I was pretty happy with how things were going today and Cara took advantage of it to pull me into the cab of the SUV for a few minutes. Well actually about twenty minutes but who's counting. Bridget was gonna be jealous because I found out earlier they were keeping count. The crews took it in stride and ignored us. Now, we were finishing with body burying. Well it was an ongoing project that wouldn't end soon. There were literally thousands. But Cara and I finished. I had other things that needed doing.
"Let's go baby. They have it under control." she nodded. I was exhausted but the day wasn't even started. We left the burial crew where I had dedicated only a dozen to this exhausting task. Mostly men but also some women who were... ‘beefy’ enough to perform the physical demands of the job. It was something that had to be done and as I've mentioned numerous times we were shy of men. Again, my Cara had been so right. We were still vastly top heavy in women. Damn that male protectionism. I couldn't complain too loudly as I was the beneficiary of it and besides I would have sacrificed my life in a heartbeat if it meant my kids could survive even one more second of life. Witness Bridget and Cara after all as a benefit, or a curse depending on your point of view. I definitely didn't get enough sleep and prayed my little love family didn't multiply too quickly. More than a few of the women were already eyeballing my girlfriends and I. My point I guess is most men had felt the same, which is why there, were so few of us left.
We made it back to my house, which was a hive of activity. A lot of trucks loading up and in the process of transporting everything useful to our new home. I didn't see Bridget. Maybe that's good. We were filthy. Cara and I stripped down outside the back door. Modesty was a thing of the past and there was no place or time for it right now. I didn't want these filthy clothes in the house. A strange woman I didn't know was there to hand us blankets as she took our clothes. I was wrong about one thing. They would be washed and given back. I saw her eyes travel downward and she hesitated to hand me a blanket before I went in the house. I was freezing damn it! I reached out an impatient hand and Cara seeing the problem stepped in front of me in all her naked perfect glory while reaching out a hand grabbing my cock, and I swear she growled at the other woman as she said, "MINE". I didn't see Cara's eyes but the other woman did and she didn't delay any longer handing us two blankets. Good thing because that possessive hand around my member was doing bad things to me. Christ, I had just poked Cara thoroughly, well sort of less than an hour ago. What can I say? Rosita already had her ‘lieutenants’ and they had grabbed some of our clothing earlier and had it ready and waiting just inside the house. My woodstove kept the place toasty warm especially on a day where the temperature had risen to almost fifty degrees. Cara had her jeans, a sweatshirt, and another coat ready but they only had sweats for me. That simply wouldn't do as I was headed out again. As Cara bent over to slip clean panties on, I swatted her perfect ass hard, leaving a red handprint on that lovely brown skin, and eliciting a yelp as I headed up the stairs for proper clothing grinning at her mock glare.
Upstairs Bridget was packing for us. She had my suitcases out and a bunch of bags and I'm pretty sure she wasn't leaving anything. Fine by me.
"Just grabbing fresh clothing, babe. I have to head out again." She smiled at me, coming forward to give me a delicious kiss then tugged my blanket off and dropping to her knees engulfed my manhood in that hot little mouth of hers. What was half-hard was now fully hard. She laughed and got up patting the head saying, 'later', before going back to packing clothing. I stood there for a second eyeballing her in disbelief. What the hell? She was wearing an old pair of grey sweat pants of mine; let me tell you, she filled them in all the right places as she bent over the suitcase. The material hugged her ass, plainly outlining the mounds of her tight little pussy.
‘Fuck this,’ I thought as I took two steps forward grabbing her by the neck with my left hand while shoving her head down into the suitcase then closed it tightly over her upper shoulders. My right hand gripped the waistband of the sweats at the small of her back and pulled them down to her knees in one smooth motion. Nope. No panties as I suspected from the previous view. I heard a muffled yelp but paid it no attention as I grabbed my hard cock by the base and rubbing it up and down along the folds of her slit to lubricate it, slid it in with a smooth motion. Yeah! That's more like it, I grunted as my upper thighs slammed against her tight ass as my cock fully impaled her. I heard another yelp for help and her hands swung backwards trying to swat or push me away. I wasn't sure and didn't care. Well I suppose I could have lubricated it a bit more before penetrating her, but what the hell. She'll learn that teasing me has consequences. I grabbed her flailing hands in my right fist and holding them against the small of her back pushed the suitcase lid down harder while thrusting faster into her now fully wet pussy. She couldn't go anywhere even though she tried, her ass sticking straight up in the air. She was trapped.
