Post Ferrum

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona hefted the duffle bag lightly, positioning it upon her shoulder with her hand wrapped tightly about the handles. She snatched up her table leg, the only viable weapon at her disposal, and held it at her side as she glance the tall, dark skinned woman a causal glance for just a moment. Now that she was fully clothed, Fiona felt a surge of confidence she hadn't felt in ages. If anything she seemed to settle down a bit, that defensive nature dropping in regards to the two men. It was a mental shift, at least, now she felt they had more of an advantage over the two if they wanted to try and pull one over on them.

“No problems. I'm sure we'll be together until we can sort some things out,” Fiona retorted to the other as she gave them men another stern glance. Just what they could sort out she didn't say, nor did the woman really know. The next step seemed more like a leap, even then she didn't have a clear goal. The most obvious goal would be to find whatever remained of the government, the army, something, anything. Of course that was a far reaching goal, one she was not likely to accomplish any time soon, if what they were all saying was true. It wasn't until Tina mentioned food that Fiona felt a pang of hunger in her stomach, silently she offered a nod of agreement. She had lofty goals and intentions but things were bound to be difficult, basic survival needs would have to be established first and foremost. It was almost amusing the way they spoke about the men, as if they weren't a few feet from them. Fiona took in Tina's words and couldn't find any room to argue.

Dave seemed a little too quick to agree, inviting the women into his camp. Those slender brows furrowed slowly above Fiona's hazel gaze as she took a step closer and pointed her improvised club at Mark.

“Is it just you two?” Fiona asked pointedly, her gaze leveling upon Dave as he offered that wide smile. She approached closer, content that whatever the man could do she had the upper hand in the situation.

The elbow nudged Mark from his daze, well, his eyes were locked rather intently upon that sculpted frame of Tina's. He wasn't sure how that skintight attire made her sexier, but it did. He let out a gasp, almost a squeak before he adjusted himself and offered a stout nod.

“O-of course! Two fine ladies such as yourself would make a welcome addition.” He said and offered his own smile, only to peak at Tina from the corner of his eye.

Fiona couldn't help but grimace at their eagerness, slowly she tilted her head in Tina's direction before she asked, “You didn't find any handcuffs did you?”

 

[Cherubian]

"Handcuffs? As in steel handcuffs? I'd be really surprised if she had found some of those..."

To their surprise that answer did not come from Tina, who was still pondering the question and checking her memory for a possible positive answer, but rather was blurted out by Dave, almost triumphantly so. Again there was that expression of almost childlike excitement on his face, any thought that he might be in a serious predicament completely absent from him.

"No, I have not, he is right" Tina conceded, clearly irritated by their prisoners unexpected behavior, as evidenced in the slight furrowing of her brow and the indecisive fidgeting of her empty hand. Partaking in the men's provisions, however, seemed like a rather good idea. If those two considered something edible and harmless, it likely was. Unless it was just the bait for a bigger trap. They would definitely have to be cautious. "But I think we should accept their offer" she therefore added, this one addressed towards Fiona.

"It's settled then, you are our guests tonight. I am really looking forward to that." Dave now veritably beamed at the two sexy women gracing his field of vision. That hot redhead was quite sexy even when she was angry – as long as she did not maltreat his knee, or some other part of his – and the memory of how she had felt around him morphed into an however unrealistic desire to relive that experience. Somewhat in denial of the current situation he therefore did his best to put his charm on, sitting completely upright and straight backed now, his whole body language eager for a positive response. That, or he was a damn good actor.

However ... watching the two girls ... they had not gotten his point with the handcuffs. Again that euphoric surge of having an angle of superiority on them set in. "You really don't know, do you? Well, how should you ..."

"Know what?" Tina's voice was sharp as her gaze was fixated on the younger man.

Luxuriously, casually, Dave leaned back against the wall, one lower arm leisurely draped over a rising knee, as he savored that moment. "Have you not wondered yet how exactly the world has gone to hell?"

 

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona couldn't resist the urge to club the man over the head, if for nothing more than giving her that look. They could have easily subdued the men further, left them bound and gagged perhaps and made their escape. But the idea of food was one they couldn't pass by so easily, but there was more it it than simple hunger. If need be Fiona didn't doubt she could find sustenance, after all, she was trained for survival even in the harshest of conditions. But all that training was for not if she had no idea what type of environment she was stepping out into. She needed more information and what better way to it than from the natives?

Fiona couldn't help but feel that these men were indeed a different species, human but not her own kind, something changed perhaps evolved (though she thought more along the lines of devolved). For all Dave's reactions it was hard to deny he seemed more thrilled about the time they came from. With a snort Fiona brandished her makeshift club in Dave's direction and made the gesture to rise.

“I'm sure you're dying to tell us. But walk and talk. You and fatty on your feet. Be a gentleman and lead the way,but keep your hands where we can see them.” Fiona was tired of this place, of the dust and the pods and the dead things inside. The more she thought about it the more she wanted to know, wanted to see for herself what the world looked like. If it was a trap they had little choice in the matter, she wasn't going to live in this hole like a rat and wait. At least she could learn a little about this new world as they went. Silently Fiona turned her attention to Tina and gave her a subtle nod in the men's direction. Not that she needed to, the tall, amazonesque woman seemed a little perturbed herself, hopefully her training hadn't been forgotten. Though the more Fiona thought about it the more she couldn't really remember what training Tina had, if any. Their interactions had been limited, but at the moment Tina was all that she had. If Fiona had any faith she put it in the other woman, so far she hadn't let her down.

 

[Cherubian]

As if on cue Tina lifted the axe that had been dangling at her side to fold it with both hands, a subtle reminder for the two men at who was giving orders now, and added in a little nod for emphasis to support the order Fiona had given. There was no use in delaying this departure any further, and the pangs that had started in her abdomen also reminded her that some food intake soon would be appreciated. So far Fiona was handling this rather well, and Tina had no objections to let her continue to take the lead. The other’s more expansive experience made her the natural candidate for that.

“As you wish , sw …” Dave reigned himself in at the last moment, thinking better of pushing things too far. They had been looking for treasure down here, and a very special treasure they had found. Unfortunately the sort of treasure that now was calling the shots, and knew how to viciously swing a metal bar. Despite all his enthusiasm he was well aware of that last fact as he pushed himself up and tentatively tested his maligned leg. There was still pain every time weight was shifted on that knee, but it was bearable enough to let him walk, albeit with a limp. Mark behind him produced such an abundance of huffing and groaning sounds as he struggled to get up, one could almost think he was the one beaten up badly.

“Well…” Dave began as he lurched towards the room’s exit and began traversing the debris beyond retracing the same path they had used during their initial approach, carefully climbing over the bigger obstacles, occasionally wincing when his knee was strained in a wrong angle.

