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Naomi

By: scotjock1



What do you do, when the world is overrun by the dead? 

When the living are outnumbered by corpses, intent on eating them alive?

You survive.

You find like-minded survivors, band together and work together to scrap together some sort of normality together and rebuild.

That's what you have to do, but in this new world survivors are as rare as a fresh potato growing, or a fresh apple falling from the tree.

Extremely rare.

I found her less than a month after the Outbreak, she was hiding under a bed when I came storming into the empty house looking for supplies.

I must have looked terrifying, in my combats and military webbing I had stolen from a gun store, wielding a Fire Axe and wearing a military grade gas mask.

In all honesty, I didn't blame her for jumping under the bed in fear; I was either a crazy, a raider or some former soldier out to make his own path.

Either one of those three possibilities were bad news for her, so she stayed under the bed for most of the time I was emptying the house. 

Her position was given away when she coughed, most likely from dust that gathered beneath the bed.

I turned and ran from the corridor back into the bedroom where she was hiding, and it must have seemed I was coming to hurt her, but I was fearful there were raiders hiding in wait for me.

She jumped from beneath the bed, pleading with tears in her eyes and looking up at me scared shit-less.

I decided to remove my gas mask, and she calmed as I began to put her mind at rest.

"Its alright, I'm not here to hurt you. I thought the house was unoccupied, that the former residents were gone." I said putting down my axe.

She stopped crying, and wiped her tears away.

She stood at only about 5'5 in height, quite petite and small in fact but that didn't alter her beauty one bit.

She was a black beauty, with dark brown skin and short brown hair.

She wore spectacles, that gave her a quirky yet sexy appearance.

She was a mess, from moving house to house searching for shelter and food, but her jeans were now dirty and torn in places, as was her simple red top.

The dirt on her top, make the red appear a lot darker like blood.

"Listen, I'm not going to hurt you." I said pulling from my holster on my hip, my hand gun and placed it on the bedside cabinet nearby.

Her eyes watched me put the gun down, and she turned back to me.

"I'm James." I said putting my hands up in neutral pose.

She looked bewildered, as if torn between fleeing whilst I was unarmed or to speak.

"I'm... I'm Naomi." She shivered.

Naomi, a lovely name I thought to myself.

She could have only been in her thirties, maybe a mother... once.

Now she was a fellow survivor.

I nodded, and moved back away from her.

"How long have you been holed up in here?" I asked moving to the window of the room overlooking the street below outside.

There were a few zombies, or what we preferred to call them 'Walkers' for short.

"Just last night, and today." She said in a quaking voice.

I nodded, making a mental note of how many Walkers were outside.

I counted about several, but none seemed overly interested in the house we were in so I relaxed.

"No wonder most of the supplies I found were untouched." I said simply and grabbed my axe, and gun again.

Naomi breathed hard watching me.

"You're leaving?" She asked me uncertain.

I looked around the room, and in the corner was a few blankets and some empty tins of food I assumed was Naomi's rest spot since yesterday.

"Well I'm heading in the direction of Atlanta, I'm not sure that's where you're headed." I said simply, wondering what she wanted.

Naomi stood, and looked at me hard.

"I have nothing, I've been using a kitchen knife to protect myself. I can fight, if it comes to it. Take me with you, we are better traveling together." Naomi said.

I sighed, taking a few steps to the door leading out to the corridor.

I looked back and Naomi was quiet, looking at her feet and turning to go back to her corner of the room.

Something gnawed at my mind, even my heart.

If I left her here, she would soon enough be attacked by Walkers or worse, fellow humans.

She wouldn't last, nor survive.

I turned back to her.

"Grab your stuff, get it in a bag and be ready to leave here within ten minutes." I said simply, heading off to the kitchen again, to grab what was left.

I heard quick footsteps, and assumed Naomi was willing to come with me and I grabbed what little there was of tins, and fresh foods in the kitchen for supplies.

I shoved them in my bag, and threw it over my shoulder as I heard Naomi come down the stairs and stood with her own stuff, packed away.

"You ready?" I asked her, and she nodded.

Before we left the safety of the house, I handed her my handgun assuming she was better with it than me, as I was used to using the axe.

We quickly exited the house, and began making our way along the deserted back streets towards the interstate leading out of the town.

The town was desolate, like the rest of the world.

Buildings were partially destroyed, streets and roads were obstructed by abandoned cars and bodies littered the streets.

I thought maybe by the time we hit the interstate, Naomi would want to go her own way perhaps on her own journey.

But as we passed the interstate, Naomi was fast behind me following.

"Where are you from?" She asked, her voice low due to our dangerous surroundings.

"Outside Chicago." I said gently, as I climbed an overturned car blocking the interstate.

There was an eerie silence, not even the birds were chirping as I helped Naomi onto the car behind me.

She glanced around her taking in the devastation around us, burnt out cars and bodies of those who either succumbed to the attacks of the Walkers, or died naturally.

"It's going to be like this, everywhere isn't it?" She asked, looking out afield.

I nodded, mainly to myself and spoke.

"Yes, pretty much." I said low.

Naomi said nothing, and breathed hard as she followed me.

We walked for a while, at least an hour or maybe even two as we began to see afield that we were crossing into heavier countryside.

We could see some farm houses, but we had to avoid them for the moment as any Walkers could be in the area, attracted to the structure in hoping there were humans.

Naomi was still quiet, and I was worried, perhaps she hadn't seen as much as we had since meeting and it was affecting her.

A damaged mind, was far worse than a bruise.

I could see around us there was fencing, and we were protected.

I couldn't see any Walkers approaching from afar, and even if they did we would see them in plenty of time and the fencing would stop them briefly.

I sighed, and leaned against a tree we were near and pulled from my own bag, a bottle of water.

The water was boiled, and bottled.

I didn't trust drinking from any sink or tap now, especially since it could have been tainted with blood or feces, that were infected.

It was also why I boiled any water not bottled already, and sealed.

I took only four mouthfuls of the water, to conserve it and held it out for Naomi to have a drink of it.

She slowly took it from my hand, her eyes on mine still weary.

"Relax, I'm not gonna snatch it from you as you have a drink of it. I promise." I said trying to put her at ease.

Naomi took a small mouthful, and then one large one before handing it out to me.

She wiped her mouth with her palm.

Naomi watched me seal the bottle and put it back in my bag, and then she spoke gently.

"Where do we go from here, its going to be night soon." She stated.

I looked around, we didn't have many options.

I spotted a farm house, but afar in most of the directions of the structure I saw Walkers wandering aimlessly around.

"That's pretty much our only option, we can't get caught out in the open at night. We'll be ambushed too easily." I said, and began to walk towards the farm house.

Naomi began to follow me, and spoke.

"I guess there won't be a working shower in there?" She asked heatedly.

I smiled, I had to admit I liked her voice.

"I doubt it, but I can spare a cup or two of our water you can wash with. Hopefully there are clean women clothes inside, you can change into." I said in a friendly tone.

Naomi said nothing, as we eventually made it to the house's front door.

It was locked, a good sign considering there were no signs of Walkers forcing their way inside.

I checked the lock from the inside, it wasn't tampered with or damaged in any way.

"Seems safe enough, let's get inside." I said stepping in.

Naomi followed, and as she stepped inside past me I closed the door behind us.

I activated all three locks on the door from the inside, and now we had to choose a room and if clear we could hole up there for the night.

"Room from room, stay behind me. I need to make sure the house is safe for us to travel around it." I said gripping my fire axe in hand, ready to strike any Walkers inside.

Room to room we went.

Kitchen was clear, as was the lounge.

Apart from an overturned chair in the lounge, it was clear enough for us and we next went upstairs.

Room from room we continued, even into the bathroom upstairs which was clear except for a bloody smear on the marble floor. It looked to be a misshaped palm print.

It was unsettling, but we had found no Walkers within, nor even any corpses.

"It seems clear." I said, dropping my axe to my side.

"Pick a room, we'll hole up in there for the evening." I said to Naomi, next to me.

Naomi nodded, and pointed to a door ajar and within we could both see a large double bed, within the room.

I nodded, and entered it as it was the first room we cleared when we came up the stairs.

Naomi crossed the room to the window and looked out through the curtains, as I closed the door of the room and locked it from the inside.

"You sleep first, I'll watch the door." I said finding in the corner of the room, facing the door I had a full overview of the room, and could respond to any threat.

I sat in the chair, holding my axe as I kept my eyes on the room door.

Naomi hadn't moved to the bed, to lay down and continued to look at me.

"That's not fair on you, we should share the watch. You will be too tired, to be able to function." Naomi tried to negotiate with me.

I had to admit she was stubborn, but I agreed.

"Alright, I'll take first watch for two hours. I'll wake you up when its your turn." I said gently.

Naomi nodded, and standing near the bed she took off her red top without warning. I quickly averted my eyes, in respect as I saw her bra come into view against her beautiful brown skin.

"Am I so ugly to look at?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder at me as she opened the large closet against the wall searching for clean clothing.

I was now looking at the dull, bland wall to avoid looking at her.

"Far from it, you are quite beautiful even. I just want to show you respect." I said gently, emphasizing the first few words I said.

Naomi smiled I think, and a few seconds later found a simple women's white vest in the closet, and pulled it over her head and on herself.

"Some clothes in here, slightly larger than my size. Must have been a couple that lived here, they must have fled for safety." Naomi observed, turning to me, now wearing the clean white vest, that shone against her dark, exotic skin tone and the torn jeans on her legs.

"I doubt that." I said gently, now turning to her fully since she was dressed.

"Why?" She asked me, confused.

"That smear mark in the bathroom, it was a bloody palm print. Either they were attacked, and escaped from this house another route instead of the front door or, one of the couple became infected and attacked the other." I said simply, gripping the handle of the axe more firmly.

Naomi looked around the room, and I watched her wrap her arms around her protectively, as what I said sunk in.

"I'm sorry, I know it's the truth... but I should never just throw it at you, like I just did." I said apologizing.

Naomi swung her head gently.

"No it's alright, better the hard truth than a lie to make me feel better." She added.

I nodded, and watched as she lifted the clean covers on the bed up, and slid under them wrapping them around her.

Outside it was dusk, a warm orange light came through the curtains of the window, but the room was dark without any lights or electricity.

I could hear the gentle breathing, that indicated Naomi was sleeping away.

I kept hold of the axe, and watched the door.

Hour flew by, only a few moans and groans from outside from Walkers, so I assumed they weren't aware of our presence in here.

By morning, I could hear the birds outside chirping, and new day light would be breaking soon.

I stood, still nothing from outside to signal our presence had been found.

I decided to take a more, in-depth search of the property, perhaps find some more weapons.

I slowly stood from the chair, trying to not wake Naomi.

I made my way over to the door, and gently opened it.

There was no sounds, no intruders, I could stay on the top floor of the building in case Walkers did force their way inside, making for Naomi's room.

I went from the spare bedroom, which was empty to a closet that was ajar on the stairwell landing.

I slowly approached it, with my axe in hand in case the residents of the property were inside the closet.

I slowly pushed open the closet, and with a small flashlight I kept with me, I turned it on and the light illuminated the closet.

The closet was partly empty, other than some bottles of cleaning liquids you would find around the house.

I was about to give up on the closet, when on one of the shelves I saw a metallic case about the size of a TV's front screen pushed to the back.

I pulled it loose, and free turning around I laid it on the floor, using my flashlight to illuminate it.

I opened the case, it wasn't locked nor bolted closed.

I opened it, and inside surprised and stunned me.

A mild length pump-action shotgun, Remington in make and a small 32. Revolver. 

There were two boxes of ammunition alongside both weapons within the case, a box of shells for the shotgun, and bullets for the revolver.

This was a find, I assumed the owners of the house were not gun owners, but this surprise was good for us.

I closed the case, and carried it with me, entering the room Naomi was inside sleeping.

I stepped into the room, closing the door behind me. 

I sat back down in the chair, and opened the case on my lap.

I removed both weapons, putting them aside, leaning up against the chair.

I took the revolver, and quietly loaded the gun with six bullets.

Putting it aside, I did the same with the shotgun shoving several shells into the chamber, and cocking back the pump on it.

I could hear Naomi moaning in her sleep, and I gently stopped what I was doing to not wake her.

As her labored breathing slowed once more, I slowly checked both firearms again, keeping my ears open to the sounds outside.

I didn't want the Walkers coming in on us, as Naomi slept and I was too busy checking the new weapons we had.

I continued to check the weapons for the next hour, making sure they dry-fired, and reloaded them again and again, becoming accustomed to them.

Eventually the day light outside began streaming through the curtains, and I could hear Naomi stir in her bed.

Slowly she raised herself from the bed, and Naomi's eyes opened gently looking around the room.

"Hey." I smiled gently at her, as her eyes focused on me.

Naomi focused her eyes once more, and forced a bleak smile that faded quickly.

"You bastard, you were supposed to wake me up to take my watch." She sighed angrily, rubbing her eyes with her palms.

I looked at her, she was waking up fast.

"I did a sweep of the house as you slept, found two more guns and ammo for them." I said, waving my hand to the revolver and shotgun at my side.

"That don't change shit, you were supposed to wake me. If were gonna travel together, we have to work together." Naomi barked angrily at me, her eyes aflame.

I put my arms up to silence her.

"Keep it fucking down will you! the Walkers ain't aware that we're in here but they soon will be if they hear you." I said sternly.

We both went silent, opening our ears to any, and all sounds around us.

The Walkers gave off grunting, and groaning sounds if they became excited and if you heard that, best to run as far as you could away from them.

There was low moaning, and it was growing louder.

"Shit, they can sense us. Grab your stuff now, we need to get out of here. Move!" I ordered her, shoving the weapons into my duffel bag and we left the room scrambling. I decided to keep the loaded revolver in my hand however, just in case.

We were both panting as we literally jumped three steps at a time down to the ground floor, and then we heard it.

CRASH!

I snapped my head in the direction of the front door, and the panes of glass around the door were broken and hands, bloody and torn were reaching through towards us.

"Move it! To the back door!" I screamed, my voice hoarse and hot.

Naomi was running through the rooms, of the back of the house towards the patio.

As she ran I followed her, a loud crashing noise came from her right and I saw her halt abruptly and to her right two Walkers came reaching for her.

"Get back from them!" I shouted to her, as around us the entire house was aloud with breaking glass from all points of entry, and we had to be fast.

I brought the revolver up to bear on the two Walkers, one of the two missing most of it's face and torso jumped at Naomi.

As quickly as I could I unloaded a single shot at the Walker's forehead, splattering the wall behind Naomi with gore.

I turned the revolver back onto the second, and final Walker coming down on us.

It was a woman, missing most of her face too and her right arm.

I gritted my teeth, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet struck the Walker in the forehead, and she slumped to the floor unmoving.

"Keep moving now!" I barked at Naomi once more, as she seemed stuck to the ground she stood on, not moving.

She didn't budge, I grabbed her by her arm roughly and pulled her along with me as I took a final look over my shoulder.

From the front door, the wooden door caved in from the weight upon it from the Walkers outside.

It came crashing down inside the house, with splintering wood and more glass breaking.

About four Walkers began to enter the house at a slow pace, I turned back and we ran for the patio door.

I hit it first, mainly out of the speed I was running I couldn't brake in time.

I opened the door as fast as I could, hitting the latch on it so hard my hand quickly began to sting in pain.

We were soon out of the house, onto the wooden patio and we scrambled off of it onto the grass.

"Run, keep going!" I ordered her, as I was no longer in my normal thinking. I tore open the duffel bag, throwing the revolver inside. I pulled from it the Remington shotgun.

I swung the duffel bag back around my shoulders, out of my way and cocked the shotgun pulling on the pump of it, entering the shotgun shell into the barrel.

I aimed it at the patio door we had just come through, whilst as carefully as I could I backed away following Naomi.

"Come on, you fucking dead bastards." I grunted to myself, aiming my shotgun at the first Walker coming out of the patio door.

I fired, and the shot spread striking the Walker in the face, upper torso and arms.

The pellets didn't penetrate the skull of the fucking thing, and I knew it was still coming for me.

I pulled on the pump hard, ejecting the shotgun cartridge from the breech into the air.


Naomi



Welcome to Midland, a nice quaint mid-sized city in the heart of America. Housewives and blue collar workers, a few big buildings to gaze at, and the few opulent citizens make Midland the very picture of suburbia. The people of Midland are its greatest asset and today we will look in on 18 year old Naomi Tagama, a studious young woman with a very interesting story indeed...

"Damn it!" Exclaimed the young Asian girl as she slammed her books into the lunchroom table.

"What's your malfunction Omi?" 

"Yeah what crawled up your ass?"

Gazing at her friends Daisy and Jenna respectively, Naomi almost couldn't resist the temptation to lash out and berate her friends for not taking her mini-tantrum seriously enough. Cooley she sat down as they giggled at their jokes and the furious face their petit Asian friend was making.

"Oh my god she's gonna blow up, look she's turning read like a volcano," said Jenna as she nudged Daisy in the arm with her elbow.

Realizing the seriousness of the situation Daisy ignored her amused friend and approached Naomi across the table with a sincere thought-felt question.

"Naomi babe what's wrong really, you look mad enough to burst a blood vessel."

"That ass hole Mr. Nobles refuses to round my grade up. I have an eighty-nine point five but he says that it's not in his policy to round and shit. I hate him! He's a pervert and I swear my grades rise and fall with what I wear in that damn class. He constantly stares at me. He's really fucking up my program, I have a perfect four point 0 and I'm not going to let him take it from me that easy, clearly he doesn't know who he's fucking with."

Astounded at the rolling exclamation laid upon them the two friends stared at Naomi perplexed until finally Jenna asked, "So what are you going to do? If it's not in his policy to round he doesn't have to Omi."

"Yeah sounds like you're S.O.L. babe," agreed Daisy.

"Yeah, I know, but I got two periods to figure this out I will not let that bastard ruin my graduation."

With that Naomi got up from the table and gathered her things and left the lunchroom to concoct a plan to get a rise out of Mr. Nobles...

***

It was five minutes after the last bell rang when Naomi knocked on Mr. Nobles' door. 

"Come in please," answered a deep mellow voice as Naomi opened the door. "Ah Ms. Tagama, nice to see you again today, and how may I help you?" 

Turning back to the stack of papers on his desk Mr. Nobles did not fully take in the scantily clad senior now leaning over his desk. Naomi had taken off her bra and unbuttoned her shirt enough to allow ample cleavage to show. Her skirt now rode up her legs and her bare midriff showed enough skin to gain membership to the school's rip club.

Getting close to Mr. Nobles' head Naomi whispered, "Well Mr. Nobles I've been thinking about my grade and I have found a way for you to give me a higher grade in the class."

At that astounding statement Gerald Nobles began speaking, "Now Ms. Tagama we've already went over my grade policy..." said Mr. Nobles as he raised his head to engage his student he'd stopped mid-sentence as he realized the state of the situation.

"No Mr. Nobles see I've noticed you watching me and I've noticed how my grades reflect how much you flirt with me and how much I reciprocate," and then she leaned right into Mr. Nobles' ear and whispered in her sexiest voice, "And I think that we can make a fair exchange, my A, for what you really want out of me."

"Well Naomi I don't think that's appropri..."

"Cut the shit Mr. Nobles how would anyone know," interjected the nearly exposed Asian teenager. "Think about it Teach who would know? What I'm offering you is something you've always wanted, me and my tight pussy. So what's it gonna be Teach, all I'm suggesting is an even exchange. I mean what could be wrong with that?"

Mr. Nobles was astonished that his beautiful pupil was approaching him with this proposal. Flabbergasted, he was even more stunned as the teen advanced behind his desk and dropped to her knees. Attempting to protest Reginald stood long enough to expose his belt buckle to Naomi, allowing her to undo his belt buckle.

Complaining as he was pushed into his chair with his pants around his ankles, Mr. Nobles couldn't deny his feelings as his boxers began to tent. 

"See Mr. Nobles you won't say anything, but your body says you agree with me."

Namoi freed her teachers rigid cock from its fabric prison and began to kiss it, lick it, and place the mushroom head in hear mouth. Between licking his shaft and tounging her squirming, moaning, and pleased teacher, Naomi asked.

"So do you still think this is wrong Mr. Nobles, or do you want me to keep sucking your tasty cock?"

"This couldn't be more right you conniving slut. You say you knew I wanted to fuck you, and yet you continued to tease me dressing like you do in class. I'm gonna fuck you hard for that, yes ma'am you're gonna earn that A. You're gonna sure as hell earn that A," grunted her teacher through clenched teeth.

As Naomi swirled the black dick around her mouth, Mr. Nobles kept mumbling about Naomi earning her A. Using her hand and her mouth to piston up and down the chocolate shaft of her teachers dick, Naomi moaned and slathered saliva and redistributed Mr. Nobles' pre-cum all over his pubes leaving no stone unturned. 

"That's it Omi, isn't that what they call you huh? Omi... suck my dick... take it all in your mouth... show me you deserve your precious A."

"Like this Mr. Nobles you like my little tiny mouth... on your big black dick like this huh? Do you wanna... fuck me Mr. Nobles? You wanna dick me... don't you? You have yellow fever for me? You wanna feel... how tight... I am when I'm on top or do you want to... fuck me from behind like a dog in heat?

Unable to take it anymore Mr. Nobles raised the teenager off her knees and laid her back onto the top of his desk, throwing all of the test finals, and papers onto the floor. Mr. Nobles ripped off Naomi's button down shirt and eyed the amazing body on his desk. Lust filled, he began to assert himself. Eyes glistening as he devoured the petite Asian's b cups, with his wide tongue. Raising her skirt to reveal Naomi's panty less bald pussy, Mr. Nobles guided his moist dick into the heated, awaiting teenager. 

"Oh yes! Fuck me Mr. Nobles! Fuck me hard with your big black dick. You're so big, you fill me up so much, abuse me, use me Teach!"

"Stop with that Teach shit Ms. Omi. From now on you'll refer to me as... Mr. Nobles. Furthermore you'll earn that A today, but you best believe you'll earn it... now take this dick."

With that the teacher began to pump the student in hard thrusts. Pulling all but his dick head out, and slamming back into the burgeoning woman. Pulling on her thighs to add more pleasure pain to each thrust, Mr. Nobles palmed one of the bouncing, high yellow, tits in his hand and played with the his student's perky breast. Thrusting all the while, Mr. Nobles began to communicate.

"Do you like.., how I'm fucking you hard, little girl? Do you like how I'm pounding... your sweet little cunt?"

"Oh Mr. Noble it hurts so good. I already... came, and I'm gonna cum again. Your big black dick is magic. I've never been fucked... like this before."

"I know, you've never had it like this," the man behind the dick replied, as he slammed his dick back into tight hole, "You'll never have it like this again in your life." Mr. Nobles began to pound the velvet hole faster, producing grunts and groans from the girl sprawled on his desk. His nuts slapped her ass every time he drove deeper into his fuck. Sweating Mr. Nobles again sped up his rhythm, pounding harder with each thrust, causing the desk to wobble on its four legs. Driving deeper. He began to produce deep moans from both he and Naomi. Harder. Naomi's head began to float in every direction as she began to grit her teeth, and beg her teacher to fuck her harder still. Deeper. The young girl's body began to convulse. Harder. 

Naomi's neck became rigid and tears began to roll down her cheeks. Harder. Mr. Nobles began to pull on the desk for extra leverage as he attempted to make his pupil earn her A. Deeper. Feeling a familiar sensation in his loins, Mr. Nobles drove harder and deeper into Naomi's now abused pussy. Harder. With one last angry thrust Mr. Nobles began to unload inside the young girl. After some spurts he took his erupting dick out you the young yellow girl's twat, and deposited the rest of his seed between her hole and belly button. Finally, finished spraying cum on the teenager Mr. Nobles pulled his pants up and viewed his handiwork. 

"Your grades should be in the mail in two to three weeks. Close the door when you leave, and remember this is strictly confidential," he said to the still dazed teenager. Mr. Nobles exited his office and walked to his car, satisfied with himself. As Naomi lay there drenched in sweat and cum regaining her strength.

***

Three weeks later Naomi received her grades in the mail, she could not help but smirk at most deserved A displayed by Mr. Nobles' name.



Naomi and Kristy



NAOMI AND KRISTY

Being the gardener for rich people had its perks. Sure the pay was awful and the hours were long but the view alone was worth it. Not the view of the yards though, but rather of the pampered housewives. Always needing the newest and best stuff, especially plastic surgery, they were gorgeous. 

I handled 10 houses going up Shafter Street in the nicest part of town, not a bad gig for a 19 year old part time college student. When the last house on the street, what was soon to become my 11th house on the street, was still under construction I talked to the contractor and had him pass my name along to the future owners as somebody who could handle their gardening needs. 

Luckily, very luckily as it would turn out, the husband was lazy and jumped at the chance to have the yard look nice without actually having to do any real work besides signing a check.

My first day tending the house was a ridiculously hot and muggy Friday in mid August. When the temperature reached 118 degrees I was about ready to call it quits when the woman of the house came out with a glass of orange juice. 

This was my first time meeting Naomi, and I was speechless. At 5'7" she was a knock out. Dark curly brown hair that went to just below her shoulders with blonde highlights, a round cute face like a playboy model with a little mole, the sexy kind not the hair weird kind, on her left cheek. 

Her body was amazing. For 29 she was in better shape than most high school cheerleaders. A 32 C breast, a tight mid section, and a round ass that stuck out from her body just enough that you had to notice it. Looking at her I immediately became hard, which was a little embarrassing since I was wearing gym shorts and my full 7" was at attention. 

She smiled a little bashfully when she saw my obvious erection and, leaving the drink on a table, went back inside. I was so distracted thinking about her I worked 2 more hours without noticing the heat hoping to get another glimpse at her. Luck wasn't with me, because eventually I ran out of work to do and had to leave.

************

After working another 3 weeks there without a glimpse I caught sight of her again, sitting pool side in a black string bikini. She was asleep so I took the time to examine her body before she woke up. I looked for all the tell tale marks but there were no signs that she'd had plastic surgery of any kind, she was just blessed with this body.

I heard someone walking around the side yard toward the back and quickly rushed across the yard and began working. I looked up in time to see Kristy enter through the side gate. 

Kristy, Naomi's sister, as I would find out later, was another gorgeous woman. At 27 years old and 5'6" with long straight blonde hair, she could easily have been a model. She had high cheek bones and a flawless face. 

Her body was lean and tight. With B breasts she was slightly smaller in that area than Naomi but it fit her body well. Her ass though was magnificent. Tight and round, it ate up the skimpy bathing suit bottom she was wearing, leaving me with an almost unobstructed view of her creamy white ass.

"Oh, I didn't know anyone else was gonna be back here" she said, while waking Naomi.

"Oh, never mind him, he's just the gardener" Naomi replied, awake now.

Just the gardener??? I thought. Great, just another rich snob who looked down on the workers. No way she looked that good without being full of herself. I hate arrogant, self-entitled people.

"We're going for a swim, you can go do the front yard now" she said dismissively.

"Ok" I replied drily, and went on my way. 

As I worked on the front though 2 thoughts fought for dominance in my mind. A: How much I dislike arrogant people and B: How unbelievably sexy Naomi and Kristy were.

Before leaving I decided I wanted to do something, say something, to show her I wasn't going to put up with attitude, but when I rounded the corner to the back to see them sun bathing whatever I was gonna say evaporated from my mind. I said I was done and turned to leave but before I got far Naomi called me back.

"We won't be needing you the next 2 weeks, John is leaving town tomorrow and he doesn't want you coming over till he gets back."

"That's fine" I said, fuming. What a bitch. That's how she breaks to me that I won't have a job there for 2 weeks?! I was pissed.

I can't be there because he doesn't want me around without him there? What a bunch of crap! What am I gonna do, fuck her while he's away?! Actually, that's not a half bad idea.

**********

I waited down the block from Naomi's house for 20 minutes after she left at 5 the next Friday, just in case she forgot something and had to come back. After 20 minutes I figured I was safe so I grabbed my bag of goodies and walked up the front steps.

Another one of the perks of being the gardener is getting keys to the houses and all the security codes to the ones that have pools. Most pool equipment is locked up and secured by the same system used on the house so to do my job properly I need the codes to the alarm and a key to the door.

I let myself in and made myself at home. I walked around for a while just looking at stuff. Eventually I made my way to the master bedroom and began poking around. 

I found her lingerie in the top drawer of her dresser. Lots of lacey skimpy bras with matching thongs and g-strings. Either she really liked red or her husband did because 1/3 of it was some shade of red or maroon.

Very horny now I pulled out a back sheer g-string and standing by her bed jacked off into the crotch of it. After shooting my jizz into it I folded it back up and put it back in a somewhat neat pile.

I next inspected the master bed. It had a huge head board and foot made of what looked like solid cherry wood inlaid with decorative pieces of sturdy wrot iron. Perfect for my purposes. 

I opened the bag I brought and set out my supplies on the bedside table. A large scary looking knife that I had dulled to prevent unfortunate accidents, a bag of metal alligator clips, plenty of zip-ties and rope, handcuffs, and a selection of large vibrators. Naomi was in for a night of fun.

**********

I walked around, watched TV, and otherwise killed time for the 4 hours Naomi was gone. When I saw the headlights of her car sweep into the long driveway I peeked out the window to make sure there were no surprises. There was a surprise though, a huge one. In the passenger seat of the car was Kristy! 

At first I panicked, I hadn't planned for Naomi having company! But as my mind whirled I realized what a blessing this was. Kristy, another young sexy stuck up bitch, was here for my taking as well! 

Quickly changing my plans for how it would go I rushed to turn the alarm back on and then raced to Naomi's room where I gathered everything back up into my bag and at the last second as they were coming inside dove under her bed with the bag.

"Thanks for staying with me Kristy, I don't like staying alone, it gives me the creeps. I know nothing is gonna happen it just feels more secure with you here."

"Not a problem Nay, it gives me an excuse to spend a week away from the ass hole brother of yours."

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. If I'd known you were a cool person I would have warned you away."

The idiotic banter went on for a few more minutes while I listened calmly from under the bed. Finally when I couldn't stand listening to their blathering on any more Kristy announced:

"Well I'm pretty tired so I'll probably just jump in bed, night."

"Yeah me too, goodnight, see you in the morning" Naomi replied.

True to her word Naomi walked into her room and Kristy headed off down the hall toward the guest bedroom I'd looked at earlier. Closing her door, Naomi quickly stripped out of her tight jeans and top and pulled on a loose t-shirt. 

Apparently content to sleep in just that and her blue thong underwear she got into bed and in less than 10 minutes I heard her breath level out as she fell asleep. I waited another half hour to be sure and then slid out. She looked peaceful under the covers. That was soon to change.

I decided to deal with Kristy first. I crept silently down the hall to the guest room where I listened at the door for any sound that might indicate she was still up. Nothing. Quietly I opened the door ready to dive at her if she was still awake. She wasn't. 

Unlike Naomi she didn't even bother with the t-shirt. She slept in the underwear she'd been wearing, a black g-string and matching bra. The room was warm and she laid on top of the covers on her side with glorious ass towards the door. 

Gently I pushed her over on her face, rousing her slightly. Before she could do anything though I was on top of her, pressing her face into the pillows and silencing any screams. 

With my knee in her back I roughly pulled her arms behind her back and zip-tied them together. I grabbed a pair of socks that was lying on her overnight bag and turned her over, quickly forcing them into her mouth, silencing any cries for help she may been planning.

I pulled out the knife and held it in Kristy's face.

"Now here's exactly how this is gonna work. You do what I say, when I say, how I say, or Naomi is gonna die. I'm gonna slit her throat and make you make as she dies. And then you're next. Understand?"

She nodded that I was being clear as tears began to slide down her pretty face and a look of pure terror settled in.

"Good girl. Now we are gonna go to the other room. If you decide to do something stupid, dumb, or foolish just remember that Naomi dies first. Got it?"

She nodded again, more vigorously this time.

I pulled her up by the zip-ties and then roughly walked her to Naomi's room. I held my finger to my lips telling her to stay silent. I reopened the door and moved her to a chair sitting in the corner.

"Stay there" I whispered forcefully, waving the knife in her face.

I walked to the side of the bed Naomi was laying and roughly grabbed the top of the blankets and the sheets and pulled everything off the bed entirely, leaving Naomi uncovered and startled. Before she could act I had the knife at her throat and my hand over her mouth. I turned her head so she was looking at Kristy sitting pitifully in the corner and gave my little speech/threat to Naomi.

You do something stupid and Kristy is gonna pay for it first. It was very effective. 

I stood up and moved away from the bed. When Naomi caught a glimpse of me in the faint light she was shocked.

"YOU!" she stated incredulously.

"Yeah, me." I stated calmly. "And just so you don't have to worry about learning what my actual name is you can just call me Sir."

She swallowed hard. "What do you want? Jewelry, my car, money?"

"No, my desires are far simpler than that. All I want is you. Oh and you too Kristy", I said turning to look at her, "don't think I forgot about you. And I'm gonna have what I want." 

Naomi sat in silence. After a few moments to let everything set in for her I told her to get up. I went over to Kristy and had her get up too. I cut Kristy's bonds and ordered her to stand by Naomi at the foot of the bed.

"Take off your clothes, all of them."

After a few moments hesitation I stated forcefully "I'm only gonna tell you to do something once and then there is gonna be punishment. Now MOVE!"

Quick to obey they both began to remove what little consisted of their clothes. In only a few seconds they both stood before me naked.

Naomi's nipples were slightly darker than her tan skin and very puffy. Her breasts sat high of her chest without any support. Her pussy was shaved clean and I could see her swollen lips clearly in the low light I'd turned on.

Kristy was creamy white with very dark nipples that were at least an inch long and hardening in the cold air. Her bush was trimmed into a California strip of blonde almost white hairs.

"Kristy I like a clean pussy, go into the bathroom and shave all the hair off."

Stunned for a few seconds she just stood there before hustling to the bathroom. I heard her looking through the cabinets and then the water running and in less than 2 minutes she returned with a clean pussy ready for inspection. 

All the while Naomi stood with her head hung in shame at standing in her own bedroom naked. The tears running down her cheeks didn't make me feel sympathy so much as it turned me on to see the power I had over this very sexy bitch.

"Naomi, answer this truthfully or there will be serious consequences for Kristy. Have you ever had your pussy eaten?"

With her head hung in silence for several long seconds she finally sobbed out:

"No"

"What's that Naomi? I can't hear you. Am I down there on the floor? Answer the question fully, and don't forget what my name is. Come on now, nice and loud."

"No, I have not had my p...p...pussy eaten...Sir."

"I didn't think so. How about you Kristy?"

Obviously embarrassed but smart enough to learn Naomi's lesson and answer honestly she looked at me and said:

"Yes, I've had my p...pussy e...e...eaten, Sir."

"I figured you did, you seem like a little whore. Well Naomi I have good news for you, there's a first time for everything. Get on the bed."

I had Naomi get on the bed at the top and open her legs wide, putting her pussy on display. Then to both surprises I had Kristy get on her hands and knees with her ass in the air and legs spread and put face into Naomi's crotch.

"Okay, here's how this is gonna work. Kristy, I'm gonna eat your pussy out, and you're gonna eat Naomi's. The key is though, that I want you to do to Naomi's pussy exactly what I do to yours. 

"And just to be sure you are not faking, Naomi is gonna say out loud exactly what you are doing to her pussy. Got it?"

They both hesitantly nodded their heads.

"Good. Let's start. Oh and Naomi two things 1: Your hands are to rub your nipples and tits the whole time, they are never allowed to come off. And 2: I want to hear the correct terms. This is your pussy, your pussy lips, and your clit. Any slip-ups are gonna be very bad for Kristy."

Kneeling at the foot of the bed I pressed my face to Kristy's crotch. I ran my tongue up her slit as Naomi began narrating.

"Her tongue is on my...pussy lips. She is licking up and down, up and down. She is slowly parting my lips with her tongue. She is sliding her tongue up and down the inside of my pussy."

As it went along Naomi got more comfortable with the terms as the pleasure I was giving to both her Kristy began to build. I looked between Kristy's thighs to see Naomi vigorously rubbing her tits and pinch and pulling on her nipples.

"She's licking my clit! Her tongue if rubbing up and down on my clit quickly. She's sucking on my clit! She has my clit in her mouth!"

So far Kristy had done everything as she should have, no slip-ups anywhere. In fact they both were getting into it seriously. Moans came from Kristy and Naomi as Kristy shoved her pussy into my face deeper and Naomi did the same to Kristy. 

Suddenly I pulled back altogether to see what would happen. To my delight Kristy kept going and Naomi kept narrating!

"She's tonguing deep into my pussy. She's nibbling on my clit again! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

I stuck my tongue back into Kristy and swirled inside her deeply several times as I felt her strong thighs flex against my head. She was about to orgasm as well!

"OH FUCKKKKK!!" Naomi suddenly cried out as she came in Kristy's face.

"Lick it up Kristy, suck it up!"

Kristy not only complied willingly but the moment brought on her own orgasm and I was sucking her juices down too.

Kristy, finally finished with a massive orgasm, rolled over onto her back and absent mindedly. Began didling herself with 2 fingers.

Still unfinished myself I walked around to the head of the bed where Naomi sat delirious and panting I pulled down my pants and dragged her off the bed and onto her knees in front of me. I put my cock in her mouth and she immediately and eagerly began sucking.

Before long I was at my climax but instead of shooting off I stopped and told Naomi:

"I'm gonna cum and when I do I want you to hold it in your mouth. Don't let it spill out and don't swallow."

With that I pumped a few more times and finally shot my load into her mouth in 3 steamy bursts.

"Come here Kristy, Naomi has a little present for you."

Kristy came over and got on her knees.

"Lean over so Naomi can give it to you."

Without further prodding she leaned under Naomi and opened her mouth as Naomi let's my jizz spill out and into Kristy's mouth. 

Kristy swallowed everything that made it into her pretty little mouth though some spilled down her tits as well and a little onto her lap.

"Look at that, you made a mess Naomi, clean it up. And not with your hands."

Naomi, quickly getting the picture, leaned down and sucked the semen off Kristy's tits.

"I think there's some on her pussy too, don't wanna miss that do you?"

Kristy very willingly laid back as Naomi even more willing leaned down to lick at her pussy using the same techniques used on her only minutes before. 

As she did I stood over them pumping on my already re-inflated cock. As Kristy came again so did I, blasting them both with my sticky cum, getting it in their long hair and all over their bodies.

Both of them now exhausted from the exercise they laid on the ground next to each other, Naomi with her fingers in her pussy slowly rubbing.

"Nice job ladies. Very nice. Get a little rest, because I've got more planned for in the morning."

With that I left with their phones and locked the door. When I looked back they both lying on the carpet next to each other, coated in my semen.

Yeah, gardening had its perks.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Naomi at the Beach



Naomi and I met at work. She was 10 years younger. While educated with high morals, her sexuality was explosive. She was about as open as they come, which intimidated me in the beginning. After a while, I began to find it incredibly arousing. While having sex, I started nudging her to tell me about previous encounters, which she was more than anxious to do. One of her favorite subjects was a long-time fuck buddy. She told me great detail of how he would drop by at just the right times for nothing but a hard sweaty fuck, fill her with warm cum, and leave her to dream of the event. While I am barely 6 inches and basic girth, listening to her describe being rammed by a monster cock while I was sliding furiously in and out of her oozing muff made my heart race uncontrollably.

One of my favorite memories is of a beach trip. It was spring break, and fairly chilly. We fantasized about wild sex as we planned the trip, to fuel the anticipation. The vacation started on the way in the car. After a few hours of driving, I was bored and excited. Thinking about events to come had my blood pressure off the charts. We loved to surprise each other, so without notice I slid my swollen cock from the leg of my shorts and started stroking. She loved to sit and watch me pleasure myself. The more I stroked, the more she squirmed. After only a few minutes, she spread her legs to show me how drenched her shorts were. As she smiled, she reached in her shorts and shoved two fingers in her wet hole with a deep groan. As she removed her hand, I could see her glistening fingers from all her wetness. Seeing her fingers covered in hot sticky creme was more than I could bare. As she licked them clean, I exploded in a fountain that felt as though it would never stop. I tried to clean myself up while keeping the car between the lines, while Naomi removed her shorts. Within only a moment she was completely bare from the waist down, both legs propped on the dash, finishing herself off with her favorite vibrator. I knew this was just the beginning of a wonderful weekend.

On our first evening, we noticed a strip club near the condo. It was too cold for the beach, or even our favorite beach bar, so I hinted at stopping in. She seemed eager, which was exciting in itself. We spent several hours drinking beer and building anxieties. I teased her, half kiddingly, about buying her a lap dance. Her grin told me she liked the idea, but she always said no thanks. I could tell she really enjoyed the view. We had not eaten a bite all afternoon, so the alcohol was hitting us hard. In a flash, I began to fear our drive to the condo, so we headed out. I hardly remember the journey, and wonder how we made it safely. Once back safely in our room, we both stripped quickly and fell into bed. The crazy sex we had been working up to all evening was now very unlikely, simply due to alcohol excess. I went out for one last smoke before passing out and began to think about the evening's events. How Naomi seemed to get really excited watching the girls dance. 

When I returned from the patio, I saw her through the barely open door spread wide on the bed and her fingers buried deep in her swelled lips. I stroked myself and watched for only a moment. I wanted so badly to keep watching, since I had always fantasized about this, but could not control my urge to fuck her hard. Not a word was said as I entered the room, climbed on, and slid my shaft all the way in with one smooth determined thrust. I drilled her hard for a few minutes. After she got her breath, she whispered to me and asked what suddenly got me so excited. As I slid out and eased down to bury my face in her gushing warmth, I described how the afternoon and evening had turned me on. I began licking her clean, describing how I liked seeing the dancers excite her. The more I talked, the more she soaked me, herself, and the sheets. As my tongue massaged her engorged button, I told her to imagine I was one of those girls giving her a masterful workout. "I bet you've done that before," I said. She nodded yes with a huge grin, tilted her head back, grabbed my hair and grinded my tongue to a screaming orgasm.

I crawled back up to finish the deep hard thrusting I had started earlier, while imagining her having an adventure with another girl. Wondering who this might have been, how it might have come about, and what all they might have done. As you can imagine, I came like I have never cum before.

Are you cumming yet? This is a completely true story, and only one of many. If you enjoyed the story, let me know, and I will tell you about some of our other wild adventures.



Naomi Ch. 02



The silence was murderous, why hadn't they gunned us down?

Our weapons were on the floor, and we were unarmed, easy targets for these bandits.

"Why aren't they shooting?" Naomi stuttered.

"I ain't sure, but right now I'm not going to complain about that to them." I said slowly, my eyes scanning for scopes, where snipers were watching us from.

"What do you want? You going to shoot us, take our things?" I asked uncertain if I would get a response.

I was right, silence followed.

Then however after a few moments passed, we heard footsteps.

From some of the alleyways between store fronts, about a dozen men and women began to make the presence known to us.

Most were dressed in military, or survival gear as I had myself.

Army webbing, and hunting camouflage clothing.

They wore it all, another half a dozen survivors came out from the town hall also armed watching us.

An older woman, perhaps in her late forties was ahead of the armed citizens.

She had dark red hair, cut short just resting above her ears.

She was wearing military garb as well, a hunting vest on over a simple blouse, and green wood camouflage combats.

She looked to have been a mother once, with her figure of womanly hips and thick yet firm thighs.

She was carrying a large revolver, from a distance I assumed it was perhaps a Magnum.

Some of her fellow citizens were jumpy, still aiming their weapons at us but the woman raised her arm up and most of them calmed down.

She approached us slowly, coming to a halt a yard away from us.

"Keep your arms where we can see them, we've already had unwelcome guests in the past few days and they wanted to take what we had." She said, her voice very motherly, yet stern as their leader.

"We put them down, but since you're only a pair we decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. Why are you here?" She asked us, and decided to speak up.

"We're making our way to Atlanta, Georgia. We heard it was a safe haven." I said being honest, with out intentions

Some of the citizens around us began to whisper between themselves, and I couldn't make out what was being said.

"What's the problem, what's wrong with Atlanta?" I asked concerned.

The redhead mother figure looked around her group, making a decision to speak or not.

"Atlanta is Walker central, the CDC there was overrun. The military tried their best to hold the facility, but it soon fell. It's a dead city now, you won't survive the trip to get there alone, only to die in the city." She said, no longer a worried survivor at our intentions, I saw this as she holstered her Magnum.

"I'm sorry for the welcome you guys just had, but we've been attacked once already a few days past. Bandits, intent on pillaging the town of anything they could carry. We fought them off, but some survived and we fear backlash against us." The leader of the group said.

"What's your names?" She asked me.

I looked at Naomi, she was frightened but calmer than when we were first told to put our weapons down.

"I'm James, this is Naomi." I said simply.

The redhead woman nodded.

"I'm Anna, and these people around me are the residents of this town. We aren't bandits, there are men and women among our ranks. I was before the epidemic, the mayor of the town. Once the Walkers began to roam around freely, I decided we needed to arm our residents and protect ourselves." Anna explained to us.

"So where is safe then? Me and my friend were traveling towards Atlanta, if that's no longer safe where can we go?" I asked, becoming irritated at these turn of events.

"You don't know what's happened have you?" Anna asked me personally stepping towards me.

I looked around, then at Naomi unsure what was going on here.

"Not really, all I know is Zombies are everywhere and we need to survive." I said defensively.

Anna looked at a man with short black hair, and his own brown skin, he was wearing military webbing, and a hunting vest with ammo clipped onto it.

"Michael, send everyone back to their posts and tell the snipers to stand down. They aren't a threat." Anna relayed her orders, Michael nodded.

"Yes ma'am." He said simply, and he was off relaying his given orders.

Anna turned back to us.

"Both of you, walk with me." She said as a gesture.

I slowly leaned down to collect my guns, keeping an eye on the two men still following Anna, who were armed.

They never objected to us picking up our weapons, and we soon followed Anna.

Naomi was quiet, but she was listening to Anna as she walked.

"The country is split in two, the rest of the world is infected as well as you're aware of but we have remnants of the government split into two separate factions. What was left of the President's office, and his own supporters control the North and East of the country. The rest of the country, South to the West is under the control of what was left of the Joint Chiefs, and Congress and oppose the President's faction. All of this shit, in the middle of the Walkers. Each faction has lost ground, mainly to the Walkers as they instigate their Civil War for control. What's left of middle America is stuck in the middle, fighting off the Walkers and waiting for which ever faction to come knocking at our doors." Anna went into detail, even I knew nothing about the factions fighting for control.

"So have either of the two factions came to your town yet?" I asked slowly.

Anna seemed determined, walking briskly but keeping pace with us so she could talk.

"Not yet, only bandits and they have been trouble since the epidemic started." Anna said exasperating, her breathing was heavy and she seemed tired.

"We haven't come across any yet ourselves, at first when your men told us to put our weapons down we assumed they were bandits. 

"I'm sorry about that, but when my people saw you were armed their first reaction was to think of the worst case scenario, maybe more bandits coming for our town. But when they saw the girl with you, they called for me and I knew it was unlikely you were bandits." Anna reasoned.

I was about to speak when one of Anna's bodyguards came running from the store fronts to us, out of breath and clutching an MP5 sub-machine gun in hand.

"Ma'am, we've got Walkers on the Eastern side of the town center closing in." He gasped out of breath.

Anna grunted an expletive, and looked at the man.

"Get all our residents with minimal firearm training, and experience indoors. Everyone else have them on the town hall roof, and the roofs of the store fronts."

I then felt it, Naomi's hand shaking as she took mine into her grasp.

I looked at her, she was frightened and scared. 

I squeezed her hand gently to comfort her.

The man nodded, agreeing to Anna's orders before running away to prepare the townspeople.

"You can earn your way." Anna said turning to me.

"You have any experience with those guns?" She asked me, her eyes flickering between me and Naomi, and then at our hands entwined.

The look on her face was surprise, unsure what our status was together as a couple, or friends.

I nodded.

"I was trained in survival course, my town held it a few weeks before the epidemic and Outbreak. Trained us with guns and such." I said watching her reaction, yet still her eyes were on me and Naomi holding hands.

