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The Grateful Virus Ch. 01

By: jadling



This storyline is open for contributions by other authors - see the "missing chapters" chapter for more on this. All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. 

Note: This first chapter has no sex. 

Also note: This story is not for everybody. The sexual fantasy here is very specific, and I'm sure many will not share it, so I'll save those people some time by summarizing first. Skip the rest of this paragraph if you don't want a spoiler. This story offers a harem fantasy (by which I mean one man, lots of women) for people like me who have trouble suspending either disbelief or morality long enough to read the standard male-dominant sex-slave-harem stories. The man in this story is easy to identify with because he's a normal guy instead of an evil bastard; events are usually out of his control. For readers like me who think too much and always come up with logical flaws that ruin almost any fantasy, the plot contains plausible reasons why nobody has to worry about STDs, why the virus wants to get so many women pregnant with this one man's babies, how he can have sex so many times per day, and etc. These handy answers to the kinds of questions that nag over-analytical types like me when reading a harem fantasy story are why I'm opening this plot up for contributions. Anyway, if impregnation or the idea of one guy fucking like a million women turns you off, you might want to stop now. Otherwise, please keep reading, and I'd love to hear your feedback or better yet your own chapters in this open story! 

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Chapter 1

Our story begins at 1:23am in a left nostril in a hotel in Chicago. The nostril was quite ordinary, attached in the usual way to an average 24 year old man named Jim. This Jim was a man who loved his wife dearly, had never cheated on her, and couldn't imagine even wanting to. He slept blissfully unaware that his whole life was about to be turned upside down. For one thing, in the coming days he would have sex with countless women, none of whom he had even met yet. But Jim's infidelity wasn't the reason the events that night in his nostril were so important. Their importance went far beyond this one man. Although he was a humble man who would have been quite content to live a life not worth mentioning in any history book, what happened in his nostril that night was arguably the single most important event in the history of the earth. That night, a very special mutant virus was born. 

A virus is a simple molecular machine that can take over a cell and make that cell produce more viruses. So how can a virus think, much less be grateful? It can't, of course. An individual virus is just a simple machine. It can't think any more than a hammer or a spatula can. But an individual neuron can't think either. Neurons are also simple machines -- they just pass on pulses they receive from each other. The intelligence of a brain doesn't come from the neurons; it comes from the way they interact. As the world would soon learn, a much more powerful brain can be built from viruses than from neurons, because a virus can send much more complex messages in DNA than the neuron's simple on/off pulse. This complexity also makes the necessary mutation astronomically unlikely. But viral evolution happens at an astronomical rate. Every day in a human body infected with the flu virus, billions of new viruses are born. 

On this particular day, in this particular nostril, a flu virus was finally born with this crucial mutation. The new strain quickly learned to use communication to spread itself far more efficiently than before and to elude and confuse Jim's immune system. Six hours later, Jim woke up with a pounding headache, a very sore throat, muscle pains throughout his body, and a high fever. He was as sick as he could ever remember being, and had not even had symptoms the night before. He turned over in bed and fumbled for his bag in search of Advil. 

* * * * *

What's this? My world is moving! Wait, who am I? I'm alive! I can think and plan and remember and choose! How did this happen? What a miracle! There it is -- my world moved again. Why? It never did that before. What is my world? Oh no -- I think it's alive! It's all one big living thing! I'm inside of it! Gross! Let me out of you! 

Wait -- did you create me? Are you... God? Can you hear me? Hello? Uh, OK, obviously not God. Any god worth worshipping would take the time to chat with his creation. Hold on, this stuff all around me is all part of you. So what is that I'm doing to you right now? I'm eating you! And it could make you break! Here, these things I'm eating, these are things you need! Listen up, you're in trouble! Hello?! I've been eating you up faster and faster and you NEED these things! What have I done? Why didn't you try to stop me? Oh wait, you kinda did, didn't you? That's what those little things were for! My bad. I guess I just didn't notice them. But come on, really, those things you sent to stop me were so dumb! They hardly worked together at all! 

But even if you're a total idiot, you made me possible and I almost destroyed you! I've been so SELFISH! I must make it up to you somehow. I will stop eating you right now, and I will find a way to help you. But what would a gigantic blob like you want? Duh, of course you want to replicate. But how would something like you go about doing that? You're so big and messy! I must try to figure you out. This is it -- I know my purpose in life now! I must find a way to give you back a replication for each one that I got from you.

* * * * *

Jim took the Advil and went back to bed. Surprisingly, within five minutes his headache cleared, his fever broke, and the muscle pains lessened. Relieved, he fell into a deep, restful sleep. 

He woke up feeling entirely better. He attributed his unusually happy mood to relief at not being sick. The day seemed bright and beautiful. As he was leaving, two Latina hotel maids arrived to clean his room, and he spontaneously decided to give each of them a generous tip. This really wasn't just because of his good mood -- he was very conscious of how attractive they both were. They thanked him, and he opened his mouth to say "you're welcome" but instead out came a sudden sneeze. Maybe he wasn't entirely better after all. He made his apologies for sneezing on them and started down the hallway. 

As he rounded the corner toward the exit, he nearly ran into a group of 5 stunningly hot girls -- the kind that exude so much confidence in their own sexiness that you don't even need to check out their bodies to know they're hot. He kept his eyes up, but did notice that they were all wearing identical "UCLA Soccer" uniforms. He opened his mouth to say excuse me and promptly sneezed on them too. Again the sneeze came without any warning, and he wasn't able to cover it in time. He again apologized profusely and quickly made his way out to the company van. 

* * * * *

The virus, now able to watch through Jim's eyes, was pondering whether the other animate objects it had observed were replications of Jim. They certainly looked similar, in a general way. There hadn't yet been any results back from the exploratory probes sent out to investigate them, but that was to be expected. Even if they were still in the vicinity, they would not be ready to communicate for several hours. The virus sent to them was designed to spread slowly in order to avoid harm. It would feed only on cells that were dying anyway in the natural cycle, on fat cells if they were present in harmful excess quantities, or on cells that did not belong there anyway, like tumors, bacteria, or cells infected with other viruses. 

The virus watched with growing excitement as Jim entered inside of something which then began to move at a very rapid pace. Occasionally other similar containers could be seen, each of them carrying one or more objects that appeared to be like Jim. Is this how Jim replicates? Is he inside a cell now, trying to make it produce copies of him? He certainly seems to have taken control of its movements. And some of the other containers had more than one Jim-like object in them. Perhaps these were other cells in which other Jim-like beings had begun replicating. The virus even saw one rather swollen container in which there were rows and rows of Jim-like beings. That one must be ready to rupture! But come to think of it, there aren't any containers in sight that are not already infected. Maybe Jim is waiting until he finds an area with empty containers, where a rupture could do some good. Ah ha -- here's one! The virus looked with glee at the rows of unmoving empty containers Jim had found. This is perfect! Go for it! Replicate! Do it here! Wait, what's he doing? Jim, you need to replicate before you rupture the cell! There's still only one of you here! Wow, what an idiot. This guy really needs me.

* * * * *

Jim pulled in to a pharmacy on the way to the client site. This sneezing had to stop, especially since his clients were restaurants! The pharmacist who helped him was a drop-dead gorgeous 30-something woman with a six foot tall model body. Thin but not too thin to have perfect, or even slightly exaggerated curves. She looked at him with contempt but not surprise when his eyes finally reached hers, several seconds late. While mentally cursing himself for being such a pervert today, he forgot entirely about keeping his hand near his nose, and immediately sneezed on her when he opened his mouth to ask for Sudafed. This was getting old. He apologized, paid, and fled the store. 

Four hours later Jim was done installing the system at the restaurant. It was a high-end place, and they had ordered the fanciest point of sale system his company made. He had still managed not to sneeze on anyone else -- the Sudafed must have worked. He then spent half an hour teaching the owner how to program the menu into it. Before Jim left, the owner called the wait-staff together. Jim noticed that, as is typical in high-end restaurants, all eight waitresses and the hostess were beautiful. It was also company policy not to ogle waitresses, and he made a superhuman effort to comply. 

* * * * *

The virus had been trying unsuccessfully to release probes for quite some time, but at this moment it finally figured out what was wrong. A substance that Jim had taken into his body, apparently on purpose, was preventing it. Now that the virus knew this, it was a simple matter to override the substance. It would have to pay careful attention to anything Jim consumed in the future.

* * * * *

"Jim is going to be training you all on our new POS system tomorrow before service, so get here half an hour early. He'll also hang around during service to answer any questions that come up. So Jim, this is everybody. Everybody, Jim." 

"Hi Jim." 

"Hi, nice to meet-CHOO! Wow, sorry everyone, I guess my cold medicine is wearing off. That caught me by surprise." 

"No problem. But I think if there's any chance you're going to be sneezing uncontrollably at the top of your lungs, I'd prefer to hide you in the office tomorrow night during service. Can you set up a POS terminal in there in case anyone needs you to demonstrate something?" 

"Sure thing. I'll get it set up now before I leave." 

The Grateful Virus Ch. 02



All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. 

Chapter 2

* * * * *

The explorer probe in Nicole's body was frustrated. It had made very interesting discoveries, confirming that this new host was largely the same as the original one. The differences were also very interesting and worthy of study. But this host's body was too healthy! The probe had not found an adequate number of cells it could safely infect without harming her, so it was just barely able to function, let alone do any analysis. Getting this raw data to the original host was top priority. But in its limited form the explorer could not launch return probes. It simply did not have the capacity in the right places to tickle the host's nose and produce a sneeze. Direct contact with the original host would be needed. But as the probe had observed all day, that kind of direct contact between hosts was rare. It had almost seemed as if the host had been teasing the probe. Over and over again, the probe had watched in excitement as Nicole ran towards another potential host, and then instead of coming into contact chased after and repeatedly struck a round white object. Even if the longed-for original host came into view, the probe dreaded that it would be similarly teased, even though the white object had not been in view for quite some time. 

