by Misty Vixen
I kept going, working my way into her fantastically tight ass.
“So you liked the fact that she was spying on you?” Elizabeth asked.
“Hell yes,” I replied. “I figured if she saw us naked and fucking, that was a big step closer to her taking off her clothes and spreading her legs for me.”
“Wow, Chris,” Megan said, rolling her eyes.
“Was I wrong?” I asked.
She growled and crossed her arms, staring at the ceiling for a moment as I kept getting deeper into Delilah’s fantastically tight ass.
“No,” she admitted. “You were not wrong.”
“You don’t think it’s a compliment?” Delilah asked.
“It’s...whatever. We’re fucking, and I was a pervert-”
“Was. Yes,” Delilah murmured, then groaned.
“Oh like you aren’t a completely perverted little fucking slut-whore,” Megan snapped.
“Never claimed otherwise-oh yes!” she cried.
I was all the way in and now began to stroke smoothly into her.
“Ahh...fuck, I’m not lasting,” I admitted right away. “Your ass is just too good...goddamn that is fucking tight.”
“Just use me however you want,” Delilah replied, her eyes closed now. She looked fantastic like this, on her back, her legs spread, tits bouncing, taking my dick up her amazing ass. I used her. I fucked her in the ass, stuffing my cock in there again and again, bathing in the raw bliss that was Delilah’s amazingly tight ass.
I lasted a few minutes, and then I started busting my third, and probably final, nut for the night. Laying my hands across her big, pale tits, I groaned loudly, my legs shaking, as I came up her ass. She moaned and cried out with me as she took my load. My cock jerked and kicked and twitched, my hips leaping forward in time with my orgasm with each spasm. What was left of my stuff spurted out of me and into Delilah.
And then I was done, sexually at least.
Once I pulled out of her, I laid down beside her and just rested for probably fifteen minutes, my head spinning. I still needed a full night’s rest, among other things, but I had regained enough strength to get a few things that needed doing out of the way.
Despite everything, there was still the tiny but insistent doubt about our security. It wasn’t that I doubted Megan and the others, more than I hadn’t personally seen to it. I was bad at delegation. Once I was done with the initial rest after our amazing fuck session, I took the time to wash myself up, as I really needed it after all that.
Once I’d gotten washed, I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers, two fresh pairs of socks, my thermal underwear, and my long-sleeved undershirt. Then I did a quick inspection of our exterior. It looked like we were inside of some kind of wild, makeshift tent or on the inside of a patchwork doll maybe. Between what we’d all managed to find scattered across the region, there had apparently been enough blankets to cover damn near every square inch of the place, and that included floor and ceiling. They’d hammered blankets, pillowcases, and sheets everywhere, covering both doors and leaving only the fireplace uncovered.
“We actually managed to find a little store of plastic covering and tape,” Megan said while I was inspecting. “There was enough to cover the windows.”
“Excellent job,” I replied.
The fire was roaring and there was a healthy store of wood, twigs, and kindling nearby to be added as needed. They had also set up two of the portable heaters, both of them on opposite ends of the headboard.
“Where’s the third one?” I asked.
“Here,” Megan said, guiding me over to one of the windows. She pulled back the blanket and showed me. I saw a slight opening in the plastic covering the window, and could immediately feeling the cold radiating off of it as the winds continued to shriek wildly outside. I saw the third heater resting inside. “It was the lowest one on power, and since it’s still daylight out, I figured I’d try and let the thing charge with what sun there was. Here, lemme see if it’s even working.”
She reached in and pulled two items out, passing me one. “Check this shit out.”
I looked at the freezing rectangle of metal in my hands and realized I was looking at a thermometer. It was hovering around negative sixty five, which probably meant it was negative seventy five or even eighty five outside right now.
God knew what the fucking windchill was.
“Hey, it is working! Not as much as you’d think, it was down to around ten percent charge when I put it in after you got in, and it’s maybe thirty five percent now, but that’s progress!” She put it back, then took the thermometer from me, checked it, grunted, and put it back, too. After putting the plastic and blanket back, she turned to look at me. “Chris, I wanted to say now, you did fucking amazing. I…” she hesitated, looking down briefly, then seemed to make herself look back up at me. “This is hard for me, but you handled this like a real badass. We’re alive now entirely because of you. And you risked your life, more than once, to make this happen, so...thank you.”
She hugged me.
As I hugged her back, I looked over, saw Elizabeth and Delilah had settled on the bed again. They were looking at us. “She’s right,” Delilah said. “Thanks.”
