Let Ritter have it his way

You glance back over your shoulder again to make sure Cassie is still asleep. Her face is in shadow, but you think you can just make out the sound of her snoring over the rain beating against the windows.

With your right hand still stroking his hard cock you turn back to Ritter and give him a sly grin. You move your free hand behind your back and unbuckle your bra. You shrug out of the confines of the silky cups, exposing the large mounds of your breasts to the damp air and Ritter's gaze. You squeeze Ritter's cock and then release it, moving both hands to your breasts, pushing them together and tugging at your nipples.

"You want to cum on these?" You ask. "I could use some nice...warm...cream."

"Fuck yeah," Ritter says as he staggers to his feet.

He stands over you as you turn and present the soft shelf of your tits to him. You look up at him and his hard cock and you lick your lips.

"Come on," you urge him, "give it to me."

His fist pounds up and down his dick. The swollen head is oozing precum and is so red it looks almost purple.

"Close," Ritter grunts.

You reach between his legs and give his balls a gentle squeeze. That's all it takes.

"Fuck!" He cries as his orgasm overtakes him.

You can actually see the underside of his shaft pump and then a thick white rope of semen spurts from his cockhead and splashes across your breasts. The liquid is thick and warm and you gasp as more of his scalding load splatters on your chest. Ritter covers the compressed flesh of your tits and paints your nipples and arm with his hot spunk. He slaps his cock against your tits and little droplets of sperm splatter across your neck and your throat.

Ritter sways and chuckles as he looks down at you.

"You like what you see?" You ask and wiggle from side to side so he can see the cum filling the valley between your tits.

"Mmmmm," Ritter grins and reaches down to rest a hand on your cheek.

He runs a thumb across your lips and you part them slightly, darting your tongue out to taste his salty flesh. The crash of thunder startles you and in the flash of lightning that follows a moment later you see several figures silhouetted against the glass window.

Crazies!

You don't have time to worry about your state of undress. You grab your rifle and open fire through the glass. Ritter leaps from the conveyor, shoving his cock back into his jeans and hurrying to button up and grab his rifle. Your tits bounce with the recoil of your M-16 as you drop a hunch-backed man with a well-aimed shot fired through the plate glass.

Two figures rush around the truck and into the checkout area. Their bare feet drip blood from the broken glass, but they don't seem to care. You're glad that the darkness hides the details of their self-mutilation as you fire two shots into each. A moment later Ritter is at your side. firing and shouting curses at the crazies now charging in through the windows.

There are more than two dozen of them in all. Men and women in rags and soiled clothing. Covered in the sick bruises of the plague, their eyes wild with madness and their fingers raw with ****. They snarl and run at you, obvlivious to the danger you and Ritter represent.

You and Ritter are no tactical geniuses, but there's just too much open area for the crazies to cover. A few of them almost make it. They get close enough that you can smell their distinctive foulness of disease and madness, but you drop them with shots to the chest and head. When it's done you're thankful for the smell of gunpowder to cover their stink.

Ritter hands you a towel and you mop off your breasts and hurridly put your bra and shirt back on. Cassie gives you a strange look, but you offer no explanation.

"They won't be back before morning," you say, though you can never truly be sure.

Cassie nods and lays back down next to her brother.

"Get some sleep," suggests Ritter.

You nod and start to walk over to the blankets.

"Hey," Ritter grabs your wrist.

You turn back to him, but before you can say anything he plants a kiss on your lips. His mouth is hard, his lips thin and tasting of sweat, but you part your mouth and let him explore you with his tongue. You melt into his embrace.

There is no malice or even lust to what he is doing. It's not the cheap thrills of before. Something is changing between you and Ritter. As you finally break the kiss you look him in the eye and see a softness there, way back, behind all of his hardass criminal demeanor. He's showing it to you and that's the scariest part.

"Goodnight, Ritter," you say and grab a blanket.

You're asleep almost immediately.