Message-ID: <2760eli$9708081559@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Carl the Cursed Subject: Re: A Story (again) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <1.5.4.32.19970807231145.006be398@mail.vossnet.co.uk> The Hunger 2 1 of ??? by Carl the Cursed [M/f+, mc?, young teen] Author's Note: This story was inspired by 'The Hunger', an anon story posted to a.s.s. The 'transcript' is lifted from it almost unchanged. The basic concept - a bioengineered virus that turns the entire female population into sex slaves - is an interesting one, aside that is from providing a hook for male sex fantasies! While the original story followed up some of the consequences, I could see others and indeed some potential snags in the Brotherhood's grand design. I have changed one obvious feature of the original Virus: mine takes effect at puberty, not at five years old. It makes more sense biologically to have that as the trigger, and it seemed to me unlikely that the designers would want to cater for paedophiles, a small and generally reviled minority. ================================ Day Minus Two [via E-mail] Carl, read this. It is the transcript of a video. This is what some people at my lab and others were working on, it was all highly secret and need to know and I was only told yesterday. It was sent to world leaders today. Just think of this as a joke until tomorrow. >"I represent the Brotherhood of Men. Three weeks ago, our agents >released aerosol sprays of a tailored virus in every major airport >of the world. By now the virus has spread throughout the world. >Our computer projections show that the infection is nearly complete. >Tomorrow, the first signs of the infection will become evident. >"We have no demands. The result we desire will be effected by the >inevitable social and political changes caused by this infection. >We are men who are sickened by the rise of feminism; we have brought >this un-natural abomination to an end. >"Our virus is the result of years of concentrated research. There is >no antidote, no cure, no vaccine. It is intensely contagious and >once it has invaded the cells of the body, it cannot be removed. >The virus causes irreversible and permanent changes in every female >human being it infects. Men are carriers; that is, they can infect >others but are not themselves affected. >"The effect of our virus is simple and easy to explain. Any female >who is infected will develop an intense biological need for male >semen. Any female who fails to receive fresh semen every 72 hours >will sicken and eventually die. >An intense craving, an un-natural hunger, for male semen will >commence once every three days. Only fresh semen will ease the >symptoms; frozen or refrigerated semen must be used within eight >hours of production or it will prove ineffective. Although ingestion >is the most effective, any contact with semen will be sufficient to >remove symptoms for 72 hours. Pregnant women will not suffer the >symptoms during the term of pregnancy. >"You will discover that, if a female receives her 'essence' from the >same man repeatedly, she will come to 'favor' or prefer his to any >other man's. She will still be able to accept sperm from any male in >a pinch, but given a choice she will always return to her 'primary >male supply'. If another male begins supplying her needs on a >regular basis, she will gradually change her preference to favor >him. We recommend a gradual replacement of one male's fluid for >another, if a deliberate trade is being made. >"Some of the changes that the virus will bring should be obvious. >Unattractive women and lesbians will be quickly eliminated from the >population. That should account for the majority of feminists. You >will have to make changes in the law and customs; we'll leave those >up to you. You'll really have no choice; therefore we need not >enumerate the changes you'll make. >"That is all. Do not try to find us; we cannot be found. You can >thank us later." Bill Hudson, fly-fisher and genius [End E-mail] ================================ Day One At thirty I was a Maths teacher at a large comprehensive school (for non-UK readers, that's a non-selective state school). My last relationship had sort of drifted to a halt two years before, and Ms next girlfriend hadn't appeared yet. Yes, I had schoolgirl fantasies, and no I valued my job too much to consider doing anything about them. At fifteen Debbie was total jailbait: long limbed and slim, waist length light brown hair, wistful half-smile when she was day-dreaming. Quiet and self-effacing she was thought at school to be 'cold' by the boys. Her work was excellent, indeed I sometimes suspected her of holding back to avoid attention. No close friends but not disliked, according to her file lived with mother and step-father, neither attended school events. It was just luck that she was one of those who caught the scent of the boy jerking off in an empty classroom and barged in, and just luck that I happened to be passing. He was on the floor having his jeans pulled down and I had to haul some of them off and do some shouting. They caught on: any boy had what they wanted, and most rushed off to find one. But Debbie hung back and gave me a 'brain still working' look as we reached the corridor, leaving two girls finishing off the boy. "You want _me_ to help you out?" I tried, half seriously. "Yeah... I got to... Please." The look I got was very serious, not waving but drowning.. "Let's go... in here." Teacher's pass key opened up the broom cupboard, I locked the door behind us, unzipped my flies. I was already rock hard and the lubrication had started, she reacted at once, staring at my erection with a shaky sigh. "Done this before?" "No... I don't..." She looked up, wide eyed and pleading. I smiled at her reassuringly. "Don't panic. Kneel down, go on. Take it in your hand. Move up and down. Not so fast - that's it." She soon had the end between her lips, tasting the pre-cum. A teacher's dream, oral sex from the prettiest girl in class... My surge came easily, she jerked back in surprise and it splashed on her face. Without thinking she wiped the goo off, licked her fingers. While I fastened up she sat back, stunned. I helped her to her feet, she was trembling. "What happened? Is it - I couldn't stop..." The tears started, I held her, stroking her hair. She was fighting for control almost at once though, and took my handkerchief to wipe her face. Once she was calm enough I eased her back. "Look - this isn't your fault Debbie. Believe me?" She nodded. "Now, there's a lot of upset people out there, we have to go help them. You up to that?" Another nod. She trusted me. It was that quick. It was chaos of course. As girls found bewildered but willing boys, the scent of fresh spunk triggered off more females. Some male teachers tried to stop the assaults, but fortunately for them none were successful for long enough to provoke real violence from girls. There were some boys who thought sex meant fucking, and couldn't understand why the girl who seemed so keen was screaming and pushing them off: fortunately no one was actually raped, in fact boys were more likely to physically damaged than girls. With Debbie following - not _quite_ clinging - I toured round persuading bewildered people to go to the school hall, found enough teachers to do the same. Happening to reach an abandoned TV as a newsflash appeared I saw the media were catching on, so we carried the set into the hall and set it up on the platform, just in time for the lunch time news. It was naturally confused and the video wasn't mentioned, but the realisation that this was not localised madness but a 'worldwide epidemic' was perhaps illogically comforting. The well-known lady newsreader actually raised a laugh by saying at the end that