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Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 12 {S Gray} (MF mc preg)
Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 14:10:02 -0400
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Chapter Twelve:  Sex in the City

 "Thank you for watching Evening News.  I'm Andrew Miller.  Among the top
stories tonight, a strange sort of chaos has erupted in the Big City.
Viewers are warned that the following material contains news and information
of a highly adult nature.  We go live now to our anchor in New York, Rachel
Jones.  Rachel?"

 "Thank you, Andrew.  Citizens in New York City are alarmed tonight, due to
what can only be explained as a riot of sexual depravity.  It all started
less than an hour ago, in Times Square.  Eyewitnesses report that many
people in the crowd - both men and women - unexplainably began to rip off
their clothes.  Then, grabbing the nearest member of the opposite sex, they
proceeded to engage in sexual intercourse.  What followed was sheer
pandemonium as hundreds of people found themselves taking part in a sudden,
massive orgy.  With me here is an eyewitness, Angela Ryder, age 38.  Angela,
could you try to describe what happened here?"

 "I don't know what came over me," said Angela, shaking her head.  "I
remember there was a strange smell in the air, like flowers, only I couldn't
tell where it was coming from.  I started to feel a little dizzy, and then
this black guy just grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.  I tried to
get away from him, but he just held me there and began to...well, he started
touching me, all over my body, and it just felt so good!  I knew it wasn't
right, but I just couldn't help myself.  Besides, it seemed like everyone
else was doing it.  And I mean everybody!  Wherever I looked, people were
going at it...on the sidewalks, on the street, on top of cars...it was
amazing.  You should have been there..."

 "Weren't you worried about the risk of impregnation?"

 "I was, at first.  I struggled against him, and kept yelling at him to
stop.  But he didn't listen; he just kept...touching me.  And the more he
did it, the less I struggled.  Finally it got to the point where I didn't
care anymore...I just wanted him to...well, you know.  And boy, did he
ever."

 "So you might have a baby growing inside you right now?"

 Angela nodded.  "Probably.  This is a dangerous time of the month for me,
and he unloaded quite a bit."

 "Doesn't that make you angry?"

 She smiled and shook her head.  "You don't understand.  It was like my body
was itching all over, and there was only one thing that would satisfy the
itch.  I'm pretty sure that if he hadn't come along, I would have jumped on
someone else before long.  But he gave me exactly what I wanted, and I would
gladly do it again.  As a matter of fact, that's him, right over there."
She called out to a young, dark-skinned man at the edge of the nearby crowd.
He was completely naked, and his swarthy penis dangled between his legs as
he walked toward her.  When he arrived, the two of them shared a passionate
kiss.

 "Why did you put your clothes back on?" he asked.  "You know you're just
gonna have to take them off again."

 Angela giggled.  "I had to...I'm on national TV."  She gestured toward
Rachel Jones and the camera man.  "They want to know what happened here."

 "Well then, let's show them."  He walked over to the bewildered newswoman,
who was trying her best not to gawk at his semi-erect shaft.  She noticed a
strange, rose-like smell...probably some sort of cologne he was wearing.

 Rachel cleared her throat and tried to collect her thoughts.  She hadn't
received word from the station, so she had to assume that they were
continuing with the live broadcast.  "Good evening, sir.  What's your name?"

 "Jamal.  What's yours?"

 "R-Rachel."  She was taken off-guard by the question; usually she was the
one doing the asking.  She found herself becoming quite flustered, having a
naked, potential rapist standing so close to her.  But this was an important
story, and she had no choice but to continue.  "Jamal, what happened here
tonight?"

 "Sex," he said, grinning.  "Lots and lots of sex.  Do you like sex,
Rachel?"

 Rachel swallowed.  "Um...well, perhaps, under the proper circumstances.
But what made you decide to do it right here, in the middle of Times
Square?"

 Jamal shrugged.  "I got hard all of a sudden.  And when I get hard, like
I'm getting right now..."  She followed his gaze downward, and saw that his
penis was indeed starting to enlarge.  "...well, I just start looking for a
woman to screw."

