April 2011 Doings and Onward - 2

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As pointed out in the introduction, a little of everything is in this story. For those who are into these, regular sex, odd sex, female masturbation, lesbian sex (later) and just a sprinkling of "gayish" activity will be encountered. Along with all that, a strange new world brought on by natural cataclysms will be experienced. Principle in the story will be a big, muscle woman dominatrix that "adopts" the struggling slender fellows so far introduced.

Below starts out with a description of a couple of slender, fit guys... Yes, I know, 'oh no!', but I must "paint" the background situation. In a bit, a six-feet-one tall, 180-pound horny amazon gal is encountered. It is necessary to establish the reason why she immediately takes a liking to them.

She will quickly establish herself as a dominatrix, a gentle one, but a sex-demanding one. So, here we go...

"Whew! that was a climb!" huffed Alex as, ever so slowly and gradually, they crested a lengthy ascent that became fairly steep, requiring a good tug at their harnesses.
"And, we're not gettin' no break, neither. It's just leveling out. No down-hill.", Alex added.
"Yeah" huffed Forest, the one in the green brief bikini, "Well, we're getting higher, is what it is. We're getting into mountains and high-ground. Way up ahead looks like another ascent."
"Yeah, I see that" huffed Alex.

As they continued to pull, now much easier thanks to having completed the ascent, they caught their breath and continued to enjoy the day and the sights.

The two were a picture of fitness. Not big apes by any means, generally both men were six-feet even and maybe 150 pounds. Muscles flexed fluidly in their slender but supple legs. Their tummies were wash-board-like, extremely slender, and flat with plainly visible abs. Their arms, though not huge, were slender and equipped with well honed muscle. And of course, they had golden-brown tans. Other than their brief bikinis, the only other clothing they wore were athletic shoes without socks.

"Look at that", Forest spoke up.
"Yes" Alex acknowledged, "They're on a picnic or something..."

On the right side shoulder of the road, way ahead, were three people and three bicycles. They were sitting on the ground, in the grass, apparently picnicking, and taking in a beautiful vista that was available, also to the right. Their backs were to the road. One thing that could be gleaned from the vista, is that indeed, they were beginning to get up there a bit, in altitude.

They crept slowly towards them, chugging along at two miles per hour. Other than the rhythmic slight scuffing sound of athletic shoes on pavement, they made little noise as they approached. The people in the grass did not notice them at first.

"Whoa! Look at that..." Alex pointed out.
"Yeah, goodness..." replied Forest.

A tall, fit and firm lady stood up to stretch and continued gazing out at the vista. Standing spread-legged, immediately obvious was her firm, well muscled legs. And plenty of them were visible as well, since she wore a cut-off (or, ripped off, it looked like) blue-jean-material shorts that were so short, it was almost a bikini. Part of her butt was visible. Top that with, said shorts were way low on her hips, exposing the top of her butt as well, and muscle-laced hips. There was maybe all of five or six inches from top of those shorts to where they were ripped off. The tank-top she wore was well worn and came only halfway down her back. There was a good 14 or 15 inches of an expanse of tan skin from bottom of her top to the way low position her shorts rode. Deep reddish brown hair was arranged into two pert pigtails, and she was topped with a baseball cap. Her arms were sturdy looking. Muscles showed clearly. Some well defined, sizable humps in her arms, her biceps, poked up when she raised her arms in a stretch.

She was alert too. Both guys were looking fairly intently when suddenly, she whirled around, pigtails a-flying with her head, and caught sight of the two fellows and their rig. She smiled big and wasted no time in jogging off the grassy shoulder, across the emergency lane and onto the right lane where they were pulling away. Her long muscular legs gave her the ability to bound and take wide strides effortlessly. At the point the two men and their Toyota and trailer in tow were passing where the other two, apparently her parents, sat, she was already in front of them, walking backwards, and doing a good deal of staring and "body-scanning" herself. Big blue eyes darted up and down over both men. She smiled big at them with wide, sparkling blue eyes. Finally, with some sort of southern accent, she asked in a sweet-sounding, innocent sounding way, "Whachyall doin'?".

[An attempt to spell out the way she said "what are you all doing?".]

Alex stuttered and then stopped speaking, as maybe he thought Forest was going to answer, but it was merely a grunt due to having to clear his throat, brought on probably by nervousness. Alex then answered, "We are, um... going to West Virginia".
"West Virginy?" she repeated, seemingly amazed.
"Yeah" Alex confirmed with a slightly nervous laugh.
"Ain't that gonna take a while, at this pace?"
"Yes" Alex replied simply, "Yes, indeed. It's a multi-week project. I am moving, basically. Otherwise, I would be using a velomobile for this, or at least, a bicycle."
"Wow!" she replied with considerable wonderment, "You guys is strong!"
"Oh, not that strong" Alex replied, "It's easier than you think. On this level road, with the tires all pumped up stone-hard and, even, I got a mechanic to align the front end to optimize this car for going very slow!", Alex concluded with a giggle. He concluded, "So, it's not that hard, especially between the two of us. Just a... ummm... heathy tug, that's all."
"Oh!" the gal sang out sweetly, then asked, "Why ain't ya drivin' it?"
"No fuel..." Forest began.
"Or, at least, precious little" Alex added.
"Yes" Forest continued, "We bought three quarts of a gasoline-alcohol mixture in Georgia, from the community we started from. We use it only for tough things, like, parking on the grassy shoulder when we break; you know, we can't pull this through grass. Also, we are anticipating tougher hills as we get into Virginia and then West Virginia. We may have to call upon the engine to help us with the tougher hills."
"Yeah" Alex agreed and added, "West Virginia has got some doozies!"
"Oh!" came that sweet sounding response again from her, when then she asked, "So, y'all pull most of the time, but start the engine only for the tough spots. Huh! Ah see..."

"Ah" is intended to be "I", but pronounced with the I-sound held out as a monophthong, rather than a diphthong. In like manner, "Mah" is "my". Also, "fo" is "for", sometimes, and "yo" is "you", also only sometimes. Finally, the contraction "y'all" for "you all" perhaps does not need explaining. Her speech is "colorful", so to speak, and I am merely trying to get it across here.

"You wouldn't know where we could buy some fuel, would you?" Forest asked, "Any amount will do!"
"Hmm" she chirped, "Mah dad's got some alcohol he can sell ya".
"We don't drink" Forest informed, "Alcoholic drink, that is"

She giggled sweetly then replied, "No, sillies, not fo you! Fo yo car!"
"Oh! Oh, yes, sorry! I see!" Forest stuttered out.
Laughing, Alex said, "He's been out in the sun too long! His mind is not at, shall we say, 100 percent!"
"It's not the sun, man!" Forest insisted, "Look at her! My goodness! That's the most gorgeous hunk of lady I've ever seen!"
"Yes" agreed Alex, and then stated to the gal who was still walking backwards in front of them, "I most certainly concur. You are quite amazingly... put together, may I say!"
"Why, thank you, fellas" she sang happily, certainly glad to hear that, then she added, quite boldly actually, "But Ah coulda told ya, y'all probably thought that-a-way, cause, some pretty good humps are a-formin' in them little bitty panties of yours!"

Indeed, the two gents were "suffering" from the beginnings of an erection, which did not take much to show through the thin material of their bikinis. The gal, still walking backwards in front of them, slowed her pace a bit to let them draw closer. She appeared to be peeking intently down their bikinis.

She commented, with an impish smile and an impish tone, "Ah can already see 'em in there. And it ain't gonna be long before they come a-bustin' outa there!"

She walked backwards at a quicker pace to get a bit of distance so that the men could see her whole body. As if purposely trying to torture them, she wiggled hips and stuck her thumbs into her brief shorts and tugged a bit, as if about to slip them off.

"Wow! Look at that!" she commented, as impish as ever, "Them there's really gettin' big, now! Mah goodness!"
"Come on, man!" Alex begged, "This is torture!"
"Yeah" agreed Forest in a quivering voice.

The big gal whirled around and laughed loudly, her pert pigtails whipping around with her.
"Betcha would like to put them up here, wouldn't ya?" the naughty lady asked, while boldly unzipping her tiny shorts.

"OOhhh!" Forest groaned.
"Oooo, goodness!" Alex breathed, trying to stay composed.

"And Ah'd like to let ya!" she boldly stated, as she assumed a partial muscle pose with nicely formed arms up and balling up biceps. Her pose showed off attractive, solidly built arms, a sexy axilla, and a flat, hard tummy, bristling with abs.

Well, that did it. Both guy's genitals escaped their crowded confinement and waved in the air, straight up.
"Whooo!" the lady uttered, "That'd feel good in me 'bout now!"

Then, just like that, as if part of her exquisite torture, she changed the subject and said, "I'll tell mah dad you wants to buy some alcohol. Ah think he'll sell ya a quart or two. He's got only five quarts and we need to keep some fo the generator."

The energetic lady zipped up her shorts, quit the position in front of them and turned to go, saying, "Ah'll be right back!"

Long, supple legs of rippling muscle sent her flying at a great rate of speed back to where her parents were sitting, who were by this time a good piece back. Apparently, that much ground had already been covered.

"Man! Look at her go!" commented Forest in awe.
"Well, did you get a load of those legs on her?" Alex commented, "Those were some serious gams! I'll bet she can move along with those!"

Forest, being on the right side, had the better view of events behind them. Alex strained his harness right-ways, shifting his harness to let him walk backwards even, to see back there.

In the distance, they could see the gal talking to her parents, and then she came charging back.
Running like a deer upon the wind, in no time at all, long strong legs with huge strides had her back in front of them in seconds.
Panting, she got out, "He said he'll sell ya a quart fer 18 dollahs! But if'n you do some farm work fer 'im, he'll sell ya three quarts fer 15 dollahs each! How 'bout it? Y'all like to stay with us? If'n you do, I might can see ya ta... go in here..."
The frisky big lady spread her legs a bit as she walked backwards, and rubbed her crotch, indicating most clearly, what she meant. She then added, "But don't say nothin'! Y'all keep mum! You hear?"

The beleaguered guy's genitals had been relaxing, but such a suggestion had them perked straight up, and throbbing. They both agreed, of course, "Yeah!"

After a couple seconds silence, the lady asked, "So, ya gonna work fer 'im?"
"Oh, Oh! Sorry..." Forest laughed nervously. He then asked of Alex, "Well, what do you think?"
"Well, we were going to have to stop in Charlotte a week or so to earn some money anyway. I don't see why we can't stop here."
"But, for how long?" Forest asked.
The lady volunteered, "Not long, just a week. He needs y'all ta help 'im plow and plant. We ain't got gas fer the tractor, not enough to matter any how, and so he needs everybody he can get to plant. We done even got a horse, like some kind of olden days or somethin'. So, one horse and a whole bunch o' folks is needed to plant. The mo, the better!"
She was all smiles, beaming, and showing off her wares, as it were.

Well, they had no choice but to agree.

"Alright, then" Forest spoke up, "Where to?"
"Okay" she began, "Y'all just keep on a-goin' the way you is. There's an intersection up there you gonna get off of. That'll lead to our farm. At yo speed, we got plenty o' time! Ah'll be right back!"

As before, her powerful legs had her flying down the road behind them.
"Good heavens! She can run fast!" commented Forest again.

They were to get a further demonstration of her speed. Apparently, her trip back to the picnic area was to get her bicycle. As Forest, from his better view point observed, there seemed to be some conversation between the lady and her parents. Then the lady appeared to pick up the picnic paraphernalia and pack it into her bicycle's panniers. Then she took off. Within seconds, she zoomed up and sailed by, apparently misjudging her speed. She locked her bicycle's brakes and skidded some distance, completing with a partial turn while skidding. It looked like some kind of stunt... and it might have been.

After jumping off her bicycle, which was a sexy sight itself, she jogged along side it back to facing the guys. She then assumed that backwards walk again.
"Now y'all just follow me!" she ordered.
Alex suggested, "If you want, you can just sort of lay your bicycle on top of all that stuff we have on the car's trunk. Then you don't have to keep holding it."
"Why, thank you!" she sang in a delighted manner.

Having secured the bicycle, she now had time to drill them with questions. We'll listen in too, for just a bit, to help us get oriented, so to speak...

"Alright, you guys" the big lady began, "Ah is diein' to know, just where y'all come from and what in the world is goin' on. Ah saw folks pullin' their car a few times, but only fer a short ways. I saw someone up here pulling his pickup with a horse, once. Seems like you said... Oh, and, mah name's Becky. Anyway, seems like you said somethin' about bein' from Georgia..."
"Well" Alex began, "We did begin this present journey from a community, a newly formed spiritualist community made up of refugees from the coastal loss, near Macon Georgia. I myself am from a place east of Orlando Florida which, of course", Alex laughed nervously, "like, no longer exists. It's where the fish are now."
"Wow! Mah goodness!" Becky commented, fascinated, "How'd ya get outa that one?"
"Well" Alex began, "Thank the Creator I had already began a series of trips, back when there was gasoline, as expensive as it was, to move stuff to West Virginia. I had, a few years back, completed a course for my new career, medical transcription, and finally had money to begin repairs on the house so I could sell it and move. I had already moved a lot of my stuff to West Virginia, and had a buyer for the house. I had received a down payment already. He was some kind of rich guy, and he just wanted a Florida get-away-home. No insurance company was going to touch it; too many hurricanes. The house had already had it's roof repaired twice. And again, thank the Creator that he or she gave me the wisdom to use that down-payment, some fifteen thousand dollars, to buy gold. They were carrying on about that everyone should buy gold on a radio show called Coast To Coast AM. Anyway, I had bought it, and most of it was in a hidden place on my wilderness land in West Virginia. Well anyway, so there I was, packing away, when suddenly, it felt like I was riding a bus going over a bumpy road and making a lot of stops. I've never been through something like that before. The ground; it felt like it was breathing; it was going up and down, strangely rhythmically. It was jolting to and fro, things were falling, and the roof was grunting and grinding. Stumbling, I got out fast! A sat down in my back yard, a good distance away from the house, while the ground itself gave me a ride! Trees were shaking, leaves falling, things were falling down, I heard transformers explode, neighbors were running out, and there was screaming and whooping and hollering. Apparently, that was an out and out earth quake, and a bad one! Later, I heard it hit Richter-scale 10 or 11 or something. So apparently, it was Florida's turn to experience that rash of huge earth quakes that were circling the world. China had already had a Richter scale 14 which totally devastated all coastal cities, and part of China's coast disappeared over night, under the ocean. I thought I was done for."

"Land sakes!" commented Becky, "We had such doin's here too!"

"So, that went on for a full hour. Now, my house was just a low, one-story house of concrete construction, but it still took a hit. Part of the wall on one side fell in, and some of the roof collapsed. I finally felt safe enough to go in a get a radio. I have a lot of them, since I used to be an electronics technician and am still interested. By this time, there was no electricity, like, forget it. Well, some stations were missing. In fact, in the distance, there were these 2000-foot towers that were for WKMG channel six and other television stations; well, I saw them topple. They just came on down!"
"Mah land!" Becky commented.
Alex continued, "So I finally found a station that was on the air, kind of a distant one, and they were besides themselves. They were carrying on, finally joined a network and had breaking news. Well, the worst was to come. People were reporting the surf was way, way off from the beach, like someone had pulled the plug of a drain, and the ocean itself was draining out. Well, I knew what that meant. A long time ago, my Father, who was in the military and trained in Hawaii once, back in the 1940s, said, if you see the surf go way out, exposing beach that normally is not exposed, even at low tide, then you better head for the hills, because a tidal wave is coming. Well, I wasted no time. I knew the highways would clog up if the evacuation was given. I rounded up a final bunch of stuff, crammed it in the trailer and car, this very one here, and took off. Just in time, I completed the East-West expressway and had gotten on the Florida Turnpike, when it began to fill up with cars. The radio had already issued an evacuation notice. Fortunately, the worst of the traffic jams, desperation and, of course, when you're dealing with Americans, the road rage, bullying and killing, was behind me. I got on the Turnpike, then interstate 75, and I was out of there. Apparently, a huge tidal wave did hit. It swept across all of Orlando, killing tens of thousands. By that time, I was nearing interstate 10. Then it got more jammed. The traffic was crawling, people were traveling on the emergency lanes and the grass and using the south-bound lanes to go north. It nearly became total mayhem. All the gotdam shits in their big vehicles were pushing everybody else around, I heard occasional gun-shots, and, OH! It wasn't pretty. Then, in the middle of all this, it began this weird rain. It was brownish, and smelled like the ocean. It was literally spray, from huge waves that, apparently, had made it all the way to Gainesville, and got within a couple of miles of the I-75-I-10 intersection. It rained like that for quite a while, with spells of it being torrential. It muddied up the car and was obviously salt water, from the ocean. Why, I couldn't even find any radio stations from those areas. I could only get distant Georgia ones. And then what's worse, is more earth quakes came. The driving got strange feeling until I realized it was because the ground is shaking.
And you know, the worst thing about the whole time was the dam other people. They get panicky, and the ones in large vehicles turned into belligerent bullies with no regard for anyone. All they had to do is stay calm. An earth quake is not going to hurt you when you're on the road. Earth quakes kill only because of collapsing buildings. Why, you can easily get through even a Richter-scale 15 if you're in the middle of a field somewhere. Traffic was at a crawl, and I saw a lot of cars that had been hit by belligerent types.
The tidal wave had apparently made it all the way into Georgia. Each time a bridge was crossed, if it was over water, there was all these waves and torrents, going the wrong way, like, upstream.
Well, it took forever to get out of there. I just kept pushing ahead. I studied the map, trying to find a way around Atlanta. I knew it was going to be a mess. But fortunately, the traffic began to move better after Macon. I had to get gasoline in Macon. I had to wait in a long line. Anyway, After that, it was late at night. I got past Atlanta about three in the morning and headed on to Tennessee. After that, the roads were almost abandoned. I just continued on, using inland interstates, to West Virginia. I stayed in a hotel in north of Nashville on interstate 85. I figured I was safe away from the mayhem. I had to plan what I was going to do..."

With Becky listening, fascinated, Alex continued a long story of how he did not know what to do for a time. Gasoline quickly ran out. Fortunately, seeing the news on television in the hotel room north of Nashville talking about how all the east coast had been devastated, Alex knew shipping ports were gone. That meant no oil. At six A.M., Alex refueled his Toyota. He had to wait in a long line. By the time he got to the pumps, regular and mid-grade were gone. He filled up with premium gasoline. And, that was the last time he filled up with any kind of gasoline from a regular gasoline station to this day.

Alex reported total mayhem. Of course, Forest and as well, Becky, was familiar with this, as they experienced it too.
Alex stayed at that hotel a couple more days while figuring out what to do. The news was a mess. All stations had gone to 24-hour news on the cataclysms unfolding by the hour, nation- and world-wide. More of China had been lost to the sea. Huge earth quakes occurred in the middle east with a huge percentage of it just sinking beneath the sea. By default, so to speak, was dead. With all this going on, it was every locality for itself.
Stations were often off the air due to no electric power and no fuel for their backup generators. The hotel's satellite tv service shut down. It was local reception only. Whenever there was broadcast with news of skirmishes and out and out local warfare, it was almost always over gasoline and diesel. Whomever the cataclysms did not kill, the barbaric element of America was threatening to do the rest.

Strange, the way an awful situation seems to self-correct, in a savage way sometimes...
With near lawlessness, everything goes. Army posts were abandoned as each and every Serviceman, concerned for his or her family, and without any direction or orders from anything dependable, simply left for home. But not before they helped themselves to army weaponry. After they left, there was still plenty left in the armories. These were pilfered, and managed to get around... Alex cashed in on one such opportunity...

Alex explained, "I didn't know what I was going to do. My credit card wasn't working, and I could not find food. I stayed in the hotel for a couple more days, with no electricity, until they ran me out. I then more or less lived in my car. I had found a campground. I had to guard my gasoline or else someone would siphon it off. Big trucks were roaring around, like patrols, robbing gasoline wherever they could. I knew I was going to need some arms, big ones, and fast. Fortunately I was in Tennessee. It was one of the last states where people could still own substantial arms, including assault rifles. Well, that is just what I went to get. In a crowded, large arms store that had a Confederate flag flying in front, I found a weapon of choice. But there was a big crowd milling around something. After paying for my assault rifle and a good stock of ammo for it, I crowded in for a closer look, not easy when you're 150 pounds like me, and you're trying to look around these big, beefy, big-ape types. But I finally found the reason for the fracas; it was a big bunch of crates of none other than M-16 army machine guns! Yes! The real deal. Man, I wanted to get my hands on one of those. They were selling them, but for a king's ransom. At great length, I finally found a significant clerk, or possibly one of the owners of the store. Fortunately, not all my gold was in West Virginia. I had a small amount of it with me. The weight of it, when converted into dollars, was something like five thousand dollars. It took every bit of it, plus allowing the guy to siphon half my tank of gas, to get the M-16 and some rounds for it. Since I had just filled up a few days ago and had not done much driving, I figured I had a nearly full tank, which for a Toyota Corolla is about 11 gallons. I think I had ten gallons left. It looked like to me he took six. He was a big 250 pound refrigerator so I wasn't going to argue. Just leave me enough to get to Macon."

"Wow goodness!" Becky exclaimed, "Such doin's! But, why Macon?"
Alex replied, continuing his story, "Because, on Coast To Coast AM radio show, I heard of a spiritualist community that had been forming and growing for years now. I had heard a lot about these communities over the years. They were forming in many places, here and there. One was forming near my land in West Virginia, but, at that time, I had no way to get there. I would be lucky to get to Macon Georgia with four gallons. That was the closest one. Anyway, I got underway, but not until I visited a sporting store encountered while returning to I-85, and purchasing, with my dwindling supply of paper money, fishing tackle, a gasoline can and... yes, a gasoline-resistant hose... just in case of an opportunity... you know. I highly doubted making it to Macon from north of Nashville on four gallons. Maybe just the Toyota by itself, barely, but not with pulling a trailer.

"Mah heavens, land o-mercy" exclaimed Becky, "You was goin' through an ordeal, weren't ya? I thought I had it bad..."

Alex continued rambling on... "I was pretty hungry. I had a little hot plate I could cook with and an inverter for converting the car's 12 volts to 120 volts a.c. to run it with, but nothing to cook. Any idea of impromptu fishing over a bridge or something was curtailed when I saw every single place that had any water in it at all, crowded tight with people fishing. I even saw one guy fishing out of what looked like to me, nothing but a big mud puddle. But, maybe... I saw some folks fishing from a ditch, you know, just a road-side culvert, or ditch, for rain runoff. But, I saw one of them pulling a small fish out of it. I think perhaps, the tidal floods may have washed hapless fish to the darndest of places."

Becky spoke up and said, "Well, I catch fish sometimes just a bit down the road there, and it ain't nothin' but a retention pond left from when they built the road. Beats me how they got there, but there's fish in there!"

Alex continued, "Well, I had to tell my stomach to take a hike. I had to deal with enough gasoline to get to the community. Along about when I was in Georgia, still north of Atlanta, wouldn't you know it, but one of those dam barbaric big apes in his huge truck came roaring beside me trying to force me over. Well, I did not know the first thing on how to use it, but I pulled my M-16 across my lap where he could see it, and he was gone. That's all you have to do, just show it, and they scatter..."
Giggling, Becky interrupted asking, "You didn't know how to use it?"
"Not the M-16", Alex began, "I did know how to use the assault rifle. The guy at the store gave me an impromptu 50-cent quicky course. Later, some ex-military guys showed me how to use the M-16 at the spiritualist community..."
Interrupting again, as she was totally absorbed with Alex's story, Becky asked, "At the spiritualist community? They allowed guns and stuff?"
"Listen, it was total mad-hatter mayhem", Alex insisted, "Common sense dictated, you better be well armed! Now, within the spiritualist community, it was cooperation, the common good, meditation, and living in tune with nature. But we, or at least, a lot of us... There were some there that cringed at gun fire and using weapons, but me... though I've never been in the army per se, do NOT mind taking up arms to defend myself or my community, especially when it is such a good community. And this one even had a big dog rule... they were banned. One could own a dog if it was behaved, less than fifty pounds, and didn't bark much. German shepherds, rotwiellers and anything else unusually big or fierce, was not allowed. Now that's a community I liked. I met Forest here, in that community. Oh, by the way, I have not introduced myself. I am Alex, and my friend here is Forest. What did you say your name was?"
"Becky" she replied, and added, "Alex. That's pretty. And Forest, that sounds... like, peaceful, tranquil, green... Those are nice names! Anyhow, mah name's Becky, and fo yo information, Ah is thirty years old, just in case yo is wonderin'. Ah is still with mah parents, cause, there just ain't no place to go. And they need me on the farm."

