by S. Wolf
“I think I saw that one,” Markus said.
“That’s my policy,” Jimmy continued, now on a roll, “I allow them to pick the movie on the first date. And they damn well better give up the pussy to show their gratitude for me suffering through that shit. If not, there won’t be a second date.”
“Of course,” Markus interjected.
“And if there is a second date, I’ll be picking the movie. Something with guns or cars, and real men with sweaty chests and biceps, none of that fag stuff.”
Markus and Ryan grinned.
“After the movie she wanted to go eat somewhere, and I’m like ‘what the fuck?’, didn’t I just drop fifteen bucks at the movies for a big tub of popcorn and jumbo drinks? Hello? They’re refillable? I told her my food budget was shot for the night and she should have filled up at the theater.”
“Women,” Markus said, shaking his head.
“Is Haley getting a second date?” Ryan asked.
Jimmy grinned. “You better believe it. She seemed pissed off about the food, but she brightened up when I asked her if she wanted to go make out.”
“That’s the old Jimmy charm,” Ryan said.
“She said she would love to, because she had an itch that hadn’t been scratched in a while. So I asked her if that meant she had some kind of STD or something, but she laughed and said no, she had an itch only my cock could scratch. So I made a mental note to make sure to wear a condom.”
Markus and Ryan could barely keep from laughing.
“Anyway, we parked behind the Sun Mart – my favorite spot for making out, and we didn’t waste any time getting started.”
“You know how to treat the ladies,” Markus said.
“I own it all to my older brother. He told me once that women like guys who take control, and don’t tease them with preliminaries. So once I got her in the backseat, I had her out of her shorts and panties, put my condom on, and started fucking her.”
“Smooth.”
“Yeah, she asked me to slow down a bit, but when it comes to sex, girls usually say the opposite of what they really want.”
“Another tip from your brother?” Ryan asked.
“Yeah, how did you know?”
“Lucky guess. Please continue.”
“Anyway, allow me you to let you two in on a little secret.”
The two boys leaned in.
Jimmy gave a sideways glance in both directions and said, “Josh must have a little dick, because she was wincing as I was putting it into her, and asked me to stop for a moment.”
“I’ve always thought that about Josh,” Ryan said, trying hard to keep a straight face.
“Yeah, I mean right?” Jimmy said, nodding to both of them, “Anyway, she must have been confused from the pleasure, because a minute later she told me it was ok to put it the rest of the way in, but I was already balls deep.”
Markus coughed, trying to hide his laughter.
“So I start fucking her hard, you know, and she starts yelping with each thrust, and after a minute or two she starts to get wet, and she smiles up at me and says, ‘Yeah baby, now it feels good.’”
“That’s what I’m talking about,” Ryan said, “Then what?”
“Well, just hearing her say that sent me over the edge, and I shot off inside of her.”
Markus coughed again.
“I think she came too, but with girls it’s hard to tell.”
Ryan’s coughing joined his friend’s.
“You two ok?” Jimmy asked.
“Yeah, we’re fine,” Markus said, “Go on.”
“Well, I must have really satisfied her, because right away she was ready for more. She leaned over and pulled the condom off and began sucking me, trying to get me hard again.”
“Sweet!”
“Yeah, but once is usually enough for me, and tires me out. So I kinda dozed off while she was down there.”
The two boys looked at him with unbelieving eyes.
“A few minutes later I woke up, and she was sitting against her door with her arms folded across her chest, looking pissy. So I told her the good news: I was going to ask her out on a second date.”
The two boys had to struggle hard not to laugh again.
“I’m thinking for our next date we’re going to go somewhere Josh is and rub it in his face. I can’t wait for him to see me with her.”
“I bet he never fucked her like that,” Markus said.
“You got that right,” Jimmy replied.
Coach Hackett poked his head out the door and yelled, “The season highlight DVD is starting. Anyone want to watch it?”
“Sounds good to me,” Ryan said.
“Me too,” Markus added and they both got out of the whirlpool. Jimmy thought he heard them laughing as they went inside.
All the other players went inside too, leaving Jimmy alone outside. Fuck them, he thought, he didn’t need to see no highlight video to know how good he was. He wondered if they would realize he was missing and come out and get him, but he was still waiting fifteen minutes later.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sound, and he looked up to see a strange sight. There was a naked girl climbing the chain link fence surrounding the pool. He watched her curiously, wondering if he had fallen asleep and this was a dream. She reached the top and swung her leg over, her bare pussy just missing the sharp exposed points at the top of the fence.
She began her descent, and his cock twitched at the sight of her ass climbing down the galvanized grid. Reaching the bottom, she turned and looked around. She saw him watching her, and walked towards him with a smile.
He finally recognized the girl. It was that weird chick from his English class. Carla, or something like that. He looked around to see if anyone saw her come in. Normally, he wouldn’t be caught dead with a skank like this, but tonight, he might make an exception. And her little bald pooney was kind of cute.
She walked to the edge of the whirlpool and looked down at him.
“Fuck me,” she said with a grin.
He smiled back. “I think I could do that. But on one condition.”
