Love in the Time of Zombies Ch. 04

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Chapter 11 - The Story of Lorrie

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I begged Michael to let me write this part of the story. I was taking creative writing in school when all of this went down and, so, I think the story needs my touch. So yes, I was completely in puppy love with Michael at this point. I was also a virgin, technically. Meaning I hadn't actually had a penis inside me. I had had other things, like Mom's purple vibrator, her glass dildo, a cucumber, and some other assorted, um, 'items' inside me. But not a real penis.

So, you may ask, why was I in love with Michael? I mean, he was, and still is, basically an old man! I think he's 36 or 38 at this point and I was just past 18. He's as old as my mom. He could be my dad, for Christ's sake. In those older days, I think he was like ready to collect Social Security! (I'm sure he will be spanking me at about this point when he reads this.)

Well, it was just Mom and I growing up, 'Dad' was just something other people had, not us. He left before I was born and there never was another man around for very long. Mom had very high standards. She had 'friends' but never 'uncles'. But somewhere along the line, I think I was about 13 or 14, I watched a movie with Mom. It was called 'Tombstone.' Maybe you've seen it. It's the story of Wyatt Earp and his brothers. It starred Kurt Russel as Wyatt, and had lots of other cool people in it. But the reason I'm telling you this, is because this is the first time I saw Sam Elliott. Ahh, my Sam. I used to write his name and draw flowers around it. I used to write my name and his name together, and I would write 'Lorrie Elliott' and fill pages with hearts and flowers! So you don't know him? He was Virgil Earp. Tall, slightly graying hair, and THAT VOICE! Deep baritone, Texas accent, and his character was just a fucking MAN about everything. He was also in Ghost Rider (my second favorite movie, behind Tombstone) as the guy in the graveyard who tells Nicholas Cage what's going on with everything. He did a bunch of TV commercials, including Ram Trucks for the last few years right up to the Zombie Crash.

I don't know where he is now, but I'm sure he's in Texas doing just fine. So as you can see, I grew up with this mega crush on some old movie actor.

Fast forward till now. We girls were on the run from the zombies, and we were losing people left and right. You can't even imagine the terror and hopelessness of that. (Michael hadn't gone through that so he never explained much about 'the crash' of civilization in this story.) He was all set up there in his bunker drinking cold beers and jacking off. Meanwhile, WE were near death at every step. I got really hurt falling down as we were trying to climb a fence. I could feel hot blood running down my back and I could see the fear in everyone's eyes as we tried to find a house to let us in, away from the relentless killers.

I remember getting inside this house, and then passing out. I have glimpses of things from then on, but I'm not sure if they are my actual memories or false ones since I've heard the story so many times.

What I do remember is waking up and not knowing what the fuck was going on. I was face down on a bed, pretty much lying in a flood of what smelled like pee (it was mine, yuck!) all in a strange room I had never seen before. Mom came and helped me and tried to fill me in on what was happening; this miracle man had saved our lives at the very last possible moment before we were all eaten alive. He had taken us to a secure place that had food, water, electricity, movies, guns, popcorn, and he wasn't an asshole! He patched me up and kept me from dying of infection.

I met him for the first time a little while later that day. I had just found out he was nearly killed the night before getting me some medicine, and he was now training the girls in shooting skills so they could all kill zombies.

So here's the scene: He walks in to say 'hello' to me. And he's got a TEXAS accent! Not real strong, but nice, you know? I think maybe he's in his 30's, he's got jeans on and some kind of army sweater on, and military-looking boots. His air, his demeanor, he was just... well he wasn't a pussy, I can tell you that! His handsome face appeared upset about something, and yet he was pure sweetness and kindness to me. As we chatted, he ran a finger around my ear, pushing my hair off my face and behind that ear. I just about melted.

Over the next couple of days, while I'm recovering, stories start filtering around how he's having sex with some of the girls, and he's got a big fucking cock. So let's recap. Big cock, good-looking guy, tall, Texas accent, has his shit together, kills zombies without batting an eye, saves damsels in severe distress, likes musicals and retro rock, is apparently good at pleasing the ladies, and he's old. So that's about 89 good things to one not-so-great thing. Fortunately, I've had a life long love affair with my older Sam, so that one thing is not a show-stopper.

