by Victor Cruz
“Ohhh fuck… yeah he is….,” Maxson lost himself in the moment as he crashed his hips harshly into Belle’s from above. His hand came down and took a handful of her firm perky ass and squeezed the plump amount of feminine flesh. “Boy has no idea of what he is missing.”
“Ugh…. Ugh… ah….” Belle began to stiffen up and her chest expanded while she took a deep breath.
“Look at this Dustin. I’m making her cum,” Maxson growled. “You have no idea what you’re missing… and what you’ll never have.”
Fuck you, Dustin. Fuck you! This is for Howard! This is for Marge! Maxson might have been lying to himself, but he needed something to justify his actions. Marge was self-explanatory, but connecting the Wonderkid nickname to Dustin and Howard might have been a stretch. In the end, Maxson had so much pent up rage for the scrawnier man that he didn’t need much explanation and it worked.
“Ffffuck!” Belle said suddenly and loosened at the end of her climax.
Maxson could see Dustin becoming disgusted by his vile act. It was exactly what Maxson wanted. Each time he thought of Belle, he wanted this moment to be etched in the back of his mind. Each time Dustin saw him around the farm. Each time the little jerk had the wild idea of opening his mouth recklessly around him.
“Wonderkid, Wonderkid, Wonderkid!” Maxson mocked the chant that they had all performed towards Dustin. He reached up, under Belle’s shirt and squeezed her breast. Her bra was still on, but it was thin and flimsy and allowed him to feel the supple curve of her flesh. His forearm inadvertently pulled her shirt up to show off her flat stomach as he fondled her. Maxson’s fingertips pulled one of her cups aside so he could put his hand inside the bra and feel her bare breasts. “Fucking nice tits, Belle.”
Belle’s began to have her second orgasm as Maxson squeezed her breasts and tweaked her nipples. Her tightening caused him to lose himself and forgot about Dustin. Maxson gave Belle all he was worth before the next few minutes before finally spending himself into her. He grunted and roared like the alpha lion that he felt like as he finished inside of Belle.
Maxson didn’t bother taking himself out right away as he milked himself inside of the warmth of the beautiful younger woman beneath him. Belle was catching her breath herself and her leggings still had her knees clasped together.
Maxson let go of her breasts and pulled out his rock-hard shaft. Dustin stared at the gaping hole he left behind and Maxson noticed.
“You’ll never be able to please her now that I’ve been with her,” Boasted Maxson as he continued to bully the man who had been picking on him first. The lack of rule and law was bringing out the animal in Maxson. Not that he wasn’t already one before the collapse, but was once a more trained and tamed beast.
“Now Dustin!” Barked Maxson abruptly.
“Yes Maxson?” Dustin stood upright fast.
That’s right. Now I have your attention. Maxson felt the power he had right now. “Get down… and clean her up.”
“With what?” Dustin was confused. He looked down at Belle whose leggings were still around her knees and tangled with her pink thong.
“Your tongue, numb-nuts,” Maxson snapped.
“Uhh… but… you just–-” Dustin couldn’t even make eye contact with Maxson. His eyes left the floor to look towards the door, possibly to plan an escape. Maxson took a step back to let him know that he wasn’t going anywhere.
“Now,” Maxson growled out the words like an animal.
Dustin got down on his knees and began to crawl towards Belle and leaning in towards her gaping sloppy entrance. As Dustin brought Belle to her third orgasm with his tongue, Maxson would tell him in his ear in a threatening way.
“I want you to remember tonight. Remember that even though I might be A Good Man. I am not… The Good Guy.”
Maxson would kick the emasculated Dustin out afterwards and take Belle in the privacy of his bedroom for the rest of the night
calm and collected
It was one of the best nights of sleep that Maxson had had in a long while. Belle had curled up next to him in bed with her head peacefully resting on his shoulder. Both of them were completely nude and their bodies sticking together from all of the heat they produced. A draft in the room came from somewhere unknown, but was welcomed by Maxson tonight after their night. He had lost count of how many times they had gotten one another off after he kicked Dustin out of his bedroom.
