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Infection Ch. 01

By: dweaver999



Chapter One

Patient Zero

The whole thing was incredibly unlikely on a case by case basis. It is almost impossible for any given meteoroid to actually enter a planet's atmosphere. The vast majority of those will burn up in that atmosphere, never reaching the ground. So, the events that were precipitated by the Humbol meteor strike are totally far fetched. On the other hand, there are so many meteoroids in the galaxy that, from another perspective, the Humbol incident was inevitable. Regardless, the meteorite that struck near Humbol Arizona was unprecedented in its effects.

Jarod Michaels was a geek. The picture in the dictionary picture next to geek has his picture. Button down shirt, pocket protector, horn rimmed glasses, scientific calculator. Stereotypes are not something you should rely on, but there are enough people that fit any stereotype. Jarod was one such person. He had three computers, the laptop the only one he did not build himself. And he had no clue about women. I told you, he's a stereotype.

Jarod Michaels saw a bright streak flash across the sky, appearing to impact a mile or two north of town. Jarod had never found a meteorite before and was excited about the prospect of getting this one. He quickly put together a makeshift kit to recover it. Hopping into his VW, he drove out to where he thought the rock had landed. The hole was almost five feet deep, forming a trough eight feet long. Heat was still radiating from the impact site, heated by the meteorite that had been at several thousand degrees.

Jarod, having a very scientific mind, took pictures, measured the trough, took temperature readings and measured the angle that the rock had impacted the ground. It took an hour for the trough to cool enough for him to reach the meteorite. Like a scientist, he did not just hop down and pick it up, he used a long pair of tongs to grab it and put it in an aluminum box. The find was small, only seven inches across and weighed five pounds.

Jarod took the rock back to his house. It was still too warm to examine, so he logged his find on the national meteorite database via the internet, watched some CSI reruns on Spike TV and went to bed. In the morning, he went to work at the Blockbuster in Humbol. Entering the not yet open store at 10, he called out to the other employee there. "Hi Marie. How was your night?"

Marie Foster sighed, knowing she was about to engage in another exercise in futility. "Hi, Jarod. Last night was really lonely. I could have used some company."

"You should get a cat. I saw a sign at the Grange that they were giving away free kittens."

SLAM! Marie dropped the DVDs she was entering in as returned on the counter, her frustration showing. "Good grief! Do I have to ask him to fuck me in those exact words," she asked herself. "I've been trying to get him to notice me for months and he is so oblivious. I get more attention from my vibrator!"

Marie barely said a thing to Jarod for the rest of the shift. She had always thought that he was brilliant and funny and wanted to date him. She had been hinting for longer than she even knew, having been giving off signals unawares for twice as long as she had been dropping hints. The only person in town who did not know that Marie had the hots for Jarod was Jarod. The guys at Murphy's had a pool on how long it would take him to notice. The soonest date in the pool was 1 year, 3 months and 17 days from now. Most people considered that the equivalent of bidding $1 more than the highest bid on The Price is Right.

Once he got home, he began his investigation on the meteorite. Opening the box, he noticed that the rock was different. There was a green substance on the outside in one spot. Probing it with a exacto knife, he found that the substance was soft, almost plant like. He scraped some off and put it into a glass vial. He assumed that it was some fungal spores that had been picked up when it had plowed into the ground.

He took samples of the rock itself, from both the surface and from inside, using a coring drill. He had no doubt about what he would find. This was clearly a stony meteorite, no where near dense enough to be nickel iron. Needless to say, he was shocked when his drill broke through to a hollow center in the stone. Extracting the core, he saw more green on the inside edge. He scraped off the green and placed it in a second vial.

What Jarod could not see were the spores that he had released, both from the surface scraping and from the inside. The two spore bursts were from two halves of an alien bacterial fungi that had been drifting in space since the destruction of their home planet millions of years ago. Any one of them would have been harmless, but the two combined in his lungs to complete the reproductive cycle of the bacteria. The bacteria found itself in an alien environment, threatened by defenses that did not exist where it had evolved. If not for one thing, it would have died within hours and Jarod's meteorite would have simply been another curiosity sitting on some mantel somewhere.

Finishing his collections, he got online and scheduled time at the environmental research lab where he did computer work in exchange for lab time after hours. He would be able to perform tests on the materials he found night after tomorrow night after work. He had a small asthma attack while he was doing that, and took a hit from his inhaler. Dinner and bed followed.

A war was going on in Jarod's body while he slept. It actually started when the spores first entered his body. His immune system recognized that the bacterial spores were an invader and moved quickly to knock them out. Trapped in an alien environment, the extra terrestrial bacteria was fighting a losing battle. Then, the one thing happened. Jarod's lungs were flooded with albuterol. The asthma medicine induced rapid growth in the bacteria, with the accompanying increase in random mutation. For a while, it was reproducing faster than his immune response could kill it. Like all mutational processes, the vast majority were unsuccessful, dying quickly. But chance produced a mutation that could survive in a human body, invisible to the defenses.

As the night progressed, the bacteria spread throughout the body. The period of rapid growth and mutation passed. There was an impasse in the war. The bacteria survived, but could not spread. Its attempts to form spore growths had been lost in the mutational process. It looked for ways to escape the body. Now don't misunderstand. It was not sentient, but unlike earth bacteria, it was capable of acting as a whole, towards a purpose. At first, it simply did what all life attempted, to spread out. It invaded the various areas of the body where fluids excreted in some way. Its big problem was that it could not survive outside of the body for more than a minute of so. To spread, it would have to find a way to be transmitted to another body directly.

Over the course of the night, Jarod was concerned that he was getting sick. He had to get up several times in the middle of the night for various bodily functions that seemed to go out of control. The bacteria tried to organize itself in his mouth, discovering that he had a tendency to sleep with his mouth open. The constant inhaling of air killed off every bacteria that was there. The same happened with his nose. They successfully settled into his sweat glands, but that would prove to be an unsuccessful means of spreading, since sweat was almost never transmitted directly from body to body, interiorly. The bladder and rectal areas were also busts, for while they were safe havens with exits, the efficiency of modern plumbing wrecking that avenue of spread.

But, the testicals, that was different. Protected from external contamination, once used as intended, the bacteria would be transmitted directly from one body to another. Of course, the bacteria could not know this, but it did not need to. The bacteria provoked excretory responses in Jarod all night. For him, this meant numerous trips to the can for little or no productive activity, and a raging hard on that caused him to masturbate more than once over the night. From that activity, the bacterial colony was able to identify the portions of Jarod's brain that controlled sexual function. The bacteria in those portions found that it could stimulate some of these areas to noticeable effect, while others seemed to be immune. For Jarod, this meant that the bacteria could arouse him and make him horny (not the same thing, by a long shot). This would make for an interesting time at work tomorrow.

Marie had a frustrated night herself. Not because of a bacteria infection from space, but from the unmet desire for a certain geek. She rolled in bed, unable to sleep. Her body was flushed and her mind stuck on Jarod Michaels. Her breasts were sensitive and her pussy was damp. She moaned in her sleep, dreaming of being taken by Jarod in the throes of passion. She woke in the morning with her hand between her legs, covering in her own juice, smelling of sex. She was most definitely not rested.

Marie and Jarod worked the same day shifts at Blockbuster for different reasons. Marie was a gamer. She spent Friday nights and Saturday afternoons with seven other people using dice, paper and small plastic figurines, pretending to be heroes in a fantasy world of dragons, giants and demons. Jarod liked his weekend nights because that was when all the really good shows were on. You know the ones, Stargate SG1, Stargate Atlantis, Battlestar Galactica, The Dresden Files, and the Farscape reruns. So five days a week, Marie would drop a hint that she was interested in Jarod and each day, it would sail over his head, unnoticed. Today would be different.

Jarod woke with his cock hard as a rock, painfully so. He took a cold shower to try to ease the problem. Having relieved himself more than once last night, he was incredibly sore and dreading another go at himself. He also found his mind stuck on an unfamiliar subject for long periods of time, sex. Not that he never thought of sex before, he was a guy after all. But for him, the near constant mania about sex was unusual. He went through his morning routine and arrived at Blockbuster at five after ten.

When he entered the store, he was distracted. His cock was rigid yet again, the cold shower having given him only an hour of relief. His thoughts were obsessing about sex. He registered, barely, that someone was talking to him.

"Hi Jarod," Marie called. "How was your night?"

Jarod looked up and... saw Marie in way he had never seen her before. The five foot eight brunette with wire rim glasses, small perk breasts and an unremarkable figure was the sexiest woman he had ever seen before. All he could do was look at her. At her face, her breasts, her hips, her mouth and hands. She was so incredibly hot. His mouth hung open and his cock, already rock hard crossed over to painfully hard.

Marie watched Jarod, not believing what she was seeing. He was looking at her, really looking at her. There was lust in his eyes, wonderful lust. It wasn't love, but she would take what she could get for now. It took her a moment to notice that he was not moving, almost enraptured. "Jarod, earth to Jarod."

"Uh, Marie, you look so... good."

"Thanks. You're not looking so bad yourself." She had not failed to note the prominent bulge in his pants.

"Thanks. Uh... would you like to... uh... have dinner..."

"Tonight? I'd love to. Right after work?" She was not about to let his being tongue tied be the reason to not have this date.

"Yeah. Tonight. Right."

"We'd better get to work. We don't want to have to stay late."

They worked through the day. Jarod had trouble keeping his mind on what he was doing. He just could not seem to keep his mind and eyes off of Marie. His cock stayed hard the entire day, and he was feeling intense desire to fuck Marie. It took all of his control to not jump her in the store itself. He just knew that dinner was going to be hell.

Marie could not help but notice the attention she was receiving. The usual depression and anger she went through the day with were gone today. She was floating on a cloud all day, anticipating her first date with Jarod. The customers were not blind to the events either. Most had known the pair for years and were amused that the geek and the gamer were finally paying mutual attention to one another. Before they knew it, the shift was over and they went out to Jarod's car. 

"So, Jarod, where are you taking me to dinner?"

"Uh... how about... Franks Diner?"

"Okay, that sounds good."

At dinner, they seemed to not be able to have a conversation. Jarod was totally tongue tied, not able to get his thoughts past how much he wanted to fuck her. He would respond to her questions and comments, but would leave the conversation hanging. Marie, while she was keeping up the one sided banter, had her thoughts on what was to come. She knew the look that Jarod had in his eyes. That was a, "I need to fuck," look. Almost a virgin (that's how SHE thought of it), she was wondering about going to bed with him. She knew he wanted it, and she did too, sort of. But did she want it on the first date? Of course, there might not be another date. This did come out of the blue, after all. By the time dinner was finished, she had not made up her mind yet.

As he started the car and turned towards Blockbuster, he asked, "Would you... ah... like to come... uh... home with me... tonight?"

It almost felt like another person was answering with her voice. "Yes. I'd really like that."

"Cool." He turned back towards his house. "I'd really like... I mean, I want to... Would you like to... ah... uh... "

"Yes, I would." Marie thought his uncertainty was really quite noble and cute. She rested her hand on his leg as he drove. She could feel heat from his crotch, just inches from her hand, along with a trembling in his leg at her touch. His naked desire turned her on. Her own body warmed, flushing a little. Her nipples perked up, poking against her bra, feeling terribly confined. There was a stirring in her pussy, a beginning of a need for filling.

At the house, Jarod, having some basic knowledge of gentlemenship, opened the door for Marie and held her hand as they went to the door. Little pulses of sensation, similar to static, but better, flowed between them. Jarod's desire was building by leaps and bounds. He felt like ripping her clothes off and screwing her on the hood of his car. But he had one thing that all geeks have, an encyclopedic knowledge of the subject of sex. He knew in his head that women need foreplay and tenderness, because everything he read told him that (too bad it didn't tell him how). So he resisted his immediate urges, much the collective dismay of the bacteria, and made an attempt to make love to Marie instead of fucking her.

Inside the door, Jarod kissed Marie, a peck more than a kiss. Marie reached around him, pulling him closer and kissed him back, a real kiss this time. Her tongue slipped out of her mouth and had to lightly pry its way into his. She could feel his cock, hard inside his pants. His arms went around her, holding her loosely, not certain of just what to do. He felt an incredible need to fuck her, a need that as growing in strength. His cock was literally beginning to hurt in its erection. He groaned in pain.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm... it's so... it hurts."

"You have been hard for quite some time. Let's get to the bed."

"You sure? Are you ready?"

"As much as I need to be. Just don't roll over and go to sleep, okay," she said with a smile.

"Deal."

They rushed to Jarod's room, oblivious to the models, books and science fiction knickknacks adorning his walls. Standing next to his bed, they each removed their own clothes. Jarod thought that Marie was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The large nipples on her small breasts were incredibly erotic and very erect. The small tuff of brunette hair around her pussy framed it perfectly. There was a hint of moisture glinting on the lips. He could smell the faint aroma of something he had never encountered before. It was intoxicating, whatever it was.

Marie was breathing hard, hardly able to believe that she was here, naked, with the man she had desired for long. She knew he was no hunk, but he had the qualities she wanted. He was smart, funny, kept himself clean and was kind to everyone he met. That he had a cock that was larger than average was simply a bonus. She knew he would, once he had experienced it, want to learn to be the best at sex. That was just the way he was.

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down on top of her as she fell back on the bed. His cock was hard and hot against her belly, a little bit of fluid leaking out of the tip. She rolled them on to their sides and, with a shifting of her hips, brought his tip against her entrance. Instinct took over and he thrust into her, crying out, a shocked look of ecstasy on his face. It was matched by the expression on hers as she was filled for only the second in her life.

They moved against each other with all the skill of a one year old walking. Jarod was so desperate that he came in about a minute, crying out with relief, shooting a massive amount semen into her, along with an equally massive amount of bacteria. His cock began to soften.

"I'm sorry, Marie. I just couldn't hold off."

"That's okay. We have the rest of the night. We're both new at this."

"What do you want me to do? How can I make you feel good?"

"Lick my breasts."

Jarod licked at her breasts, leaving copious quantities of saliva on them. He assumed from her moans that he was doing something right. Hearing her pleasure made him feel good. He experimented a little, licking and kissing at her cleavage and neck as well as her breasts. Her hands grasped his head, gently hinting at where his mouth felt the best. She was feeling more aroused, flushing even more, her nipples now so erect that they were sore. The tingling in them was spreading towards her pussy, causing it to lubricate even more than it was. Her clit started to poke out from under its hood, the familiar ache starting in it (even an almost virgin knows how to masturbate).

She took one of his hands and guided it down to her pussy, showing his finger where her clit was, whispering, "clit," as she gasped at the touch. He started moving his own hand against it, slipping against her pussy lips in the process. She cried out, arching against his hand. He instinctively pressed back against her mound as he continued to rub it and kiss her breasts. She cried out, "Don't stop. A little more, please."

He kept at it, the increased pressure he was using causing his fingers to slip into and out of her pussy lips on each trip. Marie was feeling shocks of pleasure jolting through her pussy and clit, radiating out through her body like ripples in a pond. It only took another three minutes before Marie tensed up, arching her back and screaming as her orgasm exploded in her. Jarod kept rubbing her pussy and clit, forcing her climax to last even longer. As she came down, she cried in pain, grabbing his hand and pulling it away from her clit.

"Too sensitive afterwards. Hurts too much for a while," she whispered.

"Sorry."

"You didn't know. That was really good. Can I sleep here tonight?"

"You can sleep here any time you want. More later, maybe?"

"I'd like that."

They lay together, unaware that the bacterial infection had now spread to a second victim, spreading through her body, already adapted to survival in the human body. Marie would not feel the effects of the infection for several more hours. By the time that happened, Jarod was hard again and feeling that incredibly strong need to fuck her again.

As he began to feel erect again, he reached over and kissed her. She kissed back, opening up to extend her tongue. This time, no force was needed, his mouth opening to accept her willingly. She rubbed her hands across his back while one of his hands held her close and the other slipped between them and caressed her breasts. Both began to breathe heavily again. 


Infection Ch. 01



"Will you wait until I'm ready?"

"Yes. Let me know. How can I help get you there?"

"This is good right now. Rub my back, right above my butt."

He did as she asked, keeping up the attention to her breasts while his other hand moved down her back, caressing the lower center. He was surprised at the cry she made, one of pure pleasure. He had never read anything to indicate that that particular spot was an erogenous zone. "The books never tell you everything," he thought to himself. He pressed at the spot again, getting more cries. He could feel her moistening against his hard cock.

He held off, waiting for her to let him know when he was ready. His hand at her back moved around, wondering if there were other hidden surprises to be found. When his hand reached the middle of her neck, she cried out again. As she gasped, she asked, "Lick me, lick my breasts, my pussy." He bent down and licked at her breasts again. He could feel the nipples harden even more as he lavished attention on them. His hand traveled to her pussy, caressing it, sliding fingers into her. She arched against him, trying to touch as much of her against him. He spent time at her breasts, liking the feel of them against his tongue.

She pressed against his head, encouraging him to move down to her pussy. He worked his way down, slowly kissing her belly on the way. Brushing her pussy hair to either side, he took a tentative lick at her folds. The taste was not pleasant, but not revolting either. He licked again, deeper and with more force. Marie began to writhe, the sensations unbelievable. She had never been licked there before, but had heard it was good. She had no idea! As he licked her juices, more was produced. Her pussy lips were engorging, spreading out in readiness for penetration. 

"I'm ready. Do it, screw me now."

Jarod climbed up and shoved himself inside her. He thrust back and forth, the wet warmth around his cock and the pressure her cunt was exerting on him as she charged towards orgasm again. She grabbed him, pulling him down and ravaging his mouth as she climaxed, screaming into his mouth. He kept thrusting, getting closer himself. She was whimpering as her orgasm subsided, her senstitive clit aching at the continued friction.

He came several minutes later, emptying another large quantity cum in her pussy, along with another swarm of bacteria. There was a momentary mingling of bacteria between the two of them. The colony in Jarod recognized that Marie already had a colony in her. It reacted, making adjustments to its protocols. Worn out, the two fell asleep while his cock was inside her. In the few minutes that it took for him to roll off, the two colonies coordinated their protocols.

While the slept, changes were made. The colonies learned to use the senses of the two to recognize the presence of another colony in someone else. They adjusted their sexual protocols, making sure to maximize the spread capabilities. This was to have a profound affect on Jarod and Marie over the next several days.



Infection Ch. 02



Chapter Two

Spread

Marie woke up before Jarod, noticing a strange smell in the air. Assuming that the odor was from the drying sex on their bodies, she gently rolled off the bed and padded to the bathroom to shower. The shower worked somewhat, but there was a faint trace of the smell that got stronger when she returned to the bedroom. Jarod was just waking himself, apparently, based on the wrinkling of his nose, noticing the smell too.

"You look very lovely," he said, as he sat up in the bed.

"Thank. You look pretty good yourself. Why don't you take a shower and I'll get the bedding in the wash. Where is your washer, by the way?"

"Opposite side of the house, through the living room. You don't have to do my laundry you know."

"I don't mind, and I know you can smell it too. Sooner the better. Go. Shower."

Jarod, knowing when not to argue, raised his hand in defeat. "Okay. You're right. It is a little rank in here. What do you want for breakfast?"

"I'm partial to pancakes."

"How about Linda's?"

"That works."

Jarod took his shower. While he did, he noticed a stirring of arousal, his cock becoming semi-rigid. A smile crossed his face as he remembered the previous night. He knew sex was supposed to be good, but no amount of masturbating had prepared him for just how great it had been. He was looking forward to conducting an 'experiment' as to whether the second time was better.

When he came out, the smell was almost gone. He opened the window to let the room air out. In the living room, Marie had redressed in her clothes from the previous night.

"Can we go by my place? I need to get some clean clothes."

"Sure." He hesitated, unsure if he should ask. "Do you...?"

"Do I want to leave a change here? That would be nice. I'd like to come here again sometime. Soon maybe?"

"I'd like that."

They left, and he drove her to her apartment, waiting while she quickly changed. She came back out with a small overnight bag she had packed with two changes of clothes and some spare toiletries and makeup. She was feeling euphoric. He liked her! He wanted her back! Even better, he cared about her in bed. Her first had only been interested in himself. Jarod had been truly remorseful at cumming so fast.

Both were floating on cloud nine, not aware of the odor that was simmering in the car. In Linda's Café, the tantalizing aromas of eggs, waffles, sausage and other delicious breakfast foods overwhelmed the odor that had been hovering below the surface of their awareness.

What did not go unnoticed was the increased levels of desire each was feeling. Marie's nipples were hardening and her pussy was getting damp. Jarod's cock was hard again. While he was emotionally attached to Marie, he was also noticing just how sexy the other women were in the café. He did not think much about it at the time. Marie also noticed the attractiveness of the other men in the café. She was more concerned. She believed she was in love with Jarod. How could she be noticing other guys so much when he was right in front of her. She tried to put it out of her mind.

"So, Jarod. Do you want to get together tonight?"

"Yeah. It'll have to be after I spend some time in the environmental lab. I scheduled some time to examine some growth on the meteorite I found a couple of nights ago."

"You found a meteorite? That's cool. What type was it?" Marie was not feigning interest. Her father had been a maintenance technician on the space shuttle, and she had developed an interest in all things space.

