Commander Kate

We pulled the boat up to the wharf and tied her up, then jumped into the Jackal and took off for our compound. We lived, my ladies and I, in a castle. A castle of sorts, it was really a nineteenth-century vanity castle built by some industrialist, but the walls and the gates kept the lurchers out, and it even had electricity and fresh water if we ran the diesel generators. It was also conveniently located near an army base, which provided us with a good deal of weaponry and other necessities for life in this crazy world.

Elizabeth opened the gate as we pulled up, it being broad daylight there wasn't much chance of lurchers and we'd smoke 'em in a second if they appeared. Elizabeth was pregnant again with our second child, and she'd just started showing. I jumped out of the Jackal and introduced her to Kate, patting the baby in her belly at the same time. Kate eyed her suspiciously but was reasonably polite.

"Girls," I shout, "I've got someone here I want you to meet!"

Squeals from around the compound, followed by shoving and arguing, and from various places appear nine girls, ages ten to sixteen; Beatrice is the youngest, Emma the oldest, I won't bore you with the names of the other seven.

They swarmed around Kate, who was clearly and immediately overwhelmed. Terrified. She grabbed onto me like a child. The girls all talked at the same time, like girls do. "Where do you want to sleep?" "You can sleep in our room, we have two extra beds!" Kate just held tighter to me.

"I think it'll probably be best if Kate sleeps in me and Jennie's room for the first night, OK?"

"Oh! No fair!"

"Com'on Jennie, let's show Kate our room. Kate, this is my niece, Jennie." Jennie is a beautiful fourteen-year-old, she and I have been together virtually every minute since the troubles. Her family--my brother-in-law's family--and mine were vacationing in London together when the shit hit.

That night, Jennie was sleeping with me like she has every night since the troubles. She had her own bed in our room, but she never slept in it. It was Kate's bed for tonight, but Kate wasn't sleeping in it either, not now; She was on top of me, her pants off, my penis out of the fly of my boxers, riding me like a little minx. She was working it nice and slow, really quiet, the only sound our steady breathing and the slish-slosh of wet sex as she slid high up on my belly and my cockhead slipped out of her warmth, then a sweet sloppy sucking sound as she pushed back down again. I knew from personal experience that she could keep this pace up for ten, fifteen minutes if she wanted, and I was in pure fucking heaven. It was the finest feeling you could ever imagine, her vagina so hot and tight and comforting. I wanted to be inside her forever.

I felt a bit sorry for Jennie, sleeping or I should say trying to sleep next to us, but I have to admit I was hoping she was paying attention; this is how a woman loves a man, not like Jennie, who just lays there, unwilling, and makes me play the rapist every time I fuck her.

Eventually, after at least ten minutes, maybe more, of this slow, steady, gentle lovemaking, I felt my orgasm starting to boil, deep inside me, and I couldn't wait to shoot my junk into the little bitch's little cunt. But right as my semen was about to start it's glorious race, down and out my cock and into her, she stopped. I don't know how she knew, but she knew, and she stopped, just the head of my cock inside her soft, wet lips. Oh, fuck! I wanted her to keep going, finish me off, I wanted to come so badly. Oh, fuck! She kept my head right inside her lips until my orgasm passed, unfulfilled, then she let him slip out, sat up on her knees, and pulled her shirt off. She pulled my shirt off, too, and then started working magic. Pure magic.

As my cock lay prone against my belly, she sat down on it, splaying her sopping wet lips around my shaft, then slowly, luxuriously, slid them up to my head. My cock twitched, trying to raise himself up and enter her--Yes! That's where I want to be! I want to be in there! Let me in!--but she did not let him in, she slid back down, only slightly, only an inch, the hot, slick folds of her vaginal entrance wrapping voluptuously around my head. Then she slid back up, and down, caressing the underside of my head as my cock lay prone against my belly, so gently, so softly, so caringly showing her womanly love to my cockhead. As she did this, her come flowed out of her; my belly and my cockhead were soaking wet and I knew she was rubbing her clit against my cock, I could feel it, stiff and small, sliding along the most sensitive part of my cock: from my urethral opening, down and over the ridges of my hood where its two sides converge on the underside of my head, then down a little further, following the path of my urethra a half an inch, then back up, up and over my hood to my urethral opening again. Down, and up, sliding wet and gentle. Oh my god! Each time she slid up to my urethral opening, my cock would arch excitedly, lifting off my belly--Let me in! Let me in! Pussy! Pussy! Pussy! Let me in!--but she did not, she moved back down again.

After she had massaged me like this for a couple minutes, she once again brought me to the brink. "Oh god Katie I'm gonna come!" I said in a shockingly loud, hoarse voice. With that, she stopped; instead, she slid her slick lips down my shaft, all the way down to the hilt and then even lower, onto my balls. And then she made love to my balls, sliding her lips over my scrotum, soaking it; then she reached down and lifted my balls, holding them up, wrapping her wet lips around one testicle, then the other.

"Oh my god," I said in a quieter, still hoarse, voice. She had a big grin on her face. And then she leaned over me, her face right above mine, and slid her lips all the way up my shaft to my head, and then down, all the way down, then up again, then down, then--"Oh, Katie!"--my orgasm began, my come boiled, a huge shot fired out of me, all over my chest and her chest and all over both of us and she just kept sliding up and down on my shaft as I came, draining me of all my come. Then she lay down on me, rubbing her chest against me, sliding all over me with my come as a lubricant.

"Did you like that?" she whispered to me, still sliding her skinny chest over my come.

"Oh, god, it was incredible!"

"I told you I was dirty."

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"I just made it up right now."

Then she just held me, and I held her, and we fell asleep like that together.