"Tease me, eh?" I muttered as I kept slamming into her. Another muffled response came from the suitcase but following that were moans as she started building up. I heard laughter behind me, looking over my shoulder realizing I had left the damn door open yet again in my hurry to change. Two girls from Rosita's crew were standing there watching me with open smiles on their faces. Jesus. Didn't they understand privacy? Another joined them before I could turn away to finish what I started.
I speed my thrusting up quickly, trying to hurry. The laughter grew louder behind me and from multiple voices. Bridget was screeching into the suitcase and I knew she was starting to cum hard, which set me off. Nothing better than hearing and feeling a woman cum around your sausage, I swear. I dumped my load in her while continuing to pump for all I was worth bent over this hot squirming little thing as sweat dripped off my forehead and chin onto the back of the sweatshirt she was wearing. Damn it was always good. I groaned, my cock pulsating rhythmically as it pumped a hot load into her tight little body. I heard moans from the doorway behind me but ignored them. Finished and temporarily empty again I took a step back releasing Bridget, as my cock popped out of her soaked pussy with a sound like suction and she collapsed on the floor in front of me. She rolled over onto her back, legs spread eyes glazed and mouth open like a gasping fish out of water. I turned, my dick still three quarters hard and dripping cum as I confronted the group standing in the doorway. They were two deep and of the five or six standing there, I saw at least two with hands thrust down in their pants.
"Don't you girls have something to do?" I growled moving to the dresser looking for pants and wishing my hard-on would go down. It was embarrassing to walk around in front of a group of obviously horny girls with eight inches sticking out.
"Can we join you?" quipped one from the back. I knew she wasn't joking, which was the bad part.
"Oh hell no! I'm headed out." I found the right drawer with my jeans and pulled a pair on foregoing underwear as I struggled to get dressed as fast as possible. On the floor, Bridget continued to moan trying to catch her breath, but I saw a smile on her face when I looked at her. I rolled my eyes. Jesus. I grabbed a sweatshirt out of the closet which was open and throwing it on grabbed a pair of socks on my way out pushing through the crowd at the doorway. Soft female hands, some of them from very pretty owners clutched at me as I left but I ignored them. I had enough already and I quickly hoped my little group wouldn't multiply. Clarissa was already asking too many pointed questions lately. But because it's my thing, I managed to swat a few asses as I moved through them eliciting more giggles and yelps as I ran down the stairs in search of Cara.
I found her in the kitchen talking to one of the other girls in Spanish. She looked at me and frowned, her eyes traveling down to my crotch where my half hard-on was still clearly visible through the fabric of my jeans then past me to the doorway where a couple of the girls were standing. They had clearly followed and were smiling. I groaned. "You ready Cara?" I asked grabbing my jacket from the kitchen chair.
"Si Señor, Jay." But she wasn't mad. She was smiling. Gahhhhh
*****
DAY 6: 1100 ET
Darin MSgt. Trask relaxed against the side of the Humvee in preparation to heading out with the Commander. They were all calling him that now. Fucker was deadly to put it mildly. Last night had been a revelation into his capabilities. Oh he wasn't the best hand-to-hand fighter Darin had ever witnessed but he was thorough. No nonsense and take no prisoners. Reminded him of some of the gang leaders back home in LA. His shooting skills were par none except perhaps for this Jason, this Reaper of the Lord. Even shooting in bursts from a moving vehicle his opponents had gone down with chest and head wounds. His tactics were ground level with an eye for the troops, placing them first in his priorities. Darin hated too even think it, but Jay was better than the Major was in this regard. The Commander seemed too instinctively know where to place units and backed them up. Their casualties had been minimal and no deaths thank the Lord Jesus for that. He looked around the yard, seeing sentries placed at appropriate intervals. You don't get that out of a book for sure. It took instinct and common sense, Darin had learned.
