"What
are we going to do, chief? We haven't had a chance to do Quality
Assurance on any of the new set of studs. We don't know if any of them
will work."
"The program on engineering the studs has already
delayed this project. The interplanetary spacecraft is complete, and
they've started to freeze and load the colonists. There is absolutely
no way that we can delay this again!"
"But... But the entire mission --!"
"I've heard enough excuses! Find a solution!"
Dr.
Frankincense reviewed his options. There were forty strains under
development. The idea had been to find one that met the specifications
fully and include several individuals. But last time around none of the
strains met specifications. All had known flaws. But a dozen were
pretty good and might work. He'd just include one individual from each
strain and hope for the best. Or maybe two. The truth was, no one on
Earth would ever know if it worked. The colonists wouldn't reach their
new home for hundreds of years. He and the chief and everyone else back
on Earth would be long dead.
They'd keep the breeding program
going for future colonization efforts. Surely they could fudge the
records about this one. He and the rest of the team would be heroes.
His heart also sank as he realized there was no time to update the
instructions for the colonists either.
Fran
woke up with what felt like the hangover from hell. Her memories came
back to her slowly, in bits and pieces. She had left on a colonization
effort to a nearby world, a desperate attempt to restart human
civilization somewhere other than the dying earth. There had been no
guarantee they would ever get to their destination or that every one of
the series of vital steps would go according to plan. But apparently
they all had, because she was alive. Alive! And with a group of others
who had also survived the journey. They were on a new planet orbiting a
new sun, and their opportunity was to start over and rebuild
civilization.
When the dust had settled and they had taken
inventory, there were 261 individuals, all between the ages of 14 and
25. They were all female.
The instructions on the subject of reproduction were of great interest.
"To
lessen the chances of mission failure due to disaster in any one
location, you must grow and establish new colonies within a few
decades. Rapid population growth is vital to the success of the
mission. As a result, you should all give birth to babies as often as
human biology allows. Most of you should be pregnant most of the time.
One reason the expedition is composed overwhelmingly of females of
childbearing age is to allow rapid population growth. Another reason is
that experience and scientific modeling suggest that the presence of
men might also give rise to unhealthy social patterns as they would vie
with each other for dominance.
"You do of course require males
for fertilization purposes. Among your frozen cargo supplies are a few
men who are tailored for the purpose at hand. At the appropriate time,
within a couple weeks of your landing, you will thaw one of them. He
will provide for your reproductive needs. Each of these men has been
genetically engineered so he can easily determine by sense of smell
when a woman is fertile. He will express his sexual interest in you at
the appropriate time. All you need to do is submit to his advances.
This won't take much of your time, and you can focus your energies on
all the other tasks you must perform."
That was the basics of
it. When you went into heat, the stud would arrive and breed you. Wham,
bam. There were other details. In case one man didn't perform his
duties adequately, there were nine backups, though they noted that a
single male should easily be able to service the entire female
population. To prevent any scheming or politicking, the men were
engineered to be intellectually very limited. This was also handy so if
the women needed to refreeze a male he wouldn't know enough to object.
(One thing they had plenty of was energy -- a small nuclear reactor.
The freezers would keep going indefinitely).
Then there was
this: "One final characteristic of these males is that all of the
babies they father will be girls. In the distant future, an antidote
will be made available that can remove this feature and return their
sperm production to normal, where they will father a roughly equal mix
of girls and ordinary, normal boys. The specific formula is known only
to the computers and will not be revealed until an appropriate time,
many decades from now. Your men are engineered for a long life of full
sexual potency, but it will still probably require two or three in
sequence to provide the fertilization services for as long as required."
The
women valued love and sexual attraction, but they also realized that in
the life on Earth that they dimly remembered, it was so interesting it
was distracting.
Here they all needed to work hard and work
together. Here they had to wear masks when they went outside and might
end up living largely on algae soup for years to come. Their very
survival was at stake. A lack of love and romance was nowhere near the
top of their list of problems., and the entire dating and mating game
would get in the way of their other tasks.
A
mere 26 days after their landing, it was time to wake up the man. He
would have sex with the fertile ones among them. Who was fertile?
