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Where Have All The Good Girls Gone? Chapter Three free porn video
Chapter Three
Rachel woke to the sound and smell of bacon frying. She
curled the covers around her realizing that she must've
spent the entire night on the sofa. The memories of the
past few days flooded back to her as the sleepy innocent
haze left and she realized that Jason had found his way to
the kitchen. She slowly got up off the couch and eased into
her bathroom. Taking care of her morning hygiene, she
brushed her teeth and then her hair and pulled it into a
ponytail.
Opening the medicine cabinet she took one off her
Tryesterdiol capsules and washed it down with a glass of
water from the tap. Back into the bedroom she went
considering what to wear for the day. She wanted to dress
attractively for Jason but she had to be practical as they
were probably going to be all over today.
"Where was he before the end of the world?" She thought to
herself.
Amazingly it had taken a near apocalypse to bring her the
man of her dreams and for someone that until recently had
been a man herself was saying something. Rachel opted for
the pantyhose, shorts, and button front blouse that was
similar to the ones she had worn the day before. The outfit
seemed to give her just the right look and the freedom of
movement she may need if caught in a tight situation again.
Hiking boots and thick socks bunched down would help with
moving around and after a bit of make-up and coral lipstick
to match her nails she was ready to be seen again. Rachel
strolled into the kitchen as Jason turned to meet her.
He leaned over and kissed her. "Morning, sleepy head." He
chimed. "Hope you're hungry. We've got a busy day ahead."
Jason apparently new his way around the kitchen as there
were biscuits, eggs and bacon laid out on the table for
breakfast.
"I feel like I could eat something." Rachel replied coyly
and slid into a chair.
Jason took the chair across from her and began dishing out
the eggs onto her plate. "Well good, I've slaved all
morning over this hot stove just hoping for some
appreciation." He smiled and sat, dish down and reached for
a biscuit. "So where do we need to go today?"
Rachel looked down at her plate and then back at him. "We
really need to scout around and see about a generator and a
fuel pump. This electric service isn't going to last for
ever. Then I thought we might go shopping and see if we
couldn't find you some clothes."
"Have you thought," Jason began, "about moving to someplace
else? You know once we begin to have electricity and move
around here after service has gone out we're going to be
sitting ducks for bands of marauders just like the ones in
Tuscaloosa."
"I hadn't thought of that." Rachel replied. "Maybe we can
look around today for some place more out of the way. After
all it seems to be a buyers market and who knows we may
even find someone else alive."
With the revelation that they probably needed to move,
Rachel began thinking about her friends and family. She had
two sisters and one of them lived in New York the other in
Houston. Soon she was going to have to make the trip to
find them and if they came here, she wanted to leave some
message or sign for them to find. Her parents had passed
away some time ago and right now she was missing them. They
continued to discuss the plans for the day, supplies that
they might need, medical equipment for Jason and more
transportation.
Cleaning up the breakfast dishes and the dishes from the
prior evening's dinner Rachel strapped on her holster and
secured the leg straps around either leg. Picking up her
keys and the Remington shotgun, she joined Jason at the
truck. He slid the M16 into the passenger side and hopped
in as she cranked the truck and began to back out of the
driveway. First stop was going to be the little hardware
store right up the street. After securing some bolt
cutters, an axe, and a couple of pry bars they headed of to
find their needed supplies and a new place to call home.
At first Rachel was apprehensive about breaking into the
stores, somewhere in the back of her mind she kept thinking
that the owners would be upset but then the reality that
the flu had probably taken all of them rushed back in. She
had to do what was needed to survive and she promised
herself that she would. Throughout the day they wandered
from store to shopping center and back again. The local
rental store had provided the fuel pump and 5KW generator
that they had been looking for. They had hitched the
generator to the back of the truck and headed back to drop
it off at Rachel's house. They had seen no one or any signs
that anyone was in the area but both Rachel and Jason knew
that there had to be survivors some where.
After dropping off the generator Rachel headed towards
Gulfport. Her friend, Tommy, lived on 33rd Avenue and she
wanted to see if he had survived. She found Tommy in the
front room of his house he had obviously been gone for some
time. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she made her way
back onto the porch and was met by Jason who said nothing
but gathered her into his arms and held her while she
cried. Eventually she looked up at him and he wiped her
eyes. They buried Tommy on the lawn of his house, marked
the spot with his bird-girl statue from the yard, and
headed back towards Rachel's house.
