Cow Daze
Chapter V: Cracks

Purity felt fine. That troubled her. She sat cross legged on the couch staring at a flickering television screen while Alicia paced behind her trying to get some reception on either of their phones. How does one know if they’re infected with a sex virus? The idea somewhat amused her. Probably easier for men, like everything. They start sporting unexpected hard ons left and right and…I dunno, sticking them in between couch cushions to get some relief. What about us gals though. I guess we’d be aroused, too. She paused and realized for the first time that she did feel a bit more on the verge of arousal than normal. She’d never been much of one to focus on her sexuality, and the sudden need to do so had her entirely turned around.

Meanwhile, Alicia wasn’t handling the lack of information well. She tossed Purity’s phone onto the couch with a half sigh-half growl. “What the hell is going on? Why hasn’t anyone come to check on us?”

“Sex virus,” Purity answered.

“Can you take this seriously?” Alica flopped down on the far end of the couch.

Purity cocked her head to the side, a mannerism she’d picked up from Bertie. “When was the last time I wasn’t taking something serious? I take everything seriously, even the silly things which are quite apparently — to everyone else at least — not meant to be taken seriously. That said, how seriously can we take this?” She eyed her cousin, noticing the slightly smaller woman’s body. In a way, the fact that Alicia even had a body seemed to be a peculiar new development. “Huh,” she muttered.

Alicia noticed Purity’s strange gaze, even going so far as to cross her arms over her breasts. “Why’re you looking at me like that?”

“I might be infected,” Purity said. “Not sure how this is transmitted, but if Kat has it, then I don’t know how we wouldn’t have all been a little bit exposed. I think I drank more last night than I have in my entire life put together, but I don’t feel even a little bit hung over. I think I did when I woke up, but now it’s gone. Could be adrenaline from the whole ‘stay inside because of sex virus’ thing going on, but that’d wear off eventually. Been almost an hour now, and I still don’t feel fatigued or ache like I should. And, I was just looking at your breasts.”

Alicia turned red and huddled against the far arm of the couch. “Shit, Purity, you can’t say stuff like that. And don’t look at me that way, we’re cousins.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Purity said. A twinge of panic rippled through her. It had been a long time since she’d felt that old worry, and Alicia was the last person she expected to get it from. Purity rarely cared whether or not people understood her, but she did care whether Alicia and the rest of her family did. They met her halfway, knowing and aware that Purity often fumbled with proper ways of communicating. When they put up walls, like blushing and crossing their arms while chastising her, Purity began to panic. “Can I explain?”

“Yes,” Alicia said, though distracted.

Purity sat up straight and rested her palms on her knees. She closed her eyes and focused as much as she could. “It’s like everyone and everything is a flat, empty desert,” she said. “Some things, like you or mom, are less flat, but for the purpose of this explanation, you — well, you normally — would be a little anthill on an otherwise perfectly flat plain. When the world is like that, I can pay attention to what I want to pay attention to. Nothing forces me to give it attention. Right?” She opened one eye, saw Alicia nod, and closed the eye again. “When it comes to sex or attraction, the world is the same for me. Almost everything is flat. Sometimes, though, there’s a mountain. Second week at my dorm, I’m walking to the shower one morning, and this guy is standing out in the hall arguing with a door. He’s in boxers and nothing else. He’s embarrassed that I’ve seen him, but I’ve seen men in boxers before, so I kept on my way. As I passed by, though, the door opened. I don’t know the girl’s name, but I’d seen her on the floor enough to recognize her. She’s pretty, but not what many would call gorgeous. Not as pretty as you, or Kat, or Joy. The girl grabbed the guy by the arm and yanked him into the room with her. She was laughing, he was smiling, and I felt like a mountain had just erupted out of the ground in front of me.”

“You were attracted to them, both of them?”