"I'm not sure. I was pleasantly distracted last night. I can only schedule lab time about once a week. It takes too much of their time if I do it more often. It was weird, though. The meteorite was hollow and some of the growth was on the inside."

"Do you think it might have been some alien life form?"

"I suppose it's possible. Unlikely though. It will have been in a vacuum for who knows how long and then subject to 1000's of degrees of heat. More likely, something got into it after it impacted through microscopic pores of some sort. I just want to know what it is."

"So, when do you think you'll be done?"

"It will probably be three or four hours. How about I pick you up around 9 tonight?"

"I'd love that. I'll see you around 9. We should get to work."

It was 9:30 when they left. Work went as it normally does at a video rental store on a Friday. Lots of people, new releases, loud kids. They were uses to it. They had little chance to interact with each other over the eight hours. After work, they went their separate ways until the night. Jarod went to his house and picked up his samples of the growths that he had put in the vials. He drove to the lab and, using his key, went in. Jarod was not a professional scientist, but only because his people skills were poor enough to keep him from getting a job (his encyclopedic knowledge of everything scifi and fantasy overcame that problem at Blockbuster).

Jarod started with microscopic analysis. At first, he was unsure just what he was looking at. The outer growth, from a macroscopic perspective, was a plant life material. Yet, under the microscope, there was no cell wall that was normal for plant cells. There was also no chlorophyll. Where did the green come from? The inner growth showed similar characteristics, but was different. The cells were different, in shape, but had the same anomalies.

He move to a mass spectrometer. This test revealed even more strangeness. There was significant copper in the material, quite possibly accounting for the green coloration. The actual elemental analysis showed mixtures that made no sense. All the elements of life were present, but in combinations that were just wrong. He double checked his memory on the internet. He was right. No earthly living matter had that arrangement of elements in it.

Jarod was feeling excitement, a different type of excitement. He was beginning to suspect that he had an alien life form of some sort. The problem was, these 'cells' did not act like they were alive. It could, of course, be that they were dead cells, killed by the harsh environment of space. But, they looked like they should be alive. It was while he was contemplating this problem, that he noticed it.

There was something on the far edge of one of the slides. Carefully moving the slide over, he saw some kind of... spore? It had all the qualities you would expect from a spore. Not only that, there were two distinct types. Two spores. He looked around. The lab was sealed, the windows closed. The AC was off. These spores had to come from his samples, as he had used fresh slides, straight from the box.

Knowing that spores normally remain inert until a worthwhile environment presents itself, he added a drop of water to the spores. He watched in fascination as the two different spores combined with one another and became something new. It was a single celled organism, clearly an animal organism. In a matter of 15 minutes, he had a colony of bacteria, or some such thing, on his slide. Fortunately, the microscope he had chosen had an integral digital camera. He snapped some photos, downloaded them to his laptop and then destroyed the slide and sample.

Then, to test his theory, he put samples of both growths on another slide, put it under the lens and poked them with a scalpel. He saw little poofs and more spores clouded his vision briefly, before settling on the slide in and amongst the growths.

"My God," he thought to himself. "Bacterial spores." He vaguely remembered hearing of it, but never of any bacteria that needed two separate spores to reconstitute itself. "This is definitely alien, or at least a totally new lifeform."

When he pulled the slide out, he noticed that there were spores on the surface of the light for the microscope. He sat back, a worried look on his face. "That's pretty far. I wonder how far they spread their spores?" In his mind's eye, he saw himself scraping the growths in his house. "Did I inhale any?" he wondered.

Jarod noticed the clock. 8:30. He had promised to pick up Marie in half an hour. He cleaned up, wiping down all the surfaces with disinfectant. As he did, he noticed just how aroused he was. His cock was rock hard, leaking small amounts of fluid. He was glad that his DVR was set to record his programs.

Marie had a much rougher evening. Her discomfort at experiencing desire for guys other than Jarod made her more aware of it as it happened (Jarod had blithely ignored those feelings). Her choice of clothes did not help any. Her bra and blouse were both sheer, partly to combat the heat of the day, and partly to show herself to Jarod. The result was that her erect nipples were visible to everyone all day. While her moist pussy wasn't, she imagined that the aroma of her sex was.

Truth be told, many did notice, but had attributed it to her recent dalliance with Jarod (Yes, everyone knew she spent the night at his place, making all the usual assumptions—small towns). By the end of the shift, she had realized that her horniness and need increased in an inverse proportion to the distance she was from a man. A couple of times toward the end of her shift, she had to exert tremendous self control to keep her hands to herself when passing a man in the store.

By the time she got home, she was a wreck. Her body felt like Jarod had been caressing it for hours. Her skin was flushed, her pussy wet and her nipples painfully erect. The small of her back tingled, wanting someone to caress it. She made it as far as her recliner. Plopping down in a very unlady like way, she lifted her skirt to her waist and ran her fingers across her pussy lips, just barely touching.

A groan escaped her mouth as tingles of pleasure radiated from her pussy. She did it again, sending another wave on the heels of the first. It was like little bolts of electricity zapping out and jerking her body. Her juices were leaking onto the seat of the chair and coating her hand. Unable to resist, she inserted a couple of fingers into her cunt and started to fuck herself, moaning and groaning. He shuddered on the recliner like a woman being shocked over and over again, as waves of pleasure jolted her again and again. She had lost control, screaming as she fucked herself with one hand, the other rubbing her clit. Her orgasm hit her, her back arching, muscles tensing almost to the breaking point, her scream reaching out to the nearby apartments.

As she came down, she caressed her pussy lips gently, reveling in the little pulses of pleasure that oozed out of her pussy. She let herself relax in the afterglow, smiling a silly grin. Too bad about the knock at the door.

"Shit!" she whispered to herself. She got up, letting her skirt down and went to the door. Cracking the door, she asked, "Who is it?"

"Marie, it's Connie. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"I heard screaming."

"Really, Connie, I'm okay. It was just... It was a good scream, okay?"

"Oh. Okay. Sorry about that. See you later."

Now Marie's skin was flushed again, for totally different reasons. "Oh my God. I came loud enough for others to hear. I am going to die, I just know it."

She went to her bathroom and cleaned up a bit, cleaning the chair as much as she could as well. Marie, remembering that she had not gotten her mail yet, walked back down to the main floor and got into her mailbox. Sorting through it as she walked back to the stairs, she ran into someone.

Suddenly, she was weak at the knees. Looking up, she saw Shawn Jacobs, another tenant. Marie could feel her nipples growing erect in a matter of seconds and her pussy lubricating again. In her mind, Shawn was the sexiest man she had ever seen. Her mouth went dry. She leaned back against the wall to not fall.

"Hi Marie."

"Hi... uh... Shawn. You look really good."

"Thanks. More bills?"

"What? Oh. Yeah. Bills."

"Are you okay? You look like you're running a fever."

Marie wiped the sweat from her forehead, accentuating the red flush. "I'm okay. Must be the heat. I should get back to my apartment."

But she just stood there, watching the play of his body under his clothes. She did not know it, but her face cried out in lust, begging anyone to screw her. When Shawn looked up from his mail, he saw Marie, leaning against the wall, weak at the knees, desire on her face, her bills loosely in her hand by her side, her nipples poking through the sheer fabric of her shirt. Like any normal guy, his cock stirred, becoming partially erect.

"You going back upstairs?"

"Yeah, I guess." 

She let him pass, following and staring at his butt. When he exited on the fourth floor, two below hers, he turned around, expectation and hope on his face. "Isn't your floor two more up?"

"Oh. Yes. This is 4. Sorry." She forced herself back into the stairwell and up two more flights of steps. In the sixth floor hall, she leaned against the wall again. "What is happening to me?" she thought to herself in a panic. "I practically raped him where he stood. God, I want to fuck him so bad. Why? I love Jarod. I don't want to cheat on him." She staggered towards her door, but found herself face to face with another man two doors away from her own.

It was Kevin Sikes, an eighteen year old high senior student living with his recently divorced mom. She stood there, staring at his pants and the erection straining at his fly, licking her lips.

"Hi, Ms. Foster. Are you okay?"

The last vestiges of her self control were being shredded before her eyes. Desire, no, need, welled up inside, overwhelming her. On the edge, able to tip one way or the other at the slightest push, she just stared at him, her eyes wide. Her mind wanted nothing to do with what her body craved. She could not seem to make her legs move or her voice speak. To Kevin, she appeared to be ready to go into some sort of convulsion.

Kevin took her arm. "Here, come in and sit down. I'll get you some water."

The touch was all it took. He had her across the threshold when all control fled and she pushed him against the wall, pulling at the belt to his pants.

"I don't need water. I need to be fucked. Please, fuck me." Her voice was pleading and demanding at the same time.

Kevin was torn. He was an 18 year old boy and was horny as hell. Yet, he had the feeling in the back of his mind that something was wrong. Ms. Foster was always so demure and polite. This was not like her. As he struggled with his dilemma, Marie had his belt loose and his jeans unbuttoned. When her hand grasped his cock through his boxers, he chose by not choosing. Her right hand pushed his shorts down while her left reached under her skirt and dropped her own panties.

By now, Kevin's hormones had taken over and he lifted Marie up, setting her down on his cock, her hands making sure that he did not miss. Once in him, she grabbed around his neck and used his shoulders to lift herself up and down. He thrust against her as well, timing so that he thrust up with his hips each time she came down, effectively slamming them together. His newly freed hands reached inside her shirt, finding her breasts, fondling them with a decided lack of experience, roughly. 

Between his youth and her hyper arousal, neither lasted long. Marie came, shrieking at the top of her lungs, her tensed muscles pulling his head against her so hard he had difficulty breathing (the non-secquiteir, "what a way to go," passed through his mind). Her cunt throbbed against his cock, driving it to its own climax. He tensed, holding back a few seconds more, and then his cock pulsed, unleashing semen into Marie, his own grunting a counterpoint to her much more vocal utterances.

Her bodily desires satiated for now, she opened her eyes, dread on her face. Kevin whispered as he saw her continence change, "Oh shit."

"Put me down. Please, just put me down."

He put her down. "God, Ms. Foster. I'm sorry. I thought..."

"No. Kevin, I came onto you. I should apologize. I don't know what came over me. I... I need to go."

In tears, she ran form his apartment, almost tripping as she ripped the panties around her feet. Inside, she collapsed against the door, sobbing at the knowledge of what she had just done. She wasn't aware of the cum dripping slowly out of her pussy. She did not know how long she sat there when an other knock sounded from her door.

"Go away!"

"Ms. Foster? You dropped your mail. I promise, I won't come in, even if you drag me."

Standing shakily, she cracked the door, holding her hand out. The bills were placed in her hand, his fingers grazing hers briefly. The touch caused her to recoil in fear at what she might do. She closed the door without a sound. Dropping the mail on the table, she went to the bathroom to shower. She scrubbed and scrubbed, unable to get the feeling of filth off of her, nor the guilt out of her. She had just raped an 18 year old boy, cheating on the man she loved. Nothing would be right again. She only stopped when the water ran cold.

She dressed in baggy sweats and slippers, not wanting to look lovely or desirable. As guilt threatened to consume her, she felt as if she were betraying herself. The horniness was returning, the desire to fuck. "What have I become?" she thought. "I've cheated on Jarod, forced myself on an 18 year old buy, and now I want more sex. Well, I won't do it. I refuse."

She sat there on her recliner, knees drawn up against her chest, held tight by her arms, crying softly and rocking in need and fear. As she sat, her body's craving for sex grew under the relentless assault of the bacterial colony she did not even know was there. The one celled creatures continued their stimulation of the desire center in her brain. Only her overwhelming feelings of guilt gave her the ability to resist going out on the prowl. In the back of her mind, she knew that she would succumb again.

Jarod was leaving the lab, entering the warm night air. It being a Friday night, there were lots of people out and about. While inexperienced at sex, he was well aware of what being horny was like and he most definitely felt horny. Every woman he passed seemed incredibly sexy and his imagination saw him screwing each one. Getting into his car, he realized just how hard he was when a flash of pain hit him from a cock that tried unsuccessfully to bend when he sat down.

"Gadzooks! I hope Marie is ready for some sex. I know I certainly am."

He drove to her apartment complex, distracted by his rising need. He was starting to recognize the unreal quality to his lustful thoughts. He wasn't thinking of Marie, but of every woman he saw as he passed. He wanted them, all of them. Yet, when he thought of Marie, he had trouble picturing the two of them doing anything. He wasn't sure, but his cock may have even subsided a little when his thoughts turned to her. Of course, it's hard to tell the difference between rock hard and, "Oh my God," hard.

At Marie's apartment, he parked in a visitor slot and proceeded to call the elevator. A woman was there as well, quite a bit older than he was, 50ish he estimated. She looked stunning. The first few wrinkles appearing at the corners of her eyes and mouth gave her a sexy, experienced look. Her clothes covered much, leaving everything to the imagination, and his imagination was working overtime right now. The slight sag of her breasts promised an increased level of responsiveness to a lover's touch.

As they got into the car, Jarod was staring at her, his mouth hanging open a bit. The woman saw the look on his face as she turned towards the door, and it worried her a bit. She pushed the button for the seventh floor. When she saw that he was not pushing for a floor, she asked, "Which floor do you want?"

She had to repeat the question before he shook his head, leaving the place in his fantasies where they were fucking like minx, and muttered, "Uh, six please."




Infection Ch. 02



When the car reached the sixth floor, Jarod stood staring at the lady, seemingly unaware of the doors opening. The lady stabbed the open door button as they started to close again.

"I believe this is your floor."

Jarod shook his head again. "Oh. Yeah. Thanks."

He left the elevator and the lady stabbed the close door button, having no patience with the automatic timer. As she left his sight, he found himself able to think a little clearer. "Sexy? She was sexy? What is going on? I don't remember being turned on by sagging tits before." He was wandering in the general direction of Marie's apartment, when he passed a woman opening the door to her own apartment.

"Evening Mrs. Sikes. You're looking..."

Jarod found himself entranced again. Jessica was ravishingly stunning. Her ass was tight in her pants, the edges of her thong visible under the painted on fit. Her blouse was translucent enough to show that she wore no bra, her breasts being firm enough to need no support. As she turned in response to his greeting, it was clear that she was expert in using the minimum of makeup to achieve the goal of enhancing her natural beauty.

"Hi Jarod. Can I help you with something?" Jessica Sikes had seen this look several times in the past. She flushed a little, feeling a little embarrassed, yet aroused at the thought that she could still bring out the lust in a guy, especially one as young as Jarod. "Maybe I won't have to go out tonight," she thought to herself.

"Uh. No. You look very... nice Mrs. Sikes."

"Oh, Jarod. Call me Jessica. Would you like a glass of water? You look thirsty." In her mind, she thought, "No, you look hungry, for me. I could stand to be devoured tonight."

"Yes, thanks." Jarod was not consciously planning on fucking Jessica, but, like all things wrong, it started with a little compromise. Jarod knew that Marie's was close and that he had an inexplicable desire and need for Mrs. Sikes, and that he shouldn't give into it. The level of need, however, was great enough that he was convincing himself up to the edge of the line so that he could fall over it.

It didn't help that Jessica was a slut. She had been going out every Friday and Saturday night to pick up a guy and screw him almost every week for the three years since her husband filed for divorce. She saw his lust and need and had every intention of being the one to satisfy it. She grasped his hand, causing Jarod to feel an intense burst of raw sexual craving to flood his senses. He held back against her briefly, his sane mind making one last attempt to stay clear of this temptation, but she pulled and he crossed the threshold, finding himself against her body as the door clicked closed behind him.

The total contact was too much. Jarod lost his battle with himself, or at least he thought it was against himself, and clasped her to him, kissing her deeply and passionately. His tongue sought out her mouth and found it receptive. As they kissed, hands roving over each others' still clad bodies, she managed to maneuver them into the front room. She had just enough presence of mind to note that Kevin had left his usual message that he had gone to work before she pushed Jarod down onto the couch.

"Let me," she whispered. 

Jessica loved a good, hard, long fucking, but had discovered that most men came way too soon, and once they had fucked, they were usually done. To fix that deficit, she had combined one of her own loves with a little male biology. She dropped to he knees and undid his pants, freeing his cock for her. She took him into her mouth, pleased that he was so hard and already leaking precum. Once she had his first load in her mouth, she knew that he would last longer the second time and that he would still want to fuck her. It didn't hurt that she loved to suck cock.

She stuck her tongue out and lapped up the drops of precum that were oozing from his tip. Unlike cum, this was a taste she liked. She stroked her tongue against the underside of his cock, forcing more precum out of the tip. Jarod moaned, writhing on the couch, his member jerking at the nearly painful, pleasant feeling she was bestowing on him. When her mouth enveloped him, he cried out loud, his sexual energy ratcheting up like it had received a jump start.

He began to thrust against her face and she pressed against him, forcing him to slow and wait. She could tell that he was not going to last long. Her tongue swirled around his organ and her teeth lightly grazed the shaft. Feeling him arch and clench, she pulled off and leaned to the right, letting his semen jet past her to land on the coffee table.

As his orgasm subsided, she milked the last of his cum out and wiped her hand against the panrs she was intending to remove anyway. After pulling his pants and shoes the rest of the way off, she lifted him by the hand.

"Come on tiger. You've had quick and dirty, now Jessy wants hard and slow."

Jarod let himself be dragged to the bedroom, feeling a curious lack of satisfaction with the blowjob he had just received. It felt like something was incomplete. He could not know that the colony sensed that the orgasm occurred while exposed to the air, the deadly atmosphere of this alien planet. Spread had not occurred. Spread must occur.

In the bedroom, Jessica slowly undressed, sliding her clothes off with a sensuousness that comes only from regular practice. Jarod's cock responded to the show, firming up a little, as much as it could mere minutes after climaxing. Once naked, she pulled his shirt over his head, finishing the last of his undressing process. While she did, he reached up and fondled her breasts, rubbing on the nipples, taking their already firm forms and hardening them even more.

Jessica breathed deep, savoring the sensations of a man's hands on her incredibly sensitive nubs. Her breasts flushed, deepening the color of her areolas and increasing their already high sensitivity. With the shirt off of him, she bent down over him, palming something of the nightstand, bringing her breasts within reach of his mouth. His tongue reached out and licked at her breast, leaving a trail of moisture across one, then another, as she shifted them back and forth.

Her cunt was responding as well, like there was a direct connection between the two erogenous zones, letting one feel what the other felt. That his hands were caressing her sides was bonus points. Just looking at her respond under his touch was causing Jarod's cock to finish the stiffening process, sporting a second erection in just ten minutes. Jessica was feeling that pleasant and frustrating emptiness in her pussy, her desire for a cock inside of her leaving the realm of mental desire and entering that of the physical.

Knowing it would make the end better, she held herself up off of him, savoring his inexperienced, yet enthusiastic mouth. He had started taking her entire areola into his mouth and letting it slide past his lips, never quite letting it go, his lips pinching down on the nipple in a vain attempt to keep it from escaping. Each capture and escape sent shivers through her body, little micro-explosions of sensuality erupting, spreading through her body.

Beyond her ability to hold off, she pulled back, resting on her shins as she slipped the condom she palmed over his cock, even this sensation causing him to jerk at the touch. Once it was secure, she raised up and slowly slid herself onto his shaft. He thrust up against her, craving the warm, moist cavern that was her. With her position of control on top, she made the intercourse a slow and steady one. While his hands returned to her breasts, she ground herself against him, twisting him inside her, while preventing him from picking up the pace by not lifting enough for him to thrust.

Jarod's frustration at the slow pace translated into more force in his attention to her breasts, his fingers pinching at them, drawing gasps of pleasure/pain from Jessica. His hip tried to thrust against her, but the effect was minimal, mostly causing the bed to rock. Jessica's hands were rubbing across Jarod's chest, what she could reach of it. 

As she felt her climax approach, 30 minutes into riding him, she stopped everything, savoring the feeling of almost, hanging there between them. Her breathing slowed just a bit and the height that she had reached eased off, her orgasm backing off, whimpering as it left. Jarod's hands grabbed her waist and shifted her back and forth (he didn't have the upper body strength to lift her). She let him, enjoying the manhandling that she provoked at this stage.

Now she let him control the flow of the action, leaning forward to give him the leverage he needed. Jarod rolled over onto her and began thrusting against her, slamming her hard. She pulled him into her, her mouth attacking his as his body crushed her breasts. As the sensations intensified, her clit on fire from the friction from his pubic hair pulling against its hood repeatedly, she strained against the rising climax, wanting it to delay, hold off just a little more.

Jarod felt an almost rumbling in his gut as his second orgasm mounted. He thrust once more, twice, three times more and then exploded into the condom, his spasms being felt by Jessica's pussy lips. That feeling and the last three brutal thrusts sent her over the edge, her body beginning to shake and her voice screaming out as intense waves of pleasure enveloped her, drowning her body in raw sensation, her breath caught, unable to breathe in for the crying out.

As she came down from her high, Jessica rolled him over and pulled him out of her before his loss of erection made the condom worthless. She continued the roll, landing lithely on her feet and went into the bathroom to give her pussy a quick cleaning. While she was in there, Jarod came to himself. As he thought about what had just happened, he felt guilt soak into his consciousness.

