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Reset Ch. 01

By: nushu2



This is first of a three part series.

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I awoke in a crowd of white smocks. Many concerned eyes were focused on mine. The closest on my left told me her name but all I could grasp that she was a doctor. She reminded me of how I got to be in my current position and told me that it was now the year 2170. I had been frozen for over a century. I guess that's when I went back to sleep or lost consciousness, or fainted or whatever.

The next time I awoke, I was alone in a dark room. I looked around and recognized the generic qualities of a private hospital room. I noticed the tubes plugged into my arms and took count of my limbs, then my fingers and toes. I felt good. I felt better than I had in years, actually, centuries. I remembered being one of the first to be frozen when the plague was threatening. At the time, I was in my mid 40's and was quite wealthy from my real estate brokerage. Not bad for a guy that barely got through high school. I had to be wealthy to afford the cryogenic procedure. I felt surprised that it had taken so long to cure the plague and thaw me out. When I got frozen, I had been divorced for several years and had no family. The plague had spread around the world before it was diagnosed because it had no symptoms of it's own. It caused a steep rise in cases of cancer and other diseases by corrupting key gene sequences unique to humans. It had been created as a weapon in a commercial lab and a single technician became infected without detection. There were rumours of a cure being developed but I chose what I considered the safest odds. When I had been turned into a popsicle, they estimated that half the population of the world had been infected and were waiting to die. I stayed awake for hours thinking about where I had come from and about where I awoke into. 

In the morning, nurses were indifferent to see me conscious. They were soon followed by a series of doctors, all female. It was remarkable to see how young and attractive they all were. Many of them appeared to be almost teenagers except that they all acted professionally. When one of the doctors entered, I recognized her from the first time I awoke in this century. 

"Good morning," said Doctor Williams, as I was reminded of her name later.

"Good century," I answered and was relieved to see a doctor as old as myself.

She explained, "Mr. Johnson, you are only one of a handful around the world we decided to remove from cryogenic suspension. Most of the others were to old to be useful."

She went on to say that I had been thawed out for several months and had gone through several operations due to complications from the cryogenics. I had been maintained in an artificial coma. The doctor also mentioned that the plague had disappeared a hundred years ago but they didn't want to thaw any of those like myself in case we carried the virus. Apparently, those who survived were the descendents of a mere twelve thousand in 20 cities around the world. The disease only affected humans so they treated it by combining genes from Benobo chimpanzees. They also made some genetic changes that slowed the aging process and extended lifespan to one hundred healthy years. The doctor informed me that one of the reasons I was brought back was to restore the original human genes into the population. At the time, I assumed that meant more needles or my dick getting plugged into a milking machine. Doctor Williams warned that society had changed and that I may be shocked. She quickly left before I had a chance to open my mouth. Of course, I would need to close it first.

Who I really wanted to see was my accountant. I wondered if he got froze too. That afternoon, Jim, as he introduced himself, explained that he was to reacquaint me into society. I asked him about my money and he told me that the currency had changed after the plague and that I no longer had any money but that I shouldn't worry.

"What about my business?" I asked.

"There really isn't a need for real estate any more.", he explained, "There is a lot more houses than people and we just live where we need to."

"So what the fuck am I supposed to do?" I complained.

Jim grinned and said, "You're gonna have fun. We'll take care of you."

"I'll see you tomorrow and we'll get you outa here," Jim continued, "You can ask me more then."

For the rest of the day, I was in a dumbfounded state, not knowing who I was anymore. I began to notice how friendly the nurses were. They all smiled warmly and looked directly into my eyes. It made me uncomfortable but it also made my dick stand to attention every time. It hadn't reacted like that even when I was a teenager. I began to wonder if they had been putting Viagra in my apple sauce. Then again, they were all so young and beautiful. Not one had any flaws to speak of. It was sort of like being in one of those soap operas.

I made small talk and asked about what life is like in this century. They still used cars, they had farmers and plumbers and grocery stores. There was so much left over from before the plague that just about everything except for food and gas were nearly free. The currency was now called "credits" and was essentially just debit cards. Governments only existed on the municipal level but they still managed to get a cut of the action. There is no more United States or even states and there seems little need for them. Television was still around but it was all local news and pre-plague reruns. I laughed when one of the nurses mentioned Gilligan's Island. Life seemed simpler and happier but there were some disturbing changes. I asked one nurse if she was married and she said that she has three husbands and that each one of her husbands has several wives. I asked if they descended from equal rights Mormons. She answered that it was necessary. She didn't look old enough to be married at all so I asked. She said that she was 33 years old and had six children. We continued talking. Her name was Brenda and I tried flattering her on her youthful appearance. She appeared to offended momentarily but stayed with me. 

Abruptly, she looked down along the bed to my crotch and asked, "Doesn't that hurt by now."

I had been trying to hide my erection but apparently unsuccessfully. I said, "Kinda."

She pulled the sheets back, lifted my hospital gown and began to massage my dick before I could say a word. That word would have been "Yes". I was so glad hospitals became full service. I reached forward, grabbed her uniform and pulled her closer. She showed no signs of objection so I started to undo the buttons on her blouse and was scared if the monkey genes had made her hairy. They didn't. Her skin was as smooth and soft as I have ever touched. I thought to myself that I'm just a patient and can't get in trouble for this. To my surprise, she continued the undressing until she stood only in her panties and shoes. She looked even younger in the nude. Her breasts were large but still looked not quite ripe as though they had evaded gravity. They were almost too good to be real. At this point, I didn't think it would go any further and was more than satisfied at the way it was working out. However, I wasn't disappointed as Brenda stepped out of her shoes, slid off her panties and climbed onto the bed. She straddled my hips and rubbed her already wet pussy along the shaft of my dick several times. It was as if it had it own fingers as her pussy grabbed and lifted my dick. Eventually she pulled it into her. I was having trouble believing this was happening but wouldn't let that get in the way of my enjoyment. I grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed. They didn't feel fake. Brenda had this gyrating motion that rubbed her ass around my balls and made me feel every inch of modestly sized dick. I didn't last long and Brenda climbed off and got dressed quickly. It seemed that she was merely providing a service. I wondered if my health insurance would cover it.