before people started phoning in yes it had affected everyone in the studio 'including me'. I made a pretty good speech I think. There was the inevitable shock and horror amongst half the audience when they heard this would happen again, and every three days. Declaring lunch gave everyone something to do, and at some point I lost track of Debbie who went to help those collapsing into fresh hysterics. A couple of hours later she was back. Melissa in her class was frantic about her mum, who hadn't answered the phone though she never went out. A good excuse for getting away: I drove the girls round to her house, where we found the mother hanging from the banisters. Agraphobic with a jealous husband, family belonged to a strict religious sect said Debbie. It made sense - I recalled Melissa opted out of sex and religious education. Mixed up in Melissa's distress we got a very certain and literal "my Dad will kill me". A short, dark haired, slightly plump girl with a well curved body though she did her best to hide it under layers of loose clothing. Debbie obviously liked her. Why not... "Can we take her with us? She can't, I mean I don't mind you - helping her too." My mental gears jammed. "Debbie! What _are_ you suggesting?" She had the grace to blush and get embarassed. "I thought... Well... You don't have anyone else do you..." "What about your parents?" "There's just my step-dad at home, suppose... I couldn't, I mean he's... Yuck." "Your mother?" "She won't mind. She says I'm good at seeing through people. Like if you were, well, what else am I going to do?" "No boys you fancy?" "Well if it was just getting a boyfriend, but... what about Melissa, she needs help not a spotty boy trying to get her knickers off. I thought, when you said what you said in the the hall..." Panic was setting in. I held her arms. "Hey, calm down, I do understand Debbie, I just wasn't expected you to be thinking all logically." "What, 'cos I'm a girl?" Oops. "Er... no, because you're a - fifth-former? Look, if you're half as clever as you think you are, you know I won't say no." I couldn't resist hugging her. She hugged back. They packed a case for Melissa while I rang the police and we went round to Debbie's. Her mother had heard the news on the radio, realised why she felt so randy and availed herself of a surprised milkman, so she told me while Debbie was upstairs. The media had at this point picked up the word 'Virus' and the assumption was being made that it had a limited life like the flu. It later emerged that the civil servant who opened the package addressed to the Prime Minister hadn't played the tape, then when he realised what it must be he threw it away and tried to cover up. The government was thus as unprepared as everyone else. Pam, Debbie's mum, had been remarkably calm when Debbie told her about the true nature of the Virus and about her plans to run off with her teacher. In fact she confided to me it was about time Deborah started, she'd seemed so uninterested in boys Pam had been worrying her daughter 'might be a lezzie'. The girls settled into the spare bedroom of my small terraced house - actually the large bedroom with the double bed. We were too busy comforting Melissa and watching the developing situation on the TV for another one-to- one until Debbie dispatched Melissa to bed with one of her mum's 'borrowed' sleeping tablets. My opinion of Debbie was rapidly sailing off the top of the graph. She came back into the sitting room. They were showing the US President, biting the bullet and telling at least some of the truth from the Oval Office. Lots of stuff about the great American people pulling together and scientists will find a cure and FBI investigations. Noble sentiments and no practical help at all, since that would have required X-rated words. Good move to show it though - British people were far more likely to believe the President than our own politicians. "Mr Edwards -" "I think that's Carl now." "Mm. Yes. Er... How did you know?" The graph jumped again. The truth? Why not. "I had a friend at university, a biochemist, you know what that is? He went to America to work in a lab doing government sponsored research. We kept in touch, we have the same hobbies, we're both on the Internet now. So Bill sent me an E-mail yesterday, a copy of what they sent out. 'Just think of this as a joke 'til tomorrow' he said. I think he was just on the edge of it, doing bits of the research but not knowing what it was for". I told her the bits the President hadn't said. More difficult to cure than Aids. Women becoming 'fixed' on just one man. "And we don't - I mean, I don't have to..." "No, we don't have to make babies." Her green eyes were locked on mine. Some girls do it with a smile, but Debbie is a killer when she's being serious and meaningful, because then you want to make her smile. "But - I'm going to want to. It's going to make me want to." "I don't think so. I don't think it affects your feelings. You can really hate me if you want to." "Nah. That would be silly." She sighed. "It's not your fault." She was wide open and I was itching to kiss her, and a lot more. "Look Debbie, let me be honest. You're a, a very _surprising_ person and I think I'm going to like you a lot. Right now though you've got enough things to worry you without me, well, taking advantage. So I'll try and keep my hands off." Very noble. Did it work? Well... not how I expected. But I'm jumping ahead. ================================ Day Two The next day at school there were a lot of absentees, staff and pupils. The Head wanted to 'carry on as normal', but this was plainly impossible with every adolescent boy drooling for more and every adolescent girl in dire need of counceling. There were also the irate fathers whose daughters had been 'assaulted'. We did our inadequate best. Melissa hadn't left the house, being terrified of her father, so Debbie had stayed with her. In the evening I went and asked neighbours who said he'd gone crazy, assaulted one of them and been taken away by the police. He'd already threatened several of them for 'looking at his wife'. I later read somewhere that his was one of the sects that thought the 'Last Times' had come and went into hiding. Melissa never saw him again, nor ever wanted to. The collapse of a number of religious movements was just one of the consequences of the Virus. Others did quite well out of it, particularly those already controlled by men and with strong traditions of denegrating women. Name your own names. ================================ Day Three Debbie was back at school by Day Three (the TV news kept saying 'Day Four of the Virus' etcetera so that's how we all remember things). That was the day a bright lad found that the scent could trigger the Hunger a day or so before a female actually felt the urge. He'd filled a sealable container of some sort at home, found the thirteen-year-old he fancied, opened it under her unsuspecting but pert little nose... Brought a whole new meaning to 'I had her eating out of my hand'. She wanted _more_ of course, and the little sod made her work for it. The girls involved (he'd unintentionally also caught her friend, the one with glasses) ran to tell, and a protest crowd descended on the Headmaster. The boy was sent for, but not before flushed with, er, success he'd told his mates, and they were improvising. Chaos again, as adolescent wet dreams erupted. Only about half the girls actually flipped. We later worked out that those who had actually picked a partner the first time and stuck with him were mostly resistant. Including Debbie, though she said she felt really twitchy. Well, 'gooey' actually, as confused adolescent bodies assumed sex was imminent and reacted accordingly. Several foolish boys found that simply flashing it had the traditional effect (laughter, screams), but what what really put a brake on this was Tracey from 6b who pretended to be caught and then squeezed the exposed tackle of a particularly obnoxious yob. And then made sure everyone heard the story, those that hadn't heard him yell. Teachers weren't immune of course. Sue Allen I found sobbing quietly in the library. An attractive young Miss, curly blonde hair and a bum like the blonde one in Abba, she'd been diplomatic in forestalling my initial interest when she'd arrived the year before by bringing her female friend into the conversation. I liked Sue (as a person I mean as well as a sex object), so I gave her some time. It was, it turned out, her 'friend' she was worried about, not her second quickie with a spotty boy. "It's not so bad for me, I don't dislike men, I've had boyfriends. I've - well I'm not a virgin. But Carol, she... you won't spread this around will you? Her father did things to her. Not, I don't think he actually - did it, but she can't stand being touched or chatted up or anything. She works in an office and it was, like here. She's in an aweful state..." We discussed possibilities. I pointed out what we'd learnt today - that physical contact wasn't neccessary, it was the fluid that mattered, and not much of that. Did they have any gay male friends who might...? We were interrupted by a commotion outside. Our bright lad wasn't the only one, two men had walked in and tried to help themselves to some little girls. They'd picked the wrong ones - already had their dose for today. They were cornered and beaten up by some sixth formers, none of us teachers felt like intervening. More panic. We had to arrange for every girl to be collected by parents or escorted home by boys or teachers they trusted. The 'helpless sex slave' theory resulted in a good few unwary girls and women being kidnapped over the next few weeks. Eventually it sank in that the theory was false, the Hunger being just an unreliable aid to abduction. Over supper a thought struck me. "Debbie, have you been in touch with your mum?" "No." "Well, it's up you, but... Hm. I don't know how to put this without it sounding wrong..." "You think we don't get on? Oh we do, it's... she's always trusted me about that sort of thing. If I needed help I'd ask her." "Goodness. Don't you think this is a bit different Debbie? Running off to live with someone she doesn't know anything about?" "Well... OK. Can I ring her up then?" Day Four would be the next big crisis, for all those people who hadn't done it since Day One. I pointed this out to the girls the evening before, but Debbie was as usual ahead of me, and still feeling the aftereffects of damp panties from school (she told me but much later!). "Would it work if we did it now? I mean, stop us grabbing somebody tomorrow?" "Well... no harm in trying." We grinned at each other. "Come on Melissa - bed time!" Melissa didn't cotton on until we were in their room and the neccessary appendage was in full view. "Debbie, we can't both do... that... stuff..." "Course we can. You'll see." And of course she did, as soon as the scent reached her. A moment of boggle and then she joined Debbie on her knees as I sat on the bed. She let Debbie do the work though. I'd saved myself for this, so it was quick again. Debbie caught it in the palm of her hand, had a taste, offered it to Melissa. Lick, lick, hooked. While the bliss was still subsiding we sat her on the bed between us for (Debbie said later) some serious bonding. Melissa had a problem: threesomes. Her upbringing had included obedient wives, adultery, sinful sex, only do it to make babies, the works. She'd already mentally rejected the silly bits but there was plenty of residue, so I backed Debbie up while she lied her head off with 'it's not sex, just staying alive', 'it's just for now' and similar economicals. "That wasn't very fair on Melissa, what you did then." "It wasn't supposed to be fair, it was neccessary." ================================ Day Four ...was a Saturday. We were planning a shopping trip. _They_ were planning the shopping trip, I was facing up to economic reality. [via E-mail] >>Just think of this as a joke until tomorrow >Very funny Bill. I now have two gorgeous schoolgirls, they want to >pull my pants off every three days and spend all my money. This may >be my last message before I die happy or they cut the phone off. >How did you do? One girl before, one now. Like I told you, Billy Jo does karate, and she doesn't share. Moved in yesterday though after dithering for months, so no complaints. The more I see of this, the more I wish they'd brought me in earlier, so I could have done some murder and arson. Bastards. Can't you charge mummy and daddy for saving their little girls' lives? ;-) [end E-mail] Some studs who'd collected harems tried just that. Some even succeeded for a while, until parents realised that 'Fixing' was not permanent, it could be overcome and transferred to another male... The kidnapping laws were still in force, and were used to put the studs out of reach of their victims. The overstretched police turned a blind eye to more direct methods involving GBH, at least with underage girls. It was soon realised that the Virus was linked to female fertility in some way. The Hunger started at puberty, faded with the menopause, and as promised didn't happen during pregnancy. The predicted die off for 'ugly feminists and lesbians' was fantasy of course. Unattractive women attached themselves to unattractive but virile men, closed their eyes and thought of Hollywood hunks, no difference there. Most feminists had perfectly normal heterosexual sex lives. Lesbians - we're coming to that. ...Day Four. Habit is a wonderful thing, and both shop workers and customers turned out in sufficient numbers to give a superficial impression of normality. There were a lot of harassed looking men pushing trolleys, dragged along by their partners for protection. So far the Sexual Revolution didn't seem to be generating much joy and happiness. Back from the supermarket over lunch, the phone. It was Sue - from the hospital. She'd got home from school yesterday to find her friend ODed on booze and pills, she'd just died. I said I'd pick her up - the school didn't know about her personal life. "Miss Allen? The lesbo?" Well OK, the other teachers didn't know. I was questioned by a nurse before I got to Sue. Did she have anyone to look out for her? Normally there'd be councelling but in the present emergency... I asked how bad it was, and it was aweful: suicides, violence, lots of previously unstable people going over the edge, lots of staff absent. I was given a bottle of tranquillisers, told what she needed was sleep and TLC. Exhausted and sedated, she made no objection to coming with me, indeed she didn't want to go back to an empty flat. A pill and straight to bed. My bed. I was going to be on the couch? "I'm sorry Debbie, I should have asked you, I couldn't leave her on her own." "Asked me?" "This is your home now." She melted. Really. Burst into tears and started apologising. I sat her on the aforementioned couch and allowed myself a cuddle. Melissa stuck her head in but sensibly ducked out again. It was her brain working overtime. Did she really like me, or was it just the Virus Fixing her? (sniff) Was she going crazy and not knowing? (sob) This was serious. "You are not going mad Debbie. Absolutely definitely not. Would you be crying like this if you were?" "I don't know. I don't know what I'm thinking. I'm just -" "- going round in circles. OK, what I think is... The physical bit worked, you have to have a man every three days or you die. It's foul and evil and they'll burn in hell but we're stuck with it. The second thing, the Fixing, this is difficult but - you want the truth don't you. Even if it