5 comments/ 67574 views/ 24 favorites Lubed By: PrevertOne "And you shipped the cargo where?!" "Um...er, Planet 487, outer rim." "487, four-fucking-eight-seven, a primitive non-member planet. You sent a Sorkassigan Oil Worm, the rarest most in demand species in the civilized galaxy, to a planet full of half-savage primates. Are you guys that stupid or is this some sort of humor-gram?" "Well uh...um...er...gulp! We...uh...got the numbers mixed up." "So you're stupid." "Well, we can get it back." "Do it. Do it now, before I rip your head off and feed it to the other one." "I don't think..." "Was I talking to you jerkwad? You're just the supplemental head. Shut the fuck up." "Oh dear!" "What?" "Bio-net says the worm is in mating cycle!" "That's just fucking great you fucking idiot." Lubed 02: Attack of the Lubies Pt. 01 June Walker, college senior, was in her aunt's backyard, taking a shower, when she heard someone say "Fuck." The sound was faint, almost a gasp, barely heard over the running water. She froze, cold fear crawled up her spine. An intruder, probably that creep Cody Hall (who, deep inside she grudgingly admitted, wasn't actually too creepy [despite his voyeurism] and kind of cute in a geeky sort of way), was in the shower and the only weapons at hand were her blue string bikini, a bar of soap, and a bottle of shampoo. She took the shampoo bottle, "Maybe I can throw it in his eyes," and turned to confront her erstwhile rapist. Instead, "?! Mrs. Berenson?!" Her aunt's friend wasn't a surprise. Her oiled up nudity was a different matter. Rather than go home to her parents (who had some issues regarding a wet T-shirt contest she won on spring break [said contest having gone viral on YouTube]), June chose to spend the summer with her liberal, open-minded, non-judgmental aunt. Aunt Rose was her mother's younger sister, a free spirit, the opposite of her conservative sibling. She kept a large swimming pool in her backyard, let guests swim in it frequently (no kids however, Rose was just as cautious as Carey) and sunbathe. Aunt Rose, to accommodate the guests, had an extra shower and sauna built in the backyard. June wanted a swim, sunbath, and shower before heading into the city for some clubbing. The coed was almost finished with the shower part. Warm water ran down her slim, toned body. June had no regrets. Her body was hot; good diet and good genes. She'd been completely sober at the contest. It was more a challenge to herself that, after an adolescence of insecurity, she was completely comfortable with her body. "Mom and Dad would never understand." A pudgy, frumpy teen and invisible in junior high and high school, June blossomed into the kind of beautiful, curvy young woman found in Playboy (who incidentally came calling after the contest went viral. The College Girl issue was due next month and she was on the cover. "Wonder what Mom and Dad are going to say to that?" she smirked.). The wet t-shirt was meant to introduce the new June. A brown-haired, slender, curvy c-cupped, good assed June. No more the frumpy, dumpy teenager. Now she was the hot chick, liberated, like her aunt. June was smart enough to know the viral popularity of the video meant the men in the clubs were like as not to be familiar with her image; she didn't care. "I can handle it and them." Thoughts of possible future boyfriends were not on her mind at the moment. "What's she doing here, naked?" Carey Berenson visited Aunt Rose often; typically to shoot the shit, help with a project, or use the pool (not so often, as she had one of her own). June liked Carey. She was attractive, a bit earthy, and gave good advice on men (experience from her "Unreliable shit," of an ex-husband). June never saw Carey naked, though. Carey blocked the door to the shower. "Is she wearing sunscreen?" June asked. It explained her slick, shiny appearance. Carey looked flushed; skin gleaming pink and ceramic. A light, subtle tan, with just the tiniest hint of orange, complimented her pink skin tone. "Good Grief! She looks like a peach!" a stunned June thought. "A pink, human peach!" Mrs. Berenson gazed at June with unsettling intensity. She breathed heavily, hissing through gritted teeth. Her eyes were wide, red-tinted, and hungry. It was the look of a porn star, a woman ready to fuck. "Omigod! She's horny!" June realized. Discomfort edged into fear. The shower suddenly seemed far too small. June was open-minded but she never swung that way, not even as an experiment. It didn't help to see Mrs. Berenson's pussy, wet and clit-swollen, dripping cum. "M-M-Mrs. Berenson..." June began, not knowing her next words. Whether to demand her departure or ask her health, it didn't matter. Carey erupted a lusty growl and rushed forward, grasping June by the shoulders before the young woman could react. The young coed was knocked against the blue turquoise tiles, stunned. "Ugh!" cried June, startled, with the wind knocked out. "Mrs. Berenson!" she cried. "Want....fuck," Carey gasped and planted her lips on June's shocked open mouth. "Mmmp! ....Et op ee!" the coed shouted, muffled. When she felt Carey's tongue in her mouth indignation became frenzied anger. "!....Et op ee oo esthbo!" she tried to shout but, once again, was muffled as she pounded her fists against the assaulter. ("God! What's happened