by Jessy Cruise
"No, no," Stacy said, patting the cushion next to her. "Come sit with me. I've missed you today. The only time I got to see you was at dinner."
He hesitated for a minute, looking doubtfully at the cramped space between the two women. What was going on here? Finally, after another prompting from Stacy, he walked over and sat down where he was told. He pushed himself as closely to Stacy as he could but still his leg was touching Sara's. She looked at him a little nervously but otherwise didn't seem to mind.
They conversed lightly for a little bit, Jack rehashing the tale of his trip that day in greater detail than he had shared with Stacy at dinner that night. He rested his hand gently upon Stacy's bulging stomach as he talked, occasionally feeling the strange sensation of the baby kicking at him. Both women seemed fascinated by the story and they often interrupted him to ask questions.
"You see what he's doing out there while we're stuck in here making dinner and washing dishes?" Stacy asked. Her breasts rubbed softly against his shoulder as she said this, seemingly accidentally.
"I should have signed up for guard detail," Sara said. "Maybe I still will. I'm taking your sister's gun class tomorrow. Maybe I'll do well enough to get a recommendation. I heard that Maggie got one from her. If Maggie can do it, so can I."
"I'm sure you can," Jack said politely, wondering for the tenth or eleventh time just what Sara was doing here. Though the two women were close to each other, as coworkers in unpleasant assignments tended to get, she had never visited during the evening hours before. The former elementary school cafeteria worker was somewhat of a loner in town, rarely seen outside of the kitchen.
"Do you think Sara's pretty?" Stacy asked a few minutes later.
"Pretty?" Jack said slowly, doubtfully. His hesitation was not because she wasn't pretty. A light haired blonde in her mid-twenties, she was slightly chubby in a big-boned way but far from fat. Her face was very pretty with smooth, well-defined cheeks and eyes that were even bluer than Christine's. And she had enormous breasts, a double D cup at least. His hesitation was instead because it seemed a loaded question, full of potential pitfalls. Why would Stacy ask him something like that? Was it just a casual comment or was it something more?
"Yes," Stacy said, rubbing her breast against him again. "She seems to think that men don't like her. I keep trying to tell her that she's wrong."
"Stace," Sara said, blushing, obviously embarrassed. "You don't have to bring that up."
"I'm just asking a man's opinion, Sara," Stacy said. "I think you've got a cute figure. And I'd kill for those boobs. I mean, look at the size of them. Mine are only half that size and I'm pregnant. Aren't those a nice rack, Jase?"
Now Jack was the one embarrassed. "They're uh... very uh... nice," he stammered.
"Isn't he cute when he blushes?" Stacy asked her friend. "That's why I love him so much." She shifted her gaze to Jack again. "Do you know that Sara hasn't been laid in more than five years?"
Jack almost choked that time. "Uh... no... I didn't know that," he replied.
"It's true," Stacy said sadly. "How could you stand it, Sara? It must be maddening."
"It's not easy," Sara said softly.
"She hasn't dated since she broke up with her husband five years ago," Stacy explained. "She told me all of this the other day and I was just shocked. I mean, I can't stand it if I have to go eight days without you. When you went to go get that chopper, I almost went insane."
"You get used to doing without it after awhile," Sara told her.
"But you always yearn for it, don't you?" Stacy asked.
"Oh yes," Sara agreed. "That never goes away."
Jack was now very confused. Why were these two women talking like this? Why were they sitting here telling him how long Sara had been without sex and asking him to rate her breasts?
"Sara and I have been talking a lot over the last few days," Stacy said, leaning in a little closer to him, close enough for him to smell her skin. "And while we were talking, I had kind of... well... an idea."
"An idea?" Jack asked, trembling a little.
"Stace," Sara cut in. "Maybe this is a bad..."
"Hush," Stacy told her, offering a wink. She turned back to Jack. "I thought that maybe you would be able to help her out a little bit with her... problem."
"Help her out?" he croaked.
