by Misty Vixen
She was holding a shotgun and it was leveled right at me.
“Wait,” I managed, though I didn’t lower my pistol.
“Why?” she replied.
“I don’t w-want trouble,” I said, forcing the words out. Fuck I was cold.
Her eyes cut briefly behind me, where she no doubt saw either Megan, Delilah, or both. Something seemed to soften in her hard green eyes and her stance relaxed.
“Fine,” she said, “lower your gun and I’ll do the same.”
I lowered my gun slowly and put it back in the holster. She must have figured she wouldn’t be able to kill all three of us fast enough with a shotgun, which meant she was almost certainly alone. Alone or with a non-combatant.
Or maybe she realized I was much less likely to be a threat since I had two women traveling with me and they didn’t look beaten or enslaved at a glance.
“Get in here and close the fucking door,” she said.
I stepped in and the others crowded in behind me. I closed the door as best I could, shoving it back in place and finally grabbing a nearby chair and pushing it up under the knob.
“Sorry about the door,” I said.
She sighed and shrugged. “I guess I’d’ve done the same in your position.”
“You alone?” I asked as I finished with the door. It wasn’t perfect, but it was roughly back in place and, like before, if someone wanted in they’d have to make a lot of noise doing it.
“Yes,” she replied after just a second-long pause. I could see how that was a potentially dangerous question.
“Mind if I confirm that?” I asked.
“Be my guest,” she replied, a little too quickly. “I only just got here myself.”
I realized she wanted some time alone with Megan and Delilah. It was possible she wanted to kill and rob us all, and figured two-on-one was easier, but I didn’t think so. I wasn’t getting ‘killer’ vibes from her, more ‘paranoid’ vibes. Which was totally understandable. And given I trusted Megan and Delilah to say good things about me out of earshot, I made sure to take my time checking out the rest of the house.
In truth, there wasn’t much to check out. Two bedrooms, one of them pretty small. A bathroom. A kitchen. That was it. I didn’t find anyone, and the place was decently secure. But like I said, I took my time, hearing only low muttering coming from the living room. I’ll admit to some apprehension, because I thought it might also be possible that this new woman was trying to turn Megan and Delilah against me.
I trusted them more than I’d trusted most of the people I had come across, but one of the problems with trust is that you can never truly know.
You can’t see inside a person’s head.
But I told myself I trusted my instincts, which meant I trusted Megan and Delilah, and so I eventually came back to the living room, thinking that it would seem off if I gave them too much time. “We’re clear,” I said.
The woman, who was blonde, I saw, as she had taken off her beanie, had visibly relaxed and had slung her shotgun over her shoulder.
“I’m Dana,” she said, walking up to me, stopping an arm’s length away, and offering her hand.
I shook it. “Chris.”
“Your girlfriends like you a lot,” she said with a small smirk.
I chuckled. “Well, I like them a lot, too. Though I’m not quite sure they’re my girlfriends.”
“Afraid of commitment?” she asked.
“Not really. I’m just not sure they’d be comfortable calling themselves that.”
Delilah shrugged. “Girlfriend. Fuck friend. Friend with benefits. Sex slave. Call me what you want,” she replied easily.
“I think that last one will get him shot,” Dana murmured. “It’s much too literal nowadays.”
“So I take it we’re cool?” I asked.
“Yes. On average, one man and one woman traveling together tend to be less dangerous. One man with two women even less dangerous. And one man who I can get away to ask the two women if they’re being held against their will or abused, and they give me convincingly honest answers in the negative mostly negates my suspicions. However, don’t let that give you the impression that my guard is down. I’ve killed before and I’ll do it again if I have to.”
“Understood,” I replied.
She stared at me for a moment, then smiled broadly and let out a little laugh. “Impressive. A lot of guys get all ‘I’m not going to be talked to like that, especially not by some blonde bitch’, when I say something like that. You must be the real deal.”
