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The mesquite bush offered some cover but I would have perferred a brick
wall.
>From this vantage point, I could see the three men and only the back of
the
woman. One had a large caliber hand gun and was waving it in the
woman's face and yelling at her. I removed my .44 magnum and pulled the
hammer back, which made a resounding click. I set the sights on the
jerk with the hand gun and waited until I had a clear shot. Finally,
the jerk back handed the woman and sent her sprawing to the ground. His
head was right where I wanted it. I slowly squeezed the trigger down
and fired. The .44 damn near set me on my butt from the recoil, but
through the sight, I could see that I had hit him. He flew back, his
head dissapearing in a red and grey mist. The woman began to scream and
the other two men went for thier guns. I took aim on the fat sucker and
fired. The round caught him squarely in the chest and he fell with most
of his inards coming out of his back. I caught sight of the third man
running down and around a burned out house. The silence was deafing, as
I scanned the area for the third man. He was no where in sight, so I
yelled to the woman to see if she was ok. She poked her head around the
corner of a burned storage shed and peered in my direction. I suddenly
recognized her as Sherry. As I stood up, I saw her eyes go wide and she
smiled and called my name. I began to walk down the hill towards her,
with that beautiful face smiling back at me. I suddenly felt a white
hot burning feeling in my left sholder and felt myself being thrown
forward, just as I heard the shot from behind me. As the ground rushed
up to meet me, I realized it must be the third asshole. He must have
swung around behind me. I hit the ground with a resounding thud and
felt a dark fog begining to creep up on me. The .44 went flying out in
front of me out of reach. I fought the fog and began to crawl for the
large revolver. As I reached it, a shot rang out and the round hit
about two inches from my right ear, the sand stinging my face from
where it hit. The fog was now a storm cloud invading my mind. I reached
the pistol and wrapped my right hand around the smooth handle, and
started to lift it. It felt as though it weighed a ton. As I picked it
up, I could see Sherry in a semi-crouch posistion with a large handgun
pointed in my direction. As she fired, the storm cloud enveloped me
completely and I fell into the velvety blackness, and the nightmare of
Black Sunday began again.
The week started out normal enough. Monday came in the form of a
beautiful day, with the Arizona heat starting early. I went to the
office and began to pick through my service calls. The Tucson Medical
Center had logged another call on thier NMR Cat Scanner. I had been
fighting the damn thing for a month. Something in the data logging
computer kept acting up. I dialed the number on my memo pad and
Dr.Donaldson answered. He told me that the computer was at it again, so
I gave him a 45 minute ETA. I told the dispatcher to put me on the call
and grabbed the parts kit and headed out. Traffic was brisk on
Speedway, and the radio kept going back to the Middle East crisis, as
the Butcher of Bagdad was at it again. I switched off the radio and
plugged a Moody blues tape in. I finally reached TMC and swung into the
service parking lot. As I was walking down the hallway with my tool kit
and parts kit, Dr.Donaldson stepped out of a side door. He was an
unassuming little bald guy wearing a starched white lab coat, but he
was more friendly than some of my other customers. We walked to the NMR
lab and talked about the problem. As I began running my diagnostics, he
said that the machine was mine for as long as I needed it, but he would
return later and check on my progress. About 20 minutes had gone by
when I heard the door behind me open. I figured it was Donaldson, so I
swung around to give him an update. When I saw who it was, my heart
skipped a beat. One of the most beuatiful women I have ever seen was
standing in the door way. She was wearing a white nurse's uniform that
covered most of her shapely legs. As I scanned up her wonderful form,
I could see the firm bulge of her breast straining at the uniform's
top. But her face was one of an angel. She had the deepest blue eyes I
had ever seen and her hair was a golden blonde color, which was stacked
on her head in a bunn. She smiled sweetly and introduced herself as
Nurse Craig, but she said I could call her Sherry. I managed to cough
my name out and weakly smile at her. She said that she was moving from
ER to the NMR lab and she would be in charge of the machine and wanted
to watch me repair it. I offered her the chair next to and watched as
she sat that wonderful body down in it. I began to explain what I was
doing, but had to concentrate on not staring at her breast. Finally, I
finished my tour of repairing an NMR and she started to asking
questions about this, that and the other. As the system was running a
long diagnostic, we began to engage in idle chat. We were both
surprised and delighted to find out that we had both attened Louisiana
State Univeristy at about the same time and knew some of the same
people, went to some of the same night clubs and enjoyed the same
music. Her long fingers were curled up in her lap and I noticed she
wasn't wearing a wedding band, so I screwed up my courage and ask how
her husband liked Tucson. Much to my relief, she replied that she had
never been married. I figured a woman as beautiful as this had to have
a boyfriend, so I asked her. She had a faint look of sadness cross her
face and said that she had broke up with him two months ago. Bingo ! I
just might have a chance. We talked some more until the printer spit
out an error. I checked the error and found it to be an intermittant on
the serial I/O board. I replaced the board and brought the machine back
up. As I was packing my equipment up, I asked her if she would mind
having dinner with me Wensday night. She smiled the angel smile and
said that she had other plans Wensday, but she liked the offer. I gave
her my phone number and told her she could call when she had a chance.
