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Astrovirology Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2020-06-12 17:01:03 +0000 UTC
Tabitha went another week of exceedingly unsatisfying experiences. She even tried to get her lecherous, sexually harassing, asshole of a boss to fuck her. Turns out his 3 inch cock couldn’t do shit for her and his tongue was only good for being an asshole. She managed to get herself off while he was rimming her but it was even less satisfying than the two impotent guys she brought home. At least she figured out it wasn’t her that was the problem.
“Rise in impotence results from COVID-19” the article read. It was front page of the Times and the Tribune. Nobody at work was avoiding the subject. Almost everyone at her warehouse had contracted it and the guys were actually talking relatively freely about it. A couple were bragging. A couple hadn’t had it yet. But almost everyone had read the article. Several companies had already announced that they were working on treatments. As Viagra had proven two decades prior, there’s big money in curing erectile dysfunction.
Two of the crew that hadn’t had COVID made passes at Tabitha. She was so desperate, she definitely considered it. She even considered taking them both up on the offer and seeing if they could give her the fucking she was craving. But she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. They just felt off to her. Like they were asshole alpha males in all the wrong ways.
And so Tabitha’s virtual celibacy continued. She repeated the same frustrating Tindr experience every night. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. She hadn’t had an orgasm with another human since the unsatisfying night with Ben. She’d gotten to be an expert with her vibrator, however. And she’d purchased a mechanical device and a very expensive dildo that provided her some amount of relief. When she gave up each night, she’d spend an hour in blissful surrender bent over on the floor of her apartment while the lifelike dildo pistoned in and out of her. She had to gag herself to keep from crying out as she imagined a nameless, faceless man behind her rather than the lifeless plastic toy.
And then, lightning struck. Jorge. The maintenance man in her building. He’d gotten sick almost two months after she’d gotten better. He’d been in the hospital for even longer than she had. It was all the tenants could talk about. Some were worried because he might have gotten them sick. After all, he’s in everyone’s apartments all the time. Some were concerned because things were starting to fall apart when a maintenance man in an older building goes missing for 5 weeks. A few, like Tabitha, were actually concerned that he might not be okay.
Apparently he was. At least based on his brand new profile that Tabitha was now staring at. More than okay, in fact. He was just fine! He actually looked a lot like Ben, the one guy who’d managed to give her an orgasm since she got out of the hospital. The difference was that this guy had some swagger to him. You’d never guess he was an apartment super. You’d think he worked on wall street. Tabitha couldn’t swipe right fast enough. The response back was almost instant.
Jorge: Are you the Tabitha upstairs?
Tabitha: Yes
Jorge: Want me to come up right now?
Tabitha: YESSS!!
Jorge: BRT
She heard rapid footsteps outside on the stairs and a knock on her door. She went to it, not caring that she was only wearing a T-Shirt. She opened it and there stood Jorge, even more attractive than his profile picture had him. She felt herself practically swoon at the look he gave her.
“Nice,” he said. He licked his lips as he looked at her. Actually licked his lips. Tabitha felt her stomach twist. She felt like prey suddenly. And she liked it.
“You too,” she said quietly.
“You okay with this, Tabitha?”
She nodded.
“What do you want?” he asked as he stepped in and closed the door. Something about him closing the door made her nervous stomach transfer its energy straight to her cunt.
“I want to get fucked,” she said with a little more force than she’d expected.
“Really? Cause I don’t want to fuck you,” he said with a coy smile.
Tabitha frowned. He didn’t want to fuck her? What the hell was wrong with her? Was this another guy who wouldn’t be able to get it up? Damnit!!!
“I NEED to fuck you,” he said.
“Oh thank God,” she said as she practically jumped on him. “I need it too Jorge. You’re right. It’s way past want. I NEED to be fucked. Hard. Fast. Rough. Intense. Fucking fuck me with your fucking fuck stick,” she babbled as she kissed him and groped at his clothes.
Jorge took her in his arms, holding her ass firmly as she jumped and wrapped her legs around him. Their need manifested very quickly as the two new lovers showered each other with passionate kisses. Their moans of lust filled the apartment, the sound eclipsed only by the thump of their bodies into various surfaces. Jorge pinned her to the wall, grinding his obviously hard cock into her hot, desperate cunt. The rough fabric of his jeans pressed against her clit, fueling her desire and driving up her arousal. She needed him. He leaned back, holding her up with just the pressure from his hips as she hooked her ankles together and squeezed. His hands moved up her side, pulling her t-shirt over her head. She mirrored his action, though with even more urgency, as she yanked the super’s shirt off and flicked it across the room with a laugh.