"She needs some dick," Stacy said, dropping her hand down into Jack's lap. "And you just happen to have one. I don't mind sharing it with her."
"Sh... sh... share?" he asked. Though his mind was having a difficult time processing what he was being told, the object they were discussing understood loud and clear. It began to stiffen up under Stacy's hand.
"Only if you want to," she said. She smiled, giving him a squeeze. "I can feel that you're giving some serious thought to it."
"But, Stacy..." he started.
"I really don't mind, Jack," she told him, kissing his ear. "And if everyone likes it, maybe Sara can move in here with us. We can be like your sister and Skip and Paula. That's the wave of the future in this town so we might as well accept it."
"It's okay if you don't want to," Sara told him. She seemed to be upset. "I can't believe I let myself get talked into this."
"He wants to," Stacy said, giving his cock a few more squeezes through his pants. "I can tell. Don't you, baby?"
"Well... uh..." he stuttered, his mind reeling. Was he really being offered the opportunity to sleep with Sara? Was Stacy the one offering it to him? Was this a dream?
"Well... uh... what?" Stacy asked.
"Uh... sure," he finally spit out. "I mean, if everyone's really down with it, that is."
Stacy smiled, kissing him softly on the lips. "We're down with it," she told him. "Aren't we, Sara?"
Her eyes nervously took in the bulge in Jack's jeans. She licked her lips a few times. "I'm down with it," she finally said. "If you're sure you don't mind, Stace. I mean, this is so... weird."
"It's a weird life these days," Stacy said. "Let me show you his cock, Sara. You'll like it."
Jack felt her hands popping open the buttons on his pants one by one. Though like any fourteen-year-old he was very bashful about his private parts, he allowed her to open him up and push his pants and underwear down. He lifted his hips to facilitate this process. His erection popped out into the light, sticking upward, the head swollen and ready for action. Sara gasped a little as she saw it.
"Isn't it beautiful?" Stacy asked, stroking it softly a few times with her fingers.
"Yes," Sara breathed, her eyes shining.
"Touch it," Stacy told her. "Go ahead. Play with it a little."
Hesitantly, she reached out her hand and moved it towards him. She stopped for a second just inches away and then, after a few moments of thought, grasped him in her fingers. Jack moaned at the unfamiliar touch upon him. He could not believe he was actually sitting on his couch letting another woman touch him while Stacy encouraged it.
"Jack him up and down a little," Stacy said, her own breathing starting to get heavy. Jack could see that her nipples were hard beneath her shirt.
Sara did as she was told, sliding her hand up and down across his tender flesh, feeling him and stroking him. Soon he began to lift and lower his hips in response to her.
"Suck him, Sara," Stacy said. "Put him in your mouth. You know you want to."
Sara moaned a little, her eyes completely glazed over with lust now. She lowered her blonde head into his lap and he felt her wet lips and tongue surrounding his cock. She sucked softly at first, her hand continuing to move up and down upon him.
"Ohhh," Jack said, looking at her head as it bobbed up and down. Stacy began to kiss his neck as Sara sucked. The sensation of two mouths upon him at once was almost more than he could bear.
"Feel her titties," Stacy whispered into his ear. "Squeeze them."
He reached out his hands and did as he was told, grabbing those massive mammaries through her shirt. They were soft and pliable and very heavy. Even throug
h her clothing he could tell that her nipples were enormous. She twisted her chest into him, pushing them harder into his hands. Her mouth began to move faster upon his cock.
Now that the line had been crossed, things moved a little quicker. Sara raised her head from his lap a few minutes later and whipped off her shirt, tossing it to the floor. Her breasts were contained in a large white bra with thick shoulder straps. She reached behind her and undid the clasp, setting them free. They sagged a little with the sheer weight but this did not detract from the aesthetic value of them in the least. Her nipples were indeed huge, the diameter of dimes and protruding nearly three-quarters of an inch from the areola.
