Chapter 12: Hanna

I had spent the previous afternoon at Caldwell Feed and Seed. I found a record that someone had bought a gallon bottle of special insecticide. It was for Permectrin II Insecticide Concentrate.

That triggered an ancient memory. Looking up the product on my cellphone, I found it was suitable for any kind of cattle, including horses, sheep, or goats.

It was a long shot, but I headed out to #735 Sharpe Lane to see what there was at that location. When I got there, it was a large place with acres and acres of grass with cattle scattered in groups. They appeared to be in different fields. They appeared to be healthy because I saw a calf running and jumping around near its mother.

#735 Sharpe Lane has a large mailbox, but it does not show a name.

I pulled my truck into the driveway and walked up to the front door.

There was no doorbell, so I knocked. I heard feet running inside, and a woman opened the door. A woman???

She pulled me inside and hugged the living shit out of me. As she held on tightly to me, I asked, Is this the Middelkamp Farm?

She nodded and continued hugging me tightly. She feels so nice and soft. She kept touching me, feeling me as if to prove I was really there. Someone’s happy to see me. She also seemed to be smelling me on the sly for some reason.

She said, “I thought everyone was dead. I drove into town, and I didn’t see a living soul.” She kept patting and touching me all over to make sure I was really there.

I pushed her gently back so I could get a better look at her. She’s a real big gal, maybe 5’ 7” with yellow-blonde hair. I realized, looking at her face, she was not quite an adult woman but an older girl. Her face is still young and delicate. She looks very abundantly healthy. Farm girl healthy. She probably gets fresh milk every day and eats a lot of beef. Add some chores, and she is the epitome of a healthy farm girl.

She is wearing a long, white T-shirt and, most likely, nothing else. My hands had detected no bra straps. The two distinctive nipple bumps I can see on her sizable breasts indicate I am correct. It’s her breast size and her height that made me think she’s an adult.

Her eyes had lowered demurely, and her face pinked up. She’d seen me eying her big breasts appraisingly, so she blushed. She said nothing as if she had liked me looking at them.

She almost whispered, “I wasn’t expecting anyone. I don’t normally greet people dressed this way. I thought everyone was dead. Uh, I’d just taken care of the cows and just came straight from my shower. I only put this on because I was in a rush to get the door. Your knocking ... Umm, would you like a cup of coffee?”

I said, “Please, that would be very nice. I’m Jack Sparks, by the way.”

She said, “I’m Hanneke Middelkamp, please call me Hanna.”

I followed her into a country kitchen, and she poured me a cup from a Mr. Coffee.

I watched her long legs as she walked to the kitchen. They are quite lovely, and her legs are longer than normal and well-rounded. The T-shirt only comes down to mid-thigh. Her skin is porcelain white, without a mark. Her skin is perfect and somehow pure-looking.

I asked, “Do you mind if I asked you how old you are? You look like you are an adult. So far, I have only found girls of highschool age. Nobody has been older or younger. Oh, and only girls. I have seen no boys or men whatsoever.”

She said, “So, there are other girls besides you around? I’m 20.”

She got herself a cup, and we sat down. An orange tabby came in and jumped up in her lap. She hurriedly hulled her T-shirt back down, but only after I was flashed her yellow pubic hair. Her pubes were slightly darker than her head’s hair was.

This girl-woman looks quite lovely in a natural way. She has no makeup, no hair color, and she appears to have no avarice or meanness. She turned red again as she petted her cat.

“This is Oscar. He’s a mean old critter, but he loves me.”

I said, “There are 128 girls in Savannah. Everyone is around 18 years old. That’s why I had to ask your age. We thought the narrow age spread was highly unusual. I’m 46, by the way, and I’m pretty sure I am the only male in the area.”

She said, “How do you know you’re the only one?”

I said, “I was informed of that by whoever killed all the people off. I was told there are only a handful of men in all the Americas, north and south. Whoever claimed to be God, but I have my doubts about that. Does God send text messages? That’s the short of what I know about it: the die-off.

