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by Dan
mc; fg; gg; Fg+; bg; mast; oral; anal; futa
“Rache, you okay?” said Hillary. No answer came back from the other shower. Just a gasp. “Rachel, answer me.”
Nothing. Worried, Hillary yanked open the curtain between the two showers. Rachel was on her knees, legs spread so wide that her pussy was just inches from the tile. Her fingers were moving quickly in and out of her pussy. Hillary was struck by how pale that area was, almost all the rest of Rachel's body was tanned. Her wet blonde hair hung over her face...all of her attention was between her legs.
Embarrassed, Hillary stared, her cheeks turning slowly redder beneath her freckles. Finally, she decided to close the curtain again. The sound seemed to catch Rachel's attention, and the masturbating girl looked up at her friend with a giggle and a smile.
“Ohmigawd,” she said, her fingers still moving over her smooth pussy, “you caught me!”
Rachel finally stopped fingering herself, and instead slipped those fingers between her lips. She sucked each one clean as she stood up.
“I should be so embarrassed,” she giggled again. Hillary gawked, trying to will herself to move, but the shock of seeing her friend like this was too much.
“I don't feel embarrassed,” Rachel said, putting her arms around Hillary. “I feel horny.” Then she pressed her lips against Hillary's in a wet kiss.
Thoughts raced through Hillary's mind. She'd imagined this very scene during her own masturbation at home. Usually she was the one caught playing with herself in the fantasy, not Rachel. But it wasn't like she was gay. Girls and boys could both make her feel hot between her legs. It was really cool that Rachel seemed attracted to her, but Rachel wasn't acting like herself. Her mind puzzled over what she should be doing, while her lips just parted, letting Rachel's tongue slip between them. The kiss tasted surprisingly sweet. Hillary remembered Rachel licking pussy juices off her fingers. She felt grossed out and aroused at the same time, realizing that was what she tasted.
In the back of her mind, Hillary wondered what this would do to their friendship. She'd never imagined the charge that sucking another girl's tongue would send through her body. She heard herself whimpering in pleasure as Rachel's fingers found her own honeypot. They slipped in easily, already slick. Oh god, I can practically feel her pussy juice inside me, the thought was barely coherent in Hillary's mind as she rocked her hips in rhythm with Rachel's fingers. The pleasure was filling her up, getting into her head. My brain feels warm. Horny. She giggled, before breaking the kiss, and pulling away. Kissing was nice, but she really wanted to suck Rachel's tits.
Hillary couldn't stop giggling, when she and Rachel returned to the cabin for bed. The pleasure and the naughtiness of what the two of them had gotten away with in the shower made her feel warm, made her mind full of blissful bubbles of happiness. After lights-out, she lay back on her bed, her long brown hair spread on the pillow. She wore a plain white T-shirt, her nipples had been stiff underneath it the whole time she'd had it on. She hadn't wanted to bother with panties after the shower, her smooth pussy felt too good and wet. And now that the lights were out, she pulled up her shirt to give her access to the slit between her legs. It still needed rubbing. She tried to keep quiet, but the warm, sexy feelings in her head were too much. She kept forgetting to keep her mouth shut, low moans escaping as she touched herself. She heard the sound of other girls whispering, and it made her blush, half naked in the dark. Her hand remained between her legs, but she kept quiet until the tingling in her chest grew too strong, and she decided to pinch her nipples. The blast of hot pleasure made her moan loudly, her pussy gushed onto her bed. She found herself caring less if the other girls heard. Her fantasies of being caught masturbating were transforming from harmless sexual fetish to real desire. She moved a hand back to her pussy, and lifted her shirt for better access to her nipples.
After listening to Hillary moaning, and the wet sounds of her masturbation, Rachel wasn't in much better shape. Her mind already felt mostly empty, hot and wet as her pussy, full of nothing but giggles and sex. She hadn't really stopped masturbating for more than a few minutes at a time since the shower. So her plan to quiet Hillary down was primarily motivated by arousal. She crawled in bed with her friend, and kissed her, muffling the moans. At least until the two girls moved their hands to one another, slipping fingers inside. The moans returned, as did the complaints at the noise...the other girls seemed shocked now, realizing what was going on, but not quite able to believe it. Eager to please, Hillary and Rachel turned their bodies to make a 69, muffling their moans in each others bare, wet pussies.
They had drifted in and out of sleep, their minds barely more active when they were awake and licking one another, all through the night. The other girls in the cabin just tried to ignore it. This lasted until Counselor Sandy came in for the wake up call. Sandy was a good Southern girl, raised right, so when she saw two of her charges naked and licking each other, she yanked them right out of bed.
“What the hell are y'all doin'? You girls are actin' like a couple of lezzie sluts!” she shook the girls, both of whom appeared half-asleep, staring past her. Both blissfully smiling faces were shiny with sex juices.
“Slutty lezzies?” she asked Sandy, confused. Rachel just giggled to herself. Hillary's green eyes blinked slowly. “Lezzies, yeah. We're sluts,” she giggled, liking the sound of the words. Her tongue slid out, licking the sweet juices from her pink lips.
“You gals on drugs?” their angry and rapidly more embarrassed camp counselor asked. It was about all she could think of. Their eyes didn't seem to focus. Even naked and caught red-handed (and pink-pussied), neither girl seemed even slightly concerned. They didn't show a single sign of embarrassment. “Y'all eat anything weird?” Sandy was rapidly going from angry to concerned.
“Ate pussy,” Rachel giggled, licking her lips and making a moan of satisfaction. When Hillary echoed her answer, Sandy's reaction slid back to angry. She shook the girls again, gripping their arms so tight it should have hurt.
