by Victor Cruz
Catalina had her seatbelt on, but pounded on the ceiling, “This is what I’m talking about Devereaux!”
There was a trailer unattached from a semi toppled over on the right side of the road a mile ahead as they rapidly approached. Catalina wasn’t paying attention so much as to the building that was off in the distance.
“Is that a strip club?” Catalina asked before saying the name of the sign out loud. “The Kitty Kat Pole. Yup. That’s definitely a strip club.”
The building looked to have a light fixture on it that was purple, pink and black that stood out against the pitch-black building. The fixture was unlit, but the building itself stood out in the sunlight against the otherwise dull open grassy fields of grass. Maxson was surprised at how nice it was considering how it was out in the middle of nowhere.
“Maxson!” Catalina yelled and gasped.
Maxson looked back to the road and saw something stumble out from the side of the toppled trailer. It was one of the dead and they were seconds from hitting it dead on. Veering to the left, caused him to instantly begin to lose control of the Comanche at the speed they were going.
“HOLLLDD ONNN!” Maxson yelled out with his hands taking back control of the steering wheel. Trying to fight the turning of the vehicle, Maxson gave into the resistance, fearing that he would send the car flipping over and rolling a handful of times. The Comanche’s tires squealed and squawked over the concrete beneath it until they began to jackknife down the road. Maxson took control of the wheel and gave it a light turn to allow the car to go backwards. It whip-tailed backwards to roll to a slow stop almost half a mile away from where the walking corpse next to the turned over trailer surprised them.
Both of them had pushed themselves back into their own seats and their eyes were wide opened staring ahead. Maxson’s arm was over the center console armrest and was reaching over it to use his arm and hand as an extra harness to Catalina. His hand was on her heaving chest and he could feel by the softness that he was holding one of her large breasts. Catalina slowly looked down at his hand that was on her, but was still catching her breath.
Both of them had adrenaline pumping through their blood as their lungs expanded to catch their breaths. Maybe it was the oxygen deprivation or the coursing rushing fluid going through his veins, but Maxson’s hand didn’t drop from her breasts. Instead, his fingers lightly trailed down the curvature of it, tips grazing over her hard-erect nipples that poked through the top of her tank top. He knew he shouldn’t be touching her like this and by the way she spoke, he could tell Catalina knew she shouldn’t be liking.
“Maxson…” Catalina whispered in protest. One of her hands still clenching the door handle, while the other was on the armrest between them. Her eyes rested down on his hand on her chest, offering up no physical objection. “What about Belle?”
“She’s not mine and she’s not here. We are,” Maxson said. He removed his seatbelt with his hand still on her breasts and massaging it. Even in his big hand, they were too big for him to hold.
“But…” She began.
Maxson’s hand squeezed her breast firmly, but not harshly to silence her. His hard thumb and calloused finger twirling her sharp nipple through the thick material of her top.
“Maxson…” This time, she moaned out his name. Her eyes drifted over to him and looked at him in a way that Maxson had never seen before. Dilated brown pupils glimmered as she stared right back at him and her hand left the door handle to unclick her seatbelt. Her other hand that was on the armrest slowly pulled it up to remove the only obstruction in between them.
Maxson then reached over with both of his hands and gripped at her tank top, “You are not going to fuck Konrad.”
“And why not?” Catalina taunted.
“Because I am going to fuck you.” He said it firmly and with a territorial conviction.
“Do it already, then,” Catalina had turned herself towards him to give him better access.
Maxson’s hands parted and with gripping fingers tore her tank top right down the middle. Her braless bare breasts were as ample as they were stunningly perky. They hung high on her chest and their natural size were like two teardrops that were permanently squeezed together. Maxson couldn’t contain his reaction to his new discovery. “Oh my god…”
Maxson quickly stripped off his top half of his clothing and leaned over the armrest to grab Catalina’s breasts and stick his face in between them. Eagerly forgetting to park the car it rolled for a foot before he stopped and returned back to her. Catalina followed suit and started to take off unbuttoned shirt and tank top with Maxson’s lips around her nipples. His teeth nipping as he suckled upon her areola, his hands holding them firmly as he switched between them.
