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New Ark
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
All the adult men on a starship die of a mysterious
illness and a small group of surviving boys must
copulate with the remaining women and girls to
replenish the population. Naturally sexual mores
change and social complications develop. The sex
scenes are graphic. Because of the limited number of
fertile males, incest is encouraged. Based on "Ad
Astra," a story written by Sakka and published in
Kristen's Archives in 2001. (m+F+, inc, 1st, rom, sci-
fi, preg)
***
This story was written as a collaborative venture by
soon to be unemployed NASA engineers taking a semester
long writing seminar at a major Florida university.
The termination of the Space Shuttle program required
a substantial reduction in the engineering staff. The
students in the seminar were preparing themselves for
jobs in the civilian sector. All had engineering
degrees or advanced science degrees. None intended to
be creative writers. They enrolled in the seminar to
loosen up their writing styles - to break free of the
science/tech format which was a requisite of their
previous work.
Several proposed topics were presented, . Students
were required to submit a weekly anonymous
contribution of at least 1000 words to either an
adventure story, a detective story, a romance, or a
sex story file on our classroom computer. Each student
used a self-selected code to assure anonymity. The sex
story file elicited the most interest and was by far
the longest.
The file was open for all the seminar students to read
and at the end of each week the style of story and the
quality of writing, but not the content, was discussed
in class.
Each story file started with several seed paragraphs
and plot. The contributors could modify the plot and
advance the story as they desired. The sex story was
based on a ten year old Kristen's Archive story "Ad
Astra Per Aspera" written by Sakka. The premise was
that disease decimated the entire male population of a
starship and that a handful of surviving boys are
called on to help repopulate the vessel.
There were twelve students in the seminar, seven men
and five women, ranging in age from 24 to 38. I had no
idea what their sexual preferences were, although
their biases might become apparent from their
contributions. The first few chapters of the story
were not particularly original. Indeed, the
description of the starship was strongly influenced by
their actual work experience. But after a while they
got into it and started generating original material.
When the story was completed, it was edited only to
clean up the grammar and spelling and to smooth
transitions between segments. No alterations in
content or plot were made. The story is curiously
analytic and descriptive for porn. But remember, these
were engineers, not poets.
Here is the story:
PART ONE
The starship "New Ark" has been my home for almost
seventy years; I was orphaned by the Hemisphere Wars
when I was a baby, but my parents, who were
influential in the Green Earth Society, made
provisions to have me taken aboard the giant
interstellar vessel when the world political situation
deteriorated. After my parent's death I was adopted by
a young family with two daughters, also members of the
society, and raised as their own child.
Earth had descended into a state of almost perpetual
warfare with major conflicts spaced about 20 years
apart. Just long enough so that the generation that
fought the previous war could forget about the horrors
of combat and send their children off to fight the
next war. Most of the conflicts were caused directly
or indirectly by nations who saw warfare as a way of
guaranteeing access to oil, water, and minerals,
increasing profits of domestic industry and opening
previously closed markets.
The Green Earth Society was dedicated to restoring
Earth's woodlands, seas, and prairies to a state where
humanity could live and prosper in dignity. This
agenda ran afoul of the vested interests of industry
and commerce whose own agenda was full exploitation of
natural resources.
Governments allied with the short term goals of
commercial interests harassed and impeded the efforts
of the Green Earth Society. People took sides.
Conflicts erupted and eventually grew into what would
be known as the Hemisphere Wars where nations tried to
secure their necessary resources by force. Earth was
in chaos. Weapons of mass destruction were widely
used, killing millions, including my parents.
The members of the Green Earth Society wisely chose to
avoid alliance with either side of the global
conflict. Instead they embarked on the ambitious task
of creating a spaceship which would colonize one of
the newly discovered extra solar system planets
capable of supporting human life. Mars, the closest
planet in the solar system, had already been settled
and was divided up into factions which mirrored those
on Earth.
Late in the 21st century probes that had been sent out
decades earlier returned with the information that
several nearby star systems had potentially habitable
planets with liquid water. The closest star system to
Earth, Alpha Centauri, had two such planets. Alpha
Centauri was really a double star system. Alpha
Centauri A, the bigger star, had an earthlike planet
in its habitable zone. Alpha Centauri B, the smaller
star, had an earthlike planet at roughly the distance
of the orbit of Venus in our own Solar System.
The planet chosen as our destination was the planet
orbiting Alpha Centauri A, our closest stellar
neighbor. It was in in the star's Goldilock's zone, at
a distance of roughly 1.3 AU, just slightly greater
than Earth's orbit around our Sun, it had an oxygen
rich atmosphere and large expanses of liquid water.
The probes detected vegetation but no animal life.
Conditions might be strange but no serious sources of
toxicity were apparent. The fallback landfall was the
planet around Alpha Centauri B.
Our transportation to the stars was a huge spaceship,
assembled in orbit. While not constructed in secret,
it escaped the immediate attention of national
authorities. Most were more concerned about supporting
their own military establishments. Besides many felt
that it distracted members of the Green Earth Society
from the political concerns of the day and, when
launched, would be manned by many of the more active
members of the society. Officials of the warring
governments saw it as a win/win situation.
"New Ark" is basically a spaceship designed to rotate
slowly and create artificial gravity for up to 3,000
people living inside. We didn't need that many people
for the voyage but we wanted to have a sufficient
number to insure that our colony would be successful.
From outside the New Ark must look like a giant wagon
wheel on a long axle, slowly spinning on its axis as
it makes its way through space. People live on the
inner surface of the rim of the wheel where the
gravity is greatest, about 60% of Earth's gravity. The
axle is the long central core of the ship, nearly half
a kilometer in diameter, which houses all the
equipment necessary to support life aboard. The wheel
is a circular ring, 6 kilometers in diameter and
almost 5 kilometers thick attached to the central axle
by 24 thick spokes.
The ring itself is constructed like a large layer
cake. The foremost layer, nearly half a kilometer
deep, houses supplies, and raw materials. It also
provides shielding against both radiation and
micrometeorites which might be swept up by the ship's
passage. The four kilometer broad middle layer is the
habitable space.
The aft most section of the rim contains all the life
support equipment necessary to keep the ship
functioning for an indeterminate time and provides
additional radiation shielding. Most of the ship's
atomic power generating equipment is contained in a
bulbous compartment at the rear end of the core,
heavily shielded from the living area.
The ship was assembled in orbit. Sub assembles were
lifted by space freight elevators that had been
developed earlier in the century to supply solar
system colonies. The New Ark sounds big but in reality
the total mass was no greater than that of a large
cruise ship or a twentieth century battleship.
Aluminum is much lighter than steel and there is no
need for 12 inch thick armor plate. Structural
elements were thin, about like a conventional
airplane. The acceleration forces on a trip to the
stars would be very low and the ship was never
intended to land on a planet.
Heavy supplies like water and building materials that
didn't mind high acceleration were packed in
containers and boosted into orbit by a mass driver
constructed into the side of a Peruvian mountain.
Fortunately a number of very wealthy people were
interested in the program of the Green Earth Society.
Money was never a problem.
I was told that the ship was constructed by building
individual wedges which formed sections of the wheel
rim. Each was moved into position and fastened in
place. The walls between wedges helped support the
ship's structure against the forces of air internal
pressure and our rotational "gravity." In addition,
the wedges served as a safety feature against the
perils of space. In the event that a rogue meteor
punctured one of the compartments, the openings
between that compartment and its neighbors could be
closed and people evacuated to the safe areas while
the breached compartment was being repaired.
Strategically placed light fixtures on the surface of
the innermost portion of the wheel rim provided an
illumination designed to mimic Earth's sunlight. The
climate in each compartment could be individually
adjusted. The compartments devoted to agriculture were
kept warmer and more humid than the remainder of the
ship. The lighting was also brighter and the lights
kept on constantly for a longer growing season.
Glass windowed observation rooms were scattered along
the rim of the living area. These were not actually
necessary but the designers figured that being able to
look at the heavens outside would make people realize
that the universe was bigger than the interior of the
New Ark. It would stop crew members from forgetting
the purpose of their voyage. The "glass" of the
observation rooms was actually a multilayered glass/
plastic composite every bit as tough as the metal
walls of the ship. However it was not impervious to
hard radiation and the rooms were evacuated during
solar and stellar flare ups. I spent a lot of time in
the observation rooms looking out at the stars.
Fastened to the outside of the starship were a number
of shuttle craft designed to ferry people and supplies
to the surface of the planet when we reached our
destination. I imagine that they could also be used as
lifeboats in case something catastrophic happened to
the New Ark but since we would be traveling most of
our voyage in deep space, there would be nowhere to
go.
At the very front of the spaceship was a large
combined laser and radar. The radar detected solid
objects in our path and the laser was used to either
disintegrate them or nudge them out of our path. One
of the engineers on board told me that the idea was
inspired by the Startrek TV shows of his youth.
Although I barely remembered the cities of Earth, the
older people said the inside of the New Ark resembled
a quiet suburb or small town, with small apartment
blocks, parks, farms and rivers filling the inner
surface of the ring. The temperature was balmy, the
light even and well diffused. My stepmother said it
was like springtime in New England. I didn't remember
much about spring or winter.