“I still remember when I was a kid there were these stories of the apocalypse … ouch! … Nuclear winter, third world war, what have you …” He bent low to duck under a dropped beam that was half blocking their passage “turns out the end of the world was not quite like that… “ Briefly his face turned at the two girls past him with a smile, like a stage performer clearly enjoying the attention he was getting, before he refocused on the way ahead and continued.

“We don’t know who did it. Some blame the Russians, some the Chinese … and they likely blame us … but some ten years ago almost overnight metal began to disappear. Or rather rust. Really fast. And complete.” They were close to the elevator shaft, which now really was just that, an empty hollow shaft, no cables, support beams or cabin inside. Dave was heading for the staircase next to it and slowly beginning to climb, the pain in his leg obviously keeping him from faster pace.

“Can you imagine that? A world without metal? Without any metal? Going poof just like that? Havoc, everything broke down … literally …” His tone was more serious as he climbed stair after stair, memories of that time coming back to him, the scrounging for food, the brutal fighting over it, the loss of his parents. Temporarily his mood darkened, the cheerful excitement suppressed.

“But of course we adapted. Those that survived…” Beyond the next bend in the staircase the dim light that had been filtering down from above grew significantly brighter, and looking up a patch of blue sky was visible. The first sky Tina had seen in a long time, and the black woman took a deep breath. Half a bend later, and they were finally on ground level, slowly stepping out of the hole in the floor. Whatever structure had covered the descent previously was gone, bringing them to the surface on something like a clearing, maybe thirty yards across, surrounded by tall trees. The concrete that had been the foundation of the surface structure, as well as the tar of the parking lot and the road leading off through the one gap in the plant curtain were still there, but nature had done a good job in the last decade reclaiming both, vegetation sprouting through cracks in the stone in a myriad of places.

“Of course it’s different now” Dave concluded, halting for a moment and looking around “tech is almost entirely gone. Most are back to farming. Others …” he paused for a moment “… search for treasures of the past. That table leg you’re clutching” he pointed towards Fiona’s improvised weapon “is worth a small fortune, not to mention your buddy’s axe.”

He extended his arm to some random point between two tree trunks. “Our camp is in that direction.”

 

[HotKittygirl]

Those hazel orbs narrowed as Dave began, though he quickly caught himself and thought better of it. She watched him rise and test out his knee, he was going to walk with a limp for awhile, tomorrow would be worse but it wouldn't leave any permanent damage. He should consider himself lucky, Fiona was more apt at taking down targets swiftly and efficiently than subduing them. Still, her hand tightened upon the makeshift club instinctively as the men gathered themselves to their feet, the fat one huffing and puffing like he was climbing a hill. As they moved it seemed almost comical now, that they were so concerned about the two. Between Tina and herself, these two were bumbling fools lacking in both equipment and training.

Still, Fiona kept her distance between the two as Dave led them out of the pod room and into the ruined hallway. It was the first time Fiona saw the disaster that was the rest of the facility; ruins was an apt term to describe them now. Despite it all, her brain had managed to somehow suppress the sense of loss and anxiety over their new found situation, but as Dave so causally picked his way through the detritus Fiona couldn't help the uncomfortable knot that began to grow in her stomach. Instead of focusing upon that, she instead listened to what Dave was saying and took it all in with a discerning ear. It was a fantastical tale, something right out of a science fiction novel. It was almost comical in a way, so many people expected the end of the world, some kind of massive explosion, a plague, something that would wipe out human existance. No doubt with the absence of metal things turned bad quickly, while it wasn't exactly a nuclear bomb, the effects were probably more debilitating. A million questions sprung up in Fiona's mind as Dave continued, who really could have the capability to do this? What happened to the government, society in general?

The words almost spilled past her lips, that was until they emerged into the stairwell and the hint of natural light peaked out from above. There was little doubt that neither man had an suitable answers for the real questions that plagued Fiona. Dave himself was too young to remember anything of importance and the fat one was just a worthless pile of blubber in her mind.

Mark, meanwhile, huffed and puffed as they went. The stairs got him panting all over again and he was thankful that Dave loved to hear himself talk; otherwise the story would have never been told. A thin sheen of perspiration already dotted his brow as they emerged from the hole in the ground and into the open air. He savored the light breeze as his hands came to rest upon his girthy sides.

“It's not like that stuff is being used,” Mark interjected quickly, as the focus came to the metal objects the women were carrying. “A man's gotta eat.”

“I think you ate enough for all three of us,” Fiona commented offhandedly, her hazel gaze falling to the metallic table leg in her free hand. It was nothing but a hunk of metal, a leg to a worthless machine that no one alive probably even knew how to use. The thought that such a thing was worth anything to anyone was laughable. Still, with one look around it was obvious things were drastically different. The grass was tall and wild all around them, even the air smelled different. She couldn't help but take a moment to savor it, the feeling of that gentle breeze, the ambient sounds of nature. Even the sunlight, bright and warm was a welcome sensation. She was happy to be out of that hole, not once did she give the gaping maw of darkness another look as she stepped away and her boots crunched on the cracked concrete.

“So you two are just some small time thieves, huh? How's business?” Fiona asked as she swung the metal table leg idly in her grasp. The sarcasm in her tone couldn't be denied. The more time she spent above ground the more she felt comfortable in her assumption these two were less than she originally thought.

Mark stammered lightly, running one hand through his thinning hair as his gaze shifted between the two women and then finally to mark.

“I wouldn't call it thieving. After all, no body is left to claim ownership of this stuff. It's just going to waste down there...like you two,” He couldn't help but add, even as his eyes fell upon the dark beauty in her skintight attire. Despite it all he still felt a rush at the sight of her and a tingling in his loins.

 

[Cherubian]

“Exactly...” Dave piqued in, far less embarrassed by Fiona’s accusation. “If anything, we are treasure hunters. Just like Indian John.” He added, proud to have been able to provide a pre apocalyptic reference from his childhood that those two lovely ladies sure would understand. “And the people of today sure are happy about the stuff we bring them…”

“Maybe we can discuss this at your camp?” Tina spoke up. She had been out on the surface before, on a few occasions, but this was nothing like what she remembered. Back then the installation had been neat and orderly, surrounded by clean cut grass and a running track back there where now a veritable wilderness of bushes and shrubs thrived. For someone like her, whose prior life had gone along a narrow, clearly defined path, such a fundamental change was even more daunting. She had overcome the first shock of the collapse downstairs, though, which allowed her to hide her troubles behind a cool facade – mostly.

