I always think I’m spending too much time on the tits, so I moved on after a few minutes.
“You done already, sweetie?” she asked.
“Ha! I could suck them for hours… you aren’t bored?”
“Christ no. It’s like the best massage in the world. Only better. I’m a thousand percent relaxed, and yet completely turned on too! How good is that! I could almost cum, in fact.”
Well, that sounded like a challenge. I went back to her tits and sucked even harder and roughed them up a bit. As Gayle’s breathing increased, so did my vigor. When she panted a little, I grabbed her pussy. With my palm on her clit, I slipped a finger in between her lips and frigged her nicely. Then a little harder and faster as I bit down on a big nipple of hers. She squealed with delight.
“Suck the other one!” I told her, all excited.
Gayle hauled her left tit up to her face and drew in her own nipple to her mouth. God I love that.
I rubbed her pussy faster and sucked for all I was worth.
I was rewarded in just a couple more minutes when she suddenly stiffened, then jerked a few times. She let go of her tit as the orgasmic waves washed over her. I continued to rub her clit.
“Wait,” she panted. “Just… let me rest… too… sensitive…”
Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Sounds like a good time for mounting. Probably not what she thought, though. Too bad!
I spread her legs and guided my cock to her pussy opening.
I pressed in… jesus she was so wet I just slid right in.
“Michael… just a moment… not yet… ooooohhhhh fuck….”
As my weight set down on her, our pelvises rubbed, re-igniting her clit. Gayle thrashed around as I pounded her with my cock. She couldn’t form any real words, just moans and “Shi—-” I think she was trying to say shit but it was too much effort. Gayle trembled.
She seemed to be on a continuous medium-intensity orgasm.
“You know,” I said. “She’s watched you fuck other guys.”
“What!?” Gayle asked, trying to comprehend English. “Who?”
“Lorrie, she’s watched you fuck a lot of guys.” I sped up my pounding to her cunt.
“No she hasn’t– holy fuck! Oh shit Michael!” I pounded her harder now, making her cum harder.
“Yes, she has. A lot of times, apparently. She says she’s learned a lot.”
“That’s not— Ow!” I pinched her tit fucking hard. “She shouldn’t… oh jesus Michael she can’t… she can’t watch me… oh fuck…”
“Does it turn you on?”
Without waiting for an answer, I pulled out fast and crawled up to her chest, sticking my pussy-sopping cock into her mouth.
“It does, doesn’t it? It turns you on knowing your daughter watched you suck and fuck… Yes just like you’re sucking me… that means she’s seen your tits, your ass, oh that’s nice baby yeah… and she’s seen your juicy cunt… and not just once but a lot of times.”
Well, I was fucking turned on at this point, I shit you not! Thinking about Lorrie spying on Mommy Gayle, touching herself while her mom got fucked, oh yeah!
I face-fucked Gayle a little more and then I came in a torrent down her throat. Load after load of hot squirt shot into her mouth. She swallowed it as best she could, and coughed out some of it along with my dick.
Panting, she rose up to catch her breath.
Then she called me an asshole and Slapped my face!
She sat there, all defiant, her eyes gleaming. I was fucking turned on.
I grabbed her arm and twisted her around, and pushed her face down on the mattress. She resisted, but I forced my way in between her legs and shoved my cock back into her cunt. Gayle arched her back as I entered her, and she moaned out loud. I was rather impressed with myself, even though I just came, I was ready for more.
I spoke in Gayle’s ear as I fucked her relentlessly from behind.
“Lorrie says…. you masturbate at night… with her in the room… you know she’s awake!”
“No I don’t!”
“Yes… you pretend you don’t, but you do… you know she’s awake when you touch your cunt…”
“No… I’m a good mom.”
“You’re a great mom… a Fucking great mom… but you also think about her…”
No answer. I forced my hand under her abdomen so I could grab her pussy.
“You think about Lorrie…”
“No, it’s wrong…”
“She’s so beautiful, and her body is so firm”
“… no…”
“She likes watching you fuck… and she likes you helping her learn to suck cock…”
“No Michael… stop it… don’t say that.”
“She’s touching herself right now, I’m sure.”
“Stop it… please oh shit oh shit oh shit I’m cumming Michael no no no”
“Cum as Lorrie fingers her cunt… man can’t you almost taste it?” I pulled my hand from Gayle’s pussy and rubbed it on her lips, cheeks, pushed my fingers inside her mouth so she could taste it all.
“You want to taste her…” I began cumming inside her pussy. Her cunt walls gripped my cock and wouldn’t let go.
“Yes Michael… I’m cumming, I’m CUMMING! oh fuck yes… fuck yes….”
I just grunted and groaned as I came for the second time, filling up her cunt with fiery hot sperm.
