Dystopian Girls 6

by Rodzil LaBraun

  This was a completely different side of Jada. I liked it even though it was unexpected. But I was sensing that she was enjoying playing this role even more than I could possibly have imagined. I felt like something deep inside of her was finally coming out.

  Our bodies pushed against each other as we kissed some more. This was more contact between our lips than all of our other encounters combined. Then I felt her hand firmly around my erection. Without even looking down, she raised one leg and inserted me inside of her.

  Oh, my, the heat of her vagina engulfed my penis like a wool glove around a cold hand. She was more than wet enough to accept me deep right away. I felt the heel of her raised foot against my ass as she hoisted herself onto me, crossing her legs behind my lower back. Her arms went around my neck to pull my mouth against hers as she rode me where I stood.

  The passion was growing as I thrust into her to match her rhythm. Despite the challenging position she had no difficulty bouncing on my erection for several minutes without me even needing to hold her to me.

  I felt the force of her calves pushing irregularly against my kidneys. It even hurt the beer filled organs as her orgasm came on strong. To my surprise she continued to ride me soft and slow while she moaned into my mouth. It continued for over a minute, which seemed like an eternity. And I thoroughly enjoyed every second of it. I could feel my testicles getting prepared to release.

  "I am getting close, dear," I whispered to her erratically. I didn't want to ruin the vibe that she had created, but I was about to climax myself. "Should I put it inside of you?"

  She never wanted to take a chance on getting pregnant before. Had that changed with this new wifely mentality? If I had tried to cum inside her pussy before she would have gone total ape shit.

  "No, sweetie," she answered, the lights coming back on inside her eyes. She had a great long-lasting orgasm but had finally returned to her senses. "On my titties," she instructed me.

  Jada slid off of me smoothly and dropped to her knees. Before I could grab my engorged boner, she had both hands around it, stroking it slowly. I longed for her to place it in her mouth, but her thumbs caressing the tip with each pass was just as satisfying physically. She aimed the tip at her beautiful chocolate melons as she drained me of every drop that I had to give her. And it was a significant amount. Just as I was about to stop her hands she pulled away with perfect timing.

  She stood back up and gave me another kiss on the lips, being careful not to lean against my chest and return the gift that I had just given her. She grabbed her shirt and wiped off as she reached for my hand. I followed her to the bed and climbed in ready for a good night’s sleep, if that was what she wanted.

  She laid her head on my chest and closed her eyes with a lovely smile across her talented lips. "Don't expect all of our nights to be like this," she whispered.

  "Okay," I replied. "But you should know that I really, really enjoyed it."

  "I know you did," she said opening her eyes to study me. "I did, too. I haven't made love like this for years."

  "Years?" I asked without thinking. Then I realized that she was saying that things weren't this tender between her and her husband back before the end of the world. I decided not to push for more information. This was most definitely not the time for it. I wouldn’t want anything to ruin this experience for us.

  Instead of nodding Jada blinked her eyes twice, then kissed me one last time on the lips. "Thank you for being the man that you are. I really do love you, Mason. And I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN:

  Riley and Alexa announced that it was officially cleaning day. Things that they had put off due to uncertainty were now required tasks. They could wait no more. All towels, sheets and throw rugs were going to be new world worthy. That was a phrase that Alexa used once, and Riley decided to coin and repeat it.

  The first two women to bind themselves to me were the housewives clearly. Though Alexa tended to take the lead in organizing meals and cleaning projects, Riley stayed on top of everything else. Back at our old compound of over a hundred people, there were a lot of things going on. Here though, since Mister Skull and his band of mutants dispersed our community, Riley had become less of a company secretary.

  "How does it feel?" I asked her.

  "How does what feel?" she replied. I could see a little more happiness in her eyes, but that could be just my imagination. There might have been even a little more curl to the edges of her mouth, the way that she liked to hint at a smile instead of grinning outright.

  "The reduced workload," I told her. "You used to have so many people to organize, and several projects to manage at once. Now that we are back to our core group, how does it feel?"

  She tilted her angelic face to give it some thought, her long straight black hair hung silkily on her shoulder. "Good for the most part," she answered. "I just keep having this feeling that I'm forgetting something. You would let me know if I was slacking, wouldn't you?"

  "Probably," I chuckled. "But what is the chance of that happening? You are the most dedicated worker that I have ever seen."

  "Thank you, sweetheart. But Stella is a real workhorse despite her small stature. And everyone does their share really. I don't stand out..."

  "Well, you are right about Stella," I cut her off. "But she doesn't have as much to juggle as you tended to lately. Just take the compliment, please."

  "Okay, darling," she smiled. "Thank you. I do it all for you."

  "I know that you do. But wouldn't you like to have something that is just for you?"