The designers made full use of stagecraft tricks to
provide the illusion that the interior was much larger
than its actual dimensions. But there was actually
plenty of space for everybody. According to the old
timers, it was like living in a small town.
Given the ring's diameter, the ship provided about 75
square kilometers of living area. When fully manned,
the population density would be roughly that of the
Hawaiian Islands, about the same as that of a rural
village. All I knew is that it was a nice place to
live.
The New Ark was intended to be the first of a series
of starships to colonize earthlike planets. The crew
was carefully selected to provide a mix of skills and
capabilities suited for colonization. There were
geologists, farmers, builders, scientists, medical
personnel, artists, musicians, teachers - in short
everyone necessary to run a well ordered community.
Those chosen were of all ethnic groups and
nationalities. All were young enough to have several
decades of productive life after we reached our
destination.
What was most important was that they had to be
willing to go on a trip from which there was no
return. They would have to sever all ties with
friends, relatives, and careers on Earth and face the
challenge of the unknown. Conditions on Earth were
getting so bad that there was no shortage of
candidates. Unfortunately while the New Ark was the
first starship, it was the only starship. There was no
follow-up.
Originally, "New Ark" was propelled by a light sail, a
vast parachute rig of very thin reflective plastic
sheeting, designed to catch photons beamed at the ship
from a laser in Earth's orbit. The light sail was
designed to enable the New Ark to reach 15% of light
speed for the journey. Had it done so the trip to
Alpha Centauri, 4.37 light years distant, would take
less than 30 years. Unfortunately we lost the laser
just a year into the journey. The New Ark had only
reached slightly more than 1% of light speed when
propulsion failed.
News broadcasts from Earth informed us that the laser
had been disabled by forces of the Euro Federation.
Military governments of Earth were strongly opposed to
the Green Earth Society. There was no possibility of
turning back and it was unlikely that the Euro
Federation would launch a rescue mission. Our only
course was to continue on. But without additional
propulsive power a trip to Alpha Centauri A that
should have taken half of my lifetime would take
several centuries.
New Ark is now a generation starship although it
wasn't intended to be. We knew that the ship's
supplies would be sufficient for the 30 year voyage to
the nearest inhabitable planet of the binary star
Alpha Centauri system. Extra supplies were on board to
support a startup colony until it could become self-
sufficient. But the failure of the laser forced a
change in plans. The ship was reconfigured during the
early stage of the voyage to last much longer. The ion
drive designed to slow us down as we neared our
destination was converted to a main propulsion unit.
It didn't have much thrust but it would serve to carry
us to Alpha Centauri A in about 400 years.
The New Ark needed a lot of electrical power both for
the ion drive and to maintain all its systems. This
was a case where the designers did themselves proud.
The power was supplied by a bank of thorium fueled
nuclear reactors. Each one was more than sufficient to
supply the needs of the starship and used
sequentially, they should last more than long enough.
One of our engineers calculated that we had enough
power for 1000 years at a minimum, maybe even much
longer. I sure hope our voyage doesn't take that long.
Everyone on the ship already knows all this but this
record may survive our interstellar journey. I've
written it from a purely personal perspective,
describing all the intimate details of my early life
aboard from the ages of 14 through my mid-20s. It is
primarily a record of my teen and early adult years.
I'm getting on in age so I'm writing it down now
before I forget all the details. I would caution
readers that it is not suitable for children. Social
and sexual mores have changed a lot since we embarked
and I might be looking at things from the perspective
of a senior citizen. Still, a personal record may be
useful for historians of the future. Imagine how
delighted an Earth historian would be to find a diary
of a teen aged resident of Athens during the Golden
Age.
The disabling of the light sail propulsion system
wasn't the end of our problems. Several years after
the laser went down, the men and boys on the ship
started dying. Within a year they were all dead. It
appeared that the Euro Federation had planted a
biological time bomb, sabotaging our life support
system with an engineered plague virus. The virus was
specifically aimed at males, attacking the Y
chromosome, and only about 50 young boys survived. I
was one of them. As it happened, all of the children
in my school were quarantined in the ship's hospital
with a particularly severe strain of Asian influenza.
The hospital, in one of the airtight compartments
aboard New Ark, was isolated from the rest of the
vessel. Ironically that disease, also foisted on us by
the Euro Federation, saved my life.
The starship's population was now a fraction of what
was originally intended, few enough so that the ship's
resources could be made to last for an indefinite
period. Everything was recycled. Water was purified
and reused. Waste products were reconverted into their
basic components and used as raw materials or as
fertilizer. Areas originally designated as park land
were now repurposed as high yielding farmland, both to
augment the food supply and provide a breathable
atmosphere. The bodies of crew members who died were
recycled too. Nothing was wasted.
It was expected that births during the final years of
the voyage would increase the population to the ship's
capacity, a population sufficient to colonize a new
world.
Like all modern spaceships, New Ark's critical
functions were controlled by computers. Manual backups
were provided for emergencies. Immediately after the
plague all the computers were shut down and the manual
controls activated in case the computer programs had
been sabotaged as well. Every computer mediated
function, and there were many of them, was carefully
analyzed and new software written before it was
brought back on line.
I stayed in the sealed hospital ward with other boys,
ages 10 to 14, while the ship's women systematically
flushed the plague virus from the life support system,
and tossed the corpses of their fathers, brothers,
sons and husbands into the recycling system. When I
was finally let out of the hospital, now 11, I found I
was treated like a priceless jewel.
Girls fussed over me, and women intervened whenever it
looked like I might be doing anything remotely
dangerous.
But it was the same with all the other boys. We
represented the only hope for the population's
survival. I didn't understand that at the time. All I
could see was how traumatized my stepmother was with
the death of her husband, and how much my stepsisters
Jane and Eva, ages 12 and 13, missed their dad. It
took almost a year before our family returned to
something like normalcy. We were very close knit
family. Mom was very loving and kind, Eva, an
irrepressible extrovert, Jane, a serious student. Me,
just a boy. We joked, played tricks on each other, and
loved each other deeply. By a curious coincidence Eva
and I had birthdays on the same day and Jane's was
only a couple of days later. We celebrated out mutual
birthdays in a familial party which bonded us even
closer together.
After a catastrophe like the plague, things were never
really normal again. Women took over all the jobs men
used to have, from tending out hydroponic farms, to
life support maintenance, to ship mechanics, and we
boys continued to be pampered.
Physical exercise was part of our daily regime but we
boys were forbidden to engage in sports where we might
get hurt. No fighting or wrestling, no sports
involving throwing hard balls, naturally no football.
We did a lot of running, swimming in our miniature
lake, calisthenics and even gymnastics. The lower
gravity aboard the New Ark made some of the gymnastics
routines spectacular.
We read a lot, actually from computer and tablet
screens, since paper was a precious commodity. We
watched videos, mostly educational. We listened to
music or tried to learn a musical instrument. I had no
real talent for that. While we boys were held in
protective custody, the girls seemed to have all the
fun.
Boys became somewhat of a curiosity, especially to
young girls. Every week or so my sisters would come
into my bedroom at night and ask to see my sexual
parts. They were so different from their own. Eva, my
eldest stepsister would fondle my penis and was always
amused when it became erect. One night she rubbed it
to see if my little cock would actually emit some of
the semen that she had learned about in her biology
class. All she got was a little thick, slippery,
colorless fluid. I, in turn, got my first tiny climax.
But both of us liked what she did. Over the next two
years, until I was 13, Eva would occasionally come
into my room at night for a little game of mutual
exploration. I learned that girls have a slit with
soft lips where boys have a penis. It was like a
little mouth. Eva let me touch her slit and her apple
sized breasts. She said that when I gently touched
them, it felt good. She really liked me to rub the
little bump at the front end of the slit. She wouldn't
let me put my finger inside though.
She, in turn would handle my penis. It had grown quite
a bit in the last two years, as had I. Mom said that
at 13 I was nearly as big as my stepdad. Eva seemed
fascinated by the head of my cock. My birth parents
were Jewish and I had been circumcised as a baby.
Circumcision had fallen out of fashion recently and
most of the boys in my class had normal foreskins. I
think it was the first time that Eva had ever seen a
naked cock head. She would hold my stiff penis in her
hand and rub it up and down, watching the head of my
cock turn big and red. I liked her to stroke it. I had
done it to myself. I even masturbated a bit. What boy
hasn't? But this was the first time another person had
ever touched me sexually.
One memorable night she came to my room and asked me
to suck her growing beasts and nipples. She said the
girls at school told her it would feel really nice. I
wrapped my lips around her nub and started sucking.
The nipple grew a little and got hard. She, in turn,
stroked my penis. We were both getting pretty excited
from this intimate contact. I reached my hand down and
rubbed her slit. I could feel it get wet and a bit
swollen. I caressed the little bump at the end of the
slit. By this time my penis was rock hard and both of
us were shaking and squirming. I sucked harder and had
nearly all of her apple sized boob in my mouth. Her
hand gripped my prick harder and moved faster. Each of
us was lost in pleasing the other.
I don't know how it happened, luck I guess, but both
of us had nearly simultaneous orgasms. Eva gasped and
muffled a scream. I spewed cum like a fountain. The
volume of my ejaculate really startled her. She
thought she had hurt me.
"No, Eva," I said. "I really liked it."
