Dan and the Bottle Ch. 21

He caught her look and frowned. "Don't worry, hun.... your dad says it's safe enough, now... most of the radiation got turned around and swept out to sea by that freak wind last fall. We dodged a bullet, there."

What neither of them knew was that the wind in question had, in fact, come straight from a Being who sat a Golden Throne, who had taken a liking to this particular group of His Children; while they weren't particularly religious, and weren't exactly monogamous, they worked hard, they were trying to restore His world to some semblance of normalcy, and very few of them ever called upon Him for any sort of help. They preferred to do things for themselves, and weren't afraid of hard work to achieve such goals as they had, so He didn't mind tipping the scales in their favor once in a while. Keeping a bit of radiation well up in the atmosphere and sweeping it far out to sea took almost no effort at all for Him, so He didn't begrudge them the nanosecond of thought required to see to it.

They ate in companionable silence, finishing off the six hotdogs she'd packed along, and laid back on the blankets they'd brought, enjoying the warmth in the air that was forced down by the multitude of fans near the ceiling of the huge chamber. This was by design; with the fans distributing the heat generated by the hundreds of high intensity discharge lights, the whole chamber simulated a southern Florida lake pretty well, and the scattered citrus fruit trees were in a near constant state of production.

In an average year, they were producing oranges, lemons, grapefruit, kiwifruit, mangoes, and limes for six months.... during the other six, small plows and manure spreaders were run in between the rows, spreading tons of compost and thousands of gallons of water, ensuring that the soil around them didn't wear out. The lighting was cut back to ten hours a day, to simulate winter conditions, and the trees were allowed time to recover a bit. It was a system that had been refined over generations, but it hadn't failed them yet.

Debbie rolled to her side, laying her head on her boyfriend's shoulder, nuzzling at his neck. He knew what she wanted, of course, but he shook his head.

"Hang on, Kitten.... I want to give this food time to settle first."

"Ah, you're just bein' lazy!"

"That, too... "

She slapped him lightly on the chest before reaching down, taking hold of him through his pants. Feeling him twitch to life through the rough material, she smiled. "Doesn't feel that lazy to me."

"After what you did to me last night, I'm amazed I can get it up at all."

"Oh, hell, babe, it was only four times."

"Five."

"Ok, five, then... although that last one should hardly count. It barely got hard enough.... and I don't think you shot much of anything, either."

He just smiled and lay back, letting her know, through his silence, that she could do as she wished.... and she did, struggling with the button of his jeans for a moment before fishing out his hardening cock. In moments, her head was between his thighs, swooping down on his six and a half inches, taking him all the way down in one swallow. Her head began to bob as she jacked his shaft with one hand, and he groaned in appreciation, tangling his fingers in her hair.

"Damn, honey, you keep that up, I'm gonna cum in your mouth!"

She gave a muffled grunt and sped up her efforts. It was long moments later that she was rewarded for her actions, streamers of sperm shooting down her throat. She kept going, making sure he stayed hard, then shed her shorts and panties, throwing a leg across his midsection, and positioning his still-hard cock at the tight little rosebud of her ass and sat down, driving the first few inches up her own backdoor. He smiled up at her, reaching under her thin T-shirt, massaging her C-cups as she rode him. Soon he bottomed out in her tight little rectum, and she began inching back up, only to drop back down a little harder, picking up speed as her body grew accustomed to his intruding cock. Soon she was moaning atop him, slamming herself down on his hardness, and he smiled as he felt the moisture seeping from her cunt, soaking his groin. He began fucking back up into her, speeding up the process, and she cried out as she came again, finally halting her own movements, shuddering in pleasure as her climax overtook her. He slammed into her a final time, letting out a loud groan as his balls emptied into her tight ass. She collapsed on top of him, burying her face in the hollow of his neck.



Doctor Vurtel looked over the patient carefully, noting that the stitches were healing well... trained as a pediatrician, he was, nonetheless, a pretty decent combat medic, and there was currently no shortage of patients requiring his attention here at Klamath. He'd taken over a dozen pieces of shrapnel out of the poor kid, and wasn't entirely sure he'd walk again. Within five weeks, the young man would surprise him, telling the nurse to 'get the damned catheter out of his dick so he could take a piss like a normal person.'

