sounds
of a town. Chatter, engines, doors opening and closing, music, those sorts of things. But when Brett rolled his window down Stradlin was as silent as the cornfields had been.
Silent as the fields, but stiller than they had been. A wind would blow across the corn and the world would waver on either side of them. Wrapped up in the town, though, the only movement came from the occasional tree, a sign, or an open door swinging slowly back and forth. The one streetlight at the center of Main Street was out, as were any other digital signs that might have flickered to give some sense of life.
It wasn't just a lack of life, though: there were cars stopped in the middle of the street. Car and storefront doors left open. A few shattered windows, the remains of a fire that had burnt out a house just off the main thoroughfare, and a splay of debris ejaculated from the entrance of a general store. Everything suggesting disaster without an obvious explanation for what that disaster might have been.
But the married couple in the car that slowly made its way down Main Street both had the same concern:
Does our hungry little sex kitten have something to do with this?
Neither of them was ready to admit, even to themselves, that this conclusion was inevitable.
Brett pulled the car to a stop outside the small, one-story police station. It didn't look very promising. Every window was dark, the glass door uselessly cracked, and the sheriff's car was parked out front with its doors all open and its windows all missing. "I don't think this is going to be helpful."
"Me either," Vicky said, looking around Main Street. She had slipped into a sort of dazed rhythm with her new companion, currently in a pleasure valley in which she could focus more capably, a state Vicky thought would last at least a few minutes until she reached yet another brain-fogging peak. "Maybe we should look for a hospital?"
"Maybe, yeah," Brett said absently. "Do you think you could get her to help us figure out where that is?"
Without meaning to Vicky pouted for a second before pulling herself together and saying, "Yeah, I guess rolling up on anyone in this town with a naked younger woman pleasuring me in the backseat of our car is going to make us look like the bad guys."
Still, Vicky hesitated a moment before sliding the blanket down around the other woman's shoulders and pulling her up onto the seat beside her. As soon as she was seated, though, the younger women pulled down the top of Vicky's sundress and started leaning her mouth down toward her nipple.
"No. No no no," Vicky said, holding the blonde back. Her smooth chin glistened with all the juices that had run out of Vicky, her lips blushed red from her exertions, and her eyes were intensely focused on only Vicky's naughtiest bits. Vicky finally had to settle on letting the blonde woman slide her fingers back into Vicky's not-disappointed pussy to keep the frantically nymphomaniacal woman calm, then asked, "Can you tell us where the hospital is? Or anywhere people might be right now?"
The blonde just stared for a moment, then leaned in and shoved her unstoppable tongue between Vicky's lips. A thrill ran through Vicky at this new type of touch, even as she tasted the unexpectedly pleasant flavor of her own excitement spreading across her tongue. She pulled the blonde closer for a moment, holding the back of her head tight and sliding her own tongue past those soft lips before separating herself and gasping, "I don't think she's going to be any help to us on this one."
Brett, who had watched the whole exchange from the front seat, nodded his agreement. "Guess I'll start driving until either we see signs of life or are convinced that we're not going to. Then we can start planning sleeping arrangements in the new house."
He started the car moving again, slowly driving until he hit the end of Main Street just a couple of minutes later and then U-turning on the far side of town. He drove until he hit the streetlight again, then turned right. The town continued for a few blocks on either side of Main Street, but every direction he could see seemed as desolate as the town's center.
They were getting close to the next edge of town when Vicky suddenly gasped in the back seat. He stopped the car and spun around just in time to see the blonde woman suddenly throw herself out of the back of the car and start running the rest of the way up the block.
"What happened?" Brett asked, hurrying out of the car. Vicky quickly comported her dress before joining him, both hurrying to catch up to the streak of blonde hair and bare flesh sprinting straight towards a house at the very edge of town.
"Nothing!" Vicky said, whispering loudly as she ran. The town seemed to demand the quiet, even as their shoes slapped the asphalt chasing after the barefooted nymph who was darting across the last front lawn before the house that seemed to be her goal. "Hopefully someone home to let us know what the hell is going on."
The blonde stranger pushed her way through the front door of the house, leaving it wide open behind her as she disappeared inside. Vicky and Brett came to a stop at the foot of the steps leading up to the front stoop, looking up into the entryway of a dark house from which the only sound was the fading patter of bare feet.
"What's the right thing here?" Brett asked, glancing at Vicky.
She swallowed hard at the sight of the dark house interior, feeling the weight of the empty town all around them and the questions that the emptiness raised. This unexpected woman seemed to have found her way home, was indoors and seemed as safe as could be in this abandoned town. She was young but she was an adult, so Vicky supposed their responsibility ended at this door if this was what the woman wanted....
A warm breeze blew across the town, sliding past the edge of her dress and gently brushing the wet spot between her legs that was only slightly drier at that moment than it had been a few seconds earlier when the lusty woman's fingers had been toying inside her.
"Something's not right," Vicky said, shaking her head. "We need to get an explanation before we can just leave her here. As far as we can tell she might be the only person here, and we don't know that whatever caused this is done."
Brett nodded, looking back into the dark house. It was silent now, her steps sounding like they had disappeared upstairs. Without another word he went up to the stoop and stepped slowly through the front door, Vicky right behind him.
Inside were more signs of the town's abandonment. The refrigerator sat wide open and empty. A coffee table was flipped over. Picture frames sat shattered in the dining room.
Vicky saw it but didn't mention it to Brett, flashbacks to the disgusting taste she had nearly taken of that office cumstain back at the gas station flicking through her thoughts as she saw the dried streaks of semen staining the dining room table. She tucked it away in her memory, though, realizing that the cum streaks here, the cum streaks there, and the lustful woman who had invaded their lives and bodies must all be connected.
Brett never made it into the dining room, stopping at the bottom of the stairs and sure that that was the direction that they had to go. After looking quickly around the first floor Vicky joined him. Without speaking he led the way again, walking quietly up the stairs and stopping in the hallway, head cocked to listen for any signs of life.
He heard it quickly, shifting sounds behind one of the doors down the hall. It was half-closed, with no view from where he had stopped on the stairs. He signaled to Vicky to move quietly, then continued forward, wincing at every slight creak the floor made as he moved along the carpet.
Finally, standing outside the door, he leaned in ever so slightly to make sure it was safe inside, heart racing louder than any other sound he could hear in the house.
At least until he pushed the door wide open and showed Vicky what he had found. Then there were
far
louder sounds for them to hear.
Specifically, the soft gasping of the brunette lying back on the room's narrow bed, hands pressed to the wall as she held herself against the onslaught of the slim blonde woman's relentless tongue. A pink dildo was still half-stuck inside her, a faint vibration audible beneath the wet lapping sounds coming from between the brunette's legs.
The brunette's eyes were closed, either not noticing or not caring that the door had opened. This left Brett and Vicky ample time to watch jealously from the doorway as the petite woman they had both begun to think of as theirs brought her boundless sexual energy to bear on another young woman, also completely naked with long brown hair splayed chaotically across the maroon bedsheets. Her legs were muscled in just the right amount to make Brett hungry to feel them wrapped around his back, while Vicky focused on the woman's full, pouty lips as she wondered whether her new hunger was for just the blonde woman or included all women with such luscious mouths. There was a chicken tattooed on her right hip, a highly-detailed cock staring downward towards where the blonde woman's tongue made a liar of the body art.
Brett and Vicky only looked away to look at each other, inquiring eyes wanting to know just how far along their marriage had come since they had stopped off at that abandoned gas station and had their sex lives suddenly changed.
The bulge between his legs and the wet spot between hers were answer enough for both of them.
They turned to look back into the room, ready to see if their new brunette discovery was as mindlessly horny as their blonde companion, only to discover that the brunette had opened her eyes and was already staring directly at the two of them.
