Apocalyptic Love: Part 1.
A meteor on a collision course with earth forces
Curt and Amy together.
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It was a beautiful spring day in
Atlanta, Georgia. The sun was out, a few puffy clouds were drifting
by in the heavens, the temperature was warm, and a light breeze was
blowing. It was too perfect a day to think of the disaster looming in
the near future.
That impending disaster was the reason Amy
had the job she was supposed to be doing. The teen was supposed to be
stacking boxes of emergency supplies in a bomb-proof underground
bunker. The supplies would soon be needed.
The scientists at NASA had
broadcast a world-wide warning of an approaching meteor. The meteor
that was going to hit the earth in a few days was predicted to hit
somewhere in the Great Plains of North America. The resulting impact
would destroy a great portion of earth's population. The initial
deaths would come either from the violent impact itself, and its
shock-wave; and the huge earthquakes that would follow. Many more
would die from the long period of darkness caused by the ejection of
massive amounts of earth ejected from the impact site and hurled into
the upper atmosphere. Vast crop failures are expected, which would
result in world-wide starvation.
Many governments, private
organizations, and a few wealthy individuals were stockpiling
survival rations in what they thought were secure locations in the
hopes of providing any survivors with what they would need. Curt
Johnson was one of the wealthy individuals who was planning to
survive the meteor strike. He had built a nearly bomb-proof storage
bunker and a home next to it. The home was designed as a reinforced
shelter as well.
For the past month, Curt had been carefully
watching one of his young employees. She was a hard worker and he had
grown fond of her without saying anything.
Amy had been
employed by a wealthy individual unknown to her; to help store the
emergency supplies in a very secure bunker. It was Friday afternoon
and her tasks were nearly complete. The meteor was due to arrive
sometime around midday, Monday. Time for preparations was getting
very short.
Instead of working as she was supposed to be, Amy
was daydreaming about cuddling with a boy she knew and liked from
back in high school. She had dreamed of him ever since they were
Juniors in high school. At nineteen years of age, Amy had now
graduated from school and was part of the adult working world.
Unfortunately for Amy, the boy she was fantasizing about
didn't know or care about Amy's feelings for him. He barely
acknowledged her existence. Amy wasn't his type of girl. He preferred
the slender, big-titted, cheerleader types.
Amy, on the other
hand, was short and a little on the stocky side. The offspring of
German and Dutch ancestry, she stood a bit over five foot six and
weighed about one hundred forty pounds. That combination had given
her a sizable set of tits, a plump and well rounded ass, and a nicely
padded slender belly. She kept her auburn hair long, and it seemed to
form a frame for her cute freckled face. Her green eyes usually
sparkled when she smiled. Amy would be the sexiest barmaid at an
Oktoberfest German festival, if she were imagined in a classic Dirndl
outfit.
Amy didn't know her supervisor, Mister Curt Johnson,
was the owner of the bunker where she was working. As he walked by
the area Amy was in, he noticed she was just standing in a corner of
the bunker behind a pile of boxes. As he got closer to her, he
noticed tears flowing from Amy's eyes.
“Amy, what's
wrong?” He asked the weeping girl.
She was startled by
Mister Johnson's sudden appearance. “Nothing sir. I'll get back
to work right away.”
“It's alright, Amy. No one
expects you, or anyone else, to be concentrating on work with what's
soon coming our way.”
With tears still flowing from her
eyes, Amy walked past Mister Johnson to return to work. He gently
reached out and took hold her by her shoulders. He pulled her
backwards until her back was pressed to his chest. As he held her
firmly, he asked. “Amy will you talk to me? Is there anything I
can do to help you?”
“No sir. I have just realized
that I will never be with a boy I like. He will never hold and cuddle
with me. He, I, and most of the other people we know will probably be
dead by next Monday evening. He didn't care for me anyway. I'm too
fat for him to be attracted to me. All my dreams will end in a few
days anyway. Maybe that's not so bad after all.”
“Amy,
you are not too fat. I think you are cute as hell. I've been watching
you for weeks, and I like what I've seen. I have developed a strong
attraction to you. I just didn't know how to approach you. After all,
you are only nineteen and I am your twenty-eight-year-old boss. I
hope you don't get too mad at me for what I'm about to do.”
Mister
Johnson then bent forward and kissed the side of Amy's neck. In the
mean time, his hands slid around her torso and gently hugged
her.