to her! She's gone nuts!" June thought frantically.) Instead Carey pressed closer, wrapping her hands behind June's neck and plumbing her tongue further into the coed's mouth. She ground her belly against June's and twined her legs with the young coed. The entanglement prevented June from forcing Carey back by kneeing her in the groin. Instead her leg brushed against Carey's thigh, wet skin rubbing against oily silkiness. June continued to pound futilely against the taller Carey, who outweighed the coed by thirty pounds. Carey used her weight to press her body further into the younger woman. Her breasts mashed and rubbed against the coed's melons. Her slick skin, from belly to pelvis, glided across her opposite. "Mmmm!" June cried, outraged. Though outraged, June felt some amazement. Pounding Carey's skin was like hitting silk. "She's so....slick! What's this stuff on her?!" The cascading shower water beaded and slid off the milf like frost from a warm window. Carey's grip was like iron. "Oh God! She's too strong! Why is she doing this?!" In the past, Carey and June complimented each other on their looks, but only as one friend to another. Neither woman felt any sexual attraction towards the other but Carey no longer had a mind. The oil worm virus had eaten away all her reasoning faculties, stripped her moral center, and reduced her intelligence to one basic primal instinct: to fuck...and fuck...and fuck. June was hopelessly locked with the milf; her former friend turned rapist. She was fully conscious of Carey's slick skin, tits, and nipples sliding, grinding against her aureoles. Carey's navel rubbed around June's belly, bumping occasionally against her button. The milf's pelvis slid against the coed; their bald pussies brushed together. Carey was wet. Her cum trickled down her legs and June's. June herself felt moist. "Oh no! I can't be getting wet! I'm not like that!" But her frantic pounding softened and her tongue locked into a wrestling match with Carey's. The milf's saliva mingled with the coed's. June tasted peach and....something else. "What did she drink? She tastes....nice. Omigod! Did I just think....that?!" Carey's body was warm, slick. June's fists uncurled into slaps. The slaps, unnoticed by June, were slowly evolving into strokes. June, in spite of herself, felt her panic and outrage ebb away. Her mind slowed, overtaken by a creeping lethargy. At the same time lustful desire bloomed inside her dulling brain. "What's....going on?!" she thought. "I can't....be getting....turned on.....I'm not.....like....that!....I'm not!...." Carey's oil-slick hands stroked the back of June's neck. They skated between the shoulder blades and through the valley of her spine. Silk-smooth fingers played a song over the rippling bone and muscle, to the tip where her back dented into the ass crack. Carey withdrew her tongue. "Uuuunnngh!" June moaned, eyes closed, swallowing the milf's peach-tainted juice. Her skin flushed, taking on a rosy pink tint. Her mind slowed but her libido quickened. Showering water, which had flowed off her skin as a stream, beaded and sloughed off its now oily surface. Carey's lips kissed down June's body. The milf stopped at the coed's rippling throat. June tasted peach; her throat worked Carey's juice down to her stomach. The virus raged through the coed's body, reordering her brain, rewriting her DNA. Carey sucked at June's skin, tasting the fruity sweat pouring from the coed's pores. "Uuuunnngh!" June moaned a second time. She put her hands in Carey's short blonde hair and stroked as the milf inched down her chest. Carey's lips came to the coed's nipple. She pursed her lips around the pink aureole and nipped and sucked. June's breasts, hair trigger sensitive as an effect of the worm virus, sent an orgasm through the coed's body. Warm, peach-flavored cum splattered Carey's torso. The orgasm traveled to June's brain, eradicating the last traces of higher thought, replacing them with pure libido. June opened her red-tinted eyes and growled lustily. She pulled Carey's head deeper into her breast. Carey's tongue licked across the aureole. Her teeth nipped the coed's swollen tit. The milf pulled back, growled and buried her head between June's boobs. She inched and slithered her way down the coed's slick body, kissing and licking the oily skin. She paused at June's quivering belly. Carey sucked and licked the navel for several minutes. "Ohhhuuunnngh!" the coed moaned loudly. She ran her fingers through Carey's wet, golden hair. Peach cum splattered the milf's chest. After sucking the coed's belly for several more minutes, Carey went for the candy. The milf slithered down to June's bald pussy. The coed's swollen vulva dripped sweet cum. Carey burrowed in, slurping the peach-flavored syrup, tongue slipping, sliding, in and out, over the coed's plumped clit. June's pelvis spasmed; her flower erupted nectar, gulped down by the milf. Carey's hands were on the coed's firm buttocks, clutching and massaging the round muscles. The nurse's oiled fingers plumbed the coed's bunghole. She drew June closer and plumbed deeper with her tongue. June helped by pushing the milf's head deeper into her crotch. The well-toned muscles of both women stood tense and defined within their shiny, slick bodies. They moved and rippled beneath the