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After The Fight

By: creativetalent



This is dedicated to GB -- the guy who makes my life even more beautiful. Thanks for everything. Had you been here, I would have fought with you, just to make up with you... 

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I slammed the door and walked into the cold. It was snowing and the view was breath-taking. But here I was - alone and dejected. How could you say all that? Did I not mean anything to you? Was I just another plaything -- something you could just use and throw away? I walked into the nearest park and sat down on the cold wooden bench. My head started pounding. It felt like the whole world was closing on me. There was anger and hatred for you... But I was deeply hurt and I couldn't stop the tears from falling... I didn't know for how long I sat there, until I realized someone was approaching. It was YOU...

I didn't understand how you found me so soon? But I was too pissed off to deal with you. I looked at your face and it reminded me all that you said to me a couple of hours ago. I immediately got up and started going away, when you suddenly caught my hand and pulled me into your arms. I tried to get away from you but you had steel like grip on me. I just couldn't move an inch. I kept on struggling until you said

'Relax. It's me. I am sorry, sweetheart. I really am.'

'I don't care, mister. Let me go.'

You did let me go. You sat down on the bench that I had previously vacated and said

'Sit down, honey. We gotta talk.'

'I am done talking. There's nothing more left to talk and discuss. After what you said, I don't know see any reason why I should even listen to you.'

'Don't say that. I know I was rude. But ...'

'... But what? I trusted you, dammit. I did all that I could to be with you. I was always there for you. You never realized my importance in your life. You just used me whenever you felt like. I was a mere plaything for you. I hate you!'

I didn't realize that I was shouting until the people around started looking at us. Embarrassed and frustrated with all the pent up anger and frustration, I sat down on the bench. 

With your thumb, you wiped away the tears and held my hand. I let you hold because I didn't know what else I could do. I was worn out. I had no strength left to argue and fight with you. I didn't realize for how long we were sitting quietly until you spoke up.

'Listen to me. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have said all that. I can't take back my words but please, don't hate me. I know that you have been there for me, always. I realize your importance in my life -- everyday, every minute and every second. I just never showed it to you.'

'But...'

'No, don't interrupt. Let me complete. I have been a total jerk when it comes to you. I never did anything that made you feel cherished. I would do anything to rectify things. I love you more than anything in this world. And I am not saying all this to have you back. I mean every single word. I would do anything to have you back. I will even wash the dishes, do the laundry and cook the dinner every night, if that can bring you back.'

I imagined you doing the dishes and the laundry and I couldn't stifle my laughter. Seeing me smile, you remarked

'I like to see you smile. Do you know how much I hate to see you cry?'

'Then why do you do it, baby?'

I knew that you loved it when I called you 'baby'. You pulled me into your arms and kissed my cheek and said

'I don't do it intentionally. It just happens. And trust me, sometimes you need to ignore something that I say. Most of the times, I don't mean it. But yes, I agree that today was quite rude and for today's behavior, you have got every right to punish me.'

'Punish you? Are you serious?'

'Yeah, I deserve some kind of punishment for hurting you, making you cry and for being a total ass. I am serious. No joking.'

'But I am not even angry now? You know that I can't be angry at you for a long time. I can't think of any kind of punishment. But I just have a small request. Try not to repeat what you did today. Just because you found me today doesn't mean that you can find me the next time.'

'I won't repeat it. I promise. Come on, let's go home. It's too cold here.'

'Ok. As you wish.'

'Think about some kind of punishment by the time we get home.'

I thought about all that happened in the evening but I still couldn't come up with any kind of punishment. Then I thought of playing it wild and naughty, after all it was my punishment. As soon as we entered our home, I finally thought of the ideal punishment for you.

'Is something wrong?' you asked with a worried look.

'No. I was just thinking about your punishment.'

'Oh that. So, what is my punishment?' you asked with a sad face.

I closed the door and pushed you onto the door. You were taken aback by the sudden push. Your back was against the door as I started unbuttoning your shirt. I kissed every bit of your chest that was revealed with the pop of each button. 

'What are you doing?' you asked, surprised at my sudden attack.

'Exactly what do you think I am doing?' I replied you coyly.

By that time all the buttons of your shirt were done. I removed the shirt and raked my nails down your chest in the process. I kissed your midriff and nibbled at your abs. 

'Honey, maybe we should take this to the bedroom,' you groaned as my hands dipped to waistband of your pants. We were near the door, in the living room almost half naked. Ignoring your comment, I continue with my onslaught. I unbuckled your belt and unbuttoned your jeans. As I slid the zipper, my hand accidentally brushed against the bulge of your crotch. You muttered under your breath and placed your hands on my back and undid the knot of my halter top. 

'It is fair that even you get undressed,' you said. I shrugged my shoulders and tugged your jeans. You stepped out of them. I went down on my knees and pulled down your briefs and freed your cock out of its confines. You groaned as I cradled your cock and pressed a kiss on its head. I gave you a sly smile before I engulfed your cock into my warm mouth. I sucked your cock with a new passion and vigor. You gripped my head and guided me. I stroked your balls while I sucked on your cock. I grabbed your ass a couple of times and pulled you further into my mouth. Your hold on my head strengthened. I loosened my lips, pulled you out and ran my tongue along the tip of your cock. You groaned as I looked up to you. I again slid my mouth to the base of your shaft and took you as much as I could. I increased the pace knowing that you were close. I grazed my teeth on your shaft a couple of times. This excited you a lot and you urged me to continue. I started sucking on your cock and stroking your balls with a new found enthusiasm and it didn't take you long to shoot your cum down my throat. You screamed out my name as I swallowed all of your cum. 