"Right, I need you to help defend the town." She said simply to me, more like asking for my help than demanding it.

She turned to Naomi.

"Young lady, how about you?" She asked her.

Naomi looked at me, and then Anna.

"I know how to use guns, but I'm not really experienced with them. I've learned since the Outbreak." Naomi explained.

Anna sighed, and gave a short smile.

"Well you're better suited with me, and the others inside the town hall. You can help me keep them calm, and reassure them." Anna smiled.

Naomi slowly let go of my hand, and began to follow Anna who was now walking back to the town hall with her men in tow.

"You're needed up on the town hall roof." A tall black man said to me, in a rough accent with a heavy grown beard covering most of his face, wearing a beanie hat on his head.

He was decked out in heavy clothing, survival and general furs and hunting webbing.

I took one last look, and saw Naomi watch me as she slowly followed Anna into the town hall with the rest of the survivors.

I followed the black survivor, and he grunted his name to me.

"I'm Frank. You?" He asked in a simple tone.

"James." I said simply in response.

Frank nodded, and he was clutching an M4 Carbine in his hands as I followed him in tow into the town hall, and we jumped two or three steps at a time to the top floor of the building.

We pushed through a large steel door, and the air hit my face first, it was a Winter chill in the air and there were men, and women dotted all over the roof aiming rifles down into the street below.

"That shotgun ain't going to do anything from up here, son. Here take this." Frank said, as he cooly handed me a hunting rifle. The barrel was black as coal, and with a light wooden finish to it in regards to the grip and stock.

I was trained in general hunting rifles in the short survival course given to me, all those weeks ago before the Outbreak.

I checked the breach of the rifle, making sure there was a round in the chamber and locked the rifle into place.

I took position up alongside Frank, who was sporting a similar rifle and aiming down its scope into the street below.

"You know the drill, head shots. Aim properly, and don't waste the rounds we haven't got much ammo left for the town." Frank summarized to me, and I nodded aiming down the scope of the rifle, and fine tuning it personally as it was out of focus slightly.

There was silence, as over a dozen of us camped on the town hall roof. 

I could see atop of the store front roofs, other snipers and survivors were taking up their own positions.

For some reason Naomi came into my mind, I was worried about her.

What if they breached the town hall's main doors?

She was inside with the Mayor, and the rest of the townspeople in the main hall of the building.

She wasn't a liability to me, she was a friend now and we had come this far together and so I cared for her.

"Here they come." Frank said in a simple tone, yet loud enough for the entire roof of snipers to hear him.

The moaning was the first sign they were coming, the Walkers emitted the low groans and moans, and soon the sounds of feet shambling along the concrete pavement was next.

The Walkers soon came around the corners of the store fronts first, slowly filling the town center square quickly, from a few numbers eventually to over two dozen.

They were shambling towards the town hall, and Frank didn't have to bother giving the order as on the roofs of the store fronts the survivors there fired first.

Frank unloaded quick, yet focused shots at the Walkers with his own rifle and I soon followed him, taking out two Walkers alongside each other as they came around a burnt out car.

The Walkers were soon overrunning the town square, and ammo was quickly being used up.

Then I heard it, the sound of splintering wood as the town hall's main doors collapsed under the sheer weight of the Walkers upon it from outside.

I shouted, as I don't think Frank figured out what had happened.

"We've got a breach! They've broken through the doors downstairs!" I shouted, Frank looked at me speechless before stuttering.

"You go down, take two of our people with you and push them back." Frank ordered me, I nodded dropping the hunting rifle to the floor and picking up my shotgun once again.

I jumped to my feet, and ran for the door that led to the roof and two other survivors were following me.

A young blonde woman, barely 5'5 in height but she was holding an M4 rifle with confidence in her hands, and a tall Latino male, about 5'11 in height holding a pump-action shotgun similar to mine.

"Let's go." I said sternly, and loud to the two as Naomi again entered my mind, and for some reason it spurred me on to act as swiftly as I could.

We began running down the stairs, to the first floor of the building and below us beyond the balcony we could see Walkers forcing their way into the main hall.

A few makeshift barricades were put up, but they weren't holding back the mass of Walkers coming in.

"James!" A voice called out from below.

Naomi was with the bulk of survivors and the Mayor Anna, shooting wildly at the Walkers forcing upon them.

"Naomi!" I shouted back angrily, and I pointed my shotgun downwards at the mass of Walkers before firing blindly.

At least the pellets could have penetrated the Walker's skulls from above.

"Shoot them, and move further down to the ground floor! Move!" I shouted, and firing again as I ejected another cartridge from the shotgun we moved down to the final flight of stairs, connecting to the ground floor of the town hall.

I crouched down, pressing my back against the wall behind me as I aimed my shotgun into the hall. 

A Walker saw me, and began to press towards me over his fallen friends.

Half his face was missing, and his jaw was barely hanging on by muscle.

I levered the shotgun towards his face, and fired.

The blast sent him flying backwards against an overturned table, and it didn't move.

The blonde woman fired wildly into the crowd of Walkers with her assault rifle, and it fired in automatic mode.

Half the bullets were hitting Walkers in their bodies, and not their heads and so most either got back up onto their feet or began crawling.

"Aim properly, or don't shoot at all!" I shouted at her, and she stopped firing blindly switching back to single-shot mode on the rifle.

I sighed, gritting my teeth I began to fire again hitting a few Walkers in the head, or skull.

Finally the numbers of Walkers dwindled, and we could move from the stairwell into the hall itself, stepping over the corpses.

A few Walkers were still enclosing on the survivors, and Naomi.

One Walker somehow got over a barricade of tables and chairs and charged for Naomi.

She screamed, and I span on my feet and ran full head for her.

I got to her and as the Walker's rotten, bloody hands reached out for Naomi I shoved the shotgun barrel against the back of it's skull.

Pressing it roughly against its skull, I fired and blew its brains into the air and it fell to the floor unmoving.

Naomi was breathing hard, shivering as she clutched her own handgun.

Anna was watching us, and she breathed hard.

"Most of them have been dealt with, we only lost two of our townspeople. One fell from the roof of one of the store fronts, he lost his footing. The other, she ran down to the street when she saw the breach of the town hall. She had her son in here with us, and the Walkers got her." Anna explained, her town's losses and all.

I was surprised, how did she know this in the heat of battle. 

It would have been something she would have found out afterwards.

"How do you know, Mayor?" I asked her gently.

Anna said nothing, and simply showed me the hand-held radio she was carrying.

I nodded in understanding, and turned back to Naomi.

"Are you alright?" I asked, making sure my tone was low and gentle as I didn't want to scare her.

She nodded, and I slowly moved closer to her and as gentle as I could I took her hand and squeezed it.

She looked up at me, and nodded again but it felt like she was being honest this time.

Anna was watching us, as if noting every little detail we did together, and her eyes were back on us holding hands together.

Anna said nothing, and smiled as she turned and tended to her townspeople.

I sat Naomi down, she seemed to be in shock and I simply at with her as the town sealed up the town hall door, blocking as best they could with debris.

A few hours passed, with what little daylight we had the town repaired it's defenses, and burned the corpses of the Walkers.

Me and Naomi began to walk around the town, as Snipers were relocated once again to spot any threat from afar coming towards the town.

Due to the success of the defense of the town, the Mayor wanted to celebrate and supplies were brought out and a massive feast was held.

Fresh bread, canned foods were served in the town hall, on tables and from outside on grills.

What little fresh meat the town had, they grilled and served also.

I had left Naomi for an hour, and found her talking with a tall white guy, she seemed to like the guy.

He was about 5'11 in height, and wearing the survival clothing, and webbing.

He was without his gun though, and sporting a mane of thick black hair.

There I stood watching them, Naomi was smiling with him, and I held two beers in my hand, one meant for her and one for me.

I was hoping, stupidly that perhaps I could have got to know her better, and maybe we could have seen where things could have gone.

It was always stupid, why did I even think in my mind I had a shot with someone like Naomi.

I looked around, I must have looked a fucking idiot to people watching, assuming me and her were together and in reality we weren't. 

I gritted my teeth, it was her choice, to be with whoever she wanted.

I took a big gulp of beer from my own bottle, and turned on my heels and walked away to find somewhere quiet to drink.

I found a spot, the roof of the town hall behind a now non-functioning air conditioning unit and I leaned against the remnant of the old world, drinking my beer in silence as below me the sounds of merriment were loud and clear.

I took my eyes from the steel door, and looked into the black sky wondering many things in my mind.

I heard shuffling of feet, it was Frank.

He was muscular, built like a pro-footballer even.

He was still wearing his beanie hat, but he didn't have his rifle with him.

"You sulking up here, all alone?" He asked in his strong Chicago accent.

I smiled, forcing it really as he I presented the other full bottle of beer to him.

It wasn't fresh bottled beer, it was from a tap in the town's local bar that was still working but it was warm as piss.

Frank smiled taking it, in his gloved hands.

"Is it that obvious?" I asked cocking my head, and just looking glumly at the bottle of beer in my hand.

"I thought the same when I saw you both, I saw your holding hands and everything. I thought you were a couple, that was until I saw Michael move in and start to flirt with her at the feast." Frank added.

I said nothing and was quiet.

"She gave you the signs, and you read them wrong. There ain't nothing wrong with thinking that, hell you wouldn't be a guy if you didn't." Frank reasoned with me, and surprisingly he was spot on.

I sighed, sipping my beer as I looked at Frank.

"I got in my head, perhaps with what we'd gone through together maybe there would be a chance. How fucking stupid of me." I said in a tiring tone.

Frank tipped his beer to me, and drank most of the bottle in only a few mouthfuls.

"I know, you ain't the first to do it, nor will you be the last." Frank said, meaning to make me feel better about the situation.

I nodded, and Frank took a moment to be the silent one.

I said nothing for a few moments, then spoke.

"Are you guys open to taking new members?" I asked him.

Frank looked over to me, putting his now empty beer bottle on top of the air conditioning unit.

"Sure, why you wanna stay?" He asked me.

I swung my head left and right.

"Nah, I'm going to head for New York , or stay on the move. I mean for Naomi." I said clarifying my query. 

Frank nodded.

"What if she still wants to travel with you?" He asked me, rubbing his gloved hands together as the wind still managed to get through to his bones somehow.

I went silent, just looking out at the stars.

"I don't want to travel with her, anymore. She's better off here... with Michael, and safe place to settle down. This town is just that for her." I said almost deciding for her.




Naomi Ch. 02



Frank looked at me hard, perhaps trying to figure me out.

"If she wants to stay man, she's welcome as long as she pulls her weight around town. Anna will allow it." He said, clapping me on the back.

I nodded, grateful.

"You coming down for the rest of the feast? We've got some lovely lamb ribs on the grill. They won't be there for much longer, if we don't get down there fast." Frank offered me with a smile.

I forced one back.

"Nah you go ahead man, I'm just gonna stay up here, just another few minutes." I said, being grateful for the offer of his friendship for the evening.

Frank nodded and left me on the roof, alone.

I looked at the stars, thinking about my future. 

I wasn't planning to stay in this town any longer, even though I had been told of what lay ahead for the country and current state of things, I felt better and more at ease traveling on my own.

Naomi was better off here, it was far better for me to cut her loose here, before I felt anymore feelings for her.

It was then I decided to head for the East Coast, and to the major cities there particularly New York. 

That was my plan, my mistake was letting my plan go awry when I met Naomi.

No more of that.

The Next Morning, 8:34am, Town Square

I decided not to go back to the feast, and instead I chose to find a place to sleep the rest of the evening off in one of the barricaded store fronts.

I woke up with a start at about 8am, and decided to grab my stuff and prepare to move out before most of the town woke up.

I didn't want to see Naomi, I didn't want to remember last night with her and Michael.

I just wanted to disappear, and that was it.

I grabbed my duffel bag, with the revolver inside it, and spare ammo I found.

Inside I also had a few cans of food, and two small bottles of clean water.

I got my stuff together, and exited the store heading for the Eastern perimeter of the town to head in that direction to the Coast.

The town hadn't awoken yet, it was still awakening with the snipers on vigilant watch perched on the roof tops watching me.

I quickly crossed the town square, and began to follow the road to the East out of town when I heard heavy breathing, the the quick footsteps of someone following me.

"Wait!" A female voice called out.

I turned out, my shotgun in my hands.

It was Naomi, and she was breathing hard since she had ran for me at speed.

"Is that it? You were just going to disappear in the morning, and not even wait for me to wake up." She grunted.

I sighed, my speech was ready for her.

"This town is for you, it's perfect. A place for you to settle down in, with that guy you were with last night." I said turning back towards the East and walking.

The footsteps grew, and I felt her hand pull on my arm.

"Just stop walking away from me! Is that what this is about, Michael from last night?" She asked me.

I sighed again, god why did she have to do this to me.

I pulled my arm from her grip.

"Yeah it is, I saw you two make a good couple. I'm not wanting to split you two up, so stay here." I said walking.

"Were you jealous was that it? He was just having a beer with me, I'm not interested in him. I want to travel with you!" Naomi screamed her last words at me as I continued to walk on.

I had to be tough with her, I had to be hard on her to make her leave.

"You're a liability with me, Naomi. I couldn't trust you to have my back, at the house and I couldn't trust you when that Walker almost caught you. You're a liability, and you'll get us both killed if I let you travel with me." I said gritting my teeth.

I could hear Naomi was breathing hard, and she ran for me and pulled hard on my arm as we stood in the middle of the deserted street.

As she pulled on my arm I span to face her, and she slapped me hard across the face.

The strike made me drop the duffel bag from my shoulders onto the floor, and I was barely able to hold onto my shotgun. 

"You bastard! Is that you're ploy to get rid of me? Make me fee like shit, Michael was just having a beer with me! I was never planning to stay here, I want to travel with you to the cities. This town may seem perfect for me, but it's not what I want." Naomi screamed, tears filling her eyes as she shook from being emotional.

I sighed hard, and I looked at her.

This was hurting me too much, I just couldn't be around her.

"I don't want you to travel with me, I don't want to fucking babysit you!" I shouted.

Naomi shook from the force of my words, and shivered as she began to tear up.

"You bastard, I just wanted to become friends with you. Travel with you, and you want to treat me like shit. Fuck you then, go off on you're own. You'll die out there alone, James." Naomi moaned, and she turned and that moment out of nowhere it seemed a Walker charged for Naomi.

The Walker was a blonde woman, missing half her face and scalp dressed in some sort of store clerk uniform.

The Walker tried to bite at Naomi's hands and face.

I tried to get my shotgun up in time to shoot the fucking thing, but the Walker was too quick and it fell onto Naomi.

She was screaming, crying heavily trying to level her revolver that was in the back of her jeans on the blonde woman's skull.

"Please, James help me!" Naomi pleaded, trying to keep the Walker's fingernails and bloody broken teeth from her skin.

Even just a scratch could infect a human, and would turn the victim quickly into another Walker in no time.

Naomi knew this and was trying to stop it from getting so close, as to bite or scratch her.

I should have ran, I should have left her.

But again Naomi was in my mind, I couldn't do nothing, it was just like at the town hall and I immediately without knowing it jumped into action.

I moved fast, kicking the Walker in its ribs and the blonde woman went rolling onto her side.

Naomi scrambled to her feet quickly, sweating and gasping out breath.

I leveled my shotgun at it's face, or what was left of it and fired.

The blast literally took the Walker's head off of it's shoulders, and what was left of the skull disappeared in the air.

A few moments passed, and Naomi's ragged breathing was all that I could hear.

I turned to her.

"Were you bitten? Show me your arms and neck, now!" I said not angry with her, but concerned.

Had the Walker managed to get a sharp fingernail into her neck or arm, or had it even bitten her somewhere.

"No... it never got me." She shuddered, and after a quick check of her body I found no scratches, or bite marks.

She said nothing, just looking at me.

"Get your shit together, and follow me. If you don't do as I say, you're on your own, that's my rule. Now stay close." I said sternly, and without another word to her I began to walk ahead.

I thought perhaps Naomi would see how dangerous it would be following me, and traveling in my company but her footsteps were told me otherwise.

Naomi was close behind me, as we began our journey across Post-Apocalypse landscape of America.

I didn't know where my journey would take us, nor where it would take me in regards to Naomi. 

But I was stuck with her, and my feelings for her, and god damn me for it but I cared for her.

Any and all feedback is appreciated, and if you have any ideas for this series and the next part please comment. Thank you.



Naomi Ch. 03



(Just to let the readers know, unlike the last two installments, this installment is written from two separate viewpoints; James, and Naomi.) 

~James~

I found myself in the kitchen sat at the table, a brisk Summer air filling the room as I sat with two children either side of me happily eating their breakfasts.

They were two beautiful little girls, dressed for school. 

They couldn't be older than twelve or maybe even eleven, and they were mixed-race with black hair in ponytails.

They saw me staring, and both smiled in unison.

"Daddy what's wrong?" The one to my left asked, distinctively with a mole on her left cheek.

I didn't know what to say, I didn't recognize these children or this house, and how was the radio working as I could hear the weather report in the distance?

The food on the table was fresh pancakes, bacon and even fresh orange juice.

This food didn't exist anymore.

Then she walked in, a young black woman gracefully entered the room and I recognized her.

It was Naomi, beaming and smiling she turned to me.

With her hair pulled up into a bun, she was smiling wearing a pair of simple blue jeans and a black top.

"What you looking at handsome? You're not eating your breakfast?" She asked smiling, it was unusual.

This wasn't the Naomi I knew.

Naomi grinned walking over to me as I sat, and leaned in without hesitation kissing me in a romantic manner, as lovers would pressing her lips against mine and holding the kiss for a few moments.

She slowly withdrew smiling, and giggled gently.

"What babe, it's like you've seen a ghost or something." Naomi smiled, turning away to the stove, and she brought over a fresh, fried egg placing it onto my plate from the frying pan with a utensil.

"Planet earth, to James." Naomi smiled putting down the frying pan, before turning to me. I said nothing, still in shock, not able to understand a thing about this.

"You've got to take the girls to school, and then pick up their dresses for their dance recitals tonight, from the cleaners." Naomi explained, as if I was supposed to know what she meant.

None of this made sense.

I wasn't married to Naomi, nor did we have two children together.

Was this a dream? Was this my mind playing tricks on me, or was this what I truly yearned to have with Naomi?

Naomi smiled again, and spoke but no words came from her lips yet she spoke them. 

The room was silent, not even the sounds of the children sat next to me were audible yet Naomi was speaking to me. 

Slowly my sight of her, began to become blurred and then it happened.

I awoke.

I sat up like a jack-in-the-box toy, panting and breathing hard.

I was in a warm bed, sweat on my face and forehead and I quickly scanned the dark room.

It was still night, and I could see a figure approach me from the recliner in the corner of the room.

Slowly the moonlight from outside illuminated her face, and it was her.

The real Naomi.

Her face was tired, and exhausted.

Her hair was not in a bun, and her clothes were torn and dirty in places.

The main indication that what I had experienced was in fact a dream, was the shotgun in her hands she clutched at.

She was concerned leaning across the bed to me.

"James it's alright, just a bad dream." She said leaning over at me, and slowly she took one hand off of the pump on the shotgun, and gently pressed the back of her hand against my forehead.

"You're burning up, and you're not sleeping properly. You need to sleep." Naomi added patting my forehead gently, feeling the heat from my skin before withdrawing it.

Slowly I scanned what little of the room I could make out in the darkness, and I could hear the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the windows from outside, the rain drops slowly rolling down the glass of the window.

I then looked up at Naomi, it may have been the end of the world yet she was still beautiful.

Her beautiful dark, caramel skin shone in what little moonlight was in the room.

Her hair was a mess, but it was still beautiful, and her clothes may have been torn, but she still gave me that feeling that I felt in my dream.

"Yeah, just a bad... Dream." I whispered, I truly didn't think it was a nightmare or even a bad dream.

It was a good dream, surprising to have one in the middle of the end of the world.

Naomi smiled, obviously not registering what my comment truly meant.

She slowly backed away from me, looking out of the rain covered window out to the street below.

I remembered now, we had been on the move since we had left the town of Noblesville and it had been hard work, trying to find someplace safe to rest in during the evenings.

We had moved in the general direction of the East, but we had finally come to the conclusion to avoid any of the major cities, and make our way to the coast to search for a boat.

Where we went with a boat if we found one, was not determined yet.

We had talked about making our way to the eastern coast of Canada, maybe with such a larger nation such as Canada, but with a low populace we hoped there would be less Walkers.

Naomi moved over to our duffel bag, in the corner of the room and she began to go through it searching for something.

I couldn't help but look, the minimal light of the moon streaming in illuminated her body and I could see her ass.

The jeans were baggy, modest and simple, it only added to her allure.

She was beautiful, as womanly as a woman could hope to be.

I smiled at myself, and quickly she turned on he feet to face me, clutching a bottle of water.

She slowly came over to me, and leaned in she pressed the bottle towards my mouth.

"It's alright, I'm not thirsty." I said forcing a smile, but Naomi was having none of it and hadn't moved the bottle away.

"You need to drink water, you're burning up so your burning up any water you have in your body. Now drink." Naomi said, not backing down.

I sighed, and as she removed the cap on the bottle she pressed it to my lips and I took a few mouthfuls before she moved it away from me.

"How are we for numbers, outside?" I asked breathing hard, forcing the words out.

Naomi nodded, and moved across to the window that was being pelted from outside by the rain.

"I'm counting only about half a dozen of them right now, they don't seem to be aware of us yet. They're just milling around out there." Naomi recollected, counting the number of Walkers she could see outside.

I nodded sitting up further in the bed, so my back was now against the bed frame. It was quite cold, the signs that Winter was soon on it's way.

I then thought about how much harder, things would be one Winter set in.

Food and wood be more scarce to find, as would supplies, and to fend off the cold we would have to scavenge for warmer clothing, and survival equipment.

I got out of the bed slowly, and Naomi's eyes went wide upon seeing me.

"No way, you have barely slept for fifty minutes. You promised you would sleep for at least two hours, now get back in the bed." She said trying to sound stern.

I sighed, since leaving the town of Noblesville, Naomi had adapted and become more reliable in surviving with me.

She was more trustworthy, but it also made her more aware of my condition, I was coming down with a fever she said, and I wasn't sleeping.

She didn't like this, and demanded me to sleep properly and leave her to do guard duty for us both.

I relented, I was too exhausted to argue with her about this so I laid back.

I pulled the covers back over me, and resting my head on the pillow I tried to dream again.

I wanted to dream of her again, the Naomi in my dreams. 

With the two daughters, the nice house and back to the way things were before this whole goddamn mess started.

I never did dream of her again that night, I had to settle for memories of my parents, and family.

The Next Morning, Approximately 8:35am

I was meaning to wake up exactly after two hours, from the moment I woke from my dream earlier but that never happened.

My body was fatigued, and exhausted so I slept through the night and awoke in the morning to Naomi opening a tin of baked beans, and another of spam meat.

I rubbed my eyes, and awkwardly got out of the bed as the sheets were tangled around my legs.

"You're up." She said with a weak smile, handing me a spoon as we were eating the food cold. I think it was that the meat was cold, and we had been eating it like that for so long that was causing the fever, or perhaps a cold coming over me. She handed me the tin of baked beans, after using her own spoon to take a few mouthfuls. Naomi smiled watching me, as I ate heartedly.

"We're running low on food, and supplies James." Naomi said gently, as if to make me aware.

I said nothing, still eating what was left in the tin of baked beans but I could feel Naomi's eyes bearing into me.

"We're running on empty, James. Of every supply we have, it's not going last all the way to the East Coast." Naomi added.

I finally looked up at Naomi, she was tired, and as exhausted as I was. We had been on the road for a week solid, and the supplies we had found were minimal. We were running on empty, less than half a dozen tins of food left, and two bottles of water, and even one of the bottles was only half full now.

Food, and supplies wasn't the only thing we were low on. Ammo was more of my concern, we had used most of the bullets for the two handguns we had, and I was down to just seven cartridges for the shotgun. That wasn't filling me with glee, we had used most of the ammo we had lost in a shootout near a lake we were both navigating around when we were ambushed.

Out of the forest line about a 100 yards away we were ambushed, Walkers of all sizes and builds scattered out towards us from the tree line and we were forced to run, and gun our way out of their reach. We must have fired at least thirty rounds each from the handguns alone, and then I personally wasted several rounds from the shotgun. We were almost overwhelmed, when I decided that the only way we would avoid getting caught, was to wade through the lake water to the other side which wasn't too far. We swam the distance, and made it to the other side. Luckily the Walkers behind us were caught up in the water, and were slowed by it. Sadly we were unlucky, as we lost most of our supplies, and even ammunition in the water making them useless.

We were low on food, water and supplies and had lost even more ammunition from wading through the lake water. This was how we found ourselves now down to the amount of ammo we had now, and since the lake ambush four days ago we hadn't found any new weapons, or ammo scavenging. Now we were morally damaged, we didn't even want to travel on the road even to avoid danger. I looked up at Naomi once more.

"We need to get moving again, or we will die in this house from either starvation, or malnutrition. We could also be attacked at any time by the Walkers outside, we need to go soon." I said groggily, as I was still exhausted, and close to collapsing. But I couldn't let Naomi get hurt, or worse killed because of me.

"Where do we go?" Naomi asked slowly.

I finished what was left in the tin, and put it down. 

"The coast, as we discussed. We need to find a boat, and get out of the way of this fucking civil war brewing in this country, along with the Walkers in the centre of it." I said trying to make her understand the severity of finding a working boat at the coast.

"We take no sides, in this struggle?" Naomi asked me.

"No chance, we take sides we don't know which side will win. Plus we don't know which side if either of them, is good for the country. The loyalists to the President, or the Joint-Chiefs and the Senate forces. We don't know which side, which of them is actually going to be a force for good rebuilding this country. Both sides lie, and would lie to win support and numbers. Once the dust settles, and that's if it does from the Walkers then we have no guarantee on which faction wins, will actually stick to what they promised us. Politics is murkier, and darker than war. Just as much death, and betrayal. Only difference is that the politicians don't pull the fucking triggers themselves, they send others to do it for them." I went on, as if in a rant about what things were like before the epidemic, and how nothing had changed since.

Naomi simply nodded, and looked at me.

"Then let's move, while we have light." Naomi said simply, and stood.

Naomi was taken aback by the sudden departure I had in mind, and we quickly packed away our things into my duffel bag, and a sports bag we had found on our travels that Naomi carried. We soon vacated the empty house we had stayed in for so long, and made towards the East along the empty, deserted highways and roads that were once busy with traffic. Hours passed, and I could tell from the color of the sky, that we would soon be greeted by the sun going down for the evening. Then as we walked along the deserted two lane road, we heard screaming, a female was screaming. Both me and Naomi angled our heads in the direction of the screams.

"What's that?" Naomi asked, her tone told me she was frightened.

"It's a woman's screams, coming from over there." I said pointing towards a heavy forest line, made up of trees.

I didn't moved towards that direction, and then Naomi grabbed my arm.

"Whoever it is we need to help them! Come on!" She pleaded and she pulled on me, slowly I moved and I followed her as she began to run in the direction of the tree line.

As we approached the wooded tree line, the screams became louder telling us we were going in the right direction.

I pulled from my shoulder, the Remington pump-action shotgun that now hung on my shoulder by it's strap. I held it by it's pump, and as we pressed through the trees I followed Naomi. Every now and then a branch would almost hit me in the face, but I pushed forward.

"Hurry up! Come on!" Naomi told me anxiously.

I ran after her, and I knew something was coming, and we were walking straight into blindly. Pushing through the trees, we could see a clearing ahead of us and a commotion going on. From the distance I could make out a few figures dressed all in red clothing, bright red that caught my eye. They wore red hoods, with eye holes cut out of them, and some simply wore red bandanna's over their faces. As for their clothing below, it was a mixture of clothing types but they were all red in color.

Whoever these people were, they held some sort of love for the color red. Most of them carried torches with them, burning rags on sticks and clubs. Those not carrying torches seemed to be struggling to hold the only person of them all not wearing red, it was a young woman. She was struggling with the three men holding her, they were pulling her towards another of the men in red, this one however had a large Star symbol etched into the front of his red jumper. I also noticed, most of those carrying torches were armed, some with baseball bats, clubs and machetes and other carried guns. We could just make out what the man with the Star on his red clothing was saying, it sounded like he was preaching gospel.

"Nigh on is the time, for God's will to be fulfilled. He brought his creatures to our plane, and now our people destroy his most precious creation by his hand. We of the Red Star, in faith to God must cleanse the land of those who strike down our God's work. We must follow in the way of his creations, we must become his new children, and we must shed blood to become his most beloved creations." The leader preached, and his minions listened intently.

I figured out most of what he was saying, he and his minions believed that the Walkers were God's most recent, and finest creation to date. He was also preaching as it was a sin punishable by death, to kill a Walker even in self-defense. They sounded like a death-cult, believing that it's God's plan for every human being still alive, to become a Walker and if need be these men would kill innocents and let their bodies re-animate into zombies. This was simply a death-cult, and their message was death to all survivors of this Outbreak. It was clear who the woman was they were restraining, she was a survivor and they intended to kill her now, and allow her body to re-animate, and they would be long gone by the time that happened.

"We need to save her." Naomi whispered to me, anxiously with an urgent tone to her voice.

I counted this woman's attackers, there were six of them and that wasn't including the preacher leading them.

"Look at them, we're outnumbered here by five. How am I meant to get close enough to save her?" I asked, my voice told her I wasn't in the mood to do a suicide run for this woman.

Naomi was scanning the clearing, and moving closer against me I felt her warm breath on my neck.

"You circle around them, and I'll shoot at them from here behind a tree here. Whilst they're busy firing at me, and missing you can circle around and hit them from behind. All the while they're too busy to kill the woman." Naomi recommended to me.

I had to move fast, even if her plan seemed like a failure waiting to happen, but if I left it any longer this woman was going to die. I planted my duffel bag on the floor next to Naomi, and had only my revolver in my holster, and the shotgun in my hands. The woman from a distance looked to be blonde, tanned and quite a petite, but full womanly figure. I simply nodded and began to circle around the tree line left of Naomi's position and followed it around at a running pace to get around the group of crazies. Then I heard the shots, as I jumped and pushed through the trees and bushes. Naomi was unloading with her 9mm handgun I'd given her on the day, we first met. Shots rang out, and I could hear shouting, and the barking of orders from the group. Most of them leapt for cover, even the preacher hid behind some wooden fencing, that was used to corral cattle.

I ran as fast as my lungs would allow me, and soon as I looked at the red-dressed religious fanatics, I knew they were unaware of me coming up behind them with my shotgun. I pushed out of the tree line and charged up a slight slope to the armed fanatics, with my shotgun angled at their backs as they hid behind cover. I could see the blonde woman we were saving was still alive, on her front laying face down in the grass for safety. I began to rear up on the unsuspecting gunmen firing at Naomi, and one was laid out on his stomach firing from behind an overturned steel barrel which I assumed was once used as farming equipment. I angled my shotgun at him, dead-set on his back and fired. The blast tore through his red hooded-top, and his red clothing was made even darker now with the blood that erupted. He was dead, that was clear as he was not moving. I continued to charge up the slope, ejecting the shotgun cartridge I had just fired. The next cartridge entered the breach of the shotgun, as I pulled hard on the pump. 

I could still hear Naomi firing away with her handgun, but her shots were less now, as I assumed she could see me coming up the slope from behind the attackers. I was down to six cartridges for my shotgun, I had to keep a mental note of what I had left. The first blast from my shotgun had alerted some of the gunmen at the back of the slope I was coming up, and two reared their heads in my direction. Both however were in awkward positions to face me, one laying on his front prone, and the other kneeling behind a tree stump. I quickly angled my shotgun at the one behind the tree stump, and I fired. The blast hit him in his side, sending him flying sideways down the slope, dead. I quickly re-adjusted my shotgun at the one laying prone on his front, and before he could get to his feed I quickly reloaded the shotgun by it's pump and fired again. The blast tore through the man's back, just like the first one and killed him outright.




Naomi Ch. 03



Three dead, four to go including the crazy son-of-a-bitch Preacher. To cut things short, I took out two more of the crazy cultists, with my shotgun, but then the last cultist before the Preacher was smart enough to crouch behind another metal barrel on the clearing and fire at me, with his handgun. I was forced to ditch my shotgun for the moment, and turn to my 32. Revolver. The cultist was smart enough to hide behind cover, but he was blindly firing at me, with no aim. His shots were going wide, missing me entirely. When I heard his gun simply click, I knew he had run out of ammo and he hadn't been counting his shots like he should have. I peeked out from behind the barrel slightly, and could see his neck and head exposed to me. I extended my arms, both of them and aimed, before firing a single shot and it struck him in his neck. I quickly jumped to my feet, grabbing my shotgun I ran to see if he was dead. I quickly reached the body, and he was dead. I turned and saw the Preacher, now holding the blonde woman hostage with a blade to her throat.

"You blemish our God's work! You shed the blood of his messengers, who only wish to spread his word!" The Preacher shouted, spitting as he spoke, trying to influence me. He was sadly mistaken if he thought it would work.

"This is not God's work! God did not create the Walkers, Man created them by playing God just as you do right now!" I said rearing up on him slowly inch by inch, my shotgun to my shoulder and aimed squarely on his head.

"You heretic! You speak blasphemy!" The Preacher shouted back at me, pressing the blade into the young woman's neck making her gasp in fear, and pain but he didn't push any deeper with the blade.

"I speak blasphemy! You are the one who preaches that you know God's plan, you know nothing! You have lied, manipulated and turned survivors to your lies and turned them on their own people. Us!" I shouted back, God this fucker was getting on my nerves.

"We begin God's work through the shedding of blood, be it innocent or tainted!" He shouted back at me making it clear negotiations were over, and as he was about to push the blade deeper into the woman's skin a shot rang out. A single shot rang out, clearly from the muzzle of a handgun. The Preacher began to breath hard, and slowly crumbled to the grass floor of the clearing, dropping the blade and leaving his terrified hostage standing there, shaking. I looked over the terrified woman's shoulders and there stood Naomi, holding the handgun in her extended hands still aiming at us, I was astonished her shot had hit it's target and had not went wide and hit the hostage.

Slowly Naomi lowered her handgun, and moved over to me and the blonde woman. I watched her, she seemed calm but I could see that taking a life would have longer repercussions for her in the future. I knew Naomi would be alright for the moment, and so I slowly moved towards the blonde woman. As I approached her she had the brightest blonde hair I had ever seen, it was pure almost white blonde, in her long hair. Her tanned skin told me she was most likely in some way Latino in heritage, yet there was some white origins there too. I could see she had a long, baggy white top that stopped just under her waist, and a pair of black leggings, with sneakers. Both the top and leggings looked worn, torn and dirty in places from her surviving. She had some dirt in her white, blonde hair and some on her tanned face. I slowly approached her, so as not to startle her.

"It's alright, the fucker's dead and long gone Hun." I said trying to comfort her, make her see that the Preacher was not going to hurt her anymore.

She looked up at me, and she startled even me with her beautiful, alluring piercing blue eyes. Slowly her eyes dropped and scanned over the Preacher's still corpse, and then back up at me. It took a while but slowly she came over to me, and Naomi followed us. We managed to get her to follow us, but she said nothing in response and simply followed us. It was getting dark, we needed to collect what we could scavenge from the corpses and move on. I collected what weapons I could, and ammunition. Eventually my duffel bag was filled with half a dozen different calibers of handguns, and I carried in Naomi's sports bag two rifles, and one Mac 10 sub-machine gun, which I found a surprise to find on these religious fanatics. I collected ammunition for all the weapons, except any additional cartridges for my shotgun meaning I was now down to only four shells left.

We moved away from the clearing, soon enough the corpses would re-animate into Walkers and become and even bigger threat to us, except the Preacher's body. Naomi shot him square in the back of the head, killing him, and stopping any chance of him coming back as a Walker. We were on the move, and after almost an hour, we were almost going to give up on any shelter, when we found a large barn in a wide field. There was a nearby house, but from a distance even in darkness we could make out Walkers attracted to the building, and decided it was safer to go into the barn, to the higher floor.

We moved fast, nothing being said between any of us, even Naomi kept silent as we entered the barn, and luckily there was a ladder leading up to the highest floor of the building, it was just a landing with hay spread everywhere. It was however safely out of the reach of any Walkers down below, and I told them to quickly get up the ladder and for once luck was on our side, the ladder was removable and we pulled it up onto the landing to stop any Walkers who were capable of climbing it taking the opportunity of it.

As we laid out our things on top of the hay and floor of the landing, I saw that the blonde woman was silent simply standing in the corner of the landing watching us both. I looked at Naomi, and spoke.

"She's quite shaken up, maybe you should try and talk to her." I said gently to Naomi.

She looked up at me, and then at the frightened, quiet woman. She nodded, and slowly moved over to her a cautious pace. She was whispering to the blonde woman, girl to girl to make her feel at ease with us both. I was busy getting tins of food out of our bags, and to prepare a cold meal for us all, I assumed the woman hadn't eaten in a while. By the time I got the tins of spam meat, and baked beans open, two tins of each I saw Naomi come back over to me, followed slowly by the blonde woman. She was cautious but slowly walked over to me, and the food, I saw her eyes scan the foods hungrily.

"James, this is Christina. Christina this is James." Naomi said introducing me and the blonde woman to each other, and now I knew her to be called Christina. Sending Naomi to speak to her had worked, it was best for to talk to another girl, especially after being a hostage to a group of men, who were deranged and mad.

Christina nodded at me silently, and all of a sudden spoke.

"Hi." She said forcing a brief smile at me.

I nodded, gave a glum smile and handed her one of the two tins of baked beans. Me and Naomi had eaten that morning before meeting her, I doubted Christina had even eaten in days. She looked at it, as if she was an animal, and the tin of baked beans was a trap, and if she reached for it I would tear it from her hands again. Slowly she moved towards it, her lips twitched as if she had a nervous tick, and she took it from my hands with her eyes on mine fearing I would snatch it from her. I did not, and she slowly sat down in front of us and with the spoon I'd given her she began to eat slowly, but it was clear every mouthful was bliss for her.

I looked at Naomi and nodded approvingly, Christina was simply frightened of us, in case we were just like the Preacher and his minions. Naomi soon sat down next to me on the hay floor, and began to claw at the spam in the tin with her fork and began to eat as well. I followed suit, this would slowly allow Christina to feel more at ease around us and open up to us. I was mulling over what I would ask Christina, how did she fall into the hands of that crazy Preacher and his cultists? How had she survived so long, and avoided being infected by the Walkers? Christina however broke the silence for us.

"Thank you for the food, I haven't eaten in almost a week, and even then it was just a snack bar." She said without motivation, it of her own accord to speak. Her voice was very sexy, with some rough upbringing to her voice, she must have grown up on the street and pulled herself together to become someone back before the Outbreak. She was beautiful, sassy and in every aspect like Naomi was alluring to me.

I simply nodded, and Naomi smiled warmly at her. I should not have asked, but I took her speaking, as a sign that she wanted to talk to us.

"May I ask, how did you come about being taken by that Preacher and his men in red?" I asked her slowly.

She looked at me, and genuinely feared she would lock-down and not speak anymore in fear of what had happened to her. She surprised again however, lucky for us.

"I was in a small town, about twenty miles South of here. We were attacked by Walkers, and I was forced to flee. Even before the attack, the townspeople spoke of a Cult going by the name Red Star plaguing the farmlands in the region. How they believed that to be of the living was a sin, and that God wished for us all to become Walkers. It was God's plan according to them, and they were his messengers relaying his wishes to us all. Death-Cult bullshit, but they are growing in numbers now." Christina explained to us.

I watched her, and taking the other tin of baked beans I opened it with my knife, and began to eat it with my spoon. Listening to her, I handed the tin of beans to Naomi who in turn handed me the tin of spam meat to eat.

"What about this Civil War brewing between what's left the government, have you heard anything about that?" I asked her, swallowing the cold lumps of meat.

"Rumors, last I heard there was a big battle in what was left of New York between the Grays and the Blue Coats and -" She began but before she could continue to speak, I cut her off with my own question. 

"The what and the what?" I asked her, putting down my tin of spam meat. I had never heard of these two groups, were they new in among the Civil War.

"Oh sorry, most of the towns and survivors have gone about calling them different names now, saves having to explain in detail who's who. You know who's fighting it out right?" Christina asked me.

I nodded, and shuffled my feet around as I felt pain in my ankles.

"Remnants of what's left of the US Senate, and soldiers loyal to them, and Remnants of forces still loyal to the former American President." I said, stating the obvious, but I wanted her to know me and Naomi were quite informed.

"Right well those still loyal to the US Senate, and the Senators leading them go by the name 'The Blue Coats' because of their uniforms, they wear blue military uniforms, and such to distinguish themselves out from wearing the same uniforms as the President's forces. I think it's also some reference to a war fought a long time ago with Britain. Anyway, the forces loyal to the former American President go by the name 'The Grays' and its supposedly a derogative term given to them by the Senate's forces, how you know they're of the old world, being loyal to the former President. Instead of feeling insulted, the President's forces adopted the name officially, and their uniforms are regulation grey camouflage type. That distinguishes them against the Blue Coats." Christina went into depth for me, as I had honestly no idea of who these Blue Coats and the Grays were, but now it made sense, sort of.

"Christ they have to try and complicate a Civil War even further don't they." I laughed, and it was a sarcastic laugh, the dread of how this new political debacle was, when we should have been banding together to fight the Walkers and Red Star. It sickened me really to my stomach, the President could have led the survivors until the Walkers were dealt with, then deal with Red Star. However being so split, into so many different factions would mean fixing the state of the world, would take years to be complete.

"That they do, both sides are actively recruiting soldiers to their armies. Trying to bully, buy and blackmail survivors into their ranks. In some ways both are just as bad as Red Star. That's what happened in New York a few days ago, both sides went at it in what remains of the city, even with Walkers attacking them from the ruins they still fought each other.Eventually after a few hours of the day, the Grays came out of the fight victorious. Two thousand soldiers went into the city that day, about a thousand a piece to each side, and from it all only about six hundred came out alive, mostly Grays. At least that's what the rumor is, going around I mean." Christina added.

I finished what was left in the tin of spam meat, Naomi didn't seem to want any more of it and I put it on the floor.

"What about bandits, they must be banding together to cause problems?" I asked her.

Christina had finished her tin of beans, and wiped some of the tomato sauce from her lips to look at me. It was quite sexy of her to do that, and I felt a twitch in my cock in my pants.

"They're always banding together, groups here and there banding together. Understanding the rewards working together, they attack towns that are weakened from Walker attacks. Some towns I passed through were even hit, the bandits left nothing but bodies and scarred survivors. If it's not this Civil War claiming lives, then it's the Walkers, and if it's not them, it's bandits, and if it's not them then it is Red Star. Great fucking mess, we're all in ain't it." Christina remarked.

I looked over at Naomi.

"We've been traveling for the last few days together, and we never came across Red Star yet, or bandits. We did come through a town, that was under Walker attack, we assisted and then moved on. They're main threat were the bandits, and the Civil War brewing. So anyway, we're headed for the East Coast, looking to find ourselves a boat. From there, we could be going anywhere, be it Canada or maybe just take our chances on the open sea." I explained to our new companion.

Christina sighed, but never looked at me or Naomi, and stared across into a distance.

"You will eventually, there's more bandits than you'd expect, most people with a gun, and the balls to kill have become bandits. They have no quarrels about killing innocents, I've seen them kill innocents." 

Christina breathed hard, saying nothing more as she stared into the distance.

I looked at Naomi, and out of the barn seeing the darkness settling in for the evening. 

"There's a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand. The only difference is that it's not a sword in their hands, it's guns and lots of them." Christina said out of the blue, not to me or Naomi, but more to herself as she stared out of the barn in silence soon after.

It was soon decided that we would try and all get some sleep, before leaving in the morning, and I hoped that Walkers nearby wouldn't come across us, and we would be forced to flee once again. We all shuffled into our nearby corners, using the hay in the barn as warmth as we all felt the cold winds from outside.

An Hour Later, 11:57PM, Evening, The Barn

~Naomi~

I couldn't sleep, outside the cold winds were rustling the trees outside of the barn. If that wasn't enough torment, the rain pelting the barn was too irritating and distracting, for me to be able to sleep through. Somehow our new companion, Christina had managed to sleep, huddled up atop of hay we were all using as cushions, and for warmth. It worked surprisingly, but it wasn't comfortable, the hay was sharp ended in places, and poked me in my side, and my ass. Every time it did that, I would be awakened from slowly falling asleep, and it was beginning to annoy me. I didn't want to wake James, or Christina will my complaining, and I turned to find James wasn't asleep. He was awake, and looking at some photograph, he seemed sad to me.

"Can't sleep?" I asked gently moving from under a jacket I was using for a blanket, and sat up. I gently pushed my spectacles up the bridge of my nose, as they were sliding down.

James looked surprised to see that I was awake, and slowly his eyes roamed over me, and then back down to the photograph he was holding. He didn't seem upset that I had caught him at an emotional moment, looking down at the photograph.

"Is it your family, in the photograph?" I asked gingerly.

James shuffled gently in his position, not looking over to me, he answered me.

"My wife, I lost her to the virus, or whatever caused this whole mess." 

A simple answer, yet one that dumbfounded even me.

"You were married?" I asked surprised, my face must have shown my sheer shock, James had never told me once that he had been married.

"For several years, I was. Before the Outbreak, we planned to have our first child together, since our work lives had calmed enough, for us to plan a home life with a child." James explained, his words seemed to weigh heavy on his voice, as if talking about it was a pain for him.

I nodded, I didn't know what to say really, but I knew I wanted to see the photograph, and slowly I slid across the hay covered floor to James. He didn't flinch, or pull away to avoid showing the intimate photograph to me, and eventually I was sat next to him, and I peered down at the photograph. I was even more surprised, his wife was a beautiful, young black woman. In some ways, we both shared similarities. While my hair was brown and cut short, hers was long and lighter brown. She was beautiful, and they seemed happy, happier times before the Outbreak. She was smiling, in a clearly genuine pose, almost in a cheeky, playful one pressing lovingly against James's cheeks squeezing into the photograph.

It reminded me of photographs I had seen of my friends, and even some of my ex-boyfriends with their new partners, it always upset me as some seemed happy, and in others they seemed forced. This photograph was beautifully posed, taken and preserved. The edges of the photograph were frayed, damaged and yet the main body of the photograph was still intact in a good state. I looked at the photograph, studying it in more depth seeing how striking her brown, hazel eyes were. Even in a photograph they drew even my own interest. The photograph showed most her face, and her neck. 

She was very attractive, with a young, yet womanly figure and she appeared confident pressing her face lovingly against James. Her smile was strong, and showed how touching a moment this was, it wasn't a forced smile, nor a exaggerated one. It was a simple, happy smile for feeling happy with someone. In the photograph they were embracing I assumed, seeing how close their shoulders were pressed against each other. James looked so very happy, smiling just as lovingly with his wife, and he was natural in his appearance. His beard was partly grown out in the photograph, it wasn't thick yet it was full, and gave him a protective look. Grizzled, yet loving and caring.

For some reason in the pit of my stomach I felt a strange feeling, almost like butterflies trying to escape my tummy. I gently, as discreetly as I could I rubbed my tummy with my hand trying to ease the feeling away. 

"She's truly beautiful, you must really have loved her. What's her name?" I asked, being careful to speak about her in a present state, rather than a past tense. I knew how it felt to lose someone, losing my own Aunt to Cancer some years before, even I spoke about her in a present tense to people.

"Tiana, we married young. We got married when we were both twenty, we had grown up together in the same school and area of the city. Our families hated us for marrying so young, some of my family did not approve of our marriage, nor our relationship because of our difference in ethnicity. I told most of them to go and fuck themselves, I loved her too much to listen to people who did not understand how we truly loved each other, and those who characterized love in terms of race and shit like that. Even up until the Outbreak some of my family still refused to meet her, or speak to me again. Good riddance, I couldn't give two shits about anything of them." James laughed heartedly, his words made me flush and turn slightly red, luckily he hadn't noticed that.




