Chapter 6

The rest of Adam’s day went smoothly. Nobody was shunning him at breakfast or lunch, and when he joined the digging crew for a bit of non-sexual drilling he found Dana already attacking the cavern on the lower level. As one of the only three or four women who could wrestle a jackhammer, she took no small amount of satisfaction showing off alongside the men. At first she glared at him but let him work alongside her, and when they could finally take off their earmuffs and retreat to a quiet corner, chatted about casual news a bit then nudged him with her shoulder.

“So you done dodging me?”

“It wasn’t you. I was kinda dodging everyone.”

“Hm. Done with that?”

“I guess? I should talk to Peter and Kitty too, figure all this out.”

“Good luck with blondie, she’s giving me the silent treatment. Peter’ll be at Petal and Dick’s tomorrow morning though.”

“Why?” When Dana just smirked at him he realized. “Oh.”

“I’ll be there too, you know. You know?”

“I guess I do know” he felt himself blushing.

“Good talk, Adam! Come by before breakfast, six-ish.” Without giving him a chance to reply, Dana stood and strutted away, bending over straight-legged to pick up a drill set with her back to him. The right intent can make even denim overalls sexy. As he wandered the halls to and from the cantina before bed, he realized how his newfound knowledge coloured his understanding of the place he’d called home all his remembered life. He knew now why children’s rooms stood separated from adults’ corridors, and that many of the old utility rooms were not abandoned but secret entrances to party rooms. Even now, he wondered how many of the doors he passed hid naked bodies humping together. (Quite a few, in fact.) The subtle odour of sex still perfumed his own abode despite the constant air conditioning since morning, and as he turned the light out he realized he’d been smelling that all his life, all over the habitat, constantly. It was the background radiation of their social lives. This barrel of monkeys f.u.c.k.e.d! No wonder they were up to their necks in babies.

He’d set his clock but didn’t need it, his subconscious rousing him five minutes before it would sound. By reaching Dick’s door he desperately hoped noone could see his pants tenting. The boy froze. How exactly would this go? What could he say - hi, heard there’s babes here to pork? Standing there, jaw gaping, he jumped away from a brown hand reaching past him to press the doorbell. Dana stood there in a long, baggy, conservative dress, frizzled hair still a bit flattened and damp, smirking at his predicament.

“Doors open faster if you do that instead of trying to stare them open like Cyclops.”

Before he could snark back, they were quickly ushered in by Petal, dressed in a similarly conservative dress that wouldn’t have scandalized an Amish housewife. Similar to before, they’d positioned their source of music strategically by the door as a redundant anti-eavesdropping measure. It helped that most of the action was happening in their apartment’s back room. From their couch Dick favored Adam with a brief wave, but otherwise had his hands full with a wide pair of breasts belonging to Emily, a curly thirty-ish redhead down the hall from Dana, who smiled at their entrance while rubbing her crotch back and forth over the older man’s thigh. In the back room, Peter lay on his back on the bed. At first he didn’t see them come in, his face occupied with Mary’s crotch mashed over his face. The busty schoolmarm who had taken Adam’s virginity furrowed her brow a bit at his entrance, obviously displeased, but quickly set her features into a benevolent smirk. Then she sighed in frustration when Peter finally noticed the new arrivals and patted her butt to dismount him. Eyeing her leaking cunt, Petal crossed her arms and licked her lips suggestively.

“Sorry Mary dear, guess the boys have some talking to do. But you know, all you have to do is ask.”

“I don’t think that would be appropriate” Mary reached for her discarded skirt, huffing.

“What she means, Adam, is that it would be just as appropriate as all those other times I’ve already licked her cunt while men watched.” Petal winked at the younger boy. “Why don’t you watch the door a bit, Dana. I’ve got some cleanup to do.” Mary turned red for a moment, then, heavy lactating breasts swaying, tossed the skirt aside and tried lying down opposite them. Only when Petal stubbornly stood on their side did she turn 180 and spread her thighs. Peter moved some bundles of clothes aside so he and Adam could sit side by side watching the impromptu lesbian porn show, and whispered:

“So, you decided? Not mad anymore?”