She smiled again and said she would. I left TMC with her on my mind for
the rest of the day.
Wensday came and went and the rest of the week was uneventful. Saturday
finally arrived and I was stuck on weekend call. I wheeled my Harley
out of the garage and began to change the oil and spark plugs. The bike
was a 1940 knucklehead dresser and was indeed a collectors item. She
was in mint condition and I enjoyed keeping her that way. I had to be
at Rincon Park at 3:00 P.M., where I worked for the parks and rec as a
part time Tae Kwon Do instructor. I got my Dobok bag and slung it on
the back of the Harley and headed down 22nd street to the park. After a
good two hour workout, I returned home and hit the fridge, pulled out a
ice cold bottle of Corona and downed it in four gulps. Cold Mexican
beer has a habit of making your head spin if drank to fast. I then
headed to the shower, after which I came out nude and plopped into the
recliner and flipped the tube on. All three channels had nothing but
the on going air strikes against Iraq and the tension between the
Soviets and the United States. It was to nice of a day to get depressed
watching that. I flipped the tube off and headed to the den to work
with a new program for my 386. Just as I sat down, the phone rang. I
thought, well old bean, time to go back to work. I answered the phone
and much to my delight, it was Sherry. She said that she was staying
with a girlfriend in Sells and that the girlfriend's boyfriend came
into town and they decided to come to Tucson for dinner and maybe a
little dancing and she wanted to know if I would like to meet them. I
more than said I would love to, just tell me when and where. She gave
me the details and hung up. I was so thrilled, I couldn't think
straight. I put on a pair of black slacks and a sports shirt, then
pulled on my dress boots and headed out to the Harley. We were to meet
at Sneaky Petes steak house in East Tuscon at 7:00 P.M. I wheeled the
big Harley out to Grant road and headed east to Tanque Verde road, then
to Sneaky Petes. I arrived at about a quarter till, so I went to the
bar and ordered a Corona and sat facing the door waiting for them to
arrive. About fifteen minutes later, she walked in. My heart skipped a
beat when I saw her. She was wearing a low cut black mini skirt with
nude colored pantyhose and black heels. Her golden blonde hair was
flowing around her shoulders and down the middle of her back. She was
absoultely beautiful. She seen me and smiled the angel smile again that
would melt any man's heart and started walking my way. As she was
walking into the bar, every guy in the place stopped in mid-sentence
and stared at her. I was on top of the world as she came up and said
hi and took my hand and led my back to her friends. Watching her hips
sway started that old russling feeling in my crotch. She introduced me
to her friends and we proceeded into the dining room. After a fantastic
steak, we decided to head out to the Bum Steer. When we got to the
parking lot, she followed me to the Harley. Once she had seen it, she
became estatic. She said that she used to ride a Triumph 750 and that
she dearly loved Harleys. Her friend asked if she was ready to go and
she said she would be riding with me. I got the bike started and she
swung her leg over the saddle, giving me a great view of her firm
thighs. God, she was gorgous. I had to concentrate on my driving rather
than stare in the rear view mirrors at her spread legs, which believe
me, was difficult ! We arrived at the Bum Steer and paid the two
dollar cover and went in. The band was playing 60's and 70's rock and
the place was filling up fast. We started dancing the fast dances and
just watching her breast jiggle from the movements was turning me on to
no end. I kept wishing for a slow song to get the chance to hold the
fantastic body next to me. I finally got my wish. The band started
playing the Moody Blues and Nights in White Satin. I put my left arm
around her waist and my right hand craddled her head. Her hair was
incredably soft and smelled so fresh and clean. Her breast were pressed
into my chest and I could feel her nipples getting hard through the
fabric. Try as hard as I may, I ended up getting an erection. She
gently pressed her groin into mine and kissed my ear. Her warm breath
sending shivers down my spine. All to soon, the song ended and I limped
back to the table with her. We finished our drinks and she said that as
much as she hated to, they had to get back to Sells. We walked back to
the parking lot, hand in hand and her friends got into the car. She
told them she would be there in a moment. I was leaning against the