So like yes, I was totally head over heels, prime time in love with him! Do I have to actually say it? "My Sam" became "My Micheal". All I had to do was convince him that I was so much better than the 8 hot babes already here, not to mention my age-appropriate mother. No problem whatsoever, right? Especially for an injured virgin like myself!

Things went along for a time, Michael was banging everyone including my Mom, and completely leaving me alone. He seemed to not really want to look at me at times. Now, I don't want to seem like all stuck up and shit, but I'm pretty damn cute. I was thinking it was maybe my boobs. Guys are so weird. They seem to like boobs, but if you've got over-sized ones like I do, they just make fun of you or get all stupid or, I don't know what. I know there's guys who think that 'more than a handful is a waste', and then there's guys who just love massive tits. How do I know this while remaining a virgin? Simple! I watch a lot of porn and read the comments.

So Mom and I talked a lot about him. She was gushing and gave me a few details of their alone time together. I knew she was smitten (her word, not mine) but she also knew it was just kind of a fling; Michael didn't seem to want to get too attached at this point. I was down with that. If it was me and I lived with 8 hot guys, I wouldn't just settle down with one and tell the others to bail!

But mom was saying that she thought he liked me, and she had told him that I was in love with him. I just about smacked her for that! But, I was. Late at night, when mom thought I was asleep, I could hear mom giving herself an orgasm. Squishy sounds in a small room, can only be one thing, ya know? Sometimes she would whisper his name. Then she'd fall asleep. Of course, that got me very horny so then I'd have to pleasure myself, also whispering his name.

After I cum, I like to dip my fingers in my cunt and spread my orgasm around my stiff nipples. Then, I lick them clean. I think it's very sexy. I got it from watching Mom once with one of her 'friends'. But I added a little twist. After I swallow down my juices, I like to just hug my boobs to my face, like soft warm pillows. Sometimes I kiss and suck my nipples more, but usually they just comfort me. Most nights I drift off to sleep that way.

I figured the one thing I could do to get Michaels' attention was to become a world-champion zombie slayer. And so when my back healed I worked very hard and listened to everything he said and I got fucking good at it! Erin is a better shooter than me, but, up close and personal? I'm the best of all the girls. My tools are, a Gerber mini-machete and a long painters pole. On the pole, we worked up a spike with kind of a "Tee" on it. The move is, I use the pole to try and knock down the Zed, then hack his fucking brain with the machete. If he's really big and I can't knock him down, the pole at least keeps his arms off me while I hack them before I get to his stupid head.

I used to be kind of like a girly-girl, not very athletic or anything. And I liked dressing up and looking pretty, and I was never bothered with any worldy concerns outside my little circle of friends. In short, I was a narrow-minded twit. But hey, we can all change!

Now, I feel naked if I don't have my 1911 and my Mini-machete strapped on me. I feel nervous if I don't also have my pole and my AR strapped on or within arm's reach. I like killing these fuckers, I don't mind saying it. I was just starting to enter the world, and they fucked it all up. I hate them.

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Okay I just got the stink-eye from Michael. He said I was supposed to write about my first sexual experience with another person, but instead I'm "blathering on about everything except that." I guess he's right, it's his story and I'm only a guest writer. Still, I just stood up and farted in his general direction, just to teach him a lesson.

So where were we... Ah yes! The Dance! I didn't go to my Prom because Chris got the flu, so I always felt bad about missing that. And missing the after-prom activities! But Chris was too shy and didn't know what to do anyway... I know, I know! I'm digressing! Jesus Christ you people need to calm down.

So, Michael made us a light but wonderful dinner. Obviously, he didn't want us to get filled up! But he was freely pouring the drinks, for sure. He was so kind, and sweet, and staring into my eyes, when he asked me to dance I just nodded because I was about to cry! He pulled me close, our bodies touched. He traced the scar on my back from my neck down to my lower back. It was sexy, not gross, and it just reminded me that this heroic man saved my life on several occasions now, and he was touching ME and dancing with ME.

I could feel little stirrings in my pussy during dinner, but good lord I was on fire when we started dancing! His strong arms wrapped around me, his manly scent enveloped me, I just wanted him to completely take me over. As he held me tight, my breasts crushed into him. Does that do anything for him? It did a lot for me. As he pulled me even closer, I could feel something on his right leg. Something hard. I'm sure it was his cock, but I thought it was in the middle between his legs, not on a leg?

