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  "You dirty bastard!" Lucas called out. Maxine glanced over at Bob. He had awoken and was furiously pumping his cock as he watched. He ignored Lucas's rebuke, which Maxine thought had more than a hint of amusement rather than outrage about it. She had stopped riding Lucas in her shock, but a couple of gentle thrusts from him indicated that she should continue. She acquiesced, finding that rather than finding Bob's presence objectionable, she rather enjoyed it. She found her earlier rhythm, riding Lucas hard, her breasts bouncing up and down. She leant back, arching her back, Lucas's cock rubbing against the front wall of her pussy.

  "Oh yes!" She cried out as she felt herself reaching yet another climax.

  "Come on her!" Lucas shouted out. It took a moment for Maxine's mind to process the meaning of what he had said, by which time Bob was already on his feet, his right hand still pumping at his hard cock as he approached her. Maxine's eyes widened as he stood over her, staring down lustfully at her. Lucas groaned beneath her and she felt his cock twitch before spurting inside her. Maxine cried out as his climax triggered her own. She threw her head back, trembling in ecstasy as jolts of pleasure radiated out from her pussy. As she caught her breath, she felt a warm wetness on her cleavage as Bob erupted on her. She tipped her head back up, gazing into Bob's lust filled eyes as his cock sent a second stream of creamy fluid across her right breast. She should have been furious at this unsolicited act, but instead her desire overwhelmed her reason and she opened her mouth in invitation. Bob's eyes widened in surprise and he leaned eagerly forward. Maxine felt his seed splash against her left cheek, another spurt arcing across her lips, plastering her tongue. She smiled happily as his last weaker spurts landed on her chin and neck. Bob looked down at her come covered features with a look of awe on his face. Maxine gulped down the come that had landed in her mouth and licked what was left from her lips, enjoying the tangy taste. She felt a surge of excitement and wondered if this had been how Rebecca felt, though her face and breasts had been dripping with three men's come. She leaned forward, opened her mouth and took Bob's cock inside, licking and sucking the last traces of his come from his wilting cock. She suddenly realised that she was gently rubbing her clit with her hand. Lucas and Bob both slid their spent cocks from her body and looked in amazement at her come soaked visage.

  "Wow." Lucas said. Bob, as always, said nothing, though his expression mirrored Lucas's sentiment. She smiled, suddenly embarrassed by what she had just done. She gazed down at her defiled breasts, her face dripping with Bob’s come and wondered what was wrong with her. She had always had a healthy libido, but she was insatiable these last few days like some depraved cock hungry slut and yet strangely she didn’t regret a thing.

  Chapter 8

  Maxine stirred from her sleep, a shaft of sunlight shining in through the hole in the roof, piercing the gloom of the warehouse. She blinked and lay still for a moment as the fog cleared from her mind as she came around. She idly scratched at her chest, finding the dried, flaky remnants of something on them. She pulled the blanket from her body, wincing as she remembered what she had done the night before. She lay there and wondered what had come over her. Despite herself, she smiled at the double entendre. She got to her feet and quickly got dressed. Lucas and Bob were gone, though she could hear clanking of metal outside. She wandered over to what remained of a window, the frame now holding dusty shards of glass from the pane like the maw of a monster. She peered out and watched as Lucas and Bob dragged a gearbox out of the warehouse and with a grunt of effort, threw it up onto the back of the pickup. She made her way outside to join them.

  “Good morning.” Lucas smiled, wiping the sweat from his brow. Bob gazed at her lewdly, his lips curling in a half smile.

  “Morning.” Maxine replied.

  “We’re nearly ready.” Lucas told her, nodding in the direction of the pickup, which was piled high with various car parts. “I’ve found a few bits and pieces for you too.”

  Maxine noticed a pair of fresh tyres and some other parts piled up next to the Mustang.

  “Thanks.” She smiled. Bob was gazing fixedly at her chest. “You might want to tell your friend that if he wants to keep his eyes, he’d better point them elsewhere.” She growled.

  “You heard the lady Bob.” Lucas warned him. “Mind your manners now. After last night, it’s the least you can do.” Scolded, Bob nodded and continued loading the pickup. Lucas moved closer to her.

  “He’s a simple bastard.” He told her quietly, “and I’ve seen him kill men with his bare hands, but he’d never do anything to you that he shouldn’t. He likes pretty ladies. But I guess what red blooded man, simple or otherwise doesn’t eh. You’re something else Red, you know that don’t you?”

  “You’re not bad yourself Lucas.” Maxine smiled back. She had enjoyed herself the night before and why shouldn’t she? In this world where death could pounce at any moment, she might as well find pleasure wherever, whenever and with whoever she chose. Bob slammed the pickup’s tailgate shut and nodded at Lucas.

  “Let’s get out of here.” Lucas told him, grabbing his shotgun and climbed into the pickup. Maxine actually found herself disappointed that he wasn’t riding shotgun with her again. Lucas slammed the door shut and leaned out of the window. “Ready when you are Red.” He winked at her. Maxine quickly threw the tyres and parts into the Mustang and climbed in, the engine roaring to life. She followed the pickup back onto the road and they accelerated back the way they came.

  They entered the ruined town that they had travelled through the day before. Maxine glanced about warily. Lucas might have thought it was safe, but she hadn’t kept alive all these years by letting her guard down. She followed Bob and Lucas around a corner before the pickup abruptly stopped. Maxine pressed her foot hard on to the brake pedal and the brakes squealed in protest as the Mustang slid to a stop inches from the pickup’s tailgate.

  “What the fuck?!” She shouted angrily. Then she noticed the bus parked across the road. Her eyes widened and she quickly slammed the Mustang into reverse. Too late as behind her a petrol tanker roared to life and rolled across the street, preventing their escape. The street was blocked off at each end and they were trapped. Maxine scanned the sides of the street, trying to see whether there was any escape route. The pickup did a U turn as Bob tried to double back. There was the crack of a gunshot and the pickup’s windscreen shattered. It seemed as though time slowed as Maxine watched in horror as the pickup veered wildly towards her. It was going to hit her head on. She grimaced, waiting for the crunching impact before the pickup steered sharply away at the final moment, the engine roaring as it accelerated straight into the cab of the tanker. The sound of the impact was deafening as metal crunched into metal. The force of the impact caused the back end of the pickup to rear up into the air for a moment before hitting the road with a crunch. Maxine had just enough time to notice that the cab’s fuel tank had been ruptured and fuel was leaking all over the road before the pickup and cab both went up in a massive fireball. Momentarily stunned by the explosion, it took her a moment to recover her senses. She shook her head, trying to stop the ringing in her ears. The fireball had been replaced by thick acrid black smoke and she couldn’t see anything. The passenger side door was pulled open and she jumped in surprise, reaching desperately for her crossbow. As her hand found it, the crossbow was wrenched from her grasp.

  “It’s me!” A voice hissed. Maxine looked up to find the hand belonged to Lucas. His clothes were in tatters and bloodstained and he had a bad gash on his forehead.

  “Lucas.” Maxine mumbled as he climbed in beside her. A gunshot brought her back to her senses, the bullet ricocheting off the road next to them.

  “They’re shooting blind.” Lucas told her. “But once that smoke clears, we’re dead. The explosion knocked the tanker cab to one side. You may be able to squeeze through the gap.” Maxine rolled the car towards the tanker. Their assailants may be shooting blind, but she was driving blind too. The thick smoke had penetrated the inte
rior of the car and they choked as she moved through the dark cloud. As she moved slowly forward, she could just about make out the shape of the cab and the wall of the building on the corner. There was a gap, but it looked tiny. She had to go for it. It was their only hope. She pressed her foot to the floor and the Mustang roared and lurched forward, smashing into the gap, the masonry crumbling on one side of the car and the cab scraping against the other side. Maxine gritted her teeth and kept her foot pressed onto the accelerator as the car scraped through the gap, the friction slowing them down until she was certain that they would be wedged between and at the mercy of the bandits.

  “Come on, come on!” Lucas willed them through and with a roar of triumph from the engine, they cleared the gap and accelerated away. Maxine took a deep breath, realising that she had subconsciously been breathing in as they squeezed through. Maxine kept accelerating and they left the ruined town at well over a hundred miles per hour. Once they were back on the open road, she allowed herself to relax and eased off the accelerator.

  “Fucking Bastards!” Lucas swore, his face dark with fury. “They’ll pay for killing Bob. I hope they stay put, because I’ll be coming back with a small army. I promise you, they won’t die as quickly as Bob did.”

  “I thought they’d killed you too.” Maxine looked at Lucas. He’d ripped the arm from his shirt and wrapped it around his head wound, which seemed to have eased the bleeding, but he looked in bad shape.

  “They nearly did.” He said, calming down. “I managed to roll out of the pickup just before it hit the tanker cab. We’d have hit you if I hadn’t just managed to grab the steering wheel a moment before.”

  “I know a doctor at The Pit.” Maxine told him. “He can patch you up.” Lucas shook his head.

  “Don’t worry Red, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He told her. “I’ll wash all this blood off and bandage myself up and I’ll be ok.”

  “If you’re sure.” Maxine replied doubtfully. Lucas nodded and remained stoically silent for the remainder of the journey, presumably plotting his violent and bloody retribution.

  They had arrived back at Hope Town and made straight for Lucas’s abode. He had showered immediately, washing the dried blood and grime from his body. She had bandaged his wounds, wrapping them around his forehead, torso, right arm and left leg. The wounds had stopped bleeding and now he was cleaned off, he did look in much better shape than he had done just a couple of hours earlier. Maxine stripped off and climbed into the shower while Lucas lay on the bed. He had watched her as she undressed, but after their antics the previous night, she felt that to be bashful now would be verging on the ridiculous. She enjoyed a long shower, letting the warm water cascade over her aching body. It felt so long since she had stood in this shower even though it had been a matter of days. Eventful days though. She smiled, remembering the trysts she had enjoyed since showering last time. She finally switched off the shower and climbed out of the cubicle, wrapping a towel around her body. Her long, red hair was soaked through and dripped onto the floor. Maxine glanced at Lucas. He was lying on his back, naked other than the bandages. His eyes were gazing at her as she dried herself. Her own eyes were immediately drawn to his groin. His cock was pointing up in the air, his balls drawn up by his taut scrotum. Maxine shook her head in disbelief.

  "We've both nearly been killed today and you're still horny?!" She said, failing to suppress a smile. "Your cock really does do all your thinking doesn't it?" Lucas smiled and nodded proudly. "There's no way all your wounds will stand up to that level of exertion, so you can forget it."

  "Come on Red, you can't leave me like this." He objected with mock indignation. "There must be something you can do to put me out of my misery?" He raised an eyebrow. He was a cocky son of a bitch but she couldn't help but smile. She gazed at his hard cock thoughtfully. She could feel a wetness between her legs which had nothing to do with her recent shower.

  "What did you have in mind?" Maxine replied, playfully sliding a fingertip into her mouth. She shrugged off the towel and watched his erect cock twitch as her naked body was revealed. She moved to the foot of the bed and knelt between his legs. She ran her hands up the inside of his thighs, causing him to groan with longing. She cupped his balls with one hand and gripped his hard cock with the other. She slowly pumped his shaft causing him to squeeze his eyes shut, his mouth dropping open with pleasure. A clear drop of pre-come seeped from the slit at the tip of his cock. She leant forward, her wet hair dragging across Lucas's thighs and flicked out her tongue, collecting the drop of fluid.

  "Yeah." He moaned. "You love to taste cock don't you, you dirty bitch." She would normally have bristled at being called a bitch, but instead it aroused her even further. Her hand left his balls and slid down between her legs. She thrust two fingers inside her wet slit and began to slide them in and out, her thumb rubbing at her clit as she did so. She bent forward and licked the length of Lucas's cock, causing him to groan. He opened his eyes and looked down at her.

  "Did you like that?" She asked him huskily, before playfully swirling her tongue around the tip of his engorged cock.

  "Oh yeah." He grinned. "Now how about sucking it?"

  "You want me to put your cock in my mouth?" She teased, continuing to lap her tongue at the crown of his shaft. He thrust upward, trying to push his cock inside, but she moved with his thrusting hips, keeping the confines of her mouth tantalisingly out of reach.

  "Stop teasing me, you dirty bitch." He groaned. "You carry on like that and I'll spray my come all over your pretty face.” He craned his head forward, his eyes meeting hers. “Maybe that's what you like? You certainly seemed to enjoy it last night." She had to admit that the thought of his cock erupting all over her face made her bite her lower lip to stifle a moan of pleasure at the very thought. Her reaction did not go unnoticed. "You would wouldn't you, you filthy whore!" He exclaimed incredulously. She felt her face flush, but it was true. Maybe she truly was a 'filthy whore'. She had certainly acted like one these last few days and she wouldn't have changed a thing.

  "I am a filthy whore." She told him, slowly stroking his rigid shaft. "I want you to watch me suck your cock and when you're ready to come, I want you to spurt all over my face." His cock twitched and another bead of pre-come squeezed from the slit at the tip of his rock hard cock. She flicked her tongue out and collected it, before hungrily devouring his shaft, taking him deeply into her mouth, enjoying the warmth of it against her lips and tongue. He cried out as she began to bob her head up and down in his lap. Her fingers were feverishly working away between her legs and she wished she could swing around and press her wet pussy lips against Lucas's mouth as she had the night before. He was in no fit state for that position, so her fingers would have to suffice. As she felt an imminent climax approaching, she moaned around Lucas's shaft and stopped stroking his shaft as her orgasm radiated out from her pussy, washing over her. She pulled back, Lucas's cock escaping her mouth as she threw her head back, letting out a cry of pure ecstasy. She pulled her fingers from her drenched hole. Lucas sat up and reached out for her hand, guiding her fingers, glistening with her juices, to his mouth. He took each into his mouth in turn and licked her juices from them. She smiled up at him before leaning forward and taking his cock back into her mouth. Her own needs sated for the moment, she returned her other hand to his taut scrotum, gently kneading and stroking his balls as she resumed sucking and stroking his shaft. Lucas's hands reached for her, his fingers sliding through her long red hair before resting on the back of her head, guiding her pace.

  "Use just your mouth." He hissed and she could tell he was talking through clenched teeth. If her lips hadn't been stretched around his rigid shaft, she would have smiled. He was close. She released his shaft from her hand and steadied herself on the edge of the bed as she increased her speed with her mouth, her head bobbing faster and faster in his lap. She continued to stroke his balls with her other hand, now using just her fingernails to gently scrape the underside of his tightened sa
ck. He let out a gasp and threw his head back. She knew he must be on the brink. She couldn't wait to feel him erupt, to feel him splash his come all over her.