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Author: cmsix
Title: NanoVirus
Part: 011
Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there.
Keywords: NanoVirus
Language: English and North East Texan

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   Chapter 11

   We were leaving home.  Now that the power was gone there was nothing to
keep us here.  We had a truck full of meat; we had two trucks full to the
top with other groceries; we had a truck with nearly five hundred totes of
clothes, medical supplies and equipment, firearms, ammunition, gold,
silver, jewelry, and other supplies we would need.  We also had a straight
truckload of tampons.  What more could we need?

   We were heavily armed to my way of thinking.  We all wore a glock for a
sidearm.  I had the street sweeper; and the M4 with the grenade launcher
and I was wearing the 44 mag in the shoulder holster just for luck.  Sharon
had an M16 and Janet had an M16.  The other women all had Remington
semi-automatic.30-06 rifles and all the women had a Remington Model 1100 12
gauge.  We were heading out.  We were a little convoy of eight
tractor-trailer rigs.  Jenna was following in the big Ambulance.  We had
even found a stock of CB radios in the truck stop and had installed one in
the Ambulance so we could communicate as we went.

   We would be going right up I-35 if we could.  I had scouted our proposed
route yesterday, the first twenty miles of it anyway.  Everything was
strangely orderly and I didn't see anything blocking the highway.  I hadn't
even seen any cars or trucks pulled over to the shoulder.

   I was in the lead with the meat truck; it was the original truck.  It
had the train horns and the massive sleeper.  Sharon was the last big truck
in line.  She was the most accomplished with firearms and I thought she and
I should watch the ends of the line.  I thought about Jenna then, bringing
up the actual rear.  I called her on the radio and ask her to advance and
slip between Janet's truck and Diane's truck in line.  They were in the
middle.  This made me feel better about Jenna's position.

   I felt like we were settled into the proper order now so when we all got
onto I-35 I increased the pace.  Beverly and I had decided that fifty-five
was fast enough for now.  It would be easier on the tires, especially for
the three heavily loaded trucks.

   I couldn't actually pinpoint why I'd wanted to gather all these big
trucks.  I just felt that as long as they were available we might as well
take them.  Their tanks held massive amounts of fuel compared to cars or
pickups.  Beverly told me that any of them could reach either coast from
Texas without refueling.  This probably wouldn't be necessary but it would
mean we didn't have to worry about stopping for fuel on our short trip.  We
could even refuel the Ambulance from one of the big trucks with just a hose
if we needed to.

   The first leg of our journey would be short.  We were headed for an army
base that was nearby.  Ft Hood was one of the largest bases in the United
States.  I wasn't sure what we would find there but I was sure there would
be some things we could find a use for.  This all depended on whether it
was actually deserted.  If it was occupied by some military personnel we
would try to just leave without them seeing us.  We would park the big
trucks a few miles away and check it out in the Ambulance.  If it was in
fact deserted we could be reasonably certain that there was no military
whatsoever left.  If there were no soldiers at Ft Hood there just weren't
any soldiers left.

   We pulled into the outskirts of Killeen Texas a little over an hour
later.  We had spotted a fuel stop for big trucks and though it was full of
deserted trucks we managed to get all ours in the lot.  I left Sharon and
Janet in charge of security and took Nancy with me in the Ambulance.  We
followed the signs to Ft Hood and were able to just drive in the main gate
and drive around the base at will.  We saw no one.  It seemed completely
deserted.  We went back for the others.

   Soon all of us parked the trucks in a big lot on the base and we all
crowded into the Ambulance to explore.  It took us over two hours to find a
big warehouse that seemed to be a main one.  I decided we could just use
this as our base of operations so we went back and brought all the trucks
to it.

   I backed an empty truck into a loading dock and then we paired up and
began exploring to see what we had found.  We had found enough stuff to
equip an army.  That made perfect sense.  We spent five days exploring that
warehouse and others and just riding over the base.  When we found the main
outside storage area for helicopters I developed lust in my heart.  I
hadn't thought of it before but when I saw them I knew that just a single
helicopter would prove invaluable to us.  They were useless for us though.
None of us had any idea of how to even start one.

   I had worked one summer for a flying service that gave lessons.  I had
even wheedled my way into four lessons in a single engine plane.  I thought
that if I just had to I could get a small plane into the air and I was
hopeful I could even land one.  I had no delusions about a helicopter
though.  My small exposure to them, the service I'd worked for had owned
two, didn't even include a ride in one; and I knew they were far more
complicated than a small plane.  This really hurt my feelings, as there
were over three hundred helicopters of all descriptions in this one area.
From the way they were scattered around I knew that they hadn't all
belonged here.  I guessed that many of them had been brought here from
other bases during the military's last days.  Oh well, I was fucked out of
a helicopter by my own ignorance.  I realized that after I had hit it rich
I could have easily afforded helicopter lessons and could have even
purchased one.  I'd just been too busy trying to fuck everything in site.

   We did make a haul here though.  When we left we were all proud owners
of M4 carbines with grenade launchers, we even had several extras, as if
we'd ever need them.  The launchers were easily detached though and if the
weight was too much for the women to carry they could just store it.  We
took hundred of thousands of rounds for the glocks and the M4s.  We took
over a thousand grenades.  We found dozens of power generating units and
loaded four brand new ones.  They had eight cylinder Caterpillar engines
and massive generators were attached.

   We all outfitted ourselves with military clothes.  The camouflage type
fatigues.  We got several sets each of two different color schemes.  We all
got combat boots both leather and the canvas type jungle boots.  We left
our old web belts and holsters since the army had a much more complicated
but more functional type to replace them.  We found a section of military
radios and took many to use instead of the CBs that we had.  We kept the CB
radios too but intended to use the army units since they wouldn't be as
common and we could feel better about talking on them.

   Beverly knew enough about radios to tell us that we would need antennas
specifically for the type of radios we were getting and we spent a couple
of hours determining what type we needed and where to find them.  We also
decided to take some walkie-talkies and were happy to find a pallet of them
and then locate a pallet of batteries and chargers.  We basically just went
around for days looking at the things there and trying to decide if we
could use them.

   We were finally ready to leave Ft Hood.  We had filled two more trucks
with our booty and we had also acquired a humvee.  It had insignia that
showed it had belonged to a General.  It was longer that the everyday
hummers that we saw scattered around.  It had a metal covering and looked
slightly similar to a station wagon or a panel truck.  It had enough
seating to accommodate all of us, and more.  Best of all it was
air-conditioned.  It was already equipped with one of the radios like we
had acquired and we checked our new installations against it and we could
communicate easily.

   It even had a mount for some type of gun with a door in the top that
obviously was for a gunner to stand in.  There was no gun attached though.
We didn't dream we would actually ever need a machine gun so we didn't even
look for one to fit.

   It did create a problem.  We now had more vehicles than we had drivers.
Beverly asked me if I could use a welding machine.  I had worked as a pipe
fitter's helper one summer while I was in college.  Melvin Stancil was a
welder on the job that I got pretty friendly with.  He showed me the basics
of stick rod welding and helped me along as I practiced.  I could do rough
welding.  He'd also tried to teach me MIG and TIG welding but I could
barely stick two pieces of metal together using those methods.