The next day, Jim showed up bright and early with some casual clothes for myself. I gloated about having sex with one of the nurses. Jim asked if it was Liz and said that she had done this trick with her tongue while he was waiting for me to wake up. We walked out onto the quiet but not quite deserted streets. He explained that he was a history and electrical professor and was responsible for maintaining the local phone system. 

I remarked that it seemed a lot of responsibility and he answered, "There's a lot to do. We all have to do our share."

Jim had as many questions for me as I had for him. He was most curious about the twenty-first century but asked me what I knew about besides real estate. I was humbled by my answer. I was never much of a handyman. Hell, I hurt myself hanging a picture. I would hire people for that. Jim suggested that I might work for the city government or do resourcing. 

The dozen or so people we saw were either walking or on bicycles. Most of them didn't look old enough to drive. Only one car passed by on the 4 blocks we walked to the restaurant. I didn't recognize the city but it had hi-rises in the distance. Jim said it was Atlanta and that few people lived downtown anymore. The buildings looked run down and the streets were dirty.

"Why me?" was my first question, "Why do you need my genes?"

"Let's get lunch," was his answer.

I followed him into the restaurant and ordered coffee but they didn't have any. I realized that this isn't going to be a paradise. Jim talked about how the genetic alterations of mankind had affected them. The ones chosen for survival were the most physically, intellectually and genetically secure. They didn't want congenital diseases passed forward into the select few chosen to regenerate the species. Before the end of the plague, everyone left were tested. Any flaw worse than lactose intolerance eliminated them from a future. 

Billionaires and even the President could only have themselves frozen in hope that someone would thaw them. The slowed down aging process did made for what I thought of as children that were emotionally and intellectually mature. On the other hand, people didn't degrade so much in their later years. Instead, their hearts or other organs would just quit. The splicing of chimpanzee genes had an unpredicted side effect and as a result of all this, family and society had to adapt. Jim informed me that it is hoped that my genes will help return normal lives to their society.

After a minute or so of considering what this meant for me, I asked, "What side affects?"

Jim shifted in his chair, looked at the table, and choked on his words, "Well, you see, it's libido."

He looked up at me as I started to grin. "No, seriously," he added

I interrupted, "Hey, I've been horny as hell. Did they fuck with my genes?"

Jim defended that my genes were not changed but that I had surgery to help me keep up, so to speak. He went on to say that I will have to adapt as well. Things that might have been immoral in my time are necessary now. He said that sex will be offered like a handshake was in my century and it is considered rude and stupid to decline. 

"Just to be polite," Jim continued, "women will offer themselves and you will be expected to do the same."

"Sounds good to me," I assured him, in confidence of my enhanced ability. I wished they made it larger while they were down there.

"Not just that", Jim said," but they physically and emotionally need it. They get sick if they don't get any."

I looked up for the waitress, embarrassed to see if she had heard our conversation.

"Come on, let's go," Jim said in a louder voice, "There's a friend's place where we can spend the night."

We walked for hours as Jim explained the etiquette of sex in public and about how rape is virtually nonexistent as well as any other crime. He talked about striving to maintain levels of education in the diminished population just to try to hold on to pre-plague achievements. He asked me a hundred questions about what it was like before the plague. He mourned the current state of families; how fathers migrate and how children must fend for themselves as their mothers struggle to raise families. You see, they were obliged to repopulate the earth. It was part of their genetic engineering. Another part was the ratio of men to women. Jim told me that there were six women for every guy. Apparently, the ingenious gene engineers thought that this would speed the process, either that or they were just men. God bless them. 

"Well, at least I get one day off a week," I joked.

"Don't count on it," he answered.

I asked him what it's like to teach at a college. He laughed and told me, "You're not ready for that."

We walked into a typical suburban neighbourhood and I noticed that all the houses were devalued, as I used to say. Fences were fallen down, lawns were just patches of overgrown weeds, paint was cracked where there was any at all and roofs were covered with moss. We reached a house that was better than most and I could hear a generator running in the back. Jim knocked on the door but didn't wait for it to be opened. He just led me right in. I was breathless at the site of a beautiful woman. Her straight blond hair curled gently around her neck and framed a face that glowed with happiness. It wasn't just a pretty face, it had character that made her different somehow. She was wearing some kind of workout pants that went past her knees and fit her like a paint job. She had athletic, muscular legs and wide, ultrafeminine hips. Her loose blouse concealed her breasts but they had to be great, considering the lower half. My dick twitched and I tried to avoid thinking about her. 

She beamed a smile and said, "Hi Jim, this must be Mr. Johnson."

I responded, "Call me Mike. I'm happy to meet you."

I looked away as I she gazed into my eyes, feeling guilty about my arousal.

"And call me Linda," she answered, puzzled at my response. 

I looked back to see Linda and Jim share a nod and a smile that expressed that they had arranged this and must forgive me for my backwardness. I must appear quaint to them. In my day, looking at a woman the way she looked at me would have scared them. I wished that I would get to spill my genes in Linda.

"Just making dinner. Come on in". Linda said , turning around.

We followed her right back into the kitchen where Linda introduced me to her daughter, Elle. I was shocked, Linda didn't look old enough to have a daughter. She looked barely older than teenager, herself.

"You're pullin' my leg," I exclaimed, "This has got to be your sister."

I figured that even if I was wrong, it would be a compliment. That's not the way it went over. Linda's smile turned into a scowl. 

"Excuse him," Jim blurted, "It's my fault, I should have told him but I forgot." 

He pulled me aside and reminded me about how they age differently after puberty. He told me that he was sixty years old and yet, he looked much younger than me. He also said it was rude to mention how young someone looked because it reminded them of how they had been altered.