After we wiped up all the sticky cum, Eva kissed me on
the cheek. Then she leaned over and kissed the end of
my cock.
"Can I come back tomorrow?" she asked. I said I hoped
she would.
I have no doubt that she would have come back
regularly and we probably would have ended up making
love to each other but a strange thing happened.
Women became pregnant all over the ship. That included
my 8th grade teacher, our school principal, and my
stepmother. It was three years after the men had died.
Mom was embarrassed, she didn't even tell me until she
was six months along, and it was pretty obvious
something had happened.
"But how can you have a baby without Dad?"
"Oh, David," Mom said, embracing me as best she could,
with her swollen belly between us; "Mommy had to have
some help, now that your Dad is gone..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, the plague took away all our men," Mom said,
tearfully, "but we have to have babies to keep the
colony alive..."
"So?"
"So Mommy had to have some help... to make another
baby..."
Mom didn't clarify that. She was pretty upset talking
about it. But I soon got a full run-down on the
situation. At the age of 14, just after I started the
9th grade, my beautiful teacher, the widowed Mrs. Amy
Bergen, took me aside for a private meeting after
school. I felt a little awkward about that although I
had only just entered her class.
I had seen her around the school before. When I first
discovered masturbation a year earlier, she figured
prominently in my fantasies. She was a very young
looking woman, in her late 20s or early 30s I would
guess, who could have easily been mistaken for a
teenager. She had a pretty face and long red hair that
she kept swept back with a barrette. Large breasts and
sexy legs, generally complemented by strappy high-
heeled sandals, made her seem out of place in a
classroom. Particularly her legs. They were
spectacular. Her calves were full and nicely shaped.
Her thighs were muscular pillars of flesh that
terminated in a compact rounded butt. I didn't see all
this directly, of course, but her mini skirt left
little to the imagination.
She looked like she belonged in a Broadway show rather
than on an interstellar spacecraft. Every boy in
school had a crush on her. Prior to our departure from
Earth she had been a dancer but now she was our
teacher. Although pornographic material was forbidden
aboard the spacecraft, some of the boys had girlie
magazines, almost certainly inherited from deceased
male relatives. Mrs. Bergen looked just like the
centerfolds in some of the magazines.
"Did you want to see me, Mrs. Bergen?"
"Oh yes," she said, inviting me to take a seat
opposite hers.
"David, have you heard of the Seed Project?"
"The what...?"
"Well, I'm sure you've noticed that a lot of our women
have been having babies recently. To be frank, that's
because Captain Scotia has ordered a crash-breeding
program to reconstitute our male population. All our
surviving males ages 14 and up are being asked to
copulate with random, anonymous partners."
At this point, Mrs. Bergen crossed her legs. I could
hear the slight swish as one thigh moved over the
other and I felt dizzy, both from catching a glimpse
of her panties beneath her skirt, and from trying to
understand what she was saying.
"We haven't involved the younger girls yet," she
continued, "but that'll be changing soon. What I need
to know is if you would be willing to have sex with
some of the women aboard so they can have babies."
Suddenly, thinking about the many older girls and
women I knew, I felt the blood draining from my head.
I thought about the girls I'd had crushes on, the 10th
grader Lara, my classmate Keiko Nakayama, Mrs. Bergen
herself. I nearly passed out. I tried to steady myself
as I leaned forward and my hand pressed against the
calf of Mrs. Bergen's crossed legs. It was the first
time I ever touched her.
"Easy there, David," Mrs. Bergen said, catching me as
I reeled in my seat; "it's not as exciting as you
think."
"Huh?" I said, woozily. I could smell Mrs. Bergen's
perfume, vaguely resembling a fresh field of wild
flowers, and recovered my senses.
"You'd have to do it in the dark," Mrs. Bergen
explained, "and there's no talking. It has to be
impersonal, so you and your partner don't recognize
each other."
"What if a girl...doesn't want to do it?"
"Well, that's not an option; the captain wants the
population built up now, before you boys get older and
families start re-forming with husbands and wives. You
can imagine, a husband wouldn't necessarily want his
wife to be going off to get poked by a random stranger
every weekend."
"Does this mean I can't have a girlfriend? Would that
be disruptive?"
"No," Mrs. Bergen said, smiling, "Project Seed is just
for the short-term; eventually, boys and girls will go
back to having normal lives."
"So, should I ask my Mom if it's okay?"
"No, she already knows we're having this talk. So what
do you say?"
"I think I'd like to do it," I said.
"Good man. I knew you'd be a team player."
She uncrossed her beautiful legs, breasts swaying a
bit as she rose from her chair and opened the door. I
almost passed out both from the sight and from the
idea of really having sex.
* * *
Somewhat sheepishly, I told Mom about Project Seed.
She blushed. Kissed me, and said that she already knew
all about it. That was where she had gotten pregnant
for her baby. My sisters were a lot more embarrassed.
They would be partners for someone too. But not me. I
was assured by Mrs. Bergen that the computer wouldn't
assign me to a close member of my family, a sibling or
a blood relative.
But who would be my first partner? I didn't know many
girls except for those in my class and my sisters. I
sort of liked Lara Basu. She was pretty, dark, had
deep black eyes but she was a full year older than me.
Keiko Nakamura was in my class. She had been my
science lab partner and we got along well. She was
beginning to grow breasts and had nice legs. I thought
she was quite attractive. She had a nice smile and a
sparkling laugh. But I didn't really know her that
well. We had only talked about science projects and
school work. She was Eurasian with a French mother and
a Japanese father. He had been the ship's chief
computer engineer until he died in the plague. Keiko
missed him terribly.
I wouldn't have minded if the computer assigned me to
my older sister, Eva, but that was unlikely. There
were at least 1000 women waiting to be impregnated so
the chances of getting any specific person would be
like winning a lottery.
So I waited, impatiently, for my first appointment
with a random partner. It would come the next weekend
at the Ship's Nursery where the anonymous coupling in
our area of the spaceship had been taking place. So,
irrationally, I stopped masturbating, wanting to be as
potent as possible.
Unfortunately, that meant my balls were positively
aching with pressure by the time I showed up for my
session, and the woman who greeted me could tell I was
feeling uncomfortable. A nursery worker, her name was
Selina Quintanilla, and she had a very maternal
manner, generous and comforting, complimented by her
nice chubby body, and a pair of positively gigantic
breasts.
"Are you my partner?" I asked, stupidly, as she guided
me into a bedchamber.
"No," she said, "I'm just here to show you how things
work."
The chamber, I noted, was softly lit with low red
light. It revealed a king-sized bed with plush sheets,
and some other minimal furniture. The walls were thick
and it seemed thoroughly soundproofed. Selina told me
that there were a number of similar chambers located
in other areas of the ship since one couldn't
accommodate the need.
"We'll turn down the lights all the way," she said
gently, "for your partner."
"Should I get undressed?"
"Here, let me help you," Selina said.
She said it so matter-of-factly, I didn't even think
to protest. A few moments later, I was sitting naked
on the side of the bed, with Selina standing fully
clothed beside me.
"Ma'am," I said, "what's it like...the first time?"
She smiled. "It'll be special. The girl knows it's
your first time."
"Well, geez," I said, "what if I cum too soon? I don't
want to embarrass her."
Again, the matronly Selina smiled. "Well, maybe I can
help a little," she said.
Then, to my utter amazement, she put her hand on my
shoulder, and pushed me onto my back on the bed. Then,
still fully clothed, she got on the bed with me,
straddling my hips, and took my cock in her hand; I
was rock-hard in a second, but before I could even
react, she lifted up her skirt with her free hand,
pulled her panties aside, and settled down on top of
me. I felt my drooling cock-head touch her velvety-
soft labia, then slip inside her as she sank downward,
sliding a wet sheath of fertile flesh down around my
stiff penis.
"Oh, fuck...!" I gasped, feeling the head of my dick
touch her cervix; I looked into her eyes--the eyes of
a mother, compassionate and loving--and exploded deep
inside her.
"Oh god...!" I grunted, suddenly grasping her hips and
thrusting upward; she took my thrusts, groaning
slightly as my sperm squirted into her belly. I felt
her inside muscles holding me, milking the cream from
my balls. Then it was done. I relaxed and she knelt
forward, still impaled on my cock, to kiss me on the
cheek.
"I'll give you a minute," she said, "then send her
in."
"Wait a minute," I said, "what if something happens,
or she wants me to stop?"
She startled me with a gentle pelvic thrust--squeezing
my cock.
"You see that green light beside the bed?" she said;
"Either one of you can touch that, and it will signal
that you're done."
"What will happen if I talk?" I asked. "Will somebody
throw me out?"
Again she squeezed my cock, gently, with her pussy.
"No. It's just not polite. And if you get too carried
away, we might not ask you to come back."
"Well, that wouldn't be good."
My gentle partner smiled, lifting back upright, and
sat there a long moment cradling my shaft inside her.
Then she rose up off me, and I lay there spent, for
the moment, as she departed. A moment later the lights
faded out completely, then the door slid open again
with a slight hiss.
I didn't know who she was. I made sure to keep quiet.
