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Natalie

was gasping, my chest was heaving as I stood regaining my composure. I
stood back and pulled my underpants up as Natalie turned and put on her
knickers.

"God almighty," she said as she sat next to me.

"I don't know," I said, "it sounded to us that you had a good time with Joe."

"I

did, but that was different in a way I can't describe." She said, "my
period will be here soon, and you won't want to shag me whilst I bleed."

That took me back to the early days with my late wife. "Elaine, my wife, was always super horny on her period," I said.

"What

did you do?" Natalie asked, "because I used to get really horny when I
was on, and I guess I will be in future, I don't know, I have been on
contraception for three years now, it may have affected me."

"Sometimes

we shagged in the shower, sometimes with towels under us, but usually
she inserted a tampon and we just sucked each other."

"You did what? Wow, I have never heard of that, and it didn't bother you, licking her cunt whilst it bled?"

"No,

and I would play with the string, you know, pulling it a little, that
used to drive Elaine wild, she always said she had more powerful orgasms
when she was on her period, not that the orgasms the rest of the time
were exactly small, God, she could scream."

"Oh my God. Perhaps we will find out of my period starts soon."

"Perhaps. I do suggest that you talk with Amanda though, she has been my bed partner since Alice got uncomfortable."

After dinner I showered and headed to my bedroom, Amanda was already there.

"You had fun earlier," she said.

"Indeed,"

I answered as I leant down to suckle her nipple, "but I don't speak
with my mouth full," I continued as my mouth sucked at her nipple.

"Good," she said, "I might well take a break, it is getting uncomfortable more and more."

I

didn't reply, my fingers were sliding down her crease and heading for
her entrance, my tongue still busy on her nipple. I circled her cunt and
then gently pressed two fingers inside, opening and closing them,
bending them in a beckoning motion and then straightening them and
finger shagging her.

She

stopped speaking, I heard her take sharp breaths, her back tensing, and
I released her nipple and went down and dabbed my tongue at her
clitoris, pressing up from inside as my tongue pressed down from
outside. Her gasps become deeper as my tongue stimulated her, her
pleasures must have been flowing, her voice, when she spoke, was
gibberish.

I eased my fingers out and moved up, covering her, and holding my cock I pressed it at her entrance and pushed.

"Oh

my fucking God," Amanda gasped as I filled her cunt with my cock,
pressing as far in as I could go, her swelling belly making her cunt
feel shorter than it used to. I eased back and my cock hovered at her
entrance, and her petals fluttered against the end of my cock. I pushed
back in, deep, again as deep as I could, my glans uncovered and my rim
squeegeeing her cunt walls.

My

pleasures were flowing from my cock and my breath was catching in my
throat, my gasps getting louder. There was no slap sounds, in deference
to her condition, I was not slapping on her belly, I was simply pressing
deep and pulling back, but our gasps and grunts must have echoed around
the bunker.

Amanda's

fingernails dug into my shoulders, her legs scrabbled on the bed and
her eyes bored into mine and then rolled back, just the whites visible
and she tensed, her cunt tightened and squeezed my cock hard and she
screamed her orgasm in my face as my balls emptied, my cock flooding her
occupied womb with my spunk, spurt after spurt after spurt.

"I miss us," Alice said when I was sat with her in her bedroom, the twins asleep in their cribs as we talked quietly.

"I

miss us too baby," I said, and I did. I hadn't been with many women
after Elaine died from cancer, I just didn't feel it, Elaine had
actually been my first, and our lovemaking had been a discovery of
pleasures. Everything I had experienced, I experienced first with
Elaine. With the few women since it just felt like fucking, and then
Alice happened.

With

Alice I had the pleasures that I had with Elaine, she had reawakened my
sexual desires, and I had enjoyed her and Amanda and now Natalie, but I
had a niggle at the back of my mind, I wanted to be with Alice again.

"I am healed," she said, "I am back to normal, and my hormones have stabilized and I want you. I want you inside me."

"Oh my, me too."

"But I don't want to step on any toes, it is some months since you and I were together and you have been with Amanda."

"I

have no doubt I will again, and with Natalie, but what I won't do is
initiate it. I feel happiest with you, and if you wanted to go with Joe,
that would be fine with me. I don't think I am explaining myself very
well."

"You are baby, perfectly. We are too small a community to allow jealousies to build. Move back into my bedroom."

"I

will. Let me talk to Amanda first though. She was okay with me going
with Natalie, I think she will be okay me going back to you."

"Hush now, you know what to do."

