Vile Wasteland (A Post Apocalyptic Novel) by J.E. Keep, M. Keep

ball sac that rested between his thighs.
    Still stroking her blonde hair he gave a low groan at the
delightful touch of her tongue upon his meaty cock. His eyes seemed
to want to roll back into his head but he refused to break eye
contact with her and muttered in his deep, gravelly voice, "You’re
the most beautiful woman I’ve run across in almost forty years
of livin’."
    "Forty?" she murmured against his cock, obviously
surprised. He was one of the oldest people she’d met, yet he
still looked so... good. Her teeth nipped so, so gently at his flesh
as her tongue ran the length before flicking back and forth against
the swollen, purple tip. She was such a little expert, and it was
plain to see how much she enjoyed it.
    Her gaze was focused on his as her free hand wandered along his
thighs, feeling over his flesh before her thumb ran along the side of
his heavy sac.
    Grent King didn’t seem to shy away from being honest with
her, even if he did a good job of hiding his emotions before. As he
stroked his large hand over her cheek and hair he gazed upon her with
such a sweet expression, watching as she licked his bulging cock,
pulled its foreskin back and tasted the perfectly sculpted crown, so
full and well defined.
    He was twice her age, and he seemed to want her to know that.
"Does it bother you?" he asked in his gruff voice, his
shaft twitching as her fingers grazed his sizable balls, seeming to
respond to her expert attentions so well.
    "No," she admitted, her brown eyes dancing with a bit of
deviant delight. Her tongue swirled around the tip, then moved across
it teasingly before she finally descended. Her gaze moved down as her
mouth stretched to encompass him, so mindful of her ministrations as
her fingers traced dotingly along his balls, simply teasing him.
    It was a tough fit, all her practice before on the men in the
bunker or even Jarago did not prepare her for this one man’s
exceptional girth. But it paid off for he groaned in some pleasant
delight at feeling her warm mouth absorb the tip of his shaft.
    His head tilted slowly back, and his broad chest began to swell
and deflate at a faster rhythm as her fingers and mouth worked their
practiced skill upon him. Those strong fingers of his knit through
her hair, but it seemed more like he wanted to just be holding her
somehow, and her luxurious blonde strands were the best and most
convenient manner to do so.
    She felt so... safe. It was a strange sensation to feel when down
between a man’s legs, double her age and so recently a
stranger. Yet as his fingers rubbed against her head, her eyes
fluttered shut and she just wanted, so badly, to make him feel good.
She even ignored the throbbing between her legs, the desire to shift
and let him press into her body, instead focusing entirely on him.
    Alex was diligent as she worked his package, her tongue ever wet
and moving, her fingers so gentle and pleasant.
    The expert motions did their work, even against that seasoned,
stoic man. With his heavy breathing and low groans, he clasped her
head so tenderly, husking out the words, "I’m gonna cum if
you keep that up." The words made it sound like he never wanted
it to end, though his cock throbbed and pulsed in her hand and mouth
so fully, so rapidly, she knew it wanted its release inside her then
and there.
    There was a brief moment of hesitation in her motions until she
began once more with renewed vigour, her eyes staring at him through
her blonde bangs. She needed to see his face contort with pleasure,
rewarding her for a job well done. Her fingers and tongue and lips
and mouth begged for his relief, even as that pulsing between her
thighs demanded its own attention.
    Grent’s lips parted, his eyes forced shut by the pleasure
she was inducing. Not even the disciplined man could resist her
ministrations, his wide face contorting into one of primal pleasure.
With a few lewd grunts, he looked strained as his thick dick swelled
inside her mouth. It was almost