smooth and oily surface of their skin. The women quaked in orgasm; both moaned, grunted, and growled. Even in her altered state, June could no longer stand, weakened by constant orgasm. Her mind-dulled body desired candy of its own. She grasped Carey's shoulders and pushed back. The milf's face came away from the coed's crotch. They gazed at each other, red-tinted eyes hot and smoldering. Unspoken communication, created by alien virus and sexual instinct, flashed between them. Carey drew back from her kneeled position and lay expectantly, legs spread, waiting. June came forward, turned and kneeled, placing her snatch before Carey's face. She planted her mouth on Carey's flower, grabbed the milf's legs, and slurped and licked. Carey wrapped her arms around the coed's thighs, planted her lips against June's wet petal, and slurped in return. Shower water beaded and slid off the women's' bodies. Oil and cum-slick skin moved together, non-frictioning, as the women drank each others' honey. They moaned and grunted, faint ululations and gasps, wordless, no longer able to articulate sentences. Occasionally, the two women came up for air, one or the other gasping out faint one word bursts, more instinct than reason. "Fuck." "Want." "Not." "Like." The sixty-nine eventually reconfigured into a scissors. The women slithered over each other and rejoined between spread legs, grasping hands. They lay on the wet floor, legs wrapped around each others' bodies, grinding their pussies together. Thick vulvas kissed, swollen clits slid together, and cunt syrup mingled. Muscles within the lubed women's legs, asses, pelvises, and bellies, flexed and rippled beneath the skin. "Uuuurrrrgh! Uuuunnnngh! Uuuuugh!" milf and coed grunted, cumming and moaning in unison. Simultaneous orgasms convulsed their bodies. Their skin rippled like warm jelly; soft, peach-scented breath hissed through their clenched teeth. Eventually, even with the oil worm virus raging uncontrollable lust through their bodies, the women had to rest, however brief the valley. Carey and June lay on the wet floor, gasping, grunting, quaking from post-coitus. The women's higher reasoning was gone, eaten away and replaced by animal instinct and burning lust. June's mind occasionally flashed random one word thoughts, bits and pieces from her former life. "....Not....like...." she grunted, softly. Another bit surfaced in her virus-changed brain, "Co...dy....cock...." She raised her head and gazed at the milf on the end, opposite. Carey gasped quietly, "Want....fuck..." staring back. Comprehension was non-existent; unspoken messages, powered by instinct, virus, and lust influenced the women's actions. ".....Co....dy.....cock...." grunted the coed. ".....Want....fuck...." replied the milf. The two women detached and stood. The afternoon was late, warm, and sunny. Two women staggered out of a backyard shower, naked, slick, and wet. Their peach-tinted skin gleamed in the summer sun. ".....Want....fuck...." one gasped. "....Co....dy....cock...." the other grunted. Red-tinted eyes unfocused, driven completely by instinct and lust, the milf and the coed staggered out of the yard, towards the house across the street. To Be Continued... Lubed 02: Attack of the Lubies Pt. 02 Part Two: Cody Cock (Thanks to Jen Lit Girl for the edit.) Young Cody Hall, unaware of the events across the street, was taking a shower. He'd gotten home from his summer job at Fat Jack's Pork Palace, sweaty and grease-stained after a particularly grueling day. The manager behaved shittier than usual and the daily quota of obnoxious, entitled customers exceeded its limit. Cody needed a good shower and a good fuck. Unfortunately, in Cody's case, fucking was a solitary activity. It wasn't that Cody was unattractive. The first impression most girls had of him was "geek". Upon closer inspection, the girls saw a boy who was actually kind of cute. His nose, maybe, was just a little too large and his mouth, perhaps, a tad wide but his face, overall, was symmetric. He had these startlingly deep blue eyes and an unruly mop of slightly curly dark brown hair. A smattering of freckles across his nose contributed to a youthful appearance. His body type was slender, not exactly athletic but not bone thin either. He didn't measure up against the pumped up jocks but certainly he wasn't average. Other than freckles, his skin was clear and relatively hairless, in part genetic and partly because he shaved most of it off during a brief stint on the swim team. The few girls not spoken for by the football team were taken in by his wide, goofy smile He had a squeaky high voice people compared to Michael J. Fox. The girls dated him for a couple of seconds, and he managed to score a few, but an undeserved reputation put most prospects off. Everyone thought Cody was a peeper. Cody acquired the rep at fourteen. Jill Scott accused him of peeping on her in the girl's restroom. Actually Cody had gotten vinegar splashed in his eyes in chem class, rushed to the nearest restroom to wash it out, and didn't realize until too late that he'd gone through the wrong door. Jill was a chronic liar, a mean girl, and didn't like him, and relished the idea of trashing a geek's reputation. A little exaggeration, gossip, and social networking turned Cody from geek to creep. It didn't