hurts?" "Yes, yes." "Since the first time we did it you've not been behaving normally. Look at us Debbie: you're fifteen, I'm your thirty year old teacher that - you didn't have a crush on before? And here we are holding hands! You wouldn't have done this before." "No. So - I _have_ changed." "Your emotions have. Your brain hasn't. You've been disagreeing with me the past few days haven't you? Like yesterday, not letting girls go home without an adult. You argued, I listened, you were right. "I think what the Virus has done is make you more... trusting? Open. Receptive. I don't know. And probably that only works with me. But if I was bad to you, you could still walk out. Like if I said right now 'get your knickers off'..." She had to consider that one. "I'd... scream?" "I hope you would. Now, repeat after me: 'Yes Master, I believe _everything_ you say. I _am_ allowed to argue with you. I am _not_ a sex slave.'" "But, if... oh, stop it. You're making me like you again." I'd got her laughing. Crisis averted. A silence. We'd both run out of words, not always a bad thing. Still holding hands though. Melissa reappeared. "Um, is it OK... What are we going to do now?" "Well I don't think we're going to make the shops again today. Suppose you and me go round and pick up some more of your things?" There wasn't much, the sect didn't approve of luxuries. It was sinking into Melissa by now that she was effectively a destitute orphan, so she needed reassurance that she wasn't going to be put in a home. For a moment I was actually grateful for the Fixing - she believed me. Debbie had got her out of her hide-the-interesting-bits clothes, straightened her hair, she looked... interesting. When we got back we had a visitor. Tom was a neighbour from just opposite whom I sometimes chatted to in the pub: married, forties, no kids. Debbie had been confident enough to let him in. He had a younger sister, also married, lived the other side of town. She'd rung him up, very upset, and Tom needed some physical support. "Kate Miller? In 3B? Red hair, does gymnastics? Fainted in assembly last term." I fitted name to face, I'd never taught her. So this was Tom's niece. I made sure Tom knew what was likely to happen. He went pale but said OK. My talk with Debbie had left her still in assertive mood so she overrode my opinion and came too. Tom's brother-in-law was one of those people who don't bother with anything beyond their own lives - only read the local paper, don't vote, don't see any connection between themselves and the world as seen on the TV screen. He'd decided that the Virus was like the flu, and had locked his daughter in her room until she got over it. He wasn't alone either, a lot of women actually died that weekend. Tom was bigger than him and ex-army and a better shouter, it didn't come to blows. I took the key. "You won't want to see this Tom. Stay here." It wasn't nice at all. A cute little girl scrabbling at your trousers, yanking it out, desperate to get her fix? Not erotic in the least, so nothing was happening, she was pleading, I was having to protect myself from bruising or worse. I'd actually forgotten about Debbie. She pulled me across to the bed, we sat with Kate all over my lap. Having got my attention she kissed me. Drew my hand to her blouse. Hm, no bra. I caught on. "Debbie? You sure?" "Go on. Here, you want me to..." She started unbuttoning. "Yes please. Ow! _Don't_ squeeze those. Like this, not so tight. Slowly...". I got back to Debbie just as the blouse opened. Widespaced half ripe buds, pink circles around pinker buttons. Debbie blushing, breathing faster, tense but turning on. Kate's mouth around my surging erection, sucking. I kissed the kind sweet girl back, trying to not to go further, but her arms came up and her mouth opened, she moaned and Splash. While Kate like a cat with cream made sure she hadn't missed any, we disengaged. Before either of us could come up with anything profound or even silly there was an "Oh shit" and a naked figure dived for a wardrobe. Naked? Well, just panties. I hadn't noticed. Really. She pulled on a teeshirt, turned round, boggled. "Mr Edwards! What are _you_ doing here?" Debbie started giggling, we had to hang on to each other. I left Debbie to sort things out with Kate and went to find her mother. She had to go and she could stay with her uncle, at least until her father had caught up with reality. Kate was quiet in the car, but I caught a look when we dropped them off. Oops. [via E-mail] >Girls too pretty to charge for. >Relieved you feel the same about them Bill. >Debbie wants to know why she isn't a sex slave. She keeps arguing >with me just to make sure. Wasn't that the point of all this? It's much cleverer than that. You'll see!!! This is my last for a while. The Feds are on to us. Not me yet, but I'm not taking chances on getting a fair trial. I told Billy Jo, she believed me of course, so we're disappearing. Have fun. [end] I had a talk with both girls about Sue. No, they didn't mind her staying, they both liked her, she was as I already knew a popular teacher. Debbie had other concerns. "Can you manage three? I mean... well you _know_ what I mean." "You two managed to share last time. You weren't grabbing it all for yourself." "No... I wanted to. It's.. It's bad afterwards. I mean I feel good but it wasn't me, it made me do it. Sorry, I'm going off again..." Melissa hugged her this time while she fought the demons back. Damn. Sue surfaced in the evening. I went to talk to her. "I really don't think you should be on your own, you're welcome to stay as long as you like, but... you realise what that means?" I made sure she did. I told her about how I thought the Fixing was affecting Debbie, was starting to affect Melissa, and how it would get to her. But she didn't have to do it herself, she didn't have to be in the same room - "But how can I get..." "Well, I can get one of the girls to um, bring you a sample." "A sample!" She started laughing as her emotions spilled over. "Jesus Carl, you're getting a, an underage schoolgirl to wank you off and bring her teacher a _sample_?" Recent experience suggested holding hands was the best tactic. Even without...? Yes, eyes locked, I projected waves of sympathy and concern... "Oh Carl, I do appreciate all this. I won't go all 'I hate men' on you, really." Melissa appeared at the doorway, registered hand holding. "Um, me again. Sorry" A definite look there. 'All men are sex mad' probably. "It's the Headmaster on the phone." We looked at each other, saw mirror reflections of guilt. Surely he couldn't...? In staff crisis meetings I'd given my view that muddling through wasn't enough, drastic action was needed. The Head having had a chance to think and catch up on news from the wider world was now inclined to agree. We arranged to meet Sunday lunchtime. ========================= Day Five In the morning we went over to Sue's flat for another suitcase raid and to collect her car. This was getting familiar. The Sunday paper was doing it's best to make sense out of chaos. In some countries the situation was horrendous - one apparently had 20% of the female population dead, killed or abandoned. Not the 'unattractive women and lesbians', just those with stupid men unable to cope with change. Lesbians, at least in Western countries, survived. The gay community had already developed a strong sense of solidarity, and their male counterparts rallied round to help their sisters just as the dykes had marched with them against the anti-homosexual laws. There was much speculation on the identity of the Brotherhood, though it was assumed they were American. There was much outrage, much auto responses from talking heads, little considered thought on what the future might hold. I suppose it was a cheek to bring the girls along, though