The Sex Apocalypse

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The Sex Apocalypse

The sex apocalypse hits campus on a Friday night in mid-October. It is like the zombie apocalypse seen in a typical horror movie, except without the eating brains or other body parts.

Instead, the infected get super-horny. They lose all self-control. They assault and rape their victims.

Also, the infected people show greater interest in uninfected persons than contaminated ones. The sick aggressively pursue the healthy. This causes the disease to rapidly spread.

We do not know the actual cause. Well, most people think it is some kind of virus that gets transmitted through sex. We do know that once a person gets sexually assaulted by a sex zombie, they become one.

The usual conspiracy theories abound on how it originated. They range from military germ warfare development to drug companies trying to generate an improved Viagra replacement.

I personally go for the lonely graduate student trying to generate an advanced aphrodisiac theory. However, I have not seen any actual evidence to support any of the origin concepts.

At this point, it really does not matter. Bands of half-naked horny college students roam the campus fucking anybody they find.

Sex appeal does not matter. I witnessed a group of hot nude cheerleaders chasing Old Baldy, Professor Winston. He must be at least sixty and looks older than that.

One nude girl did a series of backflips across the quad and landed performing the splits on his face. Her bare pussy covered his mouth. He briefly resisted, but soon the disease took control, and he started munching away at her pussy.

Soon, another cheerleader ripped off the professor's pants and underwear. She squatted on his dick. Her breast bounced up and down as she energetically traveled along his cock.

I stand there stunned in shock. My gaze locks on the hedonistic display. My dick grows hard as my eyes lock on the bobbing tits. I know I should run, but I cannot tear my eyes away.

The blond cheerleader riding the professor's cock eyes bulge in surprise. She freezes in mid-bounce as he fills her horny cunt with his seed.

Sanity briefly appears to return to her consciousness as the post orgasmic pause clears her head. Her instant of rationality does not last.

She stares in my direction. Our eyes lock. I watch a savage lustful grin form on her lips. Her nostrils flair like a wild boar. Her bountiful bosom rises as she fills her lungs. Her nipples point in my direction like arrow tips ready to pierce my mortal soul.

I freeze like a stunned deer in the double-D headlights on her chest. My brain yells run, but my body will not listen. My cock throbs with desire to be her next victim.

The quickness of her recovery from the energetic sexual expenditure seems miraculous. In seconds, she moves from post coital reflection to an aggressive hunt for new prey.

Her muscular toned legs spring upward. They lift her torso from the professor's still rigid pole. Her nude form races towards me as I stand like a Greek hero caught in medusa's gaze.

Hours of acrobatic cheers have sculpted her body into an athletic juggernaut. She is not a slow-walking zombie. Her hands grip my shoulders before my mind can react to the robust threat.

The pain from her nails gouging my shoulders wakes me from my stupor. My fight-or-flight response kicks in. My hands go to her chest and push her luscious tits away.

My shirt tears away as she falls backwards. I turn to flee. I feel the sting of her nails tearing through my flesh.

I make it only a few steps before my pursuer catches me. She grabs me by the back of my belt and curtails my escape.

My hand fiddles with my belts clasp. It releases. A loud ripping sound fills the air as I continue my flight. I leave behind the shredded remains of my pants in the cheerleader's grasp.

I run away wearing only my bikini brief, socks, and shoes. The brief barely contains my throbbing cock as I sprint away.

I check behind me as I turn the corner. I have eluded my naked pursuit. I slow to a jog.

I approach the quad surrounded by the freshman dorms. A few dozen students fill the open area. Most wear tattered remnants of clothing or nothing at all. They clump together in gang bangs and orgies.

I hide in a clump of bushes to catch my breath and consider what I should do. I watch a festival of sexual activity happening in the public space before me. I witness every form of sexual activity that might happen short of bestiality and necrophilia.

I notice a coed running from a half dozen nude men. Fear exudes from the woman's face. All of the guy's eyes flare as they aggressively pursue their quarry.

She slips and falls. The sexually rabid gang piles on her instantly. They tear her clothes away to expose her carnal flesh. A cock soon fills the screaming victim's pussy.

Minutes later, her shrieks of panic change to screams of extasy. She changes from pushing away her attackers to spreading her legs wide and pulling the guys torso into her crotch.

Part of me wishes the hot horny cheerleader had caught me. Deep down most college-age guys are at least partially a sex maniac. How much will a sex zombie virus really change me?