“Both of you disgustin' lezzies go to the nurse's office! And if she don't find anything wrong with y'all, I am going to get your butts kicked out of camp so fast...” she was interrupted when both girls embraced her, planting a juicy kiss on each cheek. She pushed the girls away, yelling more threats as she ran off to wash her face.
Hillary and Rachel looked at each other. “Nurse's office,” Rachel said. Hillary nodded. They couldn't really think for themselves, so the only idea in their minds seemed to be the best idea in their minds.
Nurse Joanne was a lesbian, but didn't like to make a big deal of it. She didn't look like the androgynous stereotype. She loved to dress feminine, to show off her generous curves, and her black hair was long and flowed halfway down her back, when it wasn't tied up. But, she still had to make an extra effort to keep it a secret. Since she worked at a camp for teenage girls, she knew at least some of the parents would make a big deal if they knew, and she'd probably be forced to resign. So, she kept it quiet. It wasn't like she wanted girls that young anyway. She'd lost her virginity at sixteen to a woman in her mid-thirties, and had been attracted to mature women ever since. Not that it would matter, if her orientation came out, she was sure.
So when she opened the door to the sight of two partly-clothed girls who greeted her with the phrase “Hi, Nurse. We're lezzie sluts,” she was not happy. But a second look made them easy to believe. The taller girl, Hillary, wore a tank-top that showed off her midriff, and a pair of denim shorts that were completely unzipped. It was clear she didn't have panties on or a bra on. Her nipples poked hard, thick, and long under her shirt, and as she stood staring blankly at the nurse, her hand moved toward the opening in her shorts. Rachel was a little shorter, the only thing that saved the sundress she wore from being indecent. Or, it would have been decent, if Rachel had put it on when she wasn't wet and slick with pussy juice. As it was, the garment was mostly transparent, sticking to her young curves, and making it obvious she hadn't worn underwear either.
Even in her wilder years, Rachel had never seen anyone acting this slutty. And the girls were so spacy. As she eyed them suspiciously, they both started to masturbate. She made her decision, and pulled both girls into the infirmary. They followed directions well, so she had them sit down, and asked them face-to-face what was wrong.
“We're lezzie sluts,” Hillary said, her pale cheeks still blushing under her freckles when she said the words. Every time she blushed, she felt it in her nipples and pussy too. But no matter how embarrassed she got, it never occurred to her to stop masturbating.
“We like pussy, and Sandy's no fun,” Rachel pouted. She pulled her dress up above her hips to give herself easy access to her cunt. She didn't feel even a little embarrassed. She couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. Why didn't everyone else want to fuck more, like her and Hillary? At least her friend's shyness just made her get wetter.
“Are you fun?” the young girl asked Joanne.
“There's a time and a place for this kind of fun,” Nurse Joanne started to lecture. “I thought good girls like you already knew that.”
Obviously the girls did not. Even pink-cheeked Hillary was already touching herself again, playing with her tits under her top. The nurse sighed. “Girls, there's something wrong with you here. Compulsively masturbating is not normal. I don't want to have to call your parents, so tell me what's going on. Drugs? A dare?”
Rachel was busy sucking her fingers clean, eagerly licking at her pussy juice, so it was Hillary that answered. “I don't know, Miss...Nurse, I mean.” She pinched her nipples hard, closing her eyes and moaning. Her blush had spread all the way down to her chest. “It just feels too good to stop, even if it's sooo humiliating...” she trailed off as she said the words, into the gasps and vocalizations of an orgasm.
“Soo good,” said Rachel, looking speculatively at Nurse Joanne.
The more sex a victim of the strange disease had, the more dense the concentration of micro-organisms in their bodily fluids. After a night of mindless mutual pussylicking, the juices on Rachel and Hillary's lips were quite potent. Sandy's nipples stiffened at the smell of them as she rushed to her private room to wash herself clean. So gross, she thought. Girls shouldn't be kissing each other like that, and they got all that goo on me. Her cheeks felt warm with humiliation and anger, and she hoped that was all. By the time she reached her private bathroom, her nipples felt uncomfortably tight and stiff. Pulling her shirt off rubbed against them in a way that she found uncomfortably pleasurable, even through her bra. After taking her bra off, the cold air made them perk up even harder and more sensitive. She resolutely ignored the pleasurable feelings as she pulled her shorts and panties down her shapely legs. She certainly wouldn't admit to herself that the golden curls between her legs were damp with arousal.
Sandy stepped into the shower, turning the cold water on herself with a gasp. It cleared her head for a moment, long enough to let her wonder why she was feeling so spacy. She realized that there really was something wrong with those two dykes, and that she was catching it. She quickly put her face under the spray, letting it rinse the girls' juices away. As she washed, she felt surprise at how slick and copious the juice on her face was. She scrubbed at her face with her hands, but only succeeded in getting her hands slippery with the sweet lubrication. She turned the knob to make the water heat up, hoping that would help her get clear. There was just so much goo on her face. Those two lezzie sluts had to have been licking pussy so much before they kissed her. Her mind drifted back to their shiny lips...and the glance she'd taken down below, to their bare and shiny pussy lips. They'd been wet all the way down their thighs.
The hot water was finally starting to make her face feel clean. She darted her tongue out, experimentally, without thinking. Her lips still tasted slightly sweet. Oh, eww, she thought to herself, realizing she'd just tasted pussy. I'd better be careful...don't want to start to like it, like those lezzie sluts. Gawd, those girls were so horny, Sandy mused, soaping her body. She gave extra attention to her nice C-cup breasts. Oh wow, that feels good, she thought, as her nipples slipped between her soapy fingers. She pulled her nipples again and was rewarded with a pulse of pleasure between her legs.