All
the women and girls were under strict instructions to track their
periods, but it doesn't take much to mess up women's cycles. Prolonged
freezing and waking up in a new, hostile environment were plenty. So
initially, at least, they all had to be ready to be bred at any time.
Some of the younger girls were virgins, and, as per instructions,
"Sexually experienced women should instruct the less experienced on how
to prepare themselves so as to not present any obstacle to the mating
act." Dildos were not included among their supplies, so fingers had to
do.
Within the spacecraft pods that had been turned into
buildings, space was at a premium. The concept of "bed" was far in
their future. When night came, mats were spread on the floor of their
work areas. The women slept side by side on these mats. Could there be
any privacy for mating? The toilet cubicle was judged to be too small.
It seemed doubtful.
They started Alan thawing on Monday morning
at 8am and they knew it would be at least a few hours before he would
be awake enough to do his job.
"Where am I?" said a hoarse but deep voice. He could at least talk.
Fran
had been left with his unzipped "body bag" in one of the smaller rooms.
She was sitting on the floor working on her tablet, and now she turned.
One qualification for her job as wake-up companion was she was having
her period. That should guarantee that no compulsion to mate would
interfere with his waking up.
"Hello, Alan," she said. "You're in a strange new place. All of us are. But it's fun and exciting."
"Oh," he said, but didn't ask more. He gradually sat up and drank.
"I
gotta go," he said without shame. Fran produced a small bucket that had
been set aside for that purpose. He worked his dick through his fly.
Fran got her first look at a penis in a long time. Somehow it looked
pretty special. There had been no time for sex in the last few months
back on Earth either. He shook his dick to get the last few drops of
pee off and stuck it back inside.
He drank more, ate what she
offered, and stretched his muscles. She helped him stand and walk. He
got around independently within an hour, if a little unsteadily.
Alan
was six feet tall, dark hair, brown eyes, square jaw. A closely cropped
beard. A pretty appealing body. Profuse pubic hair, and ... were those
balls bigger than usual? They sure looked big to her.
Fran judged he looked ready.
"Want to meet everyone else?"
"OK," he said.
Fran pressed the intercom spot on her tablet and said, "Alan's coming out!"
There
were 35 women in this particular building that day, occupying 6 main
rooms, and there was tense whispering as the door opened.
When
Alan appeared, he said, "Oh!" and began sniffing. His nose was pretty
efficient, for within a few seconds he had steered himself into an
adjacent room and zoomed in on Yvonne, sniffing her crotch. There was a
big bulge in his sweatpants.
"I guess you're first!" said a woman nearby.
"Um, OK," Yvonne said. "What do I do?"
"Well, start by taking your pants off! And lie on the floor!"
When
she'd done that, Alan took control. He pulled his own pants down to his
knees to reveal a stiff penis, and he mounted her. He aimed his cock
with his fingers and pushed in hard.
"Ow," said Yvonne softly.
"Unnnh,
unnnh, unnnh," said Alan in his deep, guttural voice as he burrowed his
cock a little deeper with each thrust. Ten seconds after initial entry,
he said, "Aaahhhhhh!" and a second later he pulled out and sat on the
floor beside Yvonne, breathing heavily.
Yvonne murmured, "This is pretty embarrassing!" as she got up and retrieved her own underpants and sweatpants and put them on.
"Hey, you're leading the way... We'll all have our turn I guess..."
"So, Alan, how was that?" asked Fran. "You done that before?"
"No," he said, grinning. Soon he was sniffing.
The 35 women had all stopped what they were doing and gathered around. Maybe 20 had seen some of what had happened.
The
women fell back as he got up. His nose rapidly zoomed in on the crotch
of Beth. Yvonne was 22, but Beth was a 14-year-old virgin.
"Uh-oh," she said.
"You know what to do," said Fran.
Beth said, "Could you all go away!"
"Yeah, give her some privacy," said Fran, and the other women reluctantly went back into other rooms, out of sight.
Fran kept watch, however. Beth stepped out of her pants and panties.
Alan immediately got down on his knees in front of her and glued his nose between her legs.
"Oooo!
Aaahhhh!" he said. He had not put his bottoms back on after mating with
Yvonne. His cock was soft, but as Fran watched it began lengthening.
