Dystopian Girls 2

by Rodzil LaBraun

  I let her work me orally for a minute as I grabbed her head in the heat of the moment. She placed her hands firmly against my thighs to keep me under control. When I eventually pulled her upward, she rose for another heated kiss. Jumping athletically into the air she wrapped her strong legs around my waist, pushing us away from the door that was telling our secrets to the rest of the family. I almost entered her in the swiftness of the maneuver.

  She reached down to guide me in, but I was not ready for that part yet. I mean, yes, I was unquestionably ready. There was no denying how eager my body was for the big event. But I needed to slow things down on my side. Instead, I walked briskly toward the bed and fell with her onto the sheets. My stream of wet kisses made their way down her cheek, then neck, until finally arriving at those gorgeous mounds of flesh. Each with a large erect nipple.

  I gave much attention to her breasts as she squirmed. I could tell that she desperately needed attention between her legs, so I let my hand wander there. Soon, my mouth followed. Her body rocked and bounced on the bed as I held firmly to her thighs, refusing to let her push me away. I didn't pull my mouth off her vagina until she was convulsing on the mattress, her eyes rolling back in her head. Short, painful sounding grunts left her lips as I enjoyed the sight of her orgasm. It was almost like her whole body was sneezing uncontrollably.

  I did not know if it was proper etiquette to wait until she was done. This climax seemed to continue for longer than I was accustomed. And I was hard as a board, ready for some thrusting. I couldn't hold back any longer. She screamed as I penetrated her, and a bunch more times over the next three minutes. That's how long I lasted. But it felt like the right time, at least for me. So, I pulled out and finished the deal as she continued to squirm on the bed. The crazy look that she was giving me had me kind of scared. It was a psycho mix of being frightened and fiercely wanting more. I had seen that expression a few times in horror movies. I was a little worried for my privates.

  "Oh my God!" she finally gasped. "I really needed that."

  "Me, too,” I replied, stepping back to a safe distance. “I must admit, I was really looking forward to it."

  "Was it everything that you thought..."

  "Are you serious? Sex with you is incredible. I loved every minute of it."

  "Me, too," she replied, pretending like she was looking at her watch. "All seven minutes."

  "Come on, now," I complained.

  She laughed heartily. "I'm just joking. It was perfect. We both needed a quick release this time. Next time, we'll take it a little slower."

  "I don't know if I can." The psycho look had disappeared, allowing me to approach her again.

  "I'll help you. I promise. Now, go ahead and get cleaned up before you head back to Alexa. Tell her 'thank you' for me. Let her know that she's welcome to join us whenever she wants."

  "Yeah, I think I'll leave that part out. She's not too keen on knowing that I'm with another woman to start with. I doubt that she'd like to see it in action."

  "You know," Jada said slyly. "Seiko wanted to join us tonight."

  "Really?"

  "I told her that I needed you all to myself, though. Besides. I'm not sure that she's your type. She might ruin the experience for you.”

  "Why do you say that?"

  "She's not all that tight or slender. And, the big negative for you. She has a huge hairy bush."

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN:

  "I was thinking last night as you were about to release your seed," Jada said to me much too casually in front of the entire clan. We were all sitting there in the dimly lit living room. Breakfast was cafeteria style this morning, and no one opted for sitting at the large dining table nearby.

  I glanced around for reactions to see if everyone was as shocked as I was. Alexa just shook her head as she lowered her gaze to her lap. Seiko began to giggle, which was not a very attractive look on her, by the way. Camilla's eyes got really big like the mention of my sperm was highly anticipated gossip. Riley merely awaited a continuation of the statement, her interest piqued.

  "Since we settled into this house and you got the electricity working. With new talk about farming and attracting more people to the neighborhood. I was wondering when we were going to start talking about repopulating?"

  "Having babies?" Camilla asked.

  "I don't know if that is wise yet," I replied. I was happy about the turn in the discussion away from our recent sexual encounter. "They could still be vulnerable to the viruses."

