The Plague, Part One
Copyright© 2025 by LCT
Chapter 1
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Nearly all of humanity is killed by a plague. A middle aged man survives and finds two women who also survive. They plan to live together on a farm and grow their own food. The question of sex remains unresolved until one woman takes the issue in her own hands.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction First Big Breasts
My wife died on a Friday. I buried her in our back yard the next day and then walked around my neighborhood, looking for somebody, anybody, alive. Everyone was dead. I could smell their bodies. Was I the last person in the world to be alive? Back at my house, I poured myself a stiff gin and tonic and sat outside on my deck and drank it. Then I drank another and fell asleep. To my surprise I woke up the next morning. And the next morning. And the next.
Maybe I wasn’t going to die? By some quirk of fate or genetics, I was alive. I began to plan for the future. I could scavenge food and other stuff for a few years, but I was only 40 and, for the long run, I needed to become self-sufficient, to grow or procure my own food. Moreover, the business of surviving rather than just scavenging would give me a reason to live, instead of sitting around sucking on a bottle of gin.
I couldn’t stay in my house. The memories were too intense. I got in my car and began driving around the empty city and the countryside nearby. Somewhere out there was a perfect place for me to live. Plus, I might find other survivors. I wanted that to happen but it also scared me. What if they were unfriendly? I carried a pistol and a shotgun – both loaded – with me. I drove around for two days – and then I found it: an old farm house near a small, clear creek. There was a large overgrown vegetable garden and a few fruit trees, a fenced pasture, and a large pond that looked like it would be good for fishing. What persuaded me this was the place for me was the dog – a Labrador, skinny and starving, who greeted me with the faith and trust a good dog has in his human companions. I fed him a can of tuna, then entered the house.
The smell led me to a bedroom where the decaying bodies of a woman and man lay side by side in the bed. I wrapped the bodies in sheets and carried them outside; found a shovel in the barn, dug a hole, dumped the bodies in the hole, and covered them with dirt. Then I went back into the house and opened all the windows to allow the place to air out.
I loaded the dog into my car. Together we went off to seek supplies to begin our life of survival.
I found a large delivery truck near a supermarket. I siphoned gasoline out of abandoned automobiles to fill the tank and loaded up the truck with food for both me and the dog. Then, I went in search of a hardware store to collect more survival needs.
I rounded a corner and there, in front of me, standing on the street, were two women. I felt the chills run up and down my spine. They saw me at the same time I saw them and stared at the approaching truck. I stopped the truck in the middle of the street, tucked the revolver in the waistband of my trousers, and got out of the truck slowly, carefully, apprehensively. I had not seen a live person in more than a week. The dog barked in anticipation.
I waved and shouted “Hello” at the women. They waved back. They were frightened, as I was. I held my hands up and approached them. One of the women was about my age – forty – and was short and squat, with short black hair and a bulldog-like button nose and mouth. The other one was much younger, about twenty I judged, tall, willowy, blond, and beautiful. Both of them were wearing shorts and button-up blouses.
I held out my hand to the short squat woman and she took it. She broke down in tears and my vision was clouded by the wetness in my eyes. I turned to the younger woman and shook her hand. Her eyes were wide with terror. “I’m Robert,” I said.
The squat woman said, “I’m Louise.”
The young woman said, “I’m Jennifer.”
“Are you friends or relatives?” I asked.
“No,” Louise answered. “We met a few minutes before you arrived.”
“Are any other people around?”
Louise answered. “No, just us. We haven’t seen anybody. Everybody is dead.” She broke down in a cascade of sobs. “My husband, my children, my friends, all dead.”
Jennifer, shaky but coherent, said, “I drove here from the university in Charlottesville. My parents are dead in our house. I was looking for somebody – anybody – alive.”
“My wife is dead,” I said. “I’m looking for a place to live. To forget and start a new life. What are your plans?”
The two women looked at each other. “We don’t have any,” said Jennifer. “Are we going to die also?”
I shrugged. “Maybe not. Maybe we’re immune to the plague. That seems to be the only explanation as to why we’re still alive.” I changed the subject. “I am – was-- a teacher. High school science.” How about you?”
“I worked at Walmart,” said Louise.
“I was a sophomore in college,” said Jennifer.
I gave each of them a long look. Did I wish to join forces with them? Or live a lonely life by myself? Anything seemed better than a life alone – and the two women seemed normal, given the circumstances. I was aware that Jennifer was beautiful. I erased the thought of sex from my mind. Damn! My wife had only been dead for a week. I decided. “I’ve found a place nearby where I want to live. I plan on growing food. Maybe raising livestock. Does that interest you?”
“We have to stay together,” said Louise. “I can’t stand the thought of being alone.” Jennifer nodded assent. Both of them were crying.
“Get in the truck and we’ll go out to the place I’ve found.”
They climbed into the truck, the dog sitting on Jennifer’s lap. “What’s his name?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I haven’t given him a name.”
“He’s Sam,” she said definitively. The girl had steel in her voice. She had quit crying. Louise was still sobbing, clutching me to her, making it difficult for me to drive.
Both women approved of my choice of homes. It was a beautiful, pastoral place, close enough to the city for scavenging so long as we had gasoline. How long does gasoline last? I didn’t know. We needed to find a couple of horses for transportation when it soured, or evaporated, or whatever happened to old gasoline. I also needed a chainsaw to cut firewood. Winter would come and we would have to heat with wood. My mind was full of problems that needed to be solved. How about light? We could find lanterns in stores – but kerosene to use them. Where do you find kerosene? Vegetable seeds? I knew that seeds would not be viable for more than a year or two, so we had to grow vegetables and save their seeds. Horses, cows, pigs, chickens? I knew nothing about livestock. I had better find a library or a book store with information about homesteading.
It seemed overwhelming, but with three of us, it would be easier. If we could get along. That was a big if. We were three people from different worlds.
We unloaded the truck. The house had three bedrooms. The one I had found with the bodies smelled of them. We would use it for supplies and sleep in the other two, both of which were upstairs. The women chose the larger bedroom; and I took the smaller one.
“What do we do when we have to poop?” asked Jennifer. “There’s no running water.”
“We have to build an outhouse,” I said. “In the meantime, maybe we dig a hole.”
“Ugh,” she said, but with a smile.
“How are we going to cook?” asked Louise.
I hadn’t thought about that. “We’ll find a gas grill and scavenge a bunch of gas canisters and charcoal.”
We sat down on the sofa and in the chairs in the living room and contemplated the challenges ahead of us. It was hot in the house. We were all sweating. Finally, I said, “Our first priority seems to be a latrine. I’ll dig one. Why don’t you two organize the house? And make a list of what we need to find to live here.”
We ate lunch together on the porch of the house and then I found a shovel in the barn and dug a hole for the latrine. The two women unloaded the truck and organized the house. After I finished digging the hole, I was hot and sweaty. I took off my clothes and jumped into the pond and had a refreshing swim.