We went back into the kitchen and I apologized and tried to start over. I reintroduced myself to Elle and marvelled at her beauty. She had long flowing light brunette hair and the face of a model and she had those big, mysterious and exotic kind of eyes that made her look street wise. Her body wasn't too bad either, as my stiffening cock would attest. "Down boy", I thought to myself. She was a petite little thing. All grown up but not grown out. I guess height and tits weren't a genetic requisite but with face like that, who needs tits. I'm an ass man, anyway. Both Elle and Jim left the room, leaving me alone with Linda.

"She's gonna be a heartbreaker," I mentioned and wondered if I had made another social faux pas as Linda just grinned. 

"Your husband going to join us?" I asked, checking out her teardrop shaped ass. It just about brought tears to my eyes.

"Haven't seen any of them for weeks but Dianne, my mother, should be home soon," Linda answered.

We continued with small talk for a few minutes about her job and she asked how things had changed. As I was talking, she led us back into the living room. I was shocked to see Jim, completely naked, pounding into the equally naked daughter from behind. I wanted to violently tear them apart but remembered that I am a "stranger in a strange land". I looked at the drawn expression on Linda's face until she looked back at me and smiled.

"I'm so proud," she surprised me, "She knows how to treat a guest. I'm sorry, I should have offered you something."

I was so dazed at the situation that I could not answer right away, I was aroused and repulsed at the same time and I felt like a child on the first day of school. ` Eventually I answered, "Not right now .... but thanks for the offer.... maybe later."

Linda smiled and asked, "How about a beer?"

I led the way back into the kitchen. Until dinner, I remained only semi-conscious. I could answer questions but not initiate any. Dianne came home and I greeted her as though I were sleep walking. I couldn't even be surprised that this grandmother looked old enough to be my daughter, if I had ever gotten around to having children. My mind was trying to come to terms with my situation. My morals were obsolete. I accepted their behaviour but doubted if my morals could be changed. They were engrained as part of who I am, or so I thought.

We all sat and ate a nice dinner and I answered question after question about my era. They were amazed at the idea of wealth and poverty and lawyers. My mind was racing at the possibilities of this new century and wondered if I should just ask to fuck or wait for one of them to initiate. I learned that Dianne and Jim were just the second generation of the new society. Apparently, I already met the only first gen still living, Dr. Williams. Dianne also taught math at high school and helped repair water mains when needed. Elle explained what resourcing was like because that was what she did when she was a kid. I was beginning to feel inadequate and that was new for me. I poured myself another glass of wine. 

When I started on my fourth, Elle slipped under the table and I wondered how much she had to drink. Moments later, I felt her hand on my crotch but acted as if nothing was happening in front of her mother. She unzipped and unbuckled my jeans and my dick became hard and throbbed under her stoking hand. She struggled to pull down my underwear so I lifted myself in my chair. I scanned the faces around the table only to see them either oblivious or indifferent to what was happening below. I tried to remain in the conversation had to bite my lip as I felt warm lips, cool air and saliva on my dick. This continued for minutes and I was just about to cum when Elle suddenly stopped. I was both disappointed and relieved that I hadn't blown my load in front of my hosts. I figured that Elle had moved on to Jim as I heard rustling under the table. I was surprised to feel her light body crawling over my legs and looked down to see a round ass bent over my lap. My head shot back as she guided my dick to her pussy. I pushed into her tight hot hole and it grabbed over me like a vice. Linda saw my expression and leaned sideways to see. 

Linda grinned and said, "Wish I was that limber."

I lost my feelings of guilt and indulged myself in the moment. I grabbed those little hips and thrust into that pussy with total abandon of my surroundings. Elle managed to rotate around in a gymnastic manoeuvre that only a young girl could manage and we were facing each other. Her tits were so high on her fragile chest that any higher and they would be hanging off her chin. We kissed passionately and I slid the chair back to give us some room. I grabbed her ass with both hands and it was so small that my fingers crossed. I lifted her up on my dick as though she were weightless and rocked into her. The friction between us slowed me down more than her weight. I returned to reality for a moment to see Dianne shifted close to Jim. Her arm was making jerking movements and I knew that Jim was getting a hand job under the table. They seemed to enjoying the show. I reached one arm onto the table behind Elle and cleared the plates. Then I stood up and with her still impaled on me and her arms around my neck and leaned her back onto the table. She let go of my neck and I leaned back. 


Reset Ch. 01



Her pussy was at just the right height for me to stand up. I looked at her little naked body and was amazed but there I was with her shaved, tiny lipped pussy engorged with my dick. It seemed as surreal as a dream but I knew that it was reality that had changed. Elle's breasts were almost completely flat when she was on her back but her little pink nipples looked delicious. She continued to look me in the eyes with a expression of passion that I have rarely seen. It made me want to be the best lover she ever had or will ever have. On the other side of the table, I could see Dianne's head bobbing above Jim's lap and beside us, Linda was grinning mysteriously. She smiled back at me and looked as though she couldn't be any happier. I felt Elle's pussy twitch around me and it was like a massage that made me cum in harmony. I pulled out with a pop from her grip and laughed. I was spent emotionally but physically charged. I helped Elle up and she kissed me affectionately before leaving to clean up.

I pulled my pants back up, sat down and told Jim, "You know, I could get used to this."

Jim responded, "Nice to have a job you enjoy, isn't it."

The next few hours were spent chatting and watching an old, even by my standards, DVD. I felt close to them like a member of the family, except my dick kept reminding me of how much I wanted to fuck them. Their eyes looked into me rather than at me. Linda seemed to get even better looking every time I looked at her and they all were sexier than they had any right to be, not including Jim of course. It was incomprehensible that Dianne could be a grandmother. I learned that this was only part of the family. There were six more sons and daughters. Linda offered to let me stay as long as I needed. At some point during the night, each of the girls had changed into nightshirts. Elle said that it was her bedtime and asked Jim, in a seductive tone, if he wanted to tuck her in. As they left for her room, I considered how twisted this was, but in a good way.