I

stood and slipped my underpants off, my cock pointing the way to Alice.
Alice raised her buttocks and pulled her knickers off, dropping them
off the bed onto the floor. At least we weren't on the medical room
style beds, they rattled, and we would, I was sure, make enough noise on
our own.

I

knelt at the foot of the bed and leant forward, pursing my lips and
blowing along her crease, watching her petals flutter; Alice gulped. My
forefinger eased between her labia and traced from her cunt up to her
clitoris, briefly pressed her button and then back down, circling her
entrance, dipping more and more inside.

"Oh

God, yes," Alice sighed, relaxing into the mattress, her arms splayed
either side, her milk filled boobs jiggling on her chest with her
arousal, my cock pressing painfully into the mattress. I nipped at her
clitoris with my teeth, pulling it, letting go, pressing with my tongue
and then licking around it. Alice gasped loudly, her pleasures flowing.

I

gently pressed two fingers through her opening and into her hot wet
depth. She said she was healed and okay, I was just being cautious. I
parted my fingers sideways, scissoring inside her, her fingers scrunched
the mattress. I closed my fingers and finger shagged her, out and in a
few times, and then with my fingers together, I made a beckoning motion,
stretching her cunt upwards rather than sideways.

"Oh

fuck," Alice gasped, gulping in air as her breathing seemed to falter.
As my fingers worked inside her I began to softly lick her clitoris,
occasionally lapping up and down, occasionally sideways. Beckoning
inside, stretching upwards as if to touch her clitoris from within.

"Argh,"

she shrieked loudly, her back arching upwards from the bed, her gasps
followed as her whole body pulsated, her cunt clamping my fingers,
squeezing them tightly within her. I eased my tongue away, an occasional
dab causing her to spasm almost violently.

"Stop,

stop," she gasped and I pulled away, my fingers released evacuated her
cunt, and I watched as her entrance pulsed, almost like a goldfish in a
bowl. She lay with her chest heaving and her fingers clutching and
releasing the mattress.

"Now," she whispered, "in me, now."

I

moved up the bed, covering her and my cock pressed at her entrance,
instinctively knowing exactly where to go. I flexed my hips and felt her
cunt opening around my cock as I pushed inwards.

"Yes

Adam, yes," she sighed as I penetrated her to her core, my cock filling
her, her cunt wrapping itself around me, almost vibrating as it pulsed
on my cock. My pleasures were flowing, my breath coming in short pants,
Alice beneath me gasping as my cock buried itself in her. I pulled back,
my cock at her entrance, hovering, waiting.

I

gave the order and my cock plunged back inside her, the slap of my
stomach crashing against hers echoing around the bunker, her gasp
joining it, our sounds making a symphony of sex. I shagged with an
intensity I had forgotten. My intentions had been to be gentle, but they
went out of the proverbial window, I shagged and I shagged hard.

My

back was screaming as Alice's fingernails dug in, almost engraving my
shoulder blades, my balls were bouncing of her thighs and my tensions
growing, I knew I wouldn't be much longer.

"Oh

God," Alice panted and her cunt tightened, signals sent to my balls and
they erupted, filling her cunt with my spunk, drops spurting out along
my shaft such was the intensity of my ejaculation, my spunk searching
for and flooding her womb.

Her fingernails eased from my back, my cock began to soften and I eased back, falling from her cunt with a gurgle.

"You have to stay now," she said.

"Yes you do," Amanda said from the doorway, "I will get you on the other side of this," she pointed at her swelling stomach.

It seemed as if the sisters had made the decision. I would move bedrooms that afternoon.

We

hadn't seen anyone in the grounds for a few months, Natalie and Joe had
been the last arrivals. We had decided that we would risk trying to
kill a deer to get some meat into the freezers, and so built a
rudimentary hide from some old canvas tarpaulins and unused garden
stakes. The day was wet and overcast, days like this the deer tended to
stay in the cover of the woods.

Joe

and I went out and assembled the hide near the usual deer run. The plan
was that Joe would take out a shot gun and two crossbows. If possible
he would use the crossbows, if that failed then the shotgun. We would
collect the fallen animal with the forks on the skid steer and then move
it to the rear of the house and leave it hanging.

After

a few days we would butcher it, burying the innards and inedible bits
over by the woods, digging a pit with the excavator, again on what we
hoped would be a rainy day, our thinking was that it was somewhat less
likely that people would be out and about on rainy days, and that the
sound of the rain would mute the sound of the engine, so our vehicles
may not be heard.

At

the rear of the house, using some of the lumber that I had accumulated
from my saw mill, we built a frame to hang the deer from. I would
replace the forks on the skid steer with the bucket, and catch the
entrails, etcetera; in the bucket, hopefully not leaving a bloody mess
near the house.

