Fallout: Vault 69

Chapter 7 - Tomas X Camille?

Deep in the bowels of an underground metal nest, one young man was hard at work contributing in his unique way towards the future of his new home. Although, if anyone were to look on and see his struggle, not many would first think it was such. But whereas others were forced to trudge through sewage or break their backs lifting industrial pipes in place for additional plumbing, his role was unique in who he was compared to the rest of the population of this new enclosed world. Even as pleasure licked along his nerves and he felt the now familiar pressure in his loins start to reach its peak, he had to recognize that things could be much, much worse.

Throughout the ten days since Tomas' fateful encounter with the woman known as Candy, her advice had been the push he'd needed to reach out to the crowds of women vying for his attention. Not for his personality, not because he was even that remarkable. Rather, they needed him for what he could give them, that being a brand-new child and all the benefits that came with. Of course, that's not to say there was nothing in it for the young man. Quite the opposite. Despite his rough start, in those days since he'd given into his responsibilities, he'd found himself enjoying the number of quite beautiful women suddenly welcoming him into their beds. Unfortunately, as he continued through the ever-diminishing populous who sought him out of their own volition, he found the quality of bed partners... dwindling.

As he continued through the number of women he'd discovered that there were two types of women so far who were willing to sleep with a sixteen-year-old boy and carry his child to get out of work. The first, and so far his preference of the two, were the younger women. Usually beautiful with rich parents and used to life being easier than not. Not to mention likely used to sleeping their way through most of life's issues. When he picked one them for the day, he knew he could look forward to some effort on their part to make the experience more enjoyable than it could be.

The first few days had been great, with more than a handful of these types of girls to pick from who more than knew their way around a bedroom. Suddenly he had college-age girls stripping down for him whereas only a little while ago he couldn't even ask a peer out on a date. Unfortunately, when it came to picking residents of a vault, pretty and horny usually weren't exactly the most sought-after traits to start a new civilization.

These girls were the daughters of important men and women who never aspired for more than to simply coast through life. These were the sisters and aunts of other's just lucky enough to have gotten a pass into the haven of the vault.

However, it was the wives that Young Tomas found himself shying away from, even if unconsciously. Not that age was an issue. In fact, considering the brunt of his sexual education had been handled by a much older woman, he found his tastes leaning more towards the mature figures of wider hips and full breasts. Not all of the women in the vault had managed to age as gracefully as others, of course. But even that wasn't something he couldn't get over so long as they managed to have the right kind of attitude.

He could ignore a few wrinkles here or a rounder stomach there when it came down to it. Unfortunately, what he couldn't ignore or get over was that, whereas most of the women so far had at least pretended to enjoy themselves, the older women typically found the idea of spreading their legs for such a young man... difficult.

The older he worked towards, the less inclined to participate they became. Taking his current choice of the day as an example, a very naked Tomas Swan laid between such a woman's legs, his hips, and buttocks pumping between her splayed thighs at a careful rhythm. Beneath him, a woman he assumed to be in her mid-forties just laid there, waiting for the entire evening to finish as quickly as possible.

She wasn't some twenty-something ditz too lazy to pick up a wrench. Nor was she the type of woman who was accustomed to welcoming strangers into her bed. In fact, judging by the wedding ring still on her finger as she cupped her breast, Tomas felt confident in saying that this woman hadn't had anyone but one man in her bed for quite a few years.