Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel)

by Keep, J. E.

  Her movements, her excitement, it was all so raw and needy, and he could tell, just by looking at her, how much she wanted him. The night before she had wanted safety and aid. Tonight he already promised her the same, and now she just wanted something more primal.

  Grent couldn’t help but smile at her appreciative word, though it wasn’t a smug sort of expression. Instead he just seemed glad she was pleased. Lifting his rock hard ass up off the bed he helped her get his pants down over the swell of his rear, exposing the heavy ball sac that rested between his thighs.

  Still stroking her blonde hair he gave a low groan at the delightful touch of her tongue upon his meaty cock. His eyes seemed to want to roll back into his head but he refused to break eye contact with her and muttered in his deep, gravelly voice, "You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve run across in almost forty years of livin’."

  "Forty?" she murmured against his cock, obviously surprised. He was one of the oldest people she’d met, yet he still looked so... good. Her teeth nipped so, so gently at his flesh as her tongue ran the length before flicking back and forth against the swollen, purple tip. She was such a little expert, and it was plain to see how much she enjoyed it.

  Her gaze was focused on his as her free hand wandered along his thighs, feeling over his flesh before her thumb ran along the side of his heavy sac.

  Grent King didn’t seem to shy away from being honest with her, even if he did a good job of hiding his emotions before. As he stroked his large hand over her cheek and hair he gazed upon her with such a sweet expression, watching as she licked his bulging cock, pulled its foreskin back and tasted the perfectly sculpted crown, so full and well defined.

  He was twice her age, and he seemed to want her to know that. "Does it bother you?" he asked in his gruff voice, his shaft twitching as her fingers grazed his sizable balls, seeming to respond to her expert attentions so well.

  "No," she admitted, her brown eyes dancing with a bit of deviant delight. Her tongue swirled around the tip, then moved across it teasingly before she finally descended. Her gaze moved down as her mouth stretched to encompass him, so mindful of her ministrations as her fingers traced dotingly along his balls, simply teasing him.

  It was a tough fit, all her practice before on the men in the bunker or even Jarago did not prepare her for this one man’s exceptional girth. But it paid off for he groaned in some pleasant delight at feeling her warm mouth absorb the tip of his shaft.

  His head tilted slowly back, and his broad chest began to swell and deflate at a faster rhythm as her fingers and mouth worked their practiced skill upon him. Those strong fingers of his knit through her hair, but it seemed more like he wanted to just be holding her somehow, and her luxurious blonde strands were the best and most convenient manner to do so.

  She felt so... safe. It was a strange sensation to feel when down between a man’s legs, double her age and so recently a stranger. Yet as his fingers rubbed against her head, her eyes fluttered shut and she just wanted, so badly, to make him feel good. She even ignored the throbbing between her legs, the desire to shift and let him press into her body, instead focusing entirely on him.

  Alex was diligent as she worked his package, her tongue ever wet and moving, her fingers so gentle and pleasant.

  The expert motions did their work, even against that seasoned, stoic man. With his heavy breathing and low groans, he clasped her head so tenderly, husking out the words, "I’m gonna cum if you keep that up." The words made it sound like he never wanted it to end, though his cock throbbed and pulsed in her hand and mouth so fully, so rapidly, she knew it wanted its release inside her then and there.

  There was a brief moment of hesitation in her motions until she began once more with renewed vigour, her eyes staring at him through her blonde bangs. She needed to see his face contort with pleasure, rewarding her for a job well done. Her fingers and tongue and lips and mouth begged for his relief, even as that pulsing between her thighs demanded its own attention.

  Grent’s lips parted, his eyes forced shut by the pleasure she was inducing. Not even the disciplined man could resist her ministrations, his wide face contorting into one of primal pleasure. With a few lewd grunts, he looked strained as his thick dick swelled inside her mouth. It was almost painful to hold him there then like that, the added heft of his impending orgasm causing her jaw to have to widen even further.