“Oh my gawd,” she said, “I shouldn't be doin' this.”
Her hands didn't want to stop, squeezing and stroking her tits, while her mind went over her memories of those two little girls. She remembered how big and out of proportion the freckled girl's nipples seemed, in comparison to her small tits. As she rolled her own between her thumb and forefinger, she though Maybe they felt like this, oh wow, no wonder she was so slutty. Sandy really didn't want to be a slutty dyke. She'd always been a good girl, and never even touched herself in a naughty way. Well, hardly ever, she admitted, remembering a few lazy afternoons when she'd had the house to herself, and 'accidentally' stumbled onto a porn site on the family computer.
Yeah, that's better, she thought, when the memories of hard cocks pounding into willing pussies popped into her head. I don' wanna be a lezzie like those girls, the image of the two of them, licking each other, popped into her head, turning her on just as much as the earlier pornographic memory. No, ah want cock, she focused on the thought, completely failing to realize that she was still becoming horny and eager to fuck, no matter which one she thought of. Oh yeah, want cock, she thought, imagining a boy's hard-on going between her thighs, pushing up into her. She moved her hands down her body, her pussy needed attention.
Nurse Joanne remembered learning something in basic biology about pheromones. Most species used them to signal their readiness to fuck (to mate, she corrected herself), and to make themselves irresistible to potential partners. Something like that was going on. She'd been in rooms that reeked of sex before, and it had mostly made her want to leave quickly. The strong scent of Hillary and Rachel's dripping pussies, on the other hand, was quickly turning her on. She resolved to stay professional, not to touch them. Rachel had other plans. She'd gotten rid of her sundress. Her legs were spread wide, and she was lewdly masturbating, looking straight at the nurse.
“I just need my pussy licked so bad, please...” she whined. “I can't think straight, I'm just so horny!” She slipped her fingers in, making them wet and shiny, then licked each one slowly clean. “Don't you want a taste?” she asked the nurse.
And Joanne was tempted. The smell of hot, wet sex was radiating off of the two girls. It filled her head, clouded her thoughts, her body was starting to betray her and becoming aroused. And that slight, sweet scent...her nose was telling her that the girls would have the best, sweetest tasting pussies she'd ever licked.
“Hillary can lick you, Rachel. I just want to watch.” She did her best to breathe through her mouth, but the scent seemed to affect her just as strongly that way. “I mean observe,” she corrected. “I need to observe you girls.”
The girls were eager for pleasure. Hillary dropped to her knees on the floor in front of her friend, and pushed Rachel's legs wide. They really wanted the nurse to join in, but everything still sounded like a good idea in their highly-suggestible minds. As Hillary started lapping, she slipped her hand between her thighs, rubbing up and down her slit. While Hillary still barely wore her top, she'd wriggled out of her shorts as quickly as possible. It left Nurse Joanne staring at a completely naked Rachel, her breasts bouncing with every gasp, the only part of her obscured was her pussy. Of course, she could still easily see Hillary's. The girl seemed to be swaying her ass at the older woman, drawing her attention to the way her hand was working between her legs.
The nurse's whole body felt hot. She concentrated on her need to avoid whatever it was that made the girls act like this. She thought it must be an infection of some kind. A drug wouldn't make them smell so fucking good. She found that her hands were on her breasts, squeezing them through her top and bra. She was happy to realize that she was still dressed. If it's airborne, I've already got it, she said to herself. So I can stay and watch...I mean OBSERVE, dammit! Her gaze focused between Hillary's legs. The girl was so wet that she was making a puddle on the floor. It's fluid transfer, Joanne though, her head clouded with pheromones. It has to be that. All I need to do is not lick those sweet little pussies. Oh god, I need it... She moved a hand between her legs, pushed her skirt up her thighs. She pressed her palm against her pussy, through her panties, rubbing. Just need an orgasm, and I can think. I can help these girls. She pulled her panties aside, rubbing her wet lips, hoping it wasn't already too late.
It was already too late to stop the spread of the strange affliction. Nancy and Hope had the bad luck to be listed on the board that day for morning cleanup. It usually just involved sweeping the cabin, but after that job was done, the girls found themselves staring at the two soaked beds.
“Do you think we have to clean that?” asked Nancy. She was 13, older than most girls there. The camp shorts and tshirt had not been planned to accommodate the curves of a maturing girl, and Nancy's body was a perfect example of that. The shorts were almost indecently tight, and her C-cup breasts pulled the shirt up to bare her midriff. Her short, black hair framed her pretty face, which was currently in an expression of disgust as she looked at the messy sheets. “I don't want to even touch it.”
Hope nodded, vaguely. She was one of the younger girls in the cabin, not quite 11. A pale girl with short, very light blond hair and beautiful green eyes, she still had the body of a young girl. She didn't even need a bra, most of the time. She was beginning to regret not wearing a training bra, though. Her nipples had gotten so stiff while they'd been cleaning, and felt so sensitive that she was aware of them rubbing against her shirt whenever she breathed. At first, she'd thought that being around Nancy was making her horny. She'd begun to realize recently that while she had yet to develop an interest in boys, she really, really liked girls. And Nancy, well...Nancy was a really hot girl. But Hope was realizing that what was really getting to her was the scent coming from the sheets. She wanted to strip down and rub herself all over them.
“Let's just take them and go,” Hope said, pulling the wet sheets off of Rachel's bed.
