Nora wanted to check out Nordhagen beach, to see if she could get a settlement going there and start on getting some salt extraction. Salt was a vital resource in itself, used in cooking, and necessary for a well-functioning system. There was a whole ocean of saltwater sitting less than a mile away, but she needed a settlement so she could build the extractors. With the red workbenches and the QESS systems she could build anything. Without them she was extremely limited in what she could do.

 

But Zeller was said to have a number of Caravan workers, and he was also said to be a very cruel man. So those people were suffering, under threat of execution. That decided Nora. She needed to get in there and free those people, then get them back to Bunker Hill. Everything else could wait.

 

She had two ways to get there. Over the bridge across the inlet to East Boston from Chelsea. She didn’t like the look of that bridge, open in the middle and spanned by a tilted up wrecked car. The other was the long way around, by Revere Beach, which should be safe enough now, then overland to Easy City Downs, the old horse racing track, and over to the East Boston Preparatory School.

 

Connie thought that Easy City Downs was a Raider operation, as well as a base for some people she had yet to run into. The Triggermen, said to be mostly ghouls who patterned themselves after old style gangsters. Submachine guns and patched suits, they didn’t sound like much of a challenge, though their weapons were modern enough, though lacking range.

 

“Easy City Downs is my vote,” said Barb, looking at the Pip-Boy map. “We take out another stronghold and get a lot of loot. Then over to the Prep School and free the captives.”

 

“It might be easier to avoid the Downs,” said Heather, sighing. “But I have to agree that it needs to be taken out if we want to make this area safer.”

 

“Okay. Then Easy City Down it is.”

 

Revere Beach proved to be deserted. At least so it seemed. And surviving Raiders must have thought the power armor suit and the two women in high tech armor were their worst nightmare and refused to make an appearance. They did run into some especially suicidal Raiders further on. Nora wondered at their intelligence in taking on someone in power armor. It made them easy targets and the team reduced the Raider population in the area by dribs and drabs.

 

They stopped and went to ground five hundred meters from the downs. Something was going on there, with an announcer talking up the races. Nora couldn’t imagine that they had horses. She had seen none of the beasts since wandering the Commonwealth. It seemed that the fragile animals were extremely averse to pollution and radiation, and none survived in this region. Nora zoomed in on the action, and was surprised to see what was racing around the track.

 

“Fucking robots,” she told her companions. “Mostly Handies, but some Assaultrons, running around the track.”

 

“Think of all those parts,” said Barb, almost salivating.

 

“We don’t know who is in there, so watch your fire and let me lead,” she told her people.

 

Nora led with a forty millimeter into an obvious group of Raiders, killing a half dozen of them. Fire started coming in from all angles, and Nora started to scan them in VATS, selecting the enemies and ignoring the bystanders. Her HUD highlighted the opposition, enemies in red, pointed out by theirr weapons use, neutrals, identified by their lack of resistence in green. She took down every red image she could find, then moved further into the downs.

 

“Go ahead and take down the robots,” she told her people over the radio. A few of the bots had fired on her, and she considered them all hostile.

 

It was a tough fight, especially since there were noncombatants here to watch and bet on the races. Most were Raiders though, and if there was some collateral damage, most of the bystanders made it through alive. They found a robot shop with many machines that weren’t working but had good parts, and whole bins of spares. They raided food supplies and wandered on, Nora letting Wilson run his new program of gathering up salvage himself. Filled, he faded from view and hurried back to County Crossing to unload.

 

Nora walked into one large building and stopped in her tracks in shock. There were eleven totally naked women in the building, all looking at her with fear filled eyes. One was suspended from a cross, a living advertisement for the sex slaves they were. Several were strapped into torture machines that acted to hold them in the position, while more were strapped to beds. A Raider with earbuds in his ears was thrusting away at a slave. His body jerked and he came in the woman, then pulled out and turned to see the power armor and a rifle pointed at his head. Nora pulled the trigger and sent the rapist into his afterlife, then climb out of her armor so the woman could see that she was also female.

