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Subject: {ASSM} With A Whimper: Chapter 6
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With A Whimper
by
Oldmudrat


Chapter 6


Her voice faded away as she wiggled her hips feeling my cock at her
entrance.  "Oh, that feels lovely... just lovely."

She pushed to roll us over.  Once on top, her hands moved between us to grip
me.  "Oh, yes.  Just lovely.  Warm.  Alive."

She moved to kneel between my outstretched legs.  A warm breath flowed over
my cock causing it to twitch in anticipation.

She lightly licked from the base to the crown in one long, wet slurp.  She
opened her mouth wide and took it in.  Her tongue massaged the length of it
then she withdrew, lips still sealed and probed the hole.  With a final
moist pop she withdrew completely.

Her eyes giggled as she smiled up at me.  "I'm having fun!"  She licked her
lips.  "Are you?"

I could only grip the bed's headboard and say, "Yep!"  It was a lame reply,
I know.  But it was all I could manage before she dipped her head once
again.

Kathy wrapped her tongue around my cock, her saliva forming a small pool as
she bobbed her head.  She dropped her head lower to tongue my balls, taking
one into her mouth for a gentle massage.  Then she moved back up to my cock,
flicking her tongue from side to side along its length.  Her breasts, with
their hard nipples, pressed into my thighs and she dragged them across my
skin.

My cock filled her mouth as she pressed her head down at a pace that was so
slow as to be torture.  Downward until the crown of my cock was touching the
back of her throat, then she closed her lips tightly around it and began
moving her head up and down, tongue swirling in a seemingly never repeating
pattern.

She squeezed and sucked so hard that I could feel the ridges in the roof of
her mouth.  I swear I could feel each individual taste bud on her tongue.  A
dizzying rush of emotion swept over me and I lifted my hips to get more.  It
was all I could do to resist grabbing her head and forcing her further down.

She sucked and tongued just the crown of my cock, and I groaned at the feel
of her mouth at work.  She sucked on it, moving her head from side to side.
Up and down.  Tongue in constant motion.  Her lips and chin were shining
with saliva.  The head of my cock stretched her lips tight as she forced her
head down to engulf its full length once again.

I leaned forward, both hands searching for her breasts.

She looked up as I found them and hummed as I tweaked her nipples.  A flush
of red spread from her shoulders to her full ass in a slow, rippling wave.

I pulled her mouth off my cock and pulled her body atop mine.  "Any more and
I'll cum," I said in a hoarse whisper.

"That's the idea, Jimmy," she answered.  Licking her lips, she settled her
hips on mine and smoothly rubbed back and forth for a couple of strokes.

"I want inside," I said.  "Inside you."  I put my arms around her as I
kissed her.  Moving my hands downward I cupped her ass urging her to move
the way I wanted.

She lifted her body and settled with my cock at her entrance, sliding
backward just enough to allow my cock to be enveloped by her cunt's outer
lips.

I kissed her, my tongue slid deep between her lips and she nibbled at it.
She pressed further and voiced a thin, trembling wail as half my length
penetrated her.  I struggled to keep firm control as she took my cock deeper
into her.  She uttered a quiet, choked whimper as her clit met the base of
my cock.

She held very still, but I could feel her inner muscles at work.  Adjusting.
Caressing.  Welcoming.

"So good," she whispered as her hips made a first, tentative circular
motion.  "You're filling me so good."  She opened her eyes and focused on
mine.  "You're feeling so damn good to me!"

Both hands on my chest now, as she pushed herself upward to sit impaled on
me.  Knees folded, she had both feet flat on the bed on either side of me.
She lifted a bit then settled back down.  "Gaaaa."  Again.  "Uhhhh... uhhh."

I looked down to where we were joined.  The shaft of my cock was shiny,
glistening with her juice.  It had her cunt lips tightly stretched in a ring
of taut, warm, and welcoming flesh.  My pubic hair was matted with moisture.

I moved both hands upward to tease and massage her bouncing breasts.

She tossed her head back, neck muscles prominent in rigid spasm.  I could
see a flush start around her belly button and spread in all directions.

"Godddddddd..." she wailed.  "Againnn..."  Kathy slammed her hips down hard.
Her legs straightened to lay on mine as she let her body fall forward,
trembling with release.  Sweat beaded on her skin and on mine.

Within seconds she was back to pumping her hips and squeezing her muscles on
me.  We watched each other as she raced for another peak.