bike when she came up and put her arms around my neck. I slid both arms
around her and pulled her closer. She whispered in my ear that she had
one of the best times she had in years and wanted to go with me on a
date by ourselves. Before I could answer, she gently pressed her lips
to mine. Damn, she tasted good. I now know where the song 'lips sweeter
than wine' came from. I ran my tounge along the bottom of her lip to
her tounge. It was like an electric current surging through me at the
feel of her moist, wet tounge. While we were French kissing, she run
her hand to my hips and along to my beeper. She accidently pressed the
test button and it went off. She jerked her hand away, starled at the
sound. When she realized what it was, she burst out laughing and gave
me a quick kiss on the lips then turned to leave. She said she would
call me next week and we could set up a time. I told her that I could
hardly wait to see her again. She said good night and walked back to
the car, her lovley butt swaying gently. I mounted the Harley and
wheeled out of the parking lot onto south Stone Ave. I couldn't believe
this was happening to me. I made it home and crawled into bed at half
pass two. I dozed off with the sweet taste of Sherry's lips on mine.
I heard a dull ringing sound. Now what the hell was that ? Then I heard
it again and figured out is was the phone. I glanced at the digital
clock on the night stand and it showed 3:42. Who the hell would be
calling me at 3:42 in the moring ? I answered the phone with a groan.
It was my dispatcher. She told me that the instrument landing system at
the Marana Air park was down and they need service now. I mumbled to
her to have the logistics person set out a parts kit and to call the
air park back and give them a 5:00 ETA. I got dressed and grabbed my
tool kit. The air was still warm, so I decided to ride the Harley. I
strapped the tool kit on and headed to the office to pick up the parts
kit. Once I had the kit, I headed to Interstate 10 and then north
towards Pheonix. At 4:15 in the morning, the Interstate was empty, so I
set back listening to the low rumble of the Harley's engine, feeling
the warm desert air in my face and my sweet memories of the night
before with Sherry. I reached the Marana turn off and headed west
towards the site. Suddenly, there was a white-blue flash to the south
that lit up the whole sky. My first thought was that an aircraft had
crashed because of my ILS system being down. I pulled the Harley over
to the shoulder and put the kick stand down then looked to the south. I
was instantly gripped in terror. The entire southern horizon was lit up
and out of the center of it was the nightmare of the decades old
boogyman. A large mushroom cloud was forming from it. Suddenly, a
bright flash to the north occured, followed a few seconds later by a
flash to the northeast and yet again, to the northwest. I was totally
stunned and frozen in place. Then the firestorm came. I could see a 500
meter high wall of dust rolling my way from the north. I jumped off of
the bike and made a dive for a culvert along side of the road. I buried
my head in the crook of my elbow just as it hit. It sounded like the
roar of a thousand jets coming at me. The pressure forced all of the
air out of my lungs and I couldn't breath. It stopped just as fast as
it came. I layed there sobing for what seemed like an hour. Finally I
crawled out of the culvert and stood up on shakey legs. The entire sky
was glowing a hellish color of red. Three mushroom clouds had formed to
the north and one to the south. My god, I thought, they actually did it
! The Harley was still on it's kickstand and idleing, but the paint had
been sandblasted off of the side facing north. I straddled the bike and
just sat, with it idleing. Finally, I pulled the kick stand up and put
her in gear and did a 'U' turn back to the east. I reached I-10 and
headed south towards the angry glow from Tucson. As I was travelling
towards Tucson, I began to notice shawdows of blown out buildings along
the highway. As I reached Ina road, there was a large fuel tanker
crossways in the road. It had exploded and burned every thing within a
100 meters of it. The smell of burnt rubber, gasoline and burnt flesh
hit me like a hammer. I turned off on Ina road and headed east towards
the Catalina mountains. As I crested a hill, I looked south, and my
heart stopped ! What once was a beuatiful city was now only a
smoldering skeleton. Fires were raging throughout the entire valley and
the smell of death was overpowering. I began to weep at the loss, as
Black Sunday had arrived.
