Humbol is a typical small town in the south west. Everyone knows everyone else and nothing of importance ever happens there. Until Jarod Michaels recovered the meteorite. An alien bacteria infected Jarod and started an epidemic of sensuous proportions. For the bacteria wanted to spread and found the best way to do that was to make its victims have sex, as often and with as many different people as it could. He infection from space had the potential to change the very nature of human sexuality, and there seemed to be nothing that could stop it.
EXTRACT
Jarod was feeling excitement, a different type of excitement. He was
beginning to suspect that he had an alien life form of some sort. The
problem was, these ‘cells’ did not act like they were alive. It
could, of course, be that they were dead cells, killed by the harsh
environment of space. But, they looked like they should be alive. It
was while he was contemplating this problem, that he noticed it.
There was something on the far edge of one of the slides. Carefully
moving the slide over, he saw some kind of… spore? It had all the
qualities you would expect from a spore. Not only that, there were
two distinct types. Two spores. He looked around. The lab was
sealed, the windows closed. The AC was off. These spores had to come
from his samples, as he had used fresh slides, straight from the box.
Knowing that spores normally remain inert until a worthwhile
environment presents itself, he added a drop of water to the spores.
He watched in fascination as the two different spores combined with
one another and became something new. It was a single celled
organism, clearly an animal organism. In a matter of 15 minutes, he
had a colony of bacteria, or some such thing, on his slide.
Fortunately, the microscope he had chosen had an integral digital
camera. He snapped some photos, downloaded them to his laptop and
then destroyed the slide and sample.
Then, to test his theory, he put samples of both growths on another
slide, put it under the lens and poked them with a scalpel. He saw
little poofs and more spores clouded his vision briefly, before
settling on the slide in and amongst the growths.
“My God,” he thought to himself. “Bacterial spores.” He vaguely
remembered hearing of it, but never of any bacteria that needed two
separate spores to reconstitute itself. “This is definitely alien, or
at least a totally new lifeform.”
When he pulled the slide out, he noticed that there were spores on
the surface of the light for the microscope. He sat back, a worried
look on his face. “That’s pretty far. I wonder how far they spread
their spores?” In his mind’s eye, he saw himself scraping the growths
in his house. “Did I inhale any?” he wondered.
Jarod noticed the clock. 8:30. He had promised to pick up Marie in
half an hour. He cleaned up, wiping down all the surfaces with
disinfectant. As he did, he noticed just how aroused he was. His
cock was rock hard, leaking small amounts of fluid. He was glad that
his DVR was set to record his programs.
Marie had a much rougher evening. Her discomfort at experiencing
desire for guys other than Jarod made her more aware of it as it
happened (Jarod had blithely ignored those feelings). Her choice of
clothes did not help any. Her bra and blouse were both sheer, partly
to combat the heat of the day, and partly to show herself to Jarod.
The result was that her erect nipples were visible to everyone all
day. While her moist pussy wasn’t, she imagined that the aroma of her
sex was.
Truth be told, many did notice, but had attributed it to her recent
dalliance with Jarod (Yes, everyone knew she spent the night at his
place, making all the usual assumptions—small towns). By the end of
the shift, she had realized that her horniness and need increased in
an inverse proportion to the distance she was from a man. A couple of
times toward the end of her shift, she had to exert tremendous self
control to keep her hands to herself when passing a man in the store.
By the time she got home, she was a wreck. Her body felt like Jarod
had been caressing it for hours. Her skin was flushed, her pussy wet
and her nipples painfully erect. The small of her back tingled,
wanting someone to caress it. She made it as far as her recliner.
Plopping down in a very unlady like way, she lifted her skirt to her
waist and ran her fingers across her pussy lips, just barely
touching.