Linda looked to me and said, "Mike, I could use a good tucking in myself."

Dianne jumped in, "Why don't we all tuck."

Linda opened her arms and Dianne slid over on the couch and hugged her. They kissed gently at first, but became much more passionate as their hands explored each other. Hot damn, I always wanted to be in a threesome but a mother and daughter was more outrageous than my fantasies, a bit too outrageous. I have to admit that I wasn't ready for that but I as I watched and thought about it, it began to make see it. I had to squint to see it but when I did that I couldn't see it. With their super "libido" , the shortage of men and the fact that any affectionate gesture usually resulting in sex, it seemed almost natural. Besides, my raging hard-on had an opinion of it's own.

Soon, Dianne leaned up and removed her nightshirt. She was completely nude and her body was as fine as I had ever seen. Her breasts neither small or large but were perfectly shaped and her ass was taut and muscular. Dianne reached down and pulled Linda's shirt over her head. Linda was only slightly more matured than her daughter but still looked young enough to both remind him of his age and make him feel young. They turned to look at me and I realized that my job is not a spectator sport. I stripped and knelt in close to them. My first priority just happened to be the only thing available. I grabbed and squeezed Dianne's ass. I kissed it and bit it. She giggled and lifted herself on her daughter so that her thigh rubbed against Linda's pussy. Linda grinded herself on Dianne's leg and licked her mother's breasts. It was like she was paying homage to that which had given her life. My tongue found it's way into Dianne's wet pussy. For some reason I have never wanted to please a woman as much as I have today. Normally, I would know it was my turn at the slightest hint of more wetness than my own saliva. Perhaps I've matured over the past century. Maybe, I just appreciated the gift in front of me.

After a while, Dianne had to remind me, "Come on baby, I need you inside."

As I slid my dick in and out of that wonderful wet warmth, I considered the scene below me. I would have considered it bizarre but it was just so beautiful and so loving that I couldn't help but blow my load. I fell back down on the couch and, before I could catch my breath, Linda crawled on top of me. She kissed me so passionately that we almost suffocated. When we broke to breathe, I pulled her forward and sucked on her incredible tits. They were amazingly soft except for the nipples which I rolled my tongue around. Dianne guided my dick between Linda's legs and licked us both as we took turns pumping. I preferred to pump fast and rhythmically but she had this slow and hard motion that rolled up and down her entire body and slammed on to me. Linda's hard nipples rubbed against my face but I focused on my incredible feeling of my dick inside her. I thought of it like Goldilocks and the three bears. Elle and Dianne were great but Linda's pussy was just right. 

We could be still and her muscles sucked me better than any blowjob. I didn't want to stop so I held off cumming again for as long as I could. Linda had two body shaking orgasms already but was determined to get mine. Occasionally, I could feel that Dianne had her finger inside Linda's ass. I was shocked when she did the same to me but more so that I enjoyed it. Linda was getting tired on top so we flipped over with Dianne inverted beside us. I guess that would be called a 669. Both Lindas and my own tongue battled for Dianne's pussy. The heat of all of us packed onto that couch and the passion had us sweating and our bodies slipped against each others as if covered in oil. I got lost amidst the arms, legs and other body parts and could not tell the girls apart. One of them massaged my dick as I cummed and I must have looked like an epileptic fit. I fell to the side, still having aftershocks and watched them lick each other clean.

Waking up on the couch alone, I smiled as I remembered where I was. The pungent smell of sex was still in my nose. I pinched myself, thinking that I was still in a dream. I was about to slap myself but I didn't want the dream to end. After finding my clothes, I headed for the bathroom. Jim was on his cell phone in the dining room. 

He told me, "Take a shower and we'll go for a walk. You got a job to do."



Reset Ch. 02



This is the second of a three part series ------------------------------------------

I took a deep breath of the clean air of a beautiful morning. It was fragrant with the smell of trees and grass. Jim had led me along the park. He was trying to explain what it would be like when we got to our destination. He didn’t want to but I had nagged until he didn’t have a choice. After what had happened the day before, I was surprised that I could still be surprised. 

All I could do was respond with a joke, “What, do you think I was reborn yesterday?”

Jim sighed and shook his head, “You asked.”

I was getting the impression that Jim didn’t like me too much. In my time, there were lots of people who didn’t like me and if it was a problem, I fired them. I was a rich and powerful man and that, in itself, was enough to command respect. That’s it, he didn’t respect me. Can’t really blame him, here I was, like an apprentice on his first day of the job and I was wearing these jeans, flannel shirt and a jean jacket, a Canadian tuxedo.

I didn’t even know who I was anymore. I was a relic of history that didn’t belong. All that I knew and all that I’ve been had died a century ago. Now, I don’t fit in, like a duck in a chicken coup. It’s not that I left so much behind. I was divorced and had no family. All I left behind was myself. The era of greed and self-indulgence had ended. To Jim’s eyes, I must seem clueless and useless.

We arrived at our destination, the twin towers of a luxury condo complex. Jim explained that they huddled around working generators and used resources as efficiently as possible. Between the towers was a smaller building that was an obvious recreation centre and that was where we entered. The doors were unlocked. A large meeting room and a small library were empty but there was somebody in the weight room. Damn, was that some body. Stunning, dazzling and spectacular are just empty words compared to my speechless condition.

She was wearing spandex shorts and a bikini top and she welcomed us with a warm and almost wicked smile. Not a word was spoken as we approached. Jim must have been as tongue tied as myself looking at that incredible face and body. Maybe a bit too voluptuous for my tastes but only because women like that were so unattainable or so vain. I may have been wealthy but money doesn’t buy everything for an ordinary looking guy. 