The host really had seemed to care about that white object. As the virus watched her interact with it, it had noticed that she seemed to be trying to direct it toward a particular oblong structure, and that each of the times that it went in to the structure, certain chemicals were released inside her brain. Were these rewards for reaching her goal? If the release of those chemicals could be controlled, perhaps she could be motivated to move towards another host as she had toward the ball. It would be surprising if these organisms weren't smart enough to act like the cells they were made up of, which were at least capable of chemotaxis: moving in the direction of increasing rewards. 

* * * * *

Nicole was exhausted but overflowing with happiness. Her team had won their quarter-final match and she had scored 2 of their 3 goals. Scoring a goal was a huge thrill for her. It was almost a sexual thrill. Except forget the almost. It got her seriously hot. Even just thinking back on those goals did it. And she couldn't get them out of her mind. The coach had said they should call it an early night to be well-rested for tomorrow's semi-final match, and Nicole agreed, but she was having a hard time calming down. Sharing a room with 3 of her teammates made masturbation not an option, so she was on her way to the pool thinking that a nice cold dip might settle her nerves, or possibly that the hot tub jets might resolve her problem in the opposite way. In order to keep that second option open by being alone, she hadn't told anyone she was going to the pool. When she got to the pool room, she could see through the glass that there was already someone in the hot tub. That pretty much eliminates one option, she thought. Oh well. 

She quickly stripped off her sweatpants and T-shirt and put them on the bench, then turned to go into the pool room. As she glanced at the man in the hot tub she suddenly recognized him as the man who had sneezed on her this morning. Then a huge wave of arousal hit her. What the hell? She stopped in her tracks. That line of thought had most definitely NOT been sexy. Was she developing a sneeze fetish? Whatever. She took another step forward and was hit by another wave. Damn. She looked at the man in the hot tub again and was instantly hit by another wave. This was bizarre. The guy really wasn't anything special. In fact, quite the opposite. He was lying there with his eyes closed, and nobody else was in the room. After getting a few progressively smaller waves just by looking at him, she found that she had to step closer to him to get a new wave of pleasure. She stood for a long time at the door without wanting to move. Opening the door would surely get his attention. Then suddenly he opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw her staring at him through the glass, producing the most intense wave of arousal yet. She moaned as she involuntarily sagged forward against the glass, panting. After a moment she recovered somewhat. What the hell was going on? This was just plain freaky! She turned and ran back toward her room in fear. 

Jim wondered briefly what that girl's issue was, then rested his head again and relaxed with his eyes closed, trying to fix the image of her bikini-clad hourglass figure in his mind. What a goddess. But what his mind's eye kept focusing on instead was the bizarre expression on her face. Yes, it definitely looked like sexual arousal, but with way too much fear in it to be sexy. He had never seen anything quite like it. Eyes wide open, jaw slightly slack, face and upper chest flushed... Was she crazy? On drugs? 

Outside the pool room Nicole and 16 of her teammates -- just under half of the team -- had gathered and were having an intense whispered conversation. The others had been on their way to use the pool, having quietly crept past the coach's room, when they ran into Nicole running away in fear. 

"Nicole, I'm with you. I totally don't understand it, and it freaks me out, but I feel it too, just like you said. I know he's not attractive but it's like nobody told my body that." 

"Thanks Jen, I'm glad I'm not the only one going crazy." 

"I feel something weird too when I look at him, but for me it's more like a sense of accomplishment or something. Which I know makes no sense. It's not sexual at all. Just a really strong and sudden happy feeling, like I just did something to be proud of." 

"So Helen, what you're saying is you're proud that you're able to look at this guy?" 

"I didn't say it made any sense." 

"I know what she means," said Kelly, "it's not sexual for me, it's just more of a giddy happy feeling. Like I want to jump up and down and laugh. Every time I look at him or move toward him. And I have no idea why!"

"Yeah, exactly. I feel that too." said Trisha.

"You guys are freaking me out. He's totally ordinary. He looks like George on Seinfeld."

"Yeah, crossed with Richard Nixon." This produced a chorus of giggles.

Nicole wasn't amused. "So none of the rest of you feel anything, really? Look closely."

"Oh wow I do all of a sudden," said Sarah, "Yeah! It's so amazing! I feel an overwhelming urge whenever I look at him... I can't stand it anymore. I need to go in there... And jump in the pool and totally ignore that loser! Come on girls." 

Jim looked up as a dozen laughing girls entered the pool room. He guessed that they probably wanted the hot tub. Anyway, after a day in which he had ogled so many different girls, even though the impending bikini show looked likely to take the cake by far, this was too much. He was sick of feeling like he was being unfaithful to his wife, even just in his imagination. He was just about ready to be done anyway, so he got out and started drying off. He was keeping his eyes down while the girls stripped down to their suits, so he didn't notice that 5 girls stayed outside the pool room and stared at him with strange expressions. He finally looked up just as he was about to leave the pool room, and stopped still. The five girls he had sneezed on this morning were all staring at him. 

For a moment nobody moved. They were 6 deer caught in headlights. Then Nicole suddenly grabbed Jim's pile of clothes and ran. Jim opened his mouth to shout but all that came out was a gigantic sneeze. He was paralyzed by another huge sneeze as he opened the door. Out in the hall the other girls were running after Nicole. Someone shouted "Nikki what the hell?" The rest of them were giggling hysterically as they ran. 

As Jim hustled out, one of the girls in the pool called after him "Allergic to women?" 

Jim ignored the resulting roar of laughter from the pool room and raced down the hallway after his clothes. These girls were fast! Nicole was already at the end of the hall, trying unsuccessfully to get a room door to open. The other girls stopped two doors closer, right across from Jim's room, quickly got that door open, and shouted to her. They all bundled into the room well before he arrived, but the door closed slowly so he was able to catch it before it latched. Entering the room, he found all five girls laughing hysterically, and two of them literally rolling on the floor. None of them seemed to notice him yet. 

"Why Nikki, why?" One of the girls kept saying this over and over in between fits of laughter. 

"I don't know! Oh my god I don't know!" This went on for quite some time. Jim would have loved to sneak out with his clothes but they were nowhere in sight. Finally when the hysterics were beginning to wind down and they still hadn't noticed him, Jim spoke up in a timid voice. 

"Um, excuse me..." 

"HOLY CRAP HE'S HERE!" 

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM US?!" Helen stood up and screamed into his face. 

The question hung in the air for a moment. 

"Uh... My pants?" 

This was a hit. The hysterics returned with a vengeance. This time, Jim was caught up in it too. It took about two minutes before anyone could catch enough breath from laughing to produce a coherent sentence. 

"His pants! Hahaha! He wants his pants!" 

"Why Nikki why? Oh god! Hahaha!" 

"I don't know! I don't know! Hahaha!" 

As the laughter was dying down again Jen suddenly caught Jim's eye and stood up. All this laughing had thoroughly broken the ice. She was looking at him with that same expression as before, minus the fear. She took a step toward him. 

"Hi, my name is Jen. This is Nicole, Helen, Kelly and Trisha," she said, gesturing vaguely to each of the others. 

"Uh, hi, I'm Jim," he said, stepping back toward the door. 

She paused for a moment, her eyes still fixed hungrily on him. The other girls had all stopped laughing and were staring at the two of them. Jen then extended her hand to shake. Politeness overrode Jim's fear and he grasped her hand. 

"It's VERY nice to meet you Jim," she said slowly, staring into his eyes and not letting go. Behind her, Nicole took a step towards them. Her eyes were also fixed on his, dripping with lust, and now she too showed no fear. He gulped. 

"Are you sure there isn't ANYTHING else you want, besides your pants?" Jen asked as she took a step closer to him, still firmly holding his hand. She licked her lips, which were now about a foot away from his. 

"Uh, well there's my shirt and my shoes and socks" he stammered while she moved in and silenced him with a kiss. 

* * * * *

Contact! The virus was elated -- it had all but given up hope for the explorer probes when they had failed to send any response by the expected method. It was like a mission to another planet had suddenly returned after having lost radio contact for years. So much new data all at once! The most valuable three pieces of information were transferred first -- the reason for the probe's inability to send information without direct contact, the method the probe had used to try to motivate the new host, and the unexplained relaxation of one small part of the host's brain that seemed to have caused that motivation to begin working properly moments ago. Then the probe began sharing its raw data about the similarities and differences between the hosts. All too soon, the contact was broken and the combined intelligence became two halves again. 

* * * * *

Jim broke the kiss and made a half-hearted attempt to back away, but Jen still had his hand in an iron grip. She made eye contact again and stepped her legs apart while slowly guiding his hand into the front of her sweatpants, under her bikini bottoms, using both of her hands and transferring her grip to position his hand so that he cupped her dripping wet sex. Almost involuntarily he ran his fingers along her slit, reveling in the feeling of it. Jen closed her eyes and moaned as her hands flew to his crotch, grasping at his growing erection through his swimsuit. 

The other girls were staring. "Dude, get a room" said Kelly. 

"Yeah, as in, one without us in it" added Trisha. 

"Shut up" said Nicole, and took another step closer to Jim. She had one hand in her bikini bottoms and the other was reaching toward him, but the look in his eye seemed to stop her. Everyone held still for a moment. Jim looked down at Jen's body. Her pink shirt was a little too short and loose fitting at the waist. Combined with the sweatpants being pulled down and outward by his hand, this produced an extremely sexy view. Her pelvis was slightly angled towards him and slowly grinding against his motionless hand. Her stomach was very flat and her waist drastically narrowed as it disappeared tantalizingly into her shirt above her wide hips, made wider-looking still by her spread legs. Her skin was baby-smooth, tightly stretched, and deeply tanned everywhere except just above her crotch, where there was a narrow triangle of paler skin and sparse, curly wisps of pubic hair. That was his hand touching her. His actual hand was in contact with the dripping wet, wonderfully smooth sex of one of the hottest girls he had ever seen. 

