Dr. John S. Battle stared at the screen, unblinking for a moment, then took a deep shuddering breath.
"Any chance that your calculations could be wrong?" he asked as the faces around the room focused on him. Nobody wanted to look at the screen. If they pretended that it wasn't there, maybe it would go away. After all, it was simply an expanding blip on the computer screen.
"No, Doctor, none at all," Allen, his trusted assistant and good right arm calmly gave the earth a death sentence.
"Doctor, with a meteor that size, nothing can possibly survive. Even the moon will be knocked out of orbit by the debris."
"I'm aware of that, Janice. Fully aware," he said, mumbling as he turned away. His thoughts centered on his children, ages 12, 14, and 15, all girls, and all expecting to face a long life of love, hate, triumph, and hardships.
"Two days," Allen said in a shaken voice.
"Two days?" A female intern spoke from the back of the room.
"So what do we do, Doctor?" Allen asked.
"We go home to our families and do our best to live out a lifetime of dreams, in just two days."
"Shouldn't we contact the President?" A red haired intern asked?"
"No, WE should not contact him, I should contact him," John said in a weary tone. "Now get out, all of you. OUT!" he shouted. Allen started to object. John physically lifted him from the chair and gave him a shove.
"Don't worry, I will be going home as well. I have a family to love," Dr. Battles said softly.
He lifted the phone and dialed the operator. "I need the number for the white house," he said quietly.
John sat in front of his living room window. School would let out in two hours, he might as well leave his kids in until then. After all, what better way to spend a day, than in the company of their friends, who were also in school. Should he tell them? No, he should not. They would find out a few hours before it happened, let them be happy until that moment.
A lawnmower started across the street. John's eyes went to the half naked brunette with waist length hair. She was his next door neighbor from across the street. Once again she was mowing the lawn in a bikini. She was such a fucking tease. She had been teasing him, and the other males in the neighborhood, for one and a half years. Maybe it was time... John stopped, his eyes widening. If he was to go out, why not go out with a bang? Why not do all the things he'd ever wanted to do, with absolutely no inhibitions. After all, they were all dead anyway. He had two days to celebrate. Like a dying man, he was invincible. He could eat raw pork, have unprotected sex, or rob a bank or two. Most of all, he could rape that little slut across the street. And the time was now.
John slammed the front door aside and stormed across the street. The woman looked up when he was about two feet away. Her face lit with a sly smile, as she recognized him. The smile left her face a moment before he clamped a hand onto her arm.
"Shut up. I am going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before. You like to tease, to challenge the male population of this neighborhood? Well I'm taking you up on your challenge, you fucking slut."
"Let me go!" she yelled, struggling to pull away.
"You can go easily, or I will knock your ass out and carry you. Which will it be?"
"Get your mother fucking hands..."
"The hard way," John said, swinging his right fist. She crumpled at his feet.
He went inside, with the girl over his shoulder, and dropped her on her couch. The smell of brewing coffee filled his nostrils. He followed the smell to the kitchen and poured himself a cup. He sipped it on the way back to the living room. The girl was beginning to stir. He sipped coffee and stared at her curvaceous body until she came around naturally.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked groggily.
"I am a doctor, I work at Pollimar Observatory."
"I know," she said resentfully.
"A meteor is about to destroy the earth. We have two days. I have decided to fuck you half to death, in celebration. It's something that I've always wanted to do."
"Two days? Are you sure?"
"My God, lady, would I be acting like this if I wasn't?"
"I don't know. I've been trying to attract your attention for years, but this is the first time you've spoken to me."
"Well you certainly attracted my attention. I have been obsessed with you."
"Show me," she said, relaxing on the couch.
"I've decided that I can't bring myself to rape you, even with the world ending."
"It's not rape, I want you to fuck me. Hell, I've wanted you to fuck me since the day I moved in. I wanted any excuse to get into your house. I call you the Cleavers, after the show Leave It To Beaver. Your family looks so fucking perfect. I sit by my front window and watch you guys living your perfect little lives, while I sit in this big house alone. I date nothing but losers. It's driving me crazy."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know," John said uncomfortably.
