The Plague
Copyright© 2025 by LCT
Chapter 2
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 2 - 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 Mult Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Farming Post Apocalypse Sharing Polygamy/Polyamory White Male White Female First Oral Sex Big Breasts Nudism
I was tense at breakfast after my night with Louise. She, Jennifer, and I ate peanut butter and crackers at the kitchen table. I was reminded that I needed to scavenge a grill and some fuel so we could cook decent food. Louisa was smiling and affectionate. She was wearing the sun dress and making no effort to hide her bulging tits as she bustled around the kitchen. She paused behind my chair and massaged my shoulders. Her affection was accentuated by an air of triumph and ownership that made me uncomfortable. Jennifer was silent.
When I finished my breakfast I said to Jennifer, “Will you help me finish weeding the garden?”
“Oh, no,” said Louise. “I need help in the house. Stay here, Jennifer.” She stared at me.
I responded. “The house seems to be in pretty good shape. We need to care for the garden. We need better food.”
“I can’t do all this work by myself,” Louise replied tartly. “She can help me clean up.”
I turned to Jennifer, sitting beside me at the table. “Let’s leave it up to you, Jennifer. What do you want to do?”
She replied without a pause and without looking at me. “I want to work outside.”
Louise gave Jennifer a venomous look and walked away. In her mind, I guessed, our fuck made her my mate in this little world of three survivors. Jennifer was a youngster to be bossed around and, worse, a younger, prettier rival. “Oh, shit!” I thought to myself, “I knew that fucking Louse last night was going to cause a problem. I’m an idiot!”
Jennifer and I walked together from the house to the garden. I noticed she was wearing the same t-shirt as the day before but without a bra. The outline of her nipples was noticeable through the thin cloth. Is she doing this with a motive in mind, I asked myself, or is she just trying to be comfortable in the heat?
“I don’t want to weed the garden,” she said with defiance in her voice. “I want to go look for horses and other animals. We’ll need them. The gasoline won’t last forever.” She pointed to a pasture several hundred yards away. “I can see cows on the hillside over there and we need some chickens. I’ll take that car.” The dead people who had lived in the house left an automobile parked in front of the barn.
“Do you know anything about horses? Or livestock?”
“I can ride.” She paused, waiting for my reaction.
I thought before answering. One day into our little world of three people we were at the edge of dissolving in acrimony. “Look, I’m sorry about what happened last night. We’re all traumatized. Louise needed me and I responded. Maybe my need was as great as hers. That’s all that happened. I don’t want you to be angry.”
“I’m not angry with you. I don’t like her bossing me around.”
“She’s scared. She lost her family – everything. We’re all scared – and scared people aren’t always nice.”
Jennifer looked up at me, meeting my eyes. “I need you too,” she said. Our two hands touched for just a moment. She stepped away from me with a smile and said, “I’m going to take the car and look around.” Jennifer, it seemed, was not above using her charms to get what she wanted.
“I don’t know where the keys are or how much gas is in the tank.”
“It’s almost full and I found the keys.” With that Jennifer smiled, turned around and walked to the car, got in, started it, and drove down the long driveway to the paved highway. She turned right and disappeared into the trees lining the highway.
Louise came out on the porch. “Where is she going?”
“She’s looking for livestock.”
“You have to control her. We can’t have her going out on her own.”
“She can do what she wants, Louise.” I paused a long moment. “Look, we have to get along, to cooperate.”
Louise stepped off the porch and onto the overgrown lawn where I was standing. She put her arms around me and pressed against me and raised her face, inviting me to kiss her. I ignored the invitation. “Please be nice to Jennifer.”
She pushed away from me. “She’s young and pretty and that’s why you’re so concerned about her!”
That was not untrue. I had fucked Louise and enjoyed it, but I would never be in love with her. I didn’t want her to own me. She was a woman I would not have given a second glance before the plague. She probably realized that. I fumbled for words. “No, Louise. I want us all to work together and be happy. If that is possible.” I thought for a moment. “I’ll fuck you again, but I want you to be nice to Jennifer.”
“Will you fuck Jennifer too?” She was demanding an answer.
“I don’t know. That depends on her.” I thought a moment before I continued. “There’s no need for jealousy.”
That was the wrong thing to say. “I’m not jealous!” she shouted at me. “I’m working my fingers to the bone while that girl is out running around. You like her!”
“Of course, I like her, Goddammit! I like you too. We’re all alone in this fucked-up world and I’m trying to get along with you two. You’re not in competition with her. We’re trying to form our own little society to survive.”
“I can’t stay here if you fuck Jennifer.” That was her ultimatum. She walked away from me and went into the house.