“I guess ... or not really” whispered Adam back, taking his cue. Across the room, Mary’s head shot up, frowning. Obviously she’d been expecting to eavesdrop on them while being pleasured. From the entrance they heard the music get turned up a notch as Dana took up guard duty.

“Dick says I did it wrong. I still think it was better to just rip the band-aid off.” Across the room, Mary sighed and splayed her thighs wider, her black-furred cunt soon covered by the back of Petal’s head. They were doing it. They really were doing it ... With each other. They could do that. Every fantasy he’d had, and had been taught to believe himself deviant for wishing it...

“You should’ve told me sooner.”

“You and Kitty, you’re close. Was hoping you’d sort it out.”

“Not as close as you were with her” Adam snapped, then they both went silent a minute watching Petal’s hands caressing Mary’s thighs while the brunette fondled her own lactating breasts. Peter calmed himself, trying not to start an argument.

“Do you mean you’ve never, uh, done that?”

“Oh ... actually yeah, I guess we did.”

“So? And it’s you she keeps going back to, or did, isn’t it?”

Another long pause. Mary’s nostrils were flaring, eyes squeezed shut, droplets of milk forming on the ends of her pregnancy-enhanced nipples as the sound of wet slurping and flicking increased between her legs.

“You lied to me.” Adam played his trump card.

“Not ... not exactly, man. You knew there was stuff we couldn’t talk about until you started going up. It’s like that for all of us.”

“Why?”

“Long, long talk” the older boy sighed. They both smirked at the sight of Mary’s thighs begin to tremble with tension. Increasingly distracted by his boner, Adam felt less and less engaged in their conversation. Was this ... okay? He wanted to still be Peter’s friend.

“So, what, we keep going like this?”

“Everybody’s been going like this for years. We all have favorites, we all share. It’s working.”

“My favorite won’t talk to me.”

“Sure it’s not the other way around?”

Adam’s jaw dropped. Well, you didn’t have to tell him twice. This was the third time someone had reminded him. He let himself be distracted by the show. It was exciting, and also right, so right, for this to be a part of his life, to no longer pretend sex did not exist. All kinds of sex. On the bed, Mary was squeezing Petal’s head between her legs as the other had angled her face a bit down and upped the tempo on her audible licking. Finally, the scheming schoolmarm moaned and tensed. Petal gulped a few times, then leveraged herself free as Mary’s thighs released their grip. Licking her cumstained lips, their resident hippie chick rose and pointed over to the other’s obscenely splayed, engorged, leaking vulva.

“Hope you were taking notes, boys. There will be a test. Lots of them in fact.”

“That’s okay” said Peter, dropping the whispering. “Mary’s a lenient grader when it comes to this.”

Their teacher snorted without bothering to sit up, though she did close her thighs at realizing her former students could almost inspect her cervix in her current condition. And after all the trouble she’d gone to not to let Adam get a good look during their first night, to keep him guessing and coming back for more. So much leverage thrown out the window! Petal wet a napkin from a bottle and wiped Mary off her face, then left for the other room. The music changed again, and soon Dana strutted in.

“They’re still goin’ at it in there. What’s going on here, why are you guys’ pants still on? Let’s see some wiener!”

“We forgot how to undress ourselves” said Peter flipping his shirt off, and winked at Adam who hesitated a bit, not sure if his scrawny still-growing physique would be appreciated, but copied him. “We need some expert help.”

