Quaranteam Ch. 01-10

"He likes girls on top, so maybe you should just hop on," Aisling prompted.

"That true, sir?" Lauren asked, sliding a little forward on the bed, one of her thighs moving across his thighs, straddling them, rubbing his cock with one hand near one of her thighs. "You want me on top?"

"If you've never been with a man before, it might be best, so you can set the tempo and depth," Andy said.

"I've been fucked before," Lauren said. "A rubber cock can't be that different than the real thing."

Aisling started giggling furiously. "Oh, bless. You sweet, naive child. Let me help you to the new world." The redhead moved up on the bed behind Lauren, one hand reaching to grab her hip, the other reaching beneath her to grab Andy's cock, getting it lined up with the other woman's pussy. "Ready?"

"It's not going to be that-"

With a sudden push of her hand, Aisling shoved Lauren's snatch down onto Andy's dick with one fluid motion. Lauren's head shot back, looking up at the ceiling, letting out a filthy, carnal moan, falling back against Aisling, who kept her propped up, her tits pressed against the taller woman's back while Lauren quaked like she was being electrocuted. The moan carried on for a long moment until Lauren sounded out of breath, and suddenly she gasped in another sudden inhale, one hand reaching behind her to grab a handful of Aisling's hair, the other smoothing across her own stomach.

"Oh FUCK," Lauren babbled, "I was wrong, I was so bloody wrong, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I think I'm still fucking cumming..."

"That's it" Aisling said, one of her hands still holding onto Lauren's hip, the other moving up to cup one of the woman's heavy breasts in her slender fingertips. "I told you just putting it in was going to set you off."

"It's not right, it's not fucking supposed to be like this," Lauren whimpered. "I'm STILL fucking cumming shiiiiiiiiiiiiit..."

Aisling smirked at Andy who was watching on with awe, feeling Lauren's snatch fluttering around his cock. "And to think, once you cum inside of her, it's going to hit her even harder, daddy."

"Fuckin' hell, Ash," Lauren whined, "I don't think I can handle it. It's too much, it's too fucking much."

The redhead pressed a kiss against the blonde's neck. "Either you're getting that load or I am," she whispered to her. "Because I'm not lettin' it go to waste."

"I'm not sure," she mumbled.

"Then get off." Aisling started to pull up on Lauren's hips before Lauren grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her hand off her hip and brought it to her belly. "Changed your mind?"

"I'm scared," Lauren said, "but I'm excited too. It gets better than that?"

"So much better," Aisling giggled. "Daddy knows how to reward his sluts."

"Is that what I am?"

"Do you want to be?" Andy asked her. "You could just be one of my partners."

Lauren's eyes finally rolled back down the back of her skull, turning those blue orbs down to look at him. "I want what you want."

"No," Andy shook his head. "This is a decision you make yourself."

The tall blonde bit her bottom lip nervously, looking down at Andy's chest before looking up at his eyes. "Say it. I want to see how it makes me feel."

"Say what?"

"That I'm, you know."

Andy smirked a little bit. "If you can't say it, why should I?"

She licked her lips, swallowing awkwardly. "Call me your slut."

"Is that what you want, Lauren?"

She paused then nodded. "I want to hear you say it."

"Does it turn you on?" He reached a hand up to her face, lifting her chin a little. "The idea of being my slut?"

Her body shivered hard for a long moment before she nodded again. "Say it again."

"You're my slut, Lauren."

It was almost like waves of pleasure ran through her at the sound of the words. "More."

"No," Andy said. "Say it back to me."

"Aaaaaaannnnnndddddyyyyyy...." she whined, like a child trying to get their parent to buy them a toy.

"You say it, and I'll say it again."

Lauren mumbled the words so low even Aisling couldn't hear them.

"If I can't hear you, you daffy bitch, how do you expect Daddy to?" the redhead said.

"I'm your slut," Lauren whispered.

"Again," Aisling said, giving the piercing in Lauren's nipple a little turn.

"God, I'm his slut."

"Who's slut?"

"Daddy's."

"All together now."

"God, daddy, I'm such a little slut for you," Lauren said, the dam finally breaking in her. "I'm your slut, sir. All yours. Can I be your slut?"

"Of course you can, Lauren," Andy said with a soft smile. "You're my good girl, my surfer slut."

