“Fuck that,” she said as she took the glass and downed it in one gulp. Her face screwed up and she sucked air. In a strained voice she said, “Smooth.”
I laughed. “Damn, girl.” I took the glass from her and poured her another. We settled back on the couch.
Emma gave me a look that made me wonder what she was thinking. Finally she said, “Let me see it.”
“What?”
“Where you got shot.”
“Which time?”
“You’ve been shot more than once?”
I didn’t answer.
“Today,” she clarified.
“It’s nothing.”
“Come on.” She tugged at my shirt. My belly was exposed and she ran her hand over the welt that had formed there. “Does it hurt?”
“A little. I’ll be alright.”
She leaned over and gently kissed it. “There, all better now.” She sat back and took another sip of whiskey. “So,” she said, “today you said I was pretty. Did you really mean it?” She twirled a finger in her hair and smiled at me.
“I…uh…did I say that?” I downed the rest of my whiskey and started to get up. I could see where this was going.
“Sit down.” She grabbed my arm. “Where do you think you’re going? Yes, you did.”
Suddenly my head was swimming and I wasn’t thinking clearly. “Did what?”
She smiled. “Say I’m pretty.” She touched her shoulders. “You know, I hurt too.” She reached down and cupped her breasts. “When we dove on the ground today it hurt my boobs.”
I stared. “They look alright to me.”
She grasped the bottom of her shirt. “Maybe you could have a look?”
“Emma, I don’t think—”
She lifted her shirt and her large breasts came bouncing out. She arched her back and asked, “So…what do you think?”
I was at a loss for words. Finally, I managed to say, “They’re beautiful.”
She laughed. “No, I mean, thank you. But, do you think they look okay?”
I nodded. “Oh, yeah.”
“No! I mean do you think all that jumping on the ground might have hurt them?”
“Well, I don’t know.” I swallowed hard. Unable to take my eyes off her, I found myself getting tongue-tied. Her breasts stood up so firm and tall. Definitely all natural. She had large pink nipples perfectly centered in each giant orb. Her young nipples were erect and appeared desperately in need of attention.
Emma pulled her shirt completely off and lifted up each breast. She looked down at them. “I think you better check them out. I want to make sure they’re okay.”
“Emma, are you sure about this?”
She gave me a big smile and said, “Yes, doctor. Please?”
She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. They were magnificent. So young and firm, so soft and smooth. I cupped each one and gently lifted them, feeling their heft. My thumbs brushed lightly across her nipples and she let out a little moan.
“So what do you think?” she asked. Suddenly serious now, her voice had become breathy and low. “Maybe you should have a look at the rest of me.” With that she took off her shorts and pulled down her panties, making a show of dropping them on the floor. She began running her hands up and down her thighs, gently spreading her legs in the process. I saw creamy white skin sitting atop tanned thighs with a patch of neatly-trimmed blonde pubic hair. She opened her legs a little wider each time she caressed her inner thighs. Her thighs spread and relaxed, again and again, and I could see her inner lips peeking out. Soft pink petals, wet and swollen with desire. Opening and closing. Opening and closing. Again and again. Over and over.
Intoxicated by her blatant display of sexuality, I pulled her close and passionately kissed her. Her hands were all over me and I in turn explored her youthful figure. A moment later she pushed me back and laughed. She said, “Let me see it.”
“See what?”
She laughed again and started pulling at my belt buckle. A moment later she had me naked. Emma gasped. “Fuck me! Those are some huge balls. Those are the biggest balls I’ve ever seen.”
I laughed.
“I knew it,” she said. “I knew you would have big balls. A man like you, you’d just have to.” She reached out and fondled them. “They’re huge! They’re like fucking baseballs!”
I laughed, “They’re not really that big.”
She lifted. “And heavy too.” She played and cooed for a while, then she shifted her attention a little higher. “This thing…” She tugged. “This is a goddamn telephone pole. Holy shit!” She ran her hands up and down its length. “I can’t even get my hand around it! Look how fucking big it is!”
I smiled. A second later, I looked down and all I could see was the back of her head, bobbing up and down. My arousal reached a new level. After several pleasurable minutes of that, she released me and laid back on the couch. She spread her legs and said, “Fuck me. I want you to fuck me right now with that giant fucking dick of yours.”
I knew what I wanted to do, but I also knew what I should do. In a last-ditch effort to do the right thing, I said, “Emma, I don’t know if we should be doing this.”
“Fine,” she said. “If you won’t do it, I will. It’s a dirty job, but somebody’s gotta do it.” With that, she began tracing a finger over her pussy lips. She went up and down each one, then she plunged a finger deep inside and began masturbating in earnest. Her fingers glistened with her arousal as she jammed them deeper and deeper inside. She spread her legs as far as they would go as she continued to finger-fuck herself. Thick white fluid pooled in her pussy and it began to run down between her ass cheeks. This girl wasn’t kidding, she was horny. And so was I. She began moving her hips and moaning, then she frantically circled her erect clit with her other hand.
I’d held out as long as I could, but every man’s got his limits. As she frigged herself I climbed on top and replaced her fingers with my rock hard dick. She let out a huge moan as I entered her. We kissed passionately as I felt the wonder of her tight teenage pussy engulf my rigid member.