“Sure, that way” Dave gestured and began to limp towards the trees in the indicated direction. “Should be no more than ten minutes …”

~*~​

In the end it was closer to twenty. Dave apparently had underestimated by how much his injured knee slowed him down, and generally their pace was reduced by the women’s desire to keep their captives on a tight leash. Tina by now felt completely lost under the rustling tree canopy overhead, one trunk looking like the other to her, all sense of orientation lost. Long since she had abandoned all planning beyond the next step, reaching that proclaimed camp turning into the single and primary goal, and consequently she watched Dave and Mark intently, trying her best to be prepared for any shenanigans the two might pull now that they had gotten her and Fiona into unfamiliar territory.

That overly cautious approach, however, seemed unnecessary as apparently the two, in particular Dave, seemed more than happy to enjoy that newfound company for a bit longer, several times trying to strike up light hearted small talk with Fiona. And then, almost out of nowhere, he proclaimed “We are there”.

Indeed, the trees parted into what with a lot of goodwill could be described as a small clearing. Most notably on the opposite side was the front of a small wooden hut, apparently long abandoned. And as promised, there on the roofed over porch, stood two large backpacks, filled to the brim. In the middle of the clearing loosely arranged stones encircled the remains of an extinguished campfire.

“And now allow me to prepare the promised dinner” Dave exclaimed with a smile as he hobbled over to their luggage, only to be immediately cut short by Tina “I will check those!” Her paranoia, slowly nourished in the dark forest behind them, had broken to the forefront. Who knew what else they stored in there. Weapons maybe?

“Be my guest…” Dave lifted his hands, palms facing the girls, in a gesture of surrender as he stepped back and watched Tina to close in and kneel down next to the bag, only to comment “That one’s Mark’s. He’s mostly responsible for the food…” with a sly grin.

Keeping an eye on the two Tina carefully placed the axe onto the ground next to her and her long dark fingers quickly undid the latches to finally pull the backpack open and to find … a huge assortment of Tupperware boxes. Her eyebrow arched at the sight of pink and yellow and bright green plastic greeting her eyes, scratched in some places but mostly in very good condition. As she began to lift the first of them out of the bag and checking their contents Dave could not resist to remark at the sight of her surprise “I know, we look like two house wives now, but that stuff is really practical. Was Mark’s idea …” shifting the blame to his buddy.

Indeed the boxes contained fresh bread, some sort of cheese, some dried meat, sausages, even a few pieces of cake, all still apparently very edible and even tasty by the smell it exuded. Planting them neatly next to each other on the wooden tiles she finally extracted a deep green large but rather flat and surprisingly heavy box.

Mark’s embarrassed smile at the sight of it was lost to her as she pried it open. And to her surprise the contents were not edible, but instead the container was filled to the brim with neatly folded magazines, yellowed in places but obviously handled with great care. And not the usual kind as she soon learned thumbing through the first one. All the paper showed were men and women, mostly undressed, engaged in various acts of copulation. Whatever text was present was insignificant at best, and Tina briefly looked up from the leaflet in her grip at its owner, clearly puzzled why he would carry around such with him.

 

[HotKittygirl]

“I think you mean...Indiana Jones,” Fiona was quick to point out as they strode through the foliage and into the woods deeper. It was slow going, Dave limped the way there on his gimp leg for at least twenty minutes before they emerged into the small clearing. Fiona kept her calm as they went, after the time spent underground it felt good to be out in the cool air and in the shade of real trees. She had always enjoyed the outdoors, camping and fishing had always been a family activity; the very thought though made her heart ache at the thoughts of her parents. They had been old when she went into the service, the very thought of what would happen to two elderly people in the ensuing chaos of a world without metal...well...

Luckily there was more to focus on then her thoughts, the clearing was small with a wooden hut of indecipherable age that the two men obviously used as their base camp. From the way they had their gear just sitting on the porch spoke volumes to Fiona; they obviously weren't expecting any unwelcome guests to leave things like food so out in the open and unattended. Before she could get off a word Tina's paranoia got the better of her, for a moment Fiona wasn't sure she wouldn't take a swing with that ax of hers. Fiona kept her distance as she let her hazel gaze drift about the clearing in its entirety. She took in the scene fully, the hut, the surrounding trees, any signs of trails and foot prints if there were any. The metal tableleg was beginning to become a burden in her grasp, after all it wasn't made for use as a weapon and her grip on it was suspect at best. The constant turning in her grasp was beginning to rub against the palms of her hands, something they hadn't done in a very long time.

The contents of the bag were a surprise, the very idea of Tupperware was almost silly, Fiona found herself scoffing at it, of course she couldn't really grasp the idea that the world was bereft of much of its metal. Still, the sight of it made her stomach rumble, with each passing moment she was realizing just how hungry she really was. Slowly Fiona approached, letting the metal bar dangle at her side as those hazel orbs flickered over the contents as Tina revealed them one by one. It wasn't until she came to stand nearby that she saw the last box that Tina had retrieved, something that obviously did not contain food. Instead they found paper, the realization of just what it was caused Fiona to laugh out loud, a sharp, high guffaw that shook her shoulders. A light appeared in those hazel depths and she couldn't help the smirk that drifted out over her lips.

“I think we found his fap box. How many knuckle children did you shoot off to that?” Fiona took a step forward and snatched the bit of paper from Tina's grasp and held it up to the light.

“I bet they don't make them like this anymore,” Fiona commented as she let her eyes trail over the scene depicted on the paper, amorous couples in varying stages of undress. “You keep these for the articles, right?” She asked, much to the chargrin of the portly old man who looked clearly uncomfortable with the sudden turn of events.

 

[Cherubian]

Dave had some trouble hiding his bemused smile at that unexpected development. He should have seen it coming, but for a moment he had forgotten what else Mark kept in his backpack besides food. Of course he had learned of Mark’s pastime a while ago, and he was tempted to join in the ridiculing, albeit in a more good natured way than that fierce red head. Not only as a continuation of the playful fibbing that had gone on between the two of them for forever, but also because the pictures put on display woke the memories of what had happened not too long ago in that installation from another age, and the thought made his loins stir. Joining in might put her on the redhead’s good side, and if he was very lucky get him a repeat encounter down the line – he’d even take another hit to the knee if that was what it took to once more bury himself inside that hot body – but in the end he stayed quiet. Despite appearances to the contrary Mark had been a trusty partner that did not deserve such vitriol.

A similar notion formed within Tina. She also could not quite comprehend why Fiona was so overly aggressive. Like most things carnal her knowledge in this area was academic, but it was enough to get the colloquial hints her partner threw out there. She also remembered that the act of pleasuring oneself supposedly was looked down upon by society at large as an inferior substitute of the real act, but why this carried such negative connotations eluded her. Still curious and reaching out for another of the brochures she asked Mark “So you use these as a masturbation stimulant?”

