The Fog Came One Day Ep. 01

Her throaty, deep groaning and primal panting smothered my face in joyous eruptions of pleasure. Riding me like horse on the gallop, I sucked her with intensity. Roxie fell forward and braced herself with both hands above my head. That delicious scent of her energized my senses beyond description. We often wondered how wonderfully delirious we got before, during and after sex. It often defies verbal expression.

"That's it, honey, enjoy the glow," I whispered as she fell to my side and moaned.

"Saddle up, baby, get on me now," she said with warm smoldering syrupy hint. Roxie reached between my legs and grabbed my cock. "Damn, that's nice. I want that big dick in my pussy, balls deep and bottomed out. I need to be fucked."

"Oh god yes, I wanna fuck you long and hard," I muttered back to her.

In a flash, she was under me and encircled all around me, her arms were over my neck pulled my face to hers. Lips locked, and tongues explored. Her legs clamped my hips, while her ankles locked together behind my back. Roxie made sure I was slammed deep into her and wasn't about to let go. Her legs pumped my ass hard and fast.

Demanding and dominating, she sucked my tongue and bit my ear lobes. I always loved that part, while the kiss continued long and forceful. Tongues, taste and teeth tormented each other. Through the slippery wetness of each luscious mouthful, we savored each other and taunted without mercy. Hugging and tugging, the exhilaration intensified, as her body commanded all my energies with voracious hunger.

"Oh, damnit this is good," Roxie murmured, groaned loudly and raked my back with red fingernails. Streaks lined my back in the wake of her torrid intensity. Fuck me!"

Squirming, twisting and arching her back, she hunched upward, rubbing my dick against the tight inner flesh of her vagina. Sucking me deeper her heels slammed my butt with each downward thrust. I could feel her thick vaginal lips over the bulbous head of my penis. With each piston motion, sexual energies mounted to a volcanic climax.

"My god you're amazing," I whispered and held her tightly to feel the quivering press of her huge breasts against my chest. "Fuck me, baby, fuck me more..."

While I made smacking sounds licking and sucking her beautiful nipples, she rolled her head around and let out a long sigh. Panting ruthlessly, Roxie squealed as though possessed by a wild sex craved demon. Then, as my tongue gently licked her big brown areola, her long slender sensual fingers gripped my throat as if to choke me. I felt the tension on my throat, she held me tight and arched her hips at every thrust.

We both hit the edge of pleasure and were on the verge of cascading down the salacious waterfall of gushing sex. Sucking a breath in that instant, Roxie reached between us, grabbed my cock and jacked me at to the hilt, pulled my balls and rubbed the head at the entrance to her plump pubic mound. In and out, she played a game of hide and seek with my penis. Out mutually strong stamina reached the edge.

"Oh, fuck yeah, geezus, you feel so wonderful, sweetie," she groaned deliriously. "Goddamnit, I needed this, whew, been dry for days. Fuck me..."

"Baby, my hot stuff," I said softly into her ear, while my build got to the point of bursting. Jack hammering her vaginal depths, I muttered, "You're incredible."

"Oh, fuck..." she blurted and let out a long shrill squeal. "I'm cumming!"

"Do it, honey, do it, let it go," I urged her and pounded her slow and easy.

"Get ready, honey," she panted. Sweat drew glistening lines across her forehead. "I want that big load in my pussy," she mumbled breathlessly. "Pump it, that's it, love, jam that big head in my cunt. Do me, getting closer again," she let out a yelp.

As I pushed and strained deeper, her legs tightened around my hips. Rolling back and forth and adjusting, she wanted me to stay locked on top. Her fingers dug into my ass, raked red lines across my butt cheeks. With a ferocious shove, while her hips slammed me from underneath, my cock felt like it hit bottom.

"Here it comes," I huffed and felt my groin tense up.

"Give it to me, love, fill me up." She pulled fearlessly to get me as deep as possible. My cock dug into her pubis and felt like an iron poker. Heated in the fiery furnace of her dripping fleshiness, my cock stretched her tightness. "Shoot that load, honey."

"That's it, baby, pull me in, squeeze me," I moaned with delight.

"Oh yeah, do me, that's my boy, fuck me," she teased and toyed.

"Mmmmm, so delicious," I stuttered between breaths. Hunched into her grip and luscious depths, I groaned and came with a furious explosion. "I'm cumming, love."