“Mmm… feels so nnnice, mmm,” Catalina moaned. Her hands were rubbing at the back of his hair grazing his scalp softly with her fingernails. Pinned against the door of the car and Maxson encroaching on her side of the car she had submitted.
Maxson climbed on top of her with his hands still pawing and he could feel her hands reach for his belt buckle. He leaned down, letting his lips press against hers for the first time. They had kissed one another on the cheek plenty of times over the years at family events such as thanksgiving and Christmas when they would actually see one another, but never had they embraced one another like this.
The belt was unfastened and pulled open with the button of his jeans. The zipper came down just as fast and Catalina shoved her hand into the front of his boxer briefs to grab ahold of his package. Her fingers felt just as small as Belle’s as it squeezed, their lips finally releasing from one another’s.
“Oh my god…” Her words echoed his own as she admired his endowment like had admired hers. Her eyes were lit up and looking up at Maxson in a submissive way that he was not used to.
Maxson finally released her breasts and grabbed at the waist of her pants as she worked his own down simultaneously. They wrestled with one another to strip one another down and Maxson could feel the flesh between his legs releasing from the constraints of his cotton garments. The coolness of the fall air against his member contrasted by her warm hand returning to grab him and tug at him like she was shifting the gear to the Comanche they were both inside of. Her small warm hand stroking at his hardening flesh caused him to groan in satisfaction.
He gently pushed her back into the seat with his pants at his knees and pressing against the front of the seat. One hand reached down to recline the seat back and she fell back. Her breast bounced and when he tugged her pants down her legs they jiggled. He was able to pull them over her hiking boots, which was the only thing she wore. Spitting into his palm, he rubbed his saliva over the knob of his head while staring at Catalina’s nude form.
Her breasts were the supplest and most perfectly shaped pair that he had ever seen and made her tummy look flat on her voluptuous figure. Her firm ass was plentiful that it could be seen smashed under her thick and athletic thighs. Her soft curves were aesthetically disproportionate from her otherwise firm body and just staring at her made the tip of his member leak.
Done wasting time, Maxson mounted his widowed sister-in-law. The woman that he had known for years and if not for the end of the world, and the death of Mason, would have been forever forbidden from him.
Maxson lowered his strong and heavy form down on top of her and with a hand wrapped around himself, found her entrance. As beautiful as she was, Maxson couldn’t look at her as began to penetrate her. He might have stopped himself, but her inner warmth was like a trap and he was her victim.
“Oh god… Maxson…” Catalina cooed with caution. “Slow down… you’re too big.”
“You can take it…” Maxson eased himself slowly into her while on top of her wriggling body. Towering on top of her he was able to pin her against the car seat to push himself deeper inside.
Catalina’s moans paused with each inch as she spoke in Spanish. “¡Ugh-Ay…Qué-Ugh… Rico-Ugh!”
“That’s right, take ev
ery inch,” Maxson said through his clenched teeth. He could feel his full length driving nearly entirely into her and her gushing entrance lubricating his shaft.
“¡Agh-Agh-Aghhhh!” Catalina’s moans were thick with her Spanish accent as she lost control of herself and began to climax from his size alone.
Maxson growled as he relentlessly began to pummel himself inside of her through her climax. His hips smashing her against the seat beneath him while she thrashed to free herself from her own euphoric prison. He reached down to grab at a handful of her breast while he pounded her roughly against the car. Her face pushed against his chest with him leaning entirely over the seat so neither of them had to look one another in the face. Somehow sensing that Catalina needed the lack of intimacy as much as he did.
The car was rocking and the seat was shaking to the point where Maxson was worried about the durability of the shocks. He leaned himself up and unsheathed himself from her gaping warmth making her eyes bulge open momentarily as she looked at him with abandonment.