Leafing through this one immediately caught her attention, as the tone was quite different from the soft and romantic first. Like the one picture that showed a woman with her hands tied together on a hook high up in the ceiling, her whole body stretched and barely able to stand on the tips of her toes, feet held apart by an iron bar. The man was standing behind her, his genital already penetrating her as his hands reached around and rudely groped her breasts. Or that next one, another woman kneeling on a sofa, her ass high up in the air and again in intimate contact with the hips of the man behind her, while her head was held down by a firm hand around her neck, pressing her cheek deep into the soft padding. And maybe the strangest aspect of it, the face of neither woman showed signs of discomfort, instead demonstrating rapt excitement lost in passion. They seemed to enjoy this, and to her surprise Tina also noticed a tingle in her loins just by studying the photographs, evoking memories of how Mark had taken her virginity.

Unsure about what to make of all this her eyes lifted from the paper and sought the portly man. Holding up the pictures for him to see she naively inquired “You find such a sight arousing?”

 

[HotKittygirl]

If anyone found the situation as funny as Fiona did, well, they were hiding it very well. The silence that accompanied her snide comments was heavy about her, though Fiona took it in stride. With a huff she shrugged her proud shoulders and glanced over them in Dave's direction.

“Enough chit chat. Let's get something going, huh?” She gestured towards the plastic containers before she took a step closer and grabbed a few with her free hand. The moments of suspicion were at an end it seemed, the nudity pictures had proven to be a great distraction and no doubt if someone was waiting to ambush them they would have by now.

Instead, Fiona's focus changed. While she enjoyed a good ribbing, Mark seemed more flustered and embarrassed than anything, Dave clammed up and Tina seemed as confused and curious about it as everything else. Why she found such mundane things so odd was beyond her, of course Fiona knew little of Tina's true nature. And besides, her stomach wouldn't stop grumbling, the longer they put off eating the more mean spirited Fiona would become.

“C'mon gimpy, let's get this shit started,” Fiona finally spoke to Dave, those hazel orbs settling upon his handsome face. Yeah he was handsome, but she still didn't trust him too much. Her hand reached out and she offered the few tupperware bowls to him with an expectant look on her beautiful face. If only she knew just what was going on inside that head of his.

Mark had a full body flush going on at this point, or at least it felt like it. The red head laughed and poked fun at him and for the moment Mark expected everyone else to join in. Really, who could resist it? To his surprise his partner kept a relatively straight face and Tina seemed more curious and ready to find out just what was going on than to laugh at him. While Fiona waved the picture around like there was some sort of shame attached to it, Tina seemed to look it over for what it was. Mark licked his dry lips and ran his hand over his fading hair once more.

“It sounds so...vulgar when you say it like that,” He said hurriedly as he found himself approaching as close to Tina as he had since he laid claim to her. At the moment she wasn't wielding an ax or looking quite as intimidating as before. The red head seemed distracted by food and Mark hoped Dave would keep her at bay until he could secure his collection. The look on Tina's face was a curious one, at least that was how Mark took it. It was then she held up a rather splendid picture of a man claiming a woman from behind, a position that Mark found rather tempting to behold. He couldn't help the flush that came to his cheeks as he coughed and offered a stout nod.

“Well...yeah...of course. That's what they are there for. Not much else to look at these days...at least not anywhere around here. It gets a might lonesome sometimes...a...a man has needs you know,” Mark began to explain himself, but really, what could he say? Of course, there was little judgment behind those pretty eyes of Tina's as they regarded him, for the moment he felt more comfortable than perhaps he should.

 

[Cherubian]

Dave managed to bring his lower arms up just in time to collect the boxes thrust into his direction and to keep them from dropping to the ground. Barely. “As mylady wishes” he grinned back insolently before lumbering over to the extinguished campfire and carefully placing the bowls onto the grass next to it. “We better get a fire going, though, that meat does not taste well when raw.” Pushing himself up straight he began to return to the hut.

“We should still have some firewood inside. As well as the necessary tools…” By now he had reached the empty doorframe and halted to look back over her shoulder as if he was waiting for Fiona to follow him. At the very least he did not want to anger the red haired woman by doing something that might be interpreted as an escape attempt. Plus, it might be nice in there if he was not alone. A faint hope, to be sure, and he had no idea how exactly to go about hitting on her considering the circumstances. But a man could dream…

Tina meanwhile looked up silently at Mark who by now was almost towering over her sitting form. Her hands had lowered themselves again, by now resting on her cross legged thighs, the leaflet discarded between them. Her thoughts were racing.

Acutely she once again remembered what the man had done to her in the pod room. And how wonderful it had felt. The first time her knowledge about intercourse was not merely theoretical. And sure, she was aware that there were variations in the way a man and a woman could copulate. On a theoretical level, again. The increasing stirring in her loins, new but already familiar, was a clear indicator that her body would like to add some practical experience to the mix, and thinking about it she found no good reason why she should not do so. Similarly to Fiona she had reached the conclusion that they should be safe here.

So she finally spoke to the big man again, clearly unsure which words to choose, how to put her unusual request. “So you see this only as a … substitute … and would rather … engage with another person … woman?” Well, so much was obvious, even for her, and in hindsight she felt a bit silly saying such.

“Would you maybe … want to repeat what we … did before? Or … a variant thereof?” Briefly her eyes lowered themselves to once again inspect the paper in her lap, before meeting Mark’s once more, openly curious and expectant.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Dave was all too willing to get things started, not that Fiona was surprised at all by it. For the moment all she could think of was filling her stomach, even as thoughts came and went through her mind ever few moments. It was hard to file them, get them in some sort of order and fashion, especially on an empty stomach going on a decade or two. Unconsciously she ran a hand over her stomach through her shirt, drawing the material tight against her modest swells. Those hazel orbs drifted about the exterior of the camp for a brief moment before they settled back upon the man known as Dave. Her lips pursed for but a moment before Fiona moved on instinct and drew up towards his side. She caught that glance as she approached; it was obvious now he had waited for her before he passed the threshold proper. With a light tilt of her head Fiona silently indicated that he could proceed, a somewhat impatient look settling upon that beautiful visage.

“Time’s a wastin’,” She muttered under her breath as she filed in behind him and entered the small dwelling that the men called home, if only temporarily. Her eyes narrowed slowly to take in the scene, the dimness wreaking havoc on her vision. They still weren’t use to such adjustments, inside looked like so much inky darkness with vaguely discernible shapes within. “You two sleep in here?”