A groan escaped her mouth as tingles of pleasure radiated from her
pussy. She did it again, sending another wave on the heels of the
first. It was like little bolts of electricity zapping out and
jerking her body. Her juices were leaking onto the seat of the chair
and coating her hand. Unable to resist, she inserted a couple of
fingers into her cunt and started to fuck herself, moaning and
groaning. He shuddered on the recliner like a woman being shocked
over and over again, as waves of pleasure jolted her again and again.
She had lost control, screaming as she fucked herself with one hand,
the other rubbing her clit. Her orgasm hit her, her back arching,
muscles tensing almost to the breaking point, her scream reaching out
to the nearby apartments.
As she came down, she caressed her pussy lips gently, reveling in the
little pulses of pleasure that oozed out of her pussy. She let
herself relax in the afterglow, smiling a silly grin. Too bad about
the knock at the door.
“Shit!” she whispered to herself. She got up, letting her skirt down
and went to the door. Cracking the door, she asked, “Who is it?”
“Marie, it’s Connie. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“I heard screaming.”
“Really, Connie, I’m okay. It was just… It was a good scream,
okay?”
“Oh. Okay. Sorry about that. See you later.”
Now Marie’s skin was flushed again, for totally different reasons.
“Oh my God. I came loud enough for others to hear. I am going to
die, I just know it.”
She went to her bathroom and cleaned up a bit, cleaning the chair as
much as she could as well. Marie, remembering that she had not gotten
her mail yet, walked back down to the main floor and got into her
mailbox. Sorting through it as she walked back to the stairs, she ran
into someone.
Suddenly, she was weak at the knees. Looking up, she saw Shawn
Jacobs, another tenant. Marie could feel her nipples growing erect in
a matter of seconds and her pussy lubricating again. In her mind,
Shawn was the sexiest man she had ever seen. Her mouth went dry. She
leaned back against the wall to not fall.
“Hi Marie.”
“Hi… uh… Shawn. You look really good.”
“Thanks. More bills?”
“What? Oh. Yeah. Bills.”
“Are you okay? You look like you’re running a fever.”
Marie wiped the sweat from her forehead, accentuating the red flush.
“I’m okay. Must be the heat. I should get back to my apartment.”
But she just stood there, watching the play of his body under his
clothes. She did not know it, but her face cried out in lust, begging
anyone to screw her. When Shawn looked up from his mail, he saw
Marie, leaning against the wall, weak at the knees, desire on her
face, her bills loosely in her hand by her side, her nipples poking
through the sheer fabric of her shirt. Like any normal guy, his cock
stirred, becoming partially erect.
“You going back upstairs?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
She let him pass, following and staring at his butt. When he exited
on the fourth floor, two below hers, he turned around, expectation and
hope on his face. “Isn’t your floor two more up?”
“Oh. Yes. This is 4. Sorry.” She forced herself back into the
stairwell and up two more flights of steps. In the sixth floor hall,
she leaned against the wall again. “What is happening to me?” she
thought to herself in a panic. “I practically raped him where he
stood. God, I want to fuck him so bad. Why? I love Jarod. I don’t
want to cheat on him.” She staggered towards her door, but found
herself face to face with another man two doors away from her own.
It was Kevin Sikes, an eighteen year old high senior student living
with his recently divorced mom. She stood there, staring at his pants
and the erection straining at his fly, licking her lips.
“Hi, Ms. Foster. Are you okay?”
The last vestiges of her self control were being shredded before her
eyes. Desire, no, need, welled up inside, overwhelming her. On the
edge, able to tip one way or the other at the slightest push, she just
stared at him, her eyes wide. Her mind wanted nothing to do with what
her body craved. She could not seem to make her legs move or her
voice speak. To Kevin, she appeared to be ready to go into some sort
of convulsion.
Kevin took her arm. “Here, come in and sit down. I’ll get you some
water.”
The touch was all it took. He had her across the threshold when all
control fled and she pushed him against the wall, pulling at the belt
to his pants.
“I don’t need water. I need to be fucked. Please, fuck me.” Her
voice was pleading and demanding at the same time.
