New (Old) Material Part 1

Old material from one of the first things I wrote about a post-apocalyptic story, involving the characters Jack and Anya:

“I’m the subject of a repopulation experiment," Jack said, by way of explanation. “Back in a compound about fifty miles west of here there’s a scientific facility dedicated to finding ways to save the human race. I underwent a series of genetic modifications designed to increase my rate of fertility. That’s why when I cum it’s like monsoon season.” As he said this, Jack took his rigid twelve inch tool in his fist and stroked it gently against the side of Anya’s face. “My balls have been altered to produce enough sperm to inseminate as many women as I can in as short a length of time as possible. My dick, on the other hand, is all me.”

At this he traced the bulging, peach-sized head over Anya’s nose, sloppily guiding it onto her lips and then let it rest on her chin. When Anya opened her mouth to speak it dripped down and slapped between the valley of her gorgeous tits and lay across them obscenely.

“If that’s true,” said Anya, “then why are the two of us covered in your cum? Why didn’t you pump all of it inside us?”

As if to make her point, Anya slid a hand lasciviously down her curvy body, collecting wads of Jack’s slimy load that had pooled between her chiselled abs and watched the stuff slither off her fingers in sticky tendrils onto her tits. “Not that it’s going to waste,” added Gemma, leaning over to noisily slurp the viscous strands from her friend’s fingers and finishing her sentence with an impish giggle as a rope of cum dangled precariously from her chin.

“I’m looking for a specific place. We received intelligence of a sister research facility to our own base in this area, only one that specialised in developing a female equivalent. Women engineered specifically for their ability to breed. I’ve narrowed down my search to this complex of buildings, but it’s a real maze and I can’t find where it is.”

Anya hadn’t been amazingly attentive, concentrating more on trying to catch the errant string of come hanging from Gemma’s chin with her tongue. When she finally did she touched her tongue to the tip of her own nose, connecting her face to Gemma’s with the slender thread. When Gemma spoke, the line of jizz jiggled up and down, much to Anya’s amusement. “I know where that place is,” she said. “It’s deep down the basement.”

“Will you take me there?” said Jack.
“I might need some convincing,” Gemma said naughtily, leaping to her feet and breaking her cum-connection with Anya. Then she sauntered over to a nearby machine, pert ass dancing this way and that before bending over and presenting her succulent buttocks to Jack. “Some major convincing.”

The invitation wasn’t just music to Jack’s ears as his dick rose to full erection from the valley between Anya’s glistening tits like a snake from its charmer’s basket. He got up and moved behind Gemma, laying his enormous length of meat over her ass. Now fully rigid, it reached to between her shoulder blades. Anya went to Gemma’s side, took the dick in a two handed grip and began slipping it between her tits, slobbering over the humongous slab of meat and lubricating it thoroughly with the agglomeration of sweat and jizz that still clung to her skin. With that, she winked conspiratorially at Jack and suddenly slid the hot, pulsating shaft into Gemma’s tight little asshole. Gemma shrieked in surprise and delight as the tool seared up her tunnel, then fastened on tight, clutching hard at the huge cock with her rectal muscles, and milking Jack expertly. Anya busied herself by positioning herself underneath the pair, lapping industriously at Gemma’s sopping pussy and trying to catch Jack’s heavy, jangling balls in her mouth, which, more often than not, bounced a little too crazily and hit her on the nose and eyes. Gemma fought like a Trojan, but even her hungry asshole couldn’t consume all of Jack’s inordinate length, and when he pulled out (which seemed to take forever) his slippery tube flopped sloppily and unexpectedly onto Anya’s forehead, causing her to laugh uncontrollably.

“This is it,” Jack simply said, and the two women took their cues to kneel obediently in front of him. Both girls were wide-eyed with anticipation at what this stud would be able to produce. They fought over big drops of precum like starving birds; then Jack’s knees bucked and the main event began. He shuddered as jet after jet of semen surged up his shaft and projected powerfully onto the faces of the two women with such force that it ricocheted off their faces and splattered Jack’s torso with specks of jizz. Then huge jet shot cords of cum into their eyes, coated their cheeks and leaving thick, gelatinous trails in their hair, with several long tendrils cascading as far down Gemma’s long tresses as her hair went itself. Anya, by comparison managed to catch some in her mouth and dribbled it down over her chin where it flowed liberally over her tits and onto her flat stomach. When the shower was over, while Gemma was still blinking and trying to clear her eyes, Anya grabbed hold of the spasming tool and slapped her in the face with it a few times for good measure, then licked up the ropes of come that it had deposited. When she released Jack’s cock it finally sank down to earth to the level of their stomachs, but even then it was still connected to the two girls’ faces and tits with a number of heavily hanging and prodigious tendrils of come.

“Now,” said Jack, “can you take me to the research centre?”
“If I don’t drown first,” laughed Gemma, sharing a deep cum-filled kiss with Anya.

The clatter of shotgun and shell in the staircase above them continued for some time, punctuated with occasional shrieks of agony and pain. Anya and Gemma could hear the distinctive boom of Jack’s handgun, but were unable to tell whether he was winning or losing. All they knew was that he was still alive, and fighting. Gemma stood with her fingers poised at the button of the security door, ready to slam and lock it shut behind them.

At length, the shooting stopped and Jack reappeared. He was moving gingerly, his left arm supporting the left side of his waist where a thick trickle of blood seeped out underneath his jacket. He had been shot.

“Not my day,” he mumbled, reached the bottom of the stairs and sank to his knees. In spite of herself, Anya rushed forwards from the frame of the door to support him. At this point, a mean-looking, six-foot raider appeared behind Jack, and moved slowly and ominously forwards, brandishing a smoking shotgun. He pointed the weapon at the back of Jack’s head, ready to deliver the coup de grace. Anya shuddered in horror, and Gemma, though her fingers itched to activate the security door, couldn’t force herself to leave her friends behind.

At that moment, the raider’s head was erased in a blossoming cloud of blood. The headless form stood almost comically for a moment, and toppled backwards. The shot had come from the corridor behind Gemma. All of them, including Jack, turned to look.

“A good man is so hard to find these days. And we couldn’t tolerate a nasty radioactive raider to exterminate such a marvellous male specimen, could we? Oh, nil, nunquam and nullity. In a word, no.”    

The speaker was a rangy woman who couldn’t have been more than twenty-five, dressed in a suit of black shiny skintight body armour that looked more like fetish gear. The black platform heels that she wore put her at something like six-foot five. In her hand she had a slim handgun, with a wisp of discharge curling upwards from the barrel. Her face was extraordinarily beautiful, with high, arched eyebrows and cheekbones offsetting her narrow, nasty looking eyes and plump red lips that looked like ripe fruit. An oval was cut into the midriff of her combat suit which revealed an expanse of taut, tight, deeply tanned stomach muscles. A pair of luscious, bulging breasts sat high on her chest and a lustrous blonde ponytail flared upwards in a plume from the latex hood she wore, cascading down her back. Jack would have accepted being saved by just about anyone or anything, man, woman or lizard. To have been saved be a walking wet-dream was quite another matter.   

“I am Clarity. We’ve been following your intrusion into our sanctuary for quite some time.”

Clarity walked forwards and knelt next to Gemma. Although the excitement seemingly hadn’t affected Clarity’s unruffled exterior, Gemma was panting from the anxiety, exertion and adrenaline, and her enormous breasts heaved on her chest as she struggled for breath. Her tanned skin was dappled in beads of sweat.

“I’m from the Ordus installation, as I expect you know,” Clarity continued. “Several of us have been on the lookout for Jack. We knew he was coming and I was assigned to bring him back safely. We’ve been waiting such a long time,” she said, as Anya helped Jack to his feet and supported him as they limped through the security door. Jack positioned himself against the wall as Gemma finally closed the door behind them.

“Let’s have a look at you,” said Clarity, and took off Jack’s jacket and tunic. There was a thin cut on his side where a bullet had shaved against his skin. “Barely a scratch,” Clarity said, and cleaned and dressed the wound expertly with some medical equipment she had in her backpack.

“The nurses at Ordus will be able to do a better job, as I’m sure you’ll find out in due course. Does it hurt anywhere else?”

Anya thought she detected a slight note of suggestion in Clarity’s voice. Clarity’s hands were now slowly stroking Jack’s abdomen, and her face was only inches from his. After the horror of the skirmish, Clarity’s self-assurance and confidence was intoxicating to Anya. She looked at Gemma, who also seemed taken with the new arrival.

“Perhaps I should inspect you all the same. It wouldn’t do to overlook any possible permanent damage to your precious cargo.”

With that, Clarity began to undo the buttons of Jack’s trousers. Jack tensed, but did not resist as Clarity whipped away his underwear and revealed his cock. She didn’t touch it, but merely watched with almost scientific interest as it ballooned and expanded, the massive pillar of flesh growing into full tumescence. By the time he was fully erect, the giant dick lay almost atop Jack’s chest, throbbing with regular and obscene pulsation, a full twelve and a half inches long.

“I was ready for a big dick,” Clarity conceded, “but I never expected anything like this!” She turned to Anya and Gemma. “This is way more than a one-woman job!”

The three women crowded around Jack’s groin. Clarity held the dick at its base and jutted it out at a right-angle from Jack’s body. It was truly disproportionate and immediately began to discharge copious gobs of slippery precum in response to her touch.

“I’ve been waiting for this giant cock for sooooooo long…” admitted Clarity, finally shedding her composure and melting into a paroxysm of cock-lust that took even arch-sluts such as Anya and Gemma by surprise. She would have willingly dislocated her jaw to get the dick into her mouth. As it was, her succulent lips engulfed the enormous member with apparent ease, and then she began the job of deep-throating the dick. Anya and Gemma watched in amazement as Clarity forced her throat to accept the cock, and succeeded in swallowing every single inch of Jack’s manhood. The two girls at either side needed no invitation, and each picked a massive ball to suck, so that every conceivable millimetre of Jack’s genitalia, cock and balls all, had become engulfed in the carnival of hot sucking and slobbering.  

All three women released his dick simultaneously, and withdrew, still connected to the dick by huge sticky, slobbery stands and ropes of precum and saliva. Long, gleaming, pendulous ropes slowly dripped down over Clarity’s cleavage, giving her an idea. She took the dick in her hand and guided it along her toned abdominal muscles, underneath the slim black piece of her suit that divided her belly from her breasts, and stuck it between her now saturated globes.

“I don’t want to be greedy, girls,” said Clarity, commencing a super-hot titwank, “but I think I deserve to take this boy’s big load all for myself.”
“You’re more than welcome…“ said Anya.
“…But I’d just watch out for something,” finished Gemma, a wicked smile beginning to play on her lips, all the more wicked for the long string of precum that attached them, almost a foot away, to Jack’s cock.

“What’s that?” said Clarity.

“Well, when Jack comes… he well…”
“How can we put it?”
“It’s just that, you have to be careful…”
“I mean, you really have no idea how…”
“There’s something you should probably know…”

“What?” said Clarity, almost alarmed by Anya and Gemma’s purposefully vague warnings. She found out a second later. Jack had not been able to resist the searing intensity of the sensations of his dick thrusting through Clarity’s pliant, giant globes, and he finally relented. Sperm had been boiling in his balls for a good few hours, and now it wanted out.

It was nothing like a normal ejaculation. It was a white, thick, uninterrupted shower of cum, and it jettisoned with all the force and explosive power of a fire hose. Spurting straight upwards like a fountain, Jack discharged a shower of semen onto the kneeling Clarity, who had her eyes and mouth wide open in an expression of amazement and shock. Each jet was the equivalent of about half a pint, and they were powerfully projected six feet into the air before sailing downwards and splashing onto Clarity’s astonished face. In seconds, Clarity was absolutely drenched in goo. There were thick ribbons all the way the length of her hair, and her face was a mask of white juice under which her eyes – which she had kept open, and now looked adoringly up at Jack – nose, cheeks and mouth all lay. Further prodigious spurts of the tool sent additional splashes all over her boobs, belly and thighs. Jack withdrew his dick from between her tits and began to slide it all over Clarity’s delectable body, smearing his sperm more evenly all over the woman and spooning stringy streams into her mouth which she accepted and then dribbled out over her chin to once again drip down and glaze her body.

Within a matter of minutes, Clarity’s assured demeanour had been transformed from businesslike comportment to sluttish mewling, drooling dribbles of cum and finally belching in appreciation of that of the load she had swallowed. Her shiny, skintight armour now gleamed from head to toe with cum.   

“We tried to warn you,” said Anya.

Clarity was so lost in erotic satisfaction that she balanced Jack’s balls on her chin, with his enormous shaft resting on her cum-covered face, nearly totally obscuring her gorgeous features. “That was worth waiting for,” she finally said. “Wait till she Ordus installation sees what I’ve brought back to them!”