Amy sighed as she felt her supervisor's strong arms
around her waist and his hands on her belly. “Oh Mister
Johnson. I'm not mad at all. As a matter-of-fact, that feels nice.”
She then tilted her head back and let it rest on his chest.
“Amy,
please call me Curt.” He began rubbing and squeezing Amy's
belly and slowly moved his hands up to her breasts. He gently
squeezed them and kissed her neck again.
She gasped when Curt
moved his hands up and covered her breasts. She then cooed in
appreciation of the feelings she was getting. “Curt, I have
never done anything like this before. The boys never seemed to like
me.”
“Well I do. I like girls with a little meat
on their bones.” He then squeezed Amy's breasts again. “Amy,
since the workday is almost over anyway, I would like to take you out
if you're interested. Amy, will you go out to dinner with me?”
Amy
spun around in his arms to face Curt. She seemed to be in thought for
a few seconds as she stared into his eyes. Then a smile spread across
her face. She then threw her arms around his neck, pressed her
breasts into his torso, and kissed his lips. “Curt, are you
really asking me for a date? No one has ever asked me out
before.”
Curt smiled down at the cute girl in his arms.
“That's their loss. Yes Amy, I'm asking you for a date. Would
you like to go to dinner with me tonight?”
“Yes
Curt, I'd love to go to dinner with you. I just need to go home to
clean up first.” Amy was back to her normal bubbly
self.
“Okay! Go home now. I'll pick you up in about an
hour.”
Curt had barely finished speaking before Amy was
running out of the bunker's open blast doors and heading for her car.
Curt thought he should probably hurry too. He didn't want to keep his
date waiting very long. With the approaching meteor only a few days
away, there was precious little time to waste.
Just a little
over an hour later Curt had gotten home, showered, shaved, dressed,
and driven to Amy's apartment. He had barely gotten parked when Amy
came bounding out to meet him. The loose summer dress she was wearing
fluttered in the breeze as she approached. Its low cut bodice showed
a considerable amount of her cleavage. She hopped into the passenger
seat of his car before he had a chance to open the door for her. She
then leaned over to kiss his right cheek.
“Wow Amy! You
sure seem a lot happier than you were a little while ago. You look
and smell delicious.”
Amy practically beamed at him and
said, “Curt, there is not enough time before the meteor arrives
for me to play hard to get. So, if you're interested in a fat girl
like me, we can have a good time tonight.”
Curt replied
without actually responding to her comment. “You're right, Amy.
Time is short. So, let's get going.” Curt then pulled out of
the parking space and headed toward one of the nicest restaurants in
town.
They ate steak and lobster and shared a bottle of wine.
The laws on underage drinking had been rolled back. Due to the
likelihood of a short life expectancy, sixteen was now the legal
drinking age.
By the time they had finished dinner, Amy was
giggling a lot. She was a little tipsy from the wine. “Curt,
I'm sorry I'm being so silly. I have never drank so much wine.”
Curt
laughed at his date, placed his arm over her shoulder, and pulled her
closer to him. “It's alright, baby. I want you to have fun and
remember this night.”
Amy thought the comment about
remembering this night was a bit weird considering they would
probably be dead in a few days. There wouldn't be time to remember
anything. She tilted her head back when Curt lifted her chin. She
happily accepted and returned the tender kiss Curt placed on her
lips.
Curt whispered in Amy's ear. “Are you ready to go,
Amy?”
She looked up into his eyes and replied. “Yes
Curt, but let me say something first. You're the first guy who has
treated me this nice. I like you a lot. So, since we only have a few
days before the meteor probably kills us all, I've decided to give
myself to you. You can do whatever you want with me. I am looking
forward to at least one night's pleasure with you, before the meteor
puts an end to us all and all that we know. Okay, I'm ready
now.”
Curt kissed her passionately and told her, “Amy,
your are a very special girl to me. I have never been married and
it's unlikely that is in my future right now. So, let's make the best
of what we have and let whatever happens happen.” He then left
a nice tip on the table and escorted Amy to his car. During the ride
to Curt's home, Amy sat close to him. He placed his right arm over
her shoulders and hugged her. He gently rubbed her upper arm as he
drove toward his home. Though he was very tempted to caress her tit,
he didn't want to come on too strong and frighten this young woman.
She soon sighed and laid her head back on his shoulder. A broad smile
brightened her face.
