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Adaptation
by Dave (no address provided)
***
A bacterial infection alters the course of human
social mores. (FFM, sci-fi)
***
The past several months have been a true testimonial
to the adaptability of our species. As a middle aged
MILF sucked on my engorged organ with blissful
abandon, I let the stimulating warmth gradually seep
through my core and tighten the two sperm producing
orbs into my abdomen. She wasn't much of a looker, but
her oral skills were delightfully developed, and her
passion was unmistakable. Her tongue massaged my glans
with gentle circles, as her mouth evolved into a
vacuum, sealed with moist and firmly puckered lips at
the base of my penis. Her hand wandered across my
crinkled scrotum gently.
Within a few brief moments, I shamelessly erupted;
rocking my hips gently towards her kneeling form, as
she greedily swallowed my essence. After a short
respite she rose and helped me secure the zipper, and
with an appreciative pat on my rump, she disappeared
into the milling crowd at the food court in the Mall.
My heart slowed its tormented pace and I strolled
somewhat unevenly towards the short line in front of
the Booger King.
Just a few months earlier, I would have considered the
ball draining blowjob in public as lewd, but now it
happened with such frequency, I hardly gave it a
second thought. A young coed grabbed my deflating
crotch and smiled. I gently shook my head, and she
turned to the guy behind me who dropped his slacks as
she eagerly dropped to her knees. All about me,
similar scenes of debauchery were on display, and I
could only reflect on the circumstances that brought
us to where we were today.
I'd gone to the airport with my beloved wife Becky to
pick-up her cousin returning from a vacation in
Southeast Asia. Naomi was a free spirit that loved to
travel, and thanks to a lucrative estate left by a
distant relative, she now had the means to pursue her
dreams. It was a late night arrival, and she looked
extremely tired as she entered the cool terminal, her
eyes were encircled with dark rings and sunk into
their sockets.
With a heavy shoulder bag, she staggered into my
wife's arms and unceremoniously stifled her sniffles.
Several other female passengers appeared equally
exhausted, all with the noticeable flush of a fever
and runny noses. Fearing a pandemic of bird flu, we
quickly hustled her into the car and sped to a nearby
hospital. The reception area was filled with women
with similar symptoms and soon Becky and I began to
feel the symptoms of the flu. My balls ached.
A nurse with a box of vials in one hand and a handful
of forms in the other stopped and jotted down our
names, took our vitals and drew a vial of blood from
each of us. Shortly thereafter, a second nurse and her
assistant gave us an injection and advised us to go
home if we could and call immediately if the symptoms
worsened. We were only too happy to comply as more
victims were cramming into the cramped area, making
movement and even breathing difficult.
We got home and cranked up the heat while forcing down
liquids before falling into our bed under a mountain
of covers. It is difficult to describe the feeling of
being sandwiched between two soft sickly kin – a
wonderful prescription for a good night's sleep. Becky
snored softly and evenly. Many nights, when sleep
escaped me, I would listen to the rhythm of her
breathing, much like listening to the waves of gentle
ocean surf, and find solace there.
She was still an attractive woman although she quickly
disagreed when anyone mentioned it to her. With a
welcoming smile beneath a crown of curly brown hair,
she was eager to help those in genuine need and keep
me content when the day was done. Becky worked part-
time at a nearby day care center with the unexpected
dividend of keeping her fit chasing the rug rats
although the stubborn tummy roll (undoubtedly nurtured
by her fantastic cooking) never receded to her
satisfaction. Her breasts were large and lick able,
and her full hips were sensually inviting.
She was a virgin when we married, and retained the
'first time' fascination with my genitals even now.
Naomi was quite a contrast; vibrant with a youthful
fascination that tempted many potential suitors
although few made it into her confidence and even
fewer into her underwear. Her unruly dishwater blond
mange swept across her tanned shoulders and cafe brown
eyes past her long sensuous neck. Barely B padded bra
breasts swelled above her tight abs and immature hips.
Naomi's long, long legs were on the verge of anorexic
while remaining unmistakably sensual.
There was little doubt of her experience with the
opposing gender that somehow added to her mystery and
sensuality. In my younger years I may have given
chase, but time and experience had tempered my
hormones towards the redeeming graces only Becky could
provide.
I was awakened by Naomi fishing my flaccid penis from
my crinkled underwear as my wife frantically frigged
herself beneath the covers. When Becky realized I was
awake, she laid the most passionate kiss on my lips
she had given since our honeymoon while Naomi threw
back the covers and mounted my rapidly hardening woody
with wild abandon.