   I told Beverly I could weld a little and asked her why she wanted to
know.  She pointed out that the humvee had a towing bar on the front and
that all I had to do was put a hitch on the ICC bumper of my trailer and I
could just tow the humvee.  It was a perfect solution.  It didn't even
require any welding.  I just had to cut a hole in the ICC bumper to put a
hitch ball through.  That was good because I was much better with a cutting
rig than I was with any type of welder.  We found a hitch ball and a
cutting rig and made the modification.  We pulled the humvee up to the back
of my truck and hitched it up.  It worked great.

   We pointed our little convoy east on Highway 190 and headed back toward
I-35.  We hadn't seen one living soul during entire time we'd spent at the
army base.  We came to I-35 and followed the sweeping ramp around and were
soon headed north.  I was surprised that we still hadn't even seen a car or
truck in the breakdown lane or anywhere.  The highway was just empty on
both sides.

   I was just trucking along minding my own business, daydreaming a little
actually.  I was brought up short when a helicopter swooped into my line of
sight seeming to dive across our path.  I hit the brakes at once. 
Thankfully our trucking instructions had included Beverly's thorough
discussion of following distance and plenty of it.  The separation caused
us to be somewhat strung out; but if we'd neglected it we would all or
nearly all be wrecked right now.  I guess all the others had seen the
helicopter also because there was no clamor on the radio asking why I'd
stopped.

   Our halt must have been the craft's main intention.  It came back closer
and hovered for a minute.  We all stayed in our respective trucks and then
the helicopter moved slowly down the line of trucks and back.  I assumed
they were looking us over.

   I decided progress would be extremely slow if we all just stayed put.  I
guessed that who ever was in the helicopter wanted to communicate
something. I took a chance and grabbed a white T-shirt.  I used the radio
to tell the others what I intended and warned them to stay put.  I then
stepped out of the cab and began waving the white flag.

   The helicopter noticed almost at once and came back my way.  It hovered
about one hundred and fifty yards from me.  I could see that it was one of
those small helicopters.  I didn't know the name for them but it was the
kind that had been featured at the beginning of Magnum PI.  I thought that
there were two people in it.  It just kept hovering.  I wondered why it
didn't approach closer.

   I realized that I was waving a white flag but was still carrying my
glock and the Dirty Harry special.  I slowly removed them from their
holster with my thumb and one finger.  I opened the truck's door and put
them inside and shut the door and turned back to face the hovering
helicopter.  It moved off toward the southbound lane just across from where
I was.  It lowered until it was nearly on the pavement and one person got
out as the helicopter rose again to about a hundred feet.

   The person that had exited waved a white rag of some kind at me.  I
noticed that it was a young boy.  He held both his hands high and turned in
a circle letting me see that he was not armed.  Then he pointed to the
center of the median for a few seconds and started toward it.  I moved that
way to meet him.

   As we neared each other I was astonished to see that it was a teenager.
I approached with a smile on my face but he did not return it.  Apparently
this wasn't a social call.

   "We stopped you because we have some information about what is ahead of
you.  Who are you and where are you headed?  Are you in the military?"

   I wondered why he thought I was in the military.  Then I realized I was
dressed in military clothing.

   "No I'm not in the military.  We just procured these clothes since they
seemed durable and comfortable.  We are heading to northeast Texas to try
and establish a home where we can provide for ourselves.  I am with eight
women and we are mainly trying to feed and protect ourselves; and trying to
find a place to settle down."

   He gave me an even harder look.  I could sense that he hadn't approved
when I'd told him that I was with eight women.

   "May I speak to the women?" He asked without trying to sound the least
bit friendly.

   I noticed that the helicopter had set down now and that the pilot's open
door was facing me.  The pilot was a woman.  I could see that she had a
weapon in her lap.  She wasn't pointing it at me but it wouldn't take her
three seconds to shoulder it and take a shot.

   "Of course you can talk to them.  Come on I'll take you to them." I
offered.

   "No.  You stay right where you are.  My mother is covering you.  I will
go and talk to the women." He ordered me almost angrily.

   I sensed then that he was more nervous than angry.  They were taking an
awful gamble and seemed to be doing it to help us.  I didn't want anything
violent to happen but I didn't want to die while they were finding out what
they wanted to know.  I was the best chance the women with me had to
survive.  Even discounting my life I couldn't take unnecessary risk that
might leave them alone.

   "You're mother and you will probably end up dead in just a few minutes
if you aren't careful.  She might be able to take me out but all eight of
the women have automatic weapons and can use them.  Two of them are
excellent shots.  I assure you they will be very angry if I come to harm.
We stopped and offered you a truce.  You have about twenty seconds to get
back into a peaceful mode before I take my chances by signaling them that
you aren't friendly."

   I could see him get very tense after my warning.  He didn't look
frightened but I could tell that he realized that if shooting really did
start he was in even a worse position than I was.  If I were telling the
truth, his mother probably wouldn't even be able to get the helicopter
airborne in time to keep it from being destroyed by automatic weapon's
fire.

   "We are friendly and mean you no harm.  I will be glad to let you talk
to anyone that you want to.  If you have information about what's ahead we
need to hear it; but if you go back to the next truck with me standing here
at gunpoint, you are just going to be at gunpoint yourself.  There is no
need for that.  Just step back and I will signal Jana, the driver of the
next truck, to leave her weapons and come talk to you." I told him.

   "Alright." He said and he stepped back beside me.

   I motioned to Jana to come to us.  When she stepped out with her weapons
I motioned for her to leave them in the truck.  Sharon had taken security
to heart since her ordeal, which led to her joining us, and I felt sure she
was already out of her truck and moving on the other side of the trucks to
see what was going on.  Though I felt the situation would soon resolve
itself peacefully I was still tense.  I felt that if anyone were to be shot
I was probably the best candidate to receive the first round.  I didn't
doubt that the helicopter and the boy and his mother that had arrived in it
would be gone shortly after that.  I just couldn't see where that would
help me.

   Jana joined us then and though I could tell she was tense she had a big
smile on her face.

   "Hi, I'm Jana." She introduced herself to our visitor.

   "Is he holding you prisoner." The boy asked Jana.

   I was surprised at the thought and nearly laughed but I kept from it. 
Jana couldn't contain herself though and just guffawed.  She actually
doubled up in laughter.  This shocked the boy and while he was trying to
get the joke Sharon stepped from behind my trailer with her M4, launcher
attached, and pointed it directly at the newcomer.

   "Be very still.  Your life depends on it.  No matter what happens, if
shots are fired you will be the first to die.  Right after I kill you, that
pilot will be entertaining a grenade in the helicopter." Sharon told the
boy as she came forward and placed the muzzle of the M4 to his chest.