Milking your cock dry, I rose up and planted a kiss on your lips. You pulled me into your arms and kissed me passionately. I could smell you -- intoxicating and dangerous as you cradled my head, giving me no room to escape. Your kiss was light and explorative but gradually you deepened it. Your tongue met mine and my hands automatically went around your neck. You relished the feel of your mouth on mine. I went further into your embrace and my breasts pressed into your chest. My nipples were hard and were begging for your attention. Your mouth traced a path from my mouth, to my jaw, to my neck and then to the hollow of my collarbone. Goosebumps rose on my flesh and I could not stop but moan your name as you whispered in my ears 'You taste so good.'

I clutched your head and ran my fingers through your slick and dark hair. You brushed your thumb over my nipples and then took an engorged nipple into your mouth. You suckled and then nibbled. All this was driving me crazy with need. You carried me to the bedroom and removed my trousers before you placed me on the bed and continued your exploration of my body. You left a trail of kisses from my cleavage to my navel. You dipped your tongue into my navel and I couldn't stop writhing beneath you. 

Your mouth travelled further down south. You separated my folds and planted a kiss. Your tongue delved into my pussy and you pulled my distended clitoris into your mouth. I couldn't stop moaning and clenched the bed cover into my hands. Your long strokes made me wet and within a few minutes, I was having my orgasm. You moved up and kissed me and I tasted myself on your lips.

'I like your punishment,' you said as you kissed me again.

Your kisses made me frenzy with need. I pushed you onto your back as I straddled you. I guided your cock into my pussy and started riding you. You were deep inside me, filling me up and I couldn't stop moaning. You cupped my breasts and the friction between my wet pussy and your thick and hard cock made me cum. 

You pushed me onto my back and started thrusting. My hips met your thrust and I circled my legs around your waist. You went deeper into me and started pounding me. You sought my mouth and kept kissing me and increased the pace. I was reaching towards my orgasm and sensing this you kept thrusting harder and faster. I felt you empty yourself and each rocketing pulse of yours brought tiny aftershocks in me.

I lay limp in your arms as you pulled me further into your embrace. You stroked your fingers over my spine and I snuggled further into you.

'I am sorry about what happened in the evening. But I wish you would punish me every day,' you said as you pressed a kiss on my forehead.

'I love you,' I whispered as I felt myself drifting off to sleep...

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After The Fighting



Author's note: the following story is pure fiction, based solely on the seed of an idea planted by a chance conversation. Any semblance to real or imagined persons or world events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.

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It had just been two weeks ago that the armistice treaty was signed, stopping the fighting that had consumed most of the world for the previous four and a half years. It had started as one nation trying to expand its territory by taking control of and dominating one of its weaker neighbors. One by one other nations had jumped on their bandwagon or been overrun by the war machine. Only gradually had opposing nations began to band together to fight back, many waiting until it was almost too late for them to muster any kind of power to contribute to the resistance.

Of course we had jumped in near the beginning, trying to be the world's police force, attempting to stop the onslaught with a handful of resources, such as we had done in the desert wars that were so short lived. But this was not a war run by shortsighted zealots; rather the heads of state had put their best soldiers in charge and committed all their nations' resources to the effort.

Reluctantly our government reinstated the draft and began to convert domestic manufacturing into weapons generation machinery to rival anything our nation had ever done. I'm convinced that the only reason I was not drafted was that I headed up a critical production effort in the Midwestern states, creating the most effective electronic devices for locating and pinpointing enemy resources that our armed forces had ever used.

Now, with the uprising by the greedy country-states having finally been quelled and agreement for unconditional surrender having been reached, I wanted to visit the actual sites where the physical battles took place, to see for myself the damage to friend and foe alike. Like many other industrialists of our country, I had been asked by the government to make recommendations on how best to help all involved countries begin their recovery. Several of my fellow leaders were also taking similar tours but we were all starting at different locations so we could maximize our coverage of the affected area.

Now, having been landed on a rubble-strewn beach of one of our allies, I was alone in a Hummer with supplies for two weeks, a bedroom and pop-up tent, and several cans of gas. I had a satellite phone so I could contact the outside world as well as occupying forces when I got into enemy territory but I was basically on my own.

I had mapped out a plan to drive inland just a short distance to one of the country's major cities and spend at least a day checking it out. As it turned out, I spent a week there.

Even on the outskirts of town, I was appalled at the destruction. It looked worse than the most calamitous hurricane site that had hit our own country and the closer I got to the heart of the city the worse the destruction appeared. Almost every major building had significant damage, even those that were centuries old and made of extra thick stone walls. Gaping holes had been blown in most of them, often filled by the rubble that came tumbling down once the supports had been bombed out. Individual residences, retail stores, commercial buildings, high-rise apartment complexes: all had been treated with the same contempt.

People were, for the most part, busy trying to clear the rubble, some already in the process of rebuilding smaller buildings, although their tools were very limited making progress slow and it seemed like there was little in the way of organizational support so far. Apparently any rebuilding plan had been thwarted by the decimation of teams that might have planned and coordinated such efforts.