we were in the pub garden and they were drinking legal cokes. When the Head arrived I took him inside and bought him a G&T. "You knew about Debbie Forester didn't you?" "One of the many questions I've not been asking since... it was Wednesday wasn't it. Seems like years ago." "Yes. Well, Melissa is her classmate. There's no point in my saying they're actually still virgins because I don't suppose it's going to stay that way." "Oh I'm not going to condemn anyone Mr Edwards, if I applied school rules I wouldn't have any pupils left and most of my staff would be in jail. You'll probably be more help to them than some spotty adolescent, or their own fathers. Miss Allen?" "She was on her own. We can't afford to lose any more teachers." We discussed plans. The head ended up taking me off classes and into crisis management. I proposed Sue as assistant, she agreed at once, and we were left to make plans, which we did over the next round of drinks. After a couple of minutes Debbie chimed in with a disagreement. Sue, surprised, almost told her off - "Debbie, don't, um..." "Sorry Miss. Master says I've got to tell him when he's wrong." "That does not include taking the piss Debbie," I interposed. I think we were the only people laughing in the pub that day. In the afternoon Tom came across, with an embarrassed and silent Kate. "Debbie!" Debbie appeared. "Kate's come to apologise." "Has she? Oh dear. Come on, _you_ need to talk." I took Tom into the lounge. "So, your problem is - what to do with Kate." I pointed out the obvious: thousands - millions - of young girls (Kate was thirteen) were being suddenly forced into intimate sexual acts before they were emotionally able to cope. "At her age kids are very different Tom. A few are happily having sex with a nice boyfriend every night and twice on Saturdays. Some have no interest at all, won't have until after they've left school. Most think about it all the time, especially in the back row of my Maths class, but don't do anything for a couple of years and then don't do anything right for several more. "But now, that's all gone. It's grow up now, at once, soon as the first period comes, bang. No choice." "How much do you know about Fixing? They've not been telling the truth on the TV. I've been watching it happen. "The first time, the very first time, they bond with you. They trust you, believe what you say, so long as it makes sense, so long as it's something they'd like to believe anyway, so long as it hits their emotions not their brains. "I suspect it's not just the sperm that does it. I think the bond gets reinforced by being with their man, they pick up on pheremones or something. Melissa, first day, first time with someone at school she hasn't seen since, it wore off. Debbie, she stuck with me, she's hooked. "Tom, there is no choice. For Kate to stay alive, she has to have a man. Unless you take her out on the street and offer her around for quickies - no? - she's going to Fix on someone. So, you have to find someone that won't do her head in more than it is already. "The good news, they said Fixing can be changed. I believe that bit. "So, you've got 'til, what, Tuesday?" We talked around it some more. No point in pushing it, he just needed time to work it out. The girls came back dowstairs. Kate was pushed in front, blushing again but looking more animated. "I'm not going to apologise but, but I am to say, going to say thank you." She really was quite appealing, snub nose and lots of freckles... "Yes. Well, thank you Kate. Are you coming back to school tomorrow? We can give you a lift." "Yes, Debbie said that. Yes, please." "Miss Allen can give you a lift then, I have to be in early." I caught up with Debbie in the kitchen sorting out supper. "'Debbie said that' did she?" "Um, sorry." She turned round to make sure I wasn't serious. "No really, I am sorry, I should have asked." She stepped forward, and we were holding hands again. Sparks flew. "Gosh. Help." She was stuck, but I managed to let go. Debbie closed her eyes and managed a deep breath. I turned her back to the cooker. "Supper Debbie. Repeat after me, I - will - make - supper." "Yes Master. Thankyou Master." Over supper, I made inquiry about Kate. Yes, she'd still been confused but they'd got her sorted. No they hadn't mentioned about her doing it the next time. There was a rota for washing up, and it was me. I was just finishing when the girls came in. "Melissa has something to say." "_Me_? Well, it's school tomorrow, and Debbie - we thought maybe we should, do it now. But if we do will Miss Allen, is she going to..." I took pity on her, since pinkness was quite attractively spreading. "We'll have to ask her won't we." Sue was at my computer desk writing change of addresses, notice of quitting, other boring stuff. "The girls want know, if we have a sex orgy now to save them getting all hot and bothered tomorrow, do you want to join in." "Well... unless I go for a long walk I don't get the choice do I? I'm just going to go brains to custard anyway." We must have all looked stricken. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean... Yes of course I'll come." We trooped upstairs and into the girl's room. It didn't work. Well, I undressed, Debbie took things in hand, but she was furiously suppressing urges to do other things as well, Melissa was by her fixed gaze 'interested', and Sue by her not knowing where to look embarrassed. And I by my lack of concentration not rising to the occasion. "Debbie, stop." I removed her hand. "I think - there's too many of you. Debbie, Sue, out. Go on, both of you. Shut the door." I sat back down next to a decidedly boggled Melissa. "You do want to try this don't you?" She was hesitant but followed my instructions. I stroked her hair, concentrated on the thin top over her breasts. Pink nipples or brown? Just below the waistband of her skirt she had a sweetly rounded tummy... A shaky sigh from her as the pre-cum started. On impulse I dabbed the end with a finger, transferred it to her mouth. "That the taste? Oy, Melissa, still with me?" "Yes, sorry. I'm, yes it's...oo..." I tipped her head up, she was wide-eyed, flushed, breathing fast. "Would you like to try with your mouth?" "Yes". A very definite yes. "Good girl. Go on." She dropped her head at once and popped the end inside. The door opened and a head peeked round. The scent had reached them of course. I mimed shush to Debbie, beckoned her across, she knelt. Sue followed, sat on my other side. Melissa bobbed, Sue ran a hand through her hair, Debbie gave me one of her 'just between us' half smiles and stroked my legs... "Up. Lift up! Yes..." Melissa got it on the nose, I wiped some off, turned to offer sticky fingers to Sue. Debbie helped herself. Sitting Melissa up I took a good look at her as she came down. Yes, she was properly Fixed. 