"Ah," he said. "Excuse me for a second, babe." Michael pulled back and stuck his hand down his own pants. "All better now."

I wasn't sure what happened, I guess he straightened himself out. Although I had watched a lot of pornos, the cocks were usually just hard; I didn't know how long it took to go from soft to hard. We giggled about that as he pressed it into me again. This time, I could feel all of his hardness pressed against me. And he said it was for me, I made him that hard. Holy shit! My nipples were hard, I can tell you that, and my pussy seemed to be on fire, a wet fire.

Then, he said he liked me. ME! The awkward, mis-proportioned girl! He likes me! A lot! I kissed his cheek, then he turned and he met me with his mouth. Our tongues danced and time seemed to stand still. Next thing I know both his hands are on my ass cheeks, and he's pressing his hard cock into my tummy. I moved a little sideways so I got one of his legs between mine, and I grinded against him like a common slut. But I didn't care, it felt so GOOD!

We kissed for several minutes, lost in each others lips. His hands felt so good on my butt, squeezing hard, almost too hard but it not quite. My hands eventually drifted down his sides, and slid under his shirt and I touched his warm, bare skin for the first time. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. I ran my hands up the front of his chest, feeling the contours of his hard stomach and then the swell of his hard pecs. He flexed for me and I laughed, embarrassing him a little but he got over it.

"Nice chest, mister." I purred as I massaged him.

"You too, little lady!" he responded. "I don't think you understand how good you look!"

He reached down, and scooped me up in his arms like I was just a piece of paper! We kissed some more, and then he said:

"Would you like to..." and I nodded.

"Wait," he said in surprise. "You don't even know what I'm going to ask!"

"Well, I hope you're going to ask me to bed!"

"Oh, sorry sweetheart. I was going to ask if you'd help me wash the Jeep?"

"Sure," I replied. "And then we fuck after that?" I know, Mom says I have a vulgar, dirty mouth. But this wasn't the time for subtlety. I was burning up.

He kissed me again. "Well," he said, laughing. "Maybe the Jeep can wait until tomorrow." He started towards his room, still carrying me.

"Yeah, maybe it can. Or maybe you'll be too tired and worn out. Virgin busting is hard work, or so I hear."

He just smiled and set me down gently after we entered his room. He arranged the air mattress and turned on a soft light, then turned to me.

"So, you haven't seen a naked man before? In person, I mean?"

I shook my head, no.

"Want to?"

I nodded my head, yes.

"Okay, stay there, I'll strip for you."

He unbuttoned his long sleeve shirt, slowly. He pulled it back, exposing his bare chest. I could scarcely breathe. He threw the shirt on the floor. Kicked off his shoes, then pulled his socks off.

"Last chance!" he said as he stood there with his hands on the fly of his jeans. "You can still back out!"

In a slightly quivering voice, I answered. "I might just kill you where you stand if you stop now."

He laughed, but I think he saw I wasn't kidding.

Turning his back towards me, he undid his fly. Then he lowered his pants, slowly, slowly exposing the crack of his butt cheeks. His ass was perfect. As he removed the pants completely, I marveled at how the muscles in his legs and butt flexed as he moved.

He turned towards me with his arms outstretched a little and said "Ta-da!"

Staring me in the face was a three-foot monster cock.

Well, I was a virgin, remember? It seemed like it was three feet long. He told me later it's about 8 inches. All I know is that it was far bigger than the dildo I had been playing with. Thicker too. I was torn between being scared to death of this thing, and wanting to devour it with my mouth and pussy.

Lust won the day, and I started towards him, bending down on my knees when I got there. I just breathed in his scent for a few moments, strong, musky. My hands on his thighs, I knew from the pornos what I was supposed to do, but doing it for real is a different story. I tentatively moved in, and kissed the tip.

"Hmmm," Michael moaned. "That's nice."

I began to make out with his cock, and my right hand came over to grip it. Jesus! The skin is so soft, but underneath is so hard! How is this possible? And the skin moves around on the outside a little, fascinating...

Gathering up my courage, I opened my mouth and covered his whole tip with my lips. Good god, my mouth was open almost as much as it could, and I only had about an inch inside! How do those girls deep throat like in the movies? But it felt so cool, so good, and then I had a salty taste in my mouth. I pulled back and I could see this juice ooze from the tip.