"It's not your fault. I moved in just before Thanksgiving two years ago. I sat and watched you eat your entire Thanksgiving dinner with your daughters. Then I got drunk and cried myself to sleep. Did you know that?"
"No, sorry," he said, finishing his coffee. He was becoming very uncomfortable. It was time to leave. He set his cup on the coffee table. A movement distracted him. He looked up to see the lady sitting naked from the waist up. She was fucking perfect, he observed.
"You are about to run away. I have dated losers long enough to know the signs. Don't run, fuck me," she begged in all sincerity. John looked at her small, firm, breasts and licked his lips. Under normal circumstances he might not want to get involved with a girl ten years younger than himself. Hell, she was barely six years older than his oldest daughter. But as he well knew, life was not normal.
"Why yes, I believe I will," he said walking over to the couch. She slid aside to make room for him. He sat and she pulled him into a fervent kiss. He felt his body waking up. He hadn't dated in... too long. Nearly ten years. Could he remember how to do it?
His hands went to her firm breast. He mashed them gently in his hands, then thumbed her nipple with his right thumb. She gasped and gyrated beneath him. She breathed noisily through her nose, while searching his mouth with her tongue. She gently sucked his tongue into her mouth and fenced with it, with her eyes closed and hands roaming over his body.
John realized that he remembered how to make love to a woman. All his old tricks came back to him. He had learned a lot from his ex-wife. That should have been a clue that something had been wrong with his previous marriage. He should have realized that something was wrong when he first realized that his first wife was learning much faster than he was. But he had been naive. She gained her storehouse of knowledge through experience. And she gained more each and every day they were married. The Holiday Inn had given her a running account. The local salesmen had passed her name and phone number from hand to hand. She had been very popular. John only realized what had been happening when one idiot left a message on his answering machine. Otherwise, he was so dedicated to his job that he might have never found out. Thanks to that answering machine message, she had been forced to leave without a penny, and without the girls. He had been very happy with his new life. But sex had been one thing he was forced to give up. Now he regretted that loss. He should have been making love to a beautiful woman such as... who?
"What is your name?" he asked, breaking the kiss.
"Tonya," she said, pleased that he would ask at such a moment. She had many prerequisites for a "good man" and...
"Doctor John S. Bat... John."
She had many prerequisites for a "good man" and John was filing them all.
Tonya reached down and pulled the bows on each side of her bikini. She pulled the cords out and dropped them, watching John as the front of her bikini fell, opening her pussy to his view. He looked shocked, eager and desperate, while she watched with a coy smile. She waited breathlessly, while he surveyed her pussy, then sank his face between her open knees and kissed it. Tonya shivered in appreciation. But rather than eating her pussy, John calmly sat up and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"A vagina is so ugly," he said without preamble.
She gasped in surprise, but he seemed not to notice, or care.
"A man's penis is an amazing invention. It can retract when it's not needed, or extend to an amazing length when it wants to make love to a woman. But a vagina is nothing more that a slit between a woman's legs. With either a vagina or a pair of breasts, a man is so infatuated with them both that he will do anything to attain one. It's amazing to what lengths nature can go to perpetuate the species," he said with a smile as he stepped out of his trousers.
"Because right now your vagina... your pussy, is the most exciting thing I have ever seen," he whispered. His hands were starting to shake.
"You don't think a pussy is cute?" she asked teasingly.
"A pussy stops being cute when a girl turns eight."
"Oh, so you don't want my pussy?" she asked, lightly petting the light brown pelt of hair above her puffy lips.
"I want it with all my heart."
"Then promise me that I can attend all of your future Thanksgiving dinners."
"The world will end in 2 days."
"I know, but promise me anyway."
"Of course you can," he sank down to sit beside her.