  "Not really," she answered as she slid under my arm to put hers around my waist. I gave her a quick peck on the lips as we often did when having a conversation. "I get enjoyment out of doing things for you and the others. I don't need a hobby, if that is what you are asking."

  "What kind of things did you do before the end of the world?"

  Riley laughed. "The same kinds of things that everybody else did back then, I guess. That was a different world, though. I feel like I have more purpose in life now. I think we all do."

  I had never thought about it that way, but she was right. When there were hundreds of thousands of people going about their daily business within a ten-mile radius of us, it was easy to feel insignificant. We did what we were expected to do. Go to school. Study a trade. Get a decent job, or not. Hang out with friends when your schedules matched up. Play video games and watch TV.

  Securing a house from invasion from clans, mutants and zombies felt much more important. People were counting on me with their lives. Getting the power working was a big deal. Heck, every fish or squirrel we brought back to clean and eat was something. It wasn't like everybody could do it, like grabbing fast food at a drive through. I did feel much more purpose in my life since the girls came along. Before that, when I was still alone, and I was just living day to day. Doing things for others was kind of the secret to happiness. How did hardly anybody know that before the shitdown? Because back then everyone was only interested in themselves it seemed.

  They say that there is nothing like a crisis to bring the best out of good people. In this dystopian world of zombies and turmoil, it has been more like an ongoing onslaught of crises. And all of my women have risen to the occasion.

  Maybe none of us would be as great if we hadn't found each other. Had chance occurrences brought us together? Looking back, it was almost like we were meant to be with each other. Dare I call it fate?

  Then I thought about Ling. And Jamila. And some of the other good people that are now gone. Dead perhaps, but out of our lives certainly. Was that fate, too?

  "What are you thinking about so hard?" Bianka asked me. She had just gotten up from bed. The rest of us had just finished lunch, but Bianka had covered all of night guard duty since Jada was spending the entire night with me.

  Bianka was wearing her short shorts and her old vest. No shirt, no shoes or socks. I had never seen her come out of her room so scantily clad. B
etween her perfect tan skin and gorgeous face, I felt like I was to agree to anything that she might suggest.

  When we were just friends we would hug sometimes. Kisses were much less common. But things had changed dramatically between us recently. I wasn't sure exactly how comfortable she had become with our new arrangement. When she slid her arm around my waist and leaned in for a long kiss, I found out quick.

  It was daytime and we were in the middle of the kitchen. Riley had her back turned and everyone else had left the room to pursue their projects. It wasn't as if this was a sexual opportunity. But damn, she looks so good!

  I pulled her to me for another kiss. My hand quickly found her bare breast under her vest and pinched the nipple.

  "Hey, frisky," she said with a surprised expression. At least she didn't complain or pull away. The old Bianka would have had a conniption fit and punched me right in the face.

  "I'm sorry dear," I said as I licked the tip of her perfect nose. "The mere sight of you in this outfit is doing a number on me."

  "What?" she responded looking down at her body as if she didn't know how incredible she looked. "My hair is a mess."

  "I'd like to mess it up some more," I told her.

  "Do you two need me to leave the room?" Riley asked.

  "No sweetie," I said to her. Seeing Bianka walk in looking the way she did put me in a rare mood. "I need you to come over here and join us."

  "Woah," both Bianka and Riley said. Then I saw movement by the sliding door leading into the backyard. Alexa and Stella were both there with their noses against the glass, hands shielding the sunlight so they could see inside. My onslaught of sexual feelings sent out a beacon for spectators apparently.

  "Oh, shit," I said as I stepped back. "I've been discovered."

  Bianka waved at the girls peeping in on us then turned on her heel to return to her bedroom. I was certain that when she came back out, she would have on more clothes and have brushed her hair. I was tempted to chase after her. Was she ready for one-on-one time with me?

  I felt a rare surge of orneriness taking me over. I envisioned pinning her face down on the mattress and entering her from behind. Would that be acceptable at this point in the relationship? I was pretty sure an old-world sexual therapist would say no.

  "When is she on the schedule again?" I asked my most organized wife.

  "After Stella, me and Alexa," she replied informatively. There may have even been the slightest hint of a jealousy tone in there, too. "Should I make an adjustment?"

  "No!" the combined voices of Alexa and Stella came through the screen door. Then we all had a laugh before dropping the subject. I decided to find something to keep me busy before Bianka made another appearance. Every one of my wives had their attributes, but when it came to straight up physical appeal, both Bianka and Alexa ranked at the top of the list for me.

  Stella had stripped sod, plowed and furrowed nearly half of the section she had designated as our farm. Once the crops she planted yielded produce, it would be much more than we could possibly eat. Fortunately, there was a large chest freezer in the garage that could hold a couple month’s supply.

