Atomic Sex

It was a strange kind of heaven to be surrounded by three sexually voracious women who came and wrapped me in the simple pleasure of their nakedness. Each stripping away an old life to begin something new. Something that would live on in the uncertain future.

Bare and free, they each fell at my feet and murmured as they played with the fruit of my loins fondling, kissing, licking and teasing me as the length of my cock responded to their touch. From one mouth to the other, they tasted and sucked their fill until I chose the one who would take my seed.

Under the orange glow of our single light, I groaned and pushed myself deeper into the youngest mouth and filled it full of thick ejaculate as I shuddered through the relief of my climax. Once empty, I stepped back exhausted and watched as she shared my spend with the others who swallowed some part of my essence between hungry lips.

Then they turned and looked at me as they licked themselves clean. It was going to be another long night in what had already been too many to count since the event.

These nights should have been heaven.

But they were only the beginning of our lives in hell.

***

It was a bright windswept day in June when the Apocalypse came.

It had just gone midday when the first warning came over the radio as I drove towards the small town of Harrisburg. Fiddling with the dial, I put my foot down as the DOD Emergency broadcast continued to crackle from the speaker. "Find shelter immediately. WARNING. Find shelter immediately. This is not a drill. REPEAT. This is not a drill. Find.."

"Come on, come on," I cursed as the truck bounced down the deserted main street as I looked for somewhere to hide. This was crazy. Everything felt like a dream in slow motion.

There was a burst of static as the radio cut out and I realized that I had run out of time. They had finally gone and done it. After all the bullshit and bravado of the past couple of weeks, it was going down big time. And to make matters worse, there was a major Airbase just over the state line about twenty kilometers from where I was and I knew I had to get below ground as soon as possible.

The truck screeched to a halt in front of a row of small stores as I jumped out and ran inside the first one that went by the name of "Mable Johnson: General Supplies." Glancing to my right, I could see other people running across the street towards whatever safe place they could find.

Suddenly, there was an intense flash of light and I dropped to the floor in shock as the ground began to shake under me. Holy shit. This was it. Looking up, I saw that most of the shelves in front of me had already been cleared as I began to crawl towards the rear of the red brick building looking for the basement.

Outside, the dust began to swirl as the light breeze became an increasing gale that turned into a deafening roar as I sat back against the wall curled up into a ball waiting for the blast wave to hit. It was then the sun went out and the devil began to howl as I closed my eyes.

This was one hell of a way to say goodnight.

"Hey," said a voice.

There was another flash of light that seemed closer and it looked like they were determined to make a thorough job of it. Resigned, I hugged my knees to my chest and thought about my friends and family back home.

Above the roar of the wind, for a second, I could have sworn I heard a ...

"HEY MISTER!"

I opened my eyes and turned my head. There was a door on the far side of the store to my left. It was slightly open and a crouched figure wrapped in a grey blanket was waving a hand at me.

"COME ON," It was a woman's voice. Urgent. Pleading.

Oh shit.

Scrabbling across the floor towards her, she grabbed me by the scruff of my neck and threw me down the basement stairs before slamming the door shut and locking it behind her.

Up above, the air burned and the ground shook as the last war ended as soon as it began.

***

Day Zero.

"Do you think it's over?" asked the girl.

Pressing myself against the lead plated door, the sound of silence was deafening. It had been thirty minutes since the last dull rumble as we stood there in the basement listening.

I shook my head. "I have no idea."

The basement was bathed in a warm orange glow from the overhead light as I came back down the stairs to where the others were waiting. Three women who were all looking at me as I stood in front of them.

"Uh, thanks," I muttered awkwardly. "Thanks for," I stopped for a moment as the reality of what had happened washed over me. "Thanks for saving my life."

The oldest looking of them stepped forward. "You got lucky, Mister," she said. "If it wasn't for Cassie hearing you walking around upstairs you'd be in a whole heap of trouble."