“Pssst. Maxson,” A female’s voice called out to him from the dark room.
Maxson opened his eyes and noticed that Belle was still fast asleep. Rolling back over he looked up to see that Catalina was hovering over him while they both slept in bed. It was unnerving knowing that he could be snuck up on while he was sleeping, but he was more worried about the fact that Belle was lying under the cover naked with him right now.
“Yeah?” Maxson tried to give a monotoned response.
“Get dressed and meet me at Mason,” Catalina whispered before leaving.
Maxson slowly got out of bed so he didn’t wake Belle who was fast asleep and had the faintest of snores. Her hair was half matted and half dried and was breathing heavy in her slumber. Maxon got dressed and covered her up with only the thin sheet to modestly shield her. Leaving his bedroom, he walked down the stairs and outside to meet Catalina by tree that stood over their graveyard.
She had a grin on her lips and was glaring at him as he approached. Maxson noticed. “What?”
“You’re a real hypocrite sometimes,” Catalina said.
“Huh?” Maxson was stunned. “What do you mean?”
“You give Colton a hard time, which I will add is well deserved, for being irresponsible. Then, me a hard time about Konrad. And here you are, banging Belle and passing out while I talk to Scott about his days on the force,” Catalina crossed her arms.
“Cat, I walked in on Dustin going down on her,” Maxson stated.
“So what?” Catalina responded. “She can choose how she uses her body.”
“Yeah, but Dustin tried to push himself onto her and then I stepped in…. so I figured I’d teach him a lesson.” Maxson tried to explain. Hoping that she would drop the hypocrite accusation. That was a battle he knew he would lose.
“Yeah, I saw him walking out of your room in tears, practically. A bit harsh, don’t you think, Maxson?” She asked rhetorically before she gave him her thoughts. “No way you two work things out.”
“Little loud-mouthed bastard was never going to like me anyway. I’ve just given him a real reason not to now. Thought I was just some punk, but we found out who the real punk was tonight.” Maxson could feel his blood coursing just thinking about it.
“So, you are telling me that this was all to mark your territory?” Catalina asked.
“Well I never thought of it that way… but yeah. Something like that,” Agreed Maxson expecting Catalina to potentially freak out. Instead, she nodded as though she understood. There looked to be something else on her mind, but she was holding back.
“Say it,” Maxson said firmly.
“What about me?” Catalina asked.
“What about you what?” Maxson didn’t understand.
“Do you think of me as your property too?” Catalina asked in a way that Maxson knew there was a right answer and a wrong answer.
“You’re Devereaux property already,” Maxson stated confidently. It was the right answer for her; at least for now. His gaze went down to look at Mason’s grave marker. Catalina’s gaze shared Maxson’s and they looked upon their mutual loss together.
“I miss him, Maxson. Every single day,” Catalina did her best to keep her emotions in check.
“I do too. He always seemed to know how to lead and even I had learned to trust and follow him. Sometimes I feel lost,” Maxson put an arm around her shoulder.
“Do you think he is mad at us, Maxson?” Catalina asked abruptly and with vulnerability within her tone.
She was vague, but Maxson didn’t need her to say what she meant. He
had wondered the same thing almost every day. They had shared the same bed and had only concluded that he would rather it be him than someone like Konrad. He thought the same thing with Belle and Dustin when thinking about Kenneth “No. But even if he is, I think he understands.”
“I loved him. I still love him. I need you to know that, Maxson,” She could see that Maxson didn’t seem to understand by the way he was looking at her. “For my sake, not yours.”
Maxson didn’t say anything, but stared in her eyes and nodded slowly. Actions always spoke louder than words could.
She took a deep breath and let it out before her demeanor shifted. Standing upright with her busty chest sticking out in front of her, she looked strong, powerful and gorgeous. “So, what’d you find on your trip?”
