“I’ll… I’ll shoot your bitch!” Trent yelled. And he looked at me and started to point the Eagle at me.
Trent’s head exploded. I thought, I didn’t know a head could just explode! Then Tom and Michael were facing each other, guns pointed warily.
“No!” I managed to scream. “You’re on the… same side”
I blacked out.
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Epilogue
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I shot this shithead Trent right in his fucking head. I scanned for targets and saw this black guy also shooting at Trent. I covered him with my 1911, but I was kind of hoping that he wouldn’t shoot me since we both shot Trent.
Then Lorrie shouted that we were on the same side, and we lowered our weapons as Lorrie collapsed in her bonds.
“Cover us!” I said tersely to this new guy as I cut Lorrie down from the paracords. “Are there any more of these guys?”
“I don’t know, I think my friends took out the rest up near the front, but I can’t be sure yet.”
Lorrie looked okay, she had a lump on her forehead.
“Stay here, uh–” I started to say.
“Tom. My name is Tom Zander. I’ll protect her.”
“You better, Tom. I’ve killed a lot of people today, I don’t mind adding to the list.”
There was some commotion up front, so I skirted around through the toys and cosmetics to see what was happening. The cause of the ruckus became clear; 20 or so people were beating 3 or 4 people to death. I stepped out from behind the racks.
“I’m with Tom!” I yelled as they all turned threateningly towards me. “And the captured girl!” They had rakes and shovels and started advancing on me. There was blood in their eyes!
Fortunately, Tom rounded the corner, carrying Lorrie in his arms.
“It’s alright!” Tom asserted. “He’s cool. He just killed about 15 of our asshole warlords. Let’s not kill him just yet.”
As the situation defused. Tom and a few others ran off with some captured rifles.
“Where are they off to?” I asked to nobody in particular.
A bruised up gentleman, calling himself Nathan, responded.
“They’ve been keeping the women and kids locked up in the nail salon next door. I imagine that Rollie, that fucking piece of shit guard, doesn’t have much breathing time left.”
Then Nathan explained what happened to them. The town was swarmed early on by zombies. If you went outside, you got eaten. All these living people were in the Walmart when they shut it down on a Saturday. For a lucky few, the whole family was shopping at the same time and survived intact. For others, their loved ones were ‘outside’ somewhere. Then these “Rattlers” showed up and easily took over the store and the group. The Rattlers acted like saviors on the run, and were gladly accepted into the group. After the first night, however, the Rattlers showed their true colors; they enslaved everyone and began their reign of terror and rape. This went on for three weeks, and then Lorrie and I showed up.
Erin drifted in from the roof. She covered the group with her AR-15, I quickly motioned for her to lower the barrel, these were friendlies.
“Thank God you’re alright!” She said to Lorrie and me. “I didn’t hear anything for awhile, I was thinking the worst!” She hugged us both, then glanced around at the people and also the store.
“So…” she began. “What happens next?”
Just then Tom and his crew returned, Tom holding tightly to a woman and a small girl around his neck. “I think we got them all. Hey, who’s the new girl?”
“This is Erin,” I announced to him and the group. “She shot about 6 or 8 of your ‘Rattlers’–”
“Ten! If you don’t mind!”
“My bad, Erin. She shot Ten of your rattlers on the roof, which allowed me to climb up and into your Walmart here where, with the help of Tom, we don’t have a Rattler problem anymore.”
I expected the survivors to be a little more happy about us, seeing as how we rescued them and all. But they were a bit leery of us and our intentions. Rightfully so, I guess. The last ‘saviors’ didn’t work out so well.
“Well, guys,” I said. “We’re gonna get going. These shitheads shot one of my people back home. Do you mind if we get some medical supplies? Then we’ll be on our way.”
I headed over to the Pharmacy section. These guys still had fully stocked shelves of most everything. Jesus, I thought. Wish I was a little more mercenary in my way of thinking. I would take everything. But whatever.
Tom came over to me, with his wife and little girl still around his neck. “Look, um, Michael. I’m a veterinarian. Or, I was. I could take a look at your person if you wanted… Maybe we can work out some kind of trade, know what I’m saying?”
“Awesome, that would be great, Tom. Um, I know we’re all new to each other, but we might be able to work out some trade between our groups, maybe even merge them together… for our mutual benefit.”
And that’s what we did.
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One Year Later
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“Please honey!” I begged. “For the love of God put her down already, she’s had enough!”
Lorrie smiled innocently at me. “Why, whatever do you mean?”
I walked over and gently took my darling baby Jessie from her mother’s arm and breast. Carefully, I set her down in her crib. Jessie mewled a bit, stretched a little, but stayed asleep. Yes!
I looked back at Lorrie. Her impossibly large breasts lay against her stomach, her left one still leaking milk. I pulled her out of the rocker and led her towards our room and the bed. She tried to argue but I held my finger to my lips, telling her to keep quiet and not wake the baby.