"Thanks," she said with a smile. She pushed him back, knelt on the floor, and spread his legs. She slid between them and dropped her mouth to the head of his cock. He gave a shuddering gasp and fell back against the back of the couch. He watched her beautiful face bobbing up and down on his cock. He hadn't seen that in so long. God, how he missed it.
She looked up and locked gazes with him, then smiled.
Time passed. She methodically bobbed up and down as the world continued outside. Horn's honked, people yelled, laughed, or cried out. Dogs barked and a plane passed overhead. The world continued, unaware and uncaring that John was getting his first blowjob in ten years. And Tonya was very good. Her mouth was so hot and her tongue never stopped moving. Most women forgot to use their tongues when they gave a blowjob.
"I'm going to cum," he said suddenly.
"I know," she said between licks. She licked the head of his cock with her long, agile tongue, then licked her lips and looked up.
"I decided to blow you first, because I'm sure you haven't made love for a while. Am I right?"
"So first I will make you cum, so you don't explode in seconds, then you can concentrate on giving me pleasure."
"Ok," he said agreeably. He would have said anything to get her mouth back on his hard cock again. He had been seconds from a huge orgasm, now it was waning. With a huge smile she captured the head of his cock. Her lips slid up and down, while she maintained eye contact. He didn't know why she was watching, but it was sexy as hell. He'd have to remember that when he ate her. Could he eat her pussy? Would he remember how?
His balls were hurting. The heat in his loins intensified again. Once more it felt like the world was standing still. Then he crested and exploded. Cum shot down the long tube beneath his cock and filled her mouth in erratic spurts. She sucked and swallowed quickly. It looked like she might choke, but she quickly regained her composure. She drank calmly. Her eyes went to his face, then they smiled. He had not felt such pleasure for ten years. It was a foreign, wonderful heat that reminded him of all the old times, all the good times before his divorce.
She sucked quietly, milking his cock for the last of it's cream. He watched with a fond smile as she cleaned the head of his cock, then sat at his feet, looking up at him.
"That was wonderful," he said, enjoying the dull ache and heat in his loins. His balls hurt, as all men hurt who had not had sex for a long time. The next time around it would hurt less, or not at all.
"I'm glad you liked it. I think all relationships should start out with oral sex. There are no complications, there is one giver and one receiver. I had nothing to do but make you feel good, and you only had to sit there and enjoy it. It's completely uncomplicated."
"Ah, yes," he said. He knew it was his turn to make her feel good, but hardly knew where to start. Worst of all, he was no longer horny and could not eat her pussy until he was. Men were funny that way. They were chastised when they lost control and let their hormones control their bodies, but they could not have sex without them. It was a vicious, and often painful circle.
"You want coffee?" she asked unexpectedly.
"Sure," he said in surprise. Maybe she did understand.
He watched the sway of her round little ass as she went to the kitchen, still naked, and returned with two cups of coffee. Her pubic hair was light brown and neatly trimmed. Of course it had to be when she wore bikinis. A bikini left little room for excessive pubic hair.
"I feel so damned sexy when you look at me like that," she smiled as she took a sip of coffee.
"You are damned sexy," he said breathlessly. "You are one of the sexiest creatures I have ever met."
"Thanks, John," she smiled. She started to sip her coffee, then held it away from her lap, before she took a sip.
"Nude coffee drinking can be fatal," she said with a smile. He took a sip, found it to be the right temperature, and downed it with a few quick swallows. He looked down to see his cock hard and throbbing. Simply watching her set naked was enough to give him a raging hardon. She was so sweet and sexy. Why hadn't he done this before?
"Oh, you're ready," she said breathlessly.
"Oh yeah," he said with a twisted smile. He sank between her legs and simply looked at her intricate, delicately pedaled pussy. As pussies went, it was a nice one.
She watched silently as he sat facing her lightly-haired pussy. She gasped when he leaned forward and spread her pussy lips with his thumbs. He sucked her clit into his lips, nursing gently on the throbbing member. It was like a little cock.
