I fucked her hard for a few more strokes, fucked her as she lay face down in her mom’s twat.
In seconds, I came too. With a fury, my cock trembled and shook and I emptied my raging sperm deep inside my baby girl’s ass. Wave after wave, shot after shot, I finally finished cumming after almost a minute. My cock was physically tired, I could feel it straining from all the cumming like a sore leg muscle after running a long way. I reluctantly pulled out of her gorgeous ass, but I was treated to a nice surprise.
From her gaping asshole, my cum poured out, right into Gayle’s waiting mouth. She purred as she licked all of me up. With her mouth closed, Gayle pushed Lorrie off and onto her back. Then Gayle bent down and, with her hands, opened Lorrie’s mouth. Gayle slowly opened her own mouth, and my cum slowly, ever so slowly, dripped from her mouth into Lorrie’s waiting mouth.
Lorrie savored the cum glob for a few moments before she swallowed it down. Gayle and her then kissed for a long time.
Me? I fell onto the mattress, utterly spent. My cock lay there like a dead soldier, or more like a complaining soldier. ‘No more, let me rest!’ it seemed to say. Hey little buddy, it was worth it, wasn’t it? You bet your ass it was.
Time drifted, they both snuggled up to me, pressing their warm boobs against me and draping their legs over parts of me. I mentioned water again, because I never got any the first time. Lorrie jumped up and returned with two glasses for all of us to share.
“Everybody okay?” I asked. Threesomes can be difficult sometimes. It all looks like fun but sometimes there are hurt feelings. Mix in some Mother/Daughter stuff, and I didn’t know WHERE any of us stood at the moment.
“Gayle?” I continued. “Did you get to cum?”
“Only about three times honey, thanks for asking. I’m good. Great, in fact. Lorrie?”
Lorrie leaned across me to kiss her mom on the lips, dragging a big fucking tit right in my face. Then she withdrew, and kissed me.
“I’m okay. Tired, but a good tired. I can’t believe what we did, what I did. Thank you both.”
“Thank YOU both!” I said. “This was undoubtedly the greatest night of my life.”
They both squeezed me tight. We drifted off to sleep, each tired and satisfied and happy.
– – –
“Michael!” the radio blared. “Michael! Help! We’ve got company! Michael!!”
I scrambled out of my warm slumber with my two babes, punched the transmit button.
“What’s going on?”
“Get down here! We’ve got a hundred zombies at least! They are inside the store!”
“Okay we’ll be right down as fast as we can! Hang on!”
The girls were already moving. “Full gear, RFN, ladies! You can put on some of it in the Jeep!”
Sounded like the shit was hitting the fan, I wanted helmets, arm protectors, shin guards, everything we had.
We hauled ass down to main street, weapons hot and ready to go. In spite of the danger, there were a few smirky looks passed back and forth, kind of like “Yeah we’re going in to battle, but the fucking sure was fun last night!”
I rounded the corner a few hundred yards from hardware store, where everybody was holed up. Zombies crowded around the front door. Yeah, at least a hundred. Erin was popping off some headshots, but it was just a drop in the bucket.
Think, think! I didn’t want to just shoot them. Then they’ll swarm us. This is like some kind of damn herd.
We had checked on the radio. Our people were trapped, but not in immediate danger. Zed had forced them into a bedroom, which was holding strong. Erin had climbed out the window onto the facade roof.
Right by us, next to Mountain Realty, was Jim’s Fix It Shop. I looked in the window and saw a bunch of tools and broken TVs and other shit. And wire. Spools of wire. I can do something with this! The Dynamic Mother/Daughter duo of Gayle and Lorrie covered me as I broke into the store and got the spools. Zed was busy making noise down the street, they didn’t hear me.
“Call Erin, tell her to keep it up, keep their attention.”
I had Gayle drive us closer, about 75 yards from the nearest Zed.
“Yeah Daddy-man,” Erin replied. “But I’m down to my last mag. I’ll just wave at them for awhile. If you’re gonna do something, sooner would be better!”
I got out while the Duo covered me, engine idle, ready to roll. I mean, worse came to worst, we could just drive into a few of them, then drive around town as they followed us. Spread them out some so we could engage them a few at a time. But I wanted to try this wire thing first.
I undid some wire and wrapped it around the nearest streetlight. With pliers, I twisted and tied it off very tight, about a foot off the ground. I crossed the street and tied the wire to a streetlight on that side, also about a foot off the ground and as tight as I could make it. It plucked like a guitar string.
We backed up to the next streetlight about hundred feet away, and tied another piece of wire across the street about a foot high. Did that four more times.We checked around, no Zeds had snuck up behind us from the main road. Radioed Erin, told her to get back inside. I nodded to Gayle, she blew the Jeep’s horn.
