Chapter 2

“So, what are we going to do to survive? We can’t hide out here in the school forever, can we? Granted, it’s rubble and no one will expect it, but we’ll need at least the necessities of life, such as food, drink, hopefully running water and soap, preferably some kind of power, if it’s possible, you get the idea. I doubt that we can hole up here in school for good and still sustain ourselves. I vote that we scavenge what we can from Truman High and then book it!” I proposed to my two lovely new wives, both of them former teachers of mine.

“Yeah, you’re right about that, but we’ll definitely need your muscles and strong back for that one. So, were you, in fact, a soldier when the whole thing came crashing down? You can hunt if we need to and fight off attackers, I presume. That was my impression, which I admit was a huge turn-on for both of us, in case you missed it from that last threesome,” Sandy told me.

“What she said. Seriously, I heard that you were Army or Navy or something. Which was it, anyway? I just want to know what we’re getting here as a husband, protector, and provider, you know. I’m more than happy to submit, of course. These are rough times and it’s halfway back to the caves in some ways. I’m not delusional enough to think feminism is going to survive this whole apocalypse, at least not intact,” Lauren backed her colleague and sister-wife up now.

“Well, so far, he’s thinking ahead and that’s a good sign, ain’t it? Sorry, we’re very nerdy, but hardly handy. We’re not what you’d call very organized, either. Just being honest here,” Sandy confessed, not surprisingly.

“Hey, babe, I got it covered, okay? I got this, girls. I was Army, for the record. Just minding my own ... and Uncle Sam’s business, serving as a mess cook, believe it or not, when the whole thing fell apart. Yep, that’s my great, glorious military career, if you want to know the truth. I worked chow duty. I was a cook. Not a bad duty, certainly no shame in it, but nothing distinctly martial about it, I’m afraid,” I admitted now.

“Hey, at least we know that you can cook, which means that all three of us can cook and take turns with that job. We’re a lot less likely to starve that way. And you must have at least the mechanical skills needed in a kitchen, I dare say. That’s a start, if nothing else. Not bad, honey. A perfectly respectable profession,” Lauren agreed with a light touch on my shoulder.

“And we know that you can fuck, no doubt of that. Let’s just hope that your fish can swim. Gotta find those eggs, okay? Will have to repopulate the planet, whose overpopulation crisis seems to have reversed it rather dramatically since Armageddon or whatever one wants to call it. I honestly don’t know what historians will call it when writing the histories, Admittedly, we’re centuries away from the answer to that question,” Sandy recalled while both women worked to revive my boner.

Before I knew it, Sandy and Lauren were both on their hands and knees in the van, alternating their mouths between my cock and my balls. Their tongues eagerly bathed and lathered my dick with their spit as they tasted me again and again. Oh, damn it, I thought, as I noticed just how wonderful their lips felt on my private parts now. I could definitely get used to this, one of the few upsides to this crazy, post-apocalyptic world. There was plenty that was wrong with it, of course, but this much was right with it, at least for now.

“Ladies, luckily, I’m younger and have plenty of stamina. Just bear in mind that even so, I’m not Superman. Even if I was, there is plenty of Kryptonite around, such as a bullet or exhaustion or heat stroke or whatever. Of course, I fear that this new life will age us all well before our time. The old life wasn’t perfect, but at least I didn’t have to hunt for indoor plumbing and central air. Basic refrigeration, that kind of thing,” I observed while the ladies playfully rolled my balls around in their mouths.

“What do you really think that we need to do to survive, long-term?” Sandy asked now, probably more voicing her thoughts aloud than anything else.

“Find a community that already exists and that has many of the amenities that we could use to raise a family together in peace. Hopefully, that’s still an option. One can only dream or hope or wish or whatever. What do you think, Lauren?” I asked my other wife directly now.