NanoVirus by cmsix

Chapter 2

We snuggled up spoon fashion and drifted off. Waking found me still right up against her lush backside, and by squinting I could just see my clock. It was nearly eight AM.

I had a full-fledged hardon wedged between her legs, just below her ass. One arm was pinned under her head and the other was over her. I used it exploring, in search of titty; giving the firm fat handful a little squeeze as soon as I found it, then rubbing my palm over the nipple.

Pushing with my hips, there was enough room to move my dick for about a two-inch stroke, so I started. I could feel the head rubbing slightly against her labia while I worried the nipple to attention. Reaching under my dick and holding it tighter to her moistening pussy lips, I carried on with the short strokes. I was being careful, trying not to wake her yet, but I guess arousal brought her around.

"Oh. Good morning, Jack."

"Good Morning."

"I need to visit the little girls room."

"Do you have to go right now?" I asked.

"Yes, but it won't take long."

She rose, giving me a look at her beautiful titties again as she lowered her head and sucked about half my cock into her mouth. Grabbing her overnight bag on the way, she went into the bathroom. I scrambled out to the hall bathroom to brush my teeth and piss and I beat her back to bed.

She joined me under the covers and we shared a long good morning kiss.

"Where were we when we left off last night?" She asked, teasing.

"You said something about an ass fucking," I said, reminding her.

We tongue fought a little more and I noticed that her mouth tasted like cinnamon this morning. Soon I left her lips, kissing and nibbling my way down to her breasts, sucking a nipple into my mouth. It was the strangest thing, but I'll swear I tasted a strawberry flavor as soon as I had my mouth on it.

Sucking and teasing with my tongue, I moved to the other titty and tasted another strawberry nipple. I kept my attention on it, but wondered what she was up to. Finally I realized she must have put some kind of flavoring on her nipples while she was in the throne room, reigning.

She was wiggling and squirming a little as I kissed down toward her navel for a lick or two. Working my way into her auburn bush and through it to her pussy, I took my first lick of it this morning and I tasted lemonade. Karen had a sense of humor, but it was actually nice and I tried to show her that I appreciated the thought, as I put her legs over my shoulders and gave my full attention to her love lips.

Her little moans and groans became more urgent, and when I sucked seriously on her clitty, licking it rapidly, and then pushed a finger into her for a few strokes - she climaxed and mashed my head between her strong lovely thighs.

I let her have a minute to get her breath back then licked down through her pussy and past it to her asshole, where I got another big surprise. I nearly laughed out loud, but held it back by the hardest; her asshole tasted like chocolate.

She was back with me now, wriggling and bucking, so I let her up. She got to her knees and handed me a large tube of something that I hadn't noticed her holding, and I guess I looked at it stupidly.

"It's lube, Jack, and it'll work better if you give my pussy a few strokes first."

Who was I to argue? Getting up behind her, I placed my cockhead to her entrance, pushing into that glorious pussy again. She began squeezing around me right away, and as I remembered the fuck from last night, I asked her if she wouldn't rather just have a good slow dog fuck and save the back door for later.

"You've already had your pussy ride, Jack; you have to punch your ticket for the ass fuck first. If we have the strength for it, before I have to go to work, I'll just lay back and let you climb on for a slow sweet housewife fuck," she said.

"What's a housewife fuck?" I asked, curious now.

"That's where I lay there and let you shove it in and poke on me until your heart's content. You just shoot your wad and collapse on me all out of breath, whether I cum or not, just like a real marriage.

"While you're laying on me all winded, I'll hug you, caress your back and tell you that I love you. I tell you I'm so proud you're my man and how good it was for me, and all that shit most housewives have to tell their husbands. You'll like it I'm sure; now lets get back to the ass fucking."

I reluctantly pulled my throbbing dick out of wonderpussy and lubed myself with the lotion from the tube. I spread some around her pucker, and when I put the tube to her asshole, intending to push some inside, she told me not to bother since she'd taken care of that while she was in the bathroom.

Dropping the tube, I guided my cockhead to her rosebud and pressed in. I could feel her relax her sphincter and I slid in with almost no effort, but I stopped with the head just inside, giving her time to adjust.