“Yeah, Chris. I...don’t even have words. I mean, you just fucking show up out of nowhere, save my life, more than once, fuck me better than I’ve ever been fucked, and your super fucking nice to me and take care of me? Thank you seems way too shallow,” Elizabeth said.
“You’ve more than thanked me enough so far, and it’s fine,” I replied. “And all of you helped me do this. I didn’t do it alone. But what I did do, I don’t regret or resent at all. You three are fantastic. Let’s just leave it at: we’re all here, we’re all safe, and we’re all grateful. Yeah?”
“Fine by me,” Delilah said.
“Yeah, that’s fine,” Megan said, pulling back slightly and looking up at me.
“All right, although I feel like I’m going to be thanking you for awhile,” Elizabeth replied.
“Well...not gonna say no to that,” I replied.
Megan laughed and gave me a kiss. “I’m starving,” she said.
“Yeah, me too. Let’s put dinner together.”
And that was what we did next. Given it was easiest and probably best under the circumstances, we cooked two big pots of stew made from fried up deer meat and some vegetables, mostly corn and peas, all recovered from that house.
Once the meal was made and distributed, we sat together on the bed and ate, careful not to spill anything, given the fact that we probably weren’t leaving this bed for the next who knew how long. Hopefully the storm didn’t last too long.
But we were here, and we were safe, and we were happy.
All in all, given the circumstances, I thought that was more than enough.
EPILOGUE
The storm lasted the rest of the day, and through the night, and a little ways into the next day, although periodic investigations of the thermometer revealed that it began to calm the fuck down sometime around dawn.
We slept a lot, especially me and Elizabeth.
We had sex, and all three of them blew me at least once.
And that was fucking awesome.
Although the storm finally died off a little bit around noon, and the sky was back to normal a couple hours after that, we opted to just stay in for the rest of that day and night, too. We ate, fucked, talked, relaxed, and finally slept.
The next day, we packed up everything we could, having to leave most of the blankets and extra cloth behind, but I had to be honest, I was flying high. The guns alone were a huge fucking find and great bargaining, but we’d also managed to find a decent store of food, and some medicine and other random supplies to help boost our stock.
Plus, those mobile heaters, hot damn.
Big find.
It took us another four days of walking before we at long last completed our journey.
~
“I gotta admit, I’m nervous,” Delilah s
aid. “What if she’s not there? What if...shit, what if something’s happened to her?”
We were walking through a forest. We’d left the highway, as the town wasn’t actually directly off the highway, but a few miles east of it. The rest of the trip out here had been wonderfully uneventful, and I’d even manage to bag a deer yesterday.
“It’s a possibility,” I said, trying to ride the line between being supportive but also being realistic for her. “But whatever happens, wherever she is, I’ll help you find her. Our first order of business is to get a place, and get settled. Are we all cool to live together for now?” I asked.
“Obviously I’d love to, you’re the closest people to me in the entire world now,” Elizabeth said.
“Yeah, I’m down to live together,” Megan replied.
“Yeah,” Delilah said, distractedly. She was looking at the sky.
“See something?” I asked.
“I...yeah. It looks like smoke,” she murmured.
I looked up. She was right. Through the thick forest of trees, I could see smoke wafting on the air high overhead. That could be a big bonfire but…
I sniffed a few times and smelled burning on the air.
Also could be a bonfire or something like that but…
It might not be.
Delilah apparently picked up on that possibility too and suddenly took off.
“Shit, Delilah!” I said, and headed off after her. “Stay with her!” I snapped to Megan, and then I was off. Delilah was fast when she wanted to be.
I didn’t have to go far to catch up with her, however, because I saw her standing still as a statue just beyond the edge of the forest up ahead.
Moving quickly, I came to stand next to her.
“Oh my God…” she whispered.
Now I stood still as a statue. “Holy shit,” I muttered.
“What’s wrong?” Megan asked as she and Elizabeth approached.
Neither of us said anything. We stood atop a natural rise in the land that gave us a clear, clean view of the town of Pine View. It was a low sprawl of buildings settled across a broad, open area cut through by roads, a few creeks, and a river. There were small clusters of structures and individual buildings spread out here and there, but the bulk of the town resided near the middle of the area, what had once probably been eighty or so buildings.
Now, most of them were nothing more than burned rubble.
“Oh fuck me,” Megan muttered as she and Elizabeth came to stand beside us.
“Shit,” Elizabeth whispered.
We stood there in a line for a long moment.
Eventually, I began to realize there were people moving among the smoking ruins, and that probably a dozen of the buildings in the central mass, near the edge closest to us and maybe a mile distant, were still standing.
“Come on,” I said, “we need to see if we can help.”
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