Azizam

[October 2025]

I went to bed on Sunday night on what appeared to be just another day.

When I awoke Monday morning, the world had changed dramatically, Overnight, a group calling themselves the "Anti-Putin League" had eliminated everyone in North America who had any sort of power (politicians, judges, financiers, executives, religious leaders, members of law enforcement/security organizations, civil servants, even newscasters and popular social media personalities) who, in the APL's judgment, was "a stooge of Vladimir Putin."

When I awoke on Tuesday morning, the APL had done the same thing in South America. And Putin himself found a note on his bedside table, written in Cyrillic, reading YOUR HOURS ARE NUMBERED.

The next night, it was all of Oceania. Then all of Asia, and despite switching locations four times in 48 hours, Mr. Putin found another note, again in Cyrillic, on his bedside table. This note read ANTICIPATION OF DEATH IS WORSE THAN DEATH ITSELF.

Next, Africa. Then the next night, every remaining country except Russia. And on the seventh night, Russia itself.

The APL then posted a chilling warning on social media to all the remaining powerful people and leaders on the planet. "We will be making our demands this afternoon. Any of you who does not obey them instantly will be considered to be a stooge of the late Vladimir Putin and treated accordingly."

Of course, after seeing what the APL had already done, everyone hastened to obey their demands to the letter. That week became known as "The Week of Turmoil": the surviving Putin supporters (the ones, that is, who were not in a position of power of any kind) instead called it "The Week from Hell."

[January 2047]

I had been a young boy, just seven years old, when the Week of Turmoil happened. But even I could see the radical changes in society. The newly formed world government eliminated the concepts of war, capitalism, money, military, criminal gang (those had all been wiped out by the APL in any case: they were all deemed to be stooges of Putin), greed, hatred, and selfishness. Humans collectively focused on eliminating or mitigating global issues. There was a lot more entertainment, and people had time for it now that they didn't have to slave away in a capitalist hellscape to survive.

Linda had been ten years old when the Week of Turmoil happened. She was now an entertainer -- a singer, to be exact. She was a curvy, busty brunette, and had a beautiful voice. I had been crushing on her for a while. I walked over to the park, sat in the center of the front row, and listened to her sing, never taking my eyes off her. She noticed. After she was done, she stepped over to me.

"It's obvious you really like me. What's your name?"

"James."

"Want to meet me by the fountain tomorrow and chat? We can each bring a lunch. Say at noon?"

"Works for me."

The next day, we met at noon. She was several inches shorter than my five-foot-eight, and her wavy, shoulder-length hair contrasted with my red buzzcut. I'm slender and toned.

"Hello again, James."

I gave her a hug. "Hi, Linda."

We settled down by the fountain and had a pleasant chat, while eating our food. She told me that she didn't get a lot of admirers, because even with all the changes in society, most men still liked rail-thin women. I told her that I admired her for more than just her body: she was a very talented singer. We had both grown up in this neighborhood and gotten the standard education, plus the college classes we liked (online, of course.) We were both avid readers and frequented the local library. She liked fiction, while I preferred nonfiction. We agreed to a date the next day at the open field. She then returned to the park and sang some more.

We made a fire balloon together in the field, after she had sung in the park again, and talked some more. We flew kites the next afternoon after her singing in the park, and Linda informed me that she wanted to accelerate the relationship. (We were both disease-free.) "I know you're trying to be patient, but I'm probably hornier than you are. Like I said, not a lot of men like women with my body type." I had no objections, so the next day I was over at her place, meeting her after she returned from the park.

She didn't waste time. After pit stops, we went directly to her bedroom and got naked. She posed for me, giving me a full view of her front, then rotated, bent over, spread her legs and wiggled her round butt at me. When she turned back around, my cock was hard.

"You really do like my body," she said, smiling at me.

"You're gorgeous," I replied. We got on the bed, and I lay on my back. She reached a hand down and rubbed my balls.

"I hope you have a nice big load in there." With that, she slid her body forwards, climbed half on top of me, and seized my lips with hers. The kiss was intense and passionate. She pried my mouth open and slid her tongue what felt like halfway down my throat. I kissed her back with avidity. When we broke the kiss for air, I was gasping for breath.

She slid her body upwards, presenting her big, soft breasts to my face. I gently kissed my way through her cleavage, making her giggle. Then I kissed up to her nipple and sucked on it. She made a pleased sound, so I repeated the process with her other breast and gave that nipple a suckle.

"Keep going," she whispered, wrapping her arms around me. I sucked more on her breasts, switching my mouth between them regularly so they both got attention. I put my arms around her and gave her butt a good grope. She smiled and said, "I'm glad you like." I continued to grope her bum while I kissed and sucked her breasts. Her arms tightened around me, holding me more firmly in place. I flickered my tongue over the tips of her nipples, and she moaned.