Purity opened her eyes. “I don’t know. I’d never seen that before. It seemed genuine. Since I knew what to look for, I started looking elsewhere for it. I saw mountains all over the place. Even in porn, though it was hard to find it exactly. Most of the stuff they advertise as amateur just means they don’t have a production company and there’s nothing amateur about it. Some of the time, though, you can find just two people who love each other having sex. And that’s…” Purity hummed as a tiny ripple of pleasure went through her body. She knew what it meant and shifted her legs slightly, feeling the slickness between her thighs. She was, after all, talking openly with her cousin about what turned her on. That wasn’t terribly weird for Purity, but until that morning she’d considered Alicia an ant-hill in the matters of sex. That no longer seemed to be the case.

“And now you’re seeing me…the same way?” Alicia asked, shifting uncomfortably. “Because of the virus? Is that what you’re trying to tell me.”

Purity shrugged. “I guess. I’m not going to jump your clam or anything. But if I am infected, then seeing you as a sex object would be a pretty good indicator of it rewriting the way my brain works. Which, I’m not going to be all mad if that turns out to be true. I can use any help I can find. I’m sitting around watching couples silently texting while sitting together and getting wet while completely oblivious of the band nerd wanting to fuck me.”

Alicia checked her phone again, and the two of them sat in silence for a while before Alicia spoke again. “Purity are you a…have you had sex?”

“Yes,” she answered. “Not with the band nerd. A guy I met at a party. I noticed him looking at my butt. I’m flat chested, guess you get that from your dad’s side of the family, but I have a good butt. I asked if he wanted to have sex. That seemed to put him off for a while. Monica, my friend, explained something to him. She does that for me, like you do. Explains that I’m strange, and that seemed to cheer him up. He wanted to talk for a while, wanted me to drink, and I thought his nerves were cute. I sneaked into his dorm. He wore a condom. I didn’t get much out of it. I slept the night, thinking I might get the spark in the morning. Didn’t happen, though.” Purity frowned at the memory. It fit wrong in her head. Why hadn’t she enjoyed the sex? The memory seemed more vivid in her head than the experience had been when she lived it. She could remember the guy’s lips on her nipples, the feel of his chest hair on her stomach, the rubbery feeling between her legs. Hanging over these flashes was a pall of sour thought, forcing itself in and insisting it had always been there.

Purity shook her head, dissipating the thoughts into nothingness. “You know, if I’m infected, then I’m probably contagious,” she said. “Maybe you haven’t caught it yet. In that case, you’d be better off staying as far from me as possible. I could go to my room, if you want.”

“No,” Alicia answered. “Like you said, if Kat has it, then we’ve all been exposed. And, if I can only sit in this cabin and freak out about what’s happening to my family, then I’d rather not do it alone.” Alicia pulled her knees up to her chest and nestled into the crook of the couch.

Purity nodded and tried not to focus on how Alicia’s new position pushed up her tits.

“Stay calm,” Anthony repeated to the empty room. He could hear Luke pacing on the floor above him. Anthony had to help get his naked friend into the room upstairs. Luke had been like a wild animal, growing worse by the minute. If it didn’t seem like everyone was going insane, then Anthony might have found it funny. Something had to be funny about it. Holding down a naked man with help from the guy’s dad while trying to keep either of us from getting whacked by Luke’s erection. That had troubled him the most. Not wrestling a man with a massive hard-on, but the way Luke’s dick looked. Anthony had never seen his friend at full mast, but had caught sight of Luke’s dick in the communal showers once or twice. It wasn’t proper to stare by any measure, but everyone got a glance. Anthony got more than a glance, usually, with his already prodigious endowment. Luke hadn’t compared. Yet that no longer seemed true.

“Deep breaths.” Why would I suck titty milk from my girlfriend who definitely didn’t have milk the day before? Why would her tits have gotten even bigger? If what she said about Kat is true, then she’s hauling around a dump truck ass and the pair of mommy milkers that started all this. “What?” he looked at himself in the mirror. “Mommy milkers?” he asked himself. Why would he think that? Maybe he’d seen it in a meme or something, but that wasn’t the way he looked at women. He tried not to objectify them even at his most depraved level of horny. Above him, Luke thumped against the door again.