   I stepped back a couple of steps and raised my arms.  Sharon directed
Jana to take her, Sharon's, glock and cover the boy.  When this was
accomplished Sharon stepped into view of the chopper's pilot.  The pilot,
seeing Sharon, must have noticed the grenade launcher.  Unbidden she left
her weapon and exited the helicopter.

   "Sharon, whatever you do don't shoot them if it can be avoided at all. I
think they are just nervous.  Like you were when dead guy was chasing you.
When the other one gets a little closer I want you and Jana to walk back a
little and put down your weapons.  We need to be as peaceful and
accommodating as we can."

   When the pilot had left the chopper about a hundred feet behind, Sharon
and Jana did as I'd asked.  They put their weapons on the ground and came
back to where the boy and I were standing.  The woman realized the
significance of this at once and walked toward us faster.

   She was more like what I had come to expect survivors to be.  She was a
beautiful woman.  I doubted she was really the boy's mother though since
she appeared to be only twenty or twenty-one.  She had dark black hair that
hung in gentle waves down below her shoulders and just nearly to the tops
of her breasts.  It was practically the same color as Janet's hair.  She
had large breast, probably C cups.  She was five foot even or maybe just a
little taller.  I doubt she weighed over a hundred pounds.  What I could
see of her caf� au lait complexion was flawless.  Her face was beautiful
but exotic looking somehow, Eurasian maybe.  Her dark eyes gave credence
but her heritage wasn't that simple.  Her eyebrows were full but not
overmuch.  Her body seemed beautiful.  I couldn't really tell though
because she was wearing a flight suit type coverall and it was not tight.

   The woman introduced herself as Aimee.  She said the boy was her son
Johnny.  I didn't question her about it I just took it on faith.

   I told them both that if they wanted to talk to the women I would go
down the line and send them all up.  I told them that I would borrow a
weapon from the last truck in line and keep a watch on the rear.  I
suggested it would be to all our benefits if Sharon reclaimed her weapon
and watched to the fore as they talked.  They agreed that this was a good
idea and I headed to the back of the line telling each of the women to
leave their weapons and head for the powwow at the front truck.

   I was only banished to the back of the line for about thirty minutes
when Aimee came walking back toward me.  She apologized for their initial
surliness and said they would try to explain themselves later.

   "If we promise to be more polite in the future; can Johnny and I tag
along with you?" She asked me rather sheepishly.

   "I would love for you both to join us as long as you understand that you
are under no obligation to me at all." I told her.

   "They all told us that would be the first thing out of your mouth.  You
won't complain if I decide to come to breakfast in just a T-shirt with no
panties will you?" She was teasing me now.  It was much better than when
she was pointing a gun at me.

   "Aimee, I just have ethics, I'm not retarded." I assured her.

   I then asked her if we needed to modify the morning uniform for Johnny's
sake.  It was fun for the women, and me; but I was already thinking of the
boy's feelings.  I wanted both of them to be happy with us and to feel
comfortable with us.

   She told me that Johnny had already heard about the good morning Jack
routine and that it would break his heart if he didn't get to see it.

   "He's thirteen Jack.  Sickness and sadness or not, he is as horny as he
can be.  I think he has even been trying to peek at his old mother." She
grinned.

   "That just shows his high intelligence." I teased.

   She blushed a little at that.  I sensed that the conversation had gone
about as far in that direction as she was comfortable with so I asked her
what information she had for what was up the road.

   She told me that there was trouble up the road just this side of Waco.
That was their original purpose for stopping us.  She said she could show
it to me more easily than she could tell me about it and she invited me to
accompany her in the helicopter to see what she was talking about.  I
accepted at once.

   We went back to the lead truck.  I was going to suggest that someone go
back and watch behind us.  Aimee told me we could just check it out from
the air as we left.  If we saw anything suspicious we could land again and
prepare to deal with it.  It sounded like a plan to me.  Aimee suggested I
get my M4 and bring a few extra grenades just in case.  I got it and as we
crossed to the helicopter I saw that the women were going back toward their
respective trucks.  I assumed they intended to rearm.  Nancy had Johnny in
tow.

   Aimee made a wide swing around the immediate area.  I could tell at once
that I had been correct in thinking a helicopter would be valuable.  We
could see everything.  She then flew down one side of I-35 to the exit for
Killeen and then up the other side.  We couldn't see anything moving.  She
continued north after we passed the trucks.  We were near Waco in about ten
minutes.

   I saw the trouble she had mentioned at once.  Someone had blocked both
sides of the Interstate.  They had a couple of trucks parked across the
lanes.  About a quarter of a mile north of these barricades they had done
the same thing.

   We didn't approach closely but just hovered about a half mile from the
barricade.  I noticed a large RV parked in the median near the northbound
lane and as we were spotted I saw what appeared to be a woman approach the
RV and it looked like she knocked on the door.  It soon opened and she must
have told them of our visit.  She left and went back to her post near the
barricade.  Soon four armed men came out of the RV.  One seemed to be
looking at us with binoculars.

   They studied us for a minute and then two of them raised their weapons.
I could tell from the flashes that they were firing though we never heard
the reports of the weapons.  Aimee and I had on headsets so we could talk
and I guess the headsets and the noise of the helicopter kept us from
hearing the firing.  She didn't seem concerned that we were under fire.

   "They can't hope to hit us at this range and altitude.  They are either
trying to warn us or they are just stupid." Aimee told me through the
headset.

   "I wonder what they think they are doing?" I asked.

   "We discovered them on our way down.  They had a southbound car stopped
and it looked like they were recruiting the occupants.  They all seemed to
be women in the car." She told me.

   "Looks as if they are collecting a harem by force." I offered.

   "That's what it looked like to Johnny and I.  That's the reason we
seemed so surly toward you at first.  These bozos were still fresh in our
mind.  As far as we could tell with a short look around; there are four men
with arms.  They seem to stay in the RV most of the time.  There are about
twenty women with them.  The women seem to be lookouts and workers.  The
men seem to just sit on their asses in that RV unless someone calls them
out." She explained.

   "Seen enough for now." She asked after a few minutes.

   "Yes.  Why don't we go back and talk it over." I said.

   We went back to the convoy and she landed just in front of my lead truck
this time.  We all gathered and talked it over for a while.  They had us
blocked and there wasn't really a good detour that wouldn't take us a long
way out of our way.  I doubted they would let us pass if they could stop
us. We could probably take them by force but I was worried about
casualties.

   "Jack, do you think you could hit that RV with a grenade shooting out of
the helicopter?" Aimee asked me.

   "Sharon could probably do better than I could.  She has actually fired
some grenades for practice.  I haven't." I admitted.

   "It's too damned bad that little piece of shit doesn't have a rocket
launcher.  I could take them out from where we hovered with no problem."
Aimee opined.

   "That's the truth.  We wouldn't even have to slow down except to back
the trucks off the road." Johnny agreed.

   The light finally shined for me.

   "I know almost nothing about helicopters; but there are hundreds at Ft
Hood.  We just left there.  I wanted to take one so bad but none of us even
knew how to start one up." I announced to the newcomers.

   "Can you operate one of the army helicopters?" I asked Aimee.

