Better a Prick in the Pussy than a Fang in the Throat. Part 1: Inoculation

An ancient virus, an unexpected remedy and a mother's secret.

Daisy couldn't decide what to wear.
It had to be virginal white, of course, but should it be a matching bra and panty set or just a nightie?

Which would the boy prefer?
Which would be easiest to take off?

Did it really matter?

She'd never thought her first time would be like this, but she was living dangerous times and "devirginisation" was the only sensible solution.

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Of course there had been outbreaks of the virus throughout history, but they had all been sporadic and localised.
The traditional remedies had always prevented any infection beyond isolated rural villages.

But this time the virus had mutated.
It was breaking out of it's Transylvanian stronghold and threatening to overwhelm the whole of Europe and beyond.

Vampirism was on the march and the undead, were very much to be feared.

The authorities had tried to keep it secret at first, but there was no stopping the lurid rumours online.

Drug dealers tried to take advantage of the situation by buying up all the available stocks of garlic and selling it, on the black market to a terrified public at was twice the price of cocaine.

But their profiteering was short lived.
The garlic didn't work.
It just wasn't effective against the new strain of virus and the rate of infections showed no sign of slowing down.
Many people were worried that the new variant may be impervious to all of the old tried and tested protections.

Not even the scientists could agree on the best way to stay safe.

Not until the "Terror of St Teresa's", that is...

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The Italian church had been certain that the nuns were safe from harm; after all, they were closeted within a closed convent and equipped with a ready supply of holy water and blessed crucifixes.
What possible harm could they come to?

However, when a huge swarm of the undead spirited their way into the cloisters, under cover of darkness and descended upon the poor nuns, they found they were completely defenceless against their demonic onslaught.

They could do nothing to prevent the evil intruders from tearing through the building, terrorising cowering novices and slaying devout sisters, without mercy, as they knelt in sacred worship.
They soon found that holywater and their crosses were no match for the vampires' frenzied ferocity as they gorged on their defenseless prey.

Of course the alarm was raised, but it was too late and the police arrived only to be greeted by a horrific scene.
They could do nothing more than inform the bishops and urge them to dispatch the victims with a stake through the heart.
None were spared their terrible fate - not even the Mother Superior.

There was no doubt about it now.
This was no ordinary vampiric virus.
If holy nuns weren't safe from its evil, then what chance did normal people have?

The only hope was science.
Surely the same boffins that had saved the world from Covid 19, by creating a live saving vaccine, just a few decades ago, would come to the rescue once again with yet another pharmaceutical miracle.

However the "boffins" weren't working on a vaccine.
They had a completely different theory.

There was one survivor from that awful night at St Teresa's.
A pretty young novice known as Ruth.
A favourite of the Archbishop and, rumour had it, the recipient of regular "injections" of his own personal spirit.

Medical examinations and post mortem confirmed that those rumours were true.
She was the only member of the convent who had defied her vow of chastity.
She who was the only one who was no longer a virgin.
And she was the one who was still alive.

The World Health Organisation carefully considered all the evidence, from this and many more cases, before reaching its learned conclusion.
They called a Press conference and made a stark announcement that would shock the world.

The life saving serum that would protect the human race from the curse of vampirism was both natural and man-made.
It was sperm.
And a single "injection" would be enough to save both the giver and the receiver.

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The announcement almost broke the internet.

Thousands of men offered their services as "knights in shining armour", ready, willing and able to save a generation of innocent young maidens.

Professional "sex workers" declared that they were now "essential workers" and openly offered their services, for a fee.

For many however, the solution may have been closer to home and social media was quickly awash with fevered panic and scare mongering over the dangers of girls being forced into parent & child couplings or sibling shags.
And even if these liaisons were consensual they would still carry the "well known" risk of birth defects associated with in- breeding.

The health service would surely collapse under these pressures, in addition to the inevitable wave of STD's and unwanted pregnancies of an unrestricted nationwide sex spree.

Everyone was convinced that civilised moral standards were about to collapse and society was destined to descend into an unparalleled orgy of vice and debauchery.

Fortunately, national governments had been given a few days notice of the announcement and plans were in place for an orderly solution.

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Hotels had been commandeered in every major town and city to be converted for use as "Virus Protection Centres".

Every childless adult (16+) in the nation had been sent a letter inviting them to attend and receive their "vaccination".
They were told that it was essential to their safety, unless they had already experienced unprotected sexual intercourse.