"Thanks, Jack, I'll be ready for more in just a second, but it feels much bigger in there than I expected. Not painful, but different," she said.

"What do you mean, different than you expected?" I asked.

"Just what you think I mean, you're plowing new ground, Jack. I've used dildos to make sure I could relax when I found someone I wanted to do it with, but that's the first dick that's ever been up my ass. Now puff out your chest and give me some more meat, you can brag about it after you're done."

I pressed in, to the base, and she didn't even tense up. I gave her half a dozen slow strokes and she kept encouraging me, so I bent over her back, grabbing a titty with one hand and tickling her clit with the other.

She was consciously relaxing her asshole. In fact, her pussy, when she'd been squeezing, was actually a little tighter than this, but as she got hotter, she began tightening down on my dick while I began pounding it to her.

This wasn't going to last too long, she was getting closer and so was I. When I felt she was about to flash over, I quit tickling her clit, grasped it between my thumb and a finger, and gave it a little pinch. That tripped her trigger and she gave me a big pinch of her own, with her asshole around my dick. That did the trick for me.

We collapsed, me wilting across her back with my dick still up her ass. I eased out and rolled off onto my back as soon as I could move, and in just a few seconds, I opened my eyes to see her smiling face as she kissed me.

"Thanks Jack, it was more than I'd hoped for."

"You're amazing, Karen; strawberry nippled, lemonade pussied, chocolate assed Karen. You aren't just a woman, you're a genuine experience!"

"Well you've punched your whole ticket now Jack, the housewife fuck is the bonus prize. Are you up to it?"

"I'd really like to lay here and snuggle for a while, and then take a shower later. After that I'll cook your breakfast and maybe we could just spend a little time together, before you have to go to work," I said.

"Careful, Jack, you'll have me thinking you actually want to get to know me," she said, teasing.

"Will it ruin my image if I do?" I asked.

"It won't ruin it, it'll change it a little; who knows, I might like you better that way."

"I'd still like to try the housewife fuck later," I said.

"Oh, so you think you want to see me again?"

"I know I want to see you again, I just don't know how you feel about it," I said.

"I'm pretty sure we can work something out."

We eventually showered together and I got to see again just how beautiful and well put together she was. We dressed, I in casual clothes, she in her work uniform. I noticed from her name tag that she was a doctor; I was surprised. Chauvinistically, I had assumed she was a nurse.

I cooked breakfast and after eating we sat around with coffee, talking until she had to go. I made sure I had her number before she left and I gave her all the goodbye kisses she would put up with.

After she was gone, I turned on the tube and switched to CNN, wanting to see what shape the world was in. I was flabbergasted. The sickness that had gone through the prisons had been worldwide.

It was estimated that practically all prisoners on the planet were now dead. Still, none of the guards had been affected. There were experts on every channel, discussing the details of the burials and whipping the story like a redheaded stepchild.

The real kicker was a new sickness, or another wave of the same one, that had started at midnight eastern time last night. This time, criminals on the loose were catching whatever this thing was, and dying. Information was sketchy so far but it seemed like a repeat of the previous night, with suspected perpetrators getting sick and dying within a few hours.

Gang members, dope dealers, Mafia men of all rank, petty thieves and muggers were dead. It was even rumored that tax cheats and white-collar criminals were included in this round.

By now, some autopsies had been performed on the first of the criminals that died. No real cause of death had been found yet. As usual, lack of information didn't stop constant reporting and it seemed the sickness was all any news organization was dealing with.

I really couldn't blame the news people though, because this was unprecedented and completely mysterious. From the way it spread and the way the victims were obviously targeted, it had to have been organized by someone.

Who could do this kind of thing? No one could do it; no organization on earth had that kind of power. From the reports, federal, state and local governments had their hands full just getting the bodies buried.

All military reserve and National Guard personnel had been activated to help with the logistics of so many dead bodies. That had been for the prisoners and this go-round of deaths was straining even the new system. These steps had been taken in the United States and there could be no doubt that it was worse in other nations.