We

had not listened to the radio for some weeks either. There had been no
news that was relevant to us. We had heard earlier in the incident that
the rains had been worldwide and that crops had failed all over the
world. We had hoped that the problems would be northern hemisphere only,
but it seemed not. We decided that we would keep ourselves to
ourselves.

We

also decided that we would plant some onions and sweetcorn at the rear
of the house if spring ever arrived. If that worked, the following year
we would try also some potatoes, there had been quite a cache of seeds
and dried tubers in one of the rooms in the Government bunker, and we
decided that was worth an effort. But that was the future, it was
nothing like spring yet.

Amanda

had her baby, a girl and we called her Hope. I was quite busy now as a
father to three baby girls and with Natalie now also pregnant, the
bunker would be filling up, we needed to try and do something to
supplement our food. The future of our community also needed a boy to be
born. Perhaps Joe and Amanda could make that happen, I tended to be
with Alice and Natalie had declared herself off duty, her words, once
her belly had swelled.

I

was playing with the twins and Joe was outside in the hide. I had the
skid steer ready, it had taken a bit of starting, not having been used
for a year, but with the help of some ether it started, I left it
running at the rear of the house for an hour and then turned it off. We
would only start it again if we needed to.

I

stopped playing with the girls and Amanda took them away and I was
watching on the CCTV, Joe and I agreed the deer wouldn't appear for
about an hour after we had been outside, that was their usual habit. I
wondered if we would ever see them again if we did manage to kill one.
Joe said he would stay in the hide for a while after the kill, if there
was one, so that the deer wouldn't see him emerge.

We

had no idea if deer operated like that, we weren't hunters, we would
probably move the hide for the next kill or attempted kill. Alice came
in, her stomach just beginning to show. She pulled her knickers down and
facing me, she sat on my lap. My cock got hard and she raised herself
and fisted my cock through the hole in my underpants and then impaled
herself with a gasp.

"Why?"

she asked, "do I feel the need to have you shag me so much? I was never
really a sexual person." She began to rock back and forth, my cock
sliding within her, her cunt wet and providing little resistance.

"I

don't know baby, perhaps it is my magnetism, perhaps it is all the
pheromones circulating in the air, perhaps you have just simply become
randy, I don't know, but, whilst I am able, I am happy to provide a
service." She punched me in the shoulder.

"A

service, a fucking service?" She punched me again and then laughed. On
the screen the deer were grazing their way across, there could be action
any moment, I just hoped they went close enough for the hide for Joe to
use the crossbows. I closed my eyes for a moment as Alice pushed down
hard and squeezed her cunt, clamping my cock.

She

sighed and then gasped, her orgasm had arrived. Mine had not, I suspect
I was too distracted, perhaps I was simply getting too old. I opened my
eyes and kissed Alice and then looked at the screen, a deer was laying
on the ground, twitching in its death throws. Joe had succeeded. I
didn't mention it to Alice, she didn't need to see a dying animal.

Alice

stood and kissed me, "I'll see to you later" she said, "I know you have
work to do." She left without looking at the monitors, she knew what
was happening and she had agreed that she didn't need to see. Nor, she
had said, did she need to be involved in the butchery, but, if needed,
she would.

I

watched for another twenty minutes before Joe crawled out of the hide
an approached the animal. He turned and walked back to the house. After
about fifteen minutes he appeared. He had secured the bookcase and the
safe door and then stripped, leaving his clothes in the gun room before
showering.

"It's fucking cold out there still," he said, "I am bloody glad to be back here in the warm."

"How did it go, I didn't hear a shot."

"No,

my first bolt hit it in the neck and it went straight down. Other deer
started running and they were gone. The bolt went through, it will take
some finding, and I am afraid that the deer bled out. I know we didn't
want that, but it happened."

"No

worries. In the wood mill I have some quick lime, I'll spread some over
where the blood was and then spread some soil, hopefully that will kill
the scent and not attach any predators, we have no idea what is out
there, my guess would be feral dogs, but I don't know."

We

later used the skid steer to grab the deer and take it round the back
and hang it by its back legs onto the frame. I went and swapped the
forks for the bucket and grabbed some quick lime. Back at the kill site I
spread the lime and then went back to the hanging deer, parking so that
the bucket was directly under the frame.

Joe

had a large knife that he had spent days sharpening and honing, it was
time to gut the carcass. I was glad it wasn't me. I love meat, but
actually killing and then butchering an animal made me feel just a
little squeamish I had to be honest, but Joe just got on with it, a
swift cut of the knife from top to bottom.