"Why did I do this?" he thought to himself. "How did the need get so overpowering?" he tried to make sense of his actions, but drew a total blank. As he thought back, all he could recall clearly, was that his powerful desires had been for specific women, the ones near him, not for women in general. He could not explain it, but that's what he felt. "I've got to see Marie, try to explain." It bever occurred to him to keep this a secret. He had, in the past, gotten into trouble because of his inability to think about lying before he spoke.

He absentmindedly took the condom off his soft cock and dumped it in the trash next to the nightstand. When Jessica came out of the bathroom, he went in, avoiding looking at her. He cleaned himself off as best he could without taking a shower. Then he came out, dressed and left, never saying a word to her, and she never saying anything to him. He walked towards Marie's apartment, not knowing just how to explain his total loss of control.

Jessica was a slut, but not stupid. She always used condoms to keep safe from disease. However, when used properly, rubbers are 87% sure of preventing pregnancy. That means that they are no more than 87% certain to prevent a disease, when used properly. The reasons for failure can vary widely, but in this case, a little semen had leaked around the edge and dripped onto her pussy. A miniscule amount had flowed into her cunt, carrying with it a small colony of the bacteria to infect her. While she slept that night, the colony would increase in size, preparing to spread itself yet again. That it had found the perfect carrier was beyond the ability of the colony to know, but it had. Epidemiologists would later track the source of the incident to a mother and son, both enthusiastically engaging in sex with a wide number of partners. Soon, what was an infection would become an epidemic.



Infection Ch. 03



Chapter Three

Diagnosis

Jarod made it to Marie's door. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer.

"Marie! It's me, Jarod. Can I come in?"

There was no answer. He listened and thought he heard someone crying. He tried the door and found it unlocked. Cracking it, he definitely heard crying. Jarod went in, closing the door behind him and found Marie dressed in some loose fitting sweat clothes, huddled on her recliner, crying. All thoughts of what had just happened faded from his mind.

"Marie, what happened?"

She looked up. "Jarod. Please, just go away. I can't fight it."

"Marie, what are you talking about? You can't fight what?"

"It's horrible, I'm horrible. I'm an evil slut!"

"Marie, please. Talk to me. Let me try to help."

"Can you fuck me five or six times a day, every day? Anything less than that won't do any good!"

Jarod looked at her in shock. He had never heard her swear like that, except for the one time in bed. Then the nature of what she said hit him.

"Marie, are you experiencing near constant arousal and strong attractions to everyone you meet?"

"How... How did you know?"

"It's happening to me too." In fact, Jarod noticed that his cock was getting hard again. It wasn't uncomfortable yet, but it was beginning.

"You think this is normal? Jarod, You not my first, not quite. This is not normal."

"No, I didn't think it was. I think it's far worse. Oh my God! Mrs. Sikes. She may be... Marie, who did you have sex with? It's important."

She started crying uncontrollably, shame overwhelming her. "Kevin... Sikes... I... practically... raped... him. I just couldn't fight the need, the burning need any more."

"I had the same thing happen with Mrs. Sikes. And every woman I've seen today has been so desirable."

Marie looked up, her eyes clearing a little. "The same with me and the guys. Every one seems to be a hunk that I've got to have sex with. Jarod, what's going on?"

"I'm not certain, but we've got to find out. We need to get back to the lab."

He walked forward to grab her hand and two things happened. First, they both noted a foul stench. Then, when he took her hand, they both felt an intense burning sensation where their hands touched.

"What the hell?"

"Jarod, that burned. Look!" She held her hand out, showing the red impression on her wrist where he grabbed her. Looking at his own hand, he saw that his palm had what looked like a first degree burn as well.

"This is bad, very bed. Do you smell that?"

"Yes, like three day old road kill. Back up for a moment."

Jarod did and the smell faded. "It gets stronger when we're close. This is too weird. How does it know? Why?"

"Jarod, you're scaring the woman you lost your virginity with. An explanation would be good about now." A tinge of panic was in her voice.

"The meteorite. It had a growth on it, remember?" She nodded, and he continued. "The growths were carriers of bacterial spores. Two different types. When they combined, they became a bacteria like life form, one that is definitely alien."

"So, what does that have to do with the two of us being compelled to have sex with total strangers?"

"I scraped my samples before we had sex. The spore clouds have a significant range. By last night, I may have been infected. We have to check our blood."

Marie looked stunned for a minute. Then, inexplicably, she began to laugh! It started as a chuckle and quickly passed through titter, chorkle and into full belly laugh. After a cople of minutes, she regained control. Jarod was staring at her, mouth open, confusion evident.

"What is so funny about an alien infection against which none of us has any resistance?"

"Don't you get it. I may be the first person in history to catch a sexually transmitted disease from a virgin. I didn't use a condom because I knew you'd be healthy. I'm sorry, that is just plain funny."

"Yeah, I can see how it might be laughable. But, seriously. We need to be sure, and if we are infected, we need to warn the Sikes. Mrs. Sikes use a condom, so she might be safe. Did you use one with Kevin?"

"No. I wasn't even thinking about it. It might be like normal STDs and is harder to transmit from female to male?"

"We can't count on it. We really need to get to the lab."

"How do we get there without attacking others on the way. You know how powerful the need is, you've felt it. Can we resist it that long?"

"We could satiate it just before we leave. I mean have sex."

"Red is not my color, at least not all over my skin. Plus, it hurts to touch you. Why is that?"

"I don't know. It doesn't make sense, almost like we are allergic to each other. I want to try an experiment. I'm going to touch your arm with one finger and see what happens when I maintain contact. Is that okay?"

"I guess. What are you trying to prove?"

"I want to see how bad the pain gets."

With that, he closed the distance between them, the stench getting noticeable again. He pressed his finger against her arm and they both felt the burning sensation. It intensified for several seconds and then just stayed constant. Redness had spread along Marie's arm about a quarter inch from where Jarod's finger was touching. He pulled his finger back and stepped back again.

Marie was looking extremely distracted. Her breath was short and she had trouble sitting still. Jarod noticed a wet stain on the chair where she was sitting that had spread to significant size. She had almost not reacted to the pain from the touch, the red mark from which, was already fading, no permanent damage having resulted.

"Marie, what's wrong?"

"God Jarod. It's getting really bad. I need sex, now, or I'll go nuts. I don't care how much it will hurt. I've just got to screw someone. I'll never last outside and in a short while, I'll go find someone."

Jarod went back up to her and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She gasped as the air hit her upper body, brushing across nipples that were painfully erect. He grabbed her pants and pulled them off. Marie groaned, almost oblivious to her surroundings, aware only that there was a man here and the smell wasn't enough to keep her away from him. She tried to stand up to reach him, but was so shaky that she fell to her knees. From there, she undid his pants, pulling them down to his feet. Is cock, even though it had been less than an hour since he had fucked Jessica was already partially erect.

Marie growled from deep in her throat and spun Jarod around so she could topple him onto the recliner. He moaned at her touch, equal parts pain form the contact and arousal at the sight of her. She was so worked up that she dispensed with any thought of foreplay and, not even noticing the red, painful marks that she was receiving and causing, climbed up onto Jarod and slammed her body down onto his, impaling herself on his cock. They both cried out as waves of pleasure rolled over them. Curiously, there was no pain in their genitals.

Instinctively avoiding the pain that was there, though not always noticed, Marie did not bend towards Jarod to kiss him, nor did she fondle him anywhere. What she did do was ride his cock. She twisted her hips and thrust herself up and down. Her hyper-sensitive cunt was subject to even more sensations. The emptiness was filled, and her lips were thrust from aching tingling to stinging pain that was an intense pleasure.

Jarod, while not starting as overwhelmingly aroused as Marie, was responding with similar speed. His entire sense of touch seemed to be locked into his cock. Every twist Marie did sent an agonizing burning feeling through him, like he had just cum and every touch on his tip was sheer pain. He and Marie rocketed to their climax in a matter of minutes. She came first, her pussy clenching spasmodically around his cock, that added sensation pushing him over the edge, emptying a load of cum into her.

As they came down from their orgasms, the stench hit them, forcing them to move off of and away from each other. After Marie had moved five feet away, the odor faded. She collapsed onto a chair, gasping as she tried to recover from the oxygen shortage the intense activity had caused. Jarod, breathing just as heavily, looked at Marie, wishing that the sex had been because they wanted it, not because they needed it.

"Marie, are you okay?"

"No. Jarod, I wanted it to be because we liked, maybe eventually loved, each other. Not because there is something making our bodies addicted to sex."

She looked to be on the verge of tears.

"Marie, the fist time, it was because we wanted it. That will never change."

"But, you were already..."

"I know, I was already infected, if we actually are. But, I'm pretty sure that, while it made me horny, it didn't make me want you. That was me. It just opened my eyes."

"Jarod, you're so sweet and kind. That's why I've wanted you for so long. We need to go. I'm not horny now, but I will be soon. I don't want to be near anyone else when it becomes uncontrollable. Do you mind going without cleaning up?"

"No, not at all. If we shower, we might not have time to get alone again."

They dressed again and left for the environmental lab. In the car, they both had to deal with the stench that seemed to arise every time they got within five feet of one another.

"Jarod, why the stench? Why make us horny as hell and then make us not want to get close? I mean, that seems to be why we hurt when we touch too."

"I don't know. I'm not even sure they are related. We need to learn more about it."

At the lab, Jarod prepared two slides with their blood, one from each of them. Looking at the samples, fully aware of his inexperience at this kind of investigation, he crossed his fingers (knowledge does not supercede superstition). There in the viewer was not what he feared, but not what he hoped either. There was a bacteria there, but it wasn't the same bacteria that he saw from the spores. There were similarities, but significant differences as well.

"Marie, how much do you know about biology, especially one celled biology?"

"Not a lot I'm afraid. Just the basics from high school biology."

"Take a look at these. What's wrong with them?"

Marie looked at the microscope, ignoring the increasing arousal and horniness for now. As she looked at the cells, her memory, honed by years of navigating mazes in Dungeons and Dragons games, began to return. She could spot the nucleus of the cell, the cell membrane and the cytoplasm. There should have been some other features, but they were missing, and there were some that should not have been there.

"This is definitely not normal. I can't remember the names, but several parts of the cell are missing. There are also some that don't seem to belong there. No idea what they do. This is in our blood?"

"Yes. I have another idea. Can you put some of your vaginal secretions on this slide?"

Marie could not help herself, she blushed, horribly. Yet, she knew what Jarod was getting at. If this was sexually transmitted, it would be there.

"You'll need to check your semen too."

"I know. It will take a little more work for me."

Fortunately, Jarod was already horny again and it was easy to produce more semen to put on a slide. As they examined the two slides, they found even more bacteria in these samples than in the blood. Furthermore, the bacteria was more clumped, almost in little packages. While he was looking at them, Marie was looking at the blood slides again.

"Jarod, look at this. They're dying."

"Dying? Why would they be dying?"

He looked at the blood slides again and saw that she was more than right. The bacteria was not just dying, they were deteriorating fast. In a matter of minutes, the alien life form was dying.

"It's like they have no ability to survive outside our body. That would mean that they can only be spread by direct body fluid transfer. Let's try saliva."

They prepared slides of their saliva. They saw that there was almost no bacteria in their mouths and what was there was dying already.

"What have we got?" Jarod asked rhetorically. "An alien bacteria that can't survive outside the body."

"It's concentrated in sexual fluids."

"We're infected and are suffering from incredibly strong sexual urges."

"Yet, our presence to each other is rank on the noses and physically painful with touch."

"You know Marie, it almost sounds like this bacteria is actively trying to keep us apart. But, it should want to spread, if it was intelligent. God! Listen to me. Smart bacteria. That's science fiction."

"Jarod. Science fiction can predict. Travel to the moon. Computers. Why not an intelligent bacteria? It does explain things. An intelligent bacteria would not want to spread to somewhere it already was. It would want to discourage two infected hosts from wasting resources."

"Possibly. But, this bacteria is not what the spores produced. Here, I'll show you."

Jarod created more spores and combined them on a slide to create the bacteria. 

"See, this is different."

"Mutation?"

"It's not reproducing fast enough to produce a good mutation rate. Remember, most mutations are fatal. To produce a useful mutation, they would need to reproduce at hundreds of times this rate."

"It's a mystery. One thing is nice, it's made you healthier."

"Huh."

"You haven't had to use your inhaler for a few days. Haven't you noticed?"

"Inhaler..." Jarod was caught up in a memory. He remembered using his inhaler shortly after taking the growth samples. "Inhaler! Marie, you're a genius."

He took his inhaler and sprayed a burst on the spore produced bacteria and lookoed at it again under the microscope. The bacteria were reproducing at an accelerated rate.

"That's it. I was infected with the original, had an asthma attack, used my inhaler and something in the medicine jump started their growth. The enhanced growth led to faster mutations, resulting in a stable, beneficial mutation. Now the question is, what do we do?"

"Jarod, this is a disease that makes you crave sex and be repulsed by anyone you've had sex with once before. And we've potentially infected the town slut and a teenager. I can't think of two people better suited to spread this thing."

Several miles away, one of the two was doing just that. Kevin Sikes had been infected shortly before 7 PM. BY 8, he was at work at the Gas-n-Go store. The bacteria took no note of his activities, but spread throughout his body with maddening efficiency, their responses already programmed by the experience of having taken over Marie's systems. He was fully infected by 11Pm and started feeling the increase of arousal and desire in short order. If there was any group of people on the planet who would not notice the increase in sexual tension in their own bodies, it was teenage boys. Kevin simply chalked it up to the memory of Marie coming onto him so strongly.

As luck (the bad kind, that is) would have it, his girlfriend, 19 year old Shelly Whinsy, picked him up after work at midnight. They were already planning to go to her apartment for sex. Shelly had not even put the car into gear when Kevin reached over and began to stroke her upper thigh, edging near the unclad pussy that was barely covered by her short skirt.

"Kevin! You keep that up, you'll make me have an accident."

"I've been hard as a rock for over an hour and I can't stop thinking about the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Flattery will get you far, hot stuff. Seriously, though, it's hard to concentrate with you stoking me up like this. We've got all night. Now back that hand off. You can wait for fifteen minutes."

Kevin didn't pull his hand back, but he did ease it a ways from her cunt, letting her drive. They arrived at her house in the promised time frame. Shelly rented an upstairs flat from the Robinsons, an older couple that owned the house itself. She found the three rooms (not counting a small bathroom with only a shower) quite enough for her needs right now. Most important to her was that the Robinsons went to sleep early and could not be woken up by anything short of a thermonuclear device, or so it seemed. Perfect for fucking boyfriends.

Kevin was feeling a level of desperation he had never experienced before, well except for that one week when both hands had been bandaged from burns (gauze chafes!). They had just made it to the bottom of the stairs leading to her loft when Kevin pulled her to him and kissed her with a wet, sloppy kiss, his hands groping at her ass, pulling her up against his cock.

"My, you are in a bad way. I've never felt you that hard before." She reached her own hand down, feeling the steel rigidity of him. She squeezed a little and was rewarded by a groan from Kevin. While she has never been a fan of his kissing technique, she loved the attention he paid to her ass. As he kneaded her cheeks, she started breathing heavily and felt little traces of moisture beginning to form between her lags.

"Fuck, Shelly, it's almost painful. Can I get a blow tonight? I just know I'll be up for more soon."

Shelly made a, "Mmmmm," noise as she enjoyed the attention he was giving her. She just knew he was good for two, if not more, sets tonight, and, if he came soon, he'd take more time with her. "Sure, tiger. But we'll need to get upstairs. And remember, not in the mouth."

"I know, I know. I'll tell you in time."

They unclenched enough to stagger up the stairs to her rooms. Inside, they made tracks for her bed, a king size that left only two feet of clearance with the wall on two sides. It's a good thing that all she ever did in the room is sleep and fuck. She backed into the room and sat herself on the bed so she could reach his crotch easily. Undoing his pants, she let them drop and took his cock in her hands, stroking it to milk the precum from it, wiping it on the side of the sheet.

Cleared of the fluid she didn't like very much, she took a lick at the underside, watching his cock jerk at the sensation. She loved watching that, seeing the effect she could have on him. Kevin, groaning, fell back against the wall, thrusting his hips towards Shelly. She licked at it again, holding with one hand while the other fumbled with the buttons of her shirt. As she got the last button opened, letting her breasts peek out, barely contained in a half cup bra, she sank her mouth over his shaft. She used her mouth like a pussy, gripping his cock with warm moist lips, while she pulled her shirt and bra all the way off.

Kevin began to instinctively hump against her face, responding to the fire-like feelings coming from his cock. Little spasms were beginning to shake his body as he soared higher in arousal than he ever had before. He felt the swell start and barely got out, "Fuck! Fast! Cum!" before he jerked and exploded.

Shelly just got him out of her mouth and pointed down a little when the first jets of milky white semen splattered against her chest and neck. She had never seen him cum so hard and in such quantity before. Her stroked him through five full pulses of cum and was able to milk several more smaller amounts before he stopped producing. As Kevin sank back against the wall, Shelly rubbed the slick fluid over her chest and belly. She loved the way it felt, sliding over her skin, pulling at her skin like a tease as it dried slowly.

Her chest was cooling as the liquid portion of the mess on her dried. She reached up and pulled Kevin onto the bed next to her, entangling his head and arms in his shirt as she pulled it off over his head. As the t-shirt finally popped over his head, she smiled at the feel of his not fully flaccid cock against her leg. They grasped each other again, their mouths returning to one another. Kevin's hand slid down her side, catching her skirt and pulling it down to her knees. On it's way back up, it brushed against her pussy, dampening itself in her juices. He was rewarded by a long, deep moan.




Infection Ch. 03



Shelly rubbed her hands along his back, steering clear of his crotch and chest. She didn't want to arouse him again too fast. Her pussy was well and truly moist now and her nipples were hard. She could feel the warmth of her arousal spread out and encompass her whole body. She gently pushed against his shoulders, reminding him that there was more to her than her mouth and cunt. He had learned, sometimes the hard way, that ignoring these hints could be..., well let's just say it could lead to severe frustration.

He dropped his head to her breasts, licking at the cum-crusted globes, feeling them warm as he left trails of moisture in place of the dried semen. He didn't enjoy the taste of his own cum, but it wasn't any more distasteful than plain lettuce. Of course, he had never tasted it before it had dried. None the less, he loved licking her tits. So he lingered there for some time, his oral caresses driving her wild with passion. While his mouth made love to her breasts, his hands played with her ass again, causing her to arch against his chest. His own cock, much to his surprise, was erect again, feeling the need to climax a second time.

Shelly held his head against her, not wanting the feelings to stop. She had, on a couple of occasions, cum from just having her ass and breasts played with, so sensitive was she in those areas. Tonight, however, that empty ache was making itself known in her cunt and she would not be satisfied with less than a thorough fucking. Her moans were becoming more frantic as her clit began to push against its hood, stimulating itself at it forced itself out into the open.

"Fuck me, Kevin. Fuck me hard."

Kevin growled in ascent, rising himself over her and letting her guide is cock into her pussy. Then he dropped (gently) onto her and began to thrust into her again and again. Shelly's clit was one of those that protruded significantly when erect, making the traditional missionary position one of the best for her. Kevin's pubic hair tangled itself around it and each thrust was an explosion of raw pleasure from her clit. Once it was out, she rarely took more than five minutes to climax and tonight was no exception. She screamed with abandon, her legs locking themselves around Kevin's back, forcing him even deeper into her. Her pussy clenched against him, adding one more small more measure of feeling and sending Kevin into bliss land as his cock throbbed a second time and cum poured into Shelly, along with the invading force of alien bacteria.

As they both came down from their orgasms, they rolled apart from one another, breathing deep from their exertions. Their hands, the ones between them, were touching lightly, not really clasped, but there together. Worn out by long days and exuberant sex, they fell asleep, hands still touching.

Back at the lab, Jarod and Marie were contemplating what to do next.

"Jarod, this is a disease that makes you crave sex and be repulsed by anyone you've had sex with once before. And we've potentially infected the town slut and a teenager. I can't think of two people better suited to spread this thing."

"I know, I know. But, how do we explain to anyone that there's a brand new sexually transmitted disease out there that, apparently, only increases your horniness and your sexual stamina, but makes you almost unable to have sex with other infected people?"

"All I can think of is to get a doctor to look at our evidence. It's not like we have a shortage of bacteria samples. I just worry about spreading it. I mean, I'm already hot as hell and likely to jump the bones of any man we meet, and I can see you're in similar shape. I can see us going to the doctor and loosing control, infecting him or a nurse."

"We'll have to be careful and satiate ourselves as often as we need to with each other. Right now, that seems to be about once every four or five hours. In fact, we should before we leave."

"Gee, this is SO romantic. Having sex just to keep having sex with someone else."

"I know. I don't like it either, but, at least we know we like each other and want to have sex, if not as often as it seems to need or for these particular reasons. The good news is that, given how fragile this thing is, it should be easy to find a cure."

"Cross your fingers. Come on. Lie down and pull your penis out. I want as little skin contact as possible. I don't like pain. For whatever reason, our genitals don't burn when they touch."

