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Subject: {ASSM} (NV) West Coast - Chapter 3
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Date: Wed,  4 Aug 2004 04:10:57 -0400
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First, this is a bit of "fan fiction" work set in the NanoVirus
universe.  This work is copyright 2004, by me, all rights reserved.

Nanoverse however is a creative "world" created by cmsix and he
could demand that I stop at any time.

If you're an NV fan, you'll pretty readily recognize some of what's
going on.  If you're not, I highly recommend reading the NanoVirus
stories first.  There's some "backstory" that will help to make
sense of what's happening that I'm not going to cover.

Universe: Nanoverse
Summary: Earth is being purged by the aliens that created life there.
Keywords: NanoVirus
Language: English 

codes(MF Mf mF ScFi mc inc mother son span oral anal ws)

I'm including all of the codes from the NV stories even though I'm not
much of a "ws" kind of guy.

****************************

Our first order of business that morning was to find a grocery story,
and stock up on food.

Fortunately downtown San Diego has a lot of independed grocery stores.
 So I used an ATM to empty out the maximum amount of cash from my
several accounts, and everyone else, except Marcia, did the same thing
... and found a grocery store clerk, charging 400 percent plus for his
food, but at least he accepted cash and was open.

We pretty much bought out the store between all of us.

Back at Mary's we saw that the major news channels were all getting
dicey.  It seems that anyone in any sort of leadership position
whether corporate or government was now dead or had the rash, which
was the same thing.  Police, military, security personell of all
shapes ... they were also dropping like flies (yet I was strangely
unconcerned).  All sorts of people from all walks of life were
beginning to get the disease and I had now effectively lost the
"pattern" to the deaths.

We put everything away, then I called for another planning session so
that I could get the background info on our two new arrivals as well
as hear any ideas they had.

"Ok, here's the thing," I said kicking it off.  "I think to get
started we should just all explain a little about ourselves, what we
can do, what we know, any specialized knowledge, that sort of thing. 
Marcia, if you could tell us all a little about yourself."

Marcia was the black haired 20ish hotty that Sue had added to the
group.  My suspicion was that if she was Sue's friend, she was
probably intelligent.

"Well, I'm currently the youngest holder of a masters in Neurology at
UCSD and I also hold a masters in Electrical Engineering, I've
invented two new neurological surgery procedures and two new types of
lasers to perform the procedures with.  Besides that ... well, there
just isn't any time left besides school and my research."

I just whistled.  "Elaine, your turn."

Elaine bit her lip, obviously trying to decide what to say.  "Well, I
graduated from Stanford with a masters in international marketing. 
Got married, and since then haven't done much."

She looked down, and her voice became very small.  "I guess I've just
been a trophy wife."

I looked at her incredulously.  "Uh huh," I said drawing a look from
her.  "Just a trophy wife.  You're probably the most meticulous
planner I've ever met."

She looked down again.  "Yeah, I can plan details, but anyone can do
that--"

"No, they can't.  There are big picture people, and detail people. 
Big Picture people are TERRIBLE at the details.  I won't say exactly
why, but I've nearly been killed or caught several times because of
overlooking details.  You're a detail person, little things never slip
by you, and we're certainly going to need some of that.  I'm going to
tell you and Marcia a little about me.  Some of what I'm going to say
may sound a little bragadocious, but I promise you it isn't.  I'm
graduated from MIT as a valedictorian in electrical engineering where
I specialized in security systems and bio-recognition.  I was
recruited by the State department where I was a member of Elite
special forces as the department's top sniper.  Most of my work was
done in conjunction with speaking I did at various conferences and the
like as I was at one time considered the world's foremost authority on
electronic security measures.  Sue here was going to be UCSD's
youngest doctorate in genetics, and Mary is, of all things, a rocket
scientist.  She also says she can desalinate sea water without
electricity and even produce electricity from the desalination
process."

"The problem that I see," Elaine said speaking up "Is that we've got a
bunch of people with high intelligence to succeed in the old world,
but no one, except you Stan, and maybe Marcia, who has the skills we
need for the new world."

"What do you mean?"