The life saving procedure would be condcted in safe, clean, clinical conditions within a completely confidential environment.

The Government was convinced that it was the most sensible solution and launched a comprehensive communication strategy to persuade their teenage, target audience to accept their invitations.

Social media "influencers" were deployed to spread the message, explaining how the centres would work (using language that no politician could) to tell their followers that "a prick in the pussy was better than a fang in the throat" and "a cock in the cunt was nicer than a nip on neck."

Popular broadcasters, musicians and comedians were also asked to help and they quickly dubbed the hotels as "devirginisation centres" or 'Van Helsing hospitals" in honour of the fictional vampire hunter.

It all served to capture the attention of the nation's youth and the youngsters were soon presenting themselves for treatment, in their droves.

Daisy was just one of them.

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It was a long journey to the Centre - over an hour by train - but that was the point. It was important to keep everything confidential. It would be embarrassing if you had to queue up in your home town, where everybody knew you and could see that you were a "sad little virgin that needed the help of an international pandemic to get a shag".

The Centre was reassuringly well organised.
It was only open during daylight hours and it had separate entrances for men and women.
Everyone had to pass a series of mirrors to check whether they cast a reflection.
Soldiers stood at the ready, armed with stakes and hammers and under orders to despatch any members of the undead that attempted to sneak inside.
They were accompanied by clergy of all denominations who were on hand to grant absolution to any victims and safeguard the poor soul's afterlife.

Daisy was relieved that she didn't have to witness any stakings - everyone said they horrible.

She made her way her way safely past the mirrors and into the reception area, where she was issued with a face mask and a number.
It was important that all participants remained anonymous, so masks had to worn at all times and numbers were to be used instead of names.

There was also a medical test, to ensure that she was disease free, followed by an instructional video to make sure that she understood what she would have to do to receive her "vaccine".

Everything was conducted with a calm medical detachment.
It was just routine.

It was only when Daisy was handed a door key and told to go to room 368 and await her "partner" that the reality of her situation began to hit home.
She found the third floor room and let herself in with the same sort of trepidation that she always felt when she went to the dentist.
The feeling that she wasn't quite sure what to expect.
She didn't really want to be there.
She was sure it was going to hurt, but she has to do it anyway.
All the grown - ups said it was for her own good.

However, she was reassured to find that the room was clean and comfortable, with everything she and her partner might need.

There was a TV and instructions, telling them how to access a choice of adult films that would help get them in the mood.
And there was a telephone in case they needed any help.

Naturally, there were a few pieces of furniture too and the most prominent of these was a big sturdy double bed, where the action would be taking place.

And, of course, there was also a kettle and everything else that they might need to make a nice cup of tea - they were in England after all...

Daisy took a deep breath and began to prepare herself. She wanted to look her best.
She'd brought a small overnight bag containing her hairbrush and makeup, along with some of her mum's perfume and a new nightie that she'd bought especially for the occasion.

She posed in front of the mirror trying to rehearse the look and the words that would greet "the boy".
She was happy that she looked good, but something wasn't quite right.
She didn't really need the nightie, she wasn't staying the night and it was a bit fussy - it would probably just get in the way.
No, she was sure "the boy" would prefer to find her in her underwear - a smart, white, matching set with a front opening bra that plumped up her boobs and created a nice, deep cleavage, along with knickers that pulled up high on the hips to form a sexy V shape as they plunged down between her legs.

How could he resist?
She picked up the phone and told the nurse that she was ready a receive her treatment.

There were a few, increasingly tense minutes as she lay in the bed, waiting for her partner to arrive.
Of course she knew what he was going to do to her, but what would he be like?
How rough would he be?
She was beginning to get that "dentist" feeling again...

There was a gentle knock at the door. She didn't have time to reply before it was pushed open and a young man wearing a casual tee shirt and shorts, stepped in.

"Erm," he checked the small card in his hand, "are you 6821?"

"Oh," he'd caught her by surprise, "yes, of course." It was the ID number she had been given at reception.

"Oh, er great, I've got the right room then.
Is it okay if I call you Six?"

She giggled.
"Yeah, that'll be fine.

He seemed nice.
He wasn't scary.
He was a slim chap.
Probably about 16 years old, like herself.
They even looked alike.

"I see they've kept all the "gingers" together," she joked, referring to their hair colouring.
"What should I call you?"

"Well, I'm er 3286 so, how about thirty two?"