"Oh, I see", Alex commented, and then carried on with his story...
"So anyway, where was I..." Alex began, then re-synched his thoughts, continuing, "So, I was taught how to use the M-16, and many times, we did have to use it. Once, we were invaded by this army, almost, of six big pickup trucks and a hum vee, and the apes driving them demanded food and gasoline. I think they were expecting a bunch of pansies or something. Well, my comrades and I opened fire upon them. I hope that in whatever spiritual realm they are in now, they realize the error of their ways, knew why they had to go, and, if ever incarnated again, will know better than to ever be a bully again..."
"You mean, y'all killed 'em!?" Becky asked, amazed.
"Every one!" Alex replied, almost proudly. "Look, we just can NOT tolerate that type of human. Now, the criminal justice system, when it existed, had been trying to get rid of them. But now, with these times we are in, there is just no room for those types, period. They had to go."
"Wow!" Becky breathed.
"We also had to kill our share of roaming packs of huge dogs. Every so often they'd come charging in, killing our cows, sheep and chickens, and even the nice dogs of the community. And they'd come after us. Well, we sent them to hell!"
"Boy!" Becky commented, "Ain't nobody gonna mess with y'all, that's fo sure!"
"Yeah, I know, sounds pretty violent, but, that's what we had to do. The way of the world now is 'all things common', as Jesus was trying to teach. Cooperation. There is just no room for bullies and tyrants. I'm sorry, but their time on this planet has ended. They must go. That's all there is to it. And, it seems, they are almost all gone. They either killed each other off, or, were killed by people like us, defending ourselves. After about a year, those kind of incidents faded. The last such incident was nine months ago. So, I think they've just about had it. The community is flourishing, it's peaceful, we meditate everyday and... it's just very, very nice now. But, too hot. I wish to get to my new home in West Virginia. One can live free in those communities. Your shelter is up to you. You can erect a tent, build a shanty, or build something nice, or live in a trailer. But to stay, you must work, mostly, as a farmer. Well, that's okay except for the searing southern heat. West Virginia is more suitable for me. Anyway, upon hearing reports of improving conditions, and researching into the feasibility, we, Forest and I, embarked on this trip. Using a ham radio, I talked often with the folks and even a friend of mine in the West Virginia community. I have my own ham radio now, and every so often, while we've been on this trip, I set it up and a solar panel and call them up. I might do so if we stay on your farm."
"Sho can!" Becky happily agreed, then asked, "You got solar energy?"
"Just a few panels", Alex replied, "The rest of my panels are on my wilderness property."
"Wow!" Becky commented, "We sho could use some of those! Ah is sick of bein' without 'lectricity."
"Yeah, it's a bummer!" Alex agreed.

Becky prodded Alex to continue his story, saying, "So, did ya... how'd you get to Macon?"
"Oh! Yes!" Alex began again, "Well, the gauge was already saying empty just before Atlanta. NO station was open. There were a lot of abandoned vehicles on the side of the road, or sometimes, partially in the road. Noticing there was almost no traffic, I coasted with the engine off whenever I could. I coasted down even the slightest hill, allowing the car to go as slow as ten miles an hour."
"Golly!" Becky giggled.
Alex continued, "Once, while going slow, I saw something glint in my eye from the ditch. Upon straining to look, it was a big motorcycle. It looked wrecked. It was all on its side in the ditch. I stopped the car, got out and looked. The motorcyclist was nowhere to be seen, so I figured he survived and got picked up. The big tank of the motorcycle had a good amount of gas. Using my hose, I siphoned it out to my gasoline can. It was a good three or more gallons. I poured it into the Toyota. After that, the gauge had a reading of just under a quarter of a tank. It is not totally accurate, you know. Anyway, I made it to Macon and then had to negotiate some country roads to the community. Since leaving I-75, my gauge had been saying empty the whole time. I think the gas was down to just what was left in the tubing from the tank to the engine by the time I entered their gates. I had to go through a bit to be accepted. They even had this lady, who was psychic, to, like, do a reading on me, to inspect my soul. She said I was okay. They checked my weapons, and I got briefed by some ex-military guys. After some questioning where, I guess, they were trying to get a fix on my attitudes and so forth, it was decided that one of my duties was to be guarding, sure enough. In the next few days, they trained me on the M-16 and there I was, on night guard duty. However, because I was fit, I was needed for farming and for pulling stuff; you know, wagons of crops, wagons of people, and all sorts of stuff. So, I was asked to do farming, hauling, and sometimes guard duty. And I actually saw some action! I already told you about it. Anyway, they gave me a place, a kind of secluded spot amongst some trees and bushes, to set up whatever home I would or could set up. And... that's about it. Later, I met Forest, and, being so much like me, we became buddies."
"Y'all ain't twins?" Becky asked.
"No, nope, not at all", Alex replied, "It is strange, how we look so close alike, but come from almost opposit ends of the country. We are often taken for twins."
"Huh", Becky commented, obviously intrigued at this little fact.

Becky then turned to Forest and asked, "Did you do guard duty too, Forest?"
"I sure did!" Forest replied, "And later, along side Alex. I was engaged in the same action he was. It was cool. It was like being in the army. We even had a sort of sergeant. Like Alex, I've never been in the military per se, but I've always believed in it, if properly used."
"Land sakes!" Becky commented, "One thing fo sure 'bout these times, it sho has changed a lot o' folks."
"Yeah" Alex agreed, "This stuff will shake the metal out of you, if you have any."

Becky turned to Forest and asked, "Alright, how 'bout you? If'n you ain't his twin, then, what's yo story and how you got to that community with Alex and stuff?"
Forest began his simpler but scarier, perhaps, tale... "Well, I am from Seattle, Washington, and, well, you all know what happened to that..."
"Well, not quite" Becky replied, "I hear-telled it was flooded or somethin', like Florida..."
"Essentially, yes", Forest replied, "Mount Rainier blew, earth quakes ensued and the whole kit and kabootle essentially crumbled off into the sea, sending huge tidal waves all over the Pacific rim. Few escaped. I, and most luckily, my parents and brother and sisters, were on vacation in Nashville, Tennessee when it happened. Some months later, we temporarily settled in Atlanta, then, shortly after that, the east coast got dumped, as Alex explained. Then, as he explained, all hell broke loose and we weren't able to go anywhere or do anything. Luckily, I also had been a listener to Coast To Coast AM and knew of the spiritualist communities. And, for us, as for Alex, the closest one was the one near Macon, so, we ended up there."
"Is yo family still in Macon? Or, that is, the community near it?" Becky asked.
"Yes, they're there, and doing okay, except of course, for the losses of several of our relatives and friends in Seattle."
"Oh, gees" Becky commented, "There's that, yeah; I ain't thought o' that. What 'bout you, Alex? You loose anybody?"
"Both my parents are passed on, long ago", Alex explained, "They were buried in Florida so, my only loss, if you call it that, is, I can't visit their graves any more. Not that I did anyway. The person is the soul, and when an incarnation completes, the body is just fertilizer. My sister is in north Mississippi so she's safe, but, displaced. My brother is passed on, and his wife barely escaped thanks to a frantic call from her psychic daughter warning of an upcoming horrible event. Just as my brother's wife, along with her son, was crossing the Blue Ridge mountains, the east coast fell out, taking, as you all know, Washington DC with it. And most of the stupid government. This may sound cruel or heartless, but in my opinion, we're well off without them. They were just getting totally out of control."
"I would certainly agree to that!" Forest exclaimed.
"Mah goodness!" Becky commented, "You guys! Y'all certainly don't mind knocking off folks when they dare to bully y'all 'round, do ya?"
Forest asked, "You mean, like, the bullies demanding gas and food at gun-point? And the packs of dogs? If so, then yes, I'll take out creeps like that any day."
"Well, those, yeah" Becky agreed, "But, yo is glad everyone in the federal government was taken out too?"
"Look" Alex began, "Not once, but possibly twice, they let major attacks take place just so that they could pass laws taking away our Founding Fathers' liberties. Almost nobody could own a gun anymore, which is always the first thing a dictatorship wants to do; they were spying on us without permission in every which way, no one could home school anymore, all animals had been chipped, sometimes to great expense to farmers, and they were about to launch a chipping campaign for humans, as they already did in Europe... and China, naturally. Civil war was about to break out, and would have, had the chipping been attempted. No, we were headed for some bloody times, and, what's worse, we would have ended up loosing. There would have been mass executions and all freedoms would have been lost. In my opinion, the planet came to our rescue. The billions of people who died will be given incarnation opportunities in the future. I know it's really a sad bummer to loose someone, but, in actuality, those souls, the normal ones anyway, will be okay. The perpetrators of all this globalist dictatorship nonsense will be dealt with in the spiritual realms. And, I don't think it's going to go well for them."
"I guess they is goin' to hell!" Becky commented.
"Well..." Alex contemplated, "Simply and colloquially put, but essentially correct, perhaps. However, judge not or you shall be judged... leave it up to the spiritual councils of this Earth soul school. Those souls will have to be reformed extensively before they are ever allowed to incarnate again."
Forest laughed, "You have to get accustomed to the way Alex talks. He is very much into and well versed with the new spiritualist understanding of the nature of the soul and spiritual realms."
"Yeah, that' fo sure!" Becky agreed, giggling.
Becky then asked, "You say yo brother's wife's daughter is psychic? Did she call you too?"
"Later, I found out she did, but I missed her calls because of my trips to West Virginia", Alex explained, "And she could not get my cell phone, because, in those days, I had been turning the cell phone off and even, removing it's battery when I traveled. I was sick and tired of the dam globalists tracking me every where and spying and all the crap they were doing. They were tracking people through their cell phones. And as well, she had to get out fast herself, because she lived in Florida."
"Did she get out okay?" Becky asked.
"Yes, better than I did", Alex replied, "She took off a day or so before it happened. She didn't encounter all the traffic and road violence, so she got a long ways up north. Later, she joined her mother and brother in a town west of the Blue Ridge mountains. So, they're okay."
"Whew!" Becky commented, "Thank goodness fer that!"

Becky continued to lead the way to her farm. It was simple, actually, just slow. In slow motion, on an exit ramp designed more for fifty miles per hour rather than two, they turned right onto a two lane state road. It was devoid of automobile traffic, but there were bicycles in use and even someone riding horse-back. After three miles, not a long ways but it took them over an hour, the driveway to Becky's farm was encountered, on the right.

Being a dirt road, the guys had to employ the Toyota's engine...
"Now, this is an example of what we were talking about", Forest pointed out, "Now, we're going to have to drive in, using the engine."

The two men cleared the passenger seat of stuff, and a loaded M-16, which made Becky nervous.
"Careful with that thing!" she urged.

Alex drove, and, at first, Forest was going to sit in the passenger seat and let Becky sit on his lap. But, up close, and when Becky tried to enter that cramped Toyota, there was no way she could sit on anybody's lap. Becky was 6 feet 1 inch tall and maybe 180 pounds. Her big strong legs could not fit in the crammed space since the seat was adjusted all the way forward. She would have been too heavy for sitting on 150 pound Forest's (or Alex's) lap.

"Never mind, y'all" Becky advised sweetly, "Ah'll just use mah bike."

Becky lifted her bicycle off the stuff piled up over the Toyota's trunk, and rode it to the farm-house. In this manner, she led them to where they could park, not to start the engine again until they left. After the Toyota and trailer were parked, the two men untied their own bicycles, which would be their transportation throughout the duration of the stay on Becky's farm.

Becky's parents had already arrived home, using back trails they knew, which explains why the two men did not see them pass by on the way home. Becky's father oriented them to some aspects of the farm. After that, the two men settled into the guest bedroom Becky's father showed them to.

The farm had solar panels, indeed, and they were set up on a support in a clear area. This farm family, like many people now, were suddenly compelled to become familiar with solar energy, quite probably the most reliable energy available at the time. The biggest problem with solar energy was getting the components of a system delivered and availability of components.

Becky's father mentioned something about having electricity from the power company one hour every two days. The power company was having trouble getting fuel, as everyone else was. So, the rest of the time, people were on their own for their energy needs.

The solar panels, storage batteries, and inverters provided power for the well's water pump, so they could take showers and have water, and for limited lighting and radios or small televisions. Hot water was from a thermal solar collector, with electric backup from the power company for that one meager hour every two days it was on. Cloudy days meant warmish to almost cold showers. To prevent waste, the farm family had shut off the hot-water service-valves underneath all bathroom sinks and the kitchen sink. Hot water was for showers only. Clothes were washed in cold water. The electric dryer, with its huge 6000-watt draw, was now never used. Clothes were dried by old fashioned clothes line.

All this was familiar to Alex, who had been building up a solar energy system long before the cataclysms hit. The only problem was, most of his solar energy equipment was on his West Virginia property. Alex only had two 100-watt panels, a single 120-ampere-hour deep-cycle battery and a 1000-watt true-sine-wave inverter with him.

The first evening at Becky's house was uneventful, since the two men, after supper, simply showered and went to bed. They slept deeply until morning.

Let us now, as a point of consciousness, follow Becky on an extra trip by bicycle she took, during the twilight of evening, while the two men were just then going to bed...

"I'm goin' on mah bike" Becky announced to her parents.
"Okay, girl!" her mother replied, "Be back before dark!"

As was apparently usual, Becky grabbed her bicycle and headed out on the dirt trails to the fields of their farm. Usually, Becky just likes to tool around on her bicycle. She is a big, strong, healthy thirty-year-old woman possessed of a lot of energy and good health. She just likes riding fast and furious on her bicycle.

That particular evening, however, she had a certain destination in mind. She did not tell her parents about it...

Apparently excited about her destination, or perhaps, in a hurry because of coming complete darkness, she "opened up" the power of her long supple legs and took off hard and fast. Careening wildly along dirt trails, her heavy duty bicycle with two-inch knobby tires was put through its paces. In the manner of a skilled motocross racer, Becky took tight turns and sailed over dips and rises of the terrain, at times becoming airborne. At one point, she careened into a well hewn trail that was being used more and more by both bicycles and horses. Although the trail-users cut right through Becky's farm on this trail, her parents complained not because allowing people this time-saving shortcut was the right thing to do.

With Becky on a more or less public trail, it was a little straighter, allowing her to really rev up her shapely gams. Zooming along and raising much dust, Becky was quickly out of her parents' property and onto someone else's farm, or perhaps just some undeveloped land. She continued turning and twisting, powering up hills and zooming back down. The trail was not in any way graded so it was a wild ride, especially at her substantial speed. She possibly exceeded thirty miles per hour in spots.

The final run of trail took her down a dip, crossed a wooden bridge where her tires made a rapid clackity-clack sound on the boards of the bridge, then back up. The trail curved sharply left and on to join a sidewalk along side the street. Most people probably followed the trail. But not Becky. She zoomed straight ahead and up a very steep grassy embankment upon which a quicky-mart type of store, like a 7-Eleven or similar, was built. She powered up the hill and literally sailed over the grass and over a curb, landing upon the pavement of the parking area on the side of the store. Becky skidded wildly to a stop, spinning her bicycle sideways at an extreme bank to help stop fast, or else she could have crashed into the side of the store.

"Whooeee!" she uttered as she jumped off her bicycle, and rolled it to a post to lock it there with a chain and lock, a good idea in an era of high demand for bicycles.

Now, get this scene in your mind: We observe as a point of consciousness, (more or less taking a breather after following Becky's wild ride) the following: Here we have a more or less typical southern (South Carolina) quicky-mart. A few years ago, there would have been big trucks, some old, some new, some jacked up on huge wheels, and some other cars ranging from very old to somewhat new. The gasoline pumps would have had two to three vehicles per bay, waiting for or pumping gas...
But not now...

Now we see abandoned, rusting gasoline pumps. No vehicles are next to them. There is no gasoline here, and there has not been for well over a year. Around the store, we see many bicycles, one, maybe two actual velomobiles, three horses (yeah, horses) tied up, and two or three wagons with seats in them, apparently for people that must be pulled by a fit friend or relative, one horse-drawn wagon, and even one thing that looks like a Japanese or Chinese rickshaw. The scene looks like a montage or mix-and-match from a cowboy movie, a Dutch bicycle-club meet, and a scene from old China. All this around a typical southern quicky-mart store makes up the new look of, not only the south, but anywhere else in United States, Canada and other parts of the world that have not met a watery demise.

Now let's follow Becky's tall, fit shapely body; pert pigtails, skimpy shorts, skimpy tank-top and all including baseball cap, into the store and see what it is she's all fired up over in making this impromptu, hasty trip.

Becky panted from the exertion and raised a muscled arm to wipe her brow of perspiration as she entered the store. A man behind a counter, perhaps the owner of the store, could not help but notice this skimpily dressed, statuesque lady enter.

Anyway, she came right up to him and asked, "Y'all got any condoms?"
"Uh, any what?" he asked, obviously surprised.
"Any condoms" Becky repeated in a quite matter-of-fact manner, "You know, them rubbery things what goes over a man's..."
"Uh, okay, okay, yes, I know what you mean", he replied hastily, seemingly wishing to stop her next word. He continued, "Uh, the condoms we have... are... they are available from a dispenser in the men's room... the men's restroom."
"Well then", Becky asked, "Do Ah go in there to get 'em or..."
"No, no, no" the owner insisted, laughing nervously, "Uh, uh, I'll get help for you..."

The owner called out "Hey, Mark!"
A younger man, apparently Mark, came over to his boss.
"She needs to get a, um, condom. Could you help her?"
"Uh, like..." Mark began.
"Go in there, operate the dispenser, and just take payment from her."

The owner turned to Becky and advised, "He'll go in there for you, and you pay him. They're three dollars each."
"Three dollahs!?" Becky asked, "They keep goin' up!"
"Yeah, well, everything is", he explained, "Raw materials, delivery troubles and greatly increased delivery costs, and everything else. Everything is effected."
"Oh, okay then" Becky sweetly said.

Becky followed the attendant, Mark, to the back of the store and the rest-rooms. He then asked, "How many do you want?"
"Two of 'em... no, four, er, six. Six of 'em. And get them types with the knobs on 'em, you know, the little bumps."
"Okay" Mark replied with some nervousness.

Mark went in the men's room leaving Becky to wait outside. Momentarily he returned with one condom. To do what must have been to him, an embarrassing transaction, as discretely as possible, he turned his back to other customers' view and urged Becky a little further into the hall that accessed the men's and women's rooms. This gave him a little greater privacy. He showed it to Becky and asked, "Is this the type?"
Becky examined it and then said, "This ain't it, it's got ridges. Ah want the one with the bumps."
"With the bumps, hmm" Mark muttered.
"Ah can go in there quick and show ya..."
"No, no" he laughed nervously, "That won't be necessary. I think I know what you mean. Just a minute."
"Wait" Becky said, interrupting Mark's return to the dispenser, "Ah think Ah kinda would like this type too. Get me one mo of these, and four of the bumpy types."
"Okay, okay" Mark replied nervously.

Mark went in again, and, momentarily, came back out. He showed the condom type to her.
"Yeah, that's it!" Becky said sweetly, "Now get me three mo of them, and one mo of the one with the ridges."

Mark went in and momentarily came out with the six condoms, two of one type and four of another type. Becky was okay with those and paid him back the eighteen dollars.
Becky pertly said, "Thank you" to Mark as she stuffed the flat packages containing the condoms into the tight confines of the small pockets of her teensy brief shorts. She had a somewhat difficult time getting them in there, as she did getting her cash out. Her faded-jean shorts fit tight and they were very brief, so they just did not have a lot of room in the pockets.

Showing no shyness or embarrassment at all over the unusually conducted transaction, she strode out of the store with a content, peaceful look on her face. Muscles rippled in her big thighs, part of her butt showed, a strong, tanned back merged into her wide, muscle-laced hips, the top of her butt also showed, and pert pigtails bounced.

Mark must have been drooling, and maybe having troubles in his pants. The owner watched her go out the doors into the darkening blues of dusk. Mark came up and commented to his boss, with voice quivering, "Good lord have mercy. Some lucky guy's gonna get some hellacious hot action! Whoo-goodness!"
"Sure does look like it!" his boss agreed, "Good lord a-mighty!"
"Picky bitch too" Mark added, "She wanted a certain type, and knew just what she wanted."
"I'm sure she has plenty of experience, in that area of, uh, uh, that particular activity" the boss replied, somewhat at a loss for words.

Becky strode on out with big, confident strides propelled by strong muscular legs. She unlocked her bicycle, mounted it and took off with the vigor of a small motorbike. She jumped the curb, went through the grass and down the embankment from the store's grounds. Becky joined the trail and, in the manner of coming, returned home zooming along, careening around curves, blasting dips and hills furiously, at times becoming airborne, and finally on home. She came roaring into the yard and careened a stop by that way she had of yanking the bicycle side ways and skidding it side ways to a rapid stop.

This time however, she miss-judged and took a little spill. Unperturbed, as she has probably crashed before, she picked up her bicycle and put it away. Her father was out, gazing at the stars and Venus, and commented... that is, after having his peace destroyed by Becky's fiery entrance, "Lady, you're going to have to take it easy on that thing. If you break something on it, it might take a long time for a replacement part. You know how nobody can get anything delivered hardly, these days."
"Aw, Dad" Becky replied, "Ah just likes goin' fast! It's fun! Ah just missed mah stop, that's all, maybe 'cause it's dark."
"You shouldn't stay out there so late", her father advised.
"Okay, Ah'll come back earlier from now on", Becky promised as she went in the house.

Indeed it was getting black dark. Becky took a cold shower, both to save hot water and because she needed cooling off... in both ways of thinking about it. She wore a bikini for "pajamas". It was a warm night and air-conditioning was not touched these days. On the way to her bedroom to go to bed, she hesitated at the guest room where the two men were... then continued on to her own room which was next to the guest room.

As we follow her as a "point of consciousness", Becky was observed doing some extra activities to help her sleep...

Locking her door, she stripped naked. From a hiding spot, she brought out a home-made item she had fashioned with her own hands. One end of it had a clamp for securing it to a firm object. The "business end"... was the shape and size of a large erected penis. It was basically a wooden dowel with layers of tape wrapped around the end to make it two inches thick. This was covered by two condoms; yep, the bumpy type. Looks like the cold shower did not quite work.

Becky lowered her drooling cunt over it and sank it in. She groaned long due to the relief from the demands of her hungry genital. Then she began furious humping. She struggled mightily against screeching when the majestic ecstasy of orgasm blasted through her. Some fairly loud groans escaped, however. She humped a while longer, getting every last drop of relief from her libido.

Relieved and feeling warm and relaxed, she wiped her "tool" off thoroughly and replaced it back to its hidden space. She wiped down her crotch and finally laid in bed, naked, and with no sheets to cover her. She had sheets to the side, however, should she feel chilled later that night.

In the next room, Alex and Forest were having their own problems. Though sleepy, they kept being wakened up by pounding erections.

The room was largely unfurnished. Alex and Forest had brought in their things, including the M-16 and assault rifle, and had rolled out two mats, separated, as beds. Moon light streamed in the window. In the manner of Becky, due to the warmth and no air-conditioning, Alex and Forest slept in bikinis, different ones from the ones they had been wearing. During the shower, each man had washed his bikini for next day's use. Washing a bikini was quick and easy. The thin material dries within hours if just hung from a hanger from any object.
The bikinis Alex and Forest wore now were skimpy to the extreme, thong types actually, and of very thin material. Forest was laying on his stomach. Alex was propped up on his elbow, bothered by an erection.