"I want that tongue elsewhere," she said, unlocking herself from around me. She shifted her body and lowered her pussy onto my face. I licked along her lower lips, tasting her honey, then slid my tongue between her folds. She pressed her body downwards. I put my hands on her rump and held her in place as I licked. She shivered a bit as I drove my tongue farther inside her. I began moving it in circles, gathering her nectar and swallowing it. She locked her thighs around my head. I groped her butt and sped the circular motion of my tongue. She grasped one of my hands and moved it, and I felt my fingertip brush against her clit. I got the hint and began very gently circling her nub with my fingertip as I lapped away. She moaned and her body quivered. I continued to drive my tongue into her. Her legs tensed around me and she tightened her thighs. I moved my tongue faster, and with a lusty roar, she unleashed a gusher of her love-juice. I gulped down as much of it as I could.

She climbed off me. "You do know how to make a woman feel good. My turn to do you."

She got between my legs and licked my balls a few times, making my cock fully hard. Then she licked up my shaft to the head. I quivered slightly as she traced a delicate pattern on it with her tongue. She slipped her lips down over it, then began bobbing her head up and down, licking along my pole. She moved a hand to my balls and began caressing them as she blew me. I whimpered as she slid her head all the way down, taking my entire rod into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the base, then lashed it up and down. Her hand on my balls moved sensually, and I could feel them filling. She opened her throat and took me all the way in, now using two hands on my nut sack. I let out a gasp as I felt myself approach climax. She swirled her tongue around my cock, and I erupted, shooting jets of cum straight into her eager throat. She sealed her lips around me and swallowed my entire load. Then she popped her head up and licked her lips.

"I think your dick needs time to recharge," she said. We lay down and she activated the entertainment center. We cuddled, watched some video clips, ate some food when we got hungry, and chatted. Before I knew it, it was time to sleep. I put my arms around her and held her as she curled up with her head on my chest.

After we both woke up and did our morning routine, she rejoined me on the bed. "You know what the best part about no longer living in a capitalist hellscape is?"

"I do not."

"It means you don't have to slave away at a job to survive, which means you can stay right here on this bed while I ride your cock."

With that, she reached down and stroked me with one hand while rubbing her pussy with the other hand. When I was hard, she climbed onto me and slid her box down over my rod until I was all the way inside.

"You feel just as good inside me as I had imagined. Now I'm going to fuck you, handsome."

"Please do," I murmured. Linda began sliding up and down, putting her hands on my chest for balance. I lay still and enjoyed the feel of her pussy wrapped around me for a moment, then my own body began moving in rhythm with hers. She moved with a smooth, steady rhythm, clearly not in a rush. I didn't mind. She leaned her torso forwards, dangling her breasts. I lifted my head and took her nipple in my mouth. She made an approving sound as I sucked on it while beginning to thrust upwards more firmly into her. I put my hands on her hips to help slide her up and down on my rod. She moaned more loudly and her thighs locked around my waist. "Ooooh," she panted. "Fuck me harder." I sped up my thrusts, and she let out a roar as an orgasm ripped through her. Her body shivered and her pussy twitched violently around my pole.

She climbed off me, then got on her hands and knees. "I know you like my round butt. Grab some lube, lube me up and fuck it until you finish inside me." I rubbed some lube into her ass crack, then slowly moved my cock forwards. She eased her body backwards until my dick was hilted in her bumhole.

"Good boy. Take your time. I'm a kinky slut: I love being butt-fucked."

"I'll be gentle. It's very tight." I moved slowly, pulling out a small distance, then sliding back in until I was hilted again. I repeated the slow movements a few more times, then gradually built an easy rhythm as her body relaxed and accommodated my dick. She began pushing her body backwards, trying to get me as deep as possible inside her. I put my hands on her hips and helped guide her movements. I continued my slow rhythm, enjoying the feel of her strong muscles around my cock. I enjoyed it a lot more when she suddenly orgasmed, and as her pussy twitched, my rod could feel the vibrations through her anal wall. She moaned lustily and began trying to speed things up, moving her butt back and forth faster. I continued to go slowly, not wanting the feel of her amazing butt around me to stop. She reached back and began massaging my balls with her hand. I obediently sped up my motions a bit. Her ass muscles were now actively trying to milk my balls dry. I gave in when she orgasmed yet again. Jets of my cum filled her rear, and I momentarily collapsed onto her. We both took a long instant to recover.

When we had the strength to move, we untangled our bodies and cleaned up together in the shower. As I soaped her breasts, I said, "You weren't kidding about being a horny bitch. I love it."

She giggled. "And a kinky slut." Then she kissed me. We finished showering without plowing each other again, though it took some willpower.

We dried off and clothed ourselves. She put on a pretty dress. We ate a meal to refuel our bodies. "Time for my daily sing in the park," she said. "You coming with me?"

"Of course." I happily followed her out the door.