A sound in front of me jarred me awake. I slowly opened one eye and
begin to focus on a human form about 4 meters in front of me. I opened
the other eye and realized the form was definatly female, by the curves
in the jeans. As I started to sit up, a stabbing pain came from my left
shoulder. I let out a little groan and the form spun around. I looked
up into her face and saw that it was Sherry. She was wearing a T-shirt
and a pair of tight jeans with a large holstered gun strapped to her
side, the muzzle gently slapping the small crease between her legs. She
smiled and said something like welcome back to the living. I just
groaned and asked her what happened. She said that she was scrounging
for some supplies in that nieghborhood when she was suddenly surrounded
by three men. One of them told her to strip and she told him to go to
hell, so he slapped her and knocked her down. She said that she had
just looked up when his head exploded. After he fell, she grapped the
..357 out of his dead hand and hid behind a burned out shed. The fat man
to her left was getting his gun out when his back exploded. She then
knew she was dead. She said that when I called out, the voice sounded
familiar, so she very carefully looked in the direction of the voice.
She said that her heart jumped for joy when she saw who it was. As I
was walking to her, she said her eyes were focused on me when the shot
came. The third bastard, as she put it, had circled around. She took
the .357 and aimed it at his face and fired. She said she hit him in
the throat and nearly severed his head off. Then she said that she ran
up to me and saw the shoulder wound. At first she thought I was dead
and she began to cry, but she checked the caritoid pulse and it was
still strong. She began to drag me up the hill, stopping to pick the
..30-30 up from the dead creep. At the top of the hill, she saw my
Harley in the distance, so she laid me down and ran to the bike. The
keys was still in it, so she started it and rode over to where I was
at. She then said that putting me on the bike was a chore and a half !
Once she had me straddled the seat, she took a couple of bunge cords
from the back of the seat and wrapped them around me, then hooked then
to the backrest to keep me in place. She then brought me here, which
was a small shack at the base of A-mountain. She said that I was out
for close to three days, but that was from the medication she shot me
up with. The .30-30 round had missed anything important and made a
clean exit. I told her it still hurt like hell, and she just laughed.
My mouth felt like a herd of Walrus's had shit in it and I asked her if
she had something to brush my teeth with. She reached over me, her
breast dangling in front of me with a view that showed she wasn't
wearing a bra, and retrived a tooth brush and some tooth paste. I
slowly got up and staggered to a basin by the door and begin brushing
my teeth. I noticed that all I had on was my red bikini briefs and my
manhood was semi-rigid, pressing against the fabric. Sherry also
noticed, but just smiled. After I cleaned the Walrus shit out of my
mouth and ducked outside for a good piss, I came in and sat on the edge
of the cot. Sherry sat down next to me and we started to talk. We
talked for what seemed like hours. Black Sunday happened nearly six
months ago and I was surprised to find out that such a beautiful
creature as Sherry would have to fight for her life. She had come back
to Tucson several weeks after the nuclear arrmageden began. Her friends
were with her, but her girfriend's boy friend was killed by a sniper
and a week later, her girlfriend came down with pnemonia and died. So
she was alone all of this time trying to survive. I told her it would
be best for us to leave the city and head west, maybe for the Yuma
desert, to which she agreed, as the city had to many wierdos in it. She
finally got up and got the wash basin and a washrag and returned to
change the dressing over my wound. After she finished, she sat the
basin down and we just stared into each others eyes. I reached up and
gently took her chin in my hand and kissed her lips. She responded by
putting her arms around me. I could feel her nipples starting to get
hard through her T-shirt, so I slid my hand under her top and began to
massage her firm tits. She let out a little moan as my hand touched her
now erect nipple on her left tit. I then lifted the T-shirt up over her
head and for the first time, saw her breast. They weren't huge, but by
all accounts a mouth full. The skin on them was a creamy tan color and
the nipples were a dark rose color. I started to nibble on one of the
nipples and she began to moan softly. As I was enticing her nipple, my
other hand begin to slide down her belly to the top of her jeans. I
slid my hand under the top of the jeans and down to the top of her
panties, then finally to the top of her soft bush. Her bush was so soft
and full and warm. She gently put her hands on my chest and pushed me
back. She asked if I felt up to it and I told her I felt like I could
jog to Pheonix and back right then. She let out a small laugh and stood
up. She then begin to unbutton her jeans and slid the zipper down ever
so slowly. Then she pulled her jeans off and was standing in front of
me with nothing on but a pair of black bikini panties. Her legs were
awesome as they were so firm, yet soft looking. She then hooked her
thumbs into the waist band of her panties and slowly pulled them off.