I began to meet her thrusts with those of my own.  Steady motions sliding
half of my cock in and out of her.  My hands roamed across her back and
buttocks, dipping to caress her inner thighs, brushing against her anal
opening.  Constant motion.

The swelling pressure for my own release demanded my immediate attention.  I
struggled to maintain control, to continue to enjoy the pleasure of our
fuck.  But control was abruptly snatched from me by her own demand.

"FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!  FUCK!  FUCKKK!" Kathy screamed.  She jerked her
hips rapidly and dug her nails in my shoulders as she tried to hold on.

The desire to fuck her as long as possible crumbled as her cunt muscles
clamped down hard on me.  I tried to hold the demand back, but it burst
loose.  Breath left my body in a hoarse groan as the first spurt shot into
her.

Kathy began wriggling her hips from side to side and whimpering as she felt
the flow.  We pounded my cum deep into her body as orgasms seized us both.
Floating on a deliciously, blissful cloud of Life we let the waves take us.

Awareness slowly returned.  I could feel her body give a twitch every few
seconds.  Our ragged breathing settled into a more relaxed pattern,
inhalation matching inhalation.


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We lay together afterward and talked.  She told me her story.  I told her
part of mine.

She spooned herself against my back, one hand over my hip holding  my cock.
I pulled the sheet and quilt over us.  That's the way we finally fell
asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, I was spooned against her.  My left hand was
gently squeezing her right breast and her ass was warm against me.

There was light coming through the window.  Sunrise had been only a little
while ago.  I've got this habit of waking whenever there is enough sunlight
after dawn.  At my old place I had thick curtains over my bedroom windows so
I could sleep late if I wanted.  Waking with the dawn is a habit that I've
had as long as I can remember and it plays hell with a guy's hangover.

No hangover this morning though.  Not from alcohol at any rate.  Perhaps
there was a sexual hangover, because I felt more content that I had in
months.  The pace of dealing with all the sick and dying, plus the worry of
not being able to find Jules had really beaten me down.

Apparently all I needed was a good fuck.  Come to think about it, I would
have settled for a bad fuck.

Kathy was still sleeping soundly.  Each inhalation pressed her breast into
my hand.

My cock was firming up, nestled between her ass cheeks.  I wanted to slip it
inside her and wake her up fully aroused.  I really wanted that.

But I didn't do it.

I really wasn't sure how she would react the morning after.  I mean, I
really liked Kathy, especially after talking like we did last night.  I was
not sure if she felt the same way and wanted us to continue.  Maybe she just
wanted a one time, or a now-and-then, relationship.  I just didn't know.

So, I slipped out of bed without disturbing her, making sure the sheet and
quilt was still tucked around her.

I shivered in the cold air.  The temperature had dropped during the night.
I found my jeans and socks under the dresser and quickly dressed before
heading down the hall to one of the bathrooms.

Twenty minutes later I was cleaned up, dressed, and sitting on the back
porch steps drinking a cup of instant coffee.

The sky was a gray overcast, promising a cold rain later in the day.  It was
not going to be the kind of day for much outside work.  But the work was
there to do.  Even on days like this.

The longest stretch I had lived on granddad's farm was a month during the
summers.  Other visits were confined to long weekends whenever I could get
away from my family, school or work.  Granddad put me to work every day.  We
played too; but work came first.  Sundays and holidays were no different.
There was still stuff that had to be done, animals to tend and feed, eggs to
gather.

I sighed at the thought of eggs.  Granddad had a dozen chickens in a coop
behind the barn.  I did not look yesterday, but I would be surprised if any
survived.  Worldwide the Flu had burned its way through domestic fowl
populations.  In times before, new flu strains usually appeared first in
domestic fowl or pigs; then would make the leap to humans.  Asia was usually
the hotbed for new flu strains.

I glanced at my watch and decided I might as well get started.  It looked
like Kathy would be sleeping in for a while yet.

I went back inside found a denim jacket, pair of leather gloves, and cap in
the utility room.  Then after refilling my cup with coffee, I went back
outside and walked the short distance to the barn.

As I walked from behind the house, movement in the field near the tree line
to the west caught my attention.  I turned to look and just caught a glimpse
as two whitetail deer vanished into the trees.