"Let me get down on the floor, OK?" said Beth.
But
Alan paid no attention. Beth's back was against a wall, and he held her
there. With his left hand he lifted her right thigh and buried his nose
more deeply between her legs in her pubic hair.
"Rub yourself so you get wet at least," called a woman who was peeking around the corner.
Beth moved her fingers down and began a rapid motion on her clitoris. He didn't object as it didn't interfere with his sniffing.
Now his cock was stiff again.
Fran came closer and said, "Alan, let her get down, it will work easier."
But
Alan paid no mind. He now stood up and nuzzled his cock tip in where
his nose had been. But Beth was shorter than he was and the angle was
all wrong. He tried to hold her open with his fingers and push, but of
course it wouldn't go in. He humped strongly but his cock was not
inside.
"Arrggghh!" he yelled in frustration.
Fran said more forcefully, "It will all work, just give us a second," pushing him aside.
When Beth was released, she quickly slithered to the floor and lay on her back, legs spread wide.
Alan immediately lay down on her and held her pussy open with one hand and aimed with the other.
He surged in.
"Aww, shit!" cried Beth under her breath.
"Oooo, nnnnnhhhhh!" growled Alan.
Beth
shot an accusing glance at Fran, who was close by. She realized other
women were peeking around the corners. "Yeah, get back everyone." She
too disappeared around the corner, figuring that once Alan was in, the
rest of the mating was up to him.
From around the corner she
heard the guttural sounds of his desire and pleasure. Perhaps because
he had come just a few minutes earlier, he kept thrusting away in Beth
for quite some time.
But it was still less than three minutes
later that they heard an increased urgency in his grunts and then an
unmistakable sound of release and satisfaction.
"How's it going?" asked Fran softly.
"OK," sighed Beth.
Fran
went in and found Alan once again sitting on the floor beside Beth,
looking totally satisfied as his slick cock slowly shrank.
Beth had turned away and was pulling her panties and pants back on.
"Maybe
time to rest," said Fran, helping Alan to his feet and ushering him
back into the room where he'd woken up. With the door shut, he should
not be enticed by any odors wafting up from the crotches of the other
women.
Gail
caught his interest in time to turn around, drop her pants and present
her rear end. Alan figured out doggy style just fine. In fact he liked
it better and from then on when he found a girl in heat he turned her
around and did her that way. It became the standard. If the women were
going to get an impersonal fucking, better to use the more impersonal,
animal position for it.
Rather than passively waiting for Alan,
wondering when he might suddenly appear and demand a mating, some of
the women liked to be more in control. When it was anywhere near the
middle of the month, those women presented their crotch to Alan first
thing in the morning. If he mated with them right then, they'd be free
the rest of the day.
All their habitation pods were within a
mile of each other, so it was an easy matter to lead Alan from one to
the other day by day. Sometimes he'd sniff a girl and say with a leer,
"Soon. I'll get to you soon." So the girl would be ready the next day.
And while he was intellectually limited, Alan's memory for geography
and fertile pussies was pretty good. He'd said "soon" to one of the
girls in the farthest building. Winds were up the next day so they
figured they'd keep Alan closer in. But he remembered the "soon" girl,
and insisted on going up there and mating with her. A couple women
accompanied him, of course.
They couldn't afford to have Alan
sleeping in his own room by himself, so he lay down with the others.
And sometimes a woman would wake up to Alan trying to roll her over.
Getting the idea, she'd manage to get up on hands and knees so he could
fuck her from behind. It was no big surprise for others to wake in the
night to the sound and sight of two humans doing it doggy style a
couple yards away.
They encouraged Alan to walk around naked on
the bottom, and he didn't mind. There was less in the way when he
developed a sudden and intense urge to fuck and went to mount. The
women could also easily tell when he was ready to do it. Sometimes he
was just curious. He took to sniffing women's crotches a lot, even when
his cock was limp. When it got stiff, there was usually someone right
nearby he wanted to breed.
The
mating seemed to be under control. Alan was doing his job. Two weeks
went by, and he'd gotten to about 71 of the women and girls. Averaging
five a day. They figured the ones he skipped maybe hadn't ovulated that
month. It was OK that he wasn't on track to get to everyone. They
didn't actually want 261 babies born within a month of each other!
