feel blood rushing into his pulsating tendons and muscles that made up his strong frame. He then felt her lower her shirt covered chest to rub against his shoulders and he could feel the skin of her exposed stomach against his bare back.
“And how about this?” She whispered into his ear. “How does this feel?”
Hard. Maxson’s subconscious spoke, but luckily only in his head. “Belle… what’re you doing?”
“Nothing…” Her voice sounded off a little too innocent to sound genuine and her fingertips grazing up his sides wasn’t helping her case. Though, it wasn’t necessarily hurting it either. She hopped off of his back and stood on the side of the bed. “Okay, now flip over!”
Maxson turned onto his back and was looking up at her long enough to watch her eyes glimmer. He had seen women look at him with lust before, but never this blatant and never this young. Her hands had no problem rubbing oil into his bulging pectorals and biceps. Very slowly, she began rubbing her fingers tips over his rippling abdominal eight pack. Eagerly playing with his Adonis crevice and testing his reactions by letting her fingertips barely slip into the waistband of his jeans.
“Maxson, I just want to say thank you,” Began Belle. “For just being there for me and saving us that night…
But I lost your father. And my brother.
Maxson sighed knowing that it was his turn to say “you’re welcome”, but the words just didn’t feel right. There wasn’t anything for her to thank him for since he didn’t accomplish anything, only lost their loved ones.
It should have been me to die. Maxson had nobody to take care of, but her father and his brother did. It was selfish of him to leave them to their demise while he went on living. Her words of gratitude were an unintentional reminder of his failures. Though, her next question would surprise him even further as she continued to rub at the crevices of each sore muscle on his chest and stomach.
“Maxson, do you think I’m pretty?” She asked.
“Uh, yeah. Of course, I do, Belle. You know you’re pretty,” Maxson wondered where the question from out of nowhere was stemming from.
“I know, but I’ve just seen you staring at me more, lately,” She confessed. The normally confident strawberry blonde teenager said while sounding oddly nervous.
“Well, I have a tendency to keep an eye on everyone,” Maxson reservedly replied.
“No, Maxson. That’s not what I mean,” Persisted Belle. “What I mean… well… what I’m trying to say… I guess in my heart… or… I don’t know what I’m trying to say… but I know what I am trying to do…”
In one motion, her fingertips slid into the front of his jeans and boxer briefs. Dainty fingers clenched around his girth, unable to wrap fully around its thickness, but giving it a firm squeeze nonetheless. Maxson propped himself off his back and onto his elbows, but was stopped by her pressing on his strong chest. They were both looking at one another with a shared response of amazement. Staring at her with her hand stuffed into the front of his jeans had shattered his notions of Belle as a girl, but in this moment looked like a woman.
“My god, Maxson… I always imagined that you were big… but… now… now I want to see it!” Belle’s exclaimed with eyes filled with lust and arousal. She used her hand that was on his chest to unbutton his jeans and begin to zip his fly down.
What am I doing? Maxson felt his morals getting their ass kicked by the sensation of her hand gauging his size. The entire time being pinned down by a woman half his size while she took off his jeans. He could have stopped it, but he didn’t.
Like someone unwrapping a package, she was delighted to see the long and thick piece of meat that made up the flesh between Maxson’s legs. Her eyes and mouth both had dropped open in excitement and she began to move it around. Picking it up and inspecting it to feel its heavy weight and even play with it by topping hands one by one up its length. She managed four hand-over-hand motions up its shaft until it reached the crevice beginning of his bulbous mushroom head.
“Oh my god, I could wrap four of my hands around it…”, Belle said down to his crotch, unable to take her eyes off of its abnormal size. “I’ve never seen one so big before…”
“You’ve never seen one before,” Maxson downplayed her compliment attempting to remain humble at her praise. Belle had told him a few weeks ago that she was still a virgin.
“That’s not true! I’ve seen pictures before,” Belle’s hands were both working Maxson’s warm flesh which began to harden. “Cat has a magazine with men in it.”
Mentioning her name reminded Maxson of her wardrobe change in front of him in the corner only a few feet away. The thought caused the blood to rush to make him swell and him let out a groan while being stroked and massaged by the teen. Her hands even looking smaller with them wrapped around his giant rod of flesh.
She lowered herself down, bending at the waist and keeping her legs straight to point her butt high in the air. Her tight shorts tightly stretched over her heart shaped rear and the bottom of the hem pulled up to show off just slightly more of her perfect ass. Her head lowered towards his crotch and her lips purse to kiss his hard member on the tip. Her head slowly twist up to look at him with a devious smile and giggle before turning back to it and giving it another, slower kiss. The third kiss would be more sensual and her lips would slowly part to let her tongue flick out at the side of the mushroom head.
“Belle…” Maxson groaned.
She stopped, but let her lips rub against the top of his sensitive head, “Yes, sir?”