Most everyone I saw was ill-dressed for such endeavors. Obviously the war had taken a great toll on the people's ability to obtain new clothes and patches were everywhere. People who should have been wearing cool weather gear were making do with summer weight clothing.

Even though the majority of the people were at work trying to rebuild, dig out useable salvage, or just trying to clear space, there were people who seemed to be wandering around in a daze, not sure what to do. I suspected most of those had lost their homes, their families, and were probably at their wit's end trying just to live from day to day.

I knew that our own government had mounted a massive war relief effort in an attempt to get food to people who needed it but without a doubt most of these people had missed out on the handouts, for whatever reason. I finally found the remains of a grassy park area that was being used as a campground by people who had been forced underground for many long months. I found a place to set up my own small tent and wound up inviting a group of about 30 nearby people over to talk and help me drink my coffee, which was a real treat to most of them, although they would have preferred tea.

As we talked, I made notes about the things that seemed to be most pressing needs (drinkable water, food, warmer clothes, mortar for stonework, lumber, etc.). At a prearranged time, I sat in the Hummer and used the satfone to call in my daily report. I requested the list of Must Haves and also suggested that several tractors on tracks, such as Caterpillar bulldozers, would be most beneficial in speeding up the rebuilding process.

The next day I continued my travels, only to see more of the same thing, just in different parts of the city, and there was more of the same on the third and fourth day. However by the fourth day, I got notice that the Corps of Engineers was bringing in a C5 "pregnant roller skate" plane loaded with heavy equipment, with more to follow. They also had three C130 cargo planes filled with urgent supplies and had arranged for the army to provide 2.5 ton trucks to distribute the goods to all parts of the city.

Since I was always running into needy people, I met the planes at the nearest R.A.F. base and replenished my own supplies as well as loading down the remaining space in the Hummer with even more. Then I resumed my tour of the city.

The following day it was time to broaden my research into outlying areas so I went back to the air base and replenished my supplies from a hangar where they were storing incoming goods until they could be distributed. Then following a detailed map I had obtained from the army, I started out to investigate the smaller towns to the west.

At least once I got outside the major residential areas of the city and its suburbs, things were a little less chaotic, with fewer buildings demolished. I was a little surprised at how much farm land had been cultivated this past spring and was now approaching a bumper harvest, in spite of the devastation in the city.

I was maybe eight or nine miles out of town when I overtook and passed a solitary figure trudging along the side of the road. At the last second, I realized it was a woman and came to a screeching halt. Carefully I backed up to where she was still walking. Lowering the electric window, I asked where she was going and if I could offer her a ride. It would be a little crowded but I could move some of the boxes of supplies and make room for a needy passenger.

At first she shied away from me but when she saw the labels on the boxes, she got a hungry look on her face. She was covered in a hooded jacket that looked like it might have been handmade from an old army blanket and she was pretty much hidden. It was only when she pushed the hood back that I could tell that she really was a fairly young woman, probably somewhere in her late twenties.

Sticking her head just into the window, she asked, "Do you have anything to eat?"

I smiled and replied, "Yes. Let me move these things," as I moved a couple of boxes and piled them on the stack behind the front seat, just barely squeezing them in but leaving the front passenger seat open. "Come on. Get in," I said, scrounging through a box that contained MREs ... military use Meals Ready to Eat. I dropped the glove box lid for her to use as a table, popped the MRE open and, as she settled into the seat, showed her how, with a little pop of the fist you could burst the little chemical bag that reacted to generate heat around the plastic-encased foods. Within just a couple of minutes, I was opening different bags of foods and handing them to her, amazed to watch her scarf them down mostly without the use of the utensils. She was obviously very hungry.

Again reaching into the back, I extracted a bottle of water and opened it for her. She gratefully accepted it and thanked me. Only then did I think about how nice her voice sounded, with the accent of English spoken in another country from my own. As she finished the last of the food, she leaned back and sighed. I offered to open another one for her but she shook her head, saying that she was full.

But when I reached into the console between us and picked up a couple of small candy bars from the package I used to provide myself with quick energy, she squealed with delight and snatched them from my hands, quickly popping one into her mouth and savoring it like it was the best thing she had ever eaten.

Meanwhile I started to drive again. I said, "I'm Tom Remmington. I'm on a mission to help with rebuilding."

"Oh ... oh," she said, shaking my big rough hand with her small one. "I'm Tammie Carstairs. Nice to meet 'ya."

Pointing behind us, I asked, "Are you from the city?"

"Oh, no," she said. "Well ... I did live there for the last five years but I'm a country girl. I moved to the city after university, got a job and got married but I'll always be a country girl."

I laughed. "I know what you mean. Still married?"

"Huh? ... Oh, no. He was killed nearly four years ago."

"So ... where are you going today?"

"Oh ... I don't know. I was just looking for someplace I could get some food. I didn't know where to go."

"Wow! Sounds like you've had it tough."

"Yeah. No. Other people have had it much worse than me. I'm still alive, still able to walk. I will survive!" She spoke the last with determination and I had the feeling that she would, too.

I drove in silence for a couple of minutes until the beginning of an idea formed. Then I said, "I'm planning to visit some of the smaller towns nearby today and see what kind of help they need most. The supplies I have won't feed many people but I'm going to give them to those that seem to need them the most. If you don't have anything better to do, you can keep me company and help me do my job. I could use someone to take notes and distribute the supplies. Are you interested?"