I looked at the girl standing to my left. She smiled and gave a little wave. Around five-eight tall with straight brown hair that reached between her shoulders, she looked about nineteen or so. She was wearing a dark blue dress over a pair of denim jeans and sneakers. The finer details were kind of lost in the low light as I nodded at her.

"Thanks. I owe you one."

"S'alright," she said shyly as she avoided my gaze and dug the toe of her sneaker into the dirt.

"I'm Mable Johnson," said the oldest woman. "This here is," She turned to the person standing beside her. "Miss Daisy May Rodgers, my neighbor. And this," She nodded towards the girl. "Is Cassie. Cassie Hooper. She works here in the store helping out since the old man passed on."

"Mason Jones," I nodded as I tapped my chest. "I'm from the west coast. Family anyway."

Miss Rodgers looked at me. "What brings you out this far?" she asked puzzled. "Don't you watch the news or anything?"

Everyone was watching the news. But that didn't mean the world came to a stop. People still had lives to lead despite the crisis because everyone figured it would all work out in the end as these things always did. I guess there was a first time for everything.

"Trucker," I said. "Haul parts. Mostly engineering stuff. Every gas station was bone dry so I had to dump the truck for something else. That's how I got here by sticking to the back roads. Highways were jammed with folks trying to get as far away from the military base as possible. I guess they realized this was it." I looked at the woman and shook my head.

"So it's true?" asked Cassie.

"Yeah," I told her as I saw her begin to cry. "I saw two flashes before I got down here. And there was, what?" I closed my eyes trying to count the impacts. "Another three after those?"

Mrs. Johnson walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at the door. "Guess everything is pretty much gone now," she whispered as she rubbed her arms. "Everything and everybody we ever knew. Just like that. All those people." The woman was about fifty. Typical mid-western stock. She had a touch of the Ma Walton about her with blue eyes and long dusty sandy hair clipped into a bun. Dressed in a blue speckled apron over a yellow blouse and knee-length skirt with bare legs and sensible work shoes.

The other woman looked in her mid-thirties. Thinner with rusty-colored hair that reached her shoulders and curled around her pale face. Bookish would best describe her as she stood there in her round spectacles and a belted yellow summer dress.

The owner of the store came back into the basement and stood under the single light as she turned to us. "Looks like this is it for a while," she said as she spread her hands wide. "Don't think we'll be going for a walk anytime soon."

Cassie wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Home sweet home."

***

Day One.

Shock gave way to exhaustion and sleep.

Time and our place in it revolved around an old mechanical clock that sat on a dusty shelf next to row upon row of books that covered every survivalist subject under the sun. The basement was deliberately split into three sections. Living/bathroom area. A seperate smaller room for food storage and another for equipment/power/water.

"Thank my late husband," explained Mrs. Johnson as she opened the door to another room that had four large freezers at the back each filled with various food and other important supplies. "Archie was into all that prepper stuff. He installed the generator. The air recycling gizmo. The water comes from an underground spring which he said would be okay once it had been pumped through the filter. Uh, and as you can see, we've got a ton of different food stuffs. Stocked up on medicine too. Everything he thought we would ever need. His notes are in his desk over there."

I nodded looking around. "What about a radio?"

"Yeah, yeah," she replied. "All that gear as well. He was always talking to someone on the CB down here. You know, the wackos," She gave a short grunt. "Even madness has method he used to say. Wish he was here because he knew his stuff. He'd love all this."

"Archie was a good man," said Daisy May as I went over and checked out the radio. It was then I heard the hum of the generator as Cassie went to the sink and turned on the tap to see if it was working.

"Always on," said the older woman. "Be prepared was his motto."

Reaching up, I blew dust off the radio and turned it on. Nothing but static up and down the dial on the AM and FM. "How long until emergency broadcasts kick in?"I wondered. Sure I read somewhere that they were automatic in the event of a nuclear strike. How else were people going to know what was going on in the outside world?

"And there's this," said Mrs. Johnson as she pointed to a wooden box. Opening it, she took out the device inside. It was an old fashioned Geiger counter. "Think we're going to need this because we can't stay down here forever."

"Do you know how to use it?" asked Cassie.

