"The Forgotten": A post-apocalyptic tale

[Alice2015]

Adeline and John in the Monitoring Station:

“What if Spencer would rather just have me?” John asked with a smile. “I am prettier and have a tighter ass.”

Adeline laughed, reaching out a hand to slap the man on that pretty and tight bum of his. "You're right about that."

"Though, yours is remarkably beautiful, for a girl.”

"For a mere girl," she laughed, kissing him again while caressing her hands over his body.

“Maybe we can convince him on that three way,” John said.

"I'm sure it won't take much," she whispered as his lips found her neck. A shiver ran through her body, raising hundreds if not thousands of goosebumps up and down her arms and legs.

“I smell cologne,” John whispered in her ear. “Spencer’s.”

She ignored the question, instead reaching for the zipper of her standard issue coveralls and pulled it down her front side. With a desperate tone, she told him, "I don't wanna wait. I need your mouth on me ... and your cock in me."

She pulled the coveralls off her shoulders, exposing her unbridled breasts, begging, "Get me out of these."

 

[Alice2015]

Leslie and Spencer in the Infirmary; Spencer goes to the Monitoring Station:

The pair of doctors had gotten the list of potential mental health Stiffs to reanimate and were still reading their files when Alice contacted them to say that the retrieval of one of the shrinks was off until tomorrow. Neither of them fought her; they each had other thoughts of how best to use their newly instituted weekend.

Leslie headed out and, once out of the man's hearing, asked Bertha where she could find Ty. With that answered, she headed her lover's direction with the intention to invite him to her bed. It had been days since they'd had sex, and she missed him horribly.

For his part, Spencer hung behind just long enough to get Leslie out of his hearing range, then asked Bertha the same question about both John and Adeline. They were both in the Monitoring Station, which didn't surprise him much because of the duties they shared.

He crossed the Level 1 foyer from the Infirmary and began pulling open the door, stopping quickly at seeing the female third of his previous threesome desperately pulling her clothing from her torso, bearing her perfect, firm tits while the second male third of their ménage à trois hovered over her. Spencer paused, both intrigued by what he was seeing and not wanting to interrupt.

He wanted to join in, of course, and -- while unknown to him -- John wanted him to join in. But if he were to be honest, Spencer enjoyed watching sex almost as much as being part of it. He looked toward the Level 1 hallway to ensure that Leslie had in fact departed, then ever so quietly slipped into the Monitoring Station and closed the door behind. His current location was not well lit, and his movement wasn't detected by the other two.

Would he get away with simply standing here, taking in the view?

 

[Alice2015]

Marcia, in Berthing:

Of all of the Community members, Marcia was the only one who wasn't looking for or currently engaged in some form or sexual interaction. She didn't know when she'd be ready for sex again. Oh, she still had Adeline, of course. And laying with Jo had been very nice and -- while nothing had happened -- Marcia presumed that the option was there.

But right now, she was perfectly fine with sitting in the TV room of the Level 4 berthing area's Commons -- it was more of a corner than a room -- watching old reruns of Friends, dubbed in Danish with Spanish subtitles, something she'd tried but failed to turn off.

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Rita with Lupo in the Yoga Studio:

Moving as Rita moved, Jo stepped forwards, kissing the young woman as her hands began sliding along smooth skin, feeling, exploring, and enjoying the sensation. Shifting from kissing her lips to her neck Jo enjoyed herself by giving Rita pleasure. Her hands moving to caress her firm buttocks through the thin material she wore. A thin material that jo pulled down and discarded as her fingers slipped down and along her companions personal bits.

Moving to her knees Jo licked and teased Rita much like Ty had, different, better. The fact that they were on the Yoga mats and anyone could walk past and see them didn’t matter to her. Not now.


Adeline and John: ​

Without hesitation John had he clothes off and his mouth was on her nipples, his hard cock was pressing against her bare thigh, his clothes having vanished like magic with hers. Without hesitation he pushed, thrusting up and into her. Either Spenser joined them or he didn’t. John was waiting. It could just be his smell from earlier. Right now John was buried balls deep inside Adeline and he wasn’t wasting the experience.

Marcia and Mac / Mac and Alice​

He hated using Bertha to locate people so finding her took a little longer than he expected, but the place only had a dozen viable floor and only half were common area’s.

Sliding onto the couch across from her Mac made a soft cough to get her attention. Then started talking. Afterwards he thought about a shower but saw Ty working out and Rita and lupo.. ‘working out’ on the Yoga mats. Turning he headed for Alice’s office. "Do you want to be inside of me ... as much as I want you inside of me?" he heard her ask from behind him.

“Yes, yes, I do.” He replied as he picked her up and carried her inside her office. Good thing she kept a clean and most bare desk...

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[The_Weeping_Angel]

Mac and Marcia:​

“I’d like to discuss something with you. It’ an option, and it is a viable one. I have several PhD’s one is bio-engineering. So I know chemicals and drugs and such. A PhD I was working on was Genome Matrix Restructuring, I was writing my dissertation when I got pulled into the project.”