However,
Beth got her period, and then Yvonne. Another half dozen women got
their periods, in roughly the same order he'd mated with them, 14 days
after fertilization. He seemed to have the right time of month. What
was going wrong? Experienced women knew he was ejaculating because they
could smell the semen.
It looked like he was an ineffective
stud. That would never do. They waited a week, to see if perhaps he was
having a start-up problem. Then they waited until he'd inseminated the
second woman in an hour, relaxed and happy.
"A shot to keep you healthy," said their doctor Colleen.
"Ow,"
murmured Alan as the needle jabbed. But within minutes he was out. His
beard had been growing -- no shaving supplies here yet. They did a
rough trim before packing him up. They followed the procedure and put
him back in the freezer.
Bob
was 5'8", with brown hair and brown eyes. He didn't seem to understand
language and he didn't talk at all. But he took hints as to what they
wanted him to do and he was toilet trained.
As he approached May, his dick started getting hard. Maybe it was a little below average in size, they later agreed.
"This
can't be right," she said, "I'm having my period." She started walking
away, thinking maybe her smell was confused with someone else nearby.
But Bob was stiff, he followed May, and he wanted May. When they tried to hold him back, he got angry.
"Let
him, I guess," said May. When her panties came down they saw in the
crotch a thick cloth pad dark with period blood. No paper products
around here -- they re-used the same stained cloth pads over and over.
As
his cock surged in, more blood surged out. Fifteen seconds of violent
thrusting later Bob groaned and relaxed, and bloody genitals separated.
Julie wasn't bleeding when he got her, but she had cramps. Her period started six hours later.
Bob's sense of smell was excellent -- he was just smelling the wrong thing. That would never do.
Charlie was blond, with blue eyes and a light brown close-cropped beard. Six foot two and notably lean.
After they released him, he went straight for Linda, who quickly turned and presented her naked rear end to him for the taking.
He
mounted and began thrusting. The only problem was his cock was still
floppy. He didn't make any attempt to insert it, but it wouldn't have
worked if he had. He pushed away hands that tried to intervene and kept
humping with enthusiasm. After 15 minutes he pulled away, breathing
hard.
"Did he get a good whiff?"
They pushed his face forward towards Linda's rear end. He sniffed deeply, but his cock stayed limp.
"Maybe if we play with it?" suggested Fran.
Her hands went in to caress and stroke. He held still and smiled. But no matter how much they stroked he stayed soft.
After
ten minutes, he mounted Linda again and started humping with
enthusiasm, but once again his floppy cock just bounced against her
pussy.
They got him away from Linda and brought him to another
building. He sniffed Anne with enthusiasm and mounted her from the rear
and humped away. But his penis remained small and limp.
Several
women had experience with giving head from the old days and tried what
boyfriends back on Earth had liked best. He smiled patiently and took
what was offered, but no luck in producing an erection. Missionary
style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl -- nothing. When he was on his back,
sticking a fertile crotch right on his face -- nothing.
Daniel was chunky. Not fat, but chunky, roughly 5'9". Curly brown hair and brown eyes.
Megan's
pussy attracted him, and as he sniffed and smiled, his cock got hard.
The women watched with renewed appreciation -- Charlie had taught that
a stiff cock wasn't something to take for granted. When it was erect,
it was thick.
Daniel got it into Megan and began humping. Alan
and Bob had typically lasted around 10 seconds if they were fresh,
maybe 2 minutes if they'd just done another girl within the past hour.
Daniel kept humping. Minutes went by. The thick cock kept thrusting in
and out. At 15 minutes Megan said, "I gotta admit, this is feeling
GOOD!"
"Try a squeeze?"
They could tell she'd succeeded when Daniel got more excited and thrust harder. But still he didn't finish.
At
45 minutes Daniel was sweating profusely. He'd seem to get more
excited, then go back to regular humping. His excitement built once
more, and then finally he groaned and held himself deep for several
seconds before withdrawing. It looked like he'd done it! He'd gotten
further than Charlie. But it had taken 49 minutes of fucking.
