Bugging Out
by Dark Apostle
Copyright© 2026 by Dark Apostle
Fiction Sex Story: Written during the Pandemic when I worked in a carehome. This is a small fantasy of mine, not edited by Steven, he's working on the New World. James is bugging out, but comes across a group of women he works with.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Post Apocalypse MaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Polygamy/Polyamory .
James woke up three days before he would have left his flat the first time around, but this time he got up and got busy straight away, the knowledge of what was coming sharpening every decision into something clean and purposeful.
The streets outside were still quiet — people going about their routines, blissfully unaware that the infrastructure underpinning all of it had maybe a week left before it folded in on itself — and that blissful ignorance gave James free rein to move through the neighbourhood without drawing attention or competition. He went to each house he remembered would have the equipment he needed, working through his mental list with the calm efficiency of a man who had already lived this mistake once and had no intention of repeating it. He got the clothing he liked — the long leather duster with hood that had served him well for many years — and the real-life Katana sword, complete with back scabbard. Next were the two handguns, which he chambered a round in both before sliding them in, and then the last place yielded his backpack and hat. He reached down, picked it up, dusted it off, put it on his head and grinned. It still fit exactly right.
With that settled, he left the house and headed back home, the duster moving around his legs as he walked, the weight of the guns a comfortable pressure at either hip.
When he got there he found two young ladies sitting on the grass in his lawn, legs folded under them in the afternoon sun like they hadn’t a care in the world, which he supposed they didn’t yet. He paused and studied them as he walked up to the front and took off his bag, dumping it on the ground with a solid thump.
“Jade,” James said. “Regan.”
“James,” they both shouted and jumped up. God, Regan’s tits bounced as she leapt into the air. Jade grinned, seeing where James was looking, and nodded at him.
“What can I do for you?”
They exchanged looks, that private two-person language of long friendship flickering between them in the space of a glance.
“Well you said to come over when it was the end of the world.”
“Technically,” he raised his finger. “It is not the end of the world, just the end of our civilisation and as you can tell from the bag, I’m bugging the fuck out of here.”
“Can we come?”
“Why would I want you two along, to cause me more hassle?”
“We wouldn’t.”
James scowled. “I’ve got to clothe and feed you and keep you safe and more than likely stop Regan from being raped.”
“Why Regan?” Jade said with a frown, James looked at Regan’s bust and she blushed. “Oh, her tits you mean.”
James nodded.
“I won’t get raped,” Regan whined.
James shrugged, the gesture carrying the weight of a man who had seen considerably more of what people were capable of when the rules dissolved than either of them had. He looked at her chest again, not unkindly, and said nothing.
“What can we do to get you to look after us?”
“Well I don’t owe either of you anything,” he mused, leaning back against the gatepost with his arms folded and studying the pair of them. They were both pretty — genuinely, distractingly pretty — and he had always known it. Jade with her dark eyes and that particular way she tilted her head when she was thinking. Regan with the curves she seemed perpetually embarrassed by. “But...”
“But what?”
“If I fucked the two of you, we’d be together as a group and I’d be responsible for your safety.”
“You just want to fuck us don’t you?”
James nodded and looked at Jade. “You in particular.”
She blushed. “Oh?”
“Yes, I’ve always fancied you and Regan.”
Jade held his gaze for a moment, something working through her expression that landed somewhere between flattered and genuinely surprised, like she was reassessing a piece of information she’d filed incorrectly years ago.
“Okay, so how do you want to do this?”
“I want to tie up Regan and fuck her in the ass,” he said, and Regan’s eyes widened. “In fact I want to fuck her ass so hard she prolapses.”
Jade snorted a cough, turning it into a fist pressed briefly to her lips.
“So...”
James dropped his jacket and took off his sword, setting it against the gatepost with deliberate care, then next came his handguns, placed with the same unhurried respect. He pulled off his t-shirt and both girls stared slack-jawed. He had made sure that he was toned, having shed the belly and built a six-pack over the preceding three months through the kind of single-minded, obsessive training that only a man who knew exactly what was coming could sustain, and the result was currently on full display in the afternoon light.
“Those t-shirts really don’t do anything for you.”
“No,” he grinned. “But I have been training like an absolute cunt for the last three months.”
“Wow.”
Regan’s mouth was still slightly open. Jade had her arms loosely folded, her eyes moving across his torso with an appreciation she wasn’t quite managing to disguise as indifference.
“And now for the pièce de résistance,” James said, and undid his belt and fly and tugged his trousers and underwear down in one unhurried movement, to reveal nine inches of aching cock that bounced free into the warm air.
“Jesus.”
James grinned. “So ladies, first cock?”
“No,” Jade chuckled. “But it is our first large cock.”