When they arrived home it was nearly dark and Rachel needed
a shower. She was dirty and tired both physically and
emotionally. She showered and slipped into only the satiny
night gown that she had picked up in Tuscaloosa, and found
her way to the couch. Jason followed and returned to the
living room wearing only boxers. He sat down beside her and
began stroking her hair as she clung to him for the support
she needed. His hard body and smooth tan skin seemed to
glisten in the soft light of the lamps. He looked down at
her. His lips moved ever so slowly towards hers and as they
met warmness flooded through Rachel's body. They explored
one another's mouths, tongues swirling in a flood of
emotion that she needed to release.
Rachel pulled away, stood up, grasped his hand and led him
to her bed. As she lay down Jason slid his boxers down and
let them fall to the floor before sliding into the bed
beside her. Her pulse quickened at the sight of his naked
form. As they slid together their bodies seemed to mold
into one form of intertwined legs and exploring arms.
Jason's hand began rubbing against her thighs and pulling
at the material that covered them. Only sounds of pleasure
escape their mouths which seem bound together.
With her gown gathered at her hips Jason freely explored
her caressing and fondling her member as it slowly hardened
beneath his touch. She returned the effort and was met with
his engorged rod, all that she had remembered from her oral
attentions of the night before. Rachel slid down his sinewy
frame and straddled his chest as she took him into her
waiting lips. Jason gasped as her mouth enveloped his cock.
Reaching between her legs, he lifted her over his face and
began kissing Rachel's thighs and semi hard member. He took
it into his mouth and began swirling his tongue around its
shaft and occasionally sliding it out and flicking her
tight rose with the tip of his tongue. They stayed locked
in that position for what seemed like forever before he
reached down and pulled her to the top of the bed.
Turning over he gently spread her legs so that he was in
position and lifted them over his hips. Easing forward, his
shaft lubricated with her saliva, her hole lubricated with
his, he found her opening. With slow deliberate force he
pushed forward as she opened to take him in. She felt every
ridge and vein as his cock slid the whole length into her.
She grasped the sheets and her mouth fell open as if to
groan but no sound came, just the lustful escaping of air
from her lungs. He withdrew nearly the full length almost
as slowly and only increased Rachel's ecstasy. Her hips
bucked towards him, wanting him to fill her again. As he
responded Rachel locked her ankles behind his back and used
her thighs to match his rhythmic thrusting. It had suddenly
gotten so very hot in her little room and sweat began to
bead on the both glistening in the reflected soft light
filtering in from the living room.
Again and again his hips met hers. Jason reached back and
pulled her legs upward and locked them under his arms.
Resting on her back Rachel was nearly bent double as he
began to pick up pace and force. She could no longer
control the momentum but only hang on as Jason was clearly
now pressing into her nether most regions with his rigid
member. She rocked with him as the frenzied pace grew and
was coming very close indeed, to her own orgasm. Jason's
rippled shaft had the perfect girth to stimulate all of her
and moments later she erupted between them, her slippery
cum lubricating the sliding of their bodies against one
another, and as if waiting for her to finish Jason
reciprocated by filling her insides with his warm seed. She
could feel the jets of cum inside her. The warmth spread
throughout her whole being, threatening to overtake her
completely. She had never been with a man that so completed
her in the bedroom.
They lay together for some time kissing and caressing one
another before the fog of their lovemaking began to
subside. He kissed her and rolled gently from her, spent.
Rachel regained enough composure to stagger to the bathroom
where she could clean herself after the most intense
lovemaking that she had ever experienced. When she returned
to the bedroom, Jason looked lovingly up at her and took
her into his arms where she drifted to sleep, a second
night, in his embrace. "I could get used to this." was her
last thought before drifting off.
The days came and went and as they had suspected it was
only a few days until their electricity came to an end. The
generator was perfect except it used a bit of fuel. They
had acquired an eighteen wheeler tank truck that should
keep the thing running for a good while. The search for
other survivors continued as did the nightly passions.
Rachel had never been fucked so much in her life but it
seemed Jason couldn't get enough. They also continued to
search for better accommodations and couldn't decide if
they should stay here in town or move outward to the more
rural areas.
After about ten days it was decided for them. The smell of
decaying flesh permeated everything and everywhere in the
population centers and it would be a year or so before they
could comfortably return without enduring the odor. So
after days of scouring the county north of the coast they
found a fine three story country mansion set well off the
beaten path. With its own well and septic system it had
everything that they would need to continue their life
together.