   Aimee just looked at me like I was a little slow and then got a really
big smile.

   "I just left the service about eighteen months ago.  I got a job in
Dallas flying for traffic reports.  I flew combat missions while I was in
the service.  I was headed to Ft Hood when we saw you.  We didn't know if
there would be any choppers left there.  We'd heard that most of them had
been moved to centralized locations right at the last." Aimee said.

   "Well that must have been one of the locations they were moved to.  Like
I said there are hundreds there.  Most of them looked like they had guns
and missiles hanging off of them." I told her.

   "I can fly over and get one to take care of these assholes then.  It
probably won't take over an hour or two." Aimee said.

   "We're not in a rush.  Why don't we just find a crossover and all go
back.  You can pick your favorite and we can help if you have to do
anything to it.  We have three empty trucks and you will probably need some
sort of supplies or equipment or extra ammunition for it.  We could load it
in the trucks." I suggested.

   It made sense to everyone.  Johnny and Aimee remounted their helicopter
and flew north to find a crossover.  They were back in two minutes and gave
us the signal to go ahead.  They flew on to Ft Hood.

   We found the crossover and negotiated it with no problems.  We were back
at Ft Hood in a little over an hour and we drove all the trucks over to the
area where I'd found all the helicopters.  Aimee had already picked a
helicopter.  She said it was a cobra gunship.  Apparently it was for
attacking.  She said it was an excellent tank killer.  I hoped we didn't
run into any tanks.  She said it would deal with the RV like an atomic bomb
would take care of a tent.

   We helped carry things as Aimee found the proper ammunition for the
guns. Aimee loaded eight of what she called TOW rockets into pods on the
sides of the cobra.  She also loaded some other type of rockets into round
canisters that were mounted under little stubby wings.  Then she loaded
some 20mm cartridges for the gattling gun which extended from the nose.

   We all tried to help as Aimee found a fueling truck and fueled the
helicopter.  She also fueled the tiny one they had come in.  Then we went
with Aimee as she scouted out ammunition and ordinance for loading into one
of the trucks.  We filled a truck with supplies and ammunition for the
helicopter.  Luckily they were all packed in special boxes to protect them.
It ended up being a pretty heavy load but the truck didn't complain.

   Another large benefit to having our two new friends was Aimee's
knowledge of military hardware and equipment.  We went back to the huge
warehouse where she and Johnny outfitted themselves with boots and clothing
like we had.  I was surprised that Johnny had no trouble finding things to
fit him.  He was a little big for his age though and I guess soldiers came
in all sizes.  Aimee also showed us about flak jackets and helped us all
with the proper fit and such.  She outfitted each of us with a proper
helmet.  She didn't see us wearing them much; but she said if bullets did
start flying we would be glad we had them.  She even told us exactly what
type of machine gun was intended for the humvee and helped us find and
install it.  We procured a few more of these that used the same ammunition
and we loaded many thousands of rounds for them.

   Aimee also was familiar with the army's starlight vision, night vision
and infrared imaging equipment.  She found several different types and
showed us what to load and we got several repetitions of many different
models.  We all got another M4 each and Aimee helped us equip them all with
night vision sights.  She even found one that would fit my Barrett when I
asked.  We now all had a day gun and a night one.

   I pointed out that we had now completely filled another truck and a
half. Aimee measured the space left in the half filled truck and then
measured the tiny helicopter they had come in.  She decided it would fit
and was about to start doing something to the main rotor blades to swing
them in so it could be loaded.  Beverly said that she had seen some
helicopter similar to that one but with guns in another area.  We unhooked
the humvee we had procured since it would carry all of us and Beverly took
us to the area she was talking about.  It had about a hundred more
helicopters.  Several were similar to the one Aimee had arrived in except
for the guns and some small rocket launchers.  Some had five blades for the
main rotor though instead of four.  Aimee said that would not be a problem.
She said it was actually an advantage as these were newer models.

   She looked through the helicopters and found one she wanted.  It was
already fully fueled and armed.  She said it must have been just set down,
fueled and abandoned.  She fired it up, warmed it up and left for the
trucks.  She was already working with the main rotors by the time we got
back.  We helped her swing them all to the back and then we towed the
helicopter up a ramp into the warehouse and soon had it safely stowed
inside the trailer.  I was amazed.

   We all headed to the kitchen we had used when we were here before.  We
had been amazed that the power at the base was still on.  Aimee told us
that it had its own power making facility and that it would probably run
for months until its fuel was exhausted.  Since there was now only a tiny
drain it might last even longer.  Nancy and Karen cooked a big meal and we
ate.

   Aimee said something about it being much better than an MRE.  I asked
what an MRE was as she and Johnny just looked at each other.  Aimee
explained what a Meal Ready to Eat was.  MREs are the military's new
version of rations for soldiers in the field.  They amount to a
heavy-plastic bag about eight inches by twelve inches and three to four
inches thick.  They are one meal and even include a little bag of chemicals
that serves as a heater when water is added.  They were supposed to remain
edible for years.  After we'd finished we found a warehouse full of them
and we filled all available space with the small boxes they were packed in.
All our trucks were now loaded to the gills.  We all crawled into the
trucks sleepers to for the night.

   We got up just after sunup the next morning.  Janet and Diane cooked
this morning and the condemned all had a hearty meal.  We realized we were
actually going to initiate combat today and the mood was a little somber.
It seemed to bother Aimee the least.  I asked her about it.

   "I've been in actual combat before.  I've had real soldiers shooting at
me.  What I'm going to do to those guys in the RV just amounts to out and
out killing.  They deserve it and they are going to get it.  Remember
they've already fired at us." Aimee told me.

   I felt better knowing that Aimee felt she would be in no danger.  I
didn't give a shit about those four assholes in the RV.  They had opened
the ball.  Even if they weren't capturing and enslaving the people they
encountered, they were blocking the road.  I couldn't think of a good
reason for doing that.  They'd fired at us with no provocation.  If I were
going to leave an enemy in my wake I'd rather leave a dead one.  I'd
already discovered that dead enemies hardly ever bothered you any more.  I
did hope we wouldn't have to kill or hurt any of the women they had with
them.  Secretly I hoped we wouldn't have to adopt any of them either.  You
can get too much of a good thing and I was afraid I was approaching my
limit.  After we had established a semi permanent place to stay it might be
different; but traveling like this would make it difficult to adapt to
several more companions at once.

   That thought made me remember that there had been no T-shirt clad good
morning kisses this morning.  Even though Aimee had said she was eager to
participate and that Johnny was eager to see it.  We had continued them
during our previous stay at Ft Hood.  They had just been absent this
morning.  Maybe it was because of what Aimee would be doing first thing
this morning.  If that was it I understood.  Still I missed my morning
torture.

   Aimee left in the cobra to deal with the RV.  Just before she headed for
it she mentioned that we would need to be on the lookout for places we
could refuel the helicopter.  She could come back and refuel after the
mission but with her flying close to the convoy during the trip she would
need to refuel two or three times, maybe even four before we reached our
destination.  I told her we would think about it while she was gone.