 Rachel reluctantly pried her eyes away from his cock.  "And it doesn't
matter whether or not she wants to have sex?  Isn't that considered rape?"

 "Oh, but she wanted it.  Maybe not at first, but as soon as I started
feeling her up, she just started to melt."  He looked over at Angela and
smiled.  "In no time at all, she was begging for it.  And I can't bear to
hear a woman beg; I just have to give her what she wants."

 "But why did this happen to everyone all at once?  Doesn't that seem
strange to you?"

 "Sure it did.  But no one was complaining much.  It was kinda like mating
season just opened.  Men and women started looking at each other, and they
liked what they saw."  He rubbed two fingers over his swollen cock.  "Do you
like what you see, Rachel?"

 Her eyes instinctively fastened on his obscenely large organ, and this time
she was unable to pull her gaze away from it.  She just stood there in rapt
fascination, her eyes drinking him in.  The coarse tangle of pubic hair, the
fleshy sack containing his testicles - and of course, the main weapon
itself:  a long pole of rigid meat, tipped by a bulbous helmet with a tiny
slit at the bottom.  That's where his seed would spurt out, if she were to
let him inside her.

 "You do like it, don't you?  You can't take your eyes off it."  He stepped
closer to her, wagging his dick back and forth.  She followed its movement
as if she were staring at a hypnotizing pendulum.  Her heart was racing, and
she was breathing faster than normal.  The aroma of roses was much stronger
now; it was definitely coming from him, and she found the smell
intoxicating.  She slowly retreated, but he just kept advancing.  She backed
up until she felt her ass bump against a car.

 She knew she was in danger; this must be what had happened to Angela, and
the hundreds of other women who had been fucked in the last hour.  "Phil,
help me!" she cried.  But when she looked over to her right, she saw that
Phil was busy.  Angela had just taken her shirt off, and Phil's eyes were
locked on her breasts.  She grabbed the back of his head and pressed his
face to her chest, smiling as she felt him begin to suck on her taut
nipples.  Satisfied that the young man was now hers, Angela looked over at
Jamal and smiled.  "What are you waiting for?" she said.  "Get that woman
out of her clothes, and fuck her silly!"

 Jamal looked back at Rachel; she met his gaze and saw naked hunger in his
eyes.  Without warning, he began to rip her blouse, savagely tearing the
fabric off of her until her breasts were exposed.  Then, pinning her arms to
the car behind her, he leaned down and began to lick her tits.  As she felt
his tongue begin to work on her, she knew she had to make a decision:
struggle or surrender.  She could try to fight her way free and maybe run
away.  Or she could just stand here and allow him to suckle her, making her
so horny that she wouldn't be able to resist him when he pulled her panties
off.  But part of her wondered, would that be so bad?  To feel that hard
black cock shoving its way in and out of her pussy...  She began to imagine
what it would feel like, and the more she thought about it, the more she
liked the idea.  Her cunt was getting hungry, and she wanted him to feed
her.

 So she didn't struggle.  She just lay there, pinned to the automobile as he
diligently slurped away at her stiff nipples.  She glanced over to see
Angela pushing Phil to the ground.  She quickly unfastened his jeans and
pulled down his boxers, allowing his rock-hard cock to spring up in the air.
Phil stammered a feeble protest as Angela positioned her cunt over his
upright dick.  But when she slid herself down upon him, his resistance
faded.  Angela moaned as his cock went up inside her vagina, and she began
to swirl her hips, grinding her pussy against his crotch.  Phil was lost; he
began to stroke her thighs and the sides of her belly as Angela had her way
with him.  Soon she was vigorously bouncing up and down on his cock, her
breasts jiggling freely until Phil reached up to caress them.

 "See what they're doing?" Jamal whispered in Rachel's ear.  "That's what
we're about to do."  He smothered her lips with his own, and she tried to
keep her mouth closed.  But he was so insistent, and she soon found that she
couldn't help kissing him back.  She felt his tongue slide into her mouth,
and the two of them kissed for quite some time, to the sound of moaning and
gasping from the nearby mating couple.

