“Oooo… does that feel better girls? Mmmmm… yes it does… poor things… mmmmm… that mean old man was slapping you poor girls… oh but this feels sooo gooood.”
Gayle got down on her knees, continuing to rub her boobs.
I squirted a pretty large load right onto her tits, then a couple smaller ones, too. Gayle rubbed it all in to her breasts as she leaned over and licked my cock clean.
Beautiful and not selfish. Wow. She could be a keeper…
…except for her daughter…
– – –
Later that evening, as we watched ‘Pitch Perfect’ and sang along with all the a capella songs, the girls were all kind of silly and a bit strange. Seems like they approved of Gayle and I ‘getting together’. She sat next to me during the movie, with her daughter Lorrie on my other side.
Everyone said their goodnights, and I wondered what would happen. But I didn’t have to wait long.
Gayle opened my door and strode in. Don’t get me wrong, I was glad to see her. But I was also not ready to be ‘claimed’ by her. Not just yet anyway.
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” I asked her.
She laughed a little. And pulled her terrycloth robe a little tighter. Didn’t matter. You could still see her feminine charms lurking underneath.
“I just came to talk,” she said. She had a bottle of my prized Justin pinot noir and a couple glasses. We sat down, me in my rolling chair and her in the metal folding chair.
We talked about a lot of things, but mostly about our situation and what my plans were for the future. Unfortunately, that meant a lot of work. What we really needed was a way to make a zombie free area so that we could then begin farming operations. Plus we now had lots of new mouths from town that we had ‘liberated’.
Most of the people we met were nice, but generally a bit older. Still, some of them had farming backgrounds. But other than the Master’s sons, we hadn’t found anyone near the girls ages.
“That’s really bothering me, Michael. I want… I want a future for my daughter.”
“Well I’m doing all I can, sweetheart.” I got kind of defensive. “I think we’ve got a real shot at making something–”
“Oh Michael. I don’t doubt that at all. I’m sure you’ll get everything going perfectly. What I meant was… this is hard to say… I want Lorrie to have the love of a good man. Raise a family. You know, those kind of things.”
“Oh… yeah, I get that. But I guess she’s only got slim pickins right now. Mr. Olson today was single. But he was what, 55?”
“Yeah. Just what I want for Lorrie! But no. I had someone else in my mind.”
My mind drew a blank. “Who?”
“Well… you, Michael.”
“What?” I asked, taken aback. “I’m… twice her age!” Actually, I was about twice everybody’s age, but that didn’t seem to matter.
“Yes but you aren’t old-old. But even if there were a thousand guys to choose from, I’d want you. You just… you do what has to be done, you work hard, you’re good at keeping everyone alive… plus you’re amazing at sex.”
“Gayle… I don’t know what to say exactly. Lorrie’s wonderful, I love her like I love all of you, but…” I tailed off.
“But what?”
“But… how does she feel about this?”
“She’s head over heals in love with you. Most of the girls are attracted to you, but she’s actually in love.”
She’s in love with me? Seriously?
“Well… there’s still two main issues here. Number One is, you, Gayle. And Number Two, I’m not sure I’m ready to settle down just yet. I mean, I will at some point, maybe. But right now, I’m giving all I’ve got to keep our group going. I don’t know if I have time for a genuine relationship. It’s umm… it’s pretty easy right now, I just… get laid based on who shows up at the door.”
Gayle rolled her eyes.
“Hey, sorry, that’s just how it is. I’m not ready to be monogamous with anyone right now. And If I was, well, I’m not sure I would pick Lorrie at this point.”
Gayle kind of made a disappointed face.
“No, I mean nothing bad about Lorrie. But I don’t know her that well! And, then, there’s you… and Erin…”
“Me?” asked Gayle.
“Yeah, you. Don’t look so surprised. We get along pretty fricking great. And, I think the great sex is just beginning…”
“Michael, I didn’t mean you had to marry Lorrie today. I just want you to think about it. Keep it in mind.”
“So if she comes a-knocking at my door some night… you’re… what?”
“I’m fine with that! Just…. be easy on her. She really… she really likes you, like I said. And she’s a virgin.”
I thought about our gun-cleaning session a week ago. Lorrie seemed pretty quick to undress.
“You sure about that?” I asked.
“Yes, she would’ve told me.”
“So, if you want me for her, what was up with the shower today? That doesn’t seem to jive with what you’re saying.”
“Michael, I…” she paused and drank the rest of her wine. “I’m not perfect. I had this vision of you and Lorrie getting together… but… I wanted you first… that doesn’t sound good at all, does it? I mean, I at least wanted you once, before you settled in with her. It all sounds kind of stupid now that I say it out loud.”
