Darkest of Times

It's the darkest of times in this old world, life is at it's toughest.

The human population has only fractions of living souls left on this old earth after the big explosions followed by the diseases and riots in every country.

With the television shows like walking dead and crazy movies, no one would have believed that could actually happen in real life, well maybe not zombies and those things but the sickness that went on for a few years and the riots taking out what was left of our big cities.

I was fortunate to live far away from any big cities and places that were struck by the missiles from other countries in an all out war that eliminated most civilization and all government.

Everyone was left to defend for their own asses, so the people who were anti gun or anti hunting had the worst time of it, these idiots couldn't protect themselves or feed their families.

They expected the government to help them as usual, but there was no government to help anymore.

I was somewhat one of these to an extent, oh I wasn't afraid of guns or disliked hunting, I was just raised in a household that guns were not allowed and dad never took us fishing or hunting, he didn't believe in being cruel to animals even said that at most meals as he was eating his government rations of corned beef and block cheese.

During the first stages of disease and riots in the big cities we were not affected by them yet, but it wasn't long until it came to town.

The first time I seen it happening in our town was the minor crimes, stealing food by men that couldn't hunt or fish for their own families food supply and then later came the killing and murders of innocent people for food and ammo.

Then one day I witnessed a young mother raped and killed by some young thugs that I recognized as fellow students or the class bullies as we called them.

How did I know they were the class bullies, let me tell you about myself and my school days

My name is Hollis Mitchell, I am now 19 and haven't grown in height or weight since I was younger, I am still 5 foot 3 inches tall and weigh less that 100 pounds soaking wet.

I have bright green eyes and copper red hair that comes down past my shoulders now and the main reason I grow it that long is my large ears that is another many reasons Tad and the other bullies picked on me and that's why I keep my long fluffy red hair to below my shoulders.

I was beat up almost every day by Tad and his friends unless I was lucky enough to see them in time and run away, but the next day they made up for the beating I missed out on.

I was not only beat up daily but also harassed by them at every lunch time or in the gym during physical education, being called names like carrot head or cocksucker and a faggot as well as the lesser vulgar names like shrimp or tiny dick.

I guess the one that bothered me most wasn't faggot or cocksucker because I had never sucked a dick, but yes I guess I have to admit I did notice and appreciate the guys in the showers that sported those long fat swinging dicks.

I asked myself how could someone be so lucky to have a dick when it was soft that was twice as fat and long as mine when erect.

That's why the name that bothered me most was tiny dick and shrimp dick.

One thing I was blessed with was a nice pear shaped ass that was a little oversize for my skinny 5 ft 3 inch frame, I was embarrassed with all the whistles I received walking out of the shower after gym.

How did I escape all the terror you might ask, well as a kid I was very good at playing hide and seek.

And you might ask how was I sure that it was Tad and his thug buddies I recognized raping the young lady, I would know Tad's ugly face anywhere but also I was watching 15 feet away from my best hiding spot when I watched Tad's friends hold her down and the moment Tad dropped his jeans it brought back a bad memory.

One day after school, I was walking home, it was about a year ago and I had just had my 18th birthday the day before, I was happy and whistling to myself because I was happy about the day before and I got to wear my new clothes I got for my birthday.

I was wearing my new white shorts and a lavender colored shirt and happily walking through the woods that was surrounding a pond that was on my way home, when with a startle Tad jumps out and surprises me.

I tried to run but carrying all my books, I just couldn't get away, Tad held me to the ground and calling me sissy and faggot, two things happened that had never happened before, I received my first kiss and was disgusted it came from another boy.

And the second thing happened I guess was as Tad said my choice, I was either going to let him fuck me in the ass or suck his dick and either one was good for him, just my choice.

I guess that was the day I became a cocksucker, even though that was the only and the last time that had happened I guess I was actually a cocksucker.

Now it's one year later, my family is dead, killed by rioters, I'm 19 and it's getting harder to hide and scavenge for food and supplies so I decided I would steal everything I needed to run off from the little town I was living in.