"Oh yes, suck it," she whispered, almost in his ear. He reached out and licked her long, stiff clit lightly. She gave a shuddering gasp and pulled his face tightly against her pussy. He sucked the clit into his lips and milked it, before strumming it with his tongue. His thumb went to the bottom of her pussy and rubbed it gently. One by one he stimulated all the areas of her pussy, which he could reach without interfering with his tongue. She was soon squirming on the couch.
John was beginning to lose control. Unlike him, she had sex on a routine basis. She didn't need to cum before they fucked. And John needed to fuck her cute little pussy in the worst kind of way. Feeling slightly guilty at not finishing her, he stood, spun her around and bent her over the couch. She laid looking back, unprotesting with her ass presented, her hands clutching the cushions of the couch. He grabbed his cock and pressed it against the entrance to her pussy. He rubbed it up and down briefly to lubricate it, then shoved. He sank his cock into her pussy up to the hilt. She gave a little cry, but pressed back against him. Her pliable ass cheeks were mashed out of shape by his hard hips. He shoved hard to get the best penetration he could. His hands went to her hanging breasts. He filled his hands with her womanly globes of flesh.
"Oh yes," he sighed. Slowly he began pistoning his cock in and out of her wet cunt. The slap of hips against soft ass cheeks grew loud in the room. Her moans of passion were even louder. Mashing her tits in brutal fingers, John fucked Tonya hard. Outside, children passed on the way home from school. He watched them absently, knowing his own daughters would be coming home as well. He plunged his cock up into Tonya's sweet pussy, while wondering what his daughters would say if they knew he was there, fucking this beautiful woman. Would they be proud? Outraged?
His cock was well-lubricate, sliding in and out smoothly. Her moist pussy was hot now, very hot. Moisture from her pussy was dripping down her creamy thigh. His cock made a slick, wet sound as it slid smoothly in and out of her swollen pussy lips.
Tonya's hands clawed the material of the couch, as his hard penis filled her pussy with pleasure. She felt his cock clear up to her abdomen. It was just what she needed. She couldn't believe the battle was over. She giggled at her own pun. The Battle was over.
She had been watching John since the day she first came. He was older, aloof, and dignified. Now she was actually being fucked by him.
His hard, pistoning cock was filling her ass with fire. He was wild, his desires were as hot and urgent as her own. Why did he have to wait for the end of the world before he approached her? Tonya suddenly felt the fire burning in her loins. Her inner thoughts had distracted her. She was hot, ready to cum.
"Fuck me good," she screamed in sudden abandon. John pumped against her ass several more times, then stopped. He wanted to change positions.
"Roll over on your back and grab your ankles," he whispered. She hurried to comply. Feeling silly with her feet up in the air, she waited as he knelt before her. She gasped at the first contact. His cock entered her pussy, pushing slowly, intolerably slow until his full length was inside her. He felt even larger from that angle, and she could watch him as he fucked her.
He reached down and rubbed his thumb over her pussy, rhythmically massaging her clit and wet pussy lips, while his hard penis slid in and out of her cunt. The fire from both seemed to blend together into one massive fire. Before she could get ready, her pussy began to spasm and she found herself in the middle of one massive orgasm. He continued to pump away, while she mindlessly babbled and raved, hunching her pussy against his pelvis. All too quickly, it was over. But to her amazement, he was not through. He continued to pump away inside her pussy, renewing the glow that had just been extinguished by her orgasm.
She felt the fire building again, much faster than it had before. To her astonishment, she felt her pussy clenching stronger and stronger until a second orgasm tore her loins apart. A satisfied smile lit John's face, while he watched her thrash around on the couch. He liked the feeling of her pussy clenching on his hard cock. He liked how she hunched her pussy against him, trying to intensify her orgasm. He stopped and waited, while her sensitive pussy relaxed. Slowly, he began pumping his cock into her pussy again. Her eye lit momentarily in astonishment, then closed in pleasure. He had waited just the right amount of time. His ex-wife's training was coming in handy. John was an excellent lover.