Man, he sure liked this place. Different from LA but in a good way. More country. Open. He even had a woman now of sorts. Well she came with baggage but who didn't these days. In the few hours he'd had before they took care of the Marauders at the dairy farm, she'd shown him how much she liked him. Nothing was taboo and she had been fairly quiet every time she experienced an orgasm. Just shuddering under the blanket, he had pulled over both of them with the overhead lights down low. If they stayed, he'd need something more private for sure. A few of his teammates had joked about the white blonde chick he had taken, but he didn't care. ‘It was the content of your character not the color of your skin,’ his dad always said and he was A-Okay with that. And she had solid character oozing from her like the ocean waves off Santa Monica. He was supposed to meet her two children later this evening and if they were anything like her he would like them, he was sure. Both though were very young. He sighed. That also presented problems. It was all well and good but if they didn't stay here then Jessica and her kids were screwed. He didn't want to think about it. Her openness and willingness to please him without question had touched his heart. Her emotions were an open book and he knew they had something there if allowed to continue.
Then his thoughts turned inward. Remembering the last conversation he'd had with his kinfolk in LA. They were headed out of the city by foot. Things were really bad. His brother Jerome had taken down a couple of dirty cops with a steel pole to get their weapons and was leading his younger sister and cousins out. Momma wished he was there but she understood his commitments. Jerome at the last told him the undead were everywhere but they were making it. Darin was a religious man thanks to momma and he prayed they'd made it out safely and to Texas where they were headed. He shook himself, trying to shake the memory, wondering if he'd ever see them again.
"Ready Top?" Jay had walked up and Darin Trask snapped out of his reverie and too attention, saluting him. Mainly because he deserved it. The Commander was followed by one of his two girls. The Mexican one and a hot little thing. Almost childlike but built big in all the right places. He noticed she was wearing an older woodlands style camouflage jacket tied at the waist. Honestly, she looked like a little bandit with her half open shirt, with a visible black bra and rifle slung over her shoulder. Seeing her made him want his Jessica again as he was starting to think of her. For such tiny women they sure had big tits. He definitely approved of the Commander’s choice in women.
"Yes, Sir."
"Let's go. We're headed out to check on things around town. That sort of thing. Thanks for taking the time to go with me."
"Yes, Sir."
The streets around the house were moderately safe if you could use that word, although Darin understood the development to the south had like a gazillion zombies in it. Still, three more Humvees followed them as they headed out. The Commander wanted to drive but Darin had already assigned a PFC to the task. They sat in the back with Cara between them. Wow. She really was a tiny little thing. Even seated her head barely reached his shoulder.
"How are you and the men getting along, Sergeant?"
"Fine, Sir. We have everything we need and then some. Miss Rosita's crew has some great cooks. We haven't eaten this well in over a week."
"Great. Well, we haven't had time to catch up you and I, but I really wanted to thank you and your men for your help last night and all the help they’re giving us now finding survivors. Your support has made all the difference during this difficult time."
"You're welcome, Sir. Glad to help."
"Really. I want you to know how indebted we are to you. Tons of refugees are coming in and I think a lot of that is just seeing your vehicles driving around. People know you’re here and trust you, as do I. I know your quarters are a little cramped Sergeant but nothing I can do about that until I know your Major’s plans. I'll see if we can free up more of the female staff to make you guys more comfortable."
"May I speak frankly, Sir?"
"Of course!"
"I know what you're doing, Sir. Providing incentives to keep us here. I know you need us and I think many of us need you, Sir. Your people and you. A purpose to serve and protect against all enemies foreign and domestic as is the case here. I've been in the service a long time and seen units just go bad without a purpose. We're needed and appreciated and it shows and we like it."