help that Cody had an unfortunate habit of constantly being in the wrong places at the wrong times...or right places at wrong times...or wrong places at right times, pending on perspective. So he just happened to be looking in Mrs. Berenson's window when she walked through the kitchen naked. It wasn't his fault she forgot to close the drapes or hired him to mow the back yard. It was just a quick glance, and she saw him before he looked away, but the damage was done. No more mowing Mrs. Berenson's lawn after that. The memory of her big tits kept him up most nights. And then there was the time he was up on the roof, replacing some tiles at his Dad's orders. He could see the entire neighborhood from there, including Mrs. Morris in her backyard sunbathing...nude...with Mrs. Porter, his English teacher. He knew Mrs. Porter was hot, he knew Mrs. Morris was hot. Now he knew just how hot. When Mrs. Porter reached for some suntan lotion, she glanced upward and saw him. He nearly fell off the roof. Things got weird after that in school. Sometimes he caught Mrs. Porter looking at him funny. Some of the girls started whispering behind his back. A few of the families stopped hiring him to mow their lawns. Officers Burke and Hayes, who patrolled the neighborhood, stopped him once to give him a warning. Overall the past four years were a strange adventure for Cody. "Boy, I'm glad school's over," Cody thought as he washed his hair. School didn't give him much to miss. Sure he'd miss some of the girls, at least the few who didn't believe that bitch Jill, and some of his friends but, really, he felt like that girl in "Easy A". He was looking forward to the end of summer, then it was off to Chicago to spend his gap year with his mother; after that, Yale. It would be good to get away from the neighborhood. Not to say he wouldn't miss some of the ladies. Mrs. Berenson with her big tits and large aureolas, "Plus that ass." Mrs. Porter and Mrs. Morris, bodies gleaming with suntan oil, shiny from tits to bald pussies, light tan skin glowing in the sun. Mrs. Morris had a niece visiting, June Wallace? Wapner? Walker. God! She was hot! Tall and slender, c-cup breasts... "Man!" Cody looked down at his unsurprising erection. "I better take care of it." A little shampoo for lubricant helped. Stroking was easy because his crotch was still free of pubic hair. He'd shaved his pubes during his brief swim stint because they chaffed against the swimsuit. Two pleasant side effects were a bigger looking cock and greater sensitivity. Currently the fantasy girl stroking it was June Walker. "Man what I wouldn't give...," he thought as fantasy June stroked him up. His cock spasmed and a stream of white cream splattered the tiles. Cody rinsed off and turned off the shower. Reaching for the towel, he stopped and thought, "Why not? Dad's gone for the week and it's not like anyone's going to visit." Air drying wasn't something Cody did often but he saw nothing wrong with private nudity. He headed for the kitchen to pop a Marie Callendar in the microwave. As he passed through the living room something caught his eye, a discrepancy, innocuous at first but then, as the implication struck him, chilling; the front door was open. Cody tended to leave the door unlocked, much to his Dad's annoyance. It wasn't that the neighborhood was crime free, just Cody didn't give home safety much thought, at least during the day when he was at home. "I'm strong enough to handle trouble," he figured. The neighborhood was relatively safe. There hadn't been a burglary in five years, the cops were good, and the serious crimes were in the city. Complacency was part of the neighborhood's character. Still, if someone walked in, Cody would expect the visitor to announce his presence first, or if his father came home early, he would have closed the door and Cody would right now be listening to another reprimand. But the door was open, nobody rang, and Dad wasn't here. So that meant someone else was in the house....and Cody was naked, wet, and unarmed. Common sense told Cody to leave the house immediately. "Don't go chasin' after Jason," Cody thought, glancing around nervously. But that would mean running out stark naked, trying to get help. "I can see how that will look. 'Hey Mrs. Morris, there's a burglar/pyscho-killer/boy rapist in my house. Oh! And don't mind the fact I'm stark naked and the designated neighborhood pervert.'" Staying in the house, however, wasn't an option. "I need my clothes." Cody went to the kitchen and found a cutting knife. "Okay Cody. You're going to go to your room, get some shorts, hopefully the cell phone, get the fuck out, and call 911. Please God, don't let him have a gun." He crept down the hall, holding the knife in front. The slight wavering of the blade betrayed his fear. "Damn! I should have locked the door. Dad was right." Furthermore, his bedroom was at the end of the hall, past his Dad's bedroom and the bathroom. "On second thought, maybe I should go to the bathroom and just grab something from the hamper." A sound from his Dad's room froze him. It was a soft sound, a hush of air like a summer breeze, a sigh. A low moan, husky and alto, followed. "What?!" Cody asked. Earlier, he'd passed his Dad's room on the way to the kitchen but hadn't noticed the slightly ajar door. "That