"I can't sleep because of this thing", Alex grumbled.
"Yeah, mine's bothering me too", Forest replied. He added, "Gol-dang! That Becky is hot! She said she might... let us in..."
"Oooo, man!" Alex breathed, "I could sure use that about now."

Alex gazed upon Forest's shapely butt. Forest's white thong bikini accentuated the shape and lines of Forest's back and butt. Finally Alex blurted, "Why in the hell do you have to have such a sexy butt!"
"What are ya, gay?" Forest laughed, turning to his side.
"Nah!" Alex pointed out, "A shapely butt is a shapely butt, whether it's on a woman or a man. It reminds me of Becky."
"Well, so do you!" Forest joked, "You got a shapely butt too, and a lean tummy and nice legs. So don't go on about me."
"Is that a complaint... or a complement?" Alex asked, giggling.
"Maybe both..." Forest replied.

Alex rolled onto his stomach to press his engorged penis against the mat, which brought a little bit of relief. Now Forest was looking over Alex's butt.

"Gosh! That looks hot!" Forest blurted out.
"Well..." Alex hesitated, "Maybe it is... maybe it is."

After a time, Forest spoke up and suggested, "You think we could, like... masturbate in each other's crotches?"
"What!?" Alex replied, surprised... but possibly, intrigued.
"Neither one of us can sleep like this. I gotta pop this thing. I could just slip it between your... gorgeous legs and against your crotch. It would come in seconds."

After some seconds, Alex answered, "Would you let me hump your crotch?"
"Uh...", Forest hesitated, "Sure!"
"Hmm" Alex muttered.

"Just seems a bit... gay-ish" Alex ventured.
"Look", Forest explained, "If Becky was in here, and that big amazon let us, I would fuck her cunt until my head caves in. And probably, so would you. I wonder if she can handle two men?"
"That gal could handle two hundred men!" Alex stated.
"Probably", Forest agreed, "But for now, this is driving me nuts."

Their discussion was interrupted when they heard the muffled groans of a woman coming from the next room.

"Did ya hear that?" Forest asked.
"How could I not?" Alex replied, "That was pretty loud. I wonder if her parents heard it."
"I don't think so", Forest replied, "I think their bedroom is down the hall that way on the other side of the bathroom."

After some more seconds, Forest ventured, stirring from his position, "Well, if... you really don't mind... I'm going to... do your crotch..."
Alex, still on his tummy, nodded, but did not say anything. He pulled the sheet covering his mat to one side. It would be easier to clean any mess from the mat's water-proof surface.

Forest positioned himself over Alex, and humped away. Alex drew his legs together to form a tight hole for Forest's genital, made up from Alex's crotch and inner thighs. As Forest promised, his relief came in seconds, causing Forest to groan a little loud.

"Shhh!" Alex urged.
"OOHH! That felt good!" Forest huffed, whispering.

After some clean up using a lot of tissues, Alex indeed did Forest in like manner. Forest cooperated in like manner as Alex did for him.

After that second clean up, both Alex and Forest could sleep soundly, uninterrupted.

In the next room, where Becky was, she might have heard something. But the blessed relief and resulting relaxation allowed her rapid passage into sleep, so that the groans from Alex or Forest may have been interpreted as a dream.

Generally speaking, everyone in the house was asleep by ten-thirty, yes, pretty early. But, they were going to wake up early...

Whew! Writing that last scene, with Alex and Forest, was tough. Fortunately, it will not happen again for the rest of the story, although it almost does one more time, until Becky "came to the rescue". Read on...

Forest and Alex were roused from their sleep around six A.M. Their only change of clothes was to wear their, slightly more conservative "day time" bikinis, the ones they would work in. Being just a tad chilly, however, both guys wore a sleeveless t-shirt, almost like a tank-top, while they had breakfast. The t-shirts were short and came down only to their navels when standing.

Becky was up, though a bit sleepy still. She saw them and woke completely up, commenting, "Wow, goodness mercy! Y'all is sexy, that's all there is to it. You don't make it easy on a gal, do ya?"
"Well good heavens" Alex replied, "You don't make it easy on us! The way you're dressed...".
Forest agreed.

Alex had a point. Becky's huge amazon build was "clothed" with a very brief patch over her vagina. The vagina patch tapered to a mere string over her tummy which divided just over her navel, to two strings. The strings widened to all of about two inches each, which barely covered her nipples. Those then tapered to strings again, which went over her broad, strong shoulders, down her back, rejoined to one string about midway down her back, and on down between her butt-buns where it rejoined the vagina patch from behind. It was, technically, a one-piece bathing suit; and the term "suit" is being used very loosely.

This all was visible underneath the thin material of a tank-top she was wearing over it, for the same reason the men were; she felt just a bit chilly. The tank-top came down to just above her navel when she stood.

"This is mah workin' clothes", Becky replied in a matter-of-fact manner.
"Are you... going to take the tank-top off later?" Forest asked with Alex listening.
"Uh-huh" Becky pertly replied, her pigtails bouncing from the nod of her head. "It's gonna get hot out there when we is workin'. And if Ah know Dad, he's gonna have me pullin' the plow. He thinks Ah is some kind o' horse, or something. You guys is gonna be guiding the plow. He'll teach ya how."
"Does guiding the plow take two people?" Alex asked.
"No, just one..." Becky replied, thought a second, then continued, "Ah don't know what the other of ya will be a-doin'..."

The three of them were standing in the hall. Becky's father, who had introduced himself earlier as George Holt, came along, having apparently heard the last question, and replied, "The third will be behind the plow team, planting and covering the seed. Before, that was done separately after the plowing. I'd plow with our horse, and Becky pulled the other plow with Felicity guiding. Now Felicity will seed behind me, and one of you fellas will seed behind Becky and the one of you who's guiding. Looks like this morning is going to be a training day, of sorts. I assume you all have never done farming?"
"Not before a couple years ago" Alex replied, "But both Forest and I have been doing it at the community outside of Macon. I have guided a plow both behind people and a horse."
"Oh, that's great!" George replied, "That'll speed things up."

As they strolled to the kitchen for breakfast, Alex asked, "What will we be planting?"
"Corn" was George's simple answer. He continued, "It is a high alcohol-yield corn, for making alcohol... uh, the kind to fuel vehicles, not drinking. Although I supposed it could be, but now a days, you wouldn't want to do it. There's just no time for alcoholic foolishness. If anybody makes alcohol, it goes into vehicles. And generators. It's also the most money-making crop there is. At an average of eighteen dollars a quart, or higher, it's the crop of choice for any farmer who wants to make money."
"Yeah" Alex agreed, "It's just about the only fuel available; that and heavier plant oils used for diesel..."
"Oh, depending on how it is processed", George explained, "the corn can be made into a diesel-like product for trucks, or a lighter, like gasoline, product for cars."
"Takes a special carburetor though", Alex commented, "At the spiritualist community in Georgia, an automobile technician helped me replace the carburetor in my Toyota to a type that can handle pure alcohol. Apparently it mucks up other carburetors; makes them rust or something."
"Yeah, that was a sticking point with these kinds of fuels before the calamities" George agreed, "But folks don't have a choice now. It's alcohol for your car, or else you ride a bike or a horse. That simple."

The two guys along with Becky were treated to a delicious breakfast of eggs, hash browns, and, wouldn't you know it, grits. What is it about Southerners and grits.
"Mmmm", Forest commented, "These eggs have that nice extra taste, like long ago, just like the eggs at the community. I wonder what makes them taste so good!"
"Range fed" came George's answer. "Our chickens just wander about, feeding. They know what to eat."

Alex asked about the source of the other items; the grits, which comes from corn, the potatoes for the hash browns and other vegetables. Apparently all was grown right there. Storage was a problem like it used to be, hundreds of years ago. Their one refrigerator was already a challenge to keep it steadily supplied with electricity while using solar energy which does have a habit of being there sometimes and sometimes not, along with that meager one hour every two days from the power company.

And grocery stores were no longer the dependable source of backup produce they once were. Their shelves were very often empty. On top of that, was the problem of spoilage. Often, the grocery stores were stranded without electricity. A few hours a day from the power company (grocery stores are given third-level priority under hospitals and emergency services), solar and alcohol burning generator sets were the sources of electricity. A trip to a grocery store in these times was a very different experience from before. Operating hours are daylight only. There are no lights turned on in the store. The aisles are dark and not air-conditioned. Often, mechanical cash registers are back in use.

So the answer was most of what they ate was grown right there. Chickens provided eggs and meat, along with fishing from whatever body of water that could be found. George was also thinking about a fish pond, which would employ an above-ground pool. A lot of people were doing that quite successfully.
The calamities, unfortunate though they were, brought back American, or generally world wide, human ingenuity. And freedom. Note the following conversation...

"I tell you", George began in complaining, "The dam government just about ran everybody out of the meat business and made them into vegetarians, what with their goddam chipping nonsense!"
"George!" Felicity, Becky's mother, chastised, "Watch your mouth!"
"Well, dammit!" George insisted, "At fifty to a hundred dollars an animal for chipping, who could afford it? Why, you couldn't even keep yourself supplied with your own fryers and egg-layers, let alone try to raise them for profit. Same thing with cows and hogs. And if those mother-..." George held his tongue and continued, "And if those shit-heads in government found one unchipped animal on your farm, it was a fine in the thousands. Dammit! You know something, I think God brought the calamities upon the government. They had just become holy terrors..."
"You know, that's true" Alex interrupted enthusiastically, "They were totally out of control. The globalists were winning, and it would not have been long before the whole world would have been enslaved. Then they would have culled, make that, killed, about three-quarters of the Earth's population, and the rest of us alive would have been envious of the ones killed. You said it sort of in the manner of a Baptist priest in a Sunday morning sermon, but it's essentially correct. The Earth has a consciousness, and the Earth, along with the high spiritual overseers of the Earth soul-school, under the auspices of The Creator, God, if you prefer, decided it was time to clean the planet up."

And before George had time to respond, Forest jumped in saying, "And this whole dam mess is a typical result of bringing in too much technology to a people that are not ready. The back-engineering from crashed extraterrestrial craft created the microscopic electronic technologies that later made it possible for the globalists to do all this spying, tracking and control. The chip would not have been possible, without the technology back-engineered from the extraterrestrial craft."
Again, before George could say anything, and with Becky listening intently and perhaps, giggling at the site of her opinionated father being "out-opinionated" for once, Alex jumped back in with "It was just too much technology that got into the hands of a planet of people that were, due to spiritual oppression, forced to accept leadership from those, quite frankly, who were nothing but a bunch of power-grabbing barbarians. That's all the globalists are, or were; thank goodness they're gone; despite their spiffy suits and huge sophisticated homes and high tech cars, nothing but backwards, almost cave-man type power mongers. And totally barbarian and without any sense of humanity. We are well rid of them!!!"

Finally, George could say something, but he was amazed at Alex and Forest. He got out, "Boy! You fellas got some pretty intense views, don't you?"
"Well, I saw it coming, as did a lot of other people" Alex growled, "But most American and Canadians were just too gol-dang interested in sports, the shenanigans of movie stars or singers, the finals in Survival or other nonsense to pay attention to the slow boiling process that they were in the midst of. Then it was too late. The globalists were getting their way, and the spiritual councils of this planet saw it, and something had to be done. Under the totalitarian world-wide rule of the globalists, the soul would have just withered, and the whole reason for having a planet, that is, a growth and learning experience for souls, would have been nullified. The globalists had to go, one way or the other! Period!"

George found some of the spiritual talk of Alex and Forest new and strange. He had an especially difficult time accepting the idea of extraterrestrials. He had been brought up mainly on southern style Christian fundamentalism, although he was far from a fanatic. After all, he allowed his daughter, (though she is thirty years old at that time) to work in the fields virtually naked. And he complained not of Alex's and Forest's rather daring bikinis. And he did not seem to mind sending them to the fields together to work, while dressed in such attire. But talk of the Earth possessing a consciousness, reincarnation, the concept of Earth being a "school" for souls, a high spiritual council overseeing the Earth, and referring to God as The Creator, sort of in the manner of an Indian, were all very new and strange to George. But he accepted it because ultimately they were in agreement with the main points. All three men thought of the federal government as a bunch of incompetent, power-hungry clucks, thoroughly hated them, and felt that the calamities were brought on by some higher power and intelligence to clear the Earth of such human filth.

Becky was absolutely fascinated with the conversation, but seemed to not know anything to contribute. Anyway, fascinated with the conversation though she may have been, she was obviously scanning Alex's and Forest's fit, attractive bodies and their alluring attire. That may have distracted her from forming any ideas on what to say to add to the conversation.

Anyway, there was no more time. Breakfast was done, and it was time to hit the fields. Becky peeled off her tank-top, a most sexy act, revealing her near nude body to the two pairs of wide blue eyes of Alex and Forest. She advised them, about their tank-tops, "Y'all gonna take 'em off? Or wear 'em out there?"

"Uh, well... I'm still a bit chilly..." Alex ventured.
"That's okay", Becky advised sweetly, "Y'all can wear 'em out to the field and hang 'em on a branch or fence or somethin' when y'all gets hot."

The big, sturdily built, shapely amazon before them, now practically naked; her back-side was completely naked; had a profound effect on Alex and Forest that they found difficult to conceal. Alex sort of stepped behind Forest, and Forest tried to step behind Alex... to hide their growing humps.

As Becky walked on out the door, leading them with George following, her thighs rippled and her curvaceous butt buns jiggled. Both men scanned her powerful build up and down, taking in her broad, muscular back and shoulders, her lean waist, the deep furrow of the spine of her back, and, again, that rippling, muscular butt and rippling thighs.

She pulled the human-powered plow set from its place. It was on wheels for pulling easily to the field. She placed and secured a sack of seed onto the plow, and pushed the plow, now on wheels, ahead of her. Alex and Forest continued to fight with their growing genitals during the considerable walk out to the field. George was behind them, so did not see the humps in Alex's and Forest's bikinis.

"What are we going to do?" whispered Forest desperately into Alex's ear.
"Look away, and think unsexy thoughts", Alex replied.
"How?" Forest asked, whispering.
"Think of how much you hate what the globalists did to us. Something like that", Alex instructed.

Carefully keeping their fronts turned away from George, they finally managed to calm their genitals down as they arrived to the assigned field. They both carefully looked away, to the surrounding scenery, being careful not to look at Becky any more. One even commented, "Nice sunrise". Indeed, it was about seven A.M., and the sun was just over the trees of the horizon.

Finally they arrived to the field where George familiarized Alex and Forest on the human-pulled plow they would be using. Becky took the sack of seed and wheels off the plow and harnessed herself to the front of it. George then checked to see if Alex and Forest knew how to handle it, and, they did. George suggested that Alex and Forest take turns between guiding the plow and laying seed, since laying seed was the easier task and would serve as a rest from guiding the plow. George then left, to bring out the horse and his plow, and with Felicity, work another field.

Both Forest and Alex were suffering partial erections. Forest commented, "Whew! I'm glad he's gone. This thing won't go down!"
"Well fellas", Becky spoke up, "What 'bout me, yo horse? Ah can see them humps on y'all too! It's makin' me crazy!"
"No problem with you!" Forest laughed, "I was just worried about rankling your father's Christian ideals or something."
"Yeah but yo is makin' me horny!" Becky insisted, giggling, "I'd give the world for y'all both to poke me up with those 'bout now. Whooeee!"
"Well, let's just get to work", Alex suggested, "That will help. I'll take the plow first, I guess."
"Okay" agreed Forest, then he pointed out, "I noticed George suggested we take turns at the plow and laying seed, so we get a rest from the plow. But, what about Becky? She's pulling the thing, for Pete's sake. That's much harder than just guiding it..."
"That's okay, fellas", Becky laughed, "Mah Dad thinks Ah'm a horse anyway, and, well, the work will keep mah mind off of fuckin' with y'all!"
"What about us?" Alex asked, somewhat jokingly. "I'm going to be right behind you, seeing your sexy muscle-butt and thighs flexing away. It's going to drive me crazy."
"That's yo problem, honey!" Becky laughed. She then added, "Now don't y'all fret none. Ah is gonna let y'all in me. It'll be nice and it'll calm y'all down. Just gotta do it when mah folks ain't noticin'."

"Whoa!" and "Oooo!" both Alex and Forest exclaimed. "When?" Forest asked.
"Ah dunno; maybe during lunch break, maybe tonight..." Becky pertly replied.
"As soon as lunch?" Alex asked with the sound of hope in his voice.
"Maybe" Becky replied, "Depends. Mah dad and mom plow faster with the horse than we do, and so they goes to the house to have lunch, and mom brings lunch out to us. I gotta somehow hoof it back to the house, get mah condoms Ah got fer y'all, come back and see if'n they can see us or not. Now, let's get to a plowin', because, the ferther we work into this field, the harder it'll be fer 'em to see us. Alrighty, honies?"
"Yeah" and "Yes" the two hopeful guys breathed.
"Now, yo meat is already out", Becky said, pointing out Alex's near-full erection which had popped out from the confines of his skimpy bikini, "And so is yo's", she mentioned of Forest's genital, which had escaped its cramped quarters as well and was partially erected, resulting in it seemingly pointing straight ahead and towards Becky. Becky continued, "So, keep an eye out fer mah folks. When Ah is pullin', my head is kinda bowed, so it's hard fer me ta see."

With that, they began work. Alex directed the plow-share to dig in and Becky fired up her powerful amazon physique for the work. The exertion might have calmed down Becky's libido some, but the sight of Becky's rippling muscle-butt and her generally powerful physique guaranteed an almost continuous erection on Alex. The tip of his penis even began to drip "pre-sex" juice, that clear substance that is secreted as a result of intense arousal.

Forest had an easier time, because he was behind Alex, and concentrating on dropping the seed correctly. But, an occasional glimpse of Alex's own, well honed, slender physique did not help much.

Well, from about when they started, possibly around seven-thirty A.M. to about noon, Becky pulled the plow, just like, as she kept saying, a horse, and either Alex or Forest guided it. The one guiding the plow had to stay focused, the darn thing was trickier than it looked. If the plow share goes too deep, it makes too deep of a furrow and makes it doubly hard for Becky to pull. Not deep enough, and the soil will not be turned. But Becky's awesome physique, darkly tanned and with muscles rippling, and now beaded and glistening with sweat, was a powerful distraction.

Also, every hour, the three of them would break for ten minutes. Fifty minutes of work with ten minute breaks every hour made working all day possible. Of course, during these breaks, Becky would unharness herself from the plow, then stretch, stroll about or lay down, all the while nearly naked. That sight was no help to the aching genitals of both Alex and Forest.
Forest ventured once, asking, maybe begging is a better word, of Becky, "Any chance you might... let us in you, like, now?"
"Ah'm sorry, honey", Becky replied sweetly, "Just no time to do it durin' the break. Ah gotta go get the condoms, and it takes a while to fuck, and, right after fuckin', one wants to rest, you know, thirty minutes or so. But don't worry none, Ah'm a-gonna do it! Ah wants ya in me as bad as you wants in me, I guarantee! Let's just see what happens, come noon. Alrighty honey?"
Forest and Alex were okay, and hopeful, with that.

Certainly both Alex and Forest were craving the coming of noon, when, they hoped, Becky would try to make good on her promise to "let them in her". However, on this first day anyway, it was not to be.

First, just by way of checking up on the progress of his two temporary farm-hands, George came up into their field just after the noon hour.
"Fine job, gentlemen! Fine job!" George complimented, then added, "Just a little rough looking in spots back there where you all started, but I see you got the hang of it quickly, and, you're doing great now!"
"Thank you", and "Thanks Sir" and such came from Alex and Forest.

After he left, Becky grumbled just a bit, but still good natured, "He compliments y'all, but not a word to me."
"You're just a horse!" Alex joked.
"Ah'll horse you!" Becky retorted, but in good humor.
"Don't let him in you", Forest suggested, grinning.
"Thanks a lot, bozo!" Alex joke-replied to Forest.
"Yeah, Alex", Becky responded, grinning impishly as she released the harness from herself. Walking slowly, with hips waving, she slinked up to Alex, saying, "Ah ain't lettin' you in, unless you apologize fer that there horse statement..."
"I'm sorry!" Alex submissively said.
"That ain't enough!" Becky said as she came right up to Alex, looking slightly down upon him since she was slightly taller; and a lot beefier. She added, "You gotta kiss mah ass!"
"Uh..." Alex stammered.
"Get on yo knees and kiss it! Both cheeks, right on the back!", Becky ordered, as she turned her back to Alex. "Kiss 'em now, both of 'em. Good, hard, suckin' kisses!"

As Forest watched, laughing, Alex submissively did what he was told. He knelt down, leaned forward a bit and did just that, kissed each bun of Becky's big muscle butt.
"That weren't hard enough!" Becky chastised, "Kiss 'em again. Good, hard, suckin' kisses, Ah told ya!"

This time, with his hands on Becky's upper thighs for support, Alex leaned into her butt buns heavily and planted loud, "full-bodied" smooches on both of Becky's shapely (and sweaty, remember), butt buns.

"Good boy!" Becky pertly announced. She turned and ruffled his hair, "It's okay now, honey. You can stand up..."
Alex stood up while Forest still giggled.
Becky announced what Alex was hoping to hear, "When Ah can, Ah'll let ya in me. Just that... We gotta find the right time; Here comes mamma..."

They all turned to see that indeed, in the distance, entering the field, Felicity was coming, pulling a cart behind her. In the cart, in closed containers so that the bumpy trail would not spill it, was lunch for hungry Becky, Alex, and Forest.

Like breakfast, it was mostly vegetarian. There were scrambled eggs to "beef it up".
Generally speaking, Family farms and the farms within the "spiritualist communities" were only now recovering their livestock numbers. Meat, highly expensive and scarce before, unless one hunted, was only now beginning to become more available.

In Becky's farm's situation, they were beginning to grow a flock of chickens that would be later used as "fryers" or chickens for eating. They had no cows or hogs yet. The chipping laws of the years leading up to the cataclysms all but wiped out the raising of livestock on family farms and even by "casual farmers" (people with a little land that decide they will raise a few goats or chickens for themselves on). With most of the perpetrators of the globalist, controlist agendas now, hopefully, shark food, or at best, stranded, helpless without their global electronic, chip-based network infrastructure, everyone was now again able to raise livestock the way they wanted, free from the liberty-sucking tentacles of the past few years.

Felicity hung around quite a while making sure that the two hard working visitors to their farm were okay with the food and other conditions. After she left, then George came back with a few more instructions and then just hung around to chat a while. After that, there was little time left before roughly one-P.M. when they would get back to work.

"Can you let us in you now?" came a begging question from Alex, with Forest right behind him, to Becky.
Sweetly, she replied, "Ah'm so sorry! We gotta get back to work now in a few minutes. Ah think that tomorrow, mah folks won't be comin' around so much. It was just 'cause, it's y'all's first day. They is checkin' on this and that, making sure the plowin' and plantin's right and all, and that yo is fed and watered and, things like that. Tell you what, Ah is gonna do all Ah can to let y'all in me tonight. Okay honies?"
"Ooo, yes!" and "Wow!" and other such responses came from hopeful Alex and Forest.

The second half of the day was a bit shorter than the first half. This was by design, again, one of George's rules or suggestions. With the lunch break being situated slightly passed mid-work-day, it appears to help one psychologically.

They were out of the large fields by five-thirty, but there were still some tasks, miscellaneous in nature, to do. One of them was the daily check on the water level in the farm's bank of deep-cycle batteries. This was important to insure good storage capacity of the batteries, for that was the only way to have electricity at night, since obviously, the solar panels "go to sleep" at night and have no output.

On this day, because of the work, showers were done before supper. One would not want to soil up the chairs with the sweat and grime from a day in the fields. Alex and Forest pulled alternate bikinis out of their luggage because they felt they should not wear their thong bikinis, which leave their entire butts exposed, in front of George and Felicity. Even Becky, when she came out of the shower, was wearing a brief jean cut-off shorts and tank-top, like the outfit yesterday.