After a couple minutes, Gayle wriggled a bit and asked “Would you mind…?” So I rolled off her. To my surprise, she went down and cleaned up my cock with her tongue and lips, sucking up the combined cum-fruits of our labor.
“Thank you Michael.” She’s thanking me? Uh, help yourself to my sperm anytime you want, honey.
“For what?”
“For making love to me. This will be the last time. I want… I want Lorrie to have a chance.”
We slept in each others arms all night.
But it wasn’t quite the last time, we fucked again in the morning.
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Chapter 10 – The Date
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The next day was moving day for the Johnson sisters. We got the Masters place all reinforced, so they were going to go there and live. I’ll admit to some jealousy there, those chicks were pretty wild little honies!
So we spent most of the day trying to block off the town. We’d been to every house, killed every zombie inside the homes, sheds, barns, on the streets, everywhere. And yet, there were always more zombies. We figured they were coming from the road, but why? From where? Why are they coming here?
“We need to funnel them into a kill zone,” Erin was saying. My fiendish little killer-babe!
“You know, like into a tight spot where we are protected, but we can kill them with sticks or spears or something.”
“Genius!” I said.
“Or,” said Lorrie. “We should get them to climb up something and then fall down. So the fall kills most of them. Or at least breaks their legs or backs. That would save, ammo, right?”
The girls kind of chuckled at Lorrie’s suggestion.
“Right! Get them to limb a ladder and jump!”
“Hold on now,” I interrupted. “Let me think.” I had it. So simple, it just might work.
“Brilliant! Lorrie, it’s brilliant. We get some shipping containers. Cut off the end, so it’s like a rectangular tube. We tilt them up at, like a ten or twenty degree angle. We’ll need lots of them. Stack them on top of each other or something. But we bait them with… something… get them to 30 or 40 feet high and they walk out the end of the last container right into thin air. They smash on the ground–”
Lorrie interrupted me. “We put concrete below, so it’s a hard landing place! And we stick a lot of re-bar up so they get impaled and stuck… we surround the area with fence or more shipping containers…”
“And when the area fills up,” continued Erin. “We burn the fuckers. Then we don’t have to shoot any of them!”
We were all very proud of ourselves. It’s a great fucking idea. Except, we didn’t have any shipping containers. Or a way to move them. Or a crane to stack them.
Eh, minor details.
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We cleaned up more of the town. Not too many living folks, but it’s good to rid of the lurkers. Zed likes to creep around and turn up in the most bizarre places, so it’s good to have him killed instead of sneaking up on you.
Lorrie proved to be as zealous a zombie-killer as Erin. She hated Zach with a passion! But unlike Erin and her guns, Lorrie really wanted it done up close and personal. She wanted to look into their dead eyes as they died again.
We had cleared out a section of houses, then we went back to them to check for salvageable stuff. Lorrie and I were upstairs in this nice old house, checking things out.
“So you and mom are… what exactly?” she asked, coyly.
“I’m… not sure what we are, exactly.”
“Well, you’re doing it, right?”
“Yeah. I mean, it’s been ‘done’. But I don’t think there will be any more. I don’t know…”
“Whaddya mean you don’t know? You’re dumping her already?” Lorrie was getting a little steamed.
“No! It’s not like that at all. It’s…” How do I tell her that her mom wants US to hook up?
“Well, you guys are great together, it would be nice to have a real daddy!”
I smiled at her.
“But if you’re my real daddy, then we can’t… oh… never mind…”
“Lorrie–”
“No! Never mind, it’s fine. It’s fine! Get back together with her!”
Wow, nobody can shut you down faster than a teenager!
We looked through the house some more. It’s kind of sad, looking through a dead person’s life.
Usually, we just look for safes where we might find guns, trunks for ammo, kitchens for food etc. But this house was different. It was, really nice.
“You know, Lorrie,” I began. “I like this house. I mean really. I could live in this house if it weren’t for the damn zombies.”
“Wyatt said it was once the Mayor’s house. The townspeople built it a long time ago for the then current mayor to live in. But later, it got bought by some rich people… The town needed the money, I guess.”
I looked through the closet.
“She was about your size, I think.”
“Wow,” said Lorrie as she picked out a couple outfits. “She had some taste. Where in this town would she wear this stuff? This is like, New York City, 20 years ago, maybe.”
Lorrie sighed as we heard some moans from the street.
“Duty calls,” I said.
“Let me get these zekes, ok?”
And she did. She hacked them up good.
“Remind me not to get you too pissed off at me!” I joked.
“You’re already halfway there, mister!” She waggled her big blade at me. I think she was joking?
We rendezvoused at the Hardware store for lunch, now re-named Masters and Johnson, in honor of the upcoming nuptials between the Masters boys and the Johnson sisters. Lorrie was occupied by Gayle with something, I grabbed Erin for a moment.
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