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Chapter 1

It was perhaps a moment of madness or bizarre curiosity, but I chose this time of all occasions to visit my old high school after three years since graduation. Boy was I in for a shock! I parked in the principal's spot just because I realized that I could and just felt like it. There it was. Harry S. Truman High School. Not a bad name, actually. Old Harry wasn't a bad President, after all, was he? Far removed from this day and age, though, he was, and all of that generation, now long dead and gone.

I walked through the eerie, ghostly silence of the rubble that used to be brick and mortar. It wasn't all ruins, of course. Plenty of it still stood, in fact. A good portion of the place was bombed-out, shelled by artillery, and pockmarked with gunfire, to put it mildly. School shootings were out, just like school itself. Now in? School bombings, shellings, and the use of school grounds as a literal battlefield.

It looked pretty vacant. Surely, there wasn't anyone there, right? There was no way that anyone would try to hide out amidst the rubble, one would assume. I decided to scavenge and probe, just in case. One never knew what one might find. I even checked out the school store and the ladies' bathroom and locker room, because, why the hell not? I doubted that I'd find any ladies, but I might find some free trinkets in the school store. The other places were just to solve my own curiosity about them.

That was when I heard it... sobbing... pretty loud sobbing, in fact. Who the hell would hang out here, other than me, anyway? This place might well suit me as a good place to squat for a little while, but I figured that I'd be alone in that sentiment. To me, it had already taken its beating in the first hours or day or so of bloody mayhem, and now it was unlikely to be a victim twice over. Was that what the other parties figured, too?

"Roman... is that you?" I heard a familiar, feminine voice rather abruptly, a voice choked by recently shed tears.

"Yeah, it's me, teach. You know, I don't think that you'll get hazard pay for this, so why stick around?" I joked with my usual dark humor.

"Well, it's a little late for extra credit, even if I could give it. Last I heard, you were a soldier, anyway. Shouldn't you be off with some warlord now that the Army's kaput? Or maybe a warlord yourself?" the teacher in question retorted.

"Hey, I'm Polish, not stupid," I poked fun at the "dumb Polack" jokes often made at my expense.

"Roman Eduard Danek... it really IS you!" Mrs. Levinson expressed her relief now.

"Well, last I checked, anyway. I could call myself whatever I like nowadays, but I haven't found a suitable alternative yet. What brings you to this boneyard of dead dreams, Mrs. Levinson?" I used her surname out of habit.

"Call me Sandy. Technically, it's Sandra, but my friends always call me Sandy," Mrs. Levinson asked me now, "Sandra Odisho Levinson. An Assyrian married to a Jew, now hanging out with a Pole. What a nice, multicultural apocalypse we have, right?"

"Speaking of your husband, how he is?" I probed now.

"Dead. That's what happens to high school principals in an apocalypse, kid. Turns out that they're among the first to be shot. A damn shame, too. Judah Levinson was a great guy. He never once pressured me to convert, despite me being a lackluster Christian. Not once in six years of marriage, you know. Of course, we were both into things that the rabbis wouldn't like, nor the priests, for that matter," Sandy licked her lips as she recalled her activities.

"Things?" I chuckled as I playfully slapped her tush.

"Yeah, as soon as we're safely in bed I might tell you all about them. Lauren already knows, right, babe?" Sandy pointed to her friend and colleague, Lauren Franco.

"Ms. Franco?" I recalled her.

While Sandy married the principal and taught World History, Lauren taught Latin, French, and Spanish. I took the latter two in high school, so I had more than a little exposure to Lauren. She was a classic Italian beauty, dirty blonde hair in long tresses, a golden tan, and baby blue eyes. She was also rather taller than Sandy, who was short, plump, and olive-skinned, with jet-black hair and grey-green eyes. Both women were lovely enough in their own way, and somehow, I got the impression that they were an item, a package deal.

"Are you two... lovers?" I cleared the air, getting nods and knowing grins from both ladies.

"There's a lot of missing details here, but the gist is that we were a throuple... me, Judah, and Sandy here. Including the whole year that you went to Truman High, I might add," Lauren explained, making things make a lot more sense now.

"No others, huh?" I asked to be clear.

"Only on birthdays, anniversaries, and other such special occasions. And even then, we tested well in advance. Orgies are great, but not worth getting the clap, trust me. My first husband gave me that and it was a bitch to get rid of, I assure you," Lauren declared, making me nervous at how loudly they spoke in the ruins of my old high school.

"What did your second husband give you?" I asked her, my curiosity now piqued.

"Sandy. I count Judah as my second hubby, though we couldn't make it official. We were basically his wives... and each other's. Looks like I'm working on my third hubby now, though, as is Sandy. Damn, she works fast!" Lauren winked at me.

"Ah, so I need to get out of the way. Well, it's been nice touching base, but I somehow doubt that I'll ever return. No sense in it, right? I don't want to be a drag," I started to walk out of the ladies' room now.

"Woah, doofus, you're not in the way, unless you leave and cock-block yourself! We want you for the third hubby, right, babe? What do you say? Want to be teacher's pet... squared?" Lauren startled me with this news.

"Men! They can be such schmucks at times! Sorry... I married a Jew... you pick up some Yiddish along the way. She's right, though. You're the first non-rapey guy I've met in a while, so, yes the bar is kinda low, but why not take advantage of that? We're great company for each other, but we still miss the dick, okay? There's no law stopping us now, is there?" Sandy laughed as she closed the distance and both women kissed me with a passion that stunned me.

"So... you propose to... share me?" I blurted, even as the women all but dragged me to their van.

"God, yes, baby! One night with both of us... and you'll wonder what you ever saw in girls your own age. We'll drain your balls every fucking night, working as a team. Or solo, when one of us is just out of steam or whatever. Point is... you'll get at least one or two ladies in your bed every fucking night for the rest of your life. Maybe more, depending on who we run across in the future. Your post-apoc harem, dear. And both ladies are... into each other, too, as you have surmised," Lauren declared as we sat in the van together.

"Okay, I like the sales pitch so far... anything else that I know? Any downsides? Are you two gonna want apples on Valentine's Day instead of candy? Are you gonna grade me on my performance and give me homework and book reports to do?" I teased the ex-teachers, both of who burst out laughing now.

"Thanks for that. I've really needed this... what with everything that went down and all. As for apples, I'd like to bob for them... from Lauren's ass!" Sandy used a tongue gesture to suggest rimming now.

"Hey, your tush is just as yummy!" Lauren protested as they both started tearing off my clothes now.

"Well, there is one thing... we both REALLY want babies! Badly... as much as we miss Judah, we don't miss his sterility, I can assure you of that. We're not getting any younger, you know. Tick tock. So, that's the price... protect us and... put a bun in each oven, okay?" Sandy told me with kisses as she began riding me.

I was more than a little worried that some goons would find us, but so far, so good. The van doors were locked, the windows covered, and the ladies kept the noise down. I spent the next several minutes inside Sandy's snatch, getting her version of sex ed, of course. It could pass for a religious version, what with a lot of "God" mentioned in passing. I was pretty sure that it wasn't in prayer, either.

"Holy smokes... you two... wow, you could... bottle up that lust and power the whole fucking grid again!" Lauren teased us before she started making out with both of us.

"Hey, I'm just hiding my Polska kielbasa in these rough times, you know," I laughed as Sandy slid off me and Lauren took her turn atop me.

"Well, I always liked pole dancing, you know," Sandy punned as she slipped each of us some tongue.

"I'd complain about the puns, but I'm just as bad with them," Lauren snickered as she rode me harder than I thought humanly possible.

"Yes, well, I think that we're both very cunning linguists, wouldn't you agree, teach?" I taunted her back, making her blush a little.

"You'll have to prove that claim to me and soon. Lauren already has and then some, but you still have to convince me yourself," Sandy giggled as she planted her pussy above my face now.

What could I do? I dove in like a eunuch in the sultan's harem. Yeah, you know that they did that kind of thing, right? I impaled Sandy as surely with my tongue as I did Lauren with my cock. Then they swapped, and then again. They were soon so sloppy that I slipped out now and then, but it was well worth my while... and theirs. Those hot, wet gashes were stretched to the max for me and I got no complaints, nor did they.

If I had known that being a teacher's pet could be this much fun, I might have stuck around for a while after grad. Then again, who doesn't want to move away from home for a while? I would have needed to tap my sisters, too, to make me stay behind. Given what prudes they were, I didn't have much hope of that.

"So... do we have a deal, hon? Are we YOUR wives now?" Sandy asked just as I spilled my seed inside her on a powerful stroke.

"Are you crazy? Because I'd have to be to turn you gals down!" I chuckled as Lauren leaned over to lick me clean.

"Smart guy. No wonder he was teacher's pet for both of us!" Sandy got the last word.

For now.

Chapter 2

"So, what are we going to do to survive? We can't hide out here in the school forever, can we? Granted, it's rubble and no one will expect it, but we'll need at least the necessities of life, such as food, drink, hopefully running water and soap, preferably some kind of power, if it's possible, you get the idea. I doubt that we can hole up here in school for good and still sustain ourselves. I vote that we scavenge what we can from Truman High and then book it!" I proposed to my two lovely new wives, both of them former teachers of mine.

"Yeah, you're right about that, but we'll definitely need your muscles and strong back for that one. So, were you, in fact, a soldier when the whole thing came crashing down? You can hunt if we need to and fight off attackers, I presume. That was my impression, which I admit was a huge turn-on for both of us, in case you missed it from that last threesome," Sandy told me.

"What she said. Seriously, I heard that you were Army or Navy or something. Which was it, anyway? I just want to know what we're getting here as a husband, protector, and provider, you know. I'm more than happy to submit, of course. These are rough times and it's halfway back to the caves in some ways. I'm not delusional enough to think feminism is going to survive this whole apocalypse, at least not intact," Lauren backed her colleague and sister-wife up now.

"Well, so far, he's thinking ahead and that's a good sign, ain't it? Sorry, we're very nerdy, but hardly handy. We're not what you'd call very organized, either. Just being honest here," Sandy confessed, not surprisingly.

"Hey, babe, I got it covered, okay? I got this, girls. I was Army, for the record. Just minding my own... and Uncle Sam's business, serving as a mess cook, believe it or not, when the whole thing fell apart. Yep, that's my great, glorious military career, if you want to know the truth. I worked chow duty. I was a cook. Not a bad duty, certainly no shame in it, but nothing distinctly martial about it, I'm afraid," I admitted now.

"Hey, at least we know that you can cook, which means that all three of us can cook and take turns with that job. We're a lot less likely to starve that way. And you must have at least the mechanical skills needed in a kitchen, I dare say. That's a start, if nothing else. Not bad, honey. A perfectly respectable profession," Lauren agreed with a light touch on my shoulder.

"And we know that you can fuck, no doubt of that. Let's just hope that your fish can swim. Gotta find those eggs, okay? Will have to repopulate the planet, whose overpopulation crisis seems to have reversed it rather dramatically since Armageddon or whatever one wants to call it. I honestly don't know what historians will call it when writing the histories, Admittedly, we're centuries away from the answer to that question," Sandy recalled while both women worked to revive my boner.

Before I knew it, Sandy and Lauren were both on their hands and knees in the van, alternating their mouths between my cock and my balls. Their tongues eagerly bathed and lathered my dick with their spit as they tasted me again and again. Oh, damn it, I thought, as I noticed just how wonderful their lips felt on my private parts now. I could definitely get used to this, one of the few upsides to this crazy, post-apocalyptic world. There was plenty that was wrong with it, of course, but this much was right with it, at least for now.

"Ladies, luckily, I'm younger and have plenty of stamina. Just bear in mind that even so, I'm not Superman. Even if I was, there is plenty of Kryptonite around, such as a bullet or exhaustion or heat stroke or whatever. Of course, I fear that this new life will age us all well before our time. The old life wasn't perfect, but at least I didn't have to hunt for indoor plumbing and central air. Basic refrigeration, that kind of thing," I observed while the ladies playfully rolled my balls around in their mouths.

"What do you really think that we need to do to survive, long-term?" Sandy asked now, probably more voicing her thoughts aloud than anything else.

"Find a community that already exists and that has many of the amenities that we could use to raise a family together in peace. Hopefully, that's still an option. One can only dream or hope or wish or whatever. What do you think, Lauren?" I asked my other wife directly now.

"What you said, baby. That's the best, most efficient solution of all in the long-term. Or at the least, find other survivors with whom we can pool resources and create such a community. I have little doubt that you would emerge as a leader of such a group, if not the leader, even if your military background is limited to basic and your specialty. That's still more than many civilians have, at any rate," Lauren replied before she resumed sucking me to help Sandy get me nice and hard for them.

"Well said, honey! I love the way that you think!" Sandy told her with a kiss before they went back to servicing my genitals.

"And I love the way that your pussy tastes on his dick! It's a great combo, his prick and your cunny juice, baby! I always loved it when we were with Judah, too. And all in all, I'm rather glad that we're NOT in Philadelphia!" Lauren winked at both of her partners as Sandy climbed aboard my cock now that it was hard again.

"Oh, I love the quick recovery time of younger men! I adored Judah, don't get me wrong, but absolutely relish being with this young, handsome Pole and his resilient um... pole! And I can't wait until we've both got his buns in our oven where they belong!" Sandy exclaimed as she bounced repeatedly on my cock in a very aggressive form of cowgirl-style sex.

I worried for a little while that my wives might break my dick, but I needn't have concerned myself. They were very familiar with this position, as they often used it on the older, more easily tired Judah Levinson, and had figured out how to avoid that issue. They knew the right pace, tempo, and series of motions to protect my thick rod from harm. After all, it was their new favorite toy, wasn't it? Such were my thoughts just before Lauren replaced Sandy on my Johnson and got to work riding me as well.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna love being married to you girls!" I declared as they kept trading back and forth.

It wasn't just turns at mounting me. The ladies also sucked me between strokes inside each other and themselves, even as they worked those fantastic hips of theirs so frantically. It was amazing, being in bed with these two ladies, who seemed more and more the most perfect mates ever devised for a man. They also repeatedly pushed their tits in my face as if they might want to invite me to suck them.

Were they doing that? I had to wonder, just as I erupted inside Lauren this time. Both women now looked down upon with faces full of love and something else, I wasn't sure. I knew that we had fully fluid-bonded at least, to use a term popular in some subcultures not long before Doomsday or whatever it was called. That was progress, if nothing else, wasn't it?

"Oh, my God, you really are a firecracker, aren't you, baby? You're a fucking wildcard and I'm so here for it, even if my life didn't depend upon you. Which it does," Sandy told me while she then peppered my face with soft kisses.

"He's a fucking savage, this one. Totally badass! Face it, honey. We're his bitches now and I couldn't be happier," Lauren added her own two cents now.

"Does that mean that I get to rim you two and watch you rim each other soon?" I grinned and blushed at the high praise from my former teachers.

"Well, you are the teacher's pet... to both of us, aren't you? Teacher's pet gets very special favors, doesn't he?" Sandy told me, adding, "I often used to jill off to thoughts of adding you to our throuple and making it a foursome. The only trouble was that you and Judah could never have been lovers, since he was straight as fuck, whether you were or not."

"That and being our student, of course. Totally inappropriate back then. Now, kinda necessary. Now, spread those cheeks, honey. I want to eat your ass so our husband can watch!" Lauren told Sandy while playfully swatting her tush.

"Well, when you put it that way, babe... bon appetit!" Sandy said as she jumped a little in response to the swat... and the first few licks of her pucker.

Chapter 3

The next morning...

"So, we're about five miles from Kansas City, gals. The only question is... do we head into whatever's left of that particular metropolis or go somewhere else?" I thought aloud.

"We go wherever you lead and decide, husband. I know that you're used to listening to us and that's good, but you don't need to obey us. You're the man. I'm pretty sure that the apocalypse finished off feminism, probably for good. You can protect us and provide for us. We trust you. Lead the way. Just remember that the buck stops here, as Old Harry would say," Sandy urged me to command, clearly seeing in me what I was still discovering about myself.

"What she said. Face it. Women can either tough it on their own, which I don't recommend, or attach themselves to a man and embrace the natural order once more. Feminism is clearly a moot point and one could call it the god that failed. Definitely in these circumstances. We don't have the luxury of being social justice warriors. Besides, the last President was a woman and that was a shit show," Lauren mocked the memory of a certain California politician who stepped into the Presidency due to a stroke.

I could be liberal or progressive on some issues, but yeah, pantsuit corporate feminist types like that particular former Attorney General, Senator, and Vice President were a sick joke. While I didn't often agree with Republicans and their culture war bullshit, they had a point that only smug, affluent, connected women benefited from that kind of thing. Then again, the far left had a similar point for different reasons. It was moot now, though. Feminism was as dead as the USA itself. Even Missouri as a state was largely gone, too, except as a point of reference on a map.