He tried; really, he did.... but it was another week before he could build up the strength to walk as far as the bathroom. Until then, he was forced to use a 'urinal bottle', which he hated almost as much as the catheter. A week after that, he was taking short trips down the hallway, and within a month, he was walking to the hospital cafeteria, taking his meals with the staff and visitors.

Doctor Vurtel was amazed by his progress, fueled by his determination to once again be able to do things for himself.

Jordan Brewster surprised himself more than he did the good Doctor.... he was farm-raised, and ordinarily, he'd have followed the Doc's orders to take it easy for the first few months. He knew that he'd had three different surgeries to find all of the shrapnel in his legs and abdomen, after the rocket attack; he felt guilty, knowing that the men to either side of him had died from their wounds. He just couldn't shake off the feeling that his life had been spared for some higher purpose.

Doris and Cassie were left at home alone again, while Mickey was away, delivering another Abrams tank from Juniper to the new base, north of Klamath. They'd just finished canning thirty quarts of strawberry jam, and were planning the next move when BJ showed up. Doris had just left, in fact, going to the Cave to visit Missy.

BJ and Jeff had moved here to Clancy to be closer to their old friends.

Cassie opened the door to see the younger girl on the front porch, holding small baskets full of tomatoes in each hand.

"Hi, Cass! I dropped by to see if you guys could use some extra tomatoes."

"Oh, lord, girl..... we've got too many as it is.... I was just sitting here trying to figure out what we're going to do with them all."

"Ouch.... oh well.... I suppose I could can them.... our garden is overflowing with them."

"Ours, too.... and I don't have enough garlic and onions to make spaghetti sauce out of them all. Do you have any dehydrators? I've been meaning to pick up a couple, but the store hasn't had any, lately."

BJ nodded. "I've got three of them, yeah.... they come in handy when the pot plants are ripe. Jeff planted about thirty plants, killed off nineteen males, and let the females grow.... three of them got pollinated, so we did wind up with some seeds, but mostly what we're getting is clean bud. Must have about eight pounds right now, and the damned fool things are still growing."

She grinned for a second and continued. "I used a bunch of the leftover leaf in some pizza sauce I canned, earlier this month. Crushed it nearly into powder and used it just like any other spice."

Cassie smiled at this. It was an idea she hadn't thought of.... considering how often Mickey liked to make pizza, she should have thought about pizza sauce. Adding a bit of a buzz to it would just be icing on the cake.

"Could I borrow one of those dehydrators? I'd like to dry out about two bushels of these tomatoes, and maybe a bunch of garlic and onions, too, if I can find any at the store.... and some of the pot we've got growing in the basement."

"Sure.... I've got a ton of bay leaves and cilantro, too.... way more than I can use."

"Oh, perfect.... can I trade you some peppers for them? We've got green and red bells and yellow banana peppers..... and speaking of pot, you want to burn one?"

"Why not.... I don't have a whole lot to do right now, with Jeff down at Belden base, training their new shooters.... and I can always use some peppers, now that you mention it"

"I know what you mean.... Mickey's hauling a tank down from Juniper to Klamath, so Doris and I have kinda been left to our own devices. She's gone to the Cave right now, so I've just been sitting here figuring out what's next for canning."

"Boring...."

"I know, right?" Cassie replied, while digging through the sidetable drawer, finally coming up with a tightly rolled joint and an old Zippo. Reaching for the remote control, she turned the television and DVD player on.

"What are you watching?" BJ asked, sitting on the couch next to her old friend and accepting the burning doobie.

"A film adaptation of Atlas Shrugged.... Doris found it at the store yesterday.... three parts. About two and a half or three hours per disc.... I read the book in school, but I never knew they made a movie out of it."

"I didn't read that one.... that was Ayn Rand, right? The woman who wrote that book about the architect?"

Cassie nodded, passing back the joint again. "The Fountainhead.... yeah, that's her.... We've got that one, too, but it's a lot older.... it's in black and white. Some guy named Gary Cooper starred in it. They left a lot of the book out of the movie."

"Which part are you watching?"

"This is the first disc.... I was about to start it up when you came over... want to see it with me?"

"Sure... with Jeff gone, I'm bored as hell... the house is too quiet..... and Caleb and Jeanine haven't been over for a few days. They're still getting set up. I think we made 'em a bit nervous, last time they were over."