means they were in Dad's room while I was in the shower," he realized, shuddering. Three options presented themselves. "I could still run, screw what everyone will say, I can't stay here with burglars or killers who probably have guns or knives or something." The second option, "Still, if I'm quiet, maybe I can grab my shorts and get out." The third option, "Should I get a look at them first? Why are they in Dad's room? He keeps the safe and TV in the den, and what are they doing? It doesn't sound like burglars ransacking. If I didn't know better, I'd swear it sounds like, well, fucking. And what's that smell? It smells like...peaches." Cody stood in the hall, conflicted. Curiosity warred with common sense. Every time he inched towards the bathroom, the sounds from the bedroom brought him back. Faint moans, gasps, sighs, and soft grunts drifted through the door. Light, rhythmic creaks of the bed springs stirred his suspicions further. "That definitely sounds like fucking," he thought. "Why would people break into the house just to fuck on Dad's bed? Are they perverts?" Cody's sexual experience was limited but he knew enough to recognize the sounds. Common sense warned him once again to leave. If these guys were pervs then a naked teenage boy would be right up their alley. Cody was turning towards the living room, preparing to run, when two words, whispered froze him in place. It wasn't the words "Fuck," and "Cock," so much as the tone. One was a soft husky alto, the other slightly higher but Cody knew what the sounds meant. "Women?! The pervs are women?!" Two women fucking in his Dad's room? "I have to see," he thought. "Just a peek. Something to tell the cops." Cody padded to the door, still holding the knife. "They might be dangerous." The closer he came, the stronger the odor of peaches. Cody was surprised to feel stirrings in his groin. The peach perfume seemed to cause a response Cody found sensual. "They're wearing some perfume. It must be powerful to drift this far into the hall." The voices became more distinct and familiar. "I've heard them before. Do I know them? Burglars from the neighborhood?" Cody was at the door, "Deep breath Cody." He raised the knife and peered in....and dropped both knife and lower jaw in utter, stunned shock, "Mrs. Berenson?! June Walker?!" They were on the bed, legs entwined, arms wrapped around each other, hands sliding over their oil-slick bodies. Their mouths were locked together; soft, plush lips kissed with pink tongues flickering between them. The lovers' fingers danced over the curves of their asses, sometimes plunging between the moons to plumb their bungholes, other times into their wet, pink flowers. The women were shiny-wet with oil, sweat, and cum. Their skin blushed rose with just the faintest hint of orange-tinted tan. No other sound than faint gasps, moans, and sighs issued from the two women. Occasionally a random word, "Fuck," "Cock," "Want," Like," gasped forth like a soft grunt. The vision, so beyond Cody's imagination, cast doubt on its own reality. Two of the hottest women in the neighborhood, on his Father's bed, enacting his wildest shower fantasies? "I'm dreaming," Cody thought, gaping. "This is too fucking cool to be real." He stood there, jaw dropped, watching the intense lesbian fantasy before him. The sound of the knife hitting the carpet went unheard. He was unaware of his steel hard erection pointing outward, straining towards the lovers. The atmosphere of the bedroom was fetid, overwhelming with the smell of peach. Maybe it was the sound of the knife, or the primal instinct of predators sensing fresh meat, but the women stopped fucking, untangled, and turned their heads, with an unsettling synchronicity disturbing to the eighteen-year-old. "Horny lesbian Stepford wives," came to Cody's mind. The women's intensely hungry gaze sent a chill through his spine. His rock hard erection softened slightly under a wave of uncertainty and, for a moment, fear. "Something is wrong with them," he thought. It was their eyes. Instead of Mrs. Berenson's natural green and June's amber brown, both pairs were red-tinged with the barest hint of orange. The color was familiar but Cody couldn't quite capture it, until the scent in the room intensified. "Peach!" he realized. "The skin color, the eyes, they look like human peaches! What happened to them?!" Cody felt like a mouse under the gaze of a pair of cobras. He raised a foot, ostensibly to back out of the room. "I think I better get the fuck out of here, fuck my clothes. Something is just so wrong here." It didn't help matters when Mrs. Berenson opened her mouth seductively, licked her lips, and uttered a low growl. Cody hesitated, trapped between flight and fuck. Mrs. Berenson looked hungry. She also looked horny, like a porn star, wet and ready to fuck. Then June breathed a faint whisper, "Co....dy....cock." "What?! Cody cock?! What?!" "Want....to....fuck," Mrs. Berenson grunted. "Want to fuck?! 