  "We won't know until we try," Jada said. "A baby born from two immune parents should have a good chance of carrying on that trait. We won't live forever. At least I don't think that we will. We're going to need a lot of children to continue our wonderful clan."

  Riley then spoke up, "We don't know if any of us are able to have children. It could be a side effect of the immunity. I have not seen an infant in a long while."

  "Jada, you are the only one of us that have already given birth," my wife joined the conversation. "You would have the best chance of getting impregnated. Will you be our broodmare?"

  "Hell, no! I've already done my share. I believe it is the first wife's duty, is it not?"

  "First wife?" Alexa asked, taking offense at the suggestion that I might have multiple wives. When one woman says something like that it is almost assured that another woman would assume that there have been conversations behind her back. No female wants others to be talking about her, leaving her out on secrets.

  "I don't want to get pregnant," Seiko announced, thankfully putting us back on topic. Though I didn’t care that much for the main topic either.

  "I'm not fond of the idea myself," Camilla chirped in. "But eventually we should all try, for the sake of the clan."

  "For the sake of the clan, my ass," Alexa muttered. She had no intention of agreeing to me attempting to impregnate Camilla.

  "I'll bare Mason's children," Riley declared with well measured enthusiasm.

  Jada laughed and said, "Riley, you'd incubate an alien fetus in your chest cavity if Mason asked you."

  Everyone laughed at the last remark except for Riley. Uncharacteristically, her face showed sadness for a moment. She had finally been offended, or embarrassed, or both.

  "I appreciate your offer," I told Riley, gaining eye contact as I spoke. "I'm sure you would be a fantastic mother."

  "Broodmare," Jada coughed out to more laughter.

  "Okay, okay!" I yelled. "That's enough. If this is a serious discussion, so be it. But stop making fun of Riley for her devotion. Every fucking one of you depend on her daily, as do I. I believe that everyone should show her some admiration for her qualities, like Camilla said to me recently."

  Putting my foot down was rarely needed, and mostly happened when I felt like one of my clan was being treated unfairly. Riley responded positively to my intervention immediately. The mention of Camilla's admiration drew her attention, as well. Riley gave the bronze skinned newcomer a friendlier look than ever before. Camilla nodded in return.

  "I will do my share, of course," Alexa spoke up. "But I'm still young. I'm not ready to have my body contorted by pregnancy while other beautiful women have sex with my husband. By modern day, pre-apocalyptic standards, I should have a few more enjoyable years as an adult before I'm burdened with children."

  "In the old days," Riley responded. "Wives would start giving birth in their teens. Our new world may require some adjustments to mirror earlier times."

  "In that case," Jada blurted out. "We're all past our prime. Looks like we'll need Stella to bare children for Mason."

  "Hey!" Camilla shouted. I wasn't sure if she was being protective of the innocent looking girl like Corinne or offended by the notion that another girl might get a place above her in our clan.

  "That girl is twenty years old," Alexa said. "And she is not as innocent as she looks."

  "Whoa!" Jada reacted. "What dirt did you scoop out of that girl's head, Alexa?"

  "Enough about Stella, please." This
whole discussion was pissing me off. Most of them wanted to be my lover. They all enjoyed the secure and comfortable housing arrangement that I was providing. But, except for Riley, no one was particularly interested in being the mother of my children. Alexa was right. Most of us were too young to think about it. Plus, the disgusting carnage that was a constant around us was still too fresh in our minds to think about starting a nursery.

  "This conversation isn't going anywhere but down," Seiko interrupted.

  "On the contrary," Jada said as she rose to put her plate back in the kitchen. The motion caused some others to copy her. "We've got it settled. Riley will have the first baby. Alexa the second, and Stella the third. Unless Camilla wants to jump in the rotation?"