  It wasn’t long before she felt it, the thick rush of seed blasting out of that large crown of his, rich and creamy. That heavy sac of his had so much of it for her in reward for her expert siphoning, and it kept coming.

  She was an expert at collecting cum, but he wasn’t making it easy. As her tongue worked around the tip she tried to gather it all, but some escaped from around her lips, drooling down the length of his heavy cock. Still, as soon as he finally finished, her tongue chased after it, trying to collect every last bit of his virile seed.

  The seasoned mercenary looked like an army couldn’t fell him, but her nimble tongue and expert lips managed it. Slumped down to the bed, breathing heavily, she had drained him. With a weary motion, he lifted his head up and looked down at her, watching her clean up the last of his thick seed. He stroked her hair so tenderly. Such a strange turn, for until she professed her virginity in the stairwell, he seemed primed to aggressively seduce her, yet her perceived innocence had brought something out in him.

  "That was amazing," he said in his gravelly voice, weariness lacing his words. "I’ve never had one so good as that."

  Her lips were numb, and she crawled up alongside him. She wasn’t a cuddler, not by a long stretch, but her hand rested on his chest, her head settling against his bicep. It was different with him. "That’s because most people are lazy," she murred quietly. She was right next to his face, and he could feel the warmth of her voice across his ear.

  She had no clue what his day had been like prior to her running into him, but having drained his balls of his cum, leaving his cock slowly softening against his thighs, she could hear and feel the weariness on the man.

  All the same, he put his strong arm around her, welcoming her against him only too comfortably, giving her a place to rest against his hard body. Leaning in he kissed her lips fully and without any reservation, not troubled by the taste of his own seed on her lips and breath as others might be.

  Bringing his free hand over to stroke along her hip he said in his husky, low voice, "I wanna return the favour," and gently, but firmly he began to press her back towards the bed. Not even the exhaustion the powerful man felt deterred him from his generosity.

  She looked about to argue, but that throbbing need between her own legs finally silenced her objections and her fingers were already working at the buttons on her jeans, shimmying out of them with some trouble, trying to get the tight material over the round swell of her ass. She was practiced, however, and they finally gave way, resting mid-thigh.

  The way she looked at him was so desirous, and so grateful at the same time.

  Having shifted her onto her back, Grent brought his strong hands to her thighs, curling his fingers into her panties and jeans then pulling them down off her legs with an ease of strength only he could manage. Laying them aside he then stroked his rough touch over her two legs, and she could see the deep appreciation on his face for her smooth, unblemished flesh as he felt them out.

  It was like every part of her was some new, magnificent discovery for the man, and as he parted her two legs he kissed along her soft inner thighs, he–like her–didn’t tease over long. She was so slick, so ridiculously wet from a day of denied desire, that the scent of her womanhood was like a drug to him. It invigorated him even as the man’s post-coital weariness fought to make his eyelids droop.

  Pressing her thighs back, Grent brought his mouth to her at last, his broad tongue lapping over her slit and tasting her femininity as he coaxed her needy clit to pleasure.

  That sudden, heated spark caused her to shift, her breath catching in her throat. Her t-shirt
and bra felt suddenly so constricting, and her fingers lifted the light cotton top over her head, tossing it to the side and tussling her long, wavy hair in the process. He could see the smooth line of her stomach, the soft, unexposed flesh and the two mounds hidden beneath the white, lace bra.

  Her breathing was faster, and as she struggled to undo and discard her bra, her feet moved to his back, drawing him in. The light blonde hair that his nose nuzzled to smelled like denied sex, and even the insides of her thighs seemed lightly glossed with her femininity.

  With his own cock still out and exposed, he was bent between her legs, showing her an impressive devotion and skill of his own. In his lifespan that was twice her own, he’d obviously had practice at this, so as he gripped her thighs, and her heels dug into him, he tongued her clit quite expertly. Such a large, damp muscle it was, it had no trouble hitting the tender spot of her slit anyhow.