The

bucket worked well and caught all the innards and remaining blood. When
Joe was happy that all that was left was meat I drove the Skid Steer
away to the hole that I had already dug with the excavator. I tipped the
bucket and the remains fell into the hole. I left the bucket tipped so
that as much liquid could drip out.

I

grabbed the open pack of lime and spread it over the guts in the hole,
and then used the bucket on the skid steer to grab soil and half fill
the hole, my hope was that the soil would also clean the bucket. No one
wants to find their bucket full of maggots. I left the skid steer and
walked to the back of the house, Joe had the carcass finished.

The

plan was to leave it to hang, but we were both concerned that it would
attract undesirables, carnivores and flies, so we decided that we would
take it inside and prepare it and freeze it. We carried it between us
into the kitchen of the house, and Joe cut it into primals, or what we
thought were primals. These we put inside large plastic bags and carried
down to the mud room for butchering inside the bunker.

Things

were quiet for a few days, we had decided against killing anymore deer
until we had tried our first venison from the freezer. If it was edible
then it was worth proceeding, if not, then there was little point in
killing more animals. I had started watching the cameras again, mostly
to see if the noises that we had made had garnered any attention. "Joe,"
I called.

There were two people slowly walking from the woods, Joe joined me at the monitors.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"Looks like a male and female, and they are walking very slowly, I wonder if they are injured or in pain."

"I'll get dressed and meet them," Joe said.

"I'll stand back with the crossbows, just in case," I said.

Joe

put on a pair of dungarees, I simply grabbed the two loaded crossbows
that we kept in the mudroom. We went up, opened the safe door and then
slid the book case open. I closed the bookcase behind us after we had
gone through.

Joe

opened the front door and went out, I remained behind in the shadows,
one crossbow on a strap over my shoulder, the other in my hands. I
watched as Joe walked out towards the two individuals. I knew that
Amanda, Natalie and Alice would be watching on the monitors.

Joe

stopped and I could hear that they were talking but not make out the
words. Joe put his arm around the girl and helped her walk, all three
coming back to the house. I stepped to one side and all three entered,
Joe shutting the door behind them, me standing to one side with the
crossbow at the ready.

"This is Mary and Martin," Joe said.

"Hello," I said.

"They

need our help, they have only eaten berries for a few weeks and are at
the end of their tether, they had planned to come into the house to get
out of the weather and expected that they would lay down, go to sleep
and not wake up."

"Right, well, we can't have that," I said lowering the crossbow. "Let's get them inside, showered and warm."

I

went on ahead and opened the bookcase and safe door, Martin seemed able
to walk the steps unaided, Joe held onto Mary, helping her down the
steps. I fixed the bookcase shut and closed and locked the safe door. At
the bottom Amanda had the mud room door open.

"Welcome,"

she said, "please come through, take your clothes off and go into the
shower, you need to be decontaminated and then we can take you through
to the bunker.

Neither

said a word, they just followed Amanda. They took their clothes off and
stood under the showers which Amanda then turned on, passing each soap
and a scrunchie. Mary and Martin simply stood naked and slowly washed
themselves, eventually clean skin began to show, I could only guess how
many months it had been since they last washed. When they had done, Joe
and I stripped and showered.

They

stood facing us and slowly a little bit of embarrassment at being naked
began to emerge. Martin putting his hands in front of his cock, Mary a
hand over her boobs and another over her crotch.

"Right

then," I said, "no need to worry, you are safe now. Down here we don't
tend to wear clothes, but if you feel the need, then there are some
simple toga's over there, or, like us, you can just wear knickers. Let's
get you inside, get you a warm cup of tea, and perhaps some food,
something easy like mashed potato for now."

Amanda took them through to the main bunker and sat them down in the dining area.

"I have the kettle on guys, my name is Alice," Alice said, "and who are you?"

"I

am Martin, this is my sister Mary, we kind of had to hide, it is not
great out there. There is no food, and there are bands of men roaming
looking to kill people to eat, after raping the women first."

It sounded as bad as I expected it to be.

"Well,"

I said, "you can be safe here, if you want to stay." I didn't mention
the rule that once you come in, you can't leave, not alive anyway. I had
long resolved that I would have to kill anyone that wanted to leave,
there were babies in here that needed protecting. I hadn't mentioned it
to anyone else, but that was what I had decided.

They

were both very thin, each had their ribs showing, and their bodies
looked gaunt and strained. They would take some weeks to regain their
strength and it would be a while before they could make use of the gym
that we had found in the new older part of the bunker.

