0 comments/ 25423 views/ 0 favorites The Virus By: jthserra The Virus “Language is a virus from outer space.”         William S. Burroughs Jonathan had been exposed, and he knew he would get the virus. Sure there was only a fifty percent chance, but he knew the numbers and he knew his luck. Now it was painfully clear, he was exposed and most certainly he’d contract the virus. He only wished he had thought this clearly earlier. She was beautiful and he could feel her vibrate deep inside him. Within moments of entering her proximity he could feel the electricity run through his body. He felt the tingling growth and his breath quickened. He stopped walking and simply watched her. Long blonde hair covered her neck and tumbled onto her shoulders. He could see the aura almost sparkle as a breeze tossed her light hair. He looked at her firm breasts, the distinct nipples showing through her blouse, the hit of cleavage showing above a light bra, the subtle curve onto her stomach. He noticed her watching him, she smiled and moved toward him, her hand extended. Jonathan was surprised at her immediate invitation, but he gave into his compulsions and reached to her. Their hands touched, the small receptors in their wrists both oozed a clear liquid which sparkled in the sunlight as they joined. Her name was Thena, he knew this as soon as their receptors met. Information coursed through them exciting them as they learned the intimate details of each other. He knew she loved the feel of a man just as he entered her, he knew he should let himself slip completely out of her so he could repeat his entry again and again. In turn she learned he loved cupping a woman’s breasts, rubbing his face over the nipples. She also learned he feared her some, he had heard some could hide their illness. He was correct and as they undressed and he rubbed his face over her nipples, he had no idea. She reached down and guided his cock, feeling the intense excitement of his initial entry. He pressed deeply into her and then quickly withdrew, letting himself fall completely out of her. Her fingers guided him to another entry and he heard her breath quicken. He repeated the maneuver until he could feel her press against him and come. Caught up in her elation and feeling some of her orgasm through his receptors he quickly came too, splashing his hot come into her cunt. She too could feel his orgasm though her receptors and whispered, “Oh yes.” He pulled away, the fear made him shudder. His message coursed into her receptor, harsh and grating, ‘You spoke.’ Her receptors replied, ‘No I didn’t.’ ‘Yes, I heard you. I heard it!’ ‘No…’ ‘You spoke, you are infected!’ Her lips moved, “Yes, I spoke. I just needed you to touch me, I needed it.” ‘Get away, stay away,’ he coursed into her as he broke contact. “Please touch me, touch me.” He clamped his hands over his ears and ran from her. He ran for miles, finally coming to his apartment building, where he rushed to his quarters and climbed into his shower. The combination of water, compressed air and sonic waves cleaned the filth from his skin and hair. The filth that he just knew was inside him was untouched. Over the next few days he walked the silent sterile streets of his world, afraid to touch anyone. Inside him he knew the virus incubated, six days, he counted them one aching day after another. He opened his mouth and waited for sound. The silence gave him hope, but he knew it was false. The virus came on quickly after the six days and he was immediately isolated. The other people had heard of outbreaks, but for most they had never seen one until now. They were frightened, so all they thought about was the virus. Their neural connections tingled with the concept, sparking with anticipated danger. The virus was bad, but they feared the isolation more. They watched as he walked so distant from everyone else. His receptors twitched, longing contact, longing understanding. They almost felt his pain, his disconnection. They saw sadness redden his face as he watched them exchange. They vibrated sadness to each other, but as one was tempted to approach him, they felt the shocking reminder: his virus! He would reach out, but as they were tempted to respond, his lips would move, and they darted away. He felt his body tremble and knew the end was near. There was no cure for the virus, and lacking contact, lacking communication he could not survive. He reached for them, his receptors vibrated: ‘Touch me, touch me,’ but his lips also moved and he heard the sound. They watched him slide to his knees. They held each other tight as his receptors flailed wildly. They wanted to help him, but linked in understanding, they didn't dare. Then, as if in confirmation of their fears, his receptors paused and he moved his lips. They saw the vibrations in the air and pulled away. Only he understood as his lips whispered: "Touch me, please... please touch me." These strange vibrations reflected off walls as he fell forward. He died alone, so alone. The Virus Chapter 1 The Virus Atlanta, Georgia is a beautiful place to visit. It is truly the south and exhibits all of the southern charms we associate with the south. Great barbeque pork, beautiful women and Cheetah III, one of this countries best nude gentlemen's clubs. I was there on business visiting Atlanta for a couple of weeks when the holocaust hit the entire nation. It happened so fast and was so devastating that no one had a chance to determine how it happened or do anything about it. Apparently some radical terrorist group had figured out how to deliver a fatal virus to the entire country. Within twenty-four hours 95% of the population came down with a very severe flu like virus that proved fatal within the next 48 to 72 hours. How it was delivered or spread they didn't have time to find out. It swept the country very fast. Overnight the hospitals were overwhelmed. People were dying in the streets; it was as though the end of the world had come. Anarchy erupted almost immediately. Looting, shootings, utter chaos prevailed. Virtually all infrastructures ceased to operate. With no one to operate the power, phones, water, you name it, they quite working. People were looting stores, stealing cars, robbing everything, all to no avail, as they couldn't take it with them when they got sick and died. When I came down with this flu, I had no idea what was happening. I stayed in my hotel room in bed, watching TV the first day and then it quit. The phones went dead and the radio stations went down also. The Cell phone system also went down the second day. Unfortunately, before I had decided that I should call someone. All communications systems were dead. Late the second day the power went off. Sick as I was I now began to get worried. I was running a fever, throwing up and had diarrhea real bad. The only thing that I had with me was a bottle of extra strength Tylenol that seemed to ease my aching joints. My hotel was near downtown Atlanta and my view out my third floor windows was shocking. Fires, looting, people running, sick people everywhere that I could see. This was very bad. How bad I had yet to understand. For the next three days I spent my time between the bed and the bathroom, mostly in the bathroom. It's a bitch when you need to sit on the stool and also hold a waste can to puke in at the same time. I had never had the flu so bad. My fifty-eight year old body was being hammered pretty hard. I must have lost at least 15 lbs. in those three days. That put me just under 200 lbs. I had intended to loose some weight, but not this way. After three days of being racked by this flu I started to feel better, not much, but a little. I was weak as hell and had no energy. On the morning of the fourth day I got up and decided that I needed to go out and get something to eat. I was hungry, and needed a shower badly. I showered. The water was still running and evidently the gas was still working, as there was hot water. I took a long hot shower and felt much better. I dried, shaved and dressed and left my room. The elevators weren't working so I walked down three flights of stairs to the hotel lobby. There was no one there. I decided to have a look outside. Once outside it felt good to be out in the warm spring sun. I noticed a very distinct odor in the air. It was the smell of death and the dead. I had smelled it before in Viet Nam, so I knew what it was. There was also an eerie silence; there were no sounds of the city or people. I noticed a couple of bodies, but no other people. No movement, just silence. I walked down the street a couple of blocks. Store windows were broken out as they had been looted. I was getting hungrier by the minute. I needed to find something to eat. I decided to go back to the hotel and see if there was anything in the hotel kitchen. Back at the hotel I walked through the lobby into the coffee shop, again there was no one there. I went behind the counter to the grill and turned it on. The gas flame on the burner fired. I went into the prep kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was not running, but having been closed and not opened the foodstuff inside was still cool. I gathered up some eggs, butter, ham, shredded potatoes and orange juice. I took these back out to the grill. I went back and found some bread and strawberry jam. I took these to the grill. I heated up a couple of frying pans and cooked the ham, hash brown and eggs. I toasted the bread over one of the burners and sat down to breakfast. I ate what I had cooked and got up and cooked a second helping. I was hungry and it tasted wonderful. Once sated I decided to go back up to my room and take a nap. I was tired and my full belly was making me drowsy. When I got to the door of my room my magnetic key failed to open the door. Now wasn't this a hell of a deal. All my belongings were in my room and I couldn't get in. I went back down to the lobby and then toward the rear of the hotel. I found the janitors/maintenance room and got a crowbar and a hammer. I went back up to my room and pried and beat the door open. Those steel doors are tough. I finally got in by knocking off the door handle and then