“And what makes you think I’m an expert at undressing?” Dana winked, then began inching her long dress up her brown legs, swaying her hips to the music from the other room. Mary reclined, thighs squeezed and arm draped over her bust to hide her charms, glaring disapprovingly at Dana turning to wave her muscular back-side at the boys, flicking the dress over her back to show off a pair of lacy red panties doing little to hide the darker crease of her privates. When she turned, grinning victoriously at their bug-eyed stares, throwing the dress off altogether revealed a matching red lace bra, nipples shining shamelessly through the gauzy material. Where his first sight of her this morning obfuscated from neck to ankles had made Adam second-guess the very nature of this get-together, her underthings left little doubt she was here to get penetrated. His bulge visibly flexed inside his pants, to her renewed amusement.

The taut nineteen year old sashayed the two steps to Peter’s chair and knelt in front of him, fingers quickly undoing his fly. Mary, not to be outdone, forced herself to grin and took up a matching position in front of Adam. For all her efforts, these parties always ended up the same way. All of this was wrong. Every step of the process should have been valued individually not squandered like this brainless little tomboy was doing, like they all insisted on doing. And Adam ... she’d come so close, they’d come so close, her and Connie, they’d almost succeeded in separating him from the herd, they could’ve had one on their side finally, devoted as he naturally should be. Nonetheless she forced her fake grin wider and quickly undid Adam’s fly, pulling his socks, pants and underwear off in unison with Dana working on Peter. One had to maintain relations after all. With plenty of resentment but no hesitation she steadied the slab of meat bobbing in her face and set to moisturizing it.

Adam trembled slightly, half from the raw pleasure of the milf’s lips molding his foreskin, half from the erotic sight of both faces contrasting in skin tone, hair shape, age, features, everything but overall beauty, kneeling in front of him and his friend to slurp on their members, and an extra-big half from anxiety. Was he ... acceptable? He wasn’t quite as big as the older men, shorter and scrawnier, his penis itself still growing at sixteen. Having them side by side like this, wouldn’t the women compare them? More importantly, wouldn’t they compare him unfavorably? Wouldn’t they - oh fuck, what was Mary’s tongue doing with his urethra! His eyes refocused as hers glanced up feeling him twitch and groan, glittering with joy at his reaction, having forgotten to be recalcitrantly manipulative in the excitement. Experienced, warm, gentle fingers contoured his scrotum. What had he been thinking about? Probably nothing important.

Lingering nerves kept the youth from coming too fast, but it still didn’t take Mary long to work him up. He let his hands travel at their own speed through the cougar’s sleek dark hair, tenderly caressing her soft cheeks feeling them bulge and vacuum with every deeper dive down his length, to her soft arms and shoulders when she accelerated to bobbing in earnest, having given up any pretense that she wasn’t having fun sucking and easing off, teasing him expertly only to redouble her efforts making him moan in desperation to come. Mary’s soft, heavy rack wobbled and heaved with her motions while Dana’s much smaller endowments stood more stiffly to attention. Everyone barely registered Emily and Dick wander into the room and cuddle casually on the bed watching the double blowjob, his cock softened and slimy to match her overflowing cunt. By the time the two boys were bucking their hips, unloading up into eagerly suctioning mouths, Emily was wiping down her crotch and slipping into a baggy housedress to take up door duty.

Adam looked around. He had just ejaculated into his teacher’s mouth. Everything she had told him all his life made this scenario impossible. He was supposed to retrieve some sort of holy grail for her before a night of moderately chaste reproductive copulation, get terrorized by her father like in every sitcom, or perhaps take a bullet in the trenches before returning to her a hero, or at the very least spend a decade climbing corporate ladders (whatever those were) so he could spend an appropriately grand two months’ salary on a diamond ring. Did venison and berries substitute for diamond rings and she’d just never told him? Now his friend was getting ready to do the same in their childhood playmate’s mouth. And across the room, Dick was just placidly watching. Petal came in, already stripping off her dress. They both welcomed Mary between them, hugging her naked form between theirs, Petal’s breasts sliding across her own.

There was supposed to be something very wrong about this scene, but he couldn’t find it.

