Entire SMUT CATALOG: Volume 2

by Kimberly Gray

  He saw the look of shock, fear, compassion and a dozen other emotions cover his daughter's face. She had tears running down her cheeks.

  “I'm sorry, honey. I know she was a friend,” David took both his daughter's hands in his.

  “It's OK, daddy,” she smiled bravely. “I know you're just trying to help us.”

  “We need to leave, honey. First thing in the morning,” David told her. “Your grandfather had a hunting camp in Pike's Hills. It's not much, but we'd have clean well water and there's a fireplace. We need to pack up as much food as we can get into the car. Nothing fresh, just cans and bags of pasta, rice. Pack up whatever clothes you'll need, but don't go crazy. Remember where we'll be. You know what I mean, right?” he asked Jill finally.

  “A 'bug out bag',” she told him, matter of fact.

  This took David by surprise, but he supposed, in these days, some teacher at her school must teach basic survival.

  “Exactly,” he smiled at her. “Without the water. We'll stop at both a grocery store and a pharmacy to get the rest of what we'll need.”

  In his mind he had picked out both. Each was directly off State Road 51, the route that was a direct shot to the Pike's Hill's turn off. They could get gas as well.

  “Honey, after we get everything packed I need you to write out a grocery list. Same stuff. Only non-perishables, OK?” he asked.

  “OK, daddy,” she smiled her pretty smile at him.

  “My God, I love her,” he thought. He had consciously tried not to notice how nubile her body was. “Stop it,” he said to himself.

  “I need to make up a list of medicines and some other things we'll need from the pharmacy,” he told his daughter, watching her bend over to clean out the bottom cabinet. Her ass was so perfect. He drew his gaze back to the piece of paper he had placed on the table and began to write feverishly.

  As David wrote, a question kept nagging him, begging to be answered. No virus would just let itself die out with its host, he thought. But if the symptoms of the infected continued unchanged, they would all be dead in a month, tops. Burned out by their own bodies fire. He must be missing something or...It took his mind a few seconds to try to comprehend this last thought. The virus was getting ready to mutate again, if it hadn't already!

  This frightened him more than he thought it could.

  **********

  After a few hours of hard won sleep, David and Jill were awake. David cooked a huge breakfast of scrambled eggs, ham, toast and jam and all the fresh fruit they had in the fridge.

  His daughter entered the kitchen in her sleeping attire. A cut off T-Shirt, barely covering her breasts and a pair of tight, white cotton panties. David struggled with himself to remain flaccid.

  “That smells good, daddy,” Jill told her father, teeth freshly brushed and ivory white.

  “We'll need all the calories we can get, honey,” he answered, returning her smile.

  He tried desperately not to look at his daughter's, firm, perfect body.

  “You all packed?” he asked, setting an overflowing plate in front of Jill.

  “All packed, daddy,” she told him, digging into the plate.

  “Perfect,” he told her. “Once we're done, we'll take our bags down to the car, head straight out 51, make our stops, then it's a straight run to the camp,” he set their journey out concisely.

  “How long, daddy?” his daughter asked, wiping her full, cherry-pink lips.

  “Normally, about three hours, but I don't think we'll need to worry about getting pulled over so, just over two.”

  They both laughed.

  **********

  In the next 30 minutes they had dressed and loaded their bags into the trunk of the car. The Randalls and their “friends” were gone. The same three cars as the night before sat where they were, unused.

  **********

  They were on Center Street. It turned to State Road 51 at a junction just a few miles ahead. The day was warm, the sun shone bright, even at this early hour.

  Jill had turned the CD player on, with the volume low. AC/DC's “Hells Bells” played. Jill jumped the track, continuing to hit the “next” button until Led Zeppelin's “Stairway to Heaven” played.

  The two sat quietly as they drove out of town.

  **********

  As the junction appeared on the horizon, David's heart sank. He could see moving bodies on the road, blocking their way. A vision of snakes covering a floor appeared in his mind. Writhing, intertwining and sliding over each other until each individual could not be discerned from the mass.