"Run now," I said, "but one day you're gonna be dinner."  IF we ever got a
crop growing, we would have to do something to keep animals from nibbling it
away. Not only deer, but raccoons, possums, and any other formerly domestic
animal would find our crops an 'all you can eat' buffet.  "And clothes," I
said as I thought about tanning deer skin.

How do you tan leather without processed chemicals?  I had no idea.  It was
something else to find out.  It couldn't be that hard.  After all, cave men
figured it out.  Something to do with tannic acid from tree bark, I thought.
Easy.  Right?  I guess we would find out.

I spent the next couple of hours feeding and watering the animals, checking
the status of what was stored and generally inspecting the area.

The barn that was originally on the place was a fifty-foot square log
structure, circa 1880.  When I was in my late teens, it had been taken
apart, each log numbered, and re-assembled at another place on the property.
In its stead granddad had erected a steel and concrete structure, one
hundred fifty feet long and one hundred feet wide and the height of a three
story building.  Oriented in an east-west direction, the barn had
thirty-foot wide doors on each end, a twenty-foot wide door centered on the
south-facing side with rows of solar panels on the south side of the roof.
The ground floor was divided into five large animal stalls along the north
wall, and four stalls along the south wall -- two either side of the south
entrance.  A forty-foot center traffic area ran the length of the building.
The partitions used to divide the area into stalls or compartments were
removable and could be re-arranged to sub-divide the area in many ways.  The
second floor of the barn had also been subdivided by these movable
partitions into storage areas, a workshop  and a small apartment.

To the west of the barn were four corrals.  It was there I had herded the
cattle the previous night, putting the bull into the smallest corral and the
cows into another.  Each corral had a lean-to over the feed and water
troughs which allowed the animals to get out of the hot sun and shelter from
wind and rain.

The bull must have had an entertaining winter, because each of the cows were
with calf.  I am no veterinarian and had no idea how long it would be before
the births.  I would just have to keep a close watch until it happened.

There were two Belgian horses, a stallion and a mare, both chestnut in
color.  Each was about fifteen hands high and weighed close to a ton.  There
were also two Morgan horses and two quarter horses, likewise male and female
of each breed.  All the mares were obviously very pregnant.

The previous evening I had placed each in a separate stall.  This morning I
had to muck out the stalls, replenish the feed and water, and generally pay
the animals some attention so they would remember me.  The last time I was
here was about a month before the whole Flu mess got really bad.  They
seemed to remember me, or maybe they just appreciated the attention. They
would  push me with their heads and the big Belgian stallion tried to take a
playful nibble out of my shoulder.

There was a shelter tacked on the southeast corner of the barn that
contained a small forge.  Granddad liked to be his own farrier.  A little
way from the barn to the north was a chicken coop (I checked.  No chickens.
Just a pile of ashes, burned bones, and scorched feathers) and a hog pen,
also empty.  Given the absence of ashes or a recently dug hole, I guessed
that granddad had let the hogs out of the pen.

East of the barn, closer to the river, were two above-ground thousand-gallon
concrete fuel tanks.  One diesel and one gasoline.

All of this -- the barn and other structures -- were situated so that
drainage was into the north creek and downstream from the house with its
water well to the south and further upstream.  The field lines for the house
sewer system also drained northward.  If the water system and plumbing ever
gave up the ghost, it was into this north creek drainage that we would have
to build an outdoor latrine.  I was not looking forward to that because it
would be a fair walk from the house.

The last time I visited there had been a dozen cats and three dogs, a pair
of border collies and an English mastiff.  So far, I had seen no sign of
them.  I didn't think they would have gone far and would eventually show up
now that there was someone around the place.  Unless they had also died.


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It was almost ten o'clock before I finished and started for the house.  The
clouds were darker and lower.  A steady drizzle rain had started an hour ago
and showed no signs of lessening.  There would be no solar power today.

Once on the back porch, I kicked off my muddy boots and set them to one
side.  In stocking feet I went into the house and hung the wet jacket and
cap on a wall-hook to dry in the utility area.

Kathy -- dressed in jeans, t-shirt, a sweater she had found somewhere, and
her boots from yesterday -- was in the kitchen.  Cans from one of the
cabinets were scattered on the counter top and she was writing in a
spiral-bound notebook.  I stood watching from the door as she would pick up
a can, look at it, make an entry in the notebook and place the can in the
cabinet.

Remembering her reaction last night, I wiggled the door handle before
opening it and stomped through in my stocking feet.