I continued, “I’m not from this area. “I recently sailed down from the Norfolk, Virginia area in my sailboat. I saw no ships or planes of any kind, not during the entire trip down to here.”

She said, “128, mostly eighteen years old teenage girls? That’s a bit too much to swallow. It’s almost Machiavellian.”

I said, “You can come visit them anytime you want. There is one more thing: it was implied that I am to go forth and multiply. How biblical is that? With all those young girls?”

“The reason I came out here was I found a reference at the Feed & Seed that the farm had bought a special Insecticide. It was Permectrin II Insecticide for farm animals. I was hoping there were cattle here.”

She said, “There is; they are Dexter’s. The Irish man that bred them a long time ago was named Dexter. They are a mid-sized breed; they are not a mini or dwarf breed.”

She said, “We raise several beeves every year, mostly as my Dad’s hobby. The heart of his hobby is that we have 8 brood cows and 2 bulls. We eat all that what we raise and share some too.”

She paused and sniffed; my Dad, my Brothers, and Mom all died that same day.”

I said, “Very much like the people in town?”

She said, “Yes, much like them. When I called 911, I got no answer. I only got a useless message; I drove to town and saw the death and devastation everywhere. That was a total shock to me. It’s odd, but I didn’t see any other girls.”

I said, “They have stayed indoors and at home. I think they were all in shock and too frightened to go out. I sailed into port, borrowed some keys to a Jeep, and went to the address on the dead owner’s wallet. I was thinking it would be a good place to live; I had the keys. I found three girls there. Those girls all went to the same school.”

I said, “The school has a bulletin board messaging system set up for the school’s students. The girls use it to stay in touch with each other. Two of the girls came to Savannah with me; I found them in a fish camp on the Outer Banks. Still, they are both 18. You’re outside of the 18-year-old box. I’m glad of that.”

She asked, “Why is this happening?”

I replied, “The text said, “I did this for the sake of the planet.”

“I can only guess it’s the go forth and multiply quote from the bible. It’s some type of world restart. The teenage girls are all very precocious. They are hungry to have sex and make babies. What young teen girl wants to do that with a full-grown adult man? To them, I am old.”

She said, “They want to have babies?” She had turned scarlet red when she said that.”

She crossed her legs and pushed the cat off her lap. She stayed red for a minute while she thought about it.

She said, “So, they are trying to seduce you at your age?”

I said, “Is that shocking to you?”

She crossed her legs again and started to shake one leg up and down.

“Yes.” She kept shaking her leg. She had crossed her leg so that shaking that leg lightly, I knew the legs shaking was rubbing her labia together.

I said, “How do you feel about that?”

She turned scarlet, “I can’t tell you that. I have not figured that out yet.”

I watched her; she was getting an itch in her ditch, just like the girls down in Savannah. I thought at first Isobel was overly precocious, but the others had mostly been the same way. They went from being virgins to horny girls in no time. I suspected this was part of this so-called “gods” go forth and multiply scheme.

That would answer why I was horny for young girls. Before the recent mess, I had not given teenage girls one thought. They are noisy, obnoxious, and a pain to be around. Izzy had pierced the veil, and it was all downhill after that for me. I was hooked on the feel and smell of young girls.

I said, “So, this was a hobby farm?” Did you raise anything else here?”

She said, “We used to. We used to raise hogs and chickens at one time. The hogs smelled, so Dad sold those to the Hostetlers up the street. The Hostetlers have the hogs back in the woods. We quit raising chickens not long after. Nobody wanted to deal with them. We kids had grown up.”

I said, “Have you checked on the hogs to see if they are OK?”

She said, “I have not even thought of them. They have an 18-year-old girl named Emma. I should go check on her. Maybe she is alive; she’s in that age group and might be fine.”

“You didn’t think to check on her or them?”