  He came to a full stop, just behind the nearest group of the infected. He looked for any way around, but none made itself known. Blocked off both sides by building, the orgy of the infected blocked their only route to safety.

  The two in their car could do nothing but watch.

  It was a scene directly from hell, David thought. He started to make out a few from the hundreds. In this sea of naked flesh stood out a man. He was dressed in all black, with a bright, white collar. In one hand was a cross, the other, a book.

  David cracked open his window ever so slightly. He needed to hear everything. The priest's voice boomed out over the grunts and yelps of the hundreds of human bodies engaged in various sex acts.

  “Get out, demon! I command you!” The priest yelled over the mass of people. “Leave these 'Children of God' now!” his words had no effect on the mass of infected fornicators.

  “They're deaf, you idiot,” David screamed in his mind.

  As the priest continued his tirade onto deaf ears, David scanned the individuals nearest to him. He was able to make out a few he knew. They were a group of his students.

  One man, a smart mouth from his class named Ollie, was on his haunches, forcing his cock in and out of a woman's mouth. With each thrust the woman's lips were buried in Ollie's pubic hair, balls striking her chin. She was on her hands and knees. David saw she was a fellow teacher, Nancy Bellows, but an aged version of her.

  Directly behind her was another of his students, Mark something; David couldn't remember the last name. He was on his knees, fucking Nancy with fast, deep strokes.

  David could see clearly through the windshield. As Ollie continued to fuck his colleagues face, he could see her throat bulge with every push of Ollie's long, wide flesh club. His hands gripped her head at the ears, pulling it to him as he forced his member deep into Nancy's throat. Blood and saliva both spilled and frothed from her mouth around Ollie's rock hard cock and onto his abdomen. There, it dried quickly and stuck. It looked as if Ollie had been stabbed in the belly, there was so much blood and saliva.

  David didn't know what caused Nancy's mouth to bleed, but he could guess.

  His other student, Mark, was fucking his teacher with vigor, though not yet at the superhuman speed David had witnessed before. He was reminded of a faulty piston. Mark thrust his massive, wide cock into Nancy right to the root, then, withdrew completely. He repeated this over and over, jerking back, then plunging forward. David could see a puddle of pinkish liquid had formed under Nancy's cunt.

  With each thrust, Mark pushed deeper inside his teacher's cunt. An explosion of blood and honeydew spraying over the lower half of his body. His hands had Nancy's ass cheek where they met her hips, the force causing the withering skin to bruise, yet she never moved from her kneeling position. She took both huge flesh knives into her as she was double penetrated, spewing blood and other bodily fluids back at her attackers.

  David could see Nancy's nipples were hard as nails, the small buds purple as they pushed further against the skin that held them prisoner. With her milky white eyes, she took all that was given her.

  Ollie's pumping motions increased in speed, becoming a blur. He pulled his teachers head faster and faster into his mound. The spray of fluids from around his cock's girth grew more red with each thrust. Nancy was bleeding from both her mouth and her cunt.

  With the force of a pile driver Ollie pushed his blood covered man fle
sh as deep as he could into his teacher's waiting mouth and throat, and held it there. His grunts were now rapid and short. David saw Nancy's throat expand like a balloon. Huge volumes of blood, saliva and thick cum blew back onto Ollie's abdomen, then spread up to his chest by the sheer force of the expulsion. Nancy's throat was working wildly, muscles swallowing everything in her mouth. To David, her throat muscles looked like a throbbing heart, forcing fluid into her stomach.

  Ollie withdrew. Voluminous shots of cum spurting from the wide head of his enormous, veined flesh member, onto Nancy's face, hitting her like a hammer. David observed her tongue flash out, and scoop into her mouth every thick, milky drop of cum that remained on her face. It was exactly like Lynn had done the previous night.