 Rachel didn't resist when Jamal finally slid her skirt down her legs.  She
didn't resist when he tore away her panties.  And she certainly didn't
resist when she felt the head of his engorged cock pressing against her cunt
entrance.  Instead, she helpfully guided him inside her, and then grabbed
his ass as he began to pump his dick in and out of her.  He stifled her
moans with his mouth, kissing her as his cock did its job.  Her hands
wandered all over his smooth, muscular back, feeling his whole body shake
with every thrust.

 His kiss ended as he began to concentrate on fucking her.  His cock banged
in and out of her pussy with increasing ferocity, and she writhed in
pleasure, grinding her crotch against his, meeting each of his thrusts with
a little shove of her own.  A shriek of ecstasy came from nearby, as Angela
rode herself into orgasm on top of Phil's penis.  Phil wasn't done, though;
in a few seconds, he was on top of her, his wet cock sawing in and out of
her cum-coated pussy.  Rachel could feel her own orgasm building up inside
her; Jamal's cock was slowly driving her to the edge, and it wouldn't be
long before she fell off.  He grunted like an animal with every brutal
thrust, his cock creating a delicious friction of flesh inside her cunt.  He
made her feel like an animal, too - a savage female driven wild by the
primal mating rhythm of his sliding cock.  She desperately ripped away the
tattered remains of her blouse, eagerly revealing her smooth belly to him.
Jamal stared appreciately at her flat tummy as he rammed his dick in and out
of her.

 "You're going...*ungh*...to put a baby...*ungh*...in my
belly...*ungh*...aren't you?"

 Jamal grinned and nodded his head.  That was all it took; Rachel began to
convulse as the orgasmic tremor rippled through her entire body.  She let
out a long, gutteral moan as she felt it course through her, like
electricity.  Creamy cum spurted out of her pussy, and Jamal quickly bent
down to drink from her cunt.  She smiled contentedly as his tongue swirled
all over her pussy lips, lapping her juices and licking her clean.  She
tried to remember why she had ever considered resisting him; she knew that
she would never again refuse a cock - whether it was Jamal's, or anyone
else's.  She had no intention of going back to work for the station; all she
would do from now on would be to fuck as many men as she could.

 But that would come later.  Right now, Jamal's dick was back inside her,
plunging easily in and out of her slippery wet cunt.  He was going to make
her pregnant, and she was going to let him.  She closed her eyes and waited
to feel the first spurt of warm semen.  She felt tongues at each of her
breasts, and saw that Phil and Angela had decided to help out.  She smiled
at them and pressed their heads closer as they began to stroke her belly and
suckle her tits.  Jamal was fucking her like a madman now; his cock pounded
in and out of her cunt like a jackhammer.  She knew he wouldn't be able to
stand it for much longer; she spread her legs for him and waited for his
seed.

 Sure enough, she felt his cock began to get even bigger; he was on the
verge of climax.  "Here it comes, baby."  He clenched his teeth and slid his
pole deep inside her.  She could feel the semen shooting into her womb,
spurt after spurt after spurt.  How could one man have so much sperm?  She
knew that her poor little egg would never be able to fend them all off;
sooner or later one of those little tadpoles would work its way inside.  And
even if she wasn't pregnant, she knew that she would be fucking someone else
very soon.

 A few minutes later, the four of them got up and began to walk through the
streets, looking for more people to fuck.  Rachel noticed that her own body
now exuded the cloying, rose-like perfume that she had first detected on
Jamal's skin.  Somehow she knew it was the odor that had helped to Jamal to
seduce her, and that whomever she came into contact with would likewise be
helpless to resist her.  The city had become infected with a contagious
plague of lust, and she was now a carrier.  An hour ago, she might have been
horrified at such a thought.  But the parts of her mind that usually
provided moral advice had been shut down, and all she wanted to do now was
to spread her lust to someone new.  A shudder of joyous anticipation went
through her naked young body when she realized that she could have any man
she wanted to.

 Up ahead, she saw a pair of young men getting out of a taxi.  College
students, from the look of them.  Rachel smiled  as she walked toward them,
licking her lips.


to be continued...

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