I wasn't sure quite how old she was either, but she
seemed to know what she was doing. In the dark, she
slid down beside me, and nuzzled my neck as she felt
for my penis. It was still slick. I think that
surprised her a little but I became instantly hard the
moment she touched me. That was the main thing she
cared about. She let me fondle her nice and firm
breasts then pulled me over on top of her. She ran her
hand up and down my penis as if assessing its size and
stiffness. Her fingers lingered a while on my cock
head, rubbing my pre-cum over the whole surface. Aware
of my "virginity", she gently guided my penis up to
her hole, then eased the tip inside herself.
It certainly felt good; she was warm and soft inside,
and I wondered who she might be even as I felt my
shaft sink inside her, and my balls came to a rest on
her ass. Who was it? Lara? Keiko? My Mom...?
Maybe it was even one of my stepsisters...
Of course, I knew better but she was still somebody's
daughter, lying beneath me with my cock nudging her
womb.
The thought was certainly arousing. Even though it was
my first time I knew about the mechanics of fucking. I
started moving my hips back and forth, driving my
penis into her. I felt her groan with delight. She
probably expected me to cum soon, but my benefactor
Selina had taken the edge off. I was solid. I could
feel her pussy-mouth stretched around my shaft. I
could feel her cervix, too, every time I went deep. I
began to get really excited at the sensations from my
cock. This was much better than masturbation.
Whoever she was, young or old, student, technician or
teacher, she was clearly pleased at my stamina. She
obviously enjoyed what I was doing to her. She wrapped
her legs around my back, even as I pumped her. Her
hips started moving to meet mine and every motion
drove my penis deeper into her body. She clutched me
tight. Her body started squirming beneath mine.
"Oh, baby...!" she whispered, "Make me cum...Yes, I'm
going to cum."
I didn't recognize her voice, but I felt my cock
stiffen even harder, realizing what I was doing to
her. Inadvertently, I was grinding her clitoris
between our pubic bones, and her pussy began to clutch
at me, holding me tighter inside her.
"Oh, I think I'm gonna cum..." I whispered back. I
could feel the urgency in my groin.
Thankfully, for my youthful self-esteem, she came
first.
"I'm cumming. Baby, you are making me cum. I'M
CUMMING! I'M CUMMING NOW!" Her body tensed, then
shuddered through what seemed to be a massive orgasm
as pleasure washed through her body. She actually bit
my shoulder, surprising me, even as her cunt continued
contracting around my penis.
I was thankful for the soundproofing of the chamber or
her shouts might have shaken the entire spaceship.
"Oh, sorry--!" she said.
"That's all right," I said, finally pushing in deep. I
climaxed, a really great one. It was much better than
any of my masturbatory climaxes. I clutched her body
tightly in orgasm, all the while squirting my sperm
into her belly. I was surprised how hard I came. Jets
of semen flowed from my cock, plastering the mouth of
her womb--and I kept on pushing until I was sure that
I had squeezed out every last drop.
She sounded fairly mature--more than I should know, I
guessed, but I didn't want to embarrass her, or break
the rules, so I just leaned in close to her, held her
in my arms, and nibbled on her neck. She held me close
and whispered "That was very nice."
We did it several more times after that, once with her
riding me, and once with me fucking her from behind.
She tensed and she had a full body shaking orgasm each
time she came. Her cunt milked my penis and pulled
every last drop of sperm out of my body. She was quite
soaked with cum by the time she finally touched the
green light, sparing me the embarrassment of calling
an end to the session. I was totally exhausted but my
partner probably could have gone all night, cumming
over and over. As the lights began to come up, she
kissed me good-bye, but was gone before I could even
catch a glimpse of her features.
If was quite an introduction into the pleasures of
sex. I soon came to learn that not all of my other
partners were such sexual athletes.
* * *
What was strange was how little us guys talked about
it. Maybe that's because every boy soon had a mother
or sister--or both-- with newborn babies, and more on
the way. Both my sisters were soon pregnant, as was
Mom (with her second), and I couldn't help but wonder
which of my classmates might have done it, who might
have thrust his cock deep inside little Jane or Eva or
Mom, and filled her womb with his seed.
Whoever did it, there were soon more babies than the
birth mothers on the ship could handle, and new
institutions evolved to deal with that. Nursery Homes
formed, essentially collective homes staffed by full-
time attendants. The homes would raise most of the
babies. The Captain herself, 39-year old Millicent
Scotia, turned up plump with her first baby a few
months later. Thinking about that sure put the
stiffness in my cock when I returned to the Ship's
Nursery for my weekly anonymous fuck. I might have
been the father of the Captain's baby for all I knew.
Although we were only allowed one partner per week, I
looked forward to the weekends with sex-happy glee. I
kept masturbating to build up my stamina. I now
realized that was a good technique, it kept me from
popping my nut the moment I touched a girl, and gave
me endurance to make it good for her, whoever it was.
Every time I masturbated I fantasized a different
girl, Keiko, Lara, Mrs. Bergen, even my Mom and my
sisters. To be honest, even though I had had a number
of Project Seed partners I hadn't actually seen that
many women nude. It was always dark in the chamber.
Every partner was different. Some were older ladies
who, even while bucking and cumming in the throes of
orgasm, tried, usually unsuccessfully, to keep their
composure and not show their obvious pleasure at being
fucked by a boy young enough to be their own child.
Some simply enjoyed sex. Some were young girls who
squirmed in ecstasy when I fucked their sweet little
pussies. Some had already had several babies. And some
were girls barely out of grade school, so tight they
almost hurt when I fucked them. I really couldn't tell
much about the women from the configuration of their
bodies. The mandatory physical fitness program on the
ship kept most of them lean and in good condition.
* * *
Alas, Project Seed did not last indefinitely. By the
time I was 16, my Mom had squeezed out three babies,
and my sisters added two more each, which was typical;
Mrs. Bergen eventually had twins, two daughters, and
Captain Scotia herself contributed a set of triplets
on her 42nd birthday, adding to the daughter she'd
already had in the interim.
Well into the Project, I asked the Ship's Nursery
doctor, Riva Cohen, a cute 27 year old brunette and
mother of a son by some lucky bastard, if the ship's
women were using fertility drugs. She just chuckled,
pointing out that was hardly necessary. A simple
biological test was used to determine each woman's
time of ovulation. Copulation at the woman's most
fertile time made a lot of the women pregnant. So we
boys weren't such studs after all. It was just
science.
Dr. Cohen was an Israeli pediatric physician who
arrived aboard the New Ark with her brother, a
dedicated environmentalist. She was a compact bundle
of supercharged energy, extremely attractive. In fact
she would be positively beautiful if you could get her
to sit still for a minute.
Over a span of three years, my classmates and I, just
50 guys, ended up fathering nearly 2,000 children by
the women enrolled in the program, and Captain Scotia
finally decided that was enough. The Seed Project
would end within the year.
It wasn't as much fun for the women as it was for the
men. Given that there were only 50 of us guys trying
to service over 1000 women, each woman would have sex
only a couple of times a year. Fewer times if they got
pregnant. That must have built up a powerful sex
hunger in some of them and I'm sure that they found
other ways to satisfy themselves.
Project Seed simply ignored individual sexual
preferences. Straight or lesbian, it didn't make any
difference. When a woman was about to ovulate she
would be assigned to one of the Project Seed
bedchambers. It wasn't an option. She had to be there
regardless of desire. Boys were selected on a
rotation. Unless excluded because of a biological or
familial relationship, the next one in line would be
expected to deposit his seed in the vulva of the
willing or unwilling woman. I'm sure that there were a
few gays amongst the 50 or so boys, but all were
expected to serve just as were the women. This must
have produced some very unhappy sessions.
In the slightly more than two years that I had been
with the project I learned a lot about how women
responded to sex. A small minority approached the
session without apparent emotion and would lie
placidly while I planted my semen in their wombs. I
couldn't tell if they simply didn't enjoy the physical
act or they felt that they were violating the memory
of their deceased husbands or lovers. They were
clearly doing their duty for the ship, just as I did
mine. I would cum, of course, but after I ejaculated
twice they would signal the end of the session and we
would part. Fortunately for my ego there were only a
few of those.
Other women cooperated fully, clutching my body as I
entered them. Most of them had climaxes and a few even
told me that they were cumming. They held me tight,
kissed me, stroked my penis, and wanted me to hold and
squeeze their bodies and breasts. They appeared to
have satisfactory orgasms, as did I. I didn't learn
until later that their climaxes were not really due to
any specific action on my part. They simply enjoyed
being fucked and were responding to the stimulation of
their genitals. There was little emotional involvement
with the act of making love to a young boy. Fucking me
was better than masturbation but I could have used a
carrot instead of my penis. Except then they couldn't
have gotten pregnant.
But many women were totally enthusiastic about our
sessions. They grasped me, often mouthed my penis,
gave me their breasts to suck, wrapped their legs
around me, and fucked me thoroughly. I was being used,
of course, but for our mutual pleasure as well as
conception. Several years of heterosexual abstinence
builds up a strong sex hunger. A few were so sexually
aggressive that I was totally exhausted by the end of
the session. Once Selina had to enter to make sure
that we were all right. My partner and I had been
fucking for four hours straight.
