My turn on watch rolled around and I found myself walking the
back perimeter with a woman at least ten years my senior. She had
long blond hair still and a strong frame from which hung two
meaty tits. The night was warm and both of us were sweating
slightly from the patrolling.

Denise was married to a rather stern fellow and already had a
couple of rug rats as she called them. She told me about their
lives while I kept quiet, adding only little, calculated glimpses
into my household. As we turned the corner, Denise stopped me,
looked me full in face and told me that my house was the talk of
the town. I braced myself because it was obvious that she had
questions.

"Tell me," she said, "Are you fucking Marissa?"

I appreciated the bluntness but not the question. I told her that
I wasn't, that Marissa was not sixteen but I admitted that she
was precocious.

"Are you telling me the truth?" Denise pushed with disbelief
behind her words.

"Look, Marissa was molested before we left L.A. I know who did it
and the fucker dead. Now I am Marissa's world because of that and
at sixteen, she will be my second wife."

I didn't lie, I just didn't tell the whole truth. Denise seemed
to accept it and we continued in silence for awhile.

"I heard that Marissa and Anna are particularly close, very close
in fact."

"I suppose they are," I answered trying to evade the real
question.

"Oh come on," Denise insisted punching me lightly on the arm,
"they're lickin' lesbians and they have been since Preacher
Greeley hung himself."

I held up my hands in front of me in surrender and Denise gave me
a chuckle.

"Tara says you have a big cock and that it gets really hard and
stays that way."

An enemy soldier jumps out at me, I can react instantly. Mutated
monsters even are no problem. Women, they leave me flabbergasted.

"Yeah."

"Can I see it?. No one else is out here and Tara isn't the
jealous type, I can tell."

I turned my head to peer into the darkness on the other side of
fence and I focused my ears and heard nothing as well.

"Yeah."

Like she was taking a pot off of the stove, Denise simply reached
over and popped open my trousers and hauled out my semi-hard
cock. She rubbed it up and down until she got it fully rigid and
then commented on how nice it was.

She pointed to the apple tree and suggested that I "get her
juicy" because she wanted to be fucked with a real monster. She
dropped her pants by the tree and pulled off her t-shirt.

"Suck on these babies," she ordered. They were heavy in my hands
as I bent forward to suck her nipples. As I pulled at one with my
lips, I dropped my hand to her crotch and almost pulled away my
hand in surprise, she had shaved off all of her hair. She
chuckled again at my reaction and impatiently pulled my arm down
until my fingers sunk into folds of her cunt. I started to finger
fuck her taking a moment of extra attention at the top of her
slit every third or fourth stroke.

"Damn that feels good," Denise complimented me, "now get behind
me fuck me like there's no tomorrow."

Denise bent over and grabbed on the tree like she was ready for a
ride. She was larger and looser than Tara but she had a magical
way with her vaginal muscles. They would squeeze and release me
as I pushed in and out. I told her that her pussy was amazing and
she explained that they were "kleigels" and that she could teach
Tara as well.

It was just a straightforward, "wham-bam, thank you ma'am"
screwing session. I reached around and toyed with Denise's clit
while still banging her from behind. The fuck had the feel of a
simmer rather than a boil and the difference was enjoyable.

"That's it," she told me and started to moan that she was close,
getting closer, and then cried out softly as her orgasm shook her
deeply.

I wasn't ready to cum so while Denise caught her breath, I was
preparing to pick up the pace. As my cock found the bottom of her
cunt my head whirled around to catch a whisper in the air that
tickled my left ear, on the other side of the fence. I don't
remember whipping my cock out of her cunt but I stooped and
snatched up the rifle and pulled the night scope to my eye.

At two o'clock something was flapping and it was the wrong shape
and size for an owl. I sighted between the two wings and squeezed
the trigger. We both heard a shriek and seconds later a thud as a
heavy body hit the ground, still outside the perimeter.

I stood trying to pierce the far darkness when I heard from the
ground next to me with awe: "Damn, you're still hard."

A few minutes later, the headlights of a pickup caught us by the
tree, fully clothed this time. We waited until the dawn and then
jumped the fence to search the young forest. It took all morning
but before noon James gave a shout and we gathered around the
find.

I had shot an angel.

It looked like an angel, human face with large wings but the rest
of body was mishapen. The body was remarkably light. Her hair, it
was a she, was like beautiful cornsilk and she seemed magical
until someone pulled back her lips and the two rows of pointed
teeth with enlarged incisors appeared. My angel was a demon.

I bid farewell to the search party but Denise caught up to me
before I climbed in the truck.

"About last night, it was a good fuck for me. I hope we get
another chance for me to return the favor. But I don't forget my
promises and I will teach Tara what I promised."

Like I said, women leave me flabbergasted.

Before I slipped into sleep, I told Tara we needed to talk later.
Later was when I awoke to the most incredible sensation on my
cock. Tara lay at the end of the bed with her face buried in my
pubic hair. Her cheeks were sunken in with the pressure she was
applying to my cock. Her hand was furiously pumping the root of
my cock and I could barely shake my head because my entire brain
had been sucked into my cock. When her finger snaked between my
ass cheeks and found my asshole, I lost it and spurt and shot and
spurt again down her gullet.

When Tara was done, she looked up and chirped, "Good morning! or
really good evening. You went to bed with a hard-on so I figured
you could use some special TLC (that's tender loving care) when
you woke up. You tasted especially yummy this time too."

I cringed because I hadn't showered when I got home and I'm sure
that Denise's 'juicy' juices were still there when I fell asleep.
Tara crawled up and kissed me on the cheek.

"Who is she? Will you share her with me? Is she going to move in
with us?"

The innocence of her questions reminded again just how deeply
Tara was bound to me, how much she was dependent upon me. I held
on to her for a good long time.

"She will find you, Tara, and the rest is up to her."
