The White
Copyright© 2012 by ahorsewithnoname
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - In a world where 90% of the male population died due to a plague, it is the females that suffer a worse fate. The plague altered their DNA to the point that they could not survive for long without what became known as "the White"... semen. If that wasn't bad enough, the best quality, the most nourishing, came from those closest genetically, i.e. FAMILY. You can read a bunch of reader's comments over at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Fa/ft Blackmail Coercion Consensual Rape Reluctant Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Post Apocalypse Sharing Incest Mother Father Daughter Group Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
My wife just rounded the corner and saw the look on my face. She rushed over.
“What? What’s happened.” She was right in front of me now, her hand touching my arm at the elbow.
“It’s Sarah. She missing.”
“Please ... please let me have it,” begged the young girl to her captors.
The two men simply grinned at her. They’d found her wandering down the street, aimlessly, until she saw them. They thought she would run, and she did ... right at them. When she asked for some White from them, they grinned for the first time at her.
Now, they were grinning again, grateful that temporary dementia caused by White deprivation was working in their favor.
“What’s yer’ name sweet thing?” said the one with the bad haircut and lots of tattoos.
“It’s-s-s-s-aaarah,” said the attractive co-ed, wearing a short dress under her coat, showing off ample legs.
“Well Ssssaaarah, what can we do for you?” replied the one with the receding hairline and pock-marked face.
“I n-n-need some White. Please.” She looked back and forth to each of them for some sign.
The two bums looked at each other as if they’d won the lottery.
“How much money do you have on you?” ask Bad Haircut.
Sarah looked stunned, then reached into her pockets, coming up with nothing. She hadn’t thought to bring her purse with her.
“I um ... um...” she stumbled.
“You come here, looking for White, and you don’t have any money?” snorted Pock Face. “You know how valuable our White is, missy?” he sneered at her.
“I’m sorry ... I ... forgot ... I have money back home I can get you ... please ... just let me have some White now and I’ll go get money and bring it back, I promise,” desperation in her voice.
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