tripping the door latch with my finger. Once inside I lay down and dozed off immediately. I awoke later hungry again. I went back down to the coffee shop kitchen area found some things to eat and prepared my dinner. I had found a steak, corn on the cob, potatoes and some asparagus that were all good. As I sat eating my dinner I contemplated my situation. I wasn't sure what had happened, but I was sure that it was catastrophic. Here I was in Atlanta, Georgia, 3500 miles from my home in Southern California. I decided that I needed to get back to the west coast. Driving seemed to be the only way. I was sure that there were no airlines flying. I ruled out a motorcycle, a car or pickup seemed a logical choice. The pickup offered more capacity to haul what I would need to make the trip. I was weighing my options carefully. I didn't know what was out there and would need to prepare for any eventually. A thousand thoughts raced through my head as I tried to figure out what had happened and how extensive the virus had affected the whole country. Little did I realize that the effects of the virus were massive. Chapter 2 Preparing For The Trip I retired early as the next day was going to be busy. I rose early and went down to the coffee shop kitchen and made some breakfast. After breakfast I packed my belongings and left the hotel and started walking down the street. Looted stores were everywhere. There were a few bodies of the dead. The whole downtown landscape was devastated. Within a few blocks I found a car that still had the keys in it and loaded my baggage into the back seat of the Toyota and a headed out. As I drove around the city it became clear to me that the flu virus had wiped out virtually all of the population. I saw no living people. This was bad, very bad! After thinking it over as I drove around I decided that a pickup wasn't going to work to get me home. I was not going to be able to haul enough to make the trip; especially if I was going to take enough with me to make the whole trip. There seemed to be only two viable choices. One was a tractor-trailer; this would allow me to take as much as I needed in the trailer. The other would be to get a large motor home and a trailer. This seemed to be the best choice. A motor home would proved me with self-contained living accommodations and the trailer enough space to haul extra fuel, and what tools I might need. I stopped at a convenience store and picked up a newspaper and looked up ads for motor home dealers. I also grabbed some maps of Atlanta, Georgia and the rest of the states that I thought I would be traveling through. I picked out the RV dealer with the biggest ad and drove over to their location. There must have been over 200 motor homes in this place. I spent a couple of hours walking around the place looking. There was a lot to choose from. Eventually I selected a 40' 0' diesel pusher bus sized motor home with caterpillar power. The price tag on this window said $425,000 and it showed it. I thought I might as well steal the best if I was going to take one. The interior had a rear bedroom that was more luxurious than most hotel rooms. There were also two bunk beds just forward of the rear bedroom, with the bathroom across from the bunks. It also featured a full kitchen galley, and all leather furniture. This was real luxury. I also picked out a thirty foot three axle enclosed trailer. I found the keys to the units I wanted in the back room of the office. I hooked up the trailer, loaded my meger belongings into the motor home and pulled out. The first problem that needed to be solved was fuel. As electrical power was out everywhere I would need to find a way to get fuel out of the in ground tanks at fuel stations and into the motor home. I located a fuel supply store and loaded a 750-gallon heating oil storage tank into the trailer and secured it. There was also an electric pump and hose that I could use to transfer the fuel. The motor home had a high output diesel generator that would supply power for the electric pump. I stopped at the first station that had diesel fuel and filled the 150-gallon tank in the motor home and the storage tank that was in the trailer. If my calculations were correct, at 7 MPG the 900 gallons of fuel that I had would be more than adequate to get me to California. I found a Camping World store a short way from where I fueled up. Here I shopped for everything I could think of to supply and support the motor home including folding chairs and table for outside use. I also picked up a propane-fired barbeque along with several bottles of propane, which I loaded into the trailer. Next stop was stop was at a grocery store. I turned on the refrigerator so it would be cool incase that I found any perishables that were still good. I spent the rest of the afternoon in the grocery store supplying the motor home with as much food stocks, cleaning supplies and personal hygiene goods as I could load into it. I also stocked up on what first aid supplies I could find. What supplies that wouldn't fit in the motor home cabinets I stored in the trailer. I spent that night in the grocery store parking lot. I felt it would take me a couple more days to completely supply for the trip across country. I spent a little time listing the things that I would need and laid out a plan to obtain the things that I wanted to get. I still had not seen any life about and this began to worry me. I wondered why and how I had survived when virtually everyone else seemed to have perished. I didn't have a good answer for that question at all. I also wondered about what it was that killed off most of the population and how it had happened. I retired early, as I was still not fully recovered from my bout with the flu. Tomorrow was another day; maybe I'd find some answers then. I woke early as was my habit and pulled out to continue my requisitioning of things that I wanted for the trip. The next item on my list was to secure some tools. I stopped at the first car dealership that I passed. In the service area I selected the largest snap on toolbox that I could find and went through it to see what was there. As I pushed it out to the trailer I stopped at several other toolboxes and finished getting the tools I wanted. I loaded the toolbox into the trailer and secured it. Next stop was at a mega hardware store. Here I got an air compressor, rope, some hammers, axe, saws, tie down straps, shovel, fuel cans, and other things that I thought that I might require. I still didn't see any signs of life. The smell of dead decomposing bodies was everywhere. It was most prevalent in the residential areas of the city. I supposed that large numbers of people had died in their homes. There were a few bodies outside and in vehicles. This was a disaster of major proportions. As I passed by a large mall I decided to stop and see if there was anything that I needed there. Once inside the mall I picked up what clothing I thought I would need along with a couple of pair of good boots. Doing laundry was not on my list of things to do. When my clothes got dirty I planned to just throw them away and put on new, as they were readily available. I also got linens and towels for the bed and bath. I passed all the jewelry stores as these items were of little value or use to me. As I passed Victoria's Secret I wondered if there were any women who had survived the flu. Once all my mall requisitions (I liked that term better than stolen) were stored and secured I fired up the motor home to find my next supply requisition stop. I don't claim to be a boy scout, but I do believe in being prepared and arming myself seemed a prudent thing to do. I found the largest gun/sporting goods store in Atlanta. I didn't have to break in as someone had already done that. I knew what I wanted and proceeded to locate the firearms that I required. I found a shopping cart and started loading up the weapons that I wanted. First, I selected two Smith & Wesson 686 .357 caliber revolvers, then two Beretta 9mm semi auto pistols. While looking through the used guns for sale I found two matched highly modified 1911 Colt STS combat .45 semi automatics. Just for the hell of it I also picked up a Colt Single action revolver in .45 long colt. In the rifle section I took a Winchester model 194 lever action in 30-30, a Winchester model 70 in .306 with scope and a very nice Beretta 12 gauge semi auto shot gun. The real find for me though was an M14. I had carried one of these dudring my tour of duty in Viet Nam and loved this rifle. Just for the hell of it I also grabbed an AR15. This may seem like overkill, but as long as I wasn't paying for them I thought it a good idea to be well armed. I gathered up a 1000 rounds of ammunition for each weapon as well as a variety of leather for the pistols and revolvers so that they could be easily carried. I found extra magazines for all of the semiautomatic guns. I also got cleaning gear to cover all my requisitioned weapons. I stowed the weapons in the motor home. I loaded several and put them in easily accessed locations in both the motor home and the trailer. I strapped on one of the Colt 1911 government pistols and felt much more secure. Now well armed, fueled and supplied I felt ready to depart Atlanta. As I headed out of town to US highway 20 to Birmingham, Alabama I spotted a Harley Davidson Dealer. An inspiration struck me and I pulled in. I thought it would nice to have a motorcycle to use for scouting around on and I had the space to put it in the trailer. I parked the motor home and went into the dealership. There were at least a hundred motorcycles to choose from. I spent a couple of hours looking at the bikes and finally decided on a new 1200cc Sportster. This would be good for what I intended to use it. I found several five-gallon full fuel cans in the service department. I fueled the Sportster up and made a few laps around the parking lot just make sure that it ran good. I loaded it in the back of the trailer and secured it with tie down straps. Chapter 3 Betty As I entered the motor home to leave a movement across the street in a convenience store caught my eye. I didn't start the motor