   After Aimee left the rest of us sat around drinking coffee.  We joked
around about nothing in particular.

   "I wonder why she didn't die with all the rest of the military.  Do you
think it was because she was already out of it." Sharon asked.

   "I'm sure that was part of it.  I think it is partially something I've
thought about before.  I believe it is because she is beautiful, she has
very large breasts, and she is of childbearing age.  I'd be willing to bet,
especially after so much recent experience, that she has an uncommonly
tight, hot, wet pussy." I said half seriously.

   Just after I said it I remembered that I was talking about Johnny's
mother and that he was with us.  I was saved though because Johnny was in
the warehouse exploring again.

   The women had always scoffed before when I'd pointed out that only
beautiful women seemed to survive the sickness.  I could tell that they
might be coming around to my way of thinking.  I was becoming convinced. 
We were all quiet for a few minutes after that.

   "Jack, did you miss your good morning kisses and inspections this
morning?" Diane asked teasing.

   "Actually I did.  I assumed it was because we've acquired new
companions." I stated.

   "Partially, although Aimee was ready and willing.  Really the rest of us
felt it might be inappropriate considering what she was going to have to do
this morning.  It really seemed that she was just a little let down about
it.  Aimee even said to me that right before combat was the best time to
get laid in case you never got another chance.  She didn't think there was
anything to worry about this time though.  I know Johnny thought it was
terribly unfair." Nancy told me.

   This gave me some pause.  If she really expected my attentions I sure as
hell wanted to make sure she got them.  She had already made a massive
contribution to our plans.  Her knowledge of the MREs had extended our food
supply for at least a year.  Her flight training and knowledge would, and
was right now, going to help immeasurably.  She might have missed a good
morning kiss but I was sure as hell going to welcome her home.

   "You know Jack, flying isn't all she knows how to do.  She was in the
service for seven years and she has also had training in defensive and
offensive tactics.  She will be able to teach and train us to defend
ourselves more easily." Karen pointed out.

   "I already knew she would be a great help without even thinking or that.
We should all try to make sure she feels welcome." I said.

   "Just be sure you practice what you preach Jack.  Aimee's turn is
tonight." Janet teased me and the others laughed out loud.

   "We don't want to leave out Johnny.  We need to find him some
companions. I'm selfish enough that I don't want to share; but you are all
grown women and if any of you would like to be with Johnny I won't make a
fuss." I told them all.

   "We all talked about this last night Jack and Aimee was included.  She
knows as well as we all do that Johnny is going to be stressed by this new
situation.  Hell the old situation must have stressed him.  I just hope we
can find someone that can be with him soon.  All of us are committed to you
now Jack.  All of us except Jenna and Sharon are as old or older than his
mother.  That wouldn't make it an impossible situation but you do make it
impossible.  None of us want to leave you Jack." Karen told me.

   "I don't want that either.  I hate it for Johnny but we will just have
to be as considerate of him as we can and hope for the best.  For god's
sake be sure and give him plenty of privacy so he can at least jack off in
peace.  I'm sure he is going to get some real inspiration being with us." I
told them and they all giggled.

   "I'm serious.  Don't go looking for Johnny unless you really need to. 
I'm not saying to avoid him at all, just don't go looking for him just
because you wonder where he is.  He might be busy." I said and then changed
the subject.

   "We should try to figure out something to insure the fuel supply for the
helicopter." I said.

   "I already have that solved Jack." Beverly popped up.

   "How?"

   "The tractor I'm driving has a V8 Cat and a fifteen speed.  It would
pull four or five trailers.  My trailer is already rigged in back to pull a
dolly for doubles.  I can't figure out why it is rigged like that because
it was too long to be legally used as a double.  It is though.  We just
need to look around and find a fuel transport trailer that is in good shape
and a good dolly like the ones used to pull doubles.  All we need is a
dolly and a fuel trailer and we can take as much fuel with us as the tanker
will hold.  We won't even have to leave any of the other trailers behind."
Beverly explained.

   We started to take the humvee out to look for a trailer and dolly but we
decided we could find it easier when Aimee returned.  She could just fly
Beverly around until she spotted what she needed.

   The cobra wasn't gone over an hour and a half.  Aimee was laughing when
she got out.  I went to her and took her in my arms.  I pressed my mouth to
hers and for just an instant I thought I had fucked up.  I guess she was
just surprised though because she parted her lips and we traded tongues
almost right away.  She hugged me to her as if she really meant it.  In a
few seconds she broke the kiss.

   "I know I'm out of uniform Jack; but don't let that stop you from
feeling my ass.  I could sure use a good groping right now." Aimee
whispered into my ear and then she resumed kissing.

   I did as asked and explored her nice ass as thoroughly as I could
through the fatigues.  Finally as we broke up I saw that the rest of the
troops were lined up for inspection also.  It didn't hurt my feelings a
bit.

   After all the women had made sure I had a massive hardon they all
drifted back for more coffee.  Beverly explained her fuel plan to Aimee and
she was amazed.  Aimee took Beverly off in the humvee to get yet another
helicopter.  We heard them lifting off about thirty minutes later.  In
about forty minutes we heard Aimee calling on the radio.  Nancy talked to
her.  Aimee said they had found what they wanted and that Beverly was
bringing it while she circled to make sure no trouble came up.  Twenty
minutes later Aimee was landing and Beverly came driving up in a day cab
tractor.  I went over to Beverly and she asked me to drop the trailer and I
did.  She said they had spotted a dolly on the base and she took off to get
it.

   Aimee started talking to me about all the helicopters.  She seemed awed
at the number and the different types.  It was all greek to me so I didn't
really have anything to say.

   "Jack when we get settled we really should come back here and try to get
some more of the helicopters.  I can do small maintenance on them but if
something complicated breaks I won't be able to fix it." Aimee said.

   "How would you get back to get them.  Won't it be dangerous to try to go
back and forth in cars?  What if we run into another road block while
coming down here?" I asked.

   "Do you think anyone else would like to learn to fly?" Aimee asked.

   "I know I would but won't it take a long time to learn."

   "Well it is much more complicated than a plane." Aimee admitted.

   "I can fly a small plane straight and level.  I've even landed one but
never solo.  I always had the instructor with me." I told her.

   "That will work fine.  We can do it that way."

   "What way?" I was lost.

   "We can make sure you are comfortable landing a small plane in just a
few hours.  When we get settled we'll just find a small airport, commandeer
a light plane and get you up to speed.  Then we can fly down here in the
plane and I can fly a helicopter while you return in the plane." Aimee
explained.

   "Sounds like a plan to me." I agreed.

   I hadn't thought we needed so many helicopters but I was sure she knew
better than I did.  Hell if she wanted every damned one of them what was it
to me.  She could have them all as far as I was concerned.  It couldn't
hurt.

