Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) (4 page)

Adding the garment to the growing pile, his hard, but smooth
fingers stroked over her stomach, and up along to the sides of her
breasts, cupping and squeezing them through her bra, the tips of his
digits pressed into her breasts. "No hun," he said, "they
ain’t humans anymore," and despite the grim topic, she
could feel his manhood respond to her through his thick black pants.
"They’re what becomes of a human after that shit they
pumped into us ten years ago goes wrong," he explained.

She clearly didn’t get it, but her fingers worked against
the button of his pants regardless, "Well maybe if they don’t
steal, then the thief was fine." Her palm moved down, over his
clothed cock and rubbed against him, even as she worked the zipper
down. The feel of it through his clothes delighted her, that heavy,
firm bulge pressing into her hand, so constrained and delightful. The
familiar motions brought back pleasant memories of illicit rendezvous
with so many different faces, all so enjoyable in their own way.

Even though she’d never had sex, she was amazing at doing
everything but. After all, she’d spent years practicing. As her
eyes turned up to his, her lips curled into a smile.

Still swelling to his full size, the man was surprisingly big. She
could feel the heat of that large organ pressing against her palm,
and knew by the time it was done growing it’d be a hefty cock
to blow away the ones she’d jerked off and sucked in the
bunker.

For his part, his hands slipped around to her back and deftly
undid the bra, "They don’t work with anyone but other
Viles, and the Passives they enslave," he said, tossing the
garment away. Even as she pulled free his organ, the thick, well
curved shaft so thick and heavy, he said, "There’s the
Viles, who went nuts and kill, the Passives, who do whatever anyone
tells ‘em, then... there’s us," he said, cupping her
tits.

She was so heavy in his hands, that perfect curve and weight, the
pink little nipples topping the breasts, still so perky from youth,
despite their size. She shifted even nearer to him as she began to
stroke him, and he could feel her body warm against his, both
literally and figuratively. A heat ran under her skin and she seemed
so much more at ease and relaxed than just moments prior. Her grip
was firm and steady, and her brown eyes stayed on his, "Let me
know what you like."

He gave an approving little groan as her hand began to pump his
cock so expertly. It was obvious she had experience; women didn’t
usually know how to jack a man off well, but this one...

Feeling out her heavy tit flesh, his own hands coaxed such
pleasant feelings from them, teasing her pink little nipples as he
leaned in and gave her neck a kiss beneath her ear. "Drop the
pants and bend over the table," he commanded quietly, his cock
already oozing precum onto her fingers as she pumped him. It’d
been a long time for him, she was right.

It wasn’t how she expected her first time, but then, she
wouldn’t have expected the order to bring such a burning hot
delight to her body. Despite her feisty nature, it brought something
out in her that seemed only too excited to emerge, and even though
she never let him go as her fingers worked her own button and zipper,
pulling down her jeans and her panties rather unceremoniously, she
moved into position.

She could feel her body tense and release, excitement spilling
through her as she wondered if it would hurt. If it would feel good.
If this was what she wanted. Reluctantly she let his cock fall from
her adept hand as she braced both arms on the table, her breasts
pressing into the protective jacket beneath.

His own pants undone and tugged down just past his hips, the
neatly trimmed patch of light hair above his magnificent and large
cock was on display. He slipped around her, his hands never leaving
her flesh, feeling out her smooth, perfectly unblemished skin along
to her hips and ass.

She felt his heated cock brush against an ass cheek, but then
something changed. Instead of him lining up to plunge in, he bent his
knees and she felt his hands pry her cheeks apart. The next feeling
was of his moist tongue lapping along her slit, the tall, dark man
giving a little moan of delight at her clean, feminine taste as he
teased her clit.

She gasped as she felt his wet muscle working against her, and her
entire body flushed warm with the sensation. She couldn’t
suppress the loud moan, and she pushed herself up on tiptoes to allow
him a more comfortable position.