Aisling's hand slid down and started to rub against Lauren's clit tenderly. Those fingertips brushed across that flesh as the blonde writhed on Andy's lap. "How good, keep doing that," Lauren pleaded. One of her hands smoothed along Andy's chest, while he other reached behind her to get lost in Aisling's coppery locks.

"You can't wait to feel it, can you?" the redhead laughed. "I remember my first day., my first time, sitting where you're sitting, praying to get a load up inside of me. Thinking it couldn't possibly be as good as they were promising it would be." She leaned in to whispering into her ear. "But you know what? It is. And it's even better."

Lauren was rolling her hips back and forth in his lap, trying to thrust down on him even harder. "I want it. I do want it. I need it. God, I must sound like a little junkie in need of a fix."

""In a way, you are. We both are," Aisling said, kissing at Lauren's neck. "But if you want it, you've got to ask him for it."

"Please, Andy, daddy, master, whatever the fuck you want to be called," Lauren begged. "I'll say anything, do anything, but you need to give it to me. Fill me up. Let me feel a man, my man, coming inside of my cunt for the first time. I want it, more than anything I've ever wanted in my life. Please? I need to know I'm yours. Cum in me. CUM."

On that last word, all the resistance Andy had simply melted away, and his body let loose, spurting a load of hot jizz up inside of Lauren's throbbing pussy. She began to spasm and quake atop of him as she felt it before Aisling let the tall Aussie slump forward, laying atop Andy.

It was at least a minute before Lauren made any noise at all, before an almost mouse squeak of a giggle purred from her throat against his neck, her face buried in the crook of it.

"You okay, Lauren?" Andy said, his hand reaching up to stroke her hair as Aisling laid down next to them, nuzzling in against the other side of Andy's neck.

"Oh my god, it's just like being munted," Lauren said. "I feel warm from the inside out, and kinda dizzy. But it feels amaaaaaaaazing."

"Right?" Aisling said. "Was I right or was I right?"

"Girl, I'm gonna be an addict for this man," Lauren purred.

"You and me both, sister."

After fifteen minutes or so, the three of them got up and took a shower together. Lauren was indeed taller than Andy was by several inches, not that he minded. He did think, however, he was going to need a bigger shower.

Later that day he found out that Lauren was thirty-five and she was originally from Sydney, having moving to the Bay Area about seven years ago for a job working for the '49ers as a personal trainer. Aisling and Lauren immediately hit it off, although they made it a point to ensure Andy didn't feel left out. Late in the afternoon, the two of them had retired upstairs to have a little bit of fun together while Andy continued working on his next novel downstairs.

"Y'know, when I first saw Lauren," Lily said to him on her way into the kitchen to get a soda, "all I could think of was that Eddie Murphy line."

Andy arched an eyebrow at her, not catching the reference. "What Eddie Murphy line?"

"You know, in Beverly Hills Cop 2, when he sees Bridgette Nielsen for the first time." Lily looked at him, waiting for the spark of recognition, rolling her eyes when she didn't see it. "You know... 'God damn, that's a big bitch.' You sure you can handle her?"

He blushed a little bit. "Not in the least. I'm in way over my head, but I'm thankful for it at least."

Lily nodded, closing the fridge. "That's good. Stay humble, stay thankful. But I'll tell you one thing..."

"What's that?"

"Two down and two to go, but so far you have a Limey and an Aussie, so you damn well better get some American pussy, and you damn well better get some pussy that's at least as dark as I am." She smirked at him. "If the next bitch who walks through that door is French, German, Russian, any thing like that, I'mma cuntpunt her ass right outta here, you follow?"

"Letting you answer the door for the next few weeks, got it."

"Smart man," she said. "You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

She started to walk back to the living room, but Andy just couldn't help himself. "Cuntpunt? Really?"

"It's when you..."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's just what it sounds like."

"So keep in mind, I'm watching you."

"Watch the door!" Andy laughed. "You can decide who to let in or not!"

Lily would get the opportunity to decide very soon.

Chapter 6

The next few days around the house were mostly spent with everyone getting to know one another. Lauren, in addition to being a personal trainer, turned out to be an excellent cook. A few days after she arrived, it was decided that a grocery run was needed, but Andy felt strongly that he wanted to go as well. It wasn't advised, but it wasn't strictly forbidden any more either. The news had been quite clear about what he needed to do if he wanted to go out - not only was he required to wear a P95 mask, he also had to wear goggles protecting his eyes and latex gloves covering his hands. It felt burdensome, but he direly needed to get out of the house for a least a short period of time, so he, Aisling and Lauren resolved to make the grocery store run.