Naomi Ch. 03



The way he spoke, of true love not being held back by barriers of race, ethnicity or where people came from made those damn butterflies return to my stomach once more. I smiled, trying to force down the feeling of those butterflies to the bottom of my stomach again with my hand. Could I be really have feelings for James, we had been traveling together, and had become close over that time. I thought back to how he reacted when I became friendly with Michael in Noblesville. He was jealous, maybe he did have feelings for me, maybe I was developing them for me. At times however I remembered he could be a real asshole, when something went wrong for us both, but maybe that was his defense, afraid of getting hurt again.

"You knew her for most of you life, and married her." I said smiling warmly, enjoying the feeling of what I was saying to him. 

James smiled warmly, peering down at the photograph.

"I remembered I pulled her pigtails on our first day in school together, we were only about seven at the time, the both of us. I did it our of sheer stupidity, that wouldn't have got me a girl, it would just make it clear to everyone I liked her. Tiana did the opposite however, instead of shouting at me to leave her alone, she squirted her juice box on my face and giggled. From that moment on we became friends, and grew up together, I only lived a few streets from her parent's home. We would walk to school together, back home with each other, sometimes we wouldn't go home to our parents until late. We would just hang out together in the park." James recounted his memories of Tiana and how they met.

"That didn't last for long, the years flew past and eventually we were in High School together, that was when I knew I loved her. She started dating this Jock on the football team, real asshole, treated her like shit and even called her derogative names and expected her to take them as a joke. Water off a duck's back so to speak, I expected her to hit him, dump him and see me for who I was for her. A friend, yet a friend who really loved her. But she didn't, she gave him chance after chance, I think because she didn't know how I felt about her, she thought he was her only chance of her first boyfriend. I could see it on her face every day, it was draining her, yet she continued to forgive him. One day in the canteen, in front of all of his Jock friends he made a sick, twisted derogative remark about Tiana, even though she was a perfect girl for him. I just saw red, weeks of watching him treat her like shit on his shoe, and not as his girlfriend. I just flipped out." James recounted, his smile was gone, replaced by an inner anger.

"What did you do?" I asked him, truly wanting to know the rest of the story.

"Nothing, until Tiana came into the canteen. I expected him to shut up, he wouldn't be so evil, so uncaring to make the same fucking remark right in front of her. Yet he did, and as he and his friends laughed he called her over to sit with him, and accept what he had said. She was crying, shaking, still holding her lunch on her tray. I wanted to break his fucking neck right at that moment, I was shaking, hoping she would end it with him there and then. She was too upset to think properly, and then he called her over like a dog to his owner, in front of most of the High School and expected her to come to him. I stood up, and walked right up to him, saying nothing. He and his friends were laughing like animals, and the rest of the canteen was silent. Then as I caught up to him, I hit him so hard, I broke my wrist. I hit him square on his forehead, and nose. He fell backwards like a ragdoll onto the lunch table, immediately his friends stood. Tiana wasn't alone, with just me as a friend, we had friends and they all stood up backing me up. My pals came to my side, and stared down his friends, as he got off the table." James was smiling, a content smile, a satisfied one even.

A man, who doesn't stand for anyone insulting a friend, or a woman he truly loves. It must have been torture for him, watching Tiana with the asshole she was dating. Knowing how much he loved her, yet couldn't tell her. I had been in that same situation as he had been, wanting to tell a guy I really liked him. 

"You knocked him on his ass!" I said loudly, before covering my mouth with my hand fearing my high voice would wake Christina. It hadn't, she just shuffled on the floor and went still again. 

James grinned, looking back between me and the photograph. He was so beautiful, his beard was grown out, yet that added warmth to his look. His eyes sparkled, as if staring into my own for something he seeked. His smile was warm, comforting, and true. He was perfect, at least in terms of a good man he was to me. 

"Knocked him on his ass, and then some." He said laughing gently.

I composed myself, and let my giggling subside before speaking again.

"What happened, after she saw you do that for her?" I asked him.

James looked at me, his full attention on me.

"I never gave her a chance to say a thing, I let my pals cover my back with the asshole, and walked over to her. She was still crying, and I pulled her close, and pretty much in front of everyone I whispered into her ear, everything. Everything I felt for her, how much I loved her, how long those feelings were there. She was shaking like a leaf, so I wrapped my arms around her and held her. A few moments went passed, and I looked down. She was just smiling, beaming, she wiped her tears away. She just told me, she always knew, and had always wanted me to just tell her. She had only gone with the Jock asshole, because I didn't tell her how I felt, and she wasn't brave enough to tell me herself." He explained, with a grin on his lips.

I didn't want to say anything, I just wanted to hear more of the story and smiled away at him. James laughed gently.

"And that was it, we began dating, all the way through the rest of High School and then through College together, we stayed together throughout it all. Once we both turned just about twenty, in the middle of our college courses, we decided to just go for it. We were grown adults now, and could make our own decisions. We went on our own, with our friends to a registry, and had a civil service and married. We made a promise that when we were ready, we would have the wedding she always wanted when we had the money. She was beautiful that day, she was wearing a lovely red dress, back-less and the veil. I knew then I was marrying the woman who to me, was the most beautiful woman in this world. We went for drinks, and had a meal together before we both had our honeymoon. It wasn't much, but we went for a weekend at a Bed & Breakfast in Vermont. We never told our families, until we got back and as you would expect, they all went ape shit about it." 

We both smiled, giggling as quietly as we could to not wake Christina. He took a glance at the photograph again.

"It was the best decision I ever made in my life, I was too happy with Tiana to care what any of my family felt about the wedding, or our relationship. Our aim then while at College was to study, and when ready rent a place together and move in, as husband and wife. We did, we moved in and made a life for ourselves." James smiled, with a happy grin.

Then that grin disappeared just as quickly, as it had appeared.

"She didn't last long, when the Outbreak hit. First it was a Cold, as the doctors told us, then it was an infection, and slowly she faded away. Tiana, was one of the victims of the natural death as some called it. The actual virus was strong enough to beat her, and because it was natural it was peaceful. We spent her last few days together, in bed, enjoying what time we had left together." James stated, his voice was straight now, the happiness drained away and now replaced with a painful tone.

"You dealt with her, coming back?" I asked him, afraid if it upset him to even ask that.

"Yeah... I did." He said simply, no emotion, just cold response, and he slowly folded the photograph over before putting it away inside his pocket.

I slowly, as gingerly as I could slid my hand onto his to comfort him. I didn't want him to think I felt pity for him, or sympathetic, I just wanted him to know he wasn't alone. I was here for him, and with him.

"I am so very sorry, James." I said in the gentle tone I could muster.

"As am I, Naomi." He said, and forced a painful smile. It was clear he didn't want to talk about his former wife, and the love of his life anymore. I settled for holding his hand, and leaned against the wall behind us, allowed my eyes to close gently. To let sleep slowly overtake us both, and it did eventually.

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Any and all feedback is appreciated, any ideas for the next installment I will read and incorporate into this series. I hope readers enjoy this series, and the romance is a change from the simple sex-themed stories, anything you want to contact me about this story, please do. Hope you liked it, people. 



Naomi Ch. 04



(Just to let the readers know, unlike the last two installments, this installment is written from two separate viewpoints; James, and Naomi.)



~James~

An almighty crash of breaking glass, and splintering wood awoke me from my sleep, I opened my eyes and saw Naomi resting her head on my shoulder, still asleep. I was surprised the loud noise, hadn't woke her. I gently nudged her, and she awoke startled. Her eyes took a few moments to focus, and rid themselves of the blur. I slid away from her to the open window that looked out of the barn, into the direction of the noise. Christina had awoken too, and she was slowly coming to her senses in the barn. I moved closer to the open window, as Naomi watched me in silence. I slid up to the edge of the window, and peered out to see the farmhouse the barn was part of. 

Outside of the old, two story farmhouse, there were several men all dressed in an assortment of military garb, and survivalist clothing and kit. They were all armed; some with hunting rifles, others with shotguns, and two with high-power assault rifles. From the distance I was watching them from, they looked to be AR-15's in their hands. 

"Survivors?" Naomi asked in a whisper. 

I looked at her, unsure of what to really tell her.

"They may be, they're all armed but there's something wrong with their setup. Give me a few seconds to see what they do to the farmhouse." I said gently.

I watched as three more men, obviously associated with the several others, step out of the farmhouse; but they weren't alone. They were dragging a young man out, with a young blonde girl, she looked to be only about nineteen years old. They were frog marched down the wooden steps of the property into the grassland outside, and forced onto their knees.

"What the fuck?" I said aloud, louder than a whisper. 

I jumped down onto the ground below me, next to Naomi and Christina, picking up one of the two hunting rifles we took from the dead Red Star cultists we had killed yesterday. I made sure it was loaded, and it had a scope on it. I moved back to the window, giving Naomi and Christina a signal to keep quiet. I looked back out of the barn window back to the front of the farmhouse, the girl and most likely her boyfriend were still on their knees in front of the armed men. 

"They aren't survivors, they're bandits. They're going to execute those kids out there." I said referring to the blonde girl and guy as kids, as they were younger than me.

Naomi looked out another high-up, nearby window to see what I was looking at.

"We can't let them kill them!" She said in a grunt, quite loudly.

I turned to her, and gave a clear look of surprise.

"They're are more than ten of them down there, we're outnumbered." I said defensively.

"I'm a good enough shot with the hunting rifle, I'll cover you with it, and Christina will use the other as best she can. You can get down there with the machine gun, and take them out before they can kill them." Naomi suggested to me.

"That won't work." I said angrily.

"Yes it will, they have no idea we're even up here. By the time they look up, me and Christina will have taken out at least two each." Naomi was adamant.

I sighed, I wouldn't be able to live this moment down, if I let those two kids die. Naomi would never forgive me for that. I grunted loudly.

"Get your asses up to the windows, once you see me approaching them; take out as many as you can from your positions. I will flank them around the tractor." I said handing my rifle to Naomi, and moving over to the weapons we had taken, I handed Christina the other hunting rifle.

I picked up the Mac-10 sub-machine gun, checked the magazine in it, and cocked the weapon back. 

"Naomi show her what to do, and don't let me get shot out there." I said with a sigh, shoving two more magazines for the machine gun into combat trouser pockets. 

I didn't wait for Naomi to say anything else, and leaped down as carefully as I could onto the ground floor of the barn, hitting a pile of hay for the landing. I was on my feet, and running out of the barn towards the tractor between the front of the farmhouse and the barn. 

As I moved slowly towards it, the crisp morning air bit at my face and hands. We were slowly entering Autumn, and that meant Winter eventually. My mind raced about the possible problems we would face in Winter; particularly food and shelter. I pushed those thoughts to the back of my head, and as I moved towards the rust-bucket of the tractor, I overheard the armed men.

"Where are your provisions?" The leader of the group asked the young man, he looked like a thug alright. He was a big white male, looked to have once to have been a member of a gang, and in my mind from his stature perhaps a biker gang. 

He wore some indistinct vest over his survival webbing and t-shirt; but I couldn't make out the design on it's back. He had long, dirty black hair that covered his neck, as he had his back to me. He was holding one of the AR-15's in his hand. He didn't look like an experienced serviceman or soldier, just a thug with a powerful weapon in his hands. 

"Tell us, you bastard, or we rape your pretty girlfriend." He sneered at him, from behind black sunglasses. 

The blonde girl began to weep, and shake. She looked pretty enough, and could have only stood at about 5'5 in height. She looked so small, and petite, and I guessed she weighed less than 120lbs. She had on a short, dirty, denim skirt over a pair of torn black leggings or tights with a simple white vest on. Her blonde hair was cut short, just below her ears, and clearly dirty, and disheveled.

"Please don't hurt us." She pleaded, shaking like a leaf. 

The leader sneered once more, and touched her chin with his dirty, tattooed hand. This set her boyfriend off, and he tried to stand up to confront the gang's leader. As he tried to stand, the sun glasses wearing leader, kicked him in the face, and sent him flying hard to the grass floor. The blonde girl began to cry, moving to him to offer her lover assistance. 

"Tell us now asshole, or we'll rape her pretty little ass until she begs us to stop." He laughed, sneering down at the couple. 

"We need those provisions." The blonde girl begged, clutching her boyfriend's arms.

"We all need provisions." One of the men laughed, and he set the rest off into a tirade of laughter. 

It was all off-key, and quite irritating.

The boyfriend was gasping, as the kick landed square on his chest, and had caused him to fight for breath.

"We haven't got much, please. We can't spare any." He coughed.

The leader laughed manically, and sneered down at the couple once more, as if they were ants to him.

"Rape the bitch, maybe that will make him talk." He said simply, and turned away allowing me to get a full view of his grey beard.

The men began to pull the blonde girl to her feet, trying to tear her clothes off of her body, as one of them held her boyfriend down. I had enough of this pissing contest, and with my arm waved back at the barn as my signal; hoping Naomi knew it was for them to start firing. The girl had some spark in her, and figured it out; and I heard two single shots. One of the shots hit the man holding down the boyfriend, square on the forehead; he fell to the floor, still as a statue. I assumed that was Naomi's shot, and the second hit one of the men tearing at the blonde girl's clothes, in the shoulder. He recoiled back, and fell to the floor clutching at the torn flesh.

I nodded towards the barn, and moved around the tractor giving Naomi and Christina a clear view of me, so as not to shoot me mistakenly. I clutched the sub-machine gun in my hands, and remembering the movies knew this sucker had a big fucking kick-back to it. I guessed my best bet was to keep it pressed against my shoulder to take the recoil in, without missing most of my shots. The weapon also came with a second handle on it, beneath the weapon, a few inches forwards of the trigger. 

I held onto both; the handle and the second one, used for aiming. Another two shots rang out, in quick succession. But as I peered over the tractor, I saw the big, ass leader of the pack flee and jump behind a low bearing brick wall. The two shots hit their targets, one in the chest and the other in another man's legs. That left nine armed men to still deal with, two injured among them. 

I saw the blonde girl pull from the men, to run to her boyfriend; as her attackers now saw the threat coming at them from the barn. They hadn't spotted me, as I jogged through the undergrowth around the side of the front porch of the farmhouse. The armed men began to fire indiscriminately at the barn, making my assumptions true; none were military men. I worried, for Naomi. 

Hoping she was safe in the barn, as the bandits shots went wide, only a few hit the wall of the ground floor. I decided to hit out, as a pair of two men were firing at the barn, behind the porch beams. I stood up, still crouched but not as low, and aimed at the beams of the farmhouse. I made sure the two people we were hoping to save, were out of the firing line; and they were. 

I brought the gun up to my shoulder, and aiming at the beams fired two bursts. Each burst sent three to four bullets at the beams, one hit a beam, and must have gone through the wood hitting one of the two men. He dropped, and didn't move again. The second burst, missed it's target, going wide around the other beam and man. Eight men left to go.

"Get that fucker!" The leader of the back, behind his sunglasses gestured to me from behind the wall he was hiding behind.

I couldn't help but smile, knowing my appearance had caused the asshole some discomfort. I moved quick, firing a third burst at the second man behind his beam once more. This time, I fired several shots, and peppered the beam. A few shots must have gone through the wood, as the man dropped groaning in pain. He wasn't dead, he was clutching like a baby at his chest, and legs where my shots hit home. I moved towards the porch, to finish the asshole off. 

I jumped the steps of the porch stairs, and onto the wooden porch. I turned my gun on the prone man, as his body convulsed in pain. I never even gave him a second thought, firing another burst at his chest; killing him instantly. My gun was empty, and as I pressed myself against the wall of the farmhouse I ejected the empty magazine. It hit the ground with a metallic noise, and I shoved the second magazine into the gun. Meaning I had one magazine left; sixty bullets left for the Mac-10. Seven assholes left to send to hell screaming.

I didn't have to worry so much, as my girls had the assholes pinned down with their rifles. Another guy dropped dead, as a shot hit his chest. He was quite close to the girl and boy cowering together behind a wall. They were out of the firing line at least, seven thugs left. I slid along the wall, to avoid getting shot due to a stupid mistake of mine; stepping out from cover. As I inched closer to the corner of the farmhouse wall, I knew I had to be careful and lean out slowly to avoid getting my head shot off.

The leader of the pack, was firing off his AR-15 in long, sustained automatic fire towards the barn. This asshole didn't seem to know it was the end-of-the-world, and that bullets didn't grow on trees. They may have been stupid in some areas, but stupidity for some men and women could turn into far-worse creations; these men were just that. They were willing to rape an innocent young girl, for a few tins of meat and food. Thinking about it, maybe I would have smacked the boyfriend around if I was desperate; I hoped I would never have to do that. 

These bandits may have been stupid in regards to ammunition expenditure, but they knew that moving slowly towards your target gradually was a worthy tactic. The leader, and the last six guys began to inch towards the barn slowly from behind cover. That put my fears for Naomi higher than I liked, so I decided to speed up my pace. I turned the corner, and ran hitting the ground on my side behind a low bearing wall close to the couple in distress. 

That was a shrewd move on my part, as several shots hit the wall of the farmhouse above me.

Two more shots rang out from the barn, but as the bandits and their leader moved closer to it, the shots weren't as accurate. One shot hit one of the bandits in the neck, a clear kill-shot as he gurgled for breath and life on the ground. The second shot rang out, and hit a ginger-haired thug in the shoulder, he fell to the floor, but he was made of stronger stuff and got back to his feet.

Too bad I had him in my sights, the distance was too far still for the Mac-10 to hit home. So I pulled from my webbing around my waist, a Glock 17 pistol I had taken from the dead Cultists. I aimed as best as I could with one hand, as my other was holding the machine gun. I fired, and hit the injured man square in the chest, and he fell down dead. Not too bad a shot, even for me. I shoved it back into my webbing, and moved towards the last five men, including the asshole leader of them, who I had my sights on personally. He was going to die painfully.

Then I saw it, I don't know if it belonged to the bandits, or the former owners of the farm. There was a red tin can on it's side on the grass, close to two of the men firing at the barn. They were unaware of it, but perhaps there was nothing inside it to shoot at. I wouldn't know unless I fired off a shot, wishing I had kept my Glock 17 out in hand, I pulled it free from my webbing once more. I had only a few seconds to get a dead-on shot at the petrol can, as the two men near it were edging closer to the barn. 

Two more shots ran out from the barn, neither hit anything as the bandits were behind heavy cover. I dropped the Mac-10 at my feet briefly, and with one hands caressing the pistol, aiming down its sights; I fired. There was a huge explosion, about the size of the tractor, perhaps even double it's side. The explosion was balloon of fire, that engulfed the two gunmen near it. As the initial, big flame died I saw they were both set alight, on fire themselves.

It was quite a sight, and not one that I enjoyed as much as I expected. The smell of burning flesh was heavy on my nose, and I decided to put the unlucky sons of bitches out of their misery. They didn't deserve it, but I gave them it anyway. I fired twice, both shots hitting each of the two flaming men in the chest; dropping them. As the acrid smell of smoke and burning meat filled my nostrils, I counted two men left, and Mr Biker himself. That was it now, the bandits were too close to the barn, for the rifle fire to hit them. I hoped Naomi and Christina realized that, and switched to their pistols. 

I moved now openly towards the last two men with my guns, who seemed to be thinking of abandoning their leader and fleeing for safety. I didn't let them think that thought for too long, and as they began to inch away from their cover towards the open road to their left, only a few hundred yards to safety. 

Too bad I wasn't as merciful as most people, I fired a burst of handgun fire at them hitting one in the back. The other turned to me and was about to bring his shotgun to bear on me, but I fired at him with the machine gun in a pray-and-spray manner. I wasn't aiming for the kill zone of his body, I just wanted to drop the son-of-a-bitch. 

I achieved my aim, several shots hit him in the arms, legs, and chest, even the neck. He dropped like an empty bottle of beer to the grass. Now this left me and the boss-man, for our own private confrontation. I kept low and moved towards him, shoving the Mac-10 this time into my webbing, I wanted accuracy for him.

With both my hands free I gripped the Glock 17, and moved low towards him. He knew I was coming and turned to fire at me with his AR-15, he was chewing through his ammo. His shots went wide, and everywhere; good for me that was. I wasn't a serviceman, and I'm not trying to paint myself as one; but I knew common sense. Not to waste ammo, especially when it's in low numbers as it is.

Aiming down the sights prone on the grass, I fired. As he was moving around like a bumbling giant, my shot struck him in his left knee. The shot forced him to buckle, and fall to his knees screaming in pain. He was quite a large guy, I could see that now; he was fat, and clearly more of a threat when up close.

He wasn't one now, if I moved fast enough. I did just that, running towards him, and kicking the AR-15 from his hands as it rested on the grass. He gasped in pain, and buckled even further onto the grass. He was breathing hard, and gasping in pain and exertion. 

"You think you've won?" He laughed, grimacing in pain.

"I know I have, for a start." I said simply, this wasn't pleasure to me, this was justice.

He grunted in pain, and I saw Christina and Naomi run out from the barn to meet me.

"Go see to the girl, and her boyfriend. They're shaken up, and quickly. I don't want this attracting any Walkers to us." I said simply.

Christina nodded, and ran to the couple, but Naomi didn't. She looked at me, as if searching for my intentions.

"What about him?" She asked me.

I looked at her, with my handgun dangling in one hand; and his AR-15 across the grass a few feet away. She shouldn't have even bothered asking me.

"I'm going to deal with him, see to the couple with Christina." I said with not emotion in my voice, it was flat.

She knew my answer, before even asking me. She simply nodded, yet her eyes still searched mine for answers. She moved off to the couple, leaving me alone with the fallen leader of his pack of wild dogs.

He was clenching his teeth, and looked up at me with tears in his eyes; caused by pain.

"You think killing me is going to stop all raiders, and bandits? You thinking saving one couple like them changes anything?" He asked me.

"It's a start, I'd call it." I said emotionless, no longer letting my Glock 17 dangle in my hand, it was gripped in my hands like a vice.

He grinned, and his little sneer returned to his face, as if he knew something we didn't.

"You can kill me, but how long until you become like me? Like all these guys you've killed? How long until you feel the pressure on you, and your little group when the food runs out." He patronized me, and I was beginning to detest him trying to defend his own actions.

"We're not like you." I said with a malice in my voice, my hatred for this guy was evident.

"Not now, but you will become like me eventually. When the food runs out, when water cannot be found anywhere, and when medicine is as rare as a charged-up battery. In time you'll become like me, and you'll ask yourself; was it worth killing the same animals you've become?" He sneered, and wiped away spittle on his jaw.

I gripped my handgun in hand, and brought it up to the height of his head and forehead. I didn't say a word, I didn't want to try and defend my actions, my actions were good, and with good intention; but what he had said lingered in my mind. There's a beast in every man, and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand. How long until you become the beast? I thought to myself. I aimed down the sight with both hands on the grip and the underside of the handgun. 

"Animals eventually become rabid, you'll become just like me eventually. You can deny it as much as you fucking like, it won't change anything when the time comes." He grinned with his ugly sneer beneath his grey beard. 

I said nothing more, and pulled hard on the trigger, the shot rang out and struck his forehead. He dropped to the floor, motionless; dead. There was no cheering, not congratulating crowd to thank me for ridding the world of one less animal. Just silence. Naomi and Christina were busy with the couple we had saved, checking them over, and talking to them. I looked at the dead around us, more than ten survivors dead; even if bandits. I looked at their weapons, and hoped Walkers were away a far enough distance to not have noticed this gunfight unfold. I knelt down, and collected all the ammo on the dead leader for his AR-15, and moved over and picked that up as well. 




Naomi Ch. 04



I wasn't in the mood for emotional turmoil, and heart-breaking moment for the couple, so I chose that moment to go between the dead bodies of those we had just killed; searching for ammunition and weapons. I found additional ammunition for a few of the pistols we already had, and I brought the pistols into a small pile between the barn and the farmhouse. As I moved between each of the bodies, those that hadn't been shot in the head, I finished off with my fireaxe, that I retrieved from the barn. 

Most of the corpses, I decapitated them of their heads to stop them from coming back to life as zombies. I even took some delight in hacking off the bandit leader's head, and kicked it across the grass. 

The couple with Christina and Naomi watched me in silence. I knew this was unsettling to the couple, particularly the blonde girl who watched in silence, yet she was shaking. I collected the two AR-15 rifles from the dead leader and one of the other decapitated bandits, between them both they had about ninety rounds left; they really did chew through their precious ammunition in the gun fight. I also collected two shotguns, and a few hunting rifles from the rest of the dead. 

Sadly even with the other weapons, they're wasn't much ammunition left in them; half of what I hope for initially to find. Finally happy with my search, with the weapons in piles, and the ammunition in another pile next to it. I turned to look at the others, and they were watching me in silence once more. I said nothing, and moved towards them holding my Mac-10 in hand, and my Glock 17 inside the webbing I wore.

Naomi was watching me inventively, every move I made, she watched. She must have seen the lack of emotion in my face as I collected the weapons from the dead, yet she was also the one intent only moments earlier to find out how I was going to deal with the bandit leader. 

"This is Sarah, and Michael. They're boyfriend and girlfriend." Naomi said to me as I approached the four of them. 

I nodded, not particularly caring what they're names were. 

"Is this your house?" I asked, directing my question to the young man; Michael.

He wasn't particularly tall, or truly dominating in appearance but he stood at a good 5'9 in height, and looked to have a good 180lbs on himself with short black hair. He rubbed his short, black stubble on his chin, looking at me.

"It's my grandparent's house, and the farm. We both headed here once the Outbreak started, we knew it was safe, and had hoped my grandparents were home. They weren't however, when we arrived and we assumed they had fled." He answered me, but his eyes told me another story. He didn't seem convinced by his final words to me.

I let the Mac-10 dangle against my leg, as I watched his eyes and face.

"You don't believe that though, do you?" I asked him, latching onto the mystery of his words.

He squirmed, his eyes rolling to look at Sarah next to him.

"No, when we arrived we found blood, and gore marks on the walls of the master bedroom, but they weren't anywhere in the house. We searched everywhere, but my grandparents weren't here." He answered me, and what he told me seemed to touch a nerve in his mind; he squirmed further. It was clear he assumed what I had, that they were dead and freshly turned into Walkers.

I took another glance over my shoulders to the bodies of the dead bandits, and then back to Michael.

"You told the leader, that you didn't have provisions to spare." I said in a simple tone, it was a fact, but I wanted him to expand on his answer to me.

"I was telling him the truth." Michael said, becoming nervous, he looked back to his girlfriend before turning back to me.

I smiled.

"Listen pal, I'm not asking to see your pantry. I'm not asking for anything from you, but for what we did for you, the least you can give us is a warm meal before we get back on the road." I said simply, never letting my eyes leave Michael's in order to make him uncomfortable.

I was using my choice of words to strike a cord with Sarah, and her instincts to help those who help them, if she had any left. Michael looked uncomfortable, he wasn't stupid this kid, he knew I was playing the cords to get Sarah to intervene. It worked like a fucking charm.

"Michael they just saved us, saved me from being raped by those men, the least we can do is feed them." She said turning to face her lover.

Michael gasped, being turned on even by his own girlfriend, and he brought his hand up to rub his face. It was clear Sarah won this argument with him.

"Fine, a meal but then they need to leave." Michael sighed.

I grunted.

"Fuck it a meal will do me just fine, son." I said in a tone that played on his age difference, it wasn't big but he definitely disliked it.

Sarah turned to us again; facing me, Christina and Naomi.

"We need to get inside, we've had Walkers scout around the farmhouse in the late hours. If they see us, they'll be around the farmhouse all night long looking for us." Sarah said.

I sighed, and nodded to the pile of weapons and ammunition nearby.

"Better get a move on, grab some of that gear and bring it inside." I said to everyone, including Michael who looked like a grumpy child to me.

I think my words moved on the awkward glaring match me and him were having, and everyone including the girls helped carry in the weapons and ammo for them, into the property. We entered the farmhouse through the front door, but as we did inside it was clear Michael had done some tinkering with the place, and the front door was blocked and even booby-trapped. Sadly that hadn't stopped the bandits from dragging them both out to be executed, had we not intervened.

Once everyone was inside, with Naomi and me last through the door; Michael closed the door, and moved a large cupboard in front of the door to block it. He had the brains even if he was a child when confronted, on something. Once the door was blocked off, I looked around and noticed Michael's tinkering; he had blocked off windows with whatever furniture they could find. It wasn't Fort Knox that was for sure, but it could withstand a few Walkers if they came under siege, but more than several the farmhouse would collapse like a castle made of playing-cards.

With the weapons indoors, Michael directed us to a side-room where we could store the surplus weaponry; it was a simple room with a table, and a few chairs. It was clear it was a meeting room used for hosting parties or gatherings. As Sarah guided Christina into the room her and her boyfriend had been using to sleep, and rest in; Michael left me and Naomi alone in the small room. I turned around after putting down a shotgun I found on top of the table in the center of the room; as I turned I almost bumped into Naomi.

"I'm sorry." I said gently, forcing a smile.

Naomi didn't seem awkward, or at any discomfort being so close to me, we were just three, maybe even four inches apart.

"It's OK, listen I wanted to talk to you; about something." She said to me gently, her eyes on mine, they felt like their piercing into my very fucking soul. What was it about Naomi, it felt intoxicating to be even in her presence.

"What about?" I asked. 

She moved closer, Jesus just two inches apart.

"I want to talk about things, how we should never let go of wanting to be with someone; even at the end of the world. Love can be found anywhere, I believe." She said, her words were like whispers in my ear.

Her eyes flowed all over my face, and down to my navel where my neck was slightly exposed under the webbing and shirt I wore.

I wanted to show her I was a man, but a man with some morals; I wanted her, but not in a sleazy way.

"I can't do anything like that, not yet anyway with any woman. Tiana is still strong in my heart, I won't ever let her go until I'm ready." I said speaking of my wife.

Naomi shivered, and everything changed. She was no longer confident, even sure of herself and she quivered.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that of you. To let go of her, I should go and check on the others." She said and turned abruptly to leave the room. 

I tried to call after her, but she wasn't listening. I was left alone in the room, with the weapons, feeling like the biggest idiot left in the world. Naomi wanted me to open myself to another woman's love, my Tiana was gone. Naomi just wanted to love someone, and be loved back; how fucking stupid I was to not see that as it was. She deserved love, with someone even in the state of the world at that moment.

I put down the final 9mm Beretta I had taken from the dead bandits onto the table, and left the room to find Naomi; to apologize. I found her as I trailed down the corridor, but she was inside the room that Michael and Sarah called home. It was once the lounge of the house, the television still on the stand against the window of the room. The difference now compared to about a year ago, was the windows of the room were boarded up and blocked with furniture. Candles, about a dozen of them were scattered around the room and were alight. It gave the room a very warm glare, but didn't afford much in lighting. There she was, cradling herself like a child on the sofa of the room, her feet up on the sofa, and her knees up towards her face. Naomi rested her chin on her knees, and as I entered the room her eyes were on me, but the lack of light didn't afford me the chance to see how she felt about me.

Everyone else was sat around a large pair of candles in the center of the room on the floor, next to the camping cooking equipment the couple used to cook their food. It wasn't much, a simple halogen cook-fire; they did have two of the cook-fires however. Together it could cook a good meal, simultaneously cooking two dishes at the same time. It was comfortable, but not much else; around them were blankets spread out across the floor, they didn't have beds. They both simply slept together under the blankets, as a couple would.

Christina was huddled up in the corner of the room to the right of Naomi, and the couple were to Naomi's left around the cook-fire. Naomi's glare was clear as the candle light briefly illuminated her face, she wasn't happy; but she wasn't angry either. She was sad, her eyes on me at first, then down to the cook-fire. I had broken her spirit with my own words, she had hoped for something; and I dashed those hopes. 

Sarah shuffled forward from Michael to the cook-fire, and picked up two tins of food, in the light I couldn't make out their contents.

"We have some spaghetti, and some beans. We can mix them together, and share it out." Sarah explained holding the tins.

Everyone nodded, Naomi never even lifted her chin from her knees and nodded as best she could. Sarah began to open the tins with a tin-opener, and quickly emptied their contents into the two pots on each cook-fire. The flame was already licking at the bottom of the pots, and would soon cook the food. There was absolute silence, and awkward once more between us all. The food cooked, but there wasn't any words spoken, just the occasional gasp or grunt. Finally Michael decided to break the ice.

"You're welcome to stay the night if you like, but in the morning I think it's for the best if you continue on your travels." He said, while it should have been directed to us all in the trio; it seemed it was aimed at me exclusively. His eyes made that clear, he didn't like me.

The candles illuminated us both partially, it was a surprise that no one stepped in after noticing the animosity between me and him. Steam began to pour from the tops of the open pots, and the food was close to cooking fully. Regardless me and Michael's eyes never left each other, even across the cook-fire we had our own staring competition going on. Eventually Sarah moved to the cook-fire and began to empty the contents of the pots into plates and bowls. It wasn't much but hot, cooked food was a better choice than cold baked beans.

Sarah handed Christina her bowl, as she was huddled up against a blanket pressed against the sofa. Sarah handed a plate of the mixture to Naomi who took it from her in silence, and slowly began to poke at it with a fork she was given. Michael was handed his own bowl of the food, yet his eyes never seemed to leave me as he took it in hand. Finally Sarah handed me a small bowl filled halfway to the top with the baked beans and spaghetti, the steam from it was quite hot and overpowering. I took it and smiled at her, taking the fork I began to poke the food, to measure it's heat.

It was too hot to take mouthfuls of it, it would simply burn the skin off my lips if I did. I chose to just poke at it, and blow air from my mouth to try and cool it. I looked over to Naomi, she wasn't eating, but simply poking at her food. Some time passed, as we each blew cold air on our food, eventually it was cool enough to eat, and we ate in silence huddled around the cook-fire. Michaels continued his tirade of fucking staring daggers at me, and I had enough of it. I was trying to eat and the asshole wasn't letting up.

"You enjoy staring daggers at me, Mikey?" I asked in a straight tone, over my food in hand.

Everyone went still like stone statues, their eyes did the only movements, watching me and Michael.

"You may have saved us out there, but that don't mean we're going to give you everything we have." He spat back at me, leaning over in my direction, with his bowl of food.

I laughed heatedly.

"Spare me the fucking tough-guy act, we don't want everything you have. We have what we need, and you have yours. But yeah we did save your fucking ass, I wish it had only been Sarah we saved; you're just a piece of useless meat to me." I grunted back gripping my bowl.

I think I hit a nerve with the prick, he stood putting his bowl down, and trying to square up to me, even in the low dim of the candle light.

"Oh please, is this how we're going to play this shit out. We beat back the bandits only for you gutless asshole to turn on us." I said putting my bowl aside and stood.

He moved forwards a step, next to the cook-fire simmering away.

"We would have survived, we would have given them what they wanted and they'd have moved on!" Michael sneered back at me.

I didn't move but I crossed my arms across my chest looking straight at him.

"They were going to rape Sarah, that's what they would have done. Then they would have slit your throat, stuck a leash on her and taken her as a slave. They were former Bikers, probably of a 1% motorcycle club. Nothing has changed for them, just more to do and get away with without punishment. Sarah would have been a piece of meat to them, to have their fun with until they bored of her; then you know what they would have done to her." I said defensively, and Michael's stone-ass face dropped; he knew I was right.

Everyone was quiet, until Sarah began to sob; Naomi and Christina moved to comfort her. Michaels said nothing, his body movements told me was unsure of what to do next.

"Now sit down, before we have to have a tussle if that's what you want kid?" I said, and he immediately sat down with another piss-poor grumpy expression on his face.

I sighed, and sat down picking up my bowl of food and began to eat as Naomi turned to look at me. She didn't seem happy, mind you there was nothing to be happy about I guess. I moved to be more comfortable on the large leather chair I was sat in, and ate quietly. Michael sulked, now poking at his food as the girls comforted the distraught Sarah. The rest of the night played out the same way, Sarah cuddled up to Michael on the sofa, Christina slept on the floor on a blanket and Naomi next to her for warmth. I decided to keep watch, with one of the two AR-15's nearby in case we came under attack. 

The Next Morning, Approximately 8:25am, Farmhouse

~Naomi~

The next morning came, and I felt like shit. I had been so stupid to even approach the idea of James letting go of his wife; how could I even speak of that to him. I woke groggy, my eyes and whole body ached. I looked around me and saw the root cause for that; I had been sleeping on my side, and the blanket was no longer under me. My hips and side bristled in aches and pains as I sat up. I looked across the room, and there he sat. Not awake, but alert. His body was attuned to awakening fully when something awoke him; a sound, a movement, and he would react. He was clutching one of the two AR-15 rifles he had taken from the dead bandits. It was dangling from his trigger finger, as his head was slumped forwards; sleeping away.

I was angry at him, I wanted to hit him, punch him and wake him up; but I also felt sad, at talking to him in such a way last night. I moved closer to the cook-fire, where Sarah was cooking food, it smelled good. It was the same as last night; beans and spaghetti, but she also put some form of meat into it as well. It may have been tinned meat, but I was starving for it regardless.

"Smells good." I said smiling, brushing my hair from my face.

Sarah smiled at me, and was mixing the pots with a wooden spoon.

"It's not much, I found a tin of spam meat in the kitchen so I broke it up and put it in the pots. It's not much I know." She giggled gently, and low so as not to wake anyone.

I smiled, it could have been beef Jerky and it would have been a pleasant surprise for me. I moved close, and let the smell of the cooking meat, beans and spaghetti hit my nose. God it smelled nice.

"I think we could all use a good shower, and clean clothes; with what we've all been through." Sarah grinned at me, and looked at her own dirty white vest, that hard marks of dirt in places. I couldn't help do the same to my own white vest, which was now torn in places, and in others literally dirty from mud and sweat. 

"I would if we had the chance, I don't deny that." 

I laughed.

Sarah smiled back, we shared this short womanly moment together. Talking about the things we missed from the old days; clean water, clean clothes, even make-up.

Sarah was still mixing the food in the pots, and looked over the steam wafting upwards from them.

"So how long have you and that James fella been together?" She asked with a grin across her lips.

Where did she get that idea from? I wondered to myself.

"Wait, me and James?" I asked surprised.

Sarah noticed my surprise and her grin disappeared.

"I'm sorry I just assumed, you both seemed so close since we met you both. Are you not together?" Sarah asked, quite uncomfortable now with the question she asked me.

I sighed.

"I know it seems we're together, we've been travelling since the Outbreak; but no we're just companions. He lost his wife to the virus." I said looking at him sleeping, hoping he didn't hear me disclose that final fact to Sarah.

Sarah nodded, her smile was gone now as she looked at me.

"It's a shame really, you two make a great couple. Maybe some day for you both?" She asked mixing the food.

"Maybe someday, but he needs time to heal over the loss of his wife. I want to give him that time." I said watching the food cooking hungry.

Eventually Christina awoke, struggling against one of the blankets that was wrapped around her mid-drift. She sat up, with a bewildered look on her face; of someone not happy to wake.

"You're up." I said grinning to her.

She groaned.

"God you two were so fucking loud, I've been lying there awake for the past five minutes." She moaned in a grumpy tone.

I was about to warn her to keep her voice down, but I didn't need to bother as she looked over at James and then to Michael noting they were both asleep.

"Sorry." She whispered with an apologetic tone, before moving across the floor towards us both around the cook-fire.

"What were you two talking about, anyway?" She asked us both.

I thought Sarah would know better, and make up an excuse but she blurted out the truth before she corrected herself.




Naomi Ch. 04



"James and Naomi..." She began before correcting herself.

She looked over to me, and gave the look of a child knowing they were in trouble and accepting a berating for it.

"I'm sorry, Naomi." She said to me apologizing. 

"Oh that thing." Christina whispered smiling at me.

I sighed, rubbing my legs through my jeans as they itched my skin.

"How long have you known then?" I asked Christina.

She grinned, and looked over at the cooking food.

"I've known since we began travelling together, it was quite obvious." She answered me.

I sighed again, so damn tired in trying to hide what was really going on between me and James from people; if indeed it was so obvious to everyone. Why bother hiding it anyway; he didn't like me in that way that I liked him. 

"He's not - well lets just say he's not interested in me in such a way as I would like." I said forcing a smile, which soon sloped away.

Christina and Sarah exchanged looks, as they did I looked at James sleeping and hoped to whatever God was above to keep him sleeping, so he did not hear us.

"Maybe he is interested in you in that very same way you want; he just needs time to accept the loss of his wife." Sarah ventured.

I breathed hard, rubbing my hands together and trying to not look Sarah or Christina into their eyes; or they would know how upset I truly was.

"Even if that is what he needs, I would be second best to his wife; he was truly in love with her. I know that, I would be just someone for him to be close to and care for. He already cares for me; just not in the way I would like." I said pushing my hair from my face once more.

Christina appeared uncomfortable herself, rubbing her knees through her dirty, torn, black leggings.

"Maybe you need to tell him how you are feeling towards him." Christina advised me.

I smiled, they were trying their best for me; I couldn't fault them for that.

"I've tried, something gets in the way, or like yesterday he simply told me he wasn't interested until the memory of his wife was ready to pass on." I said with a sad tone.

There was nothing more they could say or advise me to do; I was in this rut myself and myself alone. I couldn't, and wouldn't upset them with my problems. It was good timing; my new thought as James began to shuffle and slowly wake where he sat.

"What's going on?" He asked in his groggy state, and I looked at Christina and Sarah hoping to God they knew now was to stay quiet.

They did just that, and said nothing allowing me to speak.

"Nothing, just girl talk." I said forcing a smile once more as Sarah began to dish out the food into the bowls and plates again just like last night.

He accepted my piss-poor excuse and sat up, obviously smelling the food cooking.

"I'm starving." He said standing up and moving over to us, with the AR-15 rifle in his hands.

I smiled again, as Sarah handed me one of the filled bowls to hand to James. I did it smiling, hiding how I really felt about him; he took it and thanked me. He sat down on the sofa, and Michael awoke now looking groggy too. We all began to hand filled bowls and plates to each other until Michael was last to get his food. We all began to eat in silence, except for the birds outside twitting away with their morning calls. 

It was an awkward silence once more; not in the least thanks to James and Michael staring daggers at each other again. There was only animosity between them, and the sooner we moved on it would be for the better.

"Relax, son. We're leaving today, so you don't need to worry about sharing this farmhouse with us any longer." James said in a laced-tone, eating his food.

Michael was quick to glare back at him, from just a few meters away.

"Good to hear, be for the best." He said spitting venom back at James.

James forced a mocking, sarcastic smile at Michael before eating again.

I had enough of this hatred, and stepped in.

"Both of you cut that crap out, we're leaving today Michael so relax. We will be out of your hair in about an hour alright?" I asked Michael, with my straight attitude towards him; confronting yet civil.

He nodded acknowledging me.

"That's fine by me." He said gently.

James said nothing and sat back eating his food. I sat back to eat myself, and the silence went on.

An Hour Later, Approximately 9:25am, Farmhouse

~James~

As per Naomi's promise for us to leave within the hour; myself and Naomi were packing our supplies and weapons waiting for Christina on the house porch.

"What's taking her so long?" I asked Naomi as I shoved some of the handguns into a bag, with ammunition. We had decided with Sarah that her and Michael could keep one of the AR-15 rifles with ammunition, along with a few pistols, two of the hunting rifles we had amassed, and one of the pump-action shotguns. We were taking with us what was left, including three hunting rifles and one of the shotguns.

"Not sure, she said she wanted to speak to Sarah about something before we left." Naomi said filling a bag of her own; but with supplies and food. She had opted to use and carry with her one of the hunting rifles we had; as she was a good shot with it as seen yesterday.

Christina soon stepped out of the farmhouse, but didn't have her bag or equipment I expected her to bring with her.

"What's up? Where's your stuff?" I asked her standing straight.

Naomi stood too, watching Christina standing near to the door. Christina sighed, and leaned on the door frame with her hand.

"I'm going to stay guys, I'm not going." She said gently.

I was flabbergasted, what brought this on? I wondered to myself.

"Why?" Naomi asked her.

Christina smiled faintly.

"I can see that I am much more needed here, with Sarah and Michael. They need a helping hand getting this farm back up and working, plus they've never killed anyone before. They need to be trained up, should bandits turn up again. I can see that I can do more here, for them than on the road." Christina explained.

I didn't know why she wanted to stay, but she was her own person and could make her choices. She was an adult. I nodded in acceptance, even if I didn't fully understand her reasons for her choice.

"I understand, you've made your choice Christina." I said gently, with a shrug.

Naomi nodded, whether in agreement or simple understanding I didn't know.

"I'm sorry guys, but you are both better on your own together than with someone else to worry about." Christina said smiling.

Naomi looked at me, there was an uncomfortable silence; as if she knew something that I did not know. Whatever Christina's reasons for leaving our party; I accepted them of her. I moved towards her, extending my hand so I could say my goodbye to her.

"Get away with that crap, you saved my fucking life. A handshake ain't enough for what you both did for me." Christina giggled moving towards me, and with her arms quickly spread she took me in for a close, bear hug. It was warm and caring, as she rubbed her cheek against my shoulder.

"You saved my life, I only hope one day to repay you both." She smiled, breaking the hug with me and moving to Naomi. 

They performed a more womanly, girl to girl embrace; giggling as they both did it. Christina pressed her face gently against Naomi's, and even she smiled. Slowly they broke their embrace, stepping back together.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Naomi asked her.

Christina smiled.

"I feel like a third wheel, it's not right to get between you both." She said almost in a whisper, as if hoping I didn't overhear her words.

Naomi quickly glanced at me, measuring my response; what did Christina mean by a third wheel? I ignored my own question, we had pressing matters as it was. I was keeping an eye on the perimeter of the farmhouse, in case Walkers stumbled upon us. I saw a few in the distance of where we had initially traveled from with Christina in tow two days before.

Naomi smiled, and kissed Christina on the cheek.

"I hope we meet again, in better days ahead." Naomi grinned.

I nodded.

"I hope for that too." I added.

Christina smiled, and nodded towards the Walkers I spotted in the distance.

"Well I better get inside, I have planned to teach Sarah and Michael how to use the hunting rifles you gave us. I'll just show them what I remember from yesterday, hopefully that will better prepare them for both Walkers and bandits." She explained, waving once more to us before stepping back inside the farmhouse letting the door close behind her.

I looked at Naomi.

"She's made her decision, I just hope it was the right one for her." I said gently, before zipping my back shut, and picking up my AR-15 rifle. 

Naomi did the same with her bag, with everything packed away; she picked up her hunting rifle.

Naomi nodded.

" I do too." She said and we put our bags onto our shoulders, strapping them into place with our weapons in hand we set off for the low-bearing fencing that separated us from the Eastern direction we were aiming for. We began our long trek, slowly climbing over the fencing and marching to the East.

A Few Hours Later, Approximately 5:35pm, Open Road, Along An Unknown Highway Route

~James~

A few hours had passed since leaving the farmhouse; and Christina there. We had traveled along a deserted highway in the general direction of the East, it was uneventful other than a moment of fear when as we passed a few parked cars on the highway, we came across Walkers. These Walkers however were strapped into the car seats, their seat belts had kept them pinned in place; saving us from an ambush.

Whilst an occupant of a stationary car snapped his missing teeth at me, and the lower part of his jaw; I found in the backseat some sealed bottles of fresh water and some snacks. There wasn't much, maybe a dozen chocolate bars of different brands and some beef jerky. Not exactly a meal, but something to give us energy when we needed it on the road. After a few hours along the highway, Naomi noticed something in the distance ahead; and I asked her for the hunting rifle she had. It had a working scope on it's frame, I planned to use it as a single binocular to look ahead.

I put down my AR-15 next to my feet, and brought the rifle to my shoulder. The scope needed some adjustment but I was able to do that, and Naomi spoke as I did it.

"I think I saw some military grade vehicles up ahead, and a flag in the air." She said simply.

I peered down the scope, with it now adjusted I could make out some makeshift buildings up ahead, and a gate-house. The buildings were made of scrap metal, obviously designed for mobile set-up. It was clear that the whole set-up was military as the buildings had stenciled writing on them; US ARMY CHECKPOINT.