"Oh, yes, I would be glad to help." The heat in the Hummer had dispelled the cold of the outside and she had slowly come out of the hooded jacket, revealing a very nice, conservative white blouse and a black skirt. She was wearing hiking boots that looked like they had seen better days but no socks or stockings.

Turning to me, she crooked her left leg and lifted the knee so she could sit sideways, seemingly indifferent that her skirt was riding up to mid-thigh. However it certainly had its effect on me, since I had not had any pussy since a few days before my departure more than a week before. I turned my eyes back to the road, but found myself glancing back at her quickly.

Tammie said, "Look, I don't have any way to pay you for the food ... except this, if you would like." She pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing her bare pussy covered only with a very hairy bush. "I haven't had any cock since my husband shipped out. When the army came through after the armistice, I was in hospital wounded and missed out."

She searched my face for a reaction. Instead of speaking, I ran a hand up her left leg and turned it at her crotch, covering her mound. She moaned and slid further over in the seat so I could have easy access. Her pussy was wet under my fingers and I soon had two digits deep inside her while the heel of my hand rubbed her mound. 

I thought she was going to bite through her lower lip to keep from crying out. Less than two minutes with my fingers in her hot box and she humped my hand and came, screaming out her pleasure. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean, concentrating on my driving.

I hadn't driven much further before she turned and faced forward. However I noticed her fingers fluttering in the lacy trim of the front of her blouse.

But then we came into a small farming community. Well, it wasn't all that small. Probably somewhere around 5,000 to 7,000 people, I guessed, based on information on my map and looks of the buildings around. We found the town hall and were lucky enough to catch the mayor in. We talked for some minutes and he told us that they had been relatively lucky in that they had only taken a few hits from stray bombs, since they didn't have much in the way of manufacturing in town. They were basically a farming town with mostly older families working the farms so they had done fairly well in the food department, although they were having to ration everything so that they could provide groceries for other parts of the country.

Tammie made notes of everything we saw but the main need was fuel for their tractors. We would include a note about that in my report that night. Back in the Hummer, we moved out towards the next town.

The whole day passed pretty much as a blur as we visited one town after another. Some had nearly missed out on the damages while others had been nearly devastated. We easily found those who needed our pitifully small amount of supplies and had dispensed them all shortly after noon, keeping only those that Tammie and I would need ourselves.

Just before sundown, I found a clearing in a copse of trees beside the country road we were traversing and we pitched camp. While Tammy gathered wood for a fire, I erected the small tent I had been using and put my bedroll in it. By the time Tammie came back with the last of several armloads of fallen branches, I had a good fire going and a pot of water on for coffee ... or tea, if she preferred.

I selected two MREs and popped the heating chemicals. While we waited for them to heat the foods, we fixed cups of hot drinks and waited, sitting on the soft grass near, but not too near, the hot fire. I noticed that Tammie chose to sit close enough that our elbows rubbed together lightly ... not that I minded.

We ate, grateful for the warmth of the fire and the warmth of the food and drink both. After a while, we began to get sleepy. I said, "I'm sorry I only have the one bed roll. Why don't you take it and I'll stay out here by the fire?"

Tammie smiled and shook her head. Reaching for my hand, she pulled me into the little tent. By the light of the dying fire, she kicked off her old boots, removed her jacket, her blouse, and dropped her bra, releasing a pair of enormous boobs. Suddenly my mouth was watering.

Quickly she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. Wearing nothing but a little pair of panties, she stepped into the bedroll and slipped down into it, pulling the cover up to her chin. Shivering lightly, she said, "Come on, honey, take your things off and get in her with me. I'm going to need you to keep me warm."

What an invitation! I stripped down in record time and, wearing only my jockey shorts which were misshapen trying to retain my erection, I dived into the bedroll, under the cover she held up for me and found myself in her embrace as the cover dropped behind my back. The sensations caused by her big boobs rubbing against my bare chest were fan-damn-fucking-tastic!

She shivered, from the cold I'm sure, and pressed the length of her body against me. I know she felt my rock hard cock throbbing against her stomach but she didn't react. I leaned to her and our lips met in a soft, sensual kiss. She met me hungrily, searching my mouth frantically with her tongue, turning her head this way and that to reach into every part of my mouth.

I ran my hand down her back until I cupped her round bottom, pulling her hard into my erection. Still that was not as hard as her reaction, as she jerked her hips forward as if trying to press us together forever. When our kiss broke off, I bent down and kissed around one of her boobs until I could capture the distended nipple in my mouth. I suckled her teat like a baby nursing from its mother.

After a few moments, Tammie sighed loudly and rolled onto her back. I was disappointed at first but she reached down and shoved her panties off her feet, then asked me to fuck her. I kicked my shorts off and rolled over between her legs, guiding my throbbing, pulsing member into her wet, slick opening.

Before I was all the way into her, she had locked her ankles behind my butt and jerked me as deep into her as I would ever get. Our bodies were mashed together and I felt the enormous heat of her around the base of my probe. While I kissed her cheeks and neck and ears and eyes, she emitted a series of sighs that let me know I was on the right track.