She grinned at him.
“My condition is you can’t tell anyone about this. If you do, I’ll deny it. I have a reputation to uphold.”
“Fuck me,” she repeated.
“Then come on in,” he said, waving her on.
She walked down the steps into the water, and his cock rose as he took in the details of her body. Not too bad, he thought. He pushed off his swimsuit and she climbed right onto his lap, locking her mouth on his as she settled down on him, taking his cock into her infected cunt.
She bounced on him, splashing the bubbling water as his cock skewered her. Leaving her mouth, his lips latched onto one of her nipples, lapping the tight rubbery knob of flesh that now tasted slightly of chlorine. His hands grabbed her ass, squeezing it firmly. Spreading her cheeks, he used the tip of his middle finger to tease the knot of her asshole.
“Fuck me,” she said again, and he took that as encouragement, pressing his finger into that tight opening, feeling it clasping around him.
He could feel a buzz of energy flowing through him, and he realized he was hornier than he had been in a while. His cock was rock hard, and he could feel his pending orgasm churning in his balls. He couldn’t remember why he had been reluctant to fuck this girl, and wondered why he had never tried to before. She was a fine slice of pie, and a much better fucker than Haley had been.
She continued to bounce, her tight cunt clasping at him like a landed fish sucking for air. He lost any concerns about being discovered with her, and actually hoped someone would come out and catch them. Then they would see how fucking was really done. All he could think about was the feeling of her tight flesh squeezing him, and he wanted that to continue forever.
His orgasm blasted through him, his balls twitching as they fired salvos of cum up into her. But there was no sleepiness after this ejaculation. He was wide awake and his cock stayed hard, and t
he last bit of sanity left him as he grinned up at her.
In the next twenty minutes he came four more times, their combined juices seeping from their bodies and dissolving in the churning chlorinated water. As he was building towards his fifth, he looked over her shoulder and saw someone else standing on the other side of the fence. It was a nude guy wearing nothing but a hardon and a smile. He looked familiar, and the name ‘Ronny’ appeared in his brain before floating away.
Carly sensed he was looking at something, and she turned to see what it was. She grinned as she saw the boy, and pulled off Jimmy. She walked out of the whirlpool, and Jimmy rose to follow. They strode to the fence and began climbing, side by side, both bodies dripping wet.
At the top, Jimmy swung his leg over, but unlike Carly, his balls hung down and they caught on the small spikes at the top of the fence. He didn’t notice and as he pulled them free, a spike pierced his nutsack and caused it to bleed. He continued down the other side, not feeling the pain.
Carly stepped away from the fence, walked into the woods, and the boys followed behind.
Several minutes later, Coach Hackett stood at the door to the party room that overlooked the pool. As he stretched his sleepy muscles, he wished the night would hurry up. He and his wife were trying to conceive and tonight was her most fertile night of the month. She was upset that he couldn’t back out of this commitment, but he promised her when the party was over at dawn, he would come straight home and give her the fuck of her life. She giggled when he told her that when he walked through the door, he expected her to be naked and on the bed with her feet in the air, because he was going to run and jump on her, impaling her with his cock as he landed.
Checking his watch, he saw it was three a.m. – still two hours to go. What could he do to keep these students entertained? They had just spent the last hour sitting in front of the television, and they were all tired of the waterslides. Something in the middle perhaps?
He spotted the empty whirlpool. Perfect. Looking at it, he estimated it was probably built to hold twelve people, and there were fifteen of them here, including him. But he thought they could fit. Maybe if he made it a challenge?
“Hey guys,” he said, turning to his team, “how do you feel about breaking the Falls City record for people in a whirlpool?”
“What do you mean Coach?” one of the boys asked.
“I mean, there’s fifteen of us, and an empty whirlpool. What do you say we all try to fit into it?”
They must have liked this suggestion, because they filed out the door.
Five minutes later, they were all in the water, laughing and elbowing each other for space along the wall. Two of the smaller ones – a wide receiver and the kicker – were pushed to the middle and had to hang out there.
After they all settled in, one of them asked, “What now Coach?”
“Just relax,” Hackett said, “close your eyes and enjoy the water for a few minutes.”
He took his own advice and rested his head against the wall, closing his eyes and letting his mind drift away. He thought about Millie, his wife, as the infected water surged around him, seeping into his pores and entering his bloodstream.
He dozed off for a few minutes, and awoke with vivid images in his mind. Pictures of Millie and other women he had known intimately. More images came, these ones conjuring up what he was going to do to his wife when he got home. His cock hardened in his swimsuit, tenting out the front.
More drifting, and when he awoke this time, several of the players’ swimsuits floated on top of the water, set free by their owners. He smiled at this, and thought it was a very good idea. His own trunks joined them, and his hard cock enjoyed the bubbly jets buffeting it.
Several of the players had moved upward, pressing their backs against the wall and allowing their erections to poke above the surface like miniature periscopes. Their hands stroked themselves idly as they relaxed and let the visions overtake them.
