This is How it Ended

by Verily Harden

  To further that end, I began pulling my clothes off as fast as I could. I tossed each item away, not caring where it went. When I was nude before her, she took her time to check me out. Her eyes widened as she got a look at the cock she’d been rubbing before. I wasn’t the biggest, I guess, but it was long enough and thick enough to give the women I’d fucked a good ride.

  We came together after a moment, kissing deeply and touching each other all over. I cupped her ass and pressed her close to me, letting her feel the hot length of my shaft against her belly. I got one hand between us and began playing with her pussy, fingering her clit until she moaned and clenched against me.

  Marta got hold of my cock and began jerking me off while I brought her close to coming. This was better than I could have imagined when I first saw her on the road. She was willing and able to pleasure me, in return for a place in the bunker. And I was enjoying touching her and feeling how wet she got in her secret place, how her thighs were trembling so as my fingers worked her.

  I was surprised when Marta moved away, but soon she was kneeling before me, taking my cock in her hands, playing with my balls. She massaged my sack as she licked my shaft, running her hot tongue up and down with a slow, agonizing pace.

  When she finally took me in her mouth I thought I was going to die. She ran her tongue over the head, then swallowed and took me deeper. Between her hands stroking and gently squeezing my sack, and her mouth going up and down on me, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

  I shoved my fingers in her hair, holding her head while she sucked me, looking down at her with fascination. Seldom had I found a woman who was willing to give such good head, especially when I hadn’t used my mouth on her first. Maybe being in the apocalypse wasn’t going to be all bad.

  When I came, shooting hot cum deep into her throat, I shouted out with the pleasure of it. Marta kept swallowing and sucking, draining every drop from my spurting cock. Afterward, she looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes.

  “I guess you like that kind of thing.”

  “God yes,” I said, pulling her to her feet. I gave her a deep, appreciative kiss, tasting my cum in her mouth. I was already stirring, starting to get hard again as I thought about what we could do next. My knees were a little shaky, so I moved us towards the bed.

  I’d had the sense to chose a room with a large bed, not one that had single beds, hoping I would be sharing it with someone. I had Marta ready and willing, at least for now, and I wanted to have room to spread out while we fucked. When I had her laid on the mattress, Marta spread her legs and let me take a good look at what I was getting. If she had any doubts about servicing me, she didn’t show them. She was aroused and ready for more action.

  And so was I.

  I got down between her legs and began to spread her pussy lips. She was wet, her inner sex glowing pink. I leaned in and tasted her flesh; it was sweet like honey. I began to lick and suck on her, using my tongue to stroke the velvety skin of her inner folds. Her clit was big, throbbing against my tongue, and I paid a lot of attention to it, drawing it between my teeth as I sucked. She gasped and arched her back, shoving her hips towards me.

  While I played, I began to push a finger inside her, stroking in time with my tongue. One finger, two, then three. She was tight, her muscles gripping me hard. My dick was getting stiff, wanting to be where my fingers where.

  She came with a cry, and I rode it out, never letting up with my tongue or my fingers. At the end, I nipped her clit hard enough to make her come again. By this point I was so hard and ready I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to fuck her for all I was worth, shoot my wad deep inside her cunt and make her scream with desire.

  I eased up her body, kissing and blowing on her tender skin. She grabbed me and pulled me the rest of the way as I reached her breasts, clamping her lips on mine. The taste of our climaxes joined, musky and and salty and sweet combined. It was a good blend of juices, which excited me more than I could have imagined, and I wasted no time in positioning my cock’s head at the entrance to her hot, tight pussy.

  Marta lifted her legs and wrapped her thighs around me, gripping my shoulders as she rained kisses on the sensitive spot on my neck. She bit my ear lobe gently before whispering “Take me hard, baby. Fuck me like the world’s ending.”

  I didn’t need any more of an invitation than that. I plunged into her, until my entire dick was inside. She was squeezing hard, her pussy so tight it felt like I almost couldn’t move. But I did, stroking in and out, coming almost out until I shoved it back in. I was pounding away at her, making her grunt as I slammed into her. We were both breathing hard, groaning and gasping.

  I took one breast after the other, pinching her nipples until they were hard as pebbles under my hand. I kissed her passionately, shoving my tongue in the way my cock was ramming into her pussy. Marta just held on, clawing my shoulders and back. I could feel her getting close to coming again. She bucked and writhed beneath me, grinding her cunt against my crotch. Her head fell back and she screamed as she came this time.

  I kept ramming into her, and she kept a tight grip on my cock. It was close now.

  “Come on baby, come inside me. Fuck me, baby.”

  I could hardly hear her for the blood pounding in my ears. I was grunting with the force I was slamming into her, building up to the biggest climax I’d ever had.

  When I was done, blowing my wad deep in her pussy, I collapsed on her. I couldn’t get my breath, couldn’t find the strength to move my weight off her. She just rubbed my back and murmured into my neck. Finally I was able to move, and rolled over onto my side. Marta curled up beside me, resting her head against my chest. I could feel my heartbeat thrumming against my ribs.