Nancy was going to leave the sheets alone. She was feeling uncomfortably hot, and distracted, a little tingly. She wanted to get done and get out, leave the weird-smelling gross sheets to someone else. But when Hope stripped the other bed, Nancy sighed to herself. She didn't want to refuse to do something the younger girl was willing to do. So she leaned down to pull the linens off of Hillary's bunk, the bunk both girls had spent the night in, licking each other to orgasm after orgasm in. The sheets squelched when she touched them. She wasn't quite sure what happened after that. She felt her pulse quicken, felt it in her nipples and between her legs especially. Then she heard a louder, wetter sound. Felt something cold and wet against her cheek, and soaking through her tight clothes. She rubbed her face against the sheets, stuck her tongue out to taste the juices, lapping at them as one of her hands found its way between her legs. The other pushed her shirt up, she wanted so much to rub her plump nipples and soft tits against the girl goo soaked into the bed. She couldn't believe how good it felt on her skin. She wriggled, doing her best to get her shorts all the way off, was almost naked when she felt more wet sheets above her, completely surrounding her, except for the warm naked female body that had joined her in bed. That was good, she thought. She needed to kiss and touch other girls. Maybe boys, later, when she could be bothered to get out of this wonderful, sweet, sex-soaked bed.
Nurse Joanne couldn't remember exactly when her clothes had gone. Everything had gone a little hazy when she'd started masturbating. She remembered the two sexy young girls trying to approach her while she'd had her panties around her ankles, kicking the undergarments off and escaping to her bedroom, which she'd locked. Then just...lots of pleasure. It was so tempting to unlock the door in her horny fugue, she'd fantasized over and over of being taken by the girls while she masturbated. But now, many orgasms later, she was thinking straight again. Mostly. She still found her fingers idly circling her clit, but at least she could string a thought together. She'd decided to call up Hillary and Rachel's parents while she recovered just a little more, see if they'd noticed anything at all. They could at least give her a clue about incubation time.
She was listening to the phone ring at the number on record for Rachel's parents. She was pretty sure it was her second call. There had been an orgasm shortly after talking to Hillary's parents, at the dirty feeling of masturbating while she talked to them. They had seemed fine, but a bit concerned about her breathing heavily. She'd made some excuse before hanging up, dialing the next number, and exploding in orgasm. But now it was the third call, and no answer. Now that she had control of herself, she had to get back out there, to research what was wrong with the girls. She put on an old lab coat, and one of the surgical masks she kept around in case of a flu outbreak. Then she pulled on a pair of latex gloves, trying not to imagine how the material would slide against the girls wet pussies. If I concentrate, I can do this. I can learn about it, stop it.
The sound of a ringing phone echoed through the Parker household for the third time. Though it went unanswered, the house wasn't empty. Almost as loud as the ringing were the grunts and moans coming from the master bedroom. Rob and Rachel's father, Roger, had his cock buried in his wife's ass, groaning in pleasure as he pumped it full of what felt like a liter of cum. His balls had been swollen and full since he'd awoken that morning, and it was hard to think of anything but emptying them in constant fucking.
"Should...we...answer that?" Alice grunted, her enhanced, dripping breasts wobbling with every thrust. "It's, like...third time..." She'd completely lost it the night before, the infection she'd unknowingly spread to her kids overtaking her mind and leading her and her husband to fuck like animals, until he was just as infected. By the next morning, her mind was feeling a little clearer, able to string together a thought, but she'd still been unable to convince herself to stop letting her mindlessly rutting husband pound all of her holes in turn. Strings of semen and puddles of her juices dried throughout the house.
"Fuck...better..." Roger slowly pulled his cock from his wife. Something in the strange infection they both carried allowed her to stretch around his thickened prick. He was too deep into lusty need to notice how long it took to slide the whole 18-inch length from her cum-filled body, all he cared about is that the bigger he got, the better sex felt. Filling her up seemed to make them both sexier, but he found himself wanting to fill fresh holes, holes that didn't drip his seed already. As things stood, though, he couldn't hold that thought long enough to leave. His wife's pussy or mouth would catch his eye again, and he'd need to fill it.
"Mmm...it's stopped now, just fuck me some more." The transformed mother was on her back now, playing with and sucking on her milk-dripping tits. Roger lined up his huge cock, which at some point that morning had become as smooth and hairless as her pussy, always hard and ready to fuck. Then, the doorbell rang. Alice sat up, putting her hand around her husband's cock. "On second thought, let's answer this one," she said. Both infected parents headed to the front door, naked, their minds full of how they'd fuck whoever they found there.
Sandy's fingers and toes had wrinkled when the hot water finally ran out, driving her from the camp shower. She held the handle of a bath brush with the internal muscles of her pussy, unwilling to even let the satisfying fullness out as she walked. As much as she needed it to be filled, the object just wasn't satisfying, it wasn't real. She needed cock. The memories of her occasional porn searches and a thick handle weren't enough, she knew she had to have a boy's hard, fleshy rod inside her, spewing cum. She was so horny, she knew cock was the only thing that could save her from her lust forcing her to be a dirty, nasty lezzie like those girls from this morning. Such bad girls, infecting her...she imagined taking them over her knee, spanking their bare asses, and found herself pinching her pulsing clitoris at the image.
She knew something was wrong. Her breasts seemed bigger by nearly half a cup size, after the shower, and her nipples had expanded with them. Between her legs, her blond curls were gone, her labia plumped out and inviting, with the hard red bud of her aroused clit poking out at the top of the slit. What ah should do is go see the nurse, she thought, but a flood of fear and arousal at meeting the slutty dykes who'd infected her changed her mind. Nah, what ah need to do is just get rid of that goo on their beds, before somebody else catches gay. Her intentions were noble. Her naked body and the waddling gait from the bath brush still shoved inside her showed that her actions would probably be less so.