Once they had Luke upstairs in his room, the sex raged guy calmed down some. He seemed to wake up, realized he was naked and wet, and wanted to help deal with the situation. That awareness lasted long enough to get him locked up. Miles was quick with a drill and a padlock. Anthony chose to stay out of the way. He wanted to demonstrate how in control he was to prove to Miles that he could be trusted. That he didn’t need to be locked up. Deep in his thoughts, though, he knew the real reason he didn’t want to earn the lock. He wanted to be able to get out when the need became too much. Anthony could feel it already, building incessantly. He wanted to see Joy — not only see her, fuck her, feel her, suck from her, feel her hands on me, feel her big, fat tits press into my mouth.

Anthony’s face had slimmed down, leaving his jaw a little more rigid than he remembered. His chest had more definition, too, but could be explained away as simple dehydration. He grabbed the bottle of water and drank while mustering his courage to examine himself further. He finished the bottle with a loud smack of his lips, tossed it down beside him, and yanked down the shorts to look at himself. His dick hung the same as it ever had, if slightly more full while flaccid than usual. Anthony sighed, relieved to see he wasn’t transforming into some kind of monster. Yet.

Above him, Luke yelled in frustration, and finally went quiet. If it gets that bad, how long before he hurts himself. How long before it’s either let him fuck Kat or watch him tear down a door with his bare hands. His thoughts turned to Kat, her quivering flesh pressing against his dark skin as her full breast pushed into his mouth. His hand moved to his swelling dick and squeezed.

Miles dropped the small toolkit on the floor by the cabin’s back door. The car parked in front of the cabin meant that Penny and Becca had come back, but he couldn’t think of any good reason why. “Hello?” he called. The muffled voice of his wife answered from the far room, the one where he’d found his son literally fucking the sense out of Kat. As he entered, Penny was staring at the sheets as if she were imaging everything Miles had seen. “What’s up? You were supposed to stay with the girls.”

“The admin building isn’t meant for people to stay in, Miles,” she said. “We can’t keep them down there, even if they are sick — especially if they’re sick. Becca stayed trying to find out what we can do on the internet. She’s trying to call her friends, but no one is answering. I’ve never seen her spooked like this. Even that time they thought her hospital had been hit with anthrax, she wasn’t really scared. Not this, though. She looked at those girls and turned a full shade whiter.”

Miles grunted, dropping down into a chair on the wall by the door. He was mentally exhausted from the past few hours. He’d gone from a happy morning, to seeing his son’s girlfriend naked, to having to wrestle Luke across the whole damn campground. Luke wasn’t the most athletic kid, but with twenty-five years on him, Miles should have been half dead from dragging the sex-drunk twenty-two year old away. He wasn’t, and he knew why. “She’ll figure something out. Purity’s safe, for now. At least as safe as we can make her up here.”

“We need to leave,” Penny said. “We can’t stay up here like this. Kat and Joy will need to bathe and…” She trailed off, likely due to the same image in her mind that filled Miles’s. He pictured the two beauties, naked and slathering soap on one another’s massive tits as their milk mingled in the water stream.

“If throwing all of you in a car and driving down would solve anything, that’s what we’d do. We can’t though. Anthony’s halfway to himbo town, too. You can see it in your eyes. I’d have to hog tie both of them to transport them. Same for the girls and, honestly Pen, I’m not sure I could make the drive with any of them in the car. You’d have to tie me up, too.”

He expected her to be shocked, but she only nodded. “We may all already have it. We’ve all drank the milk. Maybe Joy and Anthony hadn’t, but they certainly have it already. Becca says the infection progresses at a rate correlating to certain active hormones. Closer you are to sexual peak, the more rapidly it affects you. So, it’s slower for us old folks. If we can keep it together long enough, then we’ll be able to get help. Someone has to be working on a solution for this. The world will fall apart if what Becca says happens is actually allowed to happen. We just have to keep everyone apart and make sure no more infection is passed between us.”