"Yeah, okay."
She giggled again, it was a surreal situation.

"You're gorgeous, by the way."
He made Daisy blush a little as she looked down at her boobs.

"Thanks, but you don't have say that." She wasn't used to compliments.

"No, seriously. I'm not just saying it.
I mean, I'd fancy you if, you know, we'd met on a night out or something."

She smiled, "Well boys don't usually seem to notice me on nights out.
Maybe I should dress like this more often."

He didn't know what to sat to that.
Daisy sensed that she'd embarrassed him and suddenly realised that it was his first time too.
He was probably just as nervous as her.
"Why don't you get into bed?" she suggested, patting the mattress beside her.

"Oh, er, yes, I suppose so."
He pulled off his shirt.
Daisy liked what she saw, he was quite fit without being too macho.
He'd made a good first impression, but Thirty Two blew it when he stumbled trying look cool while he slipped off his trainers and shorts.
He stood self consciously in his Calvin Klein underwear, "Should I keep these on?"

Daisy just nodded, her mouth suddenly too dry to speak.
He slid in next to her, taking care to leave a good twelve inches of space between them - he didn't want to be too pushy and he'd noticed that she was holding the sheet up tightly beneath her breasts, keeping everything south of her belly button well hidden.

They lay silently for a moment, considering their next move.
It was Daisy who took the initiative, plucking up her courage and reaching out to grasp the boy over his pants.
He turned to her to join the fun, but he gave a start, "What's that!?"

"It's just my hand, silly.
The video said we have to warm eachother up before we do 'it'."

"No, not that.
I mean that mark on the side of your neck?
You're not a... you know... are you?" he sounded quite anxious

Daisy giggled, "No of course not, it's just a birthmark.
You didn't think I was a vampire did you?"
She chuckled and sat up to face the mirror.
"Look, there's no need to worry. I've got a reflection and everything."

"Of course," he sighed, "I'm sorry, you can't be too careful these days."
He put her hand back on his cock, "Now then, where we?"
She stroked his bulge, carefully feeling it swell beneath her fingers.
She wondered how big it would grow.
She hoped she'd be able to fit it inside her.

He stroked her body too, feeling the soft fabric of her brassiere cupping her tits.
She held her breath in anticipation.
His hands felt so good.
He worked his fingers between her breasts and discovered the bra catch ("how thoughtful" he mused, the fastenings were usually hidden around the back).
He flicked it open and revealed her perky, well formed pair, strumming their pert nipples and sending a thrill to her very core.

They were really going to do it.
She had no doubt.
They were going to do that thing that all men and women did.
Daisy had waited for so long, but it now it all seemed so simple.

Her tummy flipped and her pussy moistened in readiness when the boy slid his hand down beneath the sheet finding it's way towards her sex.
He moved slowly, he was testing her limits, but she was in no mood to resist.
She just gasped when he slipped his palm over her silky panties and caressed her crotch.
She was sure that he could feel her hot wetness, but she didn't feel any embarrassment - this was what she was there for, after all.

She reached into his pants - she had never even dreamt of doing anything so brazen before, but now it seemed so natural.
His cock twitched at her touch.

"Thirty two" took her caress as his cue to let his fingers nuzzle beneath her knickers.
She trembled in response to his intimate touch.
"May I?" he asked politely as her pulled at the elastic.

"Yes..." she gasped, granting him permission to strip her bare, but still maintaining her grip on the bedsheet to maintain her modesty.

She felt him shuffle her knickers down to her feet and dared herself to lower his underwear in response.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

Daisy's body answered for her, as she spread her legs and offered her cunt.

The boy rolled on top of her and endeavoured to enter her tenderly, as she held his thick rod and guided it towards its goal.

"You know it might hurt," he warned her, "I promise I'll be as gentle as I can."

"You don't need to worry," she hissed through pursed lips, I've been horse riding for years, so there's nothing to break."
That was a lie.
She'd never been on horseback in her life, but it was better than telling him about her experiment with a shampoo bottle.

He was still gentle though.
Pushing progressively, penetrating deeper and deeper, filling her fully as he felt the intimate embrace of a feminine channel massaging his member for the first time.

It was heaven.
Two teenagers entwined in the most adult of acts.
Taking their mutual pleasure as they moved together.
Making love.
Fucking.
Whatever you called it, they couldn't get enough of it. They would have stayed there forever, if only their young bodies would allow it, but of course they wouldn't.
Thirty two was only flesh and blood after all.
He lost control, all too quickly.
Daisy felt him spasm, within her.
It was a new and marvellous sensation.
One which marked the climax of their coupling and the culmination of "the procedure" as he released his life preserving semen inside her.