As I slid into the warm silky tightness of her
youthful core, my wife exploded with a breathy orgasm
and I pulled her hips towards my mouth to partake of
her abundant, sweet tasting ejaculate. Naomi rode me
with wild abandon until, unable to control my own
orgasm, I violently erupted deep into her insistent
pussy, pumping her full of semen until it squirted out
with each downward thrust.
Naomi whimpered several times before collapsing on my
torso and whispering her barely audible gratitude.
Becky gently rolled her onto my side and dove on my
shriveling organ, coaxing me back to fullness with
oral expertise I've never before experienced. Becky
was never one for oral sex until now, and she licked
my organ from base to crown fervently, muttering how
beautiful I was between breaths.
Even I was surprised at my recovery as the familiar
pulses announced my impending release. I had never
experienced multiple orgasms until then. As I filled
my wife's grateful mouth, she sucked and drank
fervently until my organ again wilted with exhaustion.
She rolled off me slowly, and we lay on our backs and
stared at the ceiling in silence, trying to sort out
feelings and potential consequences.
The oppressive silence that followed was deafening
until Naomi blurted out "You have a beautiful cock."
Her face turned a brilliant shade of crimson.
Becky mumbled her affirmation before slowly turning to
face me and gaze lovingly into my eyes.
Their revelation caught me off guard and I cleared my
throat to stall for time.
"Never heard that before," I volunteered weakly while
continuing to gaze into Becky's eyes, "I've sorta
focused more on function than form."
My two companions giggled and hugged me briefly before
Becky pulled down the covers and exposed the wilted
flesh which Naomi immediately grabbed and gently
massaged. Her delicate fingers gently traced the
outline and roamed across the sensitive flesh
curiously probing the contours and blood vessels. She
licked her lips and sighed.
"I'm always amazed how something so smooth and soft
can become so hard," Naomi offered.
"At times I am too," I contended bringing a
simultaneous giggle from my bed mates.
"If I had these," my wife retorted, as she caressed my
sensitive gonads, "I'd never leave the house!" Another
snicker burst forth and again I found myself at a loss
for words.
"How's everyone feeling," I offered in an attempt to
change the subject. They both claimed to have slight
headaches and an inexplicable need for fresh semen. We
fell silent once again as the gentle attention to my
genitals continued. Lost between fulfillment and
doubt, I let my mind wander freely until the image of
the pained passengers at the airport returned.
I immediately flipped on the TV and my thoughts were
confirmed. The morning news had a world map showing
the rapid spread of the 'illness' and while the news
crew was obviously 'grasping at straws,' they knew of
its effects. Just off camera, the unmistakable sounds
of passionate lovemaking provided a soothing
background soundtrack to the broadcast. Apparently,
after 12-hours of flu like symptoms, women were
converted into spermicidal maniacs and men were
rendered virtually impotent. The government was intent
on the blame game while various CDC facilities were in
hyper drive in their search for a cure. Abstinence was
advised.
I called work and was greeted by several minutes of
heavy breathing and orgasmic expletives before my boss
breathlessly answered the phone. He wanted me on the
line, but warned of the commute and only men were
permitted in the building. I was tempted to ask if he
had turned gay but hung up allowing prudence to
preserve my paycheck. After a shower and a quick cup
of coffee mixed with a pair of passionate farewell
kisses, I was out the door. Small gangs of women were
wandering the streets, and when they saw me, they
charged. My survival instinct kicked in. Within
seconds I was through the front door and on the phone
promising the boss I'd be in as soon as I could, as
Becky and Naomi hastily disrobed me.
Foreplay was forgotten, as my overworked organ
disappeared into Becky's mouth and Naomi's hands
coaxed life into my depleted gonads. With my virility
in doubt, I concentrated on the surreal vision of my
wife and her cousin on their knees. Fortunately, my
doubts were unfounded and I stiffened slowly in the
gentle warmth that eagerly explored the secret
triggers that only Becky's experience could provide.
As the focused neural overload reached its explosive
threshold, four hands replaced the intoxicating warmth
of my wife's mouth and I released a well-earned reward
for my two hard working companions. They hungrily
devoured my seed gleefully as I fell backwards onto
the lazy boy, exhausted. The girls took kneeling
positions on either side of me and rested their heads
on my extended arms.