During the day of work, Alex had been wearing the red bikini as he did the day before, and Forest wore the green. After their showers, Forest wore a blue bikini, and Alex wore a maroon one.
This little habit did not escape Becky's eyes. She discretely pulled Alex and Forest aside in the hall. Smiling and with curiosity in her voice, she commented, first to Alex, "You always wear hot colors", and then turned to Forest and commented, "And you always wear cool colors. Is this some kind of habit with y'all?"
Alex chuckled, and explained, "As you noticed, Forest and I look very much alike. You thought we were twins, even. It is kind of odd. Well, to help people tell us apart, Forest and I agreed to do this warm or cool color thing. Forest, from cool or chilly Seattle, when it existed that is, wears cool colors. I, who came from Florida, wear the warm colors."
"Huh!" Becky laughed, "That is useful. Sho'nuff, Ah have been kinda checkin' yo bikinis before I calls ya by name!"

Supper was again mostly vegetables. Felicity did manage, however, bits of chicken stirred into a mostly vegetable dish. The chicken in this case, was bought from a grocery store during one of their once-in-a-blue-moon times when they actually had something like meat.

On days where there is really hard work, Becky does not go on her wild bicycle rides out in the fields. After supper, she smiled at Forest and Alex, winked at them, then went to her bedroom.

Alex and Forest perhaps hoped they correctly interpreted the meaning of Becky's wink. They too retired to their bedroom, supposedly to sleep. They changed to their sleeping thongs and laid down... to wait...

At that time the evening was blue-dark. The day indeed had taken a lot out of them and very quickly, Alex and Forest unknowingly fell asleep.

Taking a peek in Becky's room as a point of consciousness, it is seen that Becky too, had striped naked and laid down to, maybe, await her parents to retire to their bed room. But unknowingly, Becky also fell asleep.
But don't worry, oh reader, that is just the way the human body works. It will pull someone to sleep quickly after a day's hard labor. Sleep cycles are ninety minutes long, or that is, an hour and a half long. After two such cycles, or three hours, the brain has enough sleep and, on top of that, the genitals of all three began making demands...

"Are you awake?" Forest whispered across the space between them to Alex.
The mid-night moon light was streaming through the window and right on Alex's butt. He was sleeping on his tummy at the moment and uncovered. The moonlight dramatically enhanced the lines of his narrow waist, shapely butt, and upper thighs.

Apparently not asleep, Alex stirred and answered, "Not really. I could use a fuck, quite frankly."
"Gees! Me too!" Forest agreed, "That darn thing's pounding away, it woke me up and it's making me crazy! And that isn't helping!"
"What?", Alex asked.
"Your gol-dang curvy ass!" Forest replied, almost as if complaining.
"Oh no!" Alex moaned, "Let's not get in to that again!"
"Well, like it or not, you've got a sexy ass, and it reminds me of Becky's" Forest insisted, in a complaining tone.
"Well, you've got a butt and thighs on you that...", Alex began, than continued, "You could be an erotic dancer, if those places still existed!" Alex replied, in a retorting manner.
Alex reached over and pinched one of Forest's butt buns.
"Erotic dancer for who?" Forest asked, "Women? Or gays?"
"Either one, whatever!" Alex replied, "Whatever's wired to appreciate a slender-waisted, curvy butted, shapely thighed male!"
"And you along side me!" Forest added.
"Are we like, complimenting each other? Or putting each other down?" Alex asked jokingly.
"Depends on..." Forest began, than stopped suddenly, when both of them were startled by a knock on the window sill from outside...

Oh brother! And to think I'M the one who taught this guy HTML through my books! I think I better not write any more of those! Sheesh!

They ducked a bit, and Alex rolled away so that he was no longer in the moon light.

"It's me!" came a hushed but familiar and welcomed voice.
Indeed, Becky stalked up to their window, from hers, and was seeking entrance...

"WHOA!" and "OOO!" went both guys when they noted the big, hefty firm chest and breasts of Becky were uncovered... And her soft brown hair lay about her shoulders, as she had taken out her pigtails.

"Stop carryin' on and take the screen off!", Becky ordered, as both Alex and Forest crawled up to the window.
"How?" Alex asked.
"Them there... things there", Becky pointed out, "See 'em?"
"Oh! I see...", Alex replied.
"Now, pull 'em up, and push the screen out..." Becky instructed.

Alex did so, and the screen did come out. Becky took the screen and place it to the side and crawled in. And, not only was she topless, but completely nude.

Whispering or using a hushed voice, Becky proclaimed, "Ah has been waitin' fer this and starvin' fer it, fer ever! Ah'm gonna fuck y'all's brains out!"

That's all those guys had to hear. They were overjoyed to the point of almost forgetting to keep their voices down.

"Shhh! You bone heads!" Becky chastised severely, but whispering, "Now, which one goes in me first?"

Both guys were obviously amazed at Becky's size and build when seen in a small room. A lot of oooing and "whoa" and "ah" sounds were being expressed. Becky kept having to say "Shhh!"

"Alright, y'all!" Becky instructed, "Y'all ain't in no shape to decide. Ah'll do it fer ya! Let's see, Ah needs somethin' flat so Ah can flip it..."
"I got a few gold coins here..." Forest said, reaching in his luggage. He brought it out and gave it to Becky.

"Yo is heads", she said to Alex, "And yo is tails!" she said to Forest.

Becky flipped it and it landed and settled tails up.

"Get on yo back!" Becky ordered Forest while actually pushing him down on his back, on his mat.
"Ah'm gonna put this on ya..." Becky advised, as she rolled a condom over Forest's throbbing genital. "And... you... uh..." Becky could not tell the guys apart, due to the darkness and the fact that both of their thongs were white.

"Which one are you?" she asked of Alex.
"I'm Alex" Alex replied, identifying himself.
"Okay then, yo is next!" Becky ordered.

"Oh lordy have mercy!" Becky huffed, "This is gonna be heaven!..."

Forest looked sort of small and helpless, on his back, under the big, muscular and tough Becky. Triceps poked out of her solidly built arms as she lowered herself down over him. Her big muscle-butt quivered and flexed as she positioned her cunt over his mid section. Her huge thighs and big arms straddled Forest, almost blocking him from Alex's view.

Becky's vagina, already soaked with secretions produced from extreme arousal, found Forest's genital and slurped it up rather loudly. A lot of her secretions were displaced and fell upon Forest's crotch area and mat. Becky moaned loudly from the ecstasy of at last feeding her roaring furnace.

Becky wasted no time in pounding away over Forest. He was moaning quietly and huffing too, but also grunting as a result of having to hold firm against what turned out to be a very forceful series of downward thrusts on his genital. So forceful were they, that he was being moved small amounts footward on his mat with each of Becky's down-thrusts.

"Wow" Alex breathed and then softly advised, "Take it easy on him".

Becky was out of control. Her humping became frenzied, and she huffed and moaned louder and louder.

As orgasm apparently blasted through her, she screeched loud a couple times. The muscles of her big muscle-butt were rippling furiously. The muscles in her arms bulged as she held tight. Forest was being pounded.

Alex heard a "You're hurting me" come from under her, muffled by her hair, as it covered his face. Becky was coming out of the peak of her orgasm and settling her huge body over Forest.

Becky huffed and wheezed out hefty whispers expressing "OOO! Oh Gosh! Lord a-mercy, that felt GOOD!"

Becky continued humping, but more slowly and gentler. She still moaned quietly as she eked out every drop of her orgasm.

Finally, she asked helpless Forest underneath her, "You okay, honey?"
"A little bruised" Forest replied in a quivery voice, "I thought my dick was going to pulled off."
"Oh, oh, Ah'm sorry, honey!" Becky whispered, "Ah just got outa control. Gosh darn! It felt so super-duper-awfully good! So, did ya dump yet? Ah notice yo is goin' soft in me."
"Actually" Forest replied in a shaky voice, "I didn't... I got a little scared. My dick went down from fear... sort of..."
"Oh, honey!" Becky sweetly said, "Ah is so, so sorry!"

Becky eased herself off Forest, letting out his now limp genital.
"Got any tissues?" Becky asked.

Alex handed Becky tissues which she used to wipe off Forest and herself of profuse sexual secretions all of which, apparently, were hers.

Again, Becky apologized in a voice so sweet, "Ah'm sorry, honey!"
"That's okay", Forest assured, "Boy! You're a hand-full!"
"Ah'm sorry!" Becky said again sweetly, "I shoulda gone easy on ya, but it just felt so blasted GOOD! OOO! Yo cock is nice and big, until Ah scared ya and it went down."

Alex was suffering from a terrible erection. In a quivering voice, he begged, "Can I go in you, now?"
"You sho can, honey!" Becky replied pertly, voicing a bit instead of whispering, such was the enthusiasm of her answer.

"Can I, like, fuck on top?" Alex hesitantly asked.
"Ah likes bein' on top", Becky replied, "Don't worry, honey, I'll be gentler. You see, Ah is already relieved a bit, so, Ah'll be able to control mah-self. Now, get on yo back..."

Alex, perhaps nervous of the same beating Forest got, accepted going under the big amazon. Becky straddled him with her thighs, standing on her knees. "Ah's gonna put this on ya...", and then she rolled down a condom onto Alex's genital.

Becky lowered herself over Alex.

Alex must have been surprised at just how huge and powerful Becky was, now that she was close and over him. Her shoulders were broad and sturdy. Strong muscles bristled in her shoulders as she lowered herself down to him, then up a little again, as in a pushup. Heat came off her body. Alex must have felt her weight and strength.

"Gol-dang! You're big!" Alex breathed.
"Don't fret none, honey", Becky reassured, "Ah'll be gentle..."

Becky's hungry vagina found Alex's genital and eagerly slurped it in.
Alex groaned from the ecstasy as did Becky. Indeed, Becky was somewhat more restrained, especially at first.

Her humping on Alex became fairly furious however as orgasm built up and blew up in her. Alex hammered away himself as he orgasmed. Alex struggled to keep his voice down as he moaned and huffed from the ecstasy.

Forest watched both Becky and Alex come to near simultaneous orgasms. Alex looked swallowed up underneath Becky but seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.
Both simmered down, huffing, blowing, and expressing in husky whispers how good it felt.

Watching Alex and Becky brought up another erection for Forest.
As Becky calmed down, Forest begged, "Can I... come in you?"
"Sure, honey!" Becky replied, somewhat breathlessly, as she eased herself off Alex. She wiped herself and Alex off with tissues.

"May I fuck on top?", Forest begged.

Still straddling Alex with her thighs and standing on her knees, Becky tilted her head and considered... then finally answered, "Okay, honey, Ah'll let ya on top. This time. Let me put on another condom..."
"Can't just use this one?", Forest asked.
"No, better not", Becky advised, "Let me put a new one on ya..."

Becky got off Alex, grabbed another condom, opened it and rolled it on Forest's genital after he removed the crumpled remains of the last one.

Becky then laid down and rolled over onto her back on the bare floor between Alex's and Forest's mats. "Come on, honey-sugar, Ah'm ready", she invited sweetly.

Obviously excited, Forest climbed over Becky's husky body and eased his re-hardened genital in. He groaned from the ecstasy. Becky whispered an utterance of pleasure. She gently embraced Forest and guided him.

Becky let Forest have at it until he orgasmed. Forest began to simmer down when Becky asked, "Can you keep on humpin'? Ah got another one a-comin'"

Forest complied the best he could, but as Becky became a bit furious, Forest perhaps became scared again and his genital softened.

"Ooo! Land sakes!" Becky huffed, "Ah gotta get this one out!"

She pushed Forest off her as she got up. Becky headed for the window, saying, "Y'all wait, Ah is gonna show y'all something."

Becky climbed out the window, climbed in her bedroom window, retrieved her "toy" from its hiding place, and brought it into the room with the guys.

"Now, y'all watch this...", Becky whispered heavily.
"Wow!" Alex remarked, having recovered from orgasm, "Is that a fake dick?"
"Sho-nuff!" Becky pertly replied, "Ah made it mah-self!".
"That's a big one!" Alex commented, and added, "Bigger than ours..."
"Don't y'all worry none 'bout that", Becky assured, "Yo dicks is plenty big. Ah just made this extra big so Ah can get off fast. Y'all watch, now..."

Becky clamped it to the side and at the top of a short drawer set. She lowered her burning vagina on it and completely over it, and humped away, in front of the guys.

Quickly, Becky was at a furious level of humping. She let herself go full power since she did not have to worry about "fragile" Alex and Forest underneath her. She humped so hard, the drawer-set moved around, tilted at times and nearly fell over once. When Becky was smacked with a hard and fast orgasm, her humping broke the edge of the drawer-set, leaving the artificial genital to dangle from her vagina. Grabbing it with her hands, she held it while she humped more until her orgasm passed. She continued to hold and thrust the unit gently for a while longer to eke out all of the pleasure of her orgasm.

Huffing and panting with sweat beginning to form on her muscular body, Becky eased the artificial genital out of her vagina and announced, "Okay, Whew! Okay... Y'all is safe now. Ah is gonna fuck y'all every night like this. But I'll be gentle, cause, Ah ain't so wound up no more!"
"Wow" and "Ooo" came from the guys as they contemplated what she said and watched her powerful form in the moon light. She wiped herself off and her toy.

Becky then sat on the floor with her back to the wall and slumped in front of the window. The window sill was low enough to allow Becky, while sitting on the floor with her huge legs in front of her and spread, to lay her arms on the sill, and to lay her head back a bit. In this way Becky relaxed, warm in gratification.

Before long, she was genuinely completely relaxed and snoring a bit even. Her legs relaxed spread apart, allowing her rugged vagina to air out and cool off. Of course, the guys had this sight to deal with. It threatened to give them erections once more.

But, the exertions of the previous day's labor and the sexual activity allowed the guys to just lay back on their mats, close their eyes, and, with the site of that big, muscular amazon spread out all over the place shut out, finally find sleep.

The guys were awakened momentarily by the fact that their mats, first Alex's and then Forest's, were moving. They were being pulled closer by Becky. She had awakened and was now pulling the mats closer together. Her muscles bulged as she pulled the mats with Alex or Forest on them with ease. With the mats together, Becky settled in between the guys. With their bodies now contacting hers, Becky fell back to sleep. Alex and Forest soon slept too with the warmth of big amazon Becky next to them.

The next thing any of the three knew is that their door was being rapped upon by Felicity, Becky's mother, to wake up the guys. "Rise and shine, you all. Breakfast is about ready."
They heard another rapping, further away, "Up and at 'em girl!" issued Felicity's sterner order to, supposedly, Becky, whom she had no idea was not in there... Or did she? Felicity added, "If you're in there, that is..."

Both Becky and the guys sleep with the doors locked.

Becky had been laying on her side at that moment, facing Forest, with one of her huge legs laying over him along with her husky arm also over Forest in a loose embrace. Alex had received this "big, sleeping-amazon-hug" earlier as well. As she tossed and turned, sometimes she was on her back, other times on one or the other side. When on her side, whomever man she was facing, she generally draped herself over.

Upon hearing the morning call, Becky rose up to a sitting position quickly from her position between the guys. Accustomed to getting up early, she had no trouble with lingering drowsiness.

"Get up, bone heads!" Becky forcefully ordered Alex and Forest in a whisper.
Alex sleepily but enthusiastically commented, "Oh wow!, we slept all night with this big nude lady!"
"SSHHH! Befo Ah slaps ya!" Becky admonished, "You want mah folks to hear?"
"Sorry, ma'am! Sorry!" Alex submissively said in a whisper.
"Aw, sugar", Becky softened her tone, "It's okay..." and she kissed Alex lightly on the forehead.
Hmm! That did make it okay for him.

Becky then stood completely up, spread her legs some and stretched big and majestic, displaying her awesome body and powerful musculature. She stretched her arms over her then brought them down to something of a "muscle-pose", balling up her biceps huge.

"Good heavens!" breathed Forest, whispering, "Look at that!"
"I wonder how big her biceps are", Alex whispered.
"May we measure? Becky?" Forest hesitantly asked.
"You mean, measure mah arms? Sho! Go ahead!" Becky cheerfully answered in whispers.

Forest searched his luggage and found a tape-measure. A measurement of Becky's biceps, when flexed, showed just over sixteen inches.

"Good heavens to Betsy!" Alex exclaimed, almost forgetting to whisper.
"That's why she's so powerful!" Forest commented, "At the plow, and, when... in sex! Golly! She'll pound you into the floor!"

Becky turned to Forest, gently took him up in her arms and hugged him, not real tight, but warm and long. Becky cooed, "Ah'm sorry, honey-sugar! Ah'll be gentle with ya from now on!"
"Okay" came a muffled but happy response from Forest, buried in Becky's bosom.
"Could ya..." Alex began, "Hug me like that?"

Becky gently released Forest, turned to Alex and took him up in her arms for the same treatment, cooing, "Sure, honey!"
Alex basked in Becky's soul-warming hug until she gently "released" him.
She bid the guys, "Y'all, Ah gots to get back to mah room and dress! See y'all in a bit!" She then air-kissed them, took up her "toy" and, leaning over, worked her huge body through the window to the blue darkness of six-thirty A.M. She replaced the screen, giving it a push. It snapped into place with no need from the guys to secure it.
They watched the statuesque Becky stroll with big, thigh-muscle-rippling, muscle-butt-jiggling strides to her own bedroom window and climb in.

"Good heavens!" Alex breathed and gasped and said again, "Good golly heavens!"
"She couldn't be from this world!" was a rather strange statement from Forest. "She is too special! So awesome! So powerful! I've never seen a woman like that! Golly! Gol-dang!"
"What I've never seen is", Alex began, "Is a woman as craving for sex, or more so, than me... or us. Wow! And she handles BOTH of us, no problem!"
"That amazon queen could handle a hundred men!" Forest exclaimed in hushed tones.
"And how about that hand-made thing of hers!" Alex whispered, "That cock she 'made' for herself is way bigger than ours! And to think she made it herself!"
"And look at how she busted the set-o-drawers" Forest said, pointing out the damage done the night before.
"She's brutally strong!" Alex breathed in awe, "That's all there is to it!"
"Gees, I don't know about sex with that... that muscle woman", Forest began, "I took a beating!"
"Oh, I think she will indeed be gentler from now on." Alex assured, "I got through it okay; although, it did get a little rough."
"Sure, you got through it!", Forest reminded, "I took the brunt of it!"
"Oh, I don't know..." Alex considered, "At one point, she got kind of carried away. I just hung onto her body really tight, to the point I was partially off the ground. Just kinda ride her like... like a rodeo cowboy rides a bucking horse."
"Oh man! Her body drives me nuts!" Forest insisted, "but going under her for sex is going to be just a bit scary!"
"Nah! Don't be such a pansy! I enjoyed every minute of it!" Alex asserted."
"Well, I still say I got the worst of her pent up horniness."
"Well, let's just be sure to, uh, like, 'feed' her every day", Alex advised, "Then she'll be able to control herself better. And, if it'll make you feel safer, I'll take her on first, from now on."
"Okay, buddy!" Forest happily agreed.

The two guys exchanged their white thongs for their day bikinis, the blue one for Forest, and the maroon one for Alex.
"Now she can tell us apart!" joked Alex.
"Yeah!" agreed Forest.

Additionally, the guys slipped on tank-tops for presentation at the breakfast table.

Simultaneously, Becky, in her room, strung on (not wore, that is not accurate. Really, more like "strung" on) that same set of strings and vaginal patch she wore yesterday. She had washed it, easily and quickly done, while in her shower, and strung it out on something in her room to dry. It dried in a couple hours.
Becky strung that on in seconds, slipped on a tank-top that showed plenty of flat, abs-bumpy tummy along with her navel, and went out for breakfast.

George was outside tending their horse. Felicity, in a matter-of-fact tone, asked, "Enjoy fucking with our guests?"
Surprised, Becky responded, "How'd you know... uh, that is... Ah didn't... Oh, okay..."
"I heard those screams of pleasure! Almost woke up your dad. Did you do it safely?" Felicity asked.
"Uh, yeah, mom", Becky replied softly, "Ah did use condoms. Ah made sho they was rubbered up".
"Well, okay", Felicity replied calmly and with understanding, "You long have been an adult, and maybe it is time you found someone. They look like they're pretty good folks. The only problem is, which one?"
"What do ya mean? They is both good!" Becky replied.
"No, I mean, if you marry, which one will it be?"
"Both!" Becky simply and forcefully said.
"You can't do that!" Felicity pointed out, "You're allowed to marry only one man."
"Marryin' laws is government. And Ah hate government after what they done to us and everyone else. Screw them. Besides there ain't no mo government. They was all dunked into the ocean, right along with that stupid-ass Washington. Ah'll take 'em both. They need me!"
"Becky! Watch your tongue! And at least show some respect for the passed-on", Felicity admonished, "Washington may have been full of nit-wits, but that must have been horrible for the very ground to give way and to be crushed and washed away under all them waves."
"They probably brought it on themselves!" Becky stated firmly, "You heard Alex and Forest! And even dad."
"Yeah..." Felicity softly responded while she pondered a minute, "Those gentlemen do have some interesting ideas".
"They is smart, as well as sexy!" Becky stated simply.
"And, you plan, at this point anyway, to marry them both?" Felicity inquired.
"There ain't no mo marriage laws", Becky asserted, "Ah'll do what's best fer them. They is kinda delicate, and they need mah care and protection. Ah'll hep them get a little stronger. Ah is keepin' them both!"
"Okay, okay, princess!" Felicity smiled, "Just see how it goes, and use your judgement."

Alex and Forest came out, and Becky ogled them up and down as they came up to the breakfast table in their navel-exposing tank-tops-over-bikinis.

"Hey, honies!" Becky sweetly greeted them, "Y'all hungry?"
"Sure am!" Alex replied.
"Me too!" Forest added.

Later, George joined them and they had a nice breakfast. And they had more talk about past times and the cruddy nature of the now-gone government and present conditions.

Just a couple high points...

Alex asked George, "Are your animals still chipped? Just wondering."
"The newer hatchling chicks are not. The older rooster is, and the horse is. Some of the older chickens too, that is, the ones we began our present flock with", George answered.
Alex asked further, "Do you plan to have them removed?"
"No..." George replied, considering it himself, "I don't think so. It would be expensive, and it risks infection. The chips are long settled in. And they are harmless, in themselves. There's no one or anything to monitor them with. All the monitoring substations have been vandalized by citizens... including me... and outside of that, the world-wide monitoring network no longer exists. Why, there are no more satellites, all communication with Europe is gone, except for ham radio. Most of Europe itself is gone, for that matter. Good riddance, I say."
"George!" admonished Felicity, "Respect for the passed-on!"
"Sorry. But in all due respect, we, what's left of the United States, and what's left of the world, are all better off without that world government nonsense. Their infrastructure is no more, the European Union is a thing of the past, and thank the heavens that when New York fell into the sea, one good thing is that, that dadblamed United Nations center was taken with it. The world is really better off without them!"

"Any chance, you think, we'll ever see power-company electricity again, or gasoline, again?" Forest asked later.
"All ports and pipelines have been wiped out", George reminded them, "It'll be years or decades before there is, even increased, oil again. They are pumping, here locally, as much as possible. They are getting a little oil from Kentucky, Tennessee, Missouri and West Virginia, places like that. They are turning coal into diesel and gasoline. That will help. But it's all going to be very limited, highly expensive, and highly rationed, from now on. Hospitals, emergency services and trucking are all going to be given priority. The rest of us... Well, we'll have to ride bikes or horses, and maybe, once in a blue-moon, grow and gather up enough alcohol for something of a day-trip by car."

Later, it was back to the fields they went.
Becky peeled off her tank-top, doing it slow and sexy and in full view of the guys. She winked at them and watched the humps in their bikinis form.
Alex and Forest took off their tank tops as well, because yesterday they had not a need for them starting even, from the very point they finished walking to the field. So this day, they just left them behind. Becky agreed with their decision.