“He’s going to destroy my ass,” Regan whimpered, her eyes fixed on it with an expression that balanced genuine alarm against something considerably more complicated.
“Yup,” Jade nodded.
“Naw,” James grinned. “It was just to see if you were both serious. Which you are. I’m going to be very gentle with you both.”
“You are?”
“Getting regular sex is about repeat business,” James explained, settling his weight comfortably. “If I don’t do a good job or I hurt either of you, you aren’t going to want to fuck me again are you?”
“No,” Regan mused and folded her arms under her breasts, which had the effect of making things considerably worse for James’s concentration.
“So to that end, I want to make sure that your first time with a ‘man,’” James used air quotations, “is so pleasurable, you’ll want to come back for seconds.”
“I get it,” she nodded, her expression shifting into something warmer, more settled.
“Okay, so can I see your tits?”
She blushed and nodded. “Yes.”
“God you are so pretty,” he groaned and gripped his cock.
Regan breathed deep for a moment and pulled her top off and they bounced freely, full and heavy and perfect in the afternoon sun. Both he and Jade stared at them as she reached up and unsnapped the front of her bra, letting it fall away so they lowered down slightly under their own weight, her nipples big and erect, sitting on medium-sized areolas about the size of two pence pieces. James stood there and simply appreciated them for a moment, unhurried about it.
“Have you seen her tits before Jade?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“What about her cunt?”
She grinned. “Yes also.”
“What about the rest?”
Regan answered that one herself, nodding and dropping her trousers and knickers in one swoop, stepping out of them and standing in the grass bare as the day she was born. He stared at her tight bald slit, his dick twitching noticeably, the skin there pale and smooth and soft-looking.
“Jade?”
Jade went beet red and pulled her top off. Her tits were smaller than Regan’s but no less pert, sitting high and firm with small puffy nipples that were already stiffening in the air. She dropped her trousers and knickers — pink, he noted — and stood with slightly more self-consciousness than Regan, her thighs pressed together, her hairier slit a neat dark shadow between them. After a moment she seemed to decide that the self-consciousness was beneath her and stood up straight. Jade grinned.
“Okay baby,” James said, his gaze moving between the two of them with the slow satisfaction of a man who couldn’t quite believe his luck even the second time around. “What do you want to do first?”
“Kiss,” she grinned.
He nodded. “But I get to kiss both of you.”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Will you kiss Jade first?”
She went crimson but nodded. Regan walked up to her best friend, pursed her lips, and Jade leaned forwards and pecked them. James rolled his eyes and tutted, so Regan sighed, opened her mouth, and the two truly kissed — Jade’s hand coming up to Regan’s jaw, Regan’s fingers finding Jade’s waist, both of them leaning into it in a way that suggested this was not quite as foreign a territory as they were letting on.
James grabbed Regan’s knickers from the grass, sat down, and jerked off into them, working himself hard and fast, his eyes fixed on the two girls and the wet sounds of their mouths. “Oh fuck,” he bucked his hips and came hard, squirting into the fabric in thick pulses, then slumped back puffing, the knickers crumpled in his fist.
“You got off just on us kissing?”
He couldn’t answer and rested there, chest rising and falling.
“That’s a lot of cum,” Jade noted, eyeing the knickers with what appeared to be genuine scientific interest.
“Yah.”
“So what now?”
James waved his hand and closed his eyes. “Why don’t the two of you snuggle me?”
They grinned, exchanged a look that had a whole conversation in it, then got down next to him on the grass — Regan at his back, Jade against his front — and the three of them lay there in the sun while the world quietly went about ending. Jade slid her hand over James’s chest and they all sighed as they rested, the warmth of three bodies and the smell of cut grass and the distant sound of a neighbour’s radio making the whole scene feel almost absurdly domestic given the circumstances.
He woke in the evening with the sun drawing in and the air carrying the first cool edge of the coming night. He found himself curled into Regan, his hand resting warm and proprietary on her large breast, his cock already awake and pressing into the cleft of her arse.
She grunted, stirring. “Hello James.”
“Hi babe.”
“I can feel you’re awake, it’s horny.”
“Yup.”
“So,” she pushed her delightful ass into him, a slow deliberate roll of her hips. “What now?”
“Okay, before I enter you, I’ve got to make you wet.”
“Yes.”
“What a chore that’s going to be,” he chortled and squeezed her plump tit, letting the weight of it fill his hand, feeling her nipple press into his palm.
He extracted himself from her warmth, pulled her onto her back and parted her legs, spreading them with both hands so that her wet hole was exposed and waiting, already slick and flushed and visibly eager. He studied it for a moment, kneeling between her thighs with the last of the sunset painting everything amber and gold.
