by Leela Ash
For Robert the warm, wet sensation of her mouth taking in his balls was exquisite. Her mouth was full and as she almost swallowed them down, the sensation teetered on the line separating pain from pleasure. Robert let her continue massaging his balls with her mouth and let his hand roam to his cock to work it at the same time.
Frightened he'd peak before he fucked her, Britney stopped and slithered back up. As she straddled him, her hands ran over his chest. She could feel his cock nestled between her legs. Raising her arms, she removed the tight tank top she'd been wearing.
Robert's eyes widened at the fact that her young breasts were firm and pert and didn't require a bra. He wanted to be gentle, but lust was beginning to consume him. The sight of her nipples hardening in the cool air of the bedroom was too much. He could no longer deny himself the pleasure of her small, apple-sized breasts. He reached out and cupped her right breast. It fit his hand perfectly. He squeezed it and watched Britney squirm in pleasure. Taking the apricot colored nipple between his finger and thumb, he pinched it and was thrilled when Britney whimpered.
Assured that sex was exactly what the eighteen year old wanted, Robert unleashed his carnal urges. He straightened up to a sitting position, allowing his mouth to locate her other nipple and suckle it. His arms tightened around her slight figure. Britney pushed his shirt off him and clung tight to his naked torso as he continued feeding on one breast while caressing the other. She tipped her head back and began to moan. Robert released her tit and ran a trail of kisses between her cleavage and up her slender neck until he found her mouth. The second their lips melded, he realized he'd found a state of pure bliss.
His tongue pressed into her mouth, exploring deeply. Britney let him discover her mouth and was surprised to feel a burst of wetness from between her legs in excitement as to what was going to happen next.
Robert grabbed her wrists, and in a swift movement, twisted his body so that Britney was now pinned beneath his. Her arms were raised above her head as he held both wrists with one hand. His free hand fumbled around down south as he tried to incline her to spread her legs. Eventually he was able to place himself between her thighs. Unable to pace himself, Robert ground himself against her. The dry humping quickly had Britney soaking wet and wanting the real thing.
With their mutual frustration at a peak, Robert released her from his grip. His hands went to her knees to raise them. Her cotton shorts were a pastel pink and Robert's keen eye could see the material around her pussy was darker in color. He pulled at her shorts as Britney struggled out of them. He shoved his mouth to the wetness of her panties. She could feel his hot breath right through the cotton of her panties. He snuffled round, enjoying the taste and smell of her soaking briefs. His teeth were latching onto the elastic of the inner leg of her underwear, and he tore them down. The vision of her glistening cunt forced Robert to dive straight in. His tongue plowed into her slit as his nose rubbed against her slippery clit.
Britney had never had a man pay oral attention to her pussy and she writhed in ecstasy. Robert flattened his tongue and took long licks from her slit to her clit. Roughly his arms reached around her legs to pull her firmly down on his face. A cry escaped from her as Robert's long tongue pushed into the entrance of her cunt. He couldn't remember the last time he'd so enjoyed tasting pussy, but Britney was divine. He tongue fucked her, pushing his tongue in as deep as it could go and then withdrawing it.
Remembering her age and potential lack of experience, Robert slowed his tongue and stopped piercing her slit and instead let his tongue tease her engorged bud. He brushed over her clit and circled around it, taking time to enjoy Britney's body responding to him. Clamping his teeth onto her clit, he sucked hard until she was thrashing in the bed, screaming in the throes of orgasm. As she peaked, he shoved three fingers straight into her cunt. Turning and twisting his wrist as he finger fucked her prolonged the orgasm until Britney was begging for mercy.
Robert was content that she'd leave his bed wanting more, but was determined to find his own climax. Licking the fingers that were covered in her pussy juice, he knew that her swollen plump lips were a sign that her pussy was ready for more. More animal than man, he bit the plump pussy lips to give the girl an additional frisson of excitement.
