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Race Of Man
By Robert MacLeod and Dean Hodson
(rsmacleod@bellsouth.net)
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It's amazing how much we don't know about the world,
even today. That's probably why, what happened --
happened. Even scientists can make mistakes, but
sometimes those mistakes become part of evolution.
(M+/F+, bi, beast, tg, orgy, sci-fi)
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Author Note: I want to give a special thanks to my good
friend in Australia who penned many of the later
chapters including the ones with the girls and the one
with everyone left on the base with the dogs. He added
some wonderful pieces to the work and deserves his own
special shout out. If you want to congratulate him, his
email address is Starfire1951@hotmail.com.
My address is always infinteinkz@yahoo.com. Any
comments, positive or negative are welcome. Tell us
what you liked about it and what you didn't like. Keep
reading and keep learning.
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Prologue:
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Let me state for the record that I never intended to
change the world. I never meant to alter the course
that human history had taken for hundreds of thousands
of years. It all just sort of happened.
I guess that is really no excuse for what I did, but I
do find some comfort in these facts when I look back at
all the chaos my actions have caused. It's not much,
but it keeps me going... well that... and the fact that
I am getting more ass now than anyone ever dreamed of.
Chapter One: The Discovery
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Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am, in all
honesty and no modesty, a genius. I finished my
bachelor's degree in anthropology when I was thirteen.
I received my masters at fourteen and my doctorate when
I was fifteen. I got my second doctorate in electronic
engineering at seventeen and my third doctorate in
microbiology by my nineteenth birthday. This was in
addition to other assorted masters and bachelors'
degrees that I picked up in my spare time.
I have a photographic memory and an almost infinite
capacity for boredom. Also, at the age of 22, when all
of this started, I was still very much a virgin. I like
to think that I was not... unattractive at the time. I
had brown hair that absolutely refused to cooperate
with any comb or brush. My eyes were your basic hazel
and I had good teeth. I was thin, but not skinny and
kept a decent tan despite hours in labs and workshops.
I just never seemed to find anyone that wanted to
relieve me of my virginity.
Now when all of this started, I was working at USC in
the Anthropology Department. My thesis on human
evolutionary patterns had caught the attention of the
department head and I had worked with him for almost a
year to determine exactly where modern man had
separated from his earlier relatives.
Needless to say that this was a daunting task since
most scientists don't even agree which of the early
stages of man are actually directly related to Homo
sapiens. Still, it was an interesting exercise and it
paid well. Then came the call that promised to make our
job a hell of a lot easier.
We got word from a research team working on ice core
samples in Antarctica that they had made an amazing
discovery. While working in an ice crevasse they had
discovered an entire group of proto-humans frozen in
the ice. The pictures they had sent us were
understandably grainy, but they showed at least six
humanoids and they looked to be perfectly preserved.
Doctor Asburg, the department head, suspected that they
were probably early Cro-Magnon or even perhaps
Neanderthal. We all saw the amazing opportunity this
was and Asburg arranged for the two of us and three
research assistants to fly to the Antarctic to study
this find first hand. Most of you probably doubt the
likelihood of people being frozen in a block of ice in
one of the coldest places in the world.
Well, before this discovery was made, corpses of other
creatures had been discovered in both the Artic and
Antarctic. Bodies of Wooly Mammoths had been discovered
that had been frozen so quickly that uneaten plants
still sat in their mouths and several small rodents had
been discovered in the ice in the process of
copulation. It theorized that sudden climactic shifts
had caused such a rapid temperature drop that the
creatures had been frozen before they had a chance to
realize that they were dead.
Asburg and I believed that the same thing had happened
to this group of early humanoids. (For a really good
example of this effect, see if you can find a copy of
the inaccurate, but highly entertaining movie, The Day
After Tomorrow.) As we bordered our chartered flight, I
studied the various members of our team.
Doctor William Asburg was the head of our team. He was
42 and the very epitome of your typical college
professor. Slightly overweight with balding brown hair,
he had green eyes that were usually hidden behind very
thick glasses. He was one of the most respected
authorities on early man in the world. He also played a
really vicious game of handball.
Our budget wasn't good enough to cover real assistants,
but we had managed to con three interns to come along
with us for class credits. All three were freshmen and,
from my vastly older years of 22, seemed to be very
young. Barry Stone was the one I knew best. He looked
like a linebacker, but had a brain like a researcher.
We had teamed up a couple of times to complete some of
Asburg's projects. He was six feet tall with more
muscles than seemed fair. He had wavy red hair and deep
blue eyes.
Angela Chen wasn't really an anthropology student. She
was more like me and was too smart for her own good.
She had started a degree in History, and then switched
three more times. Anthropology was simply her latest
interest. I suspected that she would eventually find
her calling and become as famous as Einstein or Clark.
For now, her magnificent brain was at our disposal.
Shamefully enough, her body was just as magnificent as
her brain. Long blonde hair that was more than likely
natural, breasts that would have shamed any pinup and a
butt that you could rest a soda on was only three of
the things that made her the subject of many of my
masturbatory fantasies.
Paul Waters finished up our little group. Paul was
working on his second master's degree and was the
living embodiment of the stereotypical nerd. He was
short, skinnier than a rail with an overbite so bad
that he could probably eat both sides of an apple. He
was probably the smartest member of our group,
including me, and an absolute master at all things
electronic.
Now this probably doesn't sound like the kind of people
that would be safe flying off to one of the most
inhospitable places in the world and if you are
actually thinking that, well you are correct. The
closest thing I had to artic experience was the winter
break that I spent in Colorado learning to ski. The
others had even less experience than that. However,
Asburg didn't want to wait until the specimens could be
brought back to the states. He was terrified that
someone else would find out about this discovery and
steal our thunder. So we were going to the Antarctic
whether we were ready or not.
Our flight deposited us in the bustling city of McMurdo
Station. McMurdo Station is Antarctica's largest
community. It is built on the bare volcanic rock of Hut
Point Peninsula on Ross Island, the farthest south
solid ground that is accessible by ship. Established in
1956, it has grown from an outpost of a few buildings
to a complex logistics staging facility of more than
100 structures including a harbor, an outlying airport
(Williams Field) with landing strips on sea ice and
shelf ice, and a helicopter pad. There are aboveground
water, sewer, telephone, and power lines linking
buildings.
It is not exactly Los Angeles, but it the closest thing
to civilization you are going to find on the frozen
continent. A heavily modified DC 11 and a thirty-year-
old Sno-Cat that would be our base of operations during
our investigation met us at Williams Field.
The pilot looked like a refugee from an old WWII movie
with a pair of aviator glasses, Japanese bomber jacket
and, God help us, a long white scarf. Still, he told us
that he had been flying in this area for over twenty
years so we felt fairly safe. We loaded the Sno-Cat and
our gear onto the plane and took off. Our destination
was over three hundred miles from our departure point
and I swear we flew over the most deserted landscapes
known to mankind. On a more modern aircraft in a
friendlier environment, the flight would have taken
about an hour, maybe an hour and a half.
Our transport was far from modern and our surroundings
were hardly friendly. We battled headwinds of
unbelievable speeds and turbulence that would make even
the most seasoned flyer sick to their stomach. Poor
Paul must have gone through at least ten airsick bags
during the four-hour trip. When we began to make our
approach, all you could really see from the air were
snow, ice, and more snow. There was definitely nothing
that looked like a landing strip. Nevertheless, our
pilot set us down with only a few jolts from the
landing skids.
The research team helped us unload the Cat and stow our
gear in the dozen or so geodesic domes that served as
their living quarters and labs. We would be sharing
their quarters for the duration of our stay, but any
research we were to do would be done in the back of the
massive snow vehicle. This wasn't a major concern to us
considering the main problem we would be presented with
would be keeping any specimens we recovered frozen and
safely preserved until they could be examined or sent
back home. Well, when the average mean temperature
rarely got above -45 degrees, keeping things frozen was
not a problem. Hell, keeping us from freezing could
become a problem.
It took us about twelve hours to get everything set up,
then Doctor Asburg insisted that we all get at least
nine hours of sleep. None of us wanted to miss a
minute, but we followed the doctor's orders.
The next day, we shared breakfast with the researchers
and then piled into the Cat with two of the research
team for the two-hour drive to the crevasse where the
bodies were found. They were extremely talkative and
the woman, April Sanderson, actually seemed interested
in me. I suspect that it was more because I was a new
face then because she actually thought I was sexy.
She'd been staring at the same faces for nearly a year
so I would guess that Quasimodo would have looked good
to her. Still it was fun having an attractive woman
flirting with me. Made me almost forget the thirty-mile
per hour winds blowing outside and the fact that it was
a balmy -50 degrees.
The crevasse was pretty obvious. It was a massive black
cut in the nearly perfect white of the surrounding snow
and ice. April told us that the group had discovered it
over two months ago and had been using it for easier
access to the deeper pack ice. She said that their
sonar had picked up a large opening directly beneath
the area that they had been mining so they had set
charges to blow an opening. They had hoped to get even
deeper into the pack ice without much effort. They had
found something far beyond their expectations.
I thought I was prepared for what they had discovered
after having seen the pictures they had sent. When we
followed them down the metal scaffolding to the lower
level, I realized that I had been wrong. Even through
the distortion of the ice, they were magnificent. The
lights set up by the researchers illuminated a scene
straight out of prehistory. No one spoke as we studied
the figures. It was like we all felt that speaking
would somehow break the magical spell holding these
long dead creatures here in our time. It was so quiet
that I could hear everyone breathing and the quiet
dripping of water freed from the ice by the heat of the
lights and our bodies.
"I count eight of them," Asburg said, breaking the
silence finally. He was shining his flashlight into the
ice and studying the frozen forms. "Four of them
approximately four feet tall, two perhaps a half foot
taller and the remaining two seem to be children."
"Maybe a family grouping?" Angela was filming what we
could see with her digital camera. She seemed
completely in awe of the scene and kept fingering the
cross dangling from her ample bosom. I was wearing my
Star of David under my parka and felt the urge to
follow her action. There was something almost religious
about what we were seeing. Like we were being given a
glimpse at some of God's earliest work. "I thought that
family groupings were much larger in early man? Didn't
they run around in large groups, basically entire
tribes of interrelated people?" Paul was using his
Palmtop to make notations on positions of the various
figures and any viewable features.
Asburg nodded. "Sites in Europe and Asia have always
indicated that family groups usually consisted of
thirty to forty persons. It's possible that this group
is survivors of some disaster that wiped out the rest
of their group. It's also possible that they were
exiled from their group for some reason or another.
Unfortunately for us, I doubt we will ever know the
reason why there are so few of them. They didn't
exactly keep written records, you know."
Everyone laughed at his little joke, except Paul who
had gotten very close to the ice wall and was peering
at the figures intently. They don't look like Cro-
Magnon or even Neanderthal?"
I joined him and tried to get a better look at the
figures. "He's right, Doctor. I can't see them very
clearly, but they don't seem to have any of the
features of Cro-Magnon, Neanderthal, or even Homo
erectus. Do you think it's possible that we have
stumbled across an entirely new species of early man?"
Asburg waved his hands to quell the excited muttering
that had started when I asked that. "Let's not get too
excited here, folks. We won't know anything for sure
until we can extract some of them and study them. Since
no one has ever actually seen any of the early hominids
as anything except bones, it is possible that they
could be one of the known species. So until we know
more, I don't want anyone speculating. We are
scientists, not tabloid writers.
As excited as we all were, we nodded at his logic and
began the laborious process of chipping away the ice
and freeing some specimens for study back at the base.
We had to be incredibly careful because the ice was
very dense and the bodies were going to be very
fragile. We extracted two of the larger ones and one of
the ones that we believed might be children and
carefully packed them back to the base to begin our
studies.
Now, I will be nice and leave out the details of our
research. Hours of long and very tedious work in our
makeshift labs, repeating the same test dozens of times
to make sure you got the right answer was the majority
of our days. Asburg insisted that everyone confirm
every test. I understood, especially once we realized
what we had discovered. We had stumbled across
something that we knew was going to shake the
scientific community to the very core and there was no
way in Hell that Asburg was going to let even the
tiniest mistake slip by to give doubters and naysayers
ammunition to discredit our discovery.
During the two weeks that we worked, the only real
thing of interest that happened was that I finally lost
my virginity. Since I am certain that most of you are
reading this only for the sexual content and not for
the scientific information, I will do my best to let
you know how, pardon the very bad pun, climactic this
event was.
I was working late into the night studying cell samples
and blood samples from our specimens. Since I was the
only microbiologist on the team, it was my duty to
study the amazingly preserved cultures we extracted.
Needless to say, I was in Heaven to be able to study
the biology of creatures that had died out long before
modern man had taken his first steps on this planet.
What I had discovered was beyond belief and the things
that I would discover would be even more incredible,
but more on that later.
I had just finished studying a slide of cell samples
from one of the smaller creatures when I heard the lab
door slide open very quietly, as if someone had been
trying to make the corrugated steel door move as
silently as possible, as if the blast of freezing air
as the door opened wouldn't have let me know that the
door had been opened.
We had backed the Cat up to one of the doors leading to
the main dome and had constructed a temporary hallway
out of pressed plastic sheets and metal stakes. This
kept most of the winds off of us when we were going
from the domes to the Cat, but it was still very cold
outside. I turned, expecting Asburg or one of my team
checking in on me.
I was very surprised to see April standing there,
slowly unzipping her parka. Any questions I might have
had were stifled when I realized that the courageous
woman had braved the sub-zero temperatures without
anything under her parka. She dropped the heavy coat to
the floor of the Cat and smiled at me.
My first cognizant thought was that the old joke about,
"Is it cold in here" was definitely based in fact. Her
more than ample bosom was covered in goose pimples and
her dark brown nipples looked hard enough to chip
diamond. The anthropologist in me immediately
identified her as being of almost pure Nordic descent.
She had very light brown hair and the palest skin that
I had ever seen. Her visible skin seemed to be dotted
with an infinite number of light brown freckles and her
ice blue eyes seemed to be laughing at me as I stared
at her.
I don't really remember stripping off my pants and
underwear. I do vaguely recall helping her out of her
pants and thermal underwear because I took a very deep
breath when her clean-shaven pussy was revealed. I
remember thinking that it was the most magnificent
thing I had ever seen.
Unfortunately for me and for you, dear readers, the
back of an antique vehicle crammed full of research
equipment and other supplies, is not the place where
lengthy foreplay can be enjoyed. Not to mention the
fact that it was close to minus thirty degrees outside
the Cat and barely above freezing inside the machine.
April played with my erection for several seconds
before my groans of pleasure told her that I was more
than ready. We spread our parkas on the steel floor and
I lay down on my back. She straddled me with a knowing
smile and slid my cock into her very warm hole. There
is no way to accurately describe the feeling of sliding
your rock hard cock into a hot, tight pussy for the
very first time.
I am certain the groan I released when she slid all the
way down and our groins met could have been heard over
the winds and through the steel walls of the dome and
Cat. It must have felt very good for her too because
she let out an almost animal growl and started riding
me as hard as she could. Her humping increased in speed
when I reached up and grabbed one of her wonderful
breasts in each hand and began massaging her nipples.
Now I wish I could say that she rode me for hours
before I released what seemed like years of sperm into
her body, but I can't. I doubt I lasted more than ten
minutes before I felt my balls tightening up and before
I could even blurt out a warning, I was spewing what
felt like gallons of cum inside of her. (Of course, the
average male only ejaculates about a tenth of a
teaspoon of sperm during orgasm, but I am sure that you
can understand that my scientific objectivity had gone
even further south than we currently were.)
Even with my limited experience with sex, I could tell
that she had not cum yet and was about to apologize
when she dismounted and crawled between my legs. The
next thing I knew, I was getting my very first blowjob.
She slowly began to lick up and down my shaft, cleaning
it of all of our combined fluids. Next, she moved even
further down and cleaned off my balls, lovingly taking
each one into her mouth and cleaning it slowly. This
whole time, she is looking up at me with those blue
eyes to see my reactions.
I am sure that she saw a lot because I was twisting and
groaning while trying to watch everything that she did.
She reached up and took one of my hands to place on her
head. I understood what she wanted and began gently
moving her head up and down as she swallowed my entire
shaft. From the grunts and happy moans that she was
making, I was certain that she was enjoying this almost
as much as I was.
Just when I seemed like I was going to explode, she
stopped what she was doing and straddled me once again.
God, if I had thought that she was hot and wet before,
the heat I experienced when I reentered her was
indescribable. I had felt certain that I was about to
explode when she was sucking me, but the moment I
entered her again, the impending need to come seemed to
fade. I was still rock hard and my balls were
definitely full, but I felt much more in control. I am
happy to say that we fucked for at least a half hour
with her achieving multiple screaming orgasms before I
finally felt my balls tighten up again. This time, I
didn't even think about warning her.
My hands came up to grab her hips, pulling down as hard
as I could while I shoved up with all my might. We both
groaned loud enough to drown out the howling winds
outside as I spewed inside her. When we both had
finally recovered from the amazing experience, she
kissed me fiercely and whispered, "Maybe next time we
can do it in my bunk. It's a lot more comfortable."
With that, she got up and got dressed. She smiled at
me, and then left me lying on the floor of the Cat with
a contented grin on my face. I was convinced that
nothing would ever top what I had just experienced.
Well, it turned out I was wrong.
Chapter Two: Curiouser and Curiouser
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After two weeks, Asburg was comfortable enough with our
findings to reveal them to the research team that was
serving as our host. We all gathered in the communal
dining room where I had set up the A/V equipment. The
air of excitement was almost palatable. Our hosts were
excited because they were about to find out what we had
discovered and we were excited to finally have a chance
to reveal the anthropological discovery of any
millennia.
"When Galileo first observed the heavens, his
discoveries changed the world forever. When the
Manhattan Project first successfully split the atom,
our boundaries of understanding were expanded a
thousand fold. What we have discovered, with your help,
is on par with those discoveries."
He paused and used the remote for the DVD player to
call up an image of the humanoids encased in ice. "When
we first began our observations, we believed that the
creatures were either Homo Neanderthal or perhaps an
early version of Cro-Magnon since both of these species
of early man were very well traveled."
The image was replaced with a series of x-rays and
ultra-sound images. "We have since discovered that
neither of these assumptions was true. By cross
referencing these images with known fossil remains, we
have discovered that these creatures are actually
Australopithecus."
The excited murmurs from some of our hosts indicated
that at least a few of them had some grounding in the
history of early man. Asburg nodded and continued. "As
you may know, Australopithecus is one of the earliest
species of true humanoids ever discovered. They evolved
somewhere between three to four million years ago in
Africa and thrived for over a million years."
April, my lover of the past two weeks, raised her hand.
"Doctor Asburg, what would a species that evolved so
long ago be doing in this region? I mean, even given
the fact that the climate may have been much warmer,
why would they leave Africa and make such a long trek?
How would they have done it?"
"Probably over some sort of land bridge that existed at
the time, just as early man is believed to have come to
the United States via a land bridge. As for why, we are
not sure at this point. Our best guess is some sort of
natural disaster forced them from their natural home.
Perhaps some sort of drought, disease, or even
confrontation with later species of man could have
caused it. We may know more once I get the specimens
that we unearthed back to the university. For the next
part of the discussion, I will turn the floor over to
my colleague, Doctor Silverstein." (Oh, in case I
hadn't mentioned it earlier, that's me, Aaron
Silverstein.)
I got up and smiled at everyone just like we were at
one of my lectures at the university. "Biologically
speaking, these humanoids are astounding. Of course, we
have no records of what Australopithecus was actually
like except for very fragmented skeletons. It had
always been assumed, because of their very small skulls
that they were simple creatures. Evolutionary speaking,
they were believed to be only a couple of rungs up from
animals."
I called up an image of an ultra sound of the largest
specimen's skull. "As you can see, the brains of these
people were drastically different from anything we
could have ever imagined. Even though it is smaller
than a modern man's brain, it is much more convoluted
and complex. We had believed that these early men had
no pre-frontal lobes and thus would have been unable to
process complex and abstract thoughts. It was the
development of pre-frontal lobes in later species that
would ultimately give Homo sapiens the edge they needed
to essentially conquer the world. It is my belief that
these structures located on the four 'corners' of the
brain may well have served the same purpose as pre-
frontal lobes do for us."
Charles Langdon, the leader of the expedition spoke up.
"Are you trying to tell us that these creatures may
have been as intelligent as we are?"
I shook my head. "No, no where near it. Their brains
were still very small compared to ours, but they would
have been much more intelligent than originally
believed and much more complicated then we have ever
dreamed. If Australopithecus had not died out, it may
have well become the dominant life form on the planet
instead of us." I let this sink in before continuing.
"Even more amazing is their bodies. We were amazed to
discover that all of the individuals were male. The
three we unearthed were all closely related indicating
probably that they were a father and sons. The ones
remaining in the ice seem to be male as well, but we
won't be absolutely sure until they are uncovered. We
were also able to determine that the largest was only
thirteen years old."
Langdon nodded. "But isn't it pretty certain that early
man aged much quicker than modern man?"
I shook my head. "More recent research indicates that
early man, at least the more modern forms such as
Neanderthal actually lived much longer than originally
thought and probably aged at a rate comparable to
modern man. This was one of their downfalls because of
their low birthrates. The creatures had to have aged,
at least to adulthood, at an incredibly rapid rate.
This would have given them a major advantage over later
life forms if they had survived."
April grinned at me. "Well, I guess it's lucky for us
that they got caught in a flash freeze. I kind of like
being the dominant species."
Everyone laughed and I let it go on for a second before
switching to an image of the smaller specimen. "The
last significant discovery that we have for now is
this. The youngest specimen is approximately seven
years old." I let the image zoom in on the creature's
genital area making everyone gasp. I understood that
reaction. It wasn't every day you saw a seven year old
with a thirteen-inch penis and balls that looked like
they belonged on a bull.
"As near as I can determine, the boys mature sexually
at an amazing rate. It is entirely possible that they
can successfully impregnate a female almost from birth.
This combined with their accelerated growth rate make
this life form an incredible evolutionary attempt."
A few days later, Asburg announced that he was going to
fly back to the university with the three specimens we
had been working on. We had already made arrangements
for more detailed tests to be done and some experts
that Asburg felt he could trust to help with the
studies. I was to remain behind with the assistants to
finish removing the other specimens from the ice and
preparing them for transportation. So Asburg packed him
and the specimens onto the old airplane and flew off.
It was only about twelve hours later that we were hit
with one of the worst storm in Antarctica's history.
The domes were buffeted by winds of over sixty miles an
hour and the temperature dropped to -75 degrees. We
were forced to bring everything in from the Cat because
the vehicle was in the very real danger of being blown
about and dashed into a million pieces.
After that, it was simply a matter of waiting out the
storm. We weren't too worried because the domes had
been designed for such weather and we had plenty of
supplies. I set up our lab in one of the storerooms and
kept working. The others were also working, but they
could literally work anywhere there was a tabletop
since they were simply studying the visual records that
we had already made of the creatures.
About three days into the storm, I was studying cell
samples and blood samples from the specimens and made
an amazing discovery. Almost by accident, I ran a test
to determine any hormonal imbalances in the blood. I
was shocked to discover that every single sample from
every single specimen had the exact same chemical make
up as a pregnant female.
I ran the test again several times to make sure of my
findings and every single one of them came back the
same. Every one of the apparently male specimens had
been pregnant! Once I made this seemingly impossible
realization, I went back and studied all of the x-rays
and ultra-sounds we had made. They had not been made
with the intent of determining pregnancy, but the ones
that had been made of the chest, stomach and groin area
did show several anomalies that we had not noticed the
first time around. What I had assumed were distortions
caused by the ice and the relatively cheap machines we
were forced to use could very well be fetuses. These
males had indeed been pregnant.
This prompted me to study the images even more
intently. I noticed even more anomalies now that I was
actually looking for them. It wasn't clear, but there
did appear to an additional structure in the specimen's
anal passage. It looked like there was a secondary
passage attached to the anal course. Added to this was
there seemed to be a sort of flap or trapdoor directly
in between the connecting area. I didn't see anything
that might be analogous to ovaries, but the images
might not have been able to pick something so small or
delicate. All of my observations seemed to indicate
that these early men were fully functional
hermaphrodites.
I revealed my discovery to April during our next love
making session. She had been particularly energetic and
I had needed something to slow her down enough for me
to catch my breath. She gave me a look that was, at
best, skeptical. "Are you insane? What are the odds of
such a mutation cropping up? Even more importantly,
what are the odds of it breeding true?"
I reached out and toyed with one her nipples, making
her shiver. "First of all, I am not comfortable calling
it a mutation. There are far too many variables that
came out just right in these people. If you were
talking about random mutation, you would be talking
about dozens or more random mutations occurring at once
to create them."
She giggled and gave me a mock serious look. "So what
are you saying? Are you implying some superior force at
work?"
One of the few things I had against April was the fact
that she was an atheist. Being very religious and the
proud recipient of a classical rabbinical education, I
firmly believed in the existence of God and could see
his hands in pretty much everything that I studied, but
to placate the woman that I was coming to care for a
great deal I simply shrugged. "Even the hardest nosed
scientist has to admit, even if only to himself, that
the universe and everything in it is just a little to
orderly to have just happened. Everything from cellular
division to planetary formation happens with almost
clockwork precision. Everything happens exactly the way
it has for billions of years. Call it God or call it
celestial mechanics, everything happens for a reason."
"So what do you think the reason was for these proto-
humans to evolve this way?"
"That's easy. Survival is the most common trait shared
by all creatures. These people evolved or were given
these traits to give them a chance to survive. I mean,
think about it. Early maturation combined with allowing
every single member of the clan to produce offspring
gave them an incredible edge over other forms of early
man."
I had regained my energy and my erection so I moved a
little closer and slid back inside of her. She moaned
in response and wrapped her arms around me. "If these
early men had survived, they could easily have
conquered the world."
I rolled on top of her and pulled her legs up so that
they were pressed against my chest and began thrusting
into her harder and harder. During our many sessions, I
had gained some degree of skill and a lot more stamina
and I fucked her for nearly half an hour before I
erupted inside of her. She came with me and we both
collapsed onto the bed.
"Well, I'm just glad that they didn't because I really
like being who and what I am." She paused and a very
serious look appeared on her face. "Aaron, I know that
we started this as something fun and never intended
anything to come out of it, but I think that something
special is happening here."
I nodded and beeped her nose. "So how do you feel about
converting to Judaism? I am pretty sure that I can get
my folks to overlook the fact that you are the wrong
race if you join the right side."
She chuckled and then turned serious again. "Aaron, I'm
late."
Now every man alive knows what that means and every man
has probably imagined how he would react when he heard
it. My reaction was of pure stunned ecstasy. Whereas
April and I were not in love, there was definitely
something there and I had no trouble imagining us
making many babies together. "Well, you know what this
means, don't you?" At here puzzled look, I smiled. "You
got us pregnant, so now you are going to have to do the
honorable thing and marry me."
The next morning I was practically floating on air.
Somehow, during the brief time since her telling me
that she was pregnant and breakfast, the entire station
had somehow found out the truth. If you think the two
of us had been the subject of jokes and good-natured
ribbing when we were just having sex, then you can
imagine how bad it was now.
We came into the communal dining room and it was
"decorated" for some sort of party. Rolls of toilet
paper were draped from the light fixtures and hand made
signs hung from the wall with badly drawn pictures of
pregnant women and storks. We were greeted with
applause, which we took good-naturedly. The site cook
brought a massive flapjack with congratulations written
on it in syrup. Copious amounts of homemade alcohol
also flowed so when I finally took my leave and
returned to the lab, I was more than a little tipsy.
Before I had set out to frolic with April, I had set a
series of blood samples in a special emulsion that was
designed to separate any gender specific hormones. My
idea was to see if these amazing creatures had the
specific hormones of each gender or if some brand new
types of hormones were present in what was essentially
a whole new (old) species of creature. I had taken just
a little longer than I had intended with April due to
our conversation about marriage and babies and found
that the blood samples had sat too long in the emulsion
and had become completely unusable.
I decided to chunk the lot of samples and try again
later. Now trying to safely dispose of biological
samples when you are intoxicated is not the wisest of
things and I knew this. However, these were simply
blood samples that had already been tested for any
dangerous pathogens, so I wasn't too concerned. I had
taken all but the last of the Petrie dishes and placed
them in the sterilizer when the accident happened.
I stumbled carrying the last dish and fell. The hand
with the dish hit the floor and the dish shattered into
hundreds of pieces. Several razor sharp chunks embedded
themselves in my palm and my blood mixed with the blood
of the specimens. Now had I been completely sober, I
would have taken some precautions. Any contamination by
a foreign object is supposed to be immediately reported
to the medical team and notations made in the logs.
As drunk as I was, I simply cleaned up the mess, wiped
off my hand and wrapped a bandage around it. I do
vaguely recall making a mental note to see the nurse
the next day, but mostly I remember wanting to go to
bed because my head was spinning something horrible. So
I wandered off to bed to sleep off one of the few
drunks I have ever had.
Now have you ever heard the old saw about how the
greatest of events starts with the simplest of actions?
It is entirely possible that, had I gone to the nurse
and gotten a simple broad spectrum antibiotic, none of
the events that followed would have occurred. As it
was, by the time I had stripped off my clothes and
tumbled into my cot after brushing my teeth, it was
already too late to have changed to the course of
things to come. Deep inside of my body, cells that
hadn't existed on this planet for millions of years
were already at work and nothing on earth was going to
stop them.
Chapter Three: Awakening
------------------------
I woke up the next afternoon feeling better than I had
felt in years. During my early years, I had operated,
ever so briefly, under the mistaken idea that I wanted
to play ice hockey. My first game had cured me of that
idea and left me with a dislocated kneecap. It had
healed properly, but I had been left with a nagging
pain that became even more pronounced in bad weather.
So needless to say, during my time in at the bottom of
the world, I had been in a bit of pain. Since the storm
had started raging outside, it had become even worse. I
literally leaped out of bed with not a single ache. I
felt incredible! Even my hand, which had been throbbing
like hell the night before, felt better. When I
unwrapped the makeshift bandage that I had put on it, I
was amazed to see that it was almost completely healed.
I suppose this should have sounded warning bells, but
my memories of the actual injury were fuzzy at best, so
I just assumed I had imagined the injury to be much
worse than it actually was. So after giving a very
sleepy April a good morning kiss and grabbing some
clean clothes, I headed for the communal showers to get
cleaned up. When I got there, I could hear water
running so I tossed my towel and shaving kit on the
counter, stripped out of my thermals and stepped around
the divider.
Barry was there and obviously just started his own
shower because he was busy soaping up his body and
didn't even notice me enter. Despite the fact that I
had never had a homosexual thought in my entire life, I
felt strangely intrigued by his actions. You know how
most psychologists say that every one harbors some
thoughts about doing it with the same sex some time in
their lives? Well, I never had single one. Even though
I remained a virgin until this trip, I had always been
one hundred percent heterosexual. So this is said, why
was I suddenly staring at Barry like he was suddenly
playmate of the month?
As I stated at the beginning of this little story,
Barry looks like someone you would see on a football
field or a box of Wheaties. He was tall and had muscles
everywhere. He was completely hairless and I wondered
for a second if he shaved. I felt my gaze travel down
his back and rest on his well-formed buttocks. I was
fascinated by the way the water was trickling down
between the cheeks and rolling off the very large ball
sack that I could see dangling there.
Despite the sexual calisthenics of the night before, I
felt myself getting a raging hard-on. Ordinarily, I
would have been very embarrassed by this but now I felt
perfectly relaxed with it and simply walked over to the
showerhead next to Barry and started washing off. "Hey
Doc, What's up?"
Barry seemed a little startled at my appearance and a
quick glance downwards told me why. I also found my
erection getting even harder at what I saw. Barry's
very large cock was as hard as mine, and bright red in
the way that only a cock that had been played with
could be. Barry had obviously been masturbating when I
had come up. This information only seemed to fuel my
arousal.
"Not much, Barry. I was thinking about giving the
ultra-sounds and X-rays another look today. I think
there may some things that we missed the first go
around." I wanted to see if any more details about what
I had discovered could be seen, but I didn't want to
reveal what I had discovered just yet. I had finished
the rinse off and was starting to soap down as I was
talking so I didn't notice the odd expression appear on
Barry's face and the way that he seemed to be
unconsciously sniffing the air as we talked. I did
notice out of the corner of my eye that he had reached
down and was lightly stroking his cock.
"Coolness, do you need any help with that?" He may have
meant the pictures, but I was suddenly aware of how he
was staring at my cock. Instead of being bothered by
this like I should have been, I just shrugged and began
soaping my own package. I also noticed how he had edged
closer to me so that we were practically touching. Even
over the running water and the steam, I was starting to
notice a strong odor in the air. It wasn't an
unpleasant smell, kind of like a strong animal musk. I
was startled to realize that it was coming from me. I
was even more startled when Barry reached out and
wrapped his fingers around my cock.
Any objections I might have had were quelled by the
incredible jolt of pleasure that ripped through my body
when he did that. My cock seemed a thousand times more
sensitive than it had just the night before. It seemed
like it was wired directly into the pleasure centers of
my brain. Instead of complaining, I just groaned and
leaned forward against the wall as he stroked. Even
through all of this, I kept studying his face as looks
of confusion and pure lust warred on his face. He was
panting and breathing deeply like he was trying to fill
his lungs with the musky smell that was even stronger.
Suddenly it was like I was working on pure instinct. I
whirled around and grabbed Barry with both hands. He
seemed startled, but didn't stop fisting my shaft. I
applied pressure to his shoulders ever so slightly and
he willingly dropped to his knees. He looked up at me
with a questioning look then seemed to understand what
I wanted. He leaned in and took the head of my cock
into his mouth and began to suck. Now even in my
limited experience, it was obvious that he had never
done this before. Instead of giving me a blowjob like
April would have given, he simply kept the head in his
mouth and sucked. Still, it felt wonderful and from the
look on his face, Barry was definitely enjoying the
feel and taste of it being in his mouth.
I let him do this for a couple of minutes and then I
did the same thing that I had done with April during
our first fuck. I released his shoulders and grabbed
his head with both hands. With April I had been gentle
and careful, making sure that she was willing, but I
simply pulled Barry's head forward roughly and shoved
my hips forward as hard as I could. Barry gulped and
struggled for a brief second then relaxed completely. I
groaned loud and long as I felt my cock slide
completely into his mouth.
That was all it took to drive me over the edge. I felt
my balls tighten and cum spewed out of me and into
Barry's mouth. I was more than slightly surprised to
hear him gulping eagerly, like it was the finest nectar
ever made. Like April had done many times before, after
I was finished cumming, he pulled slowly out and licked
every single inch clean as it came out.
Now you would think after such an intense orgasm that I
would have felt at least a little satiated, but I was
feeling even hornier that I had when we started. Barry
seemed even more dazed and confused than he had been
before, but my mind seemed to be functioning in crystal
clarity. With more strength than I thought I possessed,
I grabbed his shoulders again and pulled him to his
feet. He actually managed to grunt slightly as I spun
him around and pressed him into the wall.
Water still poured over us as I shoved down with one
hand making his butt stick out and up slightly. My
other hand was already wrapped around my aching cock.
Barry looked back over his shoulder and looked like he
might want to object, but couldn't because of his loud
panting.
I ignored the look and simply shoved the tip of my cock
into his asshole. The tightness and the heat of it were
incredible. Fucking April was a warm, slippery
sensation. Barry's ass was slick enough, thanks to soap
and water, but it was much tighter and hotter than her
pussy and God, it felt incredible! Without even
thinking about it, I snapped my hips forward and buried
the entire length of my cock inside of his bowels. Our
groans blended together as my balls slapped against his
ass.
The smell of musk was practically overpowering now as I
began to stroke in and out of his tight hole. Barry was
groaning continuously and kept bending lower and lower
to give me better access to his ass. He was grinding
back against me just as hard as I was fucking into him.
There was no real finesse to it, just primal rutting
with flesh pounding against flesh. I was rapidly
reaching the point of no return and wanted Barry to cum
with me so I reached down underneath us and grabbed
hold of his cock. The hot, slippery flesh felt really
good in my hand and I started stroking it in the same
rhythm as I was fucking him.
Suddenly, I jammed my cock into him as hard as I could
and stroked his cock as fast as I could. We both came
at exactly the same second. As I filled his bowels with
cum, he spewed his load all over the wall. He went
completely limp and would have fallen if I had not kept
holding his hips. I felt this incredible need to stay
connected to him as long as possible and stayed in that
position until my cock had gone completely limp and
slipped out of his asshole. When it did, I was
astounded at the amount of sperm that started oozing
out of the hole. Much more than there should have been.
After about a minute, Barry struggled to his feet. The
musk was slowly starting to fade from the air and my
senses seemed to be returning. So were his apparently,
because he turned bright red and quickly left the room.
I understood how he felt. Now that the heat of the
moment was over with, I was puzzled over exactly what
had happened and why. I definitely didn't feel like
trying to hold a conversation with the man that I had
just fucked the shit out of. With a dozen questions
still on my mind, I finished washing up and headed
towards my tiny lab.
By the time I reached the over sized closet that I
called a lab, I was thinking much clearer. The
adrenaline and endorphins were slowly fading from my
system and my clinical mind was starting to work on
exactly what had happened and why. I sat down and
called up all the information that I currently had and
pondered it.
Admittedly, my resources were limited, but I could find
nothing that could have possibly caused what had
happened. All of the old science fiction movies I had
ever seen about alien viruses taking over humans
flashed through my head. I had eaten them up as a
child, loving how some strange virus or mutagen changed
people into aliens or horrible monsters. A part of me,
that was still that kid, wondered if something similar
was happening now.
Now logically speaking, I knew that this was
impossible. Viruses need living hosts to survive and
thrive. Human tissue crystallizes when frozen,
destroying it. This is why we have never managed to
successfully freeze any living creature and resurrect
them. Even if some strange viruses had existed 3
million years ago, they would have all been destroyed
when the specimens had been frozen.
Scientifically speaking, this wasn't a hundred percent
certainty, but it was close enough that I put it aside
as a possibility, at least for the moment. Having
eliminated that for the moment, I brought up my notes
on the laptop and studied them. The only real
differences in the bodies from modern man besides the
obvious physical differences were a series of hormones
that had no parallel in modern man's biology. I didn't
have an exact number, but there were at least a half
dozen that I couldn't identify.
Logically speaking, if I had somehow become "infected"
by these hormones, then they would also exist in my
blood. So I took a sample and examined it under the
microscope. What I found was not very encouraging. Not
only were the hormones present and in incredibly large
amounts, but I could see that my white blood cell count
was way too high. This told me that my body was
fighting some sort of infection and was probably losing
the battle from the number of white blood cells.
Somehow I had become infected with something very
powerful. Now as I pointed out in the beginning of this
little story I am a certified genius. I am fucking
brilliant; that said I realized that my mind was
working even faster and sharper than it had ever had in
the past. Out of the blue, I came up with several more
tests that I could run using what I had at hand. I
cannibalized the centrifuge and one of our portable
chemical analyzers and strung together a gadget that
would have made any mad scientist proud. When I was
done, I had my very own home made genetic analyzer. By
wiring it into my laptop, I was able to make a detailed
scan of my DNA and chemical make up.
I found that, somehow, I had acquired an additional sex
chromosome. As even the most basic layman knows, there
are two sexual chromosomes X and Y. The way they
combine determines whether or not you are a little boy
or little girl when you are born. XX and you become a
little girl. XY and you become a little boy.
Sometimes you get doubling effects such as XXX, XXY,
and XYY, but these are very rare and exceedingly not
healthy for the lucky recipient. Besides my proper XY
combination, I was suddenly the proud possessor of
another one attached to the beginning. Call it an E
chromosome with the E standing for Enigma. I had no
idea what this chromosome did but I suspected that
somehow, despite all of the impossibilities, I had
acquired it when I had cut my hand on the contaminated
glass. My body was obviously reacting to these changes
as if I had some sort of illness, hence the elevated
cell count.
Now I was faced with a dilemma of epic proportions. I
was being affected by some unknown agents with no real
way of determining exactly what was happening to me or
what the final outcome would be. In an ordinary
situation, my first action would have been to warn
everyone and then contact the CDC in Atlanta.
Unfortunately, these were not ordinary circumstances.
We were a very long way from the CDC or any sort of
help. With the storm raging outside, we were
effectively cut off from the outside world and I had
been told by the base weather tech when the storm
started that these storms could last for weeks or even
months. So I was on my own. Of course, even if I had
managed to contact the CDC, all they would have done
would be to put the base under quarantine until they
could figure out what had happened.
The base was already basically quarantined since we
couldn't leave without serious risk to our lives and
the world's greatest (see only) expert on these
hormones and such was right here on the base. So I made
the decision to keep quiet about the situation until I
could learn more. If the storm cleared before I had
discovered anything helpful then I would tell everyone
what was going on. Until then, I decided it was better
to keep quiet than to create a panic.
Now this may seem pretty darned irresponsible of me,
but it made logical sense to keep this under wraps. If
there was a danger, there was nothing we could do about
it until the storm passed. I did decide to tell Langdon
about what I had discovered so he could be prepared to
move the moment that there was a chance. If he made the
decision to tell everyone else, then I would go along
with his decision. So I sealed up my lab and started
looking for the man.
I found him locked up in a small room with one of the
research station's team standing outside holding a very
nasty looking revolver. "What's going on?" I remembered
that the guy's name was Vargas; that he was an expert
in climatology, 28 Hispanic. I had met him during the
welcome party they had thrown us. What I didn't
remember was just how sexy he was. He was about 5'11"
and slender with dark brown eyes and thick curly black
hair.
Almost against my will, I felt myself getting aroused
again. I fought to resist the feelings and peered at
Langdon through the door's tiny window. He was a mess
with a nasty looking cut over one eye and a badly
swollen face.
Vargas looked reluctant to talk about it and seemed
about to tell me to mind my own business when I noticed
his nostrils flaring. That made me notice that the
musky smell I had noticed earlier was back. It wasn't
nearly as strong, but it was definitely there. He
blinked and then stared at me like he was noticing me
for the first time. "Sorry, Doctor Silverstein but what
did you say?"
I moved a little closer so that I was almost crowding
him into a corner. I somehow sensed that he wouldn't
make a move against me. The smell was getting stronger
as I looked him right in the eye. "I just asked what
happened. Why is Doctor Langdon locked up and look like
he had the crap beat out of him?"
Vargas was breathing heavier as he spoke. "About two
hours ago, Doctor Langdon tried to sexually assault Ms.
Chen in the dining area. He was practically incoherent
but tackled her and was attempting to rip her clothes
off. Mr. Waters tackled him and managed to keep him on
the floor until I got there. We had to get pretty rough
because he was completely out of control."
For a second, I grinned imagining tiny Paul grappling
with Langdon who was a very large and obviously strong
man then I frowned because I realized that the assault
had occurred at the exact same time I was fucking the
crap out of Barry. I had noticed that the musky smell
had been in the air outside of the shower room, but
hadn't given it any thought at the time.
I realized that any scent that could inspire two
normally heterosexual men into a rutting frenzy would
have an affect on anyone else that inhaled it. The
commissary was the closest room to the showers and thus
the concentration of the musk would have been second
greatest there. I counted myself lucky that it had been
relatively empty and that somehow Paul had managed to
keep his wits even though he had to have been affected
by the musk too. I wasn't sure why he had been
unaffected or why Angela had been unwilling to engage
in intercourse with Langdon. There were mysteries here
and I had no answers. I thanked Vargas and left him
with a confused look on his face and an erection in his
pants.
Chapter Four: Girls' Time
-------------------------
Now since I wasn't there for the next part of this
story, I am going to hand the story telling over to my
primary mate and let her tell what happened between her
and Angela Chen. I didn't find out about any of it
until I came back to April's room to talk to her about
what had happed with Langdon. I would later find out
that she already knew, having found out about the event
from a first hand source. So without further ado,
here's April.
Girls' Time
Now I'm no genius like my lover and I am not the
greatest public speaker or writer, but I like to think
that I can toss bull with the best of them so here
goes. As Aaron has already pointed out, my name is
April and I am geologist working with the US Geological
Institute studying how climatologically changes effect
land formations. If it's of any real interest, I was
born and raised in Brooklyn, New York and attended
Eastern State University. I have served in a lot of
different climates ranging from desert conditions to my
current assignment. Put simply, I am one tough bitch.
Of course, being tough didn't keep me from falling for
and getting pregnant by a Jewish nerd.
When my story starts, I was blissfully unaware of what
Aaron had discovered. I was still in my bunk,
recovering from some very wonderful love making when
someone pounded on my door. I quickly tossed on my robe
and opened the door. I was shocked to see Paul standing
outside looking like he had gone ten rounds with Mighty
Joe Young with Angela leaning on his shoulder. She
didn't look nearly as bad, but she did look terrified.
When he told me what Langdon had tried to pull, I was
shocked. I had served with Langdon for almost two years
and had found him to be a logical and caring man. I
couldn't imagine him ever trying to rape someone. Paul
asked me to keep an eye on his colleague while they
could figure out what to do with Langdon.
Of course I agreed to help in any way that I could.
After Paul left, I led Angela over to my bed and went
to get a cool washcloth. When I got back, she had
stripped off her shirt and was sitting there in only
her pants and sports bra. No as Aaron mentioned
earlier, Angela is built like the proverbial shit
house. I'm no slouch in the looks department, but
Angela could have been a model. Despite the situation,
I felt my pussy getting a little damp. Now this didn't
surprise me since I have been happily bi-sexual since I
was thirteen and Angela was a total hottie.
I put these feelings aside because the last thing I
wanted to do was try to come onto a rape victim. I
knelt on the floor in front of her and softly began
washing the dirt off her face and arms. She quietly sat
there and let me clean her like she was a child. She
even raised her arms and let me wash her sides where
she had rolled around in something during her
struggles. I noticed that some of the grime and goop
had managed to seep between her breasts and gently slid
the rag in between them to clean it out. When I did
this, Angela took a deep breath and shivered slightly.
I also noticed that her nipples were become hard. She
seemed to be relaxing and started talking.
"It was the damnedest thing. We were all sitting around
in the dining area talking about the find, the storm
and basically anything we could think of just to pass
the time. Somehow the conversation got turned around to
sex and I guess I can understand why because I was
starting to get a little aroused. Paul asked me if I
had a boyfriend back home. I told him that I didn't
have anyone at all. That's when Langdon started coming
on to me."
I nodded and kept passing the cloth over her flesh
since she seemed to find it comforting. I also
understood what she meant about feeling aroused. I was
getting hornier and hornier the longer she talked.
"What happened exactly?"
Angela shuddered again and seemed to unconsciously
reach up and slip the straps of her bra off her
shoulder. Her breasts were more than firm enough to
keep the bra up even with the straps off. I took this a
sign that she wanted me to go further. I wasn't exactly
sure why this description of a rape scene was turning
us both on, but I couldn't seem to resist pushing the
envelope.
"Langdon grabbed hold of my shoulders and tried to pin
me to the table all the time muttering about how all I
needed was 'a good man to show me what I was missing.'
I tried fighting him, but he seemed inhumanly strong.
If it wasn't for Paul jumping him and pounding his head
with a metal plate, he might have actually raped me."
She paused and a far away look came to her eyes. "Hell,
it wouldn't be the first time."
This made me slow down in my cleaning. "Someone raped
you?" Angela nodded and tears welled up in her eyes.
"My father raped me continuously from the time I was
six until he was arrested when I was 14 for raping a
nine year old boy in our neighborhood. I spent four
years in therapy trying to get over what my father had
done to me. I eventually learned to live with what had
happened, but I never was able to feel any sort of
sexual attraction."
I didn't know about before, but Angela was definitely
feeling arousal now. She was breathing heavily and her
nipples were practically ripping through her bra. She
was crying freely now, but she was leaning forward as
if she was begging me to touch her more. I decided to
go with the signals and dropped the cloth. I kept a
very close look on her face looking for any objections
and slowly lowered her bra. My breath caught in my
chest when her boobs were revealed. They were as
magnificent as the rest of her with dark skin and
areola the size of saucers with very large nipples.
"Until now?"
She looked me in the eyes and nodded slowly. I reached
up with both hands and cupped her breasts carefully
placing her nipples in the center of my palms. She
groaned loudly, startling both of us before leaning
down to kiss me on the lips. I shuddered as she pressed
her bee sting lips to mine and happily welcomed her
tongue when she pressed it between my lips. I felt her
sliding my robe off and I moaned into her lips. We
spent several minutes kissing and fondling each other's
breasts before she broke the kiss and leaned back.
"I've never even imagined doing anything like this
before," she said with a shy smile.
I began gently twisting her nipples making her shiver
again and again. "We can stop if you want to. This
could be some sort of weird reaction to the assault."
She reached down and covered my hands with her own.
"April, I have dreamed of feeling like this for fifteen
years. I don't care why I am feeling this way; I just
want to keep feeling it."
I smiled and nodded. We both stood up and finished
getting undressed. I was already soaked, but when I saw
her ass uncovered, I almost wet the floor. She was
literally perfect and I wanted her more than anything.
Now you are probably wondering how I could be feeling
this way after just figuring out that I was in love
with Aaron. I should have at least been having some
reservations about all of this, but all I was really
feeling an intense need to fuck the shit out of this
incredibly sexy woman. I pulled her into my arms and
kissed her again. She kissed me back and wrapped her
arms around my waist with her hands cupping my ass
cheeks. I reached up and began fondling her breasts
again.
When we broke the kiss again, she smiled then stopped.
She sniffed the air with a puzzled look on her face.
"There's that smell again. I smelled it all the time we
were fighting with Langdon."
I stopped and smelled the air. There was a kind of
smell in the air. It kind of reminded me of some of the
scents that I used to smell when I went to the zoo with
my parents. It was a strong, musky smell, but was
actually kind of pleasant. "It is probably from the air
circulation system. We are always having problems with
that thing. It always needs servicing or repairing."
She looked like she was about to say something, but I
shushed her with my lips and duck walked us both back
to the bunk.
She sensed that the time for talking was over with
because she meekly allowed me to lie her down and climb
on top of her. I licked her chin and then slid down so
that those magnificent nipples were at eye level. Her
areola had turned a deep, rich chocolate brown and was
all crinkled and I swear that her nipples were at least
a half an inch long. I eagerly took one into my mouth
and started sucking it. Angela practically ripped my
hair out when she wrapped her fingers in it and had her
very first orgasm.
"Oh, oh, oh! Oh god!" were music to my ears as she
thrashed about on the bed. I knew better than to let
the momentum go, so I released her nipple and moved
even further down her wonderful body. I spent several
seconds licking her outie belly button making her
giggle and squirm before sliding between her legs.
She had a wonderful little bush that was thicker near
the top, but faded out the further down you went. You
could tell that she never shaved, but that nature had
given her a perfect bikini cut. I couldn't resist
kissing her directly on her mound. "Ohh, April that
feels so good!" She shoved her hips up to meet my lips
and I happily licked her soaking wet slit.
I was shocked when her clit sprang up from between her
lips. It was huge! As I licked it, it grew to nearly
two inches long and was very thick. It was almost like
licking a miniature cock. I even stopped licking it and
took it between my lips and sucked on it while licking
the tip. This set her off again and I practically
drowned in her juices as she came hard. The juices were
incredibly thick and very pungent.
I have never tasted or smelled anything like it before.
It was also delicious. I lapped it up like it was sweet
honey. She must have come at least a half dozen more
times before I got enough and stopped. Even then, I
kept licking her lips trying to clean them off. Of
course, the more I licked, the more she produced. I
finally gave up and rolled over onto my side to rest.
Angela propped herself up on one arm and looked at me
with a look of pure reverence. She leaned down and
kissed me, oblivious to the fact that her juices were
coating my face. "Thank you, April. I love you!"
Now this kind of rocked me because I could see in her
eyes that she meant it. Somehow, this girl had fallen
in love with me. The scary thing was that I was feeling
some very similar feelings. My head was swimming from
her taste and the scent we had noticed earlier seemed
to fill the entire room and me. I wanted to tell her
that it was just the orgasms and adrenaline talking,
but I couldn't seem to voice it. Then she reached down
and started sucking a nipple and any interest in
talking was lost. I laid back and let her have her way
with me.
Her touch was obviously inexperienced, but it felt
marvelous. She licked each nipple with love and nibbled
on them. I began breathing harder and harder as she
stopped kissing my nipples and slid downwards. She
mocked my actions by giving my tummy a raspberry. I
laughed out loud and shoved her head down to get her to
stop tickling me. She took this as a signal and buried
her face in my slit. She attacked me like she was
starving to death. Her tongue shoved itself between my
lips and screwed its way into my hole.
I came so hard that I saw stars and comets.
By the time I had come down from that, she was licking
up and down my lips making me twitch even more. She
licked up to the top and sucked hard just like I had
done. I felt the most intense feelings that I had ever
felt before and felt an odd movement. "Oh, it's so
pretty!"
I was about to ask what she was talking about when I
felt her hot lips wrap around something and begin to
pump up and down. I am pretty sure that they could hear
my groans back at McMurdo, but I didn't give a damn. I
grabbed her head and held it as she bobbed up and down.
I could feel something monumental building inside of
me, and nothing was going to stop me from having it.
I lost control completely when one of fingers slipped
inside of my pussy. I jammed my hips upwards and shoved
her head down as I erupted in the biggest climax of my
life. I shook and groaned for several seconds before
collapsing back onto the bed. When I had finally
recovered from the experience, Angela was curled up
beside me and snoring lightly with a soft smile on her
face.
I was amazed that she could fall asleep so quickly
after such an intense experience, but the relief of
years of sexual frustration in such a short time would
have probably worn anyone out. I pulled her close to me
and snuggled with her. I was drifting off to sleep
myself and saw no need to sleep alone. I did notice
that the odor was fading now as the ventilation system
cleared the room. I vaguely remembered making a note to
talk to Vargas about the air system to try and figure
out what was causing the smell before drifting off to
sleep.
I woke up several hours later with Angela still in my
arms. I felt amazingly relaxed and well rested. I also
felt incredibly comfortable holding Angela in my arms.
There were definite sexual feelings there, but there
was also something else underlying it. It felt almost
like I had always imagined holding my child would feel.
I felt a weird maternal feeling towards her that really
made no sense, but I put it down to the moment.
I decided to get us both some food because I was
starved and I knew that Angela would be when she woke
up. I gently pulled my arms free and was about to get
up when I happened to look down at my crotch. What I
saw shocked the shit out of me. I had fallen asleep
with my legs slightly spread so I had a pretty clear
view and I saw a decent sized cock sticking out from
the top of my slit.
Yeah I said cock! Not an enlarged clit like Angela had,
but an honest to gosh cock. It wasn't very large, at
least not while it was soft, but it was nice and pink
with a dull red tip like a man's. I could even see a
small slit in the tip. Now I could see what had
surprised Angela when she had gone down on me.
Something really bizarre was going on here. I didn't
know what, but I had a hunch that whatever it was, it
was just beginning.
Chapter Five: Answers and Questions
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Okay, back to me now. When I left Vargas, I had more
questions than was probably healthy for someone to
have. I knew that the hormones and chromosome were
affecting me from our discoveries. Between what had
happened with Barry and what had happened with Langdon,
I had enough basic information to believe that everyone
else was somehow being affected too.
Now the question foremost in my mind was why was it
affecting people in different ways and why Paul didn't
seem to be affected at all. Although two samples wasn't
nearly enough to form a proper hypothesis, I could
postulate from what I had observed of myself and Barry,
the forces affecting us didn't seem to inspire any sort
of violent reactions.
Hell, if Barry was any indication, they might even
create a sense of docility in some subjects. So why did
Langdon suddenly feel the urge to commit assault and
battery? I had a very flakey roommate back in college
who enjoyed locking me out of our room, especially when
I had forgotten my keys so I had become pretty
proficient at breaking and entering.
The door to Langdon's room wasn't much of an obstacle
to my illicit talents so soon I was going through his
things, trying to figure out exactly what was going on.
I found nothing in his logs or on his computer. I was
just about to give up when I found several small
bottles similar to the kind you get prescriptions in
from pharmacies. There were no labels on them, but one
was still half full. I took it back to my lab and ran
several of them through my newly invented analyzer.
I found that our Doctor Langdon had been ingesting
Viagra. Now I am pretty sure everyone knows what Viagra
is. It is a drug designed to promote sexual potency in
older men and younger men suffering from issues such as
Erectile Dysfunction. Langdon apparently suffered from
something like this. Now this wasn't surprising, what
was surprising was the dosage in the pills.
Langdon had been taking pills with almost three times
the dosage most doctors recommend. Now it was starting
to make sense. Take a man running on sexual overdrive,
and then add in an unknown substance that seemed to
inspire a level of sexual arousal like few people had
ever seen. When I went through Langdon's room, I had
found a letter from Langdon's wife telling him how much
she was looking forward to his leave time.
Langdon had made plans to take two weeks leave and
visit his wife who was flying to McMurdo to see him. He
was scheduled to leave two days after the storm had
locked us in. I had a hunch that Langdon had been
taking the Viagra to get ready for his time with his
wife. When the storm hit and blocked his leaving, he
probably stopped taking the pills, but with the dosage
level he was ingesting there would have still been
plenty in his system when the entire ruckus started.
This meant once the pills got out of his system, he
should be fine and completely non-violent.
That solved, at least conditionally, one of my
mysteries. I still had no clue why Angela had resisted
if she was being affected. I figured I could get
answers once she had calmed down and April had a chance
to work on her. (No pun intended here. Remember that I
had no idea what was going on with the ladies.) So I
decided to check on Paul and see if I could find some
answers there. I found him in the dining area where all
the excitement had happened. He had an amazing variety
of foods and substances in front of him and was taking
deep breaths over each one of them with a delighted
smile on his face.
"Hey Paul, what are you doing?" I sat down beside him
as close as I could. He blinked and seemed to notice me
for the first time. "Hey, Aaron. I was just smelling
things. About twenty minutes ago, I started smelling
things and I was just trying to enjoy it as much as I
could before I woke up from this dream and things were
back to the way they were." He must have noticed the
confused look on my face because he continued.
"When I was three, I had a severe viral infection that
completely destroyed my sense of smell. All of my life
I have never smelled a scent from anything I ate drank
or encountered. Right after the fight with Langdon, I
started noticing things that I had never noticed
before. I walked by the coffee pot and realized that I
actually smelled the coffee perking. Since then, I have
been trying to smell all of the things that I have been
wondering about for sixteen years."
All of a sudden, the final piece of my puzzle just fell
into my lap. Paul suffered from Anosmia, which
prevented him from smelling. Which means if the musk
that I was producing was some sort of scent based
pheromone, then he would have been completely
unaffected by the odor. I thanked God for that, because
if he had been affected too then Angela would have most
probably been raped.
The news of Paul's affliction also told me something
else. I had noticed that I had been feeling better than
I had ever felt before and that my cut hand seemed to
have healed at an almost inhumane speed. The fact that
Paul's Anosmia seemed to have regenerated in a few
short hours told me that whatever was happening to all
of us was doing more than just turning us on.
Somehow, this was healing us and maybe even making us
better. The very thought excited, terrified, and turned
me on something fierce. I noticed then that Paul had
stopped sniffing the various substances in front of him
and was sniffing the air. The musk had returned with my
excitement and was filling the room just like it had in
the shower.
I decided that I should leave the room before something
happened like it had with Barry. My sex drive seemed to
be in overdrive, but I was still in control of my
impulses. I had just risen from the bench when the musk
scent in the air seemed to double. I looked up and saw
Barry moving over to the coffee machine. He was wearing
a USC tee shirt and a pair of sweats. From the tent in
his pants, I could tell that he was feeling as horny as
I was.
Unfortunately for Paul, he also seemed to be producing
the same kind of musk that I was. All my reasons for
leaving the room were washed away by the double dose of
the musk and poor Paul was in serious danger of
becoming my next conquest. I tried to find reasons for
stopping what I knew was coming, but they seemed to
flit away from me before I could lock onto them. In a
very real sense, I was becoming as much a "victim" as
everyone else. Barry plopped down on the other side of
Paul and swatted him on the back hard enough to rattle
his teeth. "Hey, Paulie! How's the hero of the day
doing?"
Paul blushed at the loud praise and squirmed away from
him. Of course, that made him slide closer to me. "I'm
not a hero, Barry. I just did what anyone else would
have done in the same place." I had to grin at his
modesty and even reached out to muss his hair like I
used to do with my nephews back home when they were
being a little too cute for their own good.
I noticed that he started breathing harder when I
touched him and he kind of shuddered a little when I
combed his hair with my fingers. Despite my fading
worries over what I was doing, I was struck with just
how cute Paul was. He seemed so shy and feminine. Heck,
he struck me as even more feminine in his actions than
April.
"Maybe Paul, but I doubt that many people would have
jumped someone twice their size like you did. You
probably saved Angela from a bad scene and saved
Langdon from ruining his life. I think that deserves a
pretty hefty reward, don't you think so Barry?"
It was almost as if Barry was reading my mind. He stood
up and scooped Paul up in his arms like he was a rag
doll. Paul seemed shocked, but didn't say anything. He
was breathing so hard that I was almost afraid he was
going to hyperventilate. Barry followed me as I left
the commissary and walked back into the shower room. I
let them pass and slid the door to the room shut. Every
room in all of the domes had thick metal sliding doors
that were designed to seal the rooms in case the domes
were breached and snow started pouring in. They were
hardly ever used, but I decided to use this one to give
us a little privacy.
I had a hunch that things were going to get noisy and I
didn't want anyone coming in to disturb us. When I
turned around, Barry was already starting to undress
Paul who was just standing there with a puzzled look on
his face. Even as far-gone as I was, I was ready to
stop the whole thing if Paul showed any signs of fear
or resistance.
I was a little surprised by Barry's actions. When I had
fucked him earlier, he had acted confused but now he
seemed as dedicated to screwing Paul as I was. The fact
that he seemed willing to follow my lead puzzled me
too. I was never what you call a dominant person and
Barry always struck me as about as Alpha as you could
get. Why was he following me as if I was king of the
world? I suspected that it had something to do with the
musk and the hormones running rampant through my body.
My musings were interrupted when Barry finished
undressing Paul and started undressing me. Before I
even fully realized it, I was as nude as they were.
Paul was breathing hard and shuddering.
Almost as a single unit, Barry and I moved forward to
wrap our arms around Paul. I almost came when I felt my
cock rub against his butt. Paul moaned loudly and
ground backwards against me. I glanced around Paul and
saw that Barry had wrapped one hand around his cock and
the other around Paul's. He was rubbing them together
like he was trying to start a fire. I did notice that
Barry's cock seemed larger than it did during our first
encounter. I wasn't sure because I had been a little
distracted and hadn't really paid attention to
specifics. Still, Paul definitely seemed to be enjoying
the attention and I was really enjoying the feeling of
his ass on my cock. Hornier than ever, I reached
forward and pulled Paul's head back.
His eyes went really wide when I turned his face and
kissed him full on the lips. When I was screwing Barry,
I had felt no desire to kiss him or do anything
romantic, but Paul was definitely inspiring different
emotions in me. I kissed him gently and let my tongue
play across his lips. He shuddered again and opened his
lips to allow my tongue inside. Our tongues danced for
several seconds before he pulled forward again with a
moan. I saw that Barry had dropped to his knees and
started sucking on Paul's cock and understood Paul's
distraction.
I started rubbing my cock up and down his ass cheeks.
My cock head felt a thousand times more sensitive than
it had ever before. I was leaking pre-cum like crazy
and his crack was getting slicker and slicker. His
crack was feeling wetter and slicker than April's
pussy. I wasn't really shocked when on one of my upward
swipes, I felt my cock head brush his asshole and lodge
in it.
Paul jerked and made a questioning noise. He seemed
about to question my actions when he shuddered from
Barry's sucking and went quiet. I took this as an okay
and pressed forward. I groaned out loud myself as my
cock slid inside. It felt incredible as I slid deeper
and deeper into him. It also felt much different than
when I had fucked Barry. It felt more like the times I
had sex with April. He felt much slicker than Barry had
and I knew that it all couldn't be from my leaking
cock. The muscles in his ass felt different too. They
seemed much stronger and more directing. I could feel
them gripping my cock, moving it along even as I pushed
deeper and deeper. Paul was breathing heavier and
heavier and was shoving back and forth between my cock
and Barry's mouth.
On one such shove, I felt Paul's muscles grip my cock
and it suddenly slipped slightly upwards. I felt my
cock head pop between some entrance that should not
have been there. Paul screamed loudly and I was
terrified that I had hurt him, but a quick glance at
his face told me that he was in absolutely no pain at
all. I can only describe his expression as one of pure
pleasure. I heard a loud gulping noise and realized
that Paul had erupted in Barry's mouth and that Barry
was hungrily drinking it all down. Thus encouraged, I
pushed forward and upwards until I was fully embedded
in his ass.
Barry got back on his feet and took Paul's head in his
hands. Paul put up no resistance as Barry pulled him
down to his crotch. Barry moaned happily as Paul took
his cock into his mouth and started sucking loudly.
This put his ass on the perfect level for fucking and I
took full advantage of it. I pulled out slightly and
began fucking Paul as hard as I could. The shower room
was filled with groans, sounds of sucking and the sound
of my balls slapping Paul's ass. I was fucking as hard
and as fast as I could and Barry was literally pounding
Paul's mouth. By all rights, Paul should have been in
considerable discomfort, but he was right there with
us. He was sucking on Barry's cock like he was starving
and the way he was twisting on my cock told me exactly
what he was after there too.
Finally, I felt my balls tightening and shoved as hard
as I could. I felt most of my cock bury itself in the
strange new place that had mysteriously come into being
inside of Paul. This seemed to set him off on a massive
orgasm even though no one was touching his cock. He
groaned and this set off Barry who grabbed his head in
both hands and buried himself in Paul's mouth. Seeing
this was all I could take. I felt my cock erupt inside
of him and it felt like I was pumping gallons of sperm
into his ass. It felt like my cum lasted for an hour
before I finally relaxed.
Barry literally collapsed to the floor with a huge grin
on his face. This left Paul unsupported and he slid
forward slowly which made my softening cock slide
slowly out of his ass. I actually felt myself squirt
slightly as my cock head popped out of the new place,
but felt a small degree of relief when it had slid
completely out and Paul slumped to the floor beside
Barry. Within seconds, both of them were sound asleep
on the bathroom floor.
With all of the adrenaline ebbing from my system, I
still managed to make it to a wall before I keeled over
completely. My last thought before sleep claimed me as
well was to wonder how I was going to explain all of
this to April.
Chapter Six: Going To The Dogs
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Okay, as with April and Angela, I wasn't there for this
part so once again I am going to hand over the story
telling reins to another member of my clan. He claims
that he could never write worth a damn and even bought
term papers during his brief stint in college, so I
hope he can do a good enough job to keep you
entertained. So here is Vargas.
Going to the dogs
Hey everybody, my name is Vargas Montoya. I am 32 years
old and originally from Brazil even though my family
immigrated to the US when I was nine. I'm not really
much like the others you have met so far. I don't have
a degree or a super brain with all kinds of shit in it.
I managed two semesters of college before I dropped out
and joined the Marines. I served two six-year tours and
got the exalted rank of Gunnery Sergeant before I
mustered out about a year ago.
Thanks to some of the contacts that I had made during
my service, I scored this high paying gig working as a
security expert with the research team at the ice
station. It was a cushy job since none of these egg
heads ever caused any trouble and the nearest other
people were hundreds of miles away. I spent more time
carrying crap and taking care of the work dogs than I
did actually securing anything. Still I was being paid
more in the six months I had signed on for than I had
made during either of my tours of duty, so I wasn't
complaining. I have been told that I am very easy too
look at. I have brown eyes and a body that the corps
spent twelve years trying to make perfect. I have lots
of muscles and the six pack that most body builders
only dream about. So needless to say, I never had any
trouble getting some ass until I took the job here.
Most Latinos will tell you that we are a highly sexed
people and there's a lot of truth to that. There's a
reason why we usually have large families. So even when
I was deployed to different places around the globe, I
always managed to get me some at least two or three
times a week. So you can imagine how horny I was when
all this shit started. I was two months into my six-
month stint and hadn't gotten any unless you count my
hand.
After we had locked up Langdon, Paul came and asked me
what had happened. While we were talking, I was shocked
as hell to find out that I was getting stoked just by
standing next to him. My cock was so hard that I
thought it was going to pop. Now this really freaked me
out because I had never gotten the hots for a guy
before. Hell, I had plenty of offers from my fellow
soldiers during long lonely tours of duty and I had
never been tempted to try it. I ain't got nothing
against it, just isn't my style. Still, if he hadn't
left when he did, I would have probably been suggesting
something that would have gotten me punched in the
face.
Langdon had finally calmed down and seemed to have
fallen asleep so I decided it was safe to leave him for
a while and stretch my legs. We had him locked up
pretty tight and there was no way for him to open the
door from the inside because I had removed the handles
and fixed the lock so that it could only be opened from
the outside. Superman might have been able to get out
of there, but there was no way Langdon could.
I wandered down to the dining hall to get some coffee.
This took me past the shower room and even through the
door; I could hear the sounds of someone being royally
fucked. This did nada to decrease my horniness since it
seemed to me that everyone on the base was getting some
ass except me. To make things worse, the same damned
smell that I had smelled when Aaron was talking to me
was pretty much everywhere. It was even thicker than it
had been before and just smelling it was making me
hornier and hornier.
After I filled my mug with stale coffee, I decided to
check on the dogs. The station had three wolf/husky mix
dogs that were used to pull sleds for equipment when
the temperature got too cold for the diesels on the
snowmobiles to work right. They didn't see much use
since most times we just stayed inside when it got that
cold. It was one of my duties to keep them fed,
exercised and happy. I didn't mind too much because I
had always liked dogs and it gave me something to do.
Their "pen" was an unused storeroom in the back of Hut
2, which also served as our garage and machine shop.
I left Hut 1 and walked through the connecting tunnel.
When I did this, the smell seemed to get a little bit
fainter, but not a lot. Since all of the domes were
serviced by the same air system, this told me that the
filters probably needed cleaning again, which I would
have to do as soon as the storm cleared.
When I got to the pen, I was greeted by happy barks and
tail wags. Now the three brutes we had would never win
dog shows for beauty, but that really didn't matter up
here. Bear was the leader of the little pack and the
biggest dog I had ever seen. He stood about three feet
at his shoulders and probably weighed as much as a
good-sized man. He was covered in solid white fur
except for the tip of his tail, which was gray.
When I stepped inside and closed the door, he trotted
up to me and started nosing in my pockets for the
treats that I usually bring with me. Since this had
been an unplanned trip, I didn't have any, but I gave
his massive head a scratch anyways. Even though there
were no treats inside my pant's pocket, he kept nosing
around in there any way and started making a kind of
low growling noise in his chest.
I had worked with these dogs long enough to know that
he wasn't threatening me, so I just ignored him.
Charlie was almost as big as Bear, but colored coal
black. He was also the friendliest of the three and had
never really outgrown his puppy stage. He came over and
sidled up beside me with an eager whine. I reached down
to pet him with the other hand. Just then, Bear shoved
his entire snout into my pocket and jammed it hard
against my cock. Madre de Dios! I almost collapsed to
the floor from the way it felt.
I pushed his head away and it took almost all of my
strength to do it. Bear sat back on his haunches with
his tongue hanging out and a puzzled look on his face.
That was when I noticed that he was sporting a hard on
that would have made any man envious. I didn't know why
I suddenly found it so interesting. I felt hypnotized
by the way it was shoved out of his hairy sheath. I
seemed drawn to the dull red tip that was already
dripping some liquid.
My own cock was harder than ever and I could feel it
oozing in my pants. (For the record here, I never wear
underwear. I always like the feel of everything hanging
down free.) A quick look at Charlie at my side showed
me that he had a hard on too. It wasn't as big as
Bear's but it was still very hard and dripping. I
decided to beat a hasty retreat and try to figure all
of this out later. That was when Charlie grabbed onto
my belt and yanked as hard as he could.
Now I was already off balance, squatting down to pet
the dogs so Charlie's pull sent me tumbling backwards
onto the floor. I hit pretty hard and saw stars. When I
came to my senses, Bear was back at my crotch, nuzzling
me again. Charlie had placed his paws on my shoulders,
which kept me from getting the leverage I needed to sit
up.
The last dog, Elvis (White with black spots, in case
you were interested.) was sitting off to one side
watching us. His cock was just as hard as the others
were but he seemed to be content for the moment just to
watch. I didn't know what the fuck was going on, but I
knew that I had to get up and away from these loco
dogs. When I started to struggle, Bear closed his mouth
over my crotch and growled loudly.
This had a mixed effect on me, believe it or not. The
feel of his teeth on my dick and balls and the loud
growl scared me because I knew that, if he wanted to,
Bear could rip out my crotch and have it for breakfast.
It also felt incredible. The pressure on my cock and
the vibrations from the growl almost made me faint like
a little schoolgirl getting her first kiss. I stopped
struggling and Bear released my jewels.
A second later, he grabbed onto my belt and waistband
and tugged as hard as he could. I was shocked to feel
the leather belt and the khaki fabric part like tissue
paper. I had never realized just how strong these dogs
were. Seconds later I was naked from the waist down
except for my boots and socks. A second after that,
Bear started licking my cock.
Now I am no big thinker and I was already confused by
all that was going on so I wasn't thinking very
clearly, so the moment that dog's tongue hit my cock I
was gone like tequila at a fiesta. It felt so fucking
good and I was so fucking hot that I didn't give a damn
that it was a dog licking my cock. I just spread my
legs like a cheap whore to give the beast more room to
work. Bear seemed to really like this because he
crawled between my legs and really started licking.
Every time he dragged that huge tongue up my cock
shaft, I just groaned and jerked my hips for more. Once
he was done licking my cock, Bear started in on my
balls. He opened his mouth as wide as he could and took
both of them inside. He started licking them while he
was holding them inside his mouth. It felt so damned
good. His mouth was hotter than any woman's I had ever
had was and he kept "chewing" on my nuts while he was
licking me.
I couldn't take it any more and came like never before.
I must have spewed gallons of cum all over my chest as
I pumped out load after load. Of course, this got
Charlie's attention. He leaned down and started licking
the stuff off me. First, he cleaned off my chest and
then went to work on my cock, which was slimy as hell.
Between him licking my cock and Bear still working on
my balls, I didn't even start to go soft.
I was doing my best to think and try to figure out what
was going on, but it wasn't doing much good. The dogs
seemed much smarter than they had ever been before and
I wasn't really dumber, but I was really having a lot
of trouble thinking straight. Like any Latino male, I
have been accused of thinking with my cock, but today
it seemed like my little head was definitely doing all
of the thinking.
I could smell that damned smell again, but it was a
like a million times more powerful than before. Even
though I knew something funky was going on, I just
didn't care. When Bear stopped sucking on my sack and
shoved his tongue up my ass, I just spread my legs
wider and raised my hips up to meet him. I'm pretty
sure that I howled just like a dog myself when I felt
his thick hot tongue slide into my ass. I know I was
squirming around and panting like a bitch in heat when
Charlie started licking my cock and balls.
When I felt something hot and sticky dripping onto my
face, I wasn't the least bit surprised to see Charlie's
cock hanging directly over my face. He had stopped
trying to hold me down and had moved forward to get
better access to my crotch. His thick slab of meat was
right over me and as horny as I was, it looked
delicious. Like a thick juicy steak and I felt like I
hadn't eaten in weeks. From the way he yelped, I don't
know who was more surprised when I leaned up and licked
it.
Charlie's cock had a thick, slightly slimy feel to it
and had a really gamy taste to it kind of like really
old beef jerky, but I didn't care. He was sucking on me
so the least I could do was return the favor. I leaned
up some more and turned my head to one side. This let
me take his cock tip into my mouth.
This really made him happy and he shoved almost two
inches in with one thrust. I sucked as hard as I could
while I reached up with one hand to play with his balls
and the other to stroke the part of his cock that I
couldn't reach with my mouth. The pungent smell and
taste were driving me insane with lust so I sucked
harder. I must have sucked him for a half hour while
Bear kept doing his best to shove his entire head up my
ass before I felt his balls began to get really tight.
I watched in pure heat as his knot came sliding out of
his sheath. The hand that I was using to stroke him
reached out and cupped that massive ball of flesh and
rubbed it hard. Charlie howled loudly and shoved
another two inches of cock into my mouth. I felt his
cock swell up and then I was being drowned in dog cum.
I was in shock at how much there was of it.
I had once entertained the foolish idea that I wanted
to be a veterinarian when I grew up so when I was in my
early teens, I read pretty much everything I could
about animals and how their bodies worked. I knew that
dogs actually produce very small amounts of cum each
time they orgasm. This is why they have the knots. The
knot locks them together with the bitch so that they
can keep pumping cum into her for a very long time.
Charlie was filling my mouth with more cum than I
usually shoot when I jack off and it tasted incredible.
I took every drop and kept trying to suck more out of
him until he finally pulled away from me and stepped
back several feet. He was still rock hard, but seemed
to be satisfied for the moment.
Meanwhile, Bear finally get tired of licking out my
intestines and pulled his tongue out. The break in the
mind numbing pleasure I was feeling kind of helped
clear my head. I realized just how fucked up what was
happening was. I licked my lips and tasted dog cum on
them. Part of me wanted to throw up at the taste, but a
part of me didn't care. I decided that the best thing
for me to do was to get the hell out of there and
figure out what had happened later. I didn't trust my
balance enough to get up the way I was so I rolled over
onto my hands and knees to make it easier to get up.
Big mistake on my part, after all they don't call it
the "Doggy style" position for nothing.
The second I was kneeling Bear leaped forward and
tackled me. He wrapped his fore paws around my waist
and jammed his rear paws between my legs to keep me
from getting up. I started cursing at him in Spanish,
Arabic and even some Chinese that I had picked up from
an old girl friend, but then he jammed his cock head
into my asshole and the cursing stopped.
Man, if his tongue had felt incredible, the feeling of
his cock head sliding into my ass was heavenly. I could
feel his cock spilling his juices into my ass and also
some sort of weird wetness coming up my ass to meet his
cock. It felt kind of like when you have the runs and
everything comes out, but much nicer. I could feel
every single inch of his cock as it slid into me and I
wanted more. I kind of waggled my hips like I had seen
female dogs do to encourage him.
It worked better than I could have imagined. Bear
barked loudly and shoved his hips forward hard! Before
I could even blink, he had jammed all seven inches of
his meat into my asshole and I could feel his knot
knocking at my back door. I was panting just as loudly
as he was and my cock felt like it was going to explode
again.
I could feel something really incredible inside of me
and wondered if I was feeling what a woman felt when
she was about to cum. Just when I was thinking that it
couldn't get any better, I felt Bear's cock twist
inside of my ass. It was like my ass muscles suddenly
grabbed his shaft and moved it. I felt his cock tip
slide up and any kind of thoughts I had were wiped
away. Suddenly, I was nothing more than a bitch that
needed breeding.
Bear seemed to agree with me because he started yelping
and pushing harder and hard into me. I felt his knot
press against my sphincter and then shove it open hard.
It should have hurt because the damned thing was as big
as my fist, but all I felt was pleasure and
satisfaction. He kept pumping harder and harder,
driving the knot deeper as his cock slid further into
me. This had to go on for an hour before he stopped
shoving and locked his legs.
I felt something thick and slick being pumped into me
and that sent me off on the first orgasm that I have
ever had without someone touching my cock. I shook like
I was having a malaria attack and came all over the
floor. I must have cum for a good three minutes, even
though my balls were drained in ten seconds.
I don't know how long it took for Bear to finish and
shrink down enough to slip out of me. He got down from
my back and walked over to stand beside me. I swear
that he was smiling at me as I crouched there on the
floor panting. I was just about to try to get up again
when Bear looked over my shoulders and barked loudly. I
wasn't sure what was going on until I felt Elvis jump
up on my back.
I was too weak to even try to resist as he jammed his
cock inside of me. I saw Charlie sitting off to one
side with his own massive erection and remembered how I
used to watch as the neighborhood dogs would take turns
with a bitch in heat for hours and hours. I looked over
and saw that Bear's cock was already getting hard again
and realized that was what was happening here. As my
mind gave out to the powerful fucking, I prayed to God
that it would last forever.
Chapter Seven: Escape Overture
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Okay back to me for the moment. When I finally came too
after the three way with Barry and Paul, I felt like I
had slept for hours. My watch told me that I had only
been asleep for about an hour or so, but I felt
completely rested and reenergized. I was still horny as
hell, but decided that this seemed to be the natural
state for whatever was happening to us.
Once again I was struck by the severe lack of
embarrassment or regret for what I had done. I had
cheated on the woman who would bear my child and
practically raped Paul. I should have been feeling at
least a little shame or regret, but I wasn't. Part of
it was the strange new hormones coursing through our
bodies, but I sensed that something fundamental was
changing in our very mindset.
I had no idea where this journey was taking us, but it
was definitely changing us even though I was not sure
if it was for the better. I disengaged myself from my
two lovers and smiled at the way Paul was still
clutching Barry's cock possessively. They hardly even
stirred as I got dressed again and left the room,
closing the door again behind me.
I started back to April's room to see how she was doing
and to check on Angela, but stopped when I realized
that the door to the room where Langdon had been locked
up was standing wide open and there was no sign of
Vargas. After knocking on April's door and telling her
to keep the door shut and locked just in case Langdon
was still dangerous, I set out to find Vargas. This
wasn't easy because the base was pretty large and
currently only held seven people. Since two were asleep
in the shower room and two were hiding in April's room,
I didn't have a lot of help in my search. (For the
record, there are two other members of the research
team, but they left with the Professor for some leave
in McMurdo so the place was pretty deserted.)
After searching all of the residential dome and the
dome where we kept the lab equipment for both teams, I
checked the storage dome. To say I was surprised to
find Vargas on the floor of the dome naked would be an
understatement. To say I was shocked to find him being
screwed up the ass by a dog the size of my motorcycle
back home would be the understatement of the millennia.
From the way two other dogs were lying around asleep
with contented looks on their fuzzy faces, I judged
that all of this had been going on for a while.
I was just about to try and pull him off of Vargas when
it hit me. The musk was overpowering here, much more
powerful than it had been with any of the other
situations. It was like all of the O2 molecules in the
air had been replaced by the musk, but somehow you
could still breathe. My hard-on, which had never really
gone down, sprang back to full erection and then some.
When I approached the dog and Vargas, the mutt looked
up at me and whined, but I just glared at him. I was
already unzipping my pants when he kind of dipped his
head down and dropped his tail below his legs. He
backed off of Vargas and climbed down. His cock made a
loud popping noise as it slid out and more cum than I
had ever imagined started oozing out of Vargas'
asshole. These dogs had been obviously fucking him for
a while and from the look on his face, he had loved it
the entire time.
Almost without thinking, I dropped down to my knees
behind Vargas and grabbed onto his ass. Had I been
thinking clearly, I would have been shocked and even
grossed out by what had happened and what I was about
to do. But with my mind fogged by the massive amount of
musk in the air, I just shoved myself balls deep inside
of his slimy ass and started fucking. Vargas could
obviously tell that I wasn't one of his canine lovers
because he seemed to come to his senses. He
straightened up and glanced behind at me. I could see
the questions in his eyes, but I didn't care. I slid my
cock out about half way and then shoved it back in
again. This made him close his eyes and groan.
God, he felt good. His ass was white hot and slicker
than oil. I could feel the dog cum oozing around my
shaft as I slid in and out. Vargas was panting so hard
that I was afraid that he was going to hyperventilate
and I wasn't much better off. My balls were slapping
his ass cheeks and I could feel his ass muscles
gripping and guiding my cock as it went. I was only a
little surprised when I felt them grip me tightly and
shove my cock head upwards. Just like with Paul, I slid
into a place that shouldn't exist and just like with
Paul, it felt like pure heaven.
My cock almost seemed to lengthen so it slid even
deeper. When this happened, I truly lost it. I started
pounding into Vargas as hard as I could, making him
moan louder and louder. As I screwed him, I happened to
look over at the dogs and was amazed at what I saw. The
smallest of the animals was crouched down on the floor
and the biggest of the brutes had mounted him. I was
shocked to see that the bigger one was shoving one of
the biggest cocks I had ever seen into the other dog's
ass.
Now I know that certain animals do practice what we
would consider homosexual relations mainly because most
male animals are always ready for sex and females are
only ready during heat. Dogs, gorillas, chimps and many
others hump each other and anything else they can get
their paws on, but I had never seen two male animals
actually screwing, but the biggest one was definitely
sliding his cock in and out of the other dog's ass.
Even more amazing was the fact that the other dog loved
it. This made me even hotter and I could feel the cum
boiling in my balls. I wanted Vargas to cum with me so
I did something that his doggy lovers couldn't do. I
reached around and started pumping his cock with my
hand while I screwed him as hard as I could. This made
him buck and moan.
He started fucking back against me harder and harder.
He started whining almost like the dogs over beside us
as I started filling him with even more cum. He started
spewing all over my hand and the floor. I could feel
it, as my cock head seemed to expand and plug the
entrance to the new place.
When I recovered from my orgasm, I pulled very gently
out of Vargas and sat down hard on the floor. Vargas
slumped forward and slowly rolled over onto his back. I
could tell that his pleasure drunk mind was starting to
fade because he actually looked aware of his
surroundings again. I glanced over at the dogs and saw
that they had finished too. The two smaller ones were
lying on their sides with cum leaking out of them. The
bigger one was sitting to one side watching us with
what seemed to be a highly intelligent expression on
his fuzzy face.
Once our orgasms had faded both Vargas and I seem to
come to our senses. The musk was still in the air, but
it didn't seem to have a great a hold on us as it had
before. Vargas rolled over onto his side and stared at
me intently like he was trying to figure out what had
happened. I was watching his eyes looking for any signs
of anger or aggression for what we had done, but there
was nothing there but curiosity. "So, Amigo. Do you
want tell me what the fuck is going on here?"
I took a chance and gave him the Reader's Digest
version of what I knew and what I thought was
happening. It actually felt good to finally tell
someone what was going on. He listened to everything
without saying a word, and then shrugged. "My parents
would make some smart ass comment about water and
bridges. You didn't know what was going on until it was
probably too late to do anything about it so no fault
on you. We have got something more important to worry
about. If Langdon is lose, no telling what sort of
trouble he might cause."
I agreed and gave silent thanks to God that Vargas had
a good head on his shoulders. We did a complete search
of the base, but found no sign of him. We were at a
loss until we decided to check and see if he was hiding
in the Snow Cat. When we opened the door that led to
it, we were blasted with ice-cold winds. The temporary
tunnel between the building and the cat was torn to
shreds and the massive snow vehicle was gone. We now
knew how he had gotten away from the base.
"Dios! Now I wish we hadn't kept that damned thing
idling all this time. The engine would have frozen up
and there would have been no way he could have cranked
it without days of thawing."
For those who don't know and as I found out, diesel
engines are very vulnerable to freezing temperatures.
To keep them from freezing up completely, they have to
be kept at a low idle so that the heat of the engine
can keep the fuel from freezing. I had known that the
engine on the cat was still going, but hadn't realized
why until Vargas explained it to me. "He must be headed
for McMurdo, but why?" I remembered what I had found
and snapped my fingers. "His wife is supposed to be
there. They were going to get together during his
leave. He must be trying to get to her."
"How bad will it be if he gets around other people?"
"Worse case scenario is that we could be looking at a
world wide Pandemic. It takes a while for the symptoms
to manifest themselves and even longer for any
physiological changes to occur. If we don't find some
way to stop him and at least isolate him, then people
could become infected, leave McMurdo and spread the
changes to the entire world."
"Okay, that definitely counts as bad," Vargas said. He
pondered for a second, and then motioned for me to
follow him back to the dog's dome. He approached
several objects covered with heavy tarps and pulled the
tarp off. Underneath were four very large snowmobiles,
complete with helmets. "You are insane. It is below
zero outside and the visibility is next to nothing.
There is no way in hell we can make it through all of
that to McMurdo."
"Hey Amigo, if we want to stop Langdon from turning
into the next Typhoid Mary, then we have to do
something." Vargas shrugged. "Hey, they are gasoline
powered, can go over 80 miles an hour and they have
enough range to get us there at least with a little
luck. Our only other option is to hope that Langdon
doesn't make it to the town."
I nodded and we split up to get the gear we would need.
Vargas had a spare suit that he said he would loan me
that had heating elements that could be plugged into
the mobile's electrical system so I went back to my lab
to pick up my palm top that also had a satellite GPS
built into it. It should allow us to plot a relatively
straight course to McMurdo, if we didn't fall into a
ravine or get blown away by high winds. Then I stopped
by April's room to check on her and Angela.
When I knocked on the door, April stepped out clad only
in a smile and sandals. I had seen the look on her face
enough times to know what she had been doing. The words
"freshly fucked" came to mind. I ached to ask her what
was going on, but realized that I didn't have the time.
I quickly informed her of what Vargas and I planned to
do. I didn't want to worry her so I just told her that
Langdon had flipped out and stolen the cat. She seemed
to buy the story that Vargas and I were simply going
out to try and rescue him. She also seemed to want to
tell me something, but couldn't seem to find the words.
I gave her a passionate kiss and told her that we would
be back as soon as we could.
I got into the suit that Vargas gave me, feeling like a
small child wearing their parent's clothes. Vargas and
I were close to the same size, but he was much more
buff than me so the damned thing fit very loosely.
After that, it took us nearly an hour to fuel up the
mobiles and drag them outside. As Vargas gave me a
quick course in driving the things, I did notice that
the storm seemed to be lessening. The winds were much
calmer than they had been just an hour ago and I
imagined that it also seemed a little warmer. This gave
me some hope that we were going to make it to our
destination alive, but it also worried me because
Langdon would have a much easier time too.
"Hokay, Aaron," Vargas said as he mounted up. "If you
know any prayers or have any favors that Dios owes you,
now might be a good time to cash them in." He pointed
to the fuel cans strapped to the back of the
snowmobiles. "If I figured it right, we got just enough
gas to make it there with a little bit of margin for
error. If we fuck up or miss, we are going to be the
greatest scientific discovery of the next million
years."
I nodded and tried to smile encouragingly as we headed
out. I didn't want to mess with his morale so I didn't
tell him that the only prayer that I could think of
after years of school was The Prayer for the Dead.
Somehow I doubted that bit of information would have
made him feel better.
Chapter Eight: Once More With Feeling
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I watched Aaron go down the corridor then around the
corner before I turned and went back into the room. I
hoped he was going to be OK. I just couldn't believe
all the crazy things that were happening to us. At that
moment, though, I didn't care. That wonderful musky
smell was back and along with it, all my thoughts
vanished. Except for Angela. I gazed over at her asleep
form, literally spread-eagled and naked on the bed. She
was so beautiful, with those long legs, absolutely
inviting.
I couldn't help myself. I moved between her legs,
lowered my head and placed my palms on either side of
her hips. Gently I kissed April's pussy, then ran my
lips and then tongue up and down. Gradually I worked my
tongue between the folds and up toward her clit. I knew
it was large but I wasn't prepared for the shock. From
between her lips a small cock popped up. It definitely
wasn't a clit, it was a small cock, complete with slit
and crowned with foreskin. Oh my God, it happened to
her, too! It was the most marvelous, amazing thing. I
ran my tongue below it, between the lips to check and
sure enough she still had a vagina.
Then I dived onto that cock as if it was the last one
I'd ever see. I sucked it and ran my tongue around and
around, bobbing my head up and down. It grew more,
swelled larger than I thought possible. Angela began to
move. Her hips pushed up and I felt her begin to sit
up. I looked upwards, past her breasts with those
lovely hard nipples.
I didn't want her to freak out - this was so nice - so
I reached up, place a hand on her left breast and
gently pressed her back down. She moaned and I think
she said, "I love you." It was a little hard to tell
with the noise I was making. Angela closed her eyes and
began to move her hips up and down in time to my
sucking and bobbing head.
With my right hand I worked Angela's magnificent nipple
- I knew from before that she got off on that - and
with my left, I inserted one then two fingers into her
cunt and started stroking. The combined effect of my
fingers and my sucking and licking worked quickly.
April suddenly tensed, shoved her hips at my face and
cried a very loud, Meg Ryanish, "Yes, yes, yes!" And
much to my surprise, although I shouldn't have been,
Angela's cock actually squirted in my mouth! It was
only a few small squirts but it ballooned just like a
real man's cock and from the experience I had had
before, it must have felt very intense for her.
By this time I was thoroughly turned on, nearly ready
to cum myself. I am one of those women who are blessed
with the ability to orgasm just from sucking a guy off.
My cock - My COCK! - was very hard and demanded
attention too. Carefully hiding Angela's cock from her
sight, I spun around, swung my leg over her body and
presented my erect cock to her face. I have no idea how
large it was - it felt absolutely huge, and stiff and
fantastic I can tell you, unbelievably different from
any feeling I had had before - and it was definitely
taking control of me. I now know why men's brains are
where they are, and for a very good reason.
As I once again began licking Angela's still erect
cock, she reached up, put her arms around my ass and
gently pulled me down to her. I felt her kiss my cock
and then her warm lips start to slide up and down, and
her tongue lapped and teased the head and her sucking
made it feel just even bigger and harder and better.
All at once. My God, it was wonderful; I don't know how
to describe it. Men always seemed to enjoy having their
dicks sucked and licked. I loved having my clit licked,
too, but this, this! was something else, something more
intense and focused.
It didn't take long at all, maybe less than a minute,
and I came very, very strongly once again. I mashed my
head down on Angela's cock and made as much noise as I
could - I've always found that making noise, even
faking it, added to the pleasure and certainly told my
partner I enjoyed whatever they were doing. I sucked
Angela's cock hard and pushed my own cock into her
face. I could feel it hit, that intense orgasm, and I
knew that I started to squirt. Angela gurgled but
didn't stop sucking. It was like the volcano going off.
No wonder men like sex so much!
I raised my head a bit and panted. Somehow, I knew I
could have more, that I had the best of both sexes,
male and female. I could enjoy the intensity men feel
and the sensation of release but I could also enjoy my
own long-lasting multiple orgasms. I knew that I could
fuck and be fucked easily and that it was better and,
well, more powerful. That simply. Keeping my hand over
her cock, I swung my leg over Angela and turned around,
looked down at her lovely face.
She had the biggest smile. Her eyes were closed, her
dark nipples still crinkled She had not cum a second
time. Angela reached up with her arms, placed her hands
on either side of my head and pulled me down for a
long, very toungy, passionate kiss, the best kind. She
broke, placing her cheek next to mine and whispered, "I
love you so much," again.
I knew that I loved Aaron very much, but Angela was
becoming - had become - someone very special, too. This
was a bit strange: I didn't realize that I was
polyamorous. I briefly wondered what a tri-marriage, a
three-person relationship might be like, with all three
of us not only in bed together but sharing a life
together. I didn't know how either Aaron or Angela
would feel about that.
Angela became insistent. Her hands started rubbing my
shoulders and back, then moved down to my ass and she
began pushing, wanting to fuck. I didn't want her
startled yet so I pushed my head up above her face,
spread my legs wide and using only the feeling between
them, I carefully worked Angela's still erect cock into
my cunt.
Wham! A feeling hit me. I sat up suddenly and started
fucking Angela quickly, literally bouncing on her. I
was panting heavily, and started to "uh, uh, uh" with
each breath. Angela's cock wasn't very big but it was
having a terrific affect, I can tell you.
Angela started up at me with wide eyes.
"I didn't know women could do this," she said. "It is
so wonderful!" And she arched her back, closed her eyes
again, and started to fuck back. I had never, ever
fucked anyone like that before. I had been on top
countless times, but never had I actually bounced. It
was the most amazing feeling and it was working for me
and for Angela.
Angela suddenly pushed me up, her hands clenching my
legs, and she squirted into me. "Unnngh!" she yelled,
writhing beneath me. And I thought how beautiful she
was in the midst of rapture. Just positively the most
beautiful, lovely, loving thing ever. It was an
enormous turn-on just to watch.
I hadn't cum again and I badly needed to. Fuck it, I
thought. I got off Angela, slid down and literally
jammed my swollen cock into her cunt. Angela didn't see
anything as I lay straight down on top of her and
started fucking into her. That's right, fucking her. I
had used a strap-on once before, and it was clearly a
different sensation driving into someone than being
fucked, even being the dominant one, but this was
different again. This was powerful, urgent, and
splendiferous. Unbelievable. I didn't have the words.
I fucked and pushed and shoved, in and out, over and
over, and kissed Angela with her kissing me back, until
eventually that incredibly intense feeling hit me like
a missile and I came and shot into her. I know I made a
great deal of noise and I didn't care who heard me.
This was, without doubt, the greatest feeling ever. I
have no idea how much fluid I shot into Angela, it felt
like gallons but I'm sure it wasn't much.
I've heard all of these descriptions about how much
ejaculate men give and how big their dicks measure and
so on; I've never really cared about that and still
don't, especially at that moment. The feelings
themselves were far more important. I placed my hands
on either side of Angela's waste and, smiling hugely,
gazed down at her.
After I caught my breath, I rolled off, to Angela's
left side. She turned, placed her right hand on my
cheek and kissed me gently. Aaron had better like a
tri-marriage I thought because I was not going to
settle for less.
Then it happened. Angela looked down. She just stopped
dead.
She saw her still-erect small cock sticking straight up
out of her lips.
"Love," I said smiling, "I think we have something to
talk about."
Chapter Nine: Three's A Crowd, More Is An Orgy
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The rest of that day was a bit vague. Angela and I
slept in for a few hours then we made love before
getting up. This time it was slower, less urgent, more
gentle and loving. I slowly explored her beautiful
body, bit by bit, with my fingers, my eyes, my lips and
tongue. She squealed when I took her cock into my mouth
again and cried happily when she erupted. I relished
playing the male role which my new cock gave me,
exquisite. When we entered the mess we found Paul and
Barry sitting together. Barry grinned at us. No secrets
around here!
Paul avoided eye contact. Guilty about something?
Angela stayed close to me, touching much of the time. I
didn't care that they saw. I caught Angela sneaking
looks at them, though, especially Paul. Interesting how
she had changed. Maybe I had done some good. Maybe what
was happening to us was doing a lot of good. We ate
then went about our normal work. The storm raged and
howled outside and I worried that Aaron was alright. It
was a long trip to McMurdo and not a good one in these
conditions.
Barry was gone a long time when he went to feed the
dogs. I could hear them making noise while he was
there; I guessed they were spooked by the storm or
missed Vargas and were glad to see Barry. The rest of
the day went quietly except for the never ending storm.
That night Angela and I slept together. She cuddled
close and kept waking and stroking me. At one point, I
got quickly hard, my cock just sprang out of hiding -
it still seems a bit funny to think that way of my cock
but that's what it felt like, and I loved every second
of it - and I rolled on top of her, kissed her
strongly, inserted my cock into her and just fucked
her.
I pushed myself up so my arms were straight the way
some guys have done to me. My breasts dangled down, my
nipples brushed hers as I fucked, sending waves of
wonderful electricity through both of us. Angela panted
heavily and came first. I wasn't far behind. It was a
very different feeling to fuck someone and come in
them, more intense than I'd ever experienced but also
more short-lived. I relished it.
The next day was more of the same. Storm outside and
quiet inside. While we were all eating lunch, the dogs
started barking loudly. Barry said, "What's got into
them? They already got fed." and went to investigate.
The dogs quieted down but started in again 20 minutes
later. Barry hadn't returned so Angela and I went to
the storage dome to have a look. I opened the door,
Angela and I stepped through and stopped dead.
Angela gasped; her left fingers touched her lips. There
on the floor before us was a naked Barry, on hands and
knees, with a very big dog on his back going hell for
leather fucking him in the ass. More amazing were the
other two dogs beside them, one on top of the other's
back, clearly fucking! Their speed was incredible; I
had never seen anyone fuck that fast before. The one
beneath sported a bobbing erection and was obviously
loving it, howling and barking in appreciation. The big
one on top of Barry howled, too. That's what all the
fuss was about!
Barry hadn't seen us yet even though he was facing us -
- his eyes were closed - and from his open-mouthed
smile and noises he was clearly enjoying being hammered
very much. I took a step backwards and then it hit us:
the musk smell was extremely strong here. I shook my
head. The scene did not gross me out. One of my former
female lovers had been into porn and one of her
fantasies involved having sex with dogs. We laughed
about it then, made jokes about their staying power. I
had used a strap-on and pretended to be the male dog
and her the bitch. She would have been envious as hell
of what I was about to do now. My body literally shook
in sudden anticipation.
Angela stepped up to Barry, dropped to her knees then
crouched so her face was level with his. She reached
out, placed her palms on either side of Barry's head
and proceeded to kiss him deeply. His eyes popped open
but he didn't fight it in the least; he kissed back,
tongue and all. I knelt behind Angela, placed a palm on
her back and started to rub up and down her spine.
She kept kissing Barry while he was being rooted by the
big dog. I could feel my body responding, a tightening
sensation between my legs, my muscles tensing, my cock
hardening, beginning to poke out, so I stood up and
quickly removed all of my clothes. Much better! I
reached around and started fondling Angela's breasts.
Her nipples were hard and ready to burst out of her bra
and shirt.
When she pulled back from Barry and began removing her
clothes, I took her place and literally shoved my cock
into Barry's mouth. His eyes opened wide in surprise
and for a moment I thought he might pull back. But he
didn't. He closed his eyes and lips on my cock and
started sucking and licking. From the way he did it, he
clearly had had some practice. I placed my hands on
Barry's shoulders and found my face about level with
the dogs. He licked me on the lips and kept licking
while fucking Barry. It wasn't bad and I even licked
back a few times.
Angela came back to me and started kissing my neck and
shoulders, running her right hand up and down my back.
Her left hand played with my left breast. Both of my
nipples responded: they felt even harder than my cock,
which was in Barry's mouth being sucked. I felt
wonderful! It wasn't love, it wasn't tender, it was
something else, a lot of lust, and there was a sense of
power, too, but not controlling power, just raw power.
I had never felt this way before, not until my time
with Angela. I had certainly been sexually assertive
before - Aaron liked that in my very much - but I had
never, ever felt this plain powerful before.
The dogs on the side had stopped fucking by now, and
the one on top got off and pulled out. I had thought
that he might have stayed tied with his swollen knot,
but he didn't. The dog that was on the bottom went over
to a corner and began licking his cock, cleaning
himself. The dog that had been on top came over to
Angela and sniffed her naked hip. He started to lick
her. Angela stopped kissing my neck. I felt cool air on
my back. I glanced left and saw her put her hands on
his head then rubbed him behind the ears, gradually
working down his body to underneath him, toward his
cock.
I pulled back from Barry for a moment. I could see
Angela's cock was also erect. It was clearly larger
than before but still smaller than most men's and
smaller than my own. My own cock was now about average
male size but it felt immense, all consuming. Angela
slid over and presented her cock to Barry and he began
kissing, sucking and licking it. The large dog was
still on top but had stopped moving. He seemed to be
pressed into Barry's ass as hard as he could and was
holding himself there.
Every once and awhile he would make a sound. The look
on that dog's furry face seemed like pure pleasure. I
didn't know dogs could express like that. I sat down on
the floor, my legs tucked beneath. The dog that had
been licking Angela put his nose in my crotch, sniffed,
and then started licking. I moved, still sitting with
my arms straight behind me, palms down, and opened my
legs wide. It felt so good! His tongue seemed able to
twist into every crevice, right into my vagina and up
to my cock. When he licked my cock, I went ballistic
and let out a loud, "UhhhAhhhhhh!"
Angela reached over and placed a hand on my shoulder.
That was it, my cock erupted. I shook and yelled and
spurted and I swear that dog licked up and savored
every drop. I looked up and saw Angela smiling down at
me. She blew a kiss at me before closing her eyes,
enjoying the pleasure Barry was still giving her. I was
going to get up but the dog before me had other ideas.
He jumped on top of me, pushed my back down on the
floor. My hands went up and grabbed his sides. I felt
his cock probing. He wanted to fuck me!
I couldn't resist so I moved until the tip of his cock
was against my pussy lips. He pushed and gradually
worked the tip in. I pressed upwards with my hips and
slowly started bucking. This caused his cock to go way
in and eventually his knot entered me. While it really
filled me up and had the most incredible feeling, I did
not feel that we were locked together.
I could have separated at any time. Which I wanted to
do - not! I was having the time of my sexual life here.
If only my girlfriend could have seen me and tried
this! The dog was really getting into it. He started to
fuck his cock rapidly in and out of me with that
incredible high speed I saw before. I held on, keeping
his hind quarters low so it wouldn't pull out. I had
never been fucked like that before, that fast and
insistent. All kinds of love and sex have its place,
and this was something else. I did not feel grossed,
guilty or crazy. At that moment I was pure lust and
being hammered was the most important thing in the
world.
I felt all of the dog's cock inside of me, sliding
rapidly in and out. Then something unusual and
wonderful happened. The dog pushed his cock hard into
me and it felt as if my vagina literally grabbed onto
it and twisted it, making sure it was snugly fit. I
could feel my internal muscles literally milk that
dog's cock. Somehow I was fucking his cock from the
inside.
He was still trying to fuck, but not as rapidly as
before, more like insistent pushing, pushing, and
pushing. That was it, I was gone. Another orgasm hit.
It was a giant, wave after wave of sensation, on and on
and on. At least that's how it felt, although it may
not have been that long. I think my cock erupted, too,
but I wasn't sure and I didn't care. At the same time
the dog started cumming, squirting into me with every
pulse of his amazing cock.
I think I howled as loud as the dogs that morning. I
had read that dogs cum for a long time, in slow
squirts. This didn't seem to be happening. He was
cumming more than any man I'd ever known, it seemed as
if he wouldn't stop, but it wasn't slow, it was more
like the way a man would cum but it lasted far longer.
Another, less intense orgasm washed over me. This was
the life!
Soon my attention was broken. I heard the door behind
squeak and looked over. Paul had entered. He just stood
with his mouth open. Angela saw him, instantly
disengaged from Barry and literally flew over. "It's
all right," I heard her say gently. "It's all right."
She put her arms around Paul and started to kiss him.
In a few seconds, he responded, kissing back. Angela
slowly took off Paul's clothes. She kissed him all over
his body while doing it, gently, lovingly, running her
hands along with her lips. When he was nude, she kissed
her way down his chest and stomach and then took his
erect cock and began licking the tip. Then she took it
into her mouth and began to suck. Paul closed his eyes,
placed his hands on her shoulders and began rocking his
hips slowly.
My orgasms (oh, yes, plural) had subsided by now and my
vagina released the dog's cock. He pulled out and went
over next to the other dog and started to lick himself.
The other dog became interested and began licking as
well. My head was still buzzing from the musk
pheromones. Barry was still locked up with the big dog,
although they weren't moving.
Barry had his eyes closed and seemed to be just
enjoying the sensation. A thought crossed my mind,
"This is it. You may not get another opportunity to try
it."
I scrambled up and slipped behind Paul. At the same
time, Angela released is cock and stood. Angela and I
are both taller than Paul. She kissed him on the mouth
then, reached around his head with her right hand,
placed it behind my neck and pulled my head just over
Paul's and proceeded to kiss me. Her left hand went
down and I think she must have touched Paul's cock or
maybe her own because the both shuddered slightly. My
left hand rubbed Paul's ass cheek and with my right I
reached around and hugged Angela with Paul sandwiched
between us.
That was exactly what I had in mind and I think Angela
had worked it out, too. She stopped kissing me, stood
taller then spread her legs. She then took Paul's very
erect cock and guided it straight into her cunt. It
must've gone right in and she settled a bit, squeezing
her thighs together to create pressure. She closed her
eyes, tipped her head back and made an "uhhhhhh" sound.
I slid both my open palms down her back to her ass and
pulled her in. She started to move. My own still-hard
cock pressed against Paul's ass crack. I was leaking
what must have been plenty of pre-cum - either that or
he was wet -- because I had no trouble pressing my cock
into his crack. Paul even helped by spreading his legs
a bit as if he wanted it.
I pushed my cock in, found his asshole and felt myself
slip inside. It felt as if my cock had somehow grown
even larger and I had this overpowering urge to push
very hard, which I did. Some muscles in his ass seemed
to grab my cock, too. All of this happened in a second
or two.
Paul had started slowly fucking Angela. They resumed
kissing. But Angela's hands were hugging each side of
me. They slipped back and she took hold of my breasts.
With that I slammed into Paul and began fucking
ruthlessly, fast and hard. They joined in.
I had been involved in a few threesomes before but this
was different. I felt that sense of power again, that
intense feeling centered on my cock which I was
hammering into Paul while he drilled into Angela. Harsh
words but appropriate for what we were doing. We were
all breathing hard, panting, making plenty of noise.
Angela could not stop smiling throughout the entire
experience.
My cock suddenly slipped through something in Paul,
angling upwards, and he yelled, "Yes!" Angela and I
pounded Paul. He was literally the meat in the
sandwich. I heard Angela suddenly cry out. The moment
she stopped moving Paul also stopped. I could feel
Paul's ass muscles pulsate, clenching and releasing my
moving cock and other muscles inside of him rippling
around my cock, the same as my own had done to the dog.
He must have erupted into Angela, and she on him.
A few moments later, I shot into Paul what felt like an
incredible amount of sperm. Where did I get all of it
from? This joint orgasm seemed to go on for, well, it
wasn't forever but it felt like an awfully long time.
More likely a few minutes. Breathing heavily, Angela
slipped off Paul's cock. She looked down at his chest.
Her mouth opened, closed, opened again to a little "O"
then she placed her hands on Paul's chest and said,
"They're beautiful." I looked over Paul's head, down
past his neck and saw Angela's hands kneading Paul's
small breasts.
He had breasts! Complete with small erect nipples.
These didn't look like the vestigial nipples on males
but more like small developed female nipples and
breasts. Paul was obviously loving it, as well as
loving my cock still buried in his ass. He started
rocking in time to Angela's hands, pressing back onto
me. Angela rubbed her fingertips over Paul's erect
nipples.
I heard a groan, looked over and saw that the big dog
had finally gotten off Barry. He had collapsed onto the
floor on his side. There was this enormous big smile on
his face, teeth showing, eyes closed. He was clearly in
heaven. He was also in great need for his cock was
stiff as a surfboard. Across the room, I saw that the
two other dogs had stopped licking and one had just
mounted the other.
The big dog that had been fucking Paul backed up to the
lower dog and that dog then proceeded to mount the big
dog. I had heard that dogs sometimes do this when very
aroused, line up in a chain, cock in ass, starting with
the one whose cock was in the bitch. I never thought
I'd see it. They started that rapid doggy fucking that
so intrigues me. I remembered how good it felt.
I pulled out of Paul, went over and crouched above
Barry. I knelt down, put my arms around him and hugged,
making soothing, cooing noises. He turned over on his
back and hugged me in return. I stepped over him,
raised myself up and lowered myself onto his cock. My
own cock had softened and pretty much retracted back
into my slit so it didn't hinder what I was doing.
I leaned down, kissed Barry, and gently pressed my hips
down, taking his cock smoothly into me. He groaned. I
felt my cunt grab onto it and start milking it just as
I had done to the dog and just as Paul had done to me.
I then sat straight up, placed my hands on Barry's
chest and started moving on top of him. First sliding
forward then backwards, then I began to move up and
down. As I said before, this type of movement had never
done anything for me but since 'the change', it really
turned me on and felt magnificent. The cock rubbing
inside me was almost as powerful as my own cock sliding
in and out of Angela or Paul.
Speaking of whom, both of them had come down to the
floor next to us. Paul got on his back next to Barry,
Angela on top of him but not astride as I was. Paul's
left hand touched Barry's right. She laid down on him,
mashing her breasts on his chest. Paul opened his legs,
raised his knees as I had done so many countless times
and Angela slid her cock into him.
She closed her legs and started fucking steadily. As
she did this she turned her blonde head, looked up at
me and smiled. I grinned back. Great communication,
this. A definite, "I love you. I love this. I love
them." And I realized that, yes, I did love them. Aaron
was still my first, foremost and strongest love and
Angela my second, but these two men were also now part
of something special, something wonderful happening to
all of us, something that would bring us together as no
group of people had ever bonded before.
Chapter Ten: Race Against Time
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Now while the rest of my little group was having the
time of their lives, please remember that Vargas and I
were out on the Antarctic ice shelf on snowmobiles in
the middle of a blizzard. Okay, the blizzard was
starting to fade, but a good day at the bottom of the
world is bad enough when you are out in the middle of
it. Since you are all probably reading this for the sex
and not my excellent prose, I will bore you with most
of the details of our insane dash across hundreds of
miles of ice.
It is all pretty much a blur anyway. I mean, you are
going almost eighty miles an hour over mostly
featureless terrain so not much stands out. Since I
don't want to upset animal lovers, I won't go into
detail about the penguin rookery (flock, herd?) that we
plowed through. I am pretty sure we missed most of
them. We lost the other snowmobile and almost Vargas
too less than fifty miles outside of McMurdo when he
hit a patch of ice that was covering a very deep
crevasse.
He somehow managed to leap out of the driver's seat and
grab the edge of the cliff before he followed his
vehicle into black space. I have to say that his
collection of Spanish curse words is amazing. My ride
cut out on us less than ten miles from the town, but
from there it was a surprisingly easy trek to
civilization. I credit our newly changed bodies with
helping us survive both the trip and the final hike.
While we both felt cold as hell, we never seemed to
feel the discomfort that you would have expected in
such extreme conditions.
Now as I may have mentioned much earlier, McMurdo is
hardly a booming metropolis. It is closer to size and
feel to some small country town out in the middle of
nowhere. I was confident that we could find our quarry
because, quite frankly, there wasn't that many places
to search. My hope was that the storm had kept him
isolated if he had actually managed to make it this
far. If it had, then we could snag him, reclaim the cat
and get back to the base.
If he had somehow managed to infect a large number of
people, it would become a lot more difficult to manage.
My hope that Langdon had gotten lost in the storm was
destroyed when we found the cat parked outside of
McMurdo's only hotel. I use the word hotel with some
kindness. It was actually a small one story building
that served as a sort of check in and restaurant with a
dozen or so small Quonset huts spread around it.
I remembered reading in my handbook that each hut
served as a room with its own small furnace and
bathroom. "Hokay, he's gotta be in one of those huts,"
Vargas said. "Now how we do find out which one with out
exposing other people to us?"
I just grinned at him and pulled out my cell phone. He
gave me a look that questioned my sanity as I dialed
information. "McMurdo, Antarctica please. Yes I need
the phone number for the Hotel National please."
After getting the number, I dialed the front desk and
asked which room the Langdon party was staying in.
After that, it was a simple matter of finding the
properly numbered room.
"Amigo there is no way in hell that should have worked.
Dios must love you very much."
I just shrugged and jimmied the door using a pry bar
from the cat. We shoved the door open and jumped
inside, ready for a fight since Langdon had become
violent earlier. We were not ready for what we saw. Now
as an aside, I have to say that the room was actually
very nice. If you ignored the rounded metal ceiling of
the hut, it looked like a good priced room back in the
states. It had nice carpeting and colorful curtains and
a king sized bed that pretty much dominated one wall.
It was a surprise to me that someone had spent so much
effort on a room that might only be used once or twice
a year.
Okay, aside over. When we burst into the room, we saw
Langdon laying face down on the floor. From the angle
of the body and the way he laid there, I guessed that
he was dead. Of course, from the smile on his face I
suspected that I knew how he had died. I was distracted
from the thought of a man literally fucking himself to
death by scene on the bed.
I recognized the woman from the photo of Langdon's
wife. She was an attractive woman in her mid-forties
with graying brown hair and a nice body that showed
signs of exercise on a regular basis. The other girl
was much younger, probably about seventeen or so. She
had the woman's pretty hair and nice body. Her facial
features reminded me more of Langdon so I assumed that
she was probably their daughter. I heard Vargas mutter
something in Spanish that sounded like "Holy Shit." I
seconded his analysis of the situation.
The older woman was kneeling over the girl's head and
the girl was hungrily licking at her soaked pussy. The
woman was grinding down on her face making loud moans
and squeezing her breasts while twisting her nipples.
One of the girl's hands was gripping the woman's ass
like she was afraid it would escape and the other hand
was in between her own legs fingering her slit
furiously.
I felt my cock get rock hard in seconds and realized
that the musk that had come to be so familiar filled
pretty much every single inch of airspace in the room.
Almost without thinking, I began stripping off my parka
and clothes. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed
that Vargas was doing the same thing.
(Okay for those of you who are probably thinking that
this was incredibly callous of us, you are absolutely
right. There was a dead man on the floor and we were
about to screw his wife and daughter. Maybe I hadn't
known Langdon long, but I had come to respect the man
and he truly hadn't done anything to deserve what had
happened to him. We should have wrapped the body up,
gotten the women dressed and gotten the hell out of
there. However, the room was filled with the sex musk
which drove Vargas and me into a breeding frenzy and
there were two available females just waiting for us. I
can honestly say that there was no thought in my head
except for getting my cock into one of them.)
It was a race to the bed and I won by about two inches.
(Small penis joke there or is that a large penis joke?)
I grabbed the woman and tossed her off of the girl onto
the bed. A split second later, Vargas was between her
legs with his cock jammed inside of her. The girl
blinked up at me with a confused look on her face. Her
entire head was coated in leakage from her mom's pussy
and even in her confusion; she was still licking at
what she could reach with her tongue. I just smiled
down at her and crawled between her legs. A copious
amount of sperm was already leaking from her pussy so I
suspected that her father had fucked her at least once
before his collapse.
I was able to slide my cock inside her with almost no
effort at all. Both daughter and mother let out nearly
simultaneous moans of pleasure as Vargas and I slid
home. I don't know if was the almost overdose level of
musk in the air or the sheer excitement of having
survived one of the most insane things I have even done
before, but I was hornier than I had ever been before
and after the events of the past few days, that was
saying something. I leaned down slightly and placed my
hands on her apple sized breasts as I began to royally
fuck her.
There was no finesse this time, no gentleness of any
kind as I screwed her. I fucked her as hard and as fast
as the dogs must have done to Vargas. Our hip bones
literally made thumping sounds as we came together on
each thrust. My balls, which felt absolutely huge, were
slapping against her pert little ass as I jammed as
much of my cock into her on each stroke. Instead of
complaining or resisting, the girl jammed her hips up
to meet each thrust.
I was really getting into fucking this eager little
girl when I heard Vargas groan loudly beside me. I
deduced from the sound that he had just dumped his load
deep inside of the woman. I was just getting started
myself and was nowhere near cumming inside of my
partner despite the fact that she was having multiple
orgasms around my cock. I started twisting her nipples
the way that April liked and this made her practically
scream in ecstasy and her cunt muscles started
squeezing my cock.
Just then, I felt the bed shift slightly and felt some
very strong arms wrap around my shoulders. I could hear
Vargas breathing heavy behind me and something very
hard and wet pressing against my ass cheeks. A quick
glance over to my left told me that the woman had
collapsed onto the bed and passed out from pleasure.
This meant that Vargas was still locked into the
breeding frenzy inspired by the musk and, with the
position that we were in; mine was the only available
hole.
Amazingly enough, through all the sex I had experienced
up to this point, I had never been on the receiving end
of anal sex. I had fucked Vargas and Paul, but never
gotten it in return. So needless to say I was a little
surprised when Vargas grabbed onto my hips and jammed
all of his cock into me with one stroke. God it felt
good! I felt like my cock grew another three inches
from the sheer pleasure of feeling that long hard piece
of meat slide into me. I was as slick if not slicker
than the girl I was screwing and I could feel every
single inch of it as he went inside of me.
I could barely focus on the girl in front of me as he
started moving in and out. I just kind of knelt there
and let him fuck me, loving the feel of his balls
slapping against my ass. The girl must have felt
neglected because she started moaning underneath me and
shoving her hips up to encourage me. "Easy, Amigo, just
relax and let me do the driving this time," Vargas
whispered in my ears. He reached around me and grabbed
the girl's hips and literally started fucking her with
my dick.
Now unless you are bi-sexual yourself, you cannot
imagine the amazing feeling of someone fucking you
while you are fucking someone else. It felt incredible
as Vargas' cock rubbed against my prostate and his
thrusts shoved me into her. I literally lost all
control of my body and simply hung between the two of
them while he screwed her.
I thought it couldn't feel any better, but just as I
felt the cum boiling in my balls, I felt my ass muscles
grab onto Vargas' cock and I definitely felt his cock
elongate inside of me as it turned upwards slightly and
slid home. I literally screamed like a girl as I came
inside of her when I felt Vargas pump his load inside
of me. We orgasmed for what felt like hours before
Vargas and I went soft. He dropped back onto the bed
which freed me to fall to one side. I doubt either of
us could have moved even if the world was coming to an
end.
It took us almost three hours to recover and get any
useful information from the women. The wife, Sheila,
told me that Langdon had called them and found out
which room that they were staying in and had come
directly there from the base. She had invited their
daughter to come with her as a surprise for him since
she had been away at school in Europe for nearly a
year. When he had arrived, he had been like a madman
and had practically raped her in front of the girl. She
had no clear recollections from then until we had
gotten them cleaned up and calmed down.
This was a relief to me since if Langdon had come
directly to the room; he would have had little to no
interaction with anyone else. This reduced the chances
of an infection to practically zero. Now I just had to
deal with the consequences of Langdon's actions.
It was surprisingly easy to convince Sheila and the
daughter, Marie to come with us back to the base. Once
again, I noticed that strange acceptance of my orders
and directions that I had noticed earlier in Paul and
Barry. I was beginning to formulate a theory on much of
what was happening to us, but further analysis would
have to wait.
Vargas went out and checked out the cat while I got
Langdon's body ready to take back. I took all the
sheets off the bed and wrapped him up in it. I ordered
the women to clean as much of the room as possible to
eliminate as much of the musk and other aspects of Homo
Enigma. When we had transferred the body to the cat and
gotten them comfortable, I went back inside and opened
the one window in the hut and left the door standing
wide open.
I hoped that the freezing cold would finish off any
possible mutagenic effects that might linger in the
room. I pondered for a moment setting fire to the
place, but decided against it. The cat wasn't the
fastest vehicle in the world and with the weather
finally clearing, it would be too easy to track us and
catch us. I just had to pray to God that nothing would
remain of us once the cold had done its job. It wasn't
the best of plans, but it was the only one I could come
up with.
Compared to our race to McMurdo, the drive back was
relatively relaxing and uneventful. The ladies curled
up in the back while Vargas and I took turns driving.
We had just enough fuel to get us back to the base and
I had never been more glad to get to the middle of
nowhere before in my life. I pulled the cat right up to
the garage doors and we each carried a lady through the
three feet of snow to the doors. Of course, you can
imagine what we saw once we were inside. Pretty much
the entire population of the base, including the dogs,
spread across the floor in the midst of an orgy that
would have done any porn producer proud.
Well, you can imagine what happened next so I won't go
into details. Needless to say that it was a long time
later before we got around to bringing the body inside.
Epilogue:
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I guess that is pretty much the end of the story or at
least the interesting parts. Like I said when I began
all of this, I never intended to change the world. My
life time goal had always been to find a nice girl, get
married and get a nice cushy tenured job somewhere. I
never really wanted to be famous, just happy. I guess
fate had other ideas for me.
It took weeks to get everything sorted out and get
everyone up to speed on what was going on. By then, our
bodies had finished all of the changes they were going
through and things had returned to some semblance of
normalcy. The uproar and anger that I had anticipated
once everyone found out what had happened to them never
arrived. Everyone seemed accepting and even happy about
the radical changes that had affected everyone.
I'm not sure to this day if it was some sort of affect
of the hormones and chemicals pumping through our
bodies or just a matter of "water and bridges" like
Vargas had said.
By the end of the adjustment period, everyone at the
base was pregnant except me. No matter how many times I
got screwed, I never got knocked up. I deduced that it
was a function of the mutation where the dominant
member of the family grouping remained more able to
protect the other members during pregnancy.
Since I had been the first one to be altered by the
Enigma Effect, I became the Alpha of the group. Like I
had observed earlier, everyone seemed to defer to me in
pretty much everything, so the Alpha influence was
obviously transmitted via the pheromone musk that we
all produced.
During the adjustment period, I did learn one sad note.
Doctor Asburg, who had taken the specimens we had
gathered back to McMurdo for transport to the states,
died. Apparently his plane got caught in a massive
storm squall off the Antarctic coast and it went down
with no survivors. As saddening as this was, it was
also a relief. I had been paranoid that if the cadavers
got back to the states, that some accident prone grad
student might have sparked the exact same chain of
events that had happened here.
Admittedly, there was a one in a billion chance that
the Enigma chromosome could find its way into the food
chain and slowly work its way upwards to man, but it
was doubtful and even if it did, it would take
thousands of years to do so. I figured those were good
odds and stopped worrying about it.
Once the changes had finished, we began to ponder what
to do. We couldn't very well return to normal society.
Once in amongst Homo sapiens, our pheromones would have
started a chain reaction, spreading across the world in
a true pandemic. None of us had any wish to cause the
extinction of the human race or start a war that we
couldn't possibly win and war would be inevitable.
It is a simple lesson of history that when an advanced
species encounters a lesser advanced species, war or
extinction is the natural result. Neanderthal was
replaced by Homo sapiens just like Neanderthal replaced
earlier man. Homo Enigma would devastate Home Sapiens
just by existing and Homo sapiens would not go quietly.
A part of me likes to believe that our genetic
benefactors felt the same way I did. Imagine, early
Homo Enigma with brain capacity light years ahead of
their brethren with bodies that were stronger, more
durable and healthier than Australopithecus. There is
no reason why they shouldn't have become the dominant
species. I like to believe that Homo Enigma wanted no
war, no violence with only a desire to live in peace.
So they left their less evolved brothers and wound up
perishing before they could thrive. This is kind of
what we wound up doing without the perishing part that
is.
With Angela and Barry's help, I developed a sort of
hormone blocker that prevented us from manufacturing
the musk which was how our very invasive mutagen was
spread. That done, we returned to the outside world
with a plan. A slightly crazy plan, but a plan
nonetheless.
The next decade could fill a few dozen books, some porn
and some comedy. With our newly enhanced minds, it only
took about a year of working the stock market to get
the money we needed. After that it was a matter of
developing the technology we needed without anyone
getting the wiser while keeping our raging hormones
under control. I won't say it was completely
successful. The time that Elvis got lost and found by
some college girls comes to mind.
Three days with his blocker injections, one horny and
very intelligent dog was the king stud of a group of
five happy bitches. Needless to say, they joined our
family. The puppies were cute though. I won't even go
into the time that the injection for Paul turned out to
be bad and actually had the reverse effect. Luckily,
the restaurant he was at wasn't very crowded.
By the time our plan was ready to be enacted, our
little family wasn't nearly so little anymore. Between
the original members, the offspring and the accidental
recruitments, we had grown to over a hundred. Luckily,
our plan allowed for lots of leeway.
Now, of course, you are wondering what the plan was?
Simple, instead of competing with you all, we moved.
With almost unlimited money and the resources of a very
grateful foreign nation who stands to make great
strides in certain areas of technology very soon, we
built a very large space ship and moved to Mars.
We are now in the process of slowly terra forming the
red planet into a place where our new/old race can call
home. It isn't easy and not something that is going to
happen over night. Slowly melting the polar caps to
release carbon dioxide, using the recycled parts of our
migration ship to shift comets out of deep space orbits
to bring much needed water and minerals and trying to
survive on a hostile world while we do it is not a
simple matter.
Still, it's working and within twenty years or so, Mars
will be much greener and habitable. Homo Enigma has
come home. So that's it. The end of the tale or at
least the end of it for now. After the birth of my
third son, I felt the urge to share the story with our
kin back on Earth, so I typed it up and beamed it back
to our old world where it would find its way into the
internet and to your eyes.
I realize that you probably think that this is just
another internet story. You believe that this could
have never happened. Well, maybe you are right. Maybe I
am just some lonely guy writing up his own personal
fantasies for the entire world to see. Maybe so or
maybe I am telling the truth.
Either way I leave it up to you to decide. Just one
thought in parting though. Don't be too surprised one
day in the not so distant future when you guys send up
one of your probes to stare around at the Martian
surface and find one of us staring right back at you.
THE END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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