After a minute she broke free of our kiss and screamed, “Oh God! You’re going to make me cum! I’m cumming!” She panted loudly, then let out another huge moan. I felt her muscles spasm as she gripped me tighter. Her nails dug into my back and she screamed out her orgasm. Finally she took a deep breath and relaxed. I kissed her again and continued to pound her as my balls relentlessly spanked her ass.
“Let me get on top,” she said breathlessly.
I dismounted and laid on the floor. She climbed on top of me and put me back inside. She felt wet and warm inside. As she rose and fell, her huge tits bounced up and down right in my face. This girl was incredible and I couldn’t resist, I sucked first one and then the other into my mouth. She moaned and rode even harder, hitting bottom on every stroke. A moment later she screamed again and had another orgasm, this one even more intense than the last. Her spasms confirmed this was no act. After she calmed down, she climbed off me and got down on all fours. The sight of her perfect ass sticking up in the air was all the invitation I needed. I took her from behind and pounded her with reckless abandon. My balls were slapping her clit and I felt warm, sweet pussy juice running down my thighs. She came again and again. This girl was so hot it was fucking unbelievable. Finally I sensed myself reaching the point of no return and I pulled out.
Panting, she said craned her neck to look back at me. “Why’d you stop?”
I took a seat on the couch and said, “I don’t want you to get pregnant.”
“Oh.” She seemed disappointed. She turned around and crawled between my legs. She began sucking me again. A moment later I exploded a torrent of cum into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. “Mmmm,” she said as she sat back wiping her lips. She smiled. “That was yummy. Steen juice.”
I laughed. She reached for her whiskey and took a sip. Then she sat beside me on the couch and we
kissed. She said, “That was amazing.”
“It was.” I held her close. After a few minutes I led her by the hand to the master bedroom. We collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.
Chapter 24
Life is funny. Sometimes when you least expect it you find yourself in the midst of grandeur. Who would have guessed that in the middle of a nuclear war I would be sleeping with a beautiful young goddess?
Emma was still asleep when I rolled out of bed to make my way to the bathroom. On the return trip I stopped for a minute to admire her. She was lying on her side, still nude from the night before. Her thick mane of blonde hair spilled all around the pillows, her breasts were lying atop one another and looked as magnificent as they had the night before. Her ass was on display, and her legs were splayed revealing her most intimate parts. She was a sight to behold.
I climbed back into bed and stared at the ceiling for a while. As pleasant as the night before had been, my thoughts soon turned to survival. We were almost out of water and we had eaten the last MREs the night before. Today I needed to replenish my supplies, but where and how? Every place I’d tried had been picked clean. While I’d been hunkered down in the fallout shelter everyone else had been emptying their cupboards and leaving town. Those who stayed had fallen victim to the raiders and scavengers. Bottom line, there was nothing left for those of us who came late to the party. What was I going to do?
Emma let out a sleepy moan. “Morning,” she croaked.
“Good Morning.”
“My head hurts.”
“You probably have a hangover. Here, let me get you some aspirin.”
A while later, Emma was feeling better and we ate crackers for breakfast. Then I started gathering up my things.
“What are you doing?” Emma asked.
“I’m getting ready to leave.”
“Go where? Why can’t we stay here?”
“The back door is broken and there’s no food.”
“You have food.”
“I’m almost out. We have to keep moving and replenish our supplies.”
“How are we going to do that?”
“You’ll see. We just have to play it by ear. That’s part of the adventure. Every day is a new opportunity and you have to go with the flow.”
She screwed up her face and said, “That sounds kinda iffy.”
I didn’t reply.
Emma pouted but located her shoes and put them on. “That bed was awfully comfortable,” she said.
“It was,” I said, “and I’m going to miss it. Look Emma, I’m not going to lie to you. This was the exception, not the rule. More often than not it’s sleeping on the floor of some old abandoned store or whatever we can find.”
“That doesn’t sound very good.”
“If you want me to take you back to Igor and Boner, I will.”
“Ian and Bones,” she corrected. She thought for a moment. “No, I don’t want to go back. There’s no food there.”
I lifted her chin and our eyes met. “We are going to be fine. I’ve survived much worse than this. You are with me. I will take care of you.”
“Why?” she asked.
“Because you need my help.”
She stood, gave me a smile and rested a hand on my chest. She kissed me and whispered, “Thank you.”
I put on my helmet and vest and gloves. I looked at Emma as I clipped on the rifle. “You ready?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m ready.”
The bright morning light greeted us on the other side of the door. The birds were chirping and the streets were empty. We left the neighborhood and made our way back to the main road. As we walked I turned to Emma and asked, “You ever shoot a gun before?”
“No.”
“Would you like to learn how?”
“I don’t know. I guess.”
We stopped and I pulled the 9mm. I showed her the basics of how to pull the slide back, how to eject the magazine, and how to see if the chamber was empty. I demonstrated the safety and explained how it worked.
“Alright,” I said. “That’s about it. You ready to shoot it?”
She looked scared. “Really?”