After a short while Amy relieved some of
his fear of frightening her. She turned slightly to her right. She
then pulled the hand that had been rubbing her arm to her right tit.
When Curt gently squeezed her tit, Amy sighed again and snuggled even
closer into his side. He continued to massage Amy's tit until they
reached his home.
When they pulled into Curt's driveway, Amy
sat up. She turned to face him, and they tenderly kissed.
Curt
helped Amy out of his car, and, with an arm around her waist, led her
into his home. He then helped her sit on his couch. He sat next to
her, put his arm around her shoulders, and firmly hugged her. He
gently kissed her again. She cooed and returned the kiss. They
cuddled for a while and talked about what their future may hold. She
was convinced their future would end sometime next Monday. He tried
to calm her fears.
After a little while Curt began fondling
Amy's breasts through her dress. He released several of her dress
buttons and a great deal more of her ample breasts were exposed. He
pushed her dress from her shoulders. Except for the lacy light blue
bra that lifted her breasts and helped create her cleavage, Amy was
nude from the waist up. Curt leaned over her and began kissing and
licking the exposed areas of Amy's breasts.
Amy cooed in
response and put a hand on the back of Curt's head. She pulled his
head tighter to her chest. “Do you like my boobs, Curt?”
Curt
sat up and replied, “Oh yeah, Baby. I sure do. They're so soft
and kissable.” He reached out and put a hand on each tit. He
firmly squeezed both of Amy's boobs and again kissed each one.
While he fondled Amy's breasts, they stood and faced each
other. She opened his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders allowing
it to fall to the floor. She briefly rubbed her hands up and down his
solid chest and belly. “Oh my! I like this. You work out, don't
you?”
“Yes! I have a small gym here at home.”
Amy then moved her hands down to his waist and began fumbling
with his belt and pants button. At the same time, Curt released the
rest of her dress buttons. In short order his pants and her dress
were puddled around their feet on the floor. They both kicked off
their shoes and stepped out of the clothes around their ankles.
His
boxers and her bra and matching panties were their only covering.
Curt stepped back and they looked each other over.
Curt smiled
broadly and said, “Amy, you are a very beautiful young
lady.”
“You mean, for a fat girl?” She
replied, sarcastically.
“No!” He said firmly.
“Regardless of how much you weigh, you're as beautiful as any
girl I know.”
Amy grinned and asked, “Do you
really mean that?”
“Yes I do, Amy. I think you are
beautiful from head to toe. I like your soft round tummy. Your ass is
plump but firm. And I especially like your tits. They will be a
delight to play with.” He reached out and squeezed them again.
Amy giggled.
“Amy, would you consider staying
with me until the meteor hits? I really like you and want you to stay
with me.”
“Curt, I believe in straight talk. Like
I said earlier, I have already made up my mind to give myself to you.
If you want me to stay with you, we can try to make our last days
happy ones.” She then reached behind her back to release her
bra.
“Wait a minute, Baby. Not yet! I am anxious to see
your nude body, but I have something else I want to show you before
we go any further.” He held out his hand to her and said, “Come
with me.”
Amy took the offered hand, and Curt led her
through his home to the rear of the house. He led her through a door
that led to a stairway down to his basement. Once at the bottom of
the stairs, they doubled back under the steps to another door.
Amy
was beginning to wonder where Curt was leading her. This door opened
to reveal another set of steps that went much deeper under the house.
“Where are you taking me?”
He answered somewhat
cryptically. “There is a lot more to this house than is
apparent at first sight.”
At the bottom of the second
set of steps was a door similar to the blast doors at the bunker
where she worked, only this door was much thicker and heavier. It
opened to reveal a complex of fully furnished rooms larger than the
house under which it was located. It had all the amenities of a
regular house as well as storage areas full of supplies. He showed
her the living room, his gym, the cooking area, and security room
with banks of dials, switches, and monitors. Finally he led her to
the sleeping quarters with its adjacent bathroom. There was a row of
switches on the night stand next to the bed and several monitors on
the wall.
“This is where we will be staying. The
structure here can take a great deal stress. As a matter-of-fact, it
can withstand almost anything except a direct impact by the meteor or
an atomic bomb. The plumbing and air re circulation systems are
designed to survive a near miss as well. The meteor impact will
corrupt the air above ground for many months, perhaps more than a
year. This shelter has been stocked with all the supplies we will
need for whatever length of time it takes for the air above ground to
clear. Water comes from wells deep beneath our feet. When the
electricity fails, our electrical needs will be provided by a self
contained generator powered by a very small nuclear power plant.”