What am I thinking? I am not a sex fanatic. Sure, I have sexual desires, but I am not an animal in rut. I do not allow cravings to overwhelm reason. Maybe some of the virus has entered me through the fingernail scratches.

I scan the windows of the buildings around me. Many rooms remain dark or have the blinds closed. In some, I clearly see open sexual activity happening.

I hear a fire alarm sound in the nearby women's dorm. As unsuspecting women exit the building, the rabid men pounce. The girls' outfits get vigorously removed. They are forcefully drawn into the orgy.

I watch in shock and awe. I guiltily feel my heated arousal as I witness the show before me. I want to turn away, but my own carnal desires prevent me.

I hear a sound in the bushes behind me. My head turns to look. A gasp emanates from the woman behind me.

I recognize her as Heather Johnson. I met her at a campus party a few weeks earlier. Her auburn hair, alluring smile, and slinky green dress had attracted me.

She looks on me in shock. "Paul, what happened to your clothes? Have you gone crazy like everybody else?"

"No, I just got attacked over by fraternity row. My clothes were torn away as I ran away. I think I am all right."

"Do you know what is happening? It seems like everybody has gone crazy." I explain what I know, what I had seen, and what I suspect. She stands there with her mouth gaping in horror.

I emphasize, "We need to find somewhere we can hide until this blows over." Heather invites me back to her dorm room. She calls her roommate. Her roommate has been studying and remains oblivious to the crisis. Heather warns her what is happening. She tells her to stay inside and avoid attracting attention.

After a public orgy of sexual activity, things have quieted down. Most of the infected students have headed off campus to the north gate bars and restaurants in search of more prey.

We sneak around to the back of Heather's dorm. We hide in the bushes outside her room. Heather climbs a tree to reach her window on the second floor.

A quick text to her roommate gets the window open. Heather climbs through the window. I follow.

I comment on the convenience of the tree. Heather responds, "I know. We picked this room because of it. My old boyfriend used it when he visited after hours."

Heather introduces me to her roommate, Katy. Katy looks me over and comments, "Nice outfit." An embarrassed blush darkens my face.

I stand there being ogled by the two girls. My bikini brief barely covers my engorged dick. I feel as hard as I have ever been. The cause of my erection is unclear. I fear I may be infected from the scratches. Hopefully, my two beautiful companions are the source of my arousal.

My emotions remain a mix of fear and horny excitation. I am worried about the insanity filling the campus. Nevertheless, I am sexually excited by what I have witnessed and being almost naked in Heather and Katy's dorm room.

Heather gets over staring at me. She begins to think about our situation. She checks to make sure the door remains locked. Next, she turns off all of the lights except one desk light. It leaves the room mostly dark.

Heather begins quietly filling Katy in on what she saw. They whisper in the semidarkness. Her tale matches my experience. I concur and add my own observations.

The chime of Heather's and Katy's phones interrupt our conversations. An emergency text from the university provides a shelter-in-place order. It gives no information on the nature of the emergency.

The girls share a bathroom with the next room. Katy mentions their suitemates went out partying. Heather texts them. They do not respond. Both girls text several other people. Nobody, text back.

Katy and Heather each call their parents. Heather's family does not answer. She leaves a voicemail message and a follow-up text. Katy's mom answers. Katy tells her, "I am safe. I am locked in my dorm room with Heather and her boyfriend."

Katy's father wants to come rescue her. She convinces him it is too dangerous to travel. Besides, her parents live almost three hours away. Eventually, her dad agrees to stay put until morning.

Katy notices the scratches on my shoulder. She grabs a first aid kit from the closet. I look at her skeptically. She mentions, "I am premed. I am practically a doctor." I allow her to wash my scratches and apply antiseptic.

Katy mentions, "I should charge you a fee." I respond, "I lost my wallet with my pants." Heather jokes, "You could pay with your underwear." I comment, "You will just have to bill me."

Heather offers me a drink. I accept a wine cooler. The girls join me.

We search the internet for news. We see a few posts on campus chat sites. They contain more questions than answers.

I suggest the girls charge their phones. Heather asks about my phone. I explain it was in my pants pocket. That draws the girl's attention back to my lack of clothing. It elicits a grin from each of them.

Heather, decides we should pack emergency supplies in case we need to leave in a hurry. They each empty their books from their backpacks. They fill them with their purses, some clothes, nonrefrigerated foods, and other essentials.