Nurse Joanna found it easy enough to keep Hillary and Rachel busy by reminding them to lick each other, so as long as she kept her head, she felt safe. For a moment after fingering both of them, the girlcream-shined latex on her fingers looked impossibly tempting. Why research it when I can just lick it away and join the fun? her horny mind tried to betray her. The scent was so much stronger so close. She'd yanked the gloves off, and put another pair on. She was lucky enough to find a microscope, and tried to concentrate on not giving in as she prepared slides of the infected juices, and of her own.
The scent didn't fade when away from the girls' bodies. In fact, Joanna thought the pure juices might be releasing an even stronger scent as they dried. As she pushed one of the infected girls' samples under the microscope, her latex-covered fingers were already pushing between her own pussy lips, the smooth material so distractingly slippery she had trouble holding herself steady enough to see through the microscope's eyepiece. Finally, she got a look. Where her juices were only slightly more opaque than water, the girls' juices were filled with tiny pearlescent, amorphous cells, actively swimming through the fluid. I was right not to touch them, the nurse thought to herself. It's not a disease, it's worse. Some kind of fucking parasite. She turned to her computer to start a patient file, and found one dated a few hours earlier that morning, from the associated boys' camp across the lake.
It began with "Boy responds to all stimuli sexually," and chronicled Nurse Gail's descent as her infection progressed. Joanna couldn't help but picture the imposing, large-breasted redhead losing herself in pleasure. She spread her legs as she read, naked underneath the labcoat that had come undone already. By the time she read Gail's late-stage fantasies of giving milk while boys came on her, Joanna had three latex-slick fingers in her pussy. It was why she didn't notice the girls until two small mouths closed over her nipples, and small cum-slicked fingers joined her own between her legs.
Alice hadn't even known she liked pussy, but apparently she loved it. It tasted even better glazed with a generous portion of her husband's sticky cream. She remembered the idea passing through her head that she shouldn't greet guests naked and dripping sperm out of her orifices, just before she opened the door. She recognized her neighbor from down the street, and her daughter in her softball uniform. They dropped the candy bars they'd come to sell in surprise when the naked couple opened the door, and seemed to forget all about them a second later when Roger's cock blasted them both with hot seed. With the pheromone buzz and the infectious semen affecting them, it was easy to guide the MILF and her little girl out of their clothes.
Now cute little nipples were beginning to swell larger on the girl's flat chest, and the little nymphet was eager to rub herself all over Roger's huge cock. She was so eager to have her mom or Alice lick her clean, so she could get herself covered in goo all over again. Roger kept trying to fuck the girl, and she did her best...a little closer to taking him in each time. Right now she was straddling his huge tool, rubbing her wet pussy on it while the rest of its length pounded in and out of her mother's cunt. Alice pulled at her nipples, as she rode her neighbor's tongue. "Want some milk, dear?" she asked the little girl riding her husband's rod.
"Oh mah god, everybody here is a lezzie slut!" Sandy shouted when she walked back into the cabin. It had taken longer than expected. Her clit throbbed with every step, and she kept having to push the brush back in, as she was too wet for it to stay. She half hoped to get caught, imagining the punishment awaiting her for being such a slut...when those fantasies overwhelmed her, she had to fuck herself more, keeping thoughts of cock in her mind, playing with the swelling bud between her legs as she came again and again. She couldn't let herself become a lezzie slut. She yanked the sheets off the girls, yanked the girls off each other, getting her hands slick again with what were now the juices of four horny girls.
"No, girls," she tried to say, trying to get their glassy eyes to focus on her. "Y'all need cock. Dick. Y'all need to get fucked."
Some part of her realized that this wasn't the advice a good girl was supposed to give. Some other part of her was just cock-obsessed, and wanted nothing more than to fuck and see the girls in front of her getting fucked. She rubbed up and down her hardened clit as she stared at the girls. A moment later, they did focus...between her legs. Hope dove straight for the counselor's pussy, while Nancy wrapped her lips around the girl's strangely elongated, transforming clitoris.
Nurse Joanna was feeling a lot better. She wasn't sure why she wasn't a dumb, horny, giggling slut like the girls, but for whatever reason, she wasn't. Her mind was clear. Horny as hell, but clear. It felt like the parasite had just melted away her old hang-ups about sex. She wasn't worried about whether fucking the two girls in her office was wrong. Hillary was under the desk, licking her, and Rachel was under Hillary. Occasionally she pulled Hillary away from her pussy long enough to tell her what a little slut she was, the humiliation usually made the girl orgasm again. Joanna realized it never would have occurred to her old self to humiliate a girl as part of pleasuring her. She'd always worried that just being gay was unusual enough, without extra kink on top of it.
Now, she knew that it was all about whatever got her off, whatever made her pussy gush the most parasite-tainted cum. The analytical part of her mind realized the parasite just made her want to cum so it could reproduce and spread, but she was starting to see it as more of a symbiosis now. She gave the parasite a body to live in, and it gave her unlimited pleasure and sex, with anyone she wanted. It even let her want more. She'd never desired younger girls like she did now, she wanted the whole camp naked and horny. And knowing how the parasite worked, she was pretty sure she could spread it to everyone here easily. She just needed to fuck these two hot young sluts, and collect enough of their juices. And maybe after the girls' camp was changed into a giant orgy, she'd go across the lake and try cock for the first time.
Alice tongued the little girl's clit, marveling at her cute cunt finally managing to stretch wide enough to take Roger's meat. She watched the little slut's belly distending as the huge cock pumped more seed into her. Alice lapped at the drips of goo that escaped. The girl's eyes were rolled back in her head, she was babbling nonsense sounds, her brain overwhelmed by the stimulation.
Alice couldn't quite remember where the girl's mother was. The woman had seemed upset to see Roger stretching her daughter's little pussy, and then she'd left, talking about how she was going to get her husband to punish Roger and Alice. A moment of worry flashed in her mind, but then she noticed that the hot little slut's chest had swelled into a sexy pair of tits, and decided worrying could wait until after she sucked those.