I loaded up everything I thought I needed in a backpack and as small as I was I couldn't tote a very big backpack so I was going to have to find more somewhere else.

I headed out of town north bound and towards the mountain areas, I figured I could find berries and maybe come across an abandoned home that might supply me with shelter and food.

I was running short on food when I came up on an older house that looked as though most of it had been burned down, I knew that it wouldn't shelter me any better than hiding in the wooded mountain side and I didn't find any food, the only thing I found was some clothes that looked like they belonged to a teenage girl.

Even though the clothes looked about my size, there was no way I wanted them, I wasn't going to wear short skirts and blouses or the flimsy thin nighties and pretty much everything there was pink so I left them and scoped out farther up the side of the mountain.

I was hungry and my food supply had run out earlier in the day but I remembered seeing a strange bush earlier that had these large delicious looking berries on it, so I headed back and picked a few gallons of them and headed back to my camp.

The berries were bitter but sweet also and for someone as hungry as I was they were delicious and I ate most of them that night.

Around midnight, I was awakened by a severe stomach pain and all of the sudden I felt it.

The rushing sewage coming out of me and I couldn't hold it, I soiled all my clothes, the underwear and pants were the only ones I had.

I knew there was a stream back past the burned out house and I also knew it would take hours in this cold air at night for them to dry.

I took off the nasty clothes and in the cold of the night I walked back towards the old house.

I found a garbage bag and loaded some of the girls clothes into it, to this day I still don't know why I threw in a few pairs of panties and a couple nighties but I did.

I was a mess so I didn't put any of the little girly clothes on, I just carried everything to the creek and there I waded out into the water and gave myself a bath.

I was cold and needed something to wear but I didn't want to get the warmest clothes wet as I washed my own clothes, so I slipped on a pair of panties and after thinking about it a minute, I pulled a nightie over my head and onto my cold body.

I was busy washing my soiled pants when I got this feeling I was being watched.

From the corner of my eye I seen him, about 6 ft 3 and at least 200 pounds, he had a blond beard and long blond hair, looked to be about 35 years old or so and looked to be very muscled up and fit.

Terrified I dropped my pants I was washing and ran out of the creek back towards my camp, leaving everything behind, my pants and all the girls dresses and undergarments.

That night I lit no fire, I didn't want that man finding me, I shivered throughout the night as the chill settled in.

The next morning with very little sleep, I got up and started walking farther up the mountain, not realizing the higher I went the colder the nights would be, but there was nothing below me that I knew I could find food or more clothing.

I ran into the creek again and followed it up stream hoping to find some old deserted cabin.

I did find a cabin but it wasn't deserted.

Smoke was coming out of the chimney and it looked warm inside and off to the left of it was a line holding some clothes.

They were my clothes that I left and all the little girly clothes hanging out to dry.

I guess the burly man had finished washing my soiled clothes and hung them to dry.

I decided since I seen no one in sight and figured the manly person was inside in the warmth of his cabin that Id' steal my clothes back.

I rushed over to the line and started taking my underwear and pants down and for what reason I don't know I grabbed a couple of dresses and panties.

I turned around and running back the direction I came from, I ran smack into what felt like a wall, looking up I see these blue eyes staring into my green eyes, I try to speak but words are just muddled up.

This monster of a man has a deer draped over his shoulder and as I try to run in another direction, he grabs my arm and lifts me up tippy toe'd and walks me towards his cabin.

Muscle man drops the deer and opens the door and pushes me inside.

The man follows me inside and pushes me towards the fireplace and I stumble and fall to my knees, thankfully the bearskin rug in front of the hearth protects my knees.

He turns and locks the door to the cabin and now I hear the first words other than my own since I left that miserable little town of mine.

"You need to warm up by the fire, I know you're cold and hungry, I will warm some of the stew and biscuits up for us."

I look into his eyes and for some reason I no longer have any fear. "Thank you sir." Were the words that squeaked out of my lips.