So much happened tonight that it almost felt like a distant memory. “Well. First. I found Konrad meeting up in Greenbrook with a biker gang that call themselves The Riders. Seems that’s where they’ve been sneaking off to. And that’s where at least some of our missing supplies have gone.”
Catalina took a moment to consider the information. She then asked, “These Riders… are they good guys or bad guys?”
Maxson thought about it or a second. “I’m unsure and probably the wrong person to ask about good and bad. But for now, let’s just say they’re not good guys. I saw them kill a man.”
“No shit?” Catalina was surprised, but not shocked.
“Well… not directly. They sent the guy down into the construction pit with only a pipe.” Maxson explained. Maxson then added, “He didn’t come back out.”
Catalina understood that it was more than murder. It was an execution. She then questioned, “How many?”
“I saw a couple of dozen, but its sounds like there is a whole army of them at some place called The Ranch down south. Unless they’re blowing smoke up everyone’s ass, which could also be true,” Maxson suggested. “They’re only kids in their early to mid-twenties, but they’ve got automatics. A lot of them.”
“What about Greenbrook? I was hoping to make another scavenge there before we moved,” Catalina made sure to add. “Before winter.”
Maxson ignored the timing of their relocation. He already had enough stress on his plate as it was, and now planning on moving them all to a new place sounded like more work than it was going to be worth.
“They left… said they’re going to be at the same spot they first met up with Konrad,” Maxson explained.
“Well what do you want to do?” Catalina asked.
“I think we need to find their stash,” Maxson stated. “See what we can find. In my opinion, whatever they have is ours anyway and free to take.”
“Like you did Belle from Dustin?” Catalina asked.
“Huh?” Maxson didn’t understand.
“You’re starting a lot of shit with these guys who we have to survive with. Guys we need to rely on,” Catalina stated. “Is this smart?”
“Well…” Maxson thought about the phrasing smart. His response gave Catalina time to speak.
“I know Konrad bothers you and others, but a lot of people like him too,” Added Catalina. “He’s not hated by everyone.”
“And you? Where are you on the subject of Konrad?” Maxson asked.
“What can I say, Maxson? He’s grown on me,” Catalina shrugged and had obviously put some thought into this before this conversation.
Maxson had to stop himself from cringing hearing Catalina. He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but he was sure that it was a negative feeling.
“Sure, I find him to be an asshole that is tough to get along with. But I don’t think he’s a bad guy. Even if he was, that wouldn’t matter.”
“I agree,” Maxson genuinely replied. Good or bad didn’t matter to him either. Disloyalty and stealing though, were different stories. One that deserved swift punishment that he was more than willing to hand out at this point. Either way, Maxson still couldn’t stop himself from wondering Catalina’s disposition. “Why doesn’t it matter to you?”
“Because we need them to clear Paradise Falls. No matter what, we need to wait until then,” Catalina was looking straight ahead. Her mental chess game in her mind making moves much further ahead than Maxson. A light turned on inside her large beautiful brown eyes. “I’ve got it.”
“You’ve got what?” Maxson wondered with his eyes, looking out at the barn. Achilles had caught his attention and the dog had ran out the opened door near Henry’s tarp covered vehicle. Their conversation must have woken him up to investigate as it stared across the small field that separated them.
“Two birds. One stone,” Catalina replied ambiguously, but it made no sense to Maxson. “Get some sleep Maxson. We have a big day tomorrow.”
“I don’t like the sound of that,” Maxson stated watching Achilles looked disappointed and slowly circled backwards and go back into the barn to sleep with Henry and Mabel.
“That’s why I’m not telling you everything,” Catalina gave him a quick playful glare before starting to walk off.
“Cat,” Called Maxson, remembering his shirt pocket. He grabbed one of the rolled-up papers that he had thieved from the basement. Pulling it out of his shirt and showing it to her with a furrow of his brows. “For old time’s sake?”