After a few orgasms, Sandy was prepared to admit that lezzie sluts weren't all bad. The two she'd caught in the cabin had really sweet, tasty pussies, and could do amazing stuff with their tongues. They'd just made her cum so hard, and her clit just kept getting bigger and more sensitive every time. Nancy's tongue was shoved deep in her cunt, and as Sandy looked down, she realized that her clit wasn't a clit anymore. Counselor Sandy was now the owner of a seven-inch cock poking out at the top of her slit. The realization of what a freak she'd become, at the same time she saw the cock she'd been fantasizing about all day...she came, her new cock spraying onto her own tits, and a little onto Nancy's face.
"Okay, girls," she said, grinning. "Ah told you cock was better. One of you gals get your ass up in the air, and ah'll show ya." Nancy giggled and got on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass at the cocked counselor. Sandy slid her new tool, for the first time, into a hot, wet pussy.
"Gawd...no wonder guys wanna fuck all the time...ah fuckin' love pussy..." Sandy moaned. She put her hands on Nancy's hips and began to piston into the girl. Hope just pressed in close to Sandy, licking away the cum from her now-perfect tits.
Joanne's experiments, interrupted by sex, had discovered that the parasite could survive a surprisingly long time outside a host, as long as it was in some kind of sexual fluid. A sweet-tasting kiss from Rachel reminded her that nearly every fluid in an infected person became a kind of sexual lubricant, and tasted just as nice as the transformed cum. This research is what led to Joanne separating the juices she collected into multiple bottles. Once their burning lust for each other finally calmed, the two girls and the nurse crept to the maintenance shed near each group of cabins. They emptied bottles of the parasites into the water filtration system. It took a little while. They had to pause to lick each other more often than Joanne intended. The moans of those sex breaks drew a few girls to them. By the end, Joanne found herself responsible not just for Hillary and Rachel, but also for the newly-infected Lucy, Diane, and Mary. After the water-filtration systems were infected, Joanne led her charges back to the nurse's office. She wanted to watch the infection progress in these new girls. She was curious about the slightly different way it seemed to effect every girl who caught it, and wondered if certain sexual stimuli would lead to different reactions in the new girls.
"I hate how much chlorine they put in the pool!" Jill pouted. She didn't want to complain too much, but she loved to swim, and her beautiful long blond hair would end up looking like straw if she didn't rinse it after every time in the pool. "And these camp showers get cold so fast!" The almost-teen girl pulled her swimsuit down, uncovering her small body and tiny tits. On contact with air, her brown nipples came immediately erect.
Janie was surprised to see her twin sister stripping in front of her. The girls usually stripped off their suits behind the curtains, in the showers. She didn't really mind, though. After a night of those two girls fucking a few beds away, seeing her sister's cute little boobs was tame. Kinda nice, too, she thought. Just like mine. She hadn't seen her sister naked since they started developing, she realized. It seemed they were still a match, both just barely starting to curve. She started stripping off her two-piece.
The twins had always been cute girls, with their blond hair and cute faces. Their skin tanned easily into a healthy bronze. Sure, they weren't developing much in the breast region, but that was alright. No one would ever mistake their slim, beautiful, smooth figures for that of a boy, even if they never got big tits. Jill pushed the one-piece suit all the way off, down her legs, exposing a hairless pussy that shone with the dampness of her recent swim.
It wasn't all the recent swim. Memories of the previous night had been coming into her mind all day. It was like the smell of sex had stuck with her even after leaving the cabin. Now she was seeing Janie naked, as she stripped her two-piece off. Jill found herself fascinated with the tan lines, the triangles of pale skin framing Janie's hard nipples. Jill had become a little jealous of Janie's confidence, her willingness to show off her blossoming body. But now she was happy for that willingness as she stared, less jealous than usual, feeling fascinated instead. Finally, Janie also took off the bottom of her suit, and Jill giggled, reminded of the old Coppertone ads. She swatted Janie's bottom, and they both blushed. "Okay, right, we should get clean," she said, not looking directly at her twin.
Back in the cabin, three girls laid back on gooey, wet mattresses. They'd fucked on at least four more beds, and they were feeling tired. It didn't stop them all from fingering their pussies, and Sandy from stroking her cock...but it gave them a few moments to start almost thinking again.
"Hey, gals," she moved her hand up and down her thick rod as she spoke, "Y'know there's a camp fulla boys across the lake. We should take a field trip. Ah still need cock."
The other girls only replied with moans, but followed her when she left.
Jill moaned. The water felt so good as it washed over her naked skin. She felt so aware of her body, so aware it was completely naked, her skin bare and easily touched. She thought she could feel every drop moving over her naked skin, and every drop was like a caress. Her hands on her body, which had been soaping herself up and were now just rubbing, were even more like a caress. The feeling of her smooth, slick skin under her hands was addictive, the sensations were driving all thought out of her head. Distantly, she heard moans from her sister's shower, but then she noticed that her hand had found its way between her legs. The sensation of her fingers parting her pussy lips suddenly seemed much more important than anything else.
Janie had been masturbating since the water first touched her, bringing an immediate flood of helpless arousal. She listened to her sister's moans of pleasure, feeling like her mind was dripping out from between her legs. She wondered if her twin felt the same. She started crawling along the tile, one hand remaining between her legs. Her progress was slow, but she couldn't stop fingering herself. She giggled and groaned as she crawled closer to Jill's shower.