   Beverly got back with the dolly about then and she backed it under the
fuel trailer and we hooked it up.  She then got into her truck and backed
the trailer up to the dolly.  This took considerable maneuvering but was
finally accomplished.  She then pulled the long double rig over to the
helicopters fueling station and we began filling it.  There was a metal tag
on the side of the trailer that told which compartment held how much fuel.
All together it could hold nine thousand gallons.  That would make for a
lot of fillups for the helicopter.

   While we were filling the transport Aimee scrounged around to find a
proper nozzle to fuel the helicopter and gathered enough connections to
connect it to one of the transports hoses.  By the time we had the
transport full of fuel everything else was ready.  It was past noon now and
we debated staying another night but decided to go ahead and leave.

   Aimee flew near us while we traveled.  She would scout ahead but was
near enough to return quickly if we called her on the radio.  When we
neared Waco and the scene of the roadblocks, Aimee, who had gone up in the
cobra to make sure there would be no more problems radioed back.  She said
that the trucks had been moved and that no one was visible anywhere near
the area.  I told her I wish I could have seen what happened this morning.

   "I can show you what went down Jack.  I recorded it on the gun camera.
It won't be in color but you will get to see the fireworks." She told me.

   I was looking forward to it.  Suddenly I worried about my choice of
routes and I called for a halt.  I started to explain on the radio and
thought better of it.  I asked Aimee if she could land safely for a
conference.  She circled checking for any signs of danger and then set down
in front of my leading truck.  All of us got out and came to the front.

   "I've started wondering if we are going to run into any other trouble.
There are two good routes to where we are going.  I originally intended to
go up to the loop around Dallas and then go right.  We can then either take
I-20 east or I-30 north.  Either highway will take us within fifty miles of
where I want to go.  We could even take State Highway 31 just a couple of
miles ahead and it will eventually take us close to where we're headed.  I
just wondered if it might not be better for you to scout the routes." I
asked her.

   "Come with me Jack.  We can scout them all in less than three hours."
Aimee said.

   Sharon said they could just pull all the trucks up tight and keep their
eyes peeled.  We all said goodbyes then Aimee and I mounted the cobra and
left.  When we were airborne she told me that she and Johnny had already
checked out the road from here to Dallas and that it was clear unless
something had happened since yesterday.  We didn't see anything new.

   When we came to the intersection with I-20 we went east along it until
we came to US 59.  We followed 59 north until we came to came to I-30 and
we headed west, south as far as I-30 was concerned, back toward Dallas. 
Between Mt.  Pleasant and Mt.  Vernon it looked like someone else had a
roadblock in mind.  As we approached a big rig was being positioned to
block the eastbound lanes.  Aimee looked at me and just gave an evil little
grin.

   She cut her speed and dropped her altitude.  I saw the front mounted gun
start moving, I assumed she was aiming it.  Suddenly it started rotating
and spitting out fire.  I guess it was about a three second burst.  It
practically ripped the trailer in half.  Aimee then maneuvered low and in
front of the tractor, pointing the gun directly toward the truck's
windshield.  The driver promptly backed the truck off the highway, down the
bank and completely clear of the highway and shoulder.  Then Aimee gave the
front of the tractor another short burst.  The hood and the front tires
just exploded.  The driver bailed out and started running toward a pickup
truck that was parked on the shoulder about two hundred yards from him.

   Aimee turned toward the pickup and put a burst beside it.  A body fled
the pickup running down the bank.  It appeared to be a woman.  When she was
well clear Aimee let the pickup have it with one of the small rockets.  It
exploded into a ball of flame.

   The man and woman ran to each other and Aimee set the cobra on the
pavement with the forward gun pointed toward them.  When we touched down I
got out with my M4.  I stepped clear of the cobra and yelled to them.

   "Don't even think about blocking the highways.  You aren't the only ones
left alive.  If we catch you doing it again you won't be alive any longer."
I shouted.

   "We thought the military were all dead." He shouted idiotically.

   "You aren't equipped to think.  Don't try it again." I retorted.

   I got back in the cobra and we departed.  I guess we did look like we
were the military.  We were in a military helicopter and we were wearing
military clothes.  Fuck 'em.  Let them think what they would.  It wouldn't
hurt for them to think there was still some kind of authority about.

   We flew back to Dallas and then back to our little convoy.  Aimee landed
near the tanker since she might as well refuel.  She finished and then
moved the cobra back.  We talked it over and decided to just head to Dallas
and take I-20 east when we came to it.  The little dust up near Mt Pleasant
was the only snag we had seen.  I-20 had been completely deserted.

   We reached I-20 in less than two hours and then headed east.  We came
upon a truck stop inside another hour.  It was a Rip Griffin.  Beverly
called it rip-off griffins.  We found enough room to park all the trucks
and set the chopper down.  The place was deserted except for us.  The power
was out here also.  We still had plenty of fuel but if there had been power
and we could have started a pump and we would have topped off.

   We went inside and poked around.  The restaurant's kitchen had a gas
grill and the pilot was still on.  Nancy turned up the heat and it came
right on.  She and Karen checked the walk in cooler and said it was still
cool enough that the meat was probably still good.  They got out some
steaks and a couple of dozen eggs.  We had steak, eggs, hash browns and
toast.  The rest of us went to the store portion and found some flashlights
and battery lanterns and some batteries so we could have light to eat by
since it would be dark soon.

   I have to say that I was pleased to see Aimee trailing me as I headed
for my sleeper.  I was anxious to see her without clothes; to check her out
visually and also by the Braille system.  I opened the door and stood aside
to let her climb in.  I gave her little ass a pat as it ascended and then I
followed her into the sleeper.

   We embraced and kissed standing before the large bed.  We exchanged
tongues and I began running my hands over her body.  She did the same.  My
hands came to rest on her delightful asscheeks and I gripped handfuls
testing their texture.  It was soft but not flabby.  She flexed her
buttocks and I could feel their underlying strength.

   Aimee took hold of the tab on her flight suit's long zipper and then
ripped it all the way open.  I've mentioned before that this sound did
something to me.  This extended version just did more.  I put my hands on
her shoulders to push the top of the suit off them and as it fell to her
waist I had to step back and just lust after what was revealed.

   Aimee's breasts were large and round and firm.  Her areolae and nipples
were perfectly centered; they were dark, almost a milk chocolate shade. 
Her perfect nipples were about a half-inch high and about the same in
diameter.  I hefted her titties in my hands and rubbed my thumbs across and
back on the nipples and this caused them to stand.

   "Oohhhh Godddd!  I'm so fucking horny I could just scream." Aimee
announced.

   I retained my vantage on her breasts and put my lips to her throat to
kiss it and nibble.  Then I kissed my way to one of her ears and nipped the
lobe with my teeth.

   "I haven't had sex in nearly two years.  It hasn't been that bad because
I haven't seen anyone that really rang my chime.  That ended yesterday when
we joined you.  It was all I could do to keep from soaking through my
flight suit yesterday.  I was afraid I'd have to use a panty shield.  If
Nancy hadn't told me I could go with you tonight I might have attacked you
in the truck stop before we ate." She said.