I shrugged. “That’s what I’ve been told.” I paused, studied her for a moment. Dana was a very striking woman. I’m not sure if the average guy would necessarily call her attractive, although she definitely was to me, but there was something pretty obvious about her. She was tall, actually just a bit taller than Megan, so I’d guess maybe five ten. Hard to tell from under her coat, but she looked a little filled out, and not from lots of food but from lots of exercise and a good frame to support it. I think it was her face that stood out the most.
It was a bit sharp and angular, with pronounced cheekbones. She was very pale, as was her blonde hair, which was cut short. She had a few scars on her face, one on her cheek, another on her forehead, another on her chin. And I realized her nose had been broken and reset at least once. Yeah, Dana struck me as an interesting, intense person.
“So, the question now is: where do we go from here?” I said finally.
“Well, obviously not out of this house,” Dana replied, glancing out the nearest window. “I doubt it’s going to let up for the next several hours. I’m a trader and I’ve got some good stuff, so if you three would be willing to play nice, I’m down to share this house and trade a few things until the storm passes.”
“Fine by me,” I replied, glancing at the others and raising my eyebrows in question.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Megan said.
“Yeah...any chance we could get some pleasure with our business?” Delilah asked. Megan shot a look of open surprise at her, and I felt about the same way.
“Wow, so you’re pretty bold,” Dana replied, sounding amused as she regarded Delilah. “Hmm.” She considered it. “So, the thing is, you two are gorgeous, actually, but I’m not into fucking girls. Looking at them naked or having sex? Yeah, definitely. Kissing and groping? Sometimes, when the mood strikes me. But nothing more. However…” She looked back at me, and I felt an erection immediately begin to stir as my lower belly boiled with dark excitement. She looked dead into my eyes as she continued speaking. “Your man, on the other hand, I am very into. He’s quite attractive, and, for obvious reasons, I’ve got a thing for kinda weird-looking guys.”
“He’s not weird-looking,” Megan said.
“I didn’t mean it as an insult. Common is overrated. I love it,” Dana replied.
“She’s right, I am kind of weird-looking. Mean-looking, not to put too fine a point on it,” I said, to which Megan just sighed a little.
“If you’re willing to share, I’d love to have sex with him, and I’d really love it if you watched. And I’d also very much love to watch the two of you taking turns fucking him,” Dana said. She never looked away from my eyes as she talked.
It was weird, and maybe rude that she was talking about me to other people while looking directly at me, but there was nothing but lust in me right now.
“I’m so down for that,” Delilah replied immediately.
Megan was silent for a few moments, then shrugged. “Yeah, okay. I gotta admit, I want to see you naked, and I can tell already Chris has fallen in lust with you.”
“Can you blame me?” I replied.
“No, not really,” Megan said.
I took a moment to clear my head. I always tried to. Sex made me stupid. I now had Megan, and (sorta) Delilah to help cover me if I was being stupid, but still, it was good to make the effort. “Okay, can we trade after we have sex? Because I’m not going to be able to focus, and I don’t want you taking a
dvantage of the fact that I’d just want to get through the trading for sex.”
She laughed loudly. “You’re a bit smarter than I thought. Okay, fair enough. But…” She frowned, crossing her arms. “I’m out of condoms. I don’t suppose you have any?”
“I don’t,” I replied. “We don’t use them.”
“No surprise there, I guess.”
“Would it help put your mind at ease if I proved that I have a birth control implant in my cock?” I asked.
“Yes, actually,” she replied. “Honestly, I’d be willing to roll the dice just a little if that was the case. You look like you can really fuck.”
“Good God, can he ever,” Delilah said.
“Like I said, they really like you.” Dana walked forward and took my hand. Her skin was warm and soft. “Come along then, Chris. Let’s treat each other to some pleasure before our business.” She began leading me deeper into the house.
I looked at the others. Delilah was nothing but excited. Megan looked slightly apprehensive, but also aroused, so that was good.