I drank the rest of my pinot and poured us both some more.
Have I mentioned how gorgeous Gayle is? My dad was a horn dog in his day, even as an older man. He like the full-figured gals like Marilyn, Mamie, Rita, etc., but his favorite was the Italian babe, Sophia Loren.
Gayle bore a fair resemblance to Sophia. I mean, when she smiled at you, you just wanted to go do manly things like kill a bunch of zombies with your bare fists and come back for your reward. Hey, since you’re reading this, the internet is working again. Go look her up. Sophia, I mean. Check out some of the younger pictures of her, when her hair is pretty straight. That’s what Gayle looks like. Except, Gayle’s tits are bigger. By a lot.
I set my wineglass down and stood up. I paced around the room a bit, then I knelt down in front of Gayle’s chair.
“Gayle.” I placed my hand on her cheek. “Even if I fell in love with your daughter, and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her… how could I possibly only make love to you once? And never again?”
I leaned in and kissed her gently on her full lips. Her hand came up to me, she ran her fingers through my hair.
Our lips pressed a little firmer together and our sweet kiss turned a little hotter as I moved into her a little more. I broke the kiss, only to get a slightly different angle and start kissing her again. I kissed her more, and still more. I kissed her lower lip, and sucked it into my mouth, only releasing it when she giggled.
I stood up and pulled her up with me, and pressed her back against the wall. With both my hands gently holding her face, I kissed her with passion and tenderness like I’d never felt before.
Gayle had slipped her hands underneath my t-shirt and dragged her fingernails across my back. Then she continued to kiss me as she pulled me closer to her.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “Michael, is there an ounce of fat on you?”
“You’re just being nice.”
She slipped my t-shirt over my head.
“No, seriously,” she said. “Stand over there. Go on! Don’t be such a baby!”
So I stood barefoot in the desk light, in just my faded jeans with a bulging crotch.
“Turn around,” she commanded. “Slowly.”
“Oh come on!” I protested.
“Do it!”
So I turned and posed a little for her.
“Sweet Jesus, Michael! You’re beautiful…”
I blushed. I mean, nobody’s complained before, but this was silly.
“You’ve just lost your perspective, Gayle.”
“Pick up those weights,” she said. “Please?”
I had a couple 30 pound dumb-bells I kept in there, just for something to do when waiting for downloads and such.
I did a few curls for her, some standing presses, I turned my back to her and did some lateral flys.
“Had enough yet?” I turned back around to see her right hand gently rubbing her left breast, and her left forefinger in between her front teeth. Hot. Hey, it’s kind of cool to know I turn on a chick. 38 years old. Semi-ripped. Still have my hair, all of it. I guess I’m not the worst guy they could run into in a zombie apocalypse.
I went and stood in front of Gayle, then I scooped her up in my arms, like I was going to carry her over a threshold. She giggled in surprise.
“I must confess,” I began. “I was only ever with one virgin in my whole life. It didn’t go so well. Lots of pain. Crying. Shame. And that was me!” She laughed at that one.
“Oh you’re so smooth with women!” she joked.
“I’m awful. So, you really want me to uh… how to say this delicately… de-flower? Is that the right word? Deflower your daughter?”
“I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have do it,” she said, twirling her fingers through my hair.
I kissed her her on the lips for a few moments.
“You want me to, fuck your daughter?” Long… kiss….
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m going to have to suck her tits for a real long time.” Kiss…
“Yes.”
“I’m going to lick her pussy.” Kiss….
“yesss.”
“She will suck my cock.” Kiss with some tongue…
“She will be good, I promise.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ve made her practice. On bananas and cucumbers.”
I stared at Gayle for a moment.
“No shit?”
“No shit. I told her it was an important skill.”
I set Gayle back to the standing position, but we kept close and kissed more. I undid the belt on her robe, sliding my hand between her smooth skin and the robe. I cupped her ass cheek and pulled her to me, she could feel my hard-on now.
“Mmmmm,” she whispered. “Nice, Michael.”
I yanked off her robe, she stood there naked. She didn’t try to cover up or anything.
“Not always so nice. Let’s get this bed down.” I stripped out of my jeans as she arranged the air mattress on the floor.
As we lay down next to each other, I just grabbed a big tit and started sucking it. I just love tits. All tits. There’s just something about them that drives me nuts. Yeah, big surprise. But more than most guys, I love them. I love to lick, and nibble, and twirl my tongue around them. And they all feel so different. Some are firm, some are really squishy, and some just go on forever, like Gayle’s. I would alternate sucking nicely to sucking as much as I could. Some nipple bites here and there, Gayle just had her head back as she enjoyed my playtime.
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