Jarod lay himself down and pulled his cock out of his pants, not the easiest thing to do, given how rigid it had become. Marie pulled her panties off, leaving her skirt on. Seeing him ready, she straddled his inclined form and lowered herself down, kneeling over his crotch. As her pussy slid over his cock, they both gasped, their bodies reacting to the powerful sensations. Both were also breathing through their mouths, trying to minimize how much they could smell of the stench that appeared whenever they were close.

Marie steadied herself while Jarod thrust up into her by arching himself. With the only direct contact being cock on pussy and the motion limited by what they could do without touching anywhere else, it was an agonizingly slow fuck. By the time they both had cum, each was crying out in frustration. The orgasms were so powerful that the both screamed and collapsed to the floor, barely conscious. Ironically, it was the stink that kept them awake, like trying to pass out with an ammonia capsule under your nose. Once again temporarily satiated, they drove back to Marie's apartment and went to sleep, her on her bed and him on the recliner. 

While the five infected people slept, the bacteria continued its relentless assault on their bodies and minds. All five would awaken, feeling the full effects of the changes that the alien had worked on them. Only two, however, would be able to deal with the effects without further spreading the disease. Conditions were poised for an epidemic.



Infection Ch. 04



Chapter Four

Outbreak

Jessica Sikes woke up horny as hell. The ache in her cunt was almost painful in intensity. She just knew that if she didn't fill it with something, soon, she would go totally bonkers. With no man readily available at 7 in the morning, she turned to her best friend, a massive dildo she called Mr. Big (no one has ever claimed that Jessica was capable of original thought). Mr. Big was fourteen inches long, two inches thick and had a very realistic feel to it.

She started by rubbing the phallus along her pussy lips, coating it in her juices. She moaned as the barest touch sent shivers through her and the inside of her pussy quivered in anticipation of a glorious filling of cock. Her other hand fondled her breasts, sending pulses of counterpoint to the tingles in her cunt. As she slowly inserted Big into herself, she pinched one of her nipples, finding the little pain from the act a perfect topping to the waves of pleasure that the passage of the 14 inch monster emanated from her groin.

Her legs were splayed out obscenely to give her the reach to be able to thrust the artificial cock in and out of her cunt. She tried to tease herself with slow steady strokes, but her need quickly took control and she soon had her second hand playing with her clit. Each touch to her female penis sent bursts of near pain through her, causing her body to shudder in pleasure. She was screaming obscenities at herself as she hurtled towards an early morning climax. When it hit, she screamed and shook on the bed, rocked by tremors that seemed to devour her.

When she had recovered, a smile gracing her face, she cleaned Mr. Big off and took a shower, satiated for the moment. Normally, on Saturday mornings, Jessica slept until long after 10 in the morning, recovering from her Friday night sex romp. This morning, having enjoyed Jarod much earlier than she was used to, she was looking forward to hitting the yard sales before they sold all the good stuff. By the time she got out the door an hour later, she found that her thoughts were turning to sex again and her body was experiencing, not arousal yet, but desire.

Shelly and Kevin had a much different wake up call. Shelly woke to an intense burning pain on her arm and breasts, along with a carrion stench that made her want to retch. With a yell, she pushed back form Kevin and saw that there were large red marks, like a burn, on her arm and tits. Kevin woke to the scream and started to yell himself, his chest and side covered with first degree burns.

"Oh God, what the hell? What is that stench?"

"My tits! Look at my tits! What did you do to my tits?"

"I didn't do anything. Look at my chest. What the fuck is happening? What is that smell?"

Shelly had been backing up as they talked. "It's fading. The smell must be you. I move away and it goes away."

"No. You move away from me and it goes away. You're the source of the smell."

"Never mind. We should shower, that will deal with it no matter who. The burns, they're fading already."

"Burns don't go away that fast. Some sort of rash?"

"I don't care what it was, as long as it goes away. God I could use a fuck right now."

"Now that you mention it, so could I. After we shower?"

"Okay, that works. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Shelly went in to shower. Her horny state was intense, stronger than she had ever felt before. She felt like she would rape someone if she didn't get fucked in short order. It took everything she had to not masturbate in the shower and by the time she had finished, she was dripping from her pussy so much no amount of cleaning would wash it away for long enough to be clean.

"Hurry up, I don't know how much longer I can hold off."

As they passed each other, the stench returned briefly. In the shower, Mike found himself jerking in agonizing pleasure every time the water or his hand touched his cock. He took a mere five minutes, all the touch he could stand without climaxing, to get clean. Out of the shower, he went to join Shelly in the bedroom and noticed that the smell was still there, though subdued.

"Come her and fuck me, you animal!" Shelly moaned, lying on the bed with her legs spread wide.

Mike climbed on the bed above her and where their legs touched, fire hit them.

"Ow!" they screamed together, both jumping away from each other.

Where they had touched, red showed again.

"What the fuck?" Mike asked no one in particular.

"Why in the name of all that's holy, did that happen?"

"Screw this. I've got to jack off or I'll explode."

"Yeah, me too. My place, you get the bathroom."

Mike went into the bathroom and was able to explode in a mind numbing climax after just one minute of pumping his hand on his cock. His semen splattered into the shower stall and he quickly rinsed it out.

Shelly was able to bring herself off almost as quickly. While she normally savored her masturbation time, her frustration and anger with the pain and stink of the morning had her just wanting to get off as quickly as possible. She went straight for her clit and, given the highly aroused state she was already in, shuddered in an orgasm in about two minutes.

When she entered the main room where Mike was already sitting, the stink returned. Both looked at one another with disbelief. Saying nothing, Shelly just shook her head and pointed to the door. Mike, sensing that words would get him no where, got up and left, heading back to his apartment. For the moment, both had been satiated, but that would pass.

Jarod and Marie were the only infected people who knew what to expect. Jarod woke up first, his cock painfully hard and the intense desire to fuck burning through his body. He peeked into Marie's room and saw that she was still asleep. As he quietly padded to the bathroom, he noticed the smell was still there. In the shower, desperate to get his erection down, he jacked off and in a minute or two, had ejaculated. Blessedly, his arousal diminished and his cock softened.

"At least masturbation works. Since the bacteria seems to die so quickly outside the body, down the drain is perfectly safe," he thought to himself. He dried off and left the bathroom, seeing Marie just getting up. The smell was still strong.

"Morning Jarod. The stink seems to have eased."

"No, it's still strong."

"Shower?"

"Maybe. Masturbation helps too."

"Thank God! While I would love to screw you again, this no contact stuff is making it a non-turn on. I'll be out in a few minutes."

Marie grabbed her vibrator as she went into the bathroom. Determined to enjoy herself as much as possible, under the circumstances, she leaned back against the shower wall and ran the vibrating phallus over her pussy lips, crying softly at the intensity the bacteria had forced upon her. Unable to hold back, she thrust the object into herself and fucked it in and out as slow as she could make herself. Savoring what she knew was coming, she tensed up and gritted against the orgasm that was nearing, holding it back as long as possible. When it finally pushed past her defenses, she wailed loudly as her body arched and she seemed to explode inside. As she came down from her climax, she put her vibrator on the counter and took a quick shower. Once done, she went out and dressed. In the living room, both noticed that the stink was lessened.

"Showering works, but for how long?" Marie asked.

"I'm not sure. The bacteria must be able to sense, from aroma, the presence of itself in another body. Let's do a touch test."

He reached out and touched Marie's arm. The pain was there as well as the red rash.

"There's something in the touch as well. Do you have any alcohol? Isoproponal?"

"Yeah, in the bathroom. I'll get it." Back with it she asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Rub it on you skin like you were disinfecting. I'll do the same."

They swabbed an area of skin each and tried touching the two areas. There was a mild itching, but no pain and no redness.

"So, it's sensing something on the skin, something that is exuded. In our sweat glands?"

Marie saw where he was going. "If I were a bacterial colony looking to spread, I would seek out every exterior access from the body in the hope of spreading. I think it's not intelligent per se. It's able to organize to produce actions that could be useful. I'll bet we would find dead or dying bacteria on our skin, just like in our mouths. It doesn't know that those avenues don't work, it's just trying everything."

"I think you're right. If it could survive outside the body for long, casual contact would spread it as well as sexual. Now what do we do? There are two other potential infected people out there, Mike and Jessica Sikes. We have to tell them, hope that they can control themselves."

"We also have to start having someone who knows how, find a cure. I don't want to have to avoid you for the rest of my life. Any ideas? You know any doctors or medical researchers?"

"No. The closest would be Frank at Envirolabs. We might be able to convince him that the bacteria is real and a threat."

"Quarantine first, then cure. The smell is returning."

"Yeah. We're always producing new odors to replace what we wash away. Too bad we can't turn our noses off."

"Maybe we can." She went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pine cleaner. Back in the living room, she took a whiff. "Great. I can't smell it anymore. We can't turn smell off, but we can overpower it with a strong scent. Try."

Jarod took a whiff. Pine scent filled his nostrils and the stink faded, drowned out by the cleaner.

"I wonder how long it will last?"

"I don't know. But any strong scent should work. Maybe even jalapenos?"

"That will work. Let's keep the cleaner with us for now and see if the Sikes are home."

They walked the four doors down it took and knocked on the door. There was no answer. Jarod tried the door and found it locked.

"Damn. Not home. God, I hope they haven't already spread it."

"I don't think Mrs. Sikes will have had a chance yet. She would have become affected over night and, if she woke up horny, I hope, masturbated like we did. It's Mike I'm worried about. I ravished him early enough that he would start feeling the cravings by midnight. If he went on a date, it'll be too late."

"And if he didn't, it's only a matter of time before he finds someone to screw today. We can't wander aimlessly looking for him. Let's get to Envirolabs."

The two headed down the elevator and walked out the door of the complex, running into Mike, who had just gotten back from Shelly's. Marie gave a silent prayer of thanks.

"Mike, I'm so glad to have found you." She walked up to him, only to see him recoil.

"God damn! You too. What's with the carrion stench perfume?"

"Mike. Have you smelled this before?"

"Yes. You and Shelly must be using the same perfume."

"Oh my God. Mike, it's not perfume. It's the disease."

"Disease? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Mike, can we talk inside, please?"

"Yeah, sure, just don't get too close."

They went up to Mike's place, shared with his mom. The three arranged themselves on a wide triangle that kept each from smelling the others. Mike, looking frustrated, asked, "What fucking disease?"

"Mike, I was infected with an STD that I didn't know about yesterday when I came onto you. It makes people horny and craving sex. That's why I lost control."

"Marie, you're nuts. I've had health and wellness. There's no such disease. STDs make your pecker fall off or kill you, not turn you into a sex maniac."

Jarod tried to explain. "It's not earthly, it's alien. It came from a meteorite that I found. I was infected, then I infected Marie and now she seems to have infected you. It doesn't just..."

"Wait! You screwed Marie? And then you screwed me, like sloppy seconds? You bitch! Get out!"

Mike stepped towards her and grabbed her arm. The pain that resulted caused him to let go and scream. Red marks indicated just where, on both bodies, they had touched.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Mike, that's what Jarod was trying to tell you. The disease, it just doesn't make you crave sex, it tries to get you to avoid those already infected, so it can spread more. So it makes you burn if you touch someone else infected and other infected people stink to high heaven. I'm telling you, it's alien and it will get out of control unless we can get you, your mom and this Shelly person to stop having sex."

"My mom. How did my mom get it?"

"That would be me. I lost control last night and we had sex. She's probably infected now. She has to stop having sex."

"You two are crazy! Get out! I don't know what drugs you've been doing, but it's making you both crazy and I don't want any part of it. Get out, or else!"

Marie and Jarod looked at each other. They both knew that they would never convince Mike that they were telling the truth. He clearly had a closed mind. They left the apartment and went down to the car, intending to follow their original plan, going to Envirolabs to see Frank Williams. Frank was a scientist. Envirolabs was the regional environmental testing lab and was responsible for processing soil and water samples from, not only Arizona, but several of the surrounding states as well. It had a well deserved reputation for accuracy and integrity, mostly due to the implacability of its chief scientist, Frank. He and his team never made assumptions about what they would find, having set up an internal double blind system of testing. If anyone in Humbol was likely to believe the evidence, it was Frank Williams.

It took thirty minutes to get to the lab. On the way, the two felt the stirrings of sexual need again, though it had not reached uncontrollable levels. Inside, they found Frank back in his office.

"Jarod! How's my favorite computer geek?"

"Funny you should ask, Frank. How busy are you today?"

"Not very right now. We're expecting some samples in the FedEx delivery this afternoon. What's up? You know I can't let you use the lab during the day."

"No, I don't need to use the lab, but I do need you to run some tests for me, on the record."

"Now you're being mysterious. Why does a video store clerk and part time amateur scientist need environmental testing done?"

"Bear with me, it will take some explaining. A few nights ago, a meteorite landed nearby and I was able to collect it. I ran a bunch of tests, collected samples, you know, the whole smear. There was a biological growth on the outside and I took scrapings of it as well as the usual mineral samples. When I drilled a core, I found that it was hollow and there was another growth inside the hollow space. Keep in mind, I thought there had been terrestrial contamination, possibly through some sort of micro-fracture. I assumed that the 24 hours that I had let pass was long enough to let it grow. I was wrong."

"Wrong in what way?" There was a peculiar expression on Frank's face that Jarod did not notice, though Marie did.

"The growth was not terrestrial. It was designed to release an alien bacterial spore and I had become infected with it when I took scrapings. The two growths, on the inside and outside, they were different, but when the combined, they produced an alien bacteria."

"Whoa! Jarod. Alien, as in from space? That's a pretty big leap."

"Not really. Once you see the bacteria, it is clearly not of this earth. It's in our blood and clearly visible."

"Our blood? Marie is infected too?"

"Yes I am. Jarod and I had sex after he was infected and it was passed to me," Marie added.

"You don't look sick."

"It doesn't seem to make you ill. It does have a detrimental effect." Marie's nose was wrinkling as the stench was getting stronger. The pine scent had worn off and their noses were being assaulted again.

Jarod picked up again. "It seems to make people incredibly horny. Eventually, after about 4-6 hours?" He looked at Marie and she nodded. "After 4-6 hours, the need for sex becomes nearly uncontrollable. We both were driven to sex with someone else and now there are four or five infected people, including us."

Frank leaned back in his chair. His expression was penetrating, trying to determine how serious these two were. He had never known Jarod to go off the deep end before, but this was just too weird. "What do you want me to do?"

"Take samples of our blood and look for the bacteria. Verify, independently, that there is an alien life form in us. Observe the other effects. Get the word out so we can stop the spread."

""I'm sorry, Jarod. I can't use the company's resources to test such a wild and improbable theory, certainly not for free. I know you can't afford the cost of testing. Plus, we're not set up for testing blood or for the presence of bacteria."

"All you need to do is look under a microscope. Any basic knowledge of high school biology will tell you it's not from this earth."

"Even if I see the thing in your blood, your symptoms are sexual arousal, something that happens normally. At worst, people have sex more often. I see no downside," he said with a grin.

Marie threw up her hands. "Dammit. This thing makes the urge to have sex uncontrollable. And there's the spread maximizing effects. Watch." She reached out and grasped Jarod's arm, holding on until it was too painful. When she let go, she showed her hand and Jarod's arm. "See this. It makes it painful to touch another infected person. So not only are you craving sex every six hours, but you are repulsed by sex with another infected person. There's also the smell. Infected people stink to one another. I can barely stand being near Jarod right now."

Frank's skeptical expression started to fade. That was an impressive demonstration. He wasn't convinced this was an alien bacteria, but maybe some mutation of a terrestrial one. "Okay, I'll take some samples and run some tests. We might not be able to get to them until tomorrow though."

"No good Frank," Jarod responded. "The thing does not live long outside the body. Any samples you take now would show nothing tomorrow. You need to look at them as soon as you draw the samples. We think the thing is so unable to exist under terrestrial conditions that it can only spread straight from one body to another, hence sexual transmission."

"Any other surprises you haven't told me about yet?"

"I don't think so. Although, I'm feeling pretty horny right now and will need some release soon. Fortunately, masturbation seems to be enough." Jarod's face turned red, as if he had touched it to Marie at the embarrassment of talking about such a personal subject.

"Come on. Let's take a look at your blood."

While they were getting the blood tested, Jessica Sikes was deep into yard sales. She was also experiencing an increasing need for sex. She thought nothing unusual about that, having a sexual appetite that seemed to know no bounds under normal circumstances. She was also unused to denying those needs and by the time she had reached her tenth yard sale, she was ready to fuck anything that moved.

This sale was being run by a middle aged man by the name of Harold Griswald. He had a large selection of books and a few knick knacks on a couple of large folding tables. Harold never really expected to sell much, he held sales to have someone to chat with and occasionally to put the moves on a willing female, especially if she was younger than he was.

Jessica looked at some of the things that were sitting on the tables, waiting for the other two people to leave. Once they were gone, she approached Harold and ran her hand up the middle of his back.

"Harold, how long has it been?"

"Jessica, you are looking so... desirable. It has been far too long. Are you interested in a book or knick knack?" he asked with a leer in his eye.

"The only knick knack I'm interested in is not on your tables." Her hand reached down and brushed his crotch and she was pleased to see that he was as ready as he's ever been.




Infection Ch. 04



"In that case, since business is so slow, let me give you some personal service."

He led the way to his front door, holding it open for her. He followed her in and shut the door behind him. Like any small town, everyone knew what it meant when Harold was not in his yard with his tables. His customers would take what they wanted, putting money in his cash box for them. Once the door was closed, Jessica grabbed him and planted her lips on his, forcing her tongue into his mouth.

Their hands roamed over each other, caressing through their clothes while pulling at them to get them off. Items of clothing came off in a seemingly random pattern as they tore at one another. While Jessica was being driven by the bacteria in her body and their relentless stimulation of her sexual centers, Harold's urgency was the product of an entire week of abstinence (he knew that he was unable to get it up very often, so he saved himself for these Saturdays). 

In short order, both were naked. Harold could smell her aroma. He felt her pussy and was pleased to find it was already wet. He brushed his fingers against her pussy lips, teasing her as she gasped and thrust against his hand. He took it away and brought it to her face where she licked it clean, moaning at the taste of herself. She grabbed his ass and pulled them tighter, feeling his cock pressing against her pelvis.

He pushed her back and guided her to the bedroom. Jessica's breathing was becoming shallower as her body was reacting to the presence of a man, the contact with his body and the relentless pressure from her own mind. Her nipples were erect and sensitive, while her pussy was soaked and her cunt was aching to be filled. Harold pushed her back onto the bed and began to run his hands along her body, sending her into fits at the rocketing arousal and unmet need. Every time Jessica tried to pull him down and fuck him, he pushed her back.

Harold was hard now, his cock just beginning to leak a little precum. He groaned at the feelings running through him. His cock was throbbing and every touch to it sent little shivers through his body that seemed to rebound back to his cock. Harold loved the feeling of tension when he forced himself to wait, to hold off and take his time. He brought his head down between Jessica's legs and started licking at her cunt. She cried out as the first touch of his tongue sent fire into her body. Her pussy lips quivered and tried to capture his tongue, but he kept himself free of her and licked the outer areas that were awash in her juices.

When her hands tried to push his head into her, he grabbed them and held them in one hand, immobile and helpless. His other hand caressed her legs or belly as he continued to lightly lap her up. Jessica was writhing in need, begging him to fuck her and fill her cunt. He had rested on top of her legs, keeping her from grabbing at him and pulling him in that way. She cursed and cried and wailed at the oh so too light touches his tongue was giving her.

He had driven her to the brink of orgasm while barely touching her cunt and pussy. When he stopped, she screamed in frustration and began to buck against him, desperate to get some satisfaction. Her pleas lost coherence as she babbled and cried for more; more touch and more intensity. Harold held her belly down and her hands immobile until she calmed down, whimpering softly. His member was aching, needing release from the engorging blood that it was filled with. With her as calm as she was going to get, he started back into her pussy with his mouth.

She responded immediately, her body beginning to writhe within seconds of the renewed stimulation. He only kept it up for a few minutes before his own need became too much. He pulled himself up and plunged his cock into her pussy. She screamed while he groaned as their needs were finally met. The feel of her warmth and wetness surrounding him sent him to ecstatic heaven. The ache in her cunt was finally filled. They thrust at one another, out of control. So worked up was Jessica, that she came in minutes, shaking on the bed, her cunt gripping at his cock rhythmically. 

Harold groaned as his cock was manhandled by the pussy it was in, but kept pumping. As she came down from her orgasm, Jessica gasped in pain as her too sensitive clit was being rubbed raw by the friction of his thrusts. Her arousal was not permitted to ebb and she was climbing towards a new climax before she had fully come down from her first. They both raced towards release with Jessica reaching her second orgasm first, ten minutes later, screaming at the near painful release. As her pussy once again clutched at his cock, he responded by grunting and filling her cunt with his cum as it flowed out of him in three or four jerks.

Harold collapsed on top of Jessica, breathing hard, his vision recovering from nearly blacking out. He remained on top of her, his softening cock remaining inside of her for several minutes. The bacteria did not need that time, having already crossed to his body while he had been fucking her. They had been drawn into his penis through the (relatively) gaping opening at the head of his cock. Eventually, Jessica rolled out from underneath him and cleaned up a bit in his bathroom before dressing and leaving. She returned home, just missing her son by ten minutes, as he responded to the bacterial induced desires in his own body.