Dana took me back to the master bedroom, which had a decent queen-size in it. We took a moment to get it ready while Megan and Delilah found some chairs and got settled. I set my pack off to one side of the room while Dana set hers off to the other, in clear view. I’d had encounters like this before and they were almost universally pleasant. Especially so if the woman was clearly competent and knew what she was doing, and not just in bed, either. Dana was obviously a survivor, well-versed in what it took to stay alive and navigate this awful new world. Maybe not even just navigate it, but thrive in it.
Not to be too cocky, but I saw a lot of myself in Dana.
I got out two bottles of water and my own bar of soap and washrag, and saw her doing the same. She thanked me for providing the water, then proceeded to strip down along with me. There was a quickness to our movements, and I was glad to see she was as excited about this whole thing as I was. I watched her clothes come off her body. Her boots were kicked off, her coat unzipped and tossed aside, then the tight sweater beneath that, and the t-shirt underneath that. Her pants came off, then the thermal underwear.
Stripped down to her bare essentials, I saw I was right about her body. She had a good build, and some nice muscle definition. She looked like she might have a real shot at taking me on in one-on-one combat, so I was interested to see how that translated to sex. I stripped down similarly, and then felt a fresh wave of longing and desire roll over me as her sports bra came off. Oh wow those were some awesome tits.
Really beautiful, firm, c-cups topped by wonderfully pink nipples.
“Oh my God, you are so hot naked,” Delilah murmured.
“Thank you, I’m sure you are, too,” Dana replied as her panties came off, revealing a pussy with a small, surprisingly well-maintained bush of blonde public hair.
Her socks stayed on, as did mine.
My boxers came off, and she smirked. “Okay, yeah. Nice,” she said.
I gripped my cock, which was rock-solid by now, and angled it up. “See the gold?”
“Yeah, I do. Okay, you got that gold mesh whatever. Yeah, I’ve heard of those. All right, we’re good,” she said.
“Awesome,” I replied, and quickly began to wash up.
“You’re eager, huh?” she asked. “Not getting enough from these two?”
“He’s getting plenty from us,” Megan replied with irritation that might have been real or mock, I honestly couldn’t tell.
“He’s just a whore,” Delilah added.
Dana laughed and I shrugged. “Guilty as charged.”
“Most of us are whores,” Dana said. “Sex feels good. Not too much feels good nowadays. If you can fuck, why not do it?”
“My point exactly,” I said as I washed up.
EIGHT
Within a few minutes we were on the bed, totally naked (save for our socks), and embracing.
There it was: that thrill of hooking up with a brand new woman. And I had to admit, it was, in a certain way, more powerful because we had just met. I had to remember to thank Delilah for so successfully managing to turn this sexual. I had intended to at least broach the topic, because Dana just had that vibe about her, but Delilah was something else.
I explored Dana’s very pale body with enthusiasm, first cupping one of her breasts for a moment as our lips met and our tongues began to dance together and I tasted her taste for the first time. She had a dark flavor that was just a little sweet. She moaned in obvious satisfaction and enjoyment as we touched, and I knew how she felt.
There was something they called ‘skin hunger’, which sounded like something out of a fucking horror movie, but it was basically just the need to be physically close to another human being. Not even sexual, just a hug, an embrace, being touched. It was practically a biological need. I’d gone without for long stretches of time, and the hit of pure satisfaction and pleasure that came from even just touching naked was almost an overdose at times.
I wondered how long it had been for Dana.
My hands slipped over her body, down her arm, appreciating the feel of her decently-developed bicep and tricep there, then lower, to the curve of her firm hip, back around to the smooth, nicely-padded perfection that was her ass.
This woman had a fit ass.
I thought she was about my age, but I wouldn’t be surprised to find her a decade or more older. Definitely not younger. She pushed herself against me as she started touching my dick, making out with me harder, more intensely. So, she wanted more.
Okay, I could take a hint.
I slipped my hand between her firm, fit thighs and found her clit. She let out a loud, almost startled moan as I began to rub it.