  He was so devoted to his task of eating her cunt out, his eyes were shut almost the entire time, but as her heavy breasts were freed not even his commitment could keep him from gazing up at them longingly.

  It was made worse as her own hands went to them, her body arching and her own eyes fluttering shut as she teased those twin nipples, tugging on them before letting them snap back to her chest, only to repeat the process. It was such a delightful view, and one so few had the pleasure of seeing.

  She was built so high, neglected for what felt like an eternity, and his skill was quickly bringing her to that breaking point. She was already so wet, her labia parting against his strong tongue and that exposed bud throbbed against him. Her heated sex burned against his face, blood rushing from her mind and filling that one, central part of her before she gasped, her back arching just as he hit her that one, final time.

  As if in reward for the delightful sight of her toying with her own tits, he didn’t cease, however. His tongue and mouth rode her quim through that finale, lashing at her mercilessly. Grent seemed intent on milking from her every ounce of pleasure she’d allow, his powerful tongue and jaw working her cunt as his hands stroked her thighs, and his eyes gazed up, soaking in the sight of her own pleasured face and heavy, aroused tits as he was covered in her honey.

  It wasn’t long before her bucking became a serious impediment to teasing her over sensitive clit, and her gasped moans and cries echoed off the room as her foot moved to his shoulder, kicking him away. Her face was red and her bangs were matted to her forehead as she gulped for air. Her lips and mouth felt so dry and she constantly tried to wet it, staring at him in awe.

  "Holy fuck," she moaned, sitting herself up after what seemed like a long while.

  His face coated in her juices, he licked around his lips and wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, before then licking that clean too. With a broad, weary smile, he stood up, his cock only partially turgid now, but still looking so perfectly grand.

  Tugging his pants down and his shirt off, she could see the man fully nude. His bulk wasn’t the perfectly chiselled look of a bodybuilder, but instead the look of a man whose muscle came from hard work alone. His chest smooth but thick with muscle, he was peppered with scars, big and small, and a spattering of hair that matched his head.

  Pulling back the blankets on the sizable bed, he scooped up her naked, weary form then climbed in, laying her out beneath the sheets before sliding in beside her, arm around her. He was intent on keeping her closely pressed to him.

  She didn’t fight him. Suddenly she found she didn’t give a fuck about the outside world, or of men who only wanted her to keep them happy. A small swell of rage rose in her chest but it was quickly snuffed out as she felt the weight of his heavy arm around her, his hard body heating her and holding her tight.

  It was the same feeling of affection and safety, and as she drifted off, she had a hope that things would work out okay for the bunker.

  Chapter 10

  The next day began when the mighty man beside and around her tried to quietly disentangle himself from her without waking her. It didn’t work however, and so she saw his broad face, graced with another slight smile as light poured in through the window upon them. "Breakfast’ll be brought up soon," he said in his gravelly voice, leaning over and kissing her lips again, none of last night’s tenderness having worn off on the man as he squeezed her in his thick arm.

  Again her bitchiness was kept at bay, all the more so with the promise of food. Still, her forearm draped across her eyes as she moaned, her lips kissing him back of their own accord. "Fuck," she murmured, feeling that strange dried slickness between her thighs and shifting her legs. "Goin’ to need another bath."

  The morning sun lit up the man, his tanned face and chest. It illuminated the scars as well as his most handsome features in a soft glow, but it all came together to only make him look more rugged and appealing. Stroking a hand over her side and hip, another came up to do the same to her cheek and hair. "After breakfast I gotta go meet the town leader, like I told you last night. If you can’t wait," he shrugged lightly, "you can go then. But I’ll probably take some time to do it myself today too."

  As the large man pet and held her so tenderly, she could feel the heat and thickness of his cock beneath the blankets pressing against her leg as it draped over one of his thighs. The morning had gifted his impressive girth with a steely rigidity.