Rachel packed only the things that she couldn't live with
out and hitched the generator to the back of her truck,
leaving a note on the kitchen table for her sisters. Jason
climbed into the tractor trailer and followed her as they
made their way up and out of the more populated areas and
into the sweet smelling country side. As they pulled into
the drive of their new home Rachel stopped to swing the
heavy iron gate open. She pulled through and allowed the
big rig to pass before closing and securing the chains and
lock. The stone fence that held them surrounded the entire
estate and was about eight feet tall. Not, that it couldn't
be breached, but it seemed to make her feel a bit more
secure.
It was several days before they were really settled into
the new place. Rachel was thankful to the owners whom they
assumed were the people whose name was on the mail that
they had kept such a nice home and so full of wonderful
furnishings. Rachel and Jason assumed an existence of day
in and day out leisure with occasional trips to the
previously populated areas searching for food supplies and
of course survivors.
On those trips they had seen a need for more nimble
transportation and had requisitioned two Harley Davidson
Road Kings and a couple of Honda rancher 4x4 ATVs. One
rainy day in mid June Rachel had convinced Jason that they
needed to scout the Wal-Mart just north of Biloxi to see if
there had been any activity since their last visit.
Wheeling into the barren parking lot they didn't see
anything unusual right away but as they dismounted, a shot
rang out. Both of them ducked for cover behind the truck as
Rachel pulled both her Ruger P85s from her holsters. She
leaned her head around the tire to survey the situation.
They had grown way too comfortable with being alone and had
forgotten that there were some people still in the world
with them.
"We don't mean you any harm!" Rachel yelled out. "We've
been looking for people."
There was no answer. She could see movement behind the
glass doors but couldn't make out anything other than a
figure standing just inside the door.
Jason tapped her on the shoulder. "This isn't getting us
anywhere. You draw their attention and I'll slip through
over by the garden center and get behind them. Hopefully
once that happens, we can convince them that we just want
to be friends."
"What if there's more than one?" Rachel asked.
"I think if there were a bunch of them," Jason replied,
"we'd be in a gunfight by now."
He eased to the rear of the truck crouching and ready.
Rachel leaned around the front tire and fired a salvo of
shots toward the brick wall in the between the east and
west main entrances. She hoped that it would have the
desired affect but miss wildly. It must've caused the
unknown person to duck for cover because Jason scurried
across the short distance to the garden center and duck
behind a row of riding mowers.
Jason slid along the wall well out of sight of the entrance
way and Rachel saw him as he ducked inside the side door.
Moments later he called for her to come up to the front and
that everything was okay. Still uneasy, Rachel moved
towards the doorway, pistols still in hand. As she got
closer she could see Jason standing over a figure, sitting
on the ground with their hands in the air. She slipped
inside the doors to see that the shooter was a woman that
appeared to be in her mid twenties. She was dirty and
disheveled. He was holding the 30-30 rifle that the young
woman had apparently been shooting with.
"Please don't hurt me!" The young woman begged and looked
up at Rachel with tears streaming down her face.
"Honey," Rachel began, "we have no intention of hurting
you. As a matter of fact we're so glad to see you that we
don't know what to do. You're the first person we've
actually seen in months."
"I'm... I'm... sorry I shot at you." She said. "But I
didn't know what you would do if you found me. There were
some biker types by here months ago and they... well they
weren't very nice."
"Well we're not going to hurt you." Jason told her. "We've
been searching for months trying to find any sign of
someone else."
"Why don't we get you cleaned up," Rachel started, "and
find you some new clothes. Come on sweetie, stand up."
Rachel holstered her pistols and offered her hand to the
young woman. The woman tentatively reached toward her and
took her hand and led her inside the store.
Rachel squeezed her hand. "I'm Rachel, what's your name."
"Charlotte." The girl replied.
"Well Charlotte," said Rachel, "we'll have you cleaned up
and in a warm bed before dark. Where have you been
staying?"
Charlotte faltered. "I've been just drifting around mostly,
staying where ever. Since the power went out, I haven't
stayed in one place to another. Besides you all the only
other people I've seen are a few drifters and those people
on the motorcycles. They said they were going down to
Florida, but they stayed here for a few days and..." The
young woman trailed of.
Rachel put her hand on Charlotte's shoulder, "You don't
have to worry, Hon, we're not like those people. We only
want to help."
"Thank you." Charlotte replied as tears again began to flow
over her cheeks. "I thought I was going to be alone
forever."
Rachel held her as Charlotte released her stress and fears
that had been pent up inside her for too long. The two
women wandered through the store gathering the things that
Charlotte would need. Rachel grabbed a carton of baby wipes
and other necessities that she thought she might require, a
big tote bag, and led her to the women's clothing section
where they picked up several pairs of shorts, shirts,
jeans, and a couple of flowered print dresses that
Charlotte had liked.