After a couple of hours watching, I decided to call Karen at work. She was an emergency room doctor after all, maybe she could give me an inside hint as to what was happening. I hesitated at first.

Even though we'd been very intimate, we had only just met, and I was sure she must be swamped with work, but in the end I just couldn't stand it. She had given me her work number and if she didn't have time to come to the phone I was sure someone would tell me that. I was slightly surprised that the call was answered on the second ring and more surprised when Karen came to the phone right away.

"Hello, Karen, it's Jack."

"Hi Jack, miss me already?"

"Yes, but I called to see if you knew anything about these deaths. I figured you would be too busy to come to the phone, but I had to try," I said, explaining myself.

"Actually we are almost deserted; they caught it last night from a little after midnight until three this morning. People are still coming, but if they have the new sickness, we just shuffle them onto buses that have been brought up and later they're sent to holding areas, to be buried.

"It's easy to tell if they have the sickness, because a distinctive rash breaks out on their neck. I'm told that if any of them last over three or four hours at the holding area, they'll be sent back for treatment, but none have so far.

"There isn't a thing we can do for them. Those that were brought here last night, from the jails, before the new procedure went into effect, didn't have fever and weren't dehydrated, and really just didn't appear sick. They just felt a little bad and had the rash, and then they died. What's funny though, is our normal patient load has dropped off to almost nothing."

"I wonder what could be causing that?"

"It's as if no one else is sick. We did have a couple of car crash victims, but even those are way down. I guess everyone is at home watching the news," she said.

"I sure am, but they don't seem to know anything. They haven't even mentioned the rash," I told her.

"That's probably because the government thinks that information would cause a panic if it got out. I doubt it would though; even the ones that come in and have figured out that they are done for aren't excited or nervous. When we tell them to get on the buses, they just do it, and wait patiently. It's almost like the sickness sedates them.

"Most of the police think it is just grand so far. We have a few posted here to maintain order around the bus loading area and they look like they just want to lick their chops when they see a lowlife they know come in with the rash.

"They're more than happy to direct them to a bus; I just hope it doesn't spread to others. So far though, it seems that proximity isn't dangerous," She told me.

"It's all so strange, but I guess I've bothered you enough at work, take care of yourself, Karen."

"You too, Jack, talk to you later."

How odd, already the emergency rooms are just writing off the sick. I guess it made sense though, since if they didn't have any treatment for them, it would be pointless to admit them and have them die before their bed got warm.

I wondered where the holding areas were, and then decided I didn't want to know. I was guessing that if people weren't afraid of being exposed to the sickness, there would be panic in the streets. Since it was killing only criminals, I guessed the chances for looting would be way down, even if there were riots.

I flicked from channel to channel and the only new facts coming in were hourly announcements that the deaths had begun in a new time zone. I sat around watching TV and fixed myself some dinner after sunset.

About that time, the newsmen started wondering aloud whether a new round of deaths would start at midnight. It was all just speculation and they knew it, everything about it was pure guesswork. They were hard pressed to come up with explanations, as there were no consultants that could be paid to flap their lips and pontificate about what it all meant. There just weren't any experts for this.

No new round of deaths showed up at midnight on the east coast. By midnight on the west coast, with still nothing new, I went to bed. All I had done all day was sit and watch the tube; but that can be tiring and I was worn out.

I slept until eleven AM and when I woke, I fixed some breakfast and had coffee. After showering I dressed casually, and made more coffee before I went back to the television.

Apparently, while I'd slept, every religious nut on earth had crawled out of the woodwork. They were claiming it was a plague sent by God to rid the world of sinners. They came and went on every channel and they explained the deaths from the viewpoint of every different religion. They warned that more deaths were coming to rid the world of the unrighteous. Well I was certainly fucked if that was the case; but I wasn't too worried.

I got really tired of it after a while and decided to go out by the pool and take some sun. Later I lay around doing nothing until about eight PM.

I thought I'd go out to one of the nicest upscale bars and see if anything was stirring. I showered and dressed nicely and got in the Vette, driving downtown to Alfredo's.