Hearing her call him that made him feel ignorantly powerful. Her hands felt so small around his shaft and made the testosterone fill the hardness in his heart. Resistance was becoming more difficult for Maxson, but he still had some fight, “You don’t have to do this…”
“I know,” She kissed at his head, but this time parted her lips and let the top of her tongue rub over the entire circumference of his shaft before finishing her thought. “But I want to. I want to bad, Maxson. I’ve wanted to do this for so long. Do this, with you specifically in mind.”
“But you’re so young and I don’t want–” Maxson was stopped.
“I don’t care how much older you are, and you aren’t taking advantage of me. You’re not that much older anyway, plus I’m old enough to make my own decisions now and I’ve decided this a month ago already.” Belle went back to focusing on the blowjob she was determined to give him. Her lips fully enclosing it and suctioning firmly on it so that her lips were clamping down on his shaft.
“But…”
When she pulled him out of her mouth, it made a loud popping noise, “If you’re worried about me because of what happened… I understand. But I’ve had time to grieve with you to lean on… and now I need something more to fill the void. I’m lonely Maxson… and I have different needs now.”
Maxson didn’t have to try hard to believe what she was saying. Instead, he leaned his head back and looked up at the ceiling and moaned from her head in his lap.
Her strawberry blonde strands swayed as she bobbed up and down to take more of him inside of her warm mouth. Feeling the end of his member reaching the back of her throat not even halfway down his length and saliva that was lubricating it as it dripped out of the corner of her mouth. Her lips puckered and her cheeks sucking in and out from her filled mo
uth. She needed both of her hands to come together to fully wrap her hand around girth and she pumped him into her mouth. Her jerking would switch to separate hands from time to time and his elongated flesh allowed her to comfortably piston up and down at the same time even with her mouth stuffed full. Her head moving around on the end of his knob to twist and turn as she stood hovering over him. The innocent young woman’s inhibition were lost as she was in her own lustful actions.
Maxson’s hand came down to rub at the back of her thigh and feel her legs for the first time ever. Slowly moving up the back of her thigh he could sense Belle’s egging him further as she moved her ass towards him as she continued to suck him off. Even after rubbing her firm perfect plump of ass that was exposed, he still had hesitations when he reached the bottom of her shorts to go further.
She pulled him out of her mouth, “Touch me… I’m so wet.”
Her words enough to pressure Maxson to hungrily slide his hands up her shirts and between her legs and reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. A throbbing sensation made the hardening near painful, while his fingers ran over her clean-shaven slit.
“Ooh, you must have liked that young pussy, didn’t you? I can taste your precum,” Belle said naughtily before flicking her tongue at his hole.
His fingers slowly began to creep in and he could feel her wet tight wet folds separating. Her moans of pleasure encouraging him to go further and up to his knuckle. Her moans caused vibrations around his hardness and it felt great to Maxson who continued to finger her. His hands rubbing firmly against her clit from the inside and out as he rubbed with half of his hand inside of her.
Belle’s knees began to bend and her hips swayed as she used her body to grind against his hand. With his fingers plunged deeper now into her, Belle abruptly stood. She kept her back arched and she only raised herself halfway up so not to push his fingers out of her, but took of her shirt leaving her topless. Her breasts weren’t small, but they weren’t the size of Catalina’s either. Having a perkiness that only youth could give a woman and small pointy erect nipples that looked like they could cut diamonds. Maxson guessed that they were at least a handful each, but he also had very large hands. Her fingers began to hook her shorts as though to pull them down and over her slim waist, but Maxson stopped her.
“We shouldn’t,” Maxson said looking up at her. “At least not yet.”
Why did I say yet?
Belle’s eyes shifted from Maxson’s eyes to look him up and down his body and rest between his legs. She bit her lips out of disappointment, but also didn’t want to push her luck with the alpha male.
“Yes sir,” Her voice was soft with a hint of a pout, but she would take him anyway she could have him. Pulling away from his hand, she then straddled his legs so that she could be on all fours with her head at eye level with his weapon made of flesh pointing right at her.
Maxson moaned with Belle’s beautiful face wrapped at the end of his massive tool. Having the beautiful 18-year-old pleasuring him was a great way to the end long and hard day. He knew it was selfish to put aside the guilt from history and losses they both shared, but he also had needs as a man too; needs just like Belle.
Now, the only guilt he had was the thoughts of Catalina’s hourglass figure flashing in and out of his mind and eventually bring him to euphoria with Belle’s efforts.
late night rise
Belle-Lyanna had gone back to the room that she shared with Mabel, Suzie and a couple of other women. Even though they were all a big group, it was for their own protection against the lusts of men when there is no law or order. She left in protest, wanting to fall asleep next to Maxson and continue their time together, but he didn’t feel it was appropriate. There were already too many people that knew about their budding relationship and there was no need to give people more reason to talk about them. Especially Catalina, who acted like she held some sort of secret that she could barely contain.
Maxson was alone in bed and resting peacefully when he heard Achilles begin to bark loudly. It woke him up and could hear that the dog was downstairs at the front door. He slipped on his boots, but grabbed his axe at the head of his bed when he heard the growling in the dog’s bark. Exiting the dark room, into the dark hallway, the only light that was present was the one from the moon above.