"Almost twenty years in the service and last night I met a girl that just knocked my socks right off. So guileless. So honest and open. You don't see a lot of that around Army bases, Sir. So dedicated to her children and just wanting for them to be protected. Even after losing her husband almost a week ago. Yet when she was with me, I knew she wanted to be there." The Commander started to say something and Darin overrode him. "Sir, I know you didn't force any of them to be there. We asked them. They all volunteered. My Jessica spoke from the heart when she came up to me, looked me straight in the eye and told me I was a good honest man. Then hugged me. I could feel her sincerity down to her fingertips. I have to tell you I just about broke down at the expression on her face." MSgt. Trask lapsed into silence and they rode for a bit as the Commander pondered his words. Darin felt Cara's shoulder shaking and looking down saw tears on her face.
"We all feel that way, Sergeant Trask." She shifted in her seatbelt trying to wrap her arms around the Sergeant but could only reach halfway around his barrel chest. He gave her a quick hug back.
"You get a hug too driver soldier. Just as soon as we stop." Her words were directed at the PFC driving them. He was watching the scene through his rearview mirror and grinned at her words.
"Only if you promise not to tell my Lisa, Miss Cara and my name’s Jeff. Jeff Spears," but he was smiling. Happy.
"And mines Darin, Miss Cara." said MSgt. Trask.
"The tiny white blonde girl that I saw with you last night? This is your Jessica?" Jay had finally spoken and they could hear his voice had roughened slightly.
"Yes, Sir. She's mine if I'm lucky, Sir." he saw the Commander nod.
"I was leading the bunch that rescued her. Another few minutes and we would have been too late." Jay’s voice was definitely rough now with raw emotion. "Hell, a few minutes earlier and we might have saved her husband. Was as bad a scene as I care to remember." The Commander turned to look at them but they could tell he wasn't seeing them, instead his eyes were directed inward on recent memory.
"We came in because we heard them screaming. Just Miguel, Michael, Pete and I along with a couple others. Their house was totally covered up with the bastards. We had to fight our way to the staircase leading down. I had no time to reload and had my machetes," his voice trailed off and the Sergeant picked up where he left off. Everyone was listening with rapt attention as the Sergeant’s deep baritone continued the story.
"Aye, Sir. She told me. They had her pinned against the wall in the basement. She and the boys had wedged themselves behind the washer and dryer. She wa
s trying to fend them off with a plastic laundry basket having just seen them kill her husband on the steps. A bunch of them headed up the stairs to hold your men off while the others tried to get her and those little kids. That's when you jumped over the railing with two machetes, into the midst of them, while swinging left and right she said. She told me blood and body parts were flying around like crazy and she thought you were dead as they piled on you but wasn't sure. Said you sliced right through the arms of the critter pulling her over the washer. She can't possibly repay you for saving them and for that I am in your debt also."
"Ah hell, Sergeant. Sometimes a man's got to do what a man's got to do."
"Aint that the truth, Sir?"
They rode in silence to the first of many stops that morning. It was there as they arrived that the Commander spoke up again turning to Darin.
"You know them boys are about at the right age to teach fishing too?"
"I was thinking the same thing myself, Sir. My Pa taught me all about fishing at about six. Any good lakes around here?"
"A couple, yes."
Both men smiled at each other as they got out.
*****
Chapter 12
DAY 6: 1500 ET
We made the rounds. Everything was on track or behind, depending on your point of view. Cleanup crews at the diary farm counted forty-three dead survival group members or marauders, as I like to call them, both male and female. Damn it! Obviously some had escaped. I'd deal with that tomorrow or later today. Fuckers would pay in spades.
Back at my place, I swatted Cara on the ass and told her to go find something to do. I asked Sgt. Trask to accompany me. I needed to see Miguel and the Top was important for what I intended. Cara scooted but not before kissing me soundly. I saw my kids outside and waved at them. They were with a large group of others their ages being very carefully watched by guards, both my people and the soldiers. I knew where to find Miguel and headed there. I was too busy but you do what you gotta do in times like this. I was also hoping the Major was awake and able to talk. I knew he'd have a bit of a recovery period but I had been getting steady reports on his progress and it was all rosy. We needed to talk.
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