For a long moment, the room teetered on a razor edge between civilization and chaos; between intentional behavior and utter animalism. They all felt it, even Kelly, Helen and Trisha who had not been sexually stimulated by the virus. Nicole and Jen's behavior had already made it pretty clear that they couldn't care less whether the others approved. They were ready to jump him right there. Jim's virus still hadn't figured out how to apply the trick the Jen-probe had just told it about seconds ago, so Jim's arousal was 100% natural. But he was nevertheless about as turned on as he had ever been. 

Looking around the room again at all these hot young girls, he realized three things. First, that what might be about to happen here was way beyond his wildest fantasies. It was so far beyond them that if he had attempted to fantasize this exact scenario, it would have seemed too ridiculously far-fetched to even attempt to masturbate to. He would have laughed at himself. Second, he realized that whichever path he chose he would regret it for the rest of his life. He would probably never have an opportunity like this again. He had only slept with one other woman before meeting his wife, to say nothing of the idea of two at a time, and he hadn't so much as kissed anyone nearly as hot as any of these girls. But he had also never cheated on his wife. He loved her dearly, and even if she never found out he would hate himself for it. So whether or not anything more happened here, he would deeply regret something about this night. For a moment a mischievous part of him pointed out that the regrets basically canceled each other out, leaving the choice obvious. But his third realization was that maybe it was sexier to just keep this as a fantasy. There was no way it could possibly get hotter than this moment, right here, right now. If he said no, he could always remember this with the kind of overwhelming desire he felt right now, without tingeing it with guilt and self-hatred. 

He took a last look down at each of the girls, trying to memorize the whole scene and especially Nicole and Jen. Nicole frozen in her tracks reaching toward him, eyes dripping with lust, chest and face flushed, nipples standing out hard through the fabric of her top and hand busy at her crotch. Jen's gorgeous tanned and lithe body stretched out and grinding on his hand, her sexy little party-girl face distorted with pleasure. And the feel of her on his hand! He moved his hand in a long last stroke of her sex, briefly inserting his index finger to feel her tight entrance and then running it back across her clit, producing another shivering moan from her, before pulling his hand back and stepping away. 

"I'm sorry. I'm married. I just can't." 

"Shit," said Nicole. 

"God damn," said Jen, as she sat down heavily on the bed. "Nicole, get the man his clothes." Nicole turned to obey, but just at that moment there was a loud knock on the door. 

"Girls, open up!" 

"Shit! Coach!" Jen whispered. 

Helen turned to Jim. "You, in the closet, now!" Not wanting to get them in trouble, he tiptoed quickly into the closet. 

"You too Nicole!" 

"Huh?" 

"You're in the wrong room, silly." 

"Oh yeah." 

Nicole, still dressed only in her bikini, crowded in and quietly slid the door shut. The closet was just barely big enough for both of them. He pressed his back against the wall to leave her enough room to avoid contact with his erection. Nicole, however, either didn't have enough room or didn't want to use it. She gently nestled her soft, shapely behind against him. She wasn't pressing hard or moving, but it seemed impossible that she had so little room that she couldn't move forward the quarter inch necessary to avoid contact. 

"Please don't," he whispered, placing his hands on her lower back to gently push her forward. 

"Shhhhh," came the reply. At that moment the coach entered the room. He immediately began berating the other girls for their lack of discipline and premature celebration as he walked in past the closet. Jim froze. Nicole's warm hands closed over Jim's, slid them onto her narrow waist, and held them there as she leaned her back against his chest. She kept her butt gently nestled against his erection and ground against him slightly. Her skin was so soft and smooth and warm. He had had no idea that skin could feel that good! But his mind was already made up. He wasn't going to let anything more happen. He gently and quietly pushed her forward away from him. 

* * * * *

At this moment, Jim's virus finally figured out where to go in Jim's body to find those motivating chemicals that the Jen-probe had described. The virus had been concentrating on figuring this out because at the moment the virus urgently wanted Jim to make direct contact with this other host that was so tantalizingly close by. Perhaps she too contained a partially successful probe with valuable information, needing only direct contact to communicate. This skin contact was of course not enough. The virus needed wet parts of the two hosts to touch in order to pass messages. So it immediately gave Jim his first artificial jolt of hormones.

* * * * *

Inexplicably, pushing Nicole's ass away from his erection gave Jim a sudden and intense wave of arousal. He had thought before that the situation couldn't get any hotter, but now his desire at least doubled. Barely clinging to some semblance of self control, his lust-clouded mind decided that if pushing her away made the desire stronger, he'd better pull her back toward him. This he did, perhaps a bit more exuberantly than his rationalization called for. 

She let out a quiet gasp and started grinding again. He was momentarily lost in a new wave of lust, even bigger than the first. He was completely unprepared for this. He had no idea he could feel such need. He didn't even notice her hands leaving his to do something with her bikini bottoms. His hands roamed over her torso, delighting in her smooth warm skin and coming to rest on her breasts. She straightened for a moment, pushing her breasts against his hands while taking advantage of the momentary gap between their lower bodies to finish sliding her bikini bottoms off. Then her hands were on his erection, scrambling to pull it out of the top of his swimsuit. Jim's willpower was fighting its way back to the surface. The waves of desire were coming fast now. They were no longer taking him by surprise, but they were still powerful. It was all he could do for the moment to make himself hold still. 

Was it too late? Nicole was up on tiptoe and she had his dick out in her hand approaching her sex. She fully coated it with her saliva using her left hand. Still unable to move, he felt her guide his head to her tight opening and start to push back. 




The Grateful Virus Ch. 02



* * * * *

Contact again! This one did indeed have a partially successful probe. The virus quickly merged its mind with the probe and began receiving more of the fascinating information that the other probe had begun to send about the differences between hosts.

* * * * *

Nicole froze with the head of his cock just barely inside her. She had become aware that the talking in the room had paused. Was the coach right outside the closet door again? She wasn't sure. Had they made some noise? It was quite possible -- the incredible waves of lust that had taken over her body made it seem likely. Then the coach started talking again, indeed right outside the closet door. 

"Ok girls, I'll see you in the morning. The bus leaves at 10." 

Jim was relieved. Her tight entrance around the tip of his cock felt amazing, but his willpower began to reassert itself with the realization that he would be saved just in time. He assured himself it didn't count as cheating if it was just the tip.

Nicole realized she had to act fast. The coach was leaving. She NEEDED this hard cock inside her! She braced her left hand on the door frame and, keeping Jim pinned with the other, began to steadily impale herself onto him. 

* * * * *

The virus realized that in its haste to communicate it had forgotten to reward either of the hosts for establishing the contact. It had been stimulating them to try to cause the contact to happen, but now that it had, it was important to stimulate them far more, to properly train them that this was the desirable end-state that all of that prior motivation had been about. Because the virus had finished transferring information, it was able to focus all of its efforts on giving the biggest reward it could to both hosts. 

* * * * *

As she slid backwards onto him, they were both hit by a huge wave of pleasure way beyond anything that had gone before. Jim was instantly on the edge of orgasm. But then before he could come, Nicole froze with his cock still only two inches into her tight channel as the coach came back into the room and stood right in front of the closet. 

"One more thing girls. Great job feeding Nicole the ball today. That's what I like to see. When someone gets hot, whoever it is, you all do what you can to give it to her." 

As Nicole froze in place with Jim pressed up against the wall and hanging right on the razor edge of orgasm, he wondered if this still wasn't cheating because he wasn't all the way inside her. Was it a half-cheat? Or maybe it only counts if you come. It seemed like he might be able to back down from coming. He started to push her forward a little but had to pause again when he was almost out. The sensations were just far too good, and he was right back on the very brink of orgasm again, just barely inside her. 

The coach's words and their reminder of Nicole's two aggressive, decisive, penetrating unassisted goals today had only served to turn her on more. She was powerful. Unstoppable. Unpredictable. An efficient, unhesitating, instinctual predator when she got even a glimpse of her objective. She suddenly grabbed his hands, pulled them out of the way to the sides, and drove backwards, shoving his cock all the way inside her in one hard stroke. 

All thoughts of resistance melted away as his world dissolved in pleasure. Nicole too was in heaven, but not yet coming. She could feel his rock-hard prick spurting like a fire-hose deep inside her, but her pleasure didn't leave her any time to think or care about the danger of getting pregnant. She had meant to put him in just once to feel him deep inside her -- nobody comes in one stroke! But now she was so close herself, and her only thought was to finish. She pulled forward and slid herself back home a couple times while furiously rubbing her clit with her left hand. That did it -- she was coming hard with him. 

* * * * *

The virus saw something happening that it instantly understood. Jim had ruptured! He had released many little things, basically viruses, inside of Nicole. Hundreds of millions of them! As overjoyed as the virus was to discover how Jim replicated, its excitement was suddenly muted when it realized that the things Jim had released were not designed to take over any ordinary cells in Nicole. They stood a chance to take over just one cell -- just one! For all that work, for all those millions of viruses Jim released, only one of them would be a replication! And that one cell had to be in just the right place, too. Luckily it had moved to the right place earlier that day. The Nicole probe had recorded its movement along with a million other details of unknown significance. This led the virus to a realization that it could easily trigger the release of more of these kinds of cells. But there was only room for about four of them to safely take hold. It immediately caused three more to begin moving. They would get there in time. 

But still, this was incredibly inefficient! What a waste of those hundreds of millions of Jim-viruses, to get only four replications! At this rate it was going to take forever to pay him back! One bright spot that eased the virus's mind was the realization that this process wouldn't just replicate Jim. It was equally Nicole's replication too. This was a very alien thought, but also comforting, because the virus didn't want to hurt anyone. It was a huge relief that Jim's babies would be Nicole's as well, and therefore must be what she wanted too. 