Mike tried to not think about what Marie and Jarod had told him, but could not get the sight of his hand reddening at the touch of her skin and of the stink that both Shelly and Marie, as well as Jarod, had exuded. Could there be something to their story? As his own horniness increased, driving him to distraction, he was having more and more difficulty arguing against their theory in his mind. Unfortunately, as he was coming to believe that they were right after all, his own ability to exert self control was shrinking. 18 year olds are not noted for having superhuman levels of sexual self control and the needs he was feeling were now stronger than any normal ones he had ever had to deal with. He left the apartment, not really sure just what he was intending. He drove off in his car, just minutes before his mother drove up in hers.

He drove the streets, wriggling in the car as his cock became harder and harder. Every woman he passed seemed like the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. In the back of his mind, he knew he should not fuck anyone, but the need was getting too great. As his will cracked, he found himself on Bottle street, a hang out area for the three prostitutes that worked in Humbol (Humbol was small enough to have that small town charm, but large enough to have some of the problems that larger cities had). He convinced himself, not hard to do, that if he used a condom, there would be no chance of passing on whatever this was.

Pulling to the side at a corner, he rolled the window down and talked to the scantily clad lady standing there, a bored expression on her face. "How much for a blow job?"

"You don't waste any time, sugar. $50. How about it?"

"Deal. Hop on in."

"Sure thing." After she had gotten in, she told him, "Go ahead and park in the alley behind the casino. We won't be bothered there."

He drove the few blocks to reach the spot she had mentioned, parked, and turned towards her. She had a condom in her hand as she reached over and undid his pants to release his cock from it's imprisonment. She rolled the condom down over him and bent to take him into her mouth. She wasted no time on preliminaries and used all her skill to bring him to a climax as quickly as possible. She had long since become used to the unpleasant taste of latex and had him spurting into the reservoir in the rubber in just five minutes.

As his cock lost its rigidity, she caught it as he fell out and tossed it onto the ground outside. She closed him back up and he drove her back to the corner. A small amount of cum had gotten onto her hand and she wiped it off on the seat as she got out. Nothing would have resulted from the encounter, but for an open sore on the back of her hand, barely visible, that the semen had landed on. It was large enough that the bacteria was able to enter her body. By the time evening and her best business hours would arrive, she would be feeling the effects of the relentless action of the alien disease.

Even worse, the bacteria in the condom, protected by a sheath of latex armor, was not dying. An hour later, a casino worker would come out and clean the alley of the trash that had accumulated over the past 24 hours. He would pick up the rubber with hands that were covered in small paper cuts, a little of the semen getting onto him. While he would wash right away, it would not be fast enough, and he too would begin to experience the effects in a few hours, just as the casino was getting busy.

Back at the lab, Frank was looking like death warmed over. He had seen the bacteria and was appalled. He had no way to treat the problem or even get the warning out. That would require someone from the medical community. While Jarod and Marie were in the bathroom, masturbating again, he called an acquaintance of his, a doctor who worked in Flagstaff, to ask for his help.

"Justin, this is Frank."

"Frank? How have you been? I haven't heard from you since the Gillespie incident."

"Yeah, it has been that long. Listen, I have a problem down her in Humbol. Can you come down here and bring a small team with you? We may be in the middle of a outbreak of some sort."

Justin's voice went serious. "I should have known that you would not call for small talk." Justin and Frank had been on the opposite sides of the Gillespie incident. Justin thought it was a contagious outbreak while Frank was convinced it had been an environmental toxin. They had never determined what had been the cause, the deaths had simply stopped. The disagreement had been strong enough that all that had remained between them was professional respect.

Frank agreed. "No, I suppose not. I can't explain what's going on, it's too weird. But it is potentially one of the worst disasters that you could imagine."

"How many deaths?"

"If only whatever it was, was killing. No one has died, yet it has the potential to end human life on this planet."

"How? Is this some kind of joke?"

"No joke, Jacob. You know me better than that. Just get you and a team down here, fast."

"All right. I'll be there in eight hours. Is it contained?"

"I think so, but only because it's been caught early enough it hasn't had time to leave Humbol itself. Time is of the essence."

"I'll be there. Hold the fort."

As he hung up the phone, Jarod and Marie had returned.

"Jarod, I've called someone who can take action to contain this. He'll be here in eight hours or less. I need you two to be available for more tests. You'll probably be quarantined as well. Can you deal with that?"

"We've been sort of doing that already. Just knowing that someone is taking this seriously will be enough. Can we wait at my place? Marie and I won't go anywhere or interact with anyone."

"That will be fine. I'll call you when he gets here."

*

I want to thank my new proofreader for her hard work. She does wish to remain anonymous. 



Infection Ch. 05



Chapter Five

Epidemic

Jarod and Marie headed for the car and started driving back to Jarod's place. They figured that it would be safer to stay there, since it was more secluded, being a house instead of an apartment.

"Jarod. Do you think we're in time? Is it contained?"

"I really don't know. I guess we have to act as if it is? If it isn't, then the world is in big trouble. Can you imagine this thing loose in Phoenix?" Jarod shuddered at the thought of an intelligently acting STD loose in a city of several million instead of a town of 10,000.

"I wish we had managed to get through to Mike Sikes. I can just see him screwing other teens and spreading this thing among the least controllable population."

"Not a pretty thought. Teenagers are already sex crazed; at least many of them are. Some may not even realize that they are any different at…"

Jarod broke off, feeling like he couldn't breath, or rather, that his breathing wasn't doing any good. He started to breath faster and faster, desperation sinking in, as his body was reacting to a complete lack of commands to inhale. As the car started to swerve, Marie reached over and grabbed the wheel, trying to keep the car straight. She nudged the gear shift into neutral, letting the engine rev and the car coast to a stop.

Once stopped, she slammed the car into park and grabbed an empty fast food bag off of the floor and held it over Jarod's mouth and nose. She had recognized what was happening immediately. Although she was surprised that he would start hyperventilating at that particular moment. Hyperventilation was normally the result of breathing too fast and clearing the blood of carbon dioxide. The body judged when to breathe by the presence of the waste product, not the oxygen. Jarod had not been doing anything to provoke such a reaction.

As his breaths used up the oxygen in the bag, he was forced to increase the CO2 levels in his body, allowing normal breathing to resume. Slowly, calm returned to Jarod's face, though confusion stayed.

"You started to hyperventilate. Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I don't know. There was no reason that I saw for it. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yes. But maybe you'd better drive, just in case."

They switched positions and Marie drove the rest of the way to Jarod's house. As she drove, she could not shake the feeling that there was something significance in what just happened. She could not place what it was though. Her fingers drummed nervously on the wheel as she tried to make her brain work. Her frustration mounted as her thoughts kept turning to sex.

"Marie, what's wrong?"

"There's something I'm missing. Your attack means something, but I can't focus. I keep thinking about sex!"

"I guess being a woman makes you unused to thinking about sex all the time."

"That is so sexist!" Marie stopped when she looked over and saw the shit eating grin on Jarod's face. "Ha, ha… Seriously. The fact that you hyperventilated, out of the blue, is important somehow. If I could just get my mind off of sex. I'm so fucking tired of masturbating when I really want to make love to you."

"I'd rather do that too, Marie. Maybe…"

"Maybe what? Spit it out."

"Maybe if we had sex in the shower. We were able minimize the pain and smell right after showering. It follows that, during a shower, we might be safe, or at least safe enough to enjoy ourselves."

"That's a wonderful idea. I can't stop thinking about sex, so we should do something about it. Are you up to it right away?"

"I don't know. I did just jack off. I'd certainly like to try. God knows the bacteria seems to be creating a high level of sexual stamina. Might as well take advantage of it," he answered with that grin on his face again.

The rest of the trip was filled with anticipation. They were able to ignore the bacteria caused stench as they anticipated the pleasure to come. Once they reached the house, the couple went inside and moved towards the bathroom.

"We should start separately, to minimize the pain, okay?" Jarod suggested.

"Sounds good. You first."

"Oh ho. Sounds like someone is addicted to the sight of my manly physique," Jarod drawled, as he took his clothes off. "Of course, this addict for a certain womanly view sees no reason why we both can't undress at the same time."

Marie smiled and started removing her clothes as well. Having had to avoid any touch for so long (in their eyes), the disrobing was hurried and anxious. Once naked, they stared at each other, taking in the pleasing sight of the person each was falling in love with. Mesmerized with each other, their eyes lost the intensity only when the smell had climbed to nearly unbearable levels. Both were breathing heavily and perspiring with the heat of their passion.

"I'd better start the shower," Jarod stammered as he turned to the tub.

In the tub, he turned the water on to hot, but not scalding. His cock was already semi-erect as he started to wash down his body, cleaning the residue that activated the smells and pain. The actual cleaning process, including his hair, was short and quick,. Marie had come to stand near the shower stall with the door partly open so she could watch him. When he stepped back, there was no discernable odor from him.

"I think it's working," she said as she climbed in and got under the spray herself. She quickly washed her own body down as Jarod's cock completed the short and pleasant task of becoming erect. Her hair took longer to clean, given its below the shoulder length (while the shampoo wouldn't have been her first choice, it was serviceable). Jarod was entranced by the sight of water and suds running down her back, into her ass crack and oozing around her ass cheeks to flow unhindered along her legs. He noted with the back of his mind that the smell was gone.

He slipped up behind her and put his arms tentatively around her, ready to jerk away at the slightest pain. When a slight tingle was the only result, he embraced her fully, his hands running across her belly and breasts, sliding in the water that now poured over both their bodies.

"Oh God, I have wanted to feel you do this for too long," Marie moaned, leaning back into his embrace.

Jarod reached down and kissed her neck, moving his kisses across her face, to her lips, as she bent her head back to reach his mouth. Her hands reach behind her and found his ass. She caressed the only part of him she could reach right then as he continued to caress her front; belly, breasts, sides. Jarod could feel her body reacting to his touch. Marie's nipples were hardening and her flesh was warming up (he was conscious of the danger of that one). He was also aware of an aroma, this one quite pleasant. He recognized the smell of her pussy juices, smiling at the memories of her initial seduction of him.

As Marie's moans grew more frantic and her body started to writhe in his grasp, he allowed one hand to slip down to her pussy. Her bush was soaked with a mixture of water and natural lube that the shower could not fully wash away, thanks to the never ending supply beig produced. As she gasped at the contact with her sex, he kissed her again, capturing her moans with his own mouth. His tongue brushed the inside of her mouth in time with his fingers as they stroked the outside of her mound. Wanting to tease her a little more, he carefully avoided her clit,.

Marie's hands had managed to slip between their bodies and find his cock, hard, slick and throbbing. She played her fingers along the length, letting her trapped mouth capture his moans as he was capturing hers. One finger found the tip of him and came away wet with precum. Sheltering it from the shower spray, she brought it to her face and, turning away from his kiss briefly, licked it off. When he didn't balk at resuming the kiss with his own taste in her mouth, she melted even more.

Jarod released his embrace and turned Marie around. Holding her legs, he knelt down in front of her and brought his face up against her pussy. His fingers peeled back the damp mass of pubic hair so his tongue had unfettered access to the lips that glistened with the mixed moisture on them. Water sprayed onto Marie's back to cascade down her body, front and back. The water down her front ran in streams around her breasts that rejoined to flow down her belly and onto Jarod's head. As Jarod's tongue made swipes at Marie's lips, water mixed in his mouth with her juices , forming a uniquely tasty cocktail. Marie's hands reached out to the sides of the shower to brace herself against the waves of pleasure that were making her legs weak.

Lap after lap of Jarod's tongue was driving Marie crazy. Each trip across the folds of her pussy folds sent a burst of lightning through her that ended too soon. His inexperience was killing her and she could not, after several minutes, help but to start giving directions. "Slower, longer, get inside me. Oh God! Oh God!"

Without a second thought, Jarod followed the instructions and slowed his approach, letting his tongue linger longer and penetrate the folds to access the secrets inside. He was rewarded with guttural groans from Marie and a trembling from her entire body. With his face firmly buried in her crotch, he shifted his hands to hold her against him by her ass. This had the added benefit of helping her stay erect, in spite of the increasing weakness in her legs. Marie's moans became increasingly frantic, as did her body's trembling. As he heard her breath become shorter and faster, he took the next stroke of his tongue a little higher, swiping at her clit and raising its hood off.

Marie screamed at the intensity of sensation that hit her like a freight train. Her hands left the sides of the shower of their own accord and grabbed Jarod's head to hold it in place. His next attack didn't just swipe her clit, it lingered there, diddling it like an erect nipple on her breast. She screamed again as she felt the impact of a lightening stroke run through her body. In the middle of the scream, her whole body went rigid and then started to shake. Her orgasm rocketed through her, starting at her cunt and racing at light speed along every nerve in her body. Only Jarod's grip on her ass, holding her against his face, kept her from falling down. He kept up contact with her clit until she stopped shaking and he felt her body relax.

Remembering her admonition about post orgasmic clit sensitivity, he let up, lightly licking at her pussy lips. He stood up as that portion of her body ceased its own quivers, embracing her again. His erect cock rested against her legs, throbbing and giving off heat. In her post orgasm glow, she realized that he needed release as well. 

As she broke free of his embrace, she said, "Your turn, hot stuff." She knelt at his feet, feeling the water that impacted his chest run down onto her arms as she lightly scraped them down his chest. Once on her knees, she licked at the shaft in front of her, enjoying the jerk it made with every touch. Jarod's moans from above her were a musical accompaniment to her actions. Now Jarod was holding onto the sides of the stall, keeping himself up. Sensing that he was close, Marie took him into her mouth and began to fuck his cock with her mouth. She had never mastered the art of deep throating, and in fact had never understood the point. She liked to taste a man when he came in her mouth, and deep throating made sure that never happened (she would never understand the attraction to men that the feeling of a throat swallow against your cock had). When she recognized the familiar tensing of his cock, she took him out to just the head and flicked it with her tongue. Jarod lost it and came, hard. 

In spite of having masturbated just 90 minutes ago, he unloaded four full spurts of cum into her mouth. Marie let the cum build up in her mouth, not swallowing right away. As he became spent, she milked him of the last few drops still in his softening penis and let him plop out of her mouth. Standing, she brushed his face to get his attention. Once he was looking, she opened her mouth and let him see her swallow his load and the smile on her face as she did so.

"That is so fucking sexy! You could do pornos with a stunt like that." 

Marie looked up at him and saw the playful smile on his face. Recognizing the compliment for what it as, she replied with a sultry, "Oh, you say the kindest things."

By now, the water had gotten lukewarm, so they turned off the shower and dried off. Jarod's bed smelled too much like him for Marie to be able to stand sleeping in it, so she took the couch instead of Jarod. The two were very tired and were asleep in just a few minutes. While they slept, and Justin was driving his team down to Humbol, ominous events were taking place elsewhere.

Perhaps the least ominous were those initiated by the hooker that Kevin had visited. The bacteria had taken root in her body about the same time that Jarod and Marie were falling asleep. She had already had three customers since then, but had not passed the bacteria on to anyone because of her insistent demand for condom use. With her customers insulated from the bacteria in her cunt, she had not passed it on to anyone yet. Now, however, she was feeling the effects of the bacteria's actions on her own body. Her desire for sex, something that was rarely present when she was working, was making itself felt. As a rule, johns don't take the time to make sure the hooker gets off. The sole effect of the bacterial infection on Cherry (her street name) was that she masturbated to a climax twice that night.

More problematic was Lawrence, the casino worker. Lawrence Childs was in the sixth hour of his shift, the one that started with policing the outer grounds of the casino. He was feeling incredibly horny, more than normal for working in a casino staffed with voluptuous women dressed to distract the average gambler. He had already made three trips to the restroom in an attempt to keep a stain from showing in the front of his pants from the precum leaking from his cock. Now he was experiencing an incredible hard-on coupled with intense raw desire. He was looking forward to the end of his shift, when he could see his girlfriend and get some relief.

An hour later, he knew he would never make it. He had never had a hard-on that had been this hard, for this long. For three weeks, Angela, one of the dealers had been making it clear that she wanted him and was willing to use her break to do it. He made sure that he was in the break room when she took her lunch. Angela's face lit up with pleasure when she saw him waiting for her.

"Larry! What a pleasant surprise. Does this mean what I think it means?" Angela unbuttoned the top few buttons of her uniform while she talked. Angela was an actual example of a nymphomaniac, a woman who wanted sex all the time and never seemed to be unready for it. Her cunt would juice up at the slightest hint that there was a possibility of sex, no matter how remote. She spent a lot of time damp between her legs.

"Angie." He moved closer as he spoke. "I've been thinking about you and you can feel what it's done." He leaned up against her, letting her feel his cock's rigidity. "Are you still interested?"

"Larry, I'm always interested. I have just the place."

She led him to one of the dressing rooms and locked the door. His hands went for her skirt lifting it up to her waist. Her hands pulled her panties down from her hips, letting them drop down to her knees. As they dropped, she undid his pants, letting them drop and shoving his boxers down after them. He wasted no time plunging himself into her cunt. He was primed and on the verge at the first thrust. Her hand reached down and diddled her own clit. Both rocketed to their climaxes in a matter of minutes. His cum poured into her quivering pussy, infecting her with the alien bacteria. 

If the bacteria had planned it, it could not have made a better choice to infect. Angela would never feel the increased need and desire from the bacteria because she would have sex more often than it would prompt her. Her shift ended in five hours and she would start passing the bacteria to others in six. By the end of twenty four hours, she had infected five people directly, four men and one woman. One of those men would not be from Humbol, a tourist there for gambling from nearby Utah.

At their apartment, Jessica and Kevin Sikes were dealing with one of the after affects of their infection. Kevin was now convinced, in spite of his wishes otherwise, that Jarod and Marie were telling the truth. His mother stank to high heaven and was complaining about how he smelled. They had not yet touched, but he was sure what would happen. 

"Mom, I'm telling you, it's some new kind of STD. I caught it from Marie and you caught it from Jarod. We can smell it on others who are infected. They said the disease wants to spread and takes steps to make sure that it doesn't ‘waste it's time'."

"How can a virus be smart? That's just stupid."

"I know how it sounds, but how else can you explain it? Worse, if we were to touch, we would burn ourselves. Watch."

Kevin moved up and brushed his finger across his mother's arm. Both cried out at the pain and Jessica stared at the burn mark on her arm that was fading as she watched. The pain did not stop the incredible levels of arousal that were bombarding her body. She had already masturbated once since screwing Harold at his place. Her ability to hold off was failing and she was beginning to see her son as sexually available as well, or rather she had until his touch burned.

"Is this some kind of terrorist bio-weapon thingy that we read about in the Star?"

"They said it came from space. I don't know about that, but they told me that we would have this smell problem and touch problem. Maybe it's not from space, but it is real."

"And this thing, this virus from space, is why I'm so desperate for sex?"

"Yes. Jacking off helps though."

"I don't intend to spend the rest of my life without sex, boy. If we have a disease, we should go to the doctor. Come on, we're going to the urgent care clinic."

"Wouldn't they have done that if it would help?"

"Jarod and Marie? Those two are probably so embarrassed about fucking anyone, that they wouldn't go to the doctor if his dick was falling off. Come on."

The mother and son, taking separate cars to control the smell, drove to the Humbol medical center. The center ran an urgent care clinic. It didn't have the ability to perform full ER treatment, but could handle any number of minor emergencies, from cuts, broken bones to moderate illness. 

"Hello. What's the nature of your problem." The receptionist had a cheerful face on, probably the result of there being only two other people in at that time. The waiting area was empty.

Jessica, in her usual forth right manner answered. "My son tells me that we have both been infected with an STD and we would like it treated."

"I see. Have you been tested?"

"Were you listening? I said, we were told we had been infected. We want it treated."

"Ma'am, until we know which disease, we can't treat it. So we need to get you tested. If I can get your names, we can get a chart pulled or started for you."

Jessica gave them the information, not letting Kevin get a word in edge-wise. The receptionist worked the computer and charts for both were ready in minutes. She asked them to wait and put the charts inside the lab door for the techs. It was only a few minutes before the tech called for them.

"Kevin, Kevin Sikes?"

Jessica got up, motioning for Kevin to follow her. "We'll both go together," she told the tech.

"I'm sorry, only one at a time, ma'am."

"Listen, son, this is my son."

"He's 18 ma'am, an adult. He comes back alone."

"Listen asshole, I told you…"




Infection Ch. 05



"Ma'am, sit down or I'll have you arrested!"

Jessica, realizing that she wasn't going to win this battle, backed off. The tech led Mike to a room in the back.

"What makes you think that you have contracted an STD?"

"The girl I slept with told me she had passed it to me. Also, I have been experiencing the symptoms that she described."

"What symptoms?"

"Ah, this will be hard to believe, but, when I'm near someone who is also infected, such as my mom, or the girl, it smells like they stink to high heaven. When we touch, it burns and leaves a red rash, though it fades quickly. And, I, uh… I… get aroused and desperate for sex a lot."

The tech looked at him. "Is this some kind of joke? If it is, I'll see you in jail."

"I know it's weird, but if you get my mom in here, I can show you the burning and rash."