The gate-house was deserted, and a sign on it's outer wall read; BIO-HAZARD INSPECTION, PREPARE FOR IDENTIFICATION AND PHYSICAL INSPECTION FOR INFECTION BY ORDER OF THE U.S GOVERNMENT.

This was a military outpost, but the question remained. Was it still occupied or abandoned? I continued to look at the outpost, it was made up of several small mobile buildings, and from a distance there were clear bullet holes in the building walls, and gate-house. Whatever happened here, wasn't good news.

"Can you see anyone?" Naomi asked me excitedly.

I swung my head to indicate No to her, and continued to look through the scope.

"No one that I can see, the gate-house is empty. If there were anyone still occupying the outpost; then the gate-house would be active." I said noticing the issues.

Naomi sighed.

"Do we go in, or bypass it?" She asked me gently,

I lowered the rifle, and looked at her.

"We could use the ammunition, and supplies if there are any." I said. 

I mulled the idea over in my head, the risks and the possible rewards and finally decided.

"We go in, get ready to move." I said handing her the hunting rifle and picking up my AR-15 once again before we began to move towards the empty, and apparently abandoned military outpost.



Any and all feedback is appreciated, any ideas for the next installment I will read and incorporate into this series. I hope readers enjoy this series, and the romance is a change from the simple sex-themed stories, anything you want to contact me about this story, please do. Hope you liked it, people.



Naomi Ch. 05



 (Just to let the readers know, unlike the last two installments, this installment is written from two separate viewpoints; James, and Naomi.) 

~Naomi~

I was slowly following behind James, as we approached the desolate, and abandoned military outpost we had just come across. I was slowly sweating, as moistness gathered on my forehead, we were not really running, but we certainly weren't running. James reached the perimeter fence first head of me, and I caught up with him; I pressed against the fencing beside him.

"Something is wrong, with this setup." James said aloud, mostly to himself than to me.

This worried me, if James thought something bad was up ahead then I would usually vouch for him on it. I held the hunting rifle in my grip, one hand on the handle and the other on the underside of the wooden frame. James had his own weapon, the AR-15 in his own hands and he looked like a soldier to me, in the way he held it and the way he positioned himself against the fencing beside me.

I looked over James's shoulder, towards the abandoned gatehouse ahead of us, and it looked barren. There was no corpses, no signs of attack in the form of blood on the pavement or road leading through, alongside the structure. 

"What do, we do?" I asked him.

He never looked at me, he didn't have to; I was waiting on his words, not his movements.

"We keep moving, but slowly. If this is a trap laid out by bandits, we do not want to get stuck in the open grounds of the gatehouse, they'll be able to pick us off from a distance." He told me, relating his fears and plan to me.

I just nodded, knowing he probably didn't see me even nodding for him. Slowly he edged forwards, along the fencing towards the gatehouse with his rifle aimed high and ready to fire, if someone or something should jump out at him. We eventually reached the gatehouse wall, but it felt like it had taken us much longer than just a few moments; with my heart in my throat fearing the worst.

James leaned against the edge of the wall, and peered out around it to see the large courtyard the military had used in the past, to screen and separate the infected from those not infected with the virus. He peered down the iron-sights of his rifle, and scanned the courtyard with precision, looking for any signs of an ambush in waiting.

"Get inside the gatehouse, I don't like being out in the open like this." He told me, not taking his focus from his rifle, peering left to right of the large space ahead of us.

I did as I was told, and slipped inside the gatehouse through the open doorway. Big mistake, I didn't look where I was stepping and fell forwards, tripping over something I hadn't seen at my feet. 

"Shit." I said aloud, as I fell forwards hitting the floor. 

Luckily the rifle bore the brunt of the fall, and I didn't hurt myself too much - but that was the last thing on my mind when I looked up at what I had tripped over. It was a dead body, a man's body. His legs were spread out, and in the way of the doorway; it was clear I had fallen over the dead man's legs. I scrambled to my feet and scurried quickly to the wall behind me, away from the body.

"James." I called out for him, to come to me. He did within a moment, and holding his rifle he looked down at the body I was trying to avoid looking at.

"Is he dead?" I asked, and quickly figured out how stupid of a question that was to ask him.

But he didn't ridicule me for it, and knelt down to inspect the body I was avoiding across from me. James checked his pulse, but there was no need really. Most of the man's face was torn away, probably from a ferocious attack of a Zombie. He was dressed in some military uniform, he was wearing dark blue boiler suit trousers, over military standard boots, with military webbing on his upper torso. 

I was about to voice my opinion, that he was a soldier when James gently turned the dead man's arm to look at his shoulder. On the arm of the man's uniform there was an insignia. A black Raven, with it's claws clutching at a rifle on a white background. Beneath that, there was two simple words in black; Raven Company. 

James stepped back and breathed hard, the strong smell of the man's death and rotting flesh was quite strong up close. 

"What is it?" I asked him gently.

He looked at me, and then pointed with his index finger to the dead man's arm, where the insignia was.

"Raven Company." He said simply.

I was breathing hard, trying to get over the shock of seeing the body only moments before.

"Who are they?" I asked him once more, he must have known more than just their name.

James was looking at me, as if something weighed on his mind.

"A Private Military Company, and quite a nasty one, with a worrying reputation." He said simply, and knelt down towards the body once more. 

He began to rile through the dead man's webbing, and collected two magazines for the man's rifle. It was an AR-15, but it was across the small room at the far side. It simply meant, that the bullets in the magazines would work fine with James's rifle. Before he finished up with the webbing of the dead man, he found what looked to be a grenade. 

"Fragmentation Grenade, M67." James told me simply, never taking his eyes off the dead body.

I could already see what it was, as the word M67 was stenciled around the grenade's shell in black. James quickly moved on from the webbing when he was satisfied, and moved onto the dead man's pockets. He found a silver lighter, and he used it to see if the flame was still working. He put that in his own pocket, as he continued to search the pockets. I slowly slid onto my feet, and stood watching him.

"Who are they? You seem to know more about them, than just their name and job." I asked him once more, adamant on a real answer from him.

He finished searching the man for any loot, and stood as he shoved another magazine of ammo into his pocket.

"They were already known before the virus, private military contractors known for their abuse and violence when they were posted to the Green Zone in Iraq. They would go into local villages, and kill villagers and such who they would accuse of militant activities and membership. There was never any proof of what they accused their victims of, until about a year ago in 2012 when a few of their contractors were found guilty of assault, and even murder outside of the Green Zone." James explained

"They were already under investigation, according to the government for their reputation, and allegations. However, what surprised everyone, was that at the height of the Outbreak the U.S government sanctioned them to support, and carry out the evacuation of civilians from many major cities in the country; as well as being placed in charge of some military checkpoints." James continued to explain to me, and he clearly held contempt for PMC's, particularly Raven Company.

"You know more than that, you're not telling me everything so spill it." I said back to him, and he turned to me, standing at the doorway of the room.

He sighed, and let his rifle hang limply in just one of his hands at his side, before he continued to speak.

"I heard rumors, that before the Outbreak took full hold that Raven Company contractors had gone rogue. I am not talking about just a few dozen here, I heard that some of their outposts had even went dark, and that they were refusing to listen to orders from the military and the government. I even heard that in Boston, a few days before the country went dark, that they were responsible for a massacre at the Capitol building. They were in full control of most of the city then, particularly entry points into the city and major transportation hubs. When the local population began to riot against them about some issues, such as rationing and abuse of power - the leader of the garrison ordered the execution of about a dozen people who had taken part in the rioting. After that, well everything went to shit. Most of the city rioted over the executions, accusing Raven Company of tyrannical rule; as they hadn't given a fair trial to those they executed." James went on, giving me more information that I wanted to know of.

I was listening eagerly, I didn't even feel the presence of the body anymore nearby as I was focusing on James.

"Raven Company lost control of Boston, and with that their abuse cost the lives of those in the city; they abandoned their posts and the people and fled in their trucks and vehicles. Boston fell to the hordes of the Walkers soon after, and the news no longer reported on the city, seeing as everyone was either dead or hiding." James told me, finishing his knowledge of the PMC in question.

Thinking about it, I could see how James would detest PMC's and in particularly Raven Company if this was indeed a true rumor of their actions. I had to admit, I even felt sick as he told me about the execution of the rioters. No true military personal should do such a thing, maybe some capital punishment but Raven Company had no true authority to carry out the executions - they were acting as a regime, not a military entity. With James, finished speaking my attention came back to the dead body in the room with us both.

"This must have been one of their checkpoints, the outposts you spoke of having gone dark?" I asked him, leaning against the wall behind me for support.

He nodded, and looked outside of the gatehouse as if he had heard something in the distance.

"It looks like it, being that the only body we've come across belongs to one of their men." He said, raising his rifle to his chest, with the stock against his arm.

I began to pace around the room, my eyes looking around it for anything of interest as James seemed to be in his own world, looking outside. It was getting dark outside, and soon enough it would be pitch black, a perfect time for Walkers to come out to hunt. I took the chance to look at James, he had a full beard growing out, more like a forest on his face, but with the way the world was - I assumed for both of us that shaving, and such weren't truly necessary now.

"It's getting dark, we need to find a place we can holed up in for tonight or we'll be an easy target for the biters." James said, before stepping out into the road again alongside the gatehouse.

I shook myself awake gently, not wanting to become complacent in the quiet surroundings we were in. I stood behind James waiting for our next move.

"Right, you see that trailer over there?" James asked me, pointing around the wall to a large trailer ahead, past the courtyard.

I nodded noting it's position, it looked to be one of those mobile trailers the military, or Police used to conduct search and rescue operations from. They were easy to move, and pack up when they were no longer required. This one looked to have seen better days, with debris and scorch marks along it's body.

"Yeah, I see it." I said to James, from behind him.

"Alright, we're going to make a run for it. It's sealed, and the security fixtures still look in good order, the fencing on the windows are still intact. We can get inside there, and hunker down for the night. If Walkers do come down on it, they can't get inside; they're designed to be secure. There's a hatch on the roof, so if somehow they do gain entry then we'll get out that way." James said hatching his plan.

I nodded, and somehow he must have sensed I understood what he was saying to me.

"Alright, let's go." He said simply, and slipped out and began to run at a jogging pace towards the trailer; across the courtyard.

I was following him, and as fast as I could run I pushed on behind him. As we were running across the courtyard, it looked to be the size of half of a football stadium's pitch. All of a sudden, there was a loud monster like sound emitting from the nearby warehouse to our right. It was wide open, and exposed as it was being used to store vehicles; but I could see the shapes of people inside. They weren't walking, they were shambling towards us, there were dozens of them in the shadows.

"They're coming!" James barked over his shoulder at me.

I continued to chase after James, but I was already feeling out of breath when to our left I could see several more Walkers, step out from the shadows out from a shed area.

"They're everywhere!" I shouted at James, as my breathing became ragged.

Their moaning was intense, it was nightmarish; just their moans made my heart sink as I feared we wouldn't make it to the trailer.

"Just keep running, we're almost there!" He barked back at me, ahead of me. 

He reached the staircase first of the trailer, and I saw him grab hold of the door handle in the distance, I was still far behind him; only halfway across the courtyard.

"I'm not going to make it!" I screamed, my eyes began to tear up as my fears rose, and my heart sank.

"Yes you will, keep going!" James shouted in a roar, across the loud moans of the Zombies. I was too slow, I wasn't used to this kind of running and I was lagging behind.

"Come on, pick up the pace!" He shouted at me. From my left, I felt a Walker snatch at me trying to grab hold of me; he wasn't alone as there was a woman behind him, missing her left arm reaching for me with her other hand. 

They were surrounding me, the only clear path was ahead of me.

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to make it!" I cried out, and began to cry as I began to slow down.

I didn't want James to die for me, he could get inside the trailer and live. It wasn't worth both of us dying here, and I wasn't going to let him die for me.

"I'm sorry." I said and came to a grueling jogging pace, no longer attempting to run as my lungs felt as if they were on fire.

~James~

I could see Naomi was lagging, but now she was down to almost a walking pace. I held my AR-15 in my hands, and they felt clammy and sweaty.

"I'm sorry!" She screamed, in the distance I heard her and knew from her tone; she was giving up.

"No, you fucking don't!" I said bringing up the rifle to my shoulder and held it tightly as I aimed down it's iron-sight.

I leaned over the metal railing that overlooked the courtyard, I was a slightly higher than the ground the trailer was positioned on. I aimed my rifle and began to spot the Walkers, who were close to Naomi. I found one, a woman with one of her arms missing and reaching for her. I held the iron-sight on her forehead, and fired. The shot rang out, and hit the woman square in the head. There was a puff of blood, and she dropped instantly to the floor.

"I'm not giving up on you, now fucking run!" I shouted at her, barking even for her to move her ass.

Naomi looked to her sides, and saw me drop another Walker who was only a few inches from grabbing hold of her, drop to the floor quickly. She saw the Walkers around her, and saw me firing at them from the trailer door; and she began to run again, she was trying her best. I could see it was taking all of her strength to hold the hunting rifle as she ran. 

"Move your ass!" I shouted once more.

I fired two more times, dropping an elderly woman, newly made as a Zombie who surprisingly was making good time on chasing after Naomi. My other shot, hit a man who was missing most of his face and arms, and he dropped instantly to the ground. Naomi was almost at the railings of the trailer's steps, when a Walker grabbed hold of her bag draped on her back, and it managed to grab it. She began to wrestle to try and get the Walker off of her. 

"Shoot it!" I shouted at her, ordering her to do as I told her.

She looked at me uncertain, but the Walker was too strong pulling on her bag.

"Fucking shoot him!" I shouted at her once more.

She struggled, but she managed to turn the hunting rifle around in her hands and aimed it point-blank at the Walker's forehead. She pulled on the trigger, and instantly the Walker's brains blew out the back of it's head, and he dropped to the floor still holding onto the bag. Naomi kicked it in the face, and it's grip came loose on her bag, freeing her to run.

"Come on, home stretch!" I shouted at her, still holding my rifle and looking for Walkers too close for comfort, to Naomi.

She finally reached me, and climbed the steps with a lack of breath. I opened the trailer's door, and we quickly stepped inside. It was pitch black inside, and I turned on my flashlight and held it in my left hand, as I held the rifle in my right.

I scanned the room with the flashlight, and saw desks, and tables with computers on them, but no movement. I turned and locked the door we had come through, and with Naomi's help blocked the door with one of the desks. Naomi was breathing hard, and her face was glistening with moisture but she was alive; that's all that mattered to me, she was safe.

"Come on, let's get to the other end of this trailer." I said and with the rifle in one hand, and the flashlight in the other. 

I slowly walked down the trailer which was a rectangle in shape, and slowly passed the windows that had fencing over them.

Slowly, I made my way down to the other end of the trailer searching for any movement. We finally reached the other end of the trailer, which had a large whiteboard with maps, and bad drawings on it. I wasn't paying attention to it, as I was assured now that the trailer was empty and secure.

"Right, there's no Walkers so we should be safe. The windows are secure with the fencing, and the door looks to be metal, hopefully it's strong enough to stop any Walkers from getting inside. We can bunker down for the night, we stay at this end of the trailer so we have enough time to get to the roof hatch." I told Naomi, and sat down on the clear space around the whiteboard and a nearby desk. It was a large enough area, for two people, maybe even three to sleep on and still have some personal space. 

We settled down in the space, it wasn't fully dark outside yet but the sky was dark blue. Naomi put her bag and things in one corner of the space, and I did the same with my own. A few moments passed, and I decided now was the best time to check up on Naomi. 

"Hey, how you holding up?" I asked her gently, my tone far lower than it was outside earlier.

Naomi looked up at me, her cheeks were slightly wet and it was clear she had been crying, probably outside when she thought she was done for. She nodded, and forced a smile.

"So close, I came so close to-" Naomi started to speak, before she couldn't hold it in anymore and began to cry heavily. 

She slid her hands to her face, and began to cry into them slowly. I gently moved over to her, as to not startle her and slid behind her. I wanted to comfort her, and slid my arms around her shoulders and began to rub her arms.

"Hey, it's alright you're safe. We made it, we'll be alright for the night in here." I said rubbing her arms softly, trying to comfort her.

"I came so close, to just giving up." She said weeping gently into her hands.

I gently rubbed her arms, and moved to her back and lower neck. I rubbed as gently as and softly as I could.

"But you didn't, you did not give up; that's what counts." I said in the lowest, softest tone I could give her.

"I was going to though. I was going to just give up." She said with a cry, it wasn't loud but she was crying hard into her hands. 

"I was going to give up, but you didn't let me. You kept me going, you shot those Walkers before they could get me, you saved me." She said, her voice was so low it was almost a whisper as her eyes were wet. 

Naomi looked up at me, as I was behind her I was slightly towering over her and she looked up at me. Her eyes were glistening and her dark cheeks were moist, and she looked beautiful. I gently moved my arms down from her shoulders, and placed them on her hips to comfort her. I wasn't pushing into her, or pressing against her. I did keep some personal space between our bodies, as I was only trying to comfort her. 




Naomi Ch. 05



It should have just been that, my hands on her hips but Naomi did not want that; she took hold of my hands on her hips and wrapped them around her waist completely. Now this was where it should have stopped, but it didn't; Naomi leaned back and pressed her back tightly against my chest, as I knelt behind her.

"Naomi, this is too close for us." I said gently, but she wasn't listening as she was crying gently, no longer with her hands against her face.

"Please, just hold me James. It's all I want." She said in a low whisper, as she turned to face me.

Naomi didn't understand this, being so close against her something was going to make us both quite uncomfortable; and already it was starting to awaken, and poke her from behind. I began to get a hard-on, as I held Naomi. I was gritting my teeth, hoping she wouldn't notice; and just appreciate the comfort I was giving her. 

~Naomi~

He was holding me, James was holding me lovingly, comforting me as I broke down, thinking about how close I came to dying only a few minutes earlier. I didn't move, but our bodies were pressed against one another. His arms were warm, strong and protective. 

Then I felt it, and for the love of God I knew it wasn't the poor man's fault. He was aroused, he was aroused for me. I felt it, against my lower back, the hard, rigid pole pressed up against me. I could even hear him gritting his teeth, breathing like his heart was on a treadmill. I gasped, feeling it slide up my back still inside his combats.

"Jesus, I'm so sorry Naomi." He said, genuinely afraid and he tried to pull away, but I held onto his hands on my tummy and held them there.

"Stop, just stop. Stay there please, for me." I told him simply, and I looked up at him; my tears now gone.

I raised my body slightly, still pressed against James and his rigid, manhood pressed between us until my backside was now grazing against his crotch. Even with my jeans on, I could feel him; and I settled there, letting his manhood press against me. I turned my head again, and over my shoulder I looked at James.

"What I've been trying to tell you, James. Is that I am falling for you, or more that I have fallen for you since meeting you." I said, breaking every barrier down; nothing was in my way now, to tell him how I feel.

"I've wanted to tell you since we met with Christina, but things have been getting in the way and there was no good time to just tell you." I said, trying to explain why it had taken so long to tell him.

"Naomi, I don't know what to say to that." He said simply, and in his eyes I could tell he was conflicted.

"Tell me truthfully, is there something there; between us?" I asked him, waiting for the answer, hoping it was there.

He said nothing for a few moments, his manhood, both erect and hard pressed into my backside.

"Yes, there is; I do like you very much. But I still haven't decided if I'm ready, since my wife passed." He said, he looked close to crying talking about his wife.

I said nothing more, and lay resting against him feeling his manhood against me.

"Is this how you feel?" I asked him, gently rubbing my bottom against his bulge.

James was conflicted, he breathed hard and looked deep into my eyes.

"That's not me thinking, that's not how I feel about you; I would want more with you than just this, when the time is right." He said simply. His hands were holding me close, he didn't want to let me go. 

"What do you want to do?" I asked him, and I was willing to do anything he wanted; if he wanted me to stop wanting him as I did, I would. But only for him.

"I-I-I want to hold you like this for tonight, on the floor but nothing more." He said simply to me.

I nodded and said nothing more as we slid together onto the floor, him behind me and me in front of him; in a spooning position. His arms were still around me snugly, and he held me close so he was pressed against me. His breathing was in my ear, and I could feel his heart beating frantically.

"Like this?" I asked him.

He simply nodded, and we lay there with the light outside slowly dying away. We lay there for a while, I lost track of time as to how long but no matter how hard he tried, as he had fallen asleep he was somehow still grinding against my backside. I dozed off for a while, and woke eventually after I felt my body being moved slightly back and forth.

I looked over my shoulder, and James was humping me, pressing his hard-on harder and harder into my backside. My jeans were on so he hadn't tried to undress me. He was awake, and knowingly grinding against me. I looked over my shoulder at him, and he spotted me; that I was awake. He jumped back, letting go of me, and hit the whiteboard behind us. He looked ashamed, being so aroused and trying to do something about it.

"Naomi, I am so sorry. Fuck, I'm making this much worse." He said in a tone that told me, he was conflicted and didn't know what to do. 

I turned to face him and slid onto my knees, I put my hands up in a neutral pose.

"James look at me, I'm not angry." I said simply to him, smiling as warmly as I could for him.

He brought his hands to his face at that moment, and he began to cry.

"I do not want to, sully my memories of my wife. I don't want to betray her." He said through his crying.

I slid over to him as softly as I could, and moved up to his right side and took his hands from his face, and held them. He was a broken man, since losing Tiana and felt he was betraying her to even want, or think about moving on. I had to admit it had only been about two weeks or more since the Outbreak now, but that wasn't truly long to move on. Maybe it was the situation we were both in together, I had feelings for him and he had some for me, but he was fighting his. 

Being so close, caring for each other - it could only go one of two ways. One, it ended with us going our separate ways the next time we found a secure town or settlement, or two; we both accepted how we felt, and tried to be together as we traveled.

"You are not betraying her, James. She would want you to move on, she would. James, I am going to say this; and I hope you understood why I say it. But, she's not coming back; and not moving on destroys what little you have left of a life. Tiana wouldn't want you to not move on, and try again with someone; out there we're all each other has. We're meant to be close, because all we have is one another out there; we only trust each other, so how are we supposed to meet anyone else. I have feelings for you, and I know you do too." I said, holding his hands tightly, as reassuringly as I could.

He still seemed unsure, and so I tried one last angle to convince him he was doing nothing wrong. I looked at him, and then to one of the windows.

"Out there, you are all I have. You are all I have in my life; my friend, my family, and my only love. The only one I could, and want to love. It's why I could not stay in Noblesville, because you were not staying there. I became attached to you, and I will not leave your side until one of them fucking Biters out there takes me out, or I die with you in some other way. Because I am not going anywhere, where you aren't, James. It's either with you I go, or you'll have to fucking tie me down somewhere, and force me to stay there." I told him, my eyes back on his own. 

He said nothing at first, just his cheeks slightly wet from the tears earlier; then all of a sudden he moved fast, and grabbed me by the back of my head. It wasn't rough, just spontaneous, and fast. He pulled me in and planted a deep, wet, warm kiss on my very lips. It was passionate, as he slid his mouth over mine and slid his tongue inside my mouth. I was no longer holding his hands, my hands were around his back, and his to my own. 

I wanted to feel his manhood, in his combats; it's big bulge, but I wanted to do this right with him. I waited for him to do what he wanted to do, and not force his hand on anything.

~James~

How did this happen, Naomi convinced me; the Tiana would want me to move on - it wasn't her telling me that I should move on, but what she said about it just being us, and us alone out there. Naomi was all I had in my life, my miserable life since I lost Tiana. No matter how she phrased it, she was my life now; my friend, my fellow survivor, my only family, and maybe, just maybe; my only lover. I didn't have feelings for Naomi because she was all I had, if that was the case I would have had similar feelings for Christina - as another woman. But since meeting her, it's been Naomi I was only ever drawn to. It was why I became so jealous when she became close with the guy at Noblesville, having a drink with him.

This was what made me do it, made me pull her in close and give her one of the most passionate kisses I've ever given, one of only a few that I only gave my wife. She didn't fight, she even put her arms around my back, and we embraced as I slid my tongue into her wet, mouth. We kissed heavily, her fingernails digging into my back, and my fingertips digging into hers. I soon broke the kiss, and brought her neck to my face and began to kiss her neck, sucking on her supple skin, and feeling how warm she was.

This was a game of 'How far do we actually go' and who would be first, to cross the line. Who would be the first to go for an intimate place, if anyone would; or would it end with petting and some kissing. My fingertips dug into her shoulders, and back through her white vest, I was touching her bare skin all over because of it. This was how this game would play, would I have the courage to show her how much I liked her; and believe what we had just discussed about Tiana. 

I moved my hands down her back, and down further until my fingertips touched the top of her jeans. They were loose, and my fingers played with the denim waistband. Naomi was looking into my eyes with certainty, she wanted me to go further, to this level and that would be it.

"Do it, James. If it's really, truly what you want. I know that it's what I want with you. I've known since before Noblesville." Naomi said gently, as a whisper as she continued to look into my eyes.

I said nothing, I just slid my hands down and into the back of her jeans feeling what underwear she had; and rested them on her buttocks inside the jeans. I looked into her eyes, and spoke.

"Lift your vest, for me." I said.

She did, almost in a trance pull up her vest and her firm, beautiful breasts were in my face; her dark skin, contrasted against her even darker nipples and aureoles. The line was crossed, and I was just going further and further beyond any logical return. I leaned down and took her left nipple into my mouth, it was erect and I began to suck on it in earnest. Naomi threw her head back suddenly, her short hair swayed in the air as she hung her head back, with her mouth gaping open.

"Yes, oh James. God yes, more please." She said in a whisper, but it was animal in tone, like she was waiting to be unleashed.

I sucked harder on her left nipple, and used my left hand to cup her whole left breast, and with my right hand I moved it to begin pinching and squeezing her other erect nipple. As both of these sensations ran in unison, Naomi's hands left my back and shoulders and moved to my chest where she laid them, palms flat against me. She quickly removed her vest entirely, and put it on the floor beside us both leaving her almost completely naked. 

"Stand up." I told her, pulling my lips from her left nipple.

She was breathing hard, but slowly got to her feet and stood in front of me, as I was still kneeling in front of her. Her tummy was at height with my forehead, so I planted a gentle kiss on her tummy before moving my hands up her legs. I took hold of the waistband of her jeans with my left hand, and undid the single button and zip on them with my right hand. I slid them down off of her hips, and then down her firm, sexy long legs. This revealed to me, that she was wearing a black pair of simple, woman's panties that squeezed her buttocks in their design.

I said nothing, as I pulled the jeans fully down, and pulled them over her shoes and they were on the floor. All she had on now was her panties, and sneakers. I undid the laces and she instinctively kicked them off gently, showing she had black socks on her feet. They didn't bother me, and I held her by her hips.

"Turn around, with your back to me." I said simply, and she did as I asked.

She slowly twirled around, so she was facing away from me with her back to me. With her firm, nicely rounded bottom in my face I leaned forward, and pressed my mouth and nose into the crevice between her buttocks. I breathed in and let my tongue drop to where I assumed her vagina was, and began to lick and poke her there with just my tongue. She almost jumped out of surprise, but she stayed in her position.

I did this for a few moments, before long the area of the panties that touched her vagina was now wet, and soaked through. Staying knelt in my position, I took hold of the waistband of her panties and slowly drew them down her legs as elegantly, and lovingly as I could before they pooled around her feet. I slipped them off, and put them aside; leaving her naked, except for her ankle socks.

"Shouldn't you, undress now?" She asked with a gentle giggle in her voice.

I smiled and kissed her buttocks, each one gently. "That's my cue, now." I said with a smile and stood. 

"Stay looking that way, close your eyes and wait for it." I said gently into her ear as I stood directly behind her.

She did, as she exhaled and I could see in the light of the window that her eyes were closed; courtesy of the flashlight. Behind her I slowly undid, the webbing on my chest and torso; where the magazines of ammunition were for the AR-15, and where the 32. Revolver was secreted. I put it aside, close-by just in case I needed it soon. I undid the buttons on my combat shirt that I wore beneath the webbing, the same forest camouflage design as my trousers. In it's top pocket I carried a box of matches we had found, and four spare shotgun shells that I carried in case I lost the other ammunition I carried.

It was silent, other than some dim, light moaning from the Walkers outside, and the gentle rhythmic breathing Naomi was doing. I dropped the combat shirt onto the floor, with a more gentle sound than the webbing had made.

"James, I want to look upon you, before we do anything. Your body, I want to see it before we do anything more. Understand?" She asked me, and she was making it clear that this was her only demand of me.

I smiled and kissed her shoulder tenderly.

"I understand, you'll see it. I hope you don't run when you see me." I said simply and began to undo the belt I had on my combat trousers.

She heard it, and smiled as I saw her in the window.

"You won't scare me, I just hope I am not a disappointment for you." She said with a laugh.

I began to undo my trousers by their buttons, and pushed them down my thick, tree-trunk like thighs and onto the floor around my boots. 

"You could never disappoint me, Naomi." I said simply and kicked off my boots as the laces were not on tight.

With my trousers quickly off next, and on the floor I was naked other than my boxers and socks. I decided to just take off my boxers, and leave my socks on. I pulled them down and let my erect, hard cock spring out as I put them aside on the floor as well.

"You wanted to see me, Naomi. Now it's time, turn around." I said simply and let my arms hang limply at my sides, waiting for her.

Slowly she turned, and eventually we were face to face. Her eyes were always on mine, until we face one another fully. We were both naked like the day had delivered us to this world, looking upon each other's bodies. In the light from outside, which was minimal and the torch that we had placed on the desk to illuminate the area we were resting in we saw one another. Naomi's breasts were firm, and beautiful to me, with her erect, perky nipples she was stunning. Further down to her naval, and tummy she had a slight tummy, but it was cute. 

Further down to between her legs, I saw her womanly vagina and it had a slight bush around it, dark and coarse but not too thick. It looked womanly, and proper. Her legs were lean, long and firm. She was perfect in every way. Now it was her analysis of my body, I was waiting for - if only the Walkers could understand irony, of what we were doing in the trailer they were outside of.

Her eyes were already passed my chest, and at my naval which meant she already saw my slightly hairy chest; I hoped it did not disgust her. Tiana liked my chest, I was her Werewolf to her - and those were her own words.

She was smiling, I hope not in contempt. She slowly looked at my cock, and she smiled even more; and then licked her lips gently before placing her thumb between her teeth playfully. Down her eyes went, and ended on my legs.

"Well, bad or good?" I asked her simply.

She smiled and looked up to my eyes.

"Not good, not bad; but perfect to me. How do I rate?" She asked me, smiling away.

"Blown away, perfect." I said grinning.

She smiled, and moved over to me slowly. As we met, she leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips, as one of her hands slid around to take my cock in her hand, and wrapped her hand around it. She slowly slid her hand up and down my shaft. "Are you ready for this, we can stop if you want to?" She asked me looking into my eyes.

"I am ready." I said simply and kissed her deeply, and we slid both down, and onto the clothes we had removed.

We slid down, and she was on top of me, resting on my chest as I was flat on my back on the carpeted floor. We moved around, positioning ourselves just right; until Naomi was hovering over my cock inches from her, warm velvety hole. She took hold of my cock, and slid it up and down her pussy, covering it with her natural moisture, and before long I was lubricated just enough. She positioned it against her warm, wet pussy and sat down onto it, sliding it inside her slowly.

"Ahhh yes." She said as a purr, and she began to rock up and down on it sliding it deeper and deeper with each stroke.

I was deep inside of Naomi, and with her purring above me; she leaned down to kiss me passionately as she rocked her body back and forth. We had crossed the line of return a long while back, no going back now. Our bodies rocked as we kissed deeply, my hands squeezing her ass, and breasts as she slid up and down my manhood.

~Naomi~

I couldn't believe it, well I knew it was going to happen; we were both naked. I was wet for him, and wanting him; and he was rock hard as steel piping. He didn't need much help sliding inside me, as hard and thick he was; he was inside me quicker than I had hoped. Now I was rocking back and forth, my body sliding up and down his pelvis, as his hard cock filled my womb. This was what I wanted, but from now on to be his; his lover and woman. James was kissing me, as I leaned down for him, and squeezing and fondling my breasts.

My body was on fire, I even feared earlier on that the Winter nights would freeze me, but with James I would be warm, comfortable and content every night. After a few moments, I was now bouncing up and down his rod, my ass smacking against his thighs with clapping sounds. His cock felt amazing, and filled me to the limits; I hadn't been with a man in a long time.

Before too long, he was bouncing me up and down; with his hands on my hips he was riding me, and not the other way around - which was fine for me. He could pound his beautiful, hard, thick cock into me as much as he liked; but I felt guilty for not doing some of the work myself, for our first time together. I was looking into his eyes, and spoke.

"I love you, James." I said, with a gasp as his manhood hit me deep, and made me moan.




Naomi Ch. 05



As I watched him, he looked like he was thinking over what to say, and I feared he would say nothing - but he smiled.

"I love you, Naomi." He said.

I smiled and kissed him as I felt close to exploding myself, and I soon would be.

"Uh, James I am going to cum for you. I am so close." I gasped out, as I felt like a bomb had gone off in my tummy, and at that moment I exploded all over his manhood, and pelvis I was sat on.

I felt my legs, my head; even my whole body go limp and I leaned down and rested my head on his shoulder as he continued to pound, and fuck me. A few moments passed, and I had felt him sucking on my hanging breasts or kissing my neck before he moaned also.

"I'm cumming, God. Naomi, I'm cumming inside you." He gasped and he did, he exploded inside me, filling me with his seed.

For a man at the end-of-the-world, who hasn't jerked off; he will have a large amount of seed in him, and will eventually need to put somewhere. In the normal world, being aroused and doing nothing about it usually ended with going into a mood. But at the end-of-the-world, if it's not dealt with then it can manifest in other ways; men become bandits, rapists and thugs and take it from women. For me and James, not dealing with both of us being aroused, it could get us killed if not dealt with properly.

"Put it all inside me, James. I want your children." I said as a whisper into his ear, and he seemed to shoot more cum inside me, he must have been trying to get it all out into me.

So much seed, it was everywhere - all over us. I hoped soon once we moved on from here, we would find a place to bathe and wash our clothes as we would be smelling of nature, and of sex. I slowly sat up and slid off of him, sliding off of his cock and onto my back next to him. We were both covered in glistening sweat, we had been going at it for a while as it was now pure darkness outside of the trailer.

A few minutes passed, as we both gathered our strength and breath; I turned and James was hard again! His cock was erect, fat and thick against his tummy.

"No way, mister. You can put that away for the rest of the night, tomorrow when we wake up maybe." I said with a smile watching it.

"Where is it supposed to go?" James asked me with a smile.

That was a hard question, but I knew the answer.

"We lay together as before, spooning. You can put it either between my legs, or up against my butt - but it's not going back in me, for the rest of tonight." I said with a giggle, God it was weird to be talking to him like this.

Only a while ago, he was my fellow survivor, my friend - who had saved my life. Now he was my lover, and partner. 

"Alright, I can do that." He said with a cheeky smile, and I slid up against him. Knowing him being a man, I knew he wanted my ass, which meant with my back to him.

I slid into the position and with my back to him, he slid up against me, and I felt his rock hard cock between my legs first, and then he pressed it up against my ass. The entire thing fit between my ass cheeks snugly, and the head of it didn't' stop until it reached my waist.

"You snug?" I asked him, wiggling my ass against his cock and he laughed.

"Yeah, as snug as a bug in a rug." He said grinning, as he wrapped his arms around me.

It seemed I was the only one of us, to remember what to do next; I pulled his AR-15 over to us, and let it lay beside us, so we could reach it. His webbing as well was nearby to us, so I could get to his 32. Revolver in it. We were lovers, Post-Apocalypse lovers - which meant we were survivors as well. 

"Good thing, I remembered." I said with a smile and felt him kiss my neck affectionately.

"I'll remember tomorrow." He said with a grin, and he put the Fire Axe he carried in the duffel bag, to our side. 

Three weapons, three chances to save ourselves should the trailer be attacked - love can be weird at times, and far more in times like this. But I loved James, and I would from now on be his partner, friend, family and fellow survivor. I loved James, I would be as good a lover, and partner as Tiana was; and hopefully maybe his wife in the future.

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Sorry for the long hiatus on this series, but it's taken me time to write other series and stories. Any and all feedback is appreciated, any ideas for the next installment I will read and incorporate into this series. I hope readers enjoy this series, and the romance is a change from the simple sex-themed stories, anything you want to contact me about this story, please do. Hope you liked it, people. 



Naomi Ch. 06



 (This story is told from both the perspectives of Naomi and James) 

~James~

I woke first, it seemed; I was laying behind Naomi holding her close against me, spooning with her. She was still sleeping, hadn't woken when I had. I looked around the trailer, and saw that it was morning, as a low morning light was straining through the windows above us both. The moaning from outside last night, had passed; I thought that the Walkers had moved on through the night. I slowly looked down and saw her; sleeping soundly beside me, she was gently nuzzling my arms around her that had somehow rose up through the night, and was around her shoulders. I already knew it, we were both naked, just our clothes over us were warming us both; through the cold night. But being so close, making love last night had kept us both warm and comfortable.

I knew if I tried to slide my arm free from her, she would wake and she was so beautiful sleeping next to me; the light from outside illuminating her warm, dark skin and features. I smiled and she slowly stirred, slowly turning like a sleeping cub would with it's mother or father next to it. She smiled looking up at me, her eyes straining against the light pouring in from outside, she was beautiful to me. I said nothing, and with a smile on my face I leaned down to kiss her gently, softly on her lips.

Slowly she moaned, and pressed her lips harder against mine as I cradled in her my arms. The kiss felt perfect, before she gently broke the kiss.

"You're awake." She said smiling, still holding the back of my head as she had when I kissed her.

"So are you." I said in return, smiling against my heavy beard on my face.

She yawned, and gently pushed her arms out to stretch.

"Any Walkers?" She asked me, her eyes looking at the windows of the trailer. 

"None that I can hear, I think they've moved on through the night." I answered her.

She nodded, and slid onto her back from her side looking up at me with a smug, content smile.

"Come here." She said in a purring tone, smiling as I leaned down and she kissed me once more, her hands softly cradling my face.

We kissed deeply, as she slid her hand down my chest to cradle my ever hardening manhood, that was proudly poking upwards like a soldier on parade.

"They must have had enough of hearing us both last night, and decided to move on." Naomi said with a grin, as she spoke.

My free hand slid along her her bare legs, and rested on her waist. I smiled down at her, feeling my manhood rise to it's full mast between us.

"I love you." I said simply, to her.

She seemed surprised at what I had actually said, expecting something different; she smiled back, and kissed me again.

"I love you too, and I love when you say that to me." She said with a grin.

We embraced, and this continued for a few moments between kissing and simply gazing into one another's eyes.

"We better get dressed, last thing we want is Walkers bursting in here and us as naked as the day we were born; even if they are dead, I'm sure they'll show some sign of shock." She said smiling.

We broke our embrace, and both got onto our feet before dressing quietly, next to one another.

"I'm surprised they've moved on." Naomi commented, as I turned to see her pulling on her panties, and even I couldn't help but notice them pull up between her buttocks, and the motion made my cock stir.

"Me too, but maybe they do have some form of intelligence. They may have figured out that they couldn't get into the trailer, and decided to find someone else to attack somewhere else." I said buckling the belt around my combats.

"Maybe." She said pulling her own jeans up, long her legs and over her bottom.

Naomi tidied herself up some more, by trying to straighten her hair by hand, and let it hang over her soft, smooth neck. 

Eventually we were both dressed once more, with my webbing and shirt back on. I turned to see Naomi, packing away the weapons we had laid out for ourselves, before we slept; so we could reach them in a pinch.

"Where to now?" She asked me. 

I looked at her, holding my AR-15 and the duffel bag over my shoulder.

"We keeping moving East, we'll reach the Coast soon enough and find a boat, I hope." I said simply, the plan was never changing; it was always the plan for us.

She nodded with a smile, maybe happy I hadn't changed our plans. She slowly walked towards the door of the trailer, but I called for her.

"Hang on, before you open it. Let me cover you, if one of them biters is out there; I'll put them down as they lunge for you." I said simply, bringing my rifle up to shoulder height, and aimed down it's sights.

She nodded, and gingerly she reached for the door handle; and looked at me once more, before pulling it down and pushing the door open. There was an eerie silence, the only sound was our breathing and the noise of the door opening. The light from outside poured in, as Naomi pushed the door fully open. Naomi looked at me, waiting for me to tell her what to do next.

"Go through." I told her softly, and she slowly walked through the open door onto the balcony of the trailer, where the steps led down to the courtyard once more.

I followed her, and looking from where I had been shooting from last night; I noticed the courtyard was empty; except the corpses of those I shot dead last night. There were about half a dozen corpses, strewn around the courtyard; but no movers. No Walkers, that posed a threat to us. Naomi took lead holding her hunting rifle in her hands, and slowly she crossed the courtyard when we heard voices; human voices. They were coming from the direction we were moving from last night, back towards the farm along the highway.

"Wait, someone's coming." I said quickly, and Naomi understood as we moved to the gatehouse.

If we had to fight these survivors; then we could fight them far better from behind cover. Naomi was first inside the gatehouse, and she crouched behind the cover of the wall, and looked out through the window to the highway. I crouched down next to her, and held my rifle to my shoulder; waiting.

"What if they follow us?" A voice called out, it was young man's voice.

An older, elderly man sighed.

"If they were, they would be right behind us. They're going in the direction of Noblesville, God have mercy on those people." The elderly man commented.

Naomi looked at me, with a stare; she was thinking the same thing as me. These were regular survivors, who were they talking about? I looked over the counter we were against, through the window of the gatehouse to the highway, and saw that they weren't two men alone; they're were a dozen or more people. Men, women and even some children who were following behind the two men we had heard.

"Nobilesville, James. Who's going towards Noblesville?" Naomi asked me in a whisper.

I decided, if these people were going to kill anyone they came across; they would not have had children with them. I stood, and stepped out of the gatehouse, and standing to face them as they followed the road I spoke.

"Where have you come from?" I asked them loudly, to be heard over the cries, and coughing of the other survivors behind them.

The elderly man, and younger one turned to face me; aiming pistols at me.

"Oh, hang on!" I said dropping my rifle to my side, and putting my hands up in a neutral pose.

"Where did you come from?" The elderly man asked me.

He looked to be in his fifties, with short grey hair, and a thick matching mustache. He was wearing a brown jacket, and jeans; and was aiming what looked to be a 9mm Beretta my way. The younger fella looked much younger, barely in his twenties. With blonde hair, and young man's features he was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt; aiming a Revolver at me.

The other survivors behind them, were cowering away fearing the worst; hiding behind a burnt-out car; I could hear children crying.

"Wait, I'm not alone. I travel with a woman, we're not thugs or bandits!" I shouted, as I saw Naomi step out holding her rifle in the air as if she was surrendering it to the men.

"John, he's traveling with a girl. If they were those Red Star bastards, they would be wearing red. They look just like us, and with her being a woman; there's no way they are bandits. There's only two of them." The younger blonde man, told the elderly man who was still aiming his gun at me.

"Big deal, we've already lost people Jack. I'm not going to let more people die, just because I let my guard down again." The older man said, who I assumed was John, and Jack being the younger man.

I had to try another way, to reach the older man's mind; to prove we weren't enemies.

"We came from Noblesville, we know the place. What's happening?" I asked loudly.

The younger man placed a hand on John's wavering arm, to convince him.

"See, John. They know about Noblesville, and there's no way they would have been let in unless they were trustworthy." Jack told the man, wiping his forehead of sweat.

The elderly man, John was gritting his teeth and watching me with eagle eyes. Waiting for a reason, to fire on us.

"Prove it, what's the Mayor's name? The one in Noblesville." He asked me, still holding the gun tightly in his paws.

I had to remember, taking to long to remember would put doubt in his mind; I had to answer fast.

"Anna, her name is Anna." I said simply, hoping I remembered correctly as Naomi stood beside me; with her rifle in the air.

Jack said nothing, the younger man seemed surprised I knew the name. John was wavering, and slowly he lowered his gun.

"He's right, that is her name." John said, as if the fact I was right was a bad thing.

"Come towards us, but keep your weapons down or put them away." Jack said, and the younger man waved us over to them all.

I looked at Naomi, who was clearly worried; but I gently put my hand out for her to take. She lowered the rifle, and held it with one hand as she took my hand with the other. Slowly we made our way over to the fleeing group, the women and children who had been hiding behind the car were now waiting with the others in the center of the road.

We eventually reached the two men, John still seemed cautious about us; but seemed more laid back. We stood in front of the two men, and I spoke.

"We overheard you were fleeing from something, what happened?" I asked John.

Jack and John exchanged looks, as they both holstered their guns.

"Red Star, coming from the West. They hit us as we were traveling in a convoy of vehicles, we lost a few good people and the vehicles so we fled and went around them as they continued West towards Noblesville." John said, explaining their reasons for running.

"Yeah, they hauled ass the moment they thought they had finished us all off; and made their way towards the town." Jack said, speaking his own piece for the discussion.

"Any Walkers, along the way? I mean we had a large group of them here, but they soon moved off through the night." I asked, giving my reason for the question.

"None since yesterday, mind you we've been pushing through the fields and such so we don't know if they passed in large numbers along the highway." John answered.

I nodded, and then felt Naomi's hand abruptly pull from mine.

"Wait, you've come from Noblesville?" She asked them, surprising me as the question didn't seem important.

"Yeah, we passed through it about week ago before we lost our cars; we've been humping the rest of the way on foot. Why?" Jack asked her, and I studied her face; something was seriously worrying her.

"Did you pass a farm, a large farm along the way. Maybe about a day ago?" She asked them, her eyes wide and she was breathing hard.

"Yeah early last night, but it was burning and looked as if Red Star had torched it along the way. We didn't get too close, but we saw the flames and smoke." John said, looking at her curious as to what was bothering her.

"Naomi, what's wrong-" I started to ask her concerned, but I didn't need to finish my question. 

There was only one farm we came across, and in the general direction of where these people had fled from; that was in Red Star's path.

"Christina. Sarah and Michael." I said quickly, Naomi's true concern was clear to me.

Naomi was crying, and looked at me dead-on.

"James, we need to go back and check on them. We have to!" She screamed, as fresh tears ran down her face.

"What's going on?" John asked, concerned as his gaze switched between me and Naomi.

"We have friends at the farm, if it's the same farm you saw burning then they may have been attacked." I said concerned, for Christina's life.

"Jesus." Was all that John and Jack said, almost at the same time as one another.

"Please, James. We need to go back." Naomi said, pleading for me to agree.

I nodded, and took her hand.

"We'll go back, and check." I said gently, as my heart felt like it was trying to force itself out of my chest.

She was breathing hard, trying to wipe away her tears.

"Listen, the outpost is empty. No Walkers, and the trailer is defensible. You're welcome to see if you can find anything of use, if you want. But we really need to leave guys, we're going to check on the farm." I said, telling Jack and John.

"James, please." Naomi said in a concerned voice.

Jack and John nodded, and took my hand to shake it as a farewell.

"Take care, son." John said, and Jack just nodded. We both nodded to the group and their two leaders, before moving back along the highway towards the farm, and hopefully find Christina and the others safe, and alive.

~Naomi~

We hadn't truly spoken, since we began to make our way back towards Michael's grandparents farm, where Christina and Sara were. James didn't same much, which was understandable as we were at a jogging pace, stopping and starting every so often trying to cover the distance as quickly as we could. With so much to be carried by us both, along the way it was tiring, and we had to stop a few times. 

Hours passed, and slowly the morning became afternoon; into late afternoon. We both knew night would be on us in the next couple of hours, and we hoped we would make it before it was dark. With the sun going down, we had been avoiding the highway every so often, when we could see Walkers straggling along the road, and to avoid them we crossed over into the adjacent fields and woodland. We finally reached a small house, that we knew was only a few hundred yards away from the farm. Then we saw it, the smoke pluming from above where we both knew the farm stood.

