Worlds End Newcomers Settle In

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

Please note that I am a British female, and I write in British English and vernacular, so for me a fanny is the correct term for female genitalia, a pussy is a pet cat, and the ass is a bum or arse.

I apologise for any typo errors in my story - I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...

This is a continuation of my Worlds End series, reading the first stories will give useful context.

Florence lay in my arms, basking in the glow of her first orgasm in what she called 'a very long time.' The sounds of sex diminished and eventually all that could be heard were the sounds of people sleeping. As I had said to the newcomers, there was no privacy down here, sound travels, Florence had learned that this evening.

Her hand found its way to my dick and she squeezed before rolling my foreskin down and then gently wanking me, my dick appreciative of the attention. Wanking makes its own distinctive noise, the slap of the hand on the lower belly, and if close up, the sound of the foreskin as it slides over the rim, a sort of slush sound.

And then of course, the added sighs and gasps from the owner of the dick, and I was certainly adding plenty of those sounds to the mix. "Please be gentle with me, as I say, it's been a very long time," Florence whispered as she let go of my now very hard dick.

I rolled her onto her back and settled between her legs, my dick poking between her thighs, moistened by the wetness of her arousal. Florence reached down and lined my dick up and I flexed my hips, my dick passing through her entrance and slowly going through her opening and filling her fanny with my man meat.

She was holding her breath, her eyes wide open and staring yet fixed on nothing as I sank deeper and deeper inside her body until my balls rested on her thighs and my pubis on her mons. I bent my neck a little and kissed her lips, my tongue running across her purse, adding moisture. Her hands went around my back and her legs around my buttocks.

I eased back a little, my foreskin hiding my glans again, her arousal making my movement easy, and I held at her opening, ready, wanting, and I pushed in, back into her depths, slowly filling her again. "God, yes," she whispered into my mouth, "yes."

I eased back and then pushed in, my foreskin sliding along my shaft, my rim squeegeeing her fanny walls, her ripples and bumps apparent at my slow tempo, my dick feeling the pressure as I pushed hard against her depth, my balls resting on her fourchette when I was at depth. Back out, my heart holding, my pleasures beginning their journeys around my body, and I pulled back, hovering at her entrance.

She looked at me and began to open her mouth as if to say something, I plunged in, no words just a gasp. Her fingernails began to dig into my shoulder blades, I pulled back and plunged back in, her mouth simply gasping, my pubis slapping on her mons, our symphony of sex wouldn't disturb the old timers, but the newcomers may listen.

I began to go at a regular tempo, pressing hard at her depth, hovering at her entrance, her fanny slick with desire as I pumped in and out of her. She started gulping in air, her fingernails pressing ever deeper, her head tilted back and my root twinged a little pain deep inside my groin.

"Aargh," I gasped as my balls erupted, spurt after spurt of spun deep into her fanny flooding her womb, my gasps now joining hers and then drowned by her scream as her second orgasm released, flooding her body with pleasures.

"Shit," she gasped as I rolled off, my dick falling out of her fanny with a gurgle, leaving a trail across her thigh as I rolled on to my back next to her. She pulled the quilt over us.

"I had forgotten about the sogginess of sex," she said quietly.

"You are a fabulous woman," I said, "no doubt that you will get plenty of opportunity to be reminded."

As we sat in the community area eating reconstituted scramble eggs and toasted homemade bread, Martin had an idea.

"How about I do another reccy, see if I can round up some chickens? We could use the eggs, and any that prove not to be layers, we can eat, another source of protein."

"Good idea, why not take one of the newcomers? It'll help them settle in. I am sure that I saw some mesh in one of the storerooms down stairs. I'll see if anyone wants to have a bash at making a coop. I have wood in the woodshed, and I can always mill more if needed."

And it was arranged. Andrew, one of the new guys, volunteered to go with Martin. Joe went down to cover their tracks and re-secure the rear vehicle door. The guys went out wearing dungarees, they would get washed after they returned.

"Have fun?" Alice asked as I sat drinking coffee later.

"Well, you know how it goes," I said.

"You do realise that most of the babies in here have your DNA? It seems like you are going to continue that trend. When the Earth is rebuilt, perhaps we should rename it Adam."

I shrugged and then quietened her with a kiss to her lips, I could tell that she was smiling as we kissed. We sat back and a couple came to sit by us.

"Hi, we are Steve and Sally," the guy said, "Adam and Alice, right?"

"Yes" Alice said, "how are you settling in?"

"Oh, fine, I mean, great. It is so warm here, we see why you didn't bother with clothes, but, well, I have to be honest, I am not sure where to look!" Steve said, "I mean, well, I am not used to nakedness."

"Just look, we for sure don't mind, you'll get over it soon enough, and one day you'll realise that you haven't been looking anymore. It's fine. It for sure isn't worth getting het up about," Alice said.

"It is very odd for us, I mean we were living in a church, and some of the people that we were with were very religious, pious doesn't cover it," Sally added.

"I guess," I said, "they are the ones that stayed behind."

"Yes," Steve said, "yes, they said to live in a community where everyone showed their private parts was a sin."

"That is their view and I would accept that as long as they are not part of our community where we don't really do religion or sin. Things are what they are and we make the best of what we have. May I ask, are you guys related, only you look very similar." I was curious.

Steve looked at Sally, and then at me, "yes, cousins, our Mum's are sisters, or rather were, we don't know what happened to them. We never heard from them after the disaster. We just happened to be in the village when all hell broke loose, we managed to grab a room at the pub, it was a double, so, well, we, I am sure you can guess the rest."

"Hey don't fret it, no one here will judge you."

"You certainly are very handsome Steve," Alice said, "I can understand how Sally must have felt."

"Gosh, er, thank you."

"And you Sally," I added, "I mean really, you are quite beautiful, I really would like to get to know you much better."

"Oh, gosh, I mean, er, really?"

"Come on Sally," I said, "let's go for a walk, you can see a little more of the bunker that is now your home." I stood up and proffered my hand to Sally, helping her to her feet. My view was that Alice had made the first move, the first overture if you will.

We walked along the corridor and then I led her downstairs to the lower level, the one we didn't use much except for accessing the Land rovers. There were workshops down here too, but I didn't really know how to use the machines and so I just left them be.

As we walked Sally said that she used to be a trainee chef, and that Steve worked at a garage that did car services. "Well," I said, "they can be useful skills down here. The machinery will need looking after, and guidance in the kitchen will always be welcomed." I stopped and took her hand and turned her towards me and dipped my neck, touching her lips with mine.

Sally gulped and then kissed back, she seemed a little restrained. We happened to be by a room with beds in and I took her in and sat her down, kneeling before her, I kissed her knees, my hands massaging her legs, moving ever higher.

"Oh, gosh," she said as I reached the tops of her thighs, my fingers running along the seams of her knickers. I stood up and gently pushed her shoulders so that she was laying on the bed, I lay next to her and kissed her right nipple as my hand traced her crease through the fabric of her knickers.

Sally gulped again and then held my head loosely as I toyed with her nipple in my mouth and my finger gently eased the knickers into her crease. I reached down with my other hand and pushed her knickers down, using my foot to push them over her ankle, she was naked, her dark black bush resplendent and inviting me to walk through her forest, a walk through her black forest.

My finger pressed at her crease, forcing her lips apart and I felt the heat and wetness of her arousal as I slid my finger down her valley to her entrance, gently circling, dipping in and then easing out and scraping a nail over her fourchette onto her perineum before going back and dipping inside her again.

"Fuck," she gasped as two fingers passed her entrance, pushed through her opening and pressed deep inside her wiggling, opening, closing, stretching. My teeth released her nipple and I kissed my way down her belly until I found myself at her forest, nipping her hairs, gently pulling and then I found her dimple just below her hair line.

Using my tongue, I eased her clitoris from its hiding place, my brain telling me it was bigger than usual as I pinched it between my teeth and slowly pulled it as my fingers pushed from within. She was panting and then gasping, gulping in air, her fingers opening and closing on the mattress, her heels pushing down, her buttocks lifting.

I let go of her clitoris and then began to dab at it with my tongue before gently sucking it into my mouth as my fingers gyrated inside her. She gasped, her back arched, her fanny clamped and she screamed a release, her pleasures flowing as she bucked on the bed.

"Oh God," she said and then totally relaxed, slumping like jelly onto the mattress. I rolled to cover her, my dick pressing at her entrance. Reaching down I guided my deck and pressed, my girth slowly widening her more than my fingers had, my dick now enjoying her heat as it sank deeper and deeper into her body.

I was in as far as I could go, her hairs a strange sensation, almost a tickle, the heat from her fanny welcoming, her hands moved and were loosely on my shoulders. I leant down with my face and kissed her, as I slowly moved my dick back to her opening. As I pressed in again, she gasped into my mouth and her breath held and her fingers began to press into my back.

I began a steady shag, in and out, the slap of my pubis on her mons muted by her pubic hair, but still there as were her gasps as I pummelled her depth, my movement accompanied by the soft slushing sound of my dick sliding in her wetness. I began to go faster, harder and deeper, pressing as hard as I could, my balls tightening and deep in my groin a twinge of pain.

I grunted and pressed in hard, holding, my dick pumping spunk deep into her fanny, flooding her womb. I slipped back and pushed in again, another spurt, and then again, and again and her fanny squeezed, clamping me tight, and again she screamed her nails digging painfully into my back.

"Oh my God," she said, "you came inside me."

"Yes," I replied, "and you felt fabulous."

"God, Steve and I never did that, I mean, fingers and mouth was as far as we went, we never actually, you know, did it."

"And now you have, and by my limited experience I would say that you enjoyed it," I said as I rolled away my dick suddenly feeling cold as it slipped from her fanny.

"Oh my God," she said again. Oh well, only she would know where in her cycle was, and if she got pregnant, no worries, there were enough people to help her and her baby. "I never thought," she said, "I mean, I could get pregnant."

"Yes, that is what happens, is that a problem?"

"God, yes, I mean, no, I mean I don't know, I mean, there are no hospitals or anything."

I pulled her in close and kissed her, and cuddling her I spoke as calmly as I could.

"Sally, it will be fine, we have had nine babies in here without a problem, and women all over the world have been having babies for thousands of years, honestly, it will be fine and a new experience." I finished by kissing her again, my fingers playing in the spunk that was leaking from her fanny, circling her clitoris, her breath beginning to stutter again.

My dick was getting harder as I played in her valley and I leant over her, my legs between hers, my dick finding its own way and once more I was filling her fanny. "Oh God," she said as she pulled me tight to her.

Eventually we made our way back, three loads from my balls later, her fanny oozing, Sally wearing the knickers so as not to drip everywhere.

"Oh, you're back," Alice said taking me to one side, "Steve is a bit of a green horn."

"I am sure that you will help him out, Sally was a bit green too, never having actually shagged with her brother. When I filled her fanny the first time it came as a surprise to her."

She laughed and squeezed me tightly and then we were interrupted by the return of Martin and Andrew.

"We have about ten chickens in the land rover," Martin said, "and I am sure that we will find more. Also, about three miles from here we found an old farm that had sheep and lambs. There was no one around and there is a livestock trailer there too."

There was an excited hubbub as the news spread. For the interim we made a pen with just the roll of chicken wire at the back of the house. Whilst that was being constructed, I went down our drive with Joe and the skid steer. We moved the fallen trees and made the drive passable again. When that was done Martin, Andrew and Phil, another of the new guys went off to try and capture some lambs.

What to do with them was the conundrum, no point in us capturing them, and them just wandering off. To the East of the house was a derelict field. We drove around its perimeter repairing the fencing as we went with chicken wire, it was the best that we could with what we had.

Amanda and Joe and Rosemary from the newcomers went out to start building a rudimentary chicken coop, something that would keep the foxes out. Sally asked me to help her with preparing food, in the excitement we had forgotten to have lunch.

"I am scared," she said, "for the first time, I am scared."

"Why?" I asked as we cut bread.