"You're serious."

"Yes."

"Okay, wait here."

The tech went out and called Jessica back. "Mrs. Sikes," he said as they walked back to the room. "You're son has made some outlandish claims about this disease. If you can't verify his story, I'll call the police. I don't like having my time and the resources of this clinic wasted."

In the room, the tech noted that both Sikes had grimaced, as if smelling a skunk. He turned towards Kevin and ordered, "Show me."

Kevin looked apologetically at his mom and reached out and grabbed her arm. They both cried in pain. A red rash appeared where they were touching. The tech raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know how that is possible. Let's draw some blood."

While he was drawing blood, he asked them about their sexual history. They told him about the initial infections and the onset of symptoms. He seemed taken aback by the incredibly short incubation time. Once the blood was drawn, he advised them to remain celibate until they could be treated. He got contact information for the two people they had had sex with since infection (Mike did not tell about the hooker). He promised to call them with results the next day.

"Can't you give us something to kill this bug, whatever it is?"

"Without knowing what it is, we can't treat it properly."

"Hell, just give us some antibiotics."

"First, I'm not a doctor, so I can't prescribe anything. Second, indiscriminate use of antibiotics is what results in resistant strains. Look, it's clear you're in no danger of dying in the next 24 hours, so just wait until tomorrow and we'll know what to do."

Disgusted, Jessica stormed out of the clinic, her son following close behind. She prepared to get into her car and looked at him.

"Kevin, go home, I'll be back later."

"Mom." He knew what she was going to do. He had known what she did on her ‘nights out' for over five years. "You can't. you'll spread it."

"So what? It's not fatal. It doesn't really hurt you."

Grabbing her arm, he shouted, "Is this, not being hurt!"

Her hand swung and a slap echoed from his face. "Don't you dare! I am your mother and you will do as I say. Now go home and shut up."

Kevin knew he couldn't win. If it weren't for the burning, he would consider hauling her home by force. But, he would never be able to keep it up long enough to keep her there. Meekly, he left his car, hoping that once the disease was identified, that someone would take steps to stop the spread. Anyway, he had to call Shelly, warn her.

Once he was upstairs, he dialed her number, ignoring the late hour. There was no answer. He tried her cell and found that it was out of service, telling him it was turned off. "She only turns it off when she's at home," he thought to himself. "I need to go there, tell her. First, though, I need to jack off. This is killing me."

The bacteria had him so aroused and desperate that it only took less than a minute of stroking himself, to cum. He was surprised to see just how much semen he produced. No stranger to masturbation, he knew that there was no way that he would normally produce that much cum, just eight hours after the last time he came. He assumed, correctly, that this was a byproduct of the infection.

He drove to Shelly's house and was surprised to find a light on. "If she's at home, why didn't she answer the phone?" he thought. He went up to her door and knocked. There was no answer, though he could hear noise through the door. He knocked harder. The noise paused briefly and resumed. Then he heard an all too familiar scream. "Damn! Shelly's cumming."

Trying the door, it opened and he walked in. The light was visible under Shelly's bedroom door. Walking to it, he heard two voices. He knew he would catch hell for this, but he opened her door to see her rolling off of Brent Harcourt. Everyone seemed to speak at the same time.

"Shit!"

"Kevin! You ass! What are you doing here?"

"Shelly! My God you can't be doing this!"

Shelly's anger rose up at light speed. Seemingly unaware of her nudity, she came to her feet and slapped Kevin across the face before the stench registered. Pain erupted in her hand and red showed on her hand and Mike's face.

"Shelly. It's some kind of STD. The stench, the pain when we touch. It's some kind of new VD thing. We have to not give it to anyone else."

"God damn bitch! You dosed me with some fucking disease?"

"Brent, I didn't know. In fact, it sounds too crazy. Mike, how can a disease make us stink only to each other and have our touch become painful? It doesn't make sense."

"I know it doesn't, but it's happening. It's affected my mom too. She caught it from someone else and now she stinks and we hurt when we touch."

"Wait a minute," Brent interrupted. "Just which disease are you talking about? Diseases don't make you stink."

"This one is new," Mike said. "Jarod Michaels says it came from some meteor. It infected him, then he infected Marie Foster. She infected me…"

"You had sex with Marie Foster!"

"Please, Shelly. She came onto me, practically threw herself on me. It was the disease."

"Not for you, it wasn't. You could have said no."

"Well, look at you. You're in bed with someone else too."

"I couldn't help it. Do you have any idea how horny I got?"

"You could have called me, or rubbed off. That's what I've been doing."

"Like you did with Marie?"

"Uh, Shelly, Kevin? What does this disease do?"

Kevin looked at Brent. "As near as I can tell, it makes you super horny every few hours, painfully so if you let it go too long. It makes anyone else with the disease stink to high heaven to you. And the touch of anyone else that is infected causes this burning pain and the red marks."

"Do you mean to tell me that you can't have sex with the same person twice?"

"Yes… no you can't. Well, I suppose if you're into lots of pain you could. It seems to be very contagious too."

Shelly asked, "Masturbating helps?"

"It did for me."

They all looked at each other. Shelly and Brent did not want to believe Kevin, but the evidence of the marks, and for Shelly, the stink, was hard to ignore. As they stood there, they became cognizant of the fact that two were naked and covered in sexual fluids.

Shelly spoke up first. "I want to get cleaned up, dressed."

"Yeah, you both should. I'll wait in the living room."

"I'll take a shower after you, Shelly." Brent pulled a sheet around himself and waited for Shelly to finish.

In short order, the two had cleaned up and all three sat in the main room of Shelly's flat. A silence hung in the air, oppressive in what wasn't being said.

Kevin spoke up, standing as he did. "I'd better go. I only came over to tell you about the infection. Brent, you should stay the night. If you two stink to each other in the morning, you'll know that you caught it. That's how long it took for us. Oh, and don't sleep together unless you like waking in pain." Shelly grimaced at the reminder of the previous morning. Kevin left, returning to his apartment.

Harold Griswald was having a really good day. He had already jacked off once this afternoon and was horny again by nine. He was thrilled to find that his sexual endurance, a thing of legend in his youth (or so he told himself), had returned. He wasn't about to waste this on his right hand. He left his place and drove to the Hungry Lion, a bar that was frequented by singles on the make.

Harold was not much to look at. He had a beer gut, his face was not a chiseled vision of manhood and he was noticeably older than the average customer in the bar. Yet, his reputation, with small town efficiency, was well known. The word of his abilities during yard sales caused a few of the women in the bar to overlook the obvious physical shortcomings and focus on the thought of having found a potential partner who knew how to make a woman feel good in bed.

Harold took stock of the bar, noticing three ladies who were eying him with interest instead of disdain, or worse. Only one was a looker and she was surrounded by other, younger guys. Harold did not want to have to work at it tonight, so he concentrated on the less than heavenly visions. He took a table that was equidistant from the two and sat where he could see both. One was a bit short, only 5 feet 2 inches with breasts that were proportional (about apple sized) and a bit of extra weight on her thighs. The second was taller, 5 feet 7 inches, but had breasts too large for her frame, almost like a short Dolly Parton. Everything about her spoke ‘bought and paid for'. 

The waitress came over to take his order. "I'll have a white Russian and give the lovely lady over there another of whatever she's having, on me."

"I can do that."

He watched her bring the lady her drink and, when she looked back at him smiling, he raised his own glass in a beckoning gesture. She left the girl she was with and came over to his table.

"Thanks for the drink. My name's Liz."

"Harold. Nice to meet you Liz. You're looking very lovely tonight."

She blushed at the compliment. "Not really. There are lots of others prettier than me."

Harold understood the secret to good flattery. It had to contain an element of truth, the more the better. Liz would not be flattered by being told she was gorgeous because she knew it wasn't remotely true. "Maybe. But I didn't say pretty, I said lovely. Lovely is a description of the entire woman, inside and out. The way you looked at me put me at ease. You seemed very comfortable in this meat market, telling me you have self assurance. Put that all together in a nice wrapper, and we have lovely."

Liz was blown away by this suave gentleman and his self confidence. Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, he had her talking about herself while he listened intently. Taking advantage of the fact that anyone who comes to the Hungry Lion regularly is looking for sex, he broached the subject somewhat openly.

"Would you like to go home with me? I'd like to continue complimenting you in a more direct fashion."

"If you're as good at that as you have been here, I'd like that."

"Do you have your own car?"

"No, I came with my friend. So I guess I'm all yours."

They left, Liz giving a thumbs up to her friend who winked back and mouthed, "Call me."

Harold opened the passenger door for Liz and then got in the driver's seat. On the drive back to his house, his hand rested on her leg, lightly caressing it without straying under her skirt. Her hand rubbed the arm that was reaching over. Her touch was electrifying and Harold found that his cock was hardening with some speed. She was turning into a vision of beauty in Harold's eyes. He could smell her female scent, evidence that she was becoming aroused as well. He could not see it from his seat in the car, but Liz's nipples were erect, trying to poke through the fabric of her blouse, unfettered by a bra. Her pussy had become damp, moisture forming on her lips, within the confines of her panties, which had nothing to do with the temperature.

At his house, Harold once again opened the door for Liz (he was a holdover from a different age). Leading her by the hand, they walked up to the house and went inside. The sight of his living room spoke widower but not mourning. There was a picture of he and his former wife on one wall and feminine decorative touches remained in the room, almost shrine like. The overriding theme was all man, however, speaking to the feminine parts as honor instead of reverence. Liz was immediately comfortable in the house, the traces of Mrs. Griswald reassuring her that the man who lived here would treat any woman with kindness and respect. Neither noticed the blinking on the answering machine.

Liz turned towards Harold, wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. Harold's arms encircled her waist and drew her closer so that he could take the kiss up a notch. His tongue probed her mouth and found a receptive partner in her own. As their tongues danced, hands moved on their own accord, looking for places that sparked reactions in the other. Harold found the nape of Liz's neck. She responded to the pressure against it with moans from her lips. She pressed her head back against his fingers, inviting pressure to keep her in the kiss. His other hand found a responsive ass that wiggled under the caresses he lavished on it. For her part, Liz's hands found that a scar underneath his shirt (bullet wound from Vietnam) provoked whimpers from him as well as throbbing motions from his cock, resting against her belly. While his hair seemed to do nothing for him, she loved the way it felt sliding though her fingers.

When their kiss broke off, they, by an unspoken agreement, began to remove their clothes, working their way to the bedroom as they did. Harold set Liz on the bed and began to caress her in earnest. When she tried to bring her own hands up to caress him as well, he gently took them and moved them back to the bed. He started with her breasts, drawing circles on them with his fingers, little spirals that reached her nipples and left them after lingering there briefly. She arched her back, trying to make the contact stronger, firmer. 

Once her nipples had reached rock like stiffness, poking up like little rockets, he bent his mouth to them and let the tip of his tongue flick across one, then the other. Each brought a cry from her along with an arch that left only her head and feet in contact with the bed. His hands firmly pressed her back to the bed and held her there while he repeated the sensual torture with his tongue. When her arms came up to pull his head close, he grabbed them and trapped them in one hand. Her body, trapped on the bed with one hand and rendered unable to bring him closer with his other, writhed under the not quite assault on her breasts.

Her cries took the form of pleading. "Please, more, I need more." For quite a while, he ignored her pleas, holding her firm, barely licking at her breasts. When she had reached the state of being a writhing mass of desire, unable to find words to express what she wanted, he let the hand on her belly slide to her mound, cupping it, while his mouth took an entire nipple and areola into it. A barely understood, "Yes!" echoed off the walls as her crotch humped his hand. Harold held his hand perfectly still, firmly against her cunt, but not pressing against it hard, and let her own motions rub him against her. His hand was in just the place where she could not get her clit against it, causing her to moan in frustration.

Liz was hot, and not just in a sensual way. Her body was warm and flushed from the long arousal it had been forced to endure. Harold's slow teasing had taken 45 minutes so far, and he was still at it. His own cock was painfully hard, yet he made no move to get relief, letting precum spill out the tip and run slowly down the sides. Taking her to the next level, he bent his middle finger so that it penetrated her lips on the next hump. Liz gasped at the feeling of penetration, finally obtained. Her thrusts increased in pace and force, fucking herself against his hand and finger. She willingly took herself to a new plateau, knowing that there still wasn't enough to let her cross into orgasm land.

Her breath was now coming in ragged gasps as her body was straining at the limits of endurance. Harold knew she was ready and took his hand away from her pussy. Her cry of, "No!" was stopped when he climbed on top of her, moving her wrists so that one was in each of his hand, pinned to the bed above her head. He was kneeling between her legs, his cock inches away from where she wanted it to be, his head poised directly above hers. Seeing his smile, she did not even think as to whether he would be repulsed and asked for her own personal kink.

"Spit in my mouth, please." Her mouth opened wide, presenting itself as a target.

Harold was surprised, but not shocked, at the request. He had had many lovers with many strange requests. This was just another one. He let spit build up in his mouth and then forced it out to drip into her waiting orifice. She moaned in clear ecstasy, gurgling his mouth's liquids before swallowing and opening wide again. he built up another batch and, as he slowly penetrated her pussy, let it drip into her mouth in the middle of the gasp caused by his thrust. This time, she forced it back out of her mouth to run across her cheeks and chin.

"More," she begged, her mouth closed. 

In response, he let a dribble of spit land on her face randomly with every stroke he made into her. His pace was maddeningly slow for her. His legs were positioned to make it hard for her to thrust back with any force. She did extract one of her hands at one point, using it to smear the spittle on her face all over her, down onto her neck and breasts. When he saw what she was doing, he let the other hand loose and it joined the first. She smeared the stuff all the way down to her hips, where one finger managed to touch her clit. The contact, so long sought, was like a sledgehammer of pleasure, pulling a scream from her and tipping her into her orgasm.

Her whole body began to shake under Harold, the glitter of light in the fluid covering her, becoming a multi-colored rainbow. Her cunt spasmed and gripped at the cock that was still sliding into her, sending Harold into his own climax. Cum erupted from his cock and filled her, so it felt. He cried out as his cock pulsed five full streams of semen and several lesser pulses, all filled with alien bacteria. Spent, both collapsed on the bed, Harold having just enough presence of mind to do it sideways, so as to not crush Liz.

"That was so fucking fantastic," she moaned.

"So, you like it messy?"

"God, yes. Thank you so much. Most guys are grossed out."

"What's so gross about a woman's face when she's in heaven?"

They both laughed a little at his intentional missing of the point.

"Do you want to clean up, or do you prefer to sleep messy too?" he asked.

"I like sleeping in everything left on me from sex, but it usually trashes the bed."

"I do know how to wash my sheets," he replied, tracing a finger though the slick liquid covering her.

She wriggled against his touch, giggling. "Careful, you will have to follow through with any promises that finger makes."

"I'm up to it."

"Unfortunately, I'm not. I have to work tomorrow morning. I suppose I should get back home."

"Okay. I'll give you a lift."

"No, that's okay. My friend will come and get me. She's going to want all the details and the ride will give me a chance. You stay here, I'll call her on my cell."

"If you're sure?"

"Yes, I am. You were wonderful Harold, and I want to do more someday. Are you having your yard sale again on Saturday?"

"Every week, like cock work."

They both laughed again as she rolled out of bed and retrieved her clothes and cell. In reality, she knew better than to call her roommate. She should be in bed with her own guy and would resent any call less than life threatening. She called a cab and was shortly on her way home.




Infection Ch. 05



Justin Jarvi and his team from the CDC office in Flagstaff drove through the night while the bacteria spread itself with relentless abandon. By the time they had arrived in Humbol at six in the morning, the number of infected had tripled, most unaware that they were infected at all. Frank, having slept in the office, was waiting for him. The lab tech had tried to call Harold to warn him of his risk of passing on an STD, but had gotten his machine. His call to Shelly came shortly after Kevin had left.

At the Humbol arms, a tourist, happy with his evening of gambling and sex, had left a wake up call for 7, intending to return to Utah first thing. He slept peacefully, unaware that an alien bacteria growing in his body was poised to leave the small town of Humbol, Arizona and spread to Cedar City, Utah. He only knew that he had to prepare for a conference in Seattle Washington. His plane from Salt Lake City left in two days. In three days, the epidemic that was just starting, would become a pandemic, unless something happened to stop it.

I want to thank my editor, who wishes to remain anonymous, for her hard work.



Infection Ch. 06



Chapter Six

Containment

Jarod woke to the sound of his phone ringing. Reaching over to grab the phone, he saw that it was 6:15. "Yeah?" his groggy voice answered.

"Jarod, this is Frank. Justin's here and wants to take some samples from the two of you. How soon can you be here?"

As he listened to Frank, Jarod was aware of how hard his cock had gotten. At the very least, he would have to masturbate before he left. He was sure Marie would feel the same way. "It will take about half an hour."

"Okay. See you shortly. Oh, and Jarod, try not to have any sex or bathe before you get here. Justin wants to work out how the bacteria is accomplishing its effects."

"Okay, I'll try."

As he hung up the phone, he saw Marie standing naked in the door to his room. He could see the need on her face. Her pussy glistened with moisture and her tits had erect nipples. Even at this distance, he could tell that they were hard enough that they could be painful.

"That was Frank. His friend is there and they want to see us to get samples. They don't want us to clean off or have any sex."

"No sex! God, I'm so horny I could fuck a frat house."

"I know," he said, throwing his covers off. "I feel the same way, at least the same way about a sorority house. But Justin wants to try to determine how the bacteria is acting, probably to try to come up with a symptomatic stop gap."

"Darn. He's right. They need to find out how..." 

Marie started gasping for breath. She was hyperventilating, badly. Jarod, recognizing what he had gone through earlier, rushed to the bathroom and recovered the bag he had used from his waste can. But, when he got to her, she put her hand up, stopping him from giving her the treatment.

"No... gasp... impor... gasp... tant... gasp... run... gasp... course..."

Recalling that she had felt something of importance about his bout, he held off, waiting for her to ask for help. As he watched, her breathing became shallower and faster, as if each breath was not doing what it was supposed to do. She collapsed to her knees, too weak to stand. She put her hand up again when he moved to put the bag over her face. 

"Marie, you're going pale, almost white, dead white. Let me help!"

Marie's vision was beginning to tunnel, blackness edging her periphery and expanding. She knew she was beginning to pass out, her resolve to wait it out fading. She put her hand out, pleading to Jarod.

Responding to her distress, Jarod put the bag over her face and let her body replenish it's carbon dioxide level so that it would know to breathe again As she breathed in and out of the bag, the white pallor that had covered her skin faded to blue. This he knew was a sign of oxygen starvation, the blue being full of CO2. Her breathing returned to normal as she went blue, letting Jarod take the bag off. Once able to breath fresh air, her skin visibly pinkened, her color returning to normal.

"What happened?" Marie asked as she came to her senses.

"You almost passed out, of course. Why?"

"Damn! I just can't put my finger on it. There is something important about the fact that we both had a hyperventilation attack, without cause. Oh God, the stench! Can you back off?"

"Yeah. Sorry. We should get dressed, get over to the lab."

"Okay. The car ride is going to be murder."

"We'll use the 2/20 air conditioning." At her confused look, he clarified, "Two windows open at twenty miles per hour."

"Cute. Good idea, but too cute."

They threw some clothes on and drove to the Envirolabs offices. There, they were interviewed by Justin.

"Start from the beginning. Tell me everything you can about this infection. I'm going to collect some samples while you do."

While Jarod and Marie told of the events of the last few days, Justin took blood samples, skin scrapings and nasal swabs. He was able to confirm, while they talked, that the bacteria was present and it died quickly when exposed to the air. Unlike Jarod and Marie, he had a much better microscope and could see the remains of the dead bacteria in their blood samples. He also saw that the same residue was present on their skin scrapings and in their nasal swabs.

"I'm curious," Justin asked when they had finished. "You both lost control and had sex with a stranger, almost against your will. Since then, you haven't. Why is that?"

Marie answered first. "I'm not sure. Knowing an incredible temptation is coming does make it easier to resist, but I can tell you that both of you," pointing at Frank and Justin, "are looking incredibly sexy. Holding off sex is getting harder and harder. This is the first time since Kevin, that I've gone more than six or seven hours without having sex. At least since I was infected."

"Yeah," Jarod added, "We have been getting some sort of sex every six hours or so since we figured out what is happening. Even masturbation deals with the craving. Good thing the bacteria can't tell that they're being wasted."

"So, once people are informed, they could keep from spreading it. Good. Now, how significant do you think this hyperventilation thing is?"

Marie spoke forcibly. "It's critical. I can't shake the feeling that it could be the clue to the whole thing. But, I'm so sex starved that I can't put my finger on it. That's why I insisted Jarod let me pass out from it. I was hoping for a clue."

"Bacteria can't cause you to hyperventilate, Marie."

"They can't make you burn at an infected person's touch, either, but this one does. We're dealing with an alien life form. Don't make assumptions. That's what gets people in trouble in science fiction." Jarod looked unapologetic at his reference to scifi. He remembered the book Footfall. When dealing with what had never been encountered before, sometimes fiction was what you looked to.