'Gulp!' M-M-Mrs. Berenson?! Are you asking me to....? This isn't happening! This is too fucking cool to happen!" Cody only considered himself lucky to score a few dates with a classmate or two. Never in his wildest dreams would a hot milf like Carey Berenson or an equally hot coed like June Walker look his way. Certainly not both at once; certainly not hot, wet, and naked on his father's bed, crawling toward him like a pair of panthers. Every ounce of Cody's common sense screamed at him to get out. The women's flushed skin, and strange-colored eyes, were proof enough of danger. Unfortunately, while common sense pulled him in one direction, his penis pulled him in another and, as with many randy eighteen-year-olds, common sense was oft the loser in the battle against opportunity. Cody's feet, instead of taking him to safety, took him instead toward the two horny women, sealing his fate. The fetid peach-scented atmosphere thickened the closer he came to the bed. The women were at the edge, growling, cooing, and beckoning like nymphs from a Waterhouse painting. "This is so fucking cool," Cody thought. He half expected to wake at any moment, hoping at the same time it was not some cruel dream. The warm hands that took his arms in vise-like grips, that stroked his thighs, his legs, his sex; that drew him into a tangle of hot, slick, peach-scented flesh, those hands were very, very real. "Wow! This is so fucking....cool!" Cody gasped. The slick feel of women flesh against his skin aroused Cody to levels shaming every fuck that came before. He was sandwiched between two wet dreams. The women's legs and his own were twined together. Breasts and tits glided across his chest and back. Hairless pussies rubbed his thighs. Hands massaged his body from neck to groin. Two lips kissed his chest, two mouths sucked his nipples, two tongues licked his skin. "Mmmmmuuuuunnngh!" Cody moaned. He watched his muscles tense and flex, he watched his skin turn slick with sweat and oil. The coed and the milf stroked his cock, already lubed with pre-cum. Oil mixed with the dew beading from his pee hole. "Co...dy....cock..." June gasped. "Cool," Cody gasped back. Mrs. Berenson's face hovered close, red-tinted eyes incandescent. "Fuck," she whispered. "Fuck, yeah," Cody grinned. His smiling lips were smothered by Carey's mouth. Her tongue slithered between his teeth and peach juice mingled with teenage saliva. "Mmmmm," Cody groaned. He slid his arm down the milf's back and ran his fingers along her spine. Carey shuddered and Cody felt warm liquid splash along his thigh. "Did she just cum on me?" Cody played his fingers further, delving between the crack of her ass and then down and into her cunt, bringing more shudders and more cum. "Wow! She did! Mrs. Berenson is ....hair-trigger. The guys will....cream when I tell them!....Cool!" Carey gasped, "Fuck!" and plunged her tongue deeper into Cody's mouth. "Uuuunnngh!" Cody groaned again. He swallowed her tongue, her taste, and her virus. June, meanwhile, slithered down to Cody's groin. She enveloped his slick penis with her soft lips. Her warm, wet tongue glided down his shaft and licked the dew from his glans. The coed bobbed her head, moving her soft lips up and down, slicking his cock further with oil. Cody's state was complete nirvana. "I'm....making out....with....Mrs. Berenson....and June....Walker....is....sucking....my....cock....fucking....cool!" He spared not a thought to the increasing sluggishness of his mind. His only thought, growing to consume all others, was indulging in this ultimate fantasy fuck. "A....milf....and....a....co...ed....fu....cking.....cool!..." Fucking soon became all Cody could think about. The milf and the coed covered most of Cody's body. His skin, already damp from the shower, soon glowed with sweat, cum, and a new kind of body fluid. A pink flush, slightly tan and brushed with orange, colored his flesh. His deep blue eyes reddened and became tinged with orange. Cody's lubification was complete. The oil worm virus had another trick, not made apparent with female victims. Cody's balls, formerly pink and fleshy walnuts, plumped to round plums, red and tan-orange. His cock lengthened and thickened into porn actor proportions. The blue pulsing veins turned red and new branches dented the thin skin. They spread and grew vine-like, up his shaft and down through his balls. The glans assumed a dark pink choler, shiny and almost lacquered, with a yellowish-orange syrup beading from the cock hole. June grunted and bore down upon the sherbet-colored flesh. She licked and slathered her tongue over the sensitive skin. Shock waves radiated from Cody's cock. His eyes widened as the waves traveled from his groin and out to his limbs. Cody's stomach muscles tensed, his penis pumped. He groaned into Carey's mouth and came into June's. Peach-flavored cream blasted down the coed's throat. As the orgasm faded so did the last of Cody's reason. June gulped down as much of Cody as she could. The virus had given her much greater stamina, sexually, but even she could only drink so much before choking. Survival instinct was one of the few faculties left to her virus-altered brain. She took her mouth from his cock. Peach cream cum jizzed all over her face. Her neck, chest, and tits were showered in melba seconds later. Body fluids soaked Cody's crotch. Cum, sweat, and oil mingled together on the increasingly soaked bed. June licked her lips, purring like a cat. She ran her hand along Carey's thigh. The three lovers shifted positions. The milf ceased her kisses and withdrew her tongue. Cody moaned yearningly as Carey's sweet tongue glided over his own. He