She reclined in the seat of the machine where she was exercising. It was one of those machines that develop chest muscles, as if she needed it. Holy, fucking shit, she just removed her top and out popped out the most incredible tits I ever saw. They were way too round and firm for their size and didn’t hang as much as protrude from her chest. If she wasn’t perfect, she was as close as I ever got. She was like a statue or a piece of art. It was kind of overwhelming. Her luminescent green eyes hypnotized me and drew my attention from ogling her flawless body. She lifted a hand to her face and blew a kiss from her open palm.

“Go for it,” Jim nudged.

“What should I say?” I responded, in a minor state of shock.

He just looked at me like I was an idiot and said, “If you’re not up for it, I am.”

“Go for it,” I begged him to take the lead.

Damn it. Why did I do that? I can only blame it on culture shock.. Anyway, it was too late. Jim had already stepped up and tried to fit his hand around one of those massive globes. His mouth soon followed. Then, he kneeled in front of her and pulled the spandex down her legs as she wiggled. Not a word, not even a kiss. Not exactly intimate but incredibly erotic and I could only watch. It was sort of like a live performance of a porn flick. As Jim removed his clothes, he saw me from the corner of his eye.

“What the fuck are you doing. Get your own girl. Get a life.”

I can take a hint but before I left, I looked back to see her eyes close and mouth open as he entered her. I blindly continued, absorbed in my own thoughts. How could I be so stupid? Confronted by every man’s fantasy and I gave it away. What the hell is wrong with me? I found myself at the large glass windows that looked over a pool. The water was still and the room appeared empty. At the far end of the balcony was a door and stairs that led down. Since there was no other way out than the way I came, so I went down.

“Hi there,” came a soft feminine voice behind me, startling me.

There was a big Jacuzzi that had been obscured under the balcony and it was occupied. I did a double take when I saw her. She was like an angel. Soft, platinum blonde hair that glowed as the sunlight shone through a window from behind her. Her face was obscured in the shadows but a sultry voice could only belong to an incredible mouth . I was beginning to feel better that I missed out on the first one. 

“Well, hello,” I said in a seductive voice as if that mattered here, “What’s your name?”

“Bertha,” she responded, “I haven’t seen you before.”

“That’s a …. interesting name,” I stuttered, “I’m Mike. I’m new here…..it’s a long story.”

“Are you the guy they thawed out from before the plague?” she asked.

“Oh, then you know the story. Yeah, that’s me,” I answered, flattered by my fame.

“Everybody knows about you. You’re the one who’s going to restore us. I am so proud to meet you. Am I the going to be the first?” she had changed from seductive temptress as she burst with girlish glee. 

I stood up straight and felt the air fill my chest, “Well not quite but very close. I only got out of the hospital yesterday.”

As I got closer, the shadows peeled away. Perhaps my expectations were unrealistic but I was a little disappointed. She certainly wasn’t ugly but she wasn’t extraordinary either. She had a pleasant face and a warm smile that became more appealing the longer I looked. It was sort of a relief, actually, to be back in my own league. She may have not been the model of perfection but perfection isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, nothing at all,” I responded, “Everything is perfect.”

“Come on in,” Bertha gestured toward the water.

“I didn’t bring a bathing suit,” was my answer that seemed so out of date as the words left my mouth.

“Then I’ll just have to come out,” she said as she chuckled.

She didn’t bring a bathing suit either. Her breasts emerged from the swirling water and they were kind of small and irregular shaped but I was still thinking of the last woman I had left with Jim and that had tainted my view of reality. In my past life, I would have considered them beautiful but, in only a couple days, my standards had been changed. She turned around and lifted herself out of the water. She was a skinny thing but had wide hips. The most remarkable thing about her ass was what wasn’t there. There was this diamond shaped gap between her legs where they met her butt cheeks and it drove me nuts. It had to be filled.

Bertha glided over to a bench a picked up a towel folded there. I watched as she dried herself off and I was impressed with her grace and elegance. She had no inhibitions and insecurities about being naked. The more I saw of her, the more beautiful she became. Then, she bent over to spread her towel on the bench and her pussy peeked out between her legs. My cock stiffened with a vengeance and needed to be released from the confines of my pants. Apparently, it was in charge because I started to strip down without a thought of anything else.

“I guess you didn’t need a bathing suit,” Bertha joked.

It was only then that I realized that I was naked and my hard-on was pointed straight at her.

“I’m sorry. I just assumed, you know,” I said, ashamed.

She laughed and told me I was cute. Not exactly the image I was going for at the moment but, at least, it wasn’t bad. She mentioned that I remind her of those old movies and that she thought they were quaint but in a nice way. Those historic movies were just so different from their world and they wanted to be like that again. 

She sat on her towel with her legs together but not crossed. It’s amazing how a woman’s body centres and focuses around that triangle of curly hair. The body curves out and the legs taper up and between the legs is like a landing strip for an airplane. But that’s not the sexiest part. I bet you’re thinking I’m going to say tits or something mushy like eyes. No, it’s the mouth. Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m talking about that little expression that’s halfway between a smile and a pucker. It’s just shy of the words, “Do me”.

If that wasn’t enough, she blew me a kiss. The other girl had done that too and it seemed strange to me. Since then, I learned that it meant something more than a flirt. It doesn’t mean, “I want to kiss you” or “I want to fuck you” but “I want to share my love with you”. There’s a significant difference and it reflects the whole society. They had evolved out of necessity and out of emotional insecurities. They allowed themselves to invest themselves in the moment without concern for the future. Love is a way of life around here. It took me a long time to learn that but it didn’t keep me from enjoying the physical sex in the mean time.

She kissed me tenderly at first. Her lips were soft as a feather. The kiss started softly but grew more passionate. Time slipped by. Funny how the time you want to savour slips away like that. Next thing I knew, I was lying awkwardly on top of her with my dick threatening to poke her in the ass. Not a bad thing but probably a little forward for a first date.

As I adjusted my weight, Bertha threw her legs around me and tugged me closer. So much for the foreplay. Her hand guided me to the promised land and I slipped right in. She radiated heat over my shaft and she was already wet and ready. I was really beginning to appreciate this miraculous future. 