"I feel like Mad Max in this get up," Andy grumbled as he got out of the car in the Safeway parking lot. "Except for the fact that I'm unarmed."

"They won't let us in the shop if you're sporting an axe, love," Aisling said, comforting him. The girls were dressed up in their gear as well, although both of the girls were wearing his t-shirts. They'd taken to just going through his shirts each morning and tossing one on, not that he minded. Andy owned a lot of t-shirts. It was practically a uniform. "And we're going through supplies much faster these days with more mouths to feed."

"An' you need to let me get a bunch more healthy things in addition to your junk food," Lauren said. "And with five people instead of two, we're going through food a lot quicker these days. So you'd better get used to one of us going out for supplies every few days."

"Also, you're the one who wanted to come along, Andy," Aisling said. "You could've just stayed home and let us do all the work."

"I had to get out of the house before I went stir crazy. You know I haven't been more a hundred feet out of the condo since April. We were told we were in a very high risk area, so we completely quarantined and just had food delivered, but it was starting to rack up quite the bill that way."

The trio headed into Safeway, keeping a good distance from everyone else. At the beginning of the year, if Andy had come into this particular Safeway on a Saturday, it would've been a madhouse. Instead, it felt like a ghost town. Some of the aisles were still desperately barren, with supplies like toilet paper down to only a few options, if that. Thankfully, Eric had been smart enough to set up a recurring order from their local CostCo to get toilet paper delivered when they had it in stock. Andy had been tempted to do a CostCo run as well, but as his first real outting in months, he wanted to stick to something where he felt like he at least had a little control. Their local Safeway was located up in the hills a little bit, so it didn't always get as much traffic as grocery stores closer to the freeways.

Andy started to move over to grab a shopping cart, only to get the mom armbar move from Lauren, who pushed him back a good step. "Oh no, Andy," she laughed. "We'll push the cart. You just pick things up and put them into the cart with your gloves."

"I don't understand what the difference is," Andy sighed. "But okay, okay, I do remember them saying that men weren't supposed to touch shared objects in public spaces, so I'll keep my hands off."

"It's like you haven't been trained properly," Aisling giggled.

"You watch it, Ash, or I'll bend you over my knee," he teased back.

"She'd only enjoy it, Andy," Lauren said, rolling her bright blue eyes as they headed into the vegetable section. Andy mostly let the girls pick up things and put them into the cart, but every so often he would insist on something and would pick it up himself, like garlic. Both Lauren and Aisling questioned the amount of garlic he bagged up and dropped into the cart, but he was insistent that they would use it all before they were back to the grocery store again.

They'd gotten close to a full cart's worth of groceries and were standing in the frozen food section, mostly looking for ice cream truth be told, when a familiar voice called to him from a little bit away. "Andy, that you under all that mess?"

Sure enough, it was his friend Phil, standing next to a curvy Hispanic woman. Andy might not have been able to recognize Phil at first glance with the mask and the goggles, but the jacket was a one-of-a-kind letterman jacket from a fighting game tournament Phil had won almost a decade ago. "How did you recognize me, Phil?"

"I was taking a wild guess, but I don't know anyone else here in the States who would be wearing a Nautilus Pompilus t-shirt. Russian alternative rock band t-shirts aren't exactly a dime a dozen."

Andy paused for a second, and then realized, he wasn't wearing his Nautilus Pompilus t-shirt, but Aisling was. He nodded with a slight smile. "Fair enough. We can't exactly talk here, but let's meet up at the base of Mount Diablo, in the park. We can stand far apart enough to talk and still be safe. We've got to drop groceries off, so let's say we meet up in a couple of hours?"

Phil looked down at his watch. "Three o'clock? Sure, we'll see you there."

They didn't say anything else to each other, just finished up shopping, paying and taking their groceries home. On the way home, Andy explained to Aisling and Lauren that Phil was one of his oldest friends, and that he was one of the people Andy had talked to over voice chat during the days since the quarantine had started, although Phil had been radio silent for a few weeks now.

On the way to the park, Aisling and Lauren were peppering him with questions about Phil. They'd talked to a few of Andy's friends on video chat, but they'd only heard stories about Phil. Of course, they'd heard quite a lot of those stories.

