Author: Sterling Title: At Cross Purposes Summary: The fertile men are hulking sadists, and the fertile women are frigid but focused on their babies. An infertile male form desires no form of sex other than jerking off, but their semen has vital properties. An infertile form of woman runs the world, but only with the sexual help of both forms of males. It is all mixed up! Then one day, little Jessica has a naughty idea that leads the society to more harmonious sex. Keywords: Mg gi boy Mf MF mF mf cons rape non-cons inc mother son father daughter brother sister preg masturbation ================================================== NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 1/10/2011 I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to firstname.lastname@example.org. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! =============================================== *At Cross Purposes* =============================================== *PART I* ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- *Studs* Steve had gotten erections before, but this one was different. The others all went away within a few minutes. Now his cock was really hard, and his balls ached. He knew this moment would come, and he knew what to do. "Hey dad," he said when he found William. "I got a hard one that won't go away. And my nuts ache." William rose and punched his son in the shoulder. "Welcome to being a real man! You're a stud now. Let's get you a fuck." There were rarely more than two studs in a clan, and to everyone else they came across as crude and boorish. Studs had to empty their balls pretty often or they would get sick. This being his first time, Steve had to shoot off pretty soon. Studs could never jerk off, either. Their bodies were set up so the only place they could unload was up inside a pussy. William bellowed through the compound, "Steve's a stud now. Who's gonna spread her legs and give him a pussy to fuck?" There was no immediate response. "Come on, girlies, one of you cunts can open up for him, or do we have to find one of you and nail you?" Martha appeared. She was the clan leader but was not going to volunteer. It had to be one of the breeders -- a young stud in his first sex could hurt an ordinary woman pretty badly. Sarah appeared. She was a breeder. In fact, she was Steve's mother. "So, is it time?" she asked Steve. He nodded. "Of course it is, pussy, or I wouldn't be shouting like this!" William said. "Well, let's do it in your room," she said to Steve. Steve led Sarah in, and William followed. "Why don't *you* wait outside?" Sarah said. "Nonsense, it's my son's first time, and I wanna watch him nail you." Sarah sighed. With studs you had to pick your battles. This was Steve, her own flesh and blood. She had nursed him, watched him grow up as a child, watched him fill out with muscle on his way to becoming a stud. Now he was one, and he was ready for his first fuck. "Remember," she told him, "this hurts me, up inside. I know you've gotta do that some, but don't overdo it, OK?" "Nonsense!" said William. "It's his first time. Let it all out! Be a real stud your first time. Fuck her for all you're worth." Sarah reached up to stroke Steve's face and smiled, then disrobed and assumed the doggy position on the bed. "Go to her!" said William. Sarah felt Steve's weight on the bed behind her, then felt his cock at her opening, and then felt it slide in. Steve gasped and moaned. Sarah didn't know what it felt like for a male to get into a pussy for the first time, but she imagined it must feel pretty special. And her son had just done it. Steve's cock got in further with each thrust, and within a few seconds Sarah felt it bang against the end of her pussy. Then he began a vigorous in and out, banging her a little on each inthrust. He went faster and pushed more insistently on the end of her pussy. "Shit!" Sarah said. "That hurts!" Steve picked up the pace and pushed even harder. She knew he would. "Ouch! You're tearing me!" she said, exaggerating a little. She thought she could feel Steve getting ready to shoot. William sensed it too, because he said, "Nah, son, not a little sissy fuck like that, let it go all the way! Fuck away!" Sarah looked back over her shoulder to see Steve get a lecherous grin. His thrusts got even wilder, stabbing her innards with each stroke, making it really, really hurt. He was a stud now, part of his father's kind now, and that meant it didn't matter that she was his mother. "Oh shit!" Sarah screamed. Steve was fucking with abandon. "That's more like it son! Screw her good!" Within a minute of picking up the pace, Steve gasped and moaned and held his prick very deep inside her, stabbing her with a steady pain. Right on schedule she felt the burning. Since his balls had never been emptied before, it was a more intense burn than usual. Steve then relaxed and slid out, a river of brownish liquid spilling out of Sarah's pussy onto the sheets. "Great job, son!" said William. "You fucked her good! Now I'm gonna take a shot too." Sarah knew this would happen. She just stayed in her hands and knees position as William mounted her from the rear and lunged in. William had fucked her many, many times before, so she knew what to expect. If anything, seeing his son fuck her had made his cock a little harder and his thrusts more forceful than usual. Each inward stab made her pussy stretch very painfully. But within 30 seconds William froze and she felt the burning from his load of sperm. "Thanks, Sarah old lady," he said, catching his breath. Sarah got up and wiped away the worst of the brown gunk where it leaked from her pussy. As she left, she had an impulse to congratulate Steve on becoming a true stud, but held back. He had been her son, but now his allegiance had shifted and he was one of them. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- A few days later, William found Steve for a more serious chat. "You liked fucking Sarah?" "Yeah, it was great," said Steve in the low voice of a full-grown stud. "Now's the hard part. If you're gonna fuck lots of pussies and make lots of babies, you gotta get another clan to take you, right? And in order to do that, you gotta show you can fuck one of those ordinary women gently so it doesn't hurt too much. You gotta learn how to do it, especially when you are trying out in a new clan. But before you can even get that far, first you've gotta do all our women here, and convince them you can do it. "You can fuck your heart out when you get a breeder in heat, you gotta hold back with a breeder the rest of the time, but you gotta really hold back for the women." "Yeah, I can learn to do that. Whatever it takes," Steve said. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- "Good afternoon, Charles," said Vince. "Afternoon, Vince," said Charles. "So, what's it like being a stud over in the Ventura clan?" "Well, lots of good fucking, I can tell you that." "Good, good, that's what we like to hear." This didn't convey much. You certainly couldn't get a stud to join your clan if you said the fucking was mediocre or infrequent. "So, how're the cunts divided up over here?" "We got four breeders -- well, three who are in their prime, but little Becky will be spreading her legs within the year, I bet." "And how many old maids?" "I think it's seventeen. Well, it all depends on how you count it." "Let's count it by how many have pussies you can fuck." "Yeah, that's what counts, isn't it? Let's see. Linda is too old, probably won't last a year. And Minnie's the boss lady, so it's a couple times a year a guy gets into her pants. As if you want to." "Yeah, sure know what you mean. They boss you around all the time, and then you go for a fuck and it's different. Because you feel like fucking her brains out, getting your dick to come out her throat from below, because she pisses you off, but you actually better be all dainty or she'll make you pay later. You'd better have done a breeder ten minutes before." That brought a belly laugh from both of them. They knew you were unwise to do the boss lady when you had a heavy load of sperm to fuck deep. "Anyway, there are fifteen others, all good solid fucks. But then there's the little ones coming up. I think we got three all going to come fuckable in about two years." Fifteen old maids and three breeders -- that was a very impressive collection of pussy! And more fresh ones on the way. "So, you got room for Steve here? Any room in those pussies?" "Well, I'll be honest with you. I wish he'd take his dick and hang it somewhere else. A couple months now since Carl croaked and they have all been mine! Every one! So when a breeder comes in season, I can fuck the living daylights out of her, and all the others too. They're used to making cockspace for two guys, so when it's just one, you get more tail than you used to." "Well, that's honest, man. I tell you, I think William's losing it, and when he does..." Vince rubbed his hands together and grinned, before returning to the main subject. "OK, so you don't want competition. But suppose Steve shows up. He's young, he's new, he's hot. He's very good at the little wiggly fucks, so the old maids love him." "I'm damned good at all that!" That wasn't what Vince had heard, but no point in challenging a man on his own turf. "Well, good for you. But your boss lady Minnie's going to be assigning him to fuck lots of pussy you'd rather be fucking." "Hey, Minnie don't run the whole show, you know!" "Well, hats off to you then, my man." He knew that Minnie in fact did run the whole show, maybe even more than Martha did. "But, hey!" he said, suddenly loud. "If I find you're messing around with my nephew Steve, I'll be over and beat the shit out of you, I swear it!" "As if you could!" "With one hand behind my back. But you won't have to find out, right? Because you're going to give Steve his due. Respect him, right?" Steve wasn't totally full grown yet, so he couldn't take Charles in a fight for at least a couple years. "Yeah, I'll give the little guy his chance." "Well, good." Charles leaned closer to the other big man, "Say, want a little piece of breeder puss on the sly?" "You got some?" Vince asked. "Follow me," said Charles. They went out a back door and around the back yard where all the clan's junk ended up to another building and slipped in. "Hey, Gwen honey," said Charles. "This is my new pal Vince." She was no great looker, but she had the boobs and the hips. She was a breeder but she wasn't in heat. Vince would have smelled that, and besides, Charles wouldn't volunteer to let some strange guy knock up one of his own brood mares. "Think you can pull down those panties for my pal here?" "What's in it for me?" "He's that Steve guy's uncle. You want him to join us, right? He's got some pull." "You do?" she said, interested now. She looked Vince up and down. "I'll think about it," she said. "Show me your cock." The prospect of a good fuck had Vince getting hard, and he was happy to drop his drawers to show his organ. He knew it looked average for a stud. "You keep the sex normal, OK? No drilling for my tonsils?" Vince nodded eagerly. "Hey, I'll beat him up if he does." "OK," Gwen sighed, and lay back on the bed, legs spread. Vince mounted and inserted his organ. New pussy was a real treat. He fucked away normally for a while, but then began to go deeper. "Oh, damn!" said Gwen, as he felt his cock bonk the end of her pussy. "Ouch, that hurts!" she said as he bonked again. He thought maybe she was faking it. He banged harder, and she screeched. A few more bangs like that and he would be messing her pussy. Just a little harder... He felt his apparatus load with stud juice. "Hey!" he heard Charles say. "Watch it!" That was an unwelcome damper on his plans, because he was all geared up for a deep lunge. Yeah, he had promised to keep it normal. But she was a breeder, not just some old maid. She could take it deeper, couldn't she? Oh well. He didn't want to get in any fight with Charles. So he gave just an ordinary lunge and she screeched again as he splatted his sperm up inside her, over and over. "Hey, shit!" Gwen said. "Your stuff hurts!" Yeah, his sperm gave the fillies a little extra burn. He was kind of proud of it. He still wasn't going to pull out until his pulses stopped. "Tell you what," said Charles. "I'll go right in and wash his stuff away." "Whatever," said Gwen with resignation. Of course Charles was going to follow up. And with no other females in sight, she was going to be the lucky recipient of his sperm. So after Vince's dick slid out, he was a little jealous to see Charles's heading in to fill the space. He heard her screech, saw Charles shaft her again and again, then heard Gwen wail as he dumped his own sticky caustic fluid up inside the bitch. After he pulled out, Charles said, "Why thanks, Gwen old girl, for helping my buddy relieve his aching balls." "You'll put in a word for us with the clan?" Gwen asked. "Why yes, I certainly will," Vince said. Charles and Vince walked quietly back around outside to the room where they had been meeting. "Well, that was a pleasure," Vince said. "Meeting you, I mean." They both laughed. Fucking Gwen was far more of a pleasure, Charles was sure. "Yeah, now do your part and be sure to put in a word with your boss lady," Charles said with an exaggerated wink. "Oh, yeah, I'll do that," said Vince, winking back. They both knew that a stud's opinion was not going to change anything, really. Steve was going to join the Ventura clan if Martha allowed it, and not otherwise. ========================================== *Ordinary Women* "Mom, there's something wrong." "What is it?" "Something doesn't feel good." "Something where?" "Something on my body." "Where on your body?" "Well..." A thought flashed through Carrie's mind. "Between your legs?" Alice nodded slightly, looking down. "Is it kind of an itch?" "Yeah!" she said. "That just means you're growing up! You're a big girl!" "Because I itch?" "Yeah, that's what happens to women." "How long does it itch down there?" "Not long... There's a treatment!" "Oh, like ... the men's stuff?" "Yes!" "And I have to put it..." "Yes," Carrie said gently, "in the opening between your legs. "But you'll see ... Here, let me get a vial and syringe... Watch the baby, will you? I know where we have new ones." A minute later Carrie returned, opening a plastic packet to reveal a small instrument. It was much like what doctors give shots with, except instead of a sharp needle, it had a blunt end about the width of a pencil. Carrie snapped a little vial into the side, a vial that was half full of clear liquid. "Now all you have to do is put this up your vagina and press the plunger." Alice hesitated. "Ummm... Do you know where your vagina is?" Alice shook her head sheepishly. "That's OK, there's no reason you've had to known about it until now. Why don't you let me help you find it." "OK," Alice said uncertainly. "Sit here and slide your panties down, OK?" Alice did as she was told. Carrie guided her fingers, showing the girl the parts of her own pussy. She showed her how to hold her inner lips open and gently slide the tip of the device in. "Look at me," said Carrie smiling. "Now press the plunger." Within a couple seconds, Alice felt a warm sensation between her legs, a relaxing sensation. And the itch was gone. Alice smiled, and Carrie smiled back. "Welcome to being a woman." ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- "Mom, I've been giving myself sperm doses once a day, like I'm supposed to when I'm feeling weird. But now it burns down there. Does that mean what I think it means?" "Probably." The mother was silent a while. "Alice, you're my daughter, but there are some things I can't teach you. This is something I never went through, so I think we ought to find you a woman to discuss it with and show you the way. What about Aunt Edith?" "OK," said Alice. She liked Aunt Edith. As expected, Edith was warm and understanding. "We'll get David to take care of you. David is wonderful." "Yeah, he is pretty cute," Alice said with a giggle. "Are you playing with yourself down there?" "I ... no." "It's really important that you do. You gotta rub and find what feels good. You'll feel your pussy getting wet." Over the next day, Alice experimented diligently. It felt good, but she always felt something was missing. Something very important. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Alice was in the bedroom, naked. She had been playing with herself as Edith had suggested to make sure she was wet. She was frustrated, and she needed completion. They said the only way to do that was to get a man to have sex with you, and now she would find out for herself. Edith joined her. "You do look sexy, dear," she said. "Thanks?" said Alice, uncertain. "I'm telling you that because David won't." "Yeah." "You have to remember he doesn't like this at all. He's doing you a favor, even though he will probably try to look relaxed. So you need to try to be quick." Edith went to the door. "Come on in, David. Come take your virgin." David smiled at Alice. "I hope you get some pleasant relief," he said, stripping naked. Edith said to Alice, "I'll handle this part, like we said, OK? But watch what I'm doing so you can do it later." David lay on his back on the bed and took a deep breath. Edith lowered her head to take his limp cock in her mouth. Alice saw a brief grimace flicker across his face, but as Edith moved her mouth up and down, David's shaft got hard. "OK," she whispered. "Now it's your turn." Alice had practiced impaling herself on the dildo machine, but to have an actual man was quite different and very exciting. She knelt above him, guided his cock to her pussy opening and pushed downward. It went up inside, just like the dildo, but it felt a lot better. David lay quietly, eyes shut. "Does that feel nice, Alice?" he said. "Yes!" she whispered. "Take me," he said. "Do whatever you need." Alice humped up and down, making sure to press her clit against him when she had him all the way inside her. It felt good, but she didn't really know the way to orgasm. 'Just find something that feels good and do that' was the advice women gave. "Let me leave you," said Edith. Alice realized she had been a little embarrassed with her aunt there, and as the door shut behind her, she found her pleasure gathering. It kept getting stronger. But she still felt weird about it. David said, "It's OK, sweetie. Let yourself go. I'd like you to!" That was what she needed, and a few seconds later everything came together. She gasped as the waves came over her. "Oh my God!" she moaned, pumping up and down. Such pleasure! After many seconds she came to rest on him, sagging. David sprang to life. "OK, that's enough!" he said. "Time to get off." She wearily slid onto her back, but looked at David. His expression of disgust was now unmistakable, as he dove for the box of wet wipes and cleansed his body of all her secretions. Edith entered the room as David left. "So, how was it?" "OK," she said. "It would be better if he liked it too." "Yeah, we all feel that way." "Edith," she asked. "There's that other part, the one all the women dread. The one with the studs? How will I know it's time for that." Edith's smile faded. "You'll know because you get sharp pains up inside." Edith looked at her and brushed her fingers down her cheek. "Hopefully that will still be a few years away for you." =========================== *Ordinary Men* As Fred woke he felt his cock getting hard. It had been happening every other morning or so. When it got hard he pulled down his underpants and rubbed it for a few seconds, but it went down of its own accord. The day before yesterday it had felt good when he was doing it. This time he rubbed and felt something different. He felt a kind of release -- a wave of pleasure. His cock softened immediately. The next day when he did it again he felt a little damp spot at his tip. He found his cock getting hard in the afternoon, too, and he rubbed it for a few seconds to get that good feeling. He was 12, and he was becoming a man! "Hi, Fred," said his big sister Alice, aged 13. Or maybe she was his half sister. They thought William was his father and Vince had sired her, but since both studs fucked breeders whenever they went into heat, you couldn't tell for sure. Fred loved Alice. They had played together a lot when they were littler -- games, singing, make-believe, romping in the fields. They had many other brothers and sisters and half-brothers and half-sisters, but those two were especially close. "Wanna play doctor again?" she asked. "Only if we can play catch first." "Oh, all right," Alice said, and they went outside to toss the baseball back and forth for a few minutes. "Now can we play doctor?" she asked. "All right," he sighed. They stripped as usual. He liked his sister, and it had been fun at first poking and prodding her as she did the same with him. But within the past couple weeks he had felt the little breasts and had explored with his fingers between her legs, so now he knew what she was like. He now knew what an adult woman's body was like naked, at least pretty much. He knew, and it was boring. She wasn't bored, though. She wanted to touch him, and especially his cock. "Look, more fuzz!" she said with glee, gliding her hand over his pubic area. She then fingered his cock. It didn't hurt him, but it was kind of annoying. Fred looked at the ceiling while she did her thing. But then, totally unrelated to what she was doing, he felt his cock getting hard. He pulled away from her and turned his back. He certainly could do his spurting in front of her -- older boys sometimes did it right out in the open in a family setting. But he wasn't fully grown yet and was afraid she'd laugh at him. He thought of leaving the room, but he needed relief. He jerked his hand up and down a half dozen times. This time when he got the good feeling a little stuff dribbled out the tip. "Fred, you're a big boy! That's great!" He wiped the little bit of stuff off on his leg. "That's enough doctor," he said. "Well, OK," she said reluctantly, and the two started getting dressed. "Let me suck it just once, OK?" He thought that sounded pretty gross, but he sighed, "OK..." Why should it feel gross? he wondered. But the wetness enveloping him did. Nonetheless his cock rose to full attention. "Oooo, Fred, can you do it to me? Please?" "No!" The idea of touching his cock against Alice was gross. But she was his sister, and he did love her. Could he do it for her? There she was, on her back with her pants and panties down again, and her twatty was open for him. He had seen it done. He moved over her and stuck his cock against the twatty hole. How bad could it be? "Now shove it in!" she whispered excitedly. He shoved, but the goopiness inside of her felt even more gross than her mouth. He pulled out quickly. "Yuck!" he exclaimed. "Ah, c'mon, it felt so good!" she said. "No!" he said, wiping his cock off on his undershirt. He started pulling his pants back on. All at once she was on him, pushing him onto his back. She was going to stuff his penis in her hole anyway! "Alice!" he said. "Stop it! Please, Alice? No!" He didn't want to fight with his sister, and besides she was bigger than he was. The big girl had already stuck her twatty on his cock and then sunk down. She went all the way down until he felt their pubic bones meet. His penis was stuck up in her messy, goopy swamp. "Alice, please!" But the girl was possessed. She humped up and down. Fred tried to think of other things as his sister squished herself all around his cock. After a minute, she said, "Oh, Fred, yes! Yes! Oooohhhh!" Then she slid off. "That was so great, Fred! I always hoped I could do it with you. That wasn't so bad, right?" Fred said, "I hated it!" He resented his sister a lot. "Why? There was nothing to it, right?" "It's gross and squishy up inside you!" "I guess you're like the others," Alice said, pouting. "I thought you'd be different." ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Fred found his mother Carrie and snuggled against her free side. His little sister Betsy was nursing on the other. "What's wrong, honey?" she asked. "Nothing." "Come on, tell me," she said. "Nothing." "This isn't like you, Fred." "Well, maybe a little something. I've started spurting a little these last few days..." "Really? Congratulations!" she said warmly. "Are you sad about it?" "No, but when Alice found out, she made me stick it in her -- it was so gross!" "She did!" Carrie stiffened and sat up. Then she got up and handed Fred the baby she had been nursing. "Here, take Betsy," she said. The little thing was six months old, and Fred thought she was wonderful. She fussed, not happy to have had her meal cut short, but Fred bounced her up and down. "There, there, cutie," he said. "Alice? Alice?" called Carrie. "Yes, mom?" Fred rose, carrying his little sister, and went to find the pair. "Alice, is it true that you made Fred stick it in you?" "No!" Fred wandered in. "Not at first, you didn't, but when you shoved me onto my back and shoved down on me," Fred shuddered, "I told you not to!" "But you'd teased me before sticking it in me, I couldn't help myself!" "I only stuck it in you the first time because you really, really wanted me to! I was trying to be nice to you!" "Alice, Martha is going to hear about this." "No! Mom, please, not her! Fred, I'm so sorry. How can I make it up to you?" The more Fred thought about her yucky twatty hole gooping all over his cock the angrier he got. But still, he didn't want her to get in trouble. "You promise never to do it again?" Carrie interrupted. "It doesn't matter what Fred says. You know he loves you to pieces. This is out of Fred's hands." It was an hour and a half before Martha got home. Carrie got her attention not long after she got in the door. "It's about Alice," Carrie said. "She raped Fred." "Oh, did she now?" Martha said. After a few minutes attending to other things, she said, "Alice, Fred, come here at once!" They assembled, along with Carrie, who had put Betsy down for a nap. "So, Alice, is it true? Did you rape your brother?" "I, um... yes. But you are raping the guys all the time!" she said. "Oh, Alice, you headstrong girl! Arguing about it, no less! You know very well that Fred is still a growing boy! You know you're not allowed to do it to a boy! When they get older, it's different, and a woman breaks him in. You know that! Now, I know you have your urges, like we all do." She turned to Fred. "Have you started spurting, even?" Fred stammered. Carrie answered for him, "He just started the past week or two." "Well, thank God you waited that long, at least," Martha said. "That's what made me do it, we were playing and he spurted..." "I am fed up with you!" Martha said heatedly. "I'm sure you just couldn't help yourself," Martha said sarcastically, waving her hand dismissively. "Well, you don't seem to get it, do you. We have rules around here to protect the boys, and we also have rules to protect you girls. Since you don't see any need to protect Fred, I'm not sure why we need to protect you either, big girl. Let's see how well a stud can control his urges!" Alice looked pale. She ordinarily wouldn't have to take a stud until her body demanded it, in a year or two. But women also had to let studs do them for the health of the stud. Girls were usually spared, but Martha was suggesting that as a punishment she could be conscripted for that duty already. The commotion had attracted attention, and Alice's half-brother Steve showed up. "Oh, is Alice fair game for stud fucking?" He adjusted his rapidly going cock inside his pants. Steve was just a couple years older than Fred, but they were entirely different creatures. Steve was a stud, while Fred was just a guy. At 5'2", Fred was near his adult height. His frame was small, and he would probably end up weighing 120 pounds or so. Fred wasn't ever going to want sex with anyone. He would be happy to give his cock a few quick strokes when it got hard and feel a little orgasm as he spurted out his clear semen. His sperm was sterile in any event. His penis would be maybe five inches long and skinny. Steve was already 6'5" and weighed around 280. Most of it was muscle. His cock was already at its adult size, nine inches long and fat. Steve had wanted to fuck Alice for years already. As she grew, her little breasts pushed out and her hips widened just a little. He had started getting his hopes up. "No, Steve, not you," Martha said, looking at Alice. "I think we'll see if Vince is interested." Vince was perhaps 6'8" and weighed 310 pounds. "No!" said Carrie in a small voice, but Martha quieted her with a stern look. "Hey, Vince!" shouted Martha. When there was no reply, he sent Fred to fetch him from one of the other buildings. Fred didn't like this idea at all, but he had to do what Martha said. When Vince appeared, she said, "Our little Alice here thought she would rape her brother Fred because it was just oh so tempting." "Fred? Fred's just a little kid!" he said. "Not any more. He's started spurting." "Oh, well then, he's got to get used to you girlies having your way with him, right?" "But not yet! Not until he's a year older, at least." "Oh, right. So what are we going to do?" "I thought if you were interested maybe you could fuck your little girl. She doesn't seem to think her brother deserves a little time to grow up, so I'm not sure why she does." Vince's demeanor changed. Reasons didn't matter any more. If Martha said he could fuck his daughter... "Where? When?" he said, fixing his daughter with a lusting glance. "Please, daddy," Alice whimpered. "Why not right here, right now?" asked Martha. Alice's eyes misted up. He would humiliate her and hurt her in front of everyone! Her daddy quickly stripped, his cock long and menacing. It was hardening by the second. "Oh, baby," he said. "Pants down!" said Carrie, holding back tears. Studs could hurt a girl ripping clothing that got in their way. Alice hesitated. Vince didn't. With one hand he lifted the girl to her feet and pulled pants and panties down over her hips, leaving a fingernail cut on one thigh. He then flipped her over and bent her over the back of a sofa, lined up, and thrust. "Ouch, daddy, please!" whimpered Alice. "It's so thick!" Alice had impaled herself on a few men's cocks by then, but they were so much smaller that Vince had a lot of work to do opening her up, and his invasion was hurting her. "Oh, baby!" her daddy said, his cock burrowing into her inch by inch. "No, no, I'm sorry, no, no..." Alice whimpered. When Alice gave her first shriek, four inches of her daddy's cock were still out in the air. Her daddy started humping in earnest, then, massive cock sliding nearly all the way out with each thrust before plunging back once more, to hit the deep end of her vagina, hard. Alice shrieked, and he growled, "Oh, baby, that's it, oh, you're so hot!" As Vince continued fucking his daughter hard, Alice shrieked and moaned and cried. Then her shrieks started getting weaker, and Martha sprang into action. "OK, Vince, don't kill her. Come in her, now!" "Oh, baby," murmured Vince with more urgency, paying no attention to Martha. She slapped his face as hard as she could manage, and he looked up at her. "Come now, or pull out!" she said. However horny he was, Martha must be obeyed. He thrust thrice more, the third one very deep, which made Martha wince. It made Alice vomit. But the great stud was ejaculating. He held himself deep in his daughter and pulsed again and again, moaning, "Oh, Alice, you are so, so hot, oh man, what a fuck, girl, wow!" When he was spent, he pulled out, a flood of brownish semen and blood flowing out after his softening cock. "Go, go away!" commanded Martha, and Vince did, a silly grin on his face. She attended to her niece, who while in a lot of pain was not seriously hurt. Fred was in tears. He wished he hadn't told on his sister. It was horrible to see her like that. Steve was a stud, and he had just been