Kneeling up, he dragged Britney toward him; placing her legs over his shoulders. The position gave him a good view of her slit and he planted the head of his manhood straight in. Britney squealed as her entrance was forced to expand to accommodate Robert's girth. Rather than ravish the girl, he allowed her a minute or two to get used to his thick dick. Very slowly, he worked his way inch by inch until his entire length was inside her. She wriggled and squirmed on his dick. He stopped himself from slamming into her. Frightening her with a massive cock would only make this a one-time occurrence, and Robert was awakening to the fact that he wanted, needed, more sex in his life.
When she'd finally settled, he began sliding in and out of her slowly. She gasped with each insertion and looked relieved as he rocked back and shallowed the penetration a bit. She was tight round his cock. Almost too tight. That heightened the joy he was deriving from fucking the eighteen-year-old cunt. Soon he increased the pace. Britney's face contorted with the effort of keeping up with the speedy, sensual glide.
He stopped close to the brink and took her legs from his shoulders. Taking an ankle in each hand he spread her legs wide. Her pussy lips were angry and red from the intercourse. Robert pulled his dick out completely and waited until Britney's breathing subsided.
As she smiled up at him, he plunged the full nine inches straight back into her tight pussy. Her eyes widened in surprise. Keeping her legs wide, Robert jerked his hips hard. He was thrusting into her fast and furiously.
“Touch yourself,” he requested.
Britney shook her head as she jiggled on the bed as a result of the pounding.
“Touch yourself,” he asserted more gruffly.
Britney's hand glided down her tanned, toned stomach and found her nub. She let her middle finger circle it. The vivid image had Robert slamming into her harder and harder. At the right time, he lowered his face and his lips caught hers in a kiss. Relieved at the more conventional missionary style, Britney wrapped her legs tightly around Robert as he grinded deeper into her. It felt as though her cunt was expanding, and as his body began shuddering and his moans increased, Britney knew he'd finally reached his climax. Robert felt his cum fill her up. He'd off-loaded a significant amount inside her. He was still reasonably hard so he left his cock in her as he held her tight. As he finally went soft, he rolled over to one side.
Britney could feel the wet, hot, sticky cum seeping from her pussy. It was between her thighs. She reveled in the feel of it in her body. In theory once was enough, but to keep Robert sweet, she was going to have to commit fully to being his partner. It was a commitment she was prepared to make.
Chapter 6
Love was a funny thing. When Robert had first discovered Britney and her family, he'd been extending a Christian hand. He was hoping that if either of his sons were still alive and in a similar situation, someone would open their homes to ensure their safety and survival as well.
He had thought Janet would be his one and only true love. It was easy to mistake the affection and adoration of an eighteen-year-old cheerleader as a mid-life crisis, but Robert's heart told a different story. Real honest-to-goodness love had come back to his house and made his world infinitely better.
He'd spent endless nights considering the turn of events. With seven billion people populating the earth, you could afford to be picky; you could afford to discard people without taking the time to get to know them. But when you went weeks without seeing people and knew the population was dwindling even further, suddenly the need to share a life with someone became much more important. The idea of finding a partner from such a small pool of people meant you didn't immediately reject someone because of a minor physical flaw or banal, irritating habit or some relatively minute dif
ference of opinion.
Not that Britney was physically flawed in anyway. She was a goddess with her blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes and figure that could have easily modeled swimwear in the old world. She had no life experience and at times behaved a little like a princess. For the most part, though, she was devoted to her grandmother and Robert and worked hard to do her share of the work so they could survive and even improve their situation.
Robert actually discovered a new ability through all of this. He now focused on the positives of a person's personality and physical appearance. People were essentially looking for love and to be loved, and with that outlook, it was actually kind of easy to love. He fell in love with Britney. It was easy to. When he did the analysis, he figured that every person surviving these treacherous times was learning the same life lesson – that's why it was easy to believe Britney loved him back. He might not be young, but he was outdoorsy and fit. Robert knew he wasn't overly handsome, but there was something about his silver-hair, clear green eyes and masculine jawline that he knew appealed to Britney. She knew he was kind and generous and protective and family oriented, and those characteristics made him lovable in her eyes.