“Really. That’s the point. You can know everything there is to know about guns, but if you’ve never shot one it’s like knowing everything there is to know about sex but never doing it.”
She giggled.
I held the pistol in both hands directly out in front of me. I aimed into the woods alongside the road. “Now when you aim, close one eye and line up the sights. Or, if you are shooting at close range you just point and shoot.” I demonstrated, then handed the gun to her.
She pointed it at the woods and tried to aim. “I’m not sure if I’m doing this right.”
“Okay, forget about aiming, just hold the gun tight and point it at one of those trees over there.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
She seemed so helpless. No wonder so many women get raped and killed. If you’re smaller and weaker than a man and you’re afraid of guns, how are you supposed to defend yourself? I took the gun from her, pointed it at a tree and fired.
“Shit!” she screamed as she clamped her hands over her ears.
“Yeah, it’s loud. Alright. You have to hold it tight. It tends to pull up on you, so hold it tight.” I handed the gun back to her. “Come on now, I know you can do it.”
She pointed the gun at the same tree.
“That a girl, just hold on tight and squeeze the trigger.”
There was silence for a moment as gun drifted about. Finally she fired off a shot. “I did it!” She was beaming.
“See, I knew you could do it!”
She turned and was pointing the gun right at me. I gently nudged the barrel to one side. “Forgot to tell you, never point it at anyone unless you intend to shoot.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She handed the gun back to me.
“You did good.” I gave her a hug. Then I produced the stainless .45 I had lifted from the shooter. “You want it?”
She looked nervous, but a little excited, too. “I don’t know.”
I made sure the chamber was empty. “See, there’s no bullet in the chamber. If you have to use it, pull back on the slide like I showed you and you’ll be ready to go. It can’t go off accidentally like this, the slide has to be pulled back first.”
Hesitantly she took the gun. She admired it for a minute. “Cool. Where should I put it?”
“In the small you your back. Just tuck it into your shorts nose first.”
She did as I suggested with a little more dexterity than I had expected. She must have seen her share of cop shows and action flicks. She turned to show me. “Like this?”
“Yep, you got it.” I reached out and squeezed one of her butt cheeks. “With an ass like this, that gun’s not going to go anywhere.”
She laughed and we began walking again. She asked me about my bullet wound and I told her I was fine. I was taking aspirin every four hours and it really didn’t hurt that much.
I had watched the terrain change from urban to suburban to rural. The road we were on had only two lanes and the businesses and gas stations were almost nonexistent.
Emma stopped and pointed down the road. “You see that?”
I squinted, then I spotted what she was looking at. It was a car up in the distance, and it was coming our way. Warily I said, “Yeah, I see it.”
I ushered Emma to the other side of the road. We kept walking, my eyes never leaving the vehicle. As it drew closer I could see a row of lights along the top. I said, “It’s a cop.”
Emma got nervous. “What should we do?”
“Just act natural, stay calm, and let me do the talking.”
The car approached and slowed to a halt. My heart was beating fast. The man inside rolled down the window and looked us over. He shut off the engine and stepped out of the car. White man, mid-forties, decent build, black hair and a smooth face.
He wore a blue police uniform complete with the requisite gun and badge.
We squared off as I studied him. I said, “How do we know you’re really a cop?”
He rattled off a name I didn’t quite catch and some digits I assume were his badge number. He tugged on the badge for emphasis. He said, “What are you two doing out here?”
I said, “We’re walking.”
“I can see that, jackass. Don’t get smart with me. Where are you going?”
“We don’t know,” I said. “We’re headed west.”
The cop smiled at Emma. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Emma,” she said quietly.
Standing in the presence of this salty cop about my age, suddenly Emma seemed like a toddler. Had I really just given her a gun and slept with her last night after plying her with alcohol? What if she was lying and she wasn’t even eighteen? It’s not like I checked her ID.
The cop waved her closer. “Come here, darling.”
Emma padded over to him. I didn’t like the way this was shaping up. The gun was sticking out of the back of her shorts but the cop hadn’t seen it yet. I began to get that feeling – the feeling that this wasn’t going to end well.
The cop pulled her close and spoke too softly for me to hear. Emma shook her head. He backed up a bit and studied her, as if looking for confirmation.
“No,” Emma insisted.
Emma’s body language said she was about to come back my way so I quickly walked over to them. I didn’t want Emma to turn around and let the cop see the gun. She and I hadn’t discussed the legal ramifications of someone her age carrying a firearm. It never even crossed my mind since I hadn’t seen a cop for so long.
The cop’s big head swiveled my way and he barked, “Did I call you over here, boy?”
I held up my hands and said, “Sorry. Just seeing if I could help.”
He said, “I’ll tell you when to come, and you come. I’ll tell you when to go, and you go. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Now get back over there until I tell you otherwise.” He pointed.
“Look,” I said, my patience wearing thin. “In case you haven’t noticed, we’re in the middle of a crisis here. We survived the nuclear attack and we came out here to get away from the city. We don’t have much food or water, and standing around in this heat talking to you is getting us nowhere. How about you lay off the hardass cop routine and let us be on our way?”
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