It is the time of Covid lockdown, and there is a gloom over the town. People are required to keep to their homes and only venture forth for necessary supplies or essential occupations, wearing masks and keeping two metres distant. Relatives cannot go to weddings, funerals or to visit loved ones dying in a hospice. Only members of the same household can be together socially. The Prime Minister himself has read out the rules and emphasized the need to keep them. Naturally this greatly reduces the ability of the population to indulge in social sex.
However, rules are only for the common folk. The PM and his pals party and fornicate freely, while passing on juicy contracts to relatives and spouses for Covid-related items of dubious quality.
The streetlights are off after midnight to save electricity. Cats and foxes are free to meet and mate, while feasting on the overflowing refuse bins and rubbish bags beside them, since so many collectors are off work with Covid. The bounty also helps the rats to reproduce, despite occasional losses to the cats and foxes.
The streetlight curfew was one of the initiatives of Councillor Griffiths (the wife of the former Mayor) who had just herself become Mayor when Covid began. Meanwhile her husband, who now goes by the name of Janice, was looking forward to performing the role of Mayoress. While Janice's transgender status was now both accepted and even fashionable, they decided their other sexual relations were not suitable for public knowledge, so dropped them, at least for the mayoral time. Quite a fortunate decision, since Covid now makes them both illegal and unwise. Surprisingly, they resumed marital relations, though not as before. Mayor Griffiths uses a selection of strapon dildos on Mayoress Griffiths and also receives cunnilingus. Apart from Janice's disappointment at the cancellation of public appearances, they are happier than they have ever been.
No longer serving Janice, Mr Sykes left his rented flat and is now a permanent resident of the local Bed & Breakfast. Fortunately this counts as a household under Covid rules, and he is free to fuck Ma Saunders and be sucked off by her husband. Mr Saunders declined the kind offer to fuck him as well, since he keeps his arse and cock solely for his lorry driver lover, Len. Lorry driving is an essential service so Len still stays overnight at least twice a week. Both wear masks and condoms, but their cocks and bums get their regular treats. However Mr Sykes is a godsend to Mr Saunders as he does appreciate some cock to suck in between the visits. Mr Sykes thinks it's better than marriage, with good food and his balls emptied every day.
Mr Sykes has also been useful, applying his specialist technical skill. There are now no windows or doors which stick or are difficult to lock or unlock. The lock levers slide in and out as smoothly and as snugly into their places as his stiff cock slides into Ma Saunders' lubricious hole. He has to wear a mask and approach from behind, but does not mind. In this matter, as in his criminal activities, he wears gloves and generally prefers to enter from the rear.
Eventually he persuaded Ma to offer guest services as before. It is technically criminal, so the Saunders would not have thought of it, but they agreed there is little risk of harm if done in the same way, plus a condom. The café is closed, but meals are still served to guests by Ma or Mr Saunders wearing a mask and gloves. Masks and gloves are now required in addition to condoms for guests privileged to part her luscious lady lips. From behind, of course, but no-one has complained. The sight of her magnificent arse and her obvious enjoyment generally give considerable stiffness to the fortunate cocks allowed into her divine depths.
Green Councillor Ms Hunter invited Independent Councillor Mr Fox to join her household during Covid. Despite the lure of constant copulation, he decided he could not commit to her company, cooking and lifestyle full-time, but still supports her at online council meetings with a hope for future intercourse.
It was Ms Hunter's turn to be disgruntled. Not quite as disgruntled as she and her parents were in 2004 when fox-hunting was made illegal, and they had to end their hunt saboteur activities, and find something else to be angry about. Still, she managed then, and manages now, talking to people who agree with her in the echo chamber of social media.
Mr Fox was relieved that she seems quite calm at the virtual council meetings. This may be due to the jade egg or Ben Wa balls which she has obtained from the internet. (Guaranteed hand-made from natural products by native people in adequate working conditions, and properly paid, so not cheap.)
Mr Fox was left to his own devices for sexual relief. Fortunately he has been able to buy devices that are supposed to replicate the private parts of delectable females. (Guaranteed factory-made in the latest synthetic materials at competitive prices.)
Atheist Mr Houseman was also left to his own devices now that Father Ted can no longer visit, and has embraced the technology of the internet age. Much of the time he is on internet forums. Mainly the ones where religious people try to promote their creed or argue against evolution. It is his special joy to point out their misapprehension of the Bible or Catholic theology, which he knows better than they do.
His own devices are now a variety of sex aids. He adds to his sexual satisfaction by naming them. This evening his prostate is being stimulated by Richard Dawkins while he fucks the Pope.
Mr Harris the Head Teacher is exhausted. Trying to give classes over the internet for most pupils while having some in school for pupils of essential workers who cannot stay home is a trial for all the staff concerned, him most of all. The classrooms are cold because the windows are open and teachers have to shout from a distance to masked children who mumble back. Naturally, he and all the teachers themselves caught Covid, but as the Head he still worked on administration when he was at home feeling dreadful. His only dream is of the summer vacation and a long rest. Mrs Harris dutifully sucks his cock and frigs herself dreaming of the day when she can get some pussy again. Neither of them can make the effort for pegging.
