Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) (9 page)

He was kind to her without even needing something in return, and
that only made her want to give it all the more.

Grent spread his powerful thighs for her, letting her nestle
between them. Usually so stoic, the broad man returned her look,
though it was strange on his usually cool face. Seeing his full lips
spread into a pleasant smile as he lovingly stroked her hair was a
gratifying experience.

Her hands, meanwhile, undid his pants, and the dark swell of that
meaty cock beneath a spandex pair of boxers lay beneath. Without even
seeing it directly she could tell it would be impressively sized,
even by the standards she’d so recently upped after leaving the
bunker.

Even though she tried to hide that spark of excitement and
impress, it was clear on her face. The way she bit in her lower lip
to calm her smile, her movements were hastier. Normally she would
have luxuriated in the feel of the warm cloth nestled so tightly
against him, yet her hands instead delved past the barrier, lifting
the large phallus out and immediately pulling back the foreskin.

Her smile was no longer to him, it was to it. Licking over her
lips, she glanced at him for only a second before she lowered her
body to be level with his masculinity. She visibly eye humped it,
tracing every vein with her gaze before she looked back to him, the
thick cock between them.

Like the man, the shaft was thick and hard. It was easily as long
as the man who took her virginity the night before, but much thicker.
It barely fit in her outstretched fingers, and the masculine musk
that filled her senses from its unleashing was clean and palpable,
intoxicating in its own right. The veins that ribbed it were bulging
and full, there was barely a curve of it, but it was just right, and
the crown looked dark from what she could see through the foreskin;
perfectly shaped as well as deliciously huge.

Looking around the thickly throbbing shaft, so full and steely
hard, their eyes met and he licked his lips. Despite his proficiency
at hiding his feelings below, now he just looked at her with
unadulterated fondness and desire.

She couldn’t help but utter a delighted "Wow," her
voice sounding full of awe and lust as her gaze went back. She no
longer held herself back and pressed her full lips forward, her
tongue darting out to trace up the underside of his cock. One hand
kept him poised as the other struggled to further pull down his pants
and boxers as she began to worship him with her mouth.

Her movements, her excitement, it was all so raw and needy, and he
could tell, just by looking at her, how much she wanted him. The
night before she had wanted safety and aid. Tonight he already
promised her the same, and now she just wanted something more primal.

Grent couldn’t help but smile at her appreciative word,
though it wasn’t a smug sort of expression. Instead he just
seemed glad she was pleased. Lifting his rock hard ass up off the bed
he helped her get his pants down over the swell of his rear, exposing
the heavy ball sac that rested between his thighs.

Still stroking her blonde hair he gave a low groan at the
delightful touch of her tongue upon his meaty cock. His eyes seemed
to want to roll back into his head but he refused to break eye
contact with her and muttered in his deep, gravelly voice, "You’re
the most beautiful woman I’ve run across in almost forty years
of livin’."

"Forty?" she murmured against his cock, obviously
surprised. He was one of the oldest people she’d met, yet he
still looked so... good. Her teeth nipped so, so gently at his flesh
as her tongue ran the length before flicking back and forth against
the swollen, purple tip. She was such a little expert, and it was
plain to see how much she enjoyed it.

Her gaze was focused on his as her free hand wandered along his
thighs, feeling over his flesh before her thumb ran along the side of
his heavy sac.

Grent King didn’t seem to shy away from being honest with
her, even if he did a good job of hiding his emotions before. As he
stroked his large hand over her cheek and hair he gazed upon her with
such a sweet expression, watching as she licked his bulging cock,
pulled its foreskin back and tasted the perfectly sculpted crown, so
full and well defined.

He was twice her age, and he seemed to want her to know that.
"Does it bother you?" he asked in his gruff voice, his
shaft twitching as her fingers grazed his sizable balls, seeming to
respond to her expert attentions so well.

"No," she admitted, her brown eyes dancing with a bit of
deviant delight. Her tongue swirled around the tip, then moved across
it teasingly before she finally descended. Her gaze moved down as her
mouth stretched to encompass him, so mindful of her ministrations as
her fingers traced dotingly along his balls, simply teasing him.