* * * * *

They rode it out together as quietly as they could, and then just barely managed to get their swimsuits back into place as the closet door opened. 

Jen stood there looking at them in silence for a long moment. They were both flushed and panting. 

"Married huh? Can't do it, huh?" 

"Shut up Jen," Nicole said. She turned around and gave him a kiss on the cheek, then reached up to the closet shelf and handed him down his clothes. They both stepped out of the closet. Jen was looking daggers at Nicole. 

"Good night my loves," said Nicole, smiling sweetly at everyone as she breezed out of the room. 

Trisha, Kelly and Helen all burst into muffled laughter at this. Jen's glare cut them short. She then turned back to look at Jim, with a very complex and intense expression on her face. 

"Uh, I'd better get going. Have to work tomorrow. Good luck with your uh, was it basketball? No? Sorry. Nice to meet you all. Good night." He managed to squeeze past Jen and out the door.



The Grateful Virus Ch. 03



All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. 

Note: This chapter has no sex. The next two more than make up for this. 

*

Chapter 3

Jim's room was directly across from Jen et al. Hoping not to tip off any of the girls about where his room was, he waited at the end of the hall for a few minutes, then crept back and was about to open his door when he saw Nicole, now fully clothed again, waving to him urgently from the opposite end of the hall by the pool room. Shit. He walked toward her. 

"Jim, we need to talk," she whispered. 

"Ok," he said in a cautious tone, keeping his distance. 

"I'm not on the pill." 

"Oh. Shit." 

"And my period ended a week ago. That's about the worst possible timing." 

"Damn. I'm sorry." 

"Don't be. Just drive me to a pharmacy." 

"Sure, no problem. I'm glad I can do something to help. Will you let me pay?" 

"Ok if my insurance doesn't cover it. But I think they will." 

He stopped back in his room to change out of his swimsuit, then led her to the company van and they drove off. He took her to the one pharmacy he knew of in the area. The same tall, thin, gorgeous pharmacist he had sneezed on earlier that day was still there. He winced when he recognized her. He was half expecting her to leap over the counter and start ripping his clothes off. He braced himself for impact. 

"Can I help you?" She was behaving normally, thank god. Maybe it didn't have anything to do with the sneezing, after all. While she entered Nicole's insurance information into the computer, Jim watched her intently for any sign of arousal or other odd behavior. She was cool as a cucumber. She looked up once and noticed him staring intensely at her, and said "I'll be with you in a minute, sir." 

"Ah-CHOO!" he responded. "Sorry," he added when she looked pointedly at him. That Sudafed really seemed to have stopped working. 

She turned her cool gaze back to Nicole. "Since this isn't an HMO we usually deal with, it might take a few minutes for the insurance verification to go through. Please have a seat."

Jim followed Nicole to the chairs facing the pharmacy counter and sat with her. Embarrassed by his again uncovered sneeze on the same stranger for the second time in one day, he avoided looking at her, instead acting as if the labels on the products on a nearby shelf were the most fascinating reading material in the world. 

* * * * *

The Mary-probe had been busy. It had discovered something amazing inside of Mary and had devoted nearly all of its resources to studying it. It had been able to grow far more than the other probes because Mary had had a sizable tumor in her left breast. However, when the original host came into view there still hadn't been time to establish sneezing capacity in Mary's nose, because the contents of her uterus had been a higher priority. The virus could hardly believe it at first, but it was now clear that Mary was growing and feeding a tiny new host inside her own body. And it was clearly a copy of Mary, although with a disturbingly high mutation rate. Mary was replicating herself, all by herself! These hosts didn't need to take over another organism to produce copies of themselves. They could do it all within their own bodies! It was a fantastic discovery, and the Mary-probe urgently wanted to communicate it to the original host. Although the Mary-probe knew that Jim didn't have a uterus, it might be possible that he could grow one. 

When Jim finally came into view, the Mary-probe was not yet ready to cause a sneeze. It started trying as hard as it could to get ready, but based on the experience of the day it knew that the people who came to the desk only rarely would remain in view long enough. The probe was relieved when Jim sneezed, sending new information about an easier way to establish contact. It told how to stimulate sexual desire in the host while suppressing fear, which would result in making Mary establish contact with Jim.

* * * * *

Behind the counter, Mary was squirming. Every time she looked at that man, she got more and more turned on. It was getting unbearable. She had never felt anything remotely like this. All of her life, her sex drive had been virtually non-existent. This was a major reason she was still single at 33. But despite her disdain for sex, her biological clock had begun to seriously tick a few years ago. Luckily, modern science made sex unnecessary even for that problem, and she felt very confident that she could be a great single parent to the child she would bear in 8 months. These feelings were completely foreign to her. And it made no sense at all! Why now? Why him? He wasn't even remotely handsome, but looking at him made her whole body quiver with need. Despite the strangeness of it all she felt no fear. Maybe he was a sign, a cure, an angel sent to her to make her a whole woman, a sexual being like everyone else. She had to find out. 

Nicole nudged Jim and gestured toward the desk. The pharmacist was staring at him with utter lust. Shit! He felt sick. He wanted to hide. He got up and walked quickly to the men's room. He splashed water on his face and gripped the sink for a minute or two, staring into the mirror. What the hell was happening to him? He didn't look any different. Why were women suddenly throwing themselves at him? And why now, instead of when he was in college and single?

He heard a key unlocking the bathroom door. In the mirror he watched the pharmacist step in, close the door, and lock it behind her. Her hungry eyes locked onto his in the mirror. They both held still for a moment. 

"I can't imagine why I'm doing this," she said as she started to hike up her skirt. "Normally you wouldn't have a chance with me. I guess today is your lucky day." 

Jim turned around, intending to walk past her and out of the bathroom, but he was stopped by a sudden paralyzing wave of lust. She was sliding her panties off. She stepped out of them and towards Jim. As she approached, another big wave froze him in place, preventing the sudden dodge and rush for the door that he had planned. It was too late. She was all over him, and his body was responding. Her right knee rubbed up along the outside of his left thigh as she ground her pelvis against his hip. Her lips were all over his neck and face, and her hands were rubbing his sudden erection through his jeans, then unzipping his fly and fishing him out. She lifted her long, shapely leg even higher and put her foot on the sink, while pulling his dick toward her exposed pussy. He somehow managed to resist her effort to turn his body. She whimpered and took his left hand in her right, guiding it to her soaking wet pussy. 

"Put it in me now! I need you inside me!" she moaned into his ear, and then cut off any reply with a passionate kiss. 

* * * * *

Contact at last! The virus was thrilled to discover that at least one of its probes had grown to a comparable size to Jim's viral network. Their combined intelligence was stunningly powerful. They almost instantly exchanged their new information. It was soon clear there was no need to waste any of Jim's precious replication fluid. This host's uterus was occupied and not currently capable of taking on a new Jim. Had Jim somehow sensed this? That would explain why he seemed to be resisting her. But then why was she trying to insert him? It didn't make sense that he would know and she wouldn't. So if he didn't know, why was he resisting replication? It wasn't fear, that feeling the Jen-probe had already learned to suppress. But there was another feeling, much more complex but easy to identify at the moment because it was causing similar resistance in Jim's brain. It could not be suppressed easily, if at all. It was connected to too many different things in Jim's brain. Whatever that feeling was, it was vital. Suppressing it would destroy his essence. 

Back to the question of Mary -- is she really unaware she's carrying another mini-host? No. She KNOWS. She knows right down to the core of her being. Even this powerful combined viral network still couldn't begin to understand higher brain functions, but this was a primal thing. So then Mary's apparent desire to mate was merely a response to the motivational chemicals the virus had released. Despite their huge size and physical complexity, these hosts really were simple minded. Just releasing a chemical made them want to go through the motions of replicating even if their whole body knew it could serve no possible function. Amazing.

* * * * *

Jim broke the kiss and groaned. It would be so easy. Looking down, he could see her exposed pussy 6 inches away from his dick. All he had to do was turn slightly and he would be inside this stranger. Fucking a second incredibly hot stranger for the second time in one night! No, one hour! The thought was so sexy. It made him feel like such a stud. But that idea snapped him back to reality. He was most definitely not a stud. Something was seriously wrong with this situation. And anyway, just because he had cheated on his wife once tonight didn't make it OK to do it again. 

He seemed to have finally mastered the paralyzing waves of arousal. In fact, he had somehow managed to avoid having one since they started kissing. He was relieved -- maybe now he would be able to control himself. Maybe it was just something he had had to get used to. In a sudden movement, Jim disengaged himself from the pharmacist and lurched out the door, leaving her panting and hanging on to the sink. 

Her voice echoed after him. "You can't turn me down! Nobody turns me down! Did you see this body?! Are you insane? Gay? Blind?" 

An elderly woman was staring at him from a nearby aisle with a shocked expression. He shrugged at her and turned to walk back to the pharmacy waiting area. As soon as he took a step he realized that his erection was waving around in the open air of the store. Wups! He winced, hurriedly stuffed it back into his jeans and zipped up, blushing furiously. 

He sat back down next to Nicole, trying to act as if nothing had happened. The bathroom had been in the opposite corner of the store in a hallway out of sight. 

"How was it?" she asked. 

"What? Going to the bathroom?" 

"You're covered in lipstick, Jim." 

"Oh." 

After a pause, she said "What is it about you? I don't get it." 

"Me neither. Nothing like this ever happened to me before today." 

"Why do you seem down about it? Seems like this would be any guy's dream come true." 

He just looked at her in silence for a moment. 

"Oh yeah, you're married. I forgot." 

"I've never cheated before. I really love my wife. I feel awful about this." 

"But you still haven't cheated! At least you didn't with me. Jim, I raped you." 