Daniel
was exhausted and lay down to rest. He ate and drank. Four hours later
he got up to wander, found Callie and started in on her. At 5 minutes
Callie said, "Hey, I'm going to take advantage. He's thick and he keeps
going!" She reached her fingers in and rubbed herself lightly as Daniel
pounded into her from the rear. Within a minute Callie gasped and then,
panting, lay her front down on the mat. Her butt stayed up in fuckable
position, and Daniel kept fucking it. At 45 minutes Daniel's thrusts
got slower, and then he pulled back and sat on the floor, panting.
"I
don't think he finished," said Callie. The others agreed. After a quick
discussion Callie left. They hoped that Daniel would recover after some
rest, and her alluring odor wouldn't help.
The next morning he
seemed refreshed and in another building he found Diana. Having heard
of his difficulties, she presented herself in missionary position,
hoping that might help him. He hesitated but accepted that flavor of
invitation. After ten minutes of holding himself up like a gentleman,
he let his weight down on Diana, while down below he kept fucking away.
Diana toughed it out for a while, but she was having trouble getting
enough air. A couple women reached in under his chest to take some of
Daniel's weight. After half an hour he rolled off. But his cock stayed
stiff and they all agreed he hadn't come. After a couple minutes he
tried to get up and mount, but then lay back again, clearing exhausted.
"Why don't you ride him?"
"Good idea!" said Diana.
As she impaled herself he looked on with interest and then smiled.
He kept smiling as she lifted and pressed down, lifted and pressed.
"Anything wrong if I try to get off?" said Diana.
The
women agreed there was nothing wrong with that. As her four companions
watched, she moved with intensity, grinding a bit when their pubic hair
was mashed together. Two minutes later she gasped again and again and
let herself down on the smiling Daniel.
After a few seconds of her not moving, he began humping upward into her.
Figuring he'd had his rest, Diana pulled off and presented her butt.
Daniel
went at her doggy style, panting. They were all quietly rooting for him
to finish, and 15 minutes later he twitched and moaned. He'd managed it!
They got him resting comfortably in a corner and soon he was asleep.
Daniel
always lasted a long time, and a fair number of women took advantage to
give themselves orgasms. Lucky Wendy got one just by him doing her from
the rear, with no hands. She had another shuddering release. And
another. She confessed that she'd always been able to come pretty
easily. And his thick cock helped. He didn't manage to come inside her,
however.
On average, he managed to come roughly once ever other
day. Then it was just twice a week. They didn't know if he was making
the women pregnant, but it wasn't a very fast pace. They decided to try
having two men awake at once.
When
Eric woke up he found Irene quickly, did her from behind, and delivered
his load in ten seconds. But then he stayed by her side, looking at her
tenderly. Eventually they coaxed him away. He sniffed Alexa and his
cock got stiff, but he wouldn't mount. He found Irene again, mounted
her and gave her another load. He napped by himself briefly, but when
he got up he went looking for Irene. When she went to bed, he insisted
on lying down beside her, cuddling her.
"Could you, uh, leave me alone?" she asked.
Eric was one of the ones who didn't understand language. He didn't move.
"Looks like Irene has a boyfriend!"
"Yeah,
I guess so. Might be called sexual harassment in the old days. Physical
chemistry is pretty good, but his personality... uh..."
The others laughed.
A
few minutes later Eric wanted Irene again, so she lay back and he was
delighted to do her missionary style, gazing lovingly into her eyes for
the 25 seconds it took him to come.
"Anyone want some seconds from my pussy?" said Irene. "I've had plenty..."
Alexa
was interested. Irene dug into her pussy to finger out what she could.
Alexa fingered it up inside herself. It was worth a try.
Could
they trick him? Tina presented herself in doggy position. Irene sat on
her rear end, legs spread wide. Eric looked briefly puzzled. They tried
aiming his cock into Tina instead of Irene. But Eric wasn't that
stupid. He found his one and only pussy and fucked that one instead.
The trick didn't work any better in the dark.
Daniel's
extensive exertions made some of the women pregnant! Irene got pregnant
too, and one of the ten women she'd fingered it into. (Eric kept at
Irene even after she was obviously no longer fertile).