"Oh, well... Doris is off, visiting friends back at the Cave, and I'm alone for the night.... and Mickey won't be back for a couple of days. I was going to heat up some venison stew and watch movies tonight... want to spend the night here? I could use the company."

"Sure.... I don't have any plans for the night.... hang on. Get the stew going, give me a few minutes to run over to the house and grab those dehydrators, and the spices, and I'll be back by the time it's ready."

Thirty minutes later, they were once again seated on the couch, bowls of stew in their laps, while the aroma of drying tomatoes and burning marijuana permeated the small house. By the time they'd finished dinner, both were feeling the effects of the potent smoke, compounded by full bellies, and were getting a bit sleepy. While the movie played on, they became more entangled together, and BJ was soon nuzzling Cassie's neck.

"Oh, my.... feeling a bit horny, are we?"

BJ smiled.... "Always, hun... Jeff's been gone over a week, and I'm tired of having only my fingers for company."

Cassie kissed her firmly, accepting the younger woman's tongue for a long moment. "Don't worry, dear... momma will take care of you... let's finish watching this part, and we can head for the bedroom. I've got a surprise for you."

BJ arched an eyebrow. "Really? And just what might that be?"

Cassie just smiled and turned back to the movie.

Soon she and the buxom young redhead were down the hall in the master bedroom, slowly undressing each other, stopping at certain spots to tongue each other's breasts, and soon after that, Cassie was pushing her young friend back, diving face first between her thighs. She licked slowly, tentativley, at first, nibbling lightly at BJ's clit as she sawed two fingers in and out of the girl's tight little pussy.

BJ was already moaning when Cassie seemed to realize she was missing out on half the fun, getting up for a moment to move into a 69 position before putting her tongue back in play.

BJ knew what she wanted, and was happy to oblige, drilling her own tongue up into Cassie's open pussylips, fluttering it up and down between them for long moments before turning her attentions to her clit. Cassie moaned appreciatively, the vibrations sending the younger woman over the edge into an explosive orgasm, flooding her cheeks with her juices.

BJ wasn't finished with her, though, not by a long shot, as she drove three fingers into her old friend's tight hole, still tonguing her clit as another orgasm overtook her. Her other hand was busy as well, driving her middle finger into Cassie's anus, feeling the blonde stiffen for a moment as the finger slid in as far as it could reach. Cassie came again, hard, and returned the favor, driving a finger into BJ's rectum even as she bent the two fingers in her pussy up, seeking and finding her G-spot, massaging the spongy tissue until the younger woman came again... and again.

Cassie got up for a minute, and BJ thought she was taking a break..... until the older woman turned, a long purple thing sticking out from between her thighs. She raised an eyebrow at this.

Cassie smiled and nodded. "It's called a 'feeldoe'.... one end sticks up into my pussy.... the other, well..... I'll show you, honey."

With that, she reached over, pushing BJ up on her knees, and pushed the head into her, doggy style. Soon, she was thrusting away at her young girlfriend, feeling the push back deep inside her own cunt. BJ began to moan as the purple dildo slammed into her, sliding her fingers across her clit as Cassie fucked her hard with the new toy. She pushed back against her old lover, who felt every movement herself.

"OH Yeah! Fuck me, baby.... harder! Oh God, that's good!"

Cassie reached around, squeezing her tits as she plowed the redhead, smiling and panting as her own orgasm built.

"Yeah it is... you should feel it from this side!" she moaned out as she bent forward, nuzzling at the back of the younger woman's neck, even as she continued fucking her, feeling every push deep in her own pussy. Soon the both of them were cumming hard, their moans and small cries of ecstacy echoing off the bedroom walls. They continued for long moments, until Cassie could no longer keep going, and collapsed on the bed.

BJ, though, would not be denied, and she waited until Cassie was flat on her back before straddling her, fitting the head to her tight little ass, and sat down firmly, taking every inch of the big purple dick up her ass in one smooth motion. She began to ride her old friend, and Cassie groaned anew as the other end of the sex toy rubbed against the walls of her grasping cunt.

"Goddamn, girl, you're going to make me cum agai....OH! That's it! Harder, babe, harder!" She squealed as yet another hard orgasm overtook her.

BJ continued to ride her old friend, even as another orgasm took hold of her, and soon she was all but squirting her juices over Cassie's groin. Finally she couldn't take anymore and fell to the mattress beside her friend.