She had the most beautiful pubic bush I had ever seen. It was covered
in a thick forest of strawberry blonde hair and was so thick that the
outline of her vagina lips was just visible. She then came over and
began to rub the now bulging spot in my briefs. She let out a little
gasp as she pulled them down, exposing my now fully erect manhood. She
took it in her hand and begin to run the tip of her tounge over the
head, while stroking it slowly up and down. I didn't know how much more
of this I could stand as she was driving me right out of my mind ! I
whispered to her to turn around, which she did, as she straddled my
neck with her legs. I begin to probe her moist femininity with my
tounge, running it up and down the furry little crack and finally
finding her clit. She let out a soft moan as my tounge made contact
with her 'little man in the boat'. I continued to munch her fantastic
little muffin until she started to moving her hips into my face. She
started moving faster and faster, finally pressing her smooth warm
thighs to the side of my head in a wonderful orgasm. She then turned
around and was facing me on top as she guided my pleasently sore
manhood into her. She run the head of it along her slit then back to
her love channel and finally into it. She slowly sunk down until I was
completely inside her. She then placed her hands on my chest and began
a slow up and down movement. God she was tight and felt so good. I
started to massaging her swinging tits in front of me as she began to
pick up speed. I knew I couldn't last much longer as I matched her
rythem. As the speed increased, the pressure in my balls was becoming
unbearable, and I kept the movement going at a fast pace. I finally
couldn't take it any more and started to cum. I thought I was going to
cum so much that my body would just shrivel up and blow away like a
dried out leave. Her vagina began to contract spasmatically and she
gripped my manhood with all her might, milking every last drop of semen
from it. Afterwards, she collapsed on my chest and I just held her
close to me. Her rapid breathing in my ear felt so good. I started to
gently massage her back and neck. Her breathing finally reduced to a
steady rate, she would softly moan when I rubbed a tender spot. After a
few minutes, she was softly snoring at my ear. I ever so gently wrapped
my arms around her and dozed off myself, completely relaxed.
I jerked awake and startled Sherry as she jerked up right. She looked
down at me and smiled the prettiest smile I had ever seen. She then
kissed my nose and started to get up. As she did, my dick made a gentle
plopping sound as it came out of her sweet vagina. I watched her nude
body as she walked towards the wash basin, she was indeed poetry in
motion, so beautiful and so graceful. She cleaned herself up and threw
me the wash rag, a little wet with water and semen and I washed 'Mr.
Happy' off and began to get dressed, slow so as not to wake my shoulder
up. We had decided that it was best to leave Tucson by dark so we
loaded the Harley up with bare equipment. When we was ready, I strapped
the .44 on my waist belt and slung the .30-30 over the Harley's back
rest. Sherry came out with the .357 strapped on and that damn lucky
barrel aginst her soft, sweet mound. We mounted the bike and headed
south to the Ajo highway. And as I wheeled the big Harley on to
westbound 86 highway, with the sun dipping below the Santa Rosa
mountain range, and the warm desert wind in my face and the Harley
roaring under me and my wonderfully sweet Sherry snuggled in close
behind me and the soft, faint scent of her womanhood tickling my nose,
I suddenly realized just how wonderfully precious life was. I silently
gave thanks for being allowed to live.
By Wes Ellison
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