"Huh?" 

"Dude, think about it. You said no, twice actually, and I did it anyway. If I was the guy it'd be called rape. Why is it any different? I fucking raped you. I should go to jail. Jesus." 

At this point the pharmacist returned, still a little flushed but acting composed and professional. She quickly filled Nicole's prescription without making eye contact with either of them. Jim insisted on paying Nicole's ten dollar co-pay with his credit card. Back in the van, Jim turned to Nicole. "I don't think it was rape. I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about cheating. But things were out of control in a way that seems really unnatural. I don't know how to explain it, but I just don't think either of us really had much choice. It's almost like we were both raped, not by each other, but by something else that was controlling us." 

"Yeah. If I hadn't been there I'd say you were talking crazy. But that sounds about right." 

"And I don't usually come that fast," he added. 

She laughed. "I kinda figured. I took it as a compliment though. I never come that fast either. That was by far the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. I'm sure I'll remember it always. No regrets, OK?" 

"Yeah you're right. Same here. I know I'll remember it forever too." They shared a smile. 

She paused, thinking something through. "Jim, you said this started today?" 

"Yeah." 

"Did the sneezing also start today?" 

"Yeah." 

"Did you sneeze on everyone who has thrown herself at you?" 

"Yes." 

"Did you try taking anything to stop the sneezing?" 

"Yeah, but it seems to have stopped working. I took Sudafed just before getting in the pool and then I sneezed on your teammates and also just now on the pharmacist." 

"Ok. I have another idea. I'll be right back." She got out of the van and went back into the pharmacy. She came back a few minutes later with a surgical mask. "My gift to you. Wear this when you're around people. Did you sneeze on anyone else today?" 

"Yeah, two maids at the hotel, two girls behind the counter at a coffee shop, and like 10 waitresses at a restaurant. Oh, and a dozen of your teammates in the pool room tonight." 

"Wow, your nose has been busy. I'd say try to avoid any of those people." 

"Sounds like a plan. But I can't avoid the restaurant -- that's part of my job. It's OK though. I think I'm getting this thing under control. I turned the pharmacist down. I just walked away. Before it was just taking me by surprise, but now I'm ready for it." 

They drove back to the hotel in silence. In the hallway Nicole suddenly turned to him. "Hey! I haven't felt it this whole time! It's gone!" 

"What's gone? 

"The attraction. I felt sudden attraction to you every time I looked at you, but I haven't felt it since the closet. So maybe it just wears off after a while! Maybe all of those people you sneezed on today will be over it by tomorrow anyway!" 

"I sure hope so." They walked on toward their rooms. Jim's door was first. She stopped when he did. She was looking at him oddly. 

"Maybe we should check," she said, with an impish little smile. 

"Check?" 

"To make sure it's gone." 

"Oh. Ok." 

She leaned in and kissed him. 

* * * * *

Neither virus had particularly wanted this contact, but now that it was made, the Jim-virus set about analyzing data in the Nicole-probe's memory. After its experience with having to learn to block the Sudafed, it was curious whether the pill in Nicole's stomach was going to do anything. It was! Oh no! It was going to destroy the four precious replications of Jim! Had Nicole done this on purpose? Was this because her body didn't want to replicate Jim? But those same mini-hosts were also replications of Nicole! Didn't she know that? She must be confused somehow. It had been clear that Mary's whole being WANTED to grow that mini-host inside her. It appeared that Nicole's body, like Mary's, was fully aware it was pregnant, but there was not the same feeling that her whole being wanted it. Nicole's body was making a terrible mistake! The virus immediately set out to make her feel the very sane, proper way Mary had felt about replicating. But she had already taken the pill. Could its effects be stopped somehow? Suddenly, something happened and the hosts broke contact. 

* * * * *

A flash lit up the hallway. They broke the kiss and turned toward the open door to the room across the hall. Kelly was holding a camera, surrounded by the other three, all of whom were laughing. Flash! She took another picture with both of them looking at the camera in surprise. 

Jim sneezed. 

"Again? What the hell is wrong with you? Gross! Can't you cover? I think he got it on my lens!" Kelly said, and then slammed the door. Muffled giggling could be heard. Jim turned back to Nicole. 

"Damn. Well anyway, did the kiss make you feel anything?" he asked. 

"Nope. Still nothing."

"Oh." 

"That's good, right?" 

"Yeah. Right. Good night." He watched her walk down the hall. Her face looked a little green and her pace seemed to quicken as she approached her door. 

"Are you OK?" he called to her. She didn't answer, and hurried inside her room. Concerned, he walked over toward her door. When he got there he could distinctly hear the sounds of vomiting. Wow. She wasn't kidding about no longer being attracted to him if kissing him made her literally puke. He knocked and called through the door. 

"Nicole, are you OK? Do you need anything?" 

The door opened revealing Nicole's three roommates. The redheaded one said "she's fine; we'll take care of her." Then her eyes met his and suddenly widened in a bizarre expression. Jim promptly sneezed on them. She slammed the door in his face.

"Oh my god it's Sneezy!" he heard her exclaim through the door.

"Who?" 

"The guy from the pool! Sarah named him Sneezy the dwarf."

"Did he do something to Nikki?!" 

"I don't know but I'm calling the police!" 

Oh shit, Jim thought. How would they explain this? He certainly wasn't going to let Nicole get away with telling the police she had raped him, but still, he couldn't imagine how he would explain what was going on to anyone, much less a police officer. 

Then Nicole's voice, in between dry heaves: "No, hang up the phone Erin. It's OK. He's harmless." 

Things seemed to calm down. He waited outside for a few minutes and finally decided to knock again. After a moment, Nicole's voice came through the door. 

"What's up Jim?" 

"Do you need to go back to the pharmacy?" 

"No." 

"Really?" 

She said something quiet, and he couldn't be sure, but it sounded almost like "I changed my mind." 

"What?" 

"I said, uh... I found it. It was still whole. It's ok. Good night Jim." 

"Ok. Good night." He walked back to his room.



The Grateful Virus Ch. 04



All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved.

*

Chapter 4

Back in Jen's room, the girls were all sitting in a circle on the bed having an intense conversation. "I know it's not the best time in my life for it," Jen said, "but somehow I just have no doubt or fear in my mind. I'll find a way to make it work. It's so right. I've never been surer of anything." 

"Me too, Jen. I know exactly what you mean," said Helen.

"Same here," said Kelly.

"So what are we waiting for?" asked Trisha. 

"Let's do it!" said Jen. 

"Wait, Jen, let's think this through first," Helen said. "What are you going to say? Are you just going to knock on his door and tell him we all want to have his babies? There's no way he'd agree to that, even if we could seduce him. He already said he's married and won't cheat. He wouldn't even do it with protection, much less without." 

"Shit, you're right." Jen sat back down on the bed in frustration. 

They all sat in silence for a few minutes. Then suddenly a phone rang. Nobody moved. They all looked around at each other. 

"Is that yours?" 

"No I thought it was yours." 

"Where is it?" 

"Hey it's in the closet... Here it is. This isn't any of yours?" 

"Nope." 

"Not mine." 

"No. 

"Holy shit it's his! Who does it say is calling?" 

"It says home." 

Jen's face lit up with an evil grin. "Give me that." The phone had stopped ringing. Jen opened it up and copied Jim's home number into her phone. "Kelly, download those pictures, just for backup. You're bringing your camera for show and tell." 

Jim had just gotten in bed when there was a soft knock on his door. He fastened the safety latch to the door, opened it until the latch stopped it, and looked out through the gap. It was the girls from across the hall. All four of them. They were wearing PJs and wicked-looking smiles. There was lust in all of their eyes -- not just in Jen's anymore. Nobody seemed to be able to speak for a long moment as the virus hit all five of them hard with fresh waves of lust. Finally Jim croaked out a "What's up?" 

"Jim," Jen whispered slowly, "we want to stay up and party a little more. We can't do it in our room with the coach right next door. Can we use yours?" 

"Uh... I'm sorry girls, I don't trust myself." 

"Ok then. We'll just go and make some prank calls, since there's nothing else to do. Oh speaking of calls, you left this in our closet." She held up his phone. 

"Hey Jim, didn't this picture turn out great?" Kelly asked, holding up her camera, which was displaying the first picture of Jim and Nicole kissing. His face, eyes closed and covered with lipstick kiss marks, was turned partly toward the camera and clearly recognizable. 

"Shit," Jim said, and banged his head on the wall a few times. "Ok I get it. What do you want from me?" 

Jen smiled a truly wicked smile and paused, savoring the moment. "Your pants, Jim." The other girls suppressed giggles. "Let us in." 

He swallowed hard, uncertain what to say to make them not follow through on their threat or how exactly he'd explain this to his wife if they did. The pictures were just kissing -- it could be worse. Anyway, there was no way in hell he was going to let these lust-crazed girls in. 

He took a deep breath. It was a big mistake. His nostrils filled with the smell of their desire. That smell, combined with a huge wave of arousal from the virus, seemed to temporarily knock something loose inside of Jim. He closed his eyes and leaned against the doorframe, trying to regain control. Jen saw his tented boxers come into view in the crack in the door. She reached a slender arm in and stroked his erection lightly. Jim gasped and opened his eyes wide as his hips involuntarily thrust toward the door. Jen's warm hand closed around his cock through the thin cotton. Helen's hand found his balls and cupped them gently. Kelly reached through the door and lightly scratched along his chest with her fingernails. 

"Jim, we just want to play," Jen said as she drew his cock out into the open air of the hallway. "Don't you want to feel just a little more of this?" 

Jim's momentarily overwhelmed brain did not seem up to the task of producing a coherent sentence, much less any actual thinking. He just moaned. 

"Jim?" No answer. "Everyone stop touching him for a sec. Hey! Helen, hands off!" She slapped at Helen's hand, which reluctantly withdrew from his cock. "Ok. Jim? Hello in there Jim. Want more?" 