As he walked down the silent hallway, the door creaked open to both of the rooms where the women had been staying together. A candle was flickering over the Mabel’s face that had maintained a youthfulness for her age. Her carefree attitude, pleasant attitude, seemed to have kept herself from aging as poorly as a man like Henry who was only a few years older than she. A joke that he would put in his back pocket for later when he felt like messing with the old man.
“What’s wrong with Achilles?” Mabel asked from behind the half-closed door.
“I’m sure its nothing. He prob–-” Maxson’s words were stifled by the sudden crash coming from the front door. The moonlight casted over the Victorian farmhouse invaded the house first and lighting up the shadowy beings that stood in the doorway. It was the dead, dismembered, rotting and covered in the nasty oil like fluid that they produced. The tall ugly one in front took one step in and let out a bellowing gurgling growl right at Maxson that made Mabel gasp loudly.
I’m not afraid of you.
“Barricade the door!” Maxson yelled to Mabel who quickly slammed the door shut.
The growling creature in front stepped forward and revealed it had no nose and dirty long blonde hair reaching its pale shoulders. It was shirtless and its entire body was covered in streaks of its own dark goo that it produced.
You ugly son of a bitch. “C’mon! I’m right here!” Yelled Maxson.
It stepped forward again and that’s when he noticed. Clench in both of its hands the ugly corpse held at its waist, a large sledgehammer. Maxson was stunned to see that the noseless dead was holding anything at all, nonetheless a sledgehammer.
It doesn’t know how to use that… does it?
They made eye contact with one another. Achilles held its ground ready to fight the entire horde at the front door. It began to bite at the ankles of the one who broke through the door. The creature looked down at the creature and stared at it for a moment.
“Achilles! Back!” Maxson yipped. Maxson yelled at it. “BACK BOY!”
The creature raised the sledgehammer above its head with its eyes casted down upon the dog that had become beloved by the house in the short period of time it had been there. Bringing it down towards the four-legged animal’s skull it connected with the stair behind next to it. The dog scrambling its paws to run up the wooden flight of stairs and behind Maxson.
Where the hell is everyone!?
“WAAAAAKKEEE UPPPP!!!!!” Maxson shouted while keeping an eye on the disfigured tall creature that had longer than normal gangly arms. Its veins pumped the dark fluid and could be easily seen all over its arms, shoulder, neck and even forehead. The end of its fingers almost looked like claws of a beast wrapped firmly around the handle of the sledgehammer.
It stared at Maxson, like it did at Achilles, and its mouth opened even wider than Maxson’s. The corner of its lips looked to be ripping while its jaw dislocated to shriek out a second growl. This one much different than the first and filled with screeches and squeals. The sea dead began to enter behind him inside of the home and started to flood the home.
Maxson had never heard the dead make that sort of noise. Usually it was just a grumbling groan that had no major variations. This thing sounded like it was yelling out orders to the others. He rushed to the stairs and began to go down them with it taking its first step upstairs.
Like sheep, the creatures herded themselves through the narrow constrains of the front door. Their scramble to invade the farm home caused the front door to rip right off the hinges even though it was wide open. Pushing one another aside and even trampling over one another to come inside they looked possessed. A second went by before he heard the sounds of humans.
The first was a man who must have been sleeping downstairs screaming while being ripped apart. It was a distinct noise that Maxson had heard before; a man being ripped apart.
Maxson made it two thirds down the stairs to meet the dead creature with the sledgehammer. He swung the axe from his back and over his shoulder to bring it down on the top of its head. The edge of the axe met the steel handle of the hammer and bounced off. His large form contained enough power to make the creature go down and place a knee on the stair to keep itself from falling showing much more coordination than the average walking corpse.
It blocked me!
Stumbling back Maxson had little time to think about it and brought the axe back up above his head. The creature was kneeling down on the stairs with Maxson now standing tall above him. The creature attempted to block his attack again, by raising the handle. This time it was too off balance from the first attack and Maxson’s axe went over the handle and right into the top back of its ugly skull. Its white eyes went wide and its mouth dropped open as it froze.
Falling forward towards Maxson with the axe sticking out of its head the creature lied dead at his feet. Maxson gripped the handle and lifted his boot, before stomping on the back of the axe and driving it in, splitting the top of its head into two pieces and looking like an opened Venus fly trap. It started moving again, but only to twitch.
Gunfire could now be heard from the roof of the home. Maxson used the axe to kill five walking ghouls before stepping down to the first floor.
“Maxson!” Belle-Lyanna cried from the top of the stairs.
Maxson looked back and could see her with Suzie, Mabel and a few of the other women that had bunkered together.
“GOD-DAMINT! I told you all to go into your room and push something in front of the doors! If they overtake this place…. Use the roof to escape!” Maxson yelled.
“But…” Belle began.
“NOW BELLE!” Maxson said lifting his axe and slamming it into another creature’s head. He had to kick it with the bottom of his boot to dislodge the axe from its head. There were too many and Maxson was now fighting for his life instead of worried about the women upstairs.