In his booming voice I hear the question, "Are you a girl or a little boy."

"I am a young man." I responded.

"You don't look like a man, more on the gurly side, but it matters not to me." Then he laughs.

That morning I ate good and warmed up. we had a long discussion and during this talk he wouldn't let me change into my clothes, he just kept them beside him and away from me.

He introduced himself as John, I told him my name was Hollis but every time John called my name he called me Holly and by the end of the day I guess I was getting used to it.

"Holly, have you ever skinned a deer."

"No sir, I have never done anything like that."

"Well little one, if you're going to eat and sleep here you have to pitch in and help and there's plenty of things you will be doing around here, I need a woman to do some household things."

"John, I'm not a woman."

Grinning ear to ear, "Well you can't go out in this could in your nightie so you'll have to put on some warmer clothes."

Reaching for the clothes, thinking he will throw me my pants and underwear and a shirt, John grabs a pink dress and a bra and throws them at my feet.

"Put these on and get out here and help me skin this deer if you want to eat anymore around here girly."

"John, I'm not a girl."

"Doesn't matter, get the dress on and lets go."

John watched with a wide smile as I put the bra on and then the dress, he even came up behind me and zipped the dress the rest of the way.

We skinned and cut up the deer and put it in his smoke house to cure and headed back inside where John asked me to cook something, actually I was a very good cook and I cooked some steaks we cut off the deer and it was delicious.

John grabbed a couple of pails that held about 10 gallons each and headed out the door, on his way out he said. "Ok pretty lady, be a good girl and clean up after our meal and do the good wifely things and straighten up the house."

"John, I told you I am not a girl and I am damn sure not your wife."

"Holly, you have your choice, you can live here protected and be the help I need starting tonight or you can leave early in the morning with nothing, Your choice baby."

John walks over to the bed and grabs my boys clothes and throws them into the fireplace and then loads a few more big logs on the fire.

I was devastated with the loss of the last part of my mans clothing.

Ten minutes later and the door bust open, John comes in toting the two pails of water and sets them on the rack in front of the big fireplace, I watch as he heats water and I continue cleaning and putting up the dishes.

John steps outside for a few minutes only to return with more water and a large bath type tub.

It was huge and looked like it was big enough for two people,

John dumps all the hot water in the tub and looks at me. "Holly, you still have that stinking odor on you, take a bath, you'll even feel better."

"Yes John, I think I need it."

And John stands behind me and unzips the back of the girls dress I was wearing, sliding it past my shoulders and down my back I feel his fingers tracing their way down my spine and it tingles, as the dress slides past my hips, I feel his thumbs hook into my pretty pink panties and slide them down to my ankles.

I step out of the panties and John holds my hand to steady me as I step into the tub.

I couldn't help it and I'm sure John noticed the hard little nub sticking out in front of my body, I was so embarrassed, my red face blended into my red hair.

The water was hot and relaxing, my body was loosening up and I barely noticed the touch as john had picked up the soap and started washing my shoulders for me, it felt so good and relaxing.

I was disappointed when he stopped and dropped the soap into the water.

I wasn't paying attention to what John was doing, I just started washing my chest and thinking how I had long red hair on my head but not a hair anywhere else on my body.

I turned to my left and seen John standing by the tub, 6 ft 3 inches of naked flesh standing inches from me.

I looked up and into his blue eyes as John told me. "Baby there's no use in wasting the hot water so I'm going to take my bath with you."

My eyes were glued to his body as he stepped into the tub, facing me and slipping down into the water on his knees facing in front of me within a inch of my lips is 8 inches of hard cock with a plumb size head.

I think back to Tad and this cock is much bigger than his, this man is much stronger and solid than him.

Why did I do it, why did I pick up the soap and start giving this man a bath and why did I start with washing this amazing piece of man meat in front of my wet wanting lips.

I wash and rinse his fat cock off then for some unexplained reason I look into John's eyes and lean forward and kiss the head of this beautiful mans cock.