George and his plow-puller horse, along with Felicity, went to one field, while Becky, Alex and Forest went to the other. Again, Becky wheeled the plow-set to the field with a sack of seed strapped to it. Alex and Forest, following behind her, admired Becky's muscular physique, her rippling thighs and jiggling butt as she walked to the field.

The rear view of Becky was completely unimpeded. Mere strings ran up and down her husky back and wide, muscle-laced hips. Her huge, brown, muscle-rippling butt concealed the slender string that ran down under her crotch.

That morning George did not come since he apparently assumed Alex and Forest now knew what they were doing. That day as well, they were further up the field where they would pick up where they stopped the day before.

Becky took the wheels off the plow-set and handed the sack of seed and a cup to hold small amounts of seed to Forest. The bag was heavy so the cup is used to hold enough seed for a few furrows. Every so often, the cup would be refilled from the bag.

As Becky harnessed her big, practically naked body to the plow, with Alex taking control of the plow first, Becky pointed out, "We're much deeper in the field now. We got them there trees and woods to hide us. Plus, dad ain't gonna be checkin' on y'all 'cause, he knows you know how to do it. That means we can fuck, come lunch!"

"OOoo! Wow!" Alex breathed."
"Y'all wanna fuck, don't ya? Come lunch?" Becky asked, perhaps rhetorically, expecting what the answer would be.

Alex's genital had struggled out of his bikini and was fairly high up. In fact he replied, referring to it, "Does this answer your question?"
"It sho does!" Becky responded pertly, nodding her head with her pigtails bouncing with it. She asked Forest, "How 'bout you, honey-sweety Forest? You still scared?"

Forest had a sizable hump in his bikini which he was trying to keep in place. But "it" kept escaping. He replied, "No, I'm not scared, but I am going to let Alex go first".
"HAH HAH HAH!", Becky guffawed loudly, "Alrighty sugar! That's okay!"
Forest continued to try to get his genital to stay in his bikini. But it was getting more ridged, turning it into an almost impossible task.
"Just leave it out, honey!" Becky suggested, "Ah loves seein' it!"
"Yeah, egg-head!", Alex added speaking to Forest, "I'm leaving mine out! It'll go down when we start working. She's making us crazy with that fantastic body of hers, so let's make her crazy!"

And with that, Alex squirmed and writhed in the manner of an erotic dancer, flexing his slender tummy, demonstrating it's flexibility, turned around, waved his butt around towards Becky, humped at the air with his genital now fully up and other such highly suggestive movements.

"WHOOEEE!", Becky whooped, "Yo is gonna get raped if'n you keep that up! That's fo sure!"

As an answer to Alex's little impromptu performance, Becky temporarily dropped her plow harness and wiggled and squirmed around herself. She grabbed her crotch and humped a few times. The little patch over her vagina became soaked.

Uh-oh, it did not look good... Becky quit that and with a lusting, serious look on her face, approached Alex. Becky reached up and unstrung her bathing suit... that term used loosely here... dropped the strings and pulled the patch off her vagina. Alex backed away. So did Forest.
"Uh, you ever been raped by a woman?" asked Forest in a quivering voice.
"No, uh, not really..." Alex nervously said.
"I ain't raping ya", Becky huffed, wracked with libido at that moment.

With Alex away from the handles of the plow, Becky, looking at Alex and Forest with hunger in her eyes, stood in front of the plow handles. She stretched magnificently, including raising her solid, shapely arms over her head which she then brought down with a biceps-balling muscle pose. Alex's genital was way out and fully erected, as was Forest's. Yet, they were skittish of powerful Becky.

"Come over here, guys, behind me", Becky ordered in a libido-shaken voice, "Ah wants y'all to see this..."

Keeping their distance, Alex and Forest circled around to the side of the plow where Becky had backed up her muscle-butt to the handles of. Becky spread her big legs and bent over, showing a thoroughly soaked, dripping vagina. She took up a stance where one foot was ahead of the other, spread legged, and with her hands on her knees for support. In this bent-over position, she backed up, and her vagina hole ate up one of the plow's handles. Some fifteen inches of it disappeared into Becky's well. Vaginal secretions gushed out, displaced by the handle.
Becky began furious humping. She held the plow steady by gripping the other handle with her hand. Her humping shoved the plow-share-blade into the ground, thereby anchoring it firmly for Becky's roaring orgasm.

When orgasm exploded in her, she let it out full power. Her piercing screeches echoed off the surrounding woods. Her big brown butt flew back and forth on the hapless plow handle. Butt muscles rippled and her thigh muscles and arm muscles hung tense. Vaginal juice sprinkled all around from the fury. Her pigtails whipped around furiously. The handle itself was emitting creaking noises. Alex and Forest crowded in for a closer look at her huge vagina devouring the handle.

Becky came through her ferocious orgasm huffing and panting out, "OH! OH Mah goodness! Good-gosh lord-a-mercy! OH! That felt powerful GOOD! Oh man! Whooee!"

She continued slow humping, getting that last drop of goodness out of her orgasm. Finally, she eased the handle out of her dripping wet vagina and slowly stood up.

"Oh MAN! That felt GOOD!" she exclaimed, still panting. "Okay now, Forest. Given that Ah did that, and come noon, the mornin's work will have taken some force outa me, and given that Alex will fuck first, you should be safe. Whew! Man! Okay, honey-sugar?"
"Uh, um... Wow..." Forest laughed nervously, "Okay!"

Both Alex and Forest had pounding erections. Becky turned toward them, saw their erections and commented, "Now who's making who crazy!? Alex?"

"WOW!" Alex could only say.

"Don't you EVER try somethin' like that again, you hear me!?" Becky warned. She stood there with her hands on her wide, sturdy hips with legs spread while vaginal secretions dripped down. Becky added, "That's a good way to get raped! If this here thing hadn't been here", she indicated the plow's handle, "Ah most certainly woulda raped yo ass!"
"Uh, just wondering", Alex nervously ventured, "How... would you have done that?"

Alex may have been trying to picture how a woman would rape a man. Ferocious and powerful though Becky may be, she does not, after all, have a... projection to force in anywhere...

"You don't wanna find out!" Warned Becky.

Becky had tossed her "bathing suit" into the grass of the part of the field not yet plowed. She picked it up saying, "Ah don't really wanna wear this, but, Ah never know when mah dad or mom might come in here..."

Becky restrung her bathing suit back on. The vaginal patch was soaked anyway, so resoaking it on her drenched vagina did not matter. Becky reached up and behind with her arms, making sure to ball up her biceps for the guys to see, for the task of repositioning and straightening out her pigtails which had been disheveled by being whipped around during her orgasm.

"Uh, what about this?" Alex asked, pointing out the soaked plow handle.

With her hands on her hips, and legs spread, now with her bathing suit back in place, she replied to Alex with an impish grin, "That there is yo problem, you hip squirming, butt flashing slut! You is already lucky you didn't get raped! Take yo bitty panties off and wipe it off with that."

At last, Becky reharnessed herself to the plow. Alex did as suggested. He stripped his bikini, wiped off the handle, and put the secretions-wet bikini back on.
"Well, it's going to get wet with sweat anyway", Alex stated.

Then, Forest stripped his bikini as well and wiped off the handle. Alex's did not get it all before it was soaked.
Alex looked at Forest and smiled, "Well, thank you!"
"I thought it might need additional cleaning", Forest suggested as he wore back his secretion-wet bikini. Becky watched all that with lusting interest and with a wry grin.

"Okay then!" Becky pertly said, "Y'all ready?"

And at that, they got to work.

The morning went by with fifty minutes of work, ten minutes of rest, followed by another fifty minutes of work and a ten minute rest and on until, at one point after completing a "return" furrow, Becky announced, "Alright fellas, time for lunch! And fucking!".

Forest, who had been guiding the plow at that point and had a sizable hump in his bikini, asked, "How do you know it's noon?"
"Just approximate", Becky sweetly replied, "I tell from the shadows, the sun and other stuff."

Becky removed the harness from her powerful, sweating body. Her tan skin glistened in the sun, enhancing her muscles and golden tan.

Becky stepped away from the plow-set, spread her legs and stretched in that way she does, generally ending up with a muscle-pose with her biceps flexed full and hard, and of course, always making sure Alex and Forest can see it all.
"WHOEEE!" Becky exclaimed, "Y'all ready to plug me up!?... Aw shit! I forgot mah condoms! Wait y'all, Ah'll be back in a few minutes..."

Becky began a run, her big strong legs taking her quickly off before Alex could stop her momentarily with "Wait! Where are you going?"
"To the house to bring the condoms", Becky replied, "Ah meant to hide 'em somewhere and bring 'em this mornin', but Ah forgot."
"You're going all the way back to the house?" Alex asked.
"Sho-nuff honey!", Becky replied, "Don't worry honey-sugars, Ah'll be back very soon!"

After that, Becky's powerful legs sent her flying.

As "we" follow her as a speck of consciousness, it is hard keeping up with her even in that simple form...
Large, supple, honed muscles in Becky's legs and butt made giant leaps, big-strided runs and just plain opening up on straighter trails to a blazing speed, effortlessly possible. She leapt over a ditch to short cut, jumped over furrows of other fields, leapt over a fence two separate times. On a final trail to the house, she bore down to a blazing run where she attained over thirty miles per hour.

She zoomed past a gate and on into the yard of their house, and skidded to a stop, kicking up a lot of dust and causing pebbles to fly. She turned sharply, grabbed her bicycle out of a shed, jumped on it and was about to zoom out when she screeched to a stop, mumbling, "Dang it! Ah forgot what Ah came for!"

Becky ran into the house and to her room, retrieved the remaining three condoms and zoomed back out. She jumped on her bicycle and roared off. She exerted so much torque, the bicycle wheel literally spun, spraying pebbles and dust.

On the main trail out, she made thirty-five miles per hour. She cannot jump fences or over ditches on the bicycle, so she careened around corners wildly, and each time, accelerated hard, spinning out her wheel with the accompanying spray of dirt and gravel.

She came blowing into the field, along the fence and on up to Alex and Forest, who were surprised to see her back so quick!
Always showing off, Becky bore down on the pedals, making a final sprint of twenty-five miles per hour over the rough, grassy ground, toward the guys. They backed off, just as Becky jockeyed her bicycle sideways and, with a nearly horizontal bank, "scraped" to a stop, digging up grass and launching pebbles and dirt ahead of her... or, to the side of her, as the case was; that is to say, in front of the direction of her motion, sideways though it may have been.

Panting, the wild lady jumped off and jogged toward them. "Ah wanna FUCK!" Becky simply demanded, "Alex, you going first?"

Alex backed off a bit, expressing "Wow" softly. He was amazed, awed and maybe intimidated by this high-energy, wild muscular woman, who was now approaching him with her eyes expressing lust and her hips waving. Huge supple muscles rippled in her thighs.

But, caring as well, Becky saw Alex's hesitance. Alex had backed away some, and Forest was behind him.
"Oh, honey-sugars!" Becky cooed sweetly, "Ah's scarin' y'all again? Alright, Ah tell you what..."

Becky turned, giving the guys a chance to see her powerful physique's rear view, and retrieved her bicycle. She rolled the bicycle toward them.

"Befo y'all came, Ah used ta go in the fields every evening to just ride around, and most evenings, while by mah self in the fields way back, Ah'd also do this..."

Becky positioned her bicycle more or less three-quarters rearward toward the guys, so that they had a view of the rear and side of her bicycle, and herself. Becky propped her bicycle, and released the strings of her "bathing suit" from her big shoulders. Upon removing that, so that she was then naked, Becky re-straddled her bicycle, but did not mount the seat. Holding on to the handlebars, she bent way over and eased her huge, wet vagina hole over the horn of the bicycle saddle.

Big wide blue eyes of both Forest and Alex watched as Becky's voracious cunt ate the entire horn of her saddle. Copious vaginal secretions were displaced as the saddle horn found itself in Becky's cave. Moaning and huffing, Becky began serious humping on her bicycle saddle. Forest and Alex moved in closer to see the spectacle of Becky's heavy-duty vagina devour something so big. She managed to get her vagina almost half way across the entire saddle. Her humping grew to furious, and the whole bicycle was being shaken, and it was issuing forth a lot of creaking sounds.

This is not Becky, but another gal that discovered this method of self-gratification too. I wish to heck I could render a "custom" picture of Becky, in this activity and others, but the dam making a living time-rat-hole prevents me from getting to it.

DAM stupid making a living! Such a terrible block to my creativity. Dam crying shame! It's a DAM WASTE OF TIME! GRRR!

Okay, okay. I better get back to the story before my cussing raises the devil itself...

Orgasm blasted through Becky, and she let loose with ear piercing screams. Her yelling echoed off the surrounding forests. The bicycle looked about ready to shake apart.

Becky slowed down her humping and huffed out a plenitude of expressions of how good it felt. She concluded with "And Ah can't get enough of it!"

Becky dismounted her bicycle, panting, and for the most part, relieved. She then asked, "Well, Alex, sugar! You wanna fuck now? Sho looks like it!"

Becky slinked towards Alex, slowly, confidently. Alex was ready with a pounding erection.
"Even after that, you still want to fuck?" Alex asked, awed of Becky's apparent sexual capacity.
"Ah could fuck all day, sugar!" Becky assured. Becky asked, "Ah tell you what, since Ah don't want ya laying in the grass and dirt, come over here. Ah'll bend over on this here branch, and you fuck from behind... And slam it in, honey, I can take everything you can give!"

Alex, with Forest behind him, followed Becky to the edge of the woods, where there was a large, low branch, at about the level of a table. When they got there, Becky, with a condom ready and in hand, leaned forward and rolled it over Alex's throbbing genital. As she leaned, she gave Alex a gentle kiss on his forehead. She muttered sweetly, "Precious sugar!"

Becky turned and leaned over the branch, exposing her huge vagina for Alex to have fun with.

With Forest looking on with great interest, Alex came up to Becky's rear and hesitated. He knelt, and kissed each of Becky's muscle-butt-buns. Becky expressed, "Well thank you, sugar! That so sweet!", then continued to wait for Alex's entrance.

Alex stood, leaned over a bit and eased his genital in. "Oooohhh man!", he groaned. Becky's vagina literally sucked it up. Alex leaned over Becky's sturdy back for support and began humping hard.

Becky held firm and moved her big butt opposit of Alex's humps to encourage the deepest possible penetration. "OHH Gol-dang!" Alex wailed, "It feels like somethin's grabbin' it! It's like I'm being taken over!... AAHHH!!!" and then Alex succumbed to insane yelling from the ecstasy of orgasm. Becky began screeching too, as orgasm apparently surged through her as well.

Both Becky and Alex simmered down, with the humping becoming slow and deep. Alex panted, huffed and sweat. Finally, he eased out. He stumbled over to a grassy area next to a tree, pulled the crumpled condom off, sat down with his back to the tree and passed out.

Becky remained bowed over the tree limb panting. At last, she stood up, faced Forest who was still standing there, absolutely awed, and stretched, majestic and slow, ending up with a display of awesome muscles.

"C... can you, can you still fuck?" Forest nervously asked.
"OF COURSE!" Becky asserted pertly, "Ah's ready, honey-sugar! Whenever you is!"

Becky smiled sweetly at Forest, and slinked up to him. He backed off.
"Aw, sugar!", Becky cooed, "Why do you always keep bein' scared? Look, Ah'll stand here, and you come to me... come on sugar..."

With some hesitation, Forest came up to big, powerful and sweating Becky. Somewhat sweaty himself, he came up to Becky, and enjoyed another one of her gentle but firm and soul-warming hugs.
Becky kissed Forest's forehead a couple times and rubbed his back. She gently cooed, in asking, "Now, honey-sugar, just ask me anything, of whatever it is you is worried about."
"Gosh! You're so big!" was Forest's first words while he basked within Becky's embrace.
"Yeah, Ah'm a big-on, alright. Don't know why. Don't go by mah parents, they ain't mine; they adopted me."
"Really?"
"Really, sugar" Becky replied, in a loving cooing voice. She continued, "Ah escaped from the orphanage at fifteen, hid out some months 'till Ah was sixteen, then they couldn't do nothin'. Then Ah wandered about, on a bicycle, to this farm and that farm, offerin' to work. After being run off by dam dogs for 'bout the twentieth time, Ah finally encountered this farm. They didn't have none of them wuthless things and so, Ah was able to knock on the door and make mah case. They was plantin' and their own kids had left already, and so they said 'yeah'. At that time Ah was already big. After seein' how Ah could work, and that Ah was nice; fo the most part", Becky giggled then continued, "well, one thing led to another and they just, sort of, adopted me. It weren't official. They nevuh went to an adoption place or nothin'. Anyway, a couple more years and Ah was eighteen, and that was it. Ah's been here evuh since."
"Wow" replied an impressed Forest from within Becky's bosom.
"Now, sugar", Becky gently asked, "You gonna fuck or what?"
"Okay..." Forest hesitated, "But... what was Alex yelling so much for?"
"Cause it felt so good!", Becky replied, giggling, "And it'll feel good fo you!"
"He yelled about something grabbing him", Forest asked, "What was that?"
"Ah was feelin' so good mah self, Ah don't remember nothin' well", Becky began, "But Ah do recall him hollerin' somethin' like that. It just feels so good in there, 'till you might feel anything! I think mah cunt kinda grabs a dick; it's cause it's so strong. Don't worry none. If'n you get scared, yo dick will turn soft and you can get it out. Now come on sugar, fuck me! Ah is gettin' horny holdin' ya!"

Becky led Forest to her bicycle to get a condom, then led him back to the limb. She rolled the condom over his hard throbbing genital. She leaned over while doing so, and kissed Forest on the forehead, saying, similar to what she said to Alex, "Heavenly honey-sugar!".
Becky turned and then bowed over and leaned over the limb. A soaked, dripping wet set of labias and vagina-hole waited for Forest's entrance.

"Just lean on me and poke it in, like you see Alex do it!" Becky advised.

Well, scared or not, Forest had an erection that was stone hard and throbbing, and so must have been to the point of aching. Leaning forward, he eased it in. He seemed to hesitate saying, "Ooo, something is grabbing it..."
Becky backed her butt against Forest suddenly, ramming his genital deep in. "Now just fuck as hard as you can! It'll feel great!" she urged, with a shaky voice.

Becky herself lunged her big muscle-butt back and forth to force Forest to experience that feeling of relief and ecstatic sensation. That did the trick. Forest was pulled helplessly into it as he began furious humping.
"Slam it to me, sugar!" Becky urged.

It was not long before Forest was hollering in ecstasy of an intense orgasm blasting through him. Becky screeched as well as her orgasm hit.

Both went at it for quite a while. Alex recovered, got up and came to watch. Becky and Forest began to simmer down. After eking out all pleasure, a relieved Forest eased out, stumbled around to a fence post, pulled off his spent condom, and sat with his back to the fence post and slept.

With Becky still over the limb and about to get up, Alex begged, "May I fuck again?"
"OF COURSE sugar!" she replied enthusiastically, "Go to my bike, and get a condom from that pannier bag".
Alex did so. It was her last condom. Alex came back to where Becky waited, still leaning on the limb.

"You know how to roll it on, honey?" Becky asked Alex.
"Yeah" he giggled, "I've done it before".
"Oh yeah, that's right", Becky joked, "Ah's sure such a man-slut has done it countless times!"
Laughing, Alex responded, "You think I'm a slut?"
"Sho do!" Becky replied.
"Guilty as charged!" Alex replied.
Becky giggled at that.

By this time, this day, Becky had gone through four orgasms, a hard morning's labor, a fast long run to the house which is about a mile, and a wild bike ride back. So, her fifth orgasm took a while to occur, which was okay, because it was Alex's second time around. He took longer. The slowly coming orgasms in both were nearly as intense, but lasted much longer. The screeching and yelling and hollering continued for quite a bit longer. It woke Forest up. He got up to watch. The slower orgasm also faded more slowly. Becky and Alex continued at it for a while before they had eked all their pleasure out.

At last, Alex pulled out, and Becky stood up. She spread her legs and put her hands on her hips and just stood there, looking content and at peace. She panted and huffed. Vaginal juice dripped from her vagina for a while.

Alex pulled the spent condom off and laid back in the grass under the shade of a tree. He did not fall asleep, instead, just gazed at magnificent Becky.

"WHEW! That stuff feels great!" Becky huffed, relaxed, "Don't it, slut?"
She saw Alex there, looking at her. He agreed, "OHH! It sure does! Good grief! It feels good! Whew!"

Forest sat shyly in the background, in the grass. Becky strolled up to laying Alex. She knelt down over him, straddling him. Her big thighs spread, Becky stood on her knees over Alex. She settled down on him, sitting on him, and allowed her vagina to lay on his relaxed genital, now stuffed back in his bikini.
"Your cunt's dripping stuff on me", Alex noted to a smiling Becky, looking down on him.
"It's good fo ya, slut", Becky joked, "Male sluts need that to survive."

Forest hesitantly came over, and sat in the grass, making himself cozy next to Becky. She accepted him with a one arm embrace, pulling him closer. Forest placed his nearer hand on Becky's huge, hard thigh, and rubbed it up and down, feeling it's hardness and strength. Becky relaxed and allowed him to do it, of course.

"WHEW Goodness!" Becky huffed after a deep relaxing breath, "Fuckin' feels so unbelievably good, don't it?"
"Sure as hell does", Alex answered assertively. From his position under her, he too felt over her huge, powerful thighs. Becky's big chest with ample breasts heaved up and down as she continued to simmer down from all the activity.

"Why is that, I wonder...", Becky mentioned again.
"Why does fucking feel so good?", Alex repeated.
"Yeah! Mah goodness! Ah's helpless against it!" Becky replied.
"It's a diabolical trick to force humans into having babies", came an unexpected response from Alex.
"What?" Becky responded, intrigued.
Forest spoke up, giggling, "Alex has an answer to everything, it seems. Not always the right one, and almost never the standard one. But, he has an answer..."
Becky giggled, "Alright slut Alex, what is it that makes you think it's a diabolical trick? A trick from who? Ain't it supposed to be God's plan or way and all?"

From under Becky, relaxed but filling with one of his explanations that usually are the stirring in of several theories Alex has heard, stirred in, mixed, and formatted his way, Alex explained...
"Humans are the only animals that perceive future and past, and are aware of future consequences of things done in the present. When the designer of the Earth system was designing humans, something had to be done about the fact, that they would soon learn that, usually, fucking results in babies. Well, think about it. Think about having a baby back in, say, cave-man days. No hospital, nothing's clean. No bath, no way to clean up afterward. No life-support. Having a baby distorts a woman's body, is hard on it, and birthing is painful and dangerous. Even in modern times, it's painful and dangerous. In primitive times, a birth was a dreadful experience for the woman, and for the man, it meant one more mouth to hunt, gather and farm for. Any sane human would take steps to avoid this, unless the desire to have a baby was really great, and the perceived support was good enough. Such selectivity would spell eventual depopulation and extinction of humans. So humans were designed with a hunger for sex so great, that despite any concerns for the future, more often than not, they would sex anyway. You see, other animals have no concept of the future. So their sex cycles can be nicely regulated, and is predictable. Somebody designed all this. Call it God, or call it The Creator. Or maybe it was human souls, under the auspices of a Creator and the watchful attendance of an advanced spiritual council, tweaking an animal of creation to become human, then incarnating into it, as Edgar Cayce's readings indicated. But something, some intelligence, created all of this. And the consideration had to be, to force or trick humans into procreating, something had to be done. So humans were given year-round sex drive, increased sex drive, and possibly greater orgasmic pleasure during sex so that the memory of it would lead to an addiction to that great feeling. In this way, humans were assured a reproductive rate that would prevent their extinction."

"Good lord-a-mercy!" Becky remarked, "Ah has nevuh heard an explanation like that!"
"Makes sense though, doesn't it?" Forest commented.
"Yeah, yeah..." Becky nodded her head, her disheveled pigtails bouncing with it, "It does... If'n you think about it, it sho does".