"You've got military training.  We'll need that to keep us safe, to
stay protected.  Marcia's got medical training.  The usefulness there
is obvious.  What are we going to do when our current clothes wear
out?  What are we going to do when all the currently processed meat
begins to go bad?  What are we going to do when we begin, inevitably,
having your babies?"

I looked around at the girls.  "Elaine and Mary, I want the two of you
to jump on the internet.  Look for a place in central california that
is near the ocean and near farming.  Do either of you know how to
shoot a firearm?"

Both shook their head, so I pulled out my 45 and laid it on the table.
 "This thing isn't to be farther away than an arm reach at all times. 
When I come back, I'll honk the horn of my truck a couple of times,
and I'll shout from the front door that it's me.  If anyone knocks on
the front door, assume it's someone bad.  I'd rather that you end up
being sad for killing someone you didn't need to, than all the rest of
us end up being sad because you didn't kill someone you should have. 
Me, Sue, and Marcia are going to take a trip to coronado."

"Coronado," they all asked surprised.

"Yes, NAS North Island and the Seal Base 1 specifically.  We're going
to want to pick up some military hardware.  I've got some good stuff,
but not enough for all of us, and certainly not enough if other folks
get the same ideas I have.  Remember, shoot first, ask second."

To say that I was surprised would be an understatement of monumental
proportions.  The entire base was just left wide open.  I had a field
day.  I found a SAM equipped hummer, and loaded into it two cases of
missiles.  Another hummer was loaded up with TOW missiles.  That got a
four cases of the tank killer.  Finally another contained a fifty cal
mount, and naturally it got loaded with as much ammo as it could hold.
 I found several cases of grenades, and grabbed an even two dozen HK
M-53 Rifles and another two dozen 40mm grenade launchers to fit onto
the rifles.  Reluctantly I also grabbed an even two dozen of the piece
of crap 9mm handguns regular military started using and a couple of
cases 9mm ammo.  I loaded two of them and tossed them to the two
girls.  I also loaded up two of the HKs and tossed noe to each of the
girls as well.  I loaded up a third, and also placed a loaded grenade
launcher on it, and kept it for my own.  I didn't give the girls a
grenade launcher because of the weight.  If they needed to fire it I
wanted them to have as much accuracy as they needed instead of
struggling just to hold the thing.

"Uhh ... how're we going to get four vehicles back," Sue asked,
looking at everything I'd procured for us.

"By taking more than one trip," I answered.  "Especially since we're
going to want one of those troop movers too," I said indicating the
long row of trucks, most of which also had trailers hitched to the
back.  "I'd just feel a lot safer if we were rolling around in the
hummers, or at least had one with us in case of trouble."

Sue got a wierd looking grin on her face.  "Can we go have a look at
the troop mover real quick?"

I shrugged and lead them over, slinging the rifle over my shoulder. 
They looked as if they were lined up for inspection.  Each one was
spotlessly clean, a couple even smelled freshly painted.

"So which one're we going to take do you think," Sue asked.

I shrugged again.  "Any of the painted ones with a trailer already
attached will be fine."

Sue pulled down the tailgate of the closest one and hopped into the
back.  "So we could take this one?"

"Sure, why does it matter?"

"Because I'd like to christen it first," she said, her wierd smirk
growing into a full blown smile.

Ahhhh .... now I saw where she was going with this, and so did Marcia,
who moved behind me, her hands roaming on my chest as she leaned her
weight against me and pushed me forward into Sue.

We liplocked with Marcia reaching her one hand up under my shirt and
tweaking my nipples while the others went south, and into my pants. 
My own hands were also busy, reaching up and under Sue's shirt to find
her own breasts ... and then decided to just pull the tank top off
completely.  As I bent down to put my lips onto a nipple, I felt
Marcia's hands begin undoing my pants.

Which of course served to get my blood to boiling.  As I ran my tongue
across her nipple, I reached my hands up her skirt, fully expecting to
have to pull down at least a thong.  Nope, no panties at all, so I
settled for just pulling her to the edge of the tailgate.

I like "warming up" a woman by taking my mouth almost straight to the
goods.  Just as I had spread Sue's lips apart and began laying my
tongue on that hot sweet morsel, I felt Marcia drop her lips onto my
own tool.

I think Sue and I both sighed together.