“But Michael,” she protested as I closed the door. “I’m tired from the feeding.”
“Don’t worry, this won’t take long!” I can’t sit in a room with her for very long while she feeds the baby, I just get way too fucking worked up! I stripped quickly and jumped on top of her. My iron cock bashed into her legs as I grabbed her tits and squeezed them together.
Milk gushed from both her nipples like a water fountain, except this fountain had many different streams! Warm milk sprayed on my face and dripped off my chin. I opened my mouth and savored the sweet flavor. Quickly, I fell upon a tit and sucked the shit out of it. I mean, sucked the milk out of it! Warm milk flowed down my throat, gulp after gulp. I couldn’t get enough.
Gayle whispered from the doorway, “Did the baby poop? Oh…” I didn’t even look up. It was my feeding time.
I guess Lorrie motioned her mom in, for the next thing I knew, Gayle was pushing me aside a little. She was trying to get between her daughter’s legs. Grudgingly, I moved out of the way, a little, so as not to lose my grip on Lorrie’s tits. Gayle snuggled her face into Lorrie’s pussy, gently licking and kissing her deliciously wet slit.
I sort of lose track of time when I’m latched on to gigantic milking tits, especially when they are filled with milk. So, I don’t know how long it was, but eventually Lorrie started to moan softly. Then she jerked and bucked as the sensations from my milk-sucking and her mom’s tongue-lashing took over. Presently, she composed herself after trembling but quiet orgasm.
“Go ahead Michael,” Lorrie whispered. “Fuck Mee-Maw.”
“Bullshit ‘Mee-Maw’!” Gayle complained. “I’m ‘Nana’ you little bitch!” As punishment for this breach of etiquette, Gayle resumed licking her daughter’s cunt, even more vigorously this time.
I detached, somewhat reluctantly, from Lorrie’s tits. Truth was, I think I had enough. Must’ve been eight or ten ounces! Gayle rose up on her knees but kept her face buried between Lorrie’s legs.
I worked on Gayle’s pants, struggling to get them off. I’ve asked her before to take them off before she gets in the bed, but she doesn’t remember! Alzheimer’s, I guess. She is an old woman, anyway. Almost as old as me…
Finally, I exposed her glistening pussy lips. I was too wound up for finesse and felt a little selfish; I just mounted her quickly and rammed my cock in hard! Oh yessss… the only thing that feels better than drinking warm tit-milk is sliding my cock into a hot and steamy pussy! I looked up at my two hot mamas. Well, technically one mama and a grandma. But the Grandma just turned 40, so it ain’t no thing! Maybe in a few weeks I can fuck my wife, Lorrie. She’s still too tender from the delivery.
I’m sorry to say, but I could only last a minute or so inside Gayle’s sopping wet cunt. My orgasm was approaching, and there wasn’t much I could do about it.
“Lorrie,” I panted. “You know you (…pant…) need to stay hydrated!” I only had about ten seconds to go.
“Give it to me baby!” she said.
Leaping up and around Gayle, I planted myself right next to Lorrie’s face. Grabbing my cock, I stroked it a couple times and placed it between her lips.
YES!!! Hot streams of man cum erupted from me, into her welcoming mouth. Gayle’s work kicked in right then, so Lorrie was cumming as she swallowed down my jizz gleefully, even gratefully, perhaps.
I rolled off to the side, exhausted, as Gayle straddled Lorrie’s tits. She ground her clit into Lorrie’s erect and milky nipples. Gayle came hard in just under a minute, mixing her cum with Lorrie’s milk. They both looked at me.
“Oh alright,” I said, feigning boredom. Lorrie leaned over and dragged her cum and milk covered tits in my face. I revelled in the mixed concoction and my cock recovered from it’s previous state of about 95% hard to completely rock solid again.
This could go on all day!
Suddenly, a radio call interrupted our fun.
“Mustang, come in Mustang.” That was our house call sign.
I struggled over to the handheld. “Yeah Little Tiger, what’s up.” Erin wanted something.
“Just letting you know that chopper flew by again. Looks like he wants to land.”
“Ok LT. Don’t shoot unless they shoot first. Got me? Don’t shoot! I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“Soon?” Erin cackled. “Put that woman down for ten fucking minutes! We need you!”
“I was, unavoidably detained… I’ll be right there.”
“Hurry up asshole. Little Tiger out.”
Is that any way to talk to her commanding officer? I didn’t think so. She will need some kind of punishment tonight. Probably have to tie her down and make her watch me fuck her girlfriend Payton. Yeah, that would work!
I did want to hurry, though. We had seen a chopper go by a few times in the last weeks. They were checking us out. It was the Air Force or the Army, we couldn’t tell which but knew it was military.
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