Mark watched over the beautiful black goddess as she lowered her hands and seemed to absorb his words. She was a confusing creature, tall and slender, almost unnaturally endowed and yet she radiated some aura of power, or at least it felt like it to Mark. He never really thought himself the type to lust after a powerful woman, after all, nothing felt quite so good as dominating a pretty little thing till she squealed your name. But when he looked into those dark eyes, well, Mark couldn’t deny his pulse quickened and his breeches became just a little bit tighter. He listened intently to Tina’s words, offering a gentle nod like one would do when they politely listened. He half expected a joke, like the redhead’s response, but instead, he got something he didn’t really expect. That much was evident as he literally did a double take, his head nodding several times before it seemed to sink in. His thick brows arched above gray eyes before Mark felt another flush come to his cheeks. Instinctively he took another look around, as if he were expecting someone else to be watching. But by now Dave and Fiona were in the hut, all but vanished from the world.

“Wait…you mean…with you? Like…” As if he had to paint it out, thought the words seemed to help him come to grasp the situation more fully. He offered a blink, then another, before he swallowed heavily and took a step closer.

“Darlin’. Nothing in this shit tank of a world could compare to that moment. I want nothing more than to..” His gaze drifted unceremoniously down across that lush frame clad in skin tight spandex. He licked his lips once more before he took another tentative step closer. “But…your friend…well…she’s a little…high strung…” The last thing Mark wanted was a club to the knee or worse. But still…Tina dangled an awfully big apple in front of him, how could he resist?

 

[Cherubian]

“Only when it’s raining” Dave replied as he shambled into the small room following Fiona. “Otherwise we take our bags outside” Briefly a finger pointed into one corner, where two sleeping bags lay on the ground, sporting improvised sewed on leather latches where previously a zipper must have been. “And there’s the wood …” Stepping closer to the pile and awkwardly bowing down to begin picking up a few branches he added “If you help me, we’ll get to the eating sooner” while keeping his focus on the firewood. Once one arm was cradling as much as it could carry his free hand picked up a device that seemed to come right out of the middle ages, a wooden drill, with an attached bow for increased rotation speed. Under a single groan he got upright again, muttering “We have some matches, but keep ‘em for emergencies …” before beginning to return towards the door.

~*~​

“If you want to as well, then we shouldn’t wait any longer” Tina beamed at mark as she almost jumped to her feet right in front of Mark, the forgotten porn magazine sliding off her thighs and fluttering to the ground. Now that the agreement was made – at least in her mind – it felt almost as if a dam had broken, and she was clearly looking forward to the impeding repeat performance, even more so as she was curious what variations the old man had in store for her. The pictures she had seen came back briefly …

“Don’t worry about my friend …” her hands decisively gripped the hem of her shirt and vigorously pulled it up above her head, tossing it to the side and letting her massive breasts plop free under a mighty jiggle. Her nipples were apparently just as eager in anticipation as she was, sticking out thick and wide towards Mark. And they were enticingly close, less than a foot from touching his shirt.

“She seems a bit angry, but why should she care about what the two of us are doing …” getting out of her pants proved more troublesome. Pulling them down over her hips and her firm ass was not the problem, but getting them over her sneakers was. She had to pull up one foot, briefly hunching her upper body and hopping on a single leg while she pulled the garment past the footwear, only to repeat the process on the other side. While she did so she still kept her smile and her eyes on Mark, continuing her speech “… in particular if we both are having fun?”

Finally the pants joined the shirt and Tina stood upright once more, grinning down at Mark. “And we are going to have fun, won’t we?” Watching his unmoving frame, and how he stared back et her rather incredulous, she put her hands lightly onto her hip and added “So, how do we start?”

 

[HotKittygirl]

Those hazel orbs narrowed slightly as Fiona watched him bend over to retrieve a few pieces of wood. It wasn’t really his tone, actually Fiona didn’t really know what it was. After all, if there was going to be a trap, well, it would have been sprung by now, especially as they were separated and vulnerable. With a sigh Fiona offered a shrug of her proud shoulders and strode closer.

“Gotta do everything,” She muttered under her breath and took to a squat before the wood pile. Quietly and quickly she gathered the rest of the wood, what would be needed for a cooking fire and hefted them into her grasp as she rose back up to her feet just in time to see the curious object Dave retrieved. She almost belted out another huff of laughter at the sight of it. Still it was hard to grasp just what the world and crumbled into, Fiona’s mind was still too new.

“This will be fun,” She said dryly, her lips pursing as she made a sarcastic face and rolled her eyes before she strode back towards the simple entryway of the hut.


Tina’s quick movements caught Mark off guard, she had after all, offered him something he never thought he would obtain again. She gave him another bite of the apple, another lick of that brass ring, another chance to feel as close to Heaven as he would in this world. He visually tensed and almost took a full step back as Tina rose to her full, impressive height, a towering goddess of dark beauty. She spoke easily, almost eagerly as she reduced her tight fitting attire to nothing but a pile upon the porch within a few short moments. Mark felt his pulse quickening and the blood rushed to his loins, causing that member to stiffen and harden within its cloth prison. She put to rest his concerns regarding Fiona and her wrath rather easily. It took him a few moments to realize she was actually speaking to him, all too quickly Mark nodded furiously as a rather wide and almost sheepish grin split his fuzzy face.

“Fun? Oh yes…loads of it!” He said, perhaps a bit to enthusiastically, his hands were already moving over his frame as he tried to shed his rough clothing as quickly as Tina did. It took him more time, after all, his attire wasn’t two simple pieces. By the time he shed his breeches he was already red in the face and huffing loudly. His clothes were tossed onto the pile Tina had started, leaving him in nothing but his own torn and tattered shoes and a grin. By the time he was done disrobing he was already ragingly aroused, that thick shaft stood out before him tall and proud, arching out above his prominent girth of his stomach. He meet Tina’s dark gaze with his own, getting lost in those deep pools for a brief moment before he licked his lips once more and took a step closer. Almost tentatively his hands slid up and with palms out he cupped those heaving breasts, offering a gentle squeeze as the rough pads of his thumbs brushed out over her pert and achingly hard nipples.
“Well first…we should get you nice and wet. There’s many ways we can do that,” Mark said lowly, his fear all but forgotten as his gaze snapped out over Tina with a hungry light. Lust did things to a man’s mind; the price was easily worth it as he felt the silken skin against his hands. Oh yes they were going to have some fun…

 

[Cherubian]

"Fun?" Dave cocked an eyebrow as he looked back at Fiona "If things don't go well this" he lifted the fire making apparatus as he chuckled "will be more tedious than anything." With an almost sportive dynamic stride he stepped through the exit ... and his jaw dropped.

What he saw was completely unexpected: The naked profiles of that dark skinned beauty and his partner. Quite the contrast it was, toned firm flesh under silken skin on one side, and Mark's not quite so trained shape. And if that was not enough, his partners rock hard cock was poking towards her, his hands already busy with her tits ... and she smiled happily down at him.