Forest noticed the disheveled state of Becky's pigtails and offered, "May I rearrange your pigtails? They're all messed up."
Becky giggled and replied, "You sho you know what you is doin'? Ah know they is a mess, the way Ah's been a-carrying on."
"He used to set the pigtails up for a lady back at the spiritual community", Alex mentioned, "He's pretty good. He'll get them balanced and nice."
"Really, sugar?" Becky asked Forest, "Was she yo girl?"
"Yeah", Forest replied, "I wanted her to come with us, but she was hesitant. And her parents resisted. She was twenty-five or so, and so adult, but, in the spiritual communities, families tend to stay together past normal times of, you know, this going-separate-ways business everyone used to do."
"Aw, sugar, do ya miss her?" Becky asked.
"Oh, kind of, sort of. I am forty-two you know, and so is Alex, so we were a little bit too old for her", Forest answered.
"Age don't mean nothin' where there's love!" Becky asserted. She asked, "Was she smaller than you?"
"I guess about five-foot eight and 120 pounds", Forest guessed.
"Oh, not a big amazon monster like me?", Becky laughed.
"I guess not. But... you're easier-going, you're... relaxed, confident. Easy to have fun with...", Forest replied.
"Wow!" Becky laughed, "Mah goodness! Yo not afraid of me no more?"
"I never was afraid of you, just that, when you fuck, you really get into it. And you're so big and incredibly strong. Gol-dang, you're stronger than most men, even!"
Becky laughed heartily at that. She hugged Forest tightly. "Well, honey-sugar, Ah'll always be sho ta go easy on ya. Did ya enjoy fucking me from behind?"
"Oh gosh, YES!" Forest replied enthusiastically.
"Ah'll let ya do it that way from now on. In back of me like that, yo is safe from me when Ah go nuts from a orgasm".

Becky hugged Forest lovingly, leaned over and kissed him. She then agreed, "Okay sugar, you go ahead and fix mah tails."

As Forest stood up and let Becky's pigtails down to reform them, Becky continued that subject with Alex... "So, fucking feels so good because it's a trick to get us to make babies!" Becky laughed hard, then continued, "Well, Ah tell you what... Ah do see where yo is comin' from, and, golly, Ah guess Ah has to agree with that there explanation. It sho made sense to me! Now, it sounds just a tad self-centered, and maybe, cold. But it makes sense..."
"We picked it up from the spiritualist community", Forest mentioned, while he arranged Becky's left-side pigtail.
"What's that spiritualist community anyhow?" Becky asked, "Is it like, a church group? Or what?"
"We stay away from any organized religion", Forest explained, "The Creator is in everything and all of us. We learn from nature. We learn from meditation. We pray, sometimes verbally, sometimes visually, and sometimes with the aid of items of focus, such as candles, special oils and such. And, we meditate. That's listening to The Creator. But, we carefully stay away from any organized religion. We are not Christian, Muslim, Jew, Buddhist. Although at times, we may somewhat resemble Wiccan, Buddhist or Taoist. And our belief in Jesus makes us resemble Christians. But we're none of those."

"Huh, Ah see..." replied a contemplative Becky.
"Tell me if I pull to hard", Forest advised, as he formed Becky's pigtails.
"No sugar, don't worry 'bout it", Becky sweetly replied, "Yo is bein' gentle and sweet. Ah pull much harder than you've been. Yo is an absolute sugar!"
"Okay, that one's done", Forest announced as he moved over to Becky's right side pigtail, "Now here comes the tricky part; getting them balanced..."

Becky laughed heartily and said finally, "Yo is so, SO sweet! So sweet, you make mah teeth hurt! Mmm-MMM! And that makes me horny!"

"Then, can I fuck you again?", Alex asked from underneath Becky, laying there, between her huge legs.
"And your cunt's dripping on me again", Alex informed, himself experiencing the beginning of an erection.
"Slut", Becky said to Alex, "Ah ain't got no more condoms! What am Ah gonna do?"
"Can I wash mine and use it again?" Alex asked.
"You know what..." Becky asserted, "Ah is indeed beginnin' to see a little bit of differences in the way you two behave. Just what Ah has been a-noticin'... Forest here, seems to be gentler, a little bit, and sweeter. Yo is mo like a slut. Yo is sweet, but not quite as sweet as Forest, and definitely mo like a slut."
"I personally think he's a sex perv", Forest joked. "He's always carrying on about how he would like to shove his meat in that woman's or this woman's hole. The fact that he wants in you a third time does not surprise me in the least."
"Guilty as charged", Alex said again, then repeated, "Guilty as charged. Call me slut, call me perv. But GOSH! Becky is fucking sexy! And drilling her feels fucking super good!"

Becky laughed hard and Forest giggled.

Alex asked again, "So, can I wash the condom and use it again?"
"Slut, that's hard to do, and ain't advisable", Becky said. She added, "Besides, we gotta feed our bellies. Lunch time's 'bout over. Our cunts and cocks have had their time. Also, that brings me to somethin' Ah wanted to bring up, in regards to yo explanation of why fuckin' feels so great. Maybe talkin' 'bout stuff will calm me... and you, down..."

As Forest delicately arranged Becky's right pigtail, and checked a number of times to make sure they were balanced and made further adjustments, Becky began, "Ah is absolutely not, no matter what, gonna have any babies at all, until Ah see what's gonna happen around 2012. Ah has heard all kinds of wild stuff, and Ah'm tellin' ya, it's makin' me nervous. Ah just ain't havin' no babies until 2012 is well passed... If Ah'm still even alive, after that..."

"Yes!" Alex agreed, "That is a concern! And it's only a year and a half away. December 21rst, 2012! I have heard everything from 'it will only bring a change in the way people think' to 'it will be the end of everything'. Most explanations are somewhere between those extremes. One thing for sure, Gordon Michael Scallion, in his book, The Cosmos, sure called it right. He predicted all these Earth changes would start around 2009, and, they sure did! He predicted the loss of much of the north-west, China sinking, Europe sinking, most of the middle east sinking and the raising of those two new land masses. He and some Indian prophecies; hit it almost right on the head!"
"Wow!" Becky breathed, "That's somethin'!"
"So I most certainly agree with you!", Alex asserted, "DON'T have a baby, no children at all, until we see what's going to happen!"
"You got it!", Becky agreed, "Sho-nuff!"

Forest finished Becky's pigtails. They were nice and balanced, and pert, bouncy and cute.
Becky raised her arms back to feel them. Alex gazed at Becky's big biceps as she did so. Becky announced, "Ah ain't got a mirror, but they feel's like they is perfectly balanced! And well formed! Thank you sugar-honey! Mmmm-MMM!"
Becky gave Forest a crushing hug.

"Oh!", Forest spoke up, "Here comes Felicity... your mother..."

Becky calmly got up off of Alex, telling him, "Alright slut, get up, stuff that back in yo panties... if'n that's even possible. Mom's a comin'!"

Alex got up and tried to get his genital in his bikini, but it was resisting. He finally wrestled it in, but there was a two-inch hump sticking out in his bikini. He moved discretely back, and stood behind Forest. Forest cooperated, giggling.

"By the way y'all, momma knows we fucked last night", Becky announced, "Just thought you might wanna know; or should know".
"Oh, really?" Forest responded.

Becky stood, and even approached her mother, bringing lunch. Forest and Alex stood behind her.

As Felicity approached, she pointed out something, that it appears, all three of them forgot...

"Letting them see it all, huh?" Felicity asked, in a wry manner, or maybe, sarcastic manner.

"What do ya mean..." Becky began, then she remembered, looked down, and blurted out "Yikes! I forgot! Ooops..."
"Not that what you were wearing was hiding anything anyway", Felicity pointed out.
"Yeah, that's true", Becky admitted, "Look, it's hot and Ah'm workin' hard..."
"And fucking hard, yes?", Felicity added.
"Uh, yeah... But Ah used condoms", Becky asserted. She continued, "Anyway, it's hot out here, and Ah's workin' hard. Ah just plain don't need no clothes."
"Well, that's okay, you're a grown woman", Felicity finally agreed, smiling, "But just don't let dad see it. He's more of a Christian conservative than me".
"Alrighty, mamma!", Becky agreed.
"I was going to tell you", Felicity explained, "I was late because your dad wanted to complete a segment of field. There was just a tiny bit more to do."
"Oh, Ah see...", Becky agreed, nodding. Her newly reset pigtails bounced pertly with the nodding of her head.
"After lunch, we'll be starting the field next to that, a little further up there." Felicity informed.
"Okay mamma" Becky answered.

Felicity leaned to Becky's ear and asked softly, "You... seem to treat those two... like, equally..."
"Uh-huh", Becky agreed.
"...But, have they shown signs of being jealous of each other?", Felicity asked, "Like, most men would start fighting over a woman. I've seen friendships end over a woman..."
"Mamma", Becky explained, "These two here are heavenly angels. They is so sweet, Ah tell you, if'n they was any sweeter, Ah'd... Ah'd get fat from just bein' around 'em! Forest there, is so super sweet, it almost makes me hurt. Alex has a bit more, like, bite, or somethin', but he is sweet as can be too! They is both special."
"Huh", Felicity responded in contemplation, "Well... Well! I hope it continues to go well, and... I don't know what you will do about the marriage issue, if you ever do anything about it, but, it sure does seem you might have something here. Unusual situation at least, anyway."
With pigtails bouncing, Becky nodded her head in complete agreement.

Felicity then left to let the three enjoy lunch together.

Alex pointed out, "Seems like your mother is a bit more, like, maybe not as conservative as your father."
"Yes, sugar", Becky agreed pertly, "She is more, uh, uh, ahead... or somethin', in her thinking. Now, Ah don't know if'n this has anythin' to do with it or not, but, mamma was from Boston, and she married dad when he was in Virginia. Later, he sold the farm in the southern part of Virginia 'cause taxes were gettin' too high, and bought this one here. That was in the seventies, and they is been here evuh since. So, dad's a Virginian, and mom's a... dang Yankee Ah suppose; from Massachusetts anyway."

Becky remained nude. She asked Alex and Forest to alert her if her father came, but that, he probably would not. She planned to stay nude the rest of the day's work.

After completing lunch and taking a nap, they returned to work and put in the four or more hours of plowing and planting. During the last hour, a rain broke out from an afternoon shower. It turned out to be part of an April cool-front. The rain came and went, off and on, sometimes down-pouring, the rest of the evening. As farmers, Becky and her parents loved it. It would be great for their newly planted corn.

Yum! All this talk about corn is making me hungry. Now, it is supposed to be a "high alcohol, or, actually, ethanol, yield corn". Since alcohol starts out from fructose, that probably means it is an extra sweet corn. That makes me even hungrier. But I suppose they will be selling it to an ethanol plant to supply a fuel-starved society. I'd like a couple of ears to eat though! Yum!

Like the day before, they showered before supper.
After supper, Becky had a little trip to do on her bicycle. This would make her sweat again, requiring another shower. This would generate protests from her parents because, every time someone showers, it uses electricity from the batteries for the pump.

It was pouring rain, so Becky decided to wear a bathing suit, but, not the one she uses for work. She found another, a two piece type, that barely covered her nipples and was a little more than a vagina patch on front, and very thin material with a butt-cheek-exposing cut for the back. Becky decided to not wear the top part of it, but to wear a tank-top, which covers more. Becky released down her pigtails, because the rain would just wet them anyway.
Becky left a towel on the floor just underneath her window, her exit port in this case, planning on returning wet.
With a wad of money in a water-proof wrapper, she left through her window, in dark-blue darkness of dusk, to the shed to retrieve her bicycle.

To tough Becky, the rain probably felt good. Her powerful physique energized the bicycle, launching it out in a fury, and once again she was careening like a motocross racer over twisting trails. Normally, she would have sweat. This night had cooling rain. Quickly, she arrived at the quicky mart store to, you guessed it, buy more condoms.

Before the cataclysms, a rainy night would not have effected the number of customers in the quicky mart much. But since many people were having to use horses, bicycles, or, if not fit, use wagon or cart drawn by a horse or person, the rain kept most everybody home.

In the store, the only person there was the owner. Can you imagine what it must have been like for him, all by himself, with it dark outside and the lights in the store are few and small... remember, everyone is using either solar, small generator sets burning expensive alcohol (ethanol), or even just candles. The bright-as-day lit stores we are accustomed to were a thing of an energy-abundant past.

So there it is, pouring rain, dark as pitch outside, dimly lit in the store. Then, the doors burst open, and with a swirl of rain and chilly wind, from the darkness comes this big, muscular amazon, huffing and panting. Upon coming in, the amazon reaches up to her head to pull her tasseled hair from her face. Her raised arms reveals huge biceps. Her drenched tank-top plasters to her skin, showing her nipples as plainly as if she was not wearing anything at all. Despite it being a sexy sight, just perhaps, it must have been startling.

Anyway, after a second or two of startled fright, the owner recognized the big amazon Becky. Though she was drenched, she was pert when she asked, "Got somebody to get me condoms?"
"I'm the only one here tonight, so, I think it's okay if you just go in the men's room yourself", the owner replied, "I'll shout if anyone comes."
"Alrighty! Thank you!" Becky cheerfully replied. She turned and walked quickly to the back of the store.

Becky must have been quite a view for him. Her voluptuous, muscular physique was enhanced by the glistening wetness of her skin. Her muscular butt jiggled and rippled as she walked. Huge thigh muscles waved and rippled as well. And the way the store's wood floor vibrated from her steps, it was evident she was a solid woman, commanding a lot of fit weight. And finally, though she intended for the tank-top to cover more, however, due to the wetness, her large nipples showed through the tank-top like it was not even there.

Becky went right in the men's room and got ten condoms, spending thirty dollars. She noticed plain condoms, ones without bumps or ridges, were cheaper. After thinking a minute, Becky muttered to herself, "Ah'll give 'em a try...".
She then bought six dollar-and-a-half plain condoms for nine dollars.
Since the dispenser is fully automatic, when Becky was done, that was it. Satisfied with her purchase, she walked confidently out. She stopped at the counter though, and asked the owner for a bag. She was having trouble holding all those condoms.

"So many", he commented, "Are there any left in the dispenser?" he joked.
"Oh, just a few!" Becky laughed.

The fellow ogled Becky as she turned and walked confidently out, back into the dark mists and pouring rain from which she came. Her powerful back, fit, trim, muscle-laced waist, voluptuous muscular jiggling butt... and so wild and free... She surely must have made his night.

Becky took off like a motocross bike out of hell, and zoomed down the trails. In one spot, she misjudged the conditions, or maybe did not see, and, on a hard bank, down she went into the mud and a puddle.
"Dagnab darn ol' son of a crap" and similar issued forth from Becky's lips as she pulled herself and bicycle out of the mud. After that, wild riding through driving rain actually rinsed her bicycle and herself clean, however, of at least, the mud.

She put the bicycle in the shed, ran across a rain soaked lawn, splashing along, to her window. Stepping through her window dripping wet, she stood on that towel on the floor she had placed for this very reason. She stripped, and using another towel, dried off. Not wanting to soil her bed, she laid on the floor a while, to sleep.

Later, quietly, Becky took another shower. She used as little water as possible. She kept noise down to not wake her parents.

Finally, Becky could go to bed and sleep well, to perhaps, wake up three to four hours later, for fun with Forest and Alex.

This set up the way things went for the next quite a few weeks. Though Becky did not invade Alex's and Forest's room every night, she did often. Always there was mid-day sex.

Seeing Becky was spending a lot of money on condoms, Alex and Forest provided funds to Becky, or even, accompanied her by bicycle to the store, and got them, themselves.

Alex, after seeing several times, Forest set Becky's pigtails, wanted to do it too. After securing permission from Becky, Forest taught Alex.
As Becky would sit in a chair, patiently letting her guys work on her hair, Forest used un-standard terms in explaining things to Alex. Terms regarding Becky's head type, hair characteristics and so forth were used by Forest. It made Becky giggle.
"You two sound like a couple o' engineers on a project!" Becky joked.

For a time, Alex and Forest took turns, setting Becky's pigtails. They gradually began setting them together, with Alex on one side, and Forest on the other. As Alex and Forest worked, often one or the other would lean over and kiss Becky lightly on the head.
"Mmm, mmm, MMM! Sweet, sweet angels!", Becky breathed, "Just about makes me want to eat y'all, some fo mah mouth, and some fo mah cunt!"

Indeed, it quickly became to where Becky resembled a queen of sorts, being tended to by Alex and Forest. Alex and Forest never argued with each other over Becky; there was no jealousy at all.

Now, we have this: As you recall, Alex and Forest were moving, as in moving residence, all be it creeping slowly, to a wilderness acreage that apparently Alex has in West Virginia. They agreed to tarry at the farm at Becky's request and her parents' agreement in order to procure, hopefully, five quarts of expensive alcohol for fuel for the car. Alex and Forest thought it was going to be only a few days to a week. But it turned into several weeks.

With all planting done, Alex and Forest were talking of continuing on. However, they would intensely miss Becky! And Becky, ditto.

After much urging from Becky, Alex and Forest tarried longer. After all, it had already been years, and a few more weeks or even a month or so would make a difference.

Alex complained a bit though, pointing out, "I have had that land since 2003, and I haven't been able to live on it yet! Sheesh!"
"Stay, please?" Becky begged, "Fer little ol'... well, fer big, pretty me? Ah love's the way y'all do mah tails and all, and, and, Ah'd miss y'all powerful bad!..."
"Can you come with us?", was Alex's sudden suggestion...

"YEAH!", Forest blurted out, "Great idea Alex! Why did I think of that!"

After some hesitation, a big-grinning Becky replied, "Is there... room fer me?".
"What do you mean?", Alex asked, curious.
"Ah is so big! You know, on yo land there..."...
Becky was interrupted by Alex's assertive answer "I've got over 18 acres, for heaven's sake. There's plenty of room!"
"And we could, quite frankly, use your muscles!" Forest added, "We're going to be building a simple cabin, setting up solar panels, lots of really heavy batteries, all sorts of stuff that takes a sturdy physique, like yours, to handle. Alex and I are so skinny. We just don't have the builds for that. Your muscles would come in handy!"
"And so would your cunt!" Alex added.
"Alex!", Forest admonished, "Becky, sweety, don't mind him. His is the mind of a chimp. Or maybe, chump."
"He's a slut!", Becky replied, giggling, "You don't have ta explain!"
"Come on Forest!", Alex insisted, "You love going in her too. And, Becky, you seem to enjoy us going in to you!"
"Well, he's got me there!", Becky agreed.
"You see Forest", Alex explained, "You're going down that old path of thinking sex is dirty. After all that teaching at the spiritualist community, and you still regard sex as something dirty? To be associated with, as you say, chimps or chumps? Or sluts?"
Kind of half jokingly, but with a thread of seriousness, Forest bowed his head saying, "Your words of wisdom have made me aware of the errors of my ways. I bow my head in shame and beg your mercy!"

Becky laughed heartily.
"Well, okay then", Alex replied, "I deeply love Becky with all my heart, you know, fourth dimensionally, spiritually, as well as being, quite admittedly, addicted to her awesome body. It is ONLY because of her, that I haven't already left for West Virginia. I'm chaffing at the bit to get there. And feel this weather! It's late May now, and getting hot. You want another summer of that awful heat?"
"But, won't it be hot, pulling the car and trailer?", Forest pointed out.
"Forest, we planned on the summer", Alex reminded, "Knowing it would take us literally months to get to West Virginia, what with all the stops for getting jobs to replenish money for stupid food and stuff like that, that we would indeed encounter the summer. At that point, we planned to pull only at night. I was hoping to make North Carolina at least before summer, but, this is close enough. Gees, sometimes I wish we didn't always have to eat. Always, ALWAYS, always having to plan on that. Every day have to eat. If it wasn't for that, we could just pull straight, and we could get to West Virginia in only a couple months, total. But that having to eat forces us to..."
"Let me get somethin' straight", Becky interrupted, "You don't likes to eat? Mah goodness! Second only to fuckin', eatin's the most enjoyable thing there is!"
"HAH HAH HAH!" Forest guffawed, "Alex gets this way at times. He literally complains about having to tend to the very core-characteristic of a physical incarnation! Look, Alex! If you don't like having to deal with shelter and food, and making a living, you should stop incarnating."
"Look", explained Alex, "I don't know why I even incarnated during these times anyway. I hate this shit! All these calamities and all those barbarians running loose. These times suck big time! I wish I could be hypnotized deep enough to see what insanity possessed me when I was with my guides deciding upon my next incarnation."
"You should try using peyote under a Shaman's guidance", Forest suggested, "That might could lead you to why you incarnated during these times. But, I think I see why. Your personality's great for it. Look, the barbarians and the roaming packs of dogs are just about gone, thanks to people like you! I flinched at learning how to shoot an M-16, and really balked at shooting a human with one. But man! You took to it like a duck takes to water. I've seen you bear down on those barbarians and their big trucks with such a vigor, it was like you were having an orgasm. And wow! Don't let this guy get around big dogs like rotweillers. All hell breaks loose. And the meanest, most merciless I ever saw you get, is when a couple barbarian's trucks showed up with police! Knowing there were no real police any more, they were probably fake. Either that, or used to be real but had joined the barbarians. You said yourself how you feel that many southern cops are nothing but apes anyway. MAN! Becky, you should have seen this guy! It was all we could do to keep him under command. When we did open fire upon them, Alex led the charge. For someone who has never been in the military, Alex can be nearly ravenous. When you look at Alex, you're looking at a staunch libertarian, almost an anarchist. He was totally anti-government, and would have joined any insurrection against the federal government any day! I think, Alex, you were born in the right time!"
"The government, the way it was, needed abolishment. There was no federal government. It was completely infiltrated by the globalists. I, along with other libertarians, merely wanted to reset the United State government BACK to the way it was when our Forefathers set it up in 1776!"
"Well", Forest reminded, "They're gone now. And now, with almost all the barbarians and roaming packs of dogs eliminated, look at it. It's like what you wanted. The atmosphere is clearing up thanks to greatly reduced fossil fuel burning, most people use bicycles or velomobiles, or have returned to horses, we can dress like this now without all the shit we would have gotten before the cataclysms... and Becky can too... the globalists are gone, all the networks that allow a globalist system are destroyed, there are no more wars or talk of wars, and everything is settling down and becoming peaceful. People are nicer. More cooperative. Look, here, even in the south, most of those awful dogs are gone. Since everybody has to use bicycles now, being attacked at every turn by a bunch of shit dogs just doesn't cut it anymore, so such beasts have been outlawed. Now dogs are back to being the medium-weight, happy fluffy pets they once were, as you keep saying, like in the 1950s and 1960s. The only time rotwiellers, German shepherds and that kind of shit is encountered anymore is in the form of those roaming packs. And every time they show up, they get shot, trapped or poisoned. Nobody wants them around anymore! Times are, in a way, much better than they were in the first half of the 2000s."
"Hmmm", responded Alex in contemplation, "Maybe so. Maybe so. Okay, okay, I'll chill."

Becky had been listening with keen interest. She found these philosophical and world-conditions-type conversations between Alex and Forest fascinating. And strange, especially when they spoke about the spiritual subjects.

George and Felicity had overheard some of that, and like Becky, found it extremely new, to say the least, fascinating, and maybe for George, controversial. But George, as always, looked past Alex's spiritual beliefs which were strange to George, and completely agreed with Alex in that the globalists had to go, one-world-government is well dead, and conditions at the present were indeed, for the most part, more like a conservative would have liked it.

Well, so, the discussion had to be done about Becky leaving with Alex and Forest. Of course, being thirty or more in age, she certainly had the freedom to do so. But Felicity and George would miss their loyal adopted daughter, and her strength would be missed as well for farming. Planting was indeed done, and so the real hard labor was past for the time-being. There was still much work to do, but George and Felicity could handle it. But late-summer to early-autumn would bring harvest, and once again, there would be a high demand for labor. Upon hearing these concerns, Alex had the following suggestion...