I

explained about sleeping, how there were no rules except that No Means
No, that they would be expected to muck in and help once they had got
their health back. They decided that they would sleep together, Mary was
still very uncertain and wary, so the comfort of her brother would be a
help. They decided to keep the togas on for now.

I

was still monitoring the camera when I could, often in the company of
Harriet and Rebecca. They could walk now, or rather toddle, but words
were still a ways away. They would point to the deer on the monitor and
say something, but it was just a sound. I would say 'deer' and point to
the screen, but the word that they came back with was just a sound,
although they both made the same sound.

Mary

and Martin both recovered quite quickly once they had decent food
inside them, and Martin made use of the Gym, Mary didn't as far as I
could tell, but she may have done yoga or something similar in her room.
I was sat with Alice drinking coffee when Mary came in to join us. She
had ditched the Toga and was just wearing knickers.

"Hello," she said, "it seemed silly being the only one covered up."

"Your call," I said, "but be aware, I am a man and my eyes will stray."

"Idiot,"

Alice said thumping my shoulder, that seemed to be her favorite spot.
When I asked her why there, she said that she didn't want to damage the
essential goods.

"What is the set up?" Mary asked, "I mean really, who is with who, if you know what I mean."

Alice

answered, "there isn't really a set up as such. We are all pretty free
and easy. Adam and I tend to sleep together at night, but Adam could get
together with Amanda or Natalie if they wished. Joe tends to sleep with
Natalie, his sister, but also sleeps with me or Amanda, it is all very
flexible. You can do as you wish, we won't hold anything against you
whatever you decide."

"I don't understand why I feel so randy." Mary said, "It is unlike me, I mean really."

"It

is like that down here," I said, "we have noticed it too. Don't fret
about it." Looking at her I could see that she would probably be late
twenties, early thirties perhaps, it would be difficult to tell after
her brush with starvation. She had a small but appreciable pair of
breasts, there was a cunt bulge under her knickers and her red hair was a
nice change to the blonde I was used to.

"How,

I mean, you said that Adam might go with Natalie or Amanda during the
day, I mean, how does that happen, is it like, book a meeting sort of
thing?" She said to Alice.

"God

no, look if you fancy a bit, just tell him and off you pop, as long as
he says yes, and to be honest, he is a randy bugger and I doubt he would
decline an opportunity to sow his seeds."

At

that point Amanda came in with the children and the conversation ended
and much bouncing of toddlers on knees occurred. It was good to hear
Mary laugh, it had been a long time coming. We hadn't asked her about
her experiences outside, our expectations that they would simply be too
traumatic to contemplate or recount.

Amanda

was having a snooze, Alice was looking after the babies and Natalie and
Joe were with Martin in the gym. I was sitting in front of the monitors
when Mary came in.

"Everyone seems to be doing something," she said.

"Well, you are welcome to sit with me." I answered.

"I would rather we did something else." She looked at me and then her eyes dipped and she looked down as if embarrassed.

I

stood and faced her taking her face in my hands and I leant down and
softly kissed her, my lips sliding across hers, my tongue pressing at
her purse. She pressed against me, her boobs squashing against my chest,
her nipples hard with arousal. I took her hand and led her from the
room.

There

was a sort of neutral bedroom that we used when we were not with our
usual partner and it happened to be just a couple of rooms away from the
cctv room. I took Mary there. Inside the room I took her in my arms and
kissed her again, my one arm dropping and my hand slipping inside her
knickers.

She

gasped and I lay her on the bed, and slowly pulled her knickers down
revealing a red down covered cunt. I leant forward and inhaled her
aroma, oh so sweet, I couldn't help but dip my tongue between her cunt
lips and taste her. As my tongue found her cunt entrance she gasped and
her hands held my head.

I

ran my tongue around her entrance and then slowly moved up her valley,
dipping into her urethra briefly before pushing her clitoris out from
its hidey hole. Her hands gripped my head tighter as I pressed against
her clitoris. I ran a finger underneath her, along her perineum and
across her fourchette and pressed slightly inside.

Her

bum lifted and she gasped loudly, her fingers squeezing my head as I
pressed deeper inside her, a finger a deep as I could go, her cunt
squeezing tightly, squashing my finger. I eased it out, ran another
circle around her entrance and then pushed back in with two fingers,
Mary almost screamed, it was just a muted squeak.

I

chewed her clitoris, I pushed it, I licked it, I left it and then went
back, all the time my fingers were inside her, opening and stretching
her. Her gaps were getting more frequent, they were getting louder and
the pressure on my head was increasing. I eased my fingers out, paused,
and then plunged them back in. In, out, in, out, finger fucking her as I
tongued her clitoris.