"Suck them," Sara told Jack, pushing them towards his face. "It's been so long since they've been sucked."
He leaned forward, breaking free of Stacy, who had still been kissing his neck, and put his mouth upon the nearest one. He slurped at the nipple hungrily, tonguing it and sucking it. Sara groaned out her approval, her hand finding the back of his neck to encourage him to suck on. Stacy stroked his back with her hands as he did this.
"Show her what I taught you," Stacy suggested excitedly. "Show her how you really make her feel good."
Jack switched to the other breast for a bit and then, heading Stacy's advice, began to kiss his way downward across the pale flesh of her stomach. Her skin there was unlined - Sara had never given birth - and soft and smooth as silk. He licked and nibbled at her in various spots, raising goosebumps on her. When he got to her navel he ran his tongue all around it while his hands began working the buttons on her pants. Soon they were open and he tugged on them. She rose up and he pulled them from her, sliding them down her legs and off, leaving her only in panties that were soaked at the crotch. He pulled these down a moment later and found himself staring at her blonde bush. It was very thick, much thicker than Stacy's, and the odor was much stronger and deeper.
He pushed her legs apart and then buried his face right in the middle of that hairy wetness, his tongue stabbing up inside of her. She moaned loudly and pushed her crotch harder into him. He licked her up and down, tasting her tart juices and then slid two fingers inside of her slit, just as Stacy had taught him. Soon, when she was bucking up and down, he was tonguing her large clit, making her cry out even more.
It took a long time before she came. His tongue was starting to cramp and his lips were going numb before he was able to pull that first orgasm from her. But when it did release, it came with explosive force. Her legs closed around his head, squeezing him almost painfully and nearly cutting off his respiration. Her pelvis jerked up and down with such force that he had to struggle to keep his mouth upon her clit.
When she finally came down from it, he was dizzy and out of breath, his mouth struggling with several stray hairs that had dislodged. Before he had a chance to do anything about this Sara's hands were in his armpits, pulling him upward atop her nakedness. Those massive tits pushed into his chest and his bare thighs pushed against her larger ones.
"Fuck me," she panted at him, kissing him and shoving her tongue in his mouth. She seemed to get off on tasting her own juices, just like Stacy did. "Come on," she said, breaking the kiss and squirming beneath him. "I need it. Fuck me."
"Yeah," Stacy said next to them. "Fuck her. Fuck her good."
Jack grasped his cock in his hands and put it against her dripping slit. He pushed forward and sank into her in one stroke. All three of them gasped in pleasure at the penetration. As he began to thrust in and out of her, as her legs wrapped around him, he looked over for a moment and saw that Stacy had pushed her maternity pants down and was rubbing her red-haired pussy furiously as she watched them.
"Fuck her, baby," she told Jack breathlessly. "Fuck her good. Fill her up."
Thanks to his frequent couplings with Stacy he had learned a certain degree of control over his orgasm. That was fortunate because it took every ounce of willpower he had to keep thrusting long enough for Sara to come again. Watching his woman masturbate next to him while he fucked someone else was the kinkiest, most erotic thing that he had ever imagined. As soon as Sara's body began to jerk and shudder beneath him, that control slipped and he came explosively within her.
When he rolled off of her a minute later, leaving her sweaty and dripping on the couch, Stacy grabbed him and pulled him over to her. She had taken off all of her clothes and her swollen, pregnant body was on complete display for both of them to see.
"Now its my turn," Stacy said, pushing him back into the couch.
While Sara and Jack both watched in astonishment, she dropped her head into his lap and sucked his cock, which was half erect and still wet with Sara's juices, into her mouth. It took less than three minutes of her sucking and licking him clean before he was back up to a complete erection. She then assumed one of her favorite positions. She sat on his lap, her back to his chest, as if he were an easy chair. This kept her large stomach from intruding upon the act. She reached between her legs and put him against her pussy, sinking down upon him. He began to push and pull within her, using strokes that he knew she liked, pushing her quickly towards her own orgasm.