When I finally began moving, I managed only two full strokes before she squealed, "YESSSS, HON," and came. 

I watched her enjoy her orgasm and then slowly returned to my task at hand. Slowly moving in and out of her and giving her clitty special attention with each completed cycle, she climbed right back to the mountaintop in just a few minutes and dove head first into oblivion. And I thought I was hungry for sex!

Tammie had so much pent up sexual energy and emotion that I continued to have to stop every few minutes just to watch the waves of sensation roll through her body like an ocean tempest. I didn't mind though; I knew I was storing up my own pleasures for one gigantic climax. And it finally came, just after Tammie had cum for the sixth time. My balls exploded, trying to shoot my cum straight through her back. 

I couldn't remember ever cumming so much. I filled her up and felt our combined fluids dripping out of her pussy and down my balls. It occurred to me that the bedroll would forever smell like sex after that but I didn't care ... after all, it was as great as any fuck I could ever remember.

We snuggled up, spoon fashion, and went to sleep, huddled in the warmth of the bedroll and single blanket. Twice in the night, I awoke to find Tammie fondling my cock and balls. Each time we fucked again, once with Tammie on top and the other time in the doggy position (which I hurried through because my uncovered ass got incredibly cold, but we both still had amazing climaxes).

In the morning, I awoke to the exquisite sensation of Tammie sucking on my cock while holding my balls in both hands to keep them warm. When she knew I was fully awake, she spooned with me again, lifted her top leg and guided my dong into her slick pussy. I fucked her ever so slowly while massaging her tits, fingering her clitty, and nibbling on her neck and ear. By the time I dumped a not-so-large load of cum into her body, she had gone through another three climaxes and was telling me that I was a great lover. At least it was good for my ego.

Dressing quickly, I stoked up the fire and got some water going for coffee and tea while Tammie went into the bushes to relieve herself. I retrieved two breakfast MREs from the Hummer and got them to heating. Meanwhile I struck the little tent, folded it back into its carrying case and stowed it and the bedding in the Hummer.

Soon after we ate, we were on the road again. While I drove, Tammie kept up a running commentary about how great the night's sex had been. She had missed it so much in the past few years, she didn't know if she could ever again go so long without it. And she was so glad that she had found someone who knew just how she liked it too! More ego boosting! I just knew that I loved having sex with the woman.




After The Fighting



Like the previous day, this one was filled with popping into a small town, taking a quick inventory of damages and needs and then moving on. About 10 in the morning as we left our second town, Tammie lay across the seats and reached for my crotch. When my cock responded with a hard-on, she unzipped my shorts, pulled out my cock and gave me a great blow job, swallowing my load of cum just as the signs of the next town appeared over the horizon.

At noon we stopped in another of the thousands of natural parks for lunch. Afterward Tammie pulled up her skirt and showed me that she had not put her panties back on. She asked if I would like to "take advantage of her" and of course I did. She bent over the back bumper of the Hummer and tossed her skirt onto her back, giving me access to her uncovered cunt. We both managed a very nice orgasm before we climbed back into the truck and moved on.

That afternoon we toured a town of 25,000 that had been devastated because of its manufacturing plants. Many of its residents had been killed or maimed and those who remained were struggling to rebuild. Fortunately there was a reasonably good food supply ready for harvesting, although the refinement of wheat and other grains would have to revert to older methods until refineries and mills and bakeries and food processing plants could be reconstructed.

That evening when we pitched camp just outside of town, I called in my report and requested that the town be given some priority on equipment for rebuilding. The powers that be agreed that it was a good investment. I was instructed to halt my tours for now and await a supply convoy that would be arriving mid-morning the following day.

Shortly after sundown, Tammie asked if I would like to go to bed early. She had a mischievous look in her eyes and I quickly agreed. No sooner had we gotten naked and under the covers than she mounted me and rode me like a stallion. Later we reversed positions and I read to her from the book of love as I galloped in her saddle. Still later I turned her on her face and knees and drilled her from behind. Every time we stopped for a breather and our heart rates slowed, Tammie fed me her titties one at a time until we started to fuck again. It was well after midnight before we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The following morning, with little to do until the caravan arrived, Tammie suggested we "sleep in" which turned out to be her words for screwing our heads off again. She seemed like a woman possessed, trying to make up for lost time as quickly as she cold. She was not ready to stop until I couldn't get it up any more and even then she tried for nearly 45 minutes before she gave up. By then I had already cum three times and she had lost track of her orgasms.

We were camped near a little stream that gave us enough water to heat for makeshift showers. By the time the caravan arrived at mid-morning, we had at least washed some of the smell of sex from our bodies and put on clothes that we had washed out and hung by the fire the night before. They were stiff and smelled of smoke but were cleaner than they had been.

Tammie and I split up, with each of us leading supply trucks to distribution locations on the east and west sides of town, while the Corps of Engineers took the heavy equipment to different spots and offloaded it so it could begin the cleanup process. I was surprised, although I know I shouldn't have been, when the people organized themselves into building teams, complete with a few foremen who laid out plans and assigned tasks to others and the rubble began moving out, leaving room for new construction or repairs to those buildings that could be salvaged.

By late afternoon, we were useless to the efforts so Tammie and I piled back into the Hummer and headed along our path. By this time, my path since leaving the city resembled a giant U turned on its side, first pointing west turning north and quickly back to the east. Within a few miles of the edge of the city, we turned north again and camped just outside the first town we would visit the following morning.

