Dog Days of Summer

Foreword

: This is a sequel to

A Different Kind of Sex Toy

(series page)

. There's a smidge of MM in the first Miguel section (Wednesday Afternoon Jul 12), so if you choose to avoid that, just know it's his roommate's revenge for the prank with the tainted almond milk.

Dog Days of Summer

Part 1: Bitches and Does

Chapter 3: Penny Wise and Pound Foolish

Wednesday Morning (July 12)

Dana stared at the ceiling of the interrogation room from the uncomfortable cot she'd spent most of the night on. The police, bolstered by state and federal officials from the Department of Public Health and CDC, had sent physicians in HazMat suits into the room to take a variety of samples and conduct various tests, which had been even more humiliating than a regular visit to the doctor. They'd at least had the decency to provide food, bedding, and toiletries to the captives in isolation, since they anticipated that no decisions would be made until at least the following day. And, after a naturally-occurring episode of lust afflicted the three women around nine in the evening, they were told that the observation windows had been blocked to allow them a modicum of privacy. Officer Barnes hadn't been very impressed; she'd confided to the two younger women that a pair of cameras had recorded everything, and that it was extremely unlikely those recordings would be destroyed.

"At the very least, I doubt anyone will leak them onto the internet," Gwen had said. The idea of people being able to watch her have sex online had sent a bolt of arousal through Dana, reminding her once again of the allure of sex work that she fetishized, thanks to her dalliance with that Allie girl. She'd tried quietly masturbating to the idea under the thin blanket they'd provided, but the sounds and smells had seemed blatantly obvious to her, so she'd reluctantly abandoned her efforts, slipping in and out of restless slumber all night. Neither of the other two women seemed to find it easy to sleep, either.

The intercom crackled to life and a voice asked, "Detective Barnes? Are all of you decent?"

"Yeah, what's the news?" the officer responded, sitting up abruptly. "Tell me you're letting us out now!"

"Not quite yet," said the intercom voice, "But hopefully within the hour. We finally managed to get in touch with someone from the doctor's office Ms. Ramos mentioned, so once he gives us the 'all clear,' we can proceed."

"About time!" Detective Barnes huffed, giving Dana an annoyed look from the side of her eye. For her part, Dana was worried and a little confused. She'd stalled for time the night before by saying she needed her phone to provide the contact info for the fictitious doctor she had claimed diagnosed her, mentioning only that it was a Doctor Ryan. The name had no doubt popped into her head because Cassie had mentioned her parents were doctors, or at least one of them was. When the police had grudgingly returned her phone, she'd given them Cassandra's number and texted the redhead, begging her to play along. No reply had been sent, so amongst her other anxieties, Dana had spent all night wondering how badly she would be punished when her lies were exposed. But if the intercom could be trusted, apparently Cassie had found a way to make things on her end sound believable.

Not quite thirty minutes later, a knock sounded on the door, and it slowly opened to reveal an extremely tall man with steel-gray hair and a massive beard. He was wearing a lab coat and carrying a thick metal clipboard that looked like the kind with a container inside. "Good morning, everyone," he said in a deep voice. "I hope you all slept well."

Detective Barnes scoffed again and asked, "Are you Dr. Ryan? Are we done here yet?"

The man, who'd had to duck to enter the room, appeared to be at least seven feet tall, if not a couple of inches more, and the size of his arms suggested he was powerfully built beneath the shape-concealing white coat. He held out a massive hand to the police officer and replied, "No, I'm a colleague. My name is Dr. Eriksen. And yes, you're free to leave now, as is Ms. Kask. I'll need to talk to my patient for a few minutes before she can go anywhere, though."

The detective wasted no time departing the room, although her shoulders were slightly hunched, as if she wasn't looking forward to facing her colleagues despite her desire to leave. Elena hesitated by the doorway, finally saying, "I'll wait for you in the lobby or something, okay?" Dana nodded her head to show she'd heard, wondering what was about to happen. She hadn't ever heard of the doctor, but she thought perhaps he might be the sketchy one Cassie had mentioned as being amenable to bribery.

"So, how are you feeling today, Ms. Ramos? I understand you had a roughly four-hour episode last night, so you're probably at risk of another one at any time, is that right?"