John rubbed his hands over her upper thighs, as she panted and hunched her pussy against him. John loved it, he loved it all. He loved the sexy way that Tonya fucked him back, he loved her exquisitely beautiful and slender body, and he loved the feeling of fucking a young girl who appreciated an older man who could hold off his orgasm for 15 or 20 minutes longer than a young man. It was all fantastic.
John suddenly realized he was going to cum. Pumping faster and faster, thrusting in tune with the loud slap of flesh, and the sticky liquid sounds that came from her pussy, he groaned and closed his eyes, only aware of the heat and spasms in his own loins. With an animal cry of lust he heaved his cock into her pussy and froze. His cock hesitated, then spewed hot cum into her cute mound. She withered on his cock, bringing herself to another orgasm. They intertwined, gasping and clutching at each other as their bodies exploded.
They rested. Tonya lit a cigarette. John started to caution her about the evils of smoking. He suddenly remembered the meteor and chuckled to himself.
"I keep forgetting," he chuckled, shaking his head.
"That the world will end tomorrow."
"Oh, damned, so did I. I was happy for a moment."
"So what are you going to do now?"
"Kiss my daughters, overeat, sit in the middle of a women's locker room and watch them get naked, maybe rob a bank."
"Be careful, you don't want to spend your last day on earth in jail."
"Point well taken," he nodded.
"Can I go with?"
"I... sure, why not," he said in amazement. "You would be an excellent companion."
"Now you notice," she said as she took a drag from her cigarette.
"Let's shower and dress," he said, rushing toward the bathroom. They made a race of it. Luckily, the layout of the house was identical to his own, so he reached it first. They took a shower together.
John entered, holding the door for Tonya.
"Dad," Emily, his oldest said. Her face changed when she saw Tonya.
"This is Tonya, our neighbor," John said calmly.
"I know, dad," Emily said in a condescending tone.
"We are lovers," John said matter-of-factly, trying to break through her superior attitude. It worked.
"Wh... what!" she gasped.
"We have been making love all afternoon. I highly recommend it. I would suggest that you go out and try it yourself."
"Dad," Emily gasped.
"Suit yourself," he shrugged.
"Not hardly, dad."
"Well I will write you a check for three hundred dollars. Divide it equally with your sisters and have fun," he said, taking out his checkbook.
"Only a hundred, John?" Tonya asked, looking from one to the other, then giving him a significant look.
"Right," he said, holding his pen aloft. "I will make it three thousand. Make sure they get their share."
"Ouh, I like her already," Emily smiled at Tonya. Tonya gave her a bright smile in return. "Hey, are you trying to get rid of us?" Emily asked, taking the check.
"Well it worked," Emily said happily. She hugged her father, then Tonya, and ran upstairs screaming for her sisters.
"I'll get my hugs and kisses when they run out of money," John said sagely. "Right now, it's time for us to have a little fun. What would you like to do first?"
"A great idea. But I'm afraid the law doesn't allow it. There is a waiting period and such."
"What if you share your news with a minister. I'm sure he'd make allowances."
"We can try," he shrugged, leading her to the door.
Mr. and Mrs. John S. Battle stopped at Luigi's for lunch. They ate as much as they could hold, then ordered the most expensive wine. John's 100,000 bank account was dwindling. Not that he would need it after tomorrow.
John finished his meal and sipped his coffee. His eyes went to the shapely waitress who had waited on them. She was a bitch, but a good looking bitch.
"I would love to get a piece of her," John said as Tonya lit a cigarette.
"Well as your new bride, I should take exception to that. But I won't. Wait until she returns and stick your hand under her dress. What do you have to lose?"
"My eye, my nose, my..."
"Ok, I get the message. What if I distract her?"
"A kiss should do it. You game?"
"Ok, sure," John said breathlessly. It was hard to drop the trappings of civilization, after rigidly following the rules for so long. But what the hell.
"Miss," Tonya called. She saw the disgusted look on the waitresses face. That decided them. She needed to be taken down a notch.