home, but just sat there and watched. Within a few minutes a woman came out the store with two bags of stuff and headed down the street. I jumped out of the motor home and ran down the street after her. I must have scarred her as she took off running. This was the first live person that I had seen in a week and I wasn't going to let her get away before talking to her. She was pretty fast and it was all I could do to catch up to her. She cut off the sidewalk and through a park. I finally caught up with her and tackled her, as she would not stop at my calls to her. As I held her down on the grass she was screaming and shouting and fighting back as hard as she could. I held her down to subdue her until she gave up in exhaustion. "I'm not going to hurt you I just want to talk to you. Please calm down and listen to me," I told her repeatedly. "My name is Jerry and all I want to do is talk to you, please listen to me." Eventually she calmed a little. "What do you want with me, don't hurt me, just let me go," she yelled. "Take it easy, all I want to do is talk. Please." I released her and she moved away from me a couple of feet. We just set there on the grass in the park looking at each other. "My name is Jerry and you are the first live person that I have seen in a week. Just talk to me then you can go." She looked at me warily. Finally she spoke, "My name is Betty. And I saw two guys two days ago." "Really, where were they? Did you speak to them?" I asked "They were about two miles from here, and no I didn't really speak to them. They tried to rape me. I kicked one of them in the balls while the other one had his pants around his ankles and I got away." "Are you ok?" I asked. "Yea, I'm ok I guess. Mostly just scared," she replied. "What's happened to everyone? They are all dead." "Did you get the flu?" I asked. "Yes, I had it for about four days. It was pretty bad. When I recovered and went out was when I found that everyone had died. I was so scared, still am for that matter. Do you know what has happened?" "I'm not sure, but I think the flu was what did it. Somehow I don't think it was a natural phenomenon. Some of us, a very few, had some kind of resistance to it killing us, most people did not and died. Do you live around here?" I asked. "I live a couple of blocks from here." I brushed some grass out of her hair, "I'm sorry that I scared you and tackled you, but I really wanted to talk to you. Please forgive me for scaring you." "No apology necessary, I'm ok now. Do you live here?" she asked. "No, I am here in Atlanta on business. I live in Southern California and I guess I'm stranded here. I was planning on driving back. In fact I was just getting ready to leave town when I saw you. Let me offer you a ride home. That's the least that I can do for you." "Thanks, I'll take you up on that. It's not far from here," she accepted. As we walked back to my motor home I couldn't help but check her out. She was a 30 to 35 year old brunette with a good figure. Her body was trim and fit, just very nice and attractive. She had a very pretty face that could have belonged to a much younger woman. She was only about 5'2" and she was very lucky that she had escaped her would be attackers. Upon entering the motor home she was very impressed. "This is beautiful, absolutely gorgeous! Where did you get this?" she asked. "I just picked it up at the local RV dealer, I didn't think they would mind considering the way things are. Do you have family here in Atlanta?" I asked. "No, both parents died a few years ago, I'm an only child. Been divorced for almost eight years, and you." Divorced for ten years now, both parents deceased. I have no ties at all here in Atlanta." "I guess that I don't have any ties here really either. No job now, no family, no friends that I can find. Just so many gone," she said as she started to weep. We pulled up in front of her home at that moment. After I shut the motor home down I held her as she wept. I couldn't make it all better or everything that had happened go away. The least I could do was comfort her in this moment. Soon she regained her composure and we went into her house. She went to the bathroom to clean up while I sat in the living room waiting for her. I wanted to get on the road-heading west, but I also didn't really want to leave her here by herself. I thought the best thing that I could do was ask her to go with me. She came into the living room shortly, face washed, clothes changed and looking very attractive. The Virus It was early afternoon by now, "Could I fix you something to eat? I have things in the motor home that we could fix up quickly." "I'd like that, thank you," she replied. We went to the motor home to make something. We talked as we prepared the meal and ate. She was really impressed with the amenities that the motor home had. It had everything, including a large refrigerator/freezer that worked off of electricity AC & DC) as well as propane. We talked about what she was going to do. In all honesty she had no clue. She agreed that she would have a tough time surviving here by her self, but she didn't really have any idea about what else to do. "I will stay here for a couple of days while we think it over. Maybe we can come up with an idea," I suggested. "That would be great, I'd appreciate that," she said. After we had cleaned up form our meal I suggested, "Let's do something fun! Why don't we go and find a video store and get some movies. The motor home has a complete audio and video system and we may as well make use of it." "Yes, that sounds good. There is a video story only two blocks from here. We can walk to it if you like." She came back. We walked to the video store and browsed its inventory ending up with three shopping bags full of DVDs. While Betty picked out a movie to watch I made popcorn and poured two cold Pepsis. We sat and watched the movie (Yes, it was a chick flick she picked out) and ate our snacks. She was very easy to be with. She had a pleasant personality and was open and friendly. During the last half of the movie she leaned up against me as we sat on the couch. It felt good to have another person around especially one as good-looking as she was. When the movie ended, she rose to go. "I need a shower, I'm tired and then going to bed, I'll see you in the morning. Thank you for dinner and the movie." With that she kissed me lightly on the cheek, gave me a quick hug and went back in to her home. I sat on the couch for a few minutes thinking about Betty and the trip west. I notice candlelight appear in her house and looked out the window to see. What I saw was Betty undressing in her bedroom preparing to take her shower. I probably shouldn't have been watching her, but the pervert in me just took over and my eyes were glued to the image of her undressing by candlelight. As she removed her blouse and bra she exposed the loveliest pair of breast that I think I have ever seen. They were about the size of half a grape fruit with very predominate dark nipples that stood out like to bullets. As she removed her skirt and bikini panties her waist was slim, her stomach flat and smooth and her hips slightly flared. Her Venus mound was shaved clean and protruded slightly. Her vaginal lips that were clearly visible were full and inviting. She had an absolutely beautiful body. Before I realized what was happening my hard cock was out of my pants and in my hand and I was seeking relief from the sight that I beheld. As I came of my own accord she left the room to go to her shower. I decided then that there was no way that I could leave this beautiful woman here alone. I went and took my shower and went to bed. The next morning I woke at me usual time, six o'clock. Did my morning routine and got dressed. Just about the time I was going to go and knock on Betty's door, she knocked on mine. "Good morning pretty lady." And I mean that was no exaggeration she looked great. She was dressed in medium length shorts and a sleeveless cotton blouse and absolutely radiating. "What's on your agenda today?" she asked. "First I'm taking you out for breakfast and then I thought we would do some shopping. How does that sound to you?" "Great, but I don't think there any restaurants open today," she replied. "Let me worry about that, now tell me where there was a good restaurant in the area." We started the motor home and drove about two miles back into Atlanta. We parked across the street form a good-looking restaurant and went in. The door was open and I could see once we were inside that some one had ransacked the cash registrar. Stupid people, what good was money now? We went back into the kitchen and opened the walk in refrigerator. It was still cool inside. It was well insulated, the door had not been opened in the last week and the weather had not been too hot, so the perishables inside were still good. I got eggs, sausage, shredded hash brown potatoes, some pears and orange juice. I checked the stove to be sure that the gas was still on and luckily it was. I cooked up breakfast and served her in one of the booths in the main eating area. She seemed delighted with our breakfast and that I had cooked and served it. We were just finishing up when two guys surprised us walking in the door of the restaurant. When Betty turned and saw them she screamed and yelled, "Not you two again?" "Yes, its us and we are going to have apiece of you this time," the bigger one shouted back. They were both armed and came rushing at us guns raised. I pulled the .45 from the holster on my hip and leveled it at them and opened fire. Four shots later they were both dead on the floor. There wasn't much time to think let alone react and my training and instincts had told me to shoot and that's what I did. Anarchy, that's what it had come to. Betty was in hysterics as I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of there and into the motor home. I didn't want to stick around there any longer. It was time to leave. She calmed down a little as we left. I felt bad about shooting those two even though they were assholes, but they were armed and meant to do us bodily harm. I wasn't about to let that happen. "Those were