  Before Nancy took all the thick, streaming cum from her face into her mouth to swallow, Ollie's phone-pole of a cock once again filled her mouth and throat. Blood and cum continued to flow from its sides.

  David was both appalled and aroused by what had passed in front of his eyes. He could feel his own member pushing against the crotch of his jeans. He tried hard not to notice. His eyes went to Mark.

  Mark, too, had reached his final phase. His hips moved like a punch press, in a blur of speed. The puddle of his teacher's blood and honeydew had doubled in volume, reaching out to Mark's knees and well under her body.

  Mark came, and came hard.

  A continuous spray of blood, honeydew and viscous man cum showered his lower body. Mark was doing something David had not seen before. Rather than push his tremendous cock deep into his teacher's soaked cunt, he continued to move his hips at lightning fast speed, but only withdrawing an inch from Nancy's batter cunt, before thrusting in again, his ball sack contracting and releasing, dumping more cum into his teacher's bleeding hole. It made David think of a sewing machine.

  Pulling his eyes away, he scanned the throng of people, searching for that priest. He was no longer easily visible.

  Suddenly, David's eyes locked onto a band of white. It was him, completely naked except for his collar. Replacing the cross and book he had once held in his hands, was the head of a woman David didn't recognize. With hands gripped tightly on the woman's head, the priest was face fucking her.

  David could see the pair, both with those milky white eyes, the priest grunting. He was pummeling the woman's face with his engorged cock. The movement of his hips were spasmodic. Sharp thrusts, then just as fast withdrawals, with a fraction of a second pause between. The woman was on her knees, arms limp at her sides. He throat bulged with each stab of the priest's hips, her faced covered in her mouth's wetness.

  The priest's hips moved more fluidly as their speed increased, but not to the blur that David had become accustomed to. It was a rapid back and forth, not unlike the bar that spanned two locomotive wheels. The priest blew his load without stopping. He continued to fuck the woman's face as warm, sticky cum poured from around her lips.

  David could take no more. Not because he was appalled, but because he was hard against his jeans, his mind on his daughter.

  Gritting his teeth, he told his daughter. “Close your eyes, honey.”

  And with that, he put the car into gear and pushed the gas pedal to the floor.

  David saw bodies fly from the front of his car. Some, thrown to the sides, others, over the hood. Many were not as fortunate. It was like driving off road. The bumps from human bodies under the wheels threw the car in all directions. David needed an iron grip on the wheel just to keep the car moving straight.

  This nightmare continued for several minutes until the pavement of the road was the only thing under his wheels. He glanced at Jill. Her eyes were still closed tightly.

  “OK, honey. It's all over,” David told his daughter. Jill slowly opened her eyes.

  “You ran over them, didn't you, daddy?” she asked.

  David just turned his face to her. He said nothing, then turned his eyes on the road, driving as fast as he felt he could.

  This was all Jill needed.

  **********

  They made their stops, filling their car with groceries, medical supplies and gas. There was a gas generator at the camp. David was not 100 percent on this, but, better safe than sorry. There were six five gallon plastic containers full of gasoline stuffed into the trunk.

  **********

  The drive to the camp was silent. Jill had fallen asleep. An escape mechanism, David thought to himself. Good for her.

  It took nearly two and a half hours just to reach the turn off to the camp. A heavy wood and iron fence barred their way. David got out of the car. He saw the gate was unlocked. It swung open easily, letting David drive through. He stopped again on the other side. He took a length of chain, and a new padlock and key from the back of the car and exited. Closing the gate, he wrapped the chain around it tightly, locking it with the padlock.

  Back in the car, he made the last few minutes of their drive.

  **********

  The camp was basic. A main building was constructed of 2x6s, vinyl siding and stone, with several outbuildings.

  Jill was awake and by his side as they opened the door of the main building.

  Stepping inside there was a huge stone fireplace, a good amount of dry, split wood piled in a corner.