We had pitched the tent and started a fire and had water heating for our drinks. Then with dusk descending, two people walked out of the shadows into the edge of the firelight. A woman's voice called, "Hallo. Can we come warm by the fire?"

Before I could respond, Tammie said, "Sure. Come over."

The two figures moved close, pulling up a short tree branch that we had dragged in for firewood. Only when they sat back on the branch could I see that both people were females. Although it was sometimes hard to judge the ravages of war, I guessed that they were between 25 and 35, which was about as close as I wanted to narrow it.

Neither of them had gloves and they held their hands close to the flames, rubbing them together to get the circulation going again. I walked to the Hummer and scrounged up a couple more mugs. Rinsing them out, I poured hot water in all four mugs and offered the women instant coffee or tea bags. All three of them took the tea bags.

Tammie described my mission and what we had done the last couple of days, omitting our sexual exploits. The women told her that they were sisters, Emily and Celia Cornwallis, who had been displaced and were trying to find a way to make a living. They were all that remained of their family and their home had been destroyed in one of the last raids the enemy made. 

Finally I offered them MREs from our supplies and we all ate in relative silence. When I distributed treats from my bag of candies, their eyes came alive and they dove into the little chocolate bars as if it was the best thing they had ever tasted.

I had been pondering how we could help them and was really at a loss. As they ate, I explained, "The only shelter we have is this tent, one sleeping bag and a blanket. You folks can sleep in the tent with Tammie tonight and I'll stay in the Hummer. Tomorrow we'll see if we can find something for you."

Tammie jumped in, "No, hon. That is not good. I see these ladies had blanket rolls. We can all sleep in the tent tonight. It will be a bit tight but we can manage, right, girls?"

Celia giggled but both of them agreed. Tammie said, "Tom and I share his bedroll. You are welcome to arrange your blankets however you want." The women smiled knowingly at her declaration.

I burned our trash, moved the pot off the fire and added a bit more fuel to keep it burning through the night. While I was doing that, the women all moved into the tent and I gave them time to arrange the beds and get comfortable. Tammie called me when they were ready.

I moved the door flap back and stepped into the tent to see that Tammie had put the bedroll as far to the left as possible and she was right next to the outer wall. Emily and Celia had put one blanket on the ground for padding and covered with the other one, all huddled very close to the right wall.

I wasn't sure what to do but Tammie said, "Hurry up and take off those clothes, honey."

The tent made it such close quarters that I was a little embarrassed to remove my clothes under the close scrutiny of the three women ... one would be okay, two would be kinky, three was beyond any fantasy. Of course the light was dim in the tent but the light of the fire still gave enough light through the thin material of the tent that you could make out images in the low light.

Nevertheless, I took off everything but my shorts and quickly slipped under the cover that Tammie was holding up for me. I was sure the other women saw my erection, which made me uncomfortable but there was nothing I could do about it.

As I lay back, Tammie rolled so that she was partway on my chest. My hand, laying at my side, was suddenly filled with her curly bush ... she had already removed her panties. She whispered in my ear, "Why did you keep your shorts on, honey? I told Emily and Celia that we might be a little boisterous tonight. You will fuck me, won't you?"

Now how could I say not to that? I didn't. But I didn't have to do much either. With Tammie's help, I slid my shorts off and she climbed on, letting her already soaking wet pussy keep my throbbing erection warm. I looked to my right; less than eighteen inches away, Emily was resting on Celia's shoulder and both of them were watching us, wide-eyed and smiling.

If I had thought Tammie would be careful and circumspect about letting the girls see our activity, I was very mistaken. Not only did she ride me like she was on a galloping stallion but she talked plainly enough about her feelings, in explicit words, that she could have been heard at the perimeter of the camp, at least. As we both heated up, she left no doubt by tossing the blanket off and banging her bottom up and down my shaft. 

The sisters watched with rapt attention and occasionally added, "ooohh's" and "aaahhhh's."

Twice Tammie shook with the powerful sensations of an orgasm before her muscles turned to jelly and she couldn't continue. With a sigh, she rolled onto her side next to the tent wall ... just as one of the sisters asked if they could try it. I had this sort of loyalty thing for Tammie, since she was the first woman I had been intimate with since I arrived, but she whispered, "Honey, they need it just as bad as I did. Please ... make them feel good."

Even a whisper in the confines of a tent can be heard in every corner. Celia pushed their blankets out and open, inviting me between her spread legs. First I scooted down until I could plant my face in her bush and I lapped at her already soaking wet twat. I licked at her juices until she was all flesh and saliva, then nipped at her clit just once and watched her buck and scream and cum, boosting my ego immensely.

Then sliding up her lovely form, I eased my stiff probe into her soft target, hearing her softly murmuring, "mmmmmmmm" until I reached bottom and mashed our pubic regions together lewdly. She tugged her knees higher and whispered, "Fuck me hard, lover, please fuck me hard."

So, instead of working on her patiently, I began to bang her pussy hard, ramming my cock into her repeatedly until my body slapped against hers and my balls hit her ass. It only took a few minutes to bring her to another orgasm and then she begged me to do it again. It took a little longer but her reached the peak again and jumped off again. 

When Celia came down from her high, she whispered, "Do it again, baby? Please?" 