It was pretty high class for a pickup bar, and that wasn't actually what the owners had intended it to be, but it was usually lively and there were almost always a few really good looking women who showed up unattended, so I decided to give it a try.

Alfredo's was as nearly empty as I'd ever seen it; there weren't five people tonight, and no women at all. I didn't even go inside, I just turned around and went back home. It looked like pickings were going to be slim for a while.

When I got home, I checked CNN again and the nuts were still all over the tube. It was time for a drink. I went heavy on the George Dickel and oh so light on the water, then I sat down to wait for eleven PM, midnight on the east coast.

At ten PM the sermons slacked off, so I turned up the volume and listened to an hour of non-religious bullshit. It was bullshit nonetheless, about whether anything else was coming up. They didn't specifically mention a new round of deaths, but it was obvious what they meant and as usual, they didn't really know shit.

By eleven-fifteen PM they knew something, and when they first announced it, I laughed. Religious leaders were getting ill and by eleven forty-five PM, some of them were already dying. In fact, the ringleaders from all over the news today were some of the first to go. I went to bed now that I felt I was surely safe, deciding I could wait until tomorrow for the details.

The next morning I was surprised that I'd slept well, in fact I felt really good. I showered and pulled on jeans and a T-shirt before going to the kitchen to make coffee, and then breakfast.

After eating, I filled my cup and went over to the tube to catch up. Sure enough, the religious leaders had gone quickly after the death line crossed them. Right now, a last ditch effort was being made to save the Pope.

John Paul II was currently in a seven-forty-seven with his most holy entourage; they were flying to New York, hoping that after the line had passed, missing them, they would be safe, but after crossing into the Eastern Time zone, he and the others, fell ill and died before the plane could even touch down. The pilots were the only living people on it after it landed.

It turned out that only the religious leaders were subject to the sickness on this round. Normal congregation members weren't affected. All the leaders died though, from the Pope to the alter boys, and from the preachers to the Sunday school teachers, and all in between. It was the same for all religions. Even the lowliest position of authority meant death.

This round didn't put such a strain on the ability to get the dead in the ground and the bulk of the first rounds had now been dealt with. The machinery was pretty much in place for taking care of mass numbers of dead bodies, and the religious leaders weren't even a real strain.

There was much wailing and bemoaning by the everyday religious person though. Strangely, not many wanted to step forward and temp fate by assuming a leadership position. The few that did died within hours.

Speculation was still the order of the day, but it wore on me and I went to bed before time for the next round to start. I was actually getting a little tired of it all by now and wanted an end to it. Well, who didn't?

It was all so strange but this couldn't be a random epidemic, it had to be organized somehow, but by whom? It didn't fit into any scenario that could be rational, and there was nothing that could explain it. This just could not be happening, but it was. I went to bed and slept, with no trouble dropping off and I slept soundly. Even that didn't make sense.

I woke, dressed, ate, coffeed and went to the TV. I could tell that the news people were off their feed about something before the volume even came up. It only took me a few minutes to understand what had them so upset.

Government Officials and Business Leaders had been the stars of the show last night. The details, facts and figures, weren't all in yet, but all federal, state and local officials were affected, as in dead; corporate officials too. Simply put, if you had a title, you were a goner.

The President of the United States was no more and the Vice President was just as dead; Senators and Representatives had been pushed away from the pork barrel and into the grave. Members of state governments, all of them, were already on their way to their just rewards.

Mid and high-level federal and state bureaucrats were also history. The line was difficult to draw, but it seemed that the lower level functionaries were still living and hopefully functioning to some extent anyway. Anyone in a power or planning position was dead, in government and business.

This was a shocker, since no matter how you felt about the bastards, we needed someone to run the country, and who was to say this was the end. Nothing signaled the end of the nightly slaughter, but nothing had signaled the beginning either.

Military leaders were still on the job, except for countries that were led by military dictators. Even though city governments were mostly gone, police officials were still hanging in there. We could get by for a while like this, but things were much more serious now, especially if death continued to be the reward for anyone who stepped forward for a leadership position.