She pointed it at her two friends and hit a switch. After a second, the counter began to crackle and the needle on the dial bounced about a third of the way across the half-circle from left to right. Then she pointed it in my direcction and it jumped nearly straight up crackling louder.

Mrs. Johnson looked at me. "Think you got zapped a bit," she mused. "Maybe you should get out of those things to be on the safe side. There's a bunch of clothes in the boxes over there."

Damn.

"Yeah," I nodded. "You're probably right."

Walking over, I began to rummage around to see what I could find. A few old lumberjack shirts and several pairs of jeans were in the box so I grabbed what I needed and turned around to find the three women watching me.

"Don't mind us," said Mrs. Johnson. "Get undressed where you stand. You ain't got nothing none of us ain't seen before. Excepting Cassie. But a gal has to grow up sometime."

"Uh, I'm not sure.." I began to say. Was she serious?

"Look, Mr. Jones," she continued with a sigh. "We're basically all living in a box right now. Our own little private cage. If we're going to get through this then we're going to have to do things differently from now on. Compromise. That sort of thing. Three women. One man. You do the math. Think there are more important things for us to be worrying about than seeing each other's bare ass."

She was right. Personal vanity and embarrassment had long since gone out of the window so why get uptight about a little naked flesh on show when the world just ended a few hours ago?

We were back in the stone age now. Everything had changed.

Shaking my head, I reached up and began to undo the buttons on my shirt and step out of my jeans as the women went about their business checking supplies or whatever. I figured things could have turned out a lot worse.

Dropping my boxers, I glanced over my shoulder to see Cassie staring at me as I stood there naked from the waist down holding a pair of clean shorts over my crotch. Realizing I was looking at her, she blushed and ran into the stockroom.

Yeah. The stone age.

Yabba Dabba Doo.

***

Day Four.

So here we are.

Four days in and caged life had already begun to find her own rhythm as we made the best of our situation. The mechanical clock was our sun, moon, and stars all rolled into one as we agreed to follow a day/night routine as closely as possible.

Breakfast was at eight. Dinner was at mid-day. Supper was at six with each meal a variation of the food we had. Tinned meats and vegetables. Rice. Beans. Peas. Carrots. Potatoes. All cooked on a small stove powered by the generator with us all sat around the table in the main room of the basement.

Despite the initial awkwardness, we were all pretty much comfortable with each other now. Simple conversation had whiled away the endless hours as we remembered the good old days, the best of times, and the places and people we had known. Laughter and tears flowed as we talked about everything under the sun.

You name it, we discussed it. Then there were the other things we had to keep us amused. A pack of cards. Some board games. Daisy May was a mean Blackjack player much to Mabel Johnson' amusement. Cassie spent hours at Solitaire. An old edition of Monopoly got a look in as I took everyone's property and money. Never was a "Get out of Jail" card so ironic.

But these things can only go so far.

Sometimes all we did was sit in silence deep in our own thoughts.

As day four ended though, something began to happen. Slowly. Subtly. Instinctively.

Something that had never even crossed our minds in those four days despite how close together we were living.

A natural thing.

The most natural thing in the world.

And it would change everything.

***

Day Five.

It was a Saturday. Just gone seven a.m.

For some reason, I was awake early after a restless night and lay staring into the darkness waiting for reality to bite as I listened to the sounds of the others sleeping in their bunks on the far side of the basement.

Quietly making my way to the makeshift bathroom, I stood staring at myself in the mirror as I groped around inside my shorts so I could take a leak but to my frustration, my dick had other ideas and was bone hard inside my underwear.

"Just great," I muttered to myself as I pulled it free and began to slowly rub the bloated head with the end of my thumb. That must have been one helluva dirty dream as I closed my eyes and tried to relax as I slowly masturbated myself to help ease the ache I was feeling down below. Even with the world going to hell in a handcart, a man still had to sort out the more basic things in life. Here we are, the first wank of the post-apocalypse age. Better make it a good one as I tried to remember the last woman I had fucked.

What was her name again?