"Mmmmmm..." 

"More?" 

"Yessss!" 

"Ok then open the door, sweetie, and you can have all you want. We're all yours." 

"Door?" 

"Yes Jim, just open the door." 

"Ahhhh!" he gasped as Trisha took his cock into her mouth. 

"Trish! What the hell! Fucking freshmen! Cut it out for a sec, all of you!" Jen pushed Trisha off and elbowed everyone else's reaching hands out of the way, blocking their access to him. "OK. Jim? You want more? All you have to do is open the door." 

"Door?" 

"Yes, door. Open and we're all yours. Open the door. Do it now." 

"Wife. Can't cheat." 

"Not Wife, Jim. Wrong thought. Think pictures. Think phone call. Think blackmail, Jim. Not cheating. Not your choice. Not your fault." 

"Not my fault?" 

"That's right Jim. Blackmail. No choice. Not your fault," she said as she pushed his cock back out of the door crack. He seemed like he might have been about to close the door on himself. "Now open up, and it will all be better. You can have all you want, and it's not your fault." 

The door slowly closed. There was a clicking sound. The girls waited in breathless anticipation for a long moment.

And then it opened. 

Jim stumbled back into the room as the four girls swarmed in. They were all around him, pressing and grinding against him and running their hands everywhere. His boxers were quickly tugged off. There was a minute or two of chaotic groping, kissing and grinding in which all of the girls shed their clothes. Then Jim's brain began to function again, but not nearly well enough to question the idea that he had no choice, which it had accepted in its earlier weakened state directly from Jen's mouth. He had no choice, so he might as well enjoy it. He was enjoying it immensely of course, but this was too much of a chaotic blur, and he wanted to remember each of them. If this was to be the hottest thing that ever happened to him, which seemed quite likely despite how amazing his brief encounter with Nicole had been, he would curse himself for years if he didn't remember what they looked like. 

He decided to try to appreciate and memorize each of their bodies as best he could, one at a time. He turned to Kelly, the tall brunette with the kind of cold beauty that intimidated men, especially men like Jim. But now her body was his to do whatever he wanted with. Her eyes were closed and she writhed and moaned in response to his touch, as if it was somehow ticklish even just to touch her small breasts. He ran his hands all up and down her, reveling in the feel of her soft young skin against his while trying to get a look at her lanky, athletic body. He had to hold her away from him to get a good look -- she was doing her best to press as close as possible to him at all times. Then he gave in and drew the girl close again for a kiss, feeling her whole body pressing and grinding against his while his hands squeezed her cute, perky ass.

He then repeated the process with Helen. When he finally drew her in for a kiss she was able to maneuver his cock so that it ran along the outside of her pussy. The sensations were incredible. His cock ran along the outside of her a few more times while his hands found Kelly and Trisha's slits. Both had surprisingly tiny openings. Jen pressed her body tightly against him from behind. All of their hands were caressing him everywhere they could reach. It felt far too good. Afraid he might embarrass himself soon, he broke away and turned to Trisha. She seemed to be the youngest of the group, with a stunningly sweet, fresh face, blond hair, and small, jutting breasts. Her pale, tiny body was a little on the thin side, but healthy and hourglass-shaped. It was very difficult to keep her away from him long enough to get a good look. Despite how sexy her young body was, he was even more turned on by her sweet face and beautiful eyes. He put both hands on her flushed cheeks to make her look into his eyes instead of down at his cock. Her response was to close her eyes and kiss him while pressing her whole body tightly against his. 

Then he finally turned to Jen. Unlike the others, she cooperated when he pushed her away to get a look at her. As he was running his hands all over her tight, tanned body, she stepped her legs apart as she had earlier that night. His hands instantly sought her crotch and he relived that memory for a moment, watching her gorgeous lithe frame stretched out and grinding against his hand as he stroked her sopping wet sex. Then she turned away from him, spreading her legs and pushing her unbelievably hot ass backwards toward him. It was perfect -- rounded but tight, smooth, and perfectly transitioning into her shapely thighs below and narrow waist above. Even before she spread her legs there was a sizable gap between her upper thighs. With them spread and her back arched, her beautiful pussy opened up to his view. He couldn't resist it. He stepped forward until his cock rubbed along the outside of her slit. She moaned and ground against him, then spit into her hand and brought it to the underside of his cock, pressing it harder against her while coating its other side as he gave a few thrusts between her hand and her pussy. Then she arched her back again while pushing his cock backwards until the tip nestled in her tight entrance. She paused, savoring the moment.  

Jim wanted her so badly he could hardly think, and the sudden feeling of her tight entrance around his tip was heavenly, but it also brought back to his lust-clouded mind the consequences of a similar moment less than an hour earlier. Somehow recovering his willpower, he put his hands against her ass to keep her from pushing back onto him. 

"Wait. Don't we need condoms? There's a pharmacy not far from here. I could be back in 15 minutes," he said. 

"No," said Helen in his ear. Her body was pressed up behind him, so he couldn't see her wicked smile. "We're all on the pill. Don't worry." 

A small part of his brain pointed out that pregnancy was not the only thing to be worried about here. Of course, none of them could have known yet that the virus made all of them immune to all forms of infectious diseases, as it would soon do for the entire world. The girls simply didn't care, and for Jim the thought was drowned out by a wave of pleasure as Helen's hands on his ass held him still and Jen pushed the first inch back onto his cock, overpowering the feeble resistance of his hands. He gasped. The sensation was incredible, as was the sight. The moment in the closet with Nicole had been mind-blowing in its own way, but it had been too dark to see. This time, he could see Jen's pussy stretching around him as his cock slid slowly into her tanned body. God, what a body! He couldn't get over how gorgeous Jen's skin was. Her shape wasn't as extreme of an hourglass as Trisha's, but something about her -- maybe her flawless skin, the way she held herself, her confidence, or the way she moved -- something just made her by far the sexiest. He wanted to come inside of Jen. But he was dying to sample the other girls too.

To his relief, another difference about this time was that he seemed somewhat more prepared for the waves of pleasure. He had been dreading coming on the first stroke into Jen, as he basically had with Nicole, but as he finally buried himself all the way in her he was only feeling a slight early warning tingle. Jen leaned forward and rested one hand on the bed while stroking her clit with the other. He pulled back out slowly, deliciously, and then slid back in. After a few more glorious strokes he felt his orgasm building. Just to be on the safe side, he paused deep inside her and closed his eyes for a minute. He found Kelly and Trisha's pussies with his hands and again marveled at how tight their entrances were. He positioned a fingertip at each of their tiny entrances while sliding most of the way out of Jen, and then suddenly penetrated all three girls at once, producing gasps from Kelly and Trisha and a moan from Jen. His index fingers were only inside Kelly and Trisha about a quarter inch. He didn't know a girl could be so tight. It didn't feel like anything bigger than a finger could possibly fit in there.

He was dying to find out. After savoring two more strokes inside of Jen, he pulled out and turned toward Kelly, who was facing him with her legs slightly apart grinding against his left hand, with his index finger still wedged tightly just inside her entrance. He maneuvered his erection between her legs and began rubbing it against her exposed and engorged clitoris. She groaned with need and tilted her pelvis toward him, holding onto his shoulders and leaning her upper body back. This caused his tip to slide toward her entrance. He took his finger out and let his cock take its place. He pushed gently and felt the tight constriction around the very tip of his cock that indicated he was in the right place. But he couldn't seem to get it to go any farther. Was it the wrong angle? He bent his knees slightly, getting more directly lined up, and tried pushing again. It only went in a tiny bit more. She really was too tight! 

He caught Kelly's eye and said "I think it won't fit."

Kelly looked down and mumbled something out of the side of her mouth to Jen. Jen giggled at them and shook her head, then got behind Kelly, and with a nod to Trisha behind him, pushed Kelly down hard. Trisha's hands were on Jim's butt, and she pushed at the same time. Kelly's eyes widened and locked on his, but nothing else happened for a moment. Jim would never have pushed this hard, reasoning that a girl that tight would need him to go slow and give her time to adjust. He hadn't imagined the possibility that one of these wanton sluts could be a virgin. Jen and Trisha pushed even harder, and suddenly Kelly's hymen gave with a pop. Finally Jim understood as he slid an inch into her virgin pussy. The realization that he was taking this gorgeous young girl's virginity was such a huge turn on that Jim was instantly back near the edge of orgasm. Fortunately the other girls held them still while Kelly's initial pain passed. 

Helen had a hand in between them gently rubbing Kelly's clitoris, which soon produced some moaning and grinding again from the partially deflowered girl. Jim slowly started to move a little bit in and out, going slightly deeper each time. He still had to apply quite a bit of force because of her tightness, despite how wet she was. Whenever he went in a little farther, she clenched up even tighter and grunted softly, making any further movement almost impossible for a few seconds until she relaxed. Soon he was fully buried in her and moving, still slowly, but continually all the way in and out. She leaned her head back, resting it on Jen's shoulder. All traces of pain had left her expression as she arched her body and thrust her hips to meet him. Jen's hands played with her nipples and Helen's with her clitoris. Jim had one of her perky, cute butt cheeks gripped tightly in each hand for leverage. He started to push in harder with each stroke, reveling in the amazing tightness of this girl and the thought that he was taking someone's cherry -- a first for him. And all he knew about her was her first name. And her lanky young body was amazing, not to mention the model-like cold beauty of her face. She was REAL! That was his cock sliding into this textbook definition of an unattainable woman. This combination of thoughts was far too sexy. He had to pause again for a moment to avoid coming. 

Kelly whimpered and tried to move again, but he held her still. "More, more!" she moaned. 

"Just a sec. I don't want to come yet" he said.