Katy gives me an old gym bag. I take the first aid kit, toilet paper, and other useful items I can find.

We discuss plans. Katy has a car in the dorm parking lot if we need to travel anywhere. She places her key fob in her backpack. She gives her spare fob to Heather.

Once we complete are bugout bags, we sit in the near darkness and wait. In the distance, we occasionally hear screams. They often transform from screams of fear to screams of extasy in a matter of seconds. The disease infects someone that quickly.

We also hear gunshots and sirens in the distance. It confirms the need to lie low. The world has gone insane. At least, our portion of it has.

I can see Heather and Katy feel scared. I attempt to act brave and comfort them. I am not a very good actor.

Heather uses her laptop to search the internet for information. She finds a live local news broadcast. They do not seem to know very much. It is funny watching the news anchors smile as they describe the horrors that transpire.

Other than general common-sense advice like, "stay inside," and "lock your doors," they really do not say much. They simply repeat the same blather.

Heather is about to search for something else when a loud bang sounds from off screen. It is quickly followed by a half dozen gunshots.

A hoard of mostly naked sex zombies swarm into view and attack the news anchors. They pin them to the desk, tear off their clothes, and sexually assault them in plain view of the cameras.

We watch as a heavy-set woman slides up and down the male anchors cock. Soon, the virus overcomes him. He begins energetically pumping up and down until his gun fires.

The woman slides aside. Another girl takes her place. Heather and Katy recognize the new woman as their suitemate. They look on in shock.

Meanwhile, a man pumps the female co-anchor. Her tits bounce back and forth. Her screams of horror turn to moans of excitement. A guy climbs on the desk and waves his dick in front of her face. She eagerly opens her mouth. The guy fills it with his dick. Minutes later, he fills the mouth with cum.

We know we watch a tragic rape. Even the rapists are innocent. Nevertheless, like a car wreck, we cannot look away.

Eventually, the participants leave once everyone is fully infected. The camera shows a vacant set. One anchor chair lies on its side. Torn clothing scatter about the set.

Katy looks in shock. Heather has an energized gleam in her eye. She seems excited by the carnal drama she witnesses. We both suddenly realize her hand is on my crotch. Heather sheepishly pulls it away.

I whisper, "You can leave it if you want. It felt good." After a minute's thought, she returns her hand to my lap. A few minutes later, she slips her fingers inside my underwear.

Heather looks elsewhere. We find little hard information. It does not seem to be isolated to our city. We find strange news reports from all over the country and even other countries. It does not look encouraging.

Katy's phone vibrates. She receives a text from her suitemate. She shows Heather. Heather shows me. It spouts mostly gibberish. It also contains lots of peach, cucumbers, and eggplant emojis.

Heather stands up and states, "We accomplish nothing. We might as well get some sleep. Paul, you can share my bed if you wish." I accept the generous offer.

Heather changes into a long T-shirt. She even changes in front of me. She kicks off her shoes and removes her socks. She watches me and smiles as she does it. Of course, I watch.

Next, Heather faces away and removes her shirt and bra. Then, she slips on the shirt. Once she wears the shirt, she turns back to face me with a gleam in her eye. Finally, she removes her jeans. Of course, the long shirt prevents me from seeing anything. The flirtatious teasing still arouses me.

Heather does not remove a panty. I assume she left it on under the shirt. It is possible she goes commando. My dick twitches at the thought.

Heather heads to the bathroom to brush her teeth. Katy copies Heathers tantalizing clothing change. Heather calls me to the bathroom. She offers to let me use her toothbrush. She also loans me a paper cup of mouthwash.

Heather leads me to her bed. She pulls back the covers and climbs in. She pats the bed beside her. I climb in and lie on my side facing her. Heather pulls up the sheet and reaches for my underwear. She pulls my underwear down enough that my dick pops free. Then, she peeks under the sheet to look at it.

When Katy returns from brushing her teeth, Heather, snuggles up to me and gives me a kiss.

I cautiously start to slip my hand under the hem of Heather shirt. She says, "Not tonight." I back off. Heather's hand stays on my cock.

The fire alarm wakes us in the night. Katy heads for the door. I shout wait. I explain what I saw before I bumped into Heather. The alarm went off at another women's dorm. The women were attacked when they went outside.

We did not smell smoke. We waited near the window in case we needed to leave. Nothing happened. We went back to bed.

Katy woke as light entered the room. She went to shower. Suddenly, we hear Katy scream. We both rush to the rescue. We find Katy's suitemates attacking her.