A casual visual inspection of my abused organ revealed
only slight chafing and discoloration. Becky stirred
slowly and followed my gaze. She quickly rose and
disappeared down the hallway only to reappear moments
later with a bottle of lotion. Back on her knees
again, she began to massage the cool liquid into the
feverish organ lovingly, soon joined by the gentle
hands of Naomi. In the ensuing afterglow, it appeared
to me that if unchecked, the moral fiber which we had
based our lives had suddenly and inexplicably began to
unravel and reverse itself. Damn, the implications
were mind boggling!
**
Two days later, after a pensive farewell, I was able
to navigate through the sparse groups of copulating
couples to get to work. Production was at a minimum
with less than half the crew and spontaneous
unsolicited sperm extraction from wanton women who
spied us as they walked by, but I was able to complete
my shift and head to the nearby grocery store to
restock the fridge. When I approached, I cradled my
crotch which was quite effective at discouraging the
horny females that preyed unmercifully on potential
donors.
The checkout clerk was not deterred by my rejection,
however, and with the desperation of a frenzied
nymphomaniac, she tore my work slacks from my torso
and got down to fulfilling her needs. It took a while
after the previous extractions of the day, but her
persistence finally paid off in the form of several
dribbles that trickled down her throat. Exhausted, I
quickly bagged the goods (the regular bag man was
pinned beneath a riding woman twice his size) and
threw a five on the counter.
Several recovery minutes securely locked in the car
were required before my vision returned to normal and
I returned to the streets. As I entered the house, I
encountered Naomi doing the nasty with some young
suitor on the couch. I quietly closed the door behind
me and watched her orgasm gradually unfold, her tight
and tiny titties trembling with each forceful downward
thrust of those flawless youthful hips. He growled as
he unloaded and she shivered uncontrollably as her
orgasm tortured her delicate frame for several
seconds. When she saw me, she quickly dismounted and
flushed the same bright red I had seen after our first
sexual encounter.
"I would have invited you to join us if I knew you
were here," she offered meekly.
"My dear," I replied, "I'm grateful you didn't. It's
been a long draining day; Seen Becky?"
"Not since she left for work this morning; maybe
something came up."
"Or came in," I retorted. "Wish I could have been
there to provide for her."
"No offense, but I doubt any one man can take care of
any one woman anymore," Naomi confided." "I'm thinking
of heading out with Raul and his friends in their RV
for awhile."
Raul stood ungracefully and extended his hand. He was
hung like a horse, easily twice my size when flaccid.
I shook his hand unceremoniously and offered a weak
smile when Becky entered, her hair and clothes
disheveled like she had been through the business end
of a tornado. Tears were in her eyes as she ran into
my arms and sobbed an apology.
"Shh," I comforted as she sobbed, "Your love is safe
with me." Naomi ran over and embraced us and was soon
joined by Raul. It was inevitable I immediately
surmised, and any jealousy I harbored disappeared
(except for the size of Raul's appendage). "Look,
let's just go with it, being mindful of STD's and
possessive lovers, agreed?"
We embraced again until I advised Raul to point his
prong somewhere else besides my hip. Becky pulled me
into the bedroom and shagged her attire briskly before
quickly removing my apparel. She reached for the
soothing lotion and gingerly applied it while
whispering words of comfort as my penis was a
completely separate entity. We climbed under the
covers and embraced, soon to be joined by Naomi and
Raul. It was a little tight, but all I could ever ask
for.
**
Several months have passed since the bacteria,
released from a water treatment facility in Southeast
Asia, circled the globe and changed the sexual
orientation of the mammalian species.
The bacteria evolved quickly into a harmless strain,
birth rates plummeted, wellbeing became the norm, and
a gradual acceptance of the new born sexual
orientation was welcomed by all but a diminishing
amount of clergy that still clung to the wisdom of
ages past while faithfully awaiting the miracle of
restoration. Medications were hurriedly developed
that, at best, could only partially suppress female
sex drive and increase male virility.
My relationship with Becky grew profoundly, and
although we frequently engaged different partners, it
was purely physical, and we always returned to the
comfort of each other's embrace. I left for work as
always, gave my essence to those I could, bonded with
my male counterparts, came home and watched the news,
and cuddled with Becky all night. Sometimes we shared
the bed with a desperate waif in need of a seminal
deposit but I always awoke with Becky in my arms. We
were among the vast majority that, never knowing the
future, had adapted to our new orientation, and I, for
one, was grateful.
END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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