Robert was even able to learn to love Britney's grandmother, Peggy. Of course, she was a little nuts. Peggy believed she was still in 1940s America during the war. In fairness, Robert wondered if the current scenario didn’t have a few similarities with that time period. The annoying part about her version of reality was that she was continually berating Robert for dodging the draft. She did, however, respect farming and pulled her weight to the best of her ability by cleaning up and other simple tasks. At ninety-two, her mobility was limited, but she could still prepare meals and her eyes were sharp enough to mend clothes. Her contempt for Robert and his “yellow” ways never lasted too long. She had periods of relative clarity as well. In the evenings after having cooked a hearty meal, she was almost always happy to sit down and hear about his day and indulge in a little card sharking while Britney took a turn cleaning up.
Theirs had become a relatively content household, but Robert was worried that letting Liam free today could have some negative repercussions. Britney was deeply attached to her step-brother, which of course was understandable, but she seemed to have an unusually difficult time letting him go – even after death.
Now that Liam, zombie Liam, was gone, dinner was a somewhat subdued affair. Nothing had changed in respect to the household. Meat and fresh vegetables were still able to be served with milk and juice. The solar panels in the roof ensured light throughout the house. It even gave them the luxury of watching old DVDs if they felt like it, playing a round of cards or reading from the extensive book collection Robert's family had accumulated over the years. But things felt different.
Outside had changed, but for the better as far as Robert was concerned. Robert was actually relieved to have set him free. It was creepy seeing the poor kid like that, and an unnecessary reminder of what could befall them if they weren’t careful. Also, with Britney pregnant now, it seemed best that she stop investing so much time in the zombie. Their baby would be along soon, and it would need her full attention. It was time for her to let go of Liam.
Back when they had first starting hooking up, the sex had been passionate and non-stop – it always was in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. After only four weeks of fucking in every conceivable place on the property, however, Britney promptly announced that she was pregnant. Robert could hardly be shocked. He wasn't displeased; he merely had concerns about how the baby would be delivered and fare with the world as it was now.
For whatever reason, once she was pregnant, Britney retreated from him physically, although they still shared a bed. Maybe she was freaked out about being pregnant so young. He didn’t know what the problem was, but he gave her space, which seemed to suit her at the moment, and she remained close to him emotionally.
After the somber dinner, Britney excused herself to go outside and get some fresh air. Robert knew better than to follow her. She'd get over things in her own time and in her own way, and Robert would be there for her to call on when she needed him. She would come back to him when she was ready.
As Britney stepped out onto the verandah, she could feel the tightness in her chest subsiding. She rubbed her stomach fondly and was surprised to feel a tear slip down her cheek. Waves of weeping had been threatening all day, but she was certain she'd been able to control them. Stoically, she climbed the ladder of a truck to cast an eye over the outside fields. While he was tied up out here, she'd come talk to zombie Liam sometimes after dinner. But now she couldn’t even do that.
Britney was unsure how long she'd been sitting there before her eyes caught sight of movement in the distance. Something was heading toward the perimeter. She squinted, but it was far too dark to identify what was causing a ripple in the corn fields. As it came closer, Britney correctly guessed it was a zombie. Its presence didn't bother her. The walls and their remaining collection of zombies safeguarding the premises made it virtually impenetrable. What spiked her curiosity was the creature appeared to deliberately change its course to head towards one of the tied up zombies.
She watched in curiosity as the approaching zombie entered the tethered zombie's personal space. Her jaw dropped as she observed the significantly overweight, tied-up female zombie slowly rotate until she pressed her face against the side of the truck and bent slightly, spreading her legs.