Sara watched them as they copulated less than two feet from her, still amazed that she had participated in such a perversion, still amazed that her friend Stacy had actually sucked on Jack's cock just seconds after it had plopped free of her own pussy. She had never been so turned on in her life. She opened her legs widely, putting one on the back of the couch, the other on the floor, displaying her sex for them. Continuing to fuck each other, they both looked at her, watching as her hands went to her slit and began to rub.
Jack would come two more times that night, once in Stacy's pussy, once in Sara's sucking mouth. Though the two women both tasted each other on Jack's cock, neither one touched the other in any way. But before they fell into bed exhausted and sore, Jack snoring between them, both had thought about it.
Part 11
One of the features of the law enforcement package that had been installed in the MD-500 was a programmable VHF radio system that could transmit on nearly any frequency as long as the operator knew what that particular frequency was. As such, with the assistance of a manual from Paul's fire engine, Jack, sitting in the passenger seat of the chopper, was able to talk to Paul and Mick who were two thousand feet below listening to a fire department portable radio. Of course the VHF repeater that the fire department had used for its primary channels was out of action making those frequencies useless, but several direct frequencies, with a range of a mile or so, had been programmed into the portable.
They were fourteen miles east of Garden Hill, just above a CalTrans road maintenance station that Skip had found during a recon flight the day before. Their mission for the day was to get a water truck that had been stored at the facility safely back to Garden Hill where it's large tank could be used to store jet fuel for the helicopter. Getting the water truck started had been the easy part of the operation. It had been a simple Micker of installing two fully charged twelve-volt automobile batteries. The hard part was going to be navigation of the vehicle home. Two large slides and three washouts along Interstate 80 between Garden Hill and the station had ruled out the option of simply taking the freeway. Instead, they were using back roads to work their way home.
Skip and Paul - by burning up an entire tank of fuel in the helicopter - had found a wildly circuitous route along two-lane mountain roads. It was a route that stretched miles out of the way and switched back upon its self several times, but that, after a trip of nearly fifty miles, would eventually drop them out on the Interstate just east of the cut that guarded the town. Now, as they were putting the plan into motion, Skip and Jack were flying just ahead of them to scout out the route and watch for unseen dangers.
"Okay," Jack, speaking into his headset informed them, "you're coming up on the first turn now. It's just around the bend you're approaching. You're going to turn right and that will take you up a rise to a smaller road."
"Copy that," said
Mick's voice in his ear. "Turn right around the next bend."
Skip pulled them into a hover as the orange truck below them completed the maneuver, watching until they were safely headed up the hill. He then brought them up a little higher and eased over the rise in question so he could take a look at the other side. Once they were there, Jack, who had a map laid out before him, gave them their next set of directions. This brought them to a twisting, turning road leading nearly up to the snowline, which began about 6000 feet.
"I hope they don't trigger an avalanche," Skip said nervously, flying slightly behind them now. "Some of that snow up there is pretty thick."
"They volunteered to chance it," Jack reminded him.
"That wouldn't make me feel any better if they were buried alive," he replied.
It had been three days since the discovery of Auburn and the strange community that existed there. The knowledge of all those guns and men less than forty miles to the west had stirred a near-fanatic burst of activity around Garden Hill. Some of the defensive improvements, which had been on hold in the excitement of acquiring the helicopter, had been placed back on the front burner. Christine, taking to her new job with gusto, was spending her every waking hour supervising the reinforcement of the hillside defenses, finishing up the training of those that had yet to go through the firearms class, and drilling the reaction force in how to deploy in the event of an attack. No longer were the Garden Hillians merely anticipating an untrained group of hunters like the last time trying to hit them, they were now being forced to consider that a hundred or more heavily armed men might suddenly come walking into their midst. As of yet it seemed an unlikely possibility at best - they had no evidence that the residents of Auburn even knew they existed - but the first attack had taught them that they had to anticipate unlikely possibilities as well as likely ones.