"There, the smoke." James said, observing the dark, black clouds that were probably more calm than hours before when John ,and Jack with their group passed it. 

We sped up our efforts, James was almost running trudging along the dirt side of the highway, as his bag continuously dogged at his legs, hitting his back. He was concerned more for Christina and the others, more than his well-being. He was breathing hard, he was ragged; he pushed himself to it's limit almost, for me and Christina. I was just happy he hadn't fought me on the idea of going back to check up on them, I loved him for his concern.

We turned to follow the highway as it went around a bend, and then we were confronted by it; the remains of the farmhouse. 

"Oh my god." I managed to say, seeing the charred, burnt wooden structure of the house.

Most of it's upper floors had caved in, collapsing into the center of the building. The remaining smoke was bellowing from the right side of the house, where some of the wooden structure and supports hadn't fully caught fire yet, but the smoke was doing the work of the flames even with them extinguished.

"Maybe they got out, and fled. Maybe Red Star, didn't find them." I said aloud, I knew it was optimism, hoping for some good to come out of this for us.

James was first, running past the farmhouse towards the barn; where I remembered there was a large Oak tree nearby. He was ahead of me, like a soldier charging into the breach; if there were any Red Star remaining I knew he would gun them down, without a thought.

He stopped suddenly in his tracks, as he could see more of the house and ground nearby than I could, as I was still behind him catching up. 

"What is it, do you see them?" I asked him, gasping for air.

James said nothing, but he looked to be breathing harder. I saw it; he dropped his rifle to his side, letting it hang limply. What was he seeing?

"James, tell me. Where are they?" I asked him, feeling close to vomiting from exhaustion.

I soon caught up with him, when he turned to face me and he was crying; he dropped his rifle and put his arms out to grab me.

"Don't look!" He said angrily, wrapping his arms around me.

I almost dropped my rifle, as he pulled me close. "Just, don't look!" He repeated himself, and tried to hold my head to look only at him. He was crying, why was he crying. I couldn't turn my head, but I could turn my eyes and I looked to our left; and at the big Oak tree.

~James~

"No, no. Please, God. Why." Naomi stammered, trying to get her words out as I tried to hold her. 

I wanted her to not see it, I wanted to make her last memories of Christina and the others a pleasant one. But I couldn't stop her from turning her eyes, and look. Red Star had done it, they had just truly done it. They had hung Christina, Sarah and Michael from the tree with rope. I tried to stop Naomi from looking, but her legs gave way and she slowly dropped to her knees, and was crying. I won't pretend I was tough. I was the first to shed tears seeing what we were seeing now, first.

"No, bastards. Bastards." Naomi said, but her tone was broken, and weakened.

I held her, as we both fell together onto our knees on the grass; cradling her. The eerie silence began, as I held her head to my chest slowly cradling her.

"I'm so sorry." I said simply, with tears drying on my own cheeks.

I turned to look at the tree; our friends, hanging there. Murdered by Red Star. They had even left us a token of theirs, a painted red star on the surface of the Oak tree below the execution hanging above it; a clear 'fuck you' to everyone who didn't know they existed.

"James, I'm going to be sick." She told me in stuttered words, turning her head away from me and away from the tree she vomited into the grass nearby, gagging.

I held her, giving her the time she needed; sadly being that I was trying to protect her, from seeing them hanging above us, I was the one forced to look at them. I was holding Naomi in such a way so she couldn't see them, but this position forced me to watch them. The wind striking them, the rope making a creaking noise. I know I will never forget that moment, that sound; that moment in my life.

"Go over there, into the barn. Take the rifle, I'll cut them down. Just go." I said gently, running my fingers through her soft hair.

She was crying heavily, and sliding away from me she stood up. 

"Don't turn around, bend down and pick up the gun where you stand. You do not have to see this." I said simply, on my knees.

"But you see it, you don't have to do this alone." She said, wiping her eyes and face with her hand, trying to rid herself of the tears.

"Yes, I do. For you, I don't want you to remember her and Sarah as this. Even Michael, I do not want your final memories of them to be of this. Now, go." I said, explaining why I had to make the sacrifice.

"OK." She said with a sniffle, and she began to walk to the barn with her back to me and the tree behind her.

I stood slowly, and turned to face the tree.

~Naomi~

I walked slowly to the barn, the situation was tiring and draining; but I eventually reached the barn doors and stepped inside. There was still enough light from outside, and I couldn't see any Walkers inside. I took the chance to sit down on one of the straw cubes, and cried away; thinking about Christina and Sarah. He was right, I didn't want my last memories of them to be of this, their deaths.




Naomi Ch. 06



I don't know how long I was sat in the barn, just thinking about it; everything. Why did Red Star have such a murderous belief, of how those who live must die in their belief that God wants everyone dead. That the virus was his work, to cleanse the planet; it was pure murder, pure death. I remembered Christina, trying to help me with my problems regarding James; my problems were now solved, but she paid a price for staying to help Sarah and Michael.

I figured some time had passed, maybe an hour or so as it was getting darker outside; when I decided to come out and see James. As I stepped out of the barn, I could see that he had buried two of them already; and was filling the final grave with dirt. He had found a shovel from somewhere, he must have broken his back almost to do this before I could come out and see him. He was sweating heavily, with his shirt and military webbing on the ground alongside his rifle and bag, he was straining to fill the last grave from a pile of dirt.

"I don't want you to see this." He said simply to me, across the graves he was standing beside.

"It's too late, I saw the tree; it makes no difference now that they are in the ground." I said in my defense, and slowly walked towards him.

He sighed, and continued to shovel dirt into the grave; I couldn't see who was in it, as it was almost filled to the top now.

"Where did you find the shovel?" I asked him, holding my hunting rifle.

He took a few moments to answer me, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Near the basement door, it was hidden behind some plants." He said, before he began to shovel dirt into the grave.

"I could have helped." I said feebly.

"No, I didn't want you to; I wanted you to remember Christina and Sarah as more than this. As more than just a hole in the dirt, as more than she was in the tree." He said, sounding so painful; he didn't want me to do any of this.

"What if I wanted to help, you took that choice away from me." I said, and I knew I sounded like a angry child being told to step aside, and let my father put an animal out of it's suffering and pain, and for me to go into the house.

He looked up at me, his eyes told me he was drained; and running on empty energy.

"So sue me." He said simply, and began to shovel the last of the dirt into the grave, before using the back of the shovel to pat down the earth until it was flat.

He said nothing more, and neither did I as he had used some of the duct tape he had in his bag, to fashion two branches into a cross, and pushed it into the soil of the final grave. The other two had similar crosses, made from twigs and branches sticking out of them; bent and wavering in the wind.

He slowly dropped to to the ground, beside the graves and sat on his ass; with his legs fully outstretched in front of him. He rested his hands on knees and at that moment took a big breath, and let out a low sigh. The cost of what he had done, was taking it's toll on him. He wasn't extremely fit, he had a belly on him; but he still looked young and health; with dirty and soil on his chest, clinging to his chest hair. His beard was coarse, and thick and moist from sweat; and dark as it's natural hair color.

"What do we do now?" I asked him, hoping my tone and voice was soft for him.

He said nothing for a few moments, wiping dirt from his combats and chest.

"I don't know, we could hold up in the barn again maybe. In the morning, we make our way East once more; past the outpost and continue for the coast." He said in a weak, tired tone.

"Is that such a good idea?" I asked.

He suddenly threw some of the dirt and soil that had stuck to his chest onto the floor angrily, and looked at me; his eyes were glistening, aching to cry.

"I don't fucking know alright, I don't know everything Naomi. I'm just doing my best here for us both, for you. I can only do my best, it's all anyone can do." He said angrily, but I knew he was more sad than angry; as he wanted to cry.

I knew he wouldn't if he could stop himself, he would hide it; hide it behind anger and frustration. We had both become close to Christina, and Sarah was a nice person as well; even if Michael was an asshole, James still would never have wanted this to happen to him.

"I know that, I know you are doing your best, James." I said, gently trying to sound supportive, and loving for his sake.

"I can't-I can't protect everyone, I try; we try and people still just die." He said thumping his fist on the grass enraged.

"We tried, we did our best for them. Christina chose to stay with them, she made her choice; we just couldn't see this happening." I said watching my words, and his reaction to each one hoping not to antagonize the situation further.

He was breaking, under the weight of everything; of the responsibility he carried, his personal need to protect me from everything around me. That meant I may be protected from the horrors of this situation, but he would take the brunt of it to do this for me. I slowly walked over to him, and gently lowered myself so I sat next to him; looking at the graves of our friends in front of us both.

Slowly he did it; I wanted him to, he needed to let it out. He began to cry, quietly and softly with his chin down against his chest, trying to hide it from me. He was trying to be strong for us, for me; but I could be strong for us as well. I softly leaned against him, and took his head, and pressed it against my chest and cradled him as he cried.

"It's alright, I'm here for you, for us. I always will be here for you, James." I tenderly whispered into his ear, as I cradled him.

"You can't do all of this on your own, it's just too much for anyone to bear. I won't see you break, because you try to protect me from everything we could face; you need to let me in, and help you. I love you too much, to let you face this all on your own. There are two of us here, and we're together. That means we face things together." I said cradling his head, and gently kissed his forehead as a loving woman would do for a friend.

"You need to let me, help you face this." I said one last time, my lips inches from his ear.

He continued to cry, and I held him. I had a role to play with him, I had a place with him, he was my lover, my friend, my soul mate. Sadly I would never have met him, had any of this never happened; but then he would have still been happy with his Tiana. 

We lay there for a while, until it became dark; he had stopped crying, and simply continued to lay his head in my arms. I finally spoke up, as we needed to find somewhere safe to stay for the night; I could already hear moaning, and groaning from afar and knew Walkers would soon be on us.

"We need to go into the barn, baby. Come on, it's alright I've got you." I told him, as he stood slowly with my hands moving from his head to his own hands. 

We collected our weapons, and equipment and made our way together to the barn; the same barn, we slept in with Christina only a few days ago, if I remembered that correctly. We slowly climbed the ladder to the top of the barn, to it's upper floor and the straw was still everywhere as it had been that night. James sat down against the wall of the barn, and I put our things aside with his rifle, and my own nearby for us to reach for if we needed it.

I slid across the floor to him, and laid next to him. He didn't say a word as he took my hand and held it on his knee, and we sat there occasionally kissing, but it was simply to reassure each other; and we lay there. I ran my hand up to his neck, and gently rubbed the back of his head and neck affectionately as he did the same to my hands. Slowly we fell asleep together, not saying much to one another; our actions did the talking for us that night.

~James~

I woke the next morning, we were both still in the barn - the same barn we had been in only a two or three days ago with Christina. I turned and saw Naomi sleeping soundly resting her head on my shoulder, her breathing was slow but frequent. I remembered what I had done, I had buried our friends outside, at the foot of the tree I found them hanging from. I sighed looking down at Naomi again, and rubbed my face with my free hand that wasn't holding her hand. I gently rubbed her neck, and she slowly stirred.

Slowly she woke, turning her head in against my shoulder to look up at me, she smiled but it was a weary one.

"Hey." I said with a similar smile.

"Hey, you didn't sleep much last night." She said to me, her smile wavering as she said it.

She knew why I hadn't slept, but she hadn't said anything about it through the night. I woke after she had fallen asleep, and through the night continued to nod off only to wake up a while later. I assumed she had been sleeping through it all, but she must have woke herself every time I did, but pretended to be sleeping away herself. I nodded, and our smiles both disappeared.

"I heard some moans outside, when I last woke up - about an hour ago. Hopefully they've moved on." I said as Naomi sat up, still holding my hand in hers.

She nodded, and we sat there, both sitting up against the wall of the barn. She occasionally looked into my eyes, and would squeeze my hands.

"I remember, what you said to me yesterday." I said gently, looking into her eyes.

"About me, not being able to bear all of this on me. You were right, I can't do this alone; I need your help. I should have given you the choice yesterday, to help with the burying. I should never have taken, that choice away from you." I said knowingly, admitting fault to her.

She said nothing, and forced a smile before she leaned forwards to plant a kiss on my lips. "Thank you." She said simply, leaning against the wall again with me.

"We should get ready to move, while the Walkers are spread out. We should avoid the highway, but follow it at a distance in the fields and such. I want to avoid stumbling into Red Star, or anyone else who would want a fight with us." I said gently, sliding my hand from hers and stood. 

She was surprised at the speed of my movements, but nodded and stood with me. We collected our supplies and weapons once again, before climbing down the ladder of the barn. We quietly made our way over to the field adjacent to the road, and began to walk through the field of crops as the morning light illuminated the crops, giving them a stark bright glow to them. 

We said nothing much more, but occasionally when we stopped for a break he would squeeze my hand or offer me the bottle of water we carried, sometimes smiling as he did. I knew I loved him, and I was going to be there for him; through everything we faced. I knew we would soon reach the outpost once more, and continue East for the coast. Neither of us knew what we would face, going into the unknown once more.

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Any and all feedback is appreciated, any ideas for the next installment I will read and incorporate into this series. I hope readers enjoy this series, and the romance is a change from the simple sex-themed stories, anything you want to contact me about this story, please do. Hope you liked it, people. 



Naomi Ch. 07



(This story is told from both the perspectives of Naomi and James)

~James~

Three days had passed, since we had left the burnt, charred, cindered remains of the farm that Michael's grandparents once owned. We had buried the three of them, after I had cut them down from the big Oak tree on the grounds. We had soon passed the former Raven Company outpost once more, where we had come so close to losing one of us; I had almost lost Naomi in that hailstorm of eaters, and dead hands. We continued east, and had gone an entire day crossing through open corn fields, hoping to avoid the larger numbers of eaters in the area. 

We came across a few stragglers, in the early hours of the morning, but there were barely a dozen between them, scattered around the fields in a harmless manner.

We didn't bother popping them, we didn't want to waste the bullets or energy on them. We moved around them without any trouble, and continued due east. We didn't hit any more straggling walkers, and Naomi had finally decided to speak for the first time in a good, solid few hours.

"We haven't come across any settlements, or even any towns. Are we heading towards the cities, still?" She asked me.

I didn't know what to say at first.

"Well we have to head for the east coast, New York and Chicago will be walker central with too many eaters to deal with. It's too dangerous to head on into the cities on our own, best chance we have is to go around them and find the coast, and find a ship that's moored there." I said, with my plan as fresh as it ever was in my mind.

Naomi said nothing, and nodded as she slogged alongside me in silence.

Another hour passed, it must have been almost three or four o'clock in the afternoon, when as we passed an abandoned truck with it's trailer hanging off on it's side, blocking the road ahead of us we could see past the vehicle. What looked to be remnants of some town houses, that dotted the road were now boarded up, and across the road ahead of the trailer was a school bus. It's windows were boarded up with fencing, and metal slabs. I didn't see it at first, but it was the entrance into a community. A community that made it's voice heard, over the barricades at either side of the school bus that was now acting as a gate.

There were two men straddling the barricades either side of the school bus, they were both crouched behind wooden pallets that acted as cover, for their makeshift watch towers. I could see one wielding a sniper rifle, peering down it's scope down at us both. The other was holding an MP5 sub-machine gun to his face, peering down it's iron-sights at us.

"Stop moving! We have our weapons trained on you both, state your business." The man with the machine gun shouted, behind his wooden cover.

I put my hand out and stopped Naomi from walking any further past me.

"They've got us, if we move they'll gun us down." I said simply.

"State your business! I won't ask again." The gunman shouted.

I took a stammering breath, hoping I didn't get us both killed at that moment.

"We're passing through, to the coast. We aren't here to cause any trouble, we'll go around if that's better." I said, offering them a compromise if they didn't want us inside their little community.

"I think that'll be for the best." The man called out.

I nodded, and began to urge Naomi to follow me over to a field that would bypass the community, when there were gunshots. I feared the worst, that the two men had decided to just shoot us dead and take our things. But it was not the case, the shots were coming from behind us down the street towards the walls of the community. The shots were sporadic, and not precise.

But the shots hit the bus, and the barricades as we saw more men above us, including women take up arms and fire back at the mysterious attackers. I pulled Naomi down into some shrubbery, and we hid as the fire fight continued. 

"What the hell is going on?" Naomi asked me, shielding her face from dust caused from the gun shots.

"They're under attack, and were in the middle of the damn thing." I said simply, as I shielded her with my body.

The shooting continued, but eventually the firing of shots from behind us where the mysterious attackers were, had died down, and eventually stopped. We stayed where we were, when I heard the school bus move; it was distinct from the sound of it's engine humming away near us both. Whoever controlled the community were coming out, to look for the dead attackers. I was about to move with Naomi, when I heard a gun cock to my side. Slowly I turned to look at who was wielding it.

It was a middle-aged woman, in her early twenties perhaps wearing all black; including jeans, boots and hooded top. She had long black hair, and she was peering down the sights of a M4 Assault Rifle, aimed at my forehead I would assume.

"Do not move, or I'll shoot you both." She said simply, looking down at Naomi who I had still been shielding up to this point. 

It was then that I recognised her voice, she was British with a very eloquent English accent, but it was firm and controlled now being used by her.

Slowly we sat up, Naomi was now raising her head and saw the woman holding the gun at us both. The young woman did not miss a beat, moving the gun in response to our movements so her gun never left my forehead. As she held us there at gunpoint, a tall man with brown hair turned the corner of the walls to join us. He was wearing Police body armour, and wore a gun holster on his left thigh, and in his right hand he held a sniper rifle. He was the same man who was wielding the sniper rifle up inside the tower, only moments earlier.

"These were the two, who approached the gate just before the attack." He stated, with a thick beard on his jaw, but still he looked young, perhaps in his early thirties.

"We knew nothing about the attack, we were going to bypass your community all together." I said simply, waiting for that inevitable bullet to pierce my skull, and end everything.

The woman holding the gun to us, said nothing still holding it tightly in her hands.

"They did run for cover, when we came under attack. Plus, we know who attacked us. They do not have female members in their ranks." The tall man with the rifle said.

The woman holding the gun did not lower it in response.

"Rachel, I don't think they are part of Mark's group." The tall man said resting his hand on her gun, and slowly pushing it down to safety.

"Who's Mark?" Naomi asked, before I could which saved me asking the question.

Rachel, the English woman with the gun holstered it on her shoulder and sighed.

"Did we hit anyone?" She asked, ignoring Naomi's question altogether.

The tall, handsome man shook his head.

"I doubt it, Mark's testing our defences. He probably had his men just take pot-shots at the walls and gate, and test our response. He's not stupid, he won't risk an all-out attack on us." He said, turning to look at me and then Naomi.

"What about them?" Rachel asked him, pointing down at us with a wave of her hand.

The man looked at us once more.

"Bring them in, they're not safe out here. Plus Nathan will want to speak to them both." He said, and turning away he turned the corner back inside the gate of the community.

Rachel looked at us, and even without her rifle she made it clear she was in charge.

"Up, come on. Let's go." She said simply, waving us towards the open gate, with the bus driven sideways to allow entry.

We slowly stood, and with our weapons held high; my AR-15 rifle and Naomi's shotgun in her own hands we were slowly escorted inside the community. As we passed the bus that acted as the community's gate, as we entered the seclusive community we noticed it's residents watching us on either side of the road, outside their houses and homes. Some were unarmed, watching us suspiciously as others carrying weapons eyed us as if we were strangers walking into a frontier town back in frontier days.

"Close the gate." The tall man who ordered me and Naomi be brought inside the town.

"Close the gate." The woman Rachel shouted, and those on top of the bus and the driver inside the vehicle prepared to move the bus back in place to block entry into the town.

The bus slowly moved back into it's former position, now blocking the town's entrance to those outside of it's gates. As it's brakes became active loudly, and it's engine dying to a standstill, the driver got out of the bus and wielded a shotgun of his own, and was eyeing me from afar.

Rachel, the English woman walked ahead of us with her rifle still shoulder and escorted us down the road passed residents who watched us with suspicions. Some made it clear, that this community was their home as they smirked at us, or gave us stares that made it clear we were outnumbered, and at their mercy.

"Outsiders, you should just throw them out on their asses. We don't need strangers here." One man called at us, as Naomi walked alongside me in silence.

"Back away." Rachel shouted at him, and others huddled around him and the front garden of one of the houses.

The man who called out to us, was middle aged with greying hair and holding a fire axe in his hands, he looked like he wanted to swing it at my head. Eventually as we passed the majority of residents to this conclave or community, we were escorted to a church that had seen better days. It's outside walls were peeling of their paint, and it's wood looked splintered and damaged.

"Inside the church, come on." Rachel called over her shoulder at us, with her stern English accent.

We followed, and were soon inside the church. At the far back of the church there were several people, and they were all speaking to a middle-aged man with brown hair, with early signs of grey coming into his roots. He wore an air of authority around him, standing in a bullet proof vest that did not bore any Police or Military insignias, he soon saw us approach and the group around him widened to allow us to approach.

"We'll speak of this later, Anna." The man said to a young blonde girl who was speaking to him, as we had been approaching.

She nodded.

"Yes, thank you Nathan for allowing me to speak to you." She said turning away, and sitting down on one of the church benches nearby.

Nathan who I assumed was the same man we were destined to speak to, was the so-called leader of this community. On his hip he wore a gun holster, with what looked to be a revolver tightly secured in it's leather hold.

He looked to be a determined man, staring me down and then turning his eyes on Naomi who was next to me.

"Are these the pair who approached the gate, prior to the attack?" He asked in a strong New York accent.

Rachel, with her sweet yet firm English voice spoke.

"It's them, but they fled for cover when the firing started. We do not think they are part of Mark's group." She said sitting down on a bench, and putting her rifle to her side as she rested her legs.

Nathan nodded, and stepped towards us.

"I'm sure you are not of what we face daily, in this little community of ours?" He asked me, standing in front of me.

"No, we were just passing through to get to the coast." I explained in short to him.

Nathan nodded, and moved over to a bench where he perched himself on it's end with his arms crossed.

"We are attacked daily by a local group of bandits, we've been facing off with them for the past fortnight. They hit us hard, but we push back. Since this community came together, we've lost several of it's residents to this group. Naturally we assumed you were part of their group, but thinking now they would never allow women into their ranks or at least not for that reason, for them to allow a woman into their group." He said looking at Naomi.

"Is their leader, this Mark I heard your people speak of?" I asked him.

Nathan nodded.

"A former prisoner from the nearby Correctional facility, west of here. Mark got free of the prison once everything went to hell, and the dead began to walk this planet. He pulled together a group from other prisoners he survived with, and any other nasty fucks who wanted to join him. Now he already had the armoury inside the prison to use, but he soon hit nearby Sheriff stations, and amassed an even bigger arsenal than we could ever imagine in such a short space of time. Now he's hit us a dozen times in the past fortnight since he created his little Kingdom out there. We've lost friends, those we came through this chaos together. Now I want to see Mark hanging from one of those trees outside, for him to hang for what he's done to us. We never wanted a war, we wanted to simply survive but even he couldn't let us have that." Nathan went on to explain, he looked tired from fighting a constant war with this Mark guy.

"That bus out there, and the barricades we've erected are the only things keeping Mark and his men out of here. If we didn't have them, he would have rolled right through and killed everyone in this community by now. He would have slaughtered the men, and taken the women to be his men's playthings." Nathan added, and stood up.

"You've got a guerilla war brewing here, and it's only a matter of time before Mark get's an ace card up his sleeve. You can only survive so long, walled up inside here." I said.

Nathan crossed the room, as those around him dispersed to give him space.

"You think I do not know that, you've walked in here and you're acting as if you know what we've faced these past two weeks." Nathan said angrily, watching me.

I understood his frustrations, but we had faced a similar war outside of his walls. A constant, guerilla war with the eaters, fleeing and running when we couldn't match their numbers. We had to make tactical judgements out there, in order to survive.

"You don't think it's a war out there regardless? We've been surviving our own war with the eaters, and we're close to exhaustion. Then on top of that we've had to deal with bandits, the fucking Red Star, and of course my favourite a fucking Civil War brewing as well." I said angrily, noting how my voice rose quickly near the end of my sentence.

Nathan said nothing for a moment, watching me and then looking to Rachel sitting nearby.

"Red Star? A Civil War? What are you going on about?" He asked as if he understood nothing, of what I had just told him.

"Jesus, they don't even know." Naomi said to me, holding her gun in her lap.

"You have no idea, what's going on outside of your own walls?" I asked Nathan gently.

He said nothing, and simply nodded.

"Jesus." I said simply.

I decided I should at least get to sit, since I had a lot of explaining to do. Naomi sat down next to me on the very same bench.

"Those bandits, Mark's group. They are the tip of the fucking iceberg out there. You think he's brutal, and vicious then you haven't met Red Star yet." I said simply.

And so I went on to explain Red Star, what they were capable of and what they actually did. Their bloody deeds as it were, and everyone in the church along with Rachel and Nathan listened in surprise and shock.

"Then you have the Civil War, and it's getting far worse." I said, but as I was about to explain it's meaning Nathan stepped in.

"No way, I refuse to accept in the middle of Red Star, bandits, and the eaters that there's a civil war brewing." He said, and he sounded determined not to believe me.

I smiled, with my rifle at my side I cupped my hands to my chin.

"The country is split, or at least it's military forces are split. Between those siding with the former President and his staff, and the other half of the nation siding with remnants of Congress. They have already fought skirmishes with one another, and have had a massive battle in the ruins of New York city. The country in the middle of this fucking pile of shit, is being torn apart while the dead pick at it's remains." I explained, my voice telling Nathan to believe me at the very least. 

Nathan and everyone in the church were in silence, other than a few muttering amongst themselves.

"We've been so busy dealing with Mark and his group, that we didn't send scouts out to find information. A civil war, and a group of cultists killing anyone they come across who is not an eater. What the fuck is happening out there?" Nathan said, his final question seemed more of a question for himself, as this information sunk in.

"Well you need to find another way out of your community, one where Mark's men cannot ambush your people and you'll find other communities out there, and the information you need." Naomi said, stepping into the conversation.

Nathan moved over to those gathered around listening to us, and gave them orders. Most of them dispersed and left the church. Nathan came over to me and Naomi.

"So you both, are heading for the coast?" He asked us both, his eyes moving between us both.

I nodded.

"Safest route, to get out of the country. We may head for Canada once we get a boat, but we aren't sure yet." I said.

Nathan nodded.

"Well you're both welcome to stay the evening, we have a few homes and houses here still unoccupied, left by it's former residents. You are welcome to sleep in any of them, and move on in the morning." He said.

I nodded.

"We'll take your offer, we know it's getting too late to travel in the night." I said.

Nathan nodded, and turned to leave the church.

"Rachel will escort you to an available house, you are welcome to carry your weapons around with you in case were attacked again. By the sound of it, we could be attacked in the middle of the night by at least four viable threats. Best that were all armed, should that happen." He said with a nod, and walked off leaving us with Rachel.

Rachel sighed, standing up from the bench I noticed she was wearing a pair of tight blue denim jeans, and a black jacket over a matching top. She was still carrying her rifle.

"Right let's go and get you settled in for the night, now that Nathan has agreed for you to stay." She said and walked ahead of us out of the church into the street.

We followed her, both myself and Naomi were shoulder to shoulder following. The street was empty almost now, only a few armed residents walking past us and manning the barricades they had built overlooking the street and it's gate. They were no longer eyeing us suspiciously, as they were more focused on defending their homes. As we followed Rachel, she looked over her shoulder to us.

"Is it really so bad out there, with Red Star and the military?" She asked as she continued to walk ahead of us.

I looked at Naomi, and was about to speak when she did it for me.

"It is, we already came head to head with Red Star and seen what they can do to our friends. Then the war is only getting worse according to all accounts, New York was a big win for the President's forces. Forces loyal to Congress fell, and only a few made it out of the ruins alive. Even with the battle waging, we heard that the eaters even managed to kill a portion of the forces there. None banded together, to try and get out of the city alive; they butchered one another until only one side was left standing." 

Rachel listened to Naomi and sighed as she walked along.

"I would have thought even the military would have banded together, to try and survive this mess. 

Even that was too much to hope for." She said with a sigh once more.

She stopped in her tracks outside of one of the available houses.

"It used belong to a couple, so I'm sure you'll find clothes for yourselves inside." She said, and before we could ask anything she was gone heading back to the church.

The house was a two storey building, some of the windows were smashed but now boarded up with plywood sheets. We moved towards the front door, and pushed it open noticing it was unlocked. 

"We'll take one of the rooms upstairs, lock the door and block it with some furniture just to be safe." I said as I ventured inside first, ahead of Naomi.




Naomi Ch. 07



Inside the corridor of the house, it was pitch black other than some light streaming in from the windows not boarded up. It was not dark outside yet, but sundown was coming and it was slightly darker in the sky. We ventured further into the corridor, and found the staircase. I was first to mount the staircase, and being accustomed to entering houses and buildings since the Outbreak armed, and careful I clutched my rifle in my hands. Slowly I mounted the staircase, one step at a time until soon enough I was on the first floor landing of the house. 

I felt a delicate, warm hand on my arm.

"James, I'm sure they cleared this place out when they built the community. I doubt there's any eaters inside." Naomi said gently, rubbing my arm warmly.

I relaxed hearing her say that, and lowered my rifle as I found one of the bedrooms with it's door ajar. I leaned in close to it, and gently pushed it open. It was the master bedroom, where I assumed the couple slept. It was dark, but not pitch black as the window was not boarded up.

There was a large king sized bed in the centre of the room, with dark blue sheets and pillows. It looked untouched, made and ready for the couple to go to when it was time for bed. The couple must have been out of town, when the Outbreak happened; probably likely dead and never to return to their home.

"Check the cupboard for clothes, maybe we can get some fresh clothing and get out of these clothes. They're stinking from our travels, and blood from eaters." I said walking over to the side of the bed, and peered out of the window.

The bedroom window actually overlooked the outside of the community, about fifty yards from the window were the large, and heavily built walls of cars, and steel girders as well as some foundations of brick and stone walls. I could see the movements outside of eaters, and hear the distinct moaning they made when they could sense us nearby. It looked solid, and strong enough and defended as there were two armed guards patrolling our side of the wall, keeping watch.

"The community looks secure enough, man made walls but they protect it with guards and patrols." I said noting the wall, and the security of the community.

"It's not the eaters the community fears, it's this Mark and his group. Now we've added two more threats for them to fear, we've made their lives far harder to live knowing Red Star are out there somewhere." Naomi said, as I heard her open the cupboard in the room behind me.

"They had to know, or they would never know what Red Star were capable of. Plus they had to know about the war, especially if one side comes to the community looking to recruit soldiers to their cause. They'll know what to expect, and it gives them time to decide what they'll do when the time eventually comes." I said turning to see Naomi gracefully searching through the cupboard looking for clothes.

"Anything good in there?" I asked leaning against the wall near the window, as I watched her.

Naomi said nothing for a moment, and pulled out a dress, it looked black in colour and silk material. She smiled looking at it.

"Whoever this woman was, she had style and a similar size to me." She said staring at the dress, and looking into the cupboard again.

I smiled.

"It's a shame, she'll most likely never return to this home again." She said, and continued to look through the cupboard. 

She found some clothes, a mixture of things and laid them out on the bed. More than likely she had chosen the clothes she was going to take with us, when we left. 

"That looks to be the guy's cupboard, you'll probably find some clothes in there." She said with a wave of her hand, at the only other cupboard in the room near my side of the room.

I nodded, and moved over to it. As I opened it, I noticed whoever the man was of this couple was about two sizes bigger than me. I was probably only likely going to find jackets or coats, that I could wear inside.

"He was bigger than me, I'll take another coat and a few t-shirts." I said over my shoulder.

I turned about to check on how Naomi was doing, looking through her cupboard when I saw her with her back to me. She was looking through the cupboard, and began to undo her jeans.

"Emm Naomi, I can wait outside if you want to change." I said softly.

She muttered over her shoulder as she pulled off her white vest first, and threw it on top of her bag.

She was naked, her dark ebony skin shone in the low light of the room and I could see the arch of her back as she peered into the cupboard more.

"Why, were together now. Why would I ever be uncomfortable changing in front of you, I was meaning to do it even." She said with a gentle giggle, still with her back to me.

I was surprised, but only four days ago we had made love, as well as fucked so it wasn't really a surprise. I even smiled, watching her naked back in front of me. I could see the sides of her supple breasts, heave and bounce as she leaned inside to pull out more clothing.

"She's got some nice bed-wear in here, at least tonight I'll sleep in some form of comfort." She said with a giggle.

She began to wiggle down her jeans over her hips since they were undone already, and slowly her bottom came into view, and slowly the jeans fell beneath her buttocks showing her black panties that hugged her bottom perfectly. She wiggled out of the jeans, pulling them down over her sneakers leaving her naked now other than her panties, shoes and her socks.

"Naomi, I think if we keep this up we're going to go crossing that line like we did that night." I said stammering, feeling my manhood rise to the occasion watching her.

"That's the point, why do you think I'm picking out nightwear for us." She said with a grin, as she looked over her shoulder at me.

"Nightwear?" I asked surprised.

"That's half the fun, we can actually really enjoy our bodies before we go at it like rabbits again." She smiled and I could see her pull out a small black and purple baby doll that looked to stop just under her crotch. 

She smiled, and kept her back to me.

"You're not seeing anything, until I'm wearing it all." She giggled.

I smiled leaning against the wall with my hands in my pockets. She noticed this and with her mouth parted in a sexy manner, she spoke over her shoulder.

"That means for you to get your boots off soldier, and get on that bed and wait for me." She said seductively.

I was like an excited teenager with his first girlfriend, tearing my boots off and fighting to get the military webbing off, so I was only wearing my combats and my combat shirt. It was slightly moist from sweat, and smelling with the same smell. I decided to get it off, for her own benefit and threw it at my bag. Now I was bare chested, and wearing on my combats and socks.

I watched her, and even in the darkness I saw her pull the baby doll on and even with it being so short it still slightly covered most of her bottom, but not her crotch and so her panties were still visible. I thought she was wearing everything, when she looked through one of the drawers of the cupboard and pulled out something nylon made. I knew what they were, as she began to take off her shoes and socks and put them aside. They were stockings, as there were a pair she held in her hands.

She slowly pulled them up her sexy, firm legs and up around her inner thighs inches from her crotch. With them finally on, she made some final checks in the dark of the stockings and the baby doll. Her silhouette told me she was ready, as I could see her hands on her hips staring back at me.

"You ready?" She asked me in her husky, seductive voice.

"Yes, god fucking yes I am." I said stuttering almost, with my tool at full hardness in my combats.

She giggled, and began to seductively approach the bed crossing her legs over as she walked and pushed out her chest as she moved. She was so beautiful, I didn't put myself past actually having a heart attack from seeing her beauty.

"Relax soldier, I won't break your heart. I love you, because you're everything to me now in this world." She said in her sexy voice, and as she approached the bed I could in some light see her face and arms and legs shine in the light.

She mounted the bed and then I could see parts of her body illuminated by the light, her baby doll was clearly purple and black in places, and the nylon stockings she wore shone also in a very alluring way. She moved across the bed towards me on her hands and knees, both gracefully and sexy in her movements. She looked like a Cheetah ready to pounce on her mate in heat, or her next meal.

"You think I'm sexy? You have no fucking idea how wet and warm I am for you, seeing you like this." She gasped, as she looked at me barely a few inches from my legs now.

I was breathing so hard, my chest heaved with every struggling breath. Then I felt her, her silky, nylon clad legs spread as she began to move and climb along my legs and chest to my face. She leaned in and like an animal in heat or in need or pure sex leaned in and passionately kissed me, sliding her own tongue into my mouth on her own insistence.

Her hand slid up my thigh, over my combats before she grasped hold of my cock through my trousers. She squeezed, and stroked me through the trousers as we kissed like mad lovers, torn apart and held apart for years until this moment. The kiss was wet and continuous, never breaking really with our tongues connecting as well as our moist lips.

I was not about to let this beautiful woman, who I was so deeply in love with now have all of the fun. I raised my hands and placed them on her hips, and slowly lifted them up to cup her firm, warm breasts through the baby doll. She moaned, and purred as my hands squeezed her breasts. Her hand did not waver, as her grip and stroking sped up around my cock.

"Oh Naomi, fuck even with all of that shit outside I found you." I moaned as our kissing became more ferocious, and wet.

Naomi's hands found the waist of my trousers, and began to undo it's buttons and slowly her hands began to yank down my combats swiftly.

"Fuck." I gasped, as my cock sprang out from the combats to point hard into the air above.

"There it is." I heard Naomi moan in the darkness, and felt her pull on my bare cock, and before I knew it something warm, wet and hot enveloped my cockhead.

She was giving me oral treatment, or commonly a nice wet blow-job. I moaned in pleasure, feeling her warm, moist tongue lap at my cockhead and the shaft. Her mouth felt just as amazing as her vagina had that first night we were together in that trailer. As warm, wet and inviting as her pussy had been for my cock. I slid my hands from her breasts upwards, and found the back of her head. I took a grip of her hair, not too tightly but enough to reign her in close.

I pushed down, firmly but not violently and her throat opened up as did her mouth, as she took more of my cock inside her warm mouth. I pushed down her on her head more firmly, and she emitted a low, groan before it became a gagging sound.

"Is this what you want? I will never hurt you, but in this moment do you want your man to control you. Like this?" I asked her, as I pushed down on the back of her warm head once more, with two hands.

She gagged once more, but no longer in a low grunt, but in a sharp loud gagging sound. My cock had hit home, right to the back of her small throat and had hit her gag reflex hard.

At my words, Naomi's arms extended and wrapped around torso, and she held onto me firmly. She pulled her mouth slightly off of my cock, and managed to sputter some words in a low, forced tone.

"Control me, if you love me." She croaked.

I nodded, and began to push and pull her head up and down, forcing my cock into her throat. Her hands, even nails gripped into my back as she held onto me for dear life, with her ass and legs perched upwards.

My cock was as deep down her throat, as it had been fully buried inside her pussy only days earlier. This barrage of sensations, and pleasure she was giving to me lasted for a few more minutes, with my hands pulling her mouth down hard on my cock, and gagging her harshly.

Eventually I felt the tingling in my balls, and knew if I didn't stop now what I had for her was going to dribble down her throat and down her chin. I pushed her off of my cock gently, until I saw her face which was clearly exhausted, covered in beads of sweat and saliva across her mouth and jaw. 

"Come on, lay down. I think it's time I repaid you for that wonderful pleasure you just gave me." I said gently pushing her backwards from me, onto her back on the bed with me.

She was panting, trying to gain control of her body and breathing as she gently slid up and down the bed on her back in front of me.

"Fuck, yes show me how much you love me, my dirty, perverted man." She gasped, her eyes even in the faint light of the moon outside were clearly glazed over.

I undressed the last of the way first, pulling off my combats and kicking them aside, along with my military shirt, and it all landed in a pile aside from the bed. Naomi was still on her back, waiting for me as I could see her chest heaving up and down as she gathered her breath back. In the light her stockings shone, and looked beautiful on her dark skin. 

Fully naked now, other than my socks on my feet I slid across the bed to her waiting body. I moved in close, and spread her legs that shone in the light of the moon apart and leaned down, and pushed my face against the crotch of her black panties. My nose rubbing against her slit, through the thin material.

Naomi gasped, and writhed on the bed with her head and arms flailing around us both. I nudged my nose harder against her supposed slit, and she gasped even more. A few more pokes with my nose later, she was gushing from her slit and soaked her panties through and through. 

I sat up, and took hold of the waistband of her panties with both hands, and began to roll them down over her mound and off down her legs until they were fully off. She was now only wearing the baby doll and black stockings.

I went back to poking her, but with my mouth and nose together so I could taste her wickedly fragrant juices. I lapped at her pussy, as if her juices were leaking from a stonewall, and I was gasping for a drink out of dehydration.

"Oh yes James, oh baby lick me yes." She gasped, as I felt her hands clutch at my head between her thighs.

"I'm going to be fucking you here, very soon." I said pushing the tip of my tongue inside her slit, and touched her clitoris gently.

She gasped, and I could here her gritting her teeth together, as she breathed hard and fast through them. I continued to lap, and kiss and lick her pussy with speed I never thought possible. Eventually she was gasping, quaking and rolling her hips against me clearly telling me she was enjoying this. Her head swung left and right, as if she was a robot experiencing a technical failure.

"No please, James you're so good. No more, I am going to explode." She gasped, every word she spoke was low, groaning and very seductive in tone.

"Yes, you are going to explode and you are going to love it." I groaned, and moaned pressed up against her warm, roasting mound.

She was on fire, at least her body felt so. I pressed my mouth up against her entire slit, and covered it with my whole mouth and sucked on it as she began to pant, and smack her fists on the bed at her sides.

"Fuck me James, shove it inside me please!" She panted, grabbing my head and shoving my face away from her pussy.

It wasn't long before those hands grabbed my cock, and began to pull me and it towards her pussy. I didn't have much of a choice in the matter, but I didn't care as it was what I wanted anyway. She pulled me towards her, and my cock lined up perfectly with her slit; so I did the last part of my actions and shoved forward sliding inside her. She gasped at the violation, but purred as I began to ram in and out of her wet pussy with ease.

"Ah deeper, fuck me baby." She purred once more, as our bodies rocked together allowing me to bury my rod fully inside her.

"Yes." I grunted back at her, as I pulled back and rammed home once more making her gasp in response.

We pounded away, her allowing me inside her body, and me ramming home as I felt sweat gather on my brow and forehead from the effort of the moment. This boiling moment went on for a few minutes, my gasps with hers increased in tempo and the room was filled with our gasps, grunts and moaning.

The slapping noises echoed as my balls slapped her chocolate ass, and pussy as I fucked away. I was beyond pulling away from the brink, from the edge of the cliff as my balls burned with fury as if they were dipped into lava. 

I was close to exploding inside her warm, inviting pussy with a load that would fill her with my semen. I grunted a few more times, pulling in and out before I stopped and my body shook. I was shaking as Naomi held onto me, and my semen oozed out and filled her pussy. I held the position for a few moments, as my balls drained into her body. 

She was soaked in sweat as I was too, and was gasping hard as I dropped my hand down to her slit and with my cock wilting away to softness still inside her, I found her clitoris and began to rub it and squeeze it as I wanted her to have her own orgasm as I had just done. She gasped, screaming even as she tried to close her mouth but she was shaking from pleasure as I pushed her body to her waiting orgasm.

"No fuck, I am going to cum James." She gasped, her eyes clenched tightly shut.

I was squeezing her clitoris harder, and then she screamed. Her jaw could not stop it from leaving her throat, the scream was loud but just enough to fill the room and not allow anyone outside to hear us inside. She clamped her own hand over her mouth, as she tried to stifle her screaming. Soon enough it waned, and it was silent in the room as her juices slowly trickled down onto the bedding and sheets beneath us.

I looked up, and saw Naomi staring right back at me with her beautiful eyes not blinking once as she kept the stare. 

"I love you, James." She muttered, and with her hand she wiped her mouth of sweat that had dripped down.

I leaned in and kissed her mouth, holding it for a moment before breaking it.

"I love you, Naomi." I said gently with a smile on my lips.

We slowly slid from our prone positions, and slid into a loving embrace. Me behind Naomi, with my arms wrapped around her waist as I snuggled my head against her neck. Her body was as warm, and hot as mine was from what we had just done together. Slowly my eyes in the darkness, began to close and slowly shut as I felt sleep overtake me.

~Naomi~

A Few Hours Later

My eyes were closed, but I was waking up slowly. I could fee him, my lover behind me holding my around my waist lovingly. His body was warm, still even on fire pressed against my back. I felt warm even as the room felt cold outside of the bed region. 

I smiled feeling how snug I was in his arms, and in the darkness I felt somewhat safe, and wanted by him. It looked like a few hours had passed since we had made love, and it was still pitch black outside of the windows of the room. It was probably not even past 3am yet, and we still had a few hours of darkness ahead of us. 

Then I heard it, shots being fired. From outside of the house, it was faint but I could still hear them. They were coming from afar, I believed. Slowly I slid from the sheets, and James with his warm, loving hold. I was almost naked other than the lingerie I was wearing still. 

I did not have my underwear on any longer, but still wore the stockings and baby doll. There was a chill in the bedroom that stroked at my pussy and bare bottom, as I stood and crossed the room to the window that overlooked the defensive walls.




Naomi Ch. 07



I crossed my arms, and stared out of the window and saw the security wall again. There were two men manning the wall, and were firing afar at eaters that were approaching the wall in the fields. I saw about a dozen of them, but they were so slow in movements that the guards were picking them off easily. They were using sniper rifles, and peering down their scopes were picking off the undead. This was a norm for the community, defending against the eaters, but now they had two more threats to worry about. 

How long until these walls toppled under the attacks by Mark and his group of reavers? I wondered, as the eaters numbers dwindled down to just three in a minute. Those last three were put down soon after again. I breathed a sigh of relief, as the guards shared a high-five and then returning to their posts on the wall again. How long until those two guard faced an armed enemy? Red Star? Mark's bandits? Or even a much more determined, well trained enemy as the Greys or the Blue Coats with tanks and helicopters? Those walls would crumble under those heavier weapons, and vehicles. 

I shivered, thinking about what this community could soon be facing. I turned around, and saw James sleeping away. His hairy chest heaving up and down, as he slept away. He was a sleeping giant, at any time he could jump to his feet like a big bear to put down any threat, and then like this moment he could be sleeping like a bear. I slowly crossed over to him, and leaned down and gently planted a moist kiss on his forehead. He moved gently, but did not wake. I kissed him once more, on the forehead and without warning he turned his head and his eyes were open looking deep into mine.

He was so quick I could not have reacted any other way than surprised, as his hand slid up and grabbed my hair and pulled me down to kiss, and he shoved his tongue down my throat as we kissed passionately. 

He wasted no time, and before I could voice my opinion he had pulled me back onto the bed, with me on top of him. My legs were spread wide as his hard cock pressed upwards against my mound. I had no underwear on, and his cockhead pressed firmly against my moist slit. He was ready to go again, that much was clear.

His hands found my ass, and squeezed it firmly in his hands; it must have felt like warm dough in his palms as he squeezed, and mauled it. Then he did it, he peeled open my doughy cheeks and I felt the cold air on my pussy and ass hole. 

"You're not sleeping." I purred, as my eyes clenched shut.

"Did you think I would be, after seeing you dressed like this tonight." He said in a simple warm tone.

I didn't bother saying any more, as he spread my ass cheeks wide and probably obscenely with his palm, and I felt moist for him. I wasn't waiting for him, so I grabbed hold of my thick, hard shaft and positioned it against my slit and pressed down onto it, and without much more effort it slid inside me down to his balls. I purred like a Cheshire Cat, for him as his cock filled me up and felt as if I had slid down a thick, steel pipe.

"Oh James, yes god fuck me." I growled at him, with my eyes still shut.

His hands played with my ripe, doughy buttocks as he pushed me up and down his cock. The swaying movements made me gasp, and growl as my breasts swung up and down, left to right from his thrusts.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

We both stopped moving, and our heads turned to the window. We heard screaming, and shouting from outside the house. We looked at each other, and then we heard someone shouting.

"Bandits, arm yourselves!" A man screamed from outside, and a barrage of shots followed. 

I quickly slid off of James, and onto my feet on the carpet. I quickly grabbed from the floor and pulled them up my legs, before buttoning them on. I looked inside the cupboard and found a female long shirt, black in colour and decided to just put it on over the baby doll, just like the stockings I was still wearing inside the jeans.

The nylons rubbed against the denim, as I moved. I quickly buttoned up the shirt, and saw that James had his combats and webbing on, over his military shirt. He picked up from the floor, near one of our duffel bags and picked up his AR-15 rifle once more. I leaned down to my own bag, and pulled out one of the pistols we had. It was 9mm Beretta, one of the half a dozen handguns we had procured in the last week or so.

I checked that it was loaded, and turned off the safety of the gun. I gripped it in my hands, and we moved to the door of the room together.

"If it's bandits, they'll be trying to get inside the community. Stick to cover, and stay with any of the residents." James told me, and he opened the door for us.