"Aw fuck," she murmured, her head dipping low as her
fingers grasped onto the jacket, the strain turning her knuckles
white. Her body burned with her own desire, the wrongness of the
situation and the stress of the day. She felt so worked up, and as he
lashed her sweet nub, she could feel it rock her right to the core.

As much as he seemed quite adept at pleasuring her with his
tongue, there was something about the way he moaned and licked at her
so vigorously that seemed to hint he was just enjoying himself.
Immensely.

The whipping lashes of his tongue coaxed her own fires up high,
but they didn’t go on forever. The well-hung man rose back up
to his full height behind her, dick in hand, as he kept her cheeks
spread. Nudging the bulging crown against her virginal slit, he spoke
to her with his smooth voice a bit gruffer than before, "Love
the smell of a nice, ripe cunt."

She cried out in frustration, feeling so close to the brink yet so
far away, and she glanced over her shoulder at him as if to plead
before she felt the thick, smooth head rub against her. All sense was
lost as her legs parted, her toes pushing her up higher, her torso
pressing against the table. She felt weak, and tired, yet the
excitement he’d awoken in her would not rest.

"Be gentle," she managed out, sucking in a breath and
smelling the scent of their sex commingling in the air.

Jarago gave a wry smile to her plea, but nodded, "Alright,"
he said. She could tell he was surprised by her request, though only
seemed willing to give her what she wanted.

When the entry came it was, as he’d just promised, gentle.
The bulbous, well-shaped crown of his impressive cock pressed plushly
against her petals, parting them as he lodged himself inside just
barely. Placing his two hands upon her hips, he gave a bit of a push
more, only placing an inch or two of his length within but groaning
from the slick squeeze, "Don’t be afraid," he urged
smoothly.

She was so wet, yet so tight. His cunninglingus had helped warm
her to the experience, though, and at his words she felt her body
obey, the tension leaving her shoulders and back as her breathing
became more constrained.

It didn’t hurt, not really. It felt strange and wonderful,
but it didn’t hurt. Her legs trembled as they struggled to keep
her aloft, and she tried to part them further, finding the jeans to
be holding her locked in place.

Over six feet high, he bent over her as he slid his length deeper
into her quim. True to his word, he was gentle, though as tight and
untrodden as her cunt was, and as thick as his girth got with each
throb of desire, it was still not exactly an easy entry.

With his fingers dug into her ass and hips, he groaned a little as
he lodged himself to her depths, snugly pressed to the very limits of
her sex. "Damn," he cursed, his dick swelling with
repressed desire. "I think I might even believe this is your
first time," he said in a breathy voice, laced with longing.

"Yea," she breathed, her head dipping down as she felt
his thickness throb within her. It was such a full, strange feeling,
yet so pleasant at the same time. He was warm, and the sensation was
almost comforting. She could feel his thighs lined up against hers,
his hips pressing into the round curve of her ass, and she squirmed
against him.

Shallow breaths and little sighs escaped from her as she felt so
alive. So terrifically alive. Every sensation seemed more real, more
tangible, more pleasurable, and she pushed back against him.

He didn’t start on her right away, instead he bent down over
her, curling his arms in under hers and kissed her shoulder blade,
her spine, nuzzling her skin and hair as his cock twitched and
throbbed inside her so eagerly. "You sold it cheap," he
said in a groaning voice, then, bent over her as he was, began to
pull his length from her slowly, "but you sold it to the right
man, and that’s what counts most."

With a low groan he pushed back into her, beginning to fuck the
busty nineteen year old slowly.

She groaned at his words, and it sounded like she was going to
bite back something at him until another moan stole her voice. Her
entire body felt so hot, and she could swear she felt herself slicken
at his cruel assessment of her values. She didn’t want to sell
it to anyone!

Nudging her hair out of the way, he kissed and suckled at her neck
as his hips slowly pistoned into her. Gentle, the motions were
pleasant, and he brought his hands beneath her, cupping her tits and
squeezing them as the sound of his heavy balls slapping against her
clit began to rise as his pace slowly rose.