This

time it was no muted squeak, she screamed loud and her cunt clamped my
fingers like a vice, her bum lifting high in the air.

"Stop,

God, Stop," she gasped not realizing that I was already stopped. Her
body relaxed back down to the mattress and I slipped my fingers out of
her cunt. I eased away and then up to lay next to her.

"Jesus," she said.

"No, just me."

"I have never," she said, "like that."

"Okay, well, now you are here and you are safe, there are no inhibitions, and you can let your hair down."

She

got to her knees and pulled my underpants down, my cock flicking as she
pulled the waist of my underwear passed it. She took my shaft in one
hand and slowly she wanked me, her mouth right above my glans, almost
taking me in, but not quite.

"I've never done this," she said.

"No

worries Mary, it isn't a requirement, you do what you are comfortable
with. We could stop now and that would be fine," I said, after all, it
was early days with Mary and we had no idea about her and Martin's
history, sexual or otherwise.

"Dad raped me," she said.

"Well, there is no rape here, only survival and pleasure."

"Again and again. Martin got me away."

I

said nothing, to be honest we had kind of suspected that had been what
would have happened. Probably like that for most women and girls out
there, we tried not to think about it.

She

kissed the end of my cock, and I thought that was something, I wasn't
going to push her. She moved her hand faster and faster, wanking me more
and more, her face still close to my cock. I could feel my balls
tighten, the little pinch pain deep inside me, and I knew I was going to
come.

"Mary,

I'm going to..." I tried to warn her, but I couldn't, my cock erupted,
shooting my spunk on her face and into her mouth as she gasped. I
slumped back onto the mattress feeling spent.

"That's okay," she said, "that's what I have done for Martin, you know, I couldn't actually do more, not with him."

I

sat up and took Mary's face in my hand, ignoring the smears of spunk
and I kissed her gently. "Mary, it's okay, there are no expectations
here. You do what you are comfortable with. You might prefer going with
one of the girls, whatever, there are no demands of you."

"Thank

you," she said softly, "but next time I want you to do it to me,
properly. I want it to be a nice experience to erase the bad ones in my
memory."

I

went and took my turn at playing with babies and as they ran around the
room that we reserved for them, Martin stood in the doorway.

"Don't fucking hurt her," he said, "just don't"

"As if anyone here would," I replied.

I

called them babies but Harriet and Rebecca were toddlers and Hope was
not far behind, she could crawl with quite a pace. Amanda and Alice were
preparing some lunch and Natalie came in to sit with me.

"She got to you before I could," she said.

"Oh? Well, I am just charging my batteries, and I thought that you were on a bonking sabbatical" I answered with a smile.

"I want you inside me, I need a top up, sabbatical or not."

"I shall be happy to oblige, but I am with the babies at the moment."

"I know, I am just being open."

"I look forward to opening more of you later," I said laughing.

"Good. Now, pass me Hope, she needs Aunty cuddles."

Mary

and Martin were now eating the same food as us, a few weeks in the
bunker had pretty much got their health back. Their view was that any
more residents would be unlikely, it was pretty primitive out there. No
animals to be seen in any fields, their guess was that they had all been
killed and eaten.

Any

solo person was likely butchered and eaten too, such was the level of
starvation. We decided, as a group, that we would not look at the
monitors apart from deer watching. Mary and Martin were pretty much on
their last legs when they got to us, and they had only come here to die,
it was unlikely that anyone else would make it to us.

I

was lying in bed with Alice, my hands at her crotch, her hand on my
cock, as we softly kissed at the end of another day. Alice's stomach was
swelling nicely as were Amanda and Natalie's, there would be more
babies, and we hoped one of them would be a boy. We knew that the
reality of life in here meant that waiting until age 16 was unrealistic,
and that when their bodies were ready, then they probably would, but as
we always said, there were no rules in this post-apocalyptic world.

A

few days later I was going through the freezer for a haunch of venison,
we decided that we would give it a try. Mary came and stood next to me.

"Are you busy? You know, when you have finished here."

"No, not especially."

"Can we go to the room?"

I knew exactly what she meant, and I of course was not about to turn her down, her confidence was fragile enough.

"Yes, of course we can, I would like that. I'll see you there in a few moments."

I

put the frozen venison on the stainless-steel drainer to defrost
overnight, washed my hands thoroughly and headed to the room. Mary was
laying on the bed, her knickers off and her cunt shaved.

"Nice new look," I said, "I approve."