   "I know exactly what you're talking about.  I haven't had to do without
sex but I've been dying to get my hands on your naked flesh since you
unassed the helicopter that first time.  You are just beautiful." I told
her.

   I kissed her lips again and then lowered my lips to suck one of her
chocolate drop nipples.  It was so delicious I moved to the other one.  Her
hands were in my hair now and her breath was coming faster and was
accompanied by little sounds that were almost like tiny growls.  I eased
her backward until her legs came to the foot of the bed and she lay back on
it with her hips on the edge.

   I removed her boots and socks and she helped as I wormed her out of her
coverall and her panties.  I pulled her to me just a little until her ass
was just hanging off the bed.  I pushed her knees apart and looked at her
pussy.  It was tiny, as expected.  Her Labia were darker than all the
others.  This made a stark contrast to the pinkness that was just beginning
to peek through her opening slit.  I could already see little drops of her
juices in her slit.

   I lowered my mouth to taste her and she was different but delicious. 
She tasted more earthy than the others.  I can't describe it, that's just
how it seemed to me.  She growled her approval as I licked in her slit and
to the top to just flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.  She pressed
her pussy up toward my mouth and put her hands in my hair to guide me.  I
decided to let her steer since she seemed in need of a quick orgasm.  She
directed me unerringly back to her clit.  I puckered my lips around it and
sucked.  She gasped at this.  I put the bottom of my tongue tip on it and
just wiggled it side to side and now her legs came up to press against my
ears.

   I felt her getting closer as she began rhythmically pushing her pussy to
my mouth and her growling had become moaned pleadings.  I reached both
hands up to her breast and gripped them firmly then I got each nipple
between a thumb and forefinger and pulled and twisted them.  Finally I gave
them a firm pinch as I sucked hard at her clitoris and began slapping my
tongue down on it.

   "Ahhhhhhh Fuckkkk." She groaned loudly as she spent.

   She clamped me harder with her legs and slammed my face three or four
time with her hips.  I managed to miss a bruised lip but not by much.  I
released her clit and began slowly lapping her pussy from the bottom to the
top with long licks.  Her thighs relaxed and I could hear more clearly.

   "God you are good.  I feel so relaxed now." She purred.

   She scooted up on the bed until her head was on the pillows.

   "Thank you Jack.  See you in the morning." She said as she laid her head
on the pillow and closed her eyes as if to sleep.

   I was stumped.  It actually didn't register for a second.  My dick was
now throbbing and she was going to sleep.  I knew I'd never make it until
morning.  I would have to go scrambling around to the other trucks like a
lot lizard or something.  What the hell, I didn't have any pride where a
hard dick was concerned.  I hadn't even undressed so I just turned around
and went back thru the curtain.  I slid over the drivers seat and had the
door open when I heard Aimee call me.

   "Jack.  Jack where did you go?" She sounded concerned.

   I turned my head back toward the curtain thinking she would call again
if she needed something.  Her head burst out of the curtain and she looked
to the door.

   "Jack, where're you going?" She sounded a little hurt.

   "Well you seemed to be going to sleep so I was going to go to visit one
of the other girls.  I'm not really that sleepy right now." I tried to
sound casual about it but I afraid I failed.

   I had a hardon and a hard hardon.  Eating Aimee was wonderful.  She was
so responsive and her hot pussy was a treat for my mouth and tongue. 
Unfortunately the things it did to my dick didn't help any.  I was going to
get rid of some cum if I had to do it by hand.  I didn't think there was
even the slightest chance of that but I sure remembered how it worked.

   "Please come back Jack, I was only teasing.  I wasn't going to sleep."
She looked so forlorn.

   I laughed out loud and couldn't stop.  She had yanked my chain hard and
I had swallowed it.  I couldn't believe she had done it so convincingly.  I
guessed some of it was because she was such an unknown; but she had just
lay down and said she was going to sleep and she made it seem like the most
natural thing in the world.  I couldn't wait to tell all the others,
especially Nancy and Karen.  I knew they would never let me forget it if I
told them; but it was just too funny.  I couldn't stop laughing.  Every
time I tried to get up and go back into the sleeper I just doubled over
with laughter again.

   Aimee had looked a little startled when I first guffawed but she was
laughing too now.  Every time we looked at each other we just laughed
harder.  Finally we calmed down and I was able to close the door and go
back into the sleeper.  I had laughed so hard that my dick had gone down.
No problem there though.  I just didn't let Aimee get back in bed yet.  I
found it much easier to kiss and grope her now that she was completely
naked.  My dick was ready for action in no time.  I broke off the kiss and
turned her until she faced the bed and then I gave her sassy ass a sound
smack and told her to lie down and I'd be right with her.

   She got back on the bed and lay down with her head on the pillows again.
I sat and took off my boots and socks and stood up to remove my shirt,
pants and boxers.

   "God Damn.  Where did you get that?  I thought this was just a skirmish,
I didn't know you'd have heavy weapons." Aimee told me.

   "What do you mean?" I asked actually puzzled.

   "I mean that dick you got swinging Jack.  The others didn't tell me that
you were King Kong's brother.  What a monster." She said with a gleam in
her eye.

   I knew I had a big dick but I never dwelled on it.  All the girls had
mentioned it at one time or another but they had gotten used to it I guess.
Nancy and Karen were the only ones that ever mentioned it anymore and that
was usually when they were teasing me.  Nancy was always calling me a long
dicked something or other but I hardly even noticeed it any more.

   "Well it's not that big." I said meekly.

   "It is too.  That's the biggest dick I've ever seen by a long way.  To
think I nearly let you slip off while I was pretending to sleep." She shook
her head a little.

   I didn't know exactly what was expected now.  Did she think it would
hurt her?  Did she want to talk about it?  Did she want me to leave again?
She answered my questions quickly.  She held up her arms in invitation and
she spread her legs wide.

   "Come on here to Momma you big dicked boy." She said with her biggest
smile yet.

   "Yes'm." Was all I said.

   I crawled up between her legs until my mouth found her pussy again.  I
gave it several bottom to top licks to make sure her motor was still warm.
I moved on after she flexed her hips a couple of times.  I dropped off by
her nipples for a couple of quick sucks and nibbles and then I kissed her
lips and felt her little hand wrap around my dick.  She wet the head in her
slit and then placed it in her entrance.

   I pushed.  She was tight and hot but she was good and wet and I pushed
and pulled three or four times and then pressed it all the way up her
pussy. Nothing can beat sliding you cock up a tight hot wet pussy until it
just won't slide any further.  I just held still and after about a minute
Aimee began squeezing me with her pussy.  She had a unique feel to her
insides.  I don't think it was better or worse than the others it was just
different.  I can't even tell you what was different about it.  I just know
it was.

   I started the old pump and draw.  It felt great of course.  Aimee was
working on my mouth with her lips and tongue and in my hair with her hands.
I was pumping in her pussy with my dick.  I upped the pressure and speed
just a little and I felt her legs wrap around my waist.  Soon her tiny feet
were on my ass and her heels were urging me on.  I picked up the tempo and
her legs began to grip me more tightly as she began to pivot her hips in
time.