“Aw yeah! Right there! That is the fucking spot!” she moaned, laying on her back suddenly and opening her legs. “Oh wow, I’ve been...whew! Been a little bit!” she panted as I pleasured her. “I think I, um, I think...oh shit!” she screamed and jerked violently as an orgasm popped into existence. Okay, so it had been awhile.
Goddamn.
She came hard as I kissed her again and continued fingering her, rubbing her clit vigorously as she screamed into my mouth, grabbing me, holding me, kissing me. It was a heavenly experience, and as soon as she was done coming, I slipped my finger into her fantastically wet opening and started fucking her with it.
Something I’d learned: when a woman was coming, or on her way to coming, don’t change what you were doing unless she specifically told you to.
Wait until after.
“Oh fuck yeah!” she cried as I hit that oh so sensitive spot that I seemed pretty good at finding, and I kept on hitting it, kissing her furiously as she writhed and twisted. After another minute or so, she stopped me suddenly. “Do you eat pussy?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Oh fuck, please eat me. Eat me until I come and I’ll let you fucking bust inside of me as deep and as hard as you want,” she said.
“Deal,” I replied immediately.
I pulled my finger out of her and got down between her athletic thighs, then set right to work. I wanted to drain my nuts directly into this beautiful blonde.
I spread the taut lips of her pussy and dove right in, massaging her clit with the tip of it and getting her right back to moaning loudly and writhing around on the bed. Dana was certainly an enthusiastic lover. There were some women who were awkward and tried to be quiet or to keep from moving around too much and I always had to encourage them to let loose a little. I mean sometimes, yeah, it was polite to keep quiet, but not when we were in the middle of nowhere. It was nice to be able to just fucking cut loose.
Dana had no problem doing that, obviously.
I kept tonguing her clit, hoping that Megan and Delilah were enjoying the show. Well, I knew Delilah was.
Still wasn’t sure if this was making Megan jealous or angry.
I hoped not.
But my focus was too on Dana right now. I kept going, licking and licking, lavishing he
r in bliss, trying hard to get her off. I wanted inside of her bad, but I also wanted to give her another orgasm for its own sake.
Making women come was its own reward.
I got my wish maybe a minute later after stroking her clit with my tongue solidly, alternating between fast and slow.
She sucked in a deep breath and the scream that followed was crazy as she started coming hard. She orgasmed intensely, her thigh muscles tensing up, her whole body going rigid and then convulsing. She made a strange almost gagging sound as she came, somewhere deep in her throat, and a hot gush of clear sex juices came out of her as I sat back and watched the spectacle. Dana was the kind of girl that I knew I was really lucky to have met and convinced to fuck me. I mean, I felt that way about basically all of them, but I could tell she was something special.
Not to throw shade at Delilah or Megan.
Once she was done coming, panting, she looked up at me and said, “Get the fuck inside me right now, dammit.”
That was an order I could comply with immediately.
I got up in between those fit thighs and slipped my cock right into her. Holy shit, she was wet. And tight! Damn! I slid slowly into that pussy, settling my hands on her firm hips as I looked down and watched myself disappear into her.
The pleasure and the intensity of it was unreal.
“Oh yeah that’s so good…” she moaned as I penetrated her.
I looked up her smooth body, her stomach, her excellent rack, her seductive, almost dangerous-looking face, loving the way she opened her mouth and squeezed her eyes shut while grasping at the blankets to either side of her. Like she couldn’t contain the pleasure roaring through her. For the first minutes, she laid there and let me screw her, her legs opened wide, enjoying it as much as I was. Watching her tits bounce in sync with my thrusting was almost hypnotic. And then, after several minutes, she seemed to come more alive again.
“Come on,” she said, her eyes snapping open suddenly, “harder. More.”
“You asked for it,” I replied. I grabbed one of her legs and brought it up, folding her, and then started hammering away at her pussy harder and faster with the new angle this afforded me. She let out a loud yell of pleasure.