Love (And Sex!) In The Time of Zombies by Mojavejoe420

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Chapter 1 – The Beginning

= = = = = = = = = = = = = =Claire looked gorgeous as she rode up and down my raging cock. Her tousled blonde hair partially covering her face she lolled her head from side to side as her orgasm wracked her entire body. Her beautiful breasts quivered and shook like only big breasts can. Shortly, she collapsed on top of me as her orgasm left her spent of energy.

Without pulling out, I managed to roll her onto her back and continued fucking her. She took it like a champ, although she wasn’t much more than a rag doll. All she managed to do was gasp and moan as my cock slammed into her time and again.

“Oooooh… yes… yes…” she cried out, along with the occasional “Michael”, which was good because that was my name. Once, my ex-wife called out “Thomas!”, which struck me as odd. She’s gone, now.

I’d chased Claire for almost 3 months, although that really wasn’t my style. After my divorce, I played it pretty fast and loose with the ladies. Nothing too deep, nothing too serious, just kept it light. If the lady was in to me, then, great! If she wasn’t, no worries, there’s more.

But Claire showed up in the office one day selling some software, and she hit me like a ton of bricks. I turned into jelly around her. I tried everything, and eventually we dated. And finally, we fucked, this night.

I squeezed one tit hard as my other arm supported me. Her soft flesh felt wonderful in my hand. Just beautifully squishy and yet firm, with very responsive nipples. I pushed it up to her face and sucked her tit right next to her face. I withdrew slightly and offered Claire her own nipple, to which she accepted and gently drew into her mouth. I kissed her and she released her nipple; we both licked it vigorously as my engorged cock continued to fuck her tight pussy.

“Micheal… I’m going to… (gasp)… cum again… cum in me please!”

“You’re on the pill, yes?”

“No, but it’s okay… please Michael.”

Yeah, heard that one before. That’s how I got married the first time. She ended up miscarrying but we were married by then.

“Okay baby, I’m going to cum in you!” I cried out, faking it. I flexed my cock a couple times and her cunt responded with death-grip clenches as she came. I wanted to cum on her tits and face. I wanted to coat her entire body with my sperm. I wanted her to know that she was very special to me. I could barely contain my cum.

“Grab your tits, baby!” I said as I fucked her.

Claire squeezed them for me as I pumped a few more times, then pulled out and straddled her stomach.

I stroked a couple times and felt the fantastic feeling as hot cum began flying out of my cock.

Claire screamed, “What are you doing!?” She immediately released her tits and went to block her face with her hands. My cum splashed onto her tits and a couple streams hit her blocking hands full force. Dammit, would’ve gone right in her mouth, too. She turned her head as far to the side as it would go. Still, a few stray drops and splashes got through and hit her cheek and neck.

I still had a couple shots left when she struggled out from under me, pushing me aside. She ran to the bathroom, holding her hands up in disgust, as if they were covered in dogshit or something.

“Why did you have to wreck everything?” she cried.

Jesus, really? My cum ‘wrecked everything’?

The faucet ran for several minutes as she cleaned up. Hell, I’m surprised she didn’t take a bath or a shower. Finally she came out, one of my towels wrapped around her. She had pinned up her hair, apparently so none of my nasty stuff would come in contact with her golden locks. Hey, she did have gorgeous hair, but still, man.

She began gathering up her clothes. She wouldn’t look at me.

“You know,” I began. “I licked your pussy for at least a half an hour tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“Well, I enjoyed it. So… then… it’s okay for me to do that to you, but my sperm is unacceptable?”

“I asked you to cum inside me, remember?”

Yeah, I remember. I also remember your warm-up blow job was feeble at best, and lasted almost a minute and a half. I was just so excited to have you in my bed that I didn’t mind it at the time.

She was now dressed. She stopped and looked at me, a little pleadingly, I thought.

A selfish lover. So many times it’s the great-looking women who are just marginal in bed. I guess they figure their looks are good enough, we men should be grateful just to be with them at all.

“Don’t call me,” I said. She left in a huff.

People should just have signs around their neck. “I suck at blowjobs.” “I don’t do Anal.” “I won’t lick pussy.” It would save us all a lot of trouble in the long run.

I was rather disappointed. We had talked of taking next week off and going to my mountain cabin. Spending a week with her in a cabin, screwing, hiking, fucking, skinny dipping, boffing this beautiful woman. Maybe I could still call her and–

No! Bad! Snap out of it! Who needs a selfish beauty?

Right. I’ll go anyway. By myself.