They head my direction as soon as they see me. I push them away. Katy slips past me. She backs into the bedroom. I follow and begin to slam the bathroom door. An arm wedges in the opening and prevents fully closing it.

A masculine arm slips into the opening. I push, but they push back. I yell to Heather, "Out the window quick. I cannot hold this much longer.

Heather opens the window. She grabs the backpacks and the gym bag I borrowed. She hands one of the backpacks to Katy and heads out the window to the tree. Katy follows.

Once the window clears, I release the door and run for the window. The suitemates and the other guy fall into the room and crumple in a pile on the floor. I dive through the window and reach for the tree.

The zombies recover surprisingly quickly. One grabs my foot. Another grabs my underwear. I kick. My foot goes free. I swing on the branch. I hear a loud ripping sound. I drop to the ground.

Heather hands me the gym bag and takes off running. Katy and I follow.

Fortunately, the outside world seems fairly quiet. I guess the zombies sleep off their night of sexual assault.

Heather crouches between two cars once she reaches the parking lot. She asks Katy the location of her car. Katy responds, "It's where we left it Thursday night."

Heather leads off. We squat and move between cars except where we need to cross a row. Then, we move fast.

We stop across from Katy's vehicle. Heather points and whispers, "It is the red car right across from us. When I hit the unlock button, we run. I will take the driver's seat. Paul, take the front passenger seat. Katy, take the back seat."

Heather fishes the key fob out of her backpack. She whispers, "Ready. Set. Go." She presses the button. The horn beeps. The lights flash. We take off running. We hurry into the car and slam the doors.

The engine starts and Heather backs out of the parking space. Several zombies appear out of nowhere. They include Heather and Katy's suitemates and the guy with them. Heather locks the doors and drives away. She leaves them in our dust.

Heather carefully drives out of town. The town looks like a war zone. Several cars scatter the streets. Heather maneuvers around them. She drives slowly to avoid any zombie ambushes. Once the path appears totally blocked. She is forced to back up and change routes.

Once we reach open country, Heather enquires, "Where should we go?" Katy suggests, "My parents have a lake house about an hour away. It is fairly isolated. It has a well and a generator. Also, my dad is a bit of a prepper, so he has freeze dried and canned food stocks."

Heather asks, "Do you have a key?" Katy responds, "No, but I know the alarm code and where we hide the spare key by the woodpile." We all agree on the plan. Katy provides directions. Heather inputs it into her maps app.

As Heather drives away, she reaches over and grabs my dick. She comments, "Your naked. That is how I like it." She looks in the rear-view mirror. She adds, "Katy, your naked too, and your hair is a mess."

Katy looks shocked. She quickly moves her hands to cover herself. We were too busy running for our lives to notice our lack of clothing. I know I had not realized I lost my underwear until Heather grasp my cock.

I smile sheepishly, but I refuse to cower from Heather's playful teasing. I quip back, "You are the one not wearing the group uniform." Heather counters, "As leader, I should have my own uniform standards. Besides, I am driving now."

Katy defends herself. "They interrupted my shower. I was too busy protecting my virtue for fashion decisions." I add, "I think you look great." Katy blushes.

Katy pulls a mirror and comb from her purse and combs her hair. I glance back and smile at her. She blushes, but does not move to cover herself. Instead, she leans forward and looks over the seat at my exposed crotch. I feel my dick harden even more.

We arrive at the lake house fifteen minutes later. Katy fetches the key. We hurry inside and lock the door behind us. Katy resets the alarm. A quick check confirms we are alone.

Katy calls her mom to tell her where she is at. Heather, unsuccessfully tries her parents. I send my parents a text from Heather's phone. I receive no reply.

Heather decides to dress. She pulls a clean outfit from her backpack. She even teasingly dresses in front of me. Unfortunately, I do not see anything. She does the reverse of her change she did last night.

I watch as she replaces her panty from under her night shirt. Then, she pulls on a pair of denim jeans. Lastly, she turns away to remove her shirt and restore her bra and blouse. I teasingly exaggerate my disappointment.

Heather tosses her sleep shirt to Katy. Katy slips it on. Now, I am the only one naked. I suggest making a toga from a bedsheet. Katy objects, "We only have enough linens here for each bed. We will need them if my parents arrive." Heather interjects, "Besides, we think you look great nude."

I resign myself to my nudity. Part of me thrills at being exposed in front of the girls.