I licked at Sue for a bit, then slid a couple of fingers into her
while my tongue worked on her clit.  She really liked that, especially
when I began sucking her clit into my mouth and slowly pulling my head
away, letting it ... pop ... out of my mouth.

Marcia spent some time with her tongue, putting it all over me, and
paying particular attention to my head, and on no particular rythm at
all, would actually manage to deep throat me.

How'd I get to be so lucky,  In my whole life I think I'd met only two
women capable of doing that to me because of my size, and in the last
couple of days I'd already met two.  I couldn't help but wonder if Sue
could do it too.

Sue's breathing quickened, I knew she was nearing an orgasm, and I
stopped.  I wasn't ready for her to "go" yet.  Which drew a groan from
her.

"FUCK!" She swore.  "Stan, don't stop.  God damn it please keep
going."

"Nope, someone else's turn," I said, grabbing Marcia and bringing her
up and putting her onto the tailgate.  "Why don't you take Marcia's
spot.  Do a good job, and I'll make the wait worth your while ...
promise."

Sue hopped off and I bent my face down and went between Marcia's legs.

She was sopping wet.  I love a woman that gets hot just from sucking
me off.

In fact, Marcia was so boiling hot, that within moments of running my
tonuge in circles around her clit, she was already starting to have
trouble exhaling ... the first sure sign of a woman about to cum.  So
I took one hand and slid a couple fingers up her sopping wet pussy,
and a finger from my other hand slowly eased past her rosebud.

Sue, started by doing a somewhat typical job on my cock, taking me in
only an inch or so past my head.  Marcia was just starting to really
orgasm hard when she slid that lusious mouth of hers all the way down
my 8 inch pole.

And then did the same "swallowing" thing Mary had done that just set
my rockets off.

It was like her whole throat was massaging me ... hell, it was.

She slid off me, and then began flicking her tongue across my now
seriously swollen head, teasing me.

Marcia had now gone to the moon and come back, and was slumping onto
the bed of the mover.  I pulled Sue back up, and went back to work on
her with my mouth, doing the same thing to her as I'd done to Marcia,
a couple fingers up her love tunnel and one into her rear.

"Hooooolllllly shiiiittttt" she said, not exactly quietly.  Marcia sat
up and got behind Sue and began gently pulling on her nipples and
spinning them.

Her breathing started to quicken as I tongued her clit and pumped her
pussy and ass together.

"Faster ... do it faster ... fuck that's good.  Yesssss"

I could feel her legs tighening and loosening, so I increased the
intensity of my hands but not the pace.

"Ohhhhh gooddddd," she said.  "Harder with you tongue too. "


It sounded like she tried to say something else, but her body went
into a hard orgasm.  Speaking, other than a kind of wheezing, simply
wasn't possible any more.

I slowly eased up, and when she gave the final shudder, I stood up and
gave her a sloppy kiss and then did the same with Marcia.

"Aren't you two the most delicious kittens on the planet," I said as
we kind of hugged each other.

"Damn it Stan," she said panting.  "I swear you've got to be the most
proficient lover on the planet."

I had just pulled up my pants when I saw Sue get wide-eyed and heard
someone clearing their throat behind me.

It was another hotty.  Seriously, abso-fuckin-lutely, hot.

She was sandy blond, and cut like a diamond.  Muscles rippled in her
arms and legs as she leaned against one of the trailers and placed the
gun in her hand into a hip holster.  My guess is she was pushing 6
foot, which made her very tall for a woman, and was also probably
around my age, mid 30s or so.  She wore cami pants but a sleevless
white form fitting top that accentuated her curves wonderfully.

I wiped my mouth a bit sheepishly.  "Can we help you," I asked as she
made it pretty much instantly obvious she had no hostile intent.

"Actually, that's what I was wondering."

"I don't follow," I said confused.

"Well, I'm sort of alone.  All my friends and family died, apparently
I'd left the military just in time.  With the way things are, I can
survive here on the base for a long time with all the MREs and such
... but who wants to live on that.  I was sort of hoping I could join
you."

"What'd you do while in the military?"

"One of the few combat certified chopper pilots in fagru 13."

"In what?" Marcia asked.

"Fagru," I said answering.  "It means fast attack group.  She's a
former marine that ran air support for force recon ... that means she
isn't just good ... she's shit hot, and I'm not just talking about her
body."