  Stella suggested canning as much as possible. The rest of us had no idea how that worked, so she graciously explained. "You heat up the jarred food so that it kills off the stuff that makes it go bad. Then you let it cool down so that it kind of seals itself like a vacuum pack. Then it will last for years without spoiling."

  "Well, that sounds like a good long-term plan," Riley told her. "How do we do it? Do we need special supplies?"

  "Yes," Stella responded. "That's the only problem. You would usually get it from a hardware store. The chances of scrounging enough usable supplies from this neighborhood is pretty slim."

  "Awesome," Alexa told her with a playful attitude. "Do you have any other great ideas that we can't use?"

  "Hey now, girl," Bianka chastised her for being rude to her long-time friend. She was fully dressed for warm weather and had her hair pulled back in a neat ponytail. Still sexy as hell, but not outright asking for attention.

  "I was just playing."

  "She didn't mean any harm," Stella told her protector. "And she makes a good point. We can't bank on canning as a complete plan. But if we stumble across some..."

  "I'll put it on the list," Riley told her. "Anytime we search a house or a store, we'll definitely look for canning supplies. It would be well worth hauling it all back here."

  "Since when do we search stores?" Alexa asked.

  "There are stores down on the pike," I told her. "Maybe we could trade with the large group down there to get what we need."

  "The Children of the Phoenix?" Alexa asked. "I thought the plan was to avoid them."

  "It is," I answered, backtracking on my thought. "But when that is no longer possible, we might be able to benefit from a relationship with them."

  We continued to discuss our options, including plans b, c and d. As long as we didn't face any large aggressive factions like the Coalition or Mister Skull's mutants, our future looked bright.

  When Stella asked if she could go beyond the fence to collect more plants and seeds, I checked on the security situation. Jada said that a patrol duo had passed by over an hour ago, so we should be clear for a couple hours at least. If we kept to the area behind the houses it shouldn't even matter as long as we stayed reasonably quiet.

  Jada went with us, leaving Bianka by herself to guard the house. If we encountered any mutant animals or zombies in our search it would be best to have our tamer on hand. And we did need her several times. Wild dogs, angry geese and a pack of six zombies all charged us, but at different times. The animals subdued quickly, but I nearly fired my revolver to protect Stella before Jada could get one of the zombies under control. The nasty thing almost grabbed Stella by her silky hair as it flowed behind her while she ran.

  We pushed well past the two hours but did our best not to make too much noise. It wasn't always up to us. Bianka looked a bit panicked when we finally came through our newly created back gate.

  "Is everything okay?" I asked.

  "A patrol came through over an hour ago. I don't know if they heard or saw something, but four more people came through a while after that. They were peeking around the houses and bushes in search of something. I imagined it was us they were looking for. Something must have tipped them off."

  "Did they take notice of our house?" Alexa asked.

  "Not any more than the others," Bianka replied.

  We all stared at each other for a while before Stella asked if we were still safe. The answer was that we didn't really know for sure. Plus, she would have to define safe to get an accurate answer. Based on our current knowledge we could easily defend ourselves against these Children. But probably her more accurate question was whether or not we were still undetected.

  I was settling into the new situation so well that I didn't want anyone messing with us. Given a preference I would rather not have to deal with these people. But, then again, I'd rather not have them walking in front of my house several times per day.

  We decided to go with the current plan, avoid detection. Within our house we had plenty of freedom. In the backyard we were still in good shape if we stayed relatively quiet. Back and forth to the river looked to be safe enough. But if we wanted to salvage more from the houses in the neighborhood, we were likely to have a confrontation eventually.

  We had dinner together as a group. All six of us. It was my decision to do so. I wanted everyone involved in the conversation. The two security professionals especially. Alexa's gift was enough to sound the alarm should someone come close to the house. A peek out the front window every ten minutes or so kept everyone at ease.

  Alexa and Stella enjoyed what we had going on and didn't want any contact with the outside world. Both Jada and Bianka preferred not to have to hide from anyone. I felt like both groups, to a degree. If we could do both, that would be great.

  "Riley, you haven't voiced an opinion yet,
" Alexa addressed my second wife. She knew that the angelic faced waif had something on her mind.

  "We don't have what we once had," Riley answered. "But we have each other and some peace and quiet. That has to be appreciated after all that we have been through. And protected. But we would be fools if we were to think that this could last forever. We need to have contingency plans."

  "We do," Jada told her.

  "There are a lot of things that could happen," Riley explained. "What if Ling, Jamila and a bunch of reborn skanks show up on our doorstep? Will we take them in? Would we cram them in here or expand? What if a nice couple with a baby is seeking refuge? Do we turn them away? The real question is this, what do we want to be?"