The Coach stared at the linebacker beside him, watching his cock bobble at the surface, its rounded head shiny from the water. His mind gone, Hackett bent over towards it and opened his mouth.
Chapter 22
Chief Moore sat on the hood of the squad car with Officer Randall, as they both watched the lights of the incoming plane grow brighter in the early dawn glow. It was a short trip from Offutt Air Force Base, eighty miles to the north. The call from the Governor had informed him a few Army brass and a unit were on their way with vehicles, and judging by the lights, the plane looked like one of the big ones – probably a Hercules C-130. He wondered if the airstrip here at Brenner Field, located less than a mile out of town, was too short for that big of a plane to land. But he figured they knew what they were doing.
It had been a long night. The calls kept coming with report after report of the sickness spreading. His men were working hard but couldn’t keep up. Early on, he decided not to bring any more down to the jail. It didn’t seem like a good idea to lock them up together, and he didn’t have enough holding cells to keep them separate.
Next he tried taking them to the hospital. But soon there were too many and it got out of control, with the sick taking over the place, resulting in a small riot. He finally resorted to commandeering the Vision Inn and using their rooms to hold the sick. He also gave orders to his men to attempt to contain the sick wherever they found them, if possible. If they were in a room, nail the door closed. If they were outside, try to draw them into a fenced area.
He didn’t like the thought of needing the Army, but his men were about to crack under the strain.
As if reading his mind, Randall said, “You sure this is a good idea Chief?”
“I don’t think we have any other options,” Moore replied. “This is too big for us to handle. It’s already out of control.”
“I just don’t like the idea of the Army coming in and taking over. Isn’t that against the Constitution or something?”
“Posse Comitatus?”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“The Governor didn’t seem to be bothered by it. As a matter of fact, he didn’t seem to be surprised when I told him what was going on.”
“What do you think that means? He didn’t believe you?”
“I have no idea. But he told me the brass coming in are only here to assess the situation. They’re not to do anything until the Governor gets all the details and gives them the go-ahead.”
“Why doesn’t that give me the warm and fuzzies?”
Moore looked at his deputy and friend. John Randall had always been sharp, and when Moore was promoted to Chief, he had wondered if Randall was the better man for the job. But Randall had never complained about it, and Moore quickly made him his Deputy. And now Randall’s fears confirmed his – something was wrong about this. Very wrong.
The planed turned in a smooth arc over the airport, aligning itself for landing. Moore had been right – it was a Hercules, and painted camouflage green. Seeing a plane that size made him wonder how something so huge could stay in the air. But gracefully turned as it dropped towards the runway.
Its stubby wheels belched out clouds of bluish-white smoke as it touched down, and surprisingly rolled to a complete stop three-quarters of the way down the runway, not using the full distance available for landing.
“I’ll be damned,” Moore muttered, “they’re good.”
After a minute the back of the plane opened as a large ramp dropped to the tarmac. Seconds later a similarly painted Humvee drove down the ramp and turned towards the terminal, where Moore and Randall waited.
The two policemen stood and watched the Humvee pull up next to them. The back doors opened and two men got out, one larger than the other.
The bigger man walked up to him and stuck out his hand. “Chief Moore?”
“Yes sir,” he replied, taking the offered hand firmly in his. The man was his size and looked to be in excellent shape despite his older age, which Moore guessed to be around fifty.
“I’m G
eneral Trax, and this is Lieutenant Strang, who is in charge of our medical unit. I understand you have some type of health emergency here, possibly contagious in nature?”
“That’s correct. This is my Deputy, Deputy Randall.”
Trax and Strang nodded in Randall’s direction without offering their hands.
“What type of sickness is it?” Trax asked, turning back to Moore.
“Makes people lose all their inhibitions and want to have sex all the time.”
Trax looked at him without speaking. Moore waited for a reaction but none came. Finally Trax said, “Chief Moore, could you please accompany us for our drive into town? I have more questions for you.”
“No problem,” Moore replied, and glanced at Randall, who was keeping a stone face despite being snubbed.
“I’ll take the squad car back,” Randall said, keeping his voice level.
“Thank you Deputy Randall,” Moore said, then climbed into the Humvee with the two army officers, sitting between them in the back seat.
Trax didn’t waste any time. “How is it spread?”
“As far as we can tell, it seems to spread through bodily fluids.”
Trax nodded and glanced at Strang.
Strang took his cue and spoke. “How many would you estimate have contracted it?”
To Moore, Strang reminded him of a pig, with his short turned up nose and beady eyes. While Trax’s bearing and size commanded respect, Moore took a disliking to this man immediately.
He considered Strang’s question. “I would guess about five or six hundred that we know of. There’s probably more that we don’t, and I’m sure the number is increasing all the time.”
“I want to do this quickly Chief,” Trax said, “If this is spreading as fast as you say, we don’t have any time to waste. I need my men in here as soon as possible.”
Moore shot him a curious look. “I thought you were here just to assess the situation, and the Governor was going to make that decision?”
Trax’s smile was friendly. “Of course Chief. I just want to be ready in case we’re needed. Can you show me some of the afflicted?”