“Not really. They are Amish people, and we have very little in common with them. They have always been a close-knit group and have stayed away from the rest of us. The father was an unfriendly, harsh man.”

I said, “Let’s go see if she’s alright.”

She said, “Yes, but I need to dress first.”

I said, “Alright, go get dressed.”

“Can you come upstairs with me? I don’t want to let you out of my sight. I haven’t seen anyone in such a long time. I was so frightened. I’m having trouble believing you’re even here.”

I said, “OK, you go on, and I’ll follow behind you.”

When I came in, I had seen a set of stairs near the door. I suspected she would go up the stairs. She stood up, and I walked behind her. She turned at the stairs and started up. What a view I got following her up the stairs.

Hanna wasn’t wearing any panties. Was she displaying herself on purpose? She turned quickly and caught my eyes on her naked legs and bum. A very fine bum.

She turned beet red and stopped. She paused that way, then turned around on the stairs facing me. I was now looking right at the bottom inch of her hairy yellow-haired pussy. She was looking at my eyes, knowing where I was looking.

I said, “You are very beautiful?”

“Am I?”

I said, “Oh Yes, very much, and you are yummy to look at.”

“What does that mean?”

I said, “I want to just eat you up.”

“OH! You are looking right at my ... You can see it; you want to have sex with me, don’t you? You want to do it n-n-now?”

I said, “Yes, yes, and YES. I want to have sex with you. I want to see all of you. You’re so delicious looking.”

“We can’t.”

I said, “There is only one man, and I am him. Did you ever want to have children?”

She bit her lower lip, “More than anything. Since I saw you, I got these weird feelings down there - and I began to want you. I want to take my Dad’s shirt off and show you all of myself. Your eyes tell me I am a woman, and you want me. I want to do this.”

I took two steps up and slowly reached out and slid a finger through her slot. She’s damp. I stood there and gently Jill’ed her lips with my finger.

After a few minutes of stimulating her pussy, I said, “Let’s go to your room.”

She nodded, “My bed’s too small; we’ll go to my parent’s room; it has a bigger bed.”

I said, “Show me the way.”

Hanna turned down the hallway and opened a door as she pulled the shirt off. She stopped partway into the room and turned around so I could see her nude body. Her breasts are in profile; they stick straight out. They are more than a handful. Her areolas are colorless. Their only feature is small bumps around the circumference. Her nipples are nubbins.

My shirt was on the floor as I had toed off my sandals and was removing my shorts and underwear at the same time.

When I was naked, she locked her eyes on my dick. My eyes are locked on her fine large tits.

I stepped up to her, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her gently. She gasped and returned the kiss very wetly as she tried to crush me in her arms.

I walked her backwards to the bed and settled her down on it. I got on the bed with her and leaned over to kiss her as I fondled her sizable, firm tits. I have big hands, and her tits were each a bit more than a handful. Her skin is soft and very warm. Hanna’s chest, neck, and face are rosy, and her breathing is rapid.

I managed to get one hand on her chubby pussy and keep the other on a tit as we continued kissing. Her pussy felt soft and plush, and she was fast becoming soaked down there. I worked on kissing her and toying with her plump sex. She did not like direct finger contact on her clitoris.

She grabbed my hand, “No more, please. Please put it in. I need to feel you inside me.”

I shifted her over, and she slowly drew her legs apart; she looked up as I got in position. She looked down as I set my dick against her pussy. I slid it up and down, wetting it.

“OOOOhhhhhhhhh, I knew it would feel good.”

She put her legs around my ass and pulled me in tight. “Enough messing around, I’m a woman now.”

“Oh my God, you sure are.”

She muttered, “Umm. Oh God, you really filled me up.”

She’d had no hymen, but an active farm girl probably wouldn’t. I did not care one whit either way. This was the plushest pussy I had ever been in. I had so much pussy lately that I could go slow and really enjoy Hanna. She pulled me down for a long kiss, and I felt her insides begin gripping and squeezing my member tightly.