“Oh!, Oh wow, oh.”
“MMM”, Rachel looked up and smiled around his cock. She spit on it then lowered her mouth further and further down his shaft. When he felt himself well into her mouth she lifted her head and sucked the head of his cock until it popped out. “Now I’m going to keep going and when you feel yourself ready, just let it go.” Will wanted to ask questions, but her head was moving, her lips were tugging at him, her hand was rolling his balls and a feeling was building. Will’s toes were curling in his boots, there was sweat on his brow, his breath was coming in bursts, his balls were pulling up, his cock was throbbing, he felt, he felt, he was, “Unngh, uuuuh.” His cum was bursting from his cock and Rachel was swallowing it all, sucking and stroking as his body felt he would explode. Then the wave passed and he settled down. “Oh oh, wow, that was.”
“Your first time?”
“Uh huh.”
“Happy to help. I kind of wish I could take you all the way, but… Greg.”
“That’s ok, that was amazing. Thanks.”
“Thank you for helping us. I’d offer again to join us, but that might cause problems. We better get back.” Will closed himself up and they walked back to the camp. One of the other couples was off in the brush and it sounded like they were going all the way. Greg looked at them,
“She clean your pipes out? She’s good kid.” Rachel shushed him,
“C’mon Greg, leave the kid alone. He did good.”
“But you are going on your own way?” Apparently Greg did want to avoid any complications. Will assured him,
“Yeah. Going alone. OK?”
“Yeah we’re ok.” Greg looked at Rachel to be sure. She nodded. After a bit more talk of travel plans and some more instructions from Will on survival tips, he left them with some cans of food and an opener.
“I’ll find more in the next town.”
Kelly McFarland had been returning from a ski trip at Killington before the spring semester at Sienna. At 19 she was fairly independent and was driving alone down route 7 when the poor reception she was getting on her radio broke in with news of the attacks. The mountains had sheltered her but when she had pulled in to a small town to get her bearings it seemed deserted. What had happened? How bad? Where was it safe to go? It seemed everyone had, disappeared. What kind of bomb had been used? There had been talk in recent years of weapons that could take out electronics grids, and even ones that could vaporize animals and people caught in the shock wave. She decided to stay in the town until she had a better idea of what to do and where to go. At least she’d have food.
That had worked for awhile. Kelly had a warm enough place to stay, out of the weather. Food to eat. But no information. That radio was now out. There was nothing on the streaming devices. Power was going out which would make her car useless after a short while. Then a couple of weeks ago she’d heard voices in town. Peering from the window of the home she’d been using she saw a group of men rummaging through the local stores. There weren’t being too gentle with anything. Then as they continued on through town Kelly saw the three women being pushed along. This did not look good. The group of eight or nine had set up a camp in a farm style house at the end of the main street. Through the evening Kelly heard screams and shouts as well as laughter. Men’s laughter. Women’s screams.
The next morning when they’d left Kelly decided to pack what she needed and move off to more deserted parts. Maybe if she could get down to more familiar areas, somewhere near Albany, she could get her bearings. It would be a long walk. Apparently computer systems had been affected. Another visit to the outdoors shop had fitted her with sturdy warm boots, layers of clothing, gloves, etc. Despite the circumstances, Kelly took a moment while dressing to use the full length mirror. What she saw didn’t displease her. 5-7, long auburn hair tied back. She had a healthy figure from exercise, skiing and swimming. Her boobs could have been bigger, in her opinion, but Kelly couldn’t complain, they stood out nicely and she had no problem getting guys’ attention at school. She turned and admired her butt for a moment then forgot her vanity and dressed in the heavy clothing. She needed to be practical, not sexy. Sexy might actually be dangerous from what she’d seen.
Kelly was walking along a path thinking about trying to find the Appalachian Trail when she stupidly stumbled into the camp. She’d been trying to read a map and working out the distance to a road that would take her east to the trail when she came upon a group sitting around a dying fire. There were six men sitting comfortably and three women tied together. A tall redheaded man stood as she came through the trees.
“Well look what we have here. A guest.” Kelly stopped and tried to back up, but another man was already behind her. “This one’s a lot younger than our other friends.” Kelly looked over at the sad bedraggled women. They looked exhausted, but she guessed they were in their thirties or forties. “I’m Hank. Behind you there is Luke. My other travelling companions are Steve, Pete, Connor and Dirty Pete. I think you’ll get to know why.” Kelly tried to speak,
“I, uh, I’m just passing through. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”
“Oh no. You’re no trouble at all. Stay. In fact, we insist.” Luke had grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her. Hank unzipped her coat. He was immediately interested in the two mounds encased in her sweater. He took one in each hand. “Ok boys, now these are firm.”
“No, please.” Kelly looked hopefully at the women. Their eyes looked dazed, and so sad.
Pete was next to her now, getting a closer look. “Don’t look at them. They don’t talk much. Won’t even tell us their names. We call them Bitch 1, Bitch 2 and Bitch 3. Now do you want to be Bitch 4, or do you have a name?” Pete was now also testing the firmness of Kelly’s breasts.
“Please don’t. This, this isn’t right. I’m sure you’re good men, had regular jobs.” Now Hank took over again,
“Oh sure, we were all law abiding citizens. Not even a parking ticket. Then the world fucked us. Fucked us good. Killed our families and most everyone we knew. The boys and I were on a camping trip, so somehow it missed us. So we’re fucked for good and we did nothing to anyone. So now it’s what we want and who we want. And right now, I want you and your nice young cunt.”
Kelly screamed. The other women cringed and moved back in unison. The men stripped her and held her as she kicked and struggled. But she was no match for a group of men. Sure she had had sex with men before. A couple of kids in high school. A wilder freshman year of college, then kind of settling on to one boyfriend for most of the past semester. But she’d never been taken against her will. It hurt when Hank tried to enter her. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on her pussy. Then he spit on his cock and tried again. She screamed, but he pushed relentlessly. They held her and groped her breasts while Hank assaulted her. He declared her tighter than any he’d had. Much better than those old twats tied up by the tree. He fucked Kelly and watched as they pulled at her dark nipples. Her young tits bouncing as he thrust. When he came he whooped with joy, then let Steve have a go. By the time Luke was between her legs the extra cum had lubicated her and it didn’t hurt so much, still Kelly cried and pleaded. When the five were done they turned her over onto her knees. She felt someone spit on her ass then a stinging pain as Dirty Pete drove his cock into her ass. This was new pain, different pain. Kelly sobbed and waited for it to be done. He drove into her until he pumped his load of cum in her ass. Satisfied the men sat around sharing high fives at the “fine young ass they’d be enjoying.” Hank gave her her coat for some warmth. “But not too much. It’ll save time when I get another poke at that pussy later.” They tied her to the rope holding the other women in place. Kelly sat sobbing. He vagina and ass sore and leaking cum. The woman sitting next to her tried to offer what comfort she could,