“Get in the back seat,” Maxson ordered her around like he knew she wanted him to. She was always in charge of everything, but was the type of woman that yearned to be directed by somebody in charge.
Catalina’s eyes flashed at his demands and still in her hiking boots and ankle socks, climbed to the spacious backseat. Maxson was instantly on top of her and pushed her over the seat, with his hard shaft rubbing against her big, firm ass which Latina women have been known to have. Being manhandled made Catalina moan in excitement.
Maxson leaned down to growl into her ear. “You are a Devereaux-woman… understand me?”
Her long black hair whipped over her shoulders when she looked back to show her provoking amber colored eyes. Pursed lips gave silence and that would the wrong answer for Maxson as his hand reached down and cracked her full rear harshly. The slapping of her firm ass echoed in the back seat of the parked Comanche.
“I asked you a question, you fucking naughty little girl, do you understand what I am saying?” Maxson barked, and gave her ass another firm spank.
“Nngh….” She groaned and bit her lip, causing her words to be meek and muffled. “..yes.”
Maxson grabbed a handful of her black hair and clenched it through his fingers before snapping her head back. Her back arched and her breast pushed out as he pulled her up to his lips.
“Louder,” Maxson’s only word.
“Yes…sir, I mean, I understand, Maxson…” Catalina was looking up at him with a mouth that was open and her ass rubbing around at his hard flesh attempting to beckon him to return inside of her.
Maxson’s hand came down to slap roughly at her ass with him still holding her hair firmly. She moaned and squealed from the pain mixed with the pleasure until she purred under his soothing rubbing palm where he slapped. His hand squeezed just as roughly as he had slapped and he offered up one final word to her to ensure she knew what he meant.
“Mine,” Maxson stated firmly and dominantly.
“Yours,” Catalina said softly and submissively.
Maxson pushed her chest and face against the back seat and shoved himself into her. He was able to get himself deep within the first stroke this time and began to ram himself into her from behind with brutish power. Her ass jiggled and bounced against his thrusting hips and she gripped at the seats as best she could. Her orgasms were multiple under his merciless plowing and her moans were straining and becoming raspy.
“¡Ay… Mason… Ay!” Catalina said and continued to moan and groan. Either not noticing her own slip up, or in such ecstasy that she had lost all inhibitions.
Maxson heard her say his brother’s name and it was cold reminder of what this was. His brother would always be her true love and he could only hope to become her lover. His hips never faded and in fact, only became rougher at hearing his brother’s name out of anger.
The car continued to rock back in forth in the middle of the backroad of the country. Fogged windows dripping from steam and filling with the odor of bodies mixing in a sex cocktail. Enthralled so much with one another that they wouldn’t even notice the corpse banging on the window trying to feast on their steaming bodies. The same one that had surprised them half a mile away and finally made its way to them to be only dismissively unnoticed.
It wouldn’t be until after they finished their backseat romp that they would kill it. Afterwards, hopping back into the Comanche to have another go at one another for a second round.
Ol’ Henry’s surprise
It had been a few days since Maxson and Catalina came back from their lakeside resort reconnaissance mission. Their relationship hadn’t been strained, but they had kept away from one another as a way to protect themselves in an unspoken agreement. After she called his brother’s name out in the Comanche, Maxson figured it was best to protect himself from getting too attached. Unfortunately, the Parson Farm was far too small to stay out of one another’s way for too long.
Colton and Diego had explained that they witnessed the creatures in the construction pit in Greenbrook tearing apart more. There were at least four of them being eaten by the others and it was becoming concerning. It could be possibly nothing, but taking them out would leave nothing to chance and Maxson was considering it.
A few weeks had passed and Maxson had since made through with his promise to show Belle how to handle herself with the help of Reggie. The ex-street brawler had shadow boxed with her with open palms for a full seven rounds and had concluded that she had good stamina, but lousy footwork.