“What about the boys? Luke may break his hand trying to get out of that room.” He shifted, pulling his shirt up to expose his stomach. The air wasn’t set low enough, and he was getting warm. Watching Penny sway her hips as she thought didn’t help his condition. His libido felt like a forest fire behind a loosely closed door waiting to consume him. The panic and adrenaline of getting everyone accounted for and contained had helped keep it regulated, but calm threatened to break his will. He’d told Penny to stay at the admin cabin so he could get a moment to relieve himself, but he could lie and say he wasn’t glad she’d come back.

Penny pursed her lips. “I’m not sure. Becca will find a way of helping them, I know she will.” She shifted her glance to him and then back.

“What? She already learn something?”

“Nothing official,” Penny admitted. “But she thinks the general idea is that having an outlet is better than not. Kat said as much when we took her down to the admin cabin. For a while, she was in this stupor like when you found her. Then she came round, like she’d woken up. She seemed horrified by what she’d done, and even how she looked. By the time I left, she’d slipped back a little bit. Touching herself, fondling her breasts while we looked through the window at her trying to keep her attention.”

Miles’s hand slipped into his shorts and gently rubbed his dick. It wasn’t an unusual position to be in while in private with his wife, but certainly in the moment it had larger implications. He couldn’t stop imagining what she would look like with a pint or two of Kat’s milk in her. Penny’s tits became enormous when she had their kids, and she worked hard to keep them firm and supple in the years that followed. Being a young mother helped, and Miles was not left with anything to complain about in her looks. But she could be more. “Sorry, so the solution is to let them go at it like animals?”

“No,” she hissed, looking over her shoulder like Alicia might walk in and hear her parents talking about sex. “You said Luke could hurt himself, we don’t want that. If he actually gets injured, we don’t have a choice but to go to the hospital, and that will only make everything much, much worse. So, if he gets too far gone, we can…make allowances.”

“You’re prescribing palliative sex sessions for our son?” Miles asked, laughing at the insanity of the idea.

“Not just for him,” she said firmly, turning toward him. “From the moment you laid eyes on Kat, you’ve been a ticking time bomb. And I’m not going to have you go off while around one of those girls. I looked over Becca’s shoulder for no more than ten minutes, and you wouldn’t believe the stuff that’s happening. I’m not going to let our family fall into absolute depravity over this, but I can’t do it by myself. Becca is being strong, and I need you to keep your focus. To that end…” She took off her shirt, and her breasts fell into view. “We’re going to fuck.”

Despite the events of the day, Miles could only look back at his wife with dumbfounded confusion as she stripped out of her shoes and pants. He did remain cogent enough to fish his cock out of his shorts and let it stand up firm and waiting. He spared his familiar dick a second glance, making sure it hadn’t grown an extra inch since he last looked. The bedroom windows remained wide open, the door unclosed. At any moment, Becca could return or Alicia or Purity could come looking for explanations, yet still Penny stripped out of her underwear, letting Miles stare directly at her wet pussy. She’s already wet. She’s been thinking about this since the moment I walked in. No, since she decided to drive back up here. Standing in this room, where her son was fucking his girlfriend an hour ago, waiting for my cock.

Penny straddled him, leaning in for a kiss as she positioned her pussy over his cock. They’d fucked many, many times over the course of their relationship, but never quite like this. Never so exposed, and never so casually. Miles could sense the need in her, no matter what she said. This wasn’t only about him. The same fire that had been threatening to consume him had begun to smolder in his wife. Maybe she got it from drinking the tainted milk. Maybe from a goodnight kiss the night before. Maybe she even slipped a little while transporting Kat and Joy, letting her lips close around one of their spurting buds to have a taste of that wonderful nectar. It didn’t matter, Miles realized, she’d been exposed just like him, and eventually they would become like Luke or Kat unless someone saved them.