Age of my partner made only a slight difference in her
behavior. But the older women seemed to relish the act
of fucking more than some of the younger ones. "Older"
is a relative term. At my ripe age of 15, going on 16,
anyone over 30 was "old." Because of the way the
ship's crew was selected there were very few people,
except for a few senior officers, over the age of 40
aboard. Besides, as Dr. Cohen told me, a woman's sex
urge tends to peak in her late 30s and early 40s. The
combination of a horny teen aged male and a sexually
frustrated "older" woman made for passionate
lovemaking.
I had a suspicion that one of my older and very
enthusiastic partners was my stepmother. I knew that
the computer wouldn't assign me to a blood relative
but she and I were not actually related. My partner's
body felt strangely familiar, as if she and I had
known each other for years. We had a very enjoyable
and mutually satisfying fuck. Our bodies just seemed
to flow together. If it was my Mom it must have felt
strange, and a bit kinky, to have the penis of the
little boy she had raised plunging in and out of her
vagina. Her cunt gripped my cock so tightly that it
literally stripped the sperm out of me. We both came
several times, hugged each other, then had a final
fuck during which we both had nearly simultaneous
orgasms. It was a thoroughly delightful session.
I couldn't tell for sure. My partner made it a point
not to say a word and the chamber was pitch dark. All
I knew is Mom was very attentive to me at home for the
next couple of weeks. She hugged me frequently and
touched me every time she walked past. She had another
baby in the next year but I didn't know for certain if
it was mine.
For my part, I wasn't too sad about the end of Project
Seed. By then, I was going out with Keiko, just 16 but
the mother of a 2-year old son by some guy in the
project, given up to a nursery home. Sex with Keiko
was very enjoyable but with all the sex I'd had I was
kind of glad she didn't want to fuck all the time.
Keiko also made sure she was using the newly
authorized contraceptive implant. Her next baby, she
said, would come when we wanted it. Our sex was just
for our mutual pleasure. We fucked for fun, not for
procreation. We laughed, talked and did it in broad
daylight, enjoying giving each other climaxes. But it
was also nice just to hang out with her and enjoy her
company. And when we did have sex it was special. It
is different when you're in love.
But I was still plenty potent, and I continued to have
partners in Project Seed right up to the last. Toward
the end, the rules got pretty relaxed; for my second-
to-last coupling, Dr. Cohen startled me by asking if
she could be my partner this time. I agreed. She
looked positively super-fuckable in a halter-top,
short white skirt and white sandals. When she doffed
her clothes she looked even more fuckable. She wanted
to do it, for a change, with the lights on.
Unfortunately, I was a little too turned on. I shot my
load in her belly almost as soon as she sunk down
around my shaft but she was kind enough to get me hard
again with a nice blowjob. She sucked and stroked my
soft penis to full erection. Then, with surprising
dignity, she impaled herself on my cock a second time,
and picked up a clipboard to give me the details of my
two year sex campaign.
"Let's see," she said, reading off her clipboard even
as she straddled me, raising and lowering her body
slowly, grinding her hips into my crotch, "you've made
love to 95 women in the project--median age 26.9--and
fathered 53 babies by 38 of them, including one set of
triplets and six sets of twins. Triplets are pretty
rare so Captain Scotia's babies might have been
yours."
"But why did we start Project Seed in the first place?
Wouldn't artificial insemination be more efficient?"
"Oh, David," Dr. Cohen said. "You are so young. After
all the men died the adult women on the ship became
very frustrated. The men were our husbands and lovers.
A life without some sex was intolerable. We weren't
all nuns or lesbians. We needed you young men to
satisfy ourselves as well as produce babies for the
next generation. The decision to start Project Seed
was a social one, not a medical one. It was needed to
give a feeling of normalcy to our life onboard. And
all the young boys, you in particular, did a marvelous
job."
"Oh, fuck..." I gasped, watching the pretty doctor's
tits bounce on her chest as she slowly moved up and
down, feeling her pussy suck at my cock.
Dr. Cohen had the ability to time share her
considerable attributes better than anyone I had ever
known. She could do two or more things at the same
time, attending to both equally well. But when she
decided to focus her attention she gave her all to
what she was doing. I'm sure she could feel my penis
sliding in and out of her vagina as she moved. I could
see the little twinges of her body and could feel the
muscles of her legs contract as she straddled my body.
Her nipples were hard, standing up firm, and little
bumps appeared around her aureolae. Once in a while
her hand stroked her own breast, lingered for a while
twisting a nipple, then reached out to turn a page on
the document attached to the clipboard.
I didn't see how she could keep her composure, reading
from a clipboard in the middle of a fuck. Despite
having a baby herself a year earlier, her pussy was
very tight and snug around my penis.
"So," I said, "these women are never going to know I
was the father, right?"
"Right..." she said. But then she added, with a sly
wink, "Except for one. I thought you should know,
you're the father of my baby."
"I...what?"
"You might remember it. I was your first--after
Selina."
"Oh my God," I said, finally overcome by her slow-
grinding fuck. My cock was ready to explode. I came
hard, plastering her womb with jets of thick and
youthful semen. She put her clipboard aside and hugged
me as I climaxed.
"It was a doctor's prerogative," she said, gleefully
milking my pulsing cock with her pussy; "I always
liked taking the first timers."
"Now since it will be our last time, make me cum like
you did that first time. I've never forgotten it." She
clutched my body and seemed to squeeze her cunt around
my penis. In the light I could see her face and watch
her tits bounce. Her face had an intense look, almost
agonized, as if making love to me was the most
important thing in the world. Now she was giving our
fucking 100%, no, at least 110% of her attention.
Despite having just come I really got into it. Her
legs wrapped around me pulling me into her.
It didn't take too long before her obvious desire had
its effect on both of us. We flipped over, me on top
this time. I could feel my hard cock driving into the
depths of her cunt. I clutched her body and fucked
her, first slowly, trying to press my penis against
her clitoris with each stroke. I got more and more
excited and wrapped my arms hard around her, moving as
vigorously as I could. I could feel her breasts
pressing against my chest, her nipples against mine.
It was just like the first time. She reached her hands
over our bodies and clutched my ass cheeks, pulling me
into her with each stroke.
She was really writhing under me now. Her motions
became almost violent. I felt that she would really
throw me off but her arms held me tight. I could feel
her muscles vibrate and tense and her legs start to
stiffen. Time seemed to stop. Dr. Cohen's body became
my entire universe. All I could think about was
fucking, fucking, fucking her. She drew me, body and
soul, into her vagina.
"Oh yes," she cried. "You are doing it to me again. I
can feel it happening. My cunt is on fire. I'm
becoming all cunt. You are going to make me cum. I'm
starting to cum. It's going to be a big one. My
biggest one ever. OH, YES! YES! YES! YES! DAVID, I'M
GOING TO CUM FOR YOU! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING NOW!"
With that final expletive we both exploded in a huge
climax.
"That was fantastic, David" she said. "I've never cum
like that before. Thank you so much."
Then she hugged me a final time, kissed me and left
the chamber.
So it seemed I would know only one of the mothers of
my babies. When the last week came, however, I was
surprised by a familiar perfume smell when my partner
entered the darkened room. I couldn't quite place it,
but it smelled nice and flowery, just like wild
flowers, and I suddenly realized who it was when she
slid down next to me with her lithe body surmounted by
two big breasts, breasts swollen even larger with milk
for two recently-born babies. It was Mrs. Bergen!
Before getting into bed she reached over and adjusted
the hidden light switch. The room was illuminated in a
soft red glow and I could see her beautiful face and
superlative figure. My penis instantly became erect,
harder than I had ever felt it.
Of course, I was no longer in Mrs. Bergen's class, but
even so my heart raced fast, and I nearly fell off the
bed. She remembered me, of course. I had been one of
her favorites. She sat down on the bed next to me,
almost as she did that first time in her office. Just
as before her gorgeous legs were crossed. One lovely
calf bulged over the knee of her other leg. Except
this time I could follow the line of her dancer's
thighs up to her pussy. Her breasts swung free,
totally unencumbered by the constraint of a bra. My
eyes were drawn to her turgid nipples, perfectly
centered in large areolas. I was almost overcome by
the sight until her voice made me focus my attention.
"David," she said. "I'm not your teacher any more. I'm
a very needy and love starved woman. I want you to use
me tonight any way you want. It's the end of Project
Seed and I want us to end it with a bang. Fuck me
until I can't stand. Really give it to me. I want to
have another baby."
Somehow, through a supreme effort of self-control, I
managed to maintain my composure enough to reach out
and hold her in my arms. Typically there were a few
minutes of awkwardness with a new partner as we got to
know each other's bodies, the positions we liked, and
the things that felt comfortable. But there was no
awkwardness at all with Mrs. Bergen. We fell into each
other's arms as if we had been lovers for a lifetime.
It was not strange on my part. She had been my
imaginary lover for years in my dreams. But on her
part - had she dreamt about me as I had about her? No
matter. She was in my arms now.
Up close, the smell of her perfume was even more
intense. I buried my face between her breasts and
sucked on her nipples with childish glee, sensing her
mild embarrassment when milk began to pulse from both
her nipples in unrelenting jets. I squeezed her nipple
with my lips and sucked my fill of her sweet milk
while she held my head to her breast.
"Oh yes, suck me David. Milk me! Nurse from my big
titties. Suck me dry." She wrapped her hand around the
base of the breast and squeezed to force more of her
milk into my mouth. When her breast was empty she
raised my head to hers and we kissed, mixing the
tastes of our saliva with her milk.