“So how do you fix that?” Belle asked.
“Jump rope,” Reggie simply said.
“You’re kidding me,” Maxson surprisingly said.
“Don’t knock the jump rope, Maxson. She needs bounce,” Reggie said to Maxson before turning to Belle. “..and with some drills you can also work on getting those feet moving.”
“Do we have jump ropes here?” Belle wondered.
“Yup. I’ll be right back,” Maxson said walking off and returning a few minutes later with rope. Tossing one to Belle, one to Reggie and keeping one for himself. “Rope that you jump. See? Jump rope.”
“Nice,” Reggie seemed halfway amused.
“So corny,” Belle said with a roll of her eyes, but her snicker betrayed her words. “So how long do we go for?”
Reggie began to hop with the rope and it was obvious at the speed he went that he was a pro. “As fast as you can and as long as you can.”
They both began and Maxson soon realized very fast how much more difficult it was for him to simply jump up and down. Reggie was showing them different motions to move their feet and they began to shadow him after he moved out in front of them while jump roping the entire time. They went for ten minutes and Maxson began to sweat, but after twenty minutes, Maxson felt the burn. His long hair only increasing the heat on his neck and shoulder.
Reggie whose muscles had years to form under hundreds of hours of practice never missed a beat. Belle’s slim frame made it easier for her to bounce, even if she tripped up from time to time. Maxson finally stopped and took his shirt slowly to take time to rest his calves.
“Quitting so early?” Reggie asked Maxson.
“Oh c’mon! We barely have started!” Belle joined in on giving Maxson grief.
“Quit? A Devereaux-man never quits,” Maxson regretted his words as he went back to jumping.
Henry could be heard banging away in the barn on the school bus and semi still. The barn was in lots of ways, nicer than the home and gave just enough room for him to work on both of them inside with the semi sticking out the front. He would place a plastic tarp over the opened doors to cover the front from the rain, but he essentially lived inside. Slug or Diego would sometimes visit him to either ask him a question of how to fix something or to borrow a tool from him in a way to check on him. Mabel had been going in at night and they had both shacked up out there with Achilles always trailing close behind her. Suzie had told the group that Henry was hoping
to surprise everyone soon with what he was working on, even though she didn’t know what it was. Maxson was beginning to miss the old man and thought about going to visit him, or else he was just attempting to find a way to justify ending the burning in his calves.
“I don’t understand, why aren’t you showing me how to use my fists? Like how to fight,” Belle asked Reggie as she continued to bounce with ease.
“Only I, use my fist, baby doll,” Reggie’s consistent speed was impressive and it was clear that he was showboating for them. “This is all about making you agile, quick and mobile. Things you already have in spades; you just need to harness it right.”
“I still don’t really understand,” Belle confusedly responded.
“Give these drills time. Next time we spar. You’ll know what I mean, I promise,” Reggie reassured her. “Maxson, how we doing? I’m honestly impressed how much bounce are still left in those springs.”
“Okay, I quit. I’m too old for this then.” He stopped and walked off with Belle and Reggie playfully laughing in the background at him. Maxson slumped his muscular form to the ground holding no guilt for quitting within. Watching Belle jumping up and down was enough to make any man stop what he was doing to watch. Her plump rear bouncing up and down in her shorts and her perky breasts doing the same on her chest. Her glow was radiant and she looked younger, but more mature than last time he noticed her. She always had a pleasant smile on her face that always filled him with a vibrant youthful feeling. Then, the Spanish accent came slicing through his peaceful bliss like a conquistador’s sword.
“Maxson? Where is the pickup truck?” Catalina’s voice sounded strained. Inez was standing next to her with a towel in her hand and was staring at Reggie jump roping with nostalgia. Her toughness broken by Reggie’s rippled body.
“Why would I know?” Maxson asked with pent up attitude for some unknown reason. Correcting himself he gave her the real answer in a normal tone. “I mean I don’t know.”
