Marty read me like a book. Just before I could come he moved away and left me moaning in frustration because I'd been so close. Shit! For five or six ...imes now I'd been brought so dmned close to orgasm just to be left aching! Marty laughed at my moan, calling me his little bitch in heat. Gathering my blouse and skirt he dropped them at my feet. Un-clipping the chain from my ankle restraints. Lowering the rod out of my ass. Standing up behind me, he took me in his arms again. Reaching around me. No one could tell where it began or who the first carrier was. And with most of society in chaos, it was doubtful that they would ever find out.As it is, much of the population is infected. It is transmitted through sexual contact, and at first the symptoms appear to be similar to a mild aphrodisiac. Upon infection, the subject feels heightened arousal and a higher capacity for performance. However, the condition does not get appear to become progressively worse until the infected subject. I turned my thoughts to homosexual images of buff, bulging men muscles, glittering in tan, surreal Apollo rooms, while I shut myself in my college dormroom. That night, that first night, I let it all loose. I tendered my small member to the image of a Blonde god, a 14 pack man in a gym, the first release of heroin-like ecstasy in the wee hours of the night, looking strangely at my crotch, observing glistening streams of semen falling in rivulets down my leg. Many girls had flirted with me,. This started when I was young when we used to travel in his scooter I was made to sit in the front and mom and two brothers at the back, I guess I would be eight or nine, I could feel his thing poking at my back all the time, I cared the least. Those days mom used to give me bath and sometimes dad used to when mom is busy or away, in fact mom used to tell dad to give me bath and he was more than willing to do it, soap me all over and whenever his hands moved around my hips and I giggled and he.