Then she lowered her head to my cock. It was something
few of the project women did. I laid back to let her
do it, sucking my shaft with lips I remembered all too
well from class. It didn't take long before she made
me cum. it was messy, with the sound of her slurping
and sucking, and I was startled to hear her gulping
down my sperm. Then I rolled her over to return the
favor. I peeled open her sweet pussy with my fingers.
She closed her strong thighs around my head.
It was what I always dreamed of doing when I was in
her class. In my masturbation fantasies I would run my
hands up her lovely legs, kissing them as I went. Then
I would spread her perfect thighs apart to bury my
face in her pussy. But this was reality. I was
actually doing it. She put her hands down to hold her
vaginal lips apart while I sucked her juices and
flicked my tongue across her clitoris until she came.
It was a truly cooperative fucking. I could feel her
legs tighten around me and her body started to buck.
"Oh, God--!" she gasped; "you're making me cum...!!!
Do it again. Really give it to me. Fuck me. Please
fuck me."
Her voice was husky and passionate. I had never heard
it like that before. I was hard as an iron bar again
when I finally moved up between her legs to fuck her.
She was moist and tight, despite her babies, and I
pushed in all the way with one thrust. She gasped,
startled, then wrapped her arms and legs around my
back as I started to pump her. I could feel those
lovely full calves press into my back. She whispered
that she could feel my stiffness, unyielding in the
clutching grip of her cunt, but I just kept silent
myself, not wanting to ruin the most erotic moment of
my life.
Soon she came again, hard. She was not a screamer like
Dr. Cohen but she kept whispering "I'm cumming, David,
I'm cumming," into my ear. She started shuddering and
had a powerful orgasm. I continued fucking her right
on through her climax and then pulled out to fuck her
from behind.
I flipped her over onto her hands and knees and
entered her cunt from the rear. Reaching under her
kneeling body, I grasped her dangling still dripping
nipples and used her breasts as reins to pull her body
back and forth on my cock. I could feel my balls hit
her ass every time I jerked her backward. I pulled so
hard I was afraid her nipples would be torn off.
"I like it from behind," she said. "Fuck me like a
doggy. Make me cum again." I could feel her hips
lunging back and forth as she rode my penis.
Slapping her ass with my hips, my cock worked in her
creamy hole, kissing her womb with my cock-head. We
were no longer human lovers. Just animals in heat.
"Pull me. Pull my titties harder, harder. I love it."
Finally I rode her so vigorously that I forced her
down off her knees and into the bedspread beneath us.
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "Do it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh,
David, fuck me!"
More than anything, I wanted to impregnate her to fill
her fertile tummy with cum and soak her eggs with my
sperm. My desire actually prolonged my pleasure. I was
harder than I'd ever been. My entire being seemed to
be centered in my penis. I fucked Mrs. Bergen with a
superhuman energy and stamina, making up for all those
times that I masturbated to her image in my mind. For
this evening she was all mine in the actual flesh. I
could feel her body in my soul.
Within minutes she started rising to another
shuddering climax. She began gasping and making
inarticulate sounds, punctuating my thrusts with
throaty moans of pleasure.
"YES, YES, YES! OH GOD! YES! YES!" This time she
really screamed as her whole body tensed and she shook
to another orgasm.
I hadn't ejaculated yet so I punched in deep to squirt
my sperm right into her womb as I had my climax. There
was a lot, gushing streams of semen erupted from my
cock, filling her pussy with my living seed. I could
feel the back-flow wash across my balls and spill
across her thighs.
We hugged each other tightly for what seemed hours
touching and fondling each other's body parts. I
nursed from her bountiful breasts and she gave me the
mother of all blow jobs. I sucked her cunt, delighting
in the taste of our mixed emissions. We both knew that
this would be the end of Project Seed and we would
never get an opportunity to be with each other again.
We loved each other over and over. We violated the
Project Seed protocol by talking to each other,
telling each other about how much we had dreamed of
this night. She told me that she had wondered how I
would be in bed since that day she first asked me to
be in Project Seed. After I had been in her class for
a couple of years she said she used to lie in bed at
night and play with her pussy, imagining it was me. I
told her that I too had masturbated to thoughts of her
for years. My confession seemed to turn her on and she
attacked my body with new fury, sucking and handling
everything she could reach.
I fucked her cunt with my penis and sucked it with my
lips, nibbled her clitoris, caressed her beautiful
legs, played with her milky breasts. She, in turn,
kissed every part of my body, tongued my nipples,
licked and sucked my cock, and insisted that I tit
fuck her, grasping my cock head with her lips every
time I came near her mouth. We climaxed over and over,
driven by the knowledge that this would be the last
time. It continued so long that I had the fleeting
thought that Selina would enter to check up on us.
Fortunately Selina had the good sense to leave us
alone. Mrs. Bergen must have talked to her in advance.
She was not gentle with me, nor was I with her. We
chewed and bit each other. I squeezed her breasts
until the ends bulged. Tiny streams of milk jetted out
of the swollen nipples. She told me she loved it and
asked me to squeeze even harder. I stopped only when I
was afraid the nipples would burst. She, in turn,
sucked and chewed my cock, biting down as forcefully
as she dared. Any harder and she would have drawn
blood. We would both be covered with hickeys and tooth
marks in the morning as souvenirs of our passion. I
might find the bruises difficult to explain to Keiko,
but tomorrow was tomorrow.
Finally we had only enough stamina left for one more
time. We fucked and fucked, holding each other close,
until I added still another blast of sperm to her
womb. This time we both came in simultaneous orgasms.
It was a mind blowing, never to be repeated, orgasmic
earthquake, or in this case, spacecraft shaking. We
hugged, kissed and I finally let her go. I swore to
myself never to reveal our secret.
As it happened, Mrs. Bergen did grow plump and round
with one more baby--a son born 9 months later--and I
was secretly pleased to hear that she would raise him
herself.
PART TWO
If you read my account of the Project Seed population
recovery project on the starship New Ark you might be
curious about how things turned out after the project
was discontinued.
Project Seed was a great success in restoring the
population of the starship. There were now 3000 people
on board, 2000 of them young children. The ship had
become a huge nursery school. Naturally, half the
children were male. In a generation life would return
to normal. But, of course, social relationships were
far from normal, at least during the decades
immediately after the project was ended. At the start
of Project Seed there were only 50 men to more than
1000 women. But now that the need for procreation was
removed there was no social structure in place to
regulate sexual liaisons. The difference in numbers of
men and women was as great as it had been before.
Competition for the available men was intense. It was
complicated by the fact that many of the older boys
had formed romantic relationships with girls of their
own age.
As I learned in my reading, the design of a spaceship
could be either be based on the philosophy that it
should be constructed with sufficient reliability to
function properly until the end of the mission or that
it should be constructed to be easily and continually
maintained by an onboard crew. Without advance
knowledge of how long the journey would take or the
hazards to be encountered, the designers chose the
second approach. The side benefit was that continual
maintenance provided a social function for a trip of
indeterminate length. People would have something
important to do and a high motivation to do it.
Although we had no provision for making large
structures, we had well equipped workshops and
laboratories and could construct replacement parts for
just about everything. Technology had advanced to the
point that computer controlled devices, given adequate
instructions, could make just about any artifact
needed from hairpins to semiconductor circuits. They
could even repair and replicate themselves. Computer
scientists and programmers were still needed to
provide the instructions but much fabrication was done
automatically.
Daily life on board the New Ark was largely a matter
of performing those tasks necessary for ship function
and the continuation of a civilized society. Most
tasks were involved with food production, maintenance,
education and research. Basic research was similar to
that conducted in Earth's universities. I didn't know
anything about that. Dr. Cohen told me that in
medicine and biology most work was being done on
understanding essential life processes. Applied
research was devoted to improving ship's systems and
facilities and to provide techniques for coping with a
new planet's uncertainties. We had some communication
with Earth's scientists who were in sympathy with the
Green Earth Society objectives and we even received
copies of some journals and newspapers by radio
communication. But the further from Earth we traveled,
the longer the transmission delay and the older the
information.
The majority of the ship's systems were run by
increasingly capable computers. They could handle just
about any routine function, leaving only exceptional
situations to be addressed by crew members. The
computers were just about as intelligent as a human
being, lacking only self-awareness to be considered
sentient. At the rate that they were evolving it is
likely that by the time we reached our destination
they would be running the ship, keeping humans as
their pets.
Both automation and the communal nature of shipboard
life freed up a lot of time. Food preparation was done
in large kitchens, just like on a luxury cruise liner.
The ship's designers wisely decided that it would be
much more efficient to prepare 1000 meals at one time
in a single location than one meal at a time in 1000
locations. We would usually eat our meals in a number
of small buffet restaurants scattered throughout the
ship. They were imaginatively decorated and provided
the illusion of dining variety even though all choices
were from the same menu. Varying work schedules
required that most households had some kitchen
facilities to prepare the occasional snack. The
appliances were usually restricted to a microwave oven
and a tiny refrigerator.