I did it. I slammed my body into her again and again until my balls convulsed and began spitting their treasure into her pussy. I groaned and kept pumping ... kept pumping ... kept pumping, gritting my teeth against the adrenaline burn that was sapping the strength from my muscles. Just as I decided that I was at the end of my rope and would have to stop, she jumped off the cliff again, screaming and squeezing me tightly with her legs, her arms, and her pussy. I was barely able to support my weight until she released me, somewhat reluctantly.

I rolled onto my back, between Celia and Emily, drenched in sweat and totally spent. I had barely settled down when Emily pressed her body to my side and her hand began to explore my flaccid cock and limp balls. She planted little kisses all around my face and upper body until my heart rate slowed and then I pulled her up until our lips met.

We didn't part for a long time as our tongues dueled like sabers in a fencing match. I felt my cock begin to stir again, ever so tentatively and Emily spun herself around until she captured my still timid tool in her warm mouth. With a little tugging from me, Emily slithered over my body, leaving her muff at my mouth. I spread her cheeks with both hands and started running my tongue along the entire length of her split, teasing her clitty, diving deep into her pussy and playing trampoline on her anus and then repeated it until she pressed her whole body down onto my face and climaxed.

No sooner had she collapsed than her hand began tweaking my nuts again. By then my cock was standing tall and throbbing, looking for a hot pussy to hide in. The lust in my brain obscured any interest in making this a slow, loving mating ... like Emily, I was only interested in achieving my next release.

She stuck her ass in the air, a rather broad bottom but nicely rounded and tapering to a fairly small waist. With her face on the blanket, I got enough of a glimpse at her open possibilities that I jumped behind her and filled her cunt with hot cock. Rubbing her round hips with both hands, I began to plow her love tunnel, slowly at first but quickly picking up speed. I shifted my left hand to her tit, kneading and tweaking her nipple, pulling us back together each time I moved out. 

I slipped two fingers of my right hand between her legs and into her crease, teasing her clit. She rewarded me with a string of orgasms while my balls tried to put together another load of cum. By the time my nuts spit my joy juice into Emily, her pussy was a steadily flowing river of hot love lava.

I collapsed onto the blanket, between Emily and Celia, breathing hard, chest heaving but feeling magnificent. I knew I would sleep well that night.

How little did I know! Seconds later, Tammie was laying stretched out along my form with her head laying on my chest. She managed to squirm both hands under herself and was fondling my genitals. As tired as I was, I thought, "There is no way!" But I was wrong again.

Celia, with an arm under my head, turned me to face her and stuck a big tit in my mouth. I began suckling like a baby. On my other side, Emily had rolled over and moved my right hand between her legs, where I soon had three fingers buried in her quim. Her hand explored my body, fingertips running lightly up my leg, down my arm, across my chest, along my neck until the old familiar tingle came back.

It was nearly dawn before we went to sleep and I was exhausted. The three girls used my cock and my tongue equally, satisfying themselves repeatedly only to come back for more soon thereafter. I even used part of a little blue pill to aid my endeavors but eventually even that wore off and I could no longer get it up. We fell asleep in a tight little knot of bodies and arms and legs, huddled together for warmth ... and love.

I was ashamed that I didn't wake up in the morning until almost high noon. However the three women were all so loving and so grateful that I decided a little sleep-in was worth it all. After sharing another meal with the ladies, Tammie and I stowed our gear and got back onto the road.

Fortunately it was a short trip to the first town but it was a total disaster when we arrived. People were trying to rebuild but there had been so many casualties and so much damage that it was heart-rending work. One of the problems with rebuilding was that, although there was an abundance of natural stone in a myriad of quarries all around the country and much of the stone that had been used in original construction was still useable, there was very little mortar and people were resorting to common mud to hold the stones together, at least in smaller residential buildings. But given the very damp climate of the country, that would not stand the test of time.

As we rode between the second and third towns on the day's itinerary, Tammie asked how I had liked last night. I could only smile and said, "It was great for me, though I would guess that it was a little less for you."

She smiled back, "Well, actually, no, it was a great night for me. I got laid, not once but three times, and I came eleven times all together so I would say it was a pretty productive night for me. And I know that Celia and Emily had absolutely no complaints when we left, except that they wish it could happen again soon."

"Yeah, me too," I replied, "but I'm afraid that's not going to happen. We still have too much ground to cover."

"Honey, it could happen every night if you wanted it to," Tammie said earnestly. "I mean, not with the same women but there are hundreds and thousands of ladies out here that would love to have what we did last night. Every night you can pick one or two to join us ... you will continue to keep me with you, won't you?"

"Of course I will. For as long as I'm here," I said, squeezing her thigh for emphasis.

Tammie grabbed my hand, swung her legs around so that her left foot was planted on the seat. She pushed my hand under her skirt at the same time her other hand was pulling her skirt up to her waist. My fingers found her wet pussy and I slid two of them as deep into her as I could.

That evening, having called in my report for the pressing need for mortar and requesting some specialized textiles manufacturing equipment from back home, I built the fire and pitched the tent while Tammie was out gathering. When she came back with a final load of wood, she was accompanied by another woman, equally loaded down with tree branches.