gulped the last of her juice and lay back. A random thought erupted from the depths of his virus-smothered brain, "Fuuu.....cking....cool!" A slow lubified mantra joined by his fellow travelers. "Co...dy....cock!" gasped one. "Want....fuck," grunted the other. The coed and the milf positioned themselves over Cody's body. June astride Cody's groin, Carey over his face. Cody's cum ran down the coed's body to drip upon his cock. It pooled in his groin, mingling with the nectar from June's flower. Carey's dripping wet snatch hovered over Cody's mouth. The geek's red-stained eyes gazed in anticipation. As she lowered it closer, Cody's tongue snaked out from his wide mouth. It touched her candy-colored clit and Cody was rewarded with a face full of syrup. "Fuuu....cking.....coool!" he slurred. The milf placed her hands on Cody's cheeks and shoved his face deep into her cunt. Cody delved deep with his tongue, licking, slurping, and gulping with a ferocity shocking in his former life. Carey, head tilted back, eyes rolled to the whites, moaned, "Fuuuuuck!" Her toned, curvy body ground into Cody's face. Her moon-shaped glutes rubbed across his chest. Cody wrapped his arm around the milf's thighs for greater leverage. His eyes rolled ecstatically as he slurped through Carey's crevasse. "Mmmmm," he gurgled through cum-covered lips. At the same time, June impaled herself on Cody's cock. The thick worm-like shaft slowly disappeared within the coed's pussy. June gritted her teeth and growled. Cody's newly enhanced penis was a tight fit and, despite her lubrication, she couldn't ignore the strain on her pussy. Cream-colored cum squeegeed down Cody's pole. A Cody cock-sized bulge traveled up June's pelvis, disappearing as it blended into her torso. Lubed 02: Attack of the Lubies Pt. 02 June's moist tunnel spasmed as the cock wormed through it. The thin cunt walls and thin cock skin slid against each other, causing reaction from both. Cum from the coed and cream from the geek flooded the passage. "Arrrrgh!" June growled. Drops of spit hissed through her teeth. Her belly rolled pneumatically. Cody gurgled into Carey's pussy. A bubble of cum briefly escaped the seal between his mouth and her cunt before popping. The coed's gyrating muscles worked Cody's seed and cock deeper inside. His glans popped through her cervix. Mutant peach-flavored cum poured into June's hungry womb. The filling sensation translated almost immediately into crushing orgasms for the coed. "Ugh!" she grunted and pumped up and down on Cody's shaft. She wrapped her arms around Carey, brought her hands to the milf's tit-swollen D-cups, and kneaded them like bread, massaging the tit flesh with her fingers. She smooshed her cum-coated breasts to Carey's back, placed her mouth on the milf's neck, and began to lick and suck the oily flesh. The next hour was a flesh feast of peaches and cum. Muscles flexed on gyrating bodies and oily skin moved as liquid. Cody thrust into June. June milked Cody and ground her breasts into Carey while pumping the milf's boobs. Carey ground her pussy into Cody's mouth. Cody sucked Carey's swollen clit. He thrust his tongue into her tunnel and gulped down the cum. Fucking sounds dominated the room. The "Ssshhhluurrp!" of tongues slithering in and out of warm, moist openings; the "Smack!" of flesh thrusting against flesh, groin to groin, breasts to back, lips to clit, face to pussy; the "Crrreeaak!" of the bed, straining to accommodate three lovers performing acts its owner had little imagination to contemplate, much less the stamina to accomplish them. Finally, the moans, grunts, and gasps of three former people, indulging in acts that, in their former lives, were unthinkable, barely possible, or wild fantasy, now united by carnal instincts forced upon them by an alien virus. The writhing lovers were as one monster, gleaming wet with exertion, worm oil, and cum; reconfiguring every few moments with synchronized carnal choreography. Carey on June, licked the cum from the coed's skin while Cody drilled the milf's pussy from behind. June sandwiched between Cody and Carey, sixty-nining Cody while the milf and the geek took turns eating her out. Cody slurping his cum from June's pussy while the coed did the same to Carey. All positions were assumed, all acts were performed. Climaxes and cum erupted in combinations of one, two, and all three. Eventually, even with virus enhanced stamina, the three lovers had to rest, gasping, with bellies and wombs full of cum. No sound drifted through the room other than faint gasps and sighs punctuated with "Fuck," Co....dy....cock," and "Fuuu....cking....coool." Minutes drifted by, bodies untangled. The milf and the coed rose out of the bed, stood for a moment, cum sloughing off their velcro-slick, shiny, oily bodies, and staggered out, leaving a fading trail of "Want....fuck...." and "Co....dy....cock..." behind them. Cody lay on his side in the soaked bed, unblinking, not noticing the women's departure. He turned on his back and stared at the ceiling, a vapid smile on his face. His body was wet, hot, and flushed, with a big, wet erection spearing from his groin. "Fuuu....cking....cool," he whispered. A raging fever rampaged through his body. A sexual heat that, as with June and Carey, would never end, only spread. Obeying the