the two guys that attacked you a few days ago?" I asked. "Yes, that was them, the bastards!" was her reply. "I don't think they will bother you again, and I don't think we'll be able to go back to that restaurant again either. That got a smile out of her. We drove back to her place and sat in the motor home and talked about her options. They seemed limited at best. It was then that I suggested she come with me to the west coast. "I don't know, this is the only place that I have ever lived. I was born and raised in Atlanta and have spent my entire life here. I hate to leave," she stated. "What have you got to stay for? No family, no friends, no help, at least with me we could work together to help each other. I think that would be a good thing. I only want to go to the west coast to see what has happened there. After that I'm wide open. I have no idea what I'm going to do after that," I told her. "Your probably right, it would be tough for me to stay her by myself and the longer time goes on the tougher it will get. Let me think it over. I'll have an answer for you tomorrow," was her reply. We spent the rest of the morning scavenging frozen meat from restaurant freezers, steaks, pork chops, bacon, sausage and the like. In one restaurant refrigerator we found enough fresh vegetables to make a really good salad for lunch. We then went shopping at a nearby mall. I picked up a few more things I thought I could use, which included a couple of leather jackets and other articles of clothing. We got a toaster and mixer as well as some other kitchen utensils for the motor home. Betty was trying on all kinds of things from jeans and shirts to evening gowns just for fun. I enjoyed her modeling all kinds of outfits for me. She was very pleasing to look at and often when she was changing she failed to close the dressing room door affording me a spectacular view of her changing clothes. We were getting pretty loaded down as we were about ready to leave. Betty told me to go on out to the motor home as she had a few very personal items to get and would be out very soon. I went to the motor home and began stowing away the things that I had picked up. She joined me shortly and we drove back to her place. She was thrilled with the clothing she had picked up. She had just not thought of going in and helping herself before I suggested it. Who was going to care? We had a minimal dinner in the motor home and retired early. Betty went into her place and I stayed in the motor home. It was beginning to feel like home to me now and I liked it. After my shower I went into the living room to see if she was going to give me a repeat of last nights show. I could see into her candle lit bedroom, but she was not visible. I stood and watched her room while I toweled my self-dry. Much to my delight she appeared wrapped in a towel fresh from her shower. She dried herself as I took in the beauty of her body. I wanted to get my hands and mouth on those fantastic breasts of hers in the worst way. All kinds of fantasies were racing through my head about what I would like to do to and with her body. Once she had dried her self she turned back the covers of the bed and lay down. Damn she looked good! I saw her hand move down to her vagina. She spread her legs slightly to give her fingers access and began slowly rubbing herself. Her other hand was touching her breasts, her nipples were becoming aroused. She wasn't the only one becoming aroused. My flaccid member sprang to life also. I began stroking myself as I watched her masturbate. I think we both came at about the same time. I wanted so badly to be the one to bring her to climax. She blew the candle out and covered herself. I ambled off back to my bedroom and went to sleep only to dream of making love to Betty. The next morning after I rose and was taking a shower Betty barged in yelling, "Good morning Jerry, where are you. I want to tell you that I have decided." I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me and stepped into the hallway. She threw her arms around me and kissed me firmly and passionately on the lips and said, "I'm going with you, there's nothing here for me to stay for and I would rather be with you." "Great!" I replied and threw my arms around her and kissed her back. I dropped my towel and stooped to retrieve it. "Don't worry about it, if we are going to be together we will have to get used to it," she said as she hugged me tightly. "You get dressed, I'll make us some breakfast and then we can decide what we are going to do today." I went back to the bedroom to dress, while she went to the kitchen to make breakfast. This was a good thing I thought. We will be good for each other. Chapter 4 On The Road After breakfast we went into Betty's house to gather the things she wanted to take. She did good. She realized that we were limited on space and she only took those things she felt were essential or had some significant sentimental value. Within five hours she was loaded into the motor home and ready to take off. Along with the movie DVDs we had picked up I had gotten some music CDs to listen also. As we pulled away from her place I put on a Willie Nelson CD of 'On The road Again'. Betty thought it was funny and told me, "God I hope that I don't have to listen to that Country sound the whole trip." We both laughed at that. We headed out to the freeway toward Birmingham, Alabama. I estimated that it would take us about five to six days to reach Los Angles. Once on the freeway my estimate proved wrong. There were a few, not a lot, but a number of abandon or just stopped cars on the highway. We had to watch out for them and drive around them. This slowed our pace quite a bit. We were lucky to average 40 mph if we were lucky. We drove along at a leisurely pace talking and getting to know one another better. We saw no other living person that first day. We didn't stop all day, just kept driving. I liked driving the motor home, it was kind of fun. If Betty needed to use the facilities all she had to do was get up and go. She made us sandwiches for lunch and I ate while driving. She was good company and we had a lively conversation. I kept glancing at her breasts and taught nipples that were pressing at the material of her blouse. She had beautiful breasts and I so wanted to suckle them. By late afternoon I was getting tired and exited the freeway into a small town to find a good place to park for the night. We stopped next a small park not far from the freeway. We made dinner and ate. After dinner I got out two of the handguns a 9mm Beretta and one of the .357 Smith & Wessons. We had stopped next to a small park. I retrieved some empty cans from a trashcan and set them up for targets on a picnic table about ten yards from the motor home. I loaded both handguns and turned to Betty, "You need to know how to shoot and now is the time." I explained how the .357 revolver worked and put it into her hands. I went over some basic gun safety rules I wanted her to follow. I stepped behind her and helped her hold and aim the weapon. As she squeezed of the first round it scared her so bad she dropped the gun. I picked it up and checked it. She reached out for it, "Let me try again. I'll do better this shot," and she did. I took her about twelve rounds before she hit one of the cans. By this time she was starting to get into it. Every time she hit a can she would yell in glee. For some reason watching her shoot was arousing me. I stepped behind her to help her hold the gun and give her a couple of pointers. "I can't shoot straight with that thing of yours sticking me in the butt mister." she said to me. Damn, was I embarrassed, I hadn't realized that I was pressing my erection that hard into her backside. Betty shot up a full box of ammunition before she had had enough for the day. We went inside the motor home and I went to the rear to take a shower while she made dinner. After my shower I put on a pair of sweats and we ate. While I cleaned up the kitchen Betty showered. When the kitchen was cleaned I went back and started making up the lower bunk bed. Just as I was finishing she came out of the shower. "What are you doing?" she asked. "I'm making up my bed. I thought I 'd let you have the big bed in the bedroom and I would sleep here," I answered. "No way, if we are going to be together, we are going to be together and that's that," she told me firmly. "I only thought that...." I started to say. "No, we are going to be together and that's the way that I want it, do you understand?" Who was I to argue with that? She wore a thin cotton knee length robe that was tied at the waist, It revealed her figure and I took it all in as she walked toward the living room. I followed her there and watched her as she selected a movie and put it in the DVD player. We set down on the couch as the movie began. Betty snuggled up against me as I put my arm around her. To my surprise she took my hand a placed it on her breast, it was soft and firm at the same time. I could feel her erect nipple through the thin cloth. I circled it and caressed it with my fingers. This elicited a soft moan from her and she snuggled tighter into me. She placed her hand high on my inner thigh and began to tenderly stroke it. My cock began to stiffen and was very visible through my sweats. We continued watching the movie as we gently touched each other. I noticed her legs as her robe had fallen away. I could see almost all the way to the top of her thighs. She had beautiful legs. I let my hand slide down to her bare thigh and began caressing it. She moved her legs out straighter and separated them slightly. As she did this robe fell open a little more exposing more of the upper thigh. I could almost see her pussy, it was that close. She turned her head and kissed me, at first softly and tenderly, then harder and deeper with more passion. Our tongues touched as she turned to embrace me. She now faced me, half lying against me. I caressed the cheeks of her ass as we kissed. I could feel her breasts and nipples pressing into my chest. Her hip was pressed tightly against my erection. The heat of our passion was increasing by the second. "Do you want