 

“Help us,” cried one of the women. “The Raiders were using us to make caps, or to use us to slake their own lusts.”

 

“I’ll get you out of here. Don’t worry. Let me get the chains off.”

 

“You need to get these collars from around our necks,” said a dirty haired blond. “If we wander too far from this area they blow our heads off.”

 

That chilled Nora to the bone, while driving her to a rage at the same time. It was bad enough that these women were being kept in enslaved prostitution. But they were constantly threated with death, the collars their capital sentence should they choose to run. Nora looked them over, trying to give them reassuring smiles and mostly failing. Every single one had the marks of abuse on their faces and bodies. Bruises, cuts, even some cigarette burns. All had dried semen on them, while some had fresh deposits leaking from their vaginas and anal openings.

 

“I’ll get them off and get you to safety. I..”

 

“We got triggermen maneuvering to attack us,” said Barb over the radio.

 

“I’ve got to go take care of some Triggermen,” said Nora, quickly holding up a hand when the women all started to protest. “I’ll be back for you. You,” she said, pointing to what seemed to be the most together woman. “See if you can find a key and get these chains off these other women. You are all free now, and free people do not wear chains.”

 

Nora quickly got into the suit and ran out to battle the triggermen. There were about as dozen of them, wearing worn versions of fancy suits that gave no protection. Their submachineguns had no penetrating power, and Nora took them down one after the other.

 

“Heather, Barb. I need you in here.”

 

“But the loot?”

 

“Can wait, Barb.”

 

“What the hell,” blurted Heather as she walked into the room, seeing all the slaves. The one Nora had left in charge had removed the chains from all but two, and she was working on one of those.

 

“They were holding slaves,” said Barb, her wide eyes taking in all of the captives. “Not unusual for Raiders. But..”

 

“This was a forced whorehouse,” said Nora, tears coming to her eyes. While she loved sex, and loved it when others got their fill, she could not countenance rape. And these women had probably been raped all through the day, every day they had been here. “See if you can find something to get those collars off,” she told her friends.

 

“The Boss, Big Lordis, had the keys to these things, the bitch,” said the woman that Nora had left in charge.

 

“What’s she look like?”

 

“She’s wearing a bomber jacket with a death’s head symbol on the left breast,” said the woman.

 

“Go find her and get the key,” she told her two friends. “Now, who are you? And where are you from?”

 

Nora found out that two of the women were from Nordhagen Beach, while the others had been wanderesr. The Raiders had killed their men if they had any, as well as any children they had with them.

T

he dirty haired blond from Nordhagen was also named Nora, and the Sole Survivor told the woman with a smile that they shared a name. A latino lady named Sonja was also from Nordhagen. The others had been wanderers before the Raiders had taken them.

 

“Okay. We have some decisions to make. I’m not about to go off and leave you to wander the wastes without protection. I’m with the Minutemen, and no matter what you’ve heard of us, we’re rebuilding. I have eleven settlements to date, most on the other side of Cambridge, but one up at County Crossing.”

 

She looked over at the other Nora. “Would your settlement be interested in joining with us. If so, I can promise you better crops, housing, and defenses. As well as purified water and hot showers.”

 

“And how are you going to deliver all of that way out here?” asked Nora, looking doubtful. “Are you going to march a hundred men and pack brahman full of supplies?”

 

“Well, you’re going to have to see it to believe it. But it will happen.”

 

“Believe her,” said Heather, coming into the room with a ring of keys. “This was the eighth or ninth major Raider gang we’ve taken down with Nora in charge. And I’ve seen her build most of the Settlements.”

 

“You’re that herbalist lady who advertises on the radio,” said one of the women.

 

“The same.”

 

“I think we can trust them, girls.”

 

“Okay. You can set up at Nordhagen.”