It was a tough fit, all her practice before on the men in the
bunker or even Jarago did not prepare her for this one man’s
exceptional girth. But it paid off for he groaned in some pleasant
delight at feeling her warm mouth absorb the tip of his shaft.

His head tilted slowly back, and his broad chest began to swell
and deflate at a faster rhythm as her fingers and mouth worked their
practiced skill upon him. Those strong fingers of his knit through
her hair, but it seemed more like he wanted to just be holding her
somehow, and her luxurious blonde strands were the best and most
convenient manner to do so.

She felt so... safe. It was a strange sensation to feel when down
between a man’s legs, double her age and so recently a
stranger. Yet as his fingers rubbed against her head, her eyes
fluttered shut and she just wanted, so badly, to make him feel good.
She even ignored the throbbing between her legs, the desire to shift
and let him press into her body, instead focusing entirely on him.

Alex was diligent as she worked his package, her tongue ever wet
and moving, her fingers so gentle and pleasant.

The expert motions did their work, even against that seasoned,
stoic man. With his heavy breathing and low groans, he clasped her
head so tenderly, husking out the words, "I’m gonna cum if
you keep that up." The words made it sound like he never wanted
it to end, though his cock throbbed and pulsed in her hand and mouth
so fully, so rapidly, she knew it wanted its release inside her then
and there.

There was a brief moment of hesitation in her motions until she
began once more with renewed vigour, her eyes staring at him through
her blonde bangs. She needed to see his face contort with pleasure,
rewarding her for a job well done. Her fingers and tongue and lips
and mouth begged for his relief, even as that pulsing between her
thighs demanded its own attention.

Grent’s lips parted, his eyes forced shut by the pleasure
she was inducing. Not even the disciplined man could resist her
ministrations, his wide face contorting into one of primal pleasure.
With a few lewd grunts, he looked strained as his thick dick swelled
inside her mouth. It was almost painful to hold him there then like
that, the added heft of his impending orgasm causing her jaw to have
to widen even further.

It wasn’t long before she felt it, the thick rush of seed
blasting out of that large crown of his, rich and creamy. That heavy
sac of his had so much of it for her in reward for her expert
siphoning, and it kept coming.

She was an expert at collecting cum, but he wasn’t making it
easy. As her tongue worked around the tip she tried to gather it all,
but some escaped from around her lips, drooling down the length of
his heavy cock. Still, as soon as he finally finished, her tongue
chased after it, trying to collect every last bit of his virile seed.

The seasoned mercenary looked like an army couldn’t fell
him, but her nimble tongue and expert lips managed it. Slumped down
to the bed, breathing heavily, she had drained him. With a weary
motion, he lifted his head up and looked down at her, watching her
clean up the last of his thick seed. He stroked her hair so tenderly.
Such a strange turn, for until she professed her virginity in the
stairwell, he seemed primed to aggressively seduce her, yet her
perceived innocence had brought something out in him.

"That was amazing," he said in his gravelly voice,
weariness lacing his words. "I’ve never had one so good as
that."

Her lips were numb, and she crawled up alongside him. She wasn’t
a cuddler, not by a long stretch, but her hand rested on his chest,
her head settling against his bicep. It was different with him.
"That’s because most people are lazy," she murred
quietly. She was right next to his face, and he could feel the warmth
of her voice across his ear.

She had no clue what his day had been like prior to her running
into him, but having drained his balls of his cum, leaving his cock
slowly softening against his thighs, she could hear and feel the
weariness on the man.

All the same, he put his strong arm around her, welcoming her
against him only too comfortably, giving her a place to rest against
his hard body. Leaning in he kissed her lips fully and without any
reservation, not troubled by the taste of his own seed on her lips
and breath as others might be.

Bringing his free hand over to stroke along her hip he said in his
husky, low voice, "I wanna return the favour," and gently,
but firmly he began to press her back towards the bed. Not even the
exhaustion the powerful man felt deterred him from his generosity.