to make love to me here on the couch or shall we go to bed?" she asked. "Let's go to bed, I think that it will be better there," I replied. We rose and headed back to the bedroom. Betty stopped in the bathroom for a minute as I went into the bedroom and removed my sweats and got into bed. She came in and stood at the foot of the bed and slipped off her robe. The sight of her nude exposed body was breath taking. She was absolutely beautiful, firm taunt breasts slim waist, flat stomach, slightly flared hips and a smooth shaven vagina, absolute perfection. Somehow it was better than when I saw here through her bedroom window. "You like?" she asked. "I like a lot, now get your sweet ass in bed with me so I can ravish you!" She crawled up on the bed with me and we embraced in a long and passionate kiss that seemed as though it would never end. I caressed her body with my hands, letting my fingers explore her exquisite form. I felt her breasts and rolled her taut nipples between my fingers. I slid my hand down her smooth flat abdomen to her Venus mound, which protruded slightly. I cupped it with my hand and pressed it. I could feel the heat it was emitting and the moisture forming on her full nether lips. I let my finger slip between her moist lips and felt the inner surface of her vagina. Betty let out a soft moan of pleasure as I did this. We were making love; not just having sex and it was wonderful. She was caressing my body and held my hardened member in her soft and tender touch. I moved down so that I could suckle her nipples. They were large for the size of her breasts and obviously very sensitive as she reacted with moans and giggles as I sucked and ran my tongue around them. I kissed and licked my way down to her smooth shaven pubic mound. As I began to lick her vaginal lips she pushed me off and onto my back. She moved down and took my very erect cock in her hand and held it while she began licking the head. Soon she engulfed the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it while sucking on it and running her hand up and down its shaft. In time she had taken most of it in her mouth and was moving up and down on it vigorously. She was definitely enjoying what she was doing; I know I was. I could feel my seed swelling as I neared organism. Just before I came I touched her forehead to warn her that I was about to cum, she waved my hand off and continued sucking. I cam with some force and she sucked and swallowed as I erupted into her mouth and throat. She sucked until I had finished and didn't lose a drop. She released my softening cock from her mouth and came up and kissed me passionately. The smile on her face told me that she had enjoyed what she had done. She settled on to my chest and hugged me. I could feel her hardened nipples drilling into me. I rolled her over onto her back and moved down to orally make love to her sex. "My turn to do you," I whispered. "Oh yes, please do," was her reply. She spread her legs to give me access. I could smell her arousal and her lips wet moist and hot. I licked the lips of her pussy before letting my tongue slide into her nether depths. She tasted wonderful and I wanted more. I sucked and licked her pussy for some time as she moved her hips to me. I moved up and uncovered her hooded clit and began sucking on it while I worked it vigorously with my tongue. She reacted immediately to this action. I could feel her body quiver and her muscles tighten as I lavished on her love button. I reached down and inserted a finger deep into her vagina and fucked her with it while I continued eating her clit. Her climax came on quickly and with force. She bucked her hips against me as she orgasmed. Her moans grew louder as her body gave itself over to her sexual cresting. She must have reached her peak at least three times in quick succession before she came down. "My god that was wonderful, I can't believe what you do to me!" she exclaimed. The Virus "I'm not finished, I have more to do to you, now shut up and kiss me!" We embraced and kissed deeply. I didn't want to let her lips go. They were soft and passionate. It is difficult to describe how they felt; I just know that I had never felt a kiss like that before. I moved my now erect dick to the opening of her pussy and felt its slick warmth. I slowly started moving the head over her moistened lips and began sliding it into her. She responded by opening her legs wider and moving her hips to accept me. It felt incredibly tight as I entered her. I could feel her inner walls massaging my member as I stroked into her. We moved in unison as if we were one. It didn't take very long for me to reach another orgasmic state and I erupted into her with force several times. "Yes, yes, come in me fill me with your wonderful love cream," she said into my ear. She came shortly after I, and continued until after I was done. I collapsed on top of her, totally expended. I rolled to her side and we embraced as we both fell asleep. In the morning I woke first. As I gazed down on her voluptuous body I couldn't help but think of how lucky I was to have found her and to be with her. I was truly blessed by this wonderful, beautiful woman. She opened her eyes with a smile on her face, "Good morning lover." She then hugged me and gave me a long passionate kiss. We held each other in our arms for a while, and then rose together to go to the shower. We washed and caressed each other's bodies as we showered. I was behind her with my arms around her cupping both of her beautiful breasts as my erection swelled between the cheeks of her ass. She bent over and took me into her love cannel from behind. I didn't last long as we again came together. Not explosive, but sweet just the same. We exited the shower and dried each other and dressed. We made breakfast together and talked about hitting the road as soon as we were finished cleaning up the kitchen. We had not seen any sign of life in the small town we had stopped in. It was just vacant of any life at all. We noticed a couple of dogs running around, but nothing else. The smell of decomposing bodies hung faintly in the air. We made a short pass through the center of town before getting on the freeway. No sign of life. We were sure now that life in America had changed forever. Once back on the road we listened to my country western DVDs as we drove. "You know, I really enjoyed our love making last night. I haven't felt like that in a long time, a very long time. We've only known each other a very short time, but somehow I fell a connection to you that goes very deep," she told me. "Aw, shucks ma'am, don't go all mushy on me now," I kidded back to her. I got a slug in the shoulder for my response. It wasn't very hard as she was laughing as she hit me. After we had been driving for about two hours I asked her, "Will you open your blouse and show me your breasts?" "Just like that you want to see my tits?" "Yes, I want to see your tits, I think they are beautiful and I would very much like to see them. "Well if that will satisfy your perverted mind I'll show them to you," with that she unbuttoned and removed her blouse and her bra. She turned and set up on the broad flat center part of the dash of the motor home and showed me her breasts. They were truly beautiful. "Lovely, absolutely beautiful, thank you," I told her. "Would you like to see something else," she asked with a sly smile on her face. "I don't know, what else have you got that I might like to see?" "I'll show you." She stood and removed her shorts and skimpy underpants. She sat back up on the dash and turned toward me and spread her legs. "Do you like looking at this?" I looked over at her clean-shaven pussy. What a sight, she was an absolutely beautiful woman and I thourghly enjoyed gazing at her body. "I like what I see very much. In fact, I like it so much that I want to touch it and make love to it." I took the next exit into a rest area. Parked the motor home and carried her to the couch. I stripped and went down on her, much to her wide-eyed amazement. We made quick and passionate love. "I love the way you make love to me, you can do that any time that you want," she told me. We dressed and got back on the road. Both of us being very satisfied. "I think that I'm falling in love with you Jerry. At first I was just so grateful for you finding me and saving me from those two thugs, but now it's becoming much more. I hope that doesn't scare you," she told me. I was almost too choked up to speak. "Aw shucks ma'am..." was all I could get out before she hit me again, laughing harder this time. About four hours later we pulled off the highway again and decided to call it a day. We drove around this small town for a while and again saw no signs of life. We were beginning to think we were the only ones left and still didn't completely understand why. This appeared to be a college town, as we had driven past a large campus. We drove back toward the freeway and found another park to camp next to. I opened up the trailer and drug out the barbeque and fired it up while Betty got some chicken out of the freezer. "Would you like to shoot some more while the chicken cooks?" I asked her. "Yes, that would be fun." Chapter 5 Company I went in and got the 9mm Beretta this time. I wanted her to eventually become familiar with all the weapons that we had on board. When I returned she had already set up some targets and was ready to begin. I reviewed the basic firearms rules with her then went over the operation and function to the Beretta before handing it over. She liked the Beretta better, as it did not have as much recoil as the .357 Smith & Wesson. "I want you to become very competent with the weapons we have, our lives may depend on it. I don't want to scare you, but it may happen and I just want us to be ready for it." "I understand and appreciate you teaching me how to shoot. I need to know how to do this, believe me I understand," she said with conviction in her voice. Her accuracy was improving also. She had fired two clips and just inserted a third when company arrived. A new Cadillac Escalade came barreling up, screeched to a halt and out jumped three young men and two girls. The three young men were armed, although none of the weapons were pointed at us. All three carried AR15s. As they approached us I drew my .45 Colt and brought it up at them and clicked off the slide safety. Hammer cocked and a round in the chamber I was ready. "Stop where you are and drop your weapons, NOW! DO IT! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" I yelled at them. They stopped in their tracks, but had not dropped their weapons. "DROP YOUR WEAPONS, NOW! Do you hear me!" Slowly they laid their weapons on the grass. They stood with their hands raised. Who are you and what do you want. They looked at each other and then the tallest one spoke, "We live here, I'm Kyle, this is Sally, Linda, Tom and Travis," he said gesturing to the others. "We just want to talk to you. We are the only ones left alive here and just want to talk to you about what you know and have seen." "Leave your weapons where they are and walk over here one at a time." I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw Betty, Pistol raised and at the ready. Good girl, I thought. Kyle came first; I turned him around and frisk him, no other weapons. I stood him next to the trailer with his legs spread and hands high leaning against the side of the trailer. I motioned Tom over next and did the same to him. Next was Travis, when I frisk him I found a .380 Beretta in his back pocket. I threw it over with their other weapons and then stood him with the other two. I motioned Linda over, she hesitated, "Your not going to touch me you bastard, no way." I took four running strides toward her, grabbed her wrist, twisted it behind her and kicked her feet out from under her. She landed face down on the ground. Some of her wind knocked out of her. The only thing damaged was her pride. Holding her wrist behind her back and with my knee in the middle of it to keep her still, I told her, "Don't move a muscle, lie perfectly still and you won't get hurt." She relaxed and didn't move. I released her, stood and backed up toward Betty. I motioned the second young lady to approach me. She complied without hesitation. I frisked her quickly, nice ass I thought. I stood her with the guys and then turned back to Linda. I pulled her up to a standing position and searched her roughly and thourghly. I found a .22 Caliber Beretta in her back pocket. I threw it over with their other weapons on the ground. I stood her against the side of the trailer with the rest. I motioned for Betty to lower her weapon. "You can all drop your hands and turn around, but stay where you are. "Betty, would you please check the chicken and set it to the side, no need for our dinner to burn," I directed her. She went to the barbeque and took care of the chicken. I started to back up when Linda charged forward yelling, "You can't do this to us you fucker! Who do you think you are anyway?" This girl was getting in my face and it was pissing me off. As she got close enough I slapped her with my open hand across the side of her face. The blow wasn't all that hard, but it stunned her and knocked her down. I put my foot in the middle of her chest to hold her down. I leveled my .45 at the rest of the group, "Don't move a muscle!" "Now missy stay still and don't move while I explain things to you. You will shut up and don't move. I am in charge here, not you. You could be dead right now, be thankful your not. Now, will one of you tell me what you want." Kyle started again, "We just want to know what you know about all of this that has happened and what you have seen. As far as we can tell we are the only ones left out of 35,000 people who lived and went to school in this town. We have no idea what took place and are just trying to find out." "Stand back Kyle, and don't move." I backed over to where their guns were and unloaded each and threw the guns in the back of the Escalade along with the magazines. "You are fairly well armed for just wanting conversation. Can you keep your girlfriend under control, then maybe we can talk." "Yes, she will behave, I'll see to that," Kyle reassured me. I holstered my .45 and motioned for Betty to come and sit with me on one side of the picnic table. I motioned for them to come and sit. Kyle sat opposite us and the two girls seated themselves on either side of him. Tom and Travis stood behind them. Kyle began his narrative, "A little over a week ago everyone came down with the flu and I mean every one, even the five of us. When we got well enough we found each other, but no one else alive. We have no clue as to what has happened. Do you know anything?" "No, we don't know any more that you, except that it's the same thing in Atlanta and between here and there. I suspect that it was some type of biological agent that was released. I don't know how they did it or who it was. It seems as though some of us have some kind of natural resistance to its fatal outcome. On another topic let me give you some good advice. Be a lot more careful in how you approach people in the future. All five of you could be dead right now, especially you missy. Don't get in someone's face that has the drop on you. Your lucky to be alive right now, and if you had had thoughts of pulling that .22 that was in your back pocket you would definitely be dead. Times have changed dramatically and you are going to have to learn some tactics if you intend to stay alive. You will need to protect yourself and each other at all times. If you are not proficient with the weapons that you have, get proficient, your life is going to depend on it. You are smart young kids and there is a library over there at the college that I am sure has many books on combat and security tactics, read them and learn," I advised them. We sat there and talked for another hour. I decided that they were all right and invited them to eat with us. Betty and I got some more chicken from the refrigerator and we cooked enough for everyone. After we ate and cleaned everything up we continued to talk. I was setting next to Linda. I reached out and took hold of her chin and turned her face toward me. She was going to have a nice bruise where I had hit her. She looked at me and smirked, "Thanks for nothing big guy." "The next time someone confronts you remember what happened to you here. You have way too much attitude and too much mouth for your ability to defend yourself, take care next time," I advised her. They thanked us for dinner and the advise and got into their Escalade and left. Betty and I secured the trailer and went into the motor home. She had been pretty quite all evening. "You ok? Is something bothering you?" I asked. "It's going to be dangerous for us out here isn't it?" she asked. "Yes, it is and all we can do is be prepared and look out for each other. Can you do that?" I asked her. "If you help me I can, but I can't do it by my self." She looked sad, so I took her in my arms and held her. She sobbed softly for a little while then seemed to recover. I kissed the tears from her cheeks and she smiled at me. "You were magnificent today. You made me feel cared for, sexy and fulfilled and then you handled the situation with those kids, wow am I impressed," she told me. I laughed to myself, if she only knew what else I had in mind to do with her. I was beginning to really like this lady. We retired to bed and lay there holding each other. "I understand why you treated Linda the way you did. She asked for it and you were also trying to teach the hardheaded girl a lesson. I hope she learned something today," she told me. "So do I, So do I." We fell asleep in each other's arms. We rose early the next morning, showered, dressed, and ate and were on the road heading southwest. My plan was to go this direction till we hit US 40 and then go west on it. We talked as we motored along. The more I got to know Betty the more I liked her. I was definitely physically attracted to her. She was one knockout woman. In fact I thought she was teasing me a little all day as she wasn't wearing a bra and the top three buttons on her blouse were undone giving me fantastic visual access to her beautiful breasts and nipples. I thought I would let it ride for a while just to see what she would do or how far she would go. We kept driving till almost five o'clock then pulled off the freeway into another town. We cooked dinner and set up targets for her to practice again. She wanted to go back to the .357. She felt more comfortable with the simpler action of the revolver. After another box of ammunition she had had enough for that session. Her aim and accuracy were improving. We went in to go to bed. "Do you suppose that we could find me a gun that is not quite so big and without so much kick that would work? The .357 is just a little too much for me." She asked. "Yes we can. Tomorrow we'll go look for a gun store and see what they have." We climbed into bed nude and held each other as we slipped of to sleep. I woke in the middle of the night with a furious hard on, but didn't want to wake her. As I went back to sleep I thought I'll get her in the morning. As was becoming our habit we both woke early. Betty started to get out of bed and I dragged her back in and hugged her tightly as I kissed her' "Yes, yes, take me now, right now." She rolled over on her back and pulled me on top of her. I was already hard and as I soon found out she was wet and ready. I entered her tight love cannel and began fucking her hard. She returned my every thrust as hard and as fast as I was giving it to her. We both climaxed very quickly. When we finished we both jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. We entered the shower together and turned the water on. It warmed quickly. As if by coincidence we both realized we had to pee. I couldn't hold it so just let loose against the shower wall. Betty laughed and spread her legs squatted slightly and let loose right over the drain. We were both laughing so hard we could barely stand. We lathered each other with soap and washed each other down. I loved rubbing my hands over this ladies incredible body. We dried each other off. I couldn't resist kissing the sexual parts of her body while we dried. We