"Ah," Sue said,  "Then the short answer is we could certainly use you
..."

Sue turned and looked a bit shell shocked.  "Well, I mean ... if you
think that's ok Stan."

I laughed my ass off.

"Darlin, if you think it's ok, then it's more than fine with me. 
Hell, a chopper pilot would come in REAL handy."

I turned to the new comer.  "Can you fly the bigger ones too ... the
cargo choppers?"

"I can fly anything that's rotary."

"Then lets load up everything into the largest chopper you can find. 
Then we can come back and load up a combat chopper and as much ammo
and missiles for it as we can."

"Where're you folks holed up?"

"The San Diego Mission.  It's large and defensible, and will be more
defensible when I'm done with it."

"What're you going to do?"

"Take several of the hummers and put them into certain locations. 
When I'm done there'll be at least five locations covered by SAM, TOW,
and 50cal and three others covered only by SAM.  If anyone wants to
come at us, there'll be a rather nasty surprise waiting for them.  By
the way," I said approaching with my hand out to shake hands.  "I'm
Stan Hanson."

She looked at my hand then jumped into my arms, planting one hell of a
kiss on me considering there was no tongue involved.  "I'm Sheila
Lief," she replied breaking the kiss and looking at the women.

"You've got it right," Sue said deadly serious.  "We need to keep this
man happy."

"Now hold on just a damn minute," I said instantly furious.  "If you
guys are having sex with me out of some sense of obligation or
something you can just--"

Marcia silenced me with a punch to my arm.  "Shut up Stan.  None of us
are doing anything we don't want to do.  But if this woman is going to
be one of us ... well ... it would be helpful if she understands that
you aren't exclusive, but you're ours at the same time.  If she's one
of us, then she needs to keep you happy, just like you keep us happy,
or shit just ain't going to work Stan.  Jelousies will develop.  Look,
that's something I don't want you to worry about.  Elaine has the
whole thing figured out.  When you go to bed, one or more of us will
go with you, and you don't have to worry about it.  It'll be taken
care of so that everyone gets what they want and what they need.  At
the same time, if you feel like you want any of us, just say the word.
 We'll all understand.  Actually, Elaine was planning to have this
discussion with you tonight.  Looks like you're just getting some of
it a bit early.  She'll go over it better than me.  We've just got
someone else to put into the mix is all.  I don't see a problem, and
we can certainly use her skills.  That she's already got certain ...
inclinations towards you ... probably helped by your performace with
us ... only makes the whole situation better and easier for everyone. 
Got it?"

I smiled broadly.  "Well shut me up and put me in my place.  Who am I
to complain about the situation I'm in!"

The three of them laughed, and we loaded up into the vehicles and
Sheila lead us to a massive hanger.  She seemed to know exactly where
she was going, and in moments had the loading bay door down on a
ch-130.  The vehicles were loaded up and sheila had us hang out.  A
little while later, nearly 30 minutes later in fact, she showed up
with a forklift loaded up with two pallets of boxes.

She dropped those, and left.  For the next hour she loaded up one
pallet after another with little in the way of explanation.  Some of
the boxes I recognized as holding ammo or missiles.  About three hours
later, she pulled the forklift into the now crammed helicopter and
shut it down.

"Besides ammo and missiles for the choppersI'll want that we'll come
back and get later, I also grabbed a pallet of MRE's, a pallet of
batteries, a pallet of radios, a pallet of rounds for the HKs, another
for the 9mils.  I also grabbed a pallet of stingers, medium range SAMs
for the hum-V mounts you said you want, TOWs, and a pallet of 50 cal
ammo.  When we come back, we'll grab some more to load in behind the
chopper."

"Good work," I said.  Not long later, we were settling down at our new
home.  Everyone helped as much as they could with the unloading, then
we all went back, picked up a Cobra chopper, some more ammo, unloaded,
then grabed a second Cobra.  With night approaching, we decided to
stop there, but Sheila made it pretty clear she wanted a good twenty
of the Cobra's and suggested we should destroy all the other combat
stuff that we didn't have room to keep or simply didn't want so that
it couldn't be used against us.

that night, I was pleasantly surprised with what the women had planned
...

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