The luckiest teen in the world section 3
I don't know how good this one is, as there's only so much smut you can do so soon, but here goes. If you want something specific in the story, or want something taken out, leave her in the comments if you please!
Erik swallowed a gulp of the syrupy drink, arm wrapped around the hips of his beautiful mistress, Shelley. Each moment that he sat next to her was like its own orgasm, Erik locked in eternal bliss. There was no basis for the relationship, they had not known each other no more than seventeen hours ago and now he would take a bullet for her. He placed both feet on the gritty, soiled floor of the warehouse, Shelley standing and stepping into the passenger seat of Erik's 1980 dodge power wagon. He started it, threw it into reverse and casually backed out of the warehouse into a flawless J-turn so he was facing the road to the highway. "Hey babe, you got any ideas about a place we can go? I'm not too keen on getting my ass blasted by some fool dragon," Erik said, in a singsong gangster voice.
"I'd blast your ass any day," She said, tickling his soft sheath with an extended finger, eliciting a giggle from him. "But in reality, I don't have any way to contact any of my friends in the rebellion. I'm open to suggestions, though," She said, one arm leaning out the open window of the vehicle as they bounced onto the highway. "So. How old were you when it happened?"
"What's that?" Erik asked, knowing precisely what she was talking about.
"You know, when your parents..." She began, trailing off to make Erik open up.
"Fourteen. She threw my Dad out on the first, and two months later threw me out on the third. Must have hated the second or something," Erik said, a sharp edge on his voice cutting through Shelley's ears like a knife of clarity. "After that she just pretended like I ran off, simple as that," Erik finished, keeping the story limited but powerful nonetheless.
"Oh," Shelley replied, already knowing everything he said but wanting to hear how he really felt about it underneath the surface. "That's too bad,"
"No, it isn't. It was a blessing in disguise. Look, can we change the subject? I don't want to be rude, but this isn't exactly my kind of conversation,"
"Of course, sweety," She said, beautiful eyes darting to the mirror to her right. "Don't stop, we got some uglies behind us,"
"Some wha-" Erik started, interrupted by a burst of flame erupting on the road by him. The truck shook, threatening to spiral out of control. Erik handed Shelley the rifle, concentrating on avoiding the husks of vehicles stacked up all along the highway. his heart raced, it just wasn't fair. He'd been screwed over by every girl he'd ever liked, and now that one liked him back she was going to get shot and killed. He wasn't going to let that happen, though. And apparently neither was Shelley! She snaked her way out the window, her beautiful rump and tailhole in plain view as she scrambled into the rear of the truck. She had the rifle up to her shoulder in an instant, firing off a shot into the distance. The recoil threw her shoulder back slightly, her breasts bouncing along with it. Erik took his mind off those matters, keeping his hands securely tethered to the black steering wheel. Mind racing, he thought of every little place they could go, reaching the same conclusion every time. Nowhere. Then, as one of the bursts from the turret of their enemies glanced off the road inches from his truck, it hit him. Bath shipyard. It was the place he and all of his friends had vowed to meet up in the event of a zombie invasion, and this was close enough. HE saw the exit conveniently passing by, his mind missing its mark by mere instants. Now he would have to take the overpass and get off at a later exit, that is, if they made it that far.
"They're gaining on us!" Shelley screamed, looking back into the cab through the huge rear window. No shit! Erik thought to himself, his truck never exceeding sixty miles per hour. It was made a farm truck, and so it would stay. Erik took a chance, diving off the road onto the ditch, nearly throwing Shelley from the vehicle. The wheels kept spinning, sending the machine jittering onward, nearly immediately striking the main road in Bath. He took a hard left turn, stopping inside another large warehouse, this one the Bath shipworks.' He shut the truck off, leaping out and stepping up onto the running board to look into the back of the truck. There Shelley lay, rifle clutched in both hands. She laughed, shrugging after she stood and swung herself out of the truck bed. "Now that, was not my usual way to spend an afternoon," She said, laying the rifle on the ground. "I think we lost them, they were too far behind us to see where we went. Nicely done, stud," She said, her muscles relaxing. Erik hadn't noticed, but he'd worked up quite a sweat since his life was on the line. Or not, they were pretty far away after all. Erik looked into the back of the truck again, seeing the gleaming thirty ought six shells. Erik hugged her, hands grasping her firm buttocks. One index finger reached out, gently poking her cute little pucker. She released a quiet 'ooh,' shivers sent rocketing up her spine. "You really know how to get a woman off, don't you," She said, her mouth instantly filled with his tongue. His penis was poking out from his sheath, he had still not quite gotten used to the whole 'constant sex' mentality, but that did not mean that he didn't like it. He pushed slightly harder, the hole not giving in to the probing. The to lay down on the ground, Erik flipping them into a perfect 69 position and inserting his warm tongue into the beautiful blue asshole. It tasted salty, but still sweet in a way, which he didn't understand. He felt her muscles tense suddenly, the hole growing more moist and enlarging slightly. He quickly licked the hole, permitting entrance for his tongue. Once he had her properly squealing, he almost permitted himself to switch positions. But Shelley had taken his gleaming member into her mouth, and was going to town on it with her silky tongue. Erik accidentally bucked his hips, his tip beginning to go down her throat. He pulled out, apologizing quickly. "It's nothing, let's get to business," She said, sliding her ass quickly and forcefully onto his member. It was tight, warm, and soft, and within moments he was begging for her to start humping. She refused, reveling in each heart beat and throb of his member within her asshole. She then leaned back, hands massaging her own breasts when she lifted then slapped back down on his magnificent cock. By the third slow, grinding hump, the pair of them released their loads forcefully, Shelley's splashing all around the place, the warm liquid coating his body as if it were heated olive oil. His semen had been packed deep within his lover's passage, and she could feel it sloshing around inside. Erik licked inside her hole, cleaning it of his juices slowly and laboriously. By the end of that hour, the both were unconscious in a pool of their collective juices.