dressed, made breakfast and went outside. I checked my weapon and made sure that I had two extra full magazines. I opened up the back of the trailer and rolled out the Sportster. Betty was surprised. She hadn't noticed it in the rear of the trailer. We secured the trailer and motor home, fired up the sporty and went looking for a gun store. We rode through the deserted streets for about an hour before we found one. I had to break the glass in the door to get in. Don't think there was anyone to mind though. We went to the case with the revolvers in it and she picked up numerous guns to hold them for feel. She narrowed her choice down to three and felt them several more times. Finally she picked one that she felt fit her the best. She had selected a STS .38 caliber Smith & Wesson with four inch barrel. "What do you think of this one," she said as she held it up for my inspection and approval. "Excellent choice, I could not have picked a better gun for you myself." I went over to the sporting goods section and found a very nice leather backpack. I took her to the leather section and we selected a holster and belt so that she could carry the gun. I picked up a duplicate set for a spare and put them in the backpack. I went back to the gun counter and got two more .38s exactly like the one she had picked out. Next I put 1000 rounds of .38 cal. ammunition in the backpack. While I was at it I got four speed loaders for the .38. I loaded the .38 she was carrying and all four speed loaders. The speed loaders also went into the backpack. We went outside got on the Sporty and headed back to the motor home. We saw no signs of life while on our ride. Evidently there were few left living anywhere. Once back at the motor home I stowed the Harley away and we set out down the road again. Once back on the road Betty removed the gun belt and holster and placed them on the dashboard. She looked at me coyly and said, "Don't worry, I'll put it back on when we stop." After a couple of hours of driving Betty announced that she was going back to the kitchen to make a sandwich and would I like one? The motor home had a large rear view mirror on the windshield like most vehicles, but you couldn't see out the back of the vehicle, there was a rear view camera for that. What the mirror was for was to provide the driver of a view of the interior of the coach without having to turn around. I watched Betty walk to the rear of the coach; damn she had a great ass, just perfect. As she entered the bedroom she closed the door. Oh well, I needed to concentrate on my driving anyway. Shortly I noticed her come out of the bedroom and enter the kitchen. Wow, what a sight! She was wearing a black demi bra that her breasts were just about to escape from. She had on thigh high black hose held up by a lacy black garter belt. To cover her womanhood she wore a pair of French cut black panties that barely covered her. To top off the whole look she had on a pair of 4" black Heels. I had never seen a woman looking so sexually exciting in my life. My cock got instantly hard. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I watched her in the mirror as she got things out to make sandwiches. To hell with the sandwich, I was going to stop and go back and fuck her right now! She was asking for it and I was definitely going to give it to her. I pulled the coach to the side of the road and shut it off. I got out of my seat and headed back toward the kitchen. She was standing in the kitchen in a provocative pose with a huge smile on her face. I grabbed her and threw her over my shoulder and head back toward the bedroom. The Virus If it is illegal to read this where you are from, don't. If you are legal and enjoy the story please send feedback. * It all started with a bit of dust wiped on a subway handrail in New York City. The man who did the wiping came from Iran, though Turkey and into London. The dust was smuggled in the cotton stopper in an aspirin bottle. The first commuter to come in contact was heading for JFK airport on his way to Milan Italy. The business traveler infected the TSA screener, the flight attendant and most of the first class cabin. The virus had a ten day incubation period. During the incubation period the virus was engineered to mutate. Mutate it did. A week and a half later people started getting sick. During the following two weeks the World Health Organization made the mistake of classifying the virus as the flu. One month after the dust had been wiped on the handrail, 80% of the world's population had been infected. Men would get sick and recover. Women would get sick and die. This was an unexpected mutation. By twelve weeks the virus had killed 98% of the women of the earth. The CIA traced the virus back to Tehran and the missiles flew. World War Three was over in less than a month. When the war ended less than 25% of the population was left. All male and it looked like thousands of years of civilization was doomed. Scientists held a conference with the best minds. How to create a woman and save man kind? Creating a woman from scratch was quickly ruled out. Scientists moved to modifying DNA. Five long years passed with surprisingly large negative population growth. Finally a breakthrough in the form of a drug that regressed the donor to prepubescent form. The drug then changed all DNA to XX chromosomes. Finally the new drug metamorphosed the donor to her late teens. The result was a fully functional female teenager. The new drug was first tested on the entire population of Gitmo. The thought here was the Iranian terrorists caused the problem, they could help fix it. Biologically the test was a success. Soon there were pregnant teenage terrorists filling Gitmo. However the long term problem was suicides. More than half the transformed population of Gitmo ended their own lives after one night of forced breeding. A call was made to anyone who identified as a male to female transsexual. The transsexuals were transformed and loved the process. Unfortunately the number transsexuals in the remaining population were quite small. Even the sluttiest were soon worn out. World leaders called a conference to decide what to do. A call was made for volunteers. Not enough responded to make a dent in the problem. It was finally decided to draft gay male bottoms. The reasoning was that they were used to servicing men. Even though the gay bottoms did not identify as female, it was thought that they were equipped to deal with the psychological trauma. The next issue was where to find enough gay male bottoms to repopulate the world. Craigslist was hacked. Any man that had advertised sucking off another man or better yet getting fucked by another man was identified. Chapter 2 I woke up with morning wood. It was Saturday and I had the day off. I needed some time to decompress from my high stress job as a systems engineer. I rolled over in bed, grabbed my Ipad and started scanning Craigslist Casual encounters. I always considered myself bi-sexual, but in a world without women I guess I was gay. Rolling through the ads I didn't find anything that appealed to me. So I placed my own like I had done countless times before. Bottom bear seeks Top -age 49 --I can host SW side Looking to suck dick and get laid. Bear bottom 6'4 260 7" cut cock. Please respond ASAP I am horny/ I posted my ad and hit the shower. I got myself clean inside and out. I was just toweling off when my door burst open. Four cops in riot gear came through the door. One of them was holding a picture of me and said to the others "this is the one". I was thrown to the floor, my arms were pulled behind my back, my wrists were zipped tied and I was marched out of apartment naked as the day I was born. Forced into the back of a squad car, one of the cops said "just relax princess". None of the cops would answer my questions. I was driven downtown. Marched into the jail and through a door marked transitions. I was then marched into a room that looked more like a doctor's office than a jail cell. A man in a lab coat entered along with two cops. He said "we can do this the easy way or the hard way, the choice is yours. Either way the results are the same" I agreed to cooperate. I sat up on an examine table. Blood was drawn and a physical done. The doctor looked at the two cops and said "She should do nicely. I will sedate her for transport". Before I could get another word out a hypodermic needle was sunk into my arm and the world turned dark. I slowly awakened. My head felt as though it was being squeezed in a vice. Even worse a bell was going off and sounded like it resided between my ears. A male in a white coat entered the room and turned the alarm off. He looked down on me and said "you are awake right on schedule" I asked where I was and he replied "Just take it easy. You have been through some big changes. Relax and all will be explained shortly". As I sipped a glass of water and took a couple of Tylenol that he offered, I began to take stock off my situation. As I reached for the Tylenol, I noticed my hands were smaller and my arms were slim. Something shifted on my chest. As I shifted my head to look down blonde hair fell across my eyes. Whenever I had been in a hospital bed before my feet had hit the foot rail. Now my toes were a foot short of the foot board. I started to raise myself up. The nurse put a hand on my shoulder and said "relax; I don't want to sedate you again". I was nauseated enough; I didn't want any more drugs. So I laid back in the bed. "Good girl" he said, and walked out of the room. Well that pretty much summed things up. I had heard of the female conversion program. I didn't think I would ever be part of it, I liked being a man. There were no mirrors in the room; I could not see my face. Looking at my skin, it was obvious I was younger. Not a wrinkle to be seen. I looked around and when no one was looking I lifted the sheet. My god did I have a set of tits. My breasts were round and full with large nipples. I slid my hand down and sure enough no joy stick. Just a cleft that sent shivers through me when I traced it with my fingertips. Before things got out of hand the nurse returned. He gave