Dana nodded her head again, cautiously. The doctor seemed to understand at least some of the details or timing of her condition, which suggested Cassie had confided in him. The thought made her uncomfortable, but if that was the case, she supposed it was mostly her own fault for putting her friend, and potentially her parents, in such a tight spot.

"Alright then," he said, placing a black bag on the nearby table and pulling out an inflatable arm cuff. "I'm going to take your blood pressure and check a few other things, and then I think it'll be okay for you to go home." As he leaned over to attach the cuff, Dr. Eriksen whispered, "It was very unwise coming here, Ms. Ramos, and especially making your situation so obvious to the authorities."

In an equally low voice, Dana replied, "I'm sorry! I didn't know what else to do! I was afraid they'd find out anyway, and one of my roommates was threatening to turn me in!"

"You're referring to Stacia Hernandez?" the doctor inquired. Dana was a little surprised for a moment, but then deduced that the police and other authorities had probably learned just about everything there was to know about her by now. She nodded her head again as the tall man inflated the cuff and consulted his sphygmomanometer. "I'll see if there's anything I can do about Ms. Hernandez," he replied. "In the meantime, continue your efforts to shift to remote learning, and keep your future episodes private. If anyone seems like they've inexplicably forgotten about these events,

do not remind them

. We will not help you a second time, Ms. Ramos."

"We?" Dana asked, perplexed. "Who are you talking about?"

The doctor simply shook his head slightly, then proceeded to conduct a few other seemingly pointless tests, including checking her reflexes with a small rubber mallet and staring down her throat with a flashlight and tongue depressor. Dana was deeply confused; it seemed almost like the man was just pretending to be a doctor, and an old-fashioned one at that, and she was worried that if he

was

faking it, surely one of the real doctors the police had called would realize it.

"Everything seems to be in order, Ms. Ramos," Dr. Eriksen finally announced. "Give me a few minutes to clear the halls as a precaution, and then I'll follow you and Ms. Kask back to your apartment, just in case you get a fit in the car."

Anxious, confused, and hopeful, Dana fidgeted on her cot while she waited, but it was less than five minutes later before she was buckling her seat belt and on her way home. The short ride was uneventful, and Dr. Eriksen pulled up to have one last word through the window of his vehicle before he departed. "Remember, Ms. Ramos: keep things

private

. I know you have more questions, and I'll be in touch later once we sort some other issues out. Private!"

Dana watched the supposed doctor driving away for a few moments, but then rushed into her apartment lest she be afflicted on the doorstep. Elena, who seemed much less curious about the mysterious benefactor, sniffed at her armpit and said, "I really need a shower. Want to join me?"

Dana felt a little guilty, seeing the hopeful look on her roommate's face, but decided that she had to decline. "Not right now, sorry. I didn't sleep well at all, and I think I need a nap more than anything else just now," she said.

Elena masked her disappointment well, saying, "Totally understandable! Give a yell if you need any help!" She gave her roommate a peck on the lips, causing twin spikes of shame and desire, and went into the bathroom. Dana hurried off to her bedroom, already dialing Cassie's number, hoping to get some answers.

Wednesday Afternoon (July 12)

Miguel had been annoyed that his planned morning ejaculation at the fertility clinic was postponed, thanks to a lack of available appointments. He was tempted to refuse their request to come in later in the day, but the allure of contributing to multiple pregnancies was too compelling to be abandoned for mere pique or spite, so he'd grudgingly agreed. Classes were still cancelled, leaving him lounging around at home, edging himself on the couch. He'd been unable to resist taunting Derek that morning, seeing him drinking the tainted almond milk straight from the carton. "Pretty salty stuff, don't you think?" he'd said. Derek had looked confused, then surprised, staring at his container with an expression of disbelief. He'd left the house shortly thereafter, without saying a word. Miguel had eventually fallen asleep on the couch, bored and listless with the enforced inactivity.

The feeling of his dick being sucked gradually awakened the stag man, and he grunted and stretched, thinking that it was a fine way to be woken up. The sun was just low enough in the west to shine directly in his eyes through the top of the window, so he couldn't immediately see who was giving him the blowjob. The technique felt a little bit like Dana from back in the day: slightly timid and hesitant, although lately she had been much more bold, especially when her libido went haywire. Shading his brow with a hand, Miguel looked down and recoiled in shock at seeing Derek's head bobbing up and down on his cock. "What the fuck?!" he yelled, paralyzed with disbelief.