Good Lord, her eyes. They were devilish. They were hungry. She looked at me as if I were a chocolate cake and she was starved. It was scary and an incredible turn-on at the same time. She gripped tightly with her legs. Too tightly. All I could do was flex inside her but she enhanced every movement with her own. She didn’t move as much as squeeze and it wasn’t rhythmic like a pulse but almost random in pace and strength. I know what a udder feels like now. I had to learn how to do something like that with my inner abs when I injured my back but she had turned it into an art form.

Problem is, I just got to feel it in my ass. I got to pump it out, or in, or whatever. I think it’s a guy thing. Physically, I mean. Millions of years of evolution compelled my ass. I reached back with one hand and pushed her heel down my thigh. There you go. The musky smell of sex mixed with the stench of chlorine and, at any other time, it wouldn’t have seemed like perfume. 

I stroked slowly at first. I wanted to make this last. I used to keep this pace up for hour but that was a century ago and with my ex. Of course she wasn’t my ex at the time. This time I was just struggling not to disappoint Bertha. I wished the boards of the bench were closer together, they were hurting my knees.

Bertha was the quiet type. She just moaned and, occasionally, choked on her breath, sending tremors down her body. I was watching her expressive face and, mostly, she kept her eyes closed but she would, occasionally, look back at me with such lust that it was inspiring. I was determined to see her cum but uncertain how. Every woman is unique in what makes them squirm and as soon as a man can figure it out, she changes. It’s damned frustrating and, in my not-so-distant past, I had given up caring. Not anymore. I wiggled to the side and, then, to the top. I sped up and then slowed down and then I kept slow on the backstroke and pushed in fast and hard.

She gave me a puzzled look and asked me, “What are you doing?”

“I’m just trying to make you happy,” I answered. 

“Just look at my eyes,” she said in a soft exhale.

I thought it was some kind of a riddle at first but I did what she asked. She just looked back at me in a way that I felt total acceptance. It was a familiar feeling, like when I was a kid with my mother. Don’t get me wrong, I never did anything like that with my mother. Yuck, I’m glad I didn’t think of that at the time. After a while, I almost began to feel what she was feeling. It was fuckin’ weird. Things just happened naturally, like I had been with her a thousand times. Then, naturally, it happened. I felt her getting tighter and her body stiffened. She closed her eyes and arched her head back and just as she started to quiver, so did I.

I am so glad that her eyes were closed because when I came, I could feel my face contort into what must have been either ugly or funny. Then again, she would have accepted that too. I came so hard that my feet felt like they were burning. Don’t ask me how that works, it’s only happened a couple times before. I just stayed there, still on top of her and still inside her, breathing deeply and enjoying the bliss.

I was startled by the sound of applause behind me. I jumped up only to fall down again with my pants around my ankles. There was Jim, with his hands clasped together and a pained expression.

“Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you,” he said with sincerity that wasn’t quite convincing.

Jim continued, “Is that you, Bertha. I haven’t seen you in years. Where have you been hiding yourself?”

They continued talking while I pulled my pants up. I missed most of the conversation but heard something about her working as a mechanic. That was the first time I ever made love to a mechanic. It wasn’t that dreamy, passionate kind of sex that we all fantasize about. It was real and uncomfortable with those odd squishy sounds but reality can be better than a dream. She got dressed and mentioned that she had to go to work. She kissed me goodbye and handed me a slip of paper with her phone number.

“You’re a lucky man,” Jim told me, “Bertha is one of the best. A lot better than that driftwood I was stuck with.”

So, as I swaggered out of there, Jim nudged, “What do you think of Brenda.” 

“She was so thin, I was scared to break her, ” I joked.

“I seen what you’re packing,” Jim snickered, “You don’t have to worry about that.”

Was that necessary? I mean, that’s my Achilles heel and he went straight for the jugular. Jim led me to an office that took about a half hour to walk to. We didn’t speak much. I contemplated how I was going to fit into this new society. I was a success before and I could do it again. I’ll prove it.

Once in the office, I met Mabel and we exchanged platitudes. I tried to hide a smirk at the ridiculous names their parents picked out but I guess that they didn’t attach any stereotypes to them. Mabel was one of the older women I’ve met which means she looked like she was in her thirties. She also had an elegance and wisdom that comes with age. Actually, she was quite attractive and I was getting anxious to do my job. I didn’t even realize, till she stood up from behind her desk that she was about to drop a litter. 

I whispered to Jim, “Do you think it’s safe for me to fuck her?”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he whispered back.

I spent the rest of the afternoon with Mabel. She asked me a lot of questions about what my job was before the plague and then she asked me if I had any skills. She said that she would find something for me to do. This all came as a surprise because I already thought I had a job. I wondered if she was talking in some kind of innuendo. Apparently not.

Mabel actually had a car, something I hadn’t seen since, okay, a couple days. We drove up to a big house and she told me that it was mine. 

“It’s too large for me,” I suggested with the idea of those two towers and hundreds of rooms of women.

“Then you’ll just have to find some roommates,” she answered.



Reset Ch. 03



I woke up alone. Brenda was probably at college and Sarah was doing whatever she does. I took a deep breath and stretched, feeling very good about the night before. The more I thought about it, I felt very good about the past six months. 

I remembered when I was thawed out and my first week here. I had a lot to learn. Now, it's just common sense. One of the first things I had to do was acquire a harem, as I call it. The girls hate when I say that but the truth is, I'm their boy toy for which I am very grateful. There are six of them now. Well, six regulars and then others drop by every now and then. 

It was remarkably easy to find girls. Most of them found me. Friends of friends and that kind of thing. Brenda was one of the first. She is Bertha's daughter and I met her after I called. Bertha told me she wanted to introduce me to someone special but I would have to wait a couple of days. I was shocked when I met her. I had to ask if she was old enough. She was eighteen, just. It was her face, not her body, that exuded youth. I can't really explain it. I never paid much attention to teenagers since I was one. It might have been the pony tails.