Creeping softly toward the scene unfolding, Britney saw the other zombie reaching for its crotch. In only the moon for light, it appeared as if the stray was trying to fuck the tethered zombie. There was something so raw and animalistic about the scene that Britney felt her pussy tingle. She imagined most anyone else would have probably been disgusted by the sight, and she thought she would have been too. But she wasn’t. Times had changed. She vaguely remembered that there had been some quote about how man was only separated from animal chaos and wanton violence and desire by the thinnest veneer of civility. Boy, was that true, she thought. Laying out on top of the truck, Britney positioned herself close to the mating zombies. Hitching up her sundress, she slipped her hand into the elastic of her panties. As she skimmed her palm over her bare pubic mound, her fingers felt a significant pool of pussy juice. Turning her head, she began stroking her clit as she watched the male zombie desperately trying to insert his cock into his mate's pussy.
It was highly erotic – at least to her. She vaguely registered that she might be losing it a little here. But then she moved on. It hadn't occurred to Britney that these creatures would have sexual urges. She continued touching herself, raising her back and keeping her touch light so as not to have a thunderous orgasm too soon. The frustration she was beginning to feel from the two zombies and their inability to fuck was killing her, and it appeared it had already killed them, she almost laughed to herself. Something in her mind must have been cracking at that point, and she was mildly aware of it. The thing was, it felt like a relief rather than a burden. Her Grandma seemed to be doing pretty well just a few clicks off center. It was so nice to loosen her grasp on this very not-fun reality she was living in. She just let it loosen a little… Like she intended to loosen the rope that was holding fat-chic zombie. She decided that she wanted a better zombie porno. A little risk would be worth it. Britney awkwardly came down the side of the truck to loosen the slack on the female zombie's rope to permit her a little freedom to assume a more fuckable position.
Cautious as she went, Britney was surprised that the new zombie made no move towards her. She had expected a little interest at least. She had been prepared for it. Individual zombies usually weren’t much to get too worried about, and she had developed a mean roundhouse kick. But either his focus was concentrated solely on relieving his zombie sex drive, or he had no interest in her live flesh whatsoever. Either way, this was a new revelation in her understanding of all things zombie. The fat, female zombie was missing a jaw and ten fingers; a precaution Robert insisted
on when they began to plot the zombies around the perimeter.
As she bent down to give the rope some slack, Britney turned her head slightly and recognized a pair of familiar white Nike hi-tops. Twisting to look up, she saw the familiar dead but once stormy blue eyes assessing her.
She wanted to cry out Liam's name, but was prevented from doing so by Robert's continual warning that none of Liam's soul still existed in this husk of a man. The female zombie pressed her fingerless palms against the side of the truck to move away from it as soon as she felt the tension of the rope round her ankle slacken. Automatically, the zombie took to all fours now, presenting herself to Liam's horny, dead cock.
The memory of Liam making love to her in his final moments of life flashed through Britney's mind. She'd wept, saying that she was afraid to go on without him and afraid she would now die alone. And the pity of it was that she was still a virgin, having never been pierced by a man. Not being bound by blood, the step-siblings said goodbye in an intimate way. This world left no room for the old ways… Or maybe it was just that they served no purpose any more. Britney had only just begun to appreciate just how much Liam could be to her in this new world, when the infection had snatched him away from her permanently. Yet here he was, able to tear her apart and feast on her and he wasn't making any motion to do so. Perhaps something of him had survived. In her state, she was more ready than ever to believe that.
He knelt down.
Britney could see his dead and yet still youthful erection in the moonlight. The infection allowed more functions than she had anticipated to continue apparently. They had already figured that the reanimation process was a means to allow the infection to survive in its dead host. She wondered just how many functions had survived the transition after all. He slipped his cock into the fat zombie's cunt. The zombie groaned as Liam pumped away mindlessly. An irrational streak of jealously consumed Britney. Liam had taken her virginity. He'd claimed her as his, and she wanted to be his again. She wanted this baby to be his. By this point, her madness was a foregone conclusion. But the truth was that she was happier now. This new logic was easier to bear…