Jorge grabbed her roughly, one hand under her ass and one hand tangled in her head, holding her head to his. He kissed her needfully, their tongues danced together as they showered each other with increasingly frantic kisses. “God I need this,” she murmured between kisses. Jorge’s fingers twisted in her hair, yanking her head back as his lips descended on her exposed neck. His lips, teeth, tongue… all of it felt so good as he hit her erogenous zones just right. The fingers cupped her ass cheek firmly and suddenly he spun her off the wall.
“Bedroom?” he asked, only briefly braking the lip lock on her neck.
“There,” she gestured vaguely and he staggered forth. Truthfully, Jorge probably knew the layout. He was the super after all. Tabitha briefly realized he had been asking her if that’s where she wanted to go. Regardless, Jorge had taken the hint. He carried her quickly to the bedroom, kicking her door open with a thud. There was probably a dent in the wall from it. Tabitha didn’t care. Jorge threw her down onto the bed, collapsing on top of her. He trailed kisses down her body, working towards her soaking wet cunt. His lips descended to her sex and suddenly Tabitha had a flashback to Ben and her unfulfilled night. As his tongue grazed her swollen clit, she screamed out, “No!” and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him back up to her. “No time. Just fuck me,” she implored.
Jorge smiled and unclasped his belt. Tabitha bit her lip, almost scared to look at the cock he was about to reveal. If it wasn’t hard she was going to just jump out a window. The cruelty of another unfulfilling experience felt like it would break her. Jorge pulled his pants and underwear down and out popped the most glorious sight she’d ever seen. A long, thick shaft. It wasn’t the biggest cock ever. Nor the thickest. And yet it was still the most magnificent object. It was like she was in a movie and the skies parted, a celestial light shone down and angelic music began playing. It was perfect. “Oh yes,” she said.
Jorge didn’t need any further encouragement. He walked one step forward and pressed the head of his perfect cock against her moist, empty hole. He gently eased in. Almost too gently. Tabitha closed her eyes and gave herself over to the experience. The sensation. It was better than any sex she’d ever had. He plunged deep inside of her, filling her up and letting her get used to his size. She nodded up at him and whispered again, “Please. Please.”
Jorge leaned down and kissed her. A strangely tender kiss that she didn’t expect. She felt his hard cock twitch and surge within her and for a second, she thought he’d filled her with his cum already. That brief moment of disappointment was quickly replaced when he slid out and slammed back in. He was still hard. Still ready. Still full of cum for her. Their thoughts and actions completely ceased. They used each other for the next several minutes. Jorge pounded her as hard as he could. Tabitha spread her legs as wide as possible. Jorge slammed in faster. Tabitha pulled with her feet, urging him more. The two new lovers rutted hard against each other, their desperate need finally being met.
As Tabitha eagerly received the pounding she was craving, one thought resonated through her mind over and over. “I love this man. I love this man. I love this man.” She knew it was ridiculous. She knew it was too early. But she didn’t care. Her heart didn’t care. Her cunt didn’t care. “Never stop fucking me!” she screamed.
“Never, mi amor,” Jorge said as he continued to hammer into her and nuzzle at her neck. Tabitha’s heart fluttered and she felt herself clench around the perfect shaft inside of her. She squeezed it tight, hoping to give him just as much pleasure as he was giving her.
The last thought she had before she descended into orgasmic ecstasy was, “I guess I can delete Tinder.”
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A couple weeks later, Tabitha and Jorge had developed a routine. She’d moved into his apartment almost immediately. Even though it was the smallest unit in the building, it was free and it just made sense. The two of them spent nearly their entire free time fucking or recovering from fucking. Every time he got called up to an apartment to do some work, Tabitha would give him a massive, lust inflaming kiss at the door before he left. She didn’t want her man to forget what he had at home, after all.
Tabitha turned on the news one afternoon as she sat on the soft leather couch of their shared home. The woman on the news was announcing the latest infection rate numbers. Things had started to get worse in other parts of the state. Seattle had been an early epicenter and now the much predicted second wave was hitting. Fortunately, as Doctors had learned to treat the disease, death rates were way down. People were starting to learn the new normal of society. Face masks, social distancing, etc.
“More news out today. The State of Washington has seen a large spike in marriages. That’s right, amidst this pandemic, couples are finding love just isn’t something you can quarantine. Here’s Natalya with that story.”