"Happy Birthday," I said.

"I'm so glad you called," Bertha interceded, "I thought you would be perfect to break in my little girl."

"Mom!" Brenda complained.

"You mean, I'm the first to..." I stuttered, "I'm flattered."

"Considering who you are, I thought it should be something special for her," Bertha continued, "Besides, your little penis won't hurt her so much."

After a few seconds, maybe minutes, of humility, I could live with that. She didn't intend it as an insult and who would have guessed it to be an advantage. First, we had dinner and talked. After all, this century is still civilized. It wasn't just wham, bam, thank you ma'am. My little guy wished it was. Just sitting there and knowing I was going to bust that cherry was driving me wild. I felt like a pervert wanting this teenager but what man wouldn't want her. She was prettier and sexier than she had any right to be. If only she wasn't a redhead. Redheads scare me. My first two girlfriends were redheads and I learned my lesson well.

After dinner, Bertha discretely left us to ourselves. I felt like a teenager again, pun intended. It was as though I was trying to get to first base on prom night. Youth must be contagious. If only age wasn't. I think we were both waiting for each other to make the first move. Finally, I touched the soft, warm flesh of her blushed cheek and held it, preparing for a kiss.

Brenda had, and still has, the most amazing tits. They're like optical illusions. From the front, they were small and round but from the side they were large and pointy. They were firm and fresh and I played with them till she got upset. I bounced them and squeezed them and tweaked them like I had never seen any before. I never would have guessed she was a virgin. When it came down to it, I think I was more nervous than her. And then, woohoo, ride 'em cowboy. Sex ed must be quite a bit more extensive nowadays. She was a virgin? Ya, right. It only seemed natural to invite her to live with me. I was relieving her mother of an unnecessary burden. Not all of the harem were as young as her. Some of them even looked adult.

I was a middle aged man when I got frozen but the longer I'm here and looking in the mirror, I look like an old man. At the same time, I feel immature even compared to Brenda. They were raised to support the society. They were almost selfless in that regard. After working themselves to exhaustion, they devoted themselves to breeding like rabbits. Not only because that was the way they were engineered, but because they were obliged to.

It seemed like half the population was devoted to the welfare and education of the children. The other half was, of course, children. Even the children were expected to contribute and that's where I crossed paths with them. I was assigned to do resourcing. This involved going from one abandoned house and building to another and gathering non-perishable food and light bulbs or whatever. It was thoroughly degrading being trained by a twelve year old but that didn't last long.

Naturally, all the supermarkets had been ransacked decades ago but nobody, after the plague, realized that supermarkets had to be supplied from somewhere. What do you know, my specialty was commercial and industrial real estate. Pretty soon, I was dragging the kids to the warehouse district and we hit the bonanza. 

"It's to make a slip and slide," was my feeble excuse when they caught me stocking up on baby oil and rolls of plastic.

Then, they asked if they could play too. That was an awkward moment. The way I intended to play was not for kids. By the way, if you want to try this at home and there is going to be four or more, make sure to cover the not only the bed and floors but go up about two or three feet up the walls with the plastic. Use plenty of duct tape between the sheets of plastic and don't spare the masking tape on the walls and furniture. Trust me. You might want to put pillows under the plastic and around the bed if you bruise easily. This is extreme and should be performed with caution. A large bathtub is my second choice, but I almost drowned when it started getting wild. But what a way to go, ba dum bump.

Where was I, oh yeah. The problem with getting away from the city was the dogs. Those pets of a century ago had gone feral and bred into curly tailed mongrels. I was told that they had all but destroyed every kind of wildlife except for birds and rodents. As if mankind hadn't done enough already. The only thing that kept them out of the city was guns. Since I was the biggest, I was given the gun. It probably would have been better off in the hands of the twelve year old. I had never held a gun before in my life. Thankfully, we didn't run across any problems.

Then, I learned about their economic system. It was too socialistic for my taste but it was still based on a reward system. Unfortunately, I had to share the booty with the little snot noses. 

This was also the time that I ran across their bureaucrats. Essentially, these were the people who couldn't do anything else useful. I was so grateful that I didn't get assigned to them. They didn't even have the wits to be corrupt. They pushed their paper around for their measly salaries and didn't dare to dream of greater things. I would have suffocated among them.

It was a scholastic model of management. They had no concept of business. I was like a wolf among the sheep. Soon, I was hiring people to work for me. Just a bit of organizing and I was sending crews out in trucks to nearby cities. They got paid better, the whole community prospered and I got wealthy. I just didn't know how to spend it. A Hawaii vacation was out of the question. Nobody lived there anymore. Fancy cars and big homes were free except for the upkeep. What's the point? Status symbols were only effective if they're respected.

With new supplies of gas, people starting driving instead of walking and biking. They enjoyed luxuries that they had never known and they had more leisure time. The one thing my generation had left plenty of behind was entertainment but they had little time for that before. I had made a difference. I had justified myself and brought them closer to their goals of restoring the old ways, or so I thought.

Jim called to say he wanted to talk in person. I hadn't seen him in months but I didn't miss him either. I really had no ill feelings. In fact, I welcomed the opportunity to prove how well I've done. He was one of those tall, handsome, intelligent types. I always hated those guys. I asked the girls to stick around to treat him like a guest and they were a little to happy to oblige. It's hard to be jealous when you're surrounded by love but it's just as hard to change your way of thinking. I was changing, though. I felt more generous, almost magnanimous and I felt more secure. Secure enough to extend my emotions without fear of being hurt. Well, almost. I was still learning. Maybe it's something you can never truly abandon. Betrayal hurts most when it's from those closest. 

It was unfortunate that only three of the girls could be there when Jim came by. We sat and caught up casually at first but I noticed that Jim had an eye for Brenda. It occurred to me that he must enjoy his job at the college. Brenda noticed too and sat next to him after delivering a drink. I watched carefully as she brushed against him and his hand fell to her thigh. I could tell he was uncomfortable. It hadn't occurred to me that men don't usually share their women. I was just trying to be polite but as I thought about it, no other man had done this for me. 