Catalina looked pleasantly stunned, but remained quiet. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small square meal object, before pulling back the top and revealing that it was a lighter.
The two shared the herb and a few laughs together while reminiscing about old times. However, it would always end up on a solemn note when thinking back on how life use to be. If Mason were still alive, so many things would have turned out differently.
Especially between Maxson and Catalina.
Rest in peace, brotha’. Forgive me.
…
The next morning, Maxson woke up to an empty spot next to him. He had a blurry memory of Belle getting out of bed and telling him that she was going to help Suzie prepare breakfast.
The clouds had made the day so gray that Maxson hadn’t even realized that he had slept in. The entire place had already awoken to Suzie’s breakfast made of eggs, peppers and some sort of mystery meat. Scraps from either dinner the night before, or a small rodent that needed to be cooked with something else. It would depend on what today’s butcher gave her and what the hunter gave the butcher. In the end, they cooked whatever they received and did the best with to supplement their diets with the garden.
A knock came to the door. Before Maxson could get himself out of bed, Belle came walking into the room. She had a small tray of food with breakfast and a tall glass of water. She sat with him as he ate and they talked about Catalina’s plan for the group today.
“We’re going to hang out today, she said,” Belle accepted the bite of food that Maxson presented to her.
“You and Catalina?” Maxson tried to sound nonchalant.
“Well, all the women. Besides Inez. I think her and Reggie had to go do something today,” Explained Belle.
They must be already looking for Konrad’s stash. Maxson guessed.
The both of them finished breakfast and Bell turned to Maxson. She was plugging her nose playfully. “I think you could use a thorough clean today.”
Maxson smelled under his own arms and reacted by pulling back from the aroma. “I’d have to agree.”
“I don’t mind… but others might,” Belle winked before cleaning up after him and leaving him in the bedroom.
Maxson used the restroom upstairs and a rag to rinse off with some liquid soap that was taken from Booker’s. There was never enough water to fill the bath tub completely. And without running water, there was no ability to take a shower. Each person only received a bucket with water and whatever hygienic product they brought with themselves. From there, each person would usually rinse off either in the tub upstairs, or in the standing shower on the first floor. Couples were asked to share a bucket and everyone was asked to only clean themselves when
it was completely necessary. Using a soapy rag to clean Maxson’s large frame took some time, but he was efficient and wasted no time. The bucket of water rinsed the suds off himself and he was now fully clean. It felt nice to get all of the dirt and grime from the last week of activities. He wrapped himself in a towel and walked back to his bedroom to find that Belle had cleaned up his dirty clothes that he had been wearing.
Well that’s kind of nice. Maxson thought about the trip she had just saved him from giving his clothes to Mabel or Suzie. They were both sweet older women, but Suzie always gave him an odd vibe when she took his clothes. She was a big, beautiful brunette woman with a very beautiful face and pretty smile. Pete and Scott had both slept with her a few times each and they always bragged about how good she was at giving oral. Sweet, but not quite innocent, she made her crush on Maxson very apparent and had made a few comments about his size, a few times. He could never be sure if she meant what Maxson thought, but there was definitely an innuendo insinuated. Suzie liked to talk and she could pry things out of people that Scott told her that she should have become a detective.
Maxson walked outside and couldn’t see any break in the sky coming soon. It was going to gray and dull all day today, which always made him feel the same way as it looked. Everyone was standing around and not a single person was working besides Achilles who ran openly around the farm. His tongue sticking out of his mouth with a line of drool trailing behind him. The dog inspected every single smell and movement that occurred in the brush.
Colton was with Yargan both carrying a stack of long wooden sticks and placing them upright and against the side of the house. Maxson walked over to them, “What’s going on here?”
Yargan grunted and added one quick nod to add some flair.
Maxson nodded to Yargan with a grunt.
Colton put his hands in the air and shook his head, “I’m not really sure. Catalina just asked me to grab them and put them aside. She wanted everyone here right now because she had something for us to do or something.”
“I see,” Maxson said.