Jarago was an excellent lover, and not because his dick was so
big. Despite the slow pace he managed to strike into her at a
pleasant angle, and he used his hands and mouth to such great effect
upon her flesh. Titillating and provoking her nerves constantly.

She couldn’t do much more than try to stay aloft, fighting
against her body’s desire to just collapse into a frantic state
of sensations. Everything sang his praises, and her mind became
hazier and hazier, replacing her anger with bursts of longing.
Longing for him to go faster, to go slower, to envelope her
completely. Her body was needy for him in a way she’d never
experienced before, and her stomach churned with excitement.

Kissing, suckling and nibbling alternately upon her neck, the
sound of his husky groans in her ear were so pleasant, another
masculine sign of the man who was claiming her virginity so fully.
His pace had quickened, but not to the degree part of her wished; he
was still heeding her desire to be gentle, it seemed, though it
didn’t impede his pleasure.

As Jarago’s balls tightened against him, she could hear his
voice catch a little in his huffs and his body go stiff as his member
went rigid, swelling within. His release was impending, and he still
kept it going, drawing out the moment as long as he could.

She was familiar with the way a man’s body reacts to that
ultimate moment, the pleasant stiffening and bucking that rewarded
her for a job well done. She had made a game out of it to see how
quick she could get them to this delicious point, and she always
watched their faces with awe. She tried to turn to look at his, to
mentally store it away with the others, but instead he found a new
place on her neck that caused her eyes to flutter shut and for her
nipples to harden further against his groping hands.

His release was intense. Inside her tight quim he bucked harder
than he’d ever let himself thrust in her with his attempts at
gentleness, his body taking over with its automatic response. With a
lewd groan that reverberated in the metal filled room, he expanded
with his release, cock swelling as it lanced its rich seed into her
so deeply.

Jarago bit down upon her neck a little as he emptied himself into
her, his nude chest pressed against her bare back as he unleashed his
entire load to the last.

Her skin prickled with the hard sensation, the feel of the erratic
thrust giving her that same pleasure as men’s orgasms had back
in the bunker. This time, though, it seemed more intense. More
rewarding as he struck against her, sending shocks through her body.

"Fuck!" she cursed, her entire nervous system attentive
and teased to full attention.

As the twitching of his release subsided to the dull throbs of his
post-coital cock, he squeezed her in his arms and kissed her neck.
"You’ll do well," he said in an approving, smooth
tone of voice, that sounded very complimentary, his smooth jaw line
brushing against her neck and cheek.

Her head stooped as she felt her body so near to that pivotal
point and so resistant to being sent toppling over it. Even with her
excitement and desire, how wet her little pussy was, and how long she
had waited for this moment, her body resisted her need to cum. Even
as her finger went between her thighs, rubbing slickly over that
pulsing bundle of nerves, she only felt herself climb higher.

Jarago ground his cock into the sloppy cum laden mess of her cunt,
his hands teasing her teats, provoking her breasts to higher pleasure
as he licked along her neck and suckled her lobe. "C’mon,"
he coaxed, knowing what she was trying to get out of herself, "cum
for me. I wanna feel you gush around my dick," he said into her
ear in a lewd, harsher post-coital voice.

She felt her anger rise at his demanding tone, until she felt
something much more all-encompassing crash through her. That stubborn
pleasure washed through her body, leaving her shivering and
thoughtless as she pressed back against him, her dainty fingers never
stopping their fast, flicking action. Her breathing was so hard and
her nipples felt almost impossibly tight as she felt them strain
against his rough fingers.

Cramming his still turgid dick into her, he gave a satisfied
‘ahhh’ as he felt her warm rush of fluid announce her
release upon his shaft. "That a girl," he commended,
letting her ride out her release as he ground himself against her,
letting his hands lavish in the supple feel of her large breasts.

When finally she slumped against him, her feet relaxing from her
tiptoed position, she felt exhaustion follow in her orgasmic wake.
The room stank of sex, but her mind was pleasantly, thankfully
silent. She drew in long, deep breaths as she relaxed her head
against the jacket, her breasts pinning his hands to the table under
their heavy weight.