Fabrics were used only until they got dirty, then
discarded and new ones almost instantly produced by
special purpose machines. Everybody's physical
measurements were kept in a data file so garments were
custom tailored when needed. The designers had
calculated that it was more efficient to provide new
clothing when needed than to launder and dry the dirty
stuff. The old fabrics would simply be recycled.
We devoted most of our spare time to the arts and
whatever athletic and cultural amusements could be
performed in the confines of our ship. We had dramatic
plays, concerts and dances. There was even an acting
troupe that put on an annual cycle of Shakespeare's
plays.
The practice of marriage continued, but it was largely
an agreement to share life's responsibilities and the
raising of children. It no longer implied strict
sexual fidelity. Given the disparity in numbers
between men and women, total fidelity would have been
impossible to enforce. Mating traditions based on a
holding a nuclear family largely disappeared, as did
bans on incest. Relative age of mating partners made
little difference. How could it? The average age of
women on board was in the high 20s while the average
age of the surviving males was in the teens.
Sex was looked on as a matter of entertainment. It
tended to release tensions that otherwise might cause
social unrest. After the end of Project Seed's
controlled mating, women and men, really boys, were
allowed to get fulfillment as they pleased. Passive
birth control was used to control the population.
Girls and women had an implant which prevented
pregnancy. A simple injection would restore fertility
for a few months so they could have a child when they
wanted. Nothing was left to chance.
There were 20 women for every man for at least a
generation after the plague. This male/female ratio
put strains on a social system largely based on equal
numbers of the sexes. There was no longer any official
need for copulation but sexual activity actually
increased after the ship's population had been
restored and birth control was again widely adopted.
Bisexuality became the norm for most women. Because of
the shortage of men some women opted to group into
female only households similar to the nunneries or
convents of the middle ages. Heterosexual intercourse
was comparatively rare. Women got the largest portion
of their sexual satisfaction by masturbation or
relationships with other women.
One curious development was informal female "life
enrichment" parties. An older lady told me that it was
just like the Tupperware parties of her childhood.
Groups of women would periodically assemble in
someone's quarters for an orgasmic orgy. They would
engage in small talk over a light snack then pair up
and fondle and caress each other until both climaxed.
At a signal they would switch and the new partners
would mutually "do" each other. The party continued
until all had cum several times. Participants denied
that this was lesbianism. There was no emotional
involvement, it was pure physical satisfaction, simply
an erotic massage. In some of the parties the
participants wore semitransparent hoods to hide their
identities. They were nude from the neck down but
their faces were covered.
The parties spawned a sub rosa industry of making
female masturbation aides. While never officially
condoned by the authorities, the ship's workshops
produced a variety of vibrators, clit pumps, and
dildos. There were even a few universal orgasm
machines, which one woman nicknamed "Orgasmatrons"
after a line in an old comedy movie. The name stuck.
The Orgasmatron was a comfortable padded box
containing a vibrating, moving penis surrogate to be
inserted in the vagina, suction devices which
encompassed and caressed the breasts, a vacuum clit
stimulator, and rollers for a whole body massage. Soft
music was provided by tiny speakers near the woman's
head. A woman could lie in the Orgasmatron and have
all her hot zones exercised simultaneously. I was told
that it could give a women a decent orgasm in just a
few minutes. It was an indefatigable lover. Some women
used the Orgasmatron for hours on end, cumming
repeatedly. It was better, the authorities felt, to
turn a blind eye to this unorthodox use of ship's
facilities, than to incur the unrest of female crew
members. Besides, the rumor was that Captain Scotia
was partial to the Orgasmatron herself.
Naturally I never attended any of these parties but my
sister Jane did. She told me it took the edge off. She
even tried the Orgasmatron a couple of times but she
said that she still preferred human contact. She
confided in me that our sister Eva was a bit of an
Orgasmatron addict, once claiming that she had cum ten
times in an hour. Knowing Eva's appetites, I suspect
it was true.
Jane had a very practical attitude about sex. It was a
pleasurable experience but it was all a matter of
stimulating the right body parts. It didn't matter
much how it was done. She felt that a climax was a
climax, regardless of how it was achieved. After a
receiving a few orgasms in life enhancement parties
she stopped thinking about sex for a while. Until next
time, that is.
This situation was not unusual in human history. After
great wars which decimated the male population, social
acceptance of polygamy, harems, and concubines
increased. It was that way for the first generation
after the plague on the New Ark.
The society that developed was a compromise between
individual liberty and shipboard discipline. The right
of private property was limited practically to
personal possessions but private privileges were many.
The motivation for achievement lay chiefly in the
winning of leadership positions and prerogatives, and,
of course, in the recognition of a job well done.
There was only a very limited degree of owning
anything that could be classified as wealth. Resources
of every description belonged as a matter of public
interest to the community at large. It would have
gladdened a Socialist's heart.
That's not to say that free enterprise was totally
abolished. Everyone received the same allowance of
clothing, for example, but all were free to decorate
their garb in whatever imaginative fashion they chose.
A cottage industry of garment alteration arose to
provide fashionable alterations. The same with just
about every standard item aboard. Payment was by
trading job shifts or leisure time credits since New
Ark had a currency free society.
Dr. Cohen told me that the ship's social structure was
like an Israeli kibbutz that she remembered from her
childhood, albeit with more sexual permissiveness. Men
and women still lived together but child care and
rearing were a community responsibility. All adults
attended to the day's responsibilities while the
children were in school or a nursery. In the evening
the children returned to their parents, biological or
adoptive.
I, for example, was engaged to Keiko. We lived
together in a small apartment, actually a suite of
cabins in the ship. We both attended the equivalent of
junior college and intended to pursue professional
careers. I wanted to study medicine, Keiko wanted to
be a teacher. We loved each other, spent most of our
waking hours in each other's company, and slept
together at night.
But there was plenty of opportunity to stray. When I
left the security of our quarters to attend classes or
for my mandatory participation in performing some of
the chores aboard ship I was assaulted by the sexual
advances of some of the older women. Walking to school
I ran the gamut of lovely legs, exposed breasts and
come hither looks. One absolutely beautiful woman
would sit on a chair in a secluded entrance to her
apartment and seductively stimulate herself as I
passed. Every day she would progress further and
further. The first day she simply caressed her body
seductively. On the second day she exposed her large
breasts and licked her own nipples. By the next day
she had her skirt around her waist and was playing
with her pussy. By the of the week she was writhing to
a simulated orgasm. Of course this had an effect on
me. I was seventeen years old and in thrall to my male
hormones.
I made up my mind to take a few hours off from school
and visit her but her apartment door was closed.
Apparently some other young stud was quicker than I at
taking advantage of such a blatant invitation.
Keiko and the few other girls who had boyfriends were
aware of the competition from other women and tried to
keep their own mates fucked to the eyeballs. I've got
to say that it worked for me. I thought Keiko was
absolutely lovely and she certainly satisfied my
carnal needs. I strayed very few times during the next
few years.
Mrs. Bergen had been promoted to be the principal of a
new school at the other end of the spaceship and I
rarely ran into her. Just as well. Keiko would have a
tough time keeping me from straying if she lived next
door. Besides, I didn't want to do anything that would
tarnish the most memorable evening of my life.
Our small population encouraged us to go back to the
apprenticeship system of learning trades and
professions. A student who wanted to learn mechanical
engineering studied with an experienced mechanical
engineer learning all the tricks of the trade. It was
more formal than that, of course. There was a lot of
textbook type learning from video and computer sources
but the hands on practice was done just as it was in
the middle ages. For my medical studies I would be
apprenticed to one of the staff physicians on board.
To my surprise it was Dr. Cohen. Apparently she had
requested me as a student.
Dr. Cohen looked much as she did before, a few years
older, but still quite lovely. She was an excellent
teacher. I took all the computer and video courses to
master the theory and she instructed me in the hands
on practice of medicine.
The "random" coupling of Project Seed complicated our
medical record keeping and diagnosis. Normally the
propensity for some specific diseases is inherited. A
father or mother will transmit the likelihood for
incurring some ailment to his or her children. But the
anonymity of fatherhood blurred the record. Or did it?
Dr. Cohen confided in me that there was a record of
all births stored in the central computer and, using
DNA records, it was possible to determine the actual
father of each child. My curiosity was tweaked. After
hours, I downloaded the portion of the file that
covered my couplings to see which children were
actually mine.
I had fathered both of Dr. Cohen's children, a girl
and a boy. But she had told me as much. I was also
happy to learn that Mrs. Bergen's last child was mine
too. But some things surprised me. I was not the
father of any of Captain Scotia's children. There was
another set of triplets aboard that were mine but I
had no idea who they were. Probably they were adopted
by different parents.
The biggest surprise was finding out that I was the
father of my Mom's last child. We had indeed shared
that wonderful session in the conception chamber. My
baby brother was also my son.
I ran down the list of the other 50 or so children
that I had fathered. I was only casually acquainted
with most of the women. One had been another teacher
at the school. We never got along too well in class
but I remembered that she was great in bed. She was
the one that Selina had to rescue me from after four
hours of continuous fucking.
Some of the younger girls had been my classmates. I
can't remember lusting after them in school, except
for Lara. I was the father of her daughter.
