Message-ID: <48643asstr$1091142606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Mail-Format-Warning: No previous line for continuation: Wed Aug 14 16:30:23 2002Return-Path: <cmsix@cmsix.com> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-pair-Authenticated: 64.217.181.165 X-Original-Message-ID: <002901c47569$aab28aa0$6400a8c0@BOZONVIDIA> From: "cmsix" <cmsix@cmsix.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1441 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2004 07:40:58 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} NanoVirus - Chapter 11 - cmsix (MF Mf mF ScFi mc inc mother son span oral anal ws) Lines: 1295 Date: Thu, 29 Jul 2004 19:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2004/48643> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hoisingr <1st attachment, "NanoVirus011.txt" begin> 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 This story appears by permission of http://storiesonline.net where it first appeared. If you aren't able to legally view or read stories of a sexual nature in your location, please leave. codes(MF Mf mF ScFi mc inc mother son span oral anal ws) copyright cmsix@cmsix.com comments to cmsix@cmsix.com are desired and will be appreciated ---------------------------- 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 café 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. 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