Katy begins to say something. Heather interrupts, "Paul, why don't you take a shower." Katy makes sure soap and shampoo are in the shower. She even gets me a disposable razor and shaving cream from her father's stash.

Heather walks into the bathroom in the middle of my shower. I am a bit surprised. She shocks me even more when she peeks behind the shower curtain. She quips, "I am just checking things out." I flinch slightly. She responds, "I have already seen you naked. I am checking out the facilities." She adds, "I do enjoy seeing your plumbing."

Heather washes the panty she wore last night in the sink. She hangs it on the towel rack to dry. She leaves and I finish washing.

When I return to the common area, Katy and Heather cook pancakes. Heather announces, "I thought we should eat some breakfast. Katy found some complete pancake mix in the pantry. They even have maple syrup." We all feel better after eating.

After brunch, Katy gives me a tour. It does not take long. The place has two bedrooms. The smaller has two twin beds. The larger has a king. It contains one bathroom. I have already seen it. The rest of the house consist of one open space. It combines the kitchen, dining area, and living room.

We also look at the bars on all of the windows. Katy shows us the bar release mechanism inside each window for emergency egress. The cinder block house is built like a fortress.

Katy leads us down to the basement. She was right about her dad being a survivalist. The whole basement consists of shelves of food, medical supplies, and survival gear. It also contains a propane generator. Combined with the solar panels on the roof, it provides the house's electricity.

Katy even shows us a hidden room with guns and ammo. She provides a lesson on how to use the weapons. She states, "We probably should practice shooting. I just worry the noise might attract unwanted visitors. It is better to not advertise that we are here." We each take a gun and scatter others strategically around the house.

Next, we head outside. Katy fetches flip-flops for each of us. I quip, "You have flip-flops, but none of your dad's shorts." Heather counters, "We like your current attire,"

Katy stashes a pistol and rifle in the car along with spare ammo. She hides the vehicle in a grove of trees away from the house.

Lastly, Katy shows us the location of the propane tanks camouflaged in the woods. The house has two thousand-gallon tanks. It is enough to supply the houses needs for two years.

We return to the house and leave our flip-flops at the door. Katy locks the door behind us and activates the alarm. We search the internet for news. We find even less crisis information than last night. Eventually, we give up the futile effort to find out what is happening.

Katy suggests we play a game. We have cards and several board games. Heather jokes, "We could play strip poker." Then she adds, "Except, Paul has already lost." We wind up playing spades to pass the time.

After dinner, Katy recommends we leave most of the lights off. She says, "They can be seen from across the lake." We chat in the dark for a bit. Heather snuggles up to me on the couch. Her hands explore my body. We also kiss. I even fondle her through her clothes.

Heather seems surprisingly aggressive. I do not mind. I have been aroused most of the time since this has begun. I rationalize it as being caused by what I saw and being nude in front of the girls. Deep down, I worry that I might be infected from the scratches.

Katy jokes, "Get a room." Heather responds, "Good plan. We will take the king bed." She stands and pulls me to my feet.

Katy anxiously says, "I do not want to be alone." She has oscillated between hearty survivalist and worried damsel in distress since I met her. Now, she is back in distraught mode.

Heather clasps Katy's hand with her free one. She comments, "I will share Paul if you want." She leads both of us towards the master bedroom.

Heather pulls back the covers and maneuvers me onto the bed. She stands in front of me and begins unbuttoning her blouse. This time there is no turning to face the wall. The room remains dark, but enough moonlight enters the window to provide an enticing show.

The bra goes next. It reveals Heather's luscious breast. Her nipples look pert like little gumdrops. I wish to eat them.

Heather's hands move to the front of her jeans. She unsnaps and unzips them. Tantalizingly slowly she lowers her jeans and panty together. It leisurely reveals her pubic landings strip followed by her pussy.

Once stripped, Heather hangs her clothes and sits beside me. She turns to Katy who stood there ogling Heather's show. Heather announces, "Your turn. No clothes allowed."

Katy hesitates briefly before she grabs the hem of her nightshirt and slides it up her body. It gets discarded on the floor. Heather reaches out, takes Katy's hand, and pulls her onto the bed.

The girls briefly kiss before they both attack me. They push me onto my back. Their mouths attack my face. I hug both and kiss back. I react in frenzied excitement.

Katy swing onto my dick. She rides up and down. Her pussy squeezes my cock. Her tits bounce in front of my eyes. She is a spitfire of carnal energy. I pump back. My libido acts on instinct.