"Jarod's right," Justin said. "We can't put any artificial constraints on this thing. I've got enough information to justify a quarantine. I'm calling Atlanta and the National Guard. I just hope that none of the tourists have been infected. If so, they will already be spreading it into the general population. Frank, there's no police in Humbol, is there?"

"No, we rely of the county sheriff."

"Okay, we'll get them to set up the initial roadblocks. You two," he was addressing Jarod and Marie. "I hate to do this, but I'm quarantining you as well. As our first two subjects, we need to study you. You've officially become lab rats. My team will set you up in an isolation tent."

"Fine, as long as I can masturbate."

"Actually, you can't. We need to see how the disease will progress if the infected are not satiated in a timely manner."

"You can't do that!" Jarod yelled.

"Yes, I can. This is now a CDC matter and that gives me near Godlike powers to control the spread and find a cure. Don't make me subdue you. It would be best if we had your willing cooperation."

Both looked at him dumbfounded. It had never occurred to them that they could be forcibly made into test subjects. Looking at Frank, Jarod saw no support, just a similar willingness to take whatever steps were needed. Jarod and Marie, resigned to their fates (neither was any good at physical confrontations), let themselves be led to the tent that was in the back of the lab building. In the tent, they were asked to change into hospital gowns, the kind that were open in the back. Once they were on the makeshift beds, the attendants started to wrap wrist cuffs about them.

Pulling his wrist away, Jarod demanded, "What the hell are you doing?"

"We have instructions. Prevent you from any form of sexual gratification. We can't stop you from self stimulation unless we restrain you."

"No. I won't allow it."

"Jarod!" Marie yelled too late. While locking eyes with one attendant, another had gotten to the other side and injected him with a sedative. He folded up and collapsed onto the bed in seconds.

She turned to Marie. "Are you going to resist too?"

Marie shook her head and let them strap her wrists and legs to the sides of the bed. She was certain that she would go crazy. Her pussy was sopping wet, already having soaked the bed sheet she was on. The craving for sex was intense and there was no hope of finding relief. She moaned in frustration, writhing on the bed as the scientists attached a wide variety of monitors to her body.

Ten minutes earlier, the tourist had received his wake up call. He was incredibly horny with a cock that was rigid and almost purple in color. "God damn!" he thought to himself. "I need it bad." He dressed, cringing at the sensitivity in his tip. Outside, he went to where he knew hookers liked to hang out. To his luck, he found one on the corner. Terms settled quickly, she accompanied him to his hotel room (this lady was not the one that Kevin had visited earlier).

The prostitute was very businesslike, stripping her clothes off with a casual air. His clothing came off much more hurriedly, the desperation having grown tremendously in the 20 minutes it had taken him to find her and get back to his room. Once he was naked, she put a condom on him. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, thrusting into her dry pussy with an urgency that bordered on violent. She cringed, but did not complain, used to the occasional john with no courtesy. It took all of three minutes for the tourist to shoot his wad into the condom with a yell.

The hooker, after dressing, left him there, naked and spent (she had been paid in advance, of course). A cheapskate at heart, she used the cheapest condoms she could get. Unbeknown to her, her dry pussy lips had torn the rubber a little, letting a little semen into her, along with the bacterial load inside. The alien life form began its relentless spread through her body.

This morning, the bacteria was its own worst enemy. The forty minute delay in the tourist leaving was enough time for the county sheriff to erect road blocks on the roads out of Humbol. By the time he got on the road, he was turned back, the road closed.

"Closed? Why?"

"I'm not sure, sir. I'm just following orders. If you attempt to go through the roadblock, I have orders to take you into custody."

"Damn! I have a plane to catch in Salt Lake in two days. What am I supposed to tell my company?"

"I'm sure I don't know, sir. I just know you're not leaving today." The deputy's hand rested noticeably on the butt of his sidearm. Unable to convince the sheriff to let him go, he turned around and tried another direction, only to meet another deputy. This one, forewarned by the first, was unamused by his attempt to sneak out and threatened him with arrest if he tried to leave again. Resigned to staying, he returned to his hotel.

At his house, Harold woke up. He was incredibly horny, his cock painfully hard. "God damn! Where'd I get this new endurance? Someone slip me a viagra mickey?" he asked himself. Looking over at his clock, he saw that it was 8 AM. "I've got a few minutes," he said to himself. His hand stroked his cock with light, fast strokes. He wanted quick relief, not anything erotic. He had had piss boners before, but this was more than that. It only took a few minutes before he shot gobs of semen onto himself. 

He stared at the quantity for a few seconds, surprised at how much he had produced so shortly after having fucked someone. Wiping off, he took a shower and headed to his gas station. He ran the place himself, putting in ten hour days on the weekdays (he had a teenager who ran the place on the weekends). He kept at it only to give himself something to do other than sit around the house and watch game shows and ESPN all day. His prices were high and he only carried snacks he liked, but he managed to break even, thanks to having paid off the mortgage long ago.

He had been sitting behind his counter, reading the latest Hustler magazine, for just two hours, when the first stirrings of desire started. He smiled at his new found sexual endurance and wondered if one of his regular ladies would be in. An hour later, Becky Milsnap pulled in and filled her car up with gas. Harold smiled, knowing what was coming. Once she had pumped her 15 gallons, she walked up to the counter.

Becky started the same game she always played when she pumped gas here. "Gee, Harold, I seem to be short? Is there anything you might take in trade?"

"I don't know Becky. This isn't the first time you've come up short. I might have to call the sheriff this time." Harold played along, knowing the roleplaying would make her even hotter than normal.

"Oh, please don't turn me in. I'll do anything to avoid being arrested." There was a very realistic fear sound mixed in with the sultry sound that her voice always had in it.

"Anything is an awfully big word Becky."

"I don't know, it only has nine letters in it." Harold had never asked how she got nine letters from the eight that spelled it, but he never really cared either.

Handing her a key chained to a seven inch long piece of wood, he ordered her, "If you really mean anything, go to the ladies room and wait for me there."

Becky took the key and went to the ladies room. By now her nipples were hard and her uncovered pussy was dripping. She double checked her purse to make sure that the bungee cord was still there. Inside, she lifted her skirt and ran a finger across her cunt, jerking at the contact, then brought the dampened finger to her nose. She inhaled the scent and then licked herself off her finger, moaning with pleasure.

Harold took a minute to lock up the building and then used his master key to enter the ladies' room. In the few minutes since Becky had arrived Harold's incipient arousal had become full blown.. Playing the game they always played, he grabbed her wrists, holding them tightly in his hands.

"I don't like thieves. Thieves should be punished. Give me your purse!"

Becky feigned a fearful look. "Please," she whimpered, handing the purse over, "what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to make sure you don't have to go to jail." He looked in her purse, finding the bungee cord. "This should be useful. Give me your hands," he ordered in a low voice.

Trembling, she reached her hands towards him. He took one and wrapped the cord around it, snagging one hook on the cord. He looped the cord over the coat hook on the door and repeated the binding on the other wrist. The small cord pulled tight on her wrists and she had to stand on her toes to keep the edge of the clip from cutting into her skin. Her breathing was getting short and labored. Her pussy was dripping enough that the scent of her arousal was detectable over the antiseptic smell that usually filled the room.

Harold grabbed her skirt and pulled it down to her knees. Her shirt was already unbuttoned but for one. He undid it and pulled it back, letting her breasts hang in her bra. That was pulled down, exposing the erect nipples topping the large full breasts. They sagged a little before he pressed her into the door, squishing them.

"Please, don't hurt me. I... I promise I'll pay you," she whined, mock fear filling her voice.

"It's too late for that, young lady. You will pay... with your body. Stealing gas makes you a bad girl and bad girls need to be spanked. 15 gallons? 15 swats on each cheek."

"Please, no, not a spanking. I'll... I'll do anything."

"Yes you will, after the spanking."

Harold started swatting her ass. With each swat, she gave a little squeak. Her ass was turning pinker with every light, playful blow. There was just enough of a hint of pain in the spanking to set her juices flowing freely. By the time all thirty swats had been delivered, Becky had wet legs all the way down to where her skirt hung at her knees. Her breath was ragged with need. Her hips were humping at the door, trying to find something to fill the aching emptiness that had grown to almost painful levels.

"Please, please," she begged.

"What do you want? Are you ready to finish paying for your gas?"

"Yes, yes, whatever you want. Please."

Harold dropped his pants and briefs, his erect cock springing loose. One hand holding her back in place, he guided his cock into her with the other. Becky gasped as her cunt was filled. As he passed by her pussy lips, she felt the tingles that had been present there explode out through her body. Every thrust into her cunt sent a charge through her body that drew a cry from her. Harold felt his entire being collapse into his cock. The warm moisture and the gripping of her cunt lips was an almost painful pleasure. He tried to hold off for as long as possible, letting the intensity grow. His cock felt like it was swelling up to monumental proportions.

Wanting that last little bit of intensity herself, she pled, "Yes! Yes! My clit, please, my clit." Her hips were thrusting back against him and her hands were pulling against the cord binding her. 

Harold let his now free hand reach around and brush her clit, causing her to scream. She shuddered and shook, that single touch being enough to send her over the edge. Her pussy clenched against his cock. The hard pulsations sent him even higher. He kept massaging her clit as she orgasmed, drawing it out. He kept at her until, with a loud cry of his own, he slammed into her and exploded into her pussy. In spite of having cum just a few hours earlier, he was able to dump three full spurts into her pussy.

"God, Harold. I so love paying for gas," she crooned as her orgasm subsided. "No one spanks like you do."

"Your fucking isn't bad either." As he unhooked her wrists from the door, he asked, "Are you going to need more gas this week?"

"I might. I'm a little short though and I might not be able to pay for it."

"You do that, I'll have to punish you again."

"Promises, promises."

"I am a man of my word."

By now, he had wiped himself off and pulled his pants back up. He left the room and reopened the station. Becky exited several minutes later, got into her car and drove off, with a little wave, unaware that she was now infected with alien bacteria. His smile was big and most of his regulars would wonder who had gotten some free gas this morning.

Jessica and Kevin Sikes were not having such a good morning. Kevin woke up in the wee hours with yet another raging hard on. Almost absentmindedly, he stroked himself until he came, rolling back to sleep afterwards. He was next wakened by a pounding on his door. Throwing a robe on, he staggered to the door, noticing that it was after 9 in the morning, and looked through the peephole. There were two men standing there, dressed in business suits.

Leaving the chain on, he talked through the door he cracked. "Yes, who is it?"

"Is this the Sikes residence?"

"Yes. Who are you?"

"Justin Jarvi, CDC. This is Detective Wilson of the State Police. Can we come in and talk for a minute?"

"CDC? Like from Atlanta?"

"That's where the main office is. I'm with the Arizona section."

"Is this about that alien bacteria thing?"

"Yes. Can we come in?"

Opening the door, he let them in. "Is this thing for real?"

"Yes it is, and we have reason to believe you're infected. But you already know you are, don't you?"

"Yes. So is my mom. You quarantining people?"

"I'm afraid so. This thing seems highly contagious., fortunately though, not via casual contact. Are you willing to come with us?"

Kevin gulped. "What's going to happen?"

"We're setting up an isolation unit and we need all the infected people to be kept there. Are you aware of abnormally strong drives to be sexual?"

"Are you kidding? I've got to jack off every 6 to 8 hours to keep from going crazy."

"We need you and your mom to come with us."

"My mom went out last night. She's probably not here. I'll check."

Kevin checked his mom's room and found that she had not returned last night. He put some clothes on and went with the pair willingly. He was actually glad to be taken into custody. It relieved him of the responsibility of keeping it from spreading.




Infection Ch. 06



"Is this thing dangerous? I mean, will it kill people?"

"No one's died that we know of. Have you had any bouts of hyperventilation, shortness of breath?"

"No. Is it going to happen? Will it suffocate us?"

"We're not sure. The disease seems to progress fast, from first exposure to symptomatic and contagious within hours. Frankly, you first victims are the guinea pigs."

"Yeah. I thought so. I've seen Andromeda Strain and Outbreak."

"Well, we hope it doesn't get that bad. At least the whole town hasn't keeled over dead in minutes," he joked, referring to the start of the 1971 science fiction movie.

They drove him to the isolation tent behind Envirolabs. He was ushered into the tent and gasped at the sight he saw. Marie and Jarod were strapped to their beds, writhing in apparent agony. Both were breathing hard, struggling against the restraints that held their arms and legs immobile. The tableau was even more disturbing because of the nature of the couple's movements. They were thrusting their hips up like they were fucking. The sheet covering Jarod was tented by an erect cock. The one over Marie was stained and damp. The smell of female musk was actually stronger than the stink caused by the presence of two other infected people. Both were begging to be fucked.

"What the hell is wrong with them?" he demanded.

"Get on the bed, Kevin."

"No! You tell me what's happening? Why are they like that? What's happening?"

The detective stepped forward, hand on his automatic. "Mr. Sikes, get on the bed. Don't make a scene." The clip on the gun made a loud, "Snap," as he cleared the holster.

Kevin, staring at the gun, hopped up onto the bed. He noticed the restraints. "Just tell me what's going on. Is this going to happen to me and my mom?"

Justin stepped up to him. "We don't know. I estimate it's been 10 hours since either has had sexual release. They're not in pain, they're more aroused than I've ever seen before."

"God Damn! 10 hours! Of course they're in pain. Haven't you ever had blue balls before. You got to give them some release. God have mercy, man, let them jack off."

"We can't do that. We have to understand how the bacteria works, develop a treatment. Going without sexual release will not kill them."

"How do you know? This is some kind of ET thing. It could do anything." Kevin jerked his hands from the orderly trying to put the restraints on him. "No way! You'll have to shoot me before I let you turn me into that."

Wilson drew his gun. "I have no problem with that. Lie down, son, and let them attach the restraints. This thing ain't getting out of Humbol. Not on my watch!" He looked at Jarod and Marie for emphasis.

Fearfully, Kevin lay back on the bed and allowed the thick leather restraints to be attached to his wrists and ankles. He looked over at Jarod and Marie, struggling in need. To his unpracticed eye, they were dying. He tugged at the restraints once he was alone. They weren't coming loose anytime soon. Before they left, they took samples of blood and other fluids from him. Kevin sensed a subdued frustration in the technicians.

Inside Enrivolabs, the frustration was not so subdued. Every sample they took, of blood and sexual secretions (vaginal and precum) were loaded with the alien bacteria at first. Yet they all died within minutes of being exposed to the air. While it was reassuring that there was zero chance of airborne transmission, the inability to culture the bacteria was stymieing their ability to find a cure. Clearly the bug could live inside a human host, but why? What quality of the atmosphere was so toxic to the bacteria?

"I hate to say it, but we need a better case history," Frank said.

"You mean let them have an orgasm and ask them more detailed questions?" Justin sounded dubious. "We need to know the end result of this thing."

"Yes, but it will only take 10 hours to get back to this point. Less if we keep Kevin from satisfying himself. We need more information."

"I guess you're right. I'll have the nurses stimulate them to climax. Once they recover, we can question them."

He gave the order to the nurses watching them. They were hesitant at first. They were, after all, dealing with a sexually transmitted disease. Justin reassured the nurses that it required intimate, fluid to fluid contact to spread the disease. As long as they took precautions to avoid direct contact with the vaginal and seminal fluids, they would be safe.

When the nurses entered to masturbate the two patients, Jarod and Marie were incoherent. Both were pleading for sex in subdued voices, their breath short and rapid. They had been like this for over an hour. Using latex gloves on themselves and a condom on Jarod, the two nurses began to directly stimulate cock and clit. The response from the two desperate youths was dramatic. Their breathing went from rapid to hyper speed. Two backs arched against the hands that were providing the blessed relief. Then, Jarod screamed. It was clearly a scream of pain, sheer agony. There was no pleasure in this scream and his entire body went into convulsions. The nurse saw his face flush a deep red, then he passed out, just as his cock came into the condom. The redness quickly faded.

Just as Jarod came, Marie went through the same convulsions and screaming. Agony was painted on her face and it, too, flushed a deep red. The nurse could feel Marie's cunt pulsating in climax as the girl herself passed out. Marie went limp and did not respond to her name. The only sign that either gave that they were alive was the slow movement in their chests, their breathing having returned to normal.

"Get Dr. Jarvi," one nurse said to the other.

When Justin entered, he demanded, "What the hell happened?"

"I'm not sure doctor. We provided the stimulation you ordered. Their climaxes were so strong that they flushed, went into convulsions, flushed in the face and passed out. Their orgasms were pretty powerful. Maybe they just passed out from the exertion and will recover shortly?"

"I hope so. They are the only ones who know anything about the early events of the disease. Get them cleaned up and monitor their vitals. Call me when they recover."

The nurses did so and compounded the mistake that Justin had just made. He failed to order samples of their ejaculatory fluids. He could be forgiven, but he missed the single most important event in the entire incident so far. Jarod and Marie were now free of the bacteria. Something had killed everything in them. They would remain unconscious for another 10 hours. The nurse's mistake was to only clean up the cum the two had produced. The dead bacteria on their skin remained, causing Kevin to continue to smell the stink of another infected person.

The Arizona National Guard arrived in Humbol in another three hours. The disease was contained now but the round up of the infected people proceeded slowly. Kevin refused to cooperate any further, convinced that the government was just going to let them die. He was not going to help anyone kill Shelly or his mom. 

However, Larry was the biggest problem. No one knew he was infected. The condom he had been infected from had protected Kevin's cum from the atmosphere, allowing the bacteria its only chance at casual (for the most part) transmission. 

As Jarod and Marie were passing out in isolation, Jessica was returning to her apartment. The phone was ringing as she entered.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Sikes?"

"Yes. Who is this."

"This is the lab technician at the urgent care clinic. We have the results of your cultures."

"Yes. Good. What did they show?"

"No infection, ma'am. Whatever it was, you didn't catch it."

"Thank God. What about my son?"

"I can't give his results, but let's just say that you he has nothing to worry about either."

"Thank you very much. Listen, I'm sorry I was such a bitch last night. Things were a little weird."

"That's all right ma'am. I've got to go. Stay well."

As she hung up the phone, she was inexplicitly short of breath. She couldn't seem to breath right. Her breath came short and fast. Her fingers were getting numb, like they were going to sleep. Dropping to her knees, she made a grab at the phone, but knocked it onto the floor, out of reach.

"Can't... breathe..." she stammered to no one.

She had never heard of hyperventilation and had no idea how to treat it. Her body detected the lack of carbon dioxide and constricted blood vessels, acting as if there was too much oxygen in her system. The cells in her brain panicked at the loss of oxygen and demanded more breaths, faster breaths, flushing more CO2 from her system, dropping the levels to near zero. Then it happened. Fire swept through her body, burning on the inside. She could not see it, but her entire body flushed red. The pain paralyzed her lungs, halting the breathing. CO2 levels began to recover. There was, however, a small period of time when those levels were incredibly low. When she recovered consciousness, Jessica Sikes would not experience intense sexual need for the first time in over 24 hours. The bacteria was gone from her system.

*

My thanks to D. for the great editing job. I know my long time readers have noticed the difference

I, as always, value your feedback and look forward to hearing both the complimentary and constructively critical comments.



Infection Ch. 07



Chapter Seven

Resolution

By four in the afternoon Harold was feeling incredibly horny again. At first, he had been thrilled by his new found sexual stamina. Now, however, it was becoming a little tiring. Even in his younger days, he had never had this much raw need for sex. His cock was rigid again, a mere four hours after fucking Becky. And that was a mere seven hours after his night with Liz. He was just concluding that he needed to close down and hit the bars again when a customer pulled in.

Shelly had just been turned away by the National guard. She was pissed and aching with arousal. Her cousin was going to be so unhappy. She still had his Xbox and now she couldn't return it. She parked at the pump and stomped to the ladies' room. She found it locked and went to the counter to ask Harold for the key. The stench hit her like a blast furnace. 

Her nose wrinkling in disgust, she gasped, "Oh my God! You too?"

Harold, noticing the stink himself for the first time, gagged. "Damn, Shelly. What the hell did you go walking through?"

"Harold!" Everyone in Humbol knew Harold. "You've been infected. My God, this is spreading out of control."

"Infected, what do you mean, infected? With what? And how in the hell would you know?"

"The smell. Everyone who's infected stinks to other infected people. It's some new type of STD."

"I've got the clap? Fucking hell! Wait a minute. Diseases don't make people stink. What kind of shit you trying to pull, young lady?"

"No, really. It's some sort of weird new disease from space... "

"Space? Girl, I watch the Discovery Channel. Diseases don't come from space."

"Forget it, just forget it. Can I have the bathroom key please?"

"Here," he said, handing it over.

She went into the bathroom and leaned against the door. She dropped her pants and stroked her clit. It was already sticking out form under its hood and coated with her own juice. The first touch of her fingers caused her to cry out loud. The blast of pleasure was so intense that her knees buckled and she had to grab the sink with one hand to keep from falling. She continued stroking herself, angling so that she was stroking her entire cunt from clit to lowest fold. Biting her lip, she increased speed and pressure until she exploded in a massive orgasm that had her wailing at the top of her lungs.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that she was halfway down to sitting on the floor, her knees splayed wide. Pulling herself up, she pulled her pants back up and washed her hand off. Shelly tried to wash off below, though she figured that washing her pussy was pointless, since she would be soaked again in a matter of hours. She went back inside and gave Harold the key.

