Bellagios and her partner were kicked out of the community for being unfaithful.

Victor woke up to the sound of rain pattering against the tent. His eyes adjusted to the darkness inky black for a while.

His nostrils were filled with the strong smell of wet leaves. The sound of soft breathing sat comfortably beneath the precipitation-on-canvas.

He sat down and gazed at Meg. She was shining like a bright star. She rarely slept in any other way than perfect. This was particularly true after sex.

She was always asking questions.

He ate her pussy as soon as they set up camp so he could have some peace and tranquillity.

They were the only ones left now. After Lisa was harmed, Meg and he were both rebuked by the community.

Victor's ex-fiancee had taken them hostage and marched them out of the house when she realized they were fucking behind their backs.

Victor didn't blame her. He knew it was possible that he would be caught. That didn't mean he didn't deeply regret it.

He was reminded of his past by the throbbing bruise that he felt at his temple. He was even more saddened by it.

Meg lay by her side. Her breathing synchronised with her shoulder rising and falling. Victor was scared by the unbridled rage flashes that ran through him.

He pictured what it would feel like to take his gun out on her, and he slept.

He knew he was equally responsible for his fate. It wasn't Meg’s fault. It wasn't entirely, at least.

Victor needed fresh air

He moved to the bottom of his tent. He slipped his feet into the tent's opening and then he threw on his shoes. It was difficult for him to move in the narrow space to get his coat on.

Once he was done, he put on his rucksack and unzipped the tent before he went out into the dark night.

As he walked around the camp's perimeter, he pulled his hood up. They were surrounded by dense woodland. They set up the tent in a tiny clearing that had barely enough space.

It appeared that the makeshift security devices were still in place.

He stepped on one of the ropes that ran along the ground. They clattered together in the tin cans that were attached to them. At least they would warn anyone of zombies.

He walked to the stump of a tree about ten feet from his tent's entrance. He took off his backpack and sat down.

Although the branches above were more dense here than elsewhere, they did not completely stop the fall. Victor reached into his bag to retrieve a half-empty bottle of tequila.

It was one of their most welcomed finds from the last supply run. Ironically, it was the same bottle Lisa and Meg shared when Meg broke the news.

She had been riding the cockof the man Lisa wanted to marry. Victor.

He let loose a misty, breathless sigh into cold air and opened the bottle to take a large swig. He was reminded of Lisa's first kiss.

It was the pre-apocalypse. Margaritas had been pounding her mouth all night, and the tequila taste had stuck to her tongue.

Victor thought, " Fuck! I miss her,." What's the matter?

Victor took another sip

Another memory was created by the taste.

He and Lisa were back in their place the night after the margarita kiss. As she undressed, his jaw hit the ground.

The perfect waist. Her delectable roundness as she pulled off her scarlet lingerie.

As she took off her bra, her large tits had stopped bobbly.

Even his memory was making him a dick. He couldn't bear it any longer.

He poured the tequila and unfastened his belt. Then he slipped his pants down. He briefly froze at the light jangle from his belt buckle, mistaking it as the sound of the Tin Can system.

He spit in his hand, his naked ass pressing against the tree stump's damp wood.

He grabbed his cock tightly and began to masturbate. He closed his eyes, replaying the experience in his head.

He remembered Lisa walking slowly towards him. He felt the softness of her stomach against his. His erection head pierces the moisture opening to his cunt.

His dick slipped all the way into her tight pussy. His ear shook with her whispered groans.

He was about to go into ejaculation, when a more sinister jangle shaken him from his erotic reverie. They had done their job.

He was only metres away from a gnashing, limping zombie; he briefly struggled to keep up with the security measures Meg and he had implemented.

He grabbed his machete out of his backpack and pulled his pants up quickly. He moved quickly to the spot where the zombie was stuck and cut its head off in one fluid motion.

The head was thrown to the ground.

It moved behind him and settled on the stump. Meg was now sitting down.

She said, "Hey!"

"Hey."

For a moment, there was silence.

"You can't blame me, don’t you?"

Victor thoughtYes. '' He replied, "No."

She smiled weakly. She smiled weakly.

Victor had no response.

You know, we could be happy. We are the only ones.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. As the couple we saw yesterday by the side road. They looked happy. They had one another and were just living their lives. It doesn't sound so bad to me."

"I think not."

"Let me show you a preview."

She moved from the stump to a seated position. Victor was closer. She took the waiting erection into her mouth when she got to Victor.

She murmured softly and slurped at her head.

Victor felt his legs shake at the sensation. Victor dropped the machete from his hand, and it fell to the leaf-strewn soil. He returned a few minutes later and decided that he could bear to lose Lisa.

You can see Meg's couple on Sinparty.com. You can watch them on BellaAngiRose’s channel!

Parts one and two of this story will explain how Victor and Meg got to where they are today.

Part 1: The supply run is cut short by the desire and need for to be fucked

Part 2: Couple in the middle of a zombie apocalypse