"Oh my god, yeah, yeah, that's it!" she screamed, bucked and bolted up and down, harpooned on my cock. Her head jerked from side to side. "Fuck! Damnit, geezus, I'm cumming hard, baby. Fuck me!" She yelled again. "Whew, at the same time."

"Wow," I mumbled, my mind, white-hot glaze, molten and sweet, like some hot baked pastry, with steaming aromatic coffee. "Geezus, Rox, you're amazing." My mind and body wanted to go on without stopping. "You feel so good," I mumbled.

On the brink, almost over the edge, at that sensual line of bulging veins, strained grimaces and built up juices, the eruption was about to go off. Her muscular vagina held me firmly in place, while I slid in and out. Sweating, panting and groaning with unbridled pleasure, we fucked each other furiously. Back and worth we pushed madly at each other. Side to side, grinding and thrusting, there was no ending to beauty of fucking.

"Baby, oh my god, it's close," she whispered, bit my ear and kissed my face. "Wait, there, right there, oh, oh, that's it, here it comes, it's coming..."

"Uh, we are, cumming at the same time, beautiful," I said and held her tightly.

The explosion sent us both into a near death experience. For a moment, I thought I came twice, maybe three times, at least that, as my cum shot successive jolts into her. Deep inside, her thick, hot and gripping muscles tightened like a steel vice. She milked my cock to get every drop. Still throbbing, pumping, twitching, she wrapped me up, and consumed my whole essence within her exploding and powerful sensuality.

As we cuddled and hugged, sweat glued us together, as we oozed and dripped warm bodily fluids. The heated flood from pubis to thigh was a comforting drizzle we shared intimately. For seemingly endless moments, we soaked up the warmth of our nakedness, and uninhibited freedom to lay intertwined flesh to flesh.

"Uh huh, oh wow..." she muttered pleasantly. "That was good, my dear."

"Always, with you, Rox, never a dull moment," I said with a drained sigh.

Outside, the noise came first. A blast, somewhere nearby, sounded the familiar echo of an explosion. Something about a Fourth of July detonation. This was different. Immediately, sound waves shifted, and the boat took the vibration with an abrupt shift on its moorings. Crackling and crumbling, screams and panic, animated the chaos and ensuing local anarchy. For a few second, the boat bumped against the dock.

"What the fuck, Hal?" Roxie blurted. "Talk about a bang."

"Yeah, no kidding, that's weird, but no unexpected," I answered and leaped out of the bed. "Oh my god, you're hot and sexy." I gave her a longing glance. "The big bang theory has lots of possibilities. We need to check this out."

Quickly, we dressed. My usual tan and blue, cotton slacks and button-down oxford, with beige and brown deck shoes, contrasted with her green sandals and red microkini. An instant later, we were on the rear deck of my boat. Scanning the periphery, all hell was breaking lose. People ran madly through the streets, while a growing crowd amassed outside the front gates of the CT marina. My next thought, where was my gun?

"Got your gun, Hal?" Roxie asked quietly, as she held my elbow. She carefully scanned the parking lot. "Yeah, I know, my suspicious nature, I dated cops." Roxie adjusted the thong that tucked between her ample butt cheeks. "Love cops."

"And, that's a good thing," I commented and watched. A moment ago, I snatched my pistol from underneath the bed. It was a Glock .45 subcompact. "Smoke from the bank building across the street. Looks like fire, black could, probably a bomb."

"What do you think?" She asked and put her arm on my shoulder. Roxie was taller than me. "Time to weigh anchor, get offshore, create some space?"

"You betcha, gorgeous," I agreed and let my arm hug her waist and pull her close. "Yeah, let's fire up the engines and get over to Pelican Island. It's a county park. We can get our plan together." I gave her wink. "You okay with guns, ammo, supplies?"

"You bet, baby," she said gleefully and kissed my forehead. "I'm well-supplied."

"Oh yeah, you got the best assets around," I noted with a big smile.

Wow, what a woman. She exhausted me. No complaints here. Bright, charming, sexy, mentally and physically fit, fully capable of anything, Roxie made a good partner. Full of sexual energy, she was fired up and got that boat launched in no time. Looking like a warrior out of dystopic movie, Roxie sported a k-bar survival knife and a 9mm pistol. Wrapped around her waist, the knife and gun were holstered in olive drab web gear.