virus-imposed carnal imperative, Cody left the bed and his father's room. It was early evening. The sun was low in the sky, casting a rosy glow over the neighborhood. A young man staggered out of the house, a grin on his face, cock swollen with lust, body wet, pink....and peach. "Fuuu....cking....cool...." he gasped and staggered down the street, towards the house at the end. To Be Continued... Lubed Ass Comments will be appreciated: **** I was balls-deep inside her cunny fucking her doggystyle. Her pussy held on tight to my hard cock as I shoved it repeatedly inside her from behind. Her pink cunt lips opened like flower petals to accept my pole. Her 5 ft. body shook helplessly when I drove my shaft in her. It was amazing how such a slightly built female frame could take my 9 inc. long and 4 inc. wide boner. But she kept backing and grinding her tiny pussy to my thick cock. She groaned out her pleasure every time I plunged her insides. The view was great watching my my pole prodding her hungry dripping pussy. She was showing signs of cumming so I increased my tempo leading her to giggling moans. She groaned as I thrusted inside her warm and damp cunt furiously. She used her cunt walls to tighten her hold every time I plunged inside her wet cunny at that maddening speed. She knew how to use her vaginal wall to clamp on my thick dick. She knew how to use her body to keep up with my 6 feet 4 inches tall figure as I drew in and out a couple of times a second. What she didn't know is that I planned to fuck her ass tonight. I want to introduce her to pain and pleasures of backdoor sex. She was an ass virgin, she admitted to me, a few months ago. I've been experiencing wet dreams of the moment my long shaft would pierce her anus for the first time since I got into her pants. I widened her as cheeks to lustful look at the tantalizing view of her pink creased anus. Unable to resist he rubbed his finger on the creased anus. She moaned. I knew, I hadn't planned on cumming in her wet slit. I want to unload my load deep inside her bowels. I licked my finger and pushed inside her puckered ass. She stiffened at the uncomfotable feeling of having her poophole invaded. I paused giving her time to get used to my finger while I fucked her tight dripping pussy hard and fast with my hard cock. She moaned loudly and relaxed a bit. I pushed the remaining inch of my finger in her ass and started pumping. I used her love juice to lube a second finger and pushed it too in her ass. She was so damn tight I couldn't wait to push my cock in her sweet butthole. I started pushing those two digits in and out as I fucked her holes simulteneously. She squealed meekly allowing me to play with her holes. Recognizing signs of her climax, I picked the pace and fucked her furiously heighting her impending release. 'I'm cuummminng,' she shouted her pleasure as she came around my still hard cock with my fingers stretching her ass. I took it as a sign to embark on her asshole. I pulled my fingers out and held her ass cheeks on either sides. I pulled my hard-on out of her dripping tight cunt and positined it on the entrance of her back door. She was still delirious on the cumming high heavens that she didn't realize my intention. I was sleek with her love juice I needed no lube. I pushed my cock and the head went right in. Her untried anus was so fucking tight I couldn't wait to sink my pole even deeper. Finally realizing what I intended she lifted her head from the pillow, 'Nooo,' she cried. I ignored her and pushed deeper stretching her bumhole. My hands held a strong grip on her hips she barely moved from my grip. She stiffened in discomfort. 'Relax.' I urged. 'I wont hurt you. I promise.' She relaxed and I pushed all my thick length to hilt. 'Ooooooh,'She cried in pain. I gave her a moment to adjust to my pole in her ass before I started moving slowly. Her body relaxed arching her body sensually. I grabbed her ample c-cup tits and played with her pointy nipples. Her cries of pain turned into grunts of pleasure. I had her back on my chest while I bit her neck to brand her with my mark. She responded by backing on my had pole every time I withdrew. My ball kept slapping her cheeks whenever I pushed in. In no time I was pounding her ass like there was no tomorrow. In and out... In and out... I fucked her ass. A sound of pleasure came from deep in her throat as I fucked her ass harder. I was delirious with lust thrusting in and out of her butthole like a crazed animal. I was done playing a gentle lover. I started playing with her clit maximizing her pleasure. I thrusted in and out, in and out over and over... I sensed her enthusiams as I pumped her hole away like a madman. Right then I had one hand fisting her damp cunt while the other pulled hard at her nipples. Suddenly she convulsed shouting her second climax her ass gripping hard my erection as she came apart in my arms. Her cum dripped the mattress while I continued boning her raw ass for another minute or two until I couldn't take it anylonger. Cum boiled in my balls as I ripped her butthole in blurring movements. Then I grunted as I painted her rectum with my cum. I pinched her clit and she cummed around my fist with my limb organ inside her anus.I hadn't cum that hard in my entire life. That was the start of our new sex-life.