 

“Great,” said Nora, looking over the hopeful faces. Like most people in the Wasteland they were a resilient bunch. They could take what would break someone from Nora’s time and bounce back in a truly short period of time. “So, what about the rest of you. You can go and strengthen Nordhagen Beach. Or I can escort you to County Crossing in a couple of days. Or you can go back to wandering the Wasteland. Your choice.”

 

There were no takers on the last choice, everyone agreeing that they would look over Nordhagen and decide on it or County Crossing. Heather got the collars off and stacked in a pile, while Barb powered down the transmitter that set the limit.

 

“Does Wilson still have room?”

 

“He’s almost full. But you can probably cram some more in.”

 

“Then find some clothes for these ladies. I don’t want them walking to Nordhagen naked.”

 

The Wilson robot faded into existence in the room, opening the hatch to his commodious hopper.

 

“What in the hell is that?” asked one of the younger women, a girl barely out of puberty.

 

“This is my stealth relay bot. He hauls salvage back to one of my workshops, invisible to the world. I have another four slightly smaller bots accompanying me, also in stealth, but they can’t wander too far.”

 

“Damn, I almost feel sorry for the Raiders. Going up against people like you. Almost.”

 

Some of the others laughed, while a few looked like it would be some time before they could. Barb and Heather brought in armfuls of clothes they had found in the Raider quarters, letting the ladies choose what they want to wear. They also brought in a lockpicking magazine, Tumblers Today. Nora read it and felt that she was just a bit better at picking locks.

 

“Okay. We’re going to take you over to Nordhagen. Myself and Heather will lead, while Barb and the dogs take the rear. Stay alert and let us handle the fighting if there is any. Hopefully not, and in less than a half an hour you will be in a safe location.”

 

The trip to Nordhagen was uneventful. The farmer there, one Suzie, was overjoyed to see her partner, as was thirteen-year-old Gary, Nora’s son.

 

“We were expecting Big Lordis’ men to come and grab some more food,” said Suzie after being introduced to Nora. “Frankly, this one would have killed us. We’re near to starving already.”

 

“Then here,” said Nora as one of her cargo bots materialized nearby. She grabbed twenty-four of the workshop rations being produced at the other settlements and handed them out. “That will at least pull you back from the edge.”

 

“Amazing,” said Suzie.

 

“And I promised them they could set up her and fortify our farm. I’m anxious to see what they can do.”

 

So Nora showed them what she and her robots could do. It was well practiced by now, and less than thirty minutes after arrival two Constructrons and three Handies were at work. The Core Services Building went up first, and the settlement had power and purified water. The house started going up next, while an industrial center started on the waterfront.

 

That night the group of fourteen people plus the party sat around a fire while the robots toiled away, the humans eating a hearty meal of meat and vegetable stew, washed down with beer. They had brand new patio chairs to sit in, and a couple of streetlights gave them enough to see by.

 

“The showers are ready,” Nora announced at ten. "They’re cold, but give it another hour and you’ll have them nice and hot. If you can’t wait, jump on in. I know I’m going to wait on hot water.

 

Five chose cold, the rest waited for hot. Nora and friends waited until four laser turrets were set up on a scaffolding tower and powered up before they turned in. Nora really didn’t feel like sex, though from the sounds from the other rooms many of the ladies decided to make love to someone they wanted.

 

Most females, and quite a few males in the Wasteland, were bisexual. Complete homosexuality and straight heterosexuality were both rare. Men preferred women, and women men, but they often didn’t have their preferred partner around, so it was any port in a storm. Women took to it more naturally than men, and many continued having sex with females even when they had a man in their lives.

 

Nora woke screaming from a nightmare, to feel her friends working to give her the pleasure she needed to get by it. Their room was invaded by many of the other women, anxious to know what was causing someone to scream.