“Instead of a long winded speech that I’ve been working on all day let me be blunt. I can, if you want, get you pregnant with Alaina’s baby. I already have what I need, except you. Let me now on Monday, or anytime before that.”​

 

[Alice2015]

Marcia and Mac in Berthing:
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She just about leapt out off the couch as Mac dropped onto the other end of it, immediately laughing, embarrassed. "Sorry. I didn't hear you coming." She looked around, finding no one else, particularly Alice. "You're supposed to be on your weekend. I would have thought you'd be resting and recuperating with the Captain."

She laughed again, explaining, "We all know, in case you didn't thing we did." She smiled, then asked, "So, what's up?"

“I’d like to discuss something with you," Mac began. "It’s an option, and it is a viable one."

Marcia began to get nervous, wondering if he was going to suggest something sexual between the three of them: her, Mac, and Alice. She had, after all, just been speaking about his sex life with Alice. But then he spoke about his education and work history.

Then he blew her away: "I can, if you want, get you pregnant with Alaina’s baby."

Marcia's eyes widened at his words; she sat up taller and turned to face him more directly as he continued, "I already have what I need, except you. Let me know on Monday, or any time before that.”

She continued to stare at Mac in shock. Being lesbian lovers who'd only known each other two weeks, they'd never discussed having children, particularly since Alaina had been so adamantly against the Garden of Eden Program's aims. Marcia wasn't against children or against having one or more of her own ... someday.

But to have Alaina's child...? That was ... wow ... something to which some thought must be put. Wasn't it? Marcia had loved Alaina more than she'd ever loved anyone before, despite the limited time they'd been together. It hadn't been only about sex; they'd loved each other, deeply!

Marcia looked down to her fingers as they clutched interlaced, then looked up and said, "I'll think about it." She paused a moment, then added, "Really. I mean that." Smiling again, she finished, "And ... thank you, Mac."

She watched the man stand and depart, then turned back to the television. She continued watching Friends without realizing that she hadn't unmuted it ... for two hours.

 

[Alice2015]

Alice and Mac in her office:

She laughed as Mac grasped her, one arm around her back, the other under her ass. He plopped her down on her desktop, and moments later they were far more undressed than they were dressed, and he was shoving his cock inside her. Alice cried out, short and sharp, at the stretching of her canal by his hardness.

Her hands found his bared ass, working with his thrusting to ensure she got all of his length. In no time, her cries of discomfort were replaced by cries of pleasure. Her knees parted farther; her heels found his back. Everything about Alice's embrace of Mac said Stay close, stay in me, don't slow, don't stop!

With the worse timing in the world, the facility's AI spoke up from the speaker they'd installed in the supply closet-turned-office: "Captain Walker, there is an issue with which--"

"BERTHA!" Alice hollered at the top of her lungs, going still as she stared toward the wall-mounted Comm panel as if it was Bertha.

"Yes, Captain Walker," the AI responded in her ever-calm voice.

"Is someone dead or dying?" Alice snapped, clarifying, "Someone who wasn't already dead or dying?"

"No, Captain Walker," Bertha responded.

"Is the bunker on fire...? Is it filling with deadly gas...? Are the lower floors flooding any more significantly than it was?"

"No, Captain Walker," the AI repeated.

"Are you interrupting me for anything that can't wait an hour...?" Alice asked.

Again, Bertha answered, "No, Captain Walker."

"Then leave me alone," she growled, adding, "please!"

Without hesitation, the AI spoke for the last time: "Yes, Captain Walker."

Looking back into Mac's eyes again, she smiled, dug her fingertips into the man's ass again, then said with humor, "Shall we continue?"

 

[The_Weeping_Angel]

Mac and Alice:​

“An hour?” Mac asked raising an eyebrow. “Should have said two.” And then he proceeded to show her why. Since she’d stopped moving while she argued with the facility computer he’s already moved down and started licking her during the coverstaion/arguement. But with that over he went to town. Or as they used to say.. he went downtown to the new all you could eat buffet and had lickalotapuss for breakfast, bearded taco for lunch, furburger for dinner, and tart pie for dessert. And went back for more.

He stayed that way until her thighs were blocking sound from his ears, her screams were echoing of the walls and she was begging for Jesus to come down and make him stop. He didn’t stop until her legs fell open limply from over exertion of the inner muscles do to all the orgasmic ‘feels’ she’d been feeling.

When he did stand up and lay his pipe at her doorway to heaven, fingers on his right hand were cramping, his jaw was aching and his cock was begging. Rocking his hips back and forth a few times he made sure his was nice and slippery, before he pulled back, changed the angle of his cock and pushed forwards. His eyes crossing in pleasure and pain. God she was so tight and warm, and slippery, and felt so fucking good. And tight. People often said old women were loose, like they’d taken a train. And those people were idiots. Alice had to be the oldest female int eh facility and the second tightest. Rita would be first according to the rumors.

With each thrust he was ploughing into her hard, his left hand on her hip – keeping her from sliding away when he thrust. His right was supporting him over her, sweat dripping from his nose to pool at the base of her throat. His chest was matted with sweat, and he’d need a at least a twenty minute shower to remove any evidence of sex.

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