"When I settle on my property, my plan is to allow the spiritualist community, which is only ten miles away, to... for some of their folks to move upon my property, and they will farm it. I plan to become a craftsman, helping to make velomobiles in a little factory that they have set up there, and other building tasks. I already have a good velomobile, an Alleweder, and an old one that could also be used until we can get a second good one, a new one, for Forest. And, if she comes with us, for Becky..."
"Wow", Becky commented, "A velomobile for me! That'll be cool!"
"And with those legs", Alex added, "You'll burn up the roads with it!"
"Seriously", Forest added, "I think we might have to get a heavier duty chain and cog-set for her. With those legs of hers, I'm sure she could torque-out a chain or cog-set if it wasn't strong enough."

While they had this conversation, Felicity and George were on a sofa, and Becky was sitting on a wood dinner-table chair, as were Forest and Alex. Becky was wearing her familiar, comfortable brief cut-off jean-shorts and skimpy tank-top. Becky looked at her own huge legs, flexed their muscles and felt of them.
Becky commented, "Yeah, they are pretty strong, Ah'll say that fer 'em. Ah snapped a bicycle chain once, really. T'was one of them skinny-tire bicycles with a real skinny chain..."
"Probably for a seven-cog-cluster", Forest interjected, "There are super titanium chains that might could take her legs, despite the chain's light-weight appearance."
"Anyhow", Becky continued, "Ah had to pay fer her bike's chain. When Ah got mah own bike, Ah made sure it was a mountain bike, fer me to pedal the way Ah likes."

Indeed, we have already seen the way Becky rides a bicycle!

Alex continued his suggestion...
"So, we'll all have velomobiles. Now, in velomobiles, we can get here from West Virginia in only four days, based on going 100 miles a day which is easily achieved in a velomobile, and the fact that the part of West Virginia we live on is 420 miles from here... More or less, taking in to account, that some roads in West Virginia are very twisting. Thanks to no more cars, or greatly reduced cars, right-lanes and emergency-lanes of interstate highways have been opened to horses, bicycles, and all sorts of slower vehicles, since that's what everybody has to use now. So getting here from West Virginia by velomobile is easily done. So, what I am saying is, I am sure they will let Forest and me leave the velomobile factory and the other building or crafting tasks for a couple months for us to come here and help with harvest. And again for planting."
"Wow!" Becky responded enthusiastically, "That sounds like fun! Ah'd love a velomobile trip with y'all!"
"And your legs would eat it up!", Alex added, lustfully, as he ogled Becky's shapely, muscular legs. He also added, "Forest and I would probably hold you up. By yourself, I think you could make the trip in three days!"
"Ah'll put y'all in tow!", Becky joked.

Well, at that point, it appeared Becky was ready to pack her bags right away. Just that, Felicity and George would miss her wild presence. She was always active, riding her bicycle wildly when she had spare time, or just running like a deer over the fields. She also was into projects of one sort or another. She managed to build some furniture, not very pretty, but functional. She would repair things. She tended the solar energy system. So, she and her bubbly, highly "present" personality, would be missed.

When Felicity pointed that out, Becky did sympathize with her.
Alex added, "Looks like everyone wants Becky. Well, there's another thing. A few minutes ago, I said something about Becky making the trip by herself in three days. She could, maybe, from time to time, leave us in West Virginia to come here..."
"Ooo, but that's not advisable", Forest pointed out, "No one should ever travel alone... There still are a few barbarian types left, and some roaming packs of beastly dogs..."
"Can you handle an M-16, Becky?" Alex asked, interrupting Forest, "You're certainly strong enough to. If I can do it, you certainly can!"
"Wow, I don't know...", Becky replied, thinking about it.
"Even with a weapon, it is not advisable. I think the best thing is for one of us to accompany her", suggested Forest, "The spiritualist community would not need both of us always, so they could spare one of us going. You would accompany her with me accompanying her on every other trip, you know, taking turns with her every trip."
"But that would slow her down", Alex reminded.
"Well, one day isn't that much difference", began Forest, then he received an idea, "Say, we could get a velomobile-built-for-two-inline for her. When just at home in West Virginia, she could easily handle the velomobile herself with the empty seat. But on a trip, one of us could be in that seat, or she would, with one of us in the front seat. With her stoking and one of us pedaling and steering against the wind-drag of slightly more than one, the strength of her legs would utilized to best effect. The trip might be able to be made in only two and an half days!"
"That all sounds like fun!", Becky enthusiastically commented.
"But, when all three of us make the trip here for harvest or planting", Alex pointed out, "you and I would be in single-rider velomobiles, and she would be in the two-person velomobile. A little extra weight there..."
"Fellas!" Becky interrupted, "With mah legs, no problem! In fact, y'all could use that extry seat fer baggage and stuff. That would slow me down to y'all's speed!"
"Wow", Forest commented, "That lady's got a good brain within those two bouncy pigtails. That's what we'll do!"
"Forest", Alex reminded, "How many times do I have to tell you, such creative thinking and idea-generation does not come from the physical brain. It comes from the soul and/or energy body. The brain is only a translator, an interface device, an interpreter, from spirit to body."
"Golly Alex", Forest criticized, "You can be so anal-retentive at times! It's just an expression!"
"Okay, okay!", Alex agreed sheepishly while Becky had a big laugh and her parents chuckled.

Alex had one more unnerving item to point out... "Now, we're planning all this stuff like it's going to be forever; or at least, for a good while, like many years or something, you know, the way people used to could plan things. But oh no! We got this 2012 mess coming up. Now, we have done planting. Then, there is harvest. Next planting will be in spring of the 2012 itself! Next harvest, will be right on the front door-step of The Date... December 21, 2012, then, gulp, what?"

That silenced the lot of them for several seconds.

Finally Forest spoke up, "I think... Alex has a notoriously bad attitude towards 2012. However, indeed, with the myriad of theories being bandied about, one does wonder just what is going to happen. Well, one thing for sure, one set of theories has already happened; that is, those spoke of by Gordon Michael Scallion from that book of his. Since, apparently, that book turned out to be correct for that part of it, it would be logical to assume, therefore, that the rest of it is true."
"What would that be?" asked George and Felicity, almost in union, with Becky wide-eyed with attention.

"Well", Forest explained, "all that stuff about, after 2012, only souls with a resonance of blue or higher will be able to enter the Earth-soul-school system for incarnation. Those of lower color-resonance will live out their lives to a ripe old age and check out when ready. But after they leave, if they have not evolved to a resonance of blue or higher, they will not be able to incarnate back to Earth. This will insure, that only souls that will cooperate, not be bullies, not be power-mongers, or any of the other crapy nonsense of Earth people before, will incarnate on Earth. This will insure permanent peace and cooperation. There will be no more horded secrets. If someone has a method to wipe out a disease, it will be released, not horded for a privileged few. If there is a new way to get energy, it will be released, not kept under wraps behind layers and layers of guarded secrecy. That crap will be gone. And, good riddance! I say!"
"What...", began George hesitantly, "will happen to those, uh, souls whose, what was it... color, or something, not blue?"
Forest answered, "Those whose color resonance is below blue, which would be green or less, will have to incarnate on other planet-soul-schools which have not yet ascended."
Forest turned to Alex and said, "So you see Alex, 2012 is a good thing! I think the rough stuff is over. It might feel strange as we get right up to it. There are new and unfamiliar energies coming in like never before. So, we will do our plans, our travels. If things get weird, we'll all gather here..."
"I think we should gather on the West Virginia property, close to that excellent community", suggested Alex, "You know, George and Felicity here, go to our place. We'll hold up and huddle there, or within the community, until 2012 passes and we are safely into, say, February of 2013, to be sure nothing crazy happens."
"That sounds good!", Becky spoke up, to her parents, "How 'bout it, mamma? Dad?"
"Well", George replied, "We will see what happens. I don't know about riding some sort of bicycle 400 miles, but, we'll work it out, and, as I say, see what happens."
"Yeah", Alex agreed, "Generally speaking, just keep a close watch on happenings, feelings, even supernatural happenings as that time comes".

At last it was agreed Becky would go with Alex and Forest to West Virginia. So the preparations began over the next few days.

First, George sold four of his five quarts of alcohol for Alex's Toyota, and, from another source, Alex was even able to procure little more that a pint of high-test gasoline. All of it, any and every scrap, went into the Toyota.

For the rest of the journey to West Virginia then, Alex and Forest would now have more horse-power, quite a bit more, in the form of Becky. They set up a center harness for her, with Alex and Forest on either side of her.

Alex and Forest discussed whether to pull the Toyota out of the drive way of the farm now that they had Becky's muscles, or, drive it out as originally planed. George suggested, "Since you all have indicated you need the fuel for when you get into West Virginia, you need to save every bit. Becky and you two pull, and I will add our horse to get you out of the drive way part."

Well, that would do it. So they did not use the engine for the driveway and thus saved using that fuel.

To prepare for the trip on these hot days, they indeed decided upon the night. Becky, Alex and Forest began sleeping by day, all in the guest room. Becky fit and painted a board for the window of that room that fit just right to block out all light. Then they were up at night. They did not know quite what to do, except hike out into the fields and sometimes even, sex. But it was only for a couple days.

The attire Alex, Forest and Becky would wear for this journey, were the same as for working in the fields. Alex would wear a red or maroon bikini, and Forest would wear his green or blue. They were wearing those before, anyway. So naturally, in like manner, Becky wore her so-called bathing suit which consisted of the vagina patch and the attached set of strings.

Finally on a late afternoon, they began. They planned to make their day start from something like five-o-clock in the afternoon and go until about two A.M., which would be the length of time Alex and Forest did before. They generally planned for a work cycle of fifty minutes pulling, ten minutes rest, to be done over four times. Then would come a thirty to sixty minute "lunch-break" rest (even though it would be at around nine P.M. to ten somewhere), followed by another four cycles of fifty minutes pulling, ten minutes rest. In addition, if they felt like it, they would put in another one or two cycles of pulling, possibly taking them to four A.M. Then a spot would be found where they would pull the rig over and sleep. An extremely cramped set of spaces in their four by eight foot trailer were hammered out for the three of them. The trailer would be dark which would help them sleep, even during the day-light.

Well indeed, it was the end of their first "day", or, evening into night, as it was. The time was four-thirty in the morning.

Becky asked, "Ah wonder how far we did?"

Alex peeked inside the Toyota at the odometer. He said, "Just after we finally got off the ramp and we were on the actual interstate, if you all will remember, I reset the trip-odometer to zero. So let's see what it says now..."
Forest remarked, "I think it should have been set at the farm. My gosh! That gettin' it from the farm to the interstate took nearly an hour itself and a lot of work! Sheesh! Ramps are tough!"
"Yes, that's why we avoid them as much as possible", Alex replied, then read out, "Okay, it's hard to see in the dark, but with the flash-light here... Ah! Twenty-point-three miles. So, we have been 20 and a third miles from since we finished getting on the ramp."
"Yeah", Forest added and commented, "and including the ramp, we've been going eleven hours, for Pete's sake! Let's hurry and eat and get some sleep. I am tire-rrd!"
"Only twenty miles?" asked Becky, somewhat aghast.
"Yep! Only twenty!", Alex confirmed, "Slow as grandma's molasses, isn't it? Like the wagon-train days."
"It sucks to high heavens, that's for sure!" Forest added, "We could have been in West Virginia by now, normally. But... as you say... the advantages..."
"Yeah", agreed Alex, "would ya look at these skies! Man! The stars! I've never seen it this clear!"
"And even though we're near an appreciable town, aren't we?", Forest asked.
"Yeah", Alex replied, "Rock Hill. In fact, to the right, all dark and everything, way over there and down, is a neighborhood, probably associated with Rock Hill. I think we're something like five to ten miles away from one of the exit ramps."
"Which is another half day of pulling!" grumbled Forest.
"Ah think's y'all bettuh get some sleep", Becky giggled, "Y'all's gettin' a little grumpy!"
"Yeah", Alex agreed, "Let's eat our gourmet meal and hit the sack!"
"Sho is perty here, ain't it?" remarked Becky.

Indeed. It was "cleanly" dark, no city lights, no street lights, no yard lights from the neighborhood over there and the stars shined brilliantly from a pollution-free sky. Their only source of light when the flash-light was off, were the stars. And that was sufficient for most purposes.

"And, we're kinda high up, ain't we?" Becky added in asking.
"Yes", agreed Alex, "We are gaining altitude, tiny bit by tiny bit."
"And I do mean, tiny bits!" added Forest.

After a simple but healthful meal of mostly avocados and other vegetables that did not require cooking, Alex and Forest were slave-tired and ready for sleep. But not Becky.

Becky "unstrung" her paltry covering from her amazon physique, thus claiming that last one or two square-inches of her body's surface that made her officially, fully naked. Becky announced, "Ah's gonna masturbate. Ah got's to, or Ah can't sleep!"
"WOW!" breathed Alex, "May I watch?"
"Of course you can, sugar!", Becky pertly answered, then added, "And if'n it makes ya horny, grab a condom and fuck me!"

"Wow!" Alex chuckled.

From the trailer, Becky drew the artificial erected penis gizmo that she made with her own hands, that we saw her use before in this account. She had brought that with her, and had it tucked away in a convenient corner of the trailer where she could draw it out.

Becky clamped the device to the trailer hitch-tongue and adjusted the "penis" to an angle. Becky bowed and squatted over it, and eased it in her hungry cunt. Serious humping began. So furious was Becky's humping, that the Toyota and trailer began to rock back and forth, and even moved back a bit, requiring Becky to step a couple steps backward (her head was toward the car, her big muscle-butt toward the trailer).

Alex leaned on the Toyota's trunk, stopping it. He held it in place while Becky screeched her way through a hugely satisfying orgasm. He ooed and ahed at the magnificence of Becky's starlit physique, writhing in ecstasy of orgasm with all her muscles rippling.

Becky humped quietly, uttering, "MMmmm!" as she allowed her vagina to lap up every bit of pleasure. By this time, despite being tired, Alex had a pounding erection.

"Can I...", Alex softly began.
"Sho can!" huffed Becky cheerfully, "Grab a condom and plug me up! And show me no mercy!"

Alex turned to go to the glove-compartment of the Toyota, but Forest was there... "You need this?" he asked, smartly.
"Wow! Thanks!" Alex said as he took the condom from Forest, and prepared to drill away on Becky.

"Get on the ground", Becky insisted, "Ah wanna fuck ya from atop. You fuck like a pansy, so Ah's gonna fuck on top of ya the way Ah wants! Forest, get 'im a cushion or somethin' fo his head!"

Alex, always obedient to Becky, laid on his back on the pavement. (They had pulled over to as far right on the emergency lane they could go without leaving it. Experience showed this was okay.) Indeed, Forest found a cushion and gave it to Alex for his head. The huge amazon physique of Becky then almost obscured Alex from standing Forest's view as she positioned herself over him.

For a second time, Becky was humping away, huffing, moaning and building to orgasm. It looked like Alex was taking a beating, but he was moaning too, under her, in apparent great pleasure.

It took longer for Becky to reach orgasm that second time naturally. Alex hooted and hollered as orgasm blasted through him under Becky, followed by Becky's loud, echoing screeches.

Finally the two simmered down and eked out final pleasures.

Becky finally got up, dusted herself off and cleaned up. She also cleaned up her artificial penis and put it away. Alex finally stumbled to his feet. Becky asked Forest, "Do ya wanna fuck? Ah'll let ya do it from behind!"
"No, no, that's okay", Forest chuckled nervously, "I'm dog-tired. I got to lay down before I fall down."
"HAH HAH HAH!" guffawed Becky, "Ah see! That's okay honey sugar!"
"I don't see how Alex can do it!", Forest remarked.
"He's a slut!", Becky stated firmly and with a giggle, "Sluts need cunt juice everyday!"

"And what's this 'dog-tired' business?" Alex huffed, "Dogs don't get tired! All they do is lay around, eat, sleep, and attack anything they think they can intimidate. Use 'slave-tired'! That's a more accurate expression."
"Ah don't think this one here likes dogs too much!" Becky laughed.
"I don't either, but he has a deep, soul-level aversion to them; it's a long story. We'll tell you about it later. Not to mention, he can be awfully anal-retentive. Sheesh! It's just an expression. I try to remember to use 'slave-tired' but sometimes I forget."
"Yeah, Ah would agree" Becky added, "Ah think dogs get tired from chasing folks on their bikes, is what it is. Wuthless, no-account pieces of crap. Ah'm glad to see they is less of them these days!"
"Interesting how dogs became less and less, now that everybody has to use bicycles, or, something like them... have somebody pull them, whatever", Alex commented.
"Yeah", Forest agreed, "These times certainly have straighten that little issue up, and fast".

After their simple meal, and as they settled in the trailer for sleep, Becky asked one more time, "Only twenty miles, huh?"
"Yep", Alex sleepily replied, "I think, however, we might be able to eke out 22 to 24 miles a day, but, that's it. It's a slow process."
"Man! Ah'll say!" Becky commented.
Becky asked, "With only twenty miles, maybe mah parents could be contacted on the ham radio, by just the ground wave."
"Yes", replied Alex, "Indeed. Only twenty miles, we could contact them, quite clearly in fact, especially during the day. On 40-meters maybe, you know, around 7.8 megacycles or there abouts. Tomorrow, we could contact them, during the day, with the ground wave. I've got 100 watts single-side-band. How much power are your parents running?"
"It's a standard rig, somethin' like yours. Ah thinks it's about a hundred.", Becky replied.
"Yeah, then, easily", Alex concluded, "I think we'll be able to do them during the day-light hours with ground-wave only, all the way out until maybe four days, when we'll be eighty miles away. Then, it might get difficult. We'll then have to go through a few days where we can't raise them at all, until we get at least 120 miles out, by which time, the sky wave will kick in, if conditions are right. And the sun's going nuts about now, with the solar cycle peaking, so I think the conditions will be right."

After another few minutes, Becky commented, "Wow, Ah could ride mah bike there in less than an hour. Huh. I think Ah will..."
"Maybe you shouldn't go alone...", Alex suggested.
"Oh, Ah'll take mah assault rifle, fo sure!", Becky assured.
"Do ya... want one of us to go with you?", Alex asked.
"Only if'n one of y'all really wants to", Becky replied, "That would slow me down. Can you ride at twenty-five or more miles per hour continuously? Like, for about fifty minutes? 'Cause, that's what Ah'll be doin'! Ah'll just go there real quick, maybe have a breakfast, and a shower, then be back, long before y'all wake up. Y'all plan to get going again around four or five in the afternoon, don't ya?"
"Yeah, about like that", Alex replied, then commented, "Wow! Twenty-five miles per hour continuously on a bicycle. In a velomobile, such a speed is possible... by me... but wow! On a bicycle..."
"Yep!", Becky replied pertly, "It's these here big ol' legs of mine, what you thinks is so sexy! Them there's mah engines!"
"Wow!", Alex breathed, then added, "Well, if you're sure you can handle yourself alone, go ahead. What time will you be going?"
"Somethin' like after six, so Ah can get there by 'bout seven or so, when they is having breakfast", Becky replied, "That's their non-plantin' breakfast-time."
"What time will you get back?", Alex asked.
"Ah'll spend about an hour with them, then, little less than an hour to get back, so, somethin' like, ummm... nine... or ten, maybe", Becky estimated.
"Okay, sweety", Alex agreed finally.
"Mah goodness! Like a mother-hen, you is", Becky giggled.
"Well... I love you!", Alex simply replied.
"Mmmm-MMM!", Becky exclaimed, "Y'all's so sweet, Ah swear, Ah ain't kiddin', y'all make mah teeth hurt! Where's the other sugar? Forest? Ah ain't heard him..."
"Oh, he's asleep", Alex replied, "He's next to me, snoring away. He sleeps fast and deep."
"Bet the sugar's bone-tired", Becky commented. Then she asked, "He don't seem to have yo... energy... or somethin'; Ah thinks we gotta treat him gently; he's softer, sweeter. You gots some kinda spunk, electricity or somethin'; tougher or something..."
"I'm a slut! You said it!", Alex admitted, "I can be quite the lazy-bones, but, man! You get me going, that's all there is to it! And, yes, I think I have had a somewhat harder life than Forest. His folks were very rich. Not super rich, but pretty rich, you know, two or three acres in a highly expensive area outside Seattle, and a two-story, three-thousand square-feet house, and... stuff like that."
"He's so dang sweet!", Becky reiterated.
"Yeah, we'll go easy on him", Alex pleasantly agreed.

Soon Alex joined Forest in snoring. Becky fell asleep too after a time. Becky's farm-trained mind helped her wake up at six in the morning, indeed.

Becky quietly exited her space in the trailer, taking out her assault rifle with her. The morning was already "blueing" up, since it was the long days of summer. She strung on her so-called bathing suit, untied her bicycle, set the rifle to it and was on her way.

Becky first crossed the grassy median to get to the south-bound right lane of the interstate highway. She gave herself a few minutes of pedaling slow, then gradually sped up to 25 miles per hour. As she neared her parents' home, she was making 28, 29, or even 30 miles per hour. She crossed the grassy median again, going what would be considered wrong way on the entrance ramp, on to the state road and showed up at her parents' home, just before seven in the morning.

A pleasantly surprised Felicity threw her arms around Becky and even cried a bit. George said "She cried some after you all left".

"Good heavens, Mom", Becky urged, "You're makin' it hard for me to leave!"
"Oh...", Felicity wept, "We just miss your antics, your energy, all your carrying on! This place is as quiet as a tomb without you!"
"Well shucks, Mom", Becky replied, "It ain't like Ah made a lot of noise while Ah was here. Ah didn't evuh listen to loud music or nothin'".
"Yes, admittedly, that is odd", George spoke up, "Still, however, with you gone, the place does seem awfully quiet. Maybe after a month of being exposed to Alex's and Forest's strange spiritualist beliefs, I have picked up some of their thinking, but, to say it in their terms, you do give off an unseen energy. It isn't physical, it can't be measured. But, it's there. No question about it".
"Wow!", Becky responded, while still embraced by Felicity.

Finally, Felicity let go, commenting, "And you are one big lady to get somebody's arms around! Anyway, George is right, you do give off an energy."

Well, maybe Becky should not have made the trip, it just made things harder. Becky appeared to have made the trip just for kicks. After all, you leave on a journey and after a full day of traveling, and then one can make it back inside an hour on a bicycle? That perhaps struck Becky as fascinating.

But now, after Becky's shower and after breakfast and some chatting in the living room, Becky had to bicycle back to continue the trip. Since Becky had taken all her clothes, she forgot she would have to wear her wet bathing-strings after washing them in the shower. But that was okay, they were dry within minutes. So Becky spent the day nearly nude with her parents.

After urging and urging from Felicity, Becky agreed to stay until two in the afternoon, and that would include a period for Becky to nap. Becky asked George to turn on the ham radio to listen for Alex calling in, because, for sure, he would wonder where she is.

Sure enough, a nap Becky was taking at about ten-thirty was interrupted by a signal coming over the radio. Indeed it was Alex.

George answered the call and assured Becky was alright and that she was staying a few hours longer than planned. Becky spoke over the radio herself to reassure Alex. Indeed, the signal was clear and steady, since 100 watts was being used to communicate over a mere twenty miles.

Later that day, Felicity asked Becky about tomorrow. "You will be, what, forty miles away then. Will you be able to bicycle here then?"
"Hmm", Becky uttered, smiling with pig-tails bouncing, "You know, Ah could, but..."
"She has to save her energy for pulling the car and trailer with the boys", George reminded, "I know Becky is a veritable dynamo of energy, but even she has limits."
"Oh, okay", Felicity agreed, disappointed.
"Tell you what", Becky began, "Ah'll see how it goes".

Later that day, about two in the afternoon, Becky's parents were out in the smaller fields amidst their own vegetables, doing some tasks. Becky got on the ham rig and called Alex. Sure enough, after some tries, he answered.