We could get along nicely without the criminals, both the incarcerated and unincarcerated. Many millions of people were morning the passing of their religious leaders, but we could get along without them too. We were in for rough sledding with no one running the government, or businesses.

The top general had been sworn in to be president, and he'd died within the hour. Now no one could be persuaded to take the top spot, but sooner or later, someone had to take charge.

This new large quantity of dead bodies would overwhelm even the newly assembled task force of gravediggers, so a sort of conscription was organized by the military, and more people were pressed into service.

I stayed at home to keep out of sight, but I don't think it was really necessary. The new recruits were drawn from workers who were now leaderless because of the deaths of business leaders. Goods were still being distributed, but manufacturing was grinding to a halt as raw materials ran out. These raw materials were not being delivered any longer.

Thinking that food might soon become a problem, I decided to go and stock up if I could. At first it seemed simple, since the streets were mostly deserted; there was no throng to the stores.

I went to my local food chain and there wasn't even a crowd. I got a buggy intending to make a large haul, but as I shopped, the worry seemed to fade from me and I ended up just getting a few items that I knew I really needed. I checked out and went home; it was strange, but I was no longer worried. I didn't know why I wasn't worried but I wasn't.

There was no round of deaths that night and it was almost as if it were planned for the burial people to catch up. The next night, parts of the normal population started dying and no pattern could be discerned, especially since there were a lot fewer people on TV to do the discerning.

News began to get ragged, no doubt because some of the reporters and workers had passed away. Also they were probably suffering from the loss of leadership.

Some power plants were being shut down because of reduced demand and the nukes were the first to be put on standby. Oil production was being slowly phased out, since demand had dropped sharply, and coal mining was also being shut down along with steel production.

The next few days were the same, as every night a scattered portion of the population seemed to be chosen randomly. It amounted to about as many as could be collected and buried.

News coverage, and basically all television dwindled, until CNN was the only thing going. They announced that the remaining journalist had consolidated with them, and the coverage actually improved for a few days.

I woke one morning; I think it was about the fifth day after the normal people had begun dying, and thought of Karen. I hadn't called her after that first time, and I wondered if she were all right.

I called her home number and she answered at once.

"Hello."

"Karen, it's Jack," I said.

"Jack, I was just thinking of you, are you all right?"

"I'm fine so far, and you?" I asked.

"Actually, I feel great, but I'm so worried," she said.

"What about your roommates?"

"We're all fine; the hospital has closed for the time being, and we just sit and watch the news. We also watch the burial guys take bodies away, since our apartment complex has been hit pretty hard," She said.

"Why don't you all come stay with me for a while? Nothing is going on around here, and I'm feeling pretty lonesome by myself. It looks like even CNN might go off in a few days."

"That's a pretty good idea, since we've about talked each other out, and we could use some fresh meat," she said, laughing. It was the first laughter I could remember since the morning she left for work. It seemed like that had been years ago.

"I can come in my truck and carry your stuff over," I said.

"Let me ask Jana and Beverly, to make sure they're up for it."

She came back in a couple of minutes, telling me they all wanted to come, and that they would need an hour or two to pack. When we hung up I thought of Nancy.

She lived by herself, and if she were still alive, she was probably lonely also. I called her, and after finding she was fine, but worried, I told her about Karen, Jana, and Beverly coming over.

"Are you gathering your harem for the new world, Jack?" she asked, teasing me.

"I hadn't thought of it, but it's a damned good idea; would you like to join?" I asked, returning tease for tease.

"I doubt I'll get a better offer with the way the statistics are shaking out."

"Did I miss something?" I asked.

"If you did I can't believe it; haven't you paid any attention to the statistics CNN has been spouting?"

"I guess I didn't."

"Many more men are dying than women, and they say at this rate, there will be as many as six women for each man. That's assuming that the deaths will actually stop at some time."

"We can always hope they stop, how long will it take you to pack?" I asked.

"I'm mostly packed already but packed light. I figured I'd have to leave here soon if I lived; this place is almost completely deserted."

"I'll be there in about thirty minutes, and you can grab anything else you want to bring while I'm on the way. We'll have time to unload your stuff before I go to get the others," I told her.