me a pink gown and helped me put it on. Then he helped me stand up and put a robe on me. I was escorted to a conference room. There were about one hundred women there. All of the women had mussed up hair and dazed expressions. Probably very similar to the way I looked. A man entered, walked to a podium in front and cleared his throat. "I would like to welcome you all. By now you should all realize what has happened to you. I know none of you expected this. You were all gay male bottoms in your previous lives. You all are experienced at servicing men. So servicing men and helping repopulate the earth, should not be a big deal to you". At this point one of the women stood up and started screaming at the speaker. "I am not a cunt! I am a man and demand to be returned to being a man". At this point the speaker nodded to two men in the back of the room. They walked up to the woman grabbed her by both arms and escorted her from the conference. The speaker started talking again. "Those of you who were in the military are probably familiar with the expression: Cooperate and graduate. The young lady who decided to have her little outburst, was not cooperating. You will all find it is far easier to cooperate. As a demonstration I would like to direct your attention to the TV screen to my right". The girl who had the fit was being escorted into a room with a sling. I knew what the sling was for. I had been in one many times myself. The two guards tore her robe from her and then ripped off her gown. She was forcibly placed in the sling. Her feet and arms were spread and attached to leather cuffs. Two large naked men entered the room. They were both sporting monster erections. Their cocks must have been ten inches and very thick. I could see the veins sticking out. Although the sound was turned off, I could see she was screaming. The first man walked up between her legs. The second walked up to her head and grabbed her hair. He pulled down hard. I could see the muscles in his arms bulging. As she opened her mouth to scream, he shoved his dick in her mouth. He grabbed her throat and I could see his lips move. He must have been warning her not to bite. The man between her legs lined up his missile with her opening. In one big lunge he buried himself up to the balls. The expression on her face was pure agony. As he pulled out, I could see his cock streaked with blood. The two started fucking her orifices. One moment she would only have the heads in her. The next moment they were both buried to the hilt. This went on for about ten minutes. I could see the look in both men's eyes as they got closer to orgasm. Finally both came. When the man between her legs pulled out, a mixture of blood and semen oozed from her slit. The man at her head wiped his big cock across her face. They both walked out and two more men replaced them. The man at the podium said "I hope you get my message. Since there have been no women to service the men, there is no lack of volunteers for our rape team. The flip side is that if you cooperate, getting pregnant can be very enjoyable. You have all gained years on life. We can regenerate you again and again. Or you can be taken to the rape room. How many of you volunteer for reeducation?" All the hands in the room went up. "Your education will last one month. You will have classes six hours a day. This schedule will help us get your menstrual down. We will figure out when you will be ovulating. While you are fertile you will only be servicing one man. During the rest of the month you will be providing relief for the rest of the population. Classes will be held on how to be women, clothing, makeup, and hygiene will be covered. Any questions?" No one raised their hands. At that point the first woman I had seen in five years entered the room. She was heavy with child and almost waddled when she walked. "Ladies please follow me single file to the fitting room. Please disrobe upon entry." We walked to the first station where another very pregnant woman got all our measurements. She wrote them down on a form and we moved forward. The second station was all about panties. When I handed my form to the woman at the counter she smiled and went to a box, pulled it off the shelf and handed it to me. She told me I could put a pair on. I looked in the box and it was full of thongs and frilly bikini bottoms. I picked the biggest one and put it on. It barely covered my pussy and didn't cover my ass. She smirked at me and said "You will learn". The third station was all bras. Not only did we get handed a second box but a woman showed us how to put them on. It was nice not having them bounce, when I walked. So went the first day, we received a full wardrobe and the last station a woman looked at our complexion and hair and selected a makeup case. We were all marched to a dormitory and told to put away our things. So our reeducation went. We were taught how to dress, how to walk, to sit, and how to put on makeup. One day were all taken for what was referred to as glamour shots. We were primped and made to put on sexy clothing. Then our pictures were taken. Just as I finished up, I started having cramps. I knew the moment I dreaded was upon me. I was having my first period. As we were all virgins we were not allowed tampons. We had to make do with messy pads. It was a long five days. Finally graduation day was here. We were told to put on our dresses. As we were marched across the stage and got our certificate a man came up to escort us off the stage. As we exited he told me, that he had won the lottery and been certified for breeding. He chose my picture. The man introduced himself as Clark. He was 6'4 had bulging muscles and was wearing a tux. I looked at him and felt myself go all liquid. This was exactly the kind of guy I would have chosen to blow and fuck before my change. We went to a nice restaurant. He pulled out my chair for me. He even ordered for me. I had a chicken ceaser salad and he had a rib eye. We made small talk until the meal was over. Then we went to his place. He took me in his arms and kissed me. Then he walked me into the bedroom. I was surprised that all my clothes were in the closet. We were kissing his hands were all over me. I did as I was taught and allowed him to grope what he wanted to grope. Mostly my ass and boobs. He was pulling my clothes off. Then he pushed down on my shoulders. I had no choice but to go to my knees. I was face to face with an enormous bulge in his pants. He told me it had been too long since he had a woman. I was to suck his dick before he fucked me. This was nothing new to me. I unzipped his pants and pulled his hard ten inch cock out of his pants. I kissed the head and licked him from balls to tip. Then I slowly took him in my mouth. Something funny happened to me. All of a sudden my pussy started getting wet. I slowly slurped his dick with my red painted lips. He moaned during my assault of his purple headed warrior. Finally he grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my mouth. He pushed all the way in, his balls rested against my chin. I felt him shoot his load down my throat. I swallowed every drop. Clark sat back on the bed and motioned me to sit next to him. He snuggled up and told me what a good cocksucker I was. As he started groping my bare breasts and then tweaking my big nipples I started getting wet. He pushed me back on the bed. Sucked on my nipples, it seemed like they were hard wired to my pussy. I started moaning and undulating on the bed. He kissed his way down my flat tummy and then kissed my mound. He then licked my slit and almost put me in orbit. I had never felt anything like that. He kept working my pussy and the tension grew and grew. Finally I exploded drenching Clarks face in my female pussy juice. I was in seventh heaven. I was almost comatose. I felt him moving on the bed. Then I felt his big cock nudging the entrance to my virgin pussy. He slowly entered me. I felt his cock stop and my insides fold a little. He said "this is going to hurt." Before I could even tense up he pulled back, thrust forward and I was no longer a virgin. He buried himself to the hilt in me. I had involuntarily arched my back. He told me to relax, as he kissed me. His head moved lower and he sucked on my nipple. When I started to moan again he started to thrust himself in and out of my tight recently deflowered pussy. Little by little pleasure replaced pain. I had never felt anything like a rock hard cock in my new pussy. I was making plenty of pussy juice so he just kept fucking me faster and faster. My clit was throbbing and I exploded. I had my second orgasm and it was even better than my first. I felt my pussy grab his girth. He just kept fucking. I was pinned under him with my legs spread. I was totally at his mercy. Finally his face tensed up and he told me he was cumming. I felt him explode in me and I orgasmed again. Clark slowly pulled out of me and I felt empty, like something was missing. I felt semen and blood oozing from my slit. I excused myself and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back to bed Clark was sleeping. I cuddled up and he put an arm over me. I dozed for a while and then felt something hard running up the crack of my ass. He was playing with my tits. As he kissed my neck, he whispered in my ear "you are probably still sore. I am going to teach you another way of pleasing your man." He reached into the night stand. I knew what was coming. He started rubbing cold wet lube on my ass. Then he lubed his dick. He stabbed my back door. I relaxed and pushed out just I had before my change. I gave out a gentle oof as he penetrated my ass. He stretched my butt out good. Not the same as when I was a man. No prostate to rub. But then he had one hand on a nipple and another on my clit. He fucked my ass. It felt good but I didn't cum. When I am ovulating Clark is the only one who gets to fuck me. While Clark is working I have to service at least three men a day. The only time I get time off is during my period. Clark usually fucks my ass and mouth at least once a day during my cycle. I can't wait to get pregnant. I am a woman and loving it!