watching another stud fuck a girl, and of course it made him frantic. His pants and underpants were off, and his organ was very hard. His instinct was to mount the girl and fuck her as hard and deep as Vince, if not more so. He needed release. Surely Martha wasn't going to let him fuck Alice too, not in her condition? Carrie didn't wait. She grabbed the hulking teenager's hand and tugged him to his bedroom. "This way, Steve. Fuck me, OK? You can fuck me." As he was dragged away, he reluctantly took his eyes off the girl. But once in his room, he saw Carrie pull down her pants and assume a doggy position, the standard way to receive a stud. His lust refocused on Carrie's ample rear end, and he slid inside. "Oh, Carrie!" he said. "Oh, shit," revving up as his cock swelled further and he rammed deep. He should have asked permission before doing that; it was part of his training to ask. But Carrie knew how it had affected him to watch Vince screwing Alice, and so she let him go. She had given birth many times and had been fucked deep and hard by studs countless times. Her vagina was able to take his pounding. It hurt, but not too bad. Not as bad as it would hurt an ordinary woman or girl like Alice. She made a point of shrieking and tensing as if it hurt more than it did. Her shrieking was part of what helped Steve achieve a satisfying orgasm. "Oh, Christ, it hurts! Oh, no!" she said. Steve humped away as if possessed, his cock seeming to swell, his strokes deep and hard. Then Carrie found she didn't need to exaggerate her pain any more -- it really did hurt. "Oh, shit, you slut, damn, take it up your cunt, uuuggghgh!" he shouted and buried himself deep as his own roiling sperm surged forth. She was in pain from his deep stabs, and now Carrie felt that burning sensation that came with his ejaculation, but of course waited patiently for the young stud to empty his balls. As he came down to earth, he said, "Oh, sorry, Carrie, it's just that when Vince was fucking Alice I thought I'd go crazy!" "I know," said Carrie. Martha really had acted impulsively. To make Alice take it from her father, in public, with no time to prepare! But Martha had always felt annoyed with Alice ever since she was a little girl, though Carrie never really understood why. Carrie thought with a surge of anger that she should have made Martha herself take care of Steve's horniness. Martha would have been in quite a bit of pain if Steve took her without holding back. At least for Alice's punishment Martha had summoned Vince instead of William. William was worse. But the truth was that within a year Alice would have felt those sharp pains in her pussy and had to seek out a stud. She would have had her pussy stretched anyway, would have felt the pain of the stud's penetration and the burn of his cum. Within a year she would need that pain a few times a year to stay healthy. Her body might have been a little tougher by then, but she would have had to take it anyway. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Alice lay in bed. Her pussy hurt like crazy, but she was also dazed and humiliated. She heard a soft knocking. "Go away!" she murmured. The door opened anyway and after a few light footsteps she heard from right next to her, "I'm so sorry, sis, I feel terrible. Are you OK?" Ah, Fred. He was such a nice brother. He continued, "I shouldn't have said anything." "No, that's OK." Alice said wearily. "Everyone else was completely right. I really blew it. I should have listened to you." She started crying. Fred took her hand and stroked it. "Can you hug me?" Alice asked in a small voice. In a moment, Fred was in bed with her cuddled up against her back. The safety of her little brother's embrace opened a floodgate and Alice sobbed for a long time. She was aware of him pulling away from her, then feeling a rhythmic motion and a sigh from her brother. "Can this help?" he asked, holding out his hand with a decent squirt of semen on it. "You're so nice to me," Alice said, taking it and gently rubbed it on her pussy lips. It would help everything heal. She turned around to face her brother. "I've got something important to tell you. I love you and love snuggling like this. But there's a problem, Fred. Now that you're grown up, you turn me on, so it's not relaxed and fun like it used to be." "Oh," said the boy, deflated. "Yeah, we knew this was going to happen, didn't we." "Yeah, in theory." "So, should I go?" "No, not now. Can you sleep with me?" "But you just said -- " "Tonight, I couldn't be turned on by anything after what my shithead dad did. Oops, guess I'm not supposed to talk like that." "Duh, I wonder why you feel that way." "Tonight, let's just be brother and sister. Though if you have any more squirts that you want to share with me, I can make good use of them!" "Sure, sis. They aren't any good to me. I still get to decide on my own what to do with them, for a little while." "Yeah. I never realized before today just how wonderful childhood is. At least when I have to take my share of studly fucks, none of them will be as bad as this one." "I'll have to distribute the squirts where they tell me too. And I've got to get used to you women having your way with me. Gross!" "Sorry to be the first one. Do you think you're scarred for life?" "I doubt it." "But how can it be so bad? I mean you love me, right? And it feels so good, right?" "Yeah, I love you. And the squirting feels good, but that's separate. I don't want my cock in any slurpy squishy body holes. Blech." "Guess I'll never understand." "And I'll never understand why you want it so much... So one last night? Brother and sister?" "Yeah, one last night. Goodnight, Fred." "Goodnight, Alice." ============================================== Breeders The first two times she went into heat, Dawn had gone off to a guest house at the edge of the compound. She wasn't old enough to have a baby safely, but it drove Vince and William crazy to have her around when they couldn't breed her. But now she was old enough, and she was coming into heat once again. She really looked forward to being pregnant, but not to becoming pregnant. Dawn had been fucked before several times by studs. Steve had done her first before he was fully grown, which had been a nice transition. Vince and William had each done her later. They reassured her that she was a better fuck than any of the old maids. Her body was built for reproduction, which meant she came with a deeper pussy, and thicker and stretchier vaginal walls. So sex didn't hurt her as much as it did the old maids. At least that was the theory, but the studs might have compensated and fucked her harder because they knew she could take more punishment. When she was in heat, that would be a different story. She had seen her mother Sarah get fucked while she was in heat a couple times. That was part of a breeder's upbringing, to know what her future held. It gave her nightmares. Sarah took her for a long walk. "Oh, Dawn," said the mother. "I can't believe you're all grown up now. It seems just yesterday you were learning to walk. You're so pretty. "I want to tell you some things I should have said before. You know I've loved all my children, but you've been the one closest to my heart." "You're kidding, right?" "I know, I know, we've fought sometimes, and I've loved the others. Laura was easier, Eric was very sweet. But you're truly flesh of my flesh. You're the one who can take my place. When I die, you carry on." "Don't talk about that, you're going to live forever." "Well, yeah, I don't expect to go any time soon. But a mother like me has four kinds of kids, of course. The ordinary men and the ordinary women are smarter, mostly, they do all these fancy things, but then they croak. Childless. Now you -- you're the one who will give me grandchildren. You'll get all big in the belly and squeeze out little babies, just like I have. You'll get to feel them kick inside you, and then you'll get to see them look up at you with total trust as they suckle at your breast. There's nothing like it. "We're part of the chain -- the center. Others go off and do their things, but they all die without passing anything on. Kind of irrelevant..." Her mother had mentioned some of these things before, but they clicked with Dawn now in a way they never had before. "What about Steve? He's part of the chain too." "Yeah," said Sarah. "He is. I hear he's already fathered a couple kids over with the Venturas. But... you know how it is with the studs, right?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you've seen me go into heat, you've seen what it's like." "Yeah." "Well, I loved Steve and all, but knowing he was going to become one of -- them, it's different, don't you see?" Dawn could see it. "You say I'm flesh of your flesh. But it's so crappy to be a breeder -- you know. The guys at least get to jerk off and have orgasms all the time. The old maids have them too, bouncing up and down on the guys. We don't even have working pleasure thingies. And the studs -- well, they're having orgasms all the time. We don't feel anything. No pleasure, and all the pain." "Yeah, Dawn, that's all true of course. You can look at it that way. But we don't get sexually frustrated the way the old maids and studs do. And we don't have to catch every drip of sperm the way the guys do. There's a certain calm that comes with being a breeder. And then of course there's the pregnancies, and the babies, and the nursing, and having little kids call you 'mom'." They walked in silence for a while. "Mommy?" "Yes?" "I'm scared. I'm really scared. When I really go into heat..." "Oh, sweetie. It's just one of those things. If you're really lucky, you only have to go into heat once for each baby you have." "It hasn't worked that way for you." "Well, no, it's been more like two heats per baby -- but not lots. I also have a surprise in mind for you." "A surprise?" "You'll see. But in the mean time, you just let Vince and William fuck you. Let them call you a dirty cunt and stupid cow and all that. It's just bluster, and they're being animals. Here's a funny way to think of it." "Oh?" "All they are is a pair of balls, really. They make gazillions of sperm cells. The rest of them is just for getting the sperm cells up into you. So when they call you names, just remember it's a pair of balls talking." Dawn giggled. "And yeah, honey, it hurts. But it doesn't last forever. Only a day or so, then it's all done." She drew her daughter close and looked into her eyes. "You'll do just fine," she said, her eyes misting. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- "Oh, Dawn, baby. It's finally time! I've been waiting for this ever since you was a little girl. I'd look up under that dress and see those little panties and say, 'That one, I'm gonna' knock that one up some day!' And now it's the day." "That's nice," Dawn said. And she thought to herself, "Ever since I've been a little girl, I've seen how you fuck every female, and they all hate it. Every one. All the time. And I did not like the idea that you would knock me up some day." She assumed the position and started her deep breathing. "Oh, baby, you smell so great!" Vince said. "Here comes, baby!" He shoved his cock up inside her. So far, so good. He started his back and forth motion, and soon he hit the back of her pussy. "Ouch!" she yelled. He pounded deeper. "Arrrgggh!" she screamed, as she felt his cock dig deeper in her than ever before. On and on it went, each thrust like a sword up her innards. "You fucking asshole!" she shouted "Who you calling an asshole?" Vince said angrily. He whacked her hard on the back of the head while he stabbed into her deeper than ever before. "I'm ... I'm sorry, sir," she said. "I don't know what came over me; I was out of my mind." "Damn straight you were." Then came the big, long stab, and then the burn. The long burn. The big guy's chest was heaving as he pulled back. "Oh that was some great fuck, baby. Knocked you up already. You feel all my sperm?" "Yeah," she mumbled. "Well, honey, time to give William his turn." The whole thing hadn't taken even five minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Once Vince left, Dawn collapsed on her side, sobbing. She looked between her legs. Plenty of thick, brownish sperm seeped out -- but no blood. She had felt like she was being pulverized, but she wasn't. Her body was meant to take it. A surge of fear raced through her as she heard William's heavy tread. He was going to breed her too. He was going to feel like a real man for poking his giant cock up her pussy too and hurting her. The more she hurt, the better he would feel, and the sooner he would come and the more brown goop he would rocket up into her. "Ready for a real man, Daisy? That Vince's gunk is no good, let me give you some good stuff!" Should she mention that he had misremembered her name? No, she decided. Then she thought of what her mother had said. He was a pair of balls. As she looked back over her shoulder, she saw them, saw his essence. A couple of big balls swinging in a little sack. Who cared what he called her? So William heaved and lunged and poked. Dawn screamed, over and over. But soon enough he squirted his brown crud up into her. Liquid balls, she thought with a bit of humor. Balls turned to liquid. That's what she needed, a little liquified testicle. Just enough to give her a baby. Sarah rushed in after William left and tended to her girl. She couldn't do much but offer her sympathy, but Dawn appreciated it very much. She got a half hour's rest, but soon Vince was back at her again, plunging and digging and reaming her out. Her body ought to get used to it, she thought. Shouldn't one cock stretch her out so the next time it didn't hurt? Apparently it didn't work that way. Four hours passed, and Vince and William each took three turns dosing her up with ball juice. It seemed only a minute after William's steps had faded into the distance that her mother Sarah hurried in once more. She had come to her right after the second time William had done her, but this time was different. "Hurry!" she said. "Clean up a little, get dressed, and follow me!" "Why, mom?" she said. She felt like the living dead, and walking around was not her idea of a good time. "Trust me," her mother said. With a supreme effort Dawn did as she was told and found herself being led out through the back yard into the dark of the woods. She was too sore and tired to be curious. They came to a little shed, and stopped just outside. "Dawn, there's another stud here, and I want him to breed you." "Why?" Dawn asked. What was her mother thinking? "Why on earth would I...?" "Listen," said her mother. "I know you don't feel like it, but the more guys who do it with you, the greater chance you'll get pregnant this time, and won't have to go through another heat. Don't you see?" "Oh, mother," whined Dawn, feeling betrayed. Dawn led her in, and there indeed was another stud. He was a young man. Sarah addressed him. "Now remember, I didn't have to invite you, and if you hurt my little girl I'll tell on you!" Vince and William would not be pleased to hear he was trying to fill a womb that was theirs. "Yeah, I understand," said the stud in a surly voice. Turning to Dawn, she said, "Lie on your back." "Oh, jeesh," he said. No one made a stud breed face to face. "It's our way, or no way, OK?" said Sarah. "Remember," she said in a softer voice, "it might be your baby!" Sarah gave Dawn a rag to bite on. "Can't have screaming, right? Somebody might hear. This is secret!" Dawn nodded dumbly. The stud lowered himself and shoved his cock up inside her. Dawn saw the large muscular man looming over her and had a strange sensation. As much as it hurt, this was right, somehow. He was going to ream her innards over and over, try to punch a hole in her pussy, and shoot burning crud up into her. But that was her fate as a breeder, and it helped to lie facing him so she could see the man, this unfamiliar man, focusing his immense strength on that job of breeding her. "Oh shit, baby, you're hot! Oh man, this is nice." He pressed hard. Dawn's screech was muffled by the cloth. "That one hurt her bad!" Sarah said. The stud shoved again, and again. Dawn screamed at the pain. "She's in agony!" Sarah hissed. "Make her pregnant!" "Oh, would you shut up!" the stud growled. Sarah said, "She's in incredible pain! Dump your balls out!" And the stud sighed and gasped and held himself very deep. Dawn felt pain once more, felt the familiar burn as the stud's juice made its attempt to knock her up. The stud rolled off with a groan. "OK, Dawn, get up!" "Oh, mother!" said the girl, exhausted and hurting. "Can't I rest a little?" "Got to get you back and showered and ready before anyone else notices!" Dawn let herself be dragged to her feet and stumbled back to the house. She showered and drank and ate and slept. But she hadn't slept for long before Vince was growling in her ear. "Come on, hot little cunt. Wake up. Time for more sperm!" Somehow she raised herself into the doggy position. Without drawing attention to it, she put a pile of pillows under her stomach. Sarah said that the studs might object to that, but they might not. Fortunately Vince didn't complain. The pillows did most of the work of holding her butt up, and the top half of her body lay on the bed. That meant Dawn could relax. Vince didn't notice or didn't care. He was busy probing and filling and stabbing her once more, over and over. Dawn screamed without prompting. Being in heat wasn't that hard, she reflected. Once you got used to it and gave up any stupid ideas like calling your stud an asshole, and once you got the pillows to hold your butt up, you didn't have to do a damned thing. Just lie there, get fucked, and try not to think about the pain too much. She realized that she hated Vince and William. Hated their guts. But that too was the way it was supposed to be. ============================================== Ordinary Men David sat with a dozen others around the conference table. Across from him, he saw Evan reach down and fumble with something, then saw his upper body shake for a couple seconds, then saw that dreamy expression pass over his face. He felt his own cock rising. He reached under the table and flipped up the front panel on his trousers. Men's dress pants all had an opening about eight inches wide and a foot from front to back. This was covered by a flap of cloth that hung down. They needed to get to their cocks often and at short notice, and this was the way to do it. More informal clothing simply had the opening with no covering panel at all. With his left hand he took the small sperm vial that was fastened at the side of the opening in his pants. It was clear plastic, about the size of a C cell battery. With his right he jerked up and down on his cock for a couple seconds until he felt his orgasm. Just as the cum was about to shoot out, he stuck the opening of the sperm vial against the tip of his cock and caught his semen. His mid-morning orgasm. He didn't miss any of what Stu was presenting -- at least he didn't think he had. As he focused his attention back on the meeting, he saw Bill have his morning orgasm too. These things were kind of like yawns -- when one guy got his, others tended to get theirs too. "So in this next slide, I'll show you, show you..." Since he was standing up, everyone could see the bulge in his front panel. "Excuse me," Stu said and turned away from the others at the table. But David saw that he gave Rennie a good line of sight -- constantly sucking up to her, he thought and rolled his eyes. Stu raised his front panel and jerked with his hand a few times before making an audible, "Aaahhhhh". A little vocalization was OK since he wasn't interrupting anyone -- he was the presenter. The front panel fell back in place, though as he turned around there was still a bulge where his cock hadn't completely deflated yet. He casually lay the sperm vial on the table. "OK, in this slide, I'll show you the timeline of the different reports and when they are due..." One of the excuses the women gave for why men weren't suited for positions of responsibility was that you never knew when they would need to stop to ejaculate. It was true, but it didn't affect their performance -- at least not for most jobs. The women were hornier but they could control their urges. They could take their sperm whenever it suited them. They could go a whole week, but they all claimed that their concentration suffered if they did. On his way by the cart, David tossed his sperm vial into the one bin and took an empty vial to fasten inside his pants. He had heard from Evan that Isabelle, their Vice President, was going to take the whole morning's production of the males in her division for herself. She had a meeting with important clients and needed to be in top form. It seemed she always had something or other vital to do. The middle manager women needed some too. Not only was their performance likely to suffer, but it was a sign of disrespect. You needed a competitive salary to hold your best people, but you needed to provide them with a decent allocation of sperm too. David had a meeting with his supervisor Anna at 3:30. He knew what the first item on the agenda would be. Anna had been good to him; he had gotten a couple merit raises, and she hinted that he was under consideration for managing his group. Paula was due to move up the hierarchy, which would leave the spot open. He would be supervising five people! Now, there was no connection between their own intimate activities and these decisions, of course. Right. "Come in, David -- right on time, I see." Anna closed and locked the door behind her. "I got this for you," he said, handing her a sperm vial. "That's so sweet of you." "Just half an hour old." It was more like an hour earlier that his erection had swollen and he had spurted into the little vial. But he had deliberately not looked at the clock so he wouldn't be lying. Sperm was as good for mental acuity up to a day after its release, but the fresher it was, the more pleasure a woman got. She pulled a vaginal syringe from her desk and inserted the vial. She stepped out of her panties and slid the syringe up between her legs, plunged, and smiled. "Say, would you like to fuck?" he asked. "Oh, it's against company policy," she said. "But since you ask... It is awfully nice when you stir your sperm around up there." If he did the asking, she was less likely to be in trouble if their activities came to light -- a little less likely, at least. Anna's office was not large, but she had a decent-size desk, which she kept remarkably clear. She moved her laptop and phone and the two papers she had been working on to her bookshelf, then produced a small mattress, just the size of her desk. As she set things up, David stripped naked. Women loved men's bodies, and that at least was part of the experience most men didn't mind. He could have given her the sex she wanted just by letting his front panel ride up. That would have exposed the organ she wanted most. But he stripped so she could see his whole body. As he stood, she sat in her chair and took his flaccid cock in her mouth. The wetness felt gross, but as always his cock responded by hardening. Anna stepped out of her panties, lay on the mattress on the desk, and flipped up her skirt. She positioned her pussy opening right at the edge of the desk, with her legs up and apart. She held her knees with her hands. David stepped up and guided his cock to her opening, then shut his eyes and pressed into her disgusting swamp. He managed to keep a small smile on his lips, not obviously fake. Then he pressed in all the way, making sure that his pubic bone hit hers just right. He then started his vigorous fucking. It helped if he thought of it kind of like a shower, imagining he was washing his cock. "Oh, David, mmm, that's so nice, oh, more, oh, harder." He sped up, concentrating on getting the pubic bones to meet just right. Within a minute he was rewarded as Anna tensed and gasped over and over before relaxing. He was then free to pull out. He got a wet wipe from Anna's supply and cleaned off his cock. Phew! He had gotten that out of the way! Now that his cock was clean and dry again, he could afford to shudder in disgust at where it had been. Most men couldn't or wouldn't fuck a woman in missionary position. Anna was very lucky, and she knew it. When they had both dressed, their work meeting began. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- David didn't have any chores around the house, since he worked outside the home and brought in a decent income. After dinner he sat down to relax. After a while he went to visit Dawn, the young breeder who was totally in love with her first-born, little Jessica. He sat on the bed and gave her a foot massage while they made small talk. Jessica came off of Dawn's breast and as she rose to sitting she said, "I usually change her diaper before switching to the other side." "Oh, let me do it!" said David. "Are you sure?" "Yes, I love the little dear." So while Dawn rested, David took her over to the changing table and undid her suit. He bent down to sniff the little girl's stomach. "Mmmm, so nice..." The diaper was just wet, but he patted her with a wet wipe before putting on the new one. He burped the baby for a minute, then returned her to her mother. "You're so nice to me, David," said Dawn. "My pleasure," he said, as he got up to go. But his motives weren't entirely selfless. In a few years, baby Jessica would be a delightful little child, and he hoped to be one of her special friends. If he was lucky, he'd be the one she slept with at night! ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Fred was working his way into being a young man. He worked around the house at odd jobs. He weeded the garden, went shopping, cooked, split firewood, and played with the kids. The last was his favorite activity. He was sixteen, and it was time for him to submit to the women's desires. He had refused at first. The first time he actually tried to do it, he pushed the woman off him as soon as he felt his tip enveloped in her pussy. He was told he had two weeks to do his job properly, or else he would be strapped down and they would take him by force. That would be the utmost in humiliation. Whenever he was ready, the designated woman to break him in was Grace, the same one he had pushed away. As the time approached, he sought out David, who managed to do very well with his duties. "It's so gross, I just feel like I'm going to throw up." "Yeah, that's normal. I felt that way at first. Everyone does." "So how do you get over it?" "It's hard to describe. You know about visualizing you are taking a shower and she's just washing your cock for you?" "Yeah, I've tried visualizing that." "The other part is -- well, there are a couple things I can think of. First, try to think about how much the woman is enjoying it. It's good to give pleasure to other people." "Well, I don't like Grace. I've always felt she was cold." "Oh, well maybe we could arrange for someone else. What about Harriet? She's nice. Do you like the idea of making Harriet happy?" "Yeah, that would be a help." "The other thing is harder to describe. It's related to meditation. Do you meditate?" Fred shook his head. He had tried, but he never could get it. He was always just bored. "Well, then, think about splitting yourself into two parts. One part is doing something disgusting. But the other part is outside, looking in. You feel sorry for the other part, give it a hug, maybe, but you think of yourself outside. You know when it's over you'll be just fine -- there won't be any damage. You know it's going to be over soon. You know you're giving pleasure to someone else. You know you're doing your duty to the clan." It was a lot to absorb. "OK, I'll try." ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Fred lay on his back on Harriet's bed. He was fully dressed, except his flap was flipped up. "Hi, Harriet," he said. "I'm looking forward to making you happy." "That's sweet of you, Fred. I appreciate it." "But you don't mind if I close my eyes?" "Not at all... Here goes." Fred felt the woman's mouth on his limp cock, and took a deep breath. It's like taking a shower, he thought. His cock rose on schedule. He felt the bed creak as Harriet shifted above him. Then he felt her fingers on his cock as she pointed it where she wanted it. Then the swamp descended on him and he clenched his fists. It was kind of like someone smearing feces all over your face. That's what one of the other guys had said, and it felt about right. It would all wash off, right? So would Harriet's swamp. She pressed down until her pubic bone pressed against his, the fetid bog engulfing his cock completely. He had the sensation of his cock being stifled, unable to breathe. But Harriet lifted up so his cock got a metaphorical gulp of air before she pressed down again. Up and down she lifted, over and over, faster and faster. He liked Harriet and was glad to make her happy. It would be over soon. He breathed deeply. But how could she be happy making him so miserable? That thought threatened to burst into anger, so he took another breath. It's OK, Fred, poor fellow, said the part of him that was looking down. But it will be over soon. More deep breathing. Harriet's gloopy inner sewer was swishing around furiously, and the woman was panting and sighing. Why did it take her so long? Ten strokes was all it took him to come, and he wasn't making anyone else miserable. Deep breath. "Oh, mmm, that's nice, oh," Harriet said, then stifled her words. Her motion slowed down and then she pressed against him hard. He felt her swamp pulse around him, like a constrictor snake, and fought back a wave of nausea. "Oh," she said and slid off. Fred jumped up for the wet wipes he had brought and frantically cleaned himself off, using ten of them to make sure he got every last trace. "That was very nice, Fred. Congratulations. I thank you." "You're welcome," he said, though his feelings didn't match his words. As he hurried off to his room, he said to himself, "You did it! You did it!" But he threw himself down on his bed and sobbed. As his tears abated and he lay half asleep, the image of Alice came to him again, the image of her pushing up and down on him. But he didn't feel angry, he felt -- incomplete. That would be the key, he thought. Go to Alice. Invite her to fuck him, this time by his choice. Because he loved her. And when it was done, maybe they could sleep side by side again. Now and then, at least. =================================== *Old Maids* After Martha got to the lab in the morning, she looked at her news feeds and scanned her email. With all of the electronic information she had to absorb, there was still a surprising amount of paper, and she scanned through that too. Within an hour she had handled all the routine stuff. Now she could concentrate on where the lab should be heading next given the most recent set of results. She closed her office door and took three little vials out of her purse, each half full of a clear viscous liquid. Sperm, she thought. Nothing quite like it. She pulled down her panties and loaded the first cartridge into the syringe. She slid it into herself and got the tip right at her cervix and plunged. What a lovely feeling! She swapped out the empty little vial for the next full one and plunged that too. Then she squirted the final one up inside herself, then reclined in her chair with legs apart. As usual, an unusual clarity and insight came over her. Nancy's results seemed promising, but she thought about them more. If the effect held up, what was the future potential? She could think of a few more cute results, but then there would be no leads to follow. More to the point, no follow-on grants would be forthcoming. No, even though Brian and Bridget's results hadn't been promising lately, that was where they needed to stay focused. She should make a point of looking at their work in more detail, to make sure they weren't missing something. All the women scientists got their sperm through their clans. The men made do with whatever thoughts their little brains could come up with on their own, of course. But the original thoughts usually came to a woman's brain when her pussy was primed with semen. Martha was smart, but she was also the head of a rather prolific clan. That meant that if she commandeered the entire morning's harvest of semen for herself, she had a lot. The other women in the clan didn't like it, and she didn't do it often, but it gave her that extra edge she needed to make sure her lab kept running right. Today she had just taken three. Lunch on Thursdays usually featured a guest speaker, and today was no exception. After lunch she had hour-long sessions with her three post-docs, Nancy, Brian and Caitlin. She had deliberately scheduled her most intellectually challenging tasks for the same day -- a day when she could prime herself with a hefty dose of sperm first. Running the Robinson clan wasn't too hard most of the time. Occasionally there was a crisis like when that obnoxious brat Alice had raped her brother and then tried to make excuses for herself. She had to admit she had enjoyed seeing the girl get her comeuppance getting fucked hard by her big daddy. It was also a little bit exciting sexually. Finding a placement for their stud Stephen had been quite a bit of work too. He was a desirable stud -- handsome, comparatively pleasant, and very good at giving women their little fucks without hurting too much. She sent him to the Venturas. That meant they owed the Robinsons a big favor, but those favors tended to be uncollectible. Instead, she had arranged for a price: Five vials of semen a day. Two of the other women in the Robinson clan had high-powered jobs requiring deep thought, so they needed more. The Ventura women were nothing special and could do with less. Of course as studs felt more confident they tended to have those "accidental" deep thrusts; a bad one could leave a woman aching for days. She had had to rein in William. Two women had complained about his repeated deep thrusts and she had warned him. Then when it was his turn to fuck her, it had been very painful. He knew he was fucking her as hard as a breeder in heat and she could tell he felt proud of himself. She had promptly cut off his access to women entirely. He could still fuck a breeder every other day. If she didn't offer him at least that much he would start getting sick. So he was on an every-other-day breeder schedule for a few weeks. He had whined about feeling sick, but she knew he was faking. Vince had ribbed him mercilessly, gloating over all the extra good fucking he was getting at William's expense. The need to control himself had finally gotten through William's thick skull and he now gave courteous little fucks, though you could tell he didn't like it one bit. Studs could take a woman's breath away. They were so big and strong, their voices deep. Their big cocks and balls were exciting in theory. In practice, though, they treated you like shit and hurt you badly when they rammed your innards. The men on the other hand... They were sweet and considerate and made that wonderful sperm. But then they were disgusted by women's pussies. A woman needed her release, so she had to take one of the men. It was just frustrating to be having sex with a person who wanted nothing to do with you, who found it disgusting to have his cock up inside you. But you just had to take your pleasure anyway. The studs would fuck the daylights out of you and would laugh out loud at the very suggestion they should try to give you any pleasure. The men would be nice, but they were disgusted by sticking their cocks in you, when that was exactly what you needed to satisfy your urges -- even to stay healthy. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Martha had told the men to be ready to travel on short notice. The Ralston girl was due any day, and they were going to make the baby a breeder or a stud. To make a baby boy into a stud the Ralstons would use their own studs. The studs would fuck women of the clan and fill their pussies with the stinging brown cum. The women would then pull the stuff out of themselves and rub it all over the baby's cock, stick some up his butt, and have him drink some. It was hard to watch a little guy scream and sputter drinking the vile stuff, but he did. And if they did that when he was born and repeated it off and on for the first month of life, his life course was set: when he got to puberty, he would grown big and strong and become a stud himself. To make a breeder you kept the studs far away. You needed men -- lots of men. A baby girl needed to be slathered all over in the wonderful clear semen. She had to drink some -- which was just fine with her, as pleasant as breast milk. She also had to get doses up her pussy and in her anus. But the problem was that men didn't ejaculate on command. They came whenever their bodies decided to. A baby girl needed the sperm soon after she came out into the world. So the idea was to have many dozens of men right there when she was born, so presumably some of the men would have sperm to give right away. The others would come within a couple hours at most, and the new doses could be offered to the girl continually for several hours, then less often for a few weeks. That was why Martha was going to have all her men go to visit the Ralston clan. When her clan was trying to make a breeder, the other clans would reciprocate and a hundred or more men would help coax the Robinsons' baby girl onto the track of females who could bear children. After their initial month of treatments, breeders and studs were left alone. Like other boys and girls, they did nothing sexual until puberty hit. ============================================= *PART II* ============================================= Like a lot of the men, Fred played with the kids when he had a chance. He played a lot with Jessica, the cute little girl who had just turned four. Anyone could tell she liked him, and he adored her. "Hey, Fred." "Oh, hi, Dawn." Dawn was Jessica's mother. "I've got something to talk to you about." She grinned. Fred sat down and gave her his full attention. "You like Jessica, right?" "Love her to pieces." "How'd you like her as a roommate?" "Me?" "Yes, you." "I'd love it! Oh, man!" "I thought you'd be happy." Ordinary men had a solitary sexuality. They got hard, stroked a few times, and had an orgasm and ejaculation. But they had no sexual attraction to either the women or the breeders, though they were sometimes friends with breeders. They certainly had no interest in the studs, other men, or boys. They did feel a little extra something for the girls. Not that they wanted them sexually -- they wanted nothing but their own hand. Many men liked girls giving them a hug or snuggling in their laps. They liked to watch them play. A fair number liked more than hugs. They loved to touch them. They liked tickling and wrestling, giving them back rubs or foot rubs. They liked to kiss their arms and stomachs. They loved to massage their scalps and thighs and little butts. Their little pussies were off limits, at least in theory. If that was all there was to it, it would have been just a curiosity. But there was another effect: the guys' sperm production went up quite a bit when they had a girl to touch. That was of great interest to the women. The girls liked affection, like most children. They didn't mind being pawed and hugged and stroked -- some of the time. So it called for a balancing act. The adult females encouraged their daughters and nieces to push the envelope a little -- put up with a little more of that kind of affection than they normally would. But they didn't want the girls to be really unhappy about it. It was important that they still have control over their own bodies. Fred considered what Dawn had told him. "But don't the older guys get first dibs?" "All else being equal. But most guys get carried away some of the time and the girls feel trapped. I remember feeling that way now and then when I was a girl. But I've watched you with them, and I don't think you'd ever do that." "I wouldn't mean to." "But there's another reason too." "What?" "They say your sperm is really nice." "What?" "The old maids report yours is extra wonderful, and it would be nice if there was more of it," she said. "But don't let it go to your head!" "How does Jessica feel about it?" "She says she likes the idea. We can see how it goes. If she doesn't like it, we can look for someone else." Dawn gave Fred a big hug and they held it for a while. Breeders and ordinary guys could do that as pure friendship since there was no sexual tension. Neither of them had any sexual interest in anybody. The breeders loved their babies and put up with getting fucked by the studs. The men enjoyed the orgasms they brought by their own hand, and put up with being fucked by the women. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- "I get to sleep with you!" Jessica squealed, skipping into Fred's room. "Yes, you do, and I'm looking forward to it so much!" Jessica leapt up on the bed and jumped up and down a few times before diving under the covers and wriggling around. Her head then appeared on the pillow and she shut her eyes and snored a few times in pretend sleep. Fred stripped out of his clothes and slid in beside her, even though it was earlier than he usually went to bed. "You're all naked!" she said. "Sure, why not?" The girl shrugged. Before long she fell asleep. Fred lay on his side watching her beautiful slack face, asleep with the innocence of childhood dreams. Her chest rose and fell gently. Before long his cock hardened, although there was no relationship to what he was seeing. He reached under the bed for a little empty clear plastic vial, jerked a few times, and felt the small joy of orgasm as he caught the spurts, then put it on the floor. That little bit of release made him sleepy. He awoke to the little girl climbing over him. "Where're you going?" he asked. "Back to my own bed," she said. "Why?" "Just wanna." So he let her go, of course, a little disappointed. But the next night she was back, as enthusiastic as before. Once again she got up. "Is something uncomfortable?" he asked. "Oh, nothing," she said, then added, "I'm kinda hot." The next night as they retired, he said, "You were hot last night, why don't you take your clothes off?" "Won't I be cold?" "You'd be cold in your own bed, but here you have a grown-up giving off heat, and you can always snuggle up to me." "OK!" she said, flipping the covers back and without fanfare peeling off her pajama tops and bottoms and panties, flinging each piece across the room, wabbed up and tangled. Maybe he'd teach her about how to handle clothes, but she was still a little young for that. Anyway, he would be happy to pick up after her. As she lay on her right side facing him, he ran his hand up the outside of her thigh to her hip, following her contour down the little bit to her waist, up her chest and neck and stopped with her head. He drew his hand across her cheek. "I'm so glad to have you with me!" She wriggled. "Want a back rub?" "Sure!" She flopped onto her stomach and he knelt behind her and started a slow, sensual rub. He thought she was drifting off when his cock started rising. "Sorry," he whispered, reaching down beside the bed and jerking off with a few quick strokes. Jessica looked back over her shoulder. When she saw what was happening, she pulled herself up to sitting and smiled. She had seen this before, though not up close. Guys tried to be discreet about it, especially around children. "What happens to the stuff?" "I put it in the bin in the morning, and then they decide what woman gets to use it." "Can I touch it?" she asked, having shifted focus to the organ it had come from. His cock had shrunk. "Sure!" he said. His cock would not get erect again or feel pleasure from her touch, but he liked the idea of her exploring his body too. "It's soft," she said, fingering it. He looked between her legs and exclaimed, "Why, you don't seem to have one!" "Course not, silly, I'm a girl!" "Can I touch where you don't have one?" "OK," she said, after the briefest hesitation. Fred slid his hand up her thigh to her pussy and rubbed gently a little. She squirmed after a few seconds and he drew his hand away. She flopped down on her back. "Want a front rub?" he asked. "Sure!" He slid his hands over her stomach and up her chest to her shoulders and arms, but returned to the chest and stomach area. She was so beautiful! He woke in the morning before her sometimes. She was usually on her side facing away from him, and he experimented with stroking her back, including her lovely little butt cheeks. The second morning he did that she woke while his hand was sliding up and down the outside of her top thigh. "Morning, Jessica." "Morning, Fred." "Did you wake up from my touching your lovely little body?" "Maybe, but it felt nice!" Fred experimented with licking her stomach. Jessica laughed and pushed him away at first, but got used to it. He moved down to her thighs and eventually the outside of her pussy lips. Maybe he wasn't supposed to do that, but it wasn't clear and he didn't feel like clarifying it with the women. He didn't find any of this sexually arousing. It just felt fun and kind of naughty and pleasant. His cock got hard on its own schedule. He noticed that his ejaculations were more copious, and his orgasms did feel better. At first she wouldn't put up with very much at a time near her pussy lips, and he always instantly let her get out of any position she didn't like or just stopped touching. "Jessica, you know that place where you don't have a penis?" "Yeah." "It's a very special place. I like playing with it because I don't have one." She didn't say anything. But he persisted, because he really did like licking her there. He hated it when the women used that part of themselves to engulf his cock, but she was a little girl and didn't do that to him. She let him spread her legs wide apart and lick inside her crack. At first she would only let him do it for a few seconds, but gradually she was content to lie a good long while that way. She never showed any sign of sexual pleasure. That was fine with Fred; he didn't feel any sexual pleasure either, just joy at exploring her body. Sometimes he would lick her that way for fifteen minutes at a time. It got so they did it last thing at night, and she fell asleep that way. The first few times that happened, Fred was so excited he just kept licking her for 45 minutes. Like most men, Fred ejaculated once not long before he went to sleep, and then in the morning. His morning erection and need to ejaculate was often what woke him up. As he luxuriated in Jessica's little body, not only did the quantity of semen increase, but his morning ejaculation came earlier. He couldn't get back to sleep afterward, and within a few weeks it was quite annoying. At first he was a good citizen though, always reaching under his bed for the little plastic vial and saving the semen for use by the old maids. One day he was exasperated to wake up at 4am. Instead of reaching under the bed, he just stroked where he was and spurted his semen onto Jessica's back. He sopped up the worst of it with the sheet. Without the disruption of reaching and fumbling for a tube and placing it just right, he did go back to sleep. "The sheet's wet," observed Jessica as she awoke before him the next morning. "Oh, yeah," he said. "My spurting comes out earlier and earlier, and I can't get back to sleep. So last night I just let it go without getting a vial, and without having to fumble around I fell back to sleep." Jessica was able to get a little of the sticky stuff on her fingers. "Can I play with it?" She had asked that before, and he had always said that they needed to save it for the women. But now it wasn't going to be saved in any case, so why not? The next night when his erection rose in the wee hours Jessica was on her back, and he groggily thought that if she wanted to play with it, he could just leave it where she could find it. So he aimed the spurts onto her stomach. The next morning he woke to Jessica giggling. "You shot it onto me!" she said. "Yeah," he said. "You wanted to play with it, right?" So as he drowsed, he was dimly aware of Jessica rubbing it between her fingers, tasting it, and rubbing it all around her chest. When she was done, she sopped it up with tissues. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- The next morning when Jessica awoke, Fred's semen was again pooled on her stomach. She played with it silently instead of waking him up. Then she had a naughty idea. She rubbed some on her spot down below, the place where she didn't have a penis, as Fred put it. As he had been licking that place, she had realized it actually felt kind of good. It was a special place. She liked how it felt when she rubbed his sticky stuff down there, so she took it all and slathered it in and around where Fred licked. After a week, the women wanted to know why Fred wasn't leaving a morning ejaculation vial. He explained the situation, and they laughed. It was true, a guy needed his sleep. And the quantity of his other ejaculations were very satisfactory. It was sweeter and nicer too, just around the time he stopped handing in his morning vial. Maybe good sleep made Fred happy, and a happy Fred produced happy semen. The women discussed some way to harvest the early ejaculation, but Fred dissuaded them, feeling that anything they came up with would interfere with his sleep. Fred noticed that Jessica's clit seemed a little bigger and her pussy hole was actually open a tiny bit. He was surprised but pleased that his tongue work could change her in that fashion. She definitely gave signs of pleasure when he licked her too. Fred only licked Jessica's pussy at night, and during the intervening day she had had a bath to wipe away her middle-of-the-night activities, so he had no idea what was really changing her. He also wasn't aware that her changed body also affected him when he went to lick her. His middle-of-the-night ejaculation happened earlier, and suddenly he was producing a morning one too. He had started making an extra ejaculation! He didn't mention that it was extra, because he was afraid that the women would persist and find some way to harvest the middle-of-the-night extra that he wouldn't like. He just started delivering the morning one again, and the women just assumed his body had adjusted to the new situation. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Jessica felt restless. She liked sleeping with Fred, and enjoyed all his caresses, but something was missing. She felt a certain fascination with his penis. Yet however she caressed it, it never got hard nor did Fred seem to enjoy it especially. It got hard and spurted on its own schedule. She tried licking it once, but Fred jumped away immediately. He was polite about telling her not to do it, but she felt bad and had to fight back tears. She knew that men and women went behind closed doors to do something related to penises, but like most girls she had wanted nothing to do with it. Now she was interested enough to hide in a closet and peek. The man was on his back, impassive, but the woman above was moving up and down, his penis up inside her body. She gave a gasp and shudder. It was how Fred looked when he was ejaculating, except when the women did it, it was much more intense. She noticed boys her own age and suggested playing doctor, but none of them was interested. Isaac, however, was a little boy, almost four. She was at that point nearly five. He looked up to her and was happy to do just about anything she suggested. If it made her happy, he was willing to pull his pants down and let her play with his private parts. He was worried she would laugh at him when his penis got long the first time, but she seemed even happier than before. She wanted to show him her private parts too. He had seen naked little girls from a distance before, but Jessica put her strange little puffy lips right up close to him. She opened them up to show him the other stuff inside. She got him to touch it once, but that was enough. She suggested he lick her there, but that was a really yucky idea. He also shied away when she approached his penis with her tongue. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- As Jessica sat on Isaac's bed, she saw him come half awake. He slept without anything on his bottoms because Jessica had told him to. "I've got some cool magical stuff!" she said. "Like ointment for your penis!" And with that she rubbed some of Fred's cum all over Isaac's little organ. She figured if it had felt good when she did that with her own private parts, it might feel good if she did it with his. Isaac didn't complain, and after she had rubbed it in he went back to sleep, and Jessica returned to Fred's bed. She repeated the procedure night after night. Sometimes Fred woke up to ask her where she was going, and she said she had to pee. Something stirred in Isaac. He rubbed up and down on his penis when it got hard, and that felt good. He got Jessica to do it and that felt better. He liked the idea of touching her girly parts, which she eagerly displayed for his attention. He even started licking them, which made Jessica very happy. She also suggested licking him, and now he thought it sounded good, and found it felt fantastic. The grown-ups noticed that Isaac slept late in the mornings and started taking a nap in the afternoon again, something he had given up a few months before. Otherwise he seemed fine, so they shrugged and ignored it. Jessica also started sleeping late and going to bed early, and she got a little cranky. Jessica told Fred she felt like going back to her own bed sometimes, and he was dimly aware of her leaving in the middle of the night -- often pretty soon after he had had his middle-of-the-night orgasm. Jessica waited until Fred had ejaculated his wonderful clear liquid onto her stomach, and a little longer so the connection wouldn't be too obvious, then tiptoed to Isaac's room. He woke to the feel of her rubbing his penis with that lotion and she saw him rubbing some of it into herself down between her legs. Then they played with each other, getting good feelings, switching off licking the other one's private parts. They also took to hugging, and staring into each other's eyes. Then they discovered the kiss. No one else in the clan kissed the way lovers do. An adequate reason was that there weren't any lovers -- not really. The studs weren't going to kiss anybody, and the women and breeders felt no desire to kiss them either. The women might have felt like kissing the men, but the men sure as hell didn't want to get kissed. And the men and breeders just didn't think of each other that way. Isaac and Jessica felt that way, and they discovered how good it felt. As they hugged each other, they found themselves wriggling their pelvises. After a while they found that if she held his penis in just the right place, he could wiggle his pelvis to rub the tip of his penis right against that spot on her that loved to be licked. One day the idea hit Jessica like a thunderbolt. She had seen that man on his back while the woman somehow had his penis up inside her body. Maybe it didn't go up her poop hole, maybe it went up the hole where she was shoving Fred's magic clear stuff. Isaac got hard. Could they do it? "I wanna try something, Isaac," she said, barely able to contain her excitement. "Lie on your back." She held herself above him and tried poking his penis against her different places. "It feels better when we're side by side," Isaac said. "No, I'm looking for something else," she said, as she had pretty much the right place on herself but poked his penis all different directions. "What?" he asked. Not all of her experimental pokings felt good to him. "I think it can go inside!" she said. "In your poop hole? Gross!" he said. "No, the other one -- you've felt it." Yeah, he had felt there was an opening there somewhere. Just then his tip was somehow surrounded by her flesh, and a second later it hurt. "Ouch!" he cried, and Jessica quickly lifted off of him. "Shhh, they'll hear us!" whispered Jessica. Her next experiment turned out differently. His tip was surrounded by her flesh, and it started bending this way and that before he felt it slide in. Somehow, it just vanished into her body! And it felt really, really good! They stared at each other and smiled. Jessica lifted herself up as she had seen the woman do. "Does it feel OK?' Jessica asked. "It feels great!" "It feels great for me too! I'm feeling kind of an itch." "Oh." "But a good itch!" She humped up and down, little five-year-old girl body on four-year-old boy body. "I got an itch too!" said Isaac, who began thrusting his hips up against Jessica. "Oh, wow, mmmm!" she moaned, and he moaned a second later. They each felt a wave of pleasure like they had never felt before. Jessica lifted off of the boy. "Are you OK?" she asked. "Great! And you?" "Fantastic!" She was silent a moment. "I think I know what that was. I think you had that same thing the men have when the stuff comes out of them. Did anything come out?" They couldn't tell for sure, since they both had traces of Fred's stuff on their genitals. "And I think I had that thing I saw a woman having once when she was doing this to a man." "What was it?" "The same kind of thing you had, I think. A really good feeling and then it's over and you're happy?" "Yeah, that's what it was like! And now my penis is soft, and I don't feel like rubbing it any more." "I should go back to my bed, but I'll see you tomorrow night, OK?" "OK!" The two discovered fucking. Actually, although it was bumbled and uneven, they had discovered making love. They were having sex and both were enjoying it! They found ways to meet in private during the day, perhaps out in the woods or down in the basement. If it was an uncomfortable place, he could stick it in her and thrust away quickly and they'd both come in thirty seconds. If they had more time they might do it for half an hour. The grown-ups noticed they were the best of buddies and thought it was sweet. It was especially charming to find them in bed together in the morning now and then, though Jessica usually went back to her own bed before they fell asleep. =============================================== *Eight Years Later* "Mommy," said Jessica. "I'm bleeding from between my legs!" "Are you hurt? Let me see." She was surprised. "It's a period! Why are you having a period? We didn't make you a breeder! Ordinary women never had periods." Her mother thought a while. "Come to think of it, you have bigger boobs than women do! Say, I wonder if you're somehow a breeder even though we didn't make you one when you were born." The idea that a girl could just spontaneously turn into a breeder was interesting. Fred had started discouraging Jessica from sleeping with him when she was ten. She was no longer the little girl that fascinated a man so much. For some time her main interest in the arrangement was getting that middle-of-the-night ejaculation, and he stopped having it. That meant that she and Isaac no longer had a steady supply of the wonderful sperm that Fred had reliably spurted onto her stomach every night. After a month, they both noticed they weren't feeling so great, especially when they made love. They managed to steal vials of sperm and dose themselves up every few weeks. As long as they stole a vial from a different guy and it wasn't that often, no one noticed the theft. They didn't know for sure what Jessica was, but at her age as an ordinary woman she would start getting an allocation of sperm. If she was a breeder it wouldn't do her any good, but she reported she liked it a lot. She had been enjoying it for years, of course. Now she shared her legitimate supply with Isaac too. Dawn talked to her daughter Jessica more frequently about what it was like to be a breeder, how to steel herself for the onslaught of the studs. They waited for her to go into heat, but breeders always went into heat within a few months of getting their period -- and Jessica never did. If she was an old maid, she would need sex with a man when she got that itch -- but she never did. Jessica herself wasn't surprised at that, since she was having regular sex with Isaac. If she was a woman, later she would need the stud too when she got that sharp pain in her innards -- but she never did. She seemed to be half breeder and half woman. She was a curiosity. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------ Jessica and Isaac had developed more of a sexual passion for each other than ever. It increased first when Jessica reached sexual maturity. It increased again when Isaac did. Like any boy, Isaac was supposed to be on the lookout for that erection that popped up on its own, the compulsion to rub it, followed by a sense of relief and spurting semen. His erection had gotten plenty hard for years when he and Jessica made out or made love. He had an interest but not a compulsion to rub it, and he got that feeling of relief. It wasn't immediately apparent whether he was spurting or not, because all his good feelings were happening with his penis buried deep inside Jessica. But he needed to test the hypothesis, and when he masturbated he found that he was spurting. But something wasn't quite right. His semen wasn't clear like a man's or brown like a stud's. It was milky white. He didn't dare deliver that sperm to the collection system. People would think he was a freak! So he kept denying that he was spurting. Over the next year, people noted that Isaac was unusual in another way. He was 5'6" and still growing, quite tall for a man, and he also had more heft. But he was too small to be a stud. People questioned his assurance that he wasn't spurting, but they didn't force the issue. Perhaps it was a plot to avoid having to do his duty and let the women fuck him, but they would wait. Then Jessica got pregnant. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Over the preceding 24 hours, Martha had taken several extra-large doses of sperm up her pussy as she tried to sort out the reports she was getting. Now she convened a meeting. There was no formal procedure, but the substance was clear enough: Martha, Fred, and Dawn were the inquisitors. Jessica and Isaac were getting grilled. Martha was of course the one in charge. "I think we need to challenge all our assumptions and start with a clean slate," she said. "Jessica was never a normal breeder or a normal woman; she was some sort of deviant intermediate form. Isaac too was too small to be a stud and too big to be a man; neither fish nor fowl. "I have a theory. I think that you have been spurting for some time, Isaac, but that your sperm isn't normal. It's somewhere between the clear stuff normal men make and the brown stuff studs make." "How did you know?" he stammered. "It's whitish. I couldn't admit I was spurting, don't you see? You'd all think I was a freak!" "Yes, I can understand that," Martha said. Isaac sighed with relief. "So, Jessica." "Yes," said the pregnant girl. "You took his sperm for yourself and slid it up your own vagina. Yet his whitish sperm was enough to make you pregnant. And something tells me you've been raping him, threatening to reveal his freakish sperm if he told anyone." "I haven't been raping Isaac!" she said hotly, her expression softening as she looked over at him. He smiled at her and addressed Martha. "Jessica has not been raping me." "I know you two have been the best of friends since you were young," Martha said, "so I'm not surprised that you protect her." "I'm not protecting her!" Isaac said. He shifted in his seat and took a deep breath. "I have had sexual intercourse with Jessica for quite some time. I very much want to do it with her. I get an erection when I see her and touch her," he said. "I ejaculate inside her body. Like a stud!" All three of the inquisitors were shocked. "Then you have been raping Jessica!" Martha accused. "No," said Jessica softly. "He is sweet to me. I love it when he puts it in me. It doesn't hurt. I come too. And it was originally my idea." The three inquisitors were perplexed. Fred had the next insight. "So we have sex between a male and a female, and both of them like it, both of them want it, and both of them have a good time. And it produces a baby." "It is totally against nature!" said Martha. "Is this baby going to have two heads?" "I guess we'll find out," said Fred softly. Dawn spoke for the first time. "Jessica, you said it was originally your idea. When did you first suggest it? Was it around the time you got your period? And did he agree right away?" Jessica and Isaac looked at each other, and both became pale. "It was..." Jessica said. "It was," she murmured. Isaac spoke up in a strong voice. "I think you were five and I was four." The three grown-ups stared. Martha spoke first, "This is no time for jokes," she said sternly, but she knew as she said it that it was not a joke. The two young people wouldn't be pale and stammer when they were making up a joke. "It started with you, Fred," Jessica said. "Me?" "So what role did you have in all this?" Martha asked him. "Remember you used to spurt onto my stomach?" Jessica said. "I didn't mind, I really didn't!" she said loudly. Fred relaxed and said, "Yeah, they knew about that. At least they knew we were sleeping together, and they knew I was spurting in the middle of the night without collecting the sperm in a vial." "Really?" asked Martha. "I don't remember that." "I do," put in Dawn simply. Martha didn't like the idea that she didn't remember something like that and Dawn did. She didn't like the idea that she was getting on in years. "You spurted it onto her stomach?" Martha asked. "Yeah," said Fred, a little defensive. "She wanted to play with it." "Go on," Martha said to Jessica. "Well, I'm not sure what was important, but I do know I was rubbing his sperm all over my vagina area." "Like a treatment!" Martha said. "Kind of," Jessica said. "And did you know about this?" Martha asked Fred. "Surely any grown-up would know that wasn't a good idea? At least not without mentioning it to anyone?" "No," said Fred. "I had no idea." "I never thought he knew," said Jessica. "I thought he wouldn't like that I did that." "Do you have any idea why it occurred to you to rub sperm all around your pussy?" "Well, when Fred licked me all around that area, it felt really good." Martha and Dawn stared at him, and Fred turned beet red. "I guess I should have asked," he said. "But I did make really good sperm back then, do you remember?" That Martha did remember. Pressing the plunger to deliver Fred's sperm deep in her vagina -- that was quite the treat. "And I think you didn't ask because you knew what we'd say." "I think you're right," Fred said, trying to keep some dignity. He prayed that Jessica might omit the fact that he sometimes licked her pussy for an hour at a time. Dawn took up the questioning. "Jessica, are you sure you didn't mind?" Jessica nodded. Dawn smiled and continued, "Then I say, what the heck? He liked it. She liked it. He made better sperm. That's why we let men sleep with girls in the first place." She turned to Fred and said in a friendly tone, "But you really should have asked." "I know," he said. Jessica wanted to move on from Fred. She hadn't realized that what he had done was such an indiscretion. And the truth was that she did love Fred, for all he had made her feel special back then and how he had treated her ever since. "Anyway, I found myself thinking about sex, though I didn't know the word back then. I tried getting Fred to respond sexually, like to enjoy it when I stroked his penis. But he never did." "And you tried licking it once!" Fred said. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." "Of course you didn't," Fred said. "It was just very memorable to me." "Anyway, when Fred didn't respond, I tried to get other boys interested, but the only one who would let me play doctor was Isaac," she said. It suddenly occurred to her that she was saying she had chosen the love of her life because he was the only one who would have her. "But I did like him a lot," she stammered. Isaac smiled and patted her hand. "It's OK," he said. "So I took some of Fred's stuff with me and rubbed it all around his penis." "And what did you think of that, Isaac?" Martha asked. "I don't really remember what happened at first," he said. "I was pretty young. But I do know I felt sexy pretty soon and wanted to touch and fondle my buddy Jessica." "So you did this more than once? This treatment with the sperm?" "Oh, yes, we did it just about every day until I stopped sleeping with him when I was ten." "You used me!" said Fred with a pout. "I'm sorry!" blurted out Jessica, before Fred gave a big grin and the others laughed. Even Martha smiled a little. "Anyway," said Isaac. "Shortly after those treatments started, we started fucking like little bunnies and coming every time. We could barely keep our hands off each other, and met every chance we could. I'd say we averaged about twice a day, wouldn't you?" he asked his lover. Jessica thought, but before she could answer, Martha interrupted. "OK, OK. I get the picture. Let me think about this a little while." There were several seconds of silence. "The natural way is that we treat a boy with lots of stud sperm right at birth if we want him to become a stud. We treat a girl with lots of man sperm if we want her to become a breeder. It looks like if you treat a boy or girl with man sperm at around age five, he or she gets interested in sex and starts being sexually active. If you keep it up through age ten, he or she becomes an intermediate bastard form." "I don't think of it as a bastard form. I see it differently," said Dawn. "The next time I come into heat," she said, turning to Isaac, "I would dearly love this boy to have sex with me, if he's willing, rather than the studs. And if he could make me pregnant..." The appeal of that was obvious to all. Fred spoke up suddenly, "Isaac, what do you think of the women? What do you think of the idea of fucking them?" The only ordinary woman in the room was Martha, and she was... kind of old and not very pleasant. This was apparent to Fred as well. "Take Ella, for instance. Do you think you'd enjoy fucking her?" Isaac imagined the woman naked, imagined her begging him to stick it in her, and smiled. "I'll take that as a yes." "Listen, my boy," he said, sliding up next to him and putting his arm around him. "I think any woman you agree to fuck is going to be forever in your debt. And if you could fuck all of them, every man is going to be forever in your debt as well. You want any toy you've ever dreamed of? Any music? Peeled grapes? Personal laundry service? Never another chore in your life? You're on!" Martha smiled for the first time. She imagined feeling that craving for a man, and having this teenager Isaac fondling her, pushing her onto her back, sliding in with enthusiasm and gusto, pounding away like a stud but without pain and without rude remarks and without that burning sperm -- wow! She asked quietly, "Jessica, does it burn when he comes inside you?" "Burn?" "When he comes, do you have this burning sensation from his semen. Something very unpleasant? At all unpleasant?" "No, nothing like that at all." Despite her age, Martha felt a little stirring in her pussy. Jessica looked a little agitated. "I don't think I like the idea of Isaac having sex with other women." Everyone laughed -- everyone but Isaac, who raised his hand for silence, staring at his girl. "I know what you mean," he said. "The idea of Jessica having sex with some other man -- I don't like it." The two lovers moved close together then, gazing into each other's moist eyes. In full view of the others, they put their lips together gently, and rubbed them back and forth. The others couldn't comprehend what they were seeing, not fully. It reminded Dawn of what it was like to love a baby -- like each of them saw the other as their baby. It reminded Fred of how he felt for the young Jessica, such a tender feeling. Martha had no basis of comparison at all. She said, "Well, given that her choices are studs or men, I don't guess there's much danger she'll want that! Or, you might want a man, but he's not going to put up with you!" Dawn said, "Imagine a world where we don't need anybody but women like Jessica and men like Isaac! They both love sex. They love each other. And they can make more babies!" "That's wild speculation," said Martha. "And anyway, I think it would be sick." Yet she joined the others in thinking about it. It was a very strange concept. Fred tried to imagine liking to do it with women and feeling about them kind of like he felt about little Jessica. Dawn imagined being able to have babies and also this thing called sexual pleasure that the others liked. Martha imagined men who would like having sex with her, then tried to imagine big breasts and periods and babies. Dawn and Martha jumped for joy at their other thought: No studs! ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- The secret was out. Finally Isaac and Jessica could sleep together in the same bed, all night long. People saw them kissing each other in public. Others stared in fascination -- and often discomfort. Dawn relayed the request that they should stop doing it in public, because it was very distracting to the women. Isaac and Jessica lay in bed, bodies intertwined after making love. She was in the easy middle part of her pregnancy. "The women want me," he said. "They're saying it's my duty." "But you're not a man, not like them. You don't spurt involuntarily several times a day." "Yeah, but it looks like I never will. And I do spurt." "I feel it trickling out of me right now," Jessica said, smiling, and they kissed. "But whatever the rules are, it makes sense, right? The other guys are revolted by having sex with the women, but they have to anyway. I'm not revolted by it." "Not revolted?" Jessica smiled. "You're looking forward to it!" "I think it would feel good physically," Isaac said. "But I'm not going to do it." "Why not?" "You're my lover. You're the only one I want to do it with." "That's so nice of you," Jessica said. They snuggled a while in silence. Jessica said with a twinkle in her eye, "I couldn't believe that when you told them you want to have sex with me, you like doing it, and you come up inside my pussy. You were so sure of yourself." "It did feel weird to say I was a total freak, but I feel it so strongly -- that helped." Jessica sighed and said, "It's selfish of me. You could make those women so happy. I don't know why I don't want you to do it with them. But I'll get over it." Isaac looked at her in silence. "Could I pick the person you do first?" Jessica asked. "I don't think I should do it with anybody. You discovered how to make us sexy as children, and we were there for each other. We belong to each other." "But I'm not sure I can live with myself, being that selfish. Would you do it for me?" "OK," Isaac said after a pause. "But it doesn't feel right." "What if you do Grace first..." "Grace?" Isaac said. "You don't find her especially attractive, do you? Maybe that would make it easier on me, to start with." "OK," said Isaac, uncertain. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Both of them were naked. Isaac was fondling her breasts and running his hands over her hips. "Do you mind?" "No, not at all," the older woman said nervously, looking at his cock, which had hardened without any attention from her mouth. As always before she had sex with a man, she had played with herself plenty before he arrived, so she was good and juicy. "So, are you ready?" he asked. "Sure," she said. "You want to lie down?" "Not really. I'd like you to lie on your back." "Really?" "Yes, really." "Oh, wow," she said. Isaac lowered himself onto her and guided his own cock into her pussy, smiling with pleasure as he pushed in. He soon slid in up to the hilt and began fucking away. "Is that OK?" he asked. "That's great!" Grace said, looking at his face in astonishment. He looked almost like a stud, the way he shoved in and out of her, pleasure on his face. Unlike a stud, he was being kind to her, and it didn't hurt. It didn't hurt at all; in fact it felt good. Very good. His penis didn't ram the back of her pussy, yet she could tell he wasn't holding back. He was shoving in as far as he could each time, his progress blocked only when their pubic bones met. He was bigger than the men, and his cock was bigger too. She felt her pleasure building, and suddenly it burst, and she had the nicest orgasm of her life. "I'm gonna come in you," he said, puffing. She sobered up, prepared for the burning sensation. He moaned and thrust deep like a stud would. She didn't feel any pain at all. He pulled out and lay down next to her. He was smiling, not gagging, and he was in no hurry to clean the liquids of sex off his penis. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Grace couldn't help grinning as she emerged. Half a dozen other women casually gathered around. "Well, what was it like?" asked one. "Perfect," she said. "Just perfect." "How did it work?" "He wanted me on my back so we could see each other. He wanted to do the fucking -- kind of like a stud. But he wanted to see me, not just my butt, and he tried to make sure I had my own orgasm." "Did you?" "Yes," Grace said softly. "Oh, yes..." ----------------------------------------------------------------- ------------ "So how was it?" Jessica asked. "OK," said Isaac. "Just OK?" "Well, it did feel pretty good." Isaac couldn't hold back his smile any longer. "But I'm glad to be back with you," he said, snuggling up to her. After a while, Isaac noticed Jessica was unusually quiet, and when he looked up he saw tears in her eyes. "What's wrong?" he said. "I shouldn't care. It's selfish of me," she said sniffling. "But I really don't like it. I'm sorry!" She let herself cry freely, and Isaac held her. "Then I won't do it with anyone else again," he said. "It felt good, but I also felt guilty. I think we're meant to be with each other and no one else." "Really?" Jessica asked. "Really." Isaac was willing to masturbate and donate his whitish semen to see what it would do when injected into pussies, but in fact it did not give rise to the same beneficial effects as clear sperm. It seemed to have no effect on influencing the sexual development of young children either. Jessica didn't benefit from the injection of clear semen into her pussy. That seemed to be an effect the infertile men could give only to the infertile women. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Martha was meeting with Harriet and Alice, her two most trusted confidants. "I can't believe how selfish he's being!" Martha fumed. "It is very frustrating," said Harriet. "No shit," grumbled Alice, the youngest of the three. "The rules say we could restrain him and make him do it," said Martha. "That's if he were a man. He's not a man," said Harriet. "No, but the part that's not man is stud. It's hard to imagine a stud being unwilling to have sex with a female. His nature should make him more willing rather than less," said Martha. "So why don't we just insist? Restrain him. He'll fall into line soon enough," said Harriet. "His body doesn't work like a man's either, though," said Alice. "He doesn't have those reflexes. He doesn't get hard involuntarily and have to spurt. It seems he only gets hard when he likes the idea of having sex. At least that's what he says. And he doesn't get hard when you lick his penis -- at least that's what Dawn reports. They let her watch when Jessica sucked on him, and he didn't get hard. But after they had demonstrated the point, and he decided to let himself, he got very hard, and they let Dawn watch them do it. Fucking. She said it was so sweet she cried afterward." "There's something that tells me we shouldn't make him do anything," said Martha. "We'll just pretend he never came along, and we'll get by as we always did. I don't want to make him mad." Harriet said, "I agree, and there's a different reason. This love that he and Jessica have for each other is very interesting. I think we all find it appealing, and if their love means he isn't going to do it with other women, I think we need to respect that." "Yeah, good point," said Martha. "Still..." said Alice. "Imagine yourself naked. You're on your back, and he eagerly shoves it into you. But it doesn't hurt, and he is kind to you. He goes faster and faster, and then you see him tense and spurt. It goes right up inside you, and the spurt doesn't hurt. Imagine..." "That is not helping," sighed Martha wearily. Harriet shifted in her seat. "There are those other boys, though. How's it going with them?" asked Harriet. Martha said, "Mark is twelve, but the treatments don't seem to have any effect. Bob is ten, and there seems to be something stirring there. He's getting treated with a full three vials a day. And among the younger kids, the girls and boys we're treating are starting to get sexy with each other." "So we have to wait a few years, I guess," said Alice. "We'll just have to see," said Martha. "But is it true we can try playing with the boys if they're willing?" "Yeah, but let's stress that 'if they're willing' part," said Martha. "We should just all assume life will go on as it always has. If anything changes for the better, it will be a pleasant surprise." ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- "Hi, Bob!" said Alice. "Um, hi." "I made some brownies, just for you." "Oh, thanks!" "Would you play doctor with me?" she asked quietly. It felt odd for a grown woman to put it that way but she couldn't think of anything better. "What?" "Like show each other our bodies. Do you want to know what a woman's body is like? I'd love to see yours!" Bob thought that several of the women seemed to like spending time with him these days, but this was something new. "I love a boy's penis, and I'd love to see how yours is changing." Bob shrugged and whipped off his pants and underpants. "Lie back on the bed, here," she said. "It's so beautiful. Can I touch it?" Bob shrugged. Then her hands were on it, and to Bob it felt special. It started getting hard under her touch. "Ooooo, it's getting hard, that's so great!" she said with such enthusiasm he decided she really meant it. "You want to see me naked?" she asked. Bob shrugged again, and the woman pulled off her clothes. She spread her legs wide so he could see the strange woman's parts. "You want to touch?" she asked. He hesitated, and she said, "I'd like it if you would." Bob explored with his fingers this strange new place. He had been playing doctor with some of the girls lately, but this was different. "You can pull those lips apart there to see what's inside." Bob did. "See the hole there? That's the hole for your penis. Whenever you're old enough, whenever you're ready, I'd love it if you'd stick your penis in my hole." Bob had no desire to do that, but he was kind of excited that this grown woman was suggesting it. Then he lost interest, and she returned her attention to his organ. "Can I rub it up and down?" she asked. "Sometimes that feels good to a boy." He rubbed his penis sometimes when it got hard, but it felt better with Alice doing it. "Here, can I kiss it?" she asked. "No," he said. "Oh, come on," she said. "Just try it, I bet you'll love it." "No," he said a little louder. "Here, let me..." Alice stopped. She had gotten in trouble doing exactly this kind of thing many years before. "OK," she said. "We never have to do that." He started to get dressed, and she did too. "You know, if you rub it up and down and keep doing it, you can get a really good feeling. Try it some time. "And just so you know, any time you feel like playing doctor with me, I'd love to. You can play with any part of me, and I'll rub you or lick you if you want, and you can always stick it up inside my special hole." But she ended with a smile -- "you never have to do anything like that if you don't want to." Later, Bob tried that rubbing trick with his penis. He kept rubbing and rubbing, and sure enough, he had this wonderful feeling throughout his body and then he didn't feel like rubbing any more. Bob had thought he would like to see Katy's body. She was eleven. But he was too shy to ask. Bob thought about sticking his penis into her body. That would be exciting. Then he remembered Alice. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- "Umm," he said, lounging in her doorway. He wasn't sure he believed what she had said before. "Oh hi, Bob! Come on in. What can I do for you? I'm always willing to get sexy if that's what you'd like." Soon the two were naked. He looked surreptitiously at her pussy. "You can play with me if you'd like. Would you like to touch?" Bob nodded eagerly, and was soon peeling back her lips to look and rub inside. He poked his finger up her pussy tube. His penis had gotten hard. "Would you like to stick that in me?" she asked in a whisper. "I'd love that -- but only if you would." Bob nodded, but looked confused. How? "Oh, goody! Here's how we'll do it. I lie down like this. You climb on top of me there. Mmm, that's nice. Now I take your beautiful penis, like this... Perfect. Now you push forward." It felt partly gross, partly naughty, and partly very good to have his penis surrounded by this woman's flesh. "Now, poke it back and forth," she suggested. Bob did. That felt even better. He poked a little deeper, but stopped to look at her questioningly. "Yes! You can push it in as deep as you want, as fast as you want. Whatever feels good. I'll love it." Bob took her word for it. He thrust in and out for a good long while. He felt that good feeling almost happening, but not quite. She said, "Let me try something -- but if you don't like it, let me know." He then felt her pussy hole squeeze him. That was terrifically exciting! He pumped in and out fast and then the feeling came to him. Waves of pleasure. When he stopped panting, he noticed she was looking at him and smiling. Suddenly embarrassed, he said "I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing." "Oh, Bob, you know just what you're doing. I mean you're doing just what a stud would do -- or Isaac -- and I love it. I love to see you get happy like that." Alice was a little disappointed that she had not had any orgasm, but she hadn't even taken the time to get turned on. Besides, this was a long-term investment. Who knew how old a boy had to be before he could satisfy a woman? Bob kept covering his penis with the clear liquid three times a day. He got more and more interested in playing with his penis. He got Katy to take her clothes off so he could look at her, but she didn't want to touch. Alice, on the other hand... "Mmm, that's so nice, Bob... Just like that, yes, more, OK, a little faster, OK? Not quite so deep. Oh, you're a wonderful guy! Aaaaaahhhhhh," she suddenly said, her body twitching. "Oh, that was fantastic, Bob! Now you go for what makes you feel good, OK?" "Can you turn over again, like we did before?" "Sure, Bob!" Alice said. She loved having Bob do her from the rear. After they were in position and he was humping away in her, she made a point of squeezing down on his cock at what she judged was just the right moment, and he shouted out his climax. But the big news was that she had come! He was finally ready, Alice thought. He could make the other women happy too. She would be reluctant to give him up. In fact, she waited several days before broaching the subject with him. "Bob, I've been having a really good time with you." "Me too," he said. "Did you know that every single woman in this clan would love to have you do it to them?" "Really? What about Katy?" "I don't know about Katy, since she's right at that borderline age. But I bet she will soon. Oh, the one exception is Jessica." ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Bob found that just as Alice had said, every single woman wanted him to fuck her just like he had Alice. As Bob's body grew he started spurting stuff out, first a little, then a lot. When Bob's sexual appetites rose they decided to wean him off of his three treatments of clear sperm a day. He loved spurting it inside a female. He loved pushing and pumping into a woman whether he had stuff to spurt or not. They would all have their own orgasms in any case. Now the breeders disappeared occasionally for a day. They were in heat, and didn't want the studs to smell them. They actually stayed in the guest building at the edge of the compound. They always invited Bob over to visit. They always wanted another baby when they were in heat, but they didn't want the pain and humiliation that came with a stud mating. They wanted Bob to slide up into their pussies and leave a nice big blob of his sperm there. As they hoped, that was all it took to make them pregnant! He fathered over a dozen children. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- Bob woke up spooned against Dawn's back. He had a hard-on and needed relief. So he found her pussy and surged up inside. "Mmmmm," said Dawn, coming half awake. "Again so soon?" "Yeah," grunted Bob. "Go ahead, do me good, then," she murmured sleepily. He shot his wad up inside Dawn within a minute, then fell back to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------- ----------- "Bob, we need to talk," said Martha. "Can we talk while I'm fucking you?" he asked. "Well, OK," Martha sighed, lying on his bed and spreading her legs. After his cock was lodged in her pussy she felt him relax. That was part of the problem. The only time Bob seemed to relax was when his cock was up in some pussy or other. "You seem to be insatiable," she said. "You don't want anything but sex." "That's right," he said, his penis sliding back and forth slowly. "The women can't take this much sex," she said. "We have work to do, and our pussies get sore. One thing we've tried is giving you a breeder to do for an hour at a time. But they say it doesn't work." "When I've had one pussy for a while, I need a new one." "And you have to leave the girls alone until they're old enough. If a girl says she doesn't want it, you have to leave her alone!" "I only go to the girls if there isn't any other pussy to fuck." Martha sighed. Time to spring her brilliant idea. "I have an idea. How would you like to go over to the Smith clan in the afternoon and do some of them." "Do they have pussies?" "Yes, of course." "Sounds good." The Smith clan had agreed to take Bob from 1 to 5. The old maids were ecstatic at the idea that they could achieve their orgasms while having sex with a man who really wanted to. They were thrilled at the prospect of not needing the deep poking and burning of a stud. What they promised in turn was that they would provide pussies for Bob to fuck continuously between 1 and 5, and none for more than half an hour at a time. That was a tall order, but they decided they'd try it. Later the Chen clan would make the same deal for the 9 to 1 slot. Bob ate while gently sliding in and out of a woman he mounted from the rear. His plate rested on her back. He showered in the same fashion, with two helpers. One knelt on the floor to get fucked while the other washed and rinsed him. Then they switched places, because Bob didn't like to be close to a woman he couldn't fuck. It was a terrible tease. Bob died of a heart attack at age 28, while fucking the 14-year-old Marsha, missionary style on a bed. While obviously in a lot of pain and gasping, he wouldn't stop the fuck until he had ejaculated. Then he slumped dead onto poor Marsha. She had to wriggle out from under his corpse and had nightmares for months. All agreed that giving a boy three full doses a day of clear man sperm was too much. ============================================ Varying the timing of the application of man sperm could create a variety of different boys or girls. But there were essentially three types of each. Studs were the super-males. They were focused on sexual conquest which was necessarily painful to the woman. They were rude, not terribly smart and incapable of forming warm relationships. Yet before the emergence of the new man, they were the only way to father children. What had been known as "men" might be called "introverted men". Their bodies commanded masturbation and ejaculation on an inner-directed schedule. They led often satisfying lives that had nothing to do with social sexuality. Their sperm, however, was vital for creating fertile members of either gender. They were especially kind to children, and every child had memories of a kind introverted guy. The new man had elements of the other two. Studs were too crude and sex-obsessed to form relationships with females, and the introverts had no interest. The new men could. They could make love to women and sire children. They were suited for the pair bond. Breeders were the super-females. Their one focus and obsession in life was bearing and raising children, yet they felt no sexual pleasure. They were not creative thinkers and had no interest in anything outside of the realm of parenthood; they weren't even very good at household chores. What had been known as "women" might be called "career women". They had no interest in having children and little interest in relating to them. Dosed with the clear semen of the introverted men, they were the most insightful and intellectual, and they pretty much ran the world outside of the home. Their sex lives used to be a mix of abuse and agony from the studs on the one hand, and on the other some excitement and orgasms from introverts -- who despised the sex act in all its forms. Both forms of sexuality were necessary to their health. The new men made their sex lives a lot easier, but human intimacy was not a high priority for them. The new women could have children, or they could decide not to. They enjoyed sex, but didn't need it. They fell in love with men; they were made for love and bonding. They had choice. Brown sperm would vanish from the earth if the last stud did; they could not be re-created from any other form. So small populations were set up where they were preserved. The pussies required to keep them alive were supplied by saintly women who put in time in a national service program. Both old-style introverted men and the new men were essential to society. Without the clear semen, no children would grow up fertile, and the new men were needed to actually father the children, now that the studs were out of the picture. Both were largely content with their lot. Since it wasn't necessary to decide right away whether to treat a boy, families could wait to see his innate temperament before choosing the role that suited him best. The females varied in terms of what they valued most. Which kind to create was a balancing act. Clans needed some who most valued power and knowledge, they needed some who most valued babies and child-rearing, and they all liked the ideal of women who valued love and intimacy and could choose their path in life. And everyone loved to see the new men and new women as youngsters. Boys and girls as young as five or six would kiss passionately and make love wherever the urge grabbed them. Puppy love, perhaps, but real little penises slid sensuously in and out of real little vaginas to the delight of both parties. And so the society stumbled along. Their sexuality was still peculiar, but everyone agreed that it was far less at cross-purposes than it used to be. It all changed when Saint Jessica tapped into a stream of clear sperm on the sly and created of herself and Isaac the first new woman and new man. ============================== I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to email@example.com.