Mad World - Descent

Chapter 3- Alliance, pt 1

Journal Entry, January 13, 2031-

Winter came in hard in November, and Nathan and I had a rare opportunity to stock up on ice. Very quickly, we made some forms just outside the garage and started packing snow in them. We used five-gallon buckets filled with snow. We brought them back inside and let the snow melt. We kept adding snow and letting it melt until we had a gallon of water before leaving the buckets outside and letting nature do its work. Little by little, we carried the frozen buckets back to the cellar. Pretty soon, we had it stocked full and hoped that it would keep far into the summer and fall seasons.

The only other chores Nathan and I had were keeping the solar panels clear of snow buildup and maintaining the wind turbine. Other than that, we had all the time in the world. Nathan spent his time with Marisol, and I spent mine with Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Barbara. As far as I knew, we were the only surviving human beings left. It was that quiet.

A week after Barbara informed me that she was pregnant, Marisol gave birth to a beautiful little girl. Nathan and Marisol named her Marie Ellen after Marisol and Eleanor.

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Journal Entry, March 17, 2031-

Just as winter was early in its arrival and bitter in its snow and ice-covered wrath, so too was it late in its exodus. Never in all my life have I witnessed a winter as thoroughly frozen and snow-drenched as this one. Everything was covered in at least 6 feet or more of snow, and the temperatures were well into the negatives. However, halfway through March, the weather finally changed. It was still cold for sure, but the temps rose to the low forties to mid-fifties.

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Journal Entry, April 7, 2031-

The snow has finally melted away, and spring seems to have finally arrived. It is a time for new growth, fertility, and new beginnings. In the same vein of thought, Marie Ellen is a week away from being three months old. Also, Fernanda gave birth to our beautiful little girl on April first. Fernanda named her Primavera, which means new spring. Two days later, Esmeralda gave birth to our son, whom she named Jhon. And lastly, Barbara's belly has grown with the start of her fifth month of pregnancy.

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Journal Entry, May 5, 2031-

I awoke to find Barbara and Esmeralda in bed with me. Barbara was six months pregnant, and her belly was pressed quite firmly against me, while Esmeralda was draped across me like I was some kind of body pillow. To my great delight, both women's incredible I-cup-sized breasts seemed to be competing for space on my chest while everything else about the two women was a comparison in contrasts. One had brown hair so dark it was almost black, while the other's hair was flaxen, a wheat color blonde. One woman's skin was almost golden while the other's was a mocha. One woman was 5 feet 10 inches tall, while the other woman was exactly 5 feet tall.

Feeling content, I stretched my arms around their waists and rested my hands on the small of their back and the upper rounds of their buttocks and hips. Then, I remember the date. May 5th. D-day. The day I lost Eleanor, Reagan, Michelle, Rowan, Gwendolyn, Evangeline, Rosemary, Heather, Gabriella, Maeve, Sinead, and Bridgette. Closing my eyes, I fought the tears that came to my eyes and streamed down my head to disappear into my silver-flecked strawberry-golden hair as my heart broke all over again.

A little while after waking up, Barbara and Esmeralda roused from their slumber. Esmeralda kissed me as did Barbara, but only Barbara threw her leg over me and ground her flaxen pubes-crowned pussy against my dick until it stiffened. Once I was hard, she guided me inside her vagina and slowly rocked her hips as she tried to bend over her belly to kiss me. Esmeralda kissed me instead, and then kissed Barbara, before getting up and pulling on a t-shirt before leaving.

"I need to go feed the baby," She said as she left, "And check on Fernanda. She stayed with both Jhon and Prima last night to give me a break."

"I see," I said as I tried to watch Esmeralda's wonderous ass leave the room.

"I'll send Fernanda in for a morning kiss," Esmeralda said as the door closed behind her.

Both Esmeralda and Fernanda were frustrated. They were waiting until their bleeding stopped before resuming having sex with me, and it had been a month since the babies were born. A month without sex when they had been having it multiple times daily before. It was a hard adjustment, even if temporary. Still, Fernanda didn't show up right away. Instead, Barbara and I had time to enjoy ourselves as I brought her to climax, which sent me headlong into my climax, which then propelled her into her second orgasm.

We were panting and resting and kissing when Fernanda came in excitedly and giggled, "It finally stopped! Finally, I can have sex again!"

Barbara chuckled as she kissed me one last time before whispering, "I know when it is time to gracefully take my leave. Have fun, my love. Bed her well."

Fernanda smiled as Barbara got up and rose off of my dick leaving hard and glistening with her lubrication and my semen. Barbara took Fernanda's hand and squeezed it as she walked past. Fernanda squeezed back, but as soon as Barbara was gone Fernanda giggled as she launched herself onto the bed, climbed on and straddled my hips, raised herself, guided my dick to her waiting pussy, and sank her body down my shaft as I penetrated her to her deepest depths.

"Mmm!" Fernanda moaned luxuriously, "I sure have missed this!"

"So have I," I replied as I rested my hands on her mocha thighs before running them over her broadened hips and thicker, rounder, more delectable ass cheeks.

Fernanda smiled as she laid down my body while still rocking her pelvis so that my manhood was pistoned inside her vagina. We kissed long and passionately. Our tongues played with each other while my hands rubbed circles over her big round ass cheeks.

At length, I moved my hands up to her waist as I caressed her lower back and then followed her spine up to the nape of her neck, giving Fernanda a shiver, before tracing her shoulder, shoulder blades, and obliques as I made my way back down to her overly generous buttocks. Simultaneously, I basked in the heaven that was Fernada's postpartum double-D cup breasts smashed against my chest. Not that I didn't love her small B-cups before, but, well, this was what she had now, and whatever their size, I loved Fernanda's breasts.

Fernanda's dark brown, almost black, hair fell all around us as we moved in the rhythm of our lovemaking. It didn't take long before she was moaning and gasping as her climax overtook her. She sped up the pace of our fucking until we were smashing together, her ass slapping my thighs and balls while her breasts wobbled and bounced between us. Taking one of her nipples into my mouth, I nibbled and suckled and felt the taste of her milk as it gushed forth. Having moved my hands from her ass to her waist, I moved them again to cup and grope her large milk-engorged breasts. I squeezed them both, though only one of her nipples I pinched between my knuckles as I suckled the other between my teeth. Milk sprayed from both her breasts as Fernanda orgasmed a second time right after her first climax!

Her body tightened down around my dick. Her muscles contracted, and I was thrown into my orgasm as my balls suddenly heaved and erupted. With a mighty thrust, I slammed my dick as deep inside Fernanda as I could before blasting my semen to the very depths of her womb that begot our firstborn. Hopefully, she would not get pregnant immediately, after all, there was no such thing as birth control anymore.

After a good long while and satisfying Fernanda several more times, I left her in my bed as I left to take a shower. While I was washing off, Esmeralda came in and snuggled close.

"Do you have time for one more?" She asked as she slid her breasts across my chest and abdomen.

"The heart is willing," I said apologetically, "But the body is not. Unfortunately, I think I'm all out of sperm for the time being."

Esmeralda smiled, but her disappointment was clear in her eyes as she said, "Well, I guess I can wait for tonight then. Will you wash me instead?"

I smiled as I ran my hands across her body, letting my fingers probe her every ridge and curve and crevasse. I spent a special amount of time raking my finger across her labia before delving into her depths, playing my finger down her vulva, and penetrating her vagina before rubbing circles around her clitoris. Esmeralda began to moan, and I picked her up and carried her to the heated pool where I sat her in my lap and played with her breasts with one hand while my other reached between her thighs.

I raked my fingers across her soft, smooth outer labia. Somehow despite months without conveniences like razors, Esmeralda, Fernanda, and Marisol's pussies were as hairless as the day I met a year ago. I asked how it was that they didn't have pubic hair once, and Esmeralda's response was to say it was a secret technique of her tribe in Argentina. An herb or something. Maybe a poison or venom from some animal. Either way, pubic hair was not a good thing to have in a damp forest filled with bugs. So, they had their native ways of permanently arresting pubic hair growth.

I really didn't care how it was done. I just knew that I liked it. I didn't mind some pubic hair. Barbara's soft, flaxen pubes were fine, but I wasn't a general fan. Eleanor had spent a lot of time and money shaving her pubic hair until finally laser removing it so she no longer had pubic hair at all. She did so because she liked the clean feeling of soft, smooth skin, while I liked the aesthetic appeal of her clean, hairless body. The same was true for Esmeralda and Fernanda.

"Can you remove Barbara's pubic hair as you did yours, Fernanda's, and Marisol's?" I asked suddenly as I raked my finger from her vagina, across her outer labia, to her pubic mound.

"Yes," Esmeralda whispered as she laid her head against my chest and enjoyed my playing with her pussy.

"Good," I replied, "Will you make the offer to her?"

"I will," Esmeralda agreed as she nodded her head against my chest.

With a gratified smile I slipped my fingers between her labia and played with her clit before sliding down her vulva. I used three fingers to dance little circles across her vulva and massage her inner labia before delving two fingers into her vagina, curling them around her pubic symphysis, and rubbing my fingers up her vaginal wall to her g-spot. As soon as I found it I pressed my finger in and dragged the back as I withdrew, essentially massaging her vagina as I made my way back to her vulva and tickling my back to her clitoris.

Esmeralda responded by moaning luxuriously and rocking her hips as she thrust pussy more firmly into my ministering hand. I, henceforth, tickled her fancy before sliding back down to delve my fingers into her hot honeypot once more. I repeated my actions for a long indeterminable amount of time as I strummed Esmeralda's climax just to the crest of her climax, and then I withdrew my fingers and lazily raked them gently across the bottom rounds of her ass cheeks, across her sumptuously soft outer labia, across her pubic mound and lower belly, and down her inner thighs. Esmeralda was panting with desire by the time I returned to her luscious pussylips and made little thrusts to try and drive my fingers back inside her labia without actually begging or forcing my fingers inside with her own hands.

As I touched her outer labia, her hips quivered and her pussy shuddered Esmeralda's abdominal muscles undulated, moving her pussy to meet my impending caress. Dragging my nails across her soft hairless pussylips, Esmeralda moaned pitifully and I grinned as I slipped only one finger between her labia. She was hot and wet with her lubrications before they mixed with the pool water. Esmeralda moaned as my finger found her clitoris and rubbed circles around it. However, she gasped and her body shuddered again as I slipped two more fingers between her outer labia and started tickling her vulva as if my fingers were tentacles massaging and gently sucking her inner labia and vulva as I slid my fingers toward her vagina.

As two fingers slipped inside Esmeralda's vagina and I stretched her walls as I vee'd my fingers, Esmeralda gasped and moaned before biting her bottom lip. Her nails dug into her biceps, and her body shuddered. Chuckling softly, I withdrew my fingers, slid them up her vulva, and dedicated all of my attention to rubbing her clitoris. Esmeralda gasped then hissed as she sucked air and held it as her body started quivering as she orgasmed mightily on my hand!

I continued to rub her clitoris as her thighs tightened around my hand, tighter and tighter. Thankfully, my dick had decided to wake up for one final round of sex and Esmeralda could feel my dick thumping her ass cheeks persistently. With a guttural almost feral growl Esmeralda pushed my hand from her pussy before hopping up and moving around to straddle my lap. In fast instinctual movements she grabbed my recovered dick and pointed her pussy toward my shaft before nearly falling upon me, impaling herself in the act!

I felt myself sliding inside her vagina a mere fraction of a second before her pubic mound collided with my pelvic bone. Esmeralda was aggressively thrusting and rocking her hips as she rode my dick like she was riding a horse at full gallop. She climaxed immediately. Going from her first to her second as she ground her clit into my dick and pelvis. In sharp jabs, I could feel her pubic symphysis raking up and down the shaft of my dick while her vagina sucked it deeper inside her. It was almost painful, but simultaneously brilliantly pleasurable. Esmeralda's pure climactic aggression sent me into my orgasm much faster than I was used to, and before I knew it, my balls had somehow found or made more sperm that then boiled up and out as I painted Esmeralda's womb with my semen!

We rutted for several more minutes as Esmeralda worked out her arousal and I pumped all of my cum deep inside my beloved woman's fertile body. However, with the main thrust of our union's crescendo, our vigor quickly dissipated, leaving us panting for breath while clinging to each other for support. Esmeralda was visibly shuddering in my arms in the aftermath of her orgasm. Needless to say, we sat there for a good long time with my dick buried inside her as we recovered our senses. Part of me thought bitterly what a way it was for me to celebrate the anniversary of the loss of my wife and children. Hugging Esmeralda tight to my chest, I resolved to finally leave and see if I could find anything out about the Tri-Cities, and my wife!

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Everyone wanted to come when I announced that I was leaving to explore if I could find phone service and if I could call Eleanor. The other option was to see if anyone else was alive. Kahlotus was a good opportunity for that. It was the last small village we passed before arriving at the compound a year ago. Also, there was driving back to the Tri-Cities. Maybe it was still there. Maybe Eleanor had made it back home. Maybe she had run out of fuel and not been able to make it to the compound. Maybe. The maybe's agonized me until I could no longer sit still. I needed to know, and now was the time to find out!

An hour later, I was standing in the common room explaining my plans to the family, "The weather has cleared up and the snow has finally melted. I think it's high time we made another attempt to find out if there are cellular or phone services as well as go back to the Tri-Cities and see what's there and if there are any hints of Eleanor's return."

"That's great, Dad!" Nathan cheered, "When are we leaving?"

"You're not," I replied, stifling Nathan's excitement.

Nathan looked as if he were about to argue, so I held up a hand to forestall him as I explained, "Nathan, things are very different now. First of all, you're a father now."

"So are you!" Nathan retorted immediately.

"True," I agreed, "But someone has to go, and I am the patriarch. This is my responsibility. I need you to remain here with Marisol and Marie Ellen. They will need you, should anything happen to me."

"What about me?" Barbara asked, "And searching for my daughter?"

"I will keep an eye out for them," I promised, "However, this expedition is purely reconnaissance, and maybe to discover and establish a line of long-distance communication. I will be going south first. I will inquire about your daughters if I come across any people or villages. That will give me more of an idea of where to search next after this mission is complete."

"May I go with you?" Barbara asked next.

"You are not leaving without me!" Esmeralda said firmly in a tone that bespoke the fight I was going to have should I refuse to take her.

"Me neither!" Fernanda agreed as she held little Prima to her breast to suckle after she detached to turn her head to look at me.

"I don't believe Jhon and Prima should come," I said, "That means you need to stay here too, Esmeralda. Fernanda."

"No," Esmeralda argued, "I'm going. Marisol can breastfeed Jhon in my stead."

"Prima too," Fernanda added determinedly.

Seeing that I was not making any inroads in convincing them to stay, I looked at Barbara and asked, "Barbara, since you're pregnant, would you mind staying here and helping Marisol with the babies? That way, I will know that at least one of my women is here taking care of my children should anything happen to me, Esmeralda, or Fernanda."

Barbara's expression was a mixture of disappointment, to say the least, and pride as she gave me a resolute nod and said, "I will."

"Thank you," I replied warmly in sincere gratitude.

An hour later, Esmeralda, Fernanda, and I were driving down a county road until we were about a mile from Kahlotus. This time, Esmeralda was using the rangefinder to scope out the area ahead of us. Only two or three streets made up the small village that was Kahlotus. Along those few streets was a tavern, an unmanned fuel station, grain silos, a small general grocery store, a saloon, and a coffee house. There was a public school, a public pool, and a small village council chamber. Also, there were a few stick-frame homes, while the rest were mostly mobile homes with a smattering of RVs scattered between. The ramshackle village appeared as if there couldn't be a population exceeding more than fifty people. However, there was and they were all there. With the arrival of spring, the majority of the small village seemed to be walking about as if the world as we knew it hadn't ended a year ago.

Pulling off the road and onto a dirt road about a mile from the village, we piled out of the truck and hiked up a ridge for a better view of Kahlotus. One thing I did note was that almost everyone was packing at least a pistol on their hips while the rest, mostly the menfolk, also carried rifles of one sort or another. The road was unobstructed from what I could see. If we were driving fast we could probably pass through without issue. The problem would be getting back. They might expect us to return and set a blockade or lay a trap. That also didn't include the possibility that they already had snipers watching the road.

"What do you think?" Fernanda asked from the back seat.

"I think we need to make friends with our neighbors rather than enemies," I said.

"They could be the ones that killed Barbie's family," Esmeralda countered.

"True," I agreed but then added, "But we won't know that for sure until we meet them and investigate."

"Okay," Fernanda said, then asked, "So how do we do that? This will be very dangerous for us. They outnumber us and outgun us by a lot."