  "Stella is not even in our clan!" Camilla was taking the whole thing too seriously. As was Riley, probably. She was likely already thinking about her duty to me and the clan. It was obvious to me that Jada and Alexa were having a good ole time at their expense. And Seiko, as usual, just didn't give a shit. So, she was laughing it up as well.

  "Should we work on our task list for today?" Riley asked, doing her part to get us back on track.

  "You forgot to address Mason as master," Jada continued to instigate trouble. All the girls found that one funny, but I'd had enough.

  "You've had enough fun, Jada!"

  "Yeah, Jada!" Alexa chirped in.

  "You're almost as bad yourself, Alexa. I think Riley and I will develop a list of things to do today by ourselves. Let's go to the basement," I told my thin obedient friend, refraining from taking her by the hand. That would surely incur more comments.

  "What did I do?" Camilla asked.

  "Do you want to help us with the list?" I asked. Camilla said that she did, and Riley nodded agreement, so the three of us headed downstairs to sit at the poker table. By the time that we hit the bottom step we could feel refreshment from the slightly cooler air. It was a wonder that we all didn’t sleep in the lower level, totally restructure everything to gain that comfort regularly.

  With a notepad and two ink pens Riley was ready to jot down our tasks for the day. We would then prioritize them, determine which members of our group were best for each task. Then schedule time slots. I liked to stay busy with work during the day then relax with my friends in the evenings. Just like the old days. Unless there was a crisis, that was the daily plan.

  "Okay, I'd like to remember to check on Jamila and Hedy in the pool house. Last time I was there Jamila was pretty sick. They might be getting worse. I hate to tell them that they need to move on, but we need to look out for ourselves foremost."

  I expected a comment from Camilla, but she just nodded agreement. She had done well over the last few days adjusting to my mentality. Riley made a note and we continued.

  "Thinking long term, I really believe that we should start farming the backyard. The only thing is that it will be raided and destroyed by others if we don't fence it off. And, any outdoor activity is going to draw attention to us. So, a privacy fence is a must."

  "How big of a section are we talking about?" Camilla asked.

  "I don't know. I'd like to have enough fruits and vegetables to feed a dozen people regularly. That would give us room to grow and share. I guess it would depend on the crops. To make the fence as easy as possible to build, we could use the section of land between the house and the pool area. But I have no idea if anything will grow there. It might take quite a while to find books on the subject, then we'd have to scour them for the information we need."

  "Screw that," Camilla replied. "We just need Stella. Can we request that she helps us for a few days?"

  "I don't know. You know Corinne better than I do. She's obviously running the show over there. Will she part with her for that long? How valuable is she to their group dynamic?"

  "Not very, unless they are also thinking about farming. But I doubt that. You are right, though. Corinne will demand something in exchange."

  "What if we promise to share the food that we grow?" Riley asked. That was the obvious offer under normal circumstances. Despite the recent dinner party, everything was still far from normal.

  "We won't have anything to share for a while, I'd think. If I were them, I'd want something in return right away. A lot of things could happen before the crops yield anything of value.”

  "We have plenty of liquor," Riley suggested. "I didn't notice any over there during our visit. If I remember correctly, John asked why we didn't bring some."

  "Beer and liquor will appeal to John, for sure," Camilla replied. "But Corinne would want something more beneficial to her girls or the clan in general. Can we spare a gun?"

  "Uhhhhh..." I didn't like the sound of giving up a weapon. They had a few already, presumably with enough ammo. Firepower was possibly the highest bartering cash these days, though.

  "No!" Riley said flat out when I hesitated. "We shouldn't give up any of the guns. We never know when we might need them."

  "I respect that," Camilla said. "But what else do we have that they want?"

  "If you were over there with them, what would you want?" I asked Camilla.

  "You," she replied with a smile. "John is just a guy. You are a man."

  "What else?" Riley asked, ignoring Camilla's first response completely.