We quickly made our way downstairs and out of the front door of the house, and saw around us that the residents were doing the same thing we were doing. Most were arming up, some were barricading their homes against attack and others were putting up barricades in the street, to slow down the bandits if they got inside the walled-off community. 

I didn't see much point of them, if they got inside with vehicles. They would just mow down everyone, and crush the barricades under their wheels.

James was already sighting down his rifle, down at the bus that acted as the gate. Some of the residents were fighting off bandits, who were attempting to climb over the bus to get inside. Shots were firing everywhere, as I held onto my own gun for dear life. Then we heard more shots, as some of the residents dropped to the floor around the bus. Over the side of the bus, men were clambering over with rifles in hands, and began charging down the street towards us and the barricades.

"Here they come, go over to the people behind that barricade. Stay there, and stay out of line of fire." He told me, and I felt him slap my ass, but in a motivational way. 

I ran over to a group of residents, some of them were old-age and some as young as early twenties wielding weapons, and holding onto the barricades. A young girl, barely nineteen was crying, as she limply held a revolver in her hands. I leaned close, placing my hand on her shoulder. She was raven haired, and had striking blue eyes.

"It's alright, we'll be OK. Nothing will happen to us, sweetie." I told her, and she began to cry and lean into my shoulder for comfort. 

Even with the shooting around us, I gently held her to comfort her.

"I'm so scared." She said as she began to weep as I held her close.

"We all are, sweetheart." I told her again, as I could see over the barricade that James and a dozen of the residents, including Rachel were fighting it out with the bandits who had climbed over the bus. 

They were shooting it out, shots were striking the bus. Most of the bandits were out of open cover, and were getting mowed down by James and Rachel, they couldn't run for cover. After a hectic minute, those who had climbed over the bus were dead. Rachel and two of the residents ran for the bus, and climbed onto it's roof before firing outwards at bandits who were either trying to get close once more, or were fleeing. 

Soon enough, the shooting died off and there was silence, other than some residents crying over the dead. James slowly turned and made his way over to the barricade, and his face was covered in sweat as he held a tight grip on his rifle.

"They've been pushed back, only a dozen got inside. The rest were trying to bring in a truck, to ram the bus out of place but they've fled, and have left it outside. We'll go and bring it inside later." He told me.

I nodded, still cradling the young raven haired girl.

"What about Nathan?" The raven haired girl asked, looking up at James.

James didn't know the answer, but Rachel did as she came closer. 

"He's fine Sarah, he's inside the Church. You can go and see him, honey." She said in a soft, sweet English accent.

She nodded and gently slid from my arms, and began to walk across the road to the Church. I think Rachel noticed my surprise, and spoke up.

"She's Nathan's sister, she feared the worst but he's alright." Rachel said, before leaving us and going towards the Church.

The other residents around the barricade with me were slowly moving away, to their homes or to see to the dead or wounded. Me and James were left alone together. He took a deep breath, and leaned against the barricade of wooden planks and steel piping piled on top of one another. I stood slowly, and looked at him.

"They came close this time, to losing the community?" I asked him.

He roughly wiped his forehead of the sweat and nodded.

"A dozen got inside, over the bus. They lost several people near the bus, it was too close. They're lucky we had enough people inside to push them back out, sheer dumb luck." James said with a sigh.

I leaned in and held his free hand, while the other held his rifle.

"We're safe, for now. They won't try another attack like that tonight." I said gently.

James nodded, and for a brief moment he smiled.

"Should we go and see Nathan, and Rachel? Speak to them about this, and what they should do about Mark's group?" I asked him.

James said nothing for a moment, and then swung his head left to right.

"No, we've done our bit tonight. Let's go to bed, we've earned it." He said and I felt his hand squeeze mine, and we slowly turned towards the house we were given to sleep inside.

I said nothing more, as I held onto his arm and we made our way back to bed together. For more sex I expected, and to feel wanted and loved by someone again. I could say without any doubt, that I was irrefutably in love with James. That much I knew to be true for damn sure.

Any and all feedback is appreciated, any ideas for the next installment I will read and incorporate into this series. I hope readers enjoy this series, and the romance is a change from the simple sex-themed stories, anything you want to contact me about this story, please do. Hope you liked it, people. 



Naomi Continues to Grow



Monday morning was always hectic but we were short handed this morning. I reached for the phone to call Naomi. "Hi," she said breathlessly. I couldn't tell if she was happy to hear from me or not, but I didn't have time to finesse her.

"Can you come over in an hour?" 

"Sure!" God, she sounded bubbly. Amazing! So far, her two visits to the house had been nothing but her debauchery, and on film. Still, she held out hope that I wanted her as my girlfriend so she was on her way over. Jesus! 

I checked on the set again. Everyone was present and we were about to start shooting. I adjusted a couple of lights and a mirror and the action began. My "star" strutted in wearing just enough to rip off of her, and promptly hit her knees. She began to suck one cock while jerking two others, rotating periodically. This was one of our gangbang audition type movies. All my girls made one eventually. 

I heard the doorbell. Naomi. I went to let her in and she tried to hug me. I let her have a second, then said, "Hurry up, I need you in here." I led her to the bedroom where my star was in the same position, but with different cocks. 

Naomi looked at me questioningly. "I'm short a fluffer," I explained. I figured you could use the practice and the money." Her face fell a little, but she had the presence of mind to ask what that meant. I explained that the fluffer stayed out of the way and kept the men's cocks hard. Most of her morning would be spent on her knees. So much for the effort she put into the sexy outfit... Did she just not get it? Sex was always going to happen to her here, no matter what she wore. 

I put my hand on her head and gave a gentle push, nodding to the floor. She knelt and looked up at me waiting. I motioned to two of the actors who promptly came over and stood in front of Naomi. She stayed motionless. "Suck it, whore!" snapped the younger of the two, and he shoved his cock in her mouth. She looked at me while he used her face, trying to make sense of what was happening to her. 

"Stroke the other one, Naomi," I told her. She reached out for it and I petted her hair. "Good girl," I said. She brightened visibly. I watched for a few more seconds, then left. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Naomi came to my office a few hours later. She looked a little pale, but was otherwise okay. I handed her $100. It was pretty good money, since she didn't have to do any more clean-up than brushing her teeth.

"Can you make it Thursday?" I asked. She nodded. "Good, make it early so we have more time." Clearly she took this to mean that she and I would spend more time together. Oh well, let her think what she wanted. All too soon, she would understand that the boyfriend who had wooed her had other young girls to lure in and didn't have time for the childish notion of being her boyfriend. Hopefully, by that time I'd have gotten enough film footage of her that it wouldn't matter if she blew me off. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

Thursday, Naomi arrived in yet another pastel skirt nearly showing her matching panties. Good, I wouldn't have to spend money on costumes for her since she already dressed like a tramp. I blew her a kiss from across my desk and told her I'd meet her in the living room. She was comfortably relaxed when I walked in a few minutes later, and I leaned over her from behind, feeling her tits and kissing her neck. I pulled out a long black silk handkerchief and began to fold it lengthwise. I placed it over her eyes and she giggled. "Don't take this off," I said quietly. She giggled again.

I continued to kiss her neck a bit, fondling her tits. I began to unbutton her blouse, then to take her firm tits out of her pastel bra. I rubbed her nipple a little while my guys got some close-ups. Hot! I came around to her front and began rubbing her thighs, slowly parting them wide. I moved slowly up her thighs, finding her camel toe and running a fingertip gently across it. Her hips were moving of their own volition now, and I could see her beginning to moisten. I rubbed her clit through the panty material, barely grazing it. 

Naomi's breathing became more erratic, and she pushed her hips up to meet my finger. I slid the crotch of her panties aside and knew the boys were getting good footage of her tiny pussy and my finger stroking it gently, carefully. She was wet! Whether or not she personally liked what happened to her at my house, her body found it arousing. Typical. My theory is that the half of the population that has a pussy is a slut to the core. 

Jeri padded over to us quietly. She immediately knelt in between Naomi's spread legs and replaced my finger with her own. She slowly circled Naomi's clit, then gradually made smaller circles, applying more pressure. Naomi moaned in her throat and Jeri smiled knowingly. 

Jeri had been one of my sluts for a couple of years now. She came to me without all the lovesick teen complication. One of her friends had been taken in by one of my cameramen, and had cried to her friend about having been filmed sucking a bunch of strangers off one day. When the girl flashed her cash, Jeri knew she had to get in on this. 

She was no stranger to giving head, and I didn't have to coax her. She seemed to know what to do, often giving me better footage by tweaking a scene and making it hotter. She understood what guys want to see and she knew how to deliver. 

Jeri leaned forward, the cameras following her face as it closed in on Naomi's cunt. Her pink tongue flicked out and licked that clit that was going to help me guy a new BMW. Jeri settled down to feast on Naomi's pussy and I listened to her moaning with pleasure. Her body writhed and occasionally I would fondle one of her breasts. 

I decided she was ready and I stood up and unzipped my jeans. Naomi's ears perked up. Suddenly her body stiffened. If I was standing up, who was eating her? I knew her mind was racing, and I said, "Don't take it off, Naomi." 

I stood beside her and rubbed my cock against her cheek. I slapped it against her face a couple of times for effect, then told her to open her fuckhole. She opened her mouth to say something and I saved her the trouble. I shoved my cock in there and let it fill her mouth. I wasn't hard yet, but she needed to get used to using that mouth more productively in my presence. 

I let her suck me for a couple of minutes, then motioned to one of the guys. He unzipped and took his place on her other side. I turned her face towards his cock and he stuffed her mouth and began riding it. 

I love these kids of shots because of the underlying message... There's something about people having sex with some clothing on that implies nobody could wait. It's even hotter when guys don't undress to use a slut's mouth. When a man unzips his pants and pulls his cock out to use on a slut, it says, "You're not worth taking my pants off for. Suck this!" 

We took turns in Naomi's mouth while Jeri ate her pussy, being careful not to allow her to cum. After while, I pulled Naomi to her feet and put her on her knees on the sofa with her face and tits hanging over the back of it. Jeri moved closer to suck her pussy from behind, while I stood in front of her and held her face in my hands. I fucked her face slowly at first, then picked up speed. After a few seconds, my cock was a blur in her mouth. I spurted my jizz into her mouth and held her still until I felt her swallowing. I petted her hair. "Good girl," I said to her. "Who's next?" 

Another cock filled her mouth, and I came back to the other side of the couch where Jeri was now licking Naomi's tight little shitter. Her pink tongue dabbed in the tiny hole over and over. Naomi liked it, I could tell. Jeri worked some spit into the hole with each stab of her tongue. 

One of the boys came over sporting a 7" erection and began to rub it on Naomi's asscheek. Jeri was still using her magic tongue, but she turned her head to suck the cock, coating it with her saliva. I watched as the cockhead lined up with the asshole I'd deflowered only a couple of weeks ago. The head of his cock began to push slowly into Naomi's rectum. She groaned around the cock she was sucking and tried to move, but he held her hips still and continued skewering her on his dick. Is there anything more beautiful than a tiny asshole being penetrated? 

The hard cock continued its journey into Naomi's asshole, while Jeri repositioned herself underneath. She began to lick Naomi's slit while the cock in her asshole bottomed out. I glanced at her face and thought I saw tears, but that might have been the guy in her mouth gagging her slightly. I never used anyone smaller than 7" unless it was a train movie. 

Jeri licked Naomi's cunt, which was sopping now that her other holes were being used. She was turning into the slut I knew she always was. Assman pulled out and stuffed Jeri's waiting mouth with his dirty cock. She sucked him clean, then lubed him for more ass work. He stabbed his cock into Naomi's asshole with one long thrust and held her against him. From his incoherent mumbling, I knew he was filling her shitter with a big load. Mike lined up for a shot of Naomi's cream pie. After a few seconds of footage, another hard cock filled Naomi's asshole in one lunge. She jerked and I knew he had hurt her a little. She was going to have to learn to relax. 

* * * * * * * * * * 

After the session, Naomi came to my office. Her outfit wasn't as fresh looking and she looked like she'd ridden a bicycle marathon. I paid her without looking up. 

"When can we spend time together?" she asked plaintively. I could imagine her lower lip pouting prettily as she said it. 

I quickly calculated how many days she would need for her asshole to stop stinging. "How about Sunday?" I asked. We'll do a picnic scene. 

"Oh, I love picnics!" Naomi squealed like a little girl. I hoped she loved the picnic the boys and I had planned for her. It was time for my little Naomi to make her first outdoor gangbang movie. 



Naomi Takes A Trio



After the 'double threesome' with Kurt and Julie and Don and Maureen, Naomi and I carried on seeing Kurt and Julie for about three months.

Naomi had the hots for Kurt so she was arranging for us to get together with them all the time until one day she finally tired of Kurt's attitude that he was god's gift to women. I didn't complain when that happened - I was tired of Julie too. She's been hot that first night with me and Maureen but one on one she was a bit cool.

I think we must have swung with them seven or eight times but it's not a foursome with Kurt and Julie that I remember best - it's a Saturday afternoon we had a completely unplanned small scale gangbang with Kurt and Don, the guy from the original six way. 

Naomi and I had arranged to go over to Kurt and Julie's place for some fun in their pool and bedroom but somehow our wires got crossed and we thought it was supposed to be on Saturday while Kurt and Julie thought Sunday.

And when Naomi and I got there, Julie was out and Don was over. He and Kurt were sitting in front of the TV, watching sport and smoking dope. 

We sat down with them, Don rolled another joint and within 15 minutes of arriving, Naomi and I were as buzzed as they were. Before long, Naomi was flirting with Kurt, then necking with him, then on her knees in front of him sucking his cock while Don and I watched.

After a minute of enjoying her expert oral attention, Kurt suggested they go upstairs but before she could say anything, Don raised his voice and said: "Why don't we all go upstairs?"

Naomi looked at the three of us, weighing up the situation in a dopy haze. "What about Julie and Maureen?" she asked at last.

"They won't mind," Kurt assured her; Don nodded in agreement.

She took them eagerly at their word and looked to me for my approval. "Sure," I said, "why not?"

"Ok," she purred and we all went up to Kurt and Julie's bedroom, Naomi leading the way upstairs and sitting down on the edge of the queen-sized bed to take off her shoes.

Kurt and Don started out pretty much the same way as the first time - they were all over her straight away - though at least this time while they were hurriedly undressing she was able to get her shoes off and stand back up to slip her dress off. 

Then Don, his cock already thickening, pulled her down onto the bed, tugging at her bra. Laughing, she struggled back up just long enough to unclip the bra then he shoved her back down and groped hungrily at her ample breasts, burying his face in them and sucking at her nipples.

Kurt stepped in even as Naomi was falling back onto the bed and pulled her white cotton panties off. 

He tossed them aside and forced her legs roughly apart as he dropped to his knees beside the bed and plunged his face between her legs. 

He tongued her broadly for several seconds to get her shaved pussy as wet as possible as quickly as possible then said to Don: "Get her on the bed properly." 

Together they hauled her a little further onto the mattress and Kurt fell on top of her, rudely plunging his already erect cock into her without any further foreplay. "Mmm, yeah..." he groaned and thrust at her half a dozen times.

"She good and wet?" asked Don. 

"Yeah," replied Kurt, "she's always ready." 

I've got to say that Kurt, on top of being in love with himself, was a major hypocrite. I'd watched him doing the strong but sensitive act one on one with Naomi but he was as big a pig as Don when they were in it together.

All the same it didn't stop me at the time. Naomi was into being pigged out on and who was I to argue at that? 

I was only just behind Kurt and Don in getting my gear off and I went round and got on the bed from the other side, kneeling up beside Naomi's head and offering her my cock which she eagerly took between her lips. 

She swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and I felt it growing rapidly, then I pushed the full length into her mouth and she took it all the way with superlative ease as she always did.

I was pretty ripped and the first little while was a blur of the three of us taking turns fucking and spitroasting and groping her, then the really hazy part of the stone passed suddenly like it does sometimes and everything was back in sharp focus although I was still plenty buzzed and getting right into helping Kurt and Don gang bang my girlfriend.

They were rolling and shoving her into a different position every couple of minutes, just as they'd done last time, and talking about her as she wasn't there or telling her to do stuff like she was some cheap whore they'd picked up on the street:

"On your back and spread 'em!"

"Come on, Ni, suck it!"

"Great tits, eh?"

"Fuck, I love her shaved cunt!"

Eagerly sucking whoever's cock was pointed at her mouth and careless of whose rigid member was drilling and thrusting into her oozing pussy, Naomi was loving it. 

The very first group session we'd ever had had been a drunk and stoned threesome with her boss in which she'd been carelessly fisted then spitroasted non-stop for 45 minutes. 

The following day she'd told me the way the two of us had just fucked her like a piece of meat had been a major turn-on.

Now, with three guys banging her, she came twice in quick succession, loud and gutteral, bucking underneath Kurt the first time as Don and I sat back watching for a moment, and the second time from me thrusting at her doggy style and frigging her clit as she sucked Don's cock.

Then Kurt ordered her on top of him and she eagerly got astride, guiding his cock up her sopping cunt.

She rode him willingly, leaning forward to swing her tits in his face. He grabbed one in each hand and squeezed them, sucking on her nipples in turn, making them harden.

Then Don pressed her right down onto Kurt's chest and they started sandwiching her like last time, both their cocks squeezed into her pussy at once.

I didn't think she'd been too impressed by it when they'd taken her like that repeatedly during the six-way with Julie and Maureen. She'd said afterwards she thought she was going burst when they first got in and she'd complained the next day of being sore from it. 

But she didn't complain about doing it again this time, in fact she had a fine time, but not before a brief moment of panic as Don got her into position. 

Pushing down on her back, he forced her flat onto Kurt to get her bum up to the right angle then stood astride Kurt's legs and half squatted behind her.

She felt the head of his cock nose between her arse cheeks and jumped as it hesitated and tickled at the tender puckering of her virgin anus. 

Much to my eternal regret, taking it in her tight brown backdoor was about the only thing Naomi wouldn't do. 

She'd told me that the first time with these two together, she'd thought Kurt, in the over the top position Don was in now, was about to push his cock up her ass but even as she'd drawn breath to tell him not to, he must have felt her twitching away and he'd switched aim and started cramming it into her already occupied cunt instead.

Fearful this time that Don was about to have a go at popping her anal cherry, she tried to squirm aside. "No, don't..." she cried weakly.

"Keep still," Don told her brusquely, "I'm not gonna fuck your ass."

Pressing down on her back with one hand, he took his cock in the other, fiddling around to get the tip lined up and slipping off target a couple of times before finally finding the right spot and pressing forward.

"Ooh, yeah..." he grunted as Naomi's pussy stretched reluctantly wider to accomodate the head of his cock as it forced into her alongside Kurt's big member. 

Naomi moaned, instinctively leaning forward in an attempt to get away from the double invasion but Kurt brought his hands up onto her shoulders and held her in place.

Then Don pushed in and Naomi, completely impaled between them, let out a shocked gasp simultaneously with an appreciative grunt from Kurt, followed by her "owww!" as he began thrusting at her.

Don ignored her and, after a few seconds of him sliding his rigid pole in and out, she was ok. Then the both of them started absolutely pounding her.

I'd gone round to the bottom of the bed to watch by then and it was something to see. 

I sat on the foot of the bed with my cock in hand for over a minute, staring at my girlfriend's cunt stretched taut around the two cocks pumping in and out of her, while Don and Kurt exchanged abrupt ribald comments about what they were doing to her and how good it felt.

At first she was just gasping at their rapacious thrusts but then her gasps turned to low moans and, instead of simply lying sandwiched between them, she began rocking back and forth, adding to the motion.

Naomi was getting ready to cum but before she could get too far, Don suddenly pulled out and she cried out in disappointment: "No, don't stop!"

But it turned out he had to. "Gotta," he gasped, "fuck I'm close..."

Then he turned and looked at me and without a thought I stepped up to the plate.

Kurt held still and held Naomi firmly in place too as, positioning myself over her as Don had done, I started trying to squeeze my cock in her cunt over the top of Kurt's. It wasn't as easy as it looked.

I'd choose a point to go in at but I'd keep slipping off the spot. Plus all of a sudden I got an overwhelming sense of the entire thing being just a bit gay and I found I was almost trying to squeeze in alongside Kurt without actually touching him.

It took me several seconds of poking uselessly about to realise I was going to have to press my cock hard up against his if I was going to get in so I just did it and quickly found the right spot and pushed.

The tip of my cock finally squished in between Kurt's erection and Naomi's taut labia, alongside almost at first but then, as I inched the rest of my length in, it slipped around and over the top.

It certainly felt weird at that moment. Naomi's cunt felt tight and close but still relatively soft across the top side of my cock but, underneath, Kurt's hard rod felt stiff and firm.

Naomi's reaction was one of stoned appreciation: "Oh wow..." then: "Oh, oh, oh!" as I started slowly fucking in and out.

"You ok?" I queried, pausing.

"Yeah... yeah..." she gasped, "keep going!"

I carried on slowly easing my cock in and out of her taut hole.

"Oh, fuck, I'm so full!" she gasped.

I hadn't really considered it until then but Don was a bit of a pencil dick where I'm reasonably well hung and Kurt was very well hung indeed. No wonder she felt full.

Don might have been on the edge a couple of minutes ago but he'd obviously recovered quickly. 

He knelt alongside our Naomi sandwich and turned her head sideways. "Come on, baby," he told her and pushed his cock between her full lips. 

Suddenly my girlfriend was taking three cocks at once and I've got to admit it was one of the horniest things I've even seen or done.

I began thrusting just a little harder and faster.

Naomi started grunting around Don's cock with each of my inward motions, softly at first, just a gasping 'Mm! Mm! Mm!' then Kurt began moving too and her noises grew more gutteral: "Ungh... Ungh.. Ungh!" until she suddenly stiffened and started shuddering rigidly between us. 

She twisted herself away from Don, gasping for air and crying out: "Oh! Oh! Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, fuck! Oh, god! Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!".

With Naomi twisting and humping between us, we both started stabbing wildly at her, falling in and out of rhythm, sometimes thrusting in unison, sometimes one pulling outward as the other went in.

It was real freaky to feel Kurt's cock pistoning in and out of her alongside mine and our balls bouncing against each others, but thank goodness Naomi came quick because it was really obvious why Don had almost cum. 

Double-pumping Naomi like that was like nothing else I'd ever experienced. I was damn near cumming myself just like that.

Naomi let out a dozen or so winded grunts as we thrust at her then lurched into a roiling orgasm and I had to pull out the second she finished and not a moment too soon.

I fell back onto the bed and Don immediately mounted her again. 

Her needs satisfied for a while, it was time for her to get back to banging for the boys. 

Stuffing his cock back in with Kurt's, he thrust savagely at her but pulled out after only half a dozen or so strokes and told Kurt to roll her over. 

Kurt tipped Naomi on her side, keeping his cock thrust deep into her as he did so. Don shoved her knee upwards over Kurt's hip then grabbed her ankle and raised her leg.

Squatting, he positioned himself unsteadily and roughly forced his cock back into my girlfriend's cunt, making her gasp.

"Nnnhhh! Fuck, yeah!" he swore through gritted teeth and started pumping violently at her. 

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" grunted Naomi.

"Yeah, come on!" Don snarled at her, "Is that good, eh? That feel good? You like it hard?"

Then almost as quickly as he'd taken the position, Don pulled out yet again.

"Let me have her," he said to Kurt, "get her on her back."

Kurt obliged, withdrawing and rolling Naomi onto her back. 

To watch them doing her, it might have seemed she was being raped but it was the kind of wild fucking Naomi loved and, as Don climbed on top of her, she spread her legs willingly and grasped his slick penis, guiding it to her glistening cunt.

He plunged his cock into her, making her grunt with satisfaction: "Ooohh! Yeah!"

Kurt and I looked on as Don banged her wildly, squeezing her tits and ramming at her with no subtlety whatsoever.

"You like that? You like that?" grunted Don.

"Yeah! Yeah!" went Naomi, bucking beneath him, her hands on his buttocks pulling him harder to her. "Yeah! Yeah! Ugh! Ughh! Ughhh! Ugggggghhhhh!!"

My girlfriend twisted and turned beneath him, cumming wildly, one of her ample breasts gripped viciously in his right hand, the other bouncing as she heaved and grunted gutterally as she always did when cumming.

But Don held off yet again, gritting his teeth and resisting the urge to loose his load into her, and, when he pulled out, I got on, sliding my throbbing cock between her swollen labia and into her velvety wet pussy where Don had been just 15 seconds earlier.

"Ooh, yes... fuck me darling..." she breathed in my ear as I began shafting her firmly.

We kissed, our tongues probing, then Kurt came alongside her and turned her head and she took him eagerly in her mouth a mere foot away from my face.

For the next 15 minutes or so, the three of us spitroasted Naomi or took turns fucking her one on one as she happily let us roll her about the bed and fill her mouth and cunt with our eager cocks.

Then I found myself on my back with Naomi sucking my cock while Kurt and Don took turns fucking her from behind.

After a few minutes she moved up and got astride me sitting up and started riding my cock, holding her tits in her hands to stop them bouncing too wildly.

Don got up and stood astride me facing Naomi.

"Suck it, baby" he ordered and she did as she was told, cupping his balls in her left hand while keeping her other arm across her chest under her breasts, supporting their swaying weight as she rode my cock and sucked Don's.

For a while he let her suck him at her own pace, just holding her head lightly.

"Fuck but she sucks dick good!" he announced to no one in particular.

Then he suddenly grasped her hair, winding his fingers into her blonde locks, and started fucking her mouth viciously.

All I could see from where I was at that moment was his arse going back and forth so I craned over to one side. He was slamming into her mouth all the way to the root of his cock, going: "Uh! Yeah! Oh fuck!".

Kurt had positioned himself behind her by this stage, juggling her tits from behind. 

The bed was bouncing and, what with the way Don was fucking Naomi's mouth so violently, I thought he was about to cum down her throat. 

But then he suddenly pulled out and told Kurt to get out of the way.

Don quickly moved behind her and, pushing her forward and down onto me, he took her from behind.

I felt the tip of his cock sliding and probing next to mine for a moment then his hard shaft forced up into Naomi's cunt alongside mine. 

There was the incredible, freaky tightness of sharing one woman's pussy with another man's cock then half a dozen big thrusts and Don came.

I heard him grunt: "Fuck! Uhh! Uhhh! Yeah!!!", felt his cock twitching, his thrusts suddenly get spastic and Naomi's cunt was suddenly awash.

It was like all of a sudden a heap of hot lube had been injected in her and the idea of it was freaky to the max but the sensation was incredible, all tight and hot and squeezy and sloppy.

Naomi and I were literally nose to nose and she was wide eyed and open-mouthed, gasping 'ahh! ahh! ahh!' in my face as Don spasmed, spurted and thrust into her.

I couldn't help it, I just gasped: "Oh, Ni!" and came spontaneously, lurching beneath her and erupting a series of huge spasming spurts of cum into her full, wet cunt.

She arched back, the better to watch me cumming. 

There was an inane, stoned grin of lust on her lips and I could feel her breath on my face as she panted: "Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" at the wild double thrusting into her cunt.

Fuck, she felt sloppy when Don pulled out immediately after cumming, then before either of us could move Kurt stepped in and slipped his cock into Naomi over the top of mine.

"Ooh, god... yeah!" she moaned as his cock squeezed in, "oh, oh!"

I was pinned underneath my girlfriend, her breasts pressed bulgingly flat against my chest, as she was sandwiched between us, her cunt leaking a double helping of semen around our cocks. 

I jerked and twitched involuntarily at the feeling of Kurt's hard penis sliding in and out next to my climax sensitised member, with Naomi on top of me going 'oh! oh! oh!'.

"Yeah!" called Don to Kurt from off to one side, "Fuck her! Fuck her!"

"Uhh! Uhh!" grunted Kurt, thrusting hard and deep into her.

Then in less than a minute, he suddenly rammed hard up her and shot his load too.

His cock was spasming and jumping and Naomi's cunt was flooded, it was like going slops on overdrive. 

After he pulled out and I slipped out of her now totally loose, completely cum-filled cunt, semen gushed out of her, splashing onto my thighs and soaking the bedsheets.

Naomi collaped onto the bed beside me, breathless. I think maybe she'd have cum again given another couple of minutes of Kurt shafting her, but now she was spent.

The remains of three loads of cum oozed from her swollen and abused pussy as she lay there, suddenly looking more dazed than horny.

After a moment, she rolled off the bed and staggered into the bathroom, the insides of her thighs wet with semen.

"That was fucking great," laughed Don, "we should do that more often!"

I heard the shower start running and followed Naomi in there to get cleaned up too.

Fifteen minutes later we were heading for home.

We never did do a threesome again with Don and Kurt though we had a couple more foursomes with Kurt and Julie before finally parting ways with them.



Naomi



I almost tripped as I continued to backtrack behind Naomi, as I couldn't see a fallen branch from a tree above us on the grass.

"Come on, leave them. The shotgun won't hit them!" Naomi was screaming behind me in the distance, trying to convince me that I was wasting ammo on these Walkers.

I knew she was right, I was just wasting ammo on these Walkers at this distance. By the time the Walkers reached me, I would be out of bullets and dead meat.

I span around and faced Naomi who was in the distance, calling for me.

I ran at speed towards her, gripping the shotgun in hand.

The moaning, god the fucking incessant moaning was getting louder behind us.

There must have been over a dozen of the Walkers invading the house, we were just inside.

"Where do we go?" Naomi shouted, as I closed in on her position.

I was breathing hard as I ran, my lungs were on fire.

I grunted, trying my best to keep hold of the shotgun and the bag on my back at the same time.

"Head for the highway, we can lose them with the fencing separating it!" I roared out, my throat was on fire, as if I drank a bottle of bleach.

Naomi nodded, and began to run for the fence that separated the properties from the highway running alongside it.

We finally made it, I turned to look behind us and in the far distance the Walkers were slowly making progress following behind us.

"Over the fence, move your ass!" I shouted as she began to climb, I pushed on her ass to urge her over it.

"I'm moving as fast as I can." She grunted back at me in response, but she was soon over the fence landing on her feet.

I threw the bag at her, and she caught it as I threw myself onto the fence myself, and swung my legs over before dropping onto my feet as well.

"Keep moving, the fence will hinder them but it won't fucking stop them." I said in a lower tone, maybe because the threat behind us was a distance away now.

We began a slow march up the highway, we weren't running but we certainly not walking either.

It was a march at a jogging speed.

An hour must have passed, and we were now walking since about thirty minutes before, we decided we could slow to a walking pace.

"We need somewhere to rest." Naomi gasped out of breath, exhausted.

I was breathing hard, my eyes stung from the sweat dripping from my forehead.

The sun was out, and it was beating down on us like hell.

Amazing what can happen in just an hour.

"Where? If you can see something I can't be my guest and let me know." I gasped.

Naomi was breathing hard.

"Why do you have to be such an asshole?" She asked.

I was stunned by the question, how on earth was I being an asshole at that moment in time?

"Well because we've just been chased on our fucking feet out of a safe house, which we could have stayed in for even longer had you not fucking informed our guests that we were inside." I said angrily.

"Fuck you." She spat back at me, turning her back to me.

"Right back at you Hun, I knew you were a fucking liability taking you with me. I should have left you the handgun I gave you, and moved on." I sighed.

I didn't mean it, I was just angry.

I was venting my anger out, and sadly it was on Naomi.

Either way eventually the Walkers would have figured out we were in the house, without Naomi's unknown help.

"Then leave me now, fuck off. You don't want to travel with me, then just leave." She said over her shoulder, and I could tell from her voice she was upset.

I sighed hard, I didn't want to leave her on my own.

"Well we're stuck with each other, I need you as much as you need me sadly. We need each other." I said with a labored grunt.

"It don't mean I got to listen to that shit you just said." Naomi grunted in response, still with her back to me.

She wasn't in the mood to talk, I had pushed her too far.

"Look we got to keep moving, we only have a few hours of daylight before those things are back out in droves searching for food." I said trying to refocus the situation.

She sighed, and turned back to me and she was putting a brave face on, since I upset her.

"We keep following the highway, maybe we will come across a town, or an abandoned vehicle." I said hoping.

Naomi said nothing, and as I began to walk ahead of her along the highway she followed me in silence.

About an hour passed once more, the sun exchanged positions from beating down on us ahead, to behind us casting our shadows on the road.

We came upon a small town, we passed the sign naming the town but I wasn't in the mood to read it. 

All I cared about was supplies, and shelter we could find here.

But I think it read as NOBLES-VILLE, or something similar.

We entered the town, and soon found ourselves at the town center.

The place was desolate, cars were abandoned, some burnt out.

The town center looked like a war zone, literally.

There was clear damage caused by bullets, and explosives evident everywhere.

Pock marks peppered the walls of the town hall, and the walls of the storefronts were burnt out, and bullet holes all over the place.

I had my shotgun in hand, a fresh cartridge in the barrel and ready for an ambush.

"This place looks like it's seem some action." Naomi said observing the area herself.

I could see some Sheriff vehicles damaged, but positioned as barricades at the front of the town hall.

"They tried to hold a defense around the town hall, looks like the Walkers broke through in the end. 

"There aren't any bodies, why?" She asked me as she followed.

I noticed that too, scanning the area I held my gun up towards the dark doorways, and storefronts.

"Stay in the center of the road, do not move towards the storefront or the town hall." I said slowly, as if my words would wake the dead.

"They're not dead are they? They've been turned." Naomi asked, but then answered her own question.

"Uh huh, which means they could be hiding and waiting inside any of the storefronts or doorways." I said slowly once again.

Naomi shuddered, I could see it and hear her ragged breathing.

"Relax, we're in the center of the street. If we have to, we'll retreat to the Sheriff cars or to the town hall itself." I said trying to calm her, yet keep myself focused as I kept my shotgun trained in all directions searching for a threat.

Naomi was doing the same with her handgun that I had given her, the 9mm Beretta.

She held it up with one hand, and kept the other pressed up against the butt of the handle for stability.

She may not have been experienced, but she was willing to adapt to the situation given to us.

What we were prepared for never came, because what we didn't expect came instead.

A gun cocked.

Then another gun cocked soon after.

I went silent, and stopped moving.

"What is it?" Naomi asked afraid, I don't think she heard the guns cocking and hadn't registered what it meant for us.

"Don't move." I said slowly.

"Why?" Naomi asked, god she was so oblivious to the threat.

"It's not Walkers, it's guns that are trained on us right now. Lower your gun, like me." I said to her calmly, and slowly lowered my shotgun.

Naomi slowly did the same.

There was silence, I did my best searching the area with my eyes looking for something out of place, a sign that someone was watching us.

"Put the guns down, now!" A loud voice called out, it sounded as if it was through a loud speaker.

I slowly did the same, I couldn't see who was behind the voice but whoever it was had guns trained on us.

If we tried to run, they would gun us down.

"Do it." I said to Naomi, and we both put out guns down on the tarmac of the street.

"Now what?" Naomi asked, shaking.

"We wait and see who's calling the shots in this town." I said simply.

And we would indeed discover who called the shots in this town, and it would change me and Naomi forever.

*

Any and all feedback is appreciated, any ideas for the next installment I will read and incorporate into this series. I know this is quite a change from my usual stories that I write, but I assure you there is romance here. Hope you enjoyed it. Thank you. 



Naomi's Big Bang



This is what happened when Naomi and I got involved with a couple whose thing was gang bangs. Except we didn't know that until they suddenly sprung one on us one night.

Their names were Brad and Lynette, they were in their late 30s and we first met them at our regular swingers' party.

Naomi and I went with them four times. The first time was at the party, then twice at our place, then the last time - the gang bang - was at their place. 

It all happened over the space of about six or seven weeks. 

----- AT THE PARTY -----

The first time with Brad and Lynette was a foursome in one of the bedrooms at the party and for the most part it was a pretty straight swap, just fucking side by side on the mattress, except that halfway through the girls started touching each other's tits, although that only lasted a minute or so, and at the end Brad jerked off over Naomi's tits. 

Brad was a wiry sort of guy, not that tall and not physically one of Naomi's usual types but he had the cocky 'take charge' self-assurance that used to appeal to her. 

Lynette was a little taller than him and a bigger gal, not overweight per se, just big-boned and heavily stacked with huge tits that were ok when she was upright but flopped either side of her chest when she was on her back. 

She wasn't really my physical type either - I preferred tall and slim or petite and slim - but I wasn't complaining. It was all swings and roundabouts - just a few weeks earlier I'd fucked a gorgeous 22 year old model during a one-off foursome (a story in itself...).

And Lynette more than made up for not being 22 and gorgeous by being 'ordinary wife next door' attractive anyway - and being very good in bed. 

She gave head without being asked, liked varying positions, fucked enthusiastically and came real easy.

She also talked a bit while I was doing her. It was just stuff like 'Ooh, that feels good!' and 'Fuck me!' but even that was more than you got out of some.

And the fact that she instigated a bit of tit fondling with Naomi was a nice bonus.

I can't for the life of me remember what Naomi had to say about Brad after that first time but what she thought of him turned out in the end to come second to what she thought of Lynette. 

After a party session, Naomi and I would often dress straight away and take a shower only when we got home but, with Brad's cum all sticky on her tits, that night Naomi wanted to clean up before we left.

I must say it surprised me a bit that he'd chosen to take himself in hand and jerk off over her - I found many first encounter foursomes were pretty much straight fucking that ended with a cunt full of cum for both women.

But, anyway, that's what he did, taking himself right to the edge in my girlfriend's shaved pussy then suddenly pulling out, scooting up beside her and wanking a huge load of cum over her ample breasts.

Naomi certainly enjoyed it - she loved being cum on and having it on her skin, in fact she would regularly paw my cum out of her pussy and wipe it across her belly and breasts. And she made it worth Brad's while that evening by smearing his copious ejaculate far and wide across her breasts in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Then a few minutes later as we were getting up, Naomi decided she'd shower before dressing and Lynette said she'd go with her and they ended up disappearing into the bathroom for 20 minutes or so, not that Brad and I really noticed the time cos we'd gone back to the bar.

And when the women reappeared, they were swapping phone numbers and talking about getting together next weekend.

What I didn't find out until after that next weekend was that, once in the bathroom, Lynette had got into the shower with Naomi and offered to soap her breasts and, one thing leading to another, they'd had a little stand-up mutual masturbation session notable for three things - it was Naomi's first solo girl on girl action rather than part of a group session, it was the first time Naomi had made another woman cum and it was the first time another woman had made Naomi cum.

But she was still keeping the news of that red letter day to herself when we went out for drinks with Brad and Lynette the next Saturday night then went back to our place and had a pretty full-on session with them.

----- THE SECOND TIME -----

We started in the living room, all sort of half-dressed from just getting straight into it as soon as we came through the door. Naomi had been in the back seat of our car with Brad on the way home, knickers off so he could grope her while she sucked his cock. Up front, I had one hand on the steering wheel and the other between Lynette's legs, stroking her pussy through her knickers and feeling the gusset getting wet while she squeezed the bulge in the front of my pants.

Indoors, I immediately lifted Lynette's skirt up around her waist and sat her on the sofa with her arse hanging off the edge of the cushions. Dropping my pants and kneeling on the floor between her legs, I pulled her knickers off and plunged my cock into her, fucking her vigorously and pawing her breasts through her clothing. 

Brad sat on a lounge chair opposite with his pants down and let Naomi suck his cock again for a few minutes then he told her 'Come up here' and she raised her dress up round her waist and straddled him face to face, lowering her wet pussy down onto his rigid member.

I unbuttoned Lynette's blouse and started groping her tits through her satin and lace bra. I was going to leave it on her - like I said, I liked her better that way - but she sat forward to shrug off her open blouse and unhitched the bra, letting her huge breasts swing free momentarily then cupped them in her hands, lifting and offering them to me. 

"Suck my nipples," she moaned, "make them hard..."

I buried my face in her breasts and sucked on the big pink tips, feeling them grow hard between my lips. "Ooh yeah..." she moaned, sinking back into the sofa.

Behind me I could hear my girlfriend cumming already as she rode Brad's cock and I looked back over my shoulder to watch. 

Naomi had her back to me, squatting over Brad in the chair, her arms round his neck to help rapidly raise herself almost completely off his cock then plunge back down with a grunted "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" 

Brad was holding onto her arse cheeks, pulling them apart as he helped her lift off each time and I could see his cock, shiny with her juices, standing there like a pole going in and out of my girlfriend's cunt, the back stretched white round his hard flesh as she slid up and down, and her nut brown asshole winking in time with her up and down motion.

"Oh yeah! Oh fuck! Oh yeah!" she cried, "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhh!!!" I watched my girlfriend cum wildly, grinding herself onto the other man's cock, throwing her head back and spasming wildly, grunting gutterally.

As soon as she'd finished, collapsing momentarily against his shoulder, he stood Naomi up, undressed her completely as she swayed unsteadily then sat her on the sofa next to Lynette, shoving her over so she was pressed alongside his wife. 

Spreading her legs, he kneeled and took her the same way I was doing Lynette. Naomi, who was pretty pissed and still perhaps dazed from her huge orgasm, lolled back with her eyes closed, her head falling on Lynette's shoulder.

Brad watched his cock sliding in and out of my girlfriend for a moment before turning to me and commenting: "I love her shaved snatch, mate, looks fucking hot!" 

I wasn't surprised at his comment - shaved pussy wasn't exactly common back in the '80s, not like now.

"How'd you get her to do it?" he asked

"I just asked," I replied.

"Well it looks great," he said then looked at Lynette: "Whaddaya reckon, Lynnie, shave your pussy too?"

Lynette smiled but didn't say anything. 

Brad ignored her lack of reply and returned to talking to me. "I like doing 'em side by side, get a good view of both of 'em," he said.

"It was a pretty good view a minute ago," I said.

"I'll bet. You like watching her being fucked?"

"Yeah, I'll say."

"So do I," he said, referring to me doing Lynette. 

He reached out and squeezed one of his wife's breasts so hard she squirmed.

"What are you waiting for, Lynnie?" he said.

Lynette turned her face to Naomi and slipped her arm round her. Naomi looked up at the other woman and let her close in a kiss. 

Lynette started fondling my girlfriend's breasts and Naomi began running her hands over Lynette's breasts in return.

Their kissing got pretty passionate as Lynette progressed to rubbing my girlfriend's clit.

Brad and I continued fucking the two women from our kneeling positions on the floor and Naomi started lifting her hips to meet his inward thrusts into her body and the growing urge in her massaged clit.

After a minute, Naomi came and so did I - there was no way I could hold off while watching that at the same time as sliding my cock in and out of Lynette's wet pussy and when Naomi started cumming I just lost it and shot my load into Lynette's hairy twat.


After that we decided to move it to the bedroom and I can remember clear as a bell watching Lynette walk down the hallway to the bedroom in front of me with cum running down the inside of her legs and glistening wet between her arse cheeks where it had dribbled back between them when I pulled out her on the sofa.

As soon as we got in the bedroom, Brad got on top of Naomi and started fucking her and Lynette joined in, laying alongside and kissing and groping the both of them.

I moved in behind Lynette, rubbing against her and groping her tits while watching the action.

When Brad came inside Naomi a minute later and rolled off her onto the far side of the bed, Lynette immediately threw her arms round Naomi and started kissing her again. 

Brad and I fell back a bit and enjoyed the show for maybe four or five minutes as the girls got into a major lesbian snog, hands everywhere and tongues down each other's throats. 

At one point, Lynette, after fingering Naomi's cum-soaked pussy, pawed a handful of semen across her breasts and sucked at her nipples while Naomi tried unsuccessfully to masturbate her. 

But mostly what they did that night was simply kissing and running their hands over each other. 

Then they broke out of their clinch and Lynette went down on my swiftly rehardening cock, very quickly eliciting a fresh full hard-on. 

I lay there lazily and let her suck me off while Brad and Naomi watched.

Naomi lay on her side barely 18 inches away while Brad propped himself up behind her, sliding his semi-erect cock between her buttocks and fondling her breasts.

I remember the look of lustful fascination in Naomi's eyes as she saw the signs that signalled I was about to cum and she watched intently as I lurched and thrust and ejaculated into Lynette's mouth while Brad called: "Yeah! Swallow the lot, Lynnie, swallow it!" and she did, making me jerk and twitch.

In response, Naomi rolled over and took Brad in her mouth to repeat the show for me and Lynette. She deep throated him with her usual inordinate ease and swallowed the lot without spilling a drop as he grunted and bucked into her mouth.

It was cold out that night and Naomi loaned Lynette a sweater to go home in. I only mention that because they used returning it to us as an excuse to drop by a few days later in the middle of the week.

But after they left that particular night, I mentioned how big a turn-on it had been to watch Naomi really going for it with Lynette and how enthusiastic Naomi had been. 

She was uncharacteristically embarrassed and reluctant to talk about it, but after a minute, she confessed the lesbian shower scene of the weekend before and told me she hadn't mentioned it because she thought I'd be jealous. Au contraire.

----- THE THIRD TIME -----

When Brad and Lynette turned up vitually unannounced the next Wednesday or Thursday night on the pretext they were in the area and wanted to drop off Naomi's jumper, the situation was fully charged.

The excuse of the sweater was dropped in less than a minute and another minute after that we were all naked in the bedroom.

It started off pretty straight, just fucking side by side. Lynette came quickly and pretty soon I was real close to cumming too. "Come up here and do it between my tits", she said, so I did.

She might have been a bit big for my taste but she gave me the best tit fuck I ever had. When she lay back and pushed her boobs together, my cock was completely enveloped in soft squishy flesh and I started pumping and she was going 'yeah, yeah, cum on me, cum on me!'. 

Brad stopped doing my girlfriend long enough to watch me shoot a huge load of cum between his wife's voluminous breasts then, as Lynette lay there massaging my semen all over her tits and throat, he recommenced fucking Naomi so vigorously she was gasping for breath with each thrust until he exploded inside her shaved slit, gritting his teeth and crying: "Fuck, yeah! Oh fuck you! Fuck!" 

For a while after that, the four of us lay there talking before Naomi made a comment about lying in a wet patch and Lynette laughed. 

"Feel how sticky my tits are with his cum," she said and Naomi ran her hands across them through the tacky semen that was drying rapidly on her flesh. 

"How does it taste?" Lynette asked her and Naomi started kissing and licking Lynette's tits and sucking at her big nipples, going 'yum yum'.

I got Naomi's vibrator from the bedside drawer and gave it to them and for a while they took turns doing each other with it, laughing and playing it up for their eager audience of two.

Then Lynette got over Naomi in a 69 and started licking her clit while fucking her with the toy and they got hot, heavy and serious again. 

Naomi started getting worked up and suddenly had an explosive orgasm, her grunts and moans muffled by pressing her mouth against Lynette's pouting vagina in a wild open-mouthed kiss. 

As the women continued after that, instead of just watching, Brad and I got into them both at the same time. 

After that it was just one big foursome, stuff like fucking them while they 69'ed each other or me fucking Lynette while both she and Naomi sucked and licked Brad's cock.

Soon Naomi found herself lying back with her head on a pillow while Lynette licked her out and Brad and I positioned ourselves either side at the top of the bed so she could turn from side to side and swap between sucking our cocks. 

Then she decided she wanted us both in her mouth at once and pulled us both right over her and pressed our cocks together and stuffed both the heads into her mouth at once. 

It felt kinda weird being so intimately close to another guy but rubbing cocks wasn't new to me - I'd DP'd Naomi in the cunt with two other guys several months earlier.

Naomi was determined to have us both pump her mouth but the position we were all in was pretty awkward so we got her off the bed and kneeling on the floor and we stood in front of her and went again. 

We couldn't exactly slide in and out but she kept cramming the heads in then letting go and allowing us to push in as far as we could until she couldn't handle anymore, wanting to see just how full of two cocks at once she could make her mouth be.

At one point, she managed the both of us halfway in, her head tipped back with both of us holding her and pressing slowly deeper and deeper. Her eyes were bulging wide open but, with our hips bumping and her teeth starting to dig in, we couldn't go any further even though Naomi wanted to, as if to prove a point. 