Dave froze. A plethora of possible witty remarks urged to find heir way past his lips. Maybe an honest exclamation of his surprise, a snarky comment on how lucky the fat bastard was, or even crude words of further encouragement. In the end he stayed silent and watching.

Instinctively he felt the redhead coming up behind him, and whatever he said could be taken by her the wrong way, painfully so. Painfully for him. Which made him glad he had had the good sense to keep his mouth shut. It did not help, however, the tugging in his pants, which started to feel uncomfortably tight.

~*~​

Tina was not aware of the new arrival in the doorframe yet. Maybe some subconscious part of her amplified brain had registered his presence already but classified him as no thread and therefore refrained from putting her on alert. Which let her keep her full attention on the mad in front of her. And her wide smile on her face, flashing her pearly white teeth.

"Wet you say?" she weighted the words for a second, trying to divine their meaing, finally coming to a conclusion "If by that you mean a sufficient lubrication of my vaginal canal ..." now that her thoughts were drawn to it she noticed how thickly her nether lips were already covered in fluids "I think you just have to keep doing what you are doing right now." Indeed, her breasts already almost glowed under the intense treatment of his hands.

Her whole body was already shivering with anticipation, and to fight her growing nervosity she playfully tapped against the flaring head of his penis with her left index finger, sending the rock hard member into a small sideways oscillating motion the sight of which in turn caused her grin to broaden even more.

"And what will you do once I am sufficiently wettened?"

 

[HotKittygirl]

“I guess sarcasm has been lost to the ages as well,” Fiona retorted dryly as she got a better grasp on the bundle of wood in her arms. Her lips twitched lightly and she couldn't help the roll of her eyes as she followed after Dave and emerged from the simple dwelling, or at least tried to. For a moment Dave was frozen in place, Fiona couldn't really tell just what he was looking at from her position nor could she see the dumbstruck look on his face.

“Keep movin', dumbass.” Fiona snarled lightly as she shoved her way past the man, perhaps a little forceful but nothing to severe. Her brows knitted together as a frown soon crossed her face, though the scowl didn't have much chance to linger before it was swept away at the sight of a naked Tina and the corpulent man. To say the two were opposites was an understatement, both in hue and physical makeup.

“Whoa! What the fuck?” Fiona called out and she simply let the branches fall from her grasp where they may. Instinctively she took a glance around to see if there might be some motivation for the sudden disrobing that she was not aware of, yet she could find nothing. It seemed Tina had stripped bare of her own free will, there was no denying just how eager the fat little man was with his rock hard pecker jutting in front of him. The very idea was well, repugnant, how in the world could a man be so fat in a world that was supposedly so rough and tumble was beyond her.

Yet there was something more to it, something Fiona couldn't quite understand or put into words. There was a tingle in her loins at the very thought, a flicker of memory of just how good it felt to be claimed. Fiona couldn't recall ever feel so wet, so aroused in her life, especially after such little foreplay or even physical attraction.

The idea was curious, Fiona tore her gaze away from the naked pair and gave Dave another glance. It wasn't the angry, judgmental one she typically wore. There was more to those hazel eyes than that now, perhaps something familiar, though it wasn't as if they had really gotten a good look at one another faces during their first interaction. Slowly one brow arched as Fiona tilted her head and started to nibble her bottom lip.

“What the fuck is wrong with me?” She almost hissed under her breath as the tingle became a fire, igniting in her loins and making her head swim. Fiona shook her head, as if that would clear her mind but already she had turned to face Dave fully and stood before him with an appraising look.

“You like the show?” She rumbled, finding the words slipping past her lips despite herself.

Mark trembled as Tina offered a flick to his head, causing his rigid member to jostle wildly. He swallowed back a moan, his eyes locked intently upon the dark beauty before him. If Dave and Fiona had emerged from the tiny hut he was all but oblivious to them. His hands eagerly kneaded and caressed those ample orbs of flesh, far more than a handful or even two. Her silken flesh felt good against his calloused hands, though at the moment he simply wanted more than just a idle fondle.

Already Tina seemed to be ready to go, with barely a touch she was soaking wet with arousal, or at least she said. Mark let his gaze sweep over the lush frame, one hand even instinctively slipping from her breast to dip between her legs and search those silken petals. To his surprise she was simply drenched, Mark marveled at the very feel of that warm nectar coating his fingertips. He almost lost himself but thankfully Tina was there to reel him in. With a shuddering cough Mark nodded before he withdrew his hands from Tina and took a step closer to her side.

“Well once you were...sufficiently moist we would...get to it!” Mark wasn't one to mince words, not at a moment like this. Already he was taking his proper place behind the amazonian beauty, his hands fell to her hips before one swept up over the arch of her back and to her shoulders.

“Just follow my lead here, now. There we go...bend at the waist. We call this presenting...and by God what a presentation this is!” Mark almost felt himself salivating as he guided Tina into the proper position, bent over herself, hands where they may for support. Already his hands were back on her, that tight little backside, squeezing and kneading before he offered a sharp little slap to watch the way her skin jostled from the impact.

 

[Cherubian]

"What? Uhh..."

Dave visibly snapped out of his trance as Fiona addressed him, so mesmerized had he been at the sight of the scene unfolding before him. By now watching the two naked bodies had made his mouth dry and his pants awfully tight, and the brief smile the black beauty flashed his way before her attention was back to mark did not help things either.

Oh yes, he did like the show.

Only, what to say now. The redhead that had suddenly appeared in front of him brought back other, fresh, equally pleasant memories, ones he really would like to refresh. The ones where he was granted the opportunity to sample her vagina, not the ones where his knee was maligned. And how gorgeous she looked, so close up now. He poignantly remembered the feel of her firm flesh under his hands.

It was hard to read her now, though. He might be mistaken, but she no longer seemed as angry, her face flushed with something. 'Don't get your hopes up' he told himself as he was frantically searching for an appropriate reply.

"Well, your friend ... is nice to look at" Uh, not good. "Just like you!" he blurted out with full honesty, almost in panic over his perceived fumble. "and she seems to be a very social person ..."

~*~​

That very social person no longer cared about their presence. Tina's last exclaimed statement had made her aware that Mark and her had spectators, but she simply did not care. What they were up to seemed to be a lot of fun, and not too long ago something similar had commenced with the other two present, so why bother now.

Instead she was struggling to find her balance for a moment. Her upper body was already horizontal, two sizable udders dangling down from her chest and tugging at her with their impressive weight. She finally settled on placing her palms onto her knees, which combined with Mark's firm grip around her hips was enough to keep her stable for now.

If anything this was even more enjoyable already than their previous encounter. She was experiencing it fully from the start. The way the older man was taking the lead and control of the situation and literally bending her to his will felt thrillingly exciting. Soon he would bury himself into her, she was certain, and she was more than ready for it, her vagina already dripping and her whole body flush with arousal.

Instead, however, Mark chose to heighten their anticipation by delaying their coital union in favor of some more foreplay. The sudden sharp sting in her buttock elicited an immediate delighted yelp at the stimulating pain, and Tina did not bother to wonder why she suddenly liked it that he did hit her. She was torn between wanting him inside her badly now and savoring that blissful state of hovering uncertainty for a bit longer.

To contribute some more herself she chose to recite in a voice husky with arousal one of the lines she had read in that magazine that initiated the whole scene.

"Mighty stallion, your mare is ready to be ridden!"

 

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona wasn't fully in control of herself at the moment, or so she felt like such. It was like she was watching it from a different angle, not from her own eyes, like it was someone else speaking with her voice and looking Dave over like he was a piece of meat.

“Social, huh?” Fiona almost growled the words, her voice low and dangerous. She could as well have been pissed off in this moment, that look on her face would easily lead one to believe such. She just might knock his head clean off his shoulders.

“You like her like that, hm? Bent over and dripping wet?” Fiona gave the scene a causal glance, easily taking in the view of Tina bending at Mark's will and all but spread and welcome. The sight should have been disgusting or so Fiona thought but instead it made the fire burn all the more. Her chest heaved as Fiona took a deep breath and released it in a frustrated sigh. It was all becoming too much, it was like she was suddenly in an oven and her clothing was stifling.

“If only you could take a picture. You like the big knockers? You seemed to enjoy mine well enough,” She said causally, with a hint of frustration and perhaps a little bit of anger. Yet in the same breath she crossed her arms in front of her and ripped the tank top from herself. That short mane went wild in the motion, falling back over her hazel eyes that burned with a curious light. Next came the sportsbra, just as quick and without thought till it was tossed on top of her shirt. There she lay partially bare to the man moments before she had threatened to club over the head. The makeshift weapon was all but forgotten to, she held it lightly in her grasp before it too was tossed aside. Fiona closed the distance between the two and lashed out with her right hand. She turned her palm facing skyward and cupped him through his pants, only to offer a firm squeeze before she spoke yet again.

“You done watchin'?”

_____________

Mark let his eyes go wandering just a bit more, he couldn't help but marvel more than a little bit at the way that backside jostled and jiggled after his slap, or the way that little yelp made him tingle all over. He was prepared to give it another go, perhaps the other cheek or something else he had always wanted to do but never had the change; that was until Tina spoke once more.

If Mark's eyes could go as big as saucer plates, well, they were now. He felt a warm ripple of lust overtake him, more so than he had ever felt before. The way she said it, the very line that she uttered, how many times had Mark read that little bit and thought about some gorgeous woman saying it to him? More than he would ever admit out loud of course, those silly sayings always had a way of making him flush, he had always liked a little bit of roleplay.

Mark forgot to respond and even breath for a moment or two as he licked his lips yet again and simply pounced. Not literally at least, but Mark's primal desires had won out over everything else and he wanted nothing more at the moment than to feel himself inside Tina all over again. He was behind her and in position faster than he could take a breath, the speed for such a plump little man was rather surprising. He wasn't done yet though, already one hand was upon Tina clasping against her ebon skin, parting those firm globes of flesh as his other hand curled about his girth and guided his purple head towards those damp folds. The warmth of her flesh was searing, Mark couldn't help the gasp of surprise at the sensation. He didn't recoil, no, instead the old man gave Tina all the strength he could muster in one might thrust of his flabby hips. The force of the blow was great, he penetrated to the hilt on one savage go that caused the old man to cry out in esctasy.

“Oh fuck! Yes Lord! Take me NOW!” Mark screamed before he could control himself, his head thrown back and his hands tightly upon Tina's hips. He could think of no better moment to meet his maker, if lightning were to strike him now he could die a very happy man.

 

[Cherubian]

In the seconds of surprised silence that followed that last rather direct question Fiona could feel the contents of her right hand expanding slowly but surely, far enough even to start parting the previously tight grip of her fingers. The unconditional enthusiasm had not reached his face yet, though. If he was surprised at the sight of Mark and Tina, it was nothing to the amazement that he now radiated. His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out, and they were not fixated on Fiona’s face.

Dave’s thoughts were reeling. Whatever he had expected, it was not THAT. The incredibly hot and temperamental redhead, taunting and ridiculing him just a second ago, had just flashed her tits at him. Her wonderful , wonderful tits. Once more his buddy was forgotten. He could not help but take in every detail of those smooth mounds and the pair of meddlesome nipples thrust in the center of his field of vision. It was the first chance for a thorough close up study, after all their previous encounter had been from another … perspective.

Finally, though, some remote part of his brain nudged the mesmerized main mass, indicating that maybe some other course of action than open mouthed staring was in order. “Oh … Oh yes, I am done…” With every word some of the haze lifted and life began to return to his face, in the end even a hint of a smile appeared on his lips. And his hands started moving.

He might be sorely misinterpreting what that woman was after, and he might pay dearly for what he was going to do now, but it seemed worth the risk. Also she had dropped that menacing iron thing, hadn’t she? So his hands rose. His gaze also did, to her face. Briefly. And then his fingers were on her, softly encircling the enticing pair, caressing the supple flesh and beginning a gentle massaging motion. Feeling her skin, sensing her nipples brush against his palms, it all felt so wonderful. The stirring in his pants turned into a veritable strain, further aided by the direct stimulation, and he felt the heat rising all the way to his face.

As the dreaded immediate retaliation did not happen, the smile widened into a happy grin, and his confidence visibly returned. So the girl wanted another go, and he was more than happy to oblige. Although he knew he might be treading dangerous ground, having no idea how much initiative on his part she would accept. Better start carefully.

“Since I have my hands full” he therefore began, trying to hit the right mix of politeness and assuredness “would you mind helping me by freeing him?” Briefly his chin dipped downward, in case his innuendo was not self explanatory.

~*~​

“OOooooahhh!!!”

Even during their intense previous rutting Tina had not been impaled so roughly, almost brutally. Definitely not out of nowhere. The genital ramming into her managed to take her by surprise. A very pleasant surprise, she found, as it sent her whole libido into overdrive.

It also managed to catch her off balance, and for a moment she was reeling, teetering forward, her hands even leaving her knees in an attempt to stabilize, not made easier by the flush of arousal that began to distract her senses. Thankfully Mark’s hands were quick to grip her hips, ending that particular problem before it could turn serious.

And so she rested for a moment, recovering from the delightfully forceful intrusion, her breasts having settled into their resting position after the wide flop they took, and exhaling deeply she said to the ground before her “Wow, that was something…” As if to further emphasize her vaginal walls instinctively constricted, giving the meat wedged in between them a playful squeeze.

 

[HotKittygirl]

Fiona watched as the realization dawned upon that handsome face, it was slow but there and she wasn’t disappointed. Obviously the desire for another go won out over any doubt he had, which was impressive considering she had done a number to his knee. But there was no denying how his eyes fell upon her exposed chest, lingering over those pert and ample swells. Compared to Tina they were rather small, but nevertheless impressive. Her whole figure was stunningly cut and toned, before going into cold storage she had a rather physical life. Of course the injections, the genetic manipulation she had undergone did something, not that she really knew anything about that though.

That toned frame tensed lightly as Dave’s rough hands sought her out, an instinctive flinch from what was left of her rational mind. But as the rough skin brushed against her silken flesh, the tension was released and Fiona felt herself shiver uncontrollably. His hands brought warmth, a certain sense that swept over her and caused her skin to tingle and heat up. She had to bite back the subtle little murmur of appreciation that trickled up from her throat, his touch fully washed away any lingering rational sense Fiona might have had.

A low smirk drifted out over her plush lips as he spoke, the tone was a mixture of things as he tried to find a suitable way of addressing her. Fiona couldn’t help but laugh as she offered the growing bulge another firm and sure squeeze.

“You going to be able to perform with a gimp leg?” She murmured huskily, even as her hand shifted and she brought the other one to the front of his pants and those slender digits started to unlace and untie. It didn’t take very long to undo them and with a gentle tug she released that thick shaft to jostle and arch before them. It was bigger than she remembered, of course she had never gotten a real good look at him fully aroused. She couldn’t help the soft little murmur of appreciation at the sight.

“Standing at attention for me? Such a good soldier,” She teased lightly, one hand raising to curl about his girth and offering a sharp squeeze. There was no denying the squeal of pleasure that came from behind them, which caused Fiona only to smirk further. She cast a glance over her shoulder at the other two before a little snort drifted from her nostrils. Only then did she turn her attention back towards Dave as her hand trailed up and down his shaft in a slow stroke.

“We’re a little behind schedule,” Fiona spoke once more before she found herself moving before she even really understood. In a graceful movement she shifted and squatted before Dave, cradling his shaft in her grasp as she brought herself face level. The scent of their previous joining still lingered on him, Fiona couldn’t help herself as she let her lips parted and the tip of her tongue flicked out over his head.

______

Mark felt an energy he rarely felt in these days. Those inner muscles quivered about his girth drove him on, an undeniable warmth covered him fully. Tina might have fallen forward, perhaps flat on her face, if he hadn’t been holding onto those shapely hips. He savored the sensation for just a few moments, perhaps a few beats of his heart before he retreated only to eagerly thrust forth once more.

“You like that, my beautiful black mare?” Mark asked heatedly, his fingers tightening upon her hips as he proceeded to claim her in a rather heatedly pace. Those flabby hips were a blur of moment, his backside clenched as Mark allowed all his focus to go into those hurried thrusts. Each thrust brought another burst of pleasure, another tingle of euphoria that he had experienced when he first claimed Tina. Never had he felt such a woman like this, so perfect, so in control of her body; and what a body! Mark couldn’t help the rather ridiculous grin that lingered upon his weathered face as he let out another howl of ecstasy.

“Uuughn baby! Yer so tight, squeeze me more! That’s it…how is that?” He asked between labored breaths, already a healthy sheen of sweat covered his exposed, tanned flesh. The sharp, wet slap of their joining echoed about them, Mark savored each one as the radiated up into his ears.

 

[Cherubian]

“We’ll have to find a way to keep the strain off my knee then…” Dave’s confidence had returned almost fully by now, emboldened by the fact that his groping fingers on her marvelous firm tits had met no objection or resistance whatsoever. His guess – his hope, rather – had been right and this gorgeous redhead in fact wanted more of him. Even set his throbbing piece free, her unwilling admiration boosting his pride even further. Oh, and he would deliver, he …

“Ohhh…” That squeeze felt too good, momentarily taking his breath away. Momentarily only, though, as his hands immediately paid her back in kind. How malleable she felt in his grip, supple strength under a soft cover. He could stand here all day just fondling her and feel her fingers on his prick.

“Well, I am in no hurry…” And then she almost dropped from view, lowered herself in one single, inhumanely fluid motion to rest at his feet. His mind too slow, his hands unwilling to let go were pulled downwards together with her, following her as long as they could, causing his shoulders to stoop, his upper body to bend forward, his weight to shift from one foot to the other…

“Aaahh…”

Dave’s face contorted into a brief wince as stabbing pain shot out from his knee, one hand shooting towards the injured joint as the other clamped the nearest thing available – Fiona’s shoulder – for support, his weight leaning heavily into her, and finding surprising strength to sustain him.

There was no time to complain, though, and the moment that soft, wet tongue touched his trembling tip all pain was forgotten. The very spot she first had made contact felt almost electrified, and his eyes were glued to her glittering lips, holding the promise of ultimate bliss. Forgotten was the sight of Tina’s tits flopping wildly as she was ridden by Mark, for the moment his whole world consisted only of his aching manhood and the mouth of the girl that promised to swallow it. She was really going to blow him, and for once he was at a loss for words …

~*~​

This was how she had remembered their first copulating in the dark disheveled pod room, her vagina on fire as it was invaded and spread over and over, her sensible nerves set off every time the hardened phallus filled her and grated along her, lubrication, already in ample supply, paving it’s path to a pain free experience of bliss, pleasure, ecstacy,…

And still, it was different. The first Time Tina had still been in the clutches of drowsiness, slowly awakening from that decade long cryo sleep, her vital functions jump started into overdrive by the fervent rutting. This time she was fully aware from the very beginning, and it enriched the experience even further, making it yet more acute, intense, fantastic… Droplets of sweat were starting to form on her soft dark skin as her effort to keep her balance and counteract the force of mark’s thrusts continued.

A mare he wanted? Without thinking Tina neighed loud, almost comical, trying to imitate what fragment she remembered of a documentary on horses she had seen a long time ago. She did not get the sound quit right, but neither did she care. Her focus was on continuing those squeezes Mark seemed to enjoy so much. His rapid humping made it difficult to repeat the initial single firm and drawn out one, but a quick grip here and there before he could retreat again was very much possible.

“That is great …” she breathed huskily “… oh … mighty … ahhh …. stallion …” her moan laden speech drowning out the slurping of their juice coated union and the slapping of his soft flesh against her toned muscles.