“So, you see Amy, I intend for us to survive the coming
disaster, together, in this bunker. I have longed for you ever since
I first saw you working in the storage bunker. Amy, over the past few
months that you have worked for me, I feel like I may have fallen in
love with you. If you accept my offer, I wish for you to be mine for
a long long time. Do you still wish to give yourself to me? Will you
be happy spending your youth with a man nine years older than
yourself? You may change your mind if you like, and I will take you
home right away.”
“Are you kidding me? Why would I
want to change my mind? A man I like, and who likes me as I am, has
asked me to be his partner through the apocalypse, and live with him.
In addition to that, we may survive the coming meteor hit. Of course
I'll stay with you, Curt. Whatever comes our way, I am your
girl!”
Amy then released her bra and let it fall to the
floor. She shook her shoulders from side to side and her large tits
swayed freely. She smiled at Curt and said, “Curt, you can have
me any way you like. All I ask of you is that you please be gentle
with me the first time. If you like a thicker girl, come make this
buxom girl yours.”
A very broad smile spread over
Curt's face. He spread his arms and Amy stepped into them. He hugged
her tightly crushing her tits into his chest. He kissed her with a
passion she had never felt before. He let his hands slide down her
back to fondle her plump ass. He firmly squeezed her ass's cheeks,
pulled her pelvis tightly to his, and told her, “Amy, I really
do like your body. I love a girl with a little meat on her bones, and
baby, you have just the right amount of meat in just the right
places.”
Amy cooed in pleasure. “Oh Curt, you
don't know how much I wanted to hear you say that. I know you will
make me feel wanted and cared for. I can tell already how much you
want me. I can feel that desire pressing against my belly.”
Curt
laughed. He knew his manhood was standing at attention and was
pressing into her soft belly. “You're right, Amy. I do want you
so very much.” He then pushed his hands under lacy panties and
squeezed the bare flesh of her ass.
Amy laid her head on
Curt's chest and moaned. “Then do something about it. Please
take me to bed and make me yours. My cherry is yours to take.”
Even
though Amy was a little heavier than she would have preferred, Curt
bent over and picked her up. He cradled her in his arms like she was
as light as a feather.
She gasped and then giggled. She then
threw her arms around his neck. He was much stronger than she had
expected.
They kissed as he carried her to the
bunker's sleeping chamber. “I have just one more question, Amy.
Are you on birth control pills?”
She looked up into his
eyes and replied. “Yes, I just got a six month refill on them.
After that, if we live that long, I don't know what we will do.”
He
smiled and kissed her again. He then laid her on the king sized bed.
He slid her panties from under her ass and off her legs.
With
a broad grin, Curt exclaimed, “Amy, you're bald! How did you
know I preferred bald pussy?”
“I didn't know if
you would like me shaved or not.” She replied with a smile.
“Before you picked me up this
evening, I had made up my mind to give myself to you, if you
wanted me. So, while I was in the shower getting ready for our date,
I shaved my legs. I then decided to shave my pubes too. I wanted to
be as sexy as I could be, for you. I had hoped you'd like me this
way.”
“I certainly do! You look good enough to
eat. Let me show you how much I like you and your bald pussy.”
Amy somewhat nervously spread her legs as Curt crawled from
the foot of the bed up between them. When he reached her crotch he
kissed then licked her bald pubic mound. He kissed her snugly closed
split. He then gave her one long pussy-lip parting lick from the
bottom of her split to her clit and flicked his tongue over that
sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh God!” Amy gasped
and thrust her pelvis up to accept the attentions Curt was giving her
pussy.
He then inhaled deeply of her fresh aroma. Curt smiled
at Amy and said to her, “There's nothing I like more than the
taste and aroma of a fresh virgin's pussy.” He then began
licking and sucking Amy's pussy with exuberance.
In a short
time, she was thrashing on the bed beneath him. She soon felt the
first orgasm of the night rush through her body. She clinched her
fists. She wadded bedding into each fist on each side of her hips.
She thrust her pelvis up to meet Curt's mouth. She had never felt
anything so intense.
As her orgasm waned, he pressed his
tongue as deeply as he could into her awakening hole. Her body began