Lynette was kneeling behind her helping hold her up too until Naomi had to stop cos her jaw was hurting, so Brad said: "Lynnie's turn."

Lynette tried hard but her mouth was smaller and she couldn't manage as much as Naomi so we switched to spitroasting her on the floor while Naomi went to the bathroom. 

While she was gone, I got a bit of a surprise. We had Lynette on her hands and knees, me kneeling at her head with my cock in her mouth and Brad doggy fucking her. He had her arse cheeks pulled wide apart and kept ramming into her pussy, giving her several hard thrusts then pulling out, did it three or four times. 

Each time he pulled out, he'd wipe the head of his cock up and down between her arse cheeks a couple of times then plunge back into her cunt.

Then suddenly, as he prepared to ram back into her for the fourth or fifth time, he went high, nosed his cock against his wife's pink asshole and thrust.

She let out a muffled cry around my cock in her mouth, falling forward against me, filling her mouth even more as her husband's hard member, lubricated only by her cunt juices, shoved savagely into her anus.

I saw half his length go up her bum on that very first thrust, then he grabbed her hips, pulled back a little then rammed again and his entire shaft disappeared into her back hole.

Lynette was trying to scream but all that was coming out of her cock-full mouth was a high pitched whine as he brutally slammed her virtually dry ass three or four times.

Then he pulled out and immediately slipped his cock back into her cunt and looked up at me and grinned.

I pulled out of her mouth and she dropped her head, gasping and moaning: "Uhhhhh...." 

But a second later, with her husband fucking her roughly in the cunt from behind, she simply raised her head again and grabbed my cock, stuffing it back into her mouth and carrying on as if she hadn't just been ripped in the ass.

I couldn't quite believe it, it was just so sudden and vicious and over so quickly.

Then Naomi returned from the bathroom, unaware of what I'd just been party to, and we all got back on the bed and had one big group fuck, trying as many different positions as we could, spitroasting the girls and watching them go with each other. 

In the end though, it finished pretty much as it began, fucking missionary position side by side on the bed with Lynette cumming breathlessly then urging me on to shoot my second load into her - "Cum in me! Cum in me! Fill my pussy with your cum!" she cried - while Brad shuddered his second shot into a Naomi who was by then cummed out.

----- THE GANGBANG -----

Lynette phoned up a few days later and invited us to a party at their place. We thought it was going to be a small-scale couples' party but it turned out to be something else entirely. 

Lynette had said it was going to be maybe half a dozen couples but when we got there she and Brad were sitting around drinking with three guys. It turned out the party was going to be a gangbang.

Lynette said the planned party had fallen through but if we stuck around they were going to have some fun anyway.

"Like what?" asked Naomi.

Lynette smiled at her. "You and me and five guys."

We could have no - probably should have done, actually - but I looked at Naomi, she looked at me and we both just went 'Ok'.

Who knows if we mightn't have been better off just leaving? Brad's buddies were completely unknown to us and a couple of them were a bit rough looking, plus Naomi was also a little annoyed at Lynette for lying about the nature of the party.

"I wouldn't mind if she'd been straight about it when she invited us," she whispered to me.

"So would you have accepted if she'd told you on the phone it was going to be you and her and five guys?" I whispered back

"Probably," she grinned.

There was a tension in the air as we poured ourselves a drink and sat down. It was at once scary and intensely exciting. One look at Naomi told me she was nervous but turned on to the max with anticipation. No wonder - our very first group encounter was a chance threesome with me and her boss Bob (Naomi's First Threesome) and she'd said afterwards what really turned her on about it was getting out of control and having Bob and me fuck and grope her like a piece of meat. And only few months ago she'd taken two other guys and me in a small scale gangbang and loved it. I wrote about that in Naomi Takes A Trio. 




Naomi's Big Bang



But the difference in both those cases was we'd known the guys involved for some time before, Bob, obviously, from her working with him, and the other two we'd first encountered with their wives at a party. In fact, on that occasion, we'd not so much had a group of six as two threesomes side by side as they'd fucked Naomi while I fucked their wives. I wrote about that one in Sex For Six.

This time with Lynette and Brad's unknown buddies was completely different. We decided afterwards we wouldn't risk a gangbang again unless we'd known everyone involved for a while beforehand - but we both admitted it was a major turn on.

Anyway, it's all many years ago now and the fact is I honestly can't remember the names of the other guys. One of them might have been called Mick or Mike. I don't know. It was the first and last time we met any of them.

Brad and Lynette had an old house in the suburbs with a rumpus room and that's where it happened.

There were a couple of sofas against the walls and a reclining leather armchair, a stereo with rock music playing and a TV and video with the sound turned down and a porn movie playing.

We were introduced and had a couple of drinks.

For a while, it was just sitting watching the porn video though the guys seeming more interested in discussing a recent football game.

Lynette was sitting on one of the sofas between two of the guys and suddenly one of them, a balding guy in his late 40s, turned to her and started kissing her and groping her tits. 

Then the other, who might have been 35 or so, started on her too; he pulled her skirt up and slipped his hand in her knickers, feeling her up.

Lynette looked at us on the other sofa and laughed: "Eager all of a sudden, aren't they?". She started groping at the front of both of their pants as she necked with the one and let the other touch her. 

Brad stood up from the armchair at that point and dropped his trousers to reveal an almost fully-erect cock which he pulled at to bring to full hardness as he kneeled down in front of his wife. 

Then he pulled her knickers off, edged up between her legs as I had taken her on the edge of the sofa at our place, and started fucking her hairy pussy while the two either side pulled her top and bra off.

Naomi and I were sitting with the other guy and we all watched Lynette being fucked by her husband while the other two groped her tits.

Eventually, the guy with us, who appeared to be in his early 30s, turned to Naomi and said 'What about you then?'.

Naomi said 'Ok' and kissed him and he immediately began pawing her breasts.

"Mmm, nice tits..." he commented and pulled her top up, groping at them through her bra.

I helped him remove my girlfriend's top and bra and slipped my hand up her skirt. She wasn't wearing knickers and she let her legs fall open to allow me to stroke her bare pussy which was hot and damp, with labia beginning to swell and part.

Her hand felt in my lap and she groped at my stiffening cock through my pants while early-30s sucked at her tits. Pretty soon he had his cock out and she was kneeling on the floor with her face down in his lap so I got behind her, lifted her skirt and dropped my jeans and started fucking her doggy style.

The others had Lynette completely naked by this stage. With Brad still fucking her from the floor, her upper body was slumped sideways and her head was in Bald Guy's lap. He sat there with his trousers round his ankles, Lynette making slurping noises round his fat cock, while Mid-30s pawed her tits from the other side but both were paying only perfunctory attention to Lynette, instead intent on watching Naomi being spitroasted between me and their younger associate.

Then Brad looked over at us too and said to me 'Swap you' and he came over and took over doing Naomi from behind.

I crossed over to Lynette, divesting myself completely of my jeans and underwear as I went, and took the spot vacated by Brad. Lynette's pussy was running wet with her juices, she was turned on to the max, and she moaned as I slipped my rigid cock into her and started fucking her steadily from my knees.

I only got to do her like that for a couple of minutes before Mid-30s, tiring of just playing with her tits, wanted a go, so I gave way. He stood up and stripped off his clothes, revealing a long thin cock that he drilled into Lynette from the same kneeling position I'd been in.

I took his spot on the sofa beside Lynette, stroking her huge breasts, weighing them in my hands and teasing her nipples to hardness as I looked from her taking cock at both ends to my girlfriend doing the same.

Naomi was still kneeling on the floor with Brad fucking her doggy style and her face in Early-30s' lap but Brad's thrusting at her was making it impossible for her to keep the other's penis in her mouth. He was holding his rigid member up to her but she could only lick haphazardly at it as it rubbed and bumped across her face.

As I watched, she went from simply recieving Brad's inward thrusts to pushing back to meet them, her grunted "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" adding to the sound of Brad's groin slapping against her buttocks. My girlfriend was about to cum and on our sofa everyone stopped what they were doing to watch her.

"Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Naomi continued for a little more then she cried out loudly and pushed back hard, grinding herself onto Brad's pumping cock.

"Ughhhhhhhh!! Ughhhhhhhhh!!" she cried, her head tilted back, eyes screwed shut and mouth wide as she shuddered and spasmed in an orgasm that lasted several seconds. As it subsided, Naomi, cheeks flushed, opened her eyes, saw Early-30s' cock in front of her and plunged her lips over it, taking it to the hilt in her mouth.

"Hooo-ee!" hooted Mid-30s approvingly. I noticed all the guys had wide grins. "She cums big!" noted Bald Guy.

Behind Naomi, Brad held her hips tightly as he pumped in and out of her and it was obvious he was going to cum too, starting to pant and picking up speed before suddenly stiffening and ramming deep into her, causing her to lose her mouthful of cock yet again. 

Brad let out a series of gutteral grunts, his body jerking as his semen erupted into my girlfriend's body and she squirmed against him, urging him on with a 'Yeah! Oh yeah!' before her mouth was stopped again by the stabbing head of Early-30s' cock.

Brad groaned as he withdrew and wiped his glistening cock between Naomi's buttocks at which Bald Guy, who had his cock in Lynette's mouth, said casually: "I think I might go and give your girlfriend a go now" and he turned Lynette over to me.

She cast a glance of passing interest over at her husband and Naomi, him now squatting back on his haunches, getting his breath back as his cum dripped from my girlfriend's cunt onto the carpet below. Then Lynette fell to my side of the sofa, closed her lips around my cock and continued enjoying the double sensation of one in her cunt and another in her mouth.

Brad sat on the armchair as Bald Guy shed his clothes. Naomi looked up at the man who would be next to fuck her. "On your back," he instructed her brusquely.

She backed up into the middle of the floor, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs from him to kneel between. "Hey, she's got a shaved snatch!" he announced generally to the rest of the room. "You're a horny little bitch, aren't you?" he suggested with a lascivious grin, pulling her cum-slicked labia wide with the fingers of both hands and feasting his eyes on her hairless pussy. 

He guided the head of his cock into my girlfriend's cunt and, still kneeling up, thrust into her several times, enjoying the unhindered view of her erotically naked mound and his erection slipping between her bare lips. Then he lowered himself onto her and started fucking her, slow and deep.

I kind of lost track of what was happening to Naomi for a little while after that because me and Mid-30s got real busy doing Lynette, getting her fully up onto the sofa and swapping ends a couple of times as we continued spitroasting her.

Lynette was enjoying herself and she was fairly vocal when her mouth wasn't accomodating a stiff penis. 

"Oh god, that's good," she moaned as I shafted her steadily and when I added a not exactly subtle rubbing of her clitoris the breath began catching in her throat and she came with a series of low, shuddering whines.

"Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah!" she grunted a few minutes later as mid-30s pumped her rapidly and everyone else stopped to watch as this time she gasped and screamed her orgasm.

Then Lynette started giving me serious head, pumping my shaft with her right hand, bobbing down on the bulging head, and I just let go and blew in her mouth with a breathless gasp of "Ohh!" 

Lynette drove her lips all the way down my shaft at the first eruption from my jerking cock, allowing my jetting cum to spurt straight down her throat - the first couple of shots anyway - then she drew back up to let the head twitch and thrust between her lips and catch the final spurts in her mouth, letting the thick cum ooze back out down my bulging shaft as she held me there, going 'Mmm, mmm!' around it.

Mid-30s watched avidly as Lynette finished sucking the last drop of cum from me. At last she let my cock slip from her mouth and grinned up at me, her lips and chin wet with my semen, and Mid-30s immediately withdrew from her pussy and dragged her by the arm to him, winding his fingers into her hair and forcing her head down.

He fucked her mouth roughly for about 30 seconds before grunting loudly and ejaculating between her lips, holding her head so she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. 

I watched her throat working to swallow what she could of his jetting semen but before he finished she hitched and started gagging. He paid no heed, however, holding her head down until he was satisfied then, finished with her, he let go of her hair and Lynette bobbed up like a cork, falling back half on and half off the sofa, coughing up saliva and semen. A thick string of it dripped off her chin onto her large breasts and, recovering her breath, she smeared at it absently then drew the back of her hand across her mouth, swallowing thickly.

Mid-30s sat back on the opposite end of the sofa from me and, with Lynette settling between us, we watched for several minutes as Naomi, her skirt still gathered round her waist, was subjected to the ongoing sexual attentions of the three other men.

Early 30s, who'd been first in Naomi's mouth, was now naked on top of her in the middle of the carpet, steadily humping her, in out, in out, in out. 

Bald Guy was kneeling alongside her, holding her head turned sideways and fucking her mouth while she cupped his balls in her hand, while Brad was sitting on the armchair, drink in one hand, stroking his cock in the other to maintain his erection and watching the action before him like a general surveying a battle.

We all watched for a minute or so as the two men steadily spitroasted my horny 24 year old girlfriend, then Brad said: "Get her on top so we can both have a go at her mouth."

Early-30s got off her and lay on his back, drawing Naomi over him. She glanced at me, her expression vague, as she straddled his hips and took his thick cock in her hand, guiding the tip between her cunt lips and sliding down onto him, making him groan.

He reached up, groping at her full breasts as she began to ride him. "Yeah, baby..." he moaned, "oh yeah..."

Then Brad and Bald Guy stepped in on either side, Brad being the first to turn her head to him and push his semi-erection between her lips. He fucked her mouth from his standing position for half a minute or so then pulled out and Naomi turned to eagerly take the other guy in her mouth.

After a minute, Brad pulled Naomi's head back, making her lean back in her 'saddle' on top of the man below.

"She's got a nice big mouth, she can take us both," he told Bald Guy and, from their respective sides, with her head held back, they both leaned in and manoeuvred and angled to squeeze at least the heads of both their cocks into my girlfriend's mouth at the same time, laughing as they did so. 

The game only lasted a short time, Naomi being less enthusiastic about it this time than she'd been at home with me and Brad, so they went back to taking turns in her mouth, one fucking between her lips while the other wiped or swiped his cock against her cheek and through her dark blonde hair.

Ultimately, though, the guy on the bottom got fed up with being pinned under Naomi while the other two played around.

"Fuck off out the way!" he finally told them and, laughing, they stepped back.

"Get on your back again," he ordered Naomi and she did as she was told, letting him get between her legs and thrust into her.

He fucked my girlfriend steadily for a minute then, as we all looked on, he came in her, his orgasm heralded by only a single grunted 'Uh!' and a larger than previous thrust into her cunt. 

His buttocks clenched tight and with each subsequent thrust of his hips I knew he was bathing my girlfriend's cervix with even more hot cum. Was it the second or third time her vagina had been a willing recepticle for spurting semen in the past 30 minutes? I realised I was unsure if Bald Guy had cum while I was concentrating on Lynette.

I stole a glance at him standing there watching his younger buddy pump his last into Naomi and thought his cock looked too hard for him to have spent his load already. Besides, he'd looked pretty stiff working her mouth with Brad just a few minutes earlier.

Then he removed all doubt as Early-30s got off Naomi and Bald Guy immediately took his place, plunging his cock into her cum-filled pussy. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and squeezed her breasts as he lay carelessly on top of her, fucking her hard and fast.

"He likes going slops," Mid-30s commented to me, "doesn't he, Lyn?"

"Mmm, yeah," she replied, not looking away from Bald Guy on top of Naomi.

A minute later he too was pumping his cum into my girlfriend's cunt then he pulled out and held her knees wide to watch his semen dribbling from between her protruding labia.

"Dirty bitch!" he said with a grin, "that shaved slit of yours looks fucking hot full of cum!"

He glanced round and slumped back near the sofa Mid-30s, Lynette and I were on, finding his beer where he'd left it on the floor alongside, then continued staring at Naomi's thrice-fucked pussy as she lay, still spread-legged, catching her breath, the carpet darkening under her as the double shot of semen oozed between her swollen labia.

Lynette crawled over to her. "How you going?" she asked. Naomi just looked up at her, dazed and a little drunk - she'd had a couple of drinks to loosen up before leaving home that evening and slammed down three or four more before the action started.

Lynette leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, her pendulous breasts pressing against Naomi's. Naomi's arms came up and wrapped around the other woman, drawing her into an open mouthed pash and prompting a call from one of the guys: "Give us a show, you lezzies!"

Naomi opened her eyes and looked dazedly at the leering male faces around her. Lynette started stroking her breasts and Naomi responded in kind, a little reluctantly at first it seemed to me but then more enthusiastically as she ignored the audience of eager males.

The two women spent the next 10 minutes kissing and touching in the middle of the floor while some of the guys made cat calls and called out comments. 

"Go the growl on her, Lyn," urged Bald Guy, "lick the cum out of her." 

Lynette kneeled up laughing and spread Naomi's thighs then plunged her face down onto my girlfriend's cum-smeared pussy and lapped broadly at her for a few seconds before starting to concentrate on her clit.

Naomi moaned. Slowly, she closed her eyes and forgot her audience as Lynette played her tongue over her clit and she began to feel the tingling warmth spreading that heralded a growing orgasm.

Bald Guy and one of the others were still cat calling but Brad and the other guy watched with wide leers spread across their faces. As I too watched my girlfriend, just fucked by three guys in a row and now being tongued to orgasm by another woman, I suddenly realised I was also leering.

And when Naomi came, lurching and moaning gutterally, my cock was stiff again in my hand.

Then one of the guys said 'Let's get them on the sofa' and Naomi and Lynette ended up side by side with their arses and legs hanging off the edge as they had been at our place but this time with five guys to service rather than two. 

Early-30s, pumping his cock with his hand to keep it up, got stuck into Lynette and Mid-30s started fucking Naomi.

Brad climbed up and stood up on the sofa and fucked both their mouths in turn for a minute with his semi-erect cock then got down, pushing the women together to make them kiss, before crossing to a cupboard and getting out a camera. "Get it on, ladies," he commanded and started taking photos.

I wasn't overly enthusiastic about Brad having shots of Naomi like that but mostly what I was thinking of was making sure I got some prints. I never did though, but one day who knows I might find them on the internet and they'll be pictures of Naomi and Lynette kissing and groping each others tits and clits while these two guys nail them.

But Brad only took half a dozen shots before he swore as the film ran out then he threw the camera carelessly to one side and, displacing Mid-30s, dragged Naomi back onto the floor. He fell on top of her and fumbled about, trying to get his still not fully erect penis into her. "Fuck it!" he cursed between gritted teeth.

When he finally got in, he pumped hard, letting the sensuous velvety sleeve of her well-fucked pussy bring him back up to complete hardness then continued as he'd started, thrusting viciously. 

He had her arms pinned and was banging her so hard she cried out winded with each thrust as Brad grunted between clenched teeth. This was not the same Brad Naomi had encountered but I had an idea it was the one I'd seen savagely ass fuck Lynette at our place.

As he brutally fucked my girlfriend, I glanced about to see Bald Guy and Mid-30s watching eagerly and felt a moment of concern that this might mark a changing point in the proceedings, that the undercurrent of tension might give birth to violence. 

Then, all of a sudden and with no warning whatsoever, Naomi started cumming. I shouldn't have been surprised - her favourite way of cumming anyway was just being banged hard. She just suddenly started heaving and lurching beneath Brad and grunted: "Oh! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Aaaahhhhhh!!!"

I was relieved, the thought that passed through my mind was 'Well alright, she's ok' but all the other guys were cheering so then, just for a second, I thought 'No, it's bad cos they might get even rougher now'.

But the funny thing was, as soon as Naomi had cum, Brad slowed up on her and started just slow fucking her. He let go of her arms and was stroking her hair and kissing her tits and neck.

As Early-30s went back to fucking Lynette, Bald Guy, Mid-30s and I sat round for a while watching Brad with Naomi, now just basically lying on top and fucking her normally. 

I think he actually made her cum again, I can't quite remember, but by this time I was rock hard and turned on again so I got up and sat next to Lynette and started kissing her and playing with her tits again while Early-30s fucked her from his kneeling position on the floor. Lynette grasped my erection in her hand, stroking it up and down. "Oohhhh..." she moaned, "I love the feel of your cock. Mmmm, yeah..."

Pretty soon Mid-30s was on the other side of her and she was pulling his cock too then the three of us started taking turns fucking her, a few minutes kneeling between her legs, pumping in and out of her wet box while the others sat either side, watching and groping and getting their cocks pulled, then swap places.




Naomi's Big Bang



On a changeover from fucking Lynette, I sat down to see that while my back had been turned, Brad had left off doing Naomi on the floor and she had been claimed by Bald Guy and drawn back onto the other sofa where they were tongue kissing deeply. Her legs were spread wide as he finger fucked her and his cock was stiff in her hand as she pumped it just as vigorously as his fingers plunged into her.

Brad came over to take a turn with Lynette and suddenly it was time for a repeat performance of what I'd seen him do to his wife on the floor of our bedroom. 

I was sitting on the sofa next to Lynette while Brad kneeled between her legs sliding his cock in and out of her when, with no warning whatsoever, he pulled out of her cunt and heaved her a little further onto the edge of the sofa then nosed the tip of his cock against her anus and pushed.

Lynette gasped as the bulging head of her husband's erection disappeared into the vestibule of her rear opening then grunted 'Uhhhggghhh!' as he thrust again, roughly violating her ring and ramming half his length into her ass, lubricated only by her cunt juices on his shaft.

She grimaced for a second then lolled back on the sofa, moaning 'Uhhh! Uhhh!' at each of her husband's increasingly deep thrusts into her anus.

Mid-30s was on the other side of her, still groping her tits despite her squirming around and crying out in pain. Early-30s, propped on the end of the sofa, looked on grinning until Brad told him to 'Go and some lube for Lynnie'.

While he was gone, Brad carried on fucking Lynette's back hole, ignoring her cries. After a moment, he looked at me and asked 'Does Naomi ever take it in the arse?'. I told him no and he turned round to Bald Guy who still having a mutual grope with Naomi on the other sofa and said 'Bring her over here'.

I thought for a moment it was going to turn ugly, that Naomi was about to be anally raped for sure, but it turned out what Brad wanted was for Naomi to watch him doing it to Lynette.

As Bald Guy tugged Naomi to her feet, Brad patted Lynette on the cheek to make her look at him and instructed her: "Make sure you put on a good show for your girlfriend."

Early-30s came back with a big tube of sex lube and Brad pulled out of Lynette's abused ass and massaged a heap of it over his cock. Then he pushed it in back into his wife's rectum and all the way up to his balls in one stroke. This time I saw her eyes roll back in her head, I think she almost fainted, then he started steadily fucking her while she just lolled there.

Bald Guy was standing a couple of feet away, holding Naomi up from behind with his hands all over her tits and moving his hips, sliding his cock between her arse cheeks. "Bring her down," said Brad and Bald Guy pushed her onto all fours at the edge of the sofa with her face over Lynette's thigh so she was up real close to it all.

I could tell by the look on her face she thought the man behind her was going to fuck her in the ass too but he slipped it back in her cunt and started doing her doggy style.

Brad stopped pumping his wife's ass long enough to haul Naomi a little closer still. He pushed her face down towards Lynette's pussy and said brusquely: "Lick her."

Naomi did as she was told and started tonguing Lynette's clit and, amazingly, after a few seconds Lynette started squirming and moaning, then, within a minute, she came.

Brad's reaction was to increase the speed with which he was fucking his wife's arse then quickly pull out and jerk off over Naomi's face.

Then he stood up and said to Early-30s: "Your turn."

The nominee grinned and wiped a handful of lube along his shaft then simply stepped up, knelt down and took over ass fucking Lynette while Brad sat down on the end of the sofa to watch. 

Early-30s emulated his host, banging Lynette hard for a minute before pulling out and taking his cock in hand to squirt a desultory few dribbles of cum across her cunt and Naomi's face. He then tried to stick his cock in my girlfriend's mouth but she wouldn't open up for his slimy rod straight out of the other woman's back hole so he plunged it back into Lynette and squeezed her tits while fucking her ass a little slower for a minute until it was his turn to give way.

Next was Bald Guy who left off doggy fucking Naomi for his opportunity to anally fuck his friend's wife. Eschewing the lube, he slipped his cock still glistening with my girlfriend's cunt juices and a cocktail of semen straight into her. By now, Lynette had recovered from her apparent earlier distress and was laying back into the cushions, watching with a drunken grin as Bald Guy pleasured himself in her anus.

Naomi might have fallen back out of the way when Bald Guy pulled out of her but Mid-30s immediately stepped in and took over with her. She looked up at me momentarily from her position cheek down on Lynette's thigh, her face, devoid of expression, just inches from Bald Guy's cock sliding in and out of Lynette's rear passage. Watery, second-fuck cum shone in a patch on my girlfriend's cheek and in one eyebrow, and her mouth was wide as she gasped at Mid-30s' thrusts.

Then he drew her away and further down the sofa and she finished up face down in a cushion for much of the remaining action.

Despite my own concerns from time to time, Naomi said afterwards that when she was being forced to watch up close as Lynette was fucked in the ass was the only time she was worried. She knew if any of the guys wanted to do it to her, she'd just have to let them. But strangely for a scene that was seemingly as brutal as it was at times, consent appeared to matter. Naomi recounted that one of the men - she couldn't recall which - had stuck his finger in her ass while he was fucking her early on and asked her if she wanted his cock there and when she told him no, he'd just gone 'ok' and left it at that.

But we all did Lynette there. By the end of it, all five guys in the room had fucked every hole of her body. One of them joked it was a house rule: 'Lynette takes it everywhere'. 

From his kneeling position between Lynette's legs, Bald Guy asked me if we were joining 'the club'. 

I asked 'What club is that?' and he told me Brad had a select group of buddies who he'd been inviting round to fuck Lynette for years. "She gets off on it as much as he does," he said with a lewd grin, "don't you, Lynnie?"

"Ooh, yeah..." she moaned, her right hand falling between her legs, her fingers spreading around the hard cock slipping in and out of her asshole, feeling it move in and out of her, then drawing back up to start massaging her clit. 

"Ohh..." she breathed. 

"Told you!" Bald Guy laughed. "Last year she went with nine guys in a row. Guess which one I was?"

"Number nine?" I offered.

"Too right," he replied.

He kept up a steady stroking into Lynette's ass as she masturbated herself and he carried on telling me about 'the club'. 

Bald Guy, it transpired, was married but his wife wasn't into the scene though he claimed she knew exactly where he was and what he was doing tonight. 

Early 30s was also married but his wife was into it. "She's fucking hot. Isn't she, mate?" said Bald Guy, addressing the latter part of his comment over his shoulder to Early-30s who was sitting in the armchair. Bald Guy described to me a 'skinny redhead even wilder than Lynnie'. "Pity you missed her tonight," he continued. She was supposed to come but they couldn't get a babysitter.

Brad, watching from the other sofa now, called out amiably to Bald Guy to 'shut the fuck up'. "He doesn't want to hear about that, he wants to give Lynnie a go in the ass!", then he tossed me the lube and joked: "Maybe you'll want to break Naomi in for next time."

I uncapped the tube and squeezed out a palmful of the viscous fluid, wiping it onto my rigid shaft 

"Hang on a minute, mate," said Bald Guy and he picked up the pace, plunging his penis deep into Lynette's back hole several times and flushing deep red as he suddenly gasped, faltered and came. "Uhhhh...." he groaned as he withdrew his cock and took in the view of her gaping asshole, shiny wet with cum and lube, slowly closing and winking shut.

"There you go," he said, "get your meat in that."

"Ok?" I said to Lynette.

"Mmm, yeah..." she moaned, "come on..."

Kneeling between Lynette's legs, about to poke my cock up her abused ass, I was incredibly excited. It had been years since my first wife, who got me turned onto anal as an almost nightly experience, and the closest I'd got since then was a girlfriend who offered me her anal cherry but then begged me to stop after I popped her ring because it hurt her too much.

I pressed the throbbing head of my cock against Lynette's raw anus. "Fuck me," she urged.

I pushed and met only marginal momentary resistance before my cock slipped easily through her ring, punctuated by a gasping sigh from Lynette. She wasn't real tight back there but she was still tight enough. As I eased myself further in, I savoured the delicious sensation of the narrow band of muscle gripping around my cock and the hot void beyond.

"Ooh, god, yeah..." groaned Lynette as I started slowly sliding in and out of her, deeper and deeper on each stroke, "ooh... fuck... yeah..."

I started rubbing her swollen clit with my thumb and she shuddered, gasping: "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!"

She ran her left hand across her huge breasts, lifting and compressing them and squeezing her nipples, then she dropped her right hand down, nudging mine out of the way.

"Let me," she moaned and began frigging herself.

I pushed her thighs as wide as I could, the better to see from my kneeling position Lynette's fingers frantically circling her clit and her spread cunt winking wetly as my cock slipped easily in and out of her ass.

"Ooh yeah! Ooh yeah! Ooh yeah!" she grunted, adding the motion of her hips to my pumping in and out. "Ooh yeah, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

As she started cumming loudly, I couldn't hold back anymore and, grunting 'uhhhh!!!', shot my load up her ass, then fell forward and buried my face in her tits, sucking at her nipples as my cock rapidly softened inside her back hole.

I glanced over at Naomi. Mid-30s was still doggy fucking her at the other end of the sofa but she'd raised her head at the noises coming from me and Lynette and had observed our mutual orgasm.

Mid-30s leaned over Naomi and whispered something in her ear and I saw her shake her head as she went "Nuh...".

"Suck it then," he said, withdrawing from her and floping on the sofa beside Lynette. Naomi took his cock in her hand still wet with her own cunt juices and lowered her head into his lap, taking his shaft easily between her lips and bobbing up and down. Feeling her lips encircling the very root of his cock, he groaned out loud. 

I kneeled up and withdrew what remained of my erection from Lynette's ass, eliciting a low moan from her.

Mid-30s reached up and turned her face to him, tongue kissing her and groping her tits as my girlfriend continued to go up and down in his lap.

I gave Lynette a parting grope, running my fingertips between her pouting labia and dipping them into her pussy, then drew back to the centre of the carpet and watched with the others as Mid-30s briefly enjoyed his hands on Lynette's breasts and Naomi's lips round his cock.

Then he abruptly shoved Naomi away and rolled Lynette face down over the edge of the sofa with a muttered: "Come on, Lynnie, stick your arse up."

He drew his cock up and down between her buttocks, locating his target with the tip of his cock, and pushed hard into her ass, making her squeal.

Gripping her hips, he fucked her well-used anus for a minute before finally dragging her off the sofa and jerking off on her tits.

Naomi was curled up on the end of the sofa just watching by that stage. She could fuck for hours if she wanted but I could tell her mood was changing.

I was sort of stuck on the other side of the room from her and she looked pretty fed up when Lynette's husband went and sat down next to her and started necking with her again and feeling her up. 

I think he fancied he could make her cum again, but she gave him the cold shoulder and he left the room.

I went over to Naomi and whispered to her 'Let's go' and we started finding our clothes.

By the time we were (mostly) dressed, two of the guys had actually managed to get their cocks just hard enough again to have Lynette on the sofa in a sandwich though they were laughing their heads off about how they kept bending and slipping out. 

Brad came back in just as we were thinking about dodging away unnoticed but he had a pair of jeans on himself by then so he just saw us out of the place. 

He yelled to Lynette 'Hey Lynnie, they're going' and she looked up from between the two guys and sort of gave us a dazed smile.

Brad said something really crass about it but I can't remember what. Then we got out of there.

We'd been on the road five minutes before either of us said anything.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. She let out a small laugh. "That was different..." 



Naomi's Birthday Threesome



After mine and Naomi's first threesome, a chance encounter involving her boss that I detailed in 'Naomi's First Threesome', and before we discovered swingers parties, we'd wondered for months how to repeat the experience. 

For a while, we looked at trying to set up another threesome and among the options we'd discussed was trying to seduce a teenage female co-worker of Naomi's. 

However, though we'd abandoned that idea for fear of things going wrong and the risk of Naomi losing her job, about a year afterwards we ended up in an FFM threesome with a teenage co-worker of mine.

And it happened on Naomi's birthday, or, at least, on the night we held a birthday party for her at our place.

The guests were a couple of our more discreet new friends from the couples parties and a crowd of workmates from the places Naomi and I worked at.

Among them was Kathy, a timid little 18 year old brunette who worked in the same office as me.

She had a sexily skinny teenage physique with pert breasts and she favoured short dresses that flicked up in back sometimes as she was walking away, affording a split second flash of her knickers.

I didn't need a degree to figure out she fancied me. Sometimes I'd look up and Kathy would be staring at me, then she'd blush and get back to work. 

But I never did anything about it. Why risk spoiling the sexually superheated relationship I had with Naomi for a fling with an inexperienced kid?

But on the night of Naomi's party, I got to have both.

Kathy showed up in a clingy little sky blue dress that fastened up the front with tiny matching fabric-covered buttons. 

It was so short it barely covered her ass and she spent the first hour or so sitting in a corner sipping on a wine cooler, showing a lot of thigh and watching me come and go. 

Then I saw her in the kitchen with one of the other girls talking her into trying something harder and next thing I knew she was plastered and very obviously staring at me.

"She fancies you," said Naomi, starting to get a bit pissed herself.

"I think she does," I laughed and left it at that. I'd never told her how Kathy looked at me at work. 

"You know, she reminds me of Tina" she said, referring to the girl from our very first foursome.

Now Naomi mentioned it, Kathy did look like her, only less punky.

Then Naomi leaned in and whispered in my ear. "Bet you wanna fuck her, don't you?"

I looked at her. "Why? Do you?" I whispered back

"Touche," she said, letting out an embarrassed half laugh and walking away.

It was still early on in our swinging 'career' and even though Naomi had got into a naked snog with Tina during our very first foursome, she was still testing the waters of bisexuality. 

At this stage, going with another female was just something that might happen by accident, an unintentional aside while she was being fucked by that woman's husband or boyfriend. Right then it wasn't something she might consider doing, something she might plan to do, before the event.

As I went about the party after that, I started wondering if it might be possible to score a threesome with Naomi and Kathy.

Then, only 15 minutes later, events took their own turn.

Drunk and staggery, Kathy cornered me coming out of the bathroom, hissed a slurred 'Come here, come here!' and drew me into the dimly lit laundry nearby. 

There, she threw her arms round me and kissed me drunkenly, pressing her body against mine. I put my hands on her hips and kissed her back. 

When she finally pulled her mouth away, she looked at me breathlessly, trying to read my face.

"What was that for?" I teased.

She looked at me with an expression of nervous desperation and pressed her cheek to mine, her lips beside my ear, breathing rapidly. 

"Make love to me!" she whispered, her voice quivering. "You can - I'm on the pill, I started last month! You can do it to me and I promise I'll be good!"

I still can't believe to this day I missed reading between the lines of what she said. All I can say in my defence is I was a bit pissed myself and rather distracted.

As she spoke, she pressed her body even more tightly against me and my cock began to harden. 

The fabric of her dress was deliciously thin under my hands. I could feel the waistband of her knickers and the slenderness of her hips. 

My swelling cock was bent out of shape in my underwear and I wanted to adjust it and let it stand up straight.

"We can't here..." I began but she plunged forward and planted another open mouthed kiss on my lips.

"Yes, we can! Yes, we can!" she moaned frantically, pulling my right hand up onto her breast. 

So much for being shy and timid. The booze had made her let right go. 

She was drunk and horny and ready to let me do her right there in the laundry. 

I squeezed her small firm breast and she moaned. The material of her dress and bra combined was still so thin I could feel her nipple hardening under the flat of my palm. 

Then her hand was down at the front of my trousers, squeezing at the uncomfortable bulge there, making me groan.

I could have taken her there and then, I certainly wanted to, but I eased her away from me.

"No Kathy, not here," I said. 

She looked at me desperately. "Don't you want me?"

"Of course I do," I said, "just not here and not right now. Anyone could walk in on us. Besides, I thought you wanted me to make love to you, not bang you against the wall."

"When then?"

"In a little while. After the party. Just wait."

We straightened ourselves up and emerged back into the house, me first then her. 

Kathy tried not to look at me as she crossed the room unsteadily and got herself yet another drink.

It was already late in the evening and an hour later the original 50 or so guests were down to about 10. 

With our straighter work colleagues out of the way, a couple of joints were passed around and Kathy, sitting thoroughly sozzled on the end of the sofa, let herself be persuaded by me to have a toke. 

She tried to draw the smoke in but just puffed it straight back out of her mouth.

"You could shotgun it," said Naomi, laughing and winking at me. 

I knew what she was thinking - it was shotgunning a joint that had got our first threesome rolling.

"What's that?" asked Kathy.

"I'll show you," Naomi replied and she took a toke then turned to me and we went mouth to mouth, her breathing out as I breathed in.

"Now he'll do it to you..." said Naomi, grinning at her.

"Oh..." said Kathy, embarrassed. I think she was beginning to wonder if Naomi knew about what happened in the laundry.

"Or I could do it with you, if you prefer girls," continued Naomi, teasing. 

A couple of the others laughed and one of the guys called 'Yeah! Let's see that!', embarrassing Kathy even further.

Actually I'd have liked to see it too but I was hoping to get that chance later in private. 

"Well, I prefer girls," I said, letting Kathy off the hook. 

I took the joint and sat down beside her. "When I kiss you, just open your mouth and breathe in," I told her.

Kathy did as instructed, blushing deeply as I pressed my mouth to hers in front of everyone. 

She almost kept the smoke down but ended up coughing. A guest by the name of Jim passed her a drink. 

"Maybe you should give up, Kathy," he suggested.

"Oh no," she said quickly, "I'll try again."

"You just want another kiss," Jim teased. "You'll make Naomi jealous!"

Kathy turned even redder. "Oh! I didn't mean..."

Naomi laughed and flopped back into her chair.

"It's ok," I said and shotgunned her again, this time holding my mouth to hers just overlong enough to make a joke of 'kissing' her but not so long it looked too serious.

Fifteen minutes later, Kathy was giggling loudly. Half an hour later she was nodding. By the time most of the rest of the guests were leaving, she was asleep, curled up on the end of the sofa.

The last of our guests - the last but one - left half an hour after that.

"What are you going to do with Kathy?" he asked.

"We'll think of something," giggled Naomi.

"Throw a blanket over her and let her sleep it off, I think," I said.

In addition to being drunk, Naomi was ripped but good. 

I've said it before and I'll say it again - Naomi off her head was Naomi horny as hell. And as soon as the front door closed, she threw her arms around me and rubbed her voluptuous body against mine as we tongue kissed.

We started getting hot and heavy right there in the hallway, her rubbing my cock through my trousers and me with my hand up her dress.

She giggled about Kathy being in the living room while we were groping each other in the hall, then she put her lips to my ear and whispered hoarsely: "So, come on, do you wanna fuck her?"

"That's the second time you've asked that," I replied. "Are you sure it's not you who wants to?"

"I want you to fuck me first," she said, unzipping my trousers. 

Thirty seconds later, I was up to my nuts in Naomi's smooth shaved pussy, fucking her against the door as she held her dress up around her waist.

But she was too wobbly on her feet to keep that up - we both were - so we switched to doggy fucking at the bottom of the stairs.

I reached under to frig her clit while I slipped my cock in and out of her wet pussy and soon Naomi was moaning: "Ooh yeah! Ooh god, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

"Better keep it down," I said, "we don't want to wake Kathy." She was just 20 paces away around the corner in the living room.

"Why not?" Naomi gasped as I kept pumping into her. "I don't... uh! Ohh! Ooh yeah! I don't care if she... uh! walks round the corner right now and... mmmhh! sees us!"

"What would you do if she did?" I whispered hoarsely.

"Uhh! Uhh! I'd tell her... to join in... Uhhhh!"

"And what else?"

"Ohh! I'd.. uhh! I'd... uhh!! I'd... watch you... fuck her... ohhhh!!!"

Naomi started cumming noisily. I was ramming into her so hard from behind as she gasped and grunted that my groin was slapping loudly against her ass.

When she finished, I leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Do you want to go fuck Kathy now?"

"Mmm, yeah..." my girlfriend replied, drunkenly.

I withdrew from her and pulled my trousers back up.

We were trying to be quiet as we went back into the living room but Naomi was staggering and making all sorts of noise, mostly giggling insanely.

We didn't have to worry too much, though - Kathy was out cold, curled on her side like a sleeping child. 

With her lean legs and long dark hair, she looked cute. Sexy cute.

She was wearing strappy high heels of a type I find particularly horny and her dress was up round her ass showing a glimpse of white knickers stretched tightly across her buttocks.

When Naomi flopped onto the sofa beside her, Kathy only murmured drowsily.

Naomi shook her and she stirred, opening her eyes groggily. 

She could barely focus at first, then she saw me and giggled sleepily. Then she saw Naomi smiling at her and giggled again.

"Come on," I said, sitting her up.

"Where we going?" she slurred.

I looked at Naomi then back at Kathy. "Bed."

"Ooh!" she giggled. "All of us?"

It was plainly a drunken joke but I just raised an eyebrow at her. "If you like," I said evenly.

Kathy tried to look serious for a moment but then she started giggling at her own joke again. 

I guess since we were intending it to be all of us, the joke was on her.

I hauled her to her feet. She could barely stand and Naomi had to help support her.

"No, really," said Kathy, trying not to laugh, her words garbled. "What I meant to say was... something. Oh, yeah - 'good'. That's it. Good. I want to go to bed. Oops!" 

She overbalanced on her sexy heels and fell forward into my arms. She looked up at me and smiled dreamily. "Take me to bed..."

Kathy was falling through my arms so Naomi stepped in behind and slipped her arms under Kathy's and around her chest. She was almost dead weight. 

"I'm sorry for being a bother," Kathy slurred, except it came out as 'sorry for being bother...'

"It's no bother," I said.

She looked unsteadily into my eyes, so drunk and stoned she might have completely forgotten for a moment that Naomi was even there.

"I want you..." she slurred, tilting her head back until it rested on Naomi's shoulder, presenting herself to be kissed.

So I kissed Kathy's parted lips and slipped my tongue into her mouth as Naomi pressed against her from behind, then I kissed Naomi with the teenager sandwiched between us.

When I pulled away, Kathy's head lolled forward, her chin hitting her chest. She saw Naomi's arms around her and merely giggled.

I lifted her chin. She could barely hold her head up and looked at me with an unsteady gaze that drifted in and out of focus.

"Bed or here, Kathy?"

She just stared at me, her head lolling slowly.

"Kathy, bed or here?" I asked again.

"Yes... ok," she slurred.

Naomi laughed. "She's no good, she's shitfaced!"

"No more than you were with me and Bob," I reminded her.

"No way!" she protested good humoredly.

"Yes you were - you were legless and you were great. Come on, let's get her upstairs."

It took some doing to get her to the bedroom. 

Naomi and I supported her between us, a major squeeze going up the staircase, and though Kathy was just about managing to put one foot in front of the other, her legs kept giving out beneath her.

It really did remind me of when Bob and I had fucked the drunk and stoned Naomi in her workplace boardroom. 

It had taken us the best part of 10 minutes just to get her from the basement car park up to the office.

We should have taken Kathy's shoes off before trying to negotiate the stairs. She lost one of them halfway up and we had to limp her the rest of the way to the landing before I could bend down and take the other off.

Finally we lowered her into a sitting position on the edge of our double bed and let her flop onto her back.

I lifted her legs and turned her onto the bed proper and looked at Naomi.

"What now?" she asked.

"Let's get her undressed," I said.

I started trying to undo the buttons down the front of her dress but they were difficult. The dress seemed new and the buttons had never been undone before. 

Obviously it had gone on over her head and I should have been taking it off the same way but sitting her up to do it seemed like too much trouble.

After a few seconds of watching me struggle with the buttons, Naomi went: "Let me." 

As she squatted unsteadily astride Kathy on the bed, her own dress stretched tautly across her spread thighs so Naomi stopped to pull her own dress up and off over her head, swaying drunkenly as she did so.

Naomi wasn't wearing any knickers, just a lacy light green bra that was heavily underwired to support her largish tits.

She reached behind and unhitched the bra, shrugging it off and letting her breasts swing free.

"Oh..." moaned Kathy looking dazedly up at my girlfriend.

Kathy stared open mouthed at Naomi's nakedness as she squatted over her, the younger girl's gaze fixing for some seconds on her smoothly shaved pussy, a bit of a rarity in those days.

I got my own clothes off as I watched Naomi work her way down the buttoned front of Kathy's dress then part the fabric to reveal her slim body, now covered only by an erotically youthful choice of underwear, a white cotton bra speckled with tiny red love hearts and matching knickers. 

The bra even fastened in the front like a trainer and Naomi unclipped it and spread the cups aside, bearing Kathy's tits. 

I watched hopefully for a moment longer to see if Naomi did what I would do automatically at that point - cup the younger girls naked breasts in my hands - but having exposed her, Naomi just rolled off to the other side of Kathy to let me get to her.

I got on the bed.

The teenager moaned again as I pressed my body against the side of hers, pushing my hard-on against her thigh.

Naomi watched me fondle Kathy's tits then close my lips on her nipples.

The youngster's breasts were pale and small compared to Naomi's and where my girlfriend's tits were tipped with aereole and nipples somewhat darker than the surrounding flesh, Kathy's were light pink.

Her nipples grew between my lips and she moaned softly. So did I.

"You really like small tits, don't you," Naomi slurred.

I looked at her. "Feel 'em," I said, taking Naomi's right hand and placing it on one of Kathy's breasts.

The teenager lay motionless, head lolled back, as Naomi palped her right breast and I squeezed her left.

"'Course, I like yours too," I added and reached out and caressed one of Naomi's more pendulous mammaries. 

"Not as much!" Naomi said with stoned good humor. "I know you like tiny tits." 

Then she kneeled and leaned over the 18 year old, letting her breasts sway against hers. 

"Lucky Kathy," she giggled, "he loves skinny girls like you."

I went from the breasts of one to the other for a minute, caressing their flesh and sucking their nipples, contrasting Naomi's large, soft breasts as they hung down with Kathy's smaller tits resting firm and proud as she lay on her back.

"Mmm..." moaned Naomi, her nipples growing hard and big as they rubbed across Kathy's flesh. 

My cheek pressed on my girlfriend's left tit as I sucked on Kathy's right nipple and I only had to move my mouth an inch to suck Naomi's nipple in turn.

Kathy lay still, her breath shuddering with nervousness, but Naomi was moaning softly as she became more and more turned on.

Still gorging myself on their breasts, I slid my right hand down across Kathy's flat belly and slipped it straight into her knickers, cupping her bushy pubis. 

I could tell she didn't have a prominent, highly curved mound like Naomi did, Kathy was more flat there.

More contrasts between the two young women.

Kathy's legs were firmly closed at first but she parted them slightly, moaning softly in the back of her throat, as I pushed my hand further down, feeling the heat emanating between her legs. 

I wriggled my fingers between her hairy outer labia and pushed my middle fingertip between her inner lips.

She wasn't wet but she wasn't dry either; all the same I removed my hand, wet my middle finger in my mouth, tasting the bitterness of her pussy on the tip, and slipped my hand back into her panties, pushing my finger most of the way inside her.

Kathy groaned softly as I fingerfucked her but it was awkward because of the way I was reaching into her knickers, so I stopped and moved down the bed to remove them, tugging them down to her ankles then off and dropping them beside me on the covers.

A bushy mass of black pubic hair masked Kathy's pussy. 

In my mind's eye I tried to imagine her shaven as was Naomi and I knew that would be really something to see.

I spread Kathy's legs wide and pulled her outer labia apart, playing my fingertips across her clitoris which was tiny and heavily hooded. 

She shuddered and I wet my fingers with more saliva and continued gently stroking her clit.

She shuddered or jumped from time to time but I couldn't get a more positive response from her and when I pressed my index and middle fingers between her inner lips I found she was only marginally wetter than before, if at all.

I was beginning to wonder if the teenager's one-on-one enthusiasm downstairs in the laundry was going to translate all that well to a threesome in the bedroom. 

Certainly, loosened up by her earlier drinking, she'd been more than ready to indulge her romantic fantasy of sex with me. But with my girlfriend as well? 

It was obvious her acquiescence to the current situation was as a result of being even more off her head now on dope and booze. 

And as Naomi and I toyed with her body, she seemed both frightened and aroused simultaneously - and powerless to do anything about either.