"Pre-cum," Michael said. "It's a lubricant."

I went back down on him, oh yeah, I can taste it now. Not bad at all! You know, some women seem to hate the taste of cum, and some love it. Seems like fewer love it, though. I hoped I would like it.

After a couple minutes, Michael helped me back up to standing.

"Baby," he said, breathing heavily. "How about we get you out of this dress?"

He turned me around and undid the little clasp in the back. After stepping out of my dress, he slid my underwear off. The moment of truth was coming, he was going to see my oversized boobs in just a few seconds.

"Ho-holy shit!" Michael exclaimed when he turned me around.

"Am I," I stammered. "Am I... okay?"

Michael held me and kissed me.

"You're the most gorgeous, perfect woman I've ever seen. Really." And he kissed me hard again.

After a few moments, I broke the kiss. I was so hot and wet, I was going to start oozing down my leg.

"Michael? Um, I'm sure there's like, a protocol, or an etiquette here, or a sequence of events. And I want to do them all at some point. But can we first just, um, well..." I couldn't believe I was all tongue-tied. Usually they can't shut me up.

"What is it baby? You want to kiss more? Just tell me." He was so sweet.

"Well can we just skip all the foreplay and get to the fucking? I'm really ready now."

He laid me down gently on the mattress, me legs instinctively spread open. I was dripping wet. Michael settled in on top of me, resting his weight on his arms. I could feel his cock bumping around down there, I opened my legs as wide as I could. He reached down to position his cock, and suddenly it was there at my entrance. He rubbed it up and down my slit a few times, coating his cock with my juices. Then he brought his arm back up and rested on it.

"Please Michael," I whispered. "Fuck me."

His cock inched inside me, stretching me out like I could never have imagined. He pressed his hard cock further into me, pulling it back out a little and then sliding forward. I had used a dildo before, but it was nothing like this!

After a few 'ohmygods', Michael checked if he was hurting me.

"No, not at all. But, it's in all the way, right?"

He just chuckled.

Rising up a little, He then lowered himself completely into me. I gasped as he stretched me further than I thought possible. I couldn't breathe for a moment.

"That, my dear, is all the way!" Michael laughed again. "You ok?"

"Just, need a second," I whimpered. Maybe I should have done more of that foreplay, I thought. Michael held still, but kissed me deeply. His tongue circled mine dreamily. He lifted himself up a bit, relieving some pressure, ahh that's better, gave me a little breathing room.

"Bring your tits up," he told me. He was resting on his hands so he couldn't move.

They were splayed out to my sides, I grabbed them and pulled them up to my face, my nipples pointing right at him. He bent his head down and kissed my left nipple, tonguing it softly. I swear to God that a lightning bolt went "Zzzzzttttt!" right from my nipple to my pussy. His warm mouth engulfed my hard nipple and he sucked it inside his mouth. As the sparks continued to fly, he moved over and sucked the other one! God dammit! I pushed them together so my nipples were almost touching each other, he tongued both of them frantically, first one and then the other. My pussy felt like it was on fire! Suddenly, the slight ache down there was gone, replaced by a warm, sensational feeling.

Michael pulled his cock most of the way out. I was about to protest when he sank it back inside me, all the way! Then he did it again, and again. Jesus Christ, I thought, NOW I'm getting fucked!

I let go of my tits so I could grab his ass and pull him into me. God it felt so fucking good. I've masturbated a few thousand times but it was never like this, at all! Soon he put his whole weight on me and I felt... overwhelmed. He was in complete control of me, I couldn't move anything except my pelvis, up and down to meet his strokes. I felt he had me pinned to he bed, like his cock impaled me and I was trapped under him.

I loved it. God damn I loved it.

Each stroke he ground into my clit. Each stroke I moaned or grunted or made some kind of guttural, primal noise. My cunt was stretched to it's limits, but I didn't want him to stop, no fucking way. At some point he reached for and found my left tit. He molested it with his hand so much that I cried out.

"Sorry baby!" he panted.

"Pull on it harder goddamit!" I cried.

He pressed harder into my tit and pulled and yanked on it, then he brought it up to our faces so we could both see my nipple. Looking into my eyes, he encircled my rigid nipple, and bit down on it with his teeth.