They pulled into the parking lot at the park and Andy could see Phil's car on the other side. Sitting on the hood was Phil with the woman he'd seen him with in the Safeway. Andy hopped out of his car, along with Aisling and Lauren. They were out in the open and so far from each other that they felt safe not wearing masks and goggles. Andy walked forward, not towards Phil, but towards the wooden fencing. "So Phil, where the hell ya been?" Andy laughed.

Phil was a slender enough Filipino but he looked thinner than Andy remembered. He was clean shaven, and while Andy expected him to have a shaggy head of hair, it looked trimmed and coiffed. Phil had an easy going way about him, a casual grace that Andy had always envied. He smiled up at Andy, shrugging a little bit. "So, Andy, this is Audrey, she's my partner."

To the right of Phil stood the woman he'd seen her with earlier in the day, but now he could get a better look at her. She was curvy, almost plump, but had a rosy demeanor to her. She was wearing a Street Fighter t-shirt that clearly couldn't be Phil's. She was a bit younger than Phil was, but not unbearably so. "Hi Andy!" she said, giving him a big wave. "Sorry I've kept him off the group Discord, but I didn't want to share him until I felt like we were established."

"Oh, love," Aisling giggled. "We're all doing that."

"Phil, this is Aisling, Ash for short, and this is Lauren," Andy said, rubbing the back of his own neck sheepishly. "Frankly, I'm a little embarrassed they're stuck with me, but they both seem happy enough, so maybe I'm doing okay by them."

Lauren nudged him in the ribs with her elbow. "Andy's the most humble feller I've met. I think me an' Ash are just a couple'a lucky gals."

After a minute or so of silence, Andy spoke again. "So Phil... what do you know?"

It was a question designed to cut right through the bullshit. Andy and Phil had been good friends long enough that they'd developed a sort of shorthand, particular words and phrases that they could use whenever and wherever and people wouldn't know exactly what was being said. There was a good reason for it.

Phil clicked his tongue. "Okay, here's what I know." Phil had worked for a number of tech companies over the years he'd known him, but for the last four years, he'd worked for Boeing up in Pleasanton. Everything he worked on was classified, but he was known to share non specific things from time to time, especially if it affected their gang of friends. "What I can tell you without either of us getting our kiesters thrown in the hooscow, anyway..."

"That sounds best."

"It's bad, Andy," Phil sighed. "It's very bad. They're downplaying the body count for the media, but truth be told we're looking at over a million so far, probably a lot more. And it's only going to get worse. The internal projections are that we're looking at five million dead Americans before all of this is done."

"Jesus," Andy muttered. "One million people dead? Seriously? How are they keeping all this quiet?"

"Lots and lots of work," Phil replied. "It's not as bad outside of the US, but that's because other countries started taking it serious long before we did."

"Are the rules true?"

"I wouldn't be talking to you like this if I didn't think it was safe, Andy. But it's going to get worse. A whole lot worse. People here still aren't taking it seriously. You see the news the other day?"

"People crowded into churches, shoulder to shoulder, demanding their faith will keep them safe. Idiots in city hall meetings, claiming the right to not wear a mask if they don't want to."

Phil nodded. "It's madness. Half of those people will be dead before year's end, and I don't think we're going to have a lid on this until next year. We're living through Spanish Flu Part 2: Electric Bugaloo."

"Five million dead? That's like one percent of the country. How the hell are they going to keep it all quiet?"

"As much smoke as possible," Phil grumbled. "Keep the cover going until it's untenable. People are going to notice eventually, but the lockdowns are going to keep things contained for a while. But guys like you and me, we need to stay as safe as possible. Because we're high risk."

Aisling scowled at him. "How so? I thought the elderly and immuno compromised were the most at risk."

"They are," Phil said, nodding again, "but beyond that, it's men between the ages of thirty and forty-five. That's where the majority of casualties have been so far. Thankfully, you and me, we're buffered pretty well."

"What do you mean, buffered?"

Phil smirked, giving a tiny shrug. "Let's just say we've been doing some vaccine testing in rather unusual and unorthodox ways. Did your libido used to be this high all the time, Ash?"

She blanched for a moment. "I thought it was just the cabin fever, but now you mention it, I've had a slight buzzing of sexual need since they gave me those shots. What the hell did they do to me?"

He raised a hand to calm her down. "Relax, it'll even out eventually. But it's designed so that you're protecting your partner, swapping fluids, giving him regular dosages of the natural antibodies you're building up inside."