"Enjoy yourself?" Harold asked with a leer.

"Oh yes, very. Another thing about this disease, it makes you have to have sex every 6 to 8 hours. When's the last time you got some Harold?" When his mouth dropped open, she smiled with not a little sadism. "Better go whack off big guy. Wouldn't want to dose anyone else now, would we?" She reached over and patted his arm as she said it, the look of pain, shock and fear on his face worth the pain of touching him.

While Shelly wasn't the genius that Jarod and Marie were, she could put two and two together. If the National Guard was cutting off the town and there was some new disease running loose, the health department would be involved. "Maybe they have some treatment," she thought to herself. She drove around town, slowly, looking for anything that looked like some sort of makeshift health center. There was no county health office in Humbol, just an urgent care center. After about half an hour, she spotted several tents behind the Envirolabs building. "This looks promising," she said to herself. Parking, she went around to the back.

Justin's team had not been idle these last few hours. Knowing that the infected stank to each other, they reasoned that there must be some sort of airborne component that was detectable to olfactory senses. If they could program an electronic nose (first developed by perfume companies) to recognize that scent, they could detect the infected at short range. Given the range of detection seemed to be five feet, and that physical contact also produced a reaction, they took skin swabs of the three victims they had so far and looked for similarities.

The obvious one was the presence of dead bacterial remains on the skin. Air samples from near Kevin confirmed that they were sloughed off much like dead skin cells. They had just programmed a sniffer to recognize that material when Shelly was brought to the main tent by a guardsman.

"Doctor, this lady says she is infected with some kind of disease."

Justin looked up in surprise. "You've been infected? Why did you come here?"

Shelly, looking nervously at the armed man who had stopped her and then escorted her back here, replied, "Uh, Kevin Sikes said he got some alien space bug from Marie and he passed it on to me. The symptoms match what he said they would be. It's so weird that I figure if the town has been shut off, the health department must be looking into it. I was hoping you had a treatment."

"What symptoms have you been experiencing?" Justin wanted to make sure she had the disease in question.

"Uh, this is embarrassing. I get horny a lot and need sex. Some people stink. Kevin said it was other infected people. And it hurts to touch the ones who stink."

"Well, I can confirm that you seem to have the disease."

"Do you have a cure or treatment?"

"I'm afraid not. We have only been here a few hours. Private, could you move away from her please? I want to see if this thing's going to work."

"What's that?" Shelly asked with trepidation.

"It's an electronic nose. It can smell and recognize odors. We're hoping it can detect the same odor that you smell when you are near another infected."

"Oh. So you can find all of us."

"Right. Now, just hold still for a second."

Justin moved close to her slowly and at four feet, the thing went off. He backed up and it went quiet.

"Can you walk past me, that way?" he inquired, pointing.

"Sure." Shelly walked past him, never coming closer than 2 feet away. At seven feet, the thing went off again. "Why is it going off so far away. I have to be within five feet."

"It's supposed to be more sensitive than the human nose, even more sensitive than a bloodhound's, though I suspect it isn't." He was only partly talking to Shelly. He was turning to his assistants. "Have a dozen of these flown in right away. We should be able to find all the infected and isolate them within 24 hours."

"I can help you there." interrupted Shelley

Turning to her, Justin asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, I know six other people who are infected."

"Good. Who are they?"

"Well, there's Jarod, Marie, Kevin, Kevin's mom, Brent and Harold."

"Good, we know of four of those and have three of them."

Justin got the rest of the information about Brent and Harold, then had the soldier and a nurse take Shelly to the isolation tent. The sight that greeted her made her step back and gasp in horror. Jarod and Marie were unconscious, their arms and feet in restraints. Kevin was a worse sight. He was restrained as well, but he was awake and struggling. His cock was visibly erect. He was moaning. A moaning that Shelly recognized as sexual need.

"What in the hell is happening here?" she screamed.

"Calm down. No one is dead, or dying. This seems to be the normal progression of the disease."

"This is normal? Agony and unconsciousness? Aren't you trying to find a cure?"

"We are doing what we can. We've only known about this for a day. It takes time. At least no one is dying from it."

'But, this," she said, pointing at the three people on the tables, "this is horrible."

"I've seen worse. Really. As diseases go, this is not that bad. Jarod and Marie are in no pain and we will give Kevin relief before he comes to any permanent harm. We can't treat what we don't understand. So we have to, unfortunately, observe the progression in someone who is sick."

"That's so sick. How long are you going to make him suffer?"

"Less than ten hours. I need you on a bed. Please don't make this gentleman have to force you."

Shelly turned to look at the guardsman and saw a grim look on his face and a silent plea in his eyes. She could see that he would, but didn't want to, use force. Knowing she wouldn't win, would probably get hurt and still end up strapped to a table, she nodded and got onto another bed. Her arms and legs were restrained and she leaned back as they took samples.

Jessica Sikes woke up about then in her apartment and her first thought was, "I'm alive!" Her second was, "God, I need a shower."

She took a shower, glad to get the accumulated mass of sex off of her at last. She never thought she would be glad to not feel aroused, but the last day and a half had driven her to distraction. "At least I don't have some funky disease," she thought to herself under the water. She didn't know what had happened this morning, but at least it was over. It was only as she was drying off that she realized that she had to be at work in half an hour. Grabbing a granola bar on the way out, she drove to work at the Super Save grocery.

It was there that she heard about the quarantine. 

"Jess, what are you doing out and about? Haven't you heard? The national guard has the town quarantined. There's some vicious strain of bird flu on the loose." Her boss was all alone in the store and only one door was unlocked.

"I just got up. Bird flu? I thought that was an urban myth." In her head, she wondered just what was going on. Could the lab have lied about her being sick?

"Yeah. They've cut the town off and asked everyone to stay at home, if at all possible. You go home. I can handle the store."

"Yeah, right. New registers? You lock them up every time you try? I told you to stay with the old ones. You need me here. And I'm not staying cooped up in my apartment for the next however many days."

"I suppose. You're not sick are you?"

"No. I just had a blood test done and they said I was fine."

"Blood test? Why?"

"Oh, someone told me they might have passed me an STD."

Her boss nodded. It was no shock to him to hear Jessica talk about sex with no compunctions. She liked fucking and had no problem if anyone knew. She was still there, reading a magazine, when some guardsmen showed up waving some electronic gismo at the two of them. Apparently both passed. They were ordered to close the store and go home. Her boss, not one to argue with authority, did as they were asked.

"So, Jessica. You up for some fun?"

"What do you have in mind, Parcheesi?"

As he turned from locking the door, he grabbed her ass and leered, "No, something a little more strenuous."

She grabbed his ass back and smiled. "Yes, that sounds like just the thing to pass the time during the quarantine."

They drove to the apartment complex and went up to Jessica's apartment. Inside, Chuck, her boss, grabbed her in a hug, kissing her. His tongue probed and found an invitation to play. Their tongues danced with one another as their hands reacquainted themselves with their bodies. Jessica's breathing was getting faster and she could feel her pussy beginning to lubricate. Chuck's cock was hard inside his pants and pressed against her leg.

She broke the kiss and whispered, "Take me. Make me do what you want."

Chuck growled from deep in his throat. This was what he liked, a woman who would let him 'force' himself on her. His hands grabbed her shirt and jerked hard, ripping it off of her body (she had the highest uniform replacement rate at the store). Jessica gasped at the violence and felt her nipples harden in response. She brought her hands up in mock fear. Chuck grabbed them and pulled them behind her. The remains of her shirt were used to tie her wrists together.

He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. His kissed her neck with teeth bared, letting them scrape along her windpipe. His other hand reached down to her waist and pulled her pants down, ripping the seams. Jessica moaned as the air hit her wet cunt and she arched it towards him. He pressed her belly back, saying, "No. not yet. Not until I say so."

He led her by her hair to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. Grabbing her legs, he rolled her over onto her back, hands trapped beneath her. He pulled her stockings down and, with them still on her feet, tied her ankles to the ends of her bed. Her legs were forced far apart, leaving her pussy gaping open. Feigning resistance, she struggled and writhed on her bed, careful to not accidentally untie anything. He moved up to her head and, pulling her hair above her, used his long key chain (the kind that normally is used to attach a wallet to a belt) to tie her hair to the headboard. She winced a little as she shook her head back and forth a few times.

Now that Jessica was fully secured, Chuck stripped his own clothes off and stood over her.

"What... what are you going to do to me?" her trembling voice asked with a smile on her face.

"Whatever I damn well want," he answered, his voice sounding deep in his throat. "I may fuck you. I might whip you," he leered, picking up his belt. "Maybe I'll call the bowling team and let them have a go at you."

She licked her lips in anticipation. He always wondered what she would do if he really called the bowling team over. He never did though. He preferred not to share. As he watched her, she licked her lips again.

"Please, please don't use your belt. I'll do anything you want. Don't hurt me."

Her request made, for this is how she told him what she was in the mood for, he growled and slapped his belt against her legs. She cried out, "No!" in a long wail at the slap of the leather. The impact did not actually leave a mark and the sting was no more pain than pulling a Band-Aid off her arm, but she loved it. She whimpered, "Please, no more. I'll be good."

He struck again and she cried out a second time. Grabbing a roll of athletic tape that she used to wrap her ankles before a double shift, he silenced her by wrapping it around her mouth and head. Her eyes shone with lust and she mumbled and nodded slightly. The belt came down, this time across her tits. Her back arched and she made a muffled scream through the tape. Again, he slapped her breasts with the belt. Her breathing became faster and shallower. Her pussy was dripping onto the bed, its lips engorged and open. He let the belt fall on her pussy lips from a foot up. Her legs tensed against the bindings and she lifted her hips up to meet the next drop.

Jessica started trying to yell through the tape, unintelligible moans meant to convey the demand to be fucked. Chuck made as if he didn't understand her and slapped the belt against her legs again. Then on her belly, her breasts, her pussy. Once, the belt landed directly on her clit and she came, her body locking up and a muffled wail escaping from her bound mouth. For half an hour, he moved up and down her body, flipping the belt against it. 

By the time he stopped, she had had two orgasms and was close to a third. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat, except between her legs where the covering was slicker and more aromatic. Her eyes were pleading now and he knew what for. His own cock had achieved rock hardness some time ago and was almost in pain from its erection. He climbed over her to her emphatic nodding and mumbling. He hesitated a moment, as if pondering whether to actually fuck her, then guided himself slowly into her.

She wailed into the tape, relieved that the emptiness he had forced her to endure was being filled. He pumped into her slowly, making each stroke an agony of little pleasures for both of them. Jessica, fighting the urge to thrust back, held perfectly still. She knew that if she moved now, he would pull out and take her mouth. While she was okay with blow jobs, she wanted to be fucked in her cunt, not her mouth. Again and again, slow steady strokes, teasing her with enough sensation to stay hot and bothered, but too little to send her over the top. Additionally, he was holding himself up so he did not touch her clit.

Five minutes later, Jessica was sobbing, barely able to hold herself still. He was so close he could taste it. Unable to hold off another second, he slammed into her hard, hard enough to cause her legs to pull against her stockings. At the lightning that hit his cock from the thrust, all thoughts of teasing were lost. He thrust over and over again, as fast as he could. He felt himself cumming and buried himself with one last stroke. His cum poured into her as she tried to mumble, "No!" She knew he would stop now, his orgasm obtained.

He collapsed on her, spent. She thrust her hips against his, rubbing her clit against his pubic hair, just managing to reach her third climax as he began to roll off her. Chuck smiled as he watched her cum, her body locked, her pussy quivering and her mouth releasing trapped echoes of ecstasy. He wondered if she had ever figured out that he always took just enough time for her to get off in his 'recovery' from his orgasm.

After letting her come back to herself, he untied her and dressed. 

"Thanks, doll. That was fantastic."

"You're not so bad yourself, boss man. Are you going home?"

"Yeah. The wife will wonder what's going on if I take much longer. You take care of yourself."

While Chuck was heading home, the extra sniffers were arriving in Humbol. So far, Justin and his team had avoided outright panic by spreading their bird flu story. Since no one in town was actually suffering from the flu, most thought themselves safe and willingly stayed inside to avoid catching the dreaded disease. The few who had colds or other diseases with flu-like symptoms bolted to the urgent care clinic where Justin had the one working sniffer to check them out. Now the door to door sweeps were starting, under the aegis of the national guard, and they were finding the infected.

It was about six in the evening when everything began to break. Kevin had been masturbated by a nurse after suffering for eight hours with arousal and need. Unlike Jarod and Marie, he did not pass out at the end. Fifteen minutes later it happened. Kevin's breath started to catch and he started to pant rapidly. At the same time, Marie woke up and realized that she could not smell the stench from Jarod and Kevin. The last thing she remembered was incredible sexual pleasure and an intense burning all through her body, just like when she touched another infected person. Now she was sure there was something critical going on. Why was Kevin having a hyperventilation attack in a hospital room?

Jarod started to recover as well. As the nurse started to treat Kevin's hyperventilation, he noticed that there was no stink. Looking over at Marie, he realized why.

"Marie, the bacteria! It's gone. One of us doesn't have it anymore."

"Of course," she replied. "that's why there's no stink. But why?"

Oblivious to his surroundings, Jarod thought, sifting through the recent memories. He had a theory. "Marie. What's the last thing you remember?"

"Incredible arousal. Burning all inside me. Passing out. Waking up with no stink or arousal. Of course, I'm not horny."

The nurse, having just stopped Kevin's attack turned to Marie and asked, "You aren't?"

"No, we both aren't. I think we're cured. Did you do something?"

"No, we're still trying to contain it. I'm going to draw some blood."

The nurse drew some blood and examined it under magnification. She gasped. "It's gone. There's not even any residue. You've been clean for hours. What happened?"

Marie had it on the tip of her mind. "Jarod, talk me through this. Hyperventilation."




Infection Ch. 07



"Decreased CO2 levels."

"Right. Bacteria can't survive outside the body."

"Not even for a minute."

"Why?"

"The atmosphere is either toxic or lacking something?"

"It lives in us, toxic to it would be toxic to us, I think. What is not in the atmosphere in large quantities?"

"Heavier gasses, helium, carbon dioxide..."

"That's it! CO2 levels. Our blood has more CO2 than the atmosphere, that's why it leaves the blood in our lungs. The bacteria need CO2 and they used it up..."

"Leading to hyperventilation. So to get rid of the bacteria we just..."

"Don't treat the hyperventilation. The burning sensation inside."

"Is the last of the bacteria reacting to the dead material in the blood stream, a last gasp before extinction!"

The nurse, recognizing a learning process that she had seen before, let them play off of each other. She knew that sometimes the breaks one needs come from the strangest places. When they had reached their conclusion, she asked, "Let me get this straight. You think that the bacteria literally consume all the CO2 in the body and then die, and they only survive if the host treats the hyperventilation attack?"

"Exactly!"

"I'll have to get Dr. Jarvis to okay releasing you." Turning to her assistant, "Pass the word. If anyone suffers a hyperventilation attack, do not treat it, monitor only and make sure the patient does not go into respiratory arrest." She left the tent at a near run to look for Justin.

In the offices of Envirolabs, Justin and Frank were talking.

"Frank, I think we've caught it soon enough. Every indication is that no one has taken it out of the town."

"Mr. Roberts was a close call. If he hadn't gone to a prostitute, he would have left before the State Police had blocked the roads."

"Now we can concentrate on finding a cure."

Nurse Smithers rushed in. "Dr. Jarvis. The first two patients."

"What about them?"

"They're cured. There's no trace of the bacteria in their blood."

"Cured? How is that possible?"

"I think the couple has it figured. Hyperventilation. The bacteria are CO2 eaters and they deplete the body's supply."

Frank snapped his fingers. "Plant spores. Of course! Jarod said that the original infection was form plant spores on the meteorite. And the bacteria have cell walls like plants. It makes sense that they would consume CO2."

Justin smacked his forehead. "Of course! The atmosphere has less of the gas than our blood. Frank, can you rig a CO2 environment on a microscope? Not for long, just enough to confirm the theory?"

"Sure, just blast it with a fire extinguisher and you'll have a minute or so of increased levels. I'll set up the scope, you get some blood."

"Right. Nurse, instruct everyone to not treat hyperventilation attacks."

"Already done, doctor."

The experiment quickly confirmed the conclusions. The bacteria thrived in a high CO2 environment and died once it reduced back to normal levels. Shelly, once the cure was explained, volunteered to test an artificially induced attack. Other than the intense burning sensation, it was a total success. The rest of the patients were treated in short order, after being sedated to avoid feeling the pain. The ones who did not know about the outer space connection were allowed to believe that it was avian flu and that a new treatment nipped it in the bud. 

The news media was told the same story with the addition that it was a mutated flu, leaving an explanation for not being able to use the same treatment if a real avian flu broke out. The remains of the meteorite were collected and taken to the CDC labs in Atlanta for isolation and study.

By eight that night, Jarod and Marie had been released. His car was still out the front and they drove to his house. Sitting in the car in front of his house, they looked at one another nervously. At the same time, they raised their hands and reached for one another. As if they didn't dare believe, they tentatively touched, flinching against a pain that did not happen. Wordlessly, they embraced and kissed, able to do so safely for the first time in several days.

"God, Marie, I want you so bad."

"Me too. I've been dying for this. Take me to bed, please."

Jarod got out and opened Marie's door for her. He led her by the hand to the front door and into the house. There, he grasped her tightly and kissed her again. This time their tongues played with one another. Moving to the bedroom, they shed their outer clothes and began to caress each other. For several minutes, they simply kissed and caressed, reacquainting themselves with the bodies they loved. When Jarod undid Marie's bra, she leaned back to give his mouth unfettered access to her breasts. With an occasional word of guidance from Marie, Jarod gave her tits a slow, sensuous tongue bath.

While he was sucking on her left nipple, Jarod's hand slipped down and slid Marie's panties off of her hips. Once freed, her pussy rubbed against his leg, leaving moisture behind and causing her to gasp. When his hand slipped between them to lightly run across her lips, she moaned, "Oh yes. God that feels so good." His finger brushed against her clit and she yelped.

Her hands slipped his briefs off and felt for his cock. It jerked when she touched it and her hand came away with a trail of precum. Licking it off of her hand brought a moan of pleasure. Marie wanted him in her mouth, to taste and savor. She pulled back and pushed him down on the bed. Once he was there, she bent over him and took a swipe at his cock with her tongue. Jarod moaned and thrust involuntarily.

"I want you too, Marie," he gasped.

Marie swung herself around and lay down on top of him, her cunt at his face. He grabbed her legs, spread them a little and licked at her pussy. Her moan was transmitted through her mouth into his cock. They licked at one another, using slow sensuous strokes of the tongue, able to take a slow pace from the beginning for the first time. Jarod found his face becoming smeared with her pussy juice and discovered that he liked the feeling. Marie knew she liked his precum already and concentrated on getting as much of that as she could.

Soon, however, as their own pleasure levels increased, they were distracting each other from the enjoyable task at hand. Marie made the first move and took his cock into her mouth. Jarod lost control and simply threw his head back and groaned. Marie kept it up, taking half of him in and caressing the shaft and tip with her tongue. Adding a little suction, she had Jarod writhing underneath her in under a minute. He felt every iota of pressure from the suction like a pull on the contents of his balls. Each touch from her tongue and lips was blasts of pleasure that charged him like an over inflated balloon. He arched his back as he felt his climax start. Clenching his cock to hold off for just a few seconds longer, he then blasted cum into Marie's mouth. She pulled back until just the tip was in and let him fill her before she swallowed.

Panting as he came down from his orgasm, he felt her hips wiggle on top of him. He opened his eyes to see a dripping pussy staring him in the face. Once again in control of himself, he bent in and licked at her. These strokes were deep and slow, delving into her pussy and brushing her clit oh, so softly. Each brush against her clit brought a gasp from her. Each penetration caused her to moan. Each time his tongue left her cunt, she pressed down to try to find it again. Several minutes of this had Marie panting in need, begging him to go faster and deeper, to pay more attention to her clit. He kept up this slow assault and edged her towards her climax inch by inch. So slow was its approach, that the start of her orgasm caught her by surprise.

Her breath caught in her throat and she could only utter a silent scream as her body shuddered in pleasure. Instead of starting in her cunt and spreading, this one seemed to start all over and converged on her cunt. The orgasm grew in magnitude slowly (for an orgasm) and peaked with her back arching and her hands clawing at the bed. A gasp in the middle and then the scream that had been trying to sound for several seconds escaped. It took another gasp and scream before she was spent. As she lay on him, panting in recovery, she thought, "I am such a lucky woman. I have the best lover in the world, and he's not getting away." She sighed as he gently licked at her wet legs and rubbed his hands against her sides.

It was now a week later. Jarod and Marie were finishing their shift at Blockbuster. The town was getting back to normal and there had been a slight increase in science fiction rentals, especially disease outbreak stories. Jarod and Marie had a copy of Andromeda Strain and Robin Cook's Invasion. They did not, however watch them that night. They had something better to do.

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Thank you D. for your great editing job. I hope you all enjoyed this story and keep on the look out for new stories in the BDSM and Reluctance/Non-consent areas in the next couple of weeks.