Quaranteam
Copyright© 2026 by CorruptingPower
Chapter 3
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - When a global pandemic begins to wipe out all the men on the planet, a C-list fantasy author stumbles into a government research program designed to help keep men alive by partnering them up with as many women as possible.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Mult Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Rags To Riches Science Fiction Post Apocalypse Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Squirting Politics
June 21st, 2020
When Andy woke up the next morning, he was almost certain he’d been dreaming the events of yesterday. But he felt an odd sensation, so he lifted his head to look down and there was Aisling’s coppery ponytail bouncing over his crotch. And he could feel her lips sealed around his cock, as she continued to face fuck herself on his shaft.
Andy had never woken up to being blown before, and it was a delightful new experience. He tried to pull her head up, to give her a break, but she reached up and pressed his hand away with her own, a delightful little giggle rolling from her lips onto his dick.
He thrust his hips towards her face because it seemed like the thing she wanted him to do, and sure enough, she kept pushing her head down again and again. She wasn’t letting up until she got what she needed.
In the end, resistance was futile.
His body tensed up and his back arched as he felt her lips around the base of his cock, the head lodged in her throat as he started to spew cum. When he did, he could feel her body shake and quiver against his thigh.
A few minutes later, both of them had regained their composure, and she’d snuggled up alongside him, her face nestled in the crook of his neck as she laughed almost deliriously. “It’s actually true. The taste of your cum gives me an orgasm. Each and every time, harder than I’d ever known before I met you,” she purred. “You really do fuckin’ own me, daddy.”
“You say that,” Andy said, “but eventually you’ll get bored of me, and you’ll come to resent me. Resent being attached to me like this.”
She rolled over a little bit, pressing one of her arms against his chest as she shook her head, a crooked smile on her lips. “I woke up in the middle of the night and looked around the room while you were asleep. There are bookcases everywhere. My first boyfriend was a footie player who dreamed of going pro when he could barely get up in the morning. My second boyfriend? He was a shitty musician who claimed he was being artful when he couldn’t carry a tune. You’re surrounded by books. Have you read all of them?”
Andy shrugged a little. “Maybe half of them. But I like having books around, knowing that when I’m ready for another, it’s right there.”
“See?” she giggled. “I’ve never been with anyone so smart before. And I’ve never been with someone who’ll let me be myself and not force me to hide it.”
“Hide what?”
“What an absolute slut I am,” she said, kissing his neck. “Your absolute slut, if I’m honest.” She wasn’t trying to wind him up, just more of delighting in learning all the nooks and crannies of his body. “I’m not ashamed of who or what I am. And I don’t have to pretend I’m a good Catholic girl who’d never let a boy put his hand up her skirt when I’d rather be bent over getting my tight young gash plowed. You’ll have to do that next, have me on my hands and knees, your good little proper bitch.”
Andy laughed. “You sound rather eager for that.”
“Mmmmm,” she mumbled, nibbling on his ear, “you want me to beg again?”
“Let me do it later,” he said. “We should get up, shower, and we should definitely meet our new roommates.”
“I talked to Lily a bit on the ride over. I’ll tell you about it in the shower.”
Each of the bedrooms in the condo had an attached bathroom so they didn’t even have to get dressed to get up and move to the bathroom. She scooted ahead of him quickly, and he could see the inside of her thighs were damp as she climbed out of the bed and moved into the bathroom.
It was the first time he’d had a woman in his bathroom in a decade, and so he was a little embarrassed about the state of it. “Of course ye don’t have a hair dryer,” Aisling giggled, as she ran her fingertips over Andy’s shaved head. He’d started developing a bald spot in his mid-twenties, so he’d been shaving his head ever since then. “Don’t worry, I’ve got one in my suitcase. Speaking of which, you’re going to need to give me one drawer in that dresser all to meself. That okay?”
“You’re really in this for the long haul, aren’t you?” He turned on the water in the shower as he closed the top of the toilet.
She leaned in and folded her hands behind his neck, pressing her body up against his. “What did I tell ye? You. Own. Me.” She kissed him briefly in between each of the last three words. “But that means you belong to me as well. Wherever you go, I go. And I need to take care of you. And you need to take care of me.”
“I can clear out a drawer for you, no problem, Aisling.”
“See? It’s not that hard to pronounce, is it?”
“But hey, this is your bathroom now too, so feel free to make it home.”
“Oo!” she said suddenly and darted back out into the bedroom. Andy could hear her unzipping her little suitcase before she sprinted back in, a giant tricolor beach towel which she set on top of the toilet. It didn’t even take him half a second to recognize it was the colors of Ireland’s flag. “Little bit of the home country. Now let’s get wet. I’ve never taken a shower with another person before.” She lifted her fingers and pressed them against his hairy chest, almost shoving him back into the shower.
It was rather a long shower, where they got dirty before they got clean again.
About forty minutes later, they’d both gotten dried off and dressed and headed downstairs, Aisling bringing her laptop bag with her. Sitting on the couch was a Japanese American woman dressed in sweatpants and a baggy t-shirt typing away on her laptop while Eric was sitting at his desk on the other side of the room. Her black hair was striped with purple strands, and she looked rather short, even sitting, clearly the shorter of the two girls Andy had seen outside of their front door yesterday.