Hrmm… marriage? Were she and Jorge ready for that? Tabitha’s mind wandered to thoughts of walking down the aisle and getting knocked up. She’d never been a big “white picket fence” type of girl, preferring the single life and focusing on her writing. But now? Maybe marriage wasn’t so crazy?
She turned her attention back to the news caster who was interviewing a man in a lab coat, “... is that unusual doctor?”
“Statistically speaking, it is odd. But perhaps not unexpected. These people have all had a bit of a brush with death and, at least anecdotally, it’s not surprising that two people would share a bond over something like that.”
“Are we seeing this spike from people with less severe cases of the disease?”
The man nodded, “We are. Though not nearly to the same degree. There’s still plenty to study though. In the cases I’ve interviewed personally, there seems to be this common thread of ‘love at first sight’ that most couples mention.”
“Interesting,” the woman said, “At a risk of injecting myself into the story, I myself had something similar. I had a relatively mild case and it made me realize that my live-in boyfriend just wasn’t right for me. I was lucky that a few weeks later I found Mr. Right and he and I are engaged to get married next week. Back to you in the studio.”
The camera flipped back to the woman in the studio who said excitedly, “Congratulations, Natalya. I hope I’m lucky enough to meet Mr. Right. My ex dumped me suddenly a few weeks ago unexpectedly and he’s already seeing someone seriously. Makes reading Facebook difficult.” The woman realized she’d perhaps said to much as her co-anchor cleared his throat.
“Anyways, now sports and weather…”
Tabitha picked up her phone and quickly texted.
Tabitha: I have a crazy thought.
Jorge: Should I ask, Mi Amor?
Tabitha: Yes you should, stud.
Jorge: What is your crazy thought, Tabby Cat?
Tabitha: Let’s get married!
She hit send then had a moment of panic. All of her experience as a girl told her she’d just committed the cardinal sin of a relationship. And yet it felt right to her.
Jorge: I was afraid to ask. Definitely. Let’s do it.
Tabitha: When?
Jorge: Tomorrow?
Tabitha: Seriously? My parents won’t be able to get here by then.
Jorge: We can get the paperwork done tomorrow and then plan a ceremony. Our actual marriage can be a little secret, Mi Amor.
Tabitha: I love it. I’ll go online and figure out what we need to do.
And so it was. Turns out you can’t just get married the next day but you can get your license and get married three days later. That’s exactly what they did. On Tuesday, they found themselves waiting at the courthouse. Jorge was wearing an ill-fitting suit. His nicest piece of clothing that he’d insisted on wearing. Tabitha tried on fifteen different outfits. She kept trying to find something classy and beautiful because that’s what her image of a wedding dress was in her mind. But she kept coming back to the thin sundress she had finally settled on. It was short and low cut. Far sexier than she’d ever imagined. Slutty even. If she was being honest. But when she saw the fire in Jorge’s eyes, she knew she’d chosen correctly.
As they stood in the lobby, Jorge wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing his hands low over her belly. She was keenly aware of how close his fingers were to her sex. So close. She knew he knew what he was doing. His rock hard cock pressed into her ass from behind and he kept applying slight pressure with his fingers, just an inch above the moist slit that he had become so intimately aware of. The teasing was almost too much to take.
Jorge must have read her mind because his hot breath whispered into her ear, “I can’t wait to fuck my wife.”
The thought sent shudders through Tabitha. Wife. My Wife. Fuck My Wife. The words sounded so perfect. Possessive even. She loved it. Then his lips flicked at her ear and he whispered, “I can’t wait to knock up MY wife.”
Tabitha practically orgasmed from the words alone. Jorge wanted exactly what she did. To make a whole bunch of little kids. She’d figured if she ever had kids, it’d be one… maybe two and definitely not until at least 35. Now she was hoping to have 5. 6? 7? Who knows how many. Hopefully Jorge would keep her pregnant for years.
The wedding, such as it was, went off without a hitch. Basically they got their marriage certificate notarized and it was done. The two young lovers couldn’t even wait to get home though. They bustled into the nearest bathroom in the courthouse and Tabitha yanked the belt from her new husband’s pants and practically ripped the zipper off as she pulled it down. As the pants were falling to the ground, Jorge grabbed his new wife’s hips and spun her around, pushing her forward roughly and flipping her skirt up. She leaned against the wall, her hands pressed into the cool tile as she felt her husband’s cock head press against the slick, empty lips of her desperate cunt. She grunted as he slammed into her and said, “You’re mine now, Mi Amor.”
