It had been three days since Greg’s trip to the hospital when he was attacked by a confused woman who kissed him. Her tongue invading his mouth and burrowing into the soft folds of his own tongue and walls of his cheek. What had become known as the Aphrodite Virus in the days since was what the woman who assaulted him was sick with.
And past on to him.
Greg didn’t know for sure if he was infected. He felt fine, had no fever, no compulsive issues or trouble controlling his behavior but in the back of his mind as he watched the tv unfold this story of this highly infectious virus with a 92% infection rate that the woman who kissed him at the hospital was in fact infected…and now he too was infected.
What he couldn’t square away in his mind was the idea that he could be sick with no symptoms and if the news was right…then so was his wife whom he had unprotected sex with that very day after he came home from the hospital. In fact they had made love three times that evening as if they were newly weds again. Once in the shower, then again when they were drying off, and again a few hours later when he was laying in bed and couldn’t sleep. Diana certainly didn’t seem to be showing any symptoms and she should be showing something by now.
What the news had not shared about this virus were the sexual in nature symptoms. As loose in morals as America had become, it was still very much a prude nation and to speak about hyperspermia, priapism, or swelling breasts and wanting women in any kind of way was still not seen as a good thing to do. And these were in fact the symptoms that Greg Miller and his wife were suffering from. Counting the three act production they put on the night of his infection, they had been together a total of seven times.
His cock felt heavier and so did his testes.
Diana’s panties stayed consistently wet and even crossing her legs when she sat caused her to feel tingly and an almost uncontrollable urge to fuck. Greg and Diana simply thought they were having a great week. Little did they know or understand the slow evolution their bodies were undergoing.
Thursday evening around 6pm, the Miller family were all at home. Katey Sue was upstairs on her phone with her bff Stacy, complaining about her super strict parents who had practically grounded her since Tuesday when public health warnings were issued to avoid close contact with others and the news of the Aphrodite Virus was first being communicated to the public. Even though it was widely thought of as a sexually transmitted disease since you can only catch it through the exchange of bodily fluids, people were catching in unexpected moments that they were reporting like Greg experienced. Because of this, people were contracting the virus without giving all the information of what they had gone through and people testing positive with no none point of contagion was causing alarm. Katey, therefore, was not allowed to leave the house.
Greg sat on the couch in his basketball shorts in front of the tv with Diana’s legs draped over his lap while she propped her self up on the arm as they watched the news report that, as unbelievable as it seems, the entire town of Eaton Ohio had become a chaotic hive of orgies. Police, hospitals, families, it seemed everyone in the town were engaging in lewd and sexual acts in the streets and in public buildings. Wherever and whenever the desire struck, people were engaging in intercourse and other acts. The streets and public transportation vehicles were covered in semen. The CDC declared the town to be a hazardous zone and had set up hazmat stations around the town to try and contain the spread of the Aphrodite Virus but were soon over run within hours of touching down on site.
Greg and Diana tried to pay attention to the seriousness of what the news was talking about but all the talk about a cum covered city made them both hornier than they could handle. Diana began gently putting pressure against Greg’s already swollen cock and rubbed her leg back and forth on it. She laid on the couch, arching her back and breathing gently through her nose, almost whimpering to be fucked. Greg didn’t need to hear her beg. He could smell her sex. He turned and looked at his wife and when their eyes met, her lips parted and she let out a breathy sigh. Her nipples hard and poking through her sports bra. Her tits so swollen at this point they were spilling over the top and looked like it was a size too small.
Greg aggressively grabbed at her crotch, his thumb finding her swollen clit right away and the wet spot between her legs.
“Oh…Greg….” She moaned as he touched her. He gripped the waist band of her tights and pulled them down so quickly the elastic broke and the clothe tore. Diana didn’t flinch, her cunt was so wet that it was actually dripping. She kicked her legs free as he tore at her clothes and buried his face into her labia.
Her lips part and hugged his mouth, his tongue beveled and licked upwards inside of her warm and wet cunt. His hands gripped her thighs as she bucked, holding his head by tuffets of his hair. His cock already hard and dripping in his shorts commanded to be free and penetrate her but his taste and hunger for her won out. The more he licked, the more her fluids flowed like a rivers of water to the thirsty. Her clit was so swollen that he nudged his upper lip as she gyrated her hips against his face. He pulled away for air and Diana threw her head back in an inhale, her legs shaking. Greg reached up and moved her bra above her tits and gripped them hard, kneading them in his hands as he leaned forward and sucked her clit that was the size of the first knuckle of his pinky.
Diana screamed now, “Oh, Oh fuckyesyesyesyesyesyesFFUUUUUUUUUCK!” She cam in his mouth, wetting him and squirting everywhere. She had never squirted before but instead of shocking or infuriating Greg, it only made him that much more aggressive. He shot up from his position and pulled his cock from his shorts. It felt bigger in his hand somehow and he shoved it into his wife’s hole. She moaned again, a deep guttural groan escaped her lips. Her eyes closed tight as Greg entered her, his face over hers as she spread her legs wider and welcomed him in. His face dripped her juices onto her and she opened her mouth greedily and stuck out her tongue to lick them up.
He began thrusting in and out of her pussy. The rose tattoo on her mound moving like something drifting on the surface of the water when waves are rolling. His cock was definitely bigger and her body was needing to stretch to accommodate. Diana moved her face towards his and began sucking her own cum off his face, licking his lips and cheek, sucking his tongue as he buried his cock balls deep into her. Her eyes widened as she felt his cock reach deeper than it ever had. Her mouth dropped open and she clawed at the back of his neck, “cum in me” she whispered in a pleading, needy voice.
“Fucking cum in me, I’m so cold inside Greg….fill me up with your warm cum…”She whined in his ear.
Greg said nothing and gripped her round, apple ass with both hands, and spread her cheeks as he rammed her without mercy. Without either of them knowing, Katey Sue had come down hearing all the noise and was standing in the dark hallway, uninfected, and saw her father ramming his fat cock into her mother’s tight hole like a piston in an engine, so fast it was almost a blur as his cum and her cum mixed and frothed. He never slowed down even as he was cumming.
Katey Sue silently walked backwards with wide eyes and snuck back upstairs deciding she’d never sit on that fucking couch every again. She seriously contemplated washing her eyes out with bleach.
Greg finally slowed down and his thrusts ended. they both were out of breathe but his cock continued to twitch and more cum than he thought possible spilled out of him and into his wife and even when he pulled out, sat back, it continued to pump out of him for another ten seconds. They both laughed.
After they cleaned themselves up, Greg began to get the steam vac to clean up the couch but his cock never receded. It stayed thick and hanging like a piece of meat at market window. Diana said nothing but bent over on the wet spot on the couch, her face buried in the stain and she simply raised her ass as high as it would go and then spread her cheeks.
Greg was balls deep in her again. Neither one slept all night.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o1dept/the_aphrodite_virus_book_1_part_2_symptoms_mf
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