 

“She’s killed a lot of people this last week,” said Heather, looking up from where she had been licking Nora’s genitals. “She’s really good at it, but it doesn’t sit well with her subconscious. Not to worry. We’ll pleasure her for awhile and she’ll fade into a deep sleep.”

 

Nora apologized to the group of women the next day for her outburst. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve sacrificed much to make the world a better place.”

 

“Well, we’re going to East Boston Prep to take down Judge Zeller today. I’ll be back this evening, possibly with some captured caravan people. I ask that you put them up for one night, then I’ll escort them and those who have chosen to go to County Crossing. From there I’ll escort the Caravanners back to Bunker Hill. And I’ll try to set up regular traders to come her in the future.”

 

“You think of everything,” said Suzie.

 

“Well, not everything. So if you have any ideas about how I can improve things, let me know. We’re not a dictatorship in our Alliance. Everyone has a voice, and most times majority rules.”

 

“Most times?” asked Suzie, raising an eyebrow.

 

“Security is my bailiwick,” said Nora. “And I will not compromise there, not matter what anyone else might say.”

 

The walk to the Prep School was uneventful. They stood in front of the mostly intact building looking at the gruesome decorations the Raiders had erected to mark their territory.

 

“This is a stealth insertion, so I’m going to leave the power armor out here.”

 

“We’ve got you covered,” said Barb, Heather nodding her agreement and making sure her laser was topped off with fusion cells.”

 

I know you do, thought Nora as she slowly opened the door and slid inside. She heard people talking and laughing, the raucous conversation she expected of Raiders. They were coming from upstairs, and she climbed the partially ruined steps to clear them out. It was very dark on the next floor, and she could see the red images of a couple of Raiders on the side of a large pile of garbage, whispering as they tried to set an ambush. She crept forward, coming up behind a Raider and slamming her razor-sharp combat knife through the brainstem of the man, killing him instantly. The shock woman froze, and Nora slashed the blade across her throat and left her to bleed out on the floor. The hallway leaving this section on the same level was blocked with a high piled barrier of desks and other furniture, and she could see the red images of people beyond through the few gaps.

 

“What do you have down there?” she asked over the radio.

 

“A barrier of furniture ahead,” said Barb. “I can see that the floor above has collapsed, and there are people beyond the barrier.”

 

“Okay. Get set and ready to sweep them when they come at you. I’m going to send some grenades over the top of the barrier up here and stir them up.”

 

It was the way she preferred to fight in buildings. Letting the enemy attack her set positions, instead of probing into unknown territories sure to be mined or booby trapped. She sent a grenade over the barrier to explode on the other side to the screams of Raiders. With a couple of quick motions she had the launcher reloaded and sent another round over. Heather and Barb opened fire, and there was more yelling down there, so Nora ran down the stairs and came up even with Barb, who was delivering automatic fire on the Raiders shooting over the barrier. Nora sent a forty millimeter their way then shifted the launcher over onto her back so she could use her rifle.

 

Heather was involved in a hell of a firefight, her against a half dozen Raiders. Nora shifted the balance of power with her rifle, then pulled the GL back down to send a round into the next room. The grenade exploded, along with a couple of mines, and the incoming fire ceased.

 

“Watch out for mines,” she told her people over the com. “They’ve probably got them liberally seeded.”

 

Nora stopped for a moment to search a Raider, finding a letter marked contract, that swore these people to the service of Zeller in life and death. So, they were a bunch of crazy cultists, which made them even more deadly than the normal Raider. And needing to be taken out before they could grow larger. Nora cat footed it into the other room, finding a number of bodies, some of them killed by their own mines. Another started to activate, and Nora backpeddled out of the room before it could explode.

 

She motioned Dogmeat forward, Dewey right behind. Dogmeat was excellent at sniffing out mines, pointing to them like a bird dog when he found them. Dogmeat found a couple of mines, and Nora shot down a Raider that was aiming in on her dog. She worked her way around the room and came out behind the barrier, to see a number of bodies. Something fired at her from above, missing in the obscuring smoke, and Nora sent a burst his way, silencing him.