   "That's it baby.  Fuck me harder.  Lay your big ass on me and hold me
down and fuck me.  Root that big dick around in my little pussy.  Uhh. 
Uhh. That's so fucking good." She was growling at me again.

   I thought she might want me to take a little more control from the way
she was talking.  Maybe she'd wanted me to just fuck her before when she'd
said she was going to sleep.  She must have known that I could have if I'd
wanted to.  I thought I might as well take a guess and go with it.

   "You're getting it now aren't you." I tried to sound forceful without
sounding mean in case I was wrong.

   "Uhhh.  Oh Yeah.  Give it to me."

   I pumped it up her harder now.

   "You thought you would just fuck with me a little while ago didn't you."
I asked.

   "Yesss.  I didn't think you'd let Ohhh me off that easyyyyyyy!"

   I knew I was right now.  Aimee wanted a little handling.  I'd been
resting most of my weight on my elbows and awkwardly playing with her
titties with my hands.  I grabbed an arm with each hand now and slid them
up to her wrist.  This let my full weight rest on Aimee and I forced her
arms straight out onto the bed.

   "Ohhhhh Goddddddd.  Ahhhhhhwwwww.  What are you doing you big fucker. 
Stop it." She told me.

   I didn't believe a word of it.  I held her arms out a little further and
started genuinely fucking her hard now.  She started a making a little
grunt each time I hit bottom.

   "Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh."

   I just kept pumping and slowing pumping harder.  I knew she didn't want
me to stop because she was slamming her pussy up to me now and her legs had
a death grip on my waist as her heels drummed on my ass.

   "Now you see what happens when you play with dick.  You get fucked." I
spit it out.

   "I'm sorry Jack, I wasn't trying to be a tease." She cried.

   "I'm not going to let you be a tease.  I'm just going to keep fucking
you harder and harder all night."

   "Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  Ohh.  You can't just fuck me when I don't want you to
Jack.  Stop it.  Get off me." She begged.

   "Not a chance.  I'll be fucking you in the morning when Nancy comes out
to see why I haven't come in for coffee." I promised.

   This was as hard as I wanted to fuck her.  She was ready to pop and I
wanted her to do it while I still had some control.  I leaned my head down
and got a nipple in my mouth and bit it.  Hard.  But not really painfully
hard; it might bruise but I didn't think it would really hurt much.

   "Aiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee God Almighty you big bastard let me upppp."
Aimee screamed as she went over.

   "That's it Aimee.  Scream and cum.  Get used to it.  I'm going to be
sticking my dick up you a lot from now on!" I told her.

   I gave her a chance to respond but I never slowed down my fucking.  I
just pumped.  In the first place she had a really hot tight pussy.  It
didn't get loose and sloppy even if you were fucking it hard.  She still
had her legs around my waist but she was just hanging on now.  Her pussy
was still milking me with its insides though.

   "Now you know what you're gonna get every time I get hold of you.  You
are just gonna get a good fucking.  A fast and hard fucking."

   "Oh please Jack.  Don't fuck me so hard.  I'll let you fuck me some; but
not much and not so hard." She begged.

   "Not much and not hard.  Forget that.  I may have to ground you for a
few days just so I can have you around for a quick slamming every hour or
two.  Now that I've had a shot of your pussy I'm not likely to let you
wander."

   "Johnny and I will just slip off then." She said but she didn't even try
to sound convincing.

   "You might try to slip off but Johnny won't go any where and leave all
these good looking women.  I might even just tell a couple of them to give
him a workout tomorrow to make sure.  He want won't to go back to just
fucking his momma after that." I Snarled.

   I knew I'd hit on another of her fantasies then.  She quivered all over
when I said it.  I didn't think they'd been fucking but I could tell she'd
thought about it.

   "Johnny wouldn't stay and make me go through this just for some new
pussy.  He wouldn't give me up like that.  He loves me." She said with a
tremble in her voice.

   "Hell I wouldn't make him give you up.  I can share.  We've got plenty
of women, and with the way I got my hooks in all the others they'll help.
It won't hurt for Johnny to fuck them too until I get him some of his own.
If I can't stretch their tiny pussies I doubt he can."

   She was nearly ready to pop again.  This talk about Johnny had her
burning up.  Aimee really got into these fantasies.

   "I think I'll just cuff you to the bed after I come in a minute and go
get Jenna and Sharon and Johnny to come in here with us.  Jenna isn't that
much older than Johnny and I'll bet he would love a little bit of that. 
Sharon has those giant titties and you know he wants to play with them.  I
haven't even fucked them but one night.  They were both still virgins until
just a couple of days ago.  Johnny would love to play around with them
while he was watching me fuck the shit out of you.  Why if I could hold on
tight enough to you and roll over onto my back he could probably slick up
your asshole and buttfuck you while I was pumping your pussy." I said.

   "OhhhhhhhhGodddddddd.  Jesuuuuuuussssssss!!  I'm cuuummmmingggggggg!"

   I pumped my dick way up her pussy a few more strokes and I was cumming
myself.  God it was an explosion after all that fucking.  Her little pussy
couldn't hold it all and some of it leaked out around my dick.  I had let
her hands go when she started cumming and her arms flew around me and she
started dragging her fingers up and down my back.  I was really glad that
she kept her fingernails short.  She was hugging me with her arms and legs
now just as tightly as she could manage.  I could feel her heart just
pounding and she was gasping for her breath.  I put a little of my weight
on my elbows so she could get a little more air but I just knew if I tried
to roll off her she would raise hell.  Finally we got our wind back.

   "God Damned.  I was a virgin all this time and didn't know it.  I just
thought I'd been fucked before.  Now that I know what fucking is I wonder
what those others thought they were doing." Aimee was nearly whispering to
herself.

   I didn't have a comment for that so I just tried to put a little more of
my weight on my elbows and I started kissing her face and neck.  I put her
a hickey on while I was at it and then just nibbled around on her ears.

   "Now I know why l lived over the sickness.  It was so I could find you
and be your bitch.  I'll do everything for you if you'll just let me stay
around and give me a fuck every now and them.  You wonderful bastard; you
wonderful dirty minded, dirty mouthed, big dicked, strong heavy bastard. 
I'm in love you motherfucker and it's you fault." She vowed.

   "Well of course Aimee, I love you too.  You do know that I might have
exaggerated some of the things I might do to you don't you." I told her.

   "Yes and I nearly died from the heat.  I didn't think you really meant
it all.  If you did though there isn't a thing I could do about it.  I'm
yours now no matter how you treat me.  I'm just yours." She promised.

   She meant it too.  I could tell she was serious.  I didn't know if some
of it would wear off later but I knew for sure if I went to get Johnny and
brought him in here she would crawl on my dick and spread her cheeks for
her own son if I told her to.  I was still pretty sure they had never had
any real sexual contact though.

   We spooned up together with me behind her.  I wrapped her up in my arms
and just nibbled around on her neck as I drifted off.  I dreamed a little
that night of Aimee strapped down on one of Janet's examination tables.

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