“Yessss,” she said. Suddenly there was a bang at the door and she stiffened up, scared. Another couple came in, giggling and laughing, being even less stealthy than her and Jorge.
“God, John. I need that cock. I need my husband’s big fuck stick.”
“My God I married a fucking slut.”
“Your slut, John. Only a slut for my beautiful husband.”
“You’re soaking wet. You want this cock, bitch?”
“Yessss… Please… give it to me. Use me. Fuck me. I don’t care. I just need that cock. I’ll do anything for it, John. Anything at all, my husband.”
Tabitha had never heard such dirty talk. The fact that it was happening in the stall next door while her new husband slowly pistoned in and out of her made it insanely sexy.
“Fuck you’re tight for such a cheap slut.”
“It only feels tight because that cock is so fucking huge.”
Tabitha turned around and winked at Jorge who renewed his thrusts. His hips slapped against hers, making a louder noise than they realized.
“You hear that John? Someone else is getting fucked in here. Do you think he’s fucking her as well as you are?”
“Shut up, slut,” the husband said aggressively as he slammed into his new wife and made her scream.
“Don’t be intimidated lover. Even if he’s better than you, I only want you.”
“Fucking slutty whore,” the man said and Tabitha could hear the pounding increase in speed and intensity.
“She’s not even making a noise though, John. I couldn’t keep quiet even if I wanted to. So you’re probably better.”
Tabitha couldn’t let such a challenge stand. She let out a soft moan and was rewarded with a surging of Jorge’s cock within her.
“Ohh… I spoke too soon. Maybe I do have some competition… oh fuck me yes… from that other slut.”
Tabitha had never thought of herself as a slut. Even when she was hooking up on Tinder every night trying desperately to get laid, she hadn’t been a “slut”. Somehow the word felt wrong to her. But this woman talked about being a slut for her husband and somehow that felt right to Tabitha. Not just right. Perfect. She moaned again and whispered, “Yes, baby. Fuck me.”
Jorge growled behind her and ran his fingers through her hair. He tightened his fist and pulled her neck back gently, “You want that?” he whispered.
“Yes please,” she said.
“You want to be fucked like a slut?”
Tabitha couldn’t bring herself to say the words. She didn’t have to though as her bathroom competition answered for her, “Yes she does. She doesn’t just want it. She needs it. Us sluts know what we need even if we’re afraid to admit it.”
“Is she right… slut?” Jorge said. The word sounded odd in his mouth but it struck Tabitha and made her cunt clench on his shaft. “Ohh… you do like that don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“What do you like?”
“Being your slut,” she said.
With that, the two couples resumed fucking in earnest. Tabitha was vaguely aware of the sounds emanating from the other side of the thin wall. She didn’t care though. The blissful feelings of being pounded by Jorge’s perfect cock eclipsed everything. “Give it to me. Give me that seed. Knock up your slut wife,” she said. “Claim me.”
Those last words did it for Jorge who groaned loudly and filled her up. They heard the couple next to them rapidly increase their own pace and finish right behind them, the woman having a screaming orgasm that surely would be heard outside.
When they came out of their stall, Jorge and Tabitha both blushed as the other door opened. The other couple wasn’t at all what Tabitha had pictured. Given the way they talked and fucked, she’d expected two perfect looking people. She pictured a 6’3 man with strong arms and a scruffy, rugged look. Someone like Jorge. Instead it was a 5’6 kid, not older than his early 20s and couldn’t have weighed more than 100. He had his hand around the very ample waist of his new wife. She was two inches taller and probably a hundred and fifty pounds heavier. She was pear shaped with smaller breasts and much wider hips and must have been in her mid thirties at least. She gave Tabitha and Jorge a knowing look as she primped daintily in front of the mirror, fixing her hair and makeup. As they left, she heard the young man whisper, “Did you see her? That pale skin and big tits?”
Their voices trailed off, “Yeah, and what about her husband? So tall and over muscled. Yuck.”
Jorge and Tabitha exchanged looks and busted out laughing. The whole experience was surreal. Tabitha felt the wetness of her new husband’s cum dribbling down her legs. She didn’t bother to clean it up, instead challenging herself to use her muscles to keep as much inside her as possible. They walked out, enduring a knowing look from the receptionist down the hallway before another freshly married couple dashed into the bathroom.
“Love is in the air, mi amor,” Jorge said to her as he gave her ass a little smack.
Tabitha yelped a little and giggled as she felt a little bit of his precious cum dribble out of her and trickle down her inner thigh. Married life was off to a really great start.
