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."