Dana squeezed her eyes shut in concentration and gulped, rubbing her pussy through the lacy red panties. Her bra had fallen undone to the floor at some point in the proceedings. Peter helped her up and sat her in his lap, wrapping his arms around her in appreciation and kissing her shoulders. For the next few minutes they relaxed, and really did talk shop like the adults had always told kids they do when they meet by themselves. There’d be a lot of noise tomorrow fitting doors to the rooms dug last year. The vegetable garden could use some fresh topsoil from above. Another foraging team was due back today, so tomorrow they’d probably head out again, and they’d need to haul back more water pipes to expand the plumbing.

“But first we need to lay some different kind of pipe” said Petal, pointing to the men’s penises re-hardening at the ready availability of female flesh around them, Adam leading the pack, especially once she undid the top of her dress and her C-cups wobbled into view. Wriggling her ass over it to gauge its firmness, Dana found it satisfactory, bent over sticking her black ass in his face to strip them off, giving him a whiff of readied pussy, grabbed his hand and pulled him with her to the bed, kneeling on the edge.

“Come on, I’m not missing another chance at your cock. We’re doing this quick and dirty though, I want to finish before breakfast.” Not one to stand on ceremony she knelt on it, splaying her thighs to offer her entrance as clearly as she could in the most timeless mammalian fashion. Adam’s breath caught at the shameless display, at her brazen demand, at Petal’s hand clapping his buttock to push him forward into Dana’s rump, but mostly just at being desired by these beautiful creatures. He leveraged his glans toward her hole and pushed into her tight, young but far from inexperienced, slick and ready love channel. They were already ramming together when Petal took up matching position on all fours next to Dana.

“Come on Peter. All the cool kids are doing it. Pick your lane.”

“If I’m picking, do you have some oil?”

What a weird question, thought Adam, but didn’t have time to consider it in light of Dana’s rock-hard brown derriere slamming back into him at increasing tempo, her squeezing passage eager for more.

“Don’t need it honey. I loosened myself earlier. Just wet yourself a bit.” Said Petal. Peter spat in his hand and pushed slowly into Petal, both groaning. Her husband, slower to rise than his younger counterparts, finally stiffened at the sight, squeezing her hand while she was entered. Then he lay back and pulled Mary over him. She frowned, but the eagerness with which her hand sought his erection and slid it into herself belied her put-upon show. Pretty soon all three couples were humping in unison, giving their day the best possible start. Almost a generation’s length after their world had ended, huddled together so deep below sheltering layers of rock, humanity nonetheless had rediscovered an ancient dictum too easily forgotten by the demented pre-war society: that holes must be stuffed and balls drained into their eager clutches, as often as they could spare it. Though on his second cum of the morning, Adam couldn’t hold back, not only from the sensation of Dana beginning to squeeze about his pistoning stiffness, but at the welcoming readiness with which she did so, at not only the lack of judgment from the others but their joyful acceptance of him and his desires.

All his life he had imbibed the guilt and threat of sex from old movies and stories, and from his schooling under Mary and her ilk. Now the woman who’d endlessly ranted to them about gentlemanly and ladylike behavior was echoing the room with her lush glutes slapping down onto Dick’s pelvis, lost in her own truer desires. Eyes fixed on her bouncing, hefty hooters, he slid his hands under Dana to grasp her own, not caring they were smaller or firmer but relishing the variety, and she welcomed his every grope and caress, her breath coming in ever more urgent panting. When he finally lost control and shots his last few drops of cum, he barely registered her own hand flying back between her legs and tweaking her own clit, taking herself that last pace to the finish line so she could cum with him.

At long last he back out of her already floppy yet more satisfied than he had ever been in his life, and stumbled his ass back onto the chair. Only as his orgasmic haze cleared did he look at Peter and Dana’s backsides still humping. Something was off about their angle. Then Peter raised a foot onto the bed for purchase and his jaw dropped at the now clear sight.

“Oh ... wow!”