Then
Daniel went at young Beth in the evening, having done Hannah that
morning. He pounded away hard, sweating and puffing, and then groaned
and relaxed. But it was not orgasm, it was a heart attack. They
couldn't revive him.
"Hey,
I found a note with Frank!" shouted Fran, who had unzipped his bag to
wake him up. She read the hand-written scrawl to herself, then out loud
when a half dozen women had gathered. "Having some QA problems with the
guys. Gave you some extra ones after the manual was printed. Good luck!
Fingers crossed."
That explained a lot. They did an inventory and found that there were a total of 26 guys, not 10!
Frank
was a wiry redhead. What was quickly apparent was that his cock, while
rather skinny, was over 9 inches long. He found the fertile girls and
he got it in. But he was determined to get the whole thing in.
Complaints and shrieks and even screaming didn't faze him. He kept
shoving it in -- hard. Maybe they could have stood it if he'd been the
kind who came in 10 seconds, but he took a couple minutes.
Five
women suffered that way, four of them with pain deep in their pussy
that lasted several days. Eventually they found that he'd knocked up
four of the five, but he was long ago put back in the freezer.
George was the smartest one they had, though still seriously retarded.
He was doing well at ejaculating in four or five fertile women a day. Until he had his revelation.
"Fran, Fran," he said.
"Yes, George."
"I'm different from all of you."
"That's right -- you're special. You've got a wonderful penis and testicles, and you're doing a very important job!"
"But I'm stupid. And you're all laughing at me."
"Oh,
no, we're just joking!" With the sex life of barnyard animals, women
joked to help themselves along. And they hadn't picked up right away
how much George took in.
"You're using me."
"Oh, heavens,
George. We're using you for something very special -- you'll be a daddy
to lots and lots of children!" This wasn't strictly true. Part of what
made these men special was that their testicles were actually an
amalgam of testicle tissue from a 60 different men, as a way to ensure
genetic diversity.
George pouted.
"It feels good, doesn't it?"
George smiled, then frowned. "But you're using me."
Mostly George lay in bed, sulking. A number of women did their best to humor him.
Nancy
was pretty sure she was fertile, and when she came by made sure her
crotch was well within sniffing range. They could tell he got stiff
under his pants, but they couldn't get him to do his natural duty.
After Nancy left they saw him turn to the wall and jerk himself off
inside his pants, then relax.
"Oh, George, let me help you clean that up!" said Nancy.
George
was suspicious when they pulled down his pants and underpants and
carefully wiped up the sticky mess. Nancy disappeared around the corner
with the cloth and got the sticky stuff up into herself as far as she
could.
The next time, the clever George figured it out. "You're using me!" he said. "That's the stuff you want and you're using me!"
From
then on when they got him excited with a fertile pussy, he went to the
toilet. They could hear him coming, but they couldn't retrieve any
sperm.
After
thawing Jake's peak consciousness was quite limited. He would drink if
they put a straw in his mouth. He wouldn't chew solid food, but he
would swallow diluted food paste. He wasn't toilet trained, so they put
him in diapers. He spent all day lying in bed.
And yet -- if
they put a fertile pussy right above his nose -- even better if they
got some pussy juice to spread on his upper lip -- and gave him head
vigorously, for several minutes, he would come in a woman's mouth. She
spit it out on his chest, and fertile women fingered it into themselves.
They managed to harvest sperm from Jake twice a week.
Kyle
found fertile Molly, got stiff, plunged in and fucked. But then he
started strangling her. Nearby women hadn't planned on this
eventuality. He was strong, but eventually they got Molly away. She
needed surgery but did survive (she also got pregnant). Hoping it was a
fluke, strong women stood by when he mounted the next girl. But he
started strangling her too. It took some effort to get him to stop, and
the women got bruises from their battle to get him under control.
Oscar
hated noise and confusion, and in the normal course of events there was
a lot of noise and confusion in the houses of the colony. He would curl
up into a ball and rock.