Instantly, about half the streetwalkers turned to look at us. Blew the horn and jumped up and down and yelled, they moaned, turned, and started ambling towards us.
“Ladies, be ready if this doesn’t work.” I was pretty scared, actually. If this didn’t work, we were pretty well fucked. I didn’t know if we could hold off a hundred of these shitbirds.
The first Zachs got to the wire, Foomp! Down they went! The Tripwire was working! They just kept falling over each other! Dumbasses! As they spread out in the confusion, a few went outside the pole and the wire, but then those guys zeroed in on us in the middle of the street and hit the next wire. Down went those guys!
When old Zach goes down, he doesn’t just pop right back up. Balance and coordination are not his thing. Depending on their condition, it can take 30 seconds, a minute, even more for them to get upright again. Those that did, fell down on the next wire.
We hooted and hollered, enjoying their slapstick antics. After a couple minutes, with still a couple wires between us, Lorrie and I marched out to meet them. We had our AR-15s slung on our backs, I had my spiked Crovel and Lorrie had her long poker stick.
“I got the first one!” Lorrie called out. Stab! Right in this dead guys head. He stopped squirming.
“Let’s stay close to each other,” I warned. We didn’t want to get surrounded. But it wasn’t too likely. We casually stabbed a few, then ten, then 20 and 30. I love saving ammo.
Eventually the pressure reduced on our people in the building; they staged a murderous breakout and joined us on the street, poking Zed in his dead head, making sure he was re-dead.
Well, the smell was fucking atrocious. And now we had 147 dead guys in the street. Tina counted them.
“Where did these fuckers come from, I wonder?”
The boys, Wyatt and Morgan, looked a little sheepish.
“Well,” explained Morgan. “We were ah, we were cranking some music last night. You know, just having a little party. It was pretty late, maybe like 2 or 3 o’clock. Next thing we know a few of these guys started milling about in the street. We figured we would get them in the morning…”
“Yeah,” piped in Erin. “Then, this morning, they crashed through the glass door, even though it was boarded. We scrambled into a room, all we had was my pistol, radio, and my six magazines.”
“What did you use to break out?” I asked.
Wyatt jumped in. “We busted up the furniture, got some good boards. Erin shot the first few, then we beat the rest down until we could get our weapons.”
I was kind of pissed at them for getting themselves into trouble. But I was also pretty impressed. They didn’t panic, they improvised, they overcame, they fought hard, they killed Zed.
We figured there must have been a herd passing by on the highway. They heard the music and decided to come take a look. I read about the herds a few days ago. When Zed has no stimulus, he just kind of stands there. Then a bird flies by, and he follows it, even after it has gone out of sight. Zach, who is also just standing there, sees Zed walking with a purpose. He doesn’t want to miss out on the action so he follows him. Zena sees two of her friends charging ahead and says yeah baby, I’m with ya! Next thing you know, 147 dead shitheads are walking down the street, following god-knows-what but they can’t stop now!
Well the Tripwire worked, gotta do more of that. We gotta get our defenses up. We can’t just have these guys storming our town! We gotta get some security.
We spent the rest of the day cleaning up. The other remaining townsfolk came out to help, too. Picking up dead Zeds is hard work. We dragged them all about a quarter mile down main street, down wind. Shee-it we gotta think of something.
During all the hauling and dragging, word got out that Lorrie and I had done it. And that Momma Gayle had joined in. There were some smirks, giggles, and maybe some hurt feelings, too. Some of the girls were thinking I was off the market and were jealous.
We broke for lunch. As we munched down Dennison’s chili, Erin finally shot the elephant in the room.
“So uh… you guys all married now, or what?”
I was a little hurt, after all, Erin helped arrange this whole thing! Now she seemed a little pissy.
“You know,” I began. “We don’t really have any rules right now. Except for the Patsy rule, which is if you are a threat to me and us then you get to leave. But, well, normal society has broken down. I think we are all feeling, pretty free right now. I mean, yeah, we have things to do, but we can also do what we want. To some extent, anyway.
“So, yeah, I love Lorrie. And I love Gayle. And Erin. And Kaitlyn, Payton, Tina, Lizzy, Kristin. I love all of you. Morgan and Wyatt, I like you guys a lot, but we aren’t at the love stage yet.” They made funny gestures of wiping their brows in relief.
“I guess what I’m saying is, chill out, we’re figuring this out as we go along.”
People seemed to be okay with that. Like Gayle said early on, I needed to watch my step with these girls, or they may all turn on me.
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