"Morning," I said.  I walked over to the table.  "Been up long?"

Kathy turned and smiled.   She placed the notebook on the counter top as she
turned.  "About an hour or so."  She came over to me, both arms went around
my neck, and she pulled me to her for a morning kiss.  No tongue. Just a
simple good-morning, thank-you, very-glad-you-are-here type of kiss.  All
right, maybe not so simple, I thought.  She pressed her body fully against
mine.  "I woke up cold," she said. A quick grind of her groin against mine
and she stepped back, pulling me to one of the dining table chairs.

"Sit down," she said.  "I'll fix some breakfast.  I noticed you didn't cook
anything.  Thanks for finding the coffee, by the way."

She pushed me onto the chair and settled herself in my lap, one leg on each
side and arms around my neck.  "So, what do you want for breakfast?"

Well, I now knew her morning-after mood.

She looked much better this morning.  Yesterday's haggard, weary look had
disappeared.  Her cheeks were fuller and brighter.  The dark area under eyes
had vanished.  As I hugged her, she seemed to have softer, fuller curves.
At the time, I just enjoyed it.  It wasn't until later that I wished I had
paid more attention to these clues

"I'm not much of a breakfast person," I said.  I let my hands drift to her
hips and butt.  Gone were the bony hips so evident yesterday.  Like I said,
I should have paid more attention.  Hell, when a woman is sitting on your
lap and your hands are occupied, a man tends to not be as mentally observant
as he should.

She moved in small circles, pressing herself onto me.

My cock was firming up rapidly.

Breaking the mood with a sour expression Kathy said, "I hate to say this,
Jimmy; but you smell like... well... a little like shit."

I sniffed.  Grinning, I said, "I guess I do at that.  Got a bit more
involved with the livestock that I really intended.  Ahhh, the farm life.
Ain't it grand."

"That remark makes me suspect that you are full of shit," Kathy said as she
pulled me from the chair and led me to the stairs, "as well as smelling like
it."

She pushed me away and to the stairs.  "Go and clean up.  Leave your clothes
in the bathroom.  I'll pick them up later.  Go on.  I'll get back to my
inventory."


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My head was under the shower spray, eyes tightly closed against the burn of
shampoo, when I felt a breeze of cool air bite into my naked ass.  I jumped,
bumping my head on the shower nozzle and there was a sharp slap to one
buttock.

"Move over, Jimmy," Kathy said, "and gimme the soap."

I let the spray of water wash the shampoo from my face and started to turn.

A slap on the other buttock, stopped me.  Kathy's arms kept me from turning.
"The soap, please."

I passed the soap and wash cloth over my shoulder.

"Now, hold still," Kathy said.  I could hear her lathering up the cloth.
"Got to be sure you get that shit stink off."

"I have already washed, Kathy," I said.  "Shampooing was the last."
Sticking my head back under the spray, I finished getting the suds out of my
hair.  "I will wash you, though, since you just got here."

"Oh, I just bet you would be delighted to get your hands on my body," she
said playfully.  She rubbed across my back with the soapy cloth.  "Not this
time, big boy.  I have to make sure you got the shit smell out of every
crack," she dipped the cloth into the crack of my ass, "and cranny." Still
going forward with the cloth, she moved it over my balls before reversing
course.

She worked the cloth around my buttocks for several slow trips.  I leaned
forward and braced my arms outward against the forward shower wall.  The
warm spray flowed down my head and neck to my back.  It washed off the soap
almost as soon as Kathy foamed it on.  She washed down the back of my legs,
kneeling to get my lower legs and feet.  Reaching around me, she washed her
way back up, getting the front of my legs.  Her bare, wet breasts pushed
into and along the back of my thighs as she did this.

Standing she reached around my waist and pushing her soapy body against my
back she washed my chest and abdomen.  The water quickly chased the suds
down and into the drain.  Kathy moved the soapy cloth to wrap around my
balls, working the suds gently around and over the sack.  A half-dozen firm
pumps on my cock made sure it was clean.

She pushed at my hips, turning me under the shower spray and washing all the
suds from me.  I closed my eyes against the water and enjoyed all of her
attention.  I felt a quick kiss on my lips.

"There.  You clean up pretty good for a farm boy," she said.  Handing me the
washcloth, she said, "My turn."


