The White
ahorsewithnoname
The White
By ahorsewithnoname
Description: In a world where 90% of the male population died due to a plague, it is the females that suffer a worse fate. The plague altered their DNA to the point that they could not survive for long without what became known as "the White" . . . semen. If that wasn't bad enough, the best quality, the most nourishing, came from those closest genetically, and, it couldn't be stored and needed to come straight from the source. Fellatio was more than commonplace; it was the only way to survive. But how can the male population, one-tenth that of the female population, supply enough of the White?
Tags: erotic, hardcore, extreme, white house, dystopian, incest
Published: 2023-06-09
Size: ≈ 9,146 Words
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The White
by ahorsewithnoname
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4
Preface:
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
And so raged the great debate,Inferno inspired at any rate.
Dante, Canto 32
Matters not for me or you.
To die in fire, the wrath, the ire
Hell or heaven, one a liar.
Ice no picnic, that is so true
Our lips forever, ever blue.
It was not fire, laced with desire,Nor was it ice that sealed our fate.
Just one small vial, deadly, waiting,
And with the wind so fondly aiding.
One life, two, a million, a few,
The world afire, a germ did brew.
Males left dying, few in sight,
Women left desperate, for the White.
(credit to Robert Frost for Fire and Ice, first stanza above)
Chapter 1 - No Laughing Matter
I saw her looking at me from the doorway, raw hunger in her circle-darkened and bloodshot eyes.
“Now?” she asked, hesitation laced with ravenous craving in that request for sustenance.
It was the begging that both turned me on and disturbed me. I nodded.
She moved quickly to the bed, almost forgetting my rules and nearly stumbling in her haste to stop. Quickly shedding her clothes, she climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers down, revealing my naked form.
At fifty-one years old, I wasn’t exactly model material, but to her, that didn’t matter at all. She wanted desperately to go straight for my cock, but she knew that I would disapprove. She would do anything to stay in my good graces. Looking at me and catching my eye, she moved her lips to my ankle, kissing it, then extending her tongue out and licking up my shin, over my knee, along my thigh, half-whimpering as she passed my half-erect cock that she had to leave untouched, across my stomach, my chest and then up to my mouth, kissing me.
She thrust her tongue into my mouth, perhaps too aggressively, but I suppose I understood her acute desire to speed things up. I, however, had other plans. Like many men, having been subjected to the whims of women in the past, it was now my time.
As I felt my cock harden, I took hold and rolled her, putting me on top, our mouths parting. I could feel her body trembling, yet almost coiled, her eyes open and darting, watching me for any signs of rejection.
There were none. I was simply going to make her wait a bit longer. In quiet resignation, she spread her legs for me and made an effort to look like she was inviting me inside.
Reaching between us, I aimed my cock at her shaved pussy, the one concession I yielded to her after she begged me to let her keep it bare. She claimed that all the girls her age were shaved and when taking showers in school it was embarrassing to have a bush.
With a quick thrust, I was inside her, at least partway, a gasp escaping from her lips. She was as tight as you’d imagine any eighteen-year-old to be, especially one that wasn’t expecting to get fucked, and one that wasn’t getting fucked by anyone by me.
That was one of the perks of my job.
As I slid inside to my balls, I saw her bite her lip, the depth of my penetration still relatively new to her. She then ran her tongue across her lips, wetting them absentmindedly, the same lips and tongue that would be sucking my cock soon, when her hunger would finally be sated. My cock throbbed at that thought.