“Andy, meet Lily,” Eric said to Andy as he walked down the stairs. “She’s my new partner.”
“S’up,” Lily said, not even looking up from her typing, but lifting one hand in polite recognition that couldn’t really be called a wave, as her hand only went up and then back down again.
“She’s kinda in the zone right now. She’s a coder with DoorDash.”
“We talked a bit on the ride over here,” Aisling said. “Hi, I’m Aisling. I’m Andy’s first partner.”
“First?” Lily said, stopping typing and looking up and over her shoulder at them as they reached the bottom of the stairs, her look speaking volumes of judgment.
Andy scowled. “She didn’t mean it like that. I wasn’t a virgin.”
Lily snickered a bit, rolling her eyes. “I know. I’m fucking with you,” she said, looking back down to her laptop. “So how was he Ash?”
“Fucking amazing,” Aisling said. “How about yours?”
“I do have a name you know,” Eric said defensively.
“Good but not great,” Lily said, although her tone didn’t sound disappointed in the results. “But I’ll train him to be the best ever. Best for me, anyway.”
“Hi Eric,” Aisling said, shaking Eric’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“I cleared off the dining room table behind Andy’s desk to give you a bit of work space, Ash,” Eric said. “Lily said you’re an artist?”
“Graphic designer for Alphabet.”
Andy cocked his head as he and Aisling started to cross the living room, heading towards the dining room. “I didn’t know you were a Googler.”
“I’m a contractor for them, so they don’t really consider me a real Googler,” she sighed. “They might move me from contract to full time at some point, but it’s just as likely they’re going to just keep giving me new contracts over and over again.”
“Welcome to life in Silicon Valley,” Andy laughed. “Everything’s forever, for exactly five minutes. They needed it yesterday and won’t ask for it until tomorrow, and yet somehow, it’s never their fault. We both know the life all too well.”
Aisling pulled her laptop out of her bag and set it on the table, noticing the box pushed off to one side. “Blake Conrad, huh?” she said, taking a book out from the box. “My older brother loves these books, but I’ve never read any of them. Are you a big fan?”
From the other room, Eric couldn’t help but laugh. “Go on!” he yelled at Andy. “Tell her.”
Andy rolled his eyes, shaking his head to himself. Nobody had cared much at all for months, and now it had been relevant twice in two days. “Look inside the back flap.”
Aisling took the hardcover and opened to the back of it, looking at the inside flap where Andy’s picture peered back at her from the ‘about the author’ section. Andy’d never particularly liked the fact that the publisher insisted on having his picture there, but they were printing the books, so sometimes arguments were simply unwinnable. “Wait, are you Blake Conrad?”
“It’s a pen name, but yes.”
“Oh my god! I’m shagging Dermot’s favorite pen!” she giggled, clutching the copy of the book to her chest. “I can’t wait to phone him and tell him.”
“Mmm. I can even autograph a copy of the new one for him and you can mail it out to him, as long as he’s not going to be mad that I’m sleeping with his sister.”
Aisling set the book down next to her back, then pulled out a Wacom tablet for her laptop as well as power cords for both, plugging them into the wall. “Andy. You’re a bloody hero to him. He’ll be over the moon. He’ll have a million fucking questions for you, though, so feel free to tell him yer not gonna answer them all.”
“He’s not going to be upset that you’re shacking up with a guy you just met? Or that he’s going to have ... other women?”
Aisling kissed him for a long moment, soft and tender. “You’re sweet, Andy. But if the folks at the base were to be believed, this is just the way the world works now. And you’re a good man, so Dermot’ll be happy that I didn’t end up with someone crazy or ugly.”
“Oh, you don’t think I’m ugly?” Andy grinned impishly, as Aisling pushed him back down into his desk chair.
“Look here, fella,” she teased, poking him in the chest with a single fingertip. “If I thought you were ugly, I’d have said so upfront. Or I’d have chosen someone else. Now don’t you have work to get to or something?”
Andy turned on his computer and the two monitors on his desk sprung to life. “Well, yeah, but theoretically I’m on new partner leave, so I don’t really have to be working.”
She stuck her tongue out at him. “Well, I don’t get any such luxury as a contractor, so I need to get some work done today. How does a novelist get partner leave anyway?”
He sighed a little. “That’s just my side hustle. My day job is as a marketing writer for Netflix.”
Aisling’s face scrunched up in cute confusion. “The books don’t pay enough?”
“Not until they get optioned, which my agent seems to think will happen eventually, but hasn’t yet, so until it does, writing’s the side gig and marketing’s the main gig.” One of the cats, Huginn, hopped up onto the space where Andy’s keyboard usually rested, eager to be pet before he got to work, so Andy obliged and pet the rascal.
“I’ll have to read them then.” Andy tried to mask the look of surprise on his face, but apparently wasn’t great at concealing it. “What? I said I hadn’t read them, not that I didn’t want to read them.”
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