That was it.

They were virgins no more.
They were safe from the virus.

They both lay back on the bed, gathering their breath, checking that their partner was okay and thanking them for their help in shielding them from the vampire's curse.

They pulled up their underwear
Clmbed out of bed.
Dressed.
Shook hands and went their separate ways.

Job done.

There was just one final thing that Daisy had to do before she left the centre.
She had to see the nurse to get a morning after pill.
Condoms weren't allowed - they wouldn't stop the virus.
It wasn't that easily fooled - only proper "bareback" sex would outwit it and she had!

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It was a long journey home and Daisy spent it all reliving her experiences of the afternoon.

It had been exciting and fun and it had saved her life, but she couldn't help thinking they should have done more.

If only she hadn't kept the sheet pulled up so high.
She never even saw the cock that fucked her.

And if only "number thirty two" or, whatever he was called, had been more skilled.
She might have enjoyed it more - she might even have had a orgasm!

She was still thinking about him when she went to bed
Imagining that he'd burst into her room, and tear off all her clothes. Then throw her onto the bed and ravish her like a sex crazed animal.
She stuffed her fingers between her legs and diddled herself until she came - good and hard - like she wished he'd done.

Her mum didn't wake her too early the next morning. She allowed her daughter to snooze, before taking her a cup of coffee.

"How are you feeling this morning."

"Oh fine thanks" Daisy yawned, "Well a bit sore, actually... you know."

"Yes."
Her mum smiled and nodded.
"Don't worry, it does get better after the first time."

"So I've heard."

Her mum took her hand."
"It's just a shame your "first time" had to be so clinical. It's supposed to be special."
She gave her a motherly kiss.

"I suppose so.
Was yours?"

"Pardon?"

"Your "first time", was it special?"

"Well 'em."

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.
I shouldn't have asked.
It's none of my business.
Sorry."

"No, no," her mum shook her head.
"I did mean to tell you one day.
You have a right to know."
She got up to leave.
"We'll talk about it after breakfast."

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They washed up the breakfast dishes and went to sit in the lounge.
Daisy made herself comfortable and her mum poured them both a glass gin - they didn't usually drink so early in the morning.

"Okay, darling," Mum began her story.
"My best friend, growing up, was a girl called Penny Harris.
She was funny and pretty and popular, but I was a bit plain, so I was proud to be her friend.
Anyway, she started going out with a boy called Ged."
She took a sip of gin.
"He was a bit older than us, we were 16, and he was 18 and Penny let him... you know?
They used to have sex up in the woods or in his car, if it was raining."

"Oh god." Daisy was a little shocked by her mother's tale.

"I know, I mean it was all a secret and I was the only one she ever told, but it was a bit awkward."

"Why?"

"Well, Penny was my best friend, but I'd known Ged for ages and she knew I had a crush on him and she told me that he fancied me too.
And there was this one time when we'd got hold of some booze and we were both a bit squiffy and she asked whether I'd like to do "it" with Ged."

"And you said "yes"".

"Yeah," she needed more gin, "but I didn't really mean it.
Anyway, I didn't even think about it, until one afternoon when Ged met us both coming out of school and offered us a lift home in his car.
I agreed, but Penny made an excuse - I think she'd set it all up.
Anyway Ged took me to the woods.
We kissed and he put his hand on my boob.
It felt nice, but I got a bit scared, so he stopped, but he asked me if I'd ever seen a man's cock before and, well, long story short, he got it out and I ended up giving him a blow job."

"In your school uniform!?
You naughty girl!"

"Yes." Mum chuckled.
"But I liked it.
And the next day, I let him take me to bed.
It was wonderful, I knew it was going to hurt a bit, but I didn't mind.
He was kind and gentle and I loved him.
And we couldn't get enough of each other.
We fucked whenever we could - two or three times a week."

Daisy really was shocked now.
She had never thought her mum was such a goer.
"What about Penny?
How did she feel about you stealing her boyfriend?"

"Er well, that wasn't a problem because," she poured more gin and took a gulp, "I was never going to steal him - we just... kind of... shared him.
Ged loved us both.
He loved Penny because she was his girlfriend and he loved me because... well, I was his sister..!

Mum will tell us more secrets in Part 2