'Brains to custard', that expressed it quite well. On impulse I kissed her gently. She gave a little encouraging moan, didn't object, when I pulled back I could see in her eyes she'd willingly go further once her head had stopped whirling around. We split up without saying much, I ended up with Debbie downstairs on the couch. "I'm OK now, I won't go funny, can we just..." "_Just_ talk? Even if I do this?" I shifted next to her and we found a comfortable hand holding position. "So. Third time. How do you feel?" "Hm". Debbie carefully seached for words. "I think... It's difficult not to think about... what we're doing now and... If I don't concentrate, it goes round and round..." "Butterflies in the tummy?" "Well..." The implication hit her. "What you mean...?" "It's a love potion. You're falling in love." "Oh shit. But... Oh damn. I'm thinking well it's OK, he's really nice and kind and he's really trying to help, I _know_ you're trying to help, but..." "We're back to the same thing: what's really you and what's the Virus. But Debbie - falling in love isn't a rational use-your-brain thing anyway. A lot of it is how the other person looks, how they behave, not things you think about. "What the Virus has done - or what I think it's done, we're only guessing - what it's done is add another bit to the falling in love thing. If I wasn't being nice to you, you could walk out. Could you?" She paused. "Yes. _I_ could. But, what about Melissa. She wouldn't know how to." "Ouch! You noticed? Be honest Debbie, are you going to get jealous?" "Of... you mean if you and her... I don't know. I don't know about you and me, never mind.." "Come on Debbie. I'm not pushing you, but... if we carry on like we are we will end up in bed. And, if let Melissa carry on she'll want that as well, and she'll be getting all upset about it because you're her friend," "So... we'll have a sex rota. Or... maybe one big rota: dishwashing Monday, sex Tuesday..." "Hairwashing Wednesday...." "Sticky fingers Thursday!" "Debbie?" We'd stopped talking and just sat. "Hm. (yawn) I'm falling asleep. Bedtime?" She stood up. "You haven't talked to anyone about what Fixing does have you?" "No." "Well, maybe you shouldn't. It's upset you a lot, it would do the same to them." "Yes. I am glad you told me, I know I've been a pain but... Yes. No point is there. (pause) Being jealous, can I - think about that? Night..." ================================ Day Six 07.00. My alarm beeped. I don't like sleeping bags, too much like straitjackets, but blankets just fall off. As I stumbled into the kitchen for coffee a vision of Debbie and Melissa in their comfortable bed popped up. Nighties? Tee shirt and panties? Or just... How could I possibly be thinking sex after, hm, four goes in five days, more than I'd had in, what... never mind. I fetched the notes I'd made with Sue, they didn't make sense so I restarted the kettle for another coffee. "Um, hello. I heard something." Melissa, half asleep in a dressing gown with...a nightie. OK. "Did I wake you?" "No, I just had a dream.." Uh-oh. "Nightmare?" "Mm, sort of. I woke up all, you know, scary." "You had this before? (nod) Does Debbie know?" "Only when I scream." She tried a smile, unsuccessfully. "I didn't want to worry her." "Well you _should_ tell someone Melissa. We all worry about you anyway." "Do you? (sniff). I'm sorry. I don't mean to be a trouble (sniff)." "Oh dear. Come on, come with me." I sat her on the couch and did some digging. The dreams were the conventional stuff, father, sex, failure, hiding, even Melissa could see where they were coming from. Since it was her reactions to our sex orgy that were uppermost in her mind, I gave her the economical version of bonding. "So. I _know_ you're having all these upsetting feelings, I _do_ want to help you, I _will_ get upset if you clam up on me. I really, do, care about you Melissa. OK?" Solemn, wide eyes, a little nod. Definitely OK. There were bathroom noises from upstairs, so I sneaked off. I'd been given a double office, used to be the computer room before the school changed systems and got a purpose built place. Plenty of work and cupboard space anyway, no chairs so I went to scrounge some, even a telephone. Just time to give the headmaster some thoughts before Assembly. "I think we'd both forgotten. PTA meeting today, eight o'clock?" "And they'll want to shout about their daughters. Right. I'll be there." At Assembly I was given the platform. I've got my notes somewhere: 1. There will be no more boys enticing girls, no more boys waving their willies about and saying 'come and get it'. Anyone doing this will have his name read out at Assembly and his parents will be told. If he happens to meet a gang outside the school gates and get a good kicking that will be nothing to do with this school. In this respect, will you all show your appreciation to Tracey Goudie of 6b. [Applause from half of 6b. Tracey, a small and sharp-tongued redhead, stood up and waved.] 2. Any girl who crosses her legs, waits till the last minute and then does it with the first boy she comes across will also be in trouble. So will anyone who uses 'got to do it' as an excuse for skipping my Maths lessons 3. There will be rooms set aside for doing it. They will have mattresses and for those who want there will be a box of these (guess what). Any girl who doesn't insist on using these will get no sympathy from anyone if she gets pregnant. 4. Any girls who are having problems at home should get help at once. Talk to your friends, talk to a teacher, come to my office and talk to Miss Allen. If you know anything about girls who have not been back to school since Wednesday tell Miss Allen, we want to check up on them all. 5. There will be a meeting of the School Council at lunchtime today, usual place, will both boys and girls attend please. If representitives are not in school tell your teacher at registration and that class can pick a new representive. 6. There will be a PTA meeting this evening. Tell your parents to attend. 7. On Friday some men came into the school and tried to kidnap two third form girls. Fortunately they were caught. As from today all visitors must come to my office and get a badge like this (...) first. If you see anyone you don't recognise wandering about, challenge them. Only one teacher resigned on the spot. Two had come back that morning, so were actually better off. The morning was spend locating and setting up Sex Rooms - my fault, forgot to come up with a name before people improvised. Meanwhile Sue in the office was setting me up with the local press, the police, social services, telling irate parents to come to the PTA and then hanging up on them, compiling a list from the registers of missing pupils, dealing with a trickle of distressed girls. "Please Miss: "I had to do it Saturday and my Dad helped me but my Mum says I've got to find someone else." "I did it with him yesterday but he won't do it today 'cos he's doing it with Jenny and Sandra." "Ruth's been off and she rang me yesterday and her Dad's been making her do proper sex with him but my parents say to mind our own business." "My family say I am going to Pakistan and get married." "How can I swallow it if we use a thingie?" Jim Rogers, a firmly married caretaker, was carrying a mattress from the gym with me when the morning break bell rang. A fourth former jumped out of a classroom at me: "Please sir where are you putting that?" "In the storeroom at the end there." Hang on. I dropped my end. Gainish Khan, one of the few muslim girls still with us. "You need to use it?" (a nod) "Got any a boy to do it with?" (a shake) Poor kid, obviously twitchy, scared - hadn't her teacher noticed? I stepped into the classroom. "Excuse me Mrs Jones. Any girls who want to do it before lunch, any boys who want to help them, stay here. The rest of you - out." Well that boggled Mrs Jones, well over the menopause, oh well. She left with the rest. Three girls - only two boys?? "Any of you got a partner already?" One couple immediately moved closer, held hands, blushing but detirmined. "OK. Kathy isn't it - can you cope with sharing?" She could. Boyfriend not so sure, but not going to cross her. "Good. Now you're going to carry this mattress out here for me, come on... Jim, could you fetch the other stuff while I get this lot started?" As with my last orgy, it was simply a matter of getting the best performers (got to be Kathy, plain, mousy hair, stubborn, favorite word 'but') to start things off on their own. Once the scent reached the others waiting outside, I brought them in and paired them off. Poor Gainish was shaking and close to hysterics, I had to keep her attention and talk to her to keep her rational until Kathy's boyfriend was ready, she was enough in control to let me dab some