She nudged downward. The head of Miles’s cock slipped against her lips, smearing his precum into the wet arousal oozing over his manhood. His hand came to life, moving over her naked body as she pulled away from him gently. She stripped off his shirt as one of his palms cupped her ass and the other squeezed one of her breasts. Miles considered his wife’s breasts perfect because they belonged to the woman he loved. That barricade of faith in their relationship withstood time and age, but now he’d seen something more than human — human sexuality taken to an exponential degree. The size of Kat’s tits had shocked him at first, but now he craved that much flesh for his hand to squeeze. The young woman’s ass had wobbled with even the slightest movement. Comparatively, his wife’s firm butt quivered only slightly in his grip, the bone of her hip pressing against his palm as she moved.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as she lowered herself. Blazing warmth and wetness enveloped Miles. It surprised him every single time. Slipping into a hot, juicy pussy was touching the divine. It brought a completeness to reality, and in that moment, Miles knew it was truer than ever before. Sheathed inside of his wife, her quivering in his arms, he understood the gravity of their predicament. How can we resist this? How can we deny Luke or Anthony or Kat or Joy this feeling? We’re monsters to even try. Penny raised her hips, grinding back down on him with a happy sigh. His thumb flicked over her nipple, biting her lip as she smiled. Miles wanted to throw her on the bed and fuck her senseless, but seeing that dazed look on her face made him wonder.

He leaned back, pulling his arms away from her. She kept humping him, oblivious for a few seconds. Opening her eyes, she looked at her husband, “Touch me.” She grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast. He kept it there, enjoying the feeling of the soft flesh under his fingertips, but he didn’t explore or roam over her body. “Miles…” she whimpered.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said, straining to keep control of himself. Every time she pushed down on him, his cock threatened to explode inside of her. “Maybe we can keep this in check by letting everyone rut like a dog in heat once a day. Or maybe, fucking makes it worse. Maybe you’re working on filling yourself with a fresh load of mind melting cum. You might empty my balls inside of you and swell up with tits as fat as Kat’s. Two hours from now, I could be fucking you like a cow while you drip milk all over the bed.” Her pussy squeezed around his shaft as he spoke. She seemed to try and stop, but failed instantly. “And you’re going to do it to yourself, Pen,” he said with a wicked grin. “You’re going to ride my fat dick until I cum and turn you into a cum drunk slut like Kat.”

He thought she’d wriggle or object. He enjoyed the brief seconds of power over his wife’s succumbing to desire. Then her arms shot forward and pinned him back against the chair. “You’re goddamn right I am.” Her pace picked up, her ass bouncing up and down on his cock with greater speed. “And I’m gonna shove my milky tits in your mouth until you have a belly full of milk. You have no fucking clue what’s going to happen, Miles. You’re going to be dragging your balls around in a wheelbarrow, begging for a hot cunt to empty them in. Not that you’ll have a shortage. I bet we can talk the boys into sharing. And it’s high time Becca finally put up or shut up.” Her mouth clamped down on his, tongue probing against his as she made faster, shorter strokes with her hips. Her mouth moved up to his ear, tongue sliding against his earlobe before she whispered, “Cum in me, baby, make me one of those fat tittied sluts.”

Miles groaned as he came. Penny’s pussy massaged him as he emptied his balls deep inside of her. He came until it hurt, and still he stayed hard, feeling the tightness of her hungry pussy around him. She shook and jerked on top of him, pulling his head into her chest. Finally, their convulsions passed, and they relaxed in each other’s arms, the warm cum flowing out into a puddle where their bodies met. As the waves of euphoria subsided, Miles experienced a calm clarity where he realized everything they’d said and whether it might all be true. “Christ,” Miles said. “That was…”

“Insane,” Penny answered. She climbed off of him. “I’m going to shower. We have a couple of hours before we start feeling the need again. We need a better plan than everyone turning into animals. So, think quick.”