With that, I watch her amazingly sexy form giggle and wiggle off the boat and over to hers. Like a lithe agile gazelle, those long sensuous legs took her swiftly to her boat. In the next moments, I got the old Double D fired up and idling, moorings secured, and electronics activated. My pistol was on my side, I quickly did an inventory from rations to weapons. Solar panels and sat phone were standing by.

She appeared on deck at her console completely naked. Her purposeful tan lines added a sexy hint to her light bronze skin tone. I shook my head approvingly and chuckled. Roxie blew me a kiss and gave thumbs up. Calmly, we eased out of the Clam Tow and headed into the intercostal waterway. She put on a radio communication headset and fiddled with controls. At the same time, Panic animated around us. I glanced over to her as she took the lead and looked back to where she pointed. It was not a pretty picture.

"G-string to Double D, over," Rocky radioed to me.

"Gotcha, G-string, looking good, over," I signed back to her.

"Keep a steady stiff steady rhythm, Double D," she answered. "Fuck you soon."

"Roger that, hot stuff, poking that portal hole very soon," I replied.

The smog came. A haze lingered over the town. That was unusual. Was it a psychosomatic purge? A government experiment gone wrong. I mean a secret agency operation of the clandestine federal government. Not the political side of things. Most politicians are not that intelligent, just the intelligence community is very intelligent. From my experience in that world, this did not have those indicators. And, my old pal the Rook indicated as much by what he said and how he said it when he said it.

Leaving the camel tow setting of Clam Tow, something dark happened. Chaos in the streets, an angry crowd forcing their way into the marina, as anarchy unfolded in this once upscale seaside town. Everyone panics in a crisis, especially rich people. Something bad started a social firestorm frolicking in dangerous stupidity. It was a Fourth of July gone mad. People were acting stranger than the standard every day foolishness.

An atmosphere of narcissistic self-indulgence brewed for decades. A sissy nation had devolved. After all, this was the age of negativism, mean politics, guilty until proved not so innocent, conviction by false accusation, persecution by association, with the mass dumbing down of society. In addition, maybe Mother Nature was pissed. Perhaps the ancient fire thief stole the flame again and gave it to the wrong humans. Out there in the streets, people were acting as though possessed by a violent aggressive force.

"G-string to Double D, over," Dunes raised me on the comm-link.

"I see them, G-string, be careful, they have no idea what they are doing," I let her know and watched two luxury sailboats crash into each other. "That's not good."

"Geezus, idiots, I mean what the fuck," she blurted out with radio static.

As soon as she said that, an explosion erupted on Main Street in front of the marina. As the Double D cruised slowly out of the harbor, people on other boats panicked as usual. You always expect that at least 75% will do primal things. Most people are simply oblivious and will be dangerous by virtue of their stupidity. That is why I remain in solitude and away from the public as much as possible.

I never had any doubt the human species was in a state of devolution. Now, for the other 25%, there is the possibility of survival. Not many can be counted on to be smart about much of anything, let alone a crisis. To that end, most people are going to be stupid no matter what. Chaos set in quickly, along with its twin anarchy. In the uproar, boats collided and wreckage blocked parts of the intercostal channel.

Some of the vessels caught on fire, as others ran aground. People yelled and screamed while others started fights across bows of their boats. Everybody for themselves and nobody for the community. Seemed like the only ones keeping a clear head about them were cops and fire fighters. You always have the first responders, the emergency services people who are the true heroes in a disaster. All you can do is try to survive.

"Yeppers, no doubt about it, Roxy," I radioed back to her via my headset and steadied the Double D on a heading into the intercostal channel. "Keep your head down."

"Roger that, baby," she signal over the crackle of radio interference. "The shooting has starting, along with the looting. It's madness, like a virus."

"A virus?" I answered abruptly. For a second, maybe more, I was distracted when flashers her huge tits at me. Damn, she was hotter than the explosive going off. "Well, that's and interesting idea. But, some aren't affected like others, like us."

Like her, I was naked too. Nudity was a great was to be free. It was like an act of liberation. We felt good going nude on our boats. I still had her wet essence on my penis and in the hairy patch around my groin. The tip of my cock still glistened with her presence. That was a sexy thing. And, in the midst of a pre-apocalypse, I was getting another erection at the sight of her. My cock dangled semi-erect while I steered.

"You're looking good over there hot stuff," she radioed.

"You look out of this world, marvelous, a delicious sight to behold, I answered. Comforting, I thought to have a close friend like her. "Contagion?" I spoke into the mic. "You might be onto something. You still got that hazmat gear I gave you?"

