A Toast to Making Babies

One of the great advantages to living in a post-apocalyptic zombie-infested nightmare is that you get the best Scotch in the world for absolutely free. Just walk into any liquor store and take whatever you want off the shelf. This evening, I was breaking the seal on a new bottle of Bruichladdich, settling down in the fore of the boat and watching the stars appear. It was a beautiful, still evening; Kate had the evening watch which meant I could relax until midnight.

My solitude was, alas, interrupted by two girls who joined me in the fore. But these were two of my favorites: Emma, a tall, womanly girl of sixteen: curly brown hair, a soft, delicate face, and a figure that has left adolescence behind; and Heather, a smart little whipper-snapper of a twelve year old, straight blond hair, a little freckled face.

"It's so cool that Sarah's pregnant!" Heather said as she and Emma settled down on the benches that ran along the rail in the fore.

"Yeah!" Emma agreed.

"That means we'll have three babies, since Elizabeth's pregnant again, too. Isn't that awesome?"

"It is," Emma said, "I just feel so sorry for them, stuck inside the castle walls their whole life."

"Kate says she has a plan," Heather said. "She says she wants the babies to be free, just like we were, when we were kids."

I lifted my glass. "To babies," I said, "and to Commander Kate and her plan." The girls lifted pretend glasses. "Wait, wait, we need to make a proper toast." I grabbed two more glasses and poured a half a shot in each.

"What is this?" Heather asked, making a face as she sniffed it. "It smells gross!"

"It's whiskey," I said.

Emma lifted her glass to her mouth and took a tiny sip. "It's strong," she said. She took another sip.

"OK, now we're set." I raised my glass. "To Kate's plan, and to babies!" We clinked our glasses, Emma took a big sip afterwards.

"Meg was saying we should all have babies," Heather said. "We need to 'propagate the species.' Emma, you're the oldest, what do you think? When are you going to have a baby?"

In the dim light of dusk I could see Emma's cheeks go red.

"Don't you think she should have a baby, John?"

Emma took the last sip of her whiskey and I grabbed the bottle. As I was filling it--a bit more this time--I looked at her beautiful face. "I think Emma'd make a good mother." She smiled meekly at me.

"It's so weird, though, isn't it? That there are no other boys?" Heather said. "The only other guy in the whole world other than John is that horrible man in London that keeps women locked up so he can have sex with them."

"Heather!" Emma said over her glass of whiskey.

"Well it's true, that's what he does, I heard Sarah talking about it." She looked back at me. "It's true, isn't it? Why do you think there are no boys around, John?"

"I don't know, this disease must have something to do with the Y chromosome. It definitely seems to kill men off even more than women. But of course there might be more men that we just don't know about."

"What's the Y chromosome?"

And so the conversation veered off into other territories.

I relieved Kate at midnight; it was an amazingly calm night, not a ripple of wind on the water, the sail hanging limp. I knew we were at least a good fifty miles out, so no need to worry about getting too close to shore. Really not much to do on a watch like this but stand here and think and watch the moon just beginning to rise over the horizon.

I heard some soft noises from below, and a moment later Emma appeared on the stairs. "Hey, Emma," I said quietly. "Your watch doesn't start for like three hours."

"I know, I just couldn't sleep."

"Well I'm glad for the company, maybe you can keep me from falling asleep!"

She stood in silence for quite a while, staring out at the reflection of the moon as it crested over the water. I could tell there was something on her mind. Finally she spoke.

"So you really think I'd make a good mother?"

"Of course." I paused, waiting for her to say something more, but when she didn't speak, I added, "You're thinking about what Heather said, aren't you? About having a baby?"

"Yeah. So what do you think? Do you think I should?"

"I'm probably not the best person to ask."

"Why not?"

"Because I have an ulterior motive."

"What do you mean?" she asked, but then I could see her smiling in the moonlight as she figured out what I meant.

"So what do you think? Do you think you should have a baby?"

"I don't know, but..." She looked up at me. "But it isn't just about having a baby, is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I don't know if I'm ready to have a baby, but... I know I'm ready to have sex."

I walked up to her, reached out and put my hands on her sides. I moved my hands up to her breasts, holding them. They were soft and full and wonderful. I unbuttoned her pajama top and I pushed it off her shoulders. She let it fall to the ground, and her breasts were bare. They were round and plump and surprisingly large, hanging down from her chest, topped with very large nipples--her areolae were more than two inches in diameter, covering the top of her breasts; in the center of each was a small nub which quickly grew larger, the areolae wrinkling and constricting, as her nipples stiffened in the cool sea air.

I took her breasts in my hands, squeezing them up and together. "Your breasts are beautiful," I whispered. She smiled nervously. I leaned my head down and put my face in between her breasts; they were warm and soft and oh-so-amazingly womanly. I realized as I snuggled into them, that these were the finest breasts I'd experienced at least since my wife died.

I led her into the fore and threw some cushions from the benches on the floor. She knew exactly what to do and immediately took her pants and panties off, then lay down on the cushions and spread her legs. I quickly dropped my pants and climbed on top of her and directed my cock down to her sex. He quickly found his mark, her lips amazingly wet and open, and they wrapped luxuriously around my cockhead. "Oh, Emma," I said, without even thinking, "Oh my god!"