off and rub it on Gainish's hand. Once they'd got their brains back I started with the other trio. I pointed out to the girls that - Martin? - had just saved their lives, so the least they could to was to stay with him for the rest of the day and be nice to him. Having packed them off, Kathy next. Hm, they were cuddling... "You've done this before. How many times?" Kathy's boyfriend hesitated, "four sir," and took the plunge, "since Wednesday." "Goodness. You two happy to carry on? Silly question. Well that's fine, I wish everybody was as sensible. Do your parents know?" "My mum thinks he's a 'nice well brought up boy'. No, she does Peter, I like your buttering her, when I was seeing you-know-who I got moaned at all the time. I guess they know we must be doing things now, but we haven't talked." "Now, the difficult question: have you actually had sex yet?" Kathy grinned. "Mm - no. We haven't got _that_ far." "Fine. Well, my advice is, don't do anything unless you're both really sure you're ready for it, and then be ready for a good laugh at all the mistakes you're going to make. "Now - I'm going to ask a really big favour of you. Would you be willing to help Gainish here again, so she doesn't have to panic and get all upset?" Kathy opened her mouth, managed to restrain herself, consulted. Yes, they would. I'd left Gainish to last, so she was calm but dazed. I told her that she didn't have to stick to my solution but that she was going to try it out. I made the three of them hold hands in a circle and repeat after me "We are going to help each other". And again. Sandwiches with the School Council. They were subdued, generally supportive, came up with some sensible ideas. A hopeful sign. When we emerged just before the bell for afternoon lessons there was a queue outside the adjacent Sex Room. Let's see, 500 girls, say 200 a day, say 100 at lunchtime, say 10 minutes each for teenage boys that's 5 an hour so we will need... 20 rooms. And we had three. So much for Mr Maths Teacher. "Five minutes girls!" "Sir!!" "Look it's a nice sunny day, there's plenty of long grass outside, plenty of quiet spots. Go on..." Police uncooperative, too busy dealing with the emergency to discuss it. Council Social Services lady agreed at once to come to the PTA. The faxes started to arrive from the Ministry. The headmaster, more experienced in interpreting such byzantine documents, said they indicated that the civil servants wanted to appear to be active but that the politicians were dithering. Local journalist arrived, young (well, younger than me) man I took an instant dislike to, all bullshit and woffle. Tried to chat up Sue! I rescued her, took him into the other office. I could see I was wasting my time as soon as the questions started. Was the school condoning underage sex? Were teachers having sex with children? No, it wasn't for him to say what was right or wrong, it was his newspaper's duty to inform the public. Mr Plod arrived, in the form of two CID officers. There had been a 'serious allegation' made against a teacher at the school, and they wanted to speak to him. "Does this involve sex with one of our girls?" "That's not for me to say sir." (Deep breath) "There are 300 underage girls in this school. They are nearly all engaging in sexual behaviour. I would guess about 50 have done it today already. With boys, with teachers, with daddy in bed this morning. I've done it with three of them since Wednesday. "Now if we're talking about forced sex, rape, that's another matter. Anything else, you're wasting my time and yours." Sue was stuck with a queue, so I ran the girls home. Kate was quiet, Debbie twitchy (already?), Melissa in love. It was spreading rapidly now, with quite a few handholding couples in the bus queue, several threesomes. I went for a bath, the girls had homework, I was starting to soak when voices became loud enough to penetrate. Could I be bothered to... Feet up stairs, bang went the bedroom door. Oh well. When I emerged I slipped into my (ex)bedroom to find clothes. Downstairs Melissa was looking at homework. "You two falling out?" "Yes." "Serious? Something I can help with?" "Oh, she's being really... (sigh) ...no." Sue rang as I was making supper to say she might as well stay put to finish the missing girls list and could I bring her some sandwiches? Debbie appeared when called for but it was a silent meal, both of them trying not to squabble in front of me. Afterwards though she followed me into the lounge. "Carl, I was thinking..." "Come and sit." She sat but not with me. "Not about, I mean... this meeting, you'll be talking about the Virus and things. Well, about us, the girls at school. I was wondering, not everyone talks to their parents..." "Like you do?" Her logic fell over. "Er, well... I would if I needed to. No, I thought if someone got up and told them what was really happening, how we were getting all confused and having worries and how we weren't just going sex mad... I could do it." I thought about this, for a couple of seconds until an alarm went off. "Ouch. Debbie? I just thought 'that sounds very sensible, I believe her'." (pause) "Repeat after me?" She caught on. "You think - it's got you too? We're _both_ going crazy?" "Could be. It's nice though, falling in love with you." That got a smile. "Even when I throw wobbles?" "Hm. Is that - something else today? Wrong time of the month?" "Yep. Sorry. I'm a bit early, must be all these upsets." I made Debbie write up what she wanted to say, we discussed and then set off. Margaret Cole from Social Services was talkative, practical and she soon confessed relieved to find people who agreed with her about how much things had to change. She was naturally as overloaded as ourselves and we swopped horror stories, agreed to more meetings. There were a lot more parents than usual, but not nearly enough - old habits of not bothering no doubt. I guessed at about 400 in total. I started by telling them, in case they had missed anything, what the Virus had done. There were some uncomfortable about this: sex on TV is one thing, sex in public another. Mrs Cole spoke briefly and well, and even had a go at the police which I'd decided against doing. Basically she said anyone having trouble from the police should get in touch with her department at once. But Debbie was the star. "My name is Deborah Forrester, I am in Form 5b. Last week I was a good girl: didn't have a boyfriend, didn't go to parties, didn't cheek my mum. "On Wednesday I did a blow job with my teacher. I didn't want to, I had to. You could say I got raped by the Virus, and I have to go on being raped. The Virus makes me enjoy it, and I hate that too. I get confused and, angry and upset and my best friend wakes up screaming because her church told her she'd go to hell if she was a bad girl like she is now. "If it wasn't for school I'd have gone totally crazy. Everyone here is helping each other, something stuck in your homes you've missed. I know some of us are starting the other bits of sex sooner than you wanted, but we're not having sex orgies. "We want you to help us and support our teachers. We want you to help get our missing friends back to school. I know one girl on Saturday that was locked up by her Dad and she nearly died. I know girls that have been thrown out on the street, and boys that have been thrown out for saving the lives of girls. "I am not going to let the evil people that did this beat me. Thank you." I don't know how I managed not to hug her, or how she managed not to look at me. There were plenty of questions of course and the inevitable few who'd come to shout rather than listen, but they had expected to be part of the mob rather than it's target. The Chair of the Board of Governors stood up and confessed she'd stayed away from the school because she'd been