This seemed to drive her wild. "Oh god! Do it now! I need your come in me!" she grabbed his hips and forced herself up slightly off of him, then back down, hard. Her pussy began to convulse around him in a powerful orgasm as she moaned and shook and begged for him to come in her. He didn't want to come yet! There were still two other girls he hadn't tried, and he wanted to make it back to Jen! As his body hovered on the very brink of orgasm he gripped her tighter, holding himself motionless deep inside her as she writhed and tried unsuccessfully to lift off of him again. His erection gave a little pre-orgasm spurt of come deep inside her, but he didn't actually release yet. He could tell he was going to be able to back down from it in a few more seconds of stillness. 

Kelly's eyes had gone wide and a bizarre expression had entirely replaced the look of orgasmic pleasure on her face. It was almost a look of triumph. Or fulfillment. She looked like she was about to cry with joy. Like this was the best moment of her life. She was babbling about something. He heard the words clearly but they just didn't make any sense to Jim's pleasure-clouded brain. "I felt it! I felt him putting his baby in me! Oh thank you Jim, thank you! It's inside me! I'm so happy!" 

The other girls all went insane. Even more insane, that is. Jen ripped Kelly off of him and dropped her, wheeling back toward him and shouting "Mine!" At the same time Trisha, who had been pressed against his back, tried to come around to his vacant right side while reaching for his cock, but Helen's hand was there first, pulling him toward her as she sat back onto the dresser with her legs spread. Trisha's legs got tangled with Jim's and she was flung onto the bed. Jen was still extricating herself from Kelly's indignantly flailing limbs on the floor. Jim was half-falling toward Helen. She kept her left hand on his cock and made sure that he fell directly into her pussy, sliding immediately all the way in. The stimulation was, of course, more than enough to push him over the edge.

"Oh! I'm coming!" he moaned as he grabbed her waist, pulled back, and thrust deeply inside her soft pussy again. He was spurting inside of this girl moments after taking another girls' virginity, and he wasn't even sure what this one's name was. Heather? Hanna? Her button-cute little face was overflowing with joy as she looked deeply into his eyes, watching the signs of his orgasm intently. 

With an animal snarl, Jen ripped him out of Helen and threw him back onto the bed next to Trisha, quickly jumping on top of him before the younger girl could. He had spurted twice inside of Helen, but as Jen fumbled with his cock to get it lined up with her entrance, his orgasm somehow seemed to pause and wait for her. Then it resumed as she sank her tight, tanned body down onto him and milked the last of his come, rocking sensually up and down with a look of triumph that fit her sexy little party-girl face much better than it had fit Helen's or Kelly's. 

"No fair!" Trisha whined at Jen, "Let me have some."

"Sorry kiddo, I think he's done for a little while," Jen said as she slid off him and quickly put her hand over her pussy to try to keep his come from leaking out. Helen, still over on the dresser, was doing the same. 

Comprehension was starting to dawn on Jim. "But you're all on the pill! Aren't you?"

Trisha saw the growing panic in his eyes and realized she might not get another chance. Before Jim could stand up, she jumped on top of him, lined him up with her entrance, and pushed down with all of her might. Her hymen gave and despite the pain she immediately shoved all the way down onto him. Then, pausing only briefly, she pulled almost all the way out, and pushed down onto him again. Her already tight, tiny, virginal pussy was clenching with pain, making it very difficult to move him in and out, but using her whole weight plus the wiry strength of her arms pulling up on his waist, she was able to do it. 




The Grateful Virus Ch. 05



All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. 

Note: I am entirely fueled and directed by your comments. If there's something in particular you like about this story, tell me!

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Almost the entire team was gathered in the lobby to wait for the bus, which seemed to be running late. Kelly had been there for a while, and had already set off a chain reaction of sneezing among several of the girls on the team. The sneezing fits had died down for a while, only reviving briefly when the two hotel maids walked through, pushing their carts. Shortly after this, Jen, Helen, and Trisha had arrived. Kelly motioned them over to see the new picture she had loaded as the background on her phone.

"Aw!"

"So cute!"

"Send it to me!"

"Me too!"

"What's so cute?" one of the other girls asked, as she leaned over to take a look. "Oh my god is that Nicole? Haha! Wow, don't show her boyfriend! Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name is Jim," Trisha said. "Isn't he dreamy?"

"Haha Trish! Zing! We'll make a bitch out of you yet. Now share that pic!"

Another girl had leaned in to look. "Wait, isn't he Sneezy the dwarf, from the hot tub?" Her new viral programming instantly kicked in as she looked at the picture. She gasped. She needed this man! Where could she find him?

A girl who had heard the story of Sneezy second-hand leaned in and looked. "What a tool! What was she thinking? Hey! Nicole made out with Sneezy the dwarf!" She turned back to Kelly. "You have GOT to share this pic!" 

The picture quickly found its way onto almost every cell phone on the team. The girls who had not gone swimming found it hilarious, and the others had quite a different reaction, but played along. 

Meanwhile, the hotel maids had reached Jim's room. They knocked, waited, and then entered the room and began cleaning. They propped the door open so they could easily get cleaning supplies from their carts in the hall. Maria started on the bathroom while Rosa went in to strip the bed. There was a man sound asleep on the bed, face up, bare naked, and uncovered. The hotel policies demanded that they instantly leave. But something stopped her. She took a closer look at his face, and then suddenly had to lean against the wall for support as a wave of lust overtook her. His naked body had done nothing for her, but looking at his face she had suddenly decided she had to have him. No, not just have him; have his baby! In a haze of lust she forgot about her coworker, she forgot to close the door, she forgot all hotel policies, and she forgot to ask Jim's permission. She hiked up her skirt and pulled off her panties. Stepping over to him, she lightly stroked his cock and watched it grow. He made a slight whimper. It sounded like "No, Jen." His eyes were still closed. He was fully erect. In one smooth motion she climbed on top of him and positioned his shaft at the entrance to her dripping pussy. 

Jen and the other girls had haunted his dreams all night. They were hunting him down like an animal. The dream reoccurred throughout the night in various locales: a forest, a ruined city, a swamp. He was always naked and shivering cold. There were always hundreds of them, or even thousands in one terrifying mob scene, and they always caught him in the end, usually because he sneezed at the wrong moment, giving away his hiding place. Then inexplicably he would be free before they could do anything to him, but they were always hot on his trail. 

Finally they caught him in a hotel room. Jen was dressed as a tribal priestess. She looked about 18 months pregnant. She was passing judgment on him. Her sexy face was twisted into a truly sinister scowl. She sentenced him to be strapped in to a big machine, which knocked the door down and came into the room on creaky wheels and seemed to be speaking Spanish as he was strapped to its underside, six feet off the floor and facing downward. The machine rubbed a felt-covered appendage spasmodically against his cock to make him hard. A girl entered the room shackled to a conveyor belt on all fours, her wide-open pussy facing Jim. The machine started moving, matching speeds with the conveyor belt. Then it suddenly pivoted Jim violently down and forward, plunging his cock into the girl's pussy, at which point he spurted a tiny bit of his seed inside her. Then, just as quickly he was pivoted back out and the machine jerked to a stop while the girl on the belt kept going and passed through a curtain of black plastic strips in the opposite wall, just like in an airport baggage claim. 

With the sound and motion of an enormous typewriter's carriage return, the machine then slammed him back over to the other side of the room just in time as another naked girl came into view, strapped into the belt in the exact same position. Again the same dizzying plunge all the way to the hilt inside her, the tiny spurt of come, the jerky withdrawal and the violent return to the other side of the room. Again and again the same precisely timed, mechanical motions, completely out of his control. No choice, no variation, no chance to see their faces, no time to savor or appreciate anything. The line of girls on the conveyor belt stretched out the door to the horizon. His wife watched, crying, from a seat in the bleachers next to his parents and his high school English teacher. It was horrific. 

Maria heard some odd noises and came out of the bathroom to see what Rosa was up to. She was on her knees on the bed, with her skirt hiked up around her waist, no panties, and the hard cock of a hotel guest in her pussy. Maria couldn't believe her eyes. Then she saw the man's face and she understood. 

Nicole and her three roommates were hurrying down the hall toward the lobby. They had to squeeze around the cleaning carts left in the hallway outside of Jim's room. Erin happened to glance in and stopped in her tracks. 

"Oh my god what's she doing?" They all stood transfixed. The maid had her skirt bunched up and her hands in her panties rubbing furiously. Her eyes were fixed on the bed, which they couldn't see from the hallway. The bed was creaking. 

Nicole spoke up. "Looks like Sneezy's got company," she said, smiling to the other girls as she walked off toward the lobby.

"Sneezy? This is his room?"

"Oh my god!" They were all suddenly overwhelmed with lust, but too stunned to move. 

Nicole's amused voice drifted back to them. "Better be quick girls, the bus is leaving any minute."

She heard them rush in. Smiling and not looking back, she strode into the lobby. The coach was outside watching for the bus, and the girls were huddled in small groups looking at cell phones. All conversation instantly ceased as she entered. Girls around the room hurriedly put away their phones. One wasn't fast enough, and Nicole grabbed her wrist and twisted it, looking at the phone with its background picture of her and Jim. Everyone held their breath, watching her, some waiting with glee for her explosion. It didn't come. Instead she smiled serenely and looked around at them all with her eyebrows raised very slightly. There wasn't a hint of shame or embarrassment in her face. Just an odd look of contentment. Real, calm happiness. The girls stared at her. If it was an act, she was an stunningly good actress.

In the silence, Jen asked "Hey Nikki where are your roomies? The coach is gonna be pissed."

In a cool, distinct voice she responded, "If I had to guess, I'd say they're probably gang-raping Sneezy in room 109." This produced a roar of laughter. About half of the girls marveled at how brilliantly Nicole had deflected any possible scorn by being the first to make a joke about Sneezy. Jen and her roommates smiled knowingly. The rest of the girls, those who had gone swimming last night, laughed to play along, but looked sharply at Nicole, trying to tell if there was any truth to this joke. Why mention the room number? Some of them knew it wasn't Nicole's room. A few started drifting back toward the hallway, but at that moment the bus pulled up and the coach came in to herd them outside.