She lifted her legs in the air.

She winced as my cockhead pushed hard against her hymen; I pulled back and rammed in and I could feel the tight skin starting to tear. Back, rammed in again, and this time I kept the pressure up, not pulling back, just forcing my big head through the tiny tear in the skin. As I felt the opening expanding reluctantly to let me in, she left out a long, high-pitched moan.

"Does it hurt?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Don't stop."

I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, my cock was acting entirely of his own volition now. He pushed through the tight shards of her maidenhead and into the soft, warm flesh of her vagina.

At first I was gentle; pulling back slowly until my cockhead passed through the remains of her hymen and only her slick lips were left still holding onto me, then pushing in slowly again until I was all the way in, all the way to the hilt, my cockhead buried into the soft, yielding flesh of her cervix. I made love to her like this for some time, feeling her hot, slick lips slide up and down my shaft, her tight warm flesh clenching around me.

Eventually I knew it was time to consummate the act and I lay down on her completely, pulled my cock back, and slammed into her. She grunted. I pulled back, slammed in again, and she grunted again. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, surprised and even shocked at my aggressiveness.

I held her face in front of mine. "I like to fuck hard," I said. She nodded, her eyes still wide. "Do you like to be fucked hard?"

"I don't know."

"Your cunt is so wide open now I can do anything I want to you." Slam, grunt. "Your cunt is begging to fucked hard right now, isn't she?"

"I don't--" slam, grunt "--know."

"She's begging for come, isn't she?"

"Are you going to come?"

"You want me to?"

"Yeah." Slam grunt.

"Tell me that you want my come inside you!"

"I want your come inside me," she said, her eyes still wide.

I was slamming her very hard now, over and over. "Oh, fuck, Emma!" My come barreled down my cock and into her young body, an amazing, huge stream of semen, then another and another. "Oh, Emma, oh, Emma!" We lay and kissed, hugging each other.

After a while I climbed off of her and walked, bottomless, over to the con to make sure that all was well. When I wandered back, she was sitting up, holding her knees. "What do you think?" I asked her.

She smiled. "It was awesome."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." She grinned at me. "But then again, I like to be fucked hard, right? So of course I would like it."

"Of course." I grinned back at her.

I could feel a stirring in my loins; my little guy is rarely up for an encore but I could tell that he wanted one tonight. "Why don't you show me how much you like to fuck," I said. "Why don't you get me hard again with your mouth and then we can do it again.

"I don't know what to do."

I lifted my semi-turgid member and pointed it at her. "Suck me. Open wide and suck."

She opened her mouth and I shoved my cock in. "Wide," I said, "Open wide."

She looked up at me with big, wide, bewildered eyes. Her mouth was warm and wonderful and I was pretty much instantly hard. I pulled back out of her mouth.

"Now go lean over that bench," I commanded, nodding at a bench.

She looked up at me with curious, possibly a little concerned, eyes, but she crawled to the bench and leaned over it. I dropped down on my knees behind her. "Yeah, there you go, ass in the air!"

She arched her back so that her bottom was sticking up in the air and then I rammed my cock, rock-hard again, into her, one stroke and I was all the way in. "Uhhhgggg!" she grunted. By now I'd realized that I really could be as rough as I wanted with Emma. Emma really does like it rough.

"Oh, yeah! Emma, you little slut!"

I fucked her very hard for a very long time before I finally added a bit more sperm to what was already swimming around inside her.

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We were waylaid by the calm all day. I was thinking about firing up the diesel engines so that we could make some headway, but it was a pleasant time, out on the water, the only time you were really free from the lurchers, and I had some damn fine company so I hadn't made started the engines just yet.

Kate and I were below, I was sitting up in a bunk and she was down between my legs, working her magic with her mouth, spit flowing down my cock and dripping off my balls as she bobbed her head and jacked me.

I saw Emma come down the stairs and walk into the room. She started when she saw us, and turned to leave.

"Come on in, Emma," I said.

"What're you guys doing?" she asked, genuinely confused.

Kate pulled off my cock. "I'm giving him a blowjob. Come'er, I'll show you what to do."

Emma crawled onto the bed next to Kate between my legs. "Open wide," Kate said. Emma opened wide and took my head in her mouth. "Lots of spit, he likes it really wet, don't you, John?"

"Oh yeah."

"Now bob your mouth up and down on his head, and use your hand, too, like it's your pussy. Not too tight, just let it slide."

Emma worked me for a while, gradually getting the hang of it, then she pulled off and Kate went back to work.

"Come here, Emma," I said. She climbed up the bunk. "Take your shirt off." She pulled her shirt off. "And your bra." She reached around and unhooked her bra, her beautiful full breasts bouncing out happily now that they were unrestrained.

"Now hang those beautiful tits in my face."

She leaned over me and I rubbed my face in between her breasts, feeling their incredible softness and warmth. Then I latched onto a nipple.

Pretty soon Kate had me on the edge. "Sit back now Emma." She sat back. "Make those titties bounce." She started bouncing on the bed and pretty soon she had them swinging nicely, beautiful big bags of fat shaking and shimmying. "That's right, that's what I want!" She was grinning broadly. "Oh, fuck," I said, putting my hands on Kate's head as my come barreled out of me. She took every drop, like she always does.

To be continued...