Jill squeaked in fright when she felt something push her fingers out of the way, something warm and wet pressing between her legs. She opened her eyes, looking down to see her twin sister Janie, on her knees, her lips pressed to her smooth slit. In her brain, areas responsible for shame, and areas that remembered the strong taboo against incest, all activated. The parasites already swimming though her body reacted to the negative feelings, absorbing the chemicals associated with them, and instead transmitting much happier feelings. In Jill's awareness, her thoughts were simply Oh god, my sister is licking me...that's so wrong...I'm such a slut...such a fucking hot slut...lick me, sis!
It was starting to get dark outside before the MILF returned. Alice was gently licking the unconscious little girl's pussy, admiring the pregnant-looking curve of her belly, and the amazing growth of her tits and ass from the cum that had infected her. She'd passed out from too much pleasure about half an hour before. Alice had tried to get her name, but the only thing the girl could remember at that point was "Little Slut." As Alice licked Little Slut's pussy, and Roger plowed her ass again, the door burst open.
"Have you two been fucking my daughter?" said a slurred, angry voice. Alice and Roger looked up to see the MILF's husband.
Roger just laughed, not bothering to stop fucking Alice. "Hell yeah," he said, with another chuckle. "Hot little slut now..." he still wasn't thinking very well.
Alice, despite being full of cum and on her hundredth orgasm of the day, had the presence of mind to worry. She remembered the MILF hadn't been happy at how good of a fuck her daughter was, and that the husband was here to punish the two adults who'd been fucking her all day. Her worry quickly faded, as she noticed that the MILF's husband was completely fucking naked. His foot-long cock swayed like a pendulum between his legs, already hardening again at the sight and smell before him.
The MILF herself was pressed to him, equally naked, and looked sticky with cum. "Yeah, baby, you tell 'em," she giggled and licked her husband's neck. "She's our girl. We should be the ones fucking her."
Alice pulled her lips away from Little Slut's pussy, compulsively licking whatever sweet drops were left on her face before speaking. "I bet that big cock will wake her right up," she grinned up at the newly-infected man. "And while you're doing your little girl...well, we missed your wife." Alice smiled as she felt her husband's cock spurt in her again. It was going to be a good night.
The boys were from Trevor's cabin, the first one to fall to the parasite. They'd come back late, and seen an orgy of young boys through the window. Weird things had been going on all day, and they decided to leave, to run to the camp across the lake to get help. Though all had been affected by the parasite, it was mild enough that without sex, their immune systems would take care of it. Alex had a distracting erection under his camp shorts that wouldn't go away, and that felt much bigger than normal. Kenny kept finding his eyes focusing on the asses of the other two boys as he walked behind them, and on the constant bulge at the front of Alex's shorts. Evan couldn't seem to think or concentrate as well as he usually could, but he couldn't seem to be bothered by that fact. They had made it halfway around the lake, and it was getting very dark. That's when they saw the three pale figures.
The three figures, Sandy and her girls, saw the boys at the same time they were seen. Sandy giggled, a bit of shyness at standing in front of boys naked surfacing from her old personality. Her new desires quickly took over. "Oh mah gawd, girls...we found cock!" Her own newly-grown dick throbbed as she and the girls broke into a run, straight for the three boys.
The girls were all covered with parasite-tainted sexual juices, some of them fresh. After all, they couldn't be expected to walk all the way around the lake without fucking each other at least a little bit. The heightened sexual scent hit the boys like a freight train. None of them had ever seen a real, actual naked girl before. And while they all knew they were fleeing from uncontrollable sex, it started to seem like the most important thing was dealing with the arousal they'd all been feeling for the entire walk. Better to fuck some hot girls than each other, right?
Nancy slid to her knees in front of Alex, who was just staring at her, one hand rubbing at the front of his shorts. She giggled, yanking them down his body. "Let me take care of that," she said, opening her mouth and engulfing his cock.
Evan felt confused. He couldn't help giggling when he saw Alex's shorts come down. Then he felt something touching his own cock. He looked down, and saw his little sister, Hope, with her hand down his pants. He started to push her away, but she gave the pout she always did when she wanted something. "I need it..." she whined. She pulled the front of his shorts down, freeing his cock so she could stroke it more easily. She pressed herself close, kissing him. He tasted something so sweet, it made his head spin. He could feel Hope's wet pussy rubbing against his cock. Soon, the idea of fucking his sister seemed hot and naughty, instead of wrong.
Sandy moved slower, watching her girls take two of the boys. Kenny watched too, falling to his knees and pulling his cock out of his pants, too horny to do anything but wank as he watched his friends fuck those two sexy girls. The sight of sex, and the pleasure he was giving himself, clouded his mind. When he felt someone embrace him from behind, soft breasts against his back, and something stiff, hot, hard, and slick rubbing on his butt, he just bent forward, keeping up the rhythm of his hand on his cock. There was a moment of resistance when Sandy's huge tool actually pushed into his ass, but the immediate release of her precum inside him quickly made the resistance fade to pleasure.
Anne lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Her fingers moved slowly up and down her wet slit. Ever since she got the counselor job the year before, it was her habit to end the day by heading to her private room to masturbate. She'd slowly get more into pleasuring herself, staring with a hand down her pants, and always ending completely naked on her bed. Then she'd usually go in the shower and do it again. On her mind at the moment was the closest she'd come to actual sex. The previous year, there'd been a social event between the two camps, a dance for the older campers and counselors. She'd danced with a boy named Trevor, and then gone off somewhere private with him later that night. They'd ended up both half naked, her with her breasts bare, him with his cock out. After she jerked him off, he sprayed all over her tits. Her pussy got hotter, remembering the way it felt, warm and sticky. She couldn't stop imagining how pornographic she must have looked at that moment. Her pleasure crested, and she moaned her first orgasm of the night.