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We shared a can of ravioli for lunch.  It was tempting to raid the
refrigerator and our limited supply of beer, but we contented ourselves with
water.  OK, OK, it was really two cans of the pasta.  Kathy ate half of one
can with me and, still hungry, took care of the second can by her lonesome.

After I finished eating, I just sat there watching her as she practically
licked her bowl clean.

Finally she pushed her chair back from the table and leaned back, stretching
her legs under the table.  "Oh, man, that was good," Kathy said with a sigh.
She popped open the button of her jeans.  "What?!"

I grinned.  "Sure you don't want something else?  A side of beef, perhaps?
I'll sacrifice one of the cows if you insist."

She did not look the least bit chastised.  "I was hungry.  That bowl of
oatmeal when I first got up didn't last long.  First time I've had an
appetite in a long time."

"I'm not complaining, just enjoying the sight."

She stuck her tongue out at me.  "I know what sights you enjoy.  And it ain'
t me eating."

"True.  True.  But I do like seeing you enjoy yourself."

"Yeah.  Well.  To change the subject, what do we do the rest of the day?
Besides waiting for the others to get back?"

I raised an eyebrow and did my best imitation of a leer.

Kathy groaned.  "Oh, no, not again."  A smile quickly followed to let me
know she was joking.  "Down, boy.  I've screwed more in the last twenty-four
hours than I have in the last year.  I am still recovering, you horny
bastard, and I need my rest."

"Bed rest?"  I asked with a grin.  "Exactly what I had in mind!"

"What you have in mind is not bed Rest.  Bed, yes.  But not Rest."

"I'm an open book, apparently."  Then I stretched my hand across the table
and said, "Kathy, I ... I'm not just looking for another fuck.  Certainly
did not expect one last night.  It was the farthest thing from my mind when
you decided to stay.  I tried to explain last night that you didn't have to
fuck me to stay here.  It was..."

Her hand gripped mine and her eyes went suddenly moist.  "I know that.  Last
night... I don't know... I just needed to be held and, like I said, I did
not want to be alone.  It was because I Wanted It, not because I thought I
should.  Because I Wanted It To Happen.  So much death and I wanted to feel
alive.  Do you understand?  Really understand?"

I nodded.  "I think so.  I felt a bit like that myself."  I caressed one
finger over her hand.  "I like you, Kathy.  A lot.  You're stronger inside
than me, I think.  Not afraid to show how you feel.  Not afraid to do
something that you see needs doing.  Like inventorying what supplies
granddad had here.  I knew we were going to have to do that sooner or later,
but you just went ahead and did it.  You are beautiful, with a face and a
body that demands cherishing.  But that is just the wrapping.  It is the
inside, who you are, that I would like to get to know better."

She was blushing by the time I finished my little speech.  "You are a sweet
talker, aren't you."

I shook my head.  "Not really.  That was hard for me to say.  Believe it or
not."  Now I felt that I was blushing.  I made to pull my hand from hers,
but she held on.

"I believe it, Jimmy," she said.  "I'm not exactly sure how I feel about
you.  I like you, too.  You are a caring lover.  You've never treated me
bad, not in the past or since you came back.  You care about the others and
making sure all of us have the best chance to make it through.

"I'm sure you have had other lovers, as have I.  One of them was really
special and he was one of the first here to die.  When I got sick, I prayed
to die.  Losing him hurt terribly.  And seeing so many die... I felt that I
didn't deserve to live.  Why did I live?  There's nothing special about me.
Why me?  Why did I have to live and Harry die?

"So, there I was... with the other survivors in town... waiting for
something to finally happen and finish the job the Flu started.  No one was
making any long term plans.  Know what I mean?  And then you showed up.

"You never mentioned the future.  But it was plain in how you looked, acted,
and the things you did talk about that you were not planning on just waiting
around for the final act to be over.  We came out here and it got me to
thinking.  I looked around at the place, and studied everyone else, and
decided that there just might be a future after all.  I had to decide what
kind of future I wanted.

"Last night while I was washing up, all these thoughts were spinning in my
head.  And I decided to see if you were the kind of man I thought you might
be.  You were.  You are."

"I'll try not to disappoint you," I said.  "I don't know where this is
going, but I do want you with me for the ride."

"And that is where we will leave it for now," she said.  "We like each
other, seem to get along, and are good together in bed.  Let's just take it
one day at a time."


End Chapter 6

To Be Continued...

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