4
“How much further?” I ask. I’m sitting on the horse blanket while Wolf adds kindling to the fire he started. We’ve been lucky that it hasn’t rained on us all day, and he was able to find some sheltered wood to burn.
I discarded my panties and only have my torn sweats. I pull the ass flap over to protect the blanket from my dripping slit.
“Should be home day after tomorrow,” Wolf answers, his eyes darting to me and looking over me as if to see if there’s anything I need.
“What’s it like?” I ask for the first time. Both men are quiet. Stoic. There hasn’t been much conversation going on as we rode, both of them constantly scanning the woods around us.
“Safe. About a dozen people there. It was a family homestead that has six homes on the property. Three couples. Four elders we take care of. A few single men. Three kids. A baby.”
“How did you find each other?” I can’t imagine being around that many people. Nerves make my jaw stiff.
“Get on all fours,” Wolf orders, and I glance up in shock. When I see his stern face, I quickly roll over, feeling the air hit my pussy when my sweats fall open.
Wolf gets into position behind me and slides into my slit with no warm-up or warning. I whimper at the thick push. He grabs my hips and pumps me steadily. I close my eyes, and the tension in my back eases. I drop my face to the blanket, and my back bends. He strokes up and down my sides.
I cum easily and long, in rippling waves. He follows me, pumping copious amounts of cum into my belly and pulling free in a sloppy yank. I flop onto my side and curl up loosely.
“Old timers lived there. Ranger knew them from back in the day. He used to play on a traveling basketball team with their boy. He made his way out to check on them years after the sickness, and they were still kickin’. They asked him to stay. His sister and her husband and kids came too.
They slowly collected more people. I met him scavenging about ten years ago, took a few years before they invited me to stay.”
He kept talking until my eyelids drooped and the fire flamed high.
“I’ll be quick,” Ranger whispers in my ear, his tree-trunk thighs spreading mine wide. I writhe sleepily, and he pushes up my sweater and shirt and bra, groaning when my breasts bulge out under the taut fabric. He sucks on the tips, and my hips snap up, and he shoves inside my pussy.
I don’t cum this time, but I melt under his rough thrusts, and he fills my pussy hole like a cup.
“Time to eat,” Wolf tears a strip of meat off whatever Ranger had caught and grilled over the fire.
Ranger helps me sit up, and I watch as Wolf pulls out a plastic bottle full of golden yellow liquid and squeezes it over the meat before handing it to me.
I moan aloud at the burst of dense sweetness mixed with the savory meat.
“Is that honey?” I ask, accepting more as Ranger’s lips twitch with the ghost of a smile. I’ve only ever heard Mama talk about honey. She dreamed of finding bees and harvesting the sweet nectar, but it had never happened.
Wolf nods and hands me more food with liberal drizzles of my new favorite substance. “We’ll get you some apples and dip them in the honey. You’ll love it.”
Later, Ranger wraps me in his arms and closes his eyes. Wolf is going to take first watch. He leans over and kisses me softly on the lips, then he does the same to Ranger.