 

“I think we’re going to face some stiff resistance up these stairs,” she whispered to her people over the radio. She waved Dewey up the steps, motioning for Dogmeat to stay back. She was fond of both dogs, but realistically Dewey was a robot, who could be repaired if put out of action, while death for Dogmeat was permanent. She had thought of leaving Dogmeat behind, but his nose was better than Dewey's, and he was much superior at finding mines.

 

Nora readied her GL on a premonition. As Dewey reached the first landing up, a Raider came out on the next landing and took a shot at the dog. Nora pulled the trigger on the GL and sent a swarm of razor sharp flechettes into the body of the woman, shredding it. She pulled a grenade from her web gear, armed it, and tossed it on a curve that landed it through the doorway. A Raider screamed in panic and the hand thrown bomb went off, silencing the scream.

 

“Dammit, kill them,” yelled a loud voice. “And someone get in there and shoot the prisoners.”

 

“Will do, Judge,” called back a voice down the hall.

 

Shit. Nora ran up the steps, came through the doorway and fired a long burst that took down everyone in the hall. She gunned down a man down the hall who was disappearing into a door, then ran flat out, pulling her pistol and dropping the rifle to hand on its straps.  A man in the next room fire a shotgun at her, wasting the pellets on her armor, while she ran forward and shot him with three .45 rounds, sending him into the wall to slide to the floor in death.

 

“Help us,” called out a woman’s voice, followed by the shouts of some men.

 

Nora found the caravan workers, seven of them, in four cells. She ran back and searched Zeller’s body, coming up with a ring of keys. One turned in the lock and the people were free.

 

“Kessler sent me,” she told the people, five men and two women, who were trying to talk over each other. “Zeller’s dead and you’re safe. Any more of you?”

 

“I think this is it,” said one of the men. “Zeller was torturing us, trying to get us to join his cult. I think some of those he took away are dead, the rest joined.”

 

“Then they’re dead. Sorry, but if they fought back they went down.”

 

Barb and Heather came up, lifting their glasses and looking over the prisoners.

 

“So what? Did Kessler send the most beautiful women she could find? If you were our captors I think I would stay a prisoner.”

 

“When are you going to send us back to Bunker Hill?” asked one of the women.

 

“We’re going to take you to Nordhagen Beach for the night,” Nora told them, holding up a hand to silence their protests. “We have showers and meals for you this night. And we will escort you back to Bunker Hill tomorrow. I still have business at the settlement, after all.”

 

Nora looted the building with the help of the prisoners she had rescued, sitting down to read some terminals, and reading the story of Judge Zeller. It was a horrific tale of a madman who tortured people into joining his cult, finding their greatest weakness and using it against them. These people she had saved would have eventually submitted, and Zeller’s army would grow, until he was a major power in this region, threatening everything she was building.

 

The walk back to Nordhagen was uneventful, until they got within sight of the settlement. The caravanners started talking and gesturing, pointing at the new construction. Nora smiled as she stopped for a moment and looked it over herself.

 

The now three-story housing complex was finished, at least structurally. There were bedrooms on the second floor and a dorm on the top. The Core Services Building was as before, concrete block walls protecting the vital installations inside. And the industrial building rose two stories, actually three extended floors, into the air. Multiple turrets sat on the roof of the buildings. Three saltwater extractors sat in the inlet, smoke rising as they processed out the salt. A trio of oil wells were aligned on the other side of the industrial building, along with a pair of resource extractors. There was still work to be done. She was considering automated planters, though if the farmers wanted to work in the fields she would let them. It was their settlement after all.

 

“How did all of this get here?” asked Ricky, the caravan guard spokesman for the group.

 

“We built it,” said Nora, a satisfied smile on her face. “We’ll spend the night here, then escort some of the women who want to work County Crossing there in the morning. I should have you back at Bunker Hill by early afternoon.”