The sun was high in the sky when I tired of working in the vegetable garden. I had weeded, supported the tomato plants with stakes, and harvested beans and corn. I had not seen Louise or Jennifer all morning.
I was heading toward the pond to wash away the sweat when I heard a shout. It was Jennifer. She was walking down the driveway toward the house and she was leading two horses on a rope along with a very skinny border collie dog. I turned and walked toward her and asked in amazement. “Where did you find the horses? How did you catch them?”
“Up the hill, in a pasture. They came to me easily,” she said triumphantly. She was smiling proudly. “There are cattle there also. I think this dog may know how to herd and can help us collect them, but he’s starving.” Our labrador retriever came out to greet this new dog.
“Let’s put the horses in the pasture and feed the dog. Congratulations! We’ll need those horses. Where’s the car?”
“I left it along the highway.”
“We’ll go get it later.” I shouted at the house. “Louise! Come out and see the horses Jennifer found.” There was no reaction. Louise did not come out of the house. Jennifer and I led the horses to the fenced pasture. We stood together by the fence and watched as the two horses explored their new home.
Jennifer and I then walked to the house and entered, the two dogs following us. Louise was in the kitchen.
“Where can I find a can of fish or meat to feed the dog?” I asked Louise.
“All the food we’ve gathered is in the third bedroom – the smelly one.” Louise’s answer was hostile and she didn’t even greet Jennifer. The third bedroom was where I had found the two bodies of the people who had lived on the farm. Jennifer ignored Louise.
I found a can of salmon and fed the dog outside, then went back into the house. All three of us sat at the table and ate a lunch of cold canned chile and saltine crackers. “We need better food. We need to make a run into town and get something to cook with,” I said. “Maybe all three of us can go and fill up the truck.” I was hoping that a foray into town with all three of us would soften the animosity between the two women.
We drove the van into the city and spent the afternoon collecting food and equipment from grocery, drug, clothing, and hardware stores. (I surreptitiously found several large packages of condoms, and hid them in a sack of men’s clothing. I didn’t need them for Louise who had told me her tubes were tied – but Jennifer?) We found a gas grill, several canisters of propane as fuel for the grill, cases and cases of dog food, packets of vegetable seeds, and flashlights and lanterns. We found an outdoor products store and collected all the packages of dried food in the store as well as camping and outdoor items. We even stopped at the city library and I found books on homesteading, gardening, and animal husbandry.
The two women barely spoke to each other. Jennifer was animated and enjoyed our scavenging expedition. Louise was quiet and sullen.
We unloaded our loot back at the farm – which was quite a task and left us all sweaty and tired. “I’m going to wash off in the pond,” I announced.
“I’ll join you,” Louise said. Jennifer said nothing but walked along with us to the pond.
“I’ll bathe here,” I said, stopping on the shore of the lake. I sat down and began taking my shoes off
“I’ll go down the shore,” said Jennifer.
Louise said nothing, but began stripping off her clothing beside me as Jennifer walked away. When we finished removing our clothing, we paused, looking at each other. I am tall, slender, and (I suppose) good looking; Louise was a foot shorter than me, plump with enormous tits and wide hips, and an unruly black thatch of hair covering her pussy. She took my hand in hers and we walked together into the cool water.
“She is asserting ownership of me,” I thought to myself. “How do I handle this?” I broke away from her hand and swam to the middle of the pond. She stayed, standing in the shallows. I hazarded a quick glance in the direction of Jennifer. She was naked, a lovely girl wading into the pond, only about fifty feet away, close enough that I could see the pink of her nipples. “She wanted to be seen,” I thought to myself.
I made up my mind while I was swimming. “Enough,” I thought, “of letting the venom fester between the two women. I need to take charge of this situation.” I paddled to shore and stood up beside Louise. She nestled close to me and her hand sought my cock. I pushed it away. “No, Louise, we have to resolve this. The three of us. Together. I’m not going to fuck you until we do.” I formulated a plan in my mind.
I called to Jennifer who was swimming. “Jennifer! Come down here. Let’s talk.” She waved assent and swam back to the shore.
There was a wooden dock at the edge of the pond and I sat down on it, naked. Louise sat down beside me, also still naked. Down the way, Jennifer saw Louise and I sitting on the dock. I motioned for her to come and she picked up her clothes and carried them with her as she walked toward us. She had a bit of swagger in her naked walk. “She’s no shrinking violet. Maybe that’s good,” I thought to myself. “We’re all nude, naked, needy, and we need to set some rules in this community.”
Jennifer sat down on the dock on the other side of me, her hips touching me as were Louise’s. I began. “I intend to treat each of you equally. I want both of you to accept that. We’re can’t fight with each other. The stakes are too high. I fucked Louise last night. That was a mistake.”
Louise protested loudly. “You wanted to fuck me!”