"Amanda suggested it, she said it was better all round. She helped me, you know, shave it off."

"Oh, I bet that was fun," I smiled. Amanda had kept that little action quiet.

She blushed a very bright red. "Er yes, well, I can't exactly see down there."

I

pushed my underpants down, cock at attention and sat on the bed. I bent
to kiss her newly prepared cunt and she held me back. "No," she said,
"today it is my turn."

I

have learned not to argue with a woman, I smiled and lay down, my hands
at my side, my legs slightly apart. Mary leant over me and kissed the
end of my cock, her hand holding my shaft, she squeezed and then pulled
my foreskin down, watching as it rolled over my rim and fully revealed
my glans.

Her

tongue licked all over my glans and under my rim, I was gasping with
pleasure, my fingers began clutching at the mattress. She closed her
mouth around my cock, sucking, licking, her other hand holding my balls,
rolling them gently between her fingers as her original hand gave me a
slow wank. A finger grazed my perineum, I gasped, she pulled back.

"Are you alright?" She asked, "only you sort of gasped, like in pain."

"God no Mary, that was in pleasure, pure pleasure."

Mary

went to her knees and straddled me, her cunt over my cock, her hand
holding me, guiding me as she sank, my cock pressing through her
entrance, past her opening and plumbing her depth, my foreskin dragging
back as my cock filled Mary, my rim scraping along her insides across
her ripples and bumps, Mary gasping as I filled her.

She

sat upon my groin, her cunt completely absorbing my cock, her mouth
open, her breath gasping and then she rocked back, my cock sliding out
of her, my glans once more covered, her weight more backwards. She held
position and then rocked forwards again, my cock once more reaching her
depth, Mary gasping, me reveling in the flow of pleasures.

She

leant forward causing my cock to move back towards her entrance, and
she kissed me, her lips sliding across mine, her tongue dabbing into my
mouth and then she sat up again, again my cock buried deep inside her.
She closed her eyes and rocked back and forth and I caught site of
Amanda and Alice at the doorway, smiles on their faces. I gave them a
secret thumbs up and they returned the gesture and left.

Faster

and faster Mary moved, back and forth, my cock squeezed in her cunt, my
balls dangling free between my thighs. I had my hands on her buttocks, a
finger pressing close to her sphincter, I pushed a little more and it
gave way a little, but I didn't push all the way, just giving her a hint
of what may come.

I

could feel her cunt pulsing on my cock, little squeezes that became
bigger squeezes, my foreskin rolling off and over the rim of my glans,
my balls twinging, I was close, I knew I was so close. I gasped and then
took in a huge breath and held it as my cock exploded within her,
filling her cunt, flooding her womb with my seeds. Mary gasped and her
fingers squeezed my arms as she stopped rocking, her cunt clamping hard
on my softening cock.

She

eased back, my cock fell out and she rolled onto the side and then lay
half on me, cuddling me, her fingers playing in the greying down on my
chest. I doubted the bunker would get more adults, but if I had anything
to do with it, there would be many more children. In a few years they
would be having children of their own, and the cycle would continue and
whatever world was outside in the future would be theirs.
Venturing out: Discovering a new community and mixing.

It

had been over three years since the incident that pretty much brought
about the end of the world. We were a small community inside an old
Government Nuclear Bunker. Myself and my two nieces Alice and Amanda,
and our children, Harriet and Rebecca the twins, and Geraldine by myself
and Alice, and Hope and Charity by myself and Amanda. Also with us were
Natalie and Joe and our children Natasha and George, also twins.
Finally we had Mary and Martin and My twins with Mary, Elspeth and
Christina.

We

couldn't be one hundred percent sure about paternity with Elspeth and
Christina, but I had shagged her for a few weeks before Martin had, it
was pretty unlikely that he had impregnated his sister, not that it
would have mattered if he had, rules like incest died when the asteroid
hit Europe. Also, I did seem to father twins.

"Adam,"

Joe said as we sat around after dinner, a dinner of venison stew. We
had decided that our home killed venison was better stewed, it wasn't
that tender. We thought it was probably down to how we butchered it, but
we had no knowledge between us of how to kill and prepare an animal, we
just made it up as we went along. At least it was protein. Our attempts
at growing vegetables hadn't been a success, mice and rabbits pretty
much decimated everything we tried to grow.

"Yes Joe," I answered.

"Martin

and I were thinking that we might go on a reccy, you know, see what is
out there. One to drive and one to literally ride shotgun."

"Oh?"

"Yes, see if there are any more survivors."

"Okay. Your call, I have to say I am not relishing the idea."