Naomi's Birthday Threesome



So when I eased Kathy's knees up and pushed them wide apart, tilting her hips up slightly, she didn't resist in the slightest, simply looking up at me like a scared rabbit, waiting to see what I would do to her next.

What was next was I went down on her and I heard her gasp out loud as I first lapped broadly across her clit then, on the next pass, I bobbed further back and drew my tongue all the way up from just in front of her anus, passing deep between her pussy lips and ending by flicking up at her clit. 

This time I was rewarded with a shiver that ran through her entire body and another gasp, this one definitely turned on.

I kept working on her and after a minute her hips were moving gently with the action of my tongue, her gasps a steady 'ah-uh! ah-uh! ah-uh!'

Naomi, growing tired momentarily of leaning over Kathy, lay down beside her, propping herself up on one elbow to continue watching me licking out the other girl.

By this time, Kathy's tiny clit was hard and her cunt lips wet with a combination of my saliva and her own juices that were starting to flow at last.

When I pushed my tongue inside her, she tasted great, but no matter how I tried, I was unable to get her any further towards cumming.

However, when I glanced up again, I found Naomi was definitely turned on - she had slipped her hand between her own legs and was stroking her clit slowly.

I kept going, trying to make Kathy cum but, although her rhythm grew a couple of times, she kept falling back again.

So finally I kneeled up and positioned myself between her thighs. 

I drew the pre-cum dribbling head of my cock back and forth a few times between her now swollen pussy lips then settled the tip into place and lowered myself over her. 

She looked up at me, her eyes wide but dazed. I pressed gently inward.

The head of my cock eased into her. Her body tensed and the breath caught in her throat as she let out a sharp, barely audible gasp and brought her hands up to my chest, pressing weakly against me as if stop me going any further.

I grabbed her wrists and held them down to the bed at shoulder height, looking her straight in the eyes. "Yes or no?"

She stared back into my eyes, panting. Then she breathed: "Yes..."

In the corner of my eye, I could see Naomi staring open mouthed at the narrow gap between Kathy's hips and mine, watching my cock poised just one thrust away from filling my teenage co-worker's cunt as I held myself over her. 

Concentrating on Kathy and still holding her wrists, I eased my hips forward. 

Kathy shuddered deeply as my rigid penis slid all the way into her. 

Even then, she still wasn't quite as wet as I'd anticipated and my cock went in not in one smooth motion but in three or four staggered movements - slip, stop, slip, stop, slip, stop.

"Ohh!" I gasped out loud.

God, she was tight! Her vagina enveloped my cock in a damp, hot velvet grip that was incredible.

"Oooohhh!" she whined as I held myself all the way up her.

Then I lowered myself onto her, supporting my weight on my elbows. 

As I began gently fucking her, I kept her arms pinned down, even though there was no need. 

I didn't know why I did it at the time but, thinking about it later, I realised there was something about the teenager that hinted at her wanting more than just to be fucked. 

I couldn't quite put my finger on it but I sensed her desire to give herself to me was in every meaning of the phrase, including being dominated, and I was intensely excited by the idea. 

She buried her face in my shoulder, her breath hot against my skin.

"Ooohh! Ooohh! Ooohh!" she gasped with each inward passage of my hard cock into her young pussy and suddenly she was soaking wet, my shaft now slipping evenly in and out of her.

But there was no way I was going to last very long like that. She really was incredibly tight.

Then Naomi guaranteed I'd cum quickly by reaching between my legs from behind and fondling my balls.

After that it took only a dozen strokes deep into Kathy's tight little pussy and I began to ejaculate, slamming up into her in a series of hard, wild thrusts, my balls jumping in Naomi's hand.

As the first two eruptions of my positively huge orgasm gushed into her, Kathy simply lay beneath me, jolted by my thrusts and watching my face with eager intensity.

But as I pumped three, four, five cum-erupting times into her, her expression changed to wide-eyed, slack jawed surprise and she began lurching her hips upward to meet me, gasping "Uh! Uh! Uh!" on each of my crashing inward plunges, then throwing her head back and crying loudly. 

"Aaahhhhhhhh!"

I jerked and spasmed half a dozen times more, feeling her lovely tight cunt becoming deliciously sloppy with the huge load of semen I was pumping into her, my orgasm heightened to the max by her writhing beneath me and my girlfriend's hand cupping my twitching balls.

As our unexpected mutual orgasm subsided, I released her wrists at last and Kathy threw her arms around me, hugging me tightly down onto her and gasping breathlessly in my ear.

Meanwhile, Naomi was giggling at how she was making me twitch and jump from her continued caressing of my post-cum hyper-sensitive balls so in the end I had to withdraw from Kathy and roll off to the far side of her.

Now, Naomi loved semen. I found that out the very first time I had sex with her - as soon as I withdrew from her, she started scooping up the cum oozing from her pussy and pawing it over her body, smearing it up her belly and lathering her breasts, even wiping it across her mouth so she could taste it on her lips. It was quite something to see.

And now, as Kathy lay there with legs spread, Naomi drunkenly cupped the teenager's just fucked pussy, drawing her fingers between the cum oozing lips then wiped her hand across Kathy's belly all the way up to her breasts, smearing her with my cum.

"Yummm..." Naomi moaned, touching her wet fingers to her lips and drawing her tongue across them.

Then she reached between Kathy's legs again, eliciting a startled intake of breath from her as, for a split second, she pushed her fingers into her then drew them out to treat her own breasts to a slick coating of my spent semen straight from the teen's cunt.

What a sight! But hot as it was, it was obvious my stoned girlfriend just about imagined it was her own pussy she was scooping cum out of and not the start of the girl on girl action I was hoping to see.

Nonetheless, I was still hoping when Naomi next clambered over Kathy. For a second I thought she was going to get on top of her but, instead, she came right over, pushing me onto my back and straddling me. 

She grabbed my still erect cock and guided it into her own cunt then held her breasts to stop them from swinging and bouncing too wildly as she began riding up and down.

Naomi grunted at the bottom of each downward slide onto my cock, her noises getting bigger and bigger until, a minute or two later, she came loudly, squeezing at her ample breasts to add to her pleasure. 

Her orgasm over, Naomi collapsed on the other side of me from Kathy and, turning my back on the youngster, I necked with my girlfriend for a minute before I rolled on my back and told her 'suck me', pushing her down.

Unhesitatingly, Naomi licked up and down the length of my sticky, not quite fully erect cock, then sucked at the head before suddenly slipping steadily all the way down to the root so my penis disappeared entirely between her lips.

I groaned at the incredible sensation, hitching involuntarily against my girlfriend's face as she deep throated me effortlessly.

Naomi's talent for giving head was remarkable and wide ranging, from bobbing shallowly up and down, her tongue circling the head, until you filled her mouth with cum then watched her swallow it, to taking your full length and letting you simply pour your entire load straight down her throat, all the while undulating her tongue against your shaft. 

If I hadn't cum already, I could have shot the lot down her throat right there and then and she would have swallowed every drop and come back up barely even out of breath. 

I looked at Kathy and saw her staring in dazed disbelief at the entire penetration of my cock into Naomi's mouth. 

I jerked and twitched at the sensation for several seconds before Naomi eased up and settled into a steady, deep bobbing up and down.

"Come here," I told Kathy, pulling her to me so I could kiss her and grope her tits while my girlfriend sucked my cock. But for the attention it was getting, it would have been limp by now but it was standing up with a spongy rigidity.

After a minute or so, I whispered 'Help Naomi' and pushed Kathy down too. 

She lay for a moment with her head resting on my belly then Naomi gave way to her.

Kathy took my cock in her hand and the head between her lips. She lay there nervously, just holding it in her open mouth.

Naomi laughed. "That's no good! Do it like this..." and she took my cock back from Kathy and bobbed up and down it for a moment, swirling her tongue round the head and shaft as she went. Then she came back up. 

"Use your tongue as you go," she told Kathy.

The teenager took a hold again and tentatively bobbed up and down over the head. 

"Deeper," said Naomi and she pushed her head down on my cock some more.

Kathy hitched but gamely kept going.

"That's better," Naomi laughed, then she leaned in and started licking my balls while Kathy gave me head. 

The sensation was incredible and despite it only being five minutes since I came, I felt the first twitch of my cock slowly becoming properly engorged again.

I propped myself up to watch over Kathy's head which rested on my stomach as she lay to one side. 

She was managing only the head of my cock and a further inch or two at most as she bobbed up and down. 

It was obvious she'd never given head before, whereas 24 year old Naomi, on the other hand, had been perfecting her sexual skills probably for more years than she should have been. 

She was nose down between my legs and alternating between licking my balls and making an occasional lap of her tongue all the way up the length of my now fully re-hardening shaft until she licked across Kathy's cheek. 

As Naomi moved further up, so did Kathy until my cock popped out of her mouth and I watched my girlfriend, her eyes heavily lidded, lick at the head of my cock a moment then find Kathy's lips and press her open mouth against them.

For a moment, Kathy lay there as Naomi drunkenly kissed her, thrusting her tongue rudely into her mouth. It was a sight that stayed with me for years.

But then Kathy, panicking, turned her face away and, desperate for distraction, plunged her mouth over my cock once again, this time taking it so deep she began to gag.

Looking back, I know Naomi wasn't all that deliberately trying to get it on with Kathy, even though I'd posed the possibility to her earlier. 

When she'd gone into a lesbian embrace with Tina, she'd been off her head and that night with Kathy and several times afterwards I saw her do the same thing. 

When she was pissed or stoned or both, anything that presented itself to her mouth or hands was fair game and it didn't matter to her whether it was male or female. 

And if another distraction came along, she'd move onto it, which was what she did now, grabbing the base of my cock and starting to wank me as Kathy resumed bobbing up and down on the head.

To say it felt good and looked hot would be an understatement and I let them go on like that for a minute or so but I wanted my hands on them so in the end I pulled Kathy up towards me and told the both of them: "Come up here and let me fuck you."

Naomi giggled and crawled back to the top of the bed after Kathy, flopping down beside her where I'd pushed her onto her back.

I pulled Kathy's open dress and bra off her at last. The hem at the back must have been under her arse while I fucked her, it was dark with cum that had oozed from her overflowing pussy.

Once her dress was off and dropped over the side of the bed, I spread Kathy's legs and fell onto her, plunging my cock abruptly into her pussy so she cried out.

I thrust at her for less than a minute, squeezing her breasts and tongue kissing her, then just as abruptly dismounted her and clambered onto Naomi who eagerly guided my cock into her soaking slit.

I fucked her the way she liked it, hard and ramming, so that within a minute or two she was cumming beneath me, grunting gutterally.

Then I immediately withdrew and mounted Kathy again who looked up at me dazed.

Fuck, I loved the sensation of going straight from one to the other, from the hot wet sleeve of Naomi's vagina to the tightly enveloping closeness of Kathy.

I fucked her hard for several seconds, lustfully relishing her gasps at my thrusts and her wide-eyed expression that seemed both carnally excited and fearful all at once.

Then I slowed down to decrease the risk of taking myself close to orgasm too quickly and she responded to my gentler motion and caresses with a subtle hitching of her hips and a long, soft sigh.

I reached out and drew Naomi closer, slipping my hand between her legs and fingering her sopping cunt while fucking Kathy to orgasm. 

It took only 30 seconds before the drunken teenager started screaming out her second orgasm, not from any particular prowess of mine but simply because she was by now as mindlessly turned on as Naomi.

Arching up and twisting under me, she screamed: "Oh god! Oh god! Oh god!" and I was thankful that for the most part I was pretty numbed by the dope I'd smoked.

I'd boiled over in excitement pretty quickly before but, as long as I kept a steady pace now, I knew could keep going for a while if I wanted to.

In fact, it sometimes happened when I was having sex while ripped back then that if I held off too long I'd sort of plateau and actually have to work to make myself cum at the end.

Then again, I wasn't too sure about being able to hold off that long in this situation. 

Her orgasm spent, Kathy collapsed back into the bed beneath me and I withdrew and rolled off her away from Naomi so I could sandwich the younger girl between us as I leaned across to my girlfriend and gave her a deep tongue kiss.

Naomi had taken over wanking herself and she leaned heavily over Kathy and kissed me back hotly, her hand falling carelessly across Kathy's body, her stomach, her breasts, but the teenager herself was a rag doll, limp and dazed for the second.

After a little while of pashing Naomi across her, I rolled Kathy onto her side to face my girlfriend. 

The girl's eyelids were heavy and her expression slack and dazed as she looked at Naomi's face inches from hers. 

I pressed against Kathy from behind, kissing her neck and humping my cock between her tight arse cheeks. 

In front of her, Naomi continued playing her fingertips between her own legs as her breasts squeezed enticingly against Kathy's.

I slid down a few inches and drew my hips back, guiding the head of my cock between Kathy's legs from behind and she moaned as I slipped up into her sopping cunt.

I reached round and started rubbing Kathy's clit while sliding my cock in and out, eliciting a shudder and a low moan of 'oh yes...'

"Come on," I whispered in her ear, "come on! Look at Naomi touching herself! Cum with her! Cum with Naomi! Come on!"

Kathy began pressing herself back against me, meeting my thrusts into her lovely tight pussy and softly breathing 'Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!' 

Then Kathy's noises were muted by my girlfriend's as she masturbated herself to a juddering orgasm, opening her eyes just in time to see the 18 year old screw hers shut and cry out a whimpering 'Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!'.

That was it - I couldn't wait. I had to cum again myself and I'd already decided how I was going to do it.

I pulled out of Kathy.

"On your back," I told her, clambering up to the head of the bed.

"Get your heads together..."

"Ooh, yeah..." slurred Naomi, anticipating what I was going to do. She leaned in close.

I kneeled up and over Kathy, pulling on my cock inches above her face, aiming across at Naomi.

"Oh..." murmured Kathy.

"Ooh yeah, cum on us!" moaned Naomi. "Shoot your cum on us!"

"Uhh! Uhh!" I grunted, feeling my cum rising. "Open your mouths! Open your mouths!"

Then I started cumming: "Uhh!! Uhh!! Uhh!!"

The first stream shot wildly across into Naomi's hair, laying a thick line across her forehead and down onto Kathy's cheek but the second snaked across both girls' open mouths.

Kathy jumped and closed her mouth instinctively so, as I squeezed out the last couple of weak jets of second orgasm semen, I grasped her hair to hold her still and pressed the tip of my cock to her lips, spilling my cum over them, then pushed the head in her mouth, forcing her to taste my salty ejaculate.

I jerked and twitched between Kathy's lips for a moment, then abruptly pushed my cock all the way into her mouth, watching her eyes widen in alarm as the oozing head that rested on her tongue a moment ago now pressed into the back of her throat.

She fought valiantly against gagging for a second or two then her eyes rolled back and she began to hitch and I immediately withdrew and leaned across her to let Naomi take me willingly into her mouth where, with my balls rubbing across Kathy's cum-smeared face, my girlfriend sucked the last drops of cum out of me.

Then I collapsed on the bed between them, staring at the ceiling in a doped, satisfied haze.

-----

Left alone for a few minutes, Kathy passed out then, after 10 minutes or so, Naomi nodded off. 

I slept fitfully between them in the crowded bed until Naomi woke me getting up at dawn. 

She couldn't sleep either and she was exhausted.

"I'm going to crash on the sofa," she said, grumpy with tiredness. 

I asked if she wanted me to come with her. 

"No, stay here if you want," she replied, "fuck her again, I don't care."

Naomi went downstairs, closing the bedroom door after her. 

I sat looking at Kathy for a little while. 

She was curled up on the edge of the bed, breathing deeply and steadily. She was pale and looked young and vulnerable. 

She didn't stir as I stroked her naked body.

Then it dawned on me what she'd actually been telling me last night in the laundry. She was a virgin - or at least she had been until about four hours ago - and she'd wanted me to make love to her. 

I hadn't exactly done that. There was dried cum all over her face and matting her long hair. 

I suddenly felt guilty about it but it didn't stop me getting hard again as I ran my hands across her breasts. 

Then she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Where's Naomi?" she asked. 

"Sleeping downstairs," I replied. 

"Oh," she said, rolling over to face me. 

She looked down at my erection then back at my face. 

"Make love to me," she whispered. 

So I did.

For several minutes, we did nothing more than kiss while running our hands over each other's bodies.

She moaned softly as I slipped down from her throat to her breasts and my lips closed on her sensitive nipples, and she shuddered as I gently stroked her clitoris, arousing her before finally climbing between her parted thighs and pushing my hard cock into her young pussy.

This time she was gushing wet from the outset as I once again felt the utterly delicious velvety tightness of her vagina around my erection.

"Oh yes! Oh, fill me!" she groaned, welcoming my hardness sliding easily into her and I commenced a gentle thrusting punctuated by her excited, breathless whispers in my ear: "Oh yes! Oh, darling! Oh yes! Oh yes!"

Her hips rose subtlely to meet mine and we gathered speed together until, barely two minutes after I had penetrated her, she held me tightly to her, crying out a lurching, frantic orgasm under me as I thrust deeply and released my semen into her.




Naomi's Birthday Threesome



I didn't withdraw from her until my erection was completely gone and, even then, reluctantly.

We almost fell asleep in one another's arms but she finally roused herself.

"I'd better go," she said. I lay and watched as she dressed in front of me without the slightest hint of self-consciousness.

Then she sat back down on the bed and kissed me.

"See you at work on Monday?" she said.

"Of course," I replied.

"Good."

She stopped at the bedroom door, her hand resting on the handle and turned back to me, nervous again.

"You don't need to worry about it," she said, "but I love you."

Then she slipped out quickly before giving me a chance to respond.

-----

Postscript: It was two years later that Naomi and I split up for reasons completely unrelated to that night.

By then Kathy was calling herself Kati. We'll have been married 13 years next Spring. 



Naomi's Boy Toy



I am employed by a livery service in Los Angeles. Our service is often utilized by various celebrities because of a well-deserved reputation for discretion and excellent service. It's a job I enjoy greatly, not least because of the opportunity to share the occasional sexual fling with one of my famous passengers.

These flings are always at the instigation of my passenger. I value the work too much to go making unwelcome advances. Now don't get the wrong idea. It doesn't happen with everyone that gets in my car. It seems to be a matter of circumstances being just right. I just don't bother writing about the typical drive 'em here, drive 'em there, take 'em home assignments. I would rather make known the tales of the tails I've known.

Some of the tales are pretty standard in terms of the sexual activity. They just happen to involve people that are well-known entertainers and such. On the other hand, I have had a few adventures that went beyond what is typically classified as "normal" sex; they would most likely be classified as "kinky". The first time this happened was with fashion model Naomi Campbell.

My assignment was to drive up to Ventura, about an hour north of Los Angeles, to pick up Miss Campbell and bring her back to the city. I made good time on the drive up and arrived about 20 minutes before I was expected. I parked the limousine outside the address I was given and went into the lobby.

It was a large office building with several floors and a number of offices listed on the directory. I hadn't been given any specific instructions beyond the address but I noticed a photography studio listed for the third floor. I figured that was good bet, especially considering it was a Saturday afternoon and the other businesses were likely closed. I took the elevator to the third floor and when the doors opened, I found myself standing in front of a reception desk manned by a young blonde wearing a telephone headset.

She was speaking into the phone so I waited patiently until she finished and explained why I was there. It turned out I was at the correct location and the receptionist indicated that I should have a seat while she notified Miss Campbell that I had arrived.

Several minutes later, she called to me and told me I could go ahead to the dressing room, as the shoot was finished and Miss Campbell would probably need assistance with her bags. I followed her instructions down a hallway and knocked on a door that said "Dressing Room".

A voice loudly called for me to come in, so I opened the door and walked inside. There were quite a few people inside, some who appeared to be other models and some who appeared to be aides and assistants of both sexes. Before I had a chance to say anything, an older woman approached and asked if she could help me. I explained who I was and she indicated a tall black woman in the corner, seated at a makeup table with her back to me.

I moved across the room and cleared my throat, then spoke her name. She stood and turned to face me. She was wearing a yellow knit mini-skirt and a matching yellow tube top. The top was low on her chest and revealed her tits almost to her nipples, which were poking out through the material. I guess I was staring noticeably, because she put her finger under my chin, tilted my head up so I was looking at her face and said "I'm up here."

I was pretty embarrassed to have been caught ogling her and I felt my cheeks flush. She laughed at my reddened face and gave me a little pat on the head. I dropped my eyes completely to the floor, noticing in the process that she was barefoot.

"Aw, don't be that way. Men just can't help themselves. What's your name, handsome?" she inquired.

I introduced myself and explained that I was her chauffeur for her ride back to Los Angeles. She nodded and indicated several nearby pieces of luggage, asking if I could carry them for her. I grabbed the bags and turned to lead her out. As I passed by her, I gave a gasp and a little jump as she pinched my ass, hard.

"Yeah, I like that!" she murmured, then called out to the other folks in the dressing room. "Good-bye all! Me and my boy toy gotta hit the road."

I felt myself blushing again and found myself wondering if she was going to be like this the entire ride. I wasn't used to such flirtatious behavior and found it kind of intimidating. The typical passenger was much more low-key.

We rode the elevator down to the lobby and I led the way to the car. I opened the trunk and as I was stowing the bags, her hand snaked down between my legs to fondle my balls. I gave a start and banged my head on the trunk lid, causing her to laugh.

I was a little upset at this but kept my cool, knowing it was only a short ride back to L.A. When I closed the trunk and turned towards the sidewalk, Miss Campbell was standing on the edge of the curb. The additional height of the curb put her tits right at my eye level and I couldn't help taking another look. After all, they were barely covered and the sight of her hard nipples pressing against the fabric was riveting.

I abruptly realized I was staring and looked away, blushing for the third time. I was silently cursing myself. I am normally pretty blasé around beautiful women, having become slightly inured to their presence during my years of driving. This one, however, was brazenly sexual and enjoying my discomfort. Then she made it even worse for me.

"Well, I better do this or you'll drive us off the road thinking about my tits." As she said this, she pulled the front of her tube top down so her tits flopped free of the material. She cupped them in her hands and told me to go ahead and look.

In spite of myself, I did look, briefly, then turned my head and reached for her car door. I was completely rattled by now and desperate to get on the road. She let go of her boobs but made no move to cover them, instead strolling casually over to the open door and sliding into the back seat. I closed the door as soon as I could, amazed at the whole episode.

I stood outside the car for a minute, taking a few deep breaths and trying to focus. I was telling myself to be a professional; just finish the assignment and let it go. I was sweating and uncomfortably aware that her antics had given me the beginnings on an erection. I unconsciously moved my hand to make my cock sit a little more comfortably and her door popped open.

Naomi was grinning widely at me and I noticed she had still not put her tits back into the top. She called to me rather loudly to stop playing with myself and get back to business. I was totally chagrined and felt like a sixth grade kid as I opened the drivers door and gratefully slid into my seat.

I headed out to the freeway, glad to finally be off and driving. In a few minutes, we were back on the 405, heading south to Los Angeles. I found my mind wandering over the events of the last few minutes and had to brake hard to avoid a car merging onto the freeway ahead of me.

Almost immediately, the intercom connecting the driver to the passenger compartment buzzed and I heard Miss Campbell's voice mocking me.

"Keep your mind on the road, Henry, not on my tits. We want to get here alive, don't we?"

I cursed to myself and despite everything, I found myself wondering if she had even put her tits back into her tube top. I unconsciously slowed down to about 50 miles an hour and came out of my reverie when the car behind me blew it's horn.

Again the intercom buzzed and Naomi fired off another shot. "I think you ought to speed up, Henry. We do want to get there today. Don't make me give you a spanking!"

I quickly brought the car back up to speed, and flipped on the air conditioning to combat the sweat pouring down my face. Damn, this assignment was turning into a nightmare. All I wanted was to finish the job and find the nearest bar.

Traffic was normal for a Saturday afternoon and we were making fairly good time. My passenger was quiet for fifteen minutes or so and I started to think she had tired of toying with me. Not hardly!

The intercom crackled once more. I was beginning to hate the damn thing and found myself gritting my teeth as I waited for her to speak.

"So, Henry, what other services you provide besides driving?"

I didn't say anything, afraid that whatever I said would simply provide more ammunition for her to continue teasing me. However, she wasn't willing to let things rest.

"Henry, are you mad at me? I'm just playing with you, sweetheart. Tell me you're not angry."

"No, I'm not mad, Miss Campbell."

"Ooh, 'Miss Campbell'. I like the way you say that. I like any man that knows the ladies are in charge. Long as a man does what I tell him, I won't hurt him much."

My mind was spinning now. I couldn't figure out what she was trying to do. Was she just trying to see how far she could push things or was she leading up to a proposal? Nothing in my past experience had prepared me for this and I was bewildered as to what to do or say. I finally decided that I should just be patient and remind myself that it was just a job.

I continued to make good time, probably because I was exceeding the speed limit in my desire to finish my assignment. Traffic had thinned out and I was able to set the cruise control and relax a little bit.

We were about five minutes from her hotel now and I began to breathe a little easier. She hadn't spoken in almost 20 minutes when the freaking intercom buzzed again. Her voice was pitched a little different now and she seemed serious when she spoke.

"So how's the action in this town, Henry?"

I named a few of the clubs that where currently popular among the jet set and gave a brief rundown of each one. I also identified a few restaurants, unsure what her intentions were.

She sighed and spoke in a voice of pity, "Poor Henry. He don't understand the difference between action and dinner. Honey, you ever hear of sex? You know, the horizontal mambo, doin' the nasty, getting' it on? I think Naomi got to do right by you. You don't get out much."

I sighed to myself, partly in frustration but mostly in relief that the assignment nearly complete. I was pulling up in front of the hotel now and the longest ride of my life was almost over. I pulled to the curb and noticed the bellhop was busy unloading a car ahead of me. Not wanting prolong things any longer than necessary, I hopped out and practically ran around the car to open her door.

She was sitting in the middle of the wide rear seat, and I was glad to see she had covered herself up again. She grinned at me and winked as her hands slid under her miniskirt. To my utter astonishment, she lifted her hips off the seat and slid a pair of panties down her legs. One foot came out of the panties and she extended the other leg towards me, pressing the sole of her foot against my crotch and letting the underwear dangle from her toes.

"Here's your tip, Henry. Take them with my compliments."

My jaw was gaped open and I numbly reached forward and took the silky fabric in my hand. I stood there, dumbfounded, as she slid towards the door. She very deliberately brushed her tits against me as she stood up and I felt my dick swelling in my pants. She gave my cock a quick squeeze and told me to come up to her room in half an hour if I wanted a bigger reward.

She called to the bellhop to come get her bags and turned back to me. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered to me in a sexy voice.

"If you do come up, Henry, I'll show you what I mean by action. Only two rules: you do whatever I tell you to and you wear those panties when you knock on my door. Room 617, half an hour."

Then she turned and walked away without a backward glance. My eyes were glued to her long legs and swaying ass, now covered only by her tight yellow mini skirt. I stood there like an idiot until the bellhop broke the trance, asking me to open the trunk. I realized I was still holding her underwear in my hand and quickly shoved them in my pocket before letting him in to get Miss Campbell's luggage.

I climbed back behind the wheel and sat there, stunned beyond belief. Had she really just invited me up to her room? Granted, I had seen my job bring some action my way in the past, but not like this. I thought about pinching myself to see if I was dreaming and only reminded myself that she had given my ass a solid pinch within a minute of meeting me. I reached into my pocket and sure enough, a tiny pair of lace panties were now in my possession.

The bellboy had long since finished unloading the trunk and must have been annoyed that I was blocking the driveway. I jumped in surprise when he knocked on my window and I hastily balled the panties up in my hand. I started the car and pulled out of the hotel, automatically heading towards the dispatch office.

Something made me pull over to the curb. The entire sequence of events since my arrival in Ventura ran through my head. I thought of how she had flashed her tits, and her comment that if a man did what she wanted, she wouldn't hurt him much. I began to get an erection and then the memory of her peeling off her panties and extending her leg came into my head. I could almost feel her tits brushing against me and her hand squeezing my cock. I realized that I was sweating again and that my cock was fully erect.

I was still puzzled by the whole thing and scared to return to her hotel. I was equally afraid of missing the chance to see what would happen in her room. I had been with my share of women before but I had never felt so overwhelmed by any of them. The whole episode had been kind of humiliating but her blatant sexuality had kept me strangely excited. For several moments, fear wrestled with arousal and curiosity, and in the end, arousal and curiosity carried the day.

I headed back to the hotel, very aware that almost 20 minutes had passed since she had extended her offer, or challenge or ultimatum, whatever the hell it was. I parked in the garage under the hotel and, feeling like a fool, removed my own boxer shorts and put on the underwear Miss Campbell had given me.

They were thong type panties, made from satin or silk or something. I had no trouble drawing them up to my waist, but the tiny triangle in front didn't have much room for my hard-on. The head of my dick poked out of the side and what was concealed by the fabric was tightly confined. The elastic band running between my ass cheeks felt pretty weird and I couldn't believe I was sitting in a hotel parking garage putting on women's underwear.

I realized I had to get a move on and hurriedly pulled my pants back up, then tied my shoes, which I had removed to get the pants off. I was sweating again, and used my handkerchief to wipe off my neck and face. Then I walked quickly to the elevator.

As I waited for a car to arrive, I realized that my crotch was bulging with my erection and the silky fabric rubbing against the head was keeping me stimulated. I tried to think about something other than sex, but of course that was impossible. I was hoping no one would board the elevator, as my arousal would be obvious.

Naturally, two attractive women in the late twenties boarded at the lobby level. They exited at the third floor and I heard them giggle at some comment one of them made. Although I had no way of knowing if I was the subject of their laughter, I was humiliated at the whole thing and was grateful to reach the sixth floor.

I half ran to the door of room 617 and took a few deep breaths, trying to settle myself down. I thought briefly of running back to the elevator and getting the hell out. Was I nuts? Granted, Miss Campbell was absolutely beautiful but did I really want to subject myself to her whims? My mind was still filled with doubt and my mind seemed separated from my body as I watched my hand reach out and knock on her door, timidly at first then with a solid thump.

Nothing happened for a full minute and I was almost happy, thinking she had changed her mind. Then the feeling of my cock wedged into the tight panties I was wearing reminded me that I was sexually primed and I reconsidered. I reached out to knock again but before my hand connected, the door swung open.

I inhaled sharply at the vision before me. She had obviously showered during the previous half hour, as her hair was still damp. She was wearing a sheer white robe that barely reached past her crotch. She had white mules on her feet, with a three inch heel and little puffs of white on the single straps that ran across her feet. The added height of the slippers made her about an inch taller than myself and she seemed to tower above me as she stepped up close to me.

She ran her hand down my cheek and smiled as she spoke, "Well, well, little Henry is braver than I thought. Are you wearing my panties, honey?"

I nodded my head twice, entranced by the sight of her. The double thickness of the robe where it was folded across her front didn't conceal much, It was obvious she was nude beneath the thin fabric and I could see the shadow of her nipples. She crossed her arms across her chest and I heard in her voice the same mocking tone she had used earlier.

"Cat got your tongue, Henry? A gentleman doesn't nod his head, he answers politely and respectfully. I ask you again, are you wearing my panties?"

"Yes, Miss Campbell. I did as you asked."

"I didn't ask, Henry. I told you. Just as I will tell you what to do the entire time you are in my room. Are you going to be a good little toy? Believe me, I'd enjoy giving that tight little ass of yours a good spanking.

To be honest, her words scared me. I had never had any S/M experiences but I knew that to plenty of people, it was a big part of their sex lives. I also knew she meant what she said. She was calling the shots and if I entered that room, it would be under her terms. My throat went dry at the thought but I was too far lost in her sexual web. I licked my lips nervously and told her I was ready to what she told me.

"Yes, Miss Campbell. I'll be a good little toy. You're the boss here."

"Let's see how well you can listen. Kneel on all fours."

Because of her position in the doorway, I was entirely in the hallway as I did as she ordered. I was embarrassed to be kneeling outside her room like a dog begging to be let in, but I was committed now to seeing where this would take me.

Her feet were directly under my nose and I heard her tell me to kiss her toes. I obediently dropped my head and pressed my lips against the toes of each foot. Apparently I had passed first test, for she stood to the side and told me to crawl into the middle of the room and stay on all fours.

I did as she said, my face burning with shame and my cock pulsing with delight. I heard her foot steps and her feet and lower legs passed through my field of vision as she settled onto a sofa in front of me. I couldn't resist the urge to look towards her pussy but she wasn't going to allow me any cheap thrills.

"Eyes on the ground, Henry. You look at me when I tell you to, not before. Understand?"

"Yes, Miss Campbell. I'm sorry, ma'am."

"Good. Now then, lets get a look at you in those panties. Stay on the floor as you undress."

It was difficult to remove my uniform in such a manner but in a few minutes, I was kneeling on all fours once again, this time wearing only a tiny pair of ladies underwear. I could feel my cock poking from the side of the front panel as I waited for her next command.

Two full minutes passed before she spoke again. She told me to crawl forward and sit back so that my ass was resting on my lower legs. I did as she told me, and then spread my legs apart when she ordered. She noticed my dick wasn't fully covered by the panties and ordered me to stand up. When I did so, she adjusted them so my cock head was trapped in the front of the underwear. This left a gap at the top where my cock bent within the confinement and she seems pleased with the obscene picture this created.




Naomi's Boy Toy



She motioned for me to return to the floor and I sat back on my legs with my knees apart. She murmured an approval of my obedience, the slipped one foot from its slipper and extended it to my lips. I needed no orders to realize what she wanted and I took it gently in my hands. I planted soft kisses along the tip of each toe, then ran my tongue up the top of her foot to her ankles. I licked the top of her foot until my tongue had explored every inch, then began licking the bottom of her foot as well.

I had never done more than kiss a few toes in the past, but a pretty foot on a shapely leg had always presented a sexy sight to me. Now, under the orders of a woman I had first met just hours before, I found that I was eager to explore this particular fetish. I ran my tongue along the sole of her foot for a few minutes, then moved my lips back to her toes. I started with the big toe and sucked each one into my mouth in turn, letting my tongue run over them as I did so. When I finished with the little toe, I worked my way back to her big toe and kissed the top of her foot again.

If she was pleased with my efforts, she gave no sign whatsoever. She simply lowered that foot to my crotch and moved the second foot to my lips. As I repeated the treatment on her second foot, the first one idly rubbed my cock and balls. Occasionally her long toes would squeeze me through the fabric. While at other times she simply rubbed it back and forth across my swollen erection. When I finished with her second foot, she let it drop to join the other in my lap and she spoke for the first time in almost fifteen minutes.

"Don't I get a thank you for allowing you that pleasure?" she asked imperiously.

I was profuse in my thanks, aware of how I must look and sound, kneeling at a woman's feet, clad only in a pair of her panties, telling her how glad I was that she had allowed me to suck her toes. I found the picture humiliating but truth to tell, the whole thing had gotten me even more excited.

I wondered to myself just what was happening to me. Within a few hours this woman had turned me into her foot licking love slave and I was glad to be there. I was confused at my response to her manner and at the same time, eager to obey her next command. She didn't make me wait long.

"Bring me your necktie, Henry," she demanded quietly.

Without even thinking about it, I stood and carried it over to her, wondering what she had in mind. When I stood in front of her, I knew instantly that she was displeased.

"Henry, did I tell you it was okay to stand up?" she snapped at me.

Humbly, I replied that she hadn't, that I had acted without thinking at that I was sorry. I dropped back down to the sitting position I had been in earlier and apologized for standing. She knelt down behind me and told me to cross my wrists behind my back. I did so and she began to tie my wrists together, using the necktie I had just handed her. I panicked at the thought of being restrained but kept my worries to myself. I had just upset her and I was afraid another error on my part would end the entire affair.

Once she had my hands tied securely, she sat back down in the middle of the sofa. I kept my eyes down but I could feel her gaze burning into me. When she spoke, her voice carried an icy tone and I shivered involuntarily.

"You have displeased me, Henry. If you want to stay here in my room, you'll need to be punished. Come lay down across my lap."

With my hands tied together behind my back, it was difficult to get myself moving. I lurched to my knees, stumbling against her legs in the process. She pushed me away and I fell over on my back. She tapped her foot impatiently while I rolled over on my belly and struggled back to my knees. After a few minutes, I managed to get myself in position across her knees, my body stretched lengthwise along the sofa.

My cock was bent painfully against her leg and I wiggled to try and find some relief. She raised her hand and brought it sharply down on my ass. I cried out, more in surprise than pain, and she hit me again, harder this time. This blow did hurt and I felt a glow begin to spread across my ass.

"Stay still and this will be over quickly. Fight me and I'll spank you until you cry," she said through clenched teeth.

I stopped moving and prayed for control. She continued spanking my ass, moving her hand around to reach every square inch. Some blows were almost gentle taps, while others were hard enough that I was barely able to stay still. After about fifteens slaps to each cheek, she stopped hitting me and began to rub the burning cheeks of my ass. I hadn't been punished like this in over 15 years and the combination of my stinging ass and the humiliation of it all very nearly did bring me to tears.

As she rubbed my flesh in a tender fashion, she asked me if I had learned my lesson. I assured her that in the future, I would stay on the floor unless she told me to do otherwise. She suggested I thank her for the discipline and I did so, not really meaning it but afraid she would start again if I didn't. Satisfied with my apparent regret, she removed me from her lap by simply pushing me onto the floor. I hadn't been expecting this and I fell heavily downward. I spun slightly as I landed, which brought my ass underneath. My already sore butt slammed into the floor forcefully and I grunted in pain.

She told me to get back in the sitting position and I struggled to do so. I managed to position myself as she ordered and she stood on front of me, only inches away. She undid the belt holding her robe closed and let the garment slip from her shoulders. Her ebony skin gleamed before my eyes and my cock, which had lost some of its enthusiasm during my spanking, was instantly erect again.

My head was directly opposite her pussy and I could see that she kept her cunt lips free of pubic hair. In fact, the only hair visible was a small tuft just above her clit. I could smell her arousal and her labia glistened with moisture. She told me to kiss her pussy and I awkwardly twisted my head to plant a kiss on her outer lips.

She sat down with her ass on the edge of the sofa and leaned back, spreading her legs as she did so. As she moved her legs apart, her cunt opened before me like a flower and the pink interior was exposed. She told me to eat her and I moved forward until my mouth was at her crotch.

Leaning in close, I pressed my lips against her pussy and let them slide along the slippery wetness until I reached her clit. My tongue poked from between my lips and circled her clit, eliciting a groan from Miss Campbell. Encouraged, I sucked the hard nub into my mouth and held it there, sucking lightly as my tongue flicked back and forth. I felt her hands grip the back of my head and she pulled my face directly into her crotch.

"Lick that wet cunt, Henry! Be my good little cunt lapper. Make Naomi happy!" she ordered me.

Obligingly I continued to suck on her clit. My shoulders ached from the strain of my bound arms but I kept my attention focused on licking and sucking her pussy. Her hips began to buck towards my mouth and let my tongue wander from her clit down to her sloppy wet hole. I probed as deeply as I could and sucked her juices into my mouth. She moaned again and I felt her legs cross behind my head, forcing my face even deeper into her crotch.

After ten or so minutes of exploring her cunt with my tongue, I felt her hands in my hair as she used her grip to maneuver my mouth back to the top of her pussy. Having no doubt about what she wanted, I again sucked the engorged flesh into my mouth and ran my tongue back and forth as fast as I could, maintaining constant contact with her clit.

She began to moan with pleasure and give me vocal encouragement as her orgasm approached.

"Yeah, baby, oh yeah. Right there, baby. Suck it, baby. Suck it! Eat that pussy, Henry. Be my good little cunt lapper. Make Naomi happy. Do it, do it. Make Naomi come!"

I had been trapped between her legs for about twenty minutes by this time and my jaw began to ache. I wanted to stop for a second but fear of her reaction brought a second wind to my efforts and I attacked her cunt with renewed enthusiasm.

Her pussy continued to flow with an unbelievable amount of moisture. My face and cheeks were covered with her juice and I even felt some running down my neck. Her hips were completely off the cushions of the sofa now, her legs crossed behind my head and her shoulders against the back of the couch the only points at which she was supported. This forced my face deeper into her crotch and meant that my shoulders were supporting the majority of her weight.

In the back of my mind, I was worried about her legs snapping my neck as they squeezed my head between them. Her rising excitement was controlling her actions now and she was screaming at me to make her come. I frantically licked and sucked on her clit and suddenly her hips relaxed, dropping her ass back to the sofa. Naturally my head, being trapped tightly between her thighs, was pulled down along with her.

Her moans increased and she began to shake and wiggle as she came. Her cunt was now like a faucet of sticky juice and her hands gripped my hair as her hips thrust up in the air. She shook with orgasm for several minutes before her thighs relaxed and I could pull my head free to gasp air into my starving lungs.

We were both panting heavily, her in passion and me in exertion. We stayed as we were for a few minutes, her sitting back on the sofa with her legs spread, me between those legs with pussy juice smeared all around my cheeks. My breath returned fairly quickly and I was trying to regain enough balance to sit back on my legs when she smiled down at me.

"Don't be thinking about leaving, honey! Naomi wants another one!"

Without any ceremony or thought for me, she yanked my head forward until my face was once again mashed into her cunt. My aching jaws parted automatically and I began to lick up and down her slimy slit, teasing the fleshly lips of her cunt as I sucked up the dew glistening on them. Her hands held my head firmly in place and she began to direct my actions using a combination of words and hair pulling to make her wishes known.

"Come on, cunt lapper. Lick that pussy clean. Right there, baby, right there. Lick me right there! Suck those pussy lips, baby, suck all of me! Do Naomi good, baby! Do me right, do me good and do me now!"

My neck was beginning to feel the strain of being forced into her crotch and my knees were aching from kneeling on the floor the last half hour. These feelings were nothing, however, compared to the ache in my cock and balls. Confined as they were by the skimpy material of Miss Campbell's panties, and extremely aroused by the events of the day, a steady straining for freedom was rapidly becoming painful. I badly needed to relieve the pressure in some way. Unfortunately for me, I couldn't move far enough forward to rub my crotch against the front of the sofa. I resigned myself to suffer blue balls until my own relief was granted.

Her directions were now focused on keeping her clit stimulated and I forced myself to double my efforts. Luckily for me, she was as horny as I was and her orgasm required less work than previously. She began to thrash back and forth on the cushions, careful to keep me centered on her clit. I licked and sucked as though my life depended on it and soon enough she began to twitch and the flow of juice from her cunt began once more.

She found her voice again and began to coo happily to herself as her orgasm approached.

"Oh, yeah, that's good. That's real good. Naomi loves a good cunt licking. Make Naomi happy, baby! Eat that pussy! Eat it good. Yeah, that's right, that's it! I'm gonna cum now, baby! I'm gonna cum all over your face. Fuck me with that tongue, baby! Fuck me with that tongue, you cunt lapper! Oh yeah, that's it, baby! I'm cumming now, baby, right now! Don't stop baby, keep me cumming, keep me cumming!"

She was gasping and moaning once again as she reached her peak and kept up my clit licking until she pushed me away from her crotch. With aching neck and jaws, I settled back as best I could, desperately hoping for some relief of my own. I had forgotten, however, that I was at the mercy of a woman far more concerned with her own pleasure than mine.

She pushed me roughly backwards until I fell onto my back, my bound hands trapped underneath me. She yanked the front of the panties down past my balls and my pulsing cock sprung free, slapping back against my belly and leaving a smear of my pre-cum on my lower abdomen. She climbed right on top of me and impaled herself fully on my dick. The entire length slid smoothly inside her and for a brief second, I thought I was going to cum right then and there.

Her pussy was hot and tight and wetter than I could believe. The velvet softness that gripped my hard-on quickly distracted me from the pain caused by my trapped arms and I began to buck upwards against her crotch.

My attempts to control the activity, however, were not in line with Miss Cam-bell's own plans. She pinched my right nipple firmly between her fingers and twisted viciously. I involuntarily yelped in pain and tried to throw her off me. In my position, I had no leverage, however, and so I settled back down. She released the nipple and leaned down to suck it into her mouth. The tender treatment did relieve some of the pain but I was still upset and confused at her actions.

Before I could question her about it, she answered my question all on her own. "I told you in my room you do what I say. Lay still and let me get my fucking!"

With that she resumed her slow movements up and down my shaft, rising up until my cock almost slipped free before plunging back down to drive my cock into her. I resigned myself to letting her set the pace and relaxed as best I could under the circumstances.

She continued to hump my dick for about ten minutes, never moving fast enough to allow me to reach my own orgasm. Occasionally she would lean over and order me to suck her tits and nipples, then letting them brush across my face before resuming her slow grind atop my cock.

The anticipation was killing me and moaned a few times in frustration. The only response from my rider was a grin and a set of tits in the face.

"What's the matter, baby! Ain't Naomi showing you a good time? I'm damn sure enjoying myself!"

She happily resumed her ride after these words and it was fully another five minutes before I noticed she had broken out in a light sheen of sweat. Her eyes were closed and she was muttering to herself as she blew her breath out in short pants. I couldn't make any words out but it was obvious she getting very close to cumming again.

She began to move much more quickly, bouncing vigorously up and down. Her hand founds its way between her legs and she began to manipulate her clit in rhythm with her bouncing. The speed of her motions increased my own stimulation and I felt my balls tighten as I got closer to cumming.

Suddenly it was upon me. I gave a loud cry and, despite my earlier warning, bucked up against Miss Campbell. My cock throbbed as my cum began to spurt from me and fill her cunt. She made no attempt to stop me or admonish me and I was glad that she wasn't going to wig out over the matter.

In fact, she wasn't paying too much attention to me at all. She was focused on the fingers that flew across her clit. It was one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. One of the worlds top supermodels, riding up and down on my squirting cock as she masturbated without any sense of shame. She shuddered a few times while I was watching, then suddenly she stopped her movements and moaned loudly.

I could only assume she had cum again, as she paid me no attention at all. She kept her eyes closed and let her hands wander all over herself, caressing and rubbing her chest and shoulders. Abruptly her eyes flew open and she fixed me with a wicked grin. She lifted herself from my slackening erection and in one swift motion planted her knees on either side of my head, placing her cunt in perfect position for some more oral attention. I was in no position to argue, and in spite of the gross-out factor created by a cunt full of cum suddenly plopping itself down on my face, I began to eat her pussy once more.

I had to swallow as I licked, thereby averting the danger of drowning in a pool of our combined juices. I had tasted my cum before, but never had a been literally forced to swallow it. I was too tired and sore to argue, and in any case I didn't think my objections would count for very much. All things considered, it seemed to me I was best off licking her pussy clean.

With my mental reservations set aside, I went after her like a man possessed. I forced my tongue into every crevice and corner or her twat, sucking down whatever moisture I encountered. Her cunt lips, her clit and her pussy hole itself all felt the presence of my probing tongue.

Miss Campbell squealed happily at my devoted explorations. She ground her crotch down against my face, stimulating her clit and squeezing more moisture from her insides. Once more she began to moan and suddenly she shouted at me to "..suck her fucking clit and don't stop."

As ordered, I took her clit in my mouth and went to work. I let my teeth capture the swelled bud and nipped gently before sucking it into my mouth, where I could manipulate it with my tongue. Her pussy was a steady flow of her juice now and I was amazed at the quantity. It coated my face, cheeks and neck and still poured forth from her. Finally she gave a half scream and began moving herself around on my face, grinding away as she came. Within a few minutes, it was over and she slumped down onto the floor beside.

As I waited for her to recover, I became aware of how much my arms hurt from being tied behind my back. I began to wriggle around, hoping to get onto my stomach or at least my side. Just as I was about to give up, Miss Campbell sat up and helped me to a sitting position. She quickly untied my wrists and rubbed my aching limbs as the blood began to flow back into them.

At the same time, I began to take stock of myself. I ached in a hundred different places and I was almost entirely covered from crotch to forehead by pussy juice diluted with male cum. I had a tiny pair of women's panties around my upper thighs and severe cotton mouth. A top super model had seduced me into being her love slave and I had loved it. Yes, I reflected, this is definitely one to write down "for the record".