Chapter 34

Two weeks later...
Free City of Charlottesville

My cock dipped in plenty of juices from the dripping wet gash of Sarah Whitman after I entered her for the seventh stroke. Somehow, we were both increasingly drawn to each other and we just had the urge to couple, something particularly difficult to resist until we yielded to it at last. We hadn’t neglected our other partners by any means, but we had fucked a lot over the past two weeks, since just after the banquet thrown in my honor. It helped that we both definitely had Schumacher Syndrome by now.

It also helped that Tara, the woman who gave us all Schumacher Syndrome in the first place, had spent a lot of time bedding Mayor Ted Lansing, though not to the detriment of Ryan or me or anyone else. If anything, she spread her legs rather freely for the citizens of Charlottesville, male and female alike, and went out of her way to transmit Schumacher Syndrome to the locals. When she wasn’t nursing or otherwise mothering her new daughter, Lilith (don’t ask me why she chose that name), Tara was busy spreading joy throughout Charlottesville in whatever position her lovers preferred.

Tara liked to wear costumes as she did so, too, especially a sailor girl outfit that she found in a local strip mall. She just didn’t bother wearing panties beneath her skirts. She also went naked a lot, too. As for other ladies in my harem, Hannah was especially fond of walking around topless in her pregnant state and asking people of both sexes to give her a “Hannah handbra,” meaning to cup her breasts from behind. Autumn took great pleasure in wearing just Daisy Dukes and letting complete strangers cum all over her growing breasts (which expanded even more now that she was knocked up). She would come home with her bosom covered in jizz and invite anyone who wished to lick her flesh clean.

Eve was keen on publicly embracing her demonic form nowadays and often fucked a dozen or more folks a day in such a state. She bent over on the sidewalks and allowed anyone who wished to do so to take or lick her from behind. Or both, if they so desired. No man or woman could resist her, either, especially once infected with Schumacher Syndrome. As a demoness, she never bothered with clothes at all, just prowled the town in the nude as much as she could.

Stacy liked to challenge people to wrestle her to the ground and let anyone who defeated her take her in any position they chose. Naturally, people’s wrestling techniques improved in a hurry. She was already pregnant by me, so what did it matter what she did with anyone, anyway? She also liked to climb into bed with me when I returned from plowing Sarah and to straddle my freshly fucked cock to get as much of Sarah’s pussy juice inside her with my dick.

Becca and Sardha took particular delight in wearing only white cotton panties at any and all hours of the day, and then letting anyone fuck them who removed said underwear. The sex partners were then allowed to keep such delicates as trophies. They quickly ran out of undies, to put it mildly, but that was part of the fun for them in that game. The only other catch was that anyone who fucked Becca also had to fuck Sardha and vice versa. Then they were permitted to keep both ladies’ undergarments.

I stayed busy, too, and not just at prophesying, though I increasingly officiated most weddings in town. Couples kept inviting me to share their beds and fuck both partners, regardless of sexual orientation. In many cases, I was urged to help the groom consummate his marriage to the bride on their wedding night. Or both brides or both grooms, if it was a same-sex union. It was viewed as a special blessing and honor if a newlywed couple could entice me to fuck them both.

In some cases, I even removed the bride’s garter in lieu of the groom at their behest and fucked the bride at the wedding or reception. At the same time, I always invited the groom to either bugger me or take the bride’s backdoor (or screw one of my wives). This was done in public, in full view of the friends, family, and other guests. More than a few pregnancies by me resulted from such trysts. The Clarke family tree would have many branches indeed.

Wherever I walked, and I often chose to walk from place to place, women and girls aged fourteen to sixty followed and greeted me, often while scantily clad or even nude in spite of the weather and season. Whoever they were, if they offered me intercourse or anything of the sort, I always accepted such propositions and did my best to satisfy their needs. Some just wanted to be groped or felt up. Others bent over in front of me, in broad daylight (or by streetlight) and urged me to breed or sodomize them. Still others just wanted to suck my cock and swallow my holy spunk. Even some dudes participated, though fewer of those by comparison.

Suffice it to say that within a week, more than half of the adults in town had Schumacher Syndrome. Within a fortnight, there wasn’t an uninfected person in Charlottesville aged fourteen years and up. The strong preference for public, indiscriminate, bareback sex by my lovers and I, well, it had a definite impact on the public consciousness, as did the repeal of any “decency” laws.

Another thing that helped was the change in marriage laws, as witnessed by the marriage of Dougie Strafford to two local women, Barbara Foster and her daughter, Aubrey. He was the first of the thirty to decide to remain in Charlottesville, but he was hardly the last. He also got both wives pregnant in a hurry. If they minded his mild autism, they didn’t act like it. They also got hitched to each other, which was once illegal under incest laws, if not because of it being same-sex. No such ordinances or statutes remained on the books now.

Anyone who was at least fourteen years of age could marry or fuck anyone else of at least that age. Period. End of story. Teachers and principals wed their own students, students got married to each other, bosses with secretaries, etc. The old rules were out the window. The more that Schumacher Syndrome spread, the more wantonly and promiscuously everyone of age humped everyone else of age. In two days, a third of the fertile women in town were knocked up. A mere five days later, it was two-thirds. Just like that, the snowball effect moved ruthlessly ahead.