"Need a hand with that?" said a voice behind me.

Jumping, I turned to see Mrs. Johnson standing there looking at me with a knowing smile on her face as she glanced down at my hard prick that was bobbing up and down pointing straight at her. Oh shit. Grabbing a rag from a pile on top of the toilet, I used it to cover my embarrassment as I tried to apologize.

"Uh," I mumbled. "Sorry. You, ah, shouldn't. What I mean is, I was just, uh,"

Mrs. Johnson put a finger to her lips. "Shhhhh," she said as she came towards me. "Nothing to apologize for, Mr. Jones. Natural is as natural does. Here let me help you."

Wait a second. Help me?

Taking a step back, I raised one hand keeping the other holding the rag over my still hard penis. "No, no," I laughed nervously. "I'm fine. Seriously, Mrs. Johnson. I'm absolutely fine here right now. Thanks. I just need to.."

The older woman stopped in front of me and put her hands on her hips. "Of course you are," she said sarcastically. "But you see, here's the thing. When the ship is sinking and you're in the middle of a storm, it's all hands on deck. Or in your case, your thing. Honestly, Mr. Jones, it's no trouble at all."

Stunned, I watched as she reached forward and pushed my hand to one side as we both stared down at the extent of my awakening lust. Glancing at me, she raised an eyebrow before wrapping her right hand carefully around the hot shaft as she felt the weight of it.

"You have a very nice cock, Mr. Jones. Quite the handful," she murmured appreciatevly as I leaned back against the brick wall to stop me falling on my ass in shock.

Then she slowly began to push and pull on my length as I stood there trying to keep my head on straight with the surge of intense feelings washing over me. As her tossing increased, I began to gasp and grunt in time to her rhythm.

Speaking of those feelings, there was no way I could hold back much longer. Even mortified embarrassment has its limits as I handed her the rag. "Here, you're going to need this," I told her as each pump of her fist produced a warning jerk of my hips.

Mrs. Johnson looked at me and then at the cloth in her hand.

"Don't you think it would an awful shame if we let such an opportunity go to waste?" she sighed as I stared at her blankly. "Why don't you let me do something about that."

Then to my wide-eyed astonishment, she dropped to her haunches, lifted my straining organ to her open mouth and looked up at me with a devilish smile on her lips as she stuck out her tongue waiting for me to blow my load.

What the fucking fuck?

That's the thing about pent up frustration. When it let's rip - it let's rip, and I had enough pent up sexual frustration to burn. The first spurt smothered her tongue and she nearly jerked her head back in surprise at the amount of juice squirting out from the end of my cock. Not wanting me to cover her face, she knelt quickly forward and sucked the end of my dong into her mouth and wrapped her lips just behind the purple head.

The rest of my spunk quickly filled her mouth and I could feel her gag reflex swallowing my stuff in deliberate gulps that slithered down her throat. She gave a little squeak when she realized how much juice was in my balls and began to suck what was left out of them.

Personally, I was hanging on for dear life. Eyes closed. Gasping like a loon. Eventually, despite my best efforts, I was done and it felt as if my ball sack had dropped six inches due south. Opening my eyes, I dropped my head and saw Mrs. Johnson using her tongue to clean up the white sperm around her lips before she coughed a couple of times.

"Mrs. Johnson," I began to say. But what do you say to someone after she had done that?

Getting to her feet, she ran a finger across her lips before turning to look at me. "No need to say a thing," she said quietly. "Maybe I needed that just as much as you, Mr. Jones. I guess we both need to grasp these moments when we can. You should clean yourself up and I'll go get breakfast ready for everyone."

We both turned at the sound.

There stood Cassie. Open-mouthed and wide-eyed.

"Honey.." said Mrs. Johnson reached for her. But the girl turned tail and disappeared into the other room. Her friend shook her head and looked at me. "Well, that pretty much changes everything. Looks like we're all going to have to sit down and figure out where we go from here."

She gave me a rueful look. "Three women. One man."

Then she left me standing there with my dick still hanging out and swinging in the wind.

***

End of part 1.