Heather pauses. She seems abashed at Katy appropriating her spot. It last only seconds before she straddles my head. My tongue goes to work on her clitoris.

My cock erupts. I fill Katy with my seed. She responds with her own convulsions. Heather shortly answers with her own heightened reaction to my oral excitations.

Heather pushes Katy aside. Her mouth goes to my dick. We momentarily sixty-nine each other. It last only seconds before my cock recovers its stoutness. Heather swings around. Her pussy swallows my dick. Katy takes Heather's place on my face. My tongue obediently goes to work.

My mind enters overdrive. We frantically pleasure each other. Orgasm after orgasm cascades through our souls. I lose myself in the sensual delights. We vary our positions, but the animalistic pleasure continues into the night.

I wake in the morning. My arms wrap around Katy's body. One hand clasps her left tit. The other possessively grabs her pussy.

My mind returns to the night before. I have never acted anywhere close to that sexually frenzied before. My recovery rate was astounding. My dick regained its rigidity within seconds after ejaculation. My endurance rate seemed equally amazing. I cannot count how many times I ejaculated.

Heather enters the room. She remains as naked as Katy and I. She announces, "Wakee, wakee, eggs and bacee."

Katy rises. She looks around before asking, "Where is my shirt." Heather answers, "I put everything in the washing machine. You do not need it. The weather is warm, and after last night, you have nothing to conceal.

We go eat. We have powered eggs and canned ham instead of bacon. We need the energy after last night.

When we finish cleaning the breakfast dishes, we return to the bedroom. We repeat last night's sensual activity in the light of day. We act as crazy.

The next few days continue along this vein. The lake house acts as a regular Sodom and Gomorrah. We enjoy ourselves thoroughly.

On Friday, we hear a car arrive. Katy grabs a riffle and peeks out the window. She announces, "It is my parents." The door opens seconds later. In walks Katy's parents and older sister. We stand naked like a deer caught in the headlights.

We all stand frozen for minutes. Eventually, Katy's dad speaks. "You better get dressed. Playtime is over."

Katy and Heather retrieve their clothes from Heather's backpack. That is where she placed them when they came out of the dryer last Sunday.

I explain, "I do not have any clothes. We were attacked. I lost my clothes trying to escape."

Katy's dad frowns. He comments, "They kept you naked all week. Katy knows I have a clothing stash." He leads me down to the basement. He opens a box on the shelf. He pulls out a swimsuit and T-shirt. He hands them to me. I quickly dress.

When we return, everyone is gathered in the living room. The chatter quiets when we enter. The women eye me covetously.

Katy's dad brings us up on the news. The virus burned itself out as people quickly developed an immunity. Everyone not hurt in the chaos recovered. Eventually, order was restored. Uninfected people were infected under controlled circumstance to develop immunity.

Katy's family tried to reach us last Sunday. They got infected. Apparently, it got a bit wild. Katy's father and sister glance at each other when he mentions getting infected. Neither provides details about what happened.

Katy's parents take us to the hospital to confirm we remain healthy. We all have traces of the virus. The medic explains I got infected through the scratches. It took time to incubate due to the low original dose. That is why I did not go completely wild like the people infected during sex acts.

I passed it to Heather and Katy through casual contact. That made the impact more controlled. Our exposer acted more like the low dose vaccine.

One month later, half of the women under forty are pregnant. That includes Katy, Katy's sister, and Heather. They call it the apocalyptic baby boom.

Many mothers do not know the father. They establish paternity banks for DNA test. Most people do not really want to know. Most boyfriends and husbands step up and assume responsibility. Katy and Heather know I am their babies' parent. There really is not any other possibility.

We are still trying to decide what to do. Katy and Heather both want to keep their baby. I am willing to marry them, but I cannot wed them both. Can I? The legal and moral rules still need resolving. Certainly puritan morality has become moot.

Meanwhile, I am spending a lot of time with both girls. I often stay at their dorm room. On weekends, we visit the lake house. Heather makes us stow our clothes on arrival. The girls have declared the lake house a no clothes zone.

Katy's sister also joins us at the lake house. I certainly do not mind. All three girls seem to enjoy sharing me.

My sex life feels great. My libido and stamina last significantly longer and stronger than before the week of lust. It results as a consequence from the contagion. Life feels fantastic! We survived the sex apocalypse with only a few side effects. Most of those results turn out being extremely positive.