"No,

but, well, we are a bit thin on the ground, especially DNA wise, and
well, if we want the children to have a future, I suspect that we need
to find more people."

"What are you planning then?"

"We

take a land rover out of the tunnel door, and drive more around the
countryside than go towards the towns, see if we can find any signs of
other survivors."

"And if you do?"

"We will try and make contact without violence."

"And then?"

"Well, that is the question, do we join them, or do they join us?"

"Okay,

but I think that is a decision that we all need to make, and until that
decision is made, we don't let them know where we are. That is assuming
that you make contact."

It

was decided that they would go out early the next morning. The clouds
were full and hopefully the rain, and the low air pressure should mask
the sounds of the land rover. We went down that evening and prepared a
land rover, primarily ensuring that it started, that it had plenty of
fuel, and that we had a number of loaded guns and crossbows.

Martin

and Joe left early in the morning. I ensured that their tire tracks
were as obscured as possible and also pulled the wire mesh fence back
across the exit to the road. I then closed and secured the vehicle door,
and had a shower in the wet room by the door. Martin and Joe couldn't
get back in that way after I secured it from inside, but if necessary
they could come in via the front entrance where we would see them on
CCTV. We had agreed an 'okay' hand signal, as well as a 'not okay'
signal.

It

was a stressful day. They were gone for nearly twelve hours, just after
dawn until just before dusk. I was watching the CCTV when I saw Martin
waving his hands at the edge of the field with the 'okay' I went down
and opened the vehicle door, the Land rover drove in. Amanda went to let
Martin in via the bookcase.

"I've already done the fence and hidden the tracks," Joe said, "I did it whilst Martin was coming to signal you."

"What did you find? I asked."

"Let's all sit in the lounge, then I can tell you all together, save me repeating it."

We went up and the girls were already in the lounge, coffees made for the explorers.

"There

is a community about eight miles into the dales," Joe said. "We spotted
their smoke and so parked up and walked, that way they wouldn't know
that we had a vehicle."

"How many are there?" Alice asked.

"Okay,

well, as best as we could tell, they are around fifteen adults and five
children. They are living as couples, we don't know if they are
siblings or not. They hid out in the catacombs under their parish
church, and have lived on the tinned food and dried pasta that they
scavenged and then fruit that grew and some deer and wild boar that they
managed to trap and kill."

"What are your thoughts?" Amanda asked.

"They

seem harmless and very wary. They haven't seen anyone else roaming
around for over a year. They have been coming and going outside, and no
one has suffered any ill effects. They too were wary of the atmosphere
at first, but after a year, with needs being what they were, they just
had to come and go as they needed."

"Why did you say 'as best you could tell' when Adam asked you for their numbers." Natalie asked.

"If

I had been them, I would have kept at least one or two people hidden
with weapons if necessary, being the countryside, they would have found
shotguns. Joe and I talked about it on the way back and decided that is
what we would have done. We doubted that they could have survived this
long without some form of self-preservation tactics."

"What did you tell them about us?"

"Just

that we were a small community that kept ourselves to ourselves. I
didn't tell them where we were, nor exactly how many of us there were."

"Okay." I said, "well, obviously we could accommodate them, the question is should we, and do we want to?"

There

was silence for a few minutes and then Alice spoke up, "I think that I
should go with Martin or Joe, and talk to them. Tell them about our
situation, how we live, but not details of the bunker. Say that they
could join us, but that we are not changing our way of life for
newcomers, that they would have to follow our lead, our way of life."

"How were they dressed Martin?" I asked.

"Old and tattered clothes, but they are living under a church, they don't have the warmth that we have."

"Okay. Let's take a vote on Alice's suggestion. All those in favor raise your right hand."

It

was unanimous, and we decided that Alice and Joe should go the next
morning, Alice driving and Martin riding shotgun. This time they would
stop and park much nearer the community. It was a fitful night for me, I
was worried for Alice, and to a degree Joe also. I didn't want to risk
their lives. We cuddled but did not have sex, I really didn't feel like
it and to be honest, neither did Alice or Amanda, and by the sounds, no
one else in the bunker did either.

They

left at dawn and again I tidied up behind them, masking as much as
possible the traces of the vehicle and the exit onto the road. They were
back early afternoon. Alice was walking across the field at the front
of the house, it used to be a lawn, but was now just a field, but she
wasn't alone, she had another woman with her.

Alice

carried on walking up to the house, talking with the other woman the
whole way. I grabbed a couple of crossbows and opened up and greeted
them at the house front door.

To be continued in part 4, Based on a post by Atomica24 for Literotica.

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