"Like a good army ranger, roger that," she teased back immediately.

"You can rope me any day," I replied and watched her take her boat into the bay.

"Baby, I'll tie you up, you'll never get loose and more," she nakedly tossed back at me. "Let's get out of here and set up our defensive measures."

"Interesting idea. The rope tying, I mean." I sucked in a breath and let out long exhale. "Let's work on your theory, Ms. G-String," I noted half teasing. "If a bio-weapon, then how was it delivered and why isn't everyone affected? It's selective."

"Yep, my wonderful cocksman, we're unaffected so far," she added and led us into the open waters and headed toward the island rendezvous. "Keep up."

"You good to go defensively?" I asked her wanting to know about weapons.

"You betcha, hot stuff," she replied in a sexy way. "You know I'm a card carrying NRA member, right?" She blew me another kiss from her helm. I admired her big bosom, her fit figure and her wits. She would survive no matter what. Her copper toned essence answered. "Roger that, how about you? You gotta plenty of girthy stuff over there?"

"Affirmative," I answered and kept an eye out for idiots in boats. "Let's go silent."

"You betcha, hot stuff," she murmured back in a lower tone. "Watch your six."

"I'm watching yours," I teased instantly. Geezus, what an ass.

No sooner had I said that, and boaters began to crash into each other. It appeared they did it on purpose, as though mad cow or maybe mad sea cow disease has set in. instead, it was the usual selfish intent of people quick to use the moment for their own benefit. Nothing is without purpose or intention, all is premeditated. She was right when she said the shooting started and crashes have begun. People will do bad things.

Back in the streets, the marina compound was overrun. Bodies were scattered all over the parking lot. Blood flowed freely, and anarchy became the rule of law. Now compromised, the C-T marina was the scene of warring factions. In a way, haves versus the have-nots. While people fought over property, a helicopter tried to land. A corporate craft, apparently some CEO wanted a fast getaway. Such was not to be.

On my console, I flipped a switch a robotic camera whirred amid ship over the cabin. Panning and tilting, the lens zoomed in and out to capture the sequence of unfolding events. Especially, the helo disaster that was about to occur. As the red chopper descended, a fat, no more like obese guy waddled from his yacht.

As a side note, a quick observation, when I saw a good-looking woman alongside some fat, bloated, pompous arrogant asshole, and my thoughts usually wanted to know why. What was up with that? Of course, there are multiple answers and all of those get back to the fundamental hedonism of the human being. What is in it for them? Moreover, how is it working for them? Who gets on top? Who fucks up and who fucks down?

Do they fuck a lot or not at all? Therein resides the problem. Without a healthy sex life, there is always going to be strife. An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away. You look around and see so many uptight people. Afraid of their own skin, they project from within the divisiveness of that which is about to begin. For all those pretentious accolades of self-righteousness, in the end, no one cares. What are they getting in the exchange? Sometimes not so good. Other times, it is the material goods.

In particular, this fat guy was prominent, wealthy and corrupt. Groping young babes, feeling up asses, and trying to fuck minors on his yacht. In actuality, his bloated immaturity ensured his penile shortcomings. Thinking of that, I watched as the wife chased him to the chopper. She was hot running in red spiked heels and microkini to the helo. She liked all the wealth and glitter as well as good sex, but not with him.

As her nicely well-rounded lovely big ass jiggled, I recalled nailing that butt several times. Damn she was good. For a moment, I wished I could help her. Yet, without a blink, I quickly disposed of that idea. You make your choices. To no avail, my efforts would not change things. Human turbulence overwhelmed the moment. It is all fun and games until the cow pies hit the fan, and flakes of fodder cloud the air.

The overcast of the fog that came today, created the excuse for the madness. In the next second, several men and women tackled her. They had succumbed to the lunacy of their devolving intentions. Fat boy left her behind, while they tore her from limb to limb, as if anciently drawn and quartered by some draconian sense of justice.

With blood and flesh dripping from their jowls, they pursued the fat man. Perhaps it was best to let nature takes it course. Maybe the planet was trying to tell us something. After all, earth has been here for a long time without us. Cruising steadily out to sea, I watched him run for the chopper. His aircraft hovered above the crowd. Immediately, the bloated tycoon jumped up trying to catch it and missed. Abruptly, the helo pulled away, as the horde pounced on their new feast. So, the fog came one day.