They tried making one house calm, just
for him, and concentrated quiet tasks there. Still, he would startle at
the sound of a dropped pencil or a sneeze. And yet -- at night, if they
put a single fertile female in the same room with him, six feet away,
he might, gradually, bit by bit, get close to her, work his way behind
her, and slide it in. And then he might, after fucking gently for 20
minutes, splat his precious fluid deep in her pussy. They discovered
early on that if the girl said anything he would quickly withdraw to
his own mat. Sometimes if she even shifted position just a little he
would withdraw. But if she was completely passive, he would usually
finish up and do his job.
The number of things that could go wrong was staggering, and yet some of the same problems arose repeatedly.
Paul was like Alan. He did everything right -- he just didn't make any of them pregnant.
A
three-man procedure ended up being quite effective. Alan's fuck was a
clear indication that the woman was at peak fertility. They then would
harvest some sperm from the innards of Irene, or from Jake, or from
Quinn -- who like George was sensitive and refused to actually fuck any
women, but who did let himself be masturbated to orgasm by Olivia --
his favorite.
Alan wouldn't fuck the same woman twice with a
single fertile period. But the semen could then be slathered on Paul's
glans before letting the foreskin cover it up again. Paul then fucked
the fertile girl, and along with his own useless semen, enough of the
hitchhiking seed was delivered deep enough to do the job pretty well.
Steve
started crying as soon as he woke up. He was miserable all the time. He
rarely opened his eyes. But he would get stiff when he sniffed a
fertile pussy. He couldn't be persuaded to mount in any position, and
when a woman impaled herself and rode him his erection disappeared
quickly. Oral sex and hand jobs did nothing -- his erection never
lasted more than 30 seconds.
And yet, there was a way. They lay
him on his side, and a fertile woman lay on her side in front of him,
rear end back towards his cock, holding the tip of the floppy thing
right at her vaginal opening. Then they would hold fingers with the
pussy juice from two fertile women under his nose. Pretty often -- not
always, but pretty often -- his cock would get stiff, the aspiring cum
dump would push back against him to force it inside, and he'd make 5
quick thrusts and deliver.
As soon as he did, he cried harder
than ever. He was inconsolable. It was tempting to put him back to
sleep. But they all had trials to bear on this new world, and he was
good at making girls pregnant.
Like
Daniel, William was also a stocky guy with a nice thick cock. Like
Daniel, he lasted a good long time and got very tired. In fact, William
only came twice in his life. But the women knew what he was for. He was
good for a nice long, stimulating fuck, and with a little finger work
the hornier members of the crew could get some genuine sexual
satisfaction.
They were much more careful with William. They only brought fertile girls near him every other day.
Xerxes
was a 10. Tall, dark and handsome. He could talk, and sometimes even
asked, "Are you OK?" to a girl. Or, when they were done, "Did you like
that?" in his dull, retarded voice. If a woman was in the middle of
something, he could even get the idea of deferred gratification. She
could often take a whole two minutes to get to a room and into a
position that suited her. His cock got hard reliably, it was thick and
not too long, and he delivered in very close to 30 seconds every time.
When he was done, he'd often say, "I liked that!" with a big smile.
Most important of all, he made girls pregnant.
Even
with Xerxes, the best of them all, the women rolled their eyes at the
idea that one man could meet all their fertilization needs. Women
didn't get pregnant so easily out here on the new planet. They had
frequent miscarriages. (Tom made girls pregnant all right, but all of
the babies were stillborn. He got put back in the deep freeze.) After
Xerxes showed his worth, they could at least put depressed Steve back
to sleep.
And
yet the pregnancies did happen, they came to term, and normal little
baby girls were born. They grew up. They were raised with love but also
firmness. They had chores to do from a young age. The older ones took a
large role in raising the younger ones.
"Mommy, what was that?" Four-year-old Zoe was clearly scared by what she'd just seen.
"Oh, Zoe, my dear, that was just a man doing his job." Beth took her on her lap.
"What job?"
"Uh, helping me to grow a baby sister for you. Wouldn't you like a new baby sister?"
"No."
"Well, I bet you'll feel different if I actually have one."
"What was that big thing?"
"That's
called a penis. It's a special thing only men have, and they have it so
they can tuck some special little juice up inside me, where it will
help your sister grow."
"He's dumb."
"Yes, it's true. For now, all the men are dumb. But they do the job we need them to do."
"When I'm grown up, will I...? Ewwww."