  I’d had some good sex before, but this was nothing like that. This had been amazing. Marta was experienced enough to touch me and please me like no other woman I’d ever known, which had made me harder than I’d ever done before.

  We lay on the bed and rested, cuddling close while we both recovered from our exertions.

  I think I’d dozed a while before Marta woke me with her hand trailing down my chest and belly. She took her time, letting her fingers trace lazy circles down and down, until she wrapped her fist around my cock and began pumping slowly. I couldn’t believe I was getting hard again, so soon after coming twice in such a short time. But I was, and I liked the idea of spending the many days ahead like this.

  “Did you think about screwing me when you were watching me on the road?” Marta’s voice was soft, just questioning.

  “I did. I’d hoped you’d be willing, but I certainly never guessed you’d be so eager.” I stroked her back and tried to focus on what she was saying, rather than on how hard my dick was getting.

  Marta giggled. “I guess you had ideas of turning me into a sex slave, having your own little one-woman harem right here in your bunker.”

  “Well, the thought had crossed my mind about how awesome that would be, but honestly, I was just hoping for a good woman I could share my life with. I was looking at a long, lonely future out here in the middle of nowhere.”

  She was moving her hand faster now, and I was losing all hope of thinking for much longer. “I can live with that. I’m not really into the sharing my man thing, so I hope you don’t go looking for anyone else. But we can pretend I’m your sex slave sometimes.”

  Marta rose up and began kissing my chest, sucking my nipples as I’d done hers. She was going lower, running her tongue around my navel, flicking it through the line of hair that led to where her hand was working me. Then she closed her mouth over my cock and began sucking the head while she kept up her hand job.

  Man, to think I was going to get two blow jobs in one night. I could barely wrap my mind around it. Meeting up with Marta had to be the second-best thing that ever happened to me, after finding out about this old fallout shelter.

  My woman’s wonderful mouth had gotten me hard again, but I wanted more so I lifted her up.

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bsp; “Hey, sexy slave girl,” I growled against her lips. “Let’s see how you like being on top.”

  She threw a leg over me and positioned herself against the head of my cock. I could feel it butting against her hot, wet entrance and then the tight grip of her inner muscles as she slid down bit by bit until she was fully impaled on me.

  When she started raising herself up and down, I could only growl with pleasure.

  I kept my hands on her hips and guided her rhythm until she caught on to the way I wanted her to move. Then I transferred them to her small, round breasts. I loved how her tits filled my hands just right. I squeezed and played with her nipples until she was moaning. Marta rode my dick harder and faster, making me come hard and deep inside her.

  The world may have ended outside, but it was just getting started for us.

  THE END

  GETTING OUT OF DODGE

  On the Road

  Day Three

  The old truck broke down and wouldn’t start back up, no matter what we did. After a couple of hours of checking and rechecking every system, changing the battery with one borrowed another truck to see if that worked, and some general cursing and tire-kicking, we accepted facts.

  We were still a hundred miles from the farm, and with one less vehicle it looked like we’d have to discard essential supplies and cram three extra people into already packed vans and trucks.

  Which was just what we should have suspected, considering how this trip had started.

  Two weeks ago, news started filtering through the prepper sites that something hinky was going on in Washington. Folks on the inside were telling friends and family—many of them preppers and survivalists—that Wall Street was going to fall, and the government was going to bail on its obligations to the citizens. They were warning people the only way they could, knowing that the corporate media wouldn’t tell the true story.

  The worse started when the Chinese markets began to fail, and the Dow dropped a thousand points in one day. The president tried to tell everyone to stay calm, to not panic, but within days Wall Street looked like a virtual nuke had fallen. Banks closed, stock accounts refused to accept requests to sell, and people took to the streets.

  That’s when the group I was a member of decided it was time to—as the phrase went in the prepper world—Get Out of Dodge. One of our members had a family farm far out into the country, set up with supplies, equipment and farm animals. The farm was our fall back position, the place we’d go if everything went to hell.

  Over the last couple of years, every member of the group had put time and money into stocking the farm with extra supplies for just such an occasion. In the back of our minds, we’d hoped we would never have to use the bug out plan, but we felt better having a safe place to go if the shit hit the fan.

  We thought we were ready.

  We were wrong.

  I got the text message while I was at work. Stunned, I slumped in my crappy cubicle, staring down at the short phrase we’d chosen, our own “Alas, Babylon”.

  Masada Falls.

  It was surreal. As much as we’d worked on our plan, most of us never really thought it would be needed.

  Surely the United States government wouldn’t let the entire country go down?

  But seeing the words burning across the phone screen told me they had. The fuckers had done it. They’d either let the multiple wars and other financial drains keep going until the country was broke, doing nothing to stem the bleeding, or they’d planned for this situation all along.

  It never made any sense to me, because I knew that a strong middle class kept the economy running. More people working and able to buy stuff was good for everybody. But I guess the corporations that had ruled the government more and more over the last decades thought differently. Maybe it really was a “I’ve got mine and fuck you” situation.