  David guessed the building was perhaps 16 feet by 24. The walls were insulated and sheet rocked, seams taped. There was ample light from the few windows. The kitchen boasted a wood fired stove and oven, a sink, an ancient “Viking” refrigerator and not much more.

  Moving deeper into the interior they found a bathroom with a toilet, small shower and sink. David saw a hand pump on the floor, next to the sink. He worked the handle for a minute or two, then opened the sink faucet. Water sputtered out, then became a slender stream. He heard the toilet grumble as water filled its reservoir. He had seen another, identical pump in the kitchen.

  David looked at his daughter and smiled.

  “So far so good,” he told her. They found two bedrooms, each with a bed, and a storage closet, with a small gas generator, before returning to the main room.

  “It stinks in here, daddy,” Jill told him, fingers holding her nostrils shut.

  “Let's get the windows open,” They each took a couple windows and opened them wide. The sweet mountain air soon replaced the stale, dank air of the building.

  David quickly had a fire burning. The afternoon would soon give way to evening. It would be cold here, he thought.

  They dragged all their stores inside and shut the door. Everything was left where it was.

  The two were exhausted. Jill managed to strip the beds, top them with sheet plastic from the storeroom, then replace the bedding. A thick comforter covered the sheets.

  Jill sat next to her father on the worn, leather couch in the main room. He put his arm around her, holding her close. She snuggled into his side, arm around his chest.

  “Are we safe here, daddy?” Jill asked.

  “As safe as we can be, honey.” he replied in a tired voice. He watched the fire flicker.

  It was not long before his daughter's rhythmic breathing signaled she was asleep. As tired as he was, questions still filled his mind.

  He began to talk to himself silently.

  “If we're immune there must be others, but there can't be many,” he thought, remembering how many people in the city became infected.

  “They're all going to be dead soon,” he continued to himself. “With almost no human presence, how long until nature takes back the cities?” he wondered.

  “Within a hundred years, perhaps less, the human race will be no more.”

  He was frightened at the idea of a world without man.

  “We'll need to repopulate. Somehow, we'll need to set up a system of population growth with any other survivors, but how?” he thought.

  He had no idea how far the infection had spread. He thought of the huge numbers of U.S troops deploying overseas. The spanish flu pandemic all over again. He shivered slightly.

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sp; “I have to deal with a worst case scenario,” his thoughts continued. “Worldwide infection, small number of immunes. Re-population must be the first priority, if the human race is to be saved.”

  He looked down at his daughter. So beautiful. So smart. So brave...So fertile. His mind began to explore the possibilities.

  ###

  THE END

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  "The orc pushed more of his humongous mass of inhuman cock into Eireen's tiny mouth."

  Winter is about to descend upon the tiny village of Havenwylde, and the villagers must make a treacherous trek over the Iron Mountains for supplies. Only one problem: the hungry (and very hung) orc tribes live in the mountains. Their females are dwindling and now the orc chieftain thirsts for fresh pussy. The VOLUPTUOUS Nordic blonde, Eireen, and her fellow maidens will soon find themselves the newest members of the horny horde. The orcs plan to set up a train on Eireen and her maidens in an out-of-this-world orc 0rg-y. Eireen's tight fertile twat will soon learn the girthy power of a monstrous one-eyed orc cock buried deep! The VOLUMES of orc batter soon to erupt from the chieftain’s veiny beast is certain to fill Eireen's every hole TO THE BRIM!

  ***************

  The village of Havenwylde was a respite for those traveling the Great Road that spanned the country. It was not much more than a clearing, surrounded by the dark oaks of Wylde Forest and the nearby Iron Mountains. Here, there was an inn, with both a pub and rooms for let, a provisioner, where travelers could replenish their supplies, a stable, where their horses could be shod, fed and rubbed down, and finally, a black smith, to shoe these horses and repair any wagon in need of it. 244 villagers called this home. Among them was Eireen, the most beautiful of all the women, and the bravest.