From: WELLISON@kuhub.cc.ukans.edu
Subject: Black Sunday
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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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