Dried off, John hands me some clothes, or rather just one piece of clothing, a pretty little baby doll nightie, blue with white lacy trim.

I put it on and notice my hard little pecker is barely making a tent in it, I walk to wards the fireplace where John is standing getting warm.

Naked as the day he was born and with all 8 inches standing at attention.

I slip onto my knees in front of John, the bearskin rug protecting my knees and looking John in the eyes, I tell him.

"Honey, I've decided I want to be safe here with you."

And I started giving the second blowjob I have ever given, but this time I was giving it freely with all my heart and to the man I know would protect me and not abuse me, I decided then and there I would be John's wife, I would be his Holly.

Running my fingers up the outside of his thighs and through the hair, I also kiss my way up the inside until my fingers and lips meet at the huge balls hanging down on this studly man.

With both hands wrapped around the shaft of this large cock, I taste the precum dripping out of the fat cock head I am about to try and get my lips around.

That night I could only get the big plumb size head and a couple inches inside my mouth, but with my fingers working magic on his shaft and the suction I gave the head of his cock, I was soon rewarded with my treat, John shot several ropes of his strong tasting cum down my throat and I eventually swallowed ever drop and kissed that wonderful cock until it was soft again.

But I would soon find out, John's cock didn't stay soft for long.

Laying in bed, John on his back and my head laying on his chest, listening to his heart beat. John running his fingers inside my thighs and sometimes touching my little testicles, John lays me back and leans over and gives me his first kiss.

It was a beautiful kiss, soft but with passion.

John gets out of bed and walks to the table, picks something up and comes back and crawls into bed with me.

I feel the bed move as John is doing something with his hand around his midsection.

I feel the cool fingers as they slip between my legs and working around my tight little rosebud.

John applies more of the goey stuff to his fingers and places them back at my little hole and as he presses his finger into my body, John leans over and captures my lips and gives me a breathtaking kiss.

After kissing and having 3 fingers inside me for about 5 minutes, I am moaning and withering all over the bed.

I am aware of what is about to happen.

I am about to be taken and I can't believe I am so ready for my man.

John raises up and slips between my thighs, I wrap my legs around him and looking into each others eyes as John's fat cock head presses against my tight hole.

I feel the stretch and the sharp burning like pain around my asshole as the plumb size head pops past the ring.

I'm breathing hard and John stops and holds his cock in place as he leans down and kisses me again.

"I love you Holly." "I love you too John."

John starts back up slowly penetrating half a inch at a time working in and out of my tight ass.

Within 5 minutes the pain is gone and replaced by a good tingling and I ask John for more.

Ten minutes of slow fucking John is buried balls deep inside of me and my little dicklet is against his hairy belly and I have cum several times so far.

John is picking up speed with his powerful thrust and I can feel that big cock head every time it moves inside of me, I can feel as John's cock starts to swell and with my legs wrapped tightly around his back and pulling him as deep into my bowels as I can get him.

I feel every shot of cum he sends deep inside of me, I am cumming harder than I ever have with the feeling of his babies being planted deep inside me my little pecker keeps dribbling.

With one last kiss for the night we fall asleep with my man inside of me and my little dick sore from cumming so many times.

Just before daybreak, I wake up. We had moved in the night, John laying on his back and my head across his chest and I wake up, run my fingers through the bushy hair of his chest.

I look up at my man and my protector and think, this little sissy gurl here is very lucky to be safe in these dark times, I look at my sleeping husband and kiss his sleeping lips.

I look down and see that half erect cock with that big delicious head and the balls full of juice for me to swallow.

I look back up at John's sleeping face and whisper to him.

"I love you John my darling husband."

And then I proceed to wake him up the way I will do every morning from now on.

And as my lips wrap around that fat cock head, I hear John whisper.

"I love you too my sexy little sissy wife."

We search the area for more clothes for me and makeup, more things to make me feel like a better wife for my man and I prove to him just how good a loving wife a little sissy boy like me can be.

But that's another story.