"Yeah," she said as she stood beside John and looked across the table at Tonya. Tonya crooked a finger at the girl. The girl leaned across the table, as if to listen. Tonya grabbed her on the back of the neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss. The girl struggled for a moment, then responded. John heard the murmur of surprised voices behind him. He didn't care. They would all be dead tomorrow. He would give them something to remember.
John lifted the girl's black dress and gawked at her white panties. He heard excited chatter behind him, mixed with a little laughter. He calmly hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. She struggled, but Tonya had a good hold on her hair. John leaned down and licked the girl's ass, then leaned down until he could lick her pussy. After several wonderful strokes he sat up and wiped his mouth.
"She is fantastic," he said to his new wife. "You should try her."
Tonya released the angry girl. She turned from one to the other, not knowing who to slap first.
"I will give you five thousand dollars to stop by my house later and fuck us both," Tonya said calmly. The girl's mouth opened in outrage, then it closed with a snap.
"Make it ten."
"No, five. You are not quite worth ten."
"I... ok," she said, suddenly happy. John helped her pull up her panties. She left, giving them a wave. Applause broke out in the restaurant around them. An angry manager came out of the kitchen to see what as going on.
"Ooops, time to go," John whispered. He left a very large tip and took the unfinished bottle of wine. They went outside to the fountain. They sat on the fountain wall and shared the bottle.
"This is nice," he said, handing her the bottle.
"It is," she agreed. "Wouldn't it be nice if nobody had inhibitions, they could all live life like we are today."
"I think there is a song about that. No, it wouldn't be nice, it would be utter chaos," John said with a laugh.
"An uproar broke out around them. Several women screamed and men cursed.
"What's the matter?" Tonya called to the nearest man.
"A meteor. It's coming at the earth. We will all die tomorrow," the man screamed over his shoulder as he ran for home.
"Well, the word is out," John said sadly. "We might as well go home and watch the news."
"I guess so. We can't do much now."
A window suddenly broke behind them. John shielded Tonya from the broken glass. They ran out of the square.
"You want coffee?" Tonya asked. John sat down and grabbed the remote. He immediately saw a picture of the meteor. It looked huge.
The science advisor for the white house was speaking.
"...the President's plan to destroy the meteor," the tv said in mid-sentence.
"Good luck with that," he mumbled. "Sure, cream no sugar," he yelled.
Tonya joined him with her own coffee. "I hardly feel married," she said as she took a sip.
"Shhh, I've got the end of the world on."
"Are they saying anything new?"
"Something about destroying it."
Tonya coughed and choked. "Can they do that?"
"I don't think so. The mass is approximately 200 square miles."
"But John, what if they do?"
"They we live a long and happy life," he said with a smile. His eyes suddenly widened. He looked down at the wedding band on his hand and toyed with it with his fingers.
"Yeah," Tonya nodded.
"...the combined force of 60 ICBM's may shatter the ice meteor in time," Richard Gavin was saying. John knew him, he was a colleague.
"Ice?" John said in awe.
"What? What does that mean?" Tonya looked from him to the television.
"If it's really made up of ice, the sun is softening it even now. The combined force of several nuclear weapons could shatter it. Theoretically, the pieces would burn up in the atmosphere.
"Could that guy be wrong?" she pointed at the TV.
"Richard is never wrong. He won't even open his mouth until he's checked his facts three times. How could I be so stupid?" he said with a small laugh.
"Then we won't die?" she asked happily.
"Apparently not. And I have a brand new wife," he said, hugging her close. "I guess we should tell the children," he looked out the window toward his own house.
"I don't think they are home yet. I hope they get home safely, the world went a little insane there for a while."
"Yes, and so did we. I guess we had better cancel our date with the waitress," he said with some misgivings.
"Not necessarily," she said thoughtfully. "Not unless you want to," she said quickly.
"No, it's fine with me," he said, restraining a shout of joy. "I think I might enjoy married life," he said with a chuckle.