Tammie introduced the woman, who appeared to be in her late twenties, as Denise. Although she had some family still living, their home in the capital city had been destroyed and they were having a difficult time so they had decided to spread out and go into the surrounding areas looking for food and shelter. So far Denise had been rather unsuccessful, although she was still alive.

She accepted an MRE like a starved puppy and I gave her some of mine. When I offered her the candy after dinner, her reaction was like the others ... unbelievable surprise. She took the bars but, instead of gobbling them down, took tiny bites and savored every morsel as it slid down her throat.

We retired not long after dinner. It turned out that Tammie had asked if she would like to have sex with me and she was very eager. She joined Tammie and me in the sleeping bag and we had a great threesome: I ate both pussies, then fucked both and received some oral attentions from both as well as free offers of all the tits I could suck.

After that, every night was filled with sex with multiple partners. I didn't even have to ask them ... Tammie found them and brought them to camp ... although a couple of times during my daily work I did find a lovely woman who invited me to a secluded place and offered me her pussy. Would I take advantage of such situations? Damn straight I did! If they bared their pussies and expected to be filled, I damn sure filled them. And not one ever complained after the fact. Of course that may have been more because of their need than my prowess but hey, it worked.

I know I was taking a lot of chances. I seldom used any protection. Most of the women wanted the au natural feeling of a bare cock in their pussies and the feeling of being filled with my cum. For seventeen weeks I fucked Tammie every night, usually more than once, and one or two other ladies who changed every night.

Then came a night when I had just fucked Tammie for the third time and our guest-of-the-night, Caroline, an equal number of times. I was laying atop Tammie, only partially supporting my own weight, when Tammie whispered in my ear, "Love, I'm pregnant."

I knew I had to pay the piper sooner or later but had always hoped it would be later. The reconstruction was going well but there was still so much to do. A thousand thoughts passed through my mind in the next 60 seconds. Abortion? No! Marriage? Yes! But would she accept? Would she move back and enjoy my life with me? Who knew?

I looked down on Tammie and knew that I truly loved her. I whispered, "Tammie, I love you. Will you marry me?"

She gave me a little strange look with her nose scrunched up and said, "No."

"No? You don't love me?"

"Well, of course I love you, baby. But I'm not going to marry you just because I got knocked up."

"What will you do then?"

"Well ... if you can arrange it and you want me to, I'll go with you when you return. We can live together and see if we were meant to be together. Okay?"




After The Fighting



I thought about it for a minute, then said, "Okay. But you want me to stop screwing these other ladies, right?"

"Wrong, honey. I'm getting sex and love both. They're just getting fucked. They still need it. I don't mind as long as I'm with you. Okay?"

Tammie was a trooper. For almost all of the next 29 weeks, Tammie kept pace with me every where I went. Even when her belly was well-rounded she wanted to be useful. And she wanted to be screwed nightly. We had to modify our positions somewhat but we kept fucking, much more lovingly than before. 

But even when she had to discard her blouse in favor of one of my old t-shirts, she kept talking to women wherever we were and bringing one or two to our tent every night. By the time the baby (a bouncing baby boy) arrived, I had fucked many grateful women, including Tammie an untold number of times.

I kept thinking that the sexual gold mine would dry up but it didn't. Even with the return of more and more soldiers, there were still thousands and thousands of women without men and it seemed like a large percentage of them needed and wanted sex. I never asked a single woman to let me fuck her; either they took charge and asked me or Tammie arranged for it to happen.

Of course her routine changed immediately. I had managed to secure a supply of needs for the baby and she wanted for nothing. I looked into arranging for temporary housing for her and the baby but, after the first three days, Tammie wanted to wrap the baby and have both of them continue traveling with me. Since my job had gradually changed over the months, from food and shelter oversight to concentrating on getting their manufacturing apparatus back up to speed, I was no longer carrying as many supplies in the Hummer and we could arrange things quite nicely.

Instead of using a tent, we were by then finding newly built or rebuilt houses in the towns where I worked, often for two to four weeks at a time, so we had a more stable, more comfortable environment even if it did change regularly.

Tammie worked mostly with women through each region to develop jobs for widows or other women who had no means of supporting themselves. She put together a jobs clearing house in each town, set up one or more of the ladies with the government supplied computers and provided training on how to manage the job market in their area. Note that men never had problems finding jobs but it was a problem finding opportunities for the ladies because there was a prejudice against women working "men's jobs" throughout the country. It was a tradition that was only slowly being overcome as women proved that they could do even the most onerous tasks.

Tammie kept Little Tommie with her wherever she went, even at work. Of course she met a never-ending stream of women and the longer we were together, the more she brought home with her at night. It had started at one, gradually moved to two and then migrated to three. I had surreptitiously replenished my supply of little blue pills several times because, even though I was using only a quarter-pill per night, I was using that little aid every night.

Invariably that meant a good four hours of uninterrupted sex every night. Over time I found that the number of my nightly ejaculations was increasing, from a couple to three, four, five and then it was not unusual to have six or seven. Of course the "law of diminishing returns" played a role in how much sperm I actually produced but nevertheless it was satisfying to unload my balls that many times a night, always in a welcoming pussy.

Eventually my job was finished and the government sent me back home. Tammy and Tommie went with me and settled into life back in my home town. I changed my whole life once we were there, spending all my spare time with "my family" and finally Tammy agreed to marry me. Thirteen years later we still have a very loving relationship.

The end