I never did find out who the father of Keiko's child
was. Just as well. I would have been overcome with
jealously. I guess that's why the list was not made
public. Keiko is a very enlightened woman. She might
feel that she owns her own body and lets me use it
from time to time but I'm the jealous sort. In my soul
I feel that Keiko is mine now. All mine. Her cunt
belongs to me and I don't want anyone else's cock in
it. Admittedly this was hypocritical on my part
because I wasn't that opposed to putting my cock in
another woman's vagina once in a while.
I made it a point to spend more time at my Mom's
apartment, allegedly to visit her, but really to see
how my son was doing. That was before Keiko and I had
children of our own. The little boy was now a bouncing
two year old, in perpetual motion, running around the
house and getting in all sorts of trouble. He would
jump up into my lap and I would play with him. Tease
him, tickle him, and we would both laugh together. Mom
seemed pleased to see us together.
Mom and I talked over all sorts of things, She gave me
some really good advice on how to be a good husband,
all the little things to do to keep a woman happy. One
day, after we had talked for a long time she said "I'm
so glad you get along so well with your son."
That startled me. She wasn't supposed to know that.
The whole object of Project Seed was anonymous
copulation. No one was supposed to know who the
fathers of the children were.
"Oh yes," she said. "I know that you are the father.
He is so much like you. You remember, we slept
together during your last year in the project. It was
such a memorable and wonderful experience and I
enjoyed it so much."
"Don't look so surprised," Mom went on to say. "I knew
that I would be your partner in advance. The computer
was not supposed to let members of the same household
or blood relations sleep together but since our
genetic characteristics complimented each other so
well, it arranged a coupling between us. I was only 37
years old so there was a good chance I would get
pregnant. And, thankfully, I did."
"I may be your mother but we are not actually
biologically related. Dr. Cohen asked me ahead of time
if it would be all right. I was a little nervous at
first but eventually I said yes. I'm so happy I
agreed. I love the baby and that night was just about
the best sex of my life."
She came over and sat next to me, a soft vision of
mature femininity. She put her arm around me hugging
me as she used to. I kissed her on the cheek. Then Mom
surprised me by putting her other hand in my lap right
over my penis. She started gently rubbing me through
my shorts. My cock got hard within a few seconds. Mom
was one of the few women who could do that to me.
Keiko, of course, Dr. Cohen, and certainly Mrs.
Bergen. Little Timmy was down for one of his long
afternoon naps so we wouldn't be interrupted.
I was paralyzed. She unfastened the fly of my shorts
and my erection sprang out. In a moment her lips were
on it. More than her lips. She sucked and tongued the
head of my penis as if it was the sweetest lollipop in
the world.
"I used to wash your little cock when you were a
little boy. But not in the same way. Do you remember?
It's grown so much. I loved having it inside of me. It
has gotten so big in the last two years. I wonder if
it would still fit?"
She arose and, still holding my penis, pulled me into
her bedroom. We both disrobed. Actually Mom disrobed
me. I was petrified almost to catalepsy. Then she
shrugged out of her garments. It was the first time I
had ever seen her fully nude body. Mom was in
remarkable shape for a woman of her age. In fact she
was in great shape for a woman of any age. She taught
yoga and exercise classes three times a week and ran
around the periphery of the ship every morning.
She was lovely and very feminine. She had an hourglass
figure with big breasts, broad hips and a narrow
waist. She was nicely padded but not fat. Her artist's
model figure made her resemble one of the women in
those paintings by Velasquez.
"Do I look like what you imagined? Are my breasts too
big?" she asked. She put her hands under one large
breast and raised it up to me. It's funny but I never
thought of Mom's breasts before. She was just Mom.
Her breast was big indeed. Bigger even than Mrs.
Bergen's. It took both of Mom's hands to hold it up.
Standing erect her nipples reached her belly button.
It wasn't that the breasts sagged. But there was a lot
packed inside them. Age, breast feeding, and probably
Dad's enthusiastic loving contributed to their shape.
Don't get me wrong. Her breasts were not ugly. In fact
they were quite nice. They were just big and heavy.
Light brown aureolae the size of small saucers
decorated the end of her tits. Each was tipped with a
large fleshy nipple. They didn't look like Keiko's
much younger breasts. These were the breasts of a
mature, very voluptuous woman. They were almost
excruciatingly sexy. My erection grew rock hard from
the sight of Mom's body.
Mom lifted one of her breasts to her mouth and flicked
her tongue across the nipple. Then she put the end in
her mouth and sucked it. I watched her cheeks hollow
and swell. The breast surface rippled in time with her
sucks. When she pulled her wet nipple from her mouth
it had grown to almost twice its normal size. Her
hands lovingly caressed her breast as if she was
stroking a favored child. She kissed it lovingly
before she released it. The sight was so erotic that I
almost came.
"I used to think of you every time I suckled your
son." she said. "I kept remembering our night together
and I would imagine that it was your lips on my
nipple. If I thought hard enough about it, I would
have a little orgasm. I really miss Dad but I enjoyed
sex so much with you that it made me forget about him
for that evening."
She continued to caress her breast while she talked. I
just stared as she rolled her growing nipple between
her thumb and forefinger. Little bumps appeared around
the aureola.
"I haven't been with a man since our wonderful night
in Project Seed. Ever since then I've wanted to make
love to you again. Since your Dad died, there is no
one whose prick I would rather have inside me. Would
you do your mother a great favor and make love to me?"
Mom sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her
legs slightly. She placed both hands on her cunt and
gently rubbed the moistening pink lips. Two fingers
penetrated her vagina. Her hips began a slow
undulating motion. I just stared unbelievingly. It was
my Mom.
"I'm just getting myself ready for you," she
explained. "It always helps if I get a little wet
first." Mom looked directly at me. "Don't be shocked,"
she said. "I may be your Mom but I was a woman first.
This just gets me started."
She pulled out the fingers that had been in her cunt
and licked them off. "I taste good," she said. "If you
have never sucked a cunt you might try mine. Dad
always said that my juices taste delicious."
Mom might have been putting on a sex show to entice me
but it was apparent that she enjoyed loving her own
body. And who wouldn't, I thought. This dedication to
self-pleasuring was understandable. There were no men
of her age on board. She was a vital woman. Since
Project Seed ended, any sexual release she received
would have been at her owns hands or those of some
other female partner.
She held out her arms toward me. By this time all my
hesitation had vanished. My very erect penis led the
way. I plunged into her now wet pussy. I pushed so
hard that the end of my cock hit her cervix. Mom
gasped, wrapped her strong legs around me and clutched
me close. She tensed her body a bit and her cunt
literally gripped my cock. Despite having had five
children she felt as tight as a teen ager.
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "I've wanted this for so long."
What was I thinking? I was fucking my Mom. But she was
also a voluptuous woman. Her breasts were soft and
full, her body warmly sensuous. Mom had no rough edges
at all. She was a person with whom I had spent many
loving years but she was also hot and sexy. A Venus
d'Milo of sex. And, incidentally, she was a great
piece of ass.
I was possessed by desire. It was a very intense fuck.
As I moved in and out she squeezed the end of her
breast to make her nipple stand up and pushed it into
my mouth. I swallowed as much of her large breast as I
could, licking and chewing the end. I wanted to suck
milk out of my Mom's massive mammary, but alas, she
had none to give.
"Suck me, fuck me, suck me, fuck me," she repeated
over and over. "Bite me, chew me, fuck me!"
I stole a glimpse at Mom's face. She looked nothing
like the mother I had lived with for years. Her face
was a mask of total sexual abandonment. She was giving
her all to fucking. I drove into her as hard as I
could and she responded by slamming her pelvis against
mine, all the while pushing her breast into my mouth.
I was drawn into her intensity. I totally lost control
of my body and we fucked like wild animals in heat.
Mom and I made enthusiastic love for much of the
afternoon. I felt her spasm to orgasm and I came
immediately after. But that was just the appetizer. We
both came several more times, sometime individually,
sometimes simultaneously. We were indeed animals.
Our bodies melted together and it was hard to tell
where one started and the other ended. Alternately I
had my face buried between her breasts and her legs,
sucking and chewing whatever I could reach. Mom sucked
and nibbled my penis and swallowed my cum. Dad was
right. Mom's juices tasted delicious.
After nearly two hours of continuous lovemaking we
stopped, physically exhausted by our efforts. Mom
instantly reverted to being a mother and fixed us both
something to eat.
"I'm so glad you're not embarrassed by my
forwardness," Mom said. "Every mother wants to sleep
with her son but so few get the opportunity. But this
is a peculiar situation. It's not as if we have never
been intimate. You are, after all, the father of my
last child. Certainly you are not my baby boy any
more. I know that we will live and die on this ship.
Our entire life will take place within this huge
aluminum tube. We must get our enjoyment any way we
can. As adults we can do whatever we want with our own
bodies. And I intend to use mine to give me as much
pleasure as I can get. I hope it pleases you too."
We chatted for a while, small talk really. It was an
odd situation indeed. Both of us were sitting nude at
the small kitchen table talking as if it was a typical
mealtime conversation. We had eaten together many
times as a family when I was growing up, except that
we usually wore more clothes. Another difference was
that Mom was a little wet between the legs. Intermixed
drips of my sperm and her pussy juices dripped from
her vagina and dampened her thighs. Nonplussed, she
used her fingers to wipe away the wetness then raised
them to her mouth to suck them clean. She was not in
the least embarrassