by Misty Vixen
“Yeah! Right there! Fuck!” she shouted.
I pounded her brains out, feeling that hot, wet sheath of absolute pleasure enveloping my cock each time I thrust down into her. I could hear the bed squeaking and groaning as we fucked, feel us moving it with our actions. I was totally enraptured by her, by everything about her. She reached up and gripped my arms for a moment as we screwed furiously, and suddenly she squeezed. “Doggystyle!” she said at once.
Not wanting to pull out, I pushed her leg over and down until she was lying on her side. Immediately, she could tell what I was doing and worked with me. We got her rolled onto her stomach, my cock still inside of her, and then up we went so that she was on all fours and I was on my knees behind her, and as soon as I was in place I immediately started hitting it again. She let out a loud, shouting moan of pure ecstasy as I dicked her brains out, shoving my whole steel-hard cock into her tight, raw vagina.
“YES! YES! FUCK! YES! GODDAMNIT! RIGHT THERE! DON’T YOU FUCKING STOP!” she screamed at me at the top of her lungs.
I didn’t. I stepped it up, grabbing her firm hips and putting one foot up so that I had better leverage. Grabbing her tightly, I resumed hammering the absolute fuck out of her and she let out a loud shriek of bliss.
I’m not sure which one of us came first, but I think it was her.
Either way, it was a near thing.
She had another gusher of an orgasm, squirting all over my dick and balls and lower belly and inner thighs as I started shooting my load into her. I was transported to another realm, a place of total, clean, raw ecstasy. It was a place I didn’t get to visit too often, (though far more often over the past two years). It was the realm of absolute pleasure that was generated when I was shooting my load into the unprotected pussy of a woman I had never made love with before.
It was heaven, plain and simple.
I came hard into her, my whole body going rigid as I dug my fingertips into her hips, feeling her smooth, firm body. My seed pumped out of me and into her in hard contractions, my cock jerking and kicking and spasming, each twitch sending a shockwave of blinding pleasure rupturing through me. I groaned loudly, the whole world fading away as I hunched over her, losing myself utterly in the orgasm, in the way it felt to shoot my load directly into unprotected pussy. Certainly it was a trick, my body believing that its basic function of reproduction was being satisfied, but goddamn what a fucking trick it was.
Sometime later, I was finished, and came back to myself.
We were both panting and sweaty, and I looked down at my cock still inside of her, at the swell of her fit ass, the curve of her hips up to her narrowing waistline.
God but was she a beautiful fucking woman.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered, the first to break the silence. “Oh yeah, that was worth it.”
“Worth what?” I groaned as I pulled out of her.
She immediately got onto her back while grabbing a washcloth she’d set aside and began cleaning herself up. “Waiting. I’ve passed up the last three fucking morons who came my way. Two of them were actually hot, but they were so fucking stupid and full of themselves, so cocky with so much swagger, God it’s such a fucking turn-off.”
“Not to most women, apparently,” I replied.
“Fine, to women with a fucking brain,” she said, rolling her eyes. She looked down. “Are you fucking kidding me? How much did you fucking come?!” she asked.
Delilah laughed loudly. “A lot,” she said.
“Fuck me, that’s a lot,” Dana muttered as she kept cleaning up. “Well, whatever, still worth it.”
“My turn,” Delilah said as she got up and took off her shirt. As her bra came off, Dana looked over and let out a low whistle.
“Good God do you have nice tits,” she said.
“Thank you,” Delilah replied with a demure smile.
I started getting ready for another threesome, hoping I had the stamina.
~
Megan, Delilah, and I fucked.
Dana watched, and ended up masturbating to it, and that was fucking hot.
And then, after we were done with that, I got up and started a fire in the wood-burning stove in the kitchen, because apparently none of us had remembered to start a fire. Normally I’m not so careless, but, well…
Sex makes you stupid.
Once the fire was going and we were all cleaned up, the four of us sat around and spent some time negotiating.
“Consider yourselves lucky,” Dana said as she walked back into the bedroom and set down a suitcase. “I wasn’t going to show off my good stock, but that was some good sex and honestly, I’m getting nice vibes from you.”
“Thank you, we appreciate it,” I replied.
I noticed that she had a pistol on her hip now and I imagined she was a quick draw. But that was just the way things went and I didn’t begrudge it.
“What are you after?” she asked as she set down her suitcase, unzipped it, and opened it up.
“Food, mostly,” I replied. “We need food.”
“Well, lucky you. I found a stash of food at the gas station.”
“Fuck, I knew there was something there,” Delilah muttered.
“Bring me your packs,” I replied as I got my own and started digging.
I spent the next several minutes sorting through all of our gear. We didn’t exactly have a lot that I was willing to part with. Ultimately I decided there was nothing we should part with from the girls’ backpacks and just drew from my own.
I set down the water purification tablets I’d found, a random assortment of spare clothes that didn’t fit any of us quite well, the pocket knife I’d found earlier, a box of ten matches, a bottle containing five painkillers and five antibiotics, and, after some consideration, one of the hand-rolled blunts.
“Hmm…” Dana said after looking it over. She sighed, and it wasn’t a good one. “I’m not trying to be a bitch or anything, but this isn’t going to get a significant amount of food. Even with the sex. However...I did notice a few big bottles in your pack, Chris. What are they?”
I hesitated, glancing at Delilah, then Megan. Delilah shrugged, Megan stared at me for a moment, then sighed and nodded.
I pulled the bottles out. One was the little under halfway gone bottle of wine, the other was the unopened bottle of vodka.
“Okay, give me this stuff, with that vodka, and I can negotiate a fair amount,” she said, eyeing the bottle immediately.
“Ugh, fuck,” Megan muttered.
“We need the food,” I said apologetically.
“I know, I know. Probably better off without it, to be honest. And you’re giving up some of your weed and we’ll still have the wine, it’s fine, go ahead,” she replied.
“Delilah?” I asked.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” she replied.
I set the unopened bottle of vodka down with the other stuff and then we spent another ten minutes figuring out exactly how much that was going to get us.
In the end, I thought it was a fair amount. The problem with trading was that different things had different values to different people. This could be awesome, or lame. Some people were smart, and recognized this, so they’d trade for something even if they themselves had no personal use for it, but not everyone was like this.
We managed to get five days’ of food, and this time I was actually more sure it was five days of food. Mostly it was in the form of surplus cans of meat, veggies, and soups, with a few other random things thrown in.
I distributed the weight among our three packs, and Dana seemed happy that now she could fit what was left from the suitcase and the stuff she’d gotten from us into her own backpack.
“You want a suitcase, ‘cause frankly I’m sick of hauling it around,” she said.
“I don’t think we want to haul it around either,” I replied. “That’s the irritating thing about traveling everywhere.”
We finished packing our stuff up.
The winds still shrieked outside.
I sighed and got comfortable. “Where you from?” I asked.
“Nevada,” she replied.
“What’d you do there?”
She looked at me for a moment, as if trying to judge something, then a look of ‘eh, fuck it’ seemed to come across her face.
“A few things,” she replied. “Waitress for awhile, mostly in Vegas. Then I was a prostitute. High class one, too.”
“I believe it,” I said. “You are so hot.” Maybe I’d been wrong that most men wouldn’t find her conventionally attractive. It was really hard to tell. Then again, I did think that there was a lot more to attitude and how you carried yourself than most people thought. Plus, it was absolutely amazing what people had been able to do with makeup and clothes back before the collapse. I wondered if she’d looked vastly different while on the job.
That’d be a shame.
“Thanks,” she replied easily. “After that I got into designing websites. Then I was a trophy wife for three years.”
“Holy shit, really?” Megan asked.
Dana laughed. “Yep. Some high roller comes in while I was gambling, sees me, falls bang in love. He’s some CEO, bigshot millionaire. Starts asking after me, I decided ‘hey, he’s kinda hot, not too old, actually doesn’t seem like a total douchebag for a rich guy’, and I figured, worst case scenario, I get some really expensive dinners out of it. Turns out, we got along. A month later, he proposes, tells me he’ll take care of me. I actually really liked him, and I was kind of tired of hustling. It was getting harder to pay the bills, so I said yes. We had a Vegas wedding.”
“So what happened?” Delilah asked.
“Two and a half years in, he wants a kid. I’m less than sure about having kids but I figure I’d at least entertain the notion. Being big money, we had access to doctors and tests and that was when I found out that I had wasted fucking years on birth control.”
“You...can’t conceive?” Megan asked.
“Nope. Infertile,” she replied.
“Shit...I’m sorry,” I said.
She shrugged. “Don’t be. I know it’s a really big deal for some women, and my heart absolutely goes out to them, but honestly, I don’t want a kid. I can say that for sure now. I mean, obviously right now yeah, but even then, when I got the news, I wasn’t upset. He was, though. It was kind of a deal-breaker. So we got divorced. I went back to Vegas and became a card shark.”
“How’d you get out here?” I asked.
She sighed. “Kinda just a lot of shit. I’m honestly not big on talking about my past. That’s more than most anyone has ever gotten out of me since this whole thing went down. For now, I like traveling, I like trading, and I’m good at staying alive.” She shrugged.
“Fair enough,” I replied.
“What about you three?” she asked.
The storm raged on, and Megan, Delilah, and I took turns telling her about ourselves while we waited for it to die off.
NINE
The storm lasted about another two hours in full effect, and then it took another half-hour to finally die off completely.
As far as being stormed in went, it was a pretty good experience.
And it wasn’t just because of the sex.
I mean yeah, that was fucking great. Absolutely stellar. But meeting someone new was often its own reward, and only became more rewarding the more I liked them. And I liked Dana a lot. She was sharp, smart, articulate, and honestly just really confident. Some people just were, like they were born with it. I could never fully tell if they were faking it or not, but I think it was more that they lacked some genetic factor for worry or anxiety.
Confidence ultimately derives from a question: how well can I handle this situation? Whatever the situation is. Even people who learned how to be confident, or grew more confident in their abilities, or faked it, still had that worry in the back of their head probably for a long time. Maybe forever. I know I did.
But I think in cases like Dana, and this could be wild speculation: she just didn’t get that emotional kick of worry.
Some people were lucky, in that they were free of more irritating aspects of the human condition. I’d met one or two people who weren’t afraid to die. Genuinely. They weren’t suicidal, they weren’t depressed, and they’d be glad to go on living for decades. It was just that the fear of dying actually did not bother them, even when it was bearing down on them. I think it was a quirk of either genetics or maybe the way they grew up, or a combination of the two. It wasn’t that they had decided to choose not to be afraid of death, it was more that the fear just didn’t arrive.
It must be nice.
“Any chance you’d consider traveling with us?” I asked as the storm finally died off and we were left with an almost eerie silence that always followed.
Dana smiled. “There’s a part of me that would really enjoy traveling with the three of you and getting fucked every day by you specifically...but I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline. I’m a loner.” She offered her hand as we stood by the front door of the house. I’d pulled the chair away. “This is where we part ways. It’s been an actually quite nice experience.”
“Same,” I said, shaking it.
“You look really good fucking,” Delilah said.
“So do you,” Dana replied, smirking a little.
“Good luck out there,” Megan said.
“To you as well.” Dana pulled on her hat, then stepped outside, looked around, and began walking away, towards the highway.
I watched her go out the window for several minutes, just in case anything was waiting out there, but she disappeared from sight without incident.
“She was nice,” Delilah said.
“Yeah,” Megan replied. “Now what?”
I glanced at her. “I just wanted to ask once...are you really okay with all that?”
Delilah looked at her, too. Megan looked at Delilah, then at me, and crossed her arms. She sighed. “Okay, I’ll admit to some jealously. Dana was...intimidating. And you obviously were super into her. And you asked her to join us without asking us if we wanted that first.”
Oh shit. I had done that.
“Fuck,” I said, “I’m sorry. I...wasn’t thinking.”
Megan stared at me for a moment, her expression hard, and I knew right away she was deciding whether or not I was telling the truth or just covering my own ass. She must have decided I was telling the truth, because she relaxed, and even a small smile came onto her face. “Yeah, fair enough. If I knew sex with her was on the table, I’d be a little stupid, too.”
I laughed, relieved. “That tends to happen to me.” I paused. “I’m sorry it made you jealous. I wasn’t trying to.”
She sighed and shook her head, staring at the ceiling in irritation for a moment. “I know. I didn’t think you were. That’s the problem with jealousy, it’s fucking dumb and doesn’t listen to logic. But whatever, it’s not a big deal. I’ll be fine. And it was fun.”
I relaxed, relieved. “It was. Now, let’s search this place and see if she missed anything, then we can finish this little journey.”
~
Either Dana had gotten to the house in time to search it top-to-bottom, or there just hadn’t been much left from a few years of wandering hands, because Delilah and I picked over the small place and found nothing worthwhile.
I wasn’t too dejected, though.
We had our food. Not exactly a long-term solution, but there was no such thing while living on the road. You just had to keep finding more food. One of the reasons people didn’t like doing it. Could be scary, but it could also be quite the thrill.
After the search, we headed outside, confirmed we were yet still alone, then got to it.
The walk took longer than I thought it might.
It was a pleasant walk, though I was cold by the time we had finally scaled the rise in the land and arrived at the cabin beside the radio tower. The tower itself was a large, imposing monolith of frozen, gleaming steel, rising blindly
into the sky a good forty or fifty feet. Staring up at it, I wondered if it had any use any longer, or, barring that, when was the last time it had provided its basic function for someone.
The cabin was in decent enough condition, and it looked like no one had been up here for awhile. The three of us began our preparations for bedding down, because I could use a rest, and for some reason, it felt right to stay here for the night.
After securing the area, Delilah and I searched it top-to-bottom while Megan got first a fire, then dinner, going. There was no one around, including wildlife, and although the place had obviously been visited more than once, we found a few goodies tucked away in the forgotten spaces. There was a slim paperback that was mostly intact, a lighter that I gave to Delilah, since she didn’t have her own yet and it was still half full with juice that still burned, a few empty cans, and some clothes that could come in useful in a few ways.
After that, I spent an hour moving around in the nearest wooded area, gathering up firewood for the rest of the day and the night. When I’d secured a decent haul, I went back to the cabin, sat down with the ladies, and we all started going over our gear. I wanted to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be, and to perform maintenance on whatever we could. Mostly, that was guns and clothes.
We didn’t talk much throughout the whole ordeal, which suited me, because while I was doing all of this almost meditative stuff, my mind was working. I was turning over that conversation with Tanner in my head, but also considering other things. My own thoughts, notions, and perhaps even philosophies.
Inasmuch as I could be said to have those.
I was good at survival, but I didn’t think I was brainy enough to be philosophical. At least not meaningfully.
What I found myself coming back to was an almost startling realization that I’d had a few months back, before I had met Megan and Delilah.
While walking a highway, a different one, I had met a beautiful woman at a gas station. Her name was Mary, and she’d made a similar deal with me that Delilah had now: get her to civilization and she’ll fuck me real good.