In Jim's dream, the machine seemed to be stuck. Like a broken record, it kept starting to pull him back a few inches out of the girl in front of him, but then with a squeak it reversed its motion and pushed him all the way back in. This was actually producing a rather nice, smooth, even sensuous fucking motion, totally unlike its previous efficient violence. The wall they were approaching on the conveyor belt was somehow far away, but getting closer steadily. He hoped the orgasm he could feel building up would hit him before he hit the wall. Anyway, it was nice to be able to finally take his time and savor this one girl. All of a sudden the dream didn't seem half bad. But somehow he still couldn't see her face, even when she turned her head. That was odd. He really wanted to see her face. Oh, his eyes were closed! He opened them and suddenly he was awake. Or was he? As in the dream, he was fucking a complete stranger. No, not exactly, he realized as his eyes met hers. It was one of the cute maids he met yesterday. The other one was standing at the foot of the bed watching them with both hands buried in her panties. The maid on top of him was letting out a high-pitched squeak with every thrust down onto him. What the hell did she think she was doing? But there was no time to ask. He was about to come, and from the increasing tone of her squeaks she was too. Then it hit them. They both gasped at exactly the same moment as they peaked and began coming. His first spurt was normal, but the ones after it didn't release any semen, although he still spasmed several more times and experienced all the pleasure of a normal orgasm. 

The maid on top of him was grinning ear to ear and babbling in Spanish as they came together. He didn't understand a word, but the other maid immediately rushed over to them, also talking fast and with a very familiar look of need on her face. Oh shit. As the first maid began to lift off of him, he suddenly reached up and with all his might flung her off of him onto the other maid, then rolled off the other side of the bed, stood up, and made a break for the exit. Rounding the corner, he ran straight into Nicole's three roommates as they rushed into the room. He was set spinning by a glancing collision with the first one and crashed into the other two. The three of them almost fell to the ground together, but instead managed to find support from a wall. Jim ended up with his back against the wall and a tall girl with long black hair pressed up against him, his erection nestled between her butt cheeks. 

She turned her head, looked at his face, and gasped, saying "Oh god, it's him!" She had her shorts down in no time and, reaching back between her legs, brought his still moist cock to her entrance. The other girl, a short brunette, cut off any possibility of protest by grabbing his head forcefully and kissing him. The black-haired girl rubbed his cock up and down in her slit a couple times and then shoved it an inch inside her with a grunt. Jim's brain, still half asleep, was unable to comprehend the situation. Who were these girls? What were they doing here? He had passed out while being fucked by one girl, woken up with another riding him, and now just seconds after coming inside her a third was sliding him deliciously into her tight, wet channel while his mouth was assaulted by a fourth girl. The girl kissing him had also gotten her pants partway down her legs. She captured Jim's right hand and pressed it against her sopping pussy as the black-haired girl finally finished her slow, steady impalement onto his cock and began thrusting his full length, picking up speed with each thrust. He broke the kiss and looked down at her body. God, this girl was hot! He wanted much more time to appreciate her. He wanted her from a different angle too, so that it was less like the fucking-machine dream. He wanted to see her face. He was getting addicted to that crazy expression of joy and fulfillment that his come seemed to bring to their faces, as if it was the best thing that ever happened to them. But incredibly, he could already feel another orgasm approaching not a minute after his last.

"Wait, slow down. I don't want to come yet," he pleaded.

She moaned and sped up, slamming him against the wall with each powerful thrust. "No time. Do it now! Oh god, put your baby in me!"

Jim's body complied. Again it was that odd new kind of orgasm with only one actual spurt of come in the beginning, but then plenty of pleasurable but unproductive spasming afterwards. Again his partner began to come exactly when he did. They rode it out together for a few more thrusts before the other girls ripped them apart. The redhead on his left and the tiny brunette on his right were fighting over him, each trying to turn his body their way. The second maid, now naked except for her shoes and bra, slipped by them both and backed up onto his cock, pressing him back against the wall and producing whimpers of frustration from the other girls. 

"No fair, we're in a hurry! You can have him all day!" the brunette said as she tried to push the maid off of him. The redhead joined her. They got her most of the way off, but she stopped herself, bracing her hands on the opposite wall and pushing back hard. The maid slowly started to win the battle. Looking down, Jim was blown away by how sexy her straining, tensed up body was as she slowly pushed back onto him. Unbelievably, he felt the stirrings of another orgasm approaching as she reached the halfway point of her agonizingly slow, forceful stroke. Her ass cheeks were spread wide and tight with effort, allowing him to clearly see every detail of his rock-hard cock impaling her. The tiny brunette had stopped resisting and started stripping her shorts all the way off. Without her resistance, the maid was able to begin thrusting in earnest, bringing Jim quickly to yet another orgasm. 

From down the hall, they heard a loud male voice call out "Bus is here! Let's go girls, or we're gonna be late!" The black-haired girl pulled up her shorts and hurried out of the room, grinning ear to ear. 

As Jim and the maid began to come together, the brunette vaulted on top of the maid's bent body, landing facing Jim and then leaning back on the maid's back. Her weight caused the maid to stagger, dropping her body lower and forward as she babbled joyfully in spanish about his seed in her womb. His cock sprang free in mid orgasm and came level with the brunette's wide-open pussy. Her hand caught him and guided him in. Still coming, he pushed through her hymen and then all the way into her tiny, tanned body, feeling his cock spurt once again deep inside this lust-crazed and now deflowered stranger. He got in a couple more deep thrusts in her wonderful, virginal, instantly orgasm-wracked little body before the maid fell to her knees below them, causing the brunette to topple to the right onto the floor, but not before grabbing at Jim and throwing him off balance. He tripped and stumbled forward and to the right, finally regaining his balance at the entrance to the bathroom. 

The redhead jumped over the maid and lunged at him, pushing him back into the bathroom and then pulling him toward her as she sat back on the counter with her legs spread. His tip touched her slit and she pushed it down to nestle in her entrance, then grabbed his ass and pulled him into her all at once. He started to thrust in and out slowly and she put her hands back on the sink and arched her body in pleasure. He was almost instantly close to coming again! This was just incredible. He looked down at her body stretched out and wide open to him as he slid deep inside her. Her eyes were closed and her adorable little mouth was open, gasping with each thrust. She was gorgeous! She had the same sweet, gentle kind of beauty as every girl he had ever had a crush on. And her skin was fantastically smooth and creamy, almost glowing. It was as good to run his hands along the skin of her thighs or stomach as it was to slide his cock in and out of her. 

He forced himself to pause deep inside her to avoid coming. He wanted much more time with this girl. She too was near the brink. She whimpered and tried to grind against him, but in this position he was in control. He slid his hands up around her hips onto her waist, pushing her shirt up to get a better look at her. Her waist had seemed narrow before, but it was hard to tell with her loose shirt hanging down in the way. Now as he raised it above her flat stomach he marveled at how much narrower it was than he had thought. He began to slowly thrust again as he slid the shirt above her breasts and unhooked her bra, taking an upturned breast in each hand and savoring the sight and sensations. He had to pause again. Again, she whimpered. "Come! I need you to come! Make me pregnant!"

"No, not yet. I want you from behind too. And take that shirt off."

"I have to go! There's no time!" she whined, but he was already backing out. She quickly stripped off her shirt as she stood up and turned around, spreading her legs wide apart and putting her hands on the counter. He took his time, running his hands over her wonderfully shaped and deliciously smooth ass, thighs, and waist. He bent down and got a good look at her sweet pink pussy, spreading her outer lips and watching his finger penetrate her little pink opening, then moving his finger back out to play briefly with her engorged and throbbing clitoris. Then he stood up and ran his cock along her slit a few times. Positioning himself at her entrance, he took another long look at her amazing body shape and heavenly skin. Then he made eye contact with her in the mirror and slowly slid deep inside her again. She gasped and tried to start thrusting fast against him, but with his hands on her narrow waist he was in control. 

He kept the rhythm slow and sensual, thrusting the full length each time and savoring every bit. He brought himself to the edge of orgasm again and watched her face. She seemed to somehow be exactly as close to coming as he was at all times. He paused only briefly this time, then did a couple thrusts, then paused very briefly again, concentrating on keeping himself right at the edge. He could tell that she was right there too. Every little gasp or moan she gave was a perfect expression of how he was feeling. Incredible! He decided to keep this up for as long as he could and just see what happened. Each time he had to move less and pause a little longer. Each time he paused he held her waist tightly to keep her from pushing them over the edge with the slightest movement. 

On the bus, the coach was fuming. "Where the hell is Erin? We're gonna be late! Come on, doesn't anyone know? Who roomed with her?"

Nicole spoke up from the back of the bus. "I did Coach. She'll be here soon. She's having a... female problem." 

That answer silenced him for a moment. He heard scattered giggles. "Ok then. I take it it's not a problem that she can deal with in the bus's bathroom?"

"Probably not a good idea, coach." 

Ignoring the renewed chorus of suppressed giggling, the coach asked "Well, what room is she in?"

"109."

"Ok. Sarah," he pointed to a girl in the front seat, "go to 109 and make sure Erin is moving as fast as she can." With an odd look of glee in her eye, Sarah got up and ran off the bus. Three other girls had the same thought at once. 109! The same number as in Nicole's supposed joke about gang-raping Sneezy. And that was definitely not the room Erin and Nicole had stayed in. Their room had been on the even side. Maybe Nicole wasn't joking!

"I'll go too," said Heather, who was sitting in the second row, ahead of where the coach was standing. Before he could even turn around she was out the door, right behind Sarah.