"I couldn't believe the pleasure for one thing, I had only done it once before and that wasn't like this, he just stuck it in me and kind of that was that, and I didn't feel much probably because he used a condom, which he left on my bedroom floor."

"I am guessing that was a few years ago, possibly inexperience on both sides?"

"Well, yes, it was my first time, and I think his too."

"Okay, well, as you now know, it can be much more pleasurable, the intensity of the pleasure, the orgasm, can be mind blowing."

"Yes, but I am scared I will get pregnant."

"But if you do, you are not alone, there are a lot of people here to help and support you, Natalie was a gyni nurse before all this happened."

"I can't help being scared."

"No, of course not, but there are a few pregnant ladies here, hopefully when they give birth, which will before you do, you will see it is okay."

"I know, but I want to do it again, and again, and again. I have never experienced pleasure like it."

"Well, sad to say that we have not found a supply of condoms down here, so, you will either have to accept the possible consequences or just use fingers and mouths, or use a thermometer to take your temperature and work out your cycles. There is also asking the man to pull out, but nothing is really foolproof."

"The downside of being a woman, no man can ever understand."

"Perhaps not."

The afternoon went on, the field team came back saying that they think it is sheep proof, and then Martin, Andrew and Phil cam back with a rattling trailer. Martin reversed, not expertly it has to be said, up to the gate in the field, Phil got out and opened the gate, and Martin reversed back a little more, and then with much clanking the back of the trailer was lowered and sheep and lambs were released into the field.

There were four sheep and three lambs. One of the sheep was a big lad it has to be said. We had no idea of sheep farming, but, as the lambs had obviously been born since the incident, the feeling was that the sheep knew what to do, we would just leave them to it.

"There are more sheep," Martin said, but we just couldn't round them up, these three lambs we think belong to these three ewes, and the ram is probably the father, but the rest of the sheep and lambs scattered. We could go back and try again."

"Good Job," I said, "let's see how we get on with this lot. If we want more then we need to think about building barns for the winter and also more fencing and more grazing. I just hope that we haven't drawn attention to ourselves."

Martin shrugged. "We had to do something, we are fourteen adults and nine children with more on the way. We could, I suppose, lock the gate and make it difficult for vehicles to get in, people can always climb the gate, but, well, we need to move on."

"No, you're right, let's manage this as best we can. It could be exciting. Perhaps we can go scouring the local farms and see what resources we can scavenge." One thing I realised was that our work was about to get harder, and we would be even busier if we managed to find even more animals. Pigs would be good, you can eat almost all of a pig, but I didn't think we had the means to make proper bacon, but I was salivating at the thought.

Over the next few days the land rover went out a few more times, one of the nearby farms had a diesel tank that we slowly drained into containers and bought back, and then Martin took Steve with him, he had found a tractor that we could bring back, if they could get it going.

"Pretty easy if it is an old one," Steve said, "the modern ones have all computers and without the right software, they are just impossible."

I nodded my agreement and the various bits of plant I had were all pre-electronics, not one computer between them. Usually just a bit of ether was enough to get the most stubborn engine running. They did get it going and Steve drove it back, the Land rover following with the trailer and the back of the land rover filled with all the spares and oils and grease that they could find.

The barn I had built for my plant was getting rather full, Andrew suggested that we built another one, but that would require some roofing. I said that I could use the mill as we had a ready supply of wood as a resource, and finding a builders merchants in the middle of nowhere was unlikely and going to town was a risk I didn't want to take.

One of the things that Martin had seen on his reccy trips, he just needed to remember where, was an auger, and we could use that to put up poles and build a simple pole barn, Even with just a wooden roof, it would be better than what we had. It seemed my future was going to involve a lot of milling.

Over the next few days I got to work, using the skid steer to pick up all the fallen trees and take them next to the wood mill, once I had collected all the trees, some had to be dragged out of the woods with chains, it took me a few days but I eventually had a large pile of tree trunks to mill. I suggested to Martin that a wood chipper would be useful if he could find one, we could use it to make animal bedding for the winter.

I was getting ready to start milling the poles for the pole barn when Rebecca approached the mill carrying a flask.

"Tea," she said, "should help keep you hydrated."