 

“Good enough,” said Ricky.

 

“And if we want to be part of this?” asked Steve, another of the guards.

 

“Ask the people here if you can be part of their settlement. If they say yes, you’re in.”

 

“You seriously thinking of getting out of the caravans?” asked Beverly, one of the two women.

 

“Hell yes. I’m tried of walking all over the Commonwealth. Bad food, bad sleeping arrangements, constant danger, while the trader makes all the profit. Give me a place with food, water, beds and showers any day.”

 

“You’ll have to work,” cautioned Nora. “Learn a trade.”

 

“No problem.”

“Then let’s go meet the settlers,” said Nora, leading them in. “And be careful of how you speak to the ladies. Most of them were Raider sex slaves yesterday, and they might not react well to being hit on.”

 

“And you and your ladies?”

 

“What my friends want to do is up to them.” Nora thought about it a moment. She hadn’t had any dick in four days, and the thought of getting fucked by a man appealed to her. “I’ll take a couple of you on, once you clean the stink of that Raider place off of you.”

 

*     *     *

 

“Come in, boys,” said Nora, inviting Ricky and Billy into her quarters in the Core Services Building. “See anything you like?”

 

Nora had greeted them at the door sans any clothing. She didn’t feel like playing games. She had already told the men what she wanted to do, and they were up for it, so she wanted to get right to it.

 

Barb and Heather had also been responsive to the suggestion of giving the men some restorative sex. One of the men had paired up with the woman who was going to remain a caravan guard, which left her two friends with one man each. They had been hungry for some dick as well, and anxiously awaited their cock for the night in the rooms they had taken in the industrial building.

 

“My God, but you are beautiful,” said Billy, taking her in his arms and kissing her throat.

 

Nora sighed, then looked at Ricky. “And what do you think, kind sir?”

 

“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen, and I still can’t believe I’m about to fuck you.”

 

“Well, come over here to sit on the bed and I’ll get you ready.”

 

Nora stroked the cocks, watching as they grew. Ricky was just above average, Billy sporting a thick eight incher. She started licking them, at first alternating, then kissing and licking both cockheads at the same time. The men didn’t seem to mind their equipment touching that of the other, and Nora was sure they were both bi. That didn’t bother her at all, and if they started working each other over she would urge them on.

 

“Okay. It looks like you are both ready. So what do you want to do? To let you know, anal is not my favorite, though any type of vaginal or oral is right up my alley.”

 

“Double vaginal,” said Billy with a smile at his buddy.

 

“Why not. If the lady is agreeable.”

 

“I’ve never tried that before,” said a excited Nora, aware that her glands were pouring out the pheromones. “Why not. Go slow and let me adjust, and stop if I seem to be in too much pain.”

 

Nora didn’t think she would be in pain. She had taken cocks that had a greater circumference than those of both men combined. It would still be different, but that was the point. She wanted to experience all the different she could while she was still walking this world.

 

Billy lay on his back. Nora licked his dick for a moment, then mounted him facing away, her body shaking as he slid home and she thought about what they were about to do. She had seen it done on porno tapes, and once in a live show. And the thought that she was going to take two in her pussy was a rush. She took Ricky’s dick in her mouth and firmed it up as Billy thrust into her pussy in a slow steady rhythm.

 

“How is she?” asked Ricky, groaning from her oral.

 

“So tight hot and wet. I’ve never felt a pussy like this.”

 

“I get that a lot,” said Nora with a laugh.

 

“I’m betting you do. I’d pay for this pussy.”

 

“And I might charge you back at Bunker Hill,” she said, sighing from the stimulation she was receiving. “But tonight it’s all about the pleasure. So, Ricky. You ready to stick it in me?”