His roommate looked up and spit out Miguel's dick for a moment, jacking it with his hand while he said, "What's the big deal? You were flirting with me! Or was cumming in my food just a tease?" Derek's expression suggested he was fully aware of Miguel's true motivations, or at least suspected them, although the revenge he'd selected was not one that the stag man would have ever guessed. He'd thought all his roommates were completely straight, and he'd never considered that there might be more than one reason they were objecting to his casual nudity and masturbation.

"Let me up!" Miguel said after a few more moments of shocked inactivity. He was disconcertingly close to cumming already, after denying himself all morning, and he didn't know how long Derek had been working his shaft while he slept. His roommate didn't stop, but made no effort to hinder Miguel's clumsy efforts to get to his feet. It was only when he managed to stand that he realized he hadn't actually told the man to quit blowing him. "For fuck's sake, Derek, stop!" Miguel tried to yell, but the last word was elongated comically as his roommate suddenly shoved a finger into the stag man's ass, brushing his prostate and triggering a massive, debilitating climax. Seconds later, the finger was removed as the other man fell backwards, apparently surprised by the volume and intensity of Miguel's orgasm. Derek was coughing, semen splattering him as it escaped from his mouth, as well as from the still-erupting penis above.

When Miguel's orgasm finally subsided, he was left staring down at his cum-coated roommate, who was looking up at him with an expression that conveyed smug satisfaction as well as simmering arousal. "You fucker," the stag man muttered, glaring. He briefly entertained a fantasy of carnage, goring the other man with his antlers as payback, but a more deeply held aversion to violence prevented him from acting on the impulse, and he simply grabbed his keys and bag and left the house. "Never again, asshole!" he yelled as he slammed the door on his way out.

Miguel fumed while he drove to the fertility clinic, feeling somewhat emasculated. He recalled having vaguely similar emotions back when he and Dana had first gotten involved with Cassie, who typically was in charge of their group play. At the time, he'd been a little uncomfortable at being directed, if not exactly dominated, but hadn't wanted to risk disrupting their threesomes. Ever since his metamorphosis, however, his aversion to being led had grown, and his desire for women had increased, especially fertile women. Getting pleasure from another male, even a subservient male, gave him a hollow, squirming feeling in his guts, and he didn't know how to cope.

"God, I hope that nurse is ovulating," Miguel mumbled as he pulled up to the clinic. He shook his shoulders and took a few deep breaths to steady himself. Popping the best boner he could under the circumstances, he did his best to swagger into the building, but couldn't help feeling like the spring was missing from his step.

Wednesday Evening (July 12)

Dana moaned at the feeling of Elena's tongue probing her depths, clutching at the girl's amazingly soft blonde hair. After a fruitless afternoon of trying to figure out who had intervened for her with the police, and perhaps more importantly, why they had done so, it was a relief to let down her guard and allow the heat to take her. Her anxiety, as well as her irritation with what she considered Cassie's too-cavalier attitude toward the mystery, felt like they were dripping out of her, swabbed away by her increasingly adept roommate.

Knowing that Stacia had come and gone again, Dana had decided to risk leaving her room and padded over to Elena's, massaging her breasts and sex while she waited for an invitation. Elena's eyes had lit up in a way that touched her even through the haze of her blazing lust, so she tried to convey her affection and thankfulness through her kiss of greeting. No words were exchanged, and none were needed; it was obvious why she was there, and it was only moments before Elena's blood reached a bubbling boil of arousal to match Dana's.

The blonde had exerted uncharacteristic dominance at first, aggressively kissing and groping her guest, eventually shoving her onto the bed and forcing her legs widely apart. Her oral attentions had started out in the same demanding vein, but as she spent more time between Dana's thighs, Elena's technique had gradually shifted from assertive to needy, and then almost to desperate. She drank from her friend as if she were dying of thirst, and the orgasm she caused was a slow and rolling one, lasting a long while, and quite unlike any Dana had experienced under the influence, but no less satisfying because of the novelty.