As she lay in bed, relaxing, she heard noise from the cabin. The girls were usually really well-behaved, leaving her free to enjoy herself in the evenings. Tonight, though, she heard loud giggling and shouting...and some other noises that she'd swear sounded like a chorus of grunts and moans. She had shrugged her robe on and was searching for her panties when there was a knock at her door. She pulled the robe tightly closed and answered it. Teri, one of the younger girls from her cabin, was there wearing only a towel. "Miss Anne," she said quietly, smiling, "we need you in the shower." Water still dripped down her body. Something a little thicker and sweeter dripped down her inner thighs.
Anne rolled her eyes. She couldn't imagine what was going on, but with the noise and now a girl coming to get her, she knew she should get over there and stop it quick. She tied her robe closed and started a brisk walk to the shower. Teri dropped her towel and, with a giggle, started playing with her nipples. It was so hard to concentrate after playing with the girls in the showers!
Lucy was on her knees, one hand rubbing her pussy, the fingers of the other hand between her lips as she sucked them clean. Her lips had become plump, pillowy, and pink after getting infected, and being only allowed pussy stimulation while she was sucking or licking. Her tongue felt a little too big, and she'd started to speak with a lisp.
Diane was also on her knees. her irises had gone white, and she stared blankly ahead. she wanted, badly, to rub herself. Ever since getting sprayed down by Nurse Joanne...no, now it was Mistress Joanne...her pussy had been hot and eager. Diane had played with it, until Mistress Joanne told her to stop. Voices from outside her head were the only thing that mattered, other than the heat of her pussy. It burned all of Diane's own thoughts away. And Mistress Joanne kept giving her orders. And orders felt good. And somewhere in the past few hours, she'd felt a particularly strong orgasm wash over her brain at one of Mistress Joanne's orders. Then she was Diane. she followed orders. From Mistress Joanne, or shy Mistress Hillary, or even hard-to-understand orders from Mistress Lucy, it didn't matter. Diane's mind was empty, and the only thing better than being given an order was obeying it. Following the command not to touch herself was soo much better than masturbating.
Both were waiting for Mary's return. Neither was capable of thinking about what the girl would become. They just enjoyed their new selves, lost in the pleasures of their transformations. They smiled a little at the bubbly pop sounds of "Barbie Girl" coming from the room where the nurse and her assistants were working on Mary.
Anne nearly tripped over the pile of pulled-down curtains when she entered the group showers. Nothing restricted lines of sight anymore, and none of the girls seemed to want privacy. Most of them were under the showers together, and even the lone girls looked like they to watch, or put on a show for other girls. The steam carried the strange, addictive chemistry of the parasites. Anne felt like her brain was soaking in sex. By the time she thought of how strange it was that her whole cabin was having an orgy in the shower, she was already having trouble remembering why. Her nipples were erect, and her pussy was already starting to become wetter at the sight and sound of all these sexy young things losing themselves in fucking.
Anne thought of how she always liked to have a shower after she masturbated. How one orgasm never took the edge off how horny she felt. The question of why she'd never joined her girls in the shower instead of using her fingers floated through her dizzy mind. She almost remembered that they'd never been like this before, as she shrugged her robe off. The girls all stared at Anne, and her womanly figure. They were all growing up, but none quite had her perfect curves, her bouncing D-cup tits. By the end of the night, that would change.
Ms. Jones was the last one. She'd noticed the naked girls, the strange behavior, after a cold shower the morning after the camp changed. She didn't know what it might be, but the giant tits on young girls, and the other physical changes, couldn't be natural. The phone was dead when she tried to dial out, so she locked herself in her office, keeping an eye out the window. Watching all the girls, so naked and sexualized, pass by. It was the sound of her own moan that got her attention. She couldn't focus, and wasn't sure where her bra had gone, or when she'd opened her shirt. She cupped her breasts, teasing her erect nipples. The thought of resistance was still foremost in her mind, but it felt so good to touch herself. She pressed her tits up against the window, the cold stimulating her.
Outside, she saw a long-legged, skinny girl in just panties and a camp t-shirt cornered by a nude young girl with unnaturally huge breasts. The younger girl squeezed a breast, and a spurt of white shot onto the older girl. A few more squeezes, and the skinny girl's t-shirt was soaked through. The girl didn't seem to be trying to run away anymore. Her hand moved between her legs. So did Ms. Jones hand, watching. She heard a click behind her, the sound of the door opening.
"Good," she heard the voice of Nurse Joanne. "You're already infected. This should be much easier." Ms. Jones slid two fingers inside her heated pussy, craving anything that the nurse wanted to do to her.
The whole house smelled of sex. A full two days after initial infection, Alice's mind was working once again, though her priorities had changed substantially. She flexed her legs, rising up and down on her semi-conscious neighbor's cock. The scent of parasite-altered sexual fluids was familiar to her. She remembered the white crystalline mass she'd found coating the bottom of the urn she was studying. The symbols of fertility and sex on the container made perfect sense to her now. She could even guess the moment of her glorious infection, when she'd accidentally inhaled the dust from the urn. She wondered if the concentrated stuff she'd left at the lab was stronger than her sexual fluids.
Then her phone beeped. Roger lifted his head from the neighbor woman's crotch, and looked around blearily. Alice stood, enjoying the feel of two feet of thick cock sliding out of her cunt as she did. As she went to look at her phone, trying to remember anything about her life beyond sex, Roger moved to lick her juices from the cock she'd just left. His newfound bisexuality had surprised her during the last night's orgy, but now watching just made her hot. She picked up the phone, looking at the calendar alert that had gotten her attention. She grinned at Roger. "Parents' Day at camp is tomorrow. Want to take a road trip?"