 

Ricky nodded and moved into place, sticking the head of his cock at her entrance as Billy stopped moving. He pushed in, a tight fit, but the lubrication Nora’s excellent pussy was providing let it slip in. Both men were now all the way in, seated, the hot wet sleeve around them, their own dicks touching within the woman, driving them wild.

Ricky started thrusting first, Billy soon joining in. At first they out of synch, but very soon they had a rhythm going, one going in while the other was pulling out, their cocks rubbing against each other with her pussy providing the lubrication. Ricky was rubbing her clit with his pubic mound, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

 

“You’re working my clit so good, Ricky. I’m going to cum, soon.”

 

“What about me?” asked Billy, obviously not wanting to be left out.

 

“You dick is sending the most delicious shivers up my spine, lover. Keep it up.”

 

The men were soon dripping sweat and grunting their pleasure as they continued to fuck Nora in Rhythm. She felt coming on, and hoped the boys would weather it, because she wanted more than one orgasm out of this. Then it hit, her pussy muscles clenched as her back arched and she was one pleasure cell from the tip of her toes to the top of her scalp.

 

“My God, Nora. I’ve never felt such a powerful orgasm in a woman.”

 

Nora panted some breaths before she could speak, then got it under control. “Keep fucking me like this and the next will be better.”

 

“That’s a challenge, Billy. We need to keep going until Nora Cums again.”

 

“I’ll try,” said Billy. “But that last one was almost too much. I’ve never felt a pussy like this. Jesus, Nora. What the hell kind of exercises do you do?”

 

Nora didn’t answer, just letting herself melt into the sex. She had never experienced anything like this. And as wonderful as the physical sensations were, the mental were even more powerful. The thoughts, the experience, of two men inside her pussy at the same time. She thought if their dicks were larger it would have been painful. But they were perfect. Simply wonderful.

 

“I’m not going to hold on much longer,” said Billy, his cock swelling within her.

 

Nora was right on the edge, and pushed herself over before Billy came and stopped the double. Her pussy clenched again, more powerful than before. As she was still rising she felt Billy’s cock begin to rhythmically spurt deep into her pussy. He was still as he came, but Ricky increased his pace and kept slamming it into Nora.

 

Billy’s dick softened and slid out, and Nora sighed as she felt the semen flow out of her and down her crack. And Ricky kept slamming into her, until the orgasm she was coming down from shot back into another rise and her body shook. That was all that Ricky could take, and he shot spurt after spurt into the welcoming sleeve. With a final grunt he fell to the side and off. In a moment he was up, lapping at Nora’s pussy, sucking his and his buddies cum out and swallowing it down.

 

“That was amazing.”

 

“You want to do it again,” said Ricky, looking up from her groin with a mixture of pussy juice and semen on his face.

 

“Maybe another night, but not now. It’s just too intense. I would like to take you both in a spit roast though, if that’s okay. And come up here so I can clean your face off.”

 

“One second,” said Ricky, sucking Billy’s cock into his mouth and cleaning it off.

 

“And that is so hot. I haven’t been with bi men in quite a while, and it is so hot.”

 

She licked and kissed Ricky’s face clean, then started to suck his dick. Billy got between her legs and licked her to an orgasm, then shifted to slide his cock back into the fantastic pussy that had just sucked the cum out of him. Soon he was thrusting away, while Ricky started thrusting into her mouth, finally going into her throat.

 

Nora had two more intense orgasms, then sucked down the load from Ricky’s cock. Billy shot his load into her, then moved so he could suck his semen out of her, while Ricky moved into position to clean his friend’s cock.

 

“I guess we need to go,” said Ricky when everyone was as clean as they could get without a shower.

 

“Please stay. Sleep with me. Hold me.”

 

“And here I thought you were the iron bitch,” said a laughing Billy.

 

“Most times I am,” said Nora, her eyes tearing up. “The deadliest motherfucker you’ve ever seen. But I’m still a woman, and need someone to hold me. So you two cuddle up with me and guard me through my sleep.”