scared of what she might find, but now she would be visiting. And she proposed a vote of confidence. Carried, none against, some abstentions. And that was it. ========================= Day Seven I made an early start again. At Assembly I reported on the PTA meeting, and warned that visitors were to be expected, so could people please do it out of sight? In the Office afterwards: "Kate. She hasn't done it yet. I asked her." "She going to have problems?" "She was a bit monosyllabic but I think her class had already sorted out partners and things by yesterday and she got left out." "Hm. So what did you tell her?" "Do you want another little sex slave?" "Sue, she's only... Damn. We're going to have to get used to this. You think she's Fixed on me?" "Carl," she smiled. "She's showing all the signs of having a crush on you. Don't you like freckles and turned up noses?" "Do you?" That caught her by surprise, she had to pause for thought. "Ouch. Mm, OK, well I _do_ have schoolgirl fantasies sometimes. Oh dear." "This is going to be a problem isn't it." She sighed. "Yes, I think it is. All this sex and emotions flying about, gets me itchy." "Does it have to be a girl?" "Hm. Maybe not. You offering?" "I don't have any problem about this, you know I've always fancied you. But, there's the girls, I'd like to get them settled first. Can you wait?" "Well... I'll be OK for a bit." "Would, um, a bit of snogging help in the meantime, or will that just make it worse?" "_Snogging_?" But she made no objection to a 'trust me' look and a kiss, and after a second helping her blue eyes were definitely wider. The Education Authority already had a system for absent pupils, that's how we knew Margaret Coles who was the local Truant Officer. She arrived in the morning and we set off with Sue's list. It was shortening by itself, as word of mouth spread that school was settling down, but we still had 86 missing. Door slammed in face 3 Neighbour says gone away 2 Run off with someone 4 Agreed to return 3 Not too good. At this rate it would take a week full time just to get round, never mind tracking down the runaways. Sue still had things to do so I went to run the girls home, they were waiting by the car, and Debbie hopped in the front. Meaningfully: "Kate hasn't done it yet!" Oh dear. I twisted round to look. Yes, a contrite and worried child, expecting a telling off. I tried to give her a stern look. "You want me to help you out _again_? Well, that's up to the others. Debbie?" Debbie held up fingers and mouthed 'four??' at me. But she wasn't wobbling. "Melissa?" "Is it OK Debbie?" "Oh, I suppose so". Looking at me and starting to grin. "I don't mind. Will there be enough?" (in chorus) "Melissa!!" "What you two laughing at?" I noticed a familiar scent in the car - Debbie had started. I sent Kate off to tell her aunt that she was going to visit the girls for a while. As soon as we got inside: "Carl... We were going to toss a coin or something but I can't now. (sigh) And I'm really pissed off about it but Melissa gets first go. Can she start now please?" Goodness. "Is this what I think it is? Well, I think... I think we'll go upstairs, you stay down here and keep Kate under control and we'll give you a shout when we're ready. OK?" Melissa had tensed up by the time we reached the bedroom, so I sat her down and talked to her, did the 'look into my eyes and trust me' bit which quickly relaxed her, some caressing began to turn her on. Then I got her to stand and undressed her, not hurrying, giving her plenty of slow, light touching. By the time she was down to bra and panties she was hot and bothered, I quickly stripped and we moved onto the bed. Catching the scent she took my erection in hand at once, I stopped her though, opened the packet I'd brought from school. "You know what this does?" I showed her. "Now with this we won't lose any sperm and your brain will keep working, enough to enjoy what's coming anyway. Turn a bit, I want to, that's right." I unhooked the bra strap, slipping the straps down her arms as she turned back. Full and round for her age, large faint pink aerolae with small buttons at the centre. I cupped one, played with it, drawing a sweet little moan from her. Not really described her have I. Black hair quite short then, round face a bit blotchy, wide mouth, very pale skin, some puppyfat, tummy a bit curved, blue cotton knickers. I was certainly catching her scent, easing her back I held her head to kiss her, moved around a bit, using my mouth on her nose, ears, searching out the sensitive spots, her neck, shifted down to tongue around a cupped breast. Worked around, found the nipple hard, sucked. Moved my cock against her leg to keep it hard. She shifted, started to make encouraging noises, I slid a hand down and under, found her wet. "Yes, yes. Please." I lifted up for a look. Wide-eyed, scarlet cheeks, ready. She lifted for me to slide her knickers off, and I moved on. "Melissa? Cooee... You have to open your legs." "Oh. Sorry." She got a smile for that, and then I was guiding it up, the end slipped inside easily. I eased further in, by her expression she could feel it. Firm but not tight, one good push, one gasp, one less virgin. I stayed propped up on my arms at first as some girls don't like the weight but she reached up for me so I let her hold on while I began to fuck her. Once she'd got used to the rythm she began to breathe in time, very soon she was panting, I lifted up in time to watch her screw her face up as she came. Giving that pleasure always turns me on, a few fast thrusts and I spurted. I really wanted just to relax and hold her, but moving off I had to kneel to carefully slip the sheath off as I softened. It's easier when you don't concentrate. She stirred: "No! Melissa, stay there! I don't want to spill this. Lie back." I dipped a finger in, transferred it to her mouth. Then shakily across to the door. "Debbie! Can you come up please?" Not quite 'bounding' up the stairs, but close. I handed Debbie the package, but kept the opening narrow. Her eyes were speaking volumes of curiosity and noble restraint. "She's fine. Is Sue there?" A nod, and one of her half-smiles. "We'll be down for supper." The candles were a nice touch, though the round of applause wasn't needed, Melissa was still on cloud nine. Back on the sofa: "How's your demons?" "What?" "Jealousy? Brains to custard? Am I going mad or what?" "Oh they're - doing the usual." She made head tapping gestures. Careful now. "Seriously? I am worrying about you Debbie, I do want to help, but sometimes I feel one wrong word from me and you'll explode or melt or something." "No. Really, I won't. I need you, to talk and... I can't find the words..." She shifted closer, I slipped an arm across her shoulders. "You don't like losing control do you. I know the Virus does that, but we're learning to cope with it, doing it before you get twitchy. We're going to beat it Debbie." "You think so?" "Yep. Do you think... Being in love, having sex, you have to lose some control for it to work properly. Melissa - is it OK to talk about her?" "Yea. I did think about that, but she looked so happy at supper and I do like her a lot, I knew what a crap time she was having before, I mean she didn't talk much but everyone just ignored her. Are you - is it all right, if she stays?" I sat up, looked down at her. "You think now I've nobbed her I'd throw her out? That's not very logical. Shouldn't it be you that goes?" ".....!" "Debbie? Joke?" This time I couldn't resist. Taking her head in my hands I kissed her, briefly, gently. She took a slow, deep breath but didn't move, face a blank. I tried again, and this time her mouth opened, arms came up. "Oo. Is it always like that?" "No. Keep practising, gets better." "Butter? 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