"What's up, Mistress?", Alex asked, "Are you about to come back?"
"Maybe, not yet", Becky began, "Tell you what, can you boys' dicks spare me one day? Ah has an idea. Mah Mom is carryin' on so, Ah is gonna stay overnight. Now, y'all are on fairly flat ground, ain't ya? So y'all can pull without me?"
"Yeah, we are", Alex answered, "But, we'll be putting in another twenty miles... And, I miss you! And so does Forest!"
"Aw, you sweet sugars!", Becky exclaimed, "But just remember, Ah's gonna be with y'all always. Ah just gotta let my Mom have one mo day with me. And as to yo puttin' in another twenty miles, no problem. That means tomorrow, Ah'll have forty miles to go. Ah can knock that down in an hour and a half. Y'all will just continue to be on the interstate, right?"
"Yes", replied Alex, "Like, if you come back two tomorrow afternoon, we'll just be on the extreme right of the emergency lane, that's all".
"Okay then, sugars", Becky replied pertly, "Now, anythin' you wanna ask me?"
"No, that'll do it", Alex replied, "I am wondering however, your... are your parents with you?"
"Nope! They're in the fields".
"Okay", Alex continued, "Well, your fake dick is here, along with our real ones. What are you going to orgasm on?"
"HAH HAH HAH!", Becky guffawed into the radio, then replied, "Ah'll use mah bike seat. You done saw me do it once, and Ah do it lots. Ah'll just ride out in the fields, get away from where mah parents can hear, and have at it! Don't worry, honey-sugar, Ah can take care of mah-self."

Later, Becky had supper with her parents, chatted a while, and then rode her bicycle out to the fields as she always does. She does not tell what she does out there, of course.
Later, Becky returned, took another bath, and slept well that night.

Well, it was tough, again, for Felicity, the next day, when about two-o-clock in the afternoon came about. Felicity did a lot of hugging of her robustly built daughter before at last releasing her to get on her bicycle, assault rifle in the ready, and take off.

On the highway, Becky's eager, powerful legs soon had her up to twenty-five miles per hour. Because Becky was already awake, little warm-up was required. Though ninety-two degrees, Becky had no problem. Her skimpy set of strings and the wind on her nearly bare body and face kept her adequately cool. During the last forty minutes of her non-stop trip, Becky made nearly thirty miles per hour.

Indeed, Becky came zooming in, perspiring, around four-thirty or earlier, to the car and trailer. Alex and Forest were having something to eat, their "breakfast", and were about to get ready for another twenty miles of travel.

Becky had brought her own items to eat. After eating, she laid in the grass next to the car and trailer, in it's sparse shadow, for a quick nap.
About five-thirty, they hitched themselves up, Becky in the middle, Alex on left and Forest on the right, and began the day's pulling.

Thus went the first three days. After that, it was no more trips back by bicycle. Indeed, for a few days, they lost radio contact with her parents. At six days out, some 130 miles into the journey, communication with her parents by ham radio was again possible. The communication was quite clear, but it was the typical swirling, sometimes fading characteristic of typical sky-wave propagation, and now, had to be done at night. The next day, after adding another twenty or more miles to that, for a total of 155 miles, the communication became even clearer, as they were now within optimum sky-wave propagation range.

Where does Alex get electricity for his ham rig? Well, there was a pile of stuff on top of the trailer and on top of the Toyota. But, as before, on the very top, were three solar panels. They kept deep cycle batteries charged for other electrical devices as well as the ham radio.

They had power for fans inside the trailer for when they sleep (because it is hot in there), a very small refrigerator, a hot plate for cooking, a toaster, and... so on.
They also had brought fishing tackle for whenever bodies of water, such as ponds, lakes, streams or rivers, were encountered for the possibility of fresh fish.

Baths were a problem. Well simply, there were none. The three just had to put up with being soiled for a time. Sometimes, an interstate highway rest-area would be within their ability to make it. In such cases, they would have showers... if the rest-area had power and/or water-pressure. Many rest-areas had showers added due to the numbers of people using human-powered transportation.

One would wonder if such a slow motion trip would even be feasible or safe, on a lane of an interstate highway. Well, avoiding another long-winded explanation of the situation and background, (which we all know by now, this writer hates), the reader would be advised to reread the beginnings of this story if a review is needed. But, what we are dealing with is a situation where oil supplies have been completely cut off. No oil barges, no pipe lines. The only oil is from local sources. And it is strictly rationed to trains, 18-wheel-trucks, and electric generation. Almost none is left over for personal automobiles.

As already indicated, the emergency lane and the right lane of interstate highways had been opened for horses, bicycles, velomobiles, hikers, and occasionally, what Alex, Forest and now, Becky are doing, people-drawn wagons, carts or trailers. Basically, the Toyota was being used as a mere cart. Its trunk, back-seat, and all upper surfaces were crammed with stuff, as was the trailer. Sometimes, such a rig would be drawn by a horse. But horses are suddenly expensive and in short supply.

It was a mixture of old-west days and modern. The use of animals or people for energizing transportation is back, but, as with Alex, Forest and Becky, they have some modern conveniences pointed out above, powered by solar energy.

And they had an M-16, and two assault rifles. One was added for Becky to use... her own, actually, and yes, she knows how to use it. They kept these weapons close at all times. At night, when pulling, the weapons sat ready in the left and right front-seats of the Toyota, with the front windows rolled down, for quick access. When sleeping, they were in the trailer with them. An alarm would sound if the doors of the Toyota were opened, or any kind of tugging or pulling was done as would be, if someone attempted to untie and steal any of the items tied up on top of the Toyota and trailer.

At times, depending on sensed conditions and time of night, Alex slung his M-16 over his shoulder. He was concerned of the possibility of a sudden ambush from the dark, boogery woods which were toward the right, off the shoulder of the interstate. Such an ambush might pin them down so that they could not have the chance to grab the weapons from the windows of the Toyota.

During the night, one 18-wheel truck might pass by per hour on that left lane. That was the only motorized traffic. Oh, and once, someone glided by on an electric motorbike at only fifteen miles per hour, but he was certainly faster than the three and their rig.

Did Alex and Forest enjoy Becky's awesome body during all of this? You bet! Usually, when they quit for the night, usually anywhere from 2 A.M. to 4 A.M., they were wound up, and this often expressed as libido. Alex, more often than Forest, wanted sex. But Forest was there too, in some mornings, at Becky's butt. Becky simply leaned over on the hood of the Toyota exposing and displaying her usually wet labias and hole for Alex and Forest and let them take turns drilling away at her hole. Out in the wide open, you ask? Sure. Nobody around, anyway. And it was exciting! In the open, and under the star-light, it was an exciting experience!

So in this manner, Alex, Forest and Becky crept toward their new West Virginia home. Because of the time it took, the money for food supplies would have to be replenished every so often. This is what made Alex complain earlier about "always having to eat". They planned to stop in towns and work for a week or two, mostly as pullers of carts, wagons, or even rickshaws. These were typical jobs for fit bodies.

Buying food itself was a hassle. Generally, they would pull their rig over near some important off ramp where they were reasonably sure a stocked grocery store of some sort would not be far. Either Alex or Forest, before encountering the farm, and now, exclusively Becky with her powerful legs, would untie a bicycle and zip out and back for groceries. Becky eagerly volunteered and took over this job. Anyway, one or more would remain with the rig to prevent theft.

The hassle for stopping in a town for earning money occurred only once, however. But when it did, it was a major hassle and caused griping from Alex.

They began to run low on money as they entered Virginia. But, there were no sizable towns near. Roanoke was too far. And Alex had refused Forest's idea of taking a slight detour of their route, which was interstate 77, in order to use interstate 85 to get to Salem, North Carolina, where surely there would be puller-work. Route 52 and interstate 74 would be used to bring them back to interstate 77 just before entering Virginia. But Alex had absolutely refused, saying, "It'll add a hundred miles to our journey!" That was not true, it may have added thirty miles, but Alex could not be talked into it. So, they were near the end of their funds in Virginia with no towns of any size around.

Setting off on a bicycle, Becky explored the possibility of farm work in any of the farms around that were visible from the interstate. It took several tries, but at last they found a farm that could use some general help from anyone with fit bodies. The work did include pulling. But they had to pull their rig some twenty miles to get there, an all night task.

Becky then discovered a way to have done with the money hassle once and for all. Near there was a bar and night-club that had nude dancers. Becky eagerly volunteered for that. With Forest and Alex carrying their weapons as escorts, they rode bicycles to the bar at about ten P.M.
Alex and Forest waited and tooled around outside until two A.M. when they closed. Becky knocked the men out with her awesome amazon physique and they gave her a lot of money to dance near them. After closing, men tended to follow Becky, and some of them were pretty big. But two fit escorts, though not that big, and with one toting an M-16, resulted in none of them bothering Becky for long.
Together, Alex, Forest and Becky whisked away on bicycles. (And don't forget to visualize the correct scene... you may be visualizing a typical small-town bar with nude dancers... the pickup trucks, the cars, but, remember, nobody has those any more. The parking around the bar had horses tied up, horses hitched to wagons, and many bicycles.)

It did not take long for Becky to save sufficient money from this. In only a few days, they had enough money that they estimated would last the rest of the trip. So, thanks to Becky, they would not have to listen to Alex's griping about "having to eat all the time" or "making a living".

After that, they really began to encounter the hills. Interstate 77, in Virginia, has a hellacious climb. For this, they fired up the Toyota's engine and used it to make most of the climb. Using the interstate's left lane and keeping speed down to 45 miles per hour, they climbed the worst part of the uphill. After that, they could coast down the other side. Another climb after that was not so tough. They pulled the rig up that one, but it took some doing. They probably could not have done it without Becky.

A tunnel is on the interstate 77. It burrows straight through a big mountain. The tunnel and a long segment of interstate 77 used to be toll, but that was long gone. The tunnel is quite long, and somewhat up hill. It took them an hour and a half to cross it.

Other climbs were encountered. Alex, Forest and Becky tried as much as possible to pull the rig, but in spots, it was just a little too steep. In order to save their already dwindling fuel, they employed the strategy of starting the Toyota's engine alright, but, while only at idle, putting the Toyota in gear. This gave just enough help so that they could pull.

The up-hills required digging in and leaning heavily into their harnesses. But, they were rewarded with wonderful rests on the down-hills. For down-hilling, they piled into the Toyota, and with its engine off of course, simply coasted. The speed became surprisingly high, sometimes as much as sixty miles per hour.

At Charleston West Virginia, they took interstate 79 west. Fifty miles or over two days brought them to a West Virginia state road which would wind around the final ten miles to Alex's property. For this, they used the Toyota's engine. The roads were not graded very well, and there was no way they could pull the weight up such hills. The gauge said empty, or was nudging every so often, on the "empty-pin". They were down to their final drops of fuel. Carefully Alex drove, as light-footed as possible, up the hills, and shut the engine off for the down-hills. Finally, with the gauge then plastered on the "empty-pin", they made Alex's property.
And thus, Alex, Forest and Becky had arrived to their new home.

They arrived something like six A.M. Yes, they had put in some extra hours to get this trip behind them. The last thirty minutes had been driving anyway. When on Alex's property, they slept in the trailer as before to get much needed rest and await day light so they could begin their new life-style.

After waking up and "breakfast" (at one P.M.), the first job was to get Alex's water pump running. He had not been there for years, and so the water pump took a lot of coaxing, mostly in the form of priming. That was made more difficult by not having any other running water around; they had to carry buckets of water from a nearby run (real small stream). Another thing was to erect the solar panels. Temporarily, the pump had been being powered by a 4000-watt near-sine-wave inverter Alex had with him. The inverter drew its power from the deep cycle batteries they had with them in the trailer (mentioned before).

So Alex had to erect at least the solar panels for the pump. Alex had taken them down and hid them in an underground storage shed when he was last here years ago. The panels erected without too much difficulty. The electrical connections were made and then the efforts on priming the pump continued. Finally, the pump was pumping water on its own, spurting and full of sand though it may have been.

They let the pump just run, now that there was plenty of solar with the sun shining bright. Eventually, the pump cleared of bubbles and sand. Daily use would keep it clear and primed. Now they could take a shower, something they had not the chance to do in over three days.

Next, Alex dragged out even more stored solar panels and set them up. They had another thing to power up...

Alex already had what was actually a garden shed being used as a cabin. Next to it was an eight-foot by four-foot, five and a half feet tall plywood thing with a tin-roof sitting on concrete blocks that had a toilet and a shower and tub, a full bathtub. Though they had to bend over, it was at least a shower. And a full tub meant each one could sit and relax. Alex had a tiny twenty gallon hot water heater in there, and that was the reason for Alex's busy setting up of several more solar panels.

Alex would later set up a big thermal hot water panel, which heats water directly from the sun without first being converted to electricity by photovoltaics. This approach to heating water is five times more efficient. The big super-insulated tank, the heavy support beams, and the really heavy thermal hot water panel is typical of the kind of thing that Becky's amazon muscles came in handy for.

All this activity with the water pump and solar panels, and taking for-real, long hot baths for the first time in years for most of them, took up the rest of the day.

Years before, Alex had planted some apple trees and let some variety of wild edible vegetables go, as advised in a book he had obtained about "farming indigenous crops". These crops take care of themselves. Being somewhat indigenous to the region, they grow with little or no attendance. Indeed, they had spread and grown. They were able to pick of these then, that evening, and have them for supper. Small fresh-water clams were in parts of the run. They boiled some of these for supper.

Becky enjoyed all this thoroughly. Alex and Forest were relieved that Becky did not become cranky over conditions as many women, or men for that matter, would have. Actually, now finally on Alex's property, conditions improved. They had a pretty fair amount of electricity, better than when Becky was on her farm, and better than at the spiritualist community near Macon. They had pretty good food. They had land for growing more food, and for raising chickens. Alex showed them, later, where there were plenty of plump black-berries. Compared to before, they enjoyed better conditions.

So, after a couple days of settling down and rest, using his one good velomobile, Alex pedaled the ten miles of winding road to the spiritualist community to set up working in the velomobile factory. He wore his brief bikini, no problem. People in these times were no longer the prudes they once were. It was summer, there was little or no air-conditioning, human-powered transportation, the exertion that it is, was the norm, and, generally, with so many pressures and logical reasons for skimpy attire, including less laundry to wash, society had no choice but to bend to the logic of such attire.

Alex had been in contact with friends or contacts in this spiritualist community by ham radio. It turned out that the demand for velomobiles was taking a surprising upturn. As word slowly spread (remembering all the down communications), more and more people were ordering velomobiles. It looked like using horses or bicycles was here to stay for a long, long time. Even if oil began to get a little more plentiful, from the liquifying of coal, or if ethanol became a little more plentiful, it would be life-times before the severe rationing and super high prices would ease. Horses are a lot of trouble, scarce and expensive. Bicycles exposed one to weather and attacks from occasional roaming wild dogs. And bicycles are not known for comfort, what with that chaffing saddle and having to crane one's neck up to see. The velomobile was a much better choice. The news of these practical velomobiles the spiritualist community's factory was making, based on many of the European velomobile designs, was spreading, and spreading exponentially.

Whew! Sheesh! I'm boring myself to death with these ding-blasted background situation descriptions!

So, anyway, what all this means, is that the former plan of Alex being employed only occasionally as a velomobile maker, and doing other tasks in the meantime, had been changed. He would now be used exclusively as velomobile maker. Also, he was allowed to bring in whatever help he wanted; and that meant Forest and Becky.

First thing the community did is allow Alex to tow home, behind him, two other velomobiles; one for Becky and one for Forest. As Alex pulled up to his property and clamored out and parked the velomobiles, he heard that familiar yelling in ecstasy of orgasm. Yep, Forest was enjoying Becky's hole. She soon screeched in relief too. Alex came around to see a naked Becky leaning over a rock out-cropping, allowing Forest access to her equipment.

As Forest simmered down and slumped to the side to lay down in the grass, Alex approached with a pounding erection. Becky saw him, as she remained bent over.
"Come here, slut! Your turn!", Becky invited.
With great pleasure, Alex donned condom and dumped away twice into Becky.

Later that day, Forest hiked with Alex off a piece while Becky napped, and requested of Alex to, from now on, if there is a trip to be done by one person, for Alex to stay with Becky. Forest will do the trip.
Alex said, "Well, in this one case, I had to go by myself. There was only one velomobile, and the community knows me. Now that we're all set up, and you all have temporary velomobiles of your own, that will no longer be necessary. Tomorrow, we'll fit Becky and you to your own velomobiles and then we'll be really set up. But, why the request?"
"Becky worries me when I'm alone with her", Forest stated.
Alex chuckled and asked, "Why? Man! Let me alone with her! Any day! But, why? What worried you?"
"Oh, she just kept following me around. She kept grabbing me and hugging me. And she's so big, and strong as a horse. When she grabs me, there's no getting away. She was naked the whole time; well, you see her. She hasn't worn any clothes since we got here!"
"YEAHHHH!" Alex drooled.
"So, she follows me around, feels me up, keeps hugging me and feeling my dick; maybe she's a sex pervert..."
"MAYBE!?" Alex interjected.
Forest continued, "Then she started laying it on. She put on some wild music. She practically forced me to watch her dance which included masturbation. Do you know she brought that fake dick with her? Anyway, she dances, masturbates and carries on."
"Sheesh!" Alex commented, "What's a matter with you, pansy? This is what I dreamed about! OH MAN! I've dreamed about and fantasized about a woman like Becky all my life!"
"Well, it did get me going", Forest admitted, "That's what she must have planned. As soon as she saw I had erection, she wrapped a condom over it and had me go in her. It felt dreamy-great!"
"WELL!", Alex asserted, "There you go! What's wrong with that?"
"Oh, nothing, I guess", replied Forest, "It's just that I've never seen a woman like that. Gosh! She's so wild! She's taking to this place like she belonged here forever. After I fucked her, she hiked by herself for a long time. Later, she came back with all these vegetables. She cooked lunch and, it was pretty good. Then she seduced me into fucking her again. That second time I was at it is when you came home."
"Wow, WOW, WOW!!!", responded Alex enthusiastically, "YES! Well, you got it! Next time there is a trip, an errand or something that requires only one of us, yes! Be my guest. You go. Like, for groceries or supplies. You go, in your velomobile, and I'll stay with wild Becky. With supreme PLEASURE!!!"

Well, that was settled.

Becky indeed took to Alex's wilderness land very well; it fit her, she fit the land. It all seemed most natural. Before long, Becky had hiked almost every square foot of it and knew more about it than Alex himself did. One thing for sure, with Becky around, neither Alex or Forest wanted for sex.

Well anyway, the next day after Alex's trip by himself to set things up, all three pedaled to the spiritualist community...
By the way, unlike when they were creeping along at two miles per hour with that rig, these velomobiles made the ten miles go down almost as quick as in a car. So that nonsense is behind them! They knocked down that ten miles in minutes.

Right away, they fit and bought a velomobile for Forest. Becky though, had to be measured and her powerful legs taken into account. The special-order build of a custom two-rider in-line (one rider behind the other, not side-by-side) was then started.

Alex participated in the building of it with who would be his boss, a master craftsman of bicycle frames and velomobile fairings. He had a German accent and was German. He had worked in velomobile factories before as a production engineer. So, he knew his stuff.

Forest and Becky assisted in this and other velomobile orders. Learning quickly as they worked, they were soon set loose on their own order-projects.

What's that factory like?
It sits surrounded by rows of delicious organically grown vegetables on one side, and forest on the other. The factory is mostly a tin roof supported over an area of concrete by beams. There were no walls. It was a multi-purpose factory, with different areas making different things. The inner-most areas made electronic items. There were furniture areas, glassware areas, ceramic areas and so on. Becky, Forest and Alex worked on the side of the factory that faced the forest, and right on the edge. That was the velomobile area. If it rained, and the wind blew from the forest, or that is, inward, Becky, Forest and Alex would get sprinkled. But since they always wore skimpy clothes, it was no matter. Becky relished it. Anyway, they needed the space provided by being at the side of the factory. During breaks and lunch, Becky, Forest and Alex could hike in the woods. In secluded spots, Becky often knocked Alex down to masturbate on his hip. They also had lunch out there.

The factory is not very noisy. The few hand power-tools are powered by inverters connected to solar energy systems. Obviously, there is no air-conditioning, only fans.

As indicated just previously, Alex, Forest and Becky were allowed to wear their skimpy attire, no problem. That included Becky's "bathing suit" with the vagina patch and the accompanying strings that support it. Her big, brown bare muscle-butt along with the rest of her magnificent amazon physique was quite a conversation piece for a while, and even inspired other ladies in the factory, or just around, to dress similarly.
Most men in the factory wore shorts and tank-tops. Two others, who had surmised their physiques were okay enough, wore only brief bathing trunks, though not as brief as Alex's or Forest's. They had slender, willowy physiques like Alex and Forest and attracted Becky's eye. One or two women wore skimpy two piece bikinis; however, after Becky showed up, more women began wearing skimpy attire. It was a totally cool factory to work in.

In a couple weeks, Becky was at last able to turn in her borrowed velomobile (which; guess what; while powering up a typical West Virginia hill, she snapped the chain! The three had been on the way to the spiritualist community's factory for work. They put Forest in the disabled velomobile where he would just ride and steer, and put that velomobile in tow behind Becky, who now pedaled Forest's velomobile. After Becky was told to go easy on the pedals, the three arrived to work in that manner. At the factory, they replaced the chain. Since it was a borrowed velomobile, they gladly paid for the chain replacement.). Becky pedaled home in a gleaming new two-rider velomobile. It was equipped with heavier duty titanium chain and cog-sets, to take the horse power of Becky's awesome legs. Becky said she did not even feel the extra weight of it being a somewhat larger two-rider velomobile, even though normally, that second seat would be empty (and thus, no "stoker").

Alex then allowed the spiritualist community to farm his five or more acres of meadow. It was on a steep hill and so they employed contour furrows and terracing. Becky had one rule, that there be no complaints or objections to her going nude when on her own property. (The property was Alex's, but she had practically taken it over!) The farmers were okay with that. Many of them were men, and the women liked Becky's feminine strength.

Becky did only a little participation in the farming of her own land. Her main job now was velomobile builder.

Well, after settling in for some months, indeed, before they knew it, it was time for harvest at Becky's parents' farm. They had not the chance to make any purely "visit trips", mostly because Becky, Alex and Forest had to participate in training replacement builders for when they left for a month or so.

The spiritualist community was relaxed about jobs. It was quite natural for them to have the same people sometimes work as farmers, then crafts-persons, the farmers again, and so on. Besides, the way orders kept coming in for velomobiles, when Becky, Alex and Forest return, the replacements would maybe stay, due to that many more orders.

The velomobile trip to South Carolina and Becky's farm went well. Details coming up. Becky, as might be expected, livened it up. And as estimated, in three days and a few hours of a fourth, they arrived.

The return trip was a bit slower, however, requiring four whole days, with a little extra time on that forth day to get the trip done. Alex attributed this to the fact, that when going from West Virginia to South Carolina, the elevation decreases; there is more down-hill than up-hill. On the way back however, there is more up-hill than down-hill.

Well, what's it like on a velomobile trip with Becky? Wildness and kinkiness were to be the threesome's constant companions, "invited" along by Becky.

Let's start off by first pointing out, that, unfortunately, (or fortunately for the viewing pleasure of Alex and Forest and for the continuously horny Becky herself; it depends on one's way of looking at it) Becky discovered the back of a velomobile makes a wonderful masturbation object.

Becky discovered this long before the trip, of course.
The first time she tried it, was on Alex's velomobile after he entered it to go somewhere. With Alex seated, and Forest seated in his velomobile too, Becky hollered, "Wait, slut! Ah's got somethin' fer ya...". Becky spread her huge legs and straddled the back of Alex's velomobile. She leaned forward and held the canopy window to hold the velomobile in place. She then dragged her hungry cunt over the narrow rounded ridge of it until she shrieked in orgasm. With Forest looking on from his velomobile, Becky calmed down, rubbing her crotch on that ridge, eking out all the pleasure. Finally she let go and got off.

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