"Oh, God that was good!"

Cassie didn't answer her with words, just rolled onto her side and kissed her old friend hard, bringing her hand up and taking ahold of her right breast, massaging it lightly and thumbing her nipple.

BJ grinned and took hold of the purple dildo, pulling it gently from Cassie's pussy and inserting the short end into her own, rolling over on top of the older woman and settling between her thighs, reaching between them and fitting the head between her open cuntlips, sliding into her slowly.

Cassie hissed softly in pleasure, spreading her legs further, and accepted the long purple shaft into her pussy, raising her ass off the mattress and pushing back hard against BJ's hips.... BJ, for her part, began a slow, rhythmic stroking into the older girl, feeling for herself how the short end of the shaft rubbed against the walls of her own cunt. She moaned appreciatively as the shorter end rubbed against her insides, picking up her pace, eliciting a small cry from Cassie as she began hammering the big purple dick into her old girlfriend. Cassie reached up, grabbing her right nipple between her teeth, sucking hard, driving BJ over the edge yet again. BJ kept going for long minutes, but soon, she couldn't keep going anymore, and she pulled out of her old friend with a slurping, popping noise, collapsing beside her on the bed.

They woke up five hours later, BJ first, realizing that the big fake cock was still inside her; her stirring woke up Cassie, who smiled and reached for her, hugging her tightly as she whispered ''Morning, lover."

BJ kissed her just below the ear. "Morning, babe.... ready for some breakfast?"

"Sure.... pancakes and sausage sound good?"

"That'll work. I'll get the coffee going."

Within twenty minutes, they were again seated in front of the TV, watching the second part of the movie, seeing Dagny Taggart's search for the motor invented by a young engineer known as John Galt, and her budding relationship with Hank Rearden.

By the end of the third disc, all of their questions about the first two parts had been answered; neither one could help wondering, though, whether the scenario played out in the movie might have really happened here, had the world not become embroiled in nuclear war. From all accounts, the country had been headed towards just such a mess before the war had broken out.

Doris knocked on the door to the apartment occupied by Missy and Pete, and was greeted by the young woman she and her two lovers had taken in, more than a year ago. Missy was only six months along in her pregnancy, so her 'baby bump' wasn't too pronounced, just yet.

"Hey, sweetie!"

"Doris! How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, dear.... Cassie and Mickey send their love.... I had to come down here, pick up a few things from the store, so I thought I'd drop by, see how you an' Pete are doing."

"We're ok... just waiting for junior, here, to make his appearance." She replied, rubbing her distended stomach.

"You're sure, then? It's a boy?"

Missy nodded. "That's what Doc McKenna says, yeah.... he had me in for an ultrasound last week. If he kicks me anymore, I'm gonna have him signed up for soccer by the time he's five."

Doris grinned. "Well, at least that way you'll have a way to get him out of the house sometimes... everyone I know who has kids, it's always the same story.... once the kids come along, the sex life is shot to hell."

Missy smiled. "Not here.... Pete is almost afraid to touch me, I think he's afraid of forcing me into labor.... I pretty much have to climb on top of him.... and I'm always horny, these days."

"Ouch.... oh well, what can you do, huh? Hey, you want to go shopping with me? There's a few things I need to pick up.... the store in Clancy doesn't have 'em right now, and I'm not willing to wait for some picker to find them."

"Sure.... just let me grab my passbook and whatnot."

The two women chatted amiably as they made their way down to the general store warehouse in the Cave, where Doris picked out three big food dehydrators and a few small bottles of assorted spices, and Missy grabbed a few steaks and a small buffalo roast for dinner that night, along with a fresh gallon of milk, a pound of butter, and a quart of sour cream. Another stop at the dispensary got her a bottle of well aged whiskey, a case of the new soda pop they were now making at the old factory, and a couple of ounces of the various types of marijuana that were currently ripe. The grocery department had a new kind of fruit, too... pomegranates.

Doris raised an eyebrow at this, and Missy smiled. "Someone found a small jar of seeds for them, on the back of one of the shelves in one of the warehouses..... I guess that was seven, eight years ago. They planted a bunch of them, in a fallow field, and they've been growing like crazy ever since. This is the first harvest. Makes pretty good juice, too. Not very good for mixing cocktails with, but the doc says it's loaded with vitamins."