The shoe racks brought back memories to where Rachel had
been tied and raped as it looked just like the ones at the
Tuscaloosa Wal-Mart. Charlotte picked out a few pairs of
sandals and was looking at the tennis shoes when Rachel
told her that they would stop by a sporting goods store in
Gulfport and pick her up some boots and tennis shoes.
Across the isle was the lingerie department and Rachel led
her there asking what size she wore. Charlotte was smaller
than Rachel, about five foot eight inches and she looked to
be only about a hundred and thirty five pounds. Rachel
helped her pick out three or four night gowns, eight or
nine bras, a couple of dozen pairs of panties and a few
more that she liked. At the end of the rack was a display
of sheer to the waist shiny pantyhose so Rachel cleared the
shelf of Charlotte's size and put them in the bag and
picked up several boxes for her self.
The young woman began to strip her clothing away right
there. Rachel handed her the wipes. She cleaned herself as
best she could and stepped into a pair of bikini panties.
Charlotte continued to dress. Rachel handed her a pair of
pantyhose and bra telling her the pantyhose would help
protect her from gnats and such. The young woman slipped
them on and fastened a bra around her chest. Charlotte
maneuvered her breasts into the cups as Rachel handed her
deodorant one of the flowered dresses that she picked out.
It fell about mid thigh and clung to Charlotte's thin form
like a glove.
Sliding into the sandals, Charlotte looked up at Rachel and
asked, "How do I look?"
"You look wonderful." Rachel replied. "We've got running
water where we're going and you should be able to take a
proper bath when we get home."
Charlotte managed a weak smile. "I haven't had a real bath
in so long."
"Well, we've got a spare bath or two and hot water as
well." Rachel told her. She could see the relief beginning
to overtake the young woman. "It'll be fine, you'll see."
They found Jason loitering around the front of the store
and he couldn't hide his surprise at the change in
appearance of Charlotte.
"Jason," Rachel said, "this is Charlotte, our new friend.
Charlotte, this is Jason."
Jason reached out his hand and Charlotte cautiously shook
it. "Thank you," she said, "for finding me."
"You're so welcome." Jason replied. "Thank you for finding
us!"
They loaded into the truck with Charlotte on the back bench
seat and headed off down I-10 towards Gulfport. Stopping in
the shopping center at Highway 49, the three of them made
their way into the sporting goods store where they found
Charlotte several pairs of tennis shoes and a couple of
pairs of lace up hiking boots. She'd left on the last pair
of boots. They were ankle high and she'd bunched her socks
down around them like Rachel's. Charlotte looked like just
a country girl out for a day shopping.
Rachel had a good feeling about the young woman but she
could tell that Jason was a bit more cautious. She had
after all, shot at them.
The trip back to their home was about twenty five minutes
and as they neared it Rachel turned to see Charlotte fast
asleep across the back seat. Jason got out and opened the
gate when they arrived. Rachel pulled through, he secured
it back and rejoined them in the truck. Pulling around to
the rear Rachel hit the garage door opener and parked in
the garage beside the several other vehicles that they had
acquired.
Rachel reached back and placed her hand on Charlotte's
shoulder. "Wake up. We're here."
The young woman roused and mumbled and apology.
"It's okay." Rachel told her. "Let's go inside and show you
where you can get that bath you've been dreaming of."
Rachel led her inside the house and through the kitchen.
"You can stay in one of the rooms upstairs." And continued
up the kitchen stairs and to the opposite wing from where
she and Jason slept. Just like every other room in the
house, it was well furnished and comfortable. Rachel showed
her where the bathroom was and left her there to take care
of herself telling her that supper would be ready soon and
she could come down whenever she was ready.
Walking into their bedroom Jason was already beginning to
undress for a shower. Rachel followed suit and joined him.
They bathed one another, exploring every area. He placed
her hands on the shower head pipe and began massaging her
breasts from behind. Rachel felt his man hood grow and soon
she was aroused herself. Her erection jutted out in front
of her and throbbed as he entered her tight opening. The
warm water cascaded down their bodies as they slid
together. Rachel arched her back to position herself for
him. The slow passionate lovemaking and attention to her
breasts continued for a half an hour or so before she
pulled from him. The shower rinsed him clean as she took
him in her mouth and within minutes was rewarded with his
tasty semen. She loved the taste and swallowed as he pulled
her up to him and kissed her deeply.
They dried one another and began to dress when Rachel
realized that she would have to dress as they had a guest.
Sliding into fresh panties, pantyhose, and bra she picked
out a pretty little sundress and sandals, then glided off
down the stairs to see what she could scare up for supper.
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