I packed up my Jeep with a bunch of gear and headed north out of Phoenix, up to Colorado. No, I’m not telling you where it is, exactly. I don’t need a bunch of you people showing up here, especially after all that’s happened.

It’s not so much a cabin, anymore, as it is a castle.

It’s a cooperative venture between myself and three of my high school buddies. One of them, David, had this land above a small town. We decided it would make a cool getaway. So we built a small cabin and took turns using it on weekends. We each contributed a certain amount of money each month for improvements and such. After 15 years, it’s pretty fricking awesome. The original cabin is gone. Instead, the place looks like a nice southwestern adobe house. It’s rather deceptive, though, as the walls are 3 feet of steel, brick, dirt, and adobe. The windows are merely decorative; they conceal ‘ports’ that are great for shooting out of. Yeah, it’s kind of a castle.

Add to that we’ve got a partially submerged and hidden storage area where we’ve got 3 40′ containers of food, clothing, supplies, weapons, ammo. Then, in the garage, we’ve got a Unimog (crazy, go anywhere Euro-truck built by Mercedes) two 4-seater Rhinos, a two seater Razr, and a few motorcycles. I don’t ride the bikes, though; too uncoordinated.

The house/castle sleeps 8 comfortably, but you could squeeze in 12 or even more in a pinch. We made it for each of us 4, plus 1 each, for 8. Then, one of my buddies had a baby. Uh oh. If we all have babies, there won’t be any room. So we laid the foundation for another castle just a few feet away. Should take a year or two to finish.

We weren’t exactly paranoid, we just weren’t convinced that the world would keep going along on its merry way.

Turns out, we were right.

I was the “Information Officer” of our group. Meaning, I built us a network with satellite access to the ‘net. I had redundant servers and spare parts to last for years and years. Part of my job was to download stuff, information. So I downloaded Youtube videos of how to make diesel fuel, tutorials on farming, articles on gunsmithing, calf-birthing, goat milking, books on making whiskey, plus I ripped thousands of movies and stored them, too. We had a pretty good encyclopedia of knowledge and entertainment going. Oh yeah. And porn. I downloaded lot of porn. Videos and stories. Guys gotta have fun, you know? It ain’t all doom and gloom.

So I went up the Saturday after Claire. I got the solar panels out and set them up. Got out the windmills, checked the batteries, checked the fuel levels, checked our water tanks… basically made the place livable.

I was fishing in the creek, I had nabbed a trout already, when my cell phone went off. It was David, one of my cabin buddies. He was in New York.

“Dude!” he exclaimed. “It’s on! Code Zebra !! It’s really on!”

“Uh, what’s on?” We had code words for disasters. But I had forgotten what this one was.

“Zombies man! It’s on!”

“Right! I just caught a trout who’s kind of a zombie. I thought it was dead but then it flopped around–”

“No I’m serious! Go check the site, man!”

So I assured him I would check it out. Reluctantly, I put the nearly dead fish back in the creek, packed up my gear and strolled back to the cabin. I flipped on the browser to our favorite prepper site.

There was ONE Story about a guy eating another guy. I mean, Dahmer did more than that. Then there was some guy in Florida a couple years ago doing that. That’s not exactly a Zombie Apocalypse. I called David back.

“Dude, I’m giving you the big ‘So what’ on this one!”

“No Michael. I know this guy. A doctor. He said he saw a guy at the hospital rise up after a heart attack. He bit like three nurses and orderlies. The media passed it off as a crazed lunatic.”

“Alright, stand by.” I found the news stories about that, it was like he said. Nutjob on a rampage.

“Yeah,” said David. “The media is covering it up. I know. It’s only one thing. But the guy is my doctor. It’s on. I’m telling you. I’m sounding the alarm.”

“Well, I’m already here, so hurry the fuck up.”

We hung up and I thought about it for awhile. Zombies. If that’s true, I’ll need more of my guns. Here at the cabin, I’ve got only got my required AR-15 and Glock 21, two of each. One was for my wife, now ex. (We decided to have standardized guns for parts etc. So, we had 8 AR-15s and 8 Glocks stored.) That’s fine, but I want my 1911, my other AR with the fancy scope, my Howa 308, my Benelli shotgun, my other pistols, and more ammo, and some other crap. And, night as well get as much food as I can while the store’s are still open.

I’ve got time, right? It’s only 20 hours round-trip. I got going.

So I locked up the place, loaded up the AR and my Glock and a few hundred rounds for each, and took off for home.

On the way, a story came on the radio of a different crazed man on a rampage who attacked three people at a mortuary in Denver. I pushed the Jeep’s gas pedal a little more.