Thankfully, Sarah and Harriet took the lead. Jim lost his inhibitions when he saw Harriet pull down my zipper and lower her lips to my lap. I wish I could have seen his face but Sarah's was is mine. I got a clear view when Sarah removed her blouse. They were kissing passionately and he had his hand on Brenda's incredible tit. I remembered back to my first day since my Popsicle time. I pictured Linda's proud expression as I boinked her daughter, Elle and I felt the same. I was a little concerned that Brenda would prefer him to me but, then again, I had two and he only had one. Nyah, nyah.

That's the way it went for a while. I only caught occasional glimpses of Jim and Brenda. I always had something stuck in my face. Not that I'm complaining, it's just that I was curious. Is there something wrong with me wanting to see another guy fucking my girlfriend? I managed to manoeuvre Harriet on top of Sarah. I knew Sarah was into this but Harriet had never shown any interest in another woman. She didn't seem to object as Sarah sucked on her nipples and I considered my options. There's only one more beautiful sight than to have a warm, willing pussy in front of you, and that's two of them. One black and one white made it even more exotic. Didn't I mention that before? 

Sarah is the black one. Pardon me if this sounds stereotypical but she had a big round ass that drew me like a moth to a fire. I just loved to pound her from behind, holding on for dear life. She's a little plump but not fat. That much more to love, right. That's what I say about myself. Harriet, on the other hand is an amazon. Six feet of bulging muscle that made me feel a little inadequate at times. Other times, I was just proud she wanted me. This time was one of the latter. Only problem was that Harriet had a bush that I wanted to take a lawn mower to. I always thought it was funny that her nickname was Harry.

I also got to watch Brenda riding Jim and I, instinctively, matched their pace. Isn't it strange that I was distracted imagining that I could be in Brenda when I was already humping Harriet. It's not that I liked Brenda any more then Harriet. It's just that I wanted what I didn't have and he did. Damn bastard outlasted me though. Then again, he only had one. Harriet and Sarah continued without me, but it was a lot easier to watch the girls rather than Jim's ass and hairy balls. I left to refill my drink and waited in the dining room. Just before I was about to refill it again, Jim joined me in the dining room. He looked dishevelled but happy. 

"Thanks," he said

"Don't thank me," I told him.

"They're still busy in there," Jim quipped, followed by a long time of uncomfortable silence.

I thought about going back in there and watching them but then I would just get another woody and they would want me to join them. And for, God knows, how long. The second helping always takes longer. It was just too much work. 

"Uhh, I need a vacation" was all I could think at the time.

"Anyway, I came here to talk to you about something. We don't think that you are living up to your expectations."

"What do you mean?" I complained, "I brought wealth into the whole community. I raised the style of living."

"It's not that," Jim argued, "We feel that you haven't been spreading yourself around enough."

"What the fuck do you want from me? I got six girls who live here and there are a few more that come by," I replied.

"Exactly. We didn't thaw you out to sit around the house."

"So, what kind of numbers do you expect from me?

"Do the words, do it till you drop, mean anything to you?" Jim said with a sinister grin, "Seriously, start circulating girls in and out of the house. If they're not pregnant in three months, pass them down the line and move on to the next one. If they are pregnant, congratulations and move on."

That really got me thinking. I thought about it for days. Did those words mean anything to me? They meant that it was time to weigh my soul and reanalyse my purpose. It was inhuman to treat people like that, not to mention myself, but I will. Despite whatever I did, my only value was my sperm. Frankly, I began to realize that I could only pollute the gene pool. They had it so much better than my time. They were loving and generous and everything that my generation could only dream of. Going back to the way things were could only be several steps backward. They had developed the perfect society and I was the key to it's destruction. I learned to love this new world. I wanted to be part of it and contribute for the betterment of the whole. 

My girls had become my family. Sure, it was an incestuous family but I loved each one of them all dearly. Not one of them was any more special than another. Like all families, we had some discourse and problems but, in the end, it didn't really matter. What was important is that they we knew we forgave each other for our screw-ups and faults. Shit, it was their faults that made them endearing. I must be very endearing.

All I have managed to do was set them back on the path of reckless consumption. And what could I offer them in the future? If I am successful, my children are doomed to aging ungracefully and limited intellect. If they are lucky, greed and selfishness are not genetic. My genes would spread like a disease through the whole community. I knew what I had to do. 

The following week was Christmas but they didn't celebrate it with shopping and gifts. They had a huge block party. Actually, with their open sexuality, it made Mardi Gras look tame. I wasn't in the mood for that, though. I climbed up on the stage and gave a small dramatic speech. I remember words like, "snake in their garden of paradise" and "pollution to perfection." In a theatrical gesture, I blew a kiss to the audience and, then, I pulled the gun out and pointed it at myself. I didn't stick it in my mouth. That was just too phallic. Besides, I wanted to leave behind a good looking corpse. My audience screamed and begged me to stop. I saw Bertha and Brenda and the look of horror on their faces but I was doing it for them. For all of them.

It would have made one hell of a statement if I hadn't missed. Duh, I couldn't have written this if I was dead. The next thing I knew, I was back in the hospital with Doctor Williams and Jim standing over me.

"You're such an idiot," Jim snubbed as he shook his head.

"You're lucky you didn't hit a major organ. We don't have the facilities to deal with that," Doctor Williams told me.

Turns out that the bullet just grazed my shoulder. I was aiming for my heart. I passed out when my head hit the stage.

"You really don't understand, do you?" Doctor Williams continued with a hint of sarcasm, "We brought you back because of your flaws. Perfection, as you call it, comes at a price..."

"And we can't afford it," Jim interrupted, "All we want is a normal life. Not for us and probably not for our children but, maybe, for our grandchildren, and yours. Don't you get it yet? Once the novelty wears off, you'll want someone special. It doesn't work that way, we got a job to do."