"Oh, don't worry about that now. Besides, it didn't hurt me. It felt kind of nice, and as you see it didn't take long."
Zoe still looked like she'd eaten some bad-tasting food.
The
demand curve for future fertilizations was pretty clear. As the oldest
native-born girls approached puberty, some mothers were in their late
30s. Some stopped attracting the attention of the men, so there was a
very slight dip in demand.
But then a flood of native-born girls
would need fertilization. On the order of 80 girls would join the
breeding pool each year. The need for studs would suddenly shoot up.
And
yet an enormous amount had been accomplished in 15 years. Some
technologies that were taken for granted on Earth had been duplicated
on the new world.
Charlie, the guy who couldn't get erections, responded to a version of Viagra.
It
was a girl of 13 who thought of the solution for Frank of the long
penis. It was so simple the women couldn't believe they hadn't thought
of it earlier. The women presented themselves in missionary position,
with a plastic tube in place. Frank's penis fit through the opening in
the center, but the thick walls would not be compressed. He could
satisfy his urge to get in as far as possible while his offending extra
length stayed outside the vagina.
Harry, the one who couldn't wake up, woke up with some new stimulants.
Isaac
had shown no sexual interest in females. But if they put him in a room
where another man was going at a woman, he would get turned on and
could easily be convinced to do a second woman. It seemed he was gay,
though they couldn't afford to let him explore the attraction in much
depth.
Kyle the violent could be restrained physically and given
some sedatives to keep him mellow while still awake enough to
penetrate, thrust, and ejaculate.
The extremely sad Steve responded somewhat to antidepressants.
Techniques
also improved for dealing with semen delivered outside of a vagina.
Plungers could deliver smaller amounts right onto a woman's cervix,
allowing more women to potentially benefit. Getting fucked properly by
an infertile man just before the injection helped too.
The
settlements had spread far and wide. Basic industries had been formed
and began working together in an economy. They found that between an
altitude of 5,000 and 7,000 feet, people could breathe outdoors without
any special masks, and those areas were rapidly settled. A hybrid grain
could be grown in reasonable quantities.
The computers were finally convinced to release the antidote to allow boys.
When
the first boys were born there was wonder and amazement. Were those
little tiny sacs and penises normal? They were. Were boys more inclined
to whack each other with sticks, fight and wrestle, and take things
apart? They were. Was it anyone's fault? It was not. Were they smart?
They were as smart as girls.
When the boys reached the age of
12, did female hearts begin to beat faster? They did indeed. Males with
smarts and a personality? It was truly wondrous. Did boys of 14 have
their pick of adult women or girls their age? They did. Did female
jealousy and desire for monogamy arise? It did, but had to yield to
market realities for many years still: many women and girls, but very
few boys.
And then at last came nuclear families with one man
and one woman, for the most part faithful to each other, raising
children that looked like the two of them. The couple could have sex
every day, and they had no clear idea of when the woman was fertile. It
was the old reassuring human pattern. And just as true to the old
patterns, mostly the men ended up wanting sex more often than their
wives, they developed a wandering eye, and women developed distaste for
the wandering eye.
Yes, men vied with each other for positions
of power. But women had hundreds of years of experience managing their
world quite well, and refused to be intimidated. There was more true
gender equality than any society on Earth had ever achieved.
Ordinary
women and men were now free to replenish their gender with girls and
boys. The studs were not replaceable. Once they were no longer needed
for reproduction, the women kept them mostly frozen, with only one at a
time awake. Still, one by one, they died.
Victor was the last. His hair and beard were gray, his skin mottled and wrinkled.
Yet
his sex drive remained intact, and his ability to sniff fertile pussy.
Every other day, women who had won a lottery had a chance to parade in
front of him and shake his hand. The lucky woman that Victor chose got
to kneel on a bed like a doggy and get fucked by a stud. Fifty thrusts
and Victor delivered his creamy, life-giving semen. With luck some of
that last genetic diversity out of his composite balls would find its
way into her baby.
Victor couldn't talk. He didn't know he was
old or that he was the last stud or that he would die soon. But he knew
fertile pussy, and he knew he loved to fuck it when it was presented to
him, and he loved that feeling of pleasure and relief. He was happy.