He would never have dared admit to wanting this. He had thought himself the sickest, most depraved, most evil boy in history for dreaming of sticking his cock up women’s asses whenever they waddled past him in the halls, whenever they bent over, whenever their pants rode up a bit, whenever he saw their squeezably wide butts flexing and hinting at the narrow straits betwixt. Yet here, so casually, without him even having to inquire, was his best friend’s penis drilling through the older woman’s anus, dimpling and dragging it, pausing only to spit on his fingers and wet himself before pounding her all the harder. A happily plowed Dana pushed up from the bed to see what had him so amazed.

“Man, Petal, this why I don’t take it there in the mornings, you’re gonna be walking crooked all day the way he’s pounding you.”

Petal gave no answer save for reaching back to finger herself with both hands, shoulders slumped onto the mattress, cheek pressed into the blanket, eyes rolling back into her head in prolonged orgasmic bliss. Wait, Adam mentally rewound the tape: did Dana just say ‘in the mornings’ and did that mean he could lure her to his room some evening and she’d be willing...? Dana, bent over in front of him, her athletic round ass inviting him to stick it in? Inadvertently his gaze had drifted to the crack of said ass as it wavered in front of him. By whatever telepathy women always know they’re being checked out, she glanced over her shoulder at him to shoot him a sparkling, inviting smile.

“Giving you ideas?”

“Just the one idea.” He wasn’t lying either. There was nothing in his head at the moment except the thought of squeezing into her again by every hole. His cock though had thrown in the towel for the moment, flaccidly resting against his much lightened nut sack, and it was just as well. Peter grunted and rammed home into Petal’s ass one last time, shooting whatever he had left. This, then, was everything he had been raised to avoid as a crime against nature and womankind. A pleasant lightness, a heady miasma of sweat and hormones, the smooth, warm, reassuring wrap of Dana cuddling against his shoulders with his cum still inside her and her nipples scraping his neck, his best friend enjoying alternate options with a woman twice his age, and the domineering pretender to chastity who had frowned and scolded him for years whenever he showed the slightest physical interest in a girl now grinding her plump hips over his expedition leader’s erection, tiny streaks of mother’s milk smearing out of her nipples with his every enthusiastic grope and pinch.

It was obvious Mary and Dick would take a few more minutes, so the rest of them set to cleaning up and made a big show of exiting the “morning meeting” for the benefit of a couple of tweens passing by the hall. Nothing of note happened until late afternoon when one of the other two scavenging parties returned with monumental news: they’d cleared out the mutant rat nest! A chance encounter near the last attack site had allowed them to guesstimate its location and they’d happened to be carrying some grenades. Well then. Good. Adam cheered with the rest. This was good, he thought listening to the other men describe the fur flying, the scores of quadruped corpses. This was great news. He kept telling himself that as he joined an evening work detail in the machine shop, as he hammered a recently soldered casing into its fittings until it popped back out and Willy came over and snatched the hammer out of his hand. The older man led him out for a private talk.

“The fuck was that about, kid?”

“I ... don’t know” said Adam wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, teeth still gritting for now particular reason.

“I know Petal said you were at her place earlier, so you’re not pent up anymore. So what is it?”

“Nothing, geez!” he put on his best surly teen face.

“Don’t give me that, what else happened today?”

“Nothing! It’s great, it’s all great, I’m fine, sorry, I’ll fix the bend.”

“Fuck the bend. What’s eating you?” When Adam went mute, staring at the ground, he sighed and thought. “Oh I get it. The other dudes stole your thunder, didn’t they?”

“What? No!”

“Yeah, yeah ... it was supposed to be our team, right? We’d get back at the little monsters for giving us a scare, you’d get your revenge, go all Commando beach rampage on their asses, a machine gun in each hand.” Adam said nothing, pouting. “Yeah, and then you’d come back standing up straight like the manliest man among us, and the girls would fall into your arms ... Kitty, she’d fall into your arms like in old war movies. Hail the conquering hero, is that about the long and short of it?” The mechanic sized up the still sullen teen, then sighed, pulled him in for a brief hug and felt him tense then relax a bit, barely whispering: