Quaranteam 808 State Ch 16 17

Author's Note:

Mahalo nui loa to Devin McTaggert (CorruptingPower) for permitting me to write into his world. And as always, mahalo to the other spinoff authors and our reader friends in the Writer's Room, for helping me to make sure I'm keeping true to the setting and for their encouragement. As of this posting, the other QT Spinoff Authors who have published are BreakTheBar, AgathonWrites, SilverRyden, RonanJWilkerson, OtterlyMindblowing, The_Licentious_Laureate, 32inch, BronanTheLibrarian, lokisluckwriting, and percheron. Please, go and check out their works, if you haven't already! Finally, mahalo to you, reader, for taking the time to read, and hopefully enjoy!

Chapter 16

July 13, 2020

Unbalanced by Gwen sharply yanking on his shirt, Mal stumbled into the bedroom, tripping on his own feet and falling to the carpet. He rolled over to see his petite wife — clad in a shirt and underwear — close and lock the door before she whirled to face him, her back against it.

"Mal. I'm ready. It's not the vaccine this time — I'm in control. " She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply.

"Yes, yes,

I

am. I'm still the one making the decisions, Mal, and that's why we're doing this now, when

I

choose to do it. Choose you, my love. Like I chose you when we started dating. Like I chose you when you proposed. Like I chose you on our wedding day."

Gwen advanced toward her husband, as she started to pull her shirt off. "At every turn, Mal,

I

chose

you

. I will

continue

to choose you. Do you remember this bra?"

With Gwen's shirt removed, Mal could see that she was wearing a lacy purple shelf bra, her nipples exposed, her barely medium-sized breasts spilling out even more than intended — a piece of lingerie he'd bought for her shortly after they got married — and one he'd only seen on her once before.

"Gwen, I- You kept it? But you hated that bra — you were annoyed that I'd bought it for you!"

Gwen straddled her husband, and settled herself down on him, moaning softly as she felt his stiff cock under her.

"Yes, I thought it made me look cheap and slutty — still do, but I wanted you to be entirely clear that I accept what is happening here, Malcolm. Our lives are going to change forever — have already changed forever. I already told you that you would be the only man to fuck me and I'm sorry that I haven't been interested or even just receptive over the years."

Gwen leaned forward and kissed Mal, gently, a kiss that intensified as her husband wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his body. She sighed as her exposed nipples rubbed against the cotton of his shirt, their sensitivity heightened by the serum coursing through her body.

She broke the kiss and pushed herself up creating some space before she began tugging at Mal's shirt. "Take it off, Mal, I want to feel my nips pressed against your bare chest."

As Mal worked to remove his shirt, while still lying trapped below his wife, Gwen ground her crotch against his cloth-imprisoned cock, feeling her sodden underwear bunching in her cunt. "Mmm. I'm gonna want some of that really soon too — and I think you'll probably need a fresh pair of jeans, husband. I'm pretty sure I've left a wet spot already.

"I want you to fuck me, Mal, and while I can't promise I'll want it tomorrow, or even the next day, you and I both know that I

will

want it again. And again. I hope you can understand that I don't

want

to want it too often, Mal, and that you won't be upset or angry with me if I don't seek this out as often as Evelyn or Kirsten will?"

Mal finally succeeded in removing his shirt and Gwen pressed herself back against her husband, rubbing her nipples against him and moaning with pleasure before continuing her thought. "That girl is VERY smitten with you, Mal. You'll need a crowbar to pry her out of your bed, I think."

"Unhhh, Gwen, gods, I feel like I'm about to explode here. Or break something in my pants."

Gwen snickered. "Aww, my poor man. Am I making it... Hard, for you? I know what will help." Gwen pushed back up, reached between her breasts and unwrapped the front closure, letting her tits fall freely before Mal's face.

"Go on," she cooed. "I know you need to. Go ahead, Mal."

That permission was all Mal needed. His head darted forward and he latched onto one of Gwen's breasts, even as he pulled her upwards and against him. Gwen let out a slight protest as her barely-covered pussy separated from Mal's jeans-clad cock, but she began rubbing her wet crotch against Mal's lower abdomen.

"Oh, Mal, darling, that feels good. I might have to reconsider my thoughts on breast play, if it feels like that now. But, my love, I need cum. Your cum. In me. I want it, Malcolm, and I feel the need building in me. I'm getting closer to the point where I'm just going to try and take it from you again.

"So let's get up, get those fucking jeans off you, and you can fuck my slippery wet cunt until I pass out — and for however long afterwards you want, my darling husband." Gwen pulled her breast from Mal's mouth with an audible pop and stood up. She stepped over him to the bed, turning to face him before she pushed her panties down over her hips.

A string of pussy juice drooled from her labia, connected to her underwear as they slid down her legs, leaving a glistening trail on her inner thighs. "Fuck, I'm so wet I'm dripping, Mal. I need you in me. Please, quickly now," she pleaded.

Gwen turned and climbed onto the bed, lying on her side, her back to the center, her knees spread to allow Mal access to her cunt.

Mal frantically tore at his belt, slapping the tail against his arm in his haste to unbuckle it. Not even standing, he unbuttoned and shoved his jeans and boxers off before rising and climbing onto the bed.

"No licking now, husband, I need fucking." Gwen was almost begging. Mal could tell she was feeling the need, the soon-to-be-uncontrollable desire close to peaking inside her. "Need to be fucked, your cock, your cum, please Mal, give me, give it, please!"

Mal settled in behind Gwen — they'd worked out long ago that this was the least painful position for her — at least for the initial penetration. Sometimes, once Mal was fully sheathed in Gwen's cunt, she would turn and ride him, or they'd rotate to a missionary position — but always without separating, which made for some interesting sexual gymnastics.

But for the past few years, this spoon-sex position had typically been it. When there had been an it, that is.

Mal slid his cock between Gwen's wet pussy lips, and the local Japanese woman began writhing and groaning and twitching immediately. Her cunt clenched shut so tightly that Mal couldn't push his cock into her, so he just held himself between her labia, rubbing against her slit as she thrashed in the grip of her orgasm.

Panting and wild-eyed, Gwen turned her head to look at Mal over her shoulder. "Fuck, Mal, I just came so hard — it was NEVER that good before. Come on, you — you know I want this — and I know you want me, so ram your dick in me and fill your MILF with cum. I'm so fucking horny and wet I don't care if it hurts — not at all!"

Gwen spread her knees wider, allowing Mal easier access to her pussy, and she whined as he pushed the head of his cock past the opening of her cunt.

"Need it, Mal, need it. Fuck me, fuck your bitch wife. I won't- Can't tell you to stop! Fuck me full of that cum, I need your cum Mal, been going out of my mind, want it so bad!"

Mal leaned over his wife, getting her attention so she knew he wanted to kiss her again, and she eagerly locked her lips against his, although she continued to moan into his mouth even as their tongues sparred.

As soon as he broke the lip-lock to focus on entering Gwen's cunt further, his petite wife resumed her verbal torrent.

"Oh, God, Mal, you're stretching my cunt out so good, I feel every bit of you sliding in my wet pussy, stretching me, filling me — Oh, Mal, I'm so fucking wet, so fucking horny, it doesn't hurt a goddamn bit — this is what it was like when we first started fucking Mal, fuck me, fuck me full of your cum, this is it, but it was never this fucking good, Mal, never this fucking incredible!" Gwen was frantic, raving, almost wild as she pushed herself onto him.

Mal, now nearly entirely inside Gwen, released his hold on her hips, patting the inside of her knee so she lifted her leg, allowing him to change his angle slightly as she draped it over him, her other leg stretched against his. He wormed one arm under Gwen so he could squeeze the breast that was closest to the surface of the bed, his other hand rubbing her clit as he rocked his hips back and forth, thrusting his cock deep into Gwen's body.

This was their most familiar love-making position, and Mal enjoyed watching Gwen's shoulders and back move as she ground herself down against his cock — this level of engagement from her was — not new, but had been absent for a very long time. And Mal was VERY much enjoying not feeling like he was the only participant.

"Uh, you like, unhh, like that Gwen? Like feeling my cock deep inside your tight wet cunt?" Mal's free hand left Gwen's clit and he stroked up her body until he reached her tit and briefly squeezed it, before moving his hand to her shoulder and pushing as she thrust down, wordlessly telling her she could go at him even harder if she wanted.

Gwen responded with even more ferocity, and Mal thought he could hear the sound of her sliding on the bedsheet as she slammed her cunt down on him even harder.

"Fuck me, Mal, fuck me hard, that's so good, yes, yes, I needed your cock in me, Mal, need it so bad! Cum for me, please, Mal, I need that cum in me, I should have cum, I'm so close, but I can't cum without you, you fu-fuck me, I need it! Not fair-I can feel it right there-all day long-been frustrated-one cum, and now I can't have another-need it Mal, need it!"

Gwen reached down between her legs and stroked the shaft of Mal's cock, right between her pussy lips. The added stimulation tipped Mal over the edge, and he stiffened and thrust deeply into his wife's cunt as his cum shot into her; his free hand reached again for her tit and squeezed hard.

Gwen shrieked in pleasure as her orgasm, freed at last from the vaccine-imposed gate, finally hit. "Ai-yeah! Oh fuck, oh fuck! Cum, fu-cum-"

Gwen suddenly went limp, like a marionette with its strings cut. Mal's cock hadn't finished yet, and as he continued straining against his wife, he heard her start repeating the word he'd heard from Evelyn the day before, "Imprinting, imprinting, imprinting."

Mal wasn't sure how long he was locked in his sexual rigor. Intellectually, he knew it couldn't have been that long, but hearing his wife repeat that word, while she was otherwise totally unresponsive, and he was unable to force his thighs to relax... It seemed an eternity to Mal.

Finally, his buttocks unclenched, his muscles relaxed, and he was in control of his body again.

"Gwen, darling? My love?"

*Shit, nope, she's totally out. Just like with Evelyn yesterday. Fuck, EXACTLY the same as Evelyn yesterday. I cum, they cum, then they fucking pass out. But just the first time, Mal, just this one time. Next time you and Gwen make love, you know it won't be like this — she'll be involved after you cum, it's just this one time. And Gwen told you what she wants — expects — and what you're permitted to do while she's unconscious.*

Carefully, so his still partially-erect dick wouldn't slip from Gwen's cunt, Mal shifted so he was again pressed against her body fully. He pulled his pinned hand from below Gwen, and with his other, previously free hand, he pulled her tightly against him, burying his face in the hollow of her shoulder.

While Gwen continued to repeat "Imprinting," Mal began to cry.

*****

Mal wasn't sure how long he laid there holding Gwen's unresponsive body. She'd stopped saying "imprinting" after a little while, and to all appearances was just in a deep sleep. One that Mal knew she could not be awakened from.

*Not even by true love's kiss*

Mal thought bitterly.

*Not that I'm that anyway. Damn it, Gwen. How the fuck am I supposed to do this? Seemed like you sure as hell enjoyed it — was it all vaccine, or was there some part that was real? Some part that was my wife, returning from the barren sexual wasteland?*

Mal felt his eyes start to burn again. "Really fucking wish you were here to tell me how

you're

feeling about all this, Gwen." He buried his face back in her hair.

At some point, prior, while Mal had been weeping, his cock had shrunk and slipped from Gwen's cunt. Mal could feel their combined fluids puddled and drying where their thighs pressed together, but he didn't care. He was so lost in his thoughts, confusion, remorse, grief, that he failed to hear the sound of the door unlocking, opening slightly, or Evelyn's quiet call to him.

Mal became aware of Evelyn and Kirsten's presence in the room when the former spoke loudly to him, "Mal! Pull yourself together! You need to get up, get Gwen cleaned up, and get her off the bed so we can change the sheets!"

Confused, Mal began fumbling for the sheet to pull over himself and Gwen. "Evvy? Kirsten? What the hell are you two doing in here? Out! Gwen's-"

Kirsten cut him off. "Mal. It's okay. Gwen told me that if you didn't come out, she wanted us to come and check on the two of you. She figured with how you were feeling about this, you might freak out afterwards — I told you she knows you better than anyone."

Mal blinked his eyes, shaking his head. "No, I- Uh." He fell silent not knowing what he intended or even wanted to say.

Evelyn leaned over the bed from Gwen's side. "Mal, look at me. Did you hesitate with Gwen? Did she enjoy it? Did you give her any reason to doubt your love for her?"

Mal frowned as he tried to parse the questions the young

kanaka

woman was asking. "Uh, no, I don't think so? But how do I know if

she

enjoyed it, Evelyn? I don't know if it was her or the vaccine!"

Evelyn sighed. "Mal, I can tell you from personal experience — I

fucking

loved it." She leaned over the bed to stare Mal in the eyes. "The vaccine amplified how I felt, yeah, but I. Was the one. Feeling it. Not the fucking vaccine. And Mal, I fucking

wanted

it."

Evelyn pulled at the sheet. "Now, come on,

kuʻu ipo

, we gotta get you two cleaned up. Kirs, did Gwen tell you where the fresh sheets are?"

Slightly distracted, the

haole

woman answered, "Uh, in the closet. Damn, Mal, did anyone ever tell you that your butt has some cute dimples? It's a little hairy, but not, like, grossly so. You should probably start on some cardio — help get you in better shape. Not that you're in bad shape, dad-bod, but I'm gonna want my man able to chase me down sometimes to have his way with me."

"What the fuck, Kirsten? Stop ogling Mal — we're supposed to be comforting him and helping, not making him feel... Whatever!"

Kirsten flushed. "Shit, I'm sorry Mal." She leaned over and kissed him. "I just want you to know that I'm looking forward to my turn, and I didn't mean to be too weird. I just sometimes forget to not say what's in my head. Forgive your crazy bitch?"

Mal started shaking his head. "I've fucking died. I had a fucking aneurysm or cardiac arrest while I was fucking Gwen, and I fucking died. That's the only thing that makes this make sense. Any second now, the Bone Man with 'THE VOICE LIKE THIS,' is gonna come and pick me up."

Kirsten grinned at her friend. "He's okay. I think. Or I've actually gone and made things worse. Mal, come on, Death isn't here, and he ain't gonna be. Get up, let's get you and Gwen cleaned up — oh please, I'm a vet tech, I've seen far bigger messes — been in them too. Sometime I'll tell you about when Doc and I both had to get our arms inside a horse to try and turn a foal and move the umbilical."

She handed him a damp cloth. "Here you go, Mal. Would you feel better if I turned around? Whatever? Okay, thanks! Hold on there, handsome, you have a little- You know what, Mal? Just give me the wash cloth. Lie back, and let me tend to you."

Kirsten was gently stroking Mal's back as he surrendered the cloth. "Yep, now lie back. On your back. That's right. So, while you and Evvy were out fixing the fence, and I was taking that Oracle survey — holy hell, who even knew clown porn was a thing — but, I guess, Rule 34, right?

"Anyway, Gwen got up and came out. We talked for a while, and I really like her, Mal. And I can tell she loves you. And she's been feeling kinda shitty about what her condition has done to your guys' relationship. Were you really discussing divorce at one point?"

Mal nodded.

The blue-haired woman, who had finished wiping the dried cum off Mal's groin and legs, continued speaking as she slowly and carefully ran the cloth over Mal's cock. "Wow, I'm glad you guys stuck it out. Cause, ya know, butterfly effect and all that shit. I probably wouldn't be here playing with your cock right now if you guys had split. Or who knows, maybe I would. But, Gwen certainly wouldn't have been able to tell me that you like having your dick cleaned up by your woman after sex!"

She put the cloth aside, discarding the pretense that she was still wiping Mal's cock, and looked over at Evelyn. "E, it's like we've got the cheat sheet for a test!" Kirsten looked back at Mal. "I'm gonna suck your cock now, Mal, unless you tell me not to. Don't worry, we locked the door after we came in, and Kat's had a snack and is in the studio with a coloring and sticker book. Okay?"

Not receiving a refusal, the

haole

woman lowered her head to Mal's cock and began licking it. "Mhmm. I can still taste you two — I knew I wouldn't get all of your juices off, gonna need a proper wash for that. Damn, you guys taste good. I might need more-"

Kirsten cut herself off as she swallowed Mal's cock, grasping his shaft with her hand. She began to suck and slide her lips up and down, squeezing her lips into a tight ring as she went.

From the other side of the bed, Evelyn watched her lovers together, her stance shifting slightly, as if she were distressed or eager to join in. Or both. Evelyn sighed, and while Kirsten continued to fellate Mal, she grabbed another towel, muttering, "Thank you, Gwen," spread it before the unconscious woman's pussy, and then rolled her towards herself, easily keeping her from going off the edge of the king bed.

"Come on, you sexy MILF, let's get you cleaned up. Kirs, you better fucking share, girl. I ain't doing all this work to watch you get all the cream, be-yotch."

Kirsten put a thumbs up to acknowledge her friend. Mal was hardly aware of the exchange, as Kirsten was trying to force his cock down her throat, her muscles tightening and squeezing the head of his cock as she worked her throat and jaw.

*Fuck me, two blowjobs in two days? That's more- Uh, sorry to butt in here, but it's still the same day, boyo. Two blowjobs in the

same

day, Mal. From two different hot women! And you just fucked Mrs 62%, too! Oh, no, wait, sorry I brought that up, ignore that, you just focus on how good Kirsten is making your cock feel! Two blowjobs in one day! That's more than the last ten years, Mal!*

Mal lifted his head from the pillow and looked down at Kirsten. "Oh, gods, Kirsten, that feels so good — how the fuck do you women do that — I'm right about to cum, oh, gods, Kirs, I'm cumming, cumming, unnhhhh!"