  "Food, they have. Shelter, they have. Comfort, they have that now as well. Security? They don't have as many guns or ammunition. And they don't have a fancy security system like ours. But the lumber we supplied enabled them to board up the house well. They should be thankful for all we have done already, but they'll need something in exchange for Stella's help."

  "Is it the fear of losing Stella?" Riley asked.

  "In part. Maybe if we gave them some alcohol plus loaned them one of our people, they would feel better about it."

  "Who would they accept?" I asked.

  "Me?" Camilla asked. It was no secret that she was close friends with members of that clan. What I didn't know is how much harm she could do us by running her mouth over there unsupervised. I thought back over the course of the conversation so far. Had she manipulated our discussion to reach this point? I didn't want to think so, but I couldn't be sure.

  "Are you trying to be a double agent?" Riley asked outright. To my surprise Camilla was not overly offended.

  "I can see why you might think that. But you can have Alexa check my intentions, if you must. I've tried to make it clear that this clan is where I want to be. I don’t understand why you people keep doubting me."

  "You are on the bottom here," Riley told her bluntly. "You could be on the top over there."

  "Second. I could be second over there. Corinne won't share the leadership role with me now. And Bianka would also resist me sliding in above her. John would be delighted to see me for sure. But this group is much happier, despite this morning's disruption. I want to be here."

  "I don't see us letting them hold on to anyone else," I stated. "Except maybe Seiko."

  "Nobody wants her," Riley replied without thinking. After our shocked expressions she revised. "I meant that they won't consider her of enough value to balance the deal."

  "She's right," responded Camilla. "I think John's desire for me could sway the whole thing really. He absolutely adored having sex with me." The last sentence was voiced with exaggerated pride.

  "I know. He told me."

  "If I gave him some good lovin' it would take the responsibility away from the others. I'm sure everyone would appreciate that. Even Corinne."

  "You would do that for us?" I asked. "I mean, as part of our share of the trade."

  "Yeah, sure. To be brutally honest, I could use a good fuck right now. It seems like everyone around here is getting some action except for me. John's not an attentive lover by any means. But he is a big guy. He'll do for now."

  The statement lacked tact, to be sure. But it certainly rang true. As long as Camilla behaved and returned to us, it sounded like a good arrangement.

  The three of us came up with a f
ew more items for the task list that we could assign to the girls to keep them busy. With the days of phone calls and text messages in the past, we had to walk next door to ask Corinne for permission to borrow their young clan member with the farming knowledge. Camilla, Riley and I were made to wait outside for a couple minutes as she discussed the proposal with the others. I assumed that was what she was doing. For all I knew she was just thinking it over herself and making the decision. I figured if she did give the approval, we'd have to come back later in the day to retrieve the agriculturally skilled clan member.

  Corinne then pulled the door wide open and said, "She'll be ready in a couple minutes. Please come in while you wait."

  I was happy that she agreed but surprised that the girl would be ready so soon. Camilla did at least bring her bag with her, prepared to initiate the temporary swap. John came out of one the bedrooms sleepy-eyed to shoot the breeze as we waited. Evidently, we were rapidly becoming buddies in his mind. It was inevitable, despite any personality differences. We were the only two men for miles, presumably.

  Stella gave me the tiniest of smiles as a greeting when I noticed her approach. She crept into the room silently as we were caught up in conversation. She welcomed the good-bye hugs from all the women in her clan. It was apparent that they all had a fondness for her. When John stepped up to embrace her as well, Stella flinched and then severed the physical contact as quick as she could. It gave me the impression that the two of them had some issues. Was there more to the story about the girls protecting Stella from John?

  "Thank you for helping us," I told Stella as we walked away from the house that had just recently became hers. She was carrying a duffel bag with extra clothes and personal items. It was packed full enough to give the impression that it was all that she had. Maybe I hadn't been clear about only needing her assistance for a couple days. In her other hand was the spear that she carried the last time we had met in battle. Unless she had a personal attachment to the thing, she wouldn't be needing it. Except maybe as a digging tool.