  "Had to give up my jacket last time," she sighed groggily, rolling onto her back, though she shifted back against him almost immediately. "Fuck. I really liked that jacket too," she groaned remorsefully, her eyes staring at the ceiling as she noticed that telltale throb against her thigh.

  Even with her messy hair and her pillow creased face, she was a beauty. It was almost endearing to see her in such a fresh state, to see the little unaccounted for flaws.

  The large man watched her with a certain placidity, though behind his amber eyes burned desire that she could easily read, and something more. Stroking and touching her tenderly with his hands he leaned in and kissed her forehead, "I’ll take care of that," he said huskily. "Wouldn’t be right to have a lady walking around without a bath or jacket."

  She laughed, the sound genuine if a bit husked with sleep, "I don’t think I’ve been called a lady before." As soon as the words were out of her mouth she grew hot against his body, biting her lip roughly.

  Leaning forward he gave her the sweetest, most loving kiss she could’ve imagined. The large man pressing their mouths together and luxuriating in the feel of their lips united. It wasn’t anything particularly passionate or artful, it was just tender and caring.

  Despite his hardness and desire, the timidity born from her ‘confession’ of virginity seemed in him still, and he made no moves to press anything on her sexually, no matter how hard his body ached for her as she could plainly feel. Instead he continued stroking her side, along her large breast and down to her hip. "I think you’d make a perfect lady for the right type of man," he said, his usually gravelly voice all the more so from having just awoken.

  Her hand ran across his shoulder and she tugged him close, pressing her body against him. "How long we have?" she murmured into the bed of chest hair, snuggling into him so warmly. As her hand moved down over his side, running to his back, her nails tickling him.

  "Any moment now," he husked, his own hands returning her touch, feeling out over her perfect flesh, the fair skin that contrasted to his own deep tan and hard hands. From her thighs up over her hips and ass, across her tits, again and again he felt her, kissed her lips, cheek and neck, "She’ll knock then leave the food outside the door as usual."

  She nodded as she returned his affections, tracing along his flesh first with her fingers, then with her mouth, then with her tongue. The way her body shimmied and pressed against him, how her thighs parted and then re-converged before she shifted and suddenly had her leg draped over his hip, she seemed so desirous of the man, and she was.

  He was kind and respectful and so, so hot. Perhaps it was just that he looked so familiar, yet so differen
t and foreign, but the way his body was responding to her was only too encouraging.

  The man responded to her movements so quickly, his broad chest heaving as he returned her touches, grinding his thick cock against her stomach and mons, with a smear of his precum against her. As his hand gripped one of her round ass cheeks he husked into her ear, "You don’t need to do this. I want it bad, but you don’t owe me your first time," and gave her a serious look.

  A knock came at the door then, the food delivered outside, and the sound of the server shuffling away coming thereafter.

  She was starting to regret telling him that, but she shook her head, her mouth tracing along his jaw. She wasn’t a liar by nature, and there was a ball of guilt in her gut.

  "Fuck it," she purred, her tongue flicking against his earlobe. "Better you than some creep." There was a soft bit of remorse edging into her words but she silenced it with a long, suckling affection of his neck. She was so soft against him, every part of her so well-crafted to be in contrast to him, and he could feel just how wet she’d gotten, even in the few moments since waking.

  It was hard for her to read him, hard for anyone, but she could see then the look of satisfaction and gratefulness on his face at her words. He wanted her bad, and no amount of chivalry or kindness changed the fact that he yearned for her. Kissing her neck, he squeezed his two thick arms about her as he slid her smoothly into position beneath him, his own large body rising up over hers, between those delicious thighs she had that so intrigued him last night. "I’ll take it slow and easy," he promised as she felt the surprising heft of his cock rest against her slit.

  She nodded, though really she didn’t need his reassurance. She knew he’d be respectful, and that made it all the harder to keep misleading him. Still, it seemed to change something pivotal in him, and she liked what had become of it. Her mouth found his, silencing him as he could feel her body warm and wetten for him. Her chest pressed hard against him and her breathing quickened as she drew his body weight onto her.