“What do you think,” she asked in a breathy voice, one arm draped above her head, watching him watch her.
“I think you and Jade are two of the most beautiful women I’ve ever met.”
Both girls grinned, Jade propping herself up on one elbow beside them, her small bare tits catching the warm light.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
He lowered down and kissed her ankles first, taking his time about it, weaving his fingers between her toes and watching the goosebumps chase each other up the length of her leg. His hand cupped her calf as he kissed the inside of her knee and worked his way upward with unhurried patience, opening his mouth wide to gently suck at the tender skin of her inner thigh while his free hand moved up to find her clit and begin working slow, deliberate circles against it. She made a soft sound above him and shifted her hips. He flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit and enjoyed hearing her gasp — a sharp, involuntary sound that she couldn’t have swallowed if she’d tried — then moved his attention to her opening and slid two fingers inside her, beginning to thrust in a steady rolling rhythm that had her hips lifting off the ground within seconds.
“Uhnn.”
He paused and lifted up for a moment, studying her face — the flush across her cheeks and collarbones, the way her lip was caught between her teeth — as he felt her warm pussy grip around his fingers. He moved them in a slow curl and she groaned, long and low, her back arching. He grinned. “I’m going to fuck you babe.”
“Yes.”
James smiled and resumed, combining the rough massage of her clit with the steady thrust of his fingers, Regan grunting and groaning beneath him and grinding herself shamelessly against his hand. He began picking up speed, working her harder, feeling her getting wetter and tighter around him — then paused again, holding perfectly still.
“No,” she moaned, hips chasing after him. He smiled and looked at Jade, who was staring with wide eyes and flushed cheeks, one hand pressed flat to the grass like she needed to ground herself.
“Jade?”
“Yeah.”
“Sit on lovely Regan’s face.”
“Y-yeah.”
Jade pushed herself off the grass and moved over, her legs parting as she lowered herself down onto her friend’s upturned face with a small gasp. Regan got straight to work, her tongue finding Jade’s cunt with the familiarity of someone who had clearly done this before regardless of what the earlier blushing had implied, and Jade’s hips began to rock forward in a slow helpless grind as James resumed his pace below. He worked Regan harder now, fingers crooking to find the spot that made her cry out, his thumb grinding her clit without mercy until she was squelching obscenely around him and her thighs were trembling. When she came it was with her whole body, a sudden clenching flood of warmth soaking his hand as she cried out into Jade’s thighs. Jade fell forwards between Regan’s legs, grabbed them and held on as Regan drenched her face in a long squirting rush, and the two of them slumped together in a gasping heap while James watched with great satisfaction.
“F-fuck,” Jade stuttered, her face wet and her chest heaving.
“Yes.”
“Are you going to finish what you started?”
“Suck me off.”
“Yes,” she nodded, and crawled over to him with the boneless grace of someone whose limbs had not entirely rejoined the programme. She knelt up, took his cock in both hands, and lowered down, taking him into her mouth with a small sound of concentration, and God this girl was good at head — she bobbed up and down on his cock with confident, unhurried rhythm, her tongue working the underside, her hands moving in slow counterpoint, and he moaned and stroked her hair as she sucked, watching her with an expression that was probably embarrassingly reverent.
“Having fun?”
James looked up to see Amber standing in the hedge entrance, one hand braced against the post, her expression composed into something that managed to be simultaneously amused and assessingly interested. She was a handsome woman in her forties, Jade’s bone structure and dark eyes inherited directly, her figure still carrying the kind of easy confidence that came from knowing exactly what she looked like.
“Amber?”
She grinned, hand moving to her hip, her gaze dropping to where her daughter was bobbing steadily up and down. “That’s a big dick.”
“You like it?”
“My daughter seems to,” she noted.
James groaned, grabbed Jade’s head with both hands and forced his cock up into her gullet, holding her there as he came in hard surging pulses. She choked and coughed around him, throat working, eyes watering, and he held her there through it before releasing her and slumping back with a long sigh.
“Can I see your tits?”
“Sure!” She pulled off her top without the slightest hesitation, dropped her trousers and stood in front of him in all her glory. She had Jade’s colouring but considerably more of everything else, full and heavy and unapologetically on display.
“Damn Jade, I see where you get your cunt from.”
Jade coughed up some cum and wiped her mouth, looking between her mother and James with an expression that was working through several stages of something. “I’m not alone either.”
“No?”
Amber turned and Yoli walked into the garden, moving with the particular energy of a woman who had had several drinks and felt very strongly about several things, her gaze going immediately to her daughter’s flushed and satisfied face as Regan lay spreadeagled in the grass, chest still heaving. “I heard her orgasm.”
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