She looked about to argue, but that throbbing need between her own
legs finally silenced her objections and her fingers were already
working at the buttons on her jeans, shimmying out of them with some
trouble, trying to get the tight material over the round swell of her
ass. She was practiced, however, and they finally gave way, resting
mid-thigh.

The way she looked at him was so desirous, and so grateful at the
same time.

Having shifted her onto her back, Grent brought his strong hands
to her thighs, curling his fingers into her panties and jeans then
pulling them down off her legs with an ease of strength only he could
manage. Laying them aside he then stroked his rough touch over her
two legs, and she could see the deep appreciation on his face for her
smooth, unblemished flesh as he felt them out.

It was like every part of her was some new, magnificent discovery
for the man, and as he parted her two legs he kissed along her soft
inner thighs, he–like her–didn’t tease over long.
She was so slick, so ridiculously wet from a day of denied desire,
that the scent of her womanhood was like a drug to him. It
invigorated him even as the man’s post-coital weariness fought
to make his eyelids droop.

Pressing her thighs back, Grent brought his mouth to her at last,
his broad tongue lapping over her slit and tasting her femininity as
he coaxed her needy clit to pleasure.

That sudden, heated spark caused her to shift, her breath catching
in her throat. Her t-shirt and bra felt suddenly so constricting, and
her fingers lifted the light cotton top over her head, tossing it to
the side and tussling her long, wavy hair in the process. He could
see the smooth line of her stomach, the soft, unexposed flesh and the
two mounds hidden beneath the white, lace bra.

Her breathing was faster, and as she struggled to undo and discard
her bra, her feet moved to his back, drawing him in. The light blonde
hair that his nose nuzzled to smelled like denied sex, and even the
insides of her thighs seemed lightly glossed with her femininity.

With his own cock still out and exposed, he was bent between her
legs, showing her an impressive devotion and skill of his own. In his
lifespan that was twice her own, he’d obviously had practice at
this, so as he gripped her thighs, and her heels dug into him, he
tongued her clit quite expertly. Such a large, damp muscle it was, it
had no trouble hitting the tender spot of her slit anyhow.

He was so devoted to his task of eating her cunt out, his eyes
were shut almost the entire time, but as her heavy breasts were freed
not even his commitment could keep him from gazing up at them
longingly.

It was made worse as her own hands went to them, her body arching
and her own eyes fluttering shut as she teased those twin nipples,
tugging on them before letting them snap back to her chest, only to
repeat the process. It was such a delightful view, and one so few had
the pleasure of seeing.

She was built so high, neglected for what felt like an eternity,
and his skill was quickly bringing her to that breaking point. She
was already so wet, her labia parting against his strong tongue and
that exposed bud throbbed against him. Her heated sex burned against
his face, blood rushing from her mind and filling that one, central
part of her before she gasped, her back arching just as he hit her
that one, final time.

As if in reward for the delightful sight of her toying with her
own tits, he didn’t cease, however. His tongue and mouth rode
her quim through that finale, lashing at her mercilessly. Grent
seemed intent on milking from her every ounce of pleasure she’d
allow, his powerful tongue and jaw working her cunt as his hands
stroked her thighs, and his eyes gazed up, soaking in the sight of
her own pleasured face and heavy, aroused tits as he was covered in
her honey.

It wasn’t long before her bucking became a serious
impediment to teasing her over sensitive clit, and her gasped moans
and cries echoed off the room as her foot moved to his shoulder,
kicking him away. Her face was red and her bangs were matted to her
forehead as she gulped for air. Her lips and mouth felt so dry and
she constantly tried to wet it, staring at him in awe.

"Holy fuck," she moaned, sitting herself up after what
seemed like a long while.

His face coated in her juices, he licked around his lips and wiped
his cheeks with the back of his hand, before then licking that clean
too. With a broad, weary smile, he stood up, his cock only partially
turgid now, but still looking so perfectly grand.