Dana's wits were a bit addled by pleasure, and she praised Elena in rapid Spanish; the blonde was competent in the language, in terms of basic communication, but it was clear she wasn't understanding most of what was said, although Dana honestly wasn't sure she was making much sense in the first place. Rather than trying to tell her roommate what to do, she decided to show her, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing them to roll over one another, more or less swapping places. Elena's eyes were bright and begging as Dana licked and kissed her way down the girl's body, teasing her smallish breasts and their rigid little nipples. She dipped her tongue into the blonde's belly button, making her abdominals spasm and forcing out a brief squeal of laughter. Realizing the girl was ticklish, Dana let her fingers caress the skin of her belly and hips with feather-light touches, while she worked her face down to the waxed mound and the glistening crease below.

The flavor and aroma of the blonde girl were as delightful as ever, and Dana sighed heavily with satisfaction as she pleasured her roommate with her lips and tongue. Elena's noises shifted between moans, groans, and shivering giggles depending on which type of stimulation was affecting her most strongly at any given moment. Thanks to the contagious arousal, which seemed to generally make people orgasm both quickly and frequently, it took only a couple of minutes of effort to send Elena into screaming convulsions from a powerful climax. A small gush of fluid was expelled from her sex, which Dana lapped up eagerly.

The girls needed only minutes of rest before they were both ready to go again, positioning themselves so they could rub their pussies against each other. Although not ordinarily turned on by feet, the position made it very easy to kiss Elena's soles and suckle her dainty toes, although she was ticklish there as well, so Dana had to keep a firm grasp on the girl's ankles to avoid a reflexive kick in the mouth. As the blonde's sensitivity shifted to a more manageable lust from the foot play, she began to return the favor, although she couldn't contain the occasional giggle or even snorting chuckle of laughter. Dana was rather surprised to learn that she seemed to have an undiscovered erogenous zone near her ankles, as every kiss or lick there seemed to send a bolt of electricity straight to her clit.

Their tribbing reached a crescendo, and the wet sounds of their lower lips kissing got even wetter as Dana and Elena both reached another peak within moments of each other. They abandoned their toe-sucking and struggled to sit up without breaking the contact between their pussies. Finally succeeding, they kissed one another hungrily, letting their hands wander freely. As the heat built up once again, Dana wondered how long it would last, and what new pleasures they would try next.

~~~

Miguel had spent all day avoiding going home and getting increasingly antsy. It had been a relief to indulge his kink and provide a huge supply of sperm for the fertility clinic, but he'd been unable to persuade any of the nurses to take a more hands-on role, although the one who appeared to be in her fifties seemed to be wavering. He really wanted to fuck the blonde one again, but he hadn't seen her since their encounter, and was starting to wonder if she was avoiding him.

Finally deciding he could forestall his homecoming no longer, Miguel drove back to his house but sat in his car, wondering what he should do about the Derek situation. He could see that all his housemates were home, which wasn't a huge surprise, but for the first time since he'd adopted nudism he felt a desire to cover himself up again. He was still having an internal debate with his conflicting impulses when he saw another car pull up, and to his surprise, Stacia emerged from it and started walking toward his front door. He quickly got out as well and hailed her, making her turn and smile somewhat darkly.

"Are you looking for me?" Miguel asked as he caught up to her. "Is everything all right at your place?"

"It's not alright at all," Stacia said in a low voice. "I left for a little while and when I got back I could hear my slut roommates having sex in Elena's bedroom; the whore left her window cracked open."

The wheels turned in Miguel's head, thinking that Dana must have had another attack of the hornies. He was a little offended that she hadn't called him, but then realized he hadn't been paying much attention to his phone anyway, and it was possible she simply hadn't had time. Then the detail of the open window, and Stacia presumably walking by it, made him wonder if she might have received a small dose of the contagious lust. He could smell a hint of arousal from her, now that he was paying attention, and there were slight bumps in her shirt suggesting hard nipples. Perhaps a very minor exposure was enough to turn someone on, and make them seek a suitable partner, but not in a crazed manner? It was a hypothesis that invited more research, but not while he had a sexy young woman at hand, especially one who seemed eager, willing, and possibly still fertile.