  At any rate, it was too late for speculation. The word coming from believers inside the halls of Congress was that things were bad, and going to get worse. They’d sent a warning out, and as much as we hated to get that frantic warning, those of us who had been waiting for the news got their asses into gear.

  In the past weeks, I’d seen normally sane, considerate people attacking each other for the scarce stock on store shelves. I’d seen people murdered for a gallon of gas, a loaf of bread. Children and women were trampled because they tried to get into the few food banks that dared to open their doors.

  It was madness, and the government did nothing. National Guard troops remaining in the country were unceremoniously packed up and shipped to the Middle East. Any service person who protested was shot and left where they fell. Police were ordered to stand down, and reassigned to protect mayors, governors and state leaders. Rumor said that corporate CEOs were being guarded as well, while the average citizen was ignored, or killed if they got in the way.

  The message came through loud and clear: we were nothing to the government. We were on our own.

  I’d never put much store in the right-wing conspiracy nuts’ theories. I paid my taxes, voted in every election. I didn’t hold past mistakes against any politician. After all, it was a complex world nowadays, and sometimes things we thought were right ended up hurting us years, even decades down the road. I didn’t hold any grudges against other religions, races or genders. They didn’t bother me, and I was happy to live and let live. All I wanted to do was keep my family safe. To live the American dream.

  Living in an area prone to hurricanes and the occasional tornado, it made sense to stock up on food, water, medicines. It was sensible to have alternative sources for heating and cooling, stuff to fix property damage or keep the vehicles running. Even some firearms to stop looting, or worse.

  I was a practical person, raised by survivors of the Great Depression.

  So when I started looking into things, it wasn’t any surprise that I found lots of like-minded folks. Over the years, I began to see the benefits in having someplace outside the city to go to, if things got bad. Just until the government got the situation under control, because I believed that is what would happen.

  I found a group of people in the area who believed as I did, and we got together and pooled resources. None of us were wealthy enough to do it on our own, so we formed an extended family and made plans to move to a member’s farm.

  Five hundred acres with a huge house, barns and other outbuildings, all backing up onto protected woodland. It fronted onto a small road that wasn’t even on modern maps, which made it perfect for us. Less chance of a random horde finding their way there, at least for a while.

  The place hadn’t been farmed for a while, though an elderly aunt and uncle still lived there, and we all spent weekends, vacations and holidays getting things going again. We brought in supplies, set up living areas, and got the fields ready for crops.

  Within hours of the text message going out to all the members, we made the decision to go ahead and bug out and let whatever was going to go down happen without us.

  That’s why we were loaded up and traveling on roads that were at times crowded and at others empty. We’d managed to get around most cities and towns on the route without any trouble, though we’d had some close calls. All those guns had come in handy then, with just the flaunting of our firepower sending people running.

  And then the old truck had to die on us.

  I turned to Kara, who was standing on the shoulder in the skimpy shade from some old pines. She was huddled with her daughter, a small, solemn blond not quite old enough to have started school. Her eyes were wide, and I could see her trembling.

  Kara was a later addition to our group, having found us through a local prepper forum. Her husband, Calvin, had been called away with his guard unit sixteen months ago, and the last word she’d gotten about him was a letter a year later informing her he had died in some sandy hell hole. She never found out where, or the circumstances. The government told her it was classified, and other than a small insurance payout, she was on her own.

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sp; The group had taken her and the girl in, along with her widowed mother, helping her get stocked up and teaching her what she needed to do to keep the kid fed and a roof over their heads. Kara was a nurse, though she hadn’t worked since her child was born. Since we wanted more medical experience among the group’s skill set, it was an easy decision and she was welcomed into the fold.

  Now her old vehicle was toast, and she was facing a big problem: how were we going to get her, her little family and all of their stuff, out to the farm?

  The short answer, the one that was a cold as the government’s response to the crises, was we wouldn’t. But there was no way I was leaving her behind. I put my mind to working on the problem.

  A soft breeze swept across the road, fluttering past my ears and cooling me off a bit. The honeysuckle and kudzu vines that covered the old wire fence that ran along the road was dying from lack of rain, the vines withered. Pity, as the scent of honeysuckle was one of the pleasures of summer.

  It figured that the end of the world as we knew it would come during the hottest summer on record. We’d been sweating at every stop, getting dirtier and smellier from lack of showering options. I knew I wasn’t the only one who was tired of making do with sponge baths.

  Jim Barker, our go-to guy for mechanical stuff, threw down his bandanna and threw his hands up in the air.

  “I give up,” he said with a groan. “I have no idea what’s wrong with it.”

  He bent down and reached for the piece of cloth before it could blow away. I saw him drop down to his hands and knees, looking under the truck’s front end.

  “Well, I take that back. I think I have an idea what happened.”

  We all scuttled closer, watching him as he got to his feet, cramming the bandanna into a back pocket.

  “Any chance you plan on telling the rest of us?”

  I couldn’t help but tease him. Jim was so serious that he bordered on glum, and it took some gentle ribbing to get a smile from him.