----

It was not uncommon to hear gunshots from the castle towers after dinner, although it was less common now; when Jennie and I first made our way to the castle after a horrific couple of months living a life of terror in London, we often spent our evenings shooting lurchers as they crept out of the woods. Indeed the sound of gunfire is what first attracted Elizabeth and her daughter, Lana, to our compound; she was a farmer nearby and they joined us immediately; the first time either of us knew there was any other survivors anywhere else in the world.

So gunshots weren't too uncommon, but these days, now that there were fewer lurchers around here, they weren't all that common, either, so I was a bit surprised to hear someone popping off some rounds from the front tower and I went up there to check it out.

I was fairly amazed, when I got there, to discover Kate and Jennie together, each of them with a rifle, picking off lurchers as they appeared. The more you shot, the more of them appeared, that's the thing about lurchers.

"She's a really good shot, John!" Jennie said, smiling at me as I poked my head into the room at the top of the tower. Kate looked proud at the comment, but appropriately grim-faced. Another lurcher appeared, zing! Kate immediately nailed him right in the forehead. Damn, she is a good shot.

A couple of the other girls poked their heads up to see what was going on, and Kate just stood there, picking off lurchers as they showed up, sometimes three or four in a row--zing! zing! zing-zing!--forehead shots, all of them, or at least most of them. It was something to watch.

"Wow, can you teach us how to shoot like that?" Yuka, an eleven year old, asked.

"Sure, come here."

Kate taught the girls how to aim, keep still, hold your breath. Eventually it started getting dark and Jennie started firing flares to keep the field lit; the girls couldn't hit anything under that awkward light, but Kate was still able to score kill hits on over half the lurchers she shot at.

By the end of the day, the girls were calling her "Commander Kate" and they had plans for further training the next day.

----

After the excitement had passed, the girls all trundled off to their bedrooms. Not surprisingly, Kate climbed into bed with Jennie and me, and a few minutes later was doing what she does best: giving me a unbelievably fantastic blow job. She licked everything from my balls to my head, letting the spit flow until it was all soaking wet; then she took my head in her warm mouth, my shaft in one hand, my balls in the other, and she started massaging me. She kept it up for quite a while until I finally blew my load. Like always, she took every drop, and then swallowed.

The next morning, something very surprising happened. I'd just returned from my morning jog and a dip in the pond afterward; Kate was asleep, but Jennie sat up when I walked in the room.

"Hey, John," she said.

"Hey, Jennie, what's up?"

"You should come here," she said. "I was... You know what Jennie did last night?"

"The shooting?"

"No, after that... In bed..."

"Yeah?"

"You like that?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe... Maybe I could try it? Would you like that?"

This was the first time, ever, that Jennie had ever offered to do anything sexual with me. She had never initiated anything sexual between us before. Our sex life consisted of her basically laying there and me raping her. In fact, since Elizabeth had joined us, Jennie and I barely had sex anymore, which as far as I could tell was perfectly fine with her. So, here was this incredibly beautiful girl--she is the most beautiful thing on earth--offering to give me the first blowjob of her life. Having Kate join our little troop was paying some mighty good dividends, I've got to say.

I dropped my shorts and lifted my cock to her; she leaned down and took him in her mouth. She really had no idea what to do, other than whatever she'd been able to see in the darkness the night before, but I just stood there and let her experiment a bit.

It was fun to watch her, from above, as she tried to figure out what to do. She is a beautiful little strawberry blonde, adorable freckles on her cheeks, and a cute little nose. I pulled her hair away from her face so I could watch her and she looked up at me.

"Don't watch," she said, taking my cock out of her mouth.

"Why not?"

"'Cause I'm embarrassed."

"It's one thing the man gets to do, Jennie. He gets to watch, when a girl gives him head."

"Oh."

She leaned back in and sucked a little more.

"Does it feel good?" she asked, taking my head back out of her mouth and looking up at me.

"Yeah."

"As good as when Kate does it?"

In put my finger under her chin. "Kate's really good at it, but you are, too."

There was a stirring and Kate sat up and smiled at us. "You should kiss his balls now, Jennie," she said. "Get down underneath and kiss his balls."

Seeing little Jennie, my beautiful little niece, down underneath me, was quite an erotic sight. My balls looked huge in comparison to her face.

Kate moved over towards us, then put her hand on Jennie's lap. "Suck him some more now," she said. As Jennie took my head back in her mouth, Kate slipped her hand down Jennie's pajama bottoms. A minute later Jennie pulled off my head; she was breathing hard; shallow, excited breaths, and she looked over at Kate and smiled. Kate leaned her head in and they kissed.

My cock was right in their faces as they kissed; Kate broke the kiss and turned and kissed my head, then went back to kissing Jennie. She broke the kiss again. "I can taste him in your mouth," she said quietly to Jennie. Jennie nodded. "I'm going to make him come now, OK?" Jennie nodded again.

Kate turned and took my head in her mouth and started jacking me with her free hand, still fingering Jennie with her other hand. As she worked, Jennie slipped her hand down Kate's pants as well, and she kept her face right there, right in front of Kate and I.

Only a few dozen expert strokes from Kate's skilled hand, and I began to orgasm. I dumped my load her mouth, huge, hot, wonderful shots, and then she turned to Jennie and kissed her, opening her mouth and filling Jennie's mouth with my come. Jennie made a face, and Kate pulled back.

"Don't swallow yet," she said. "You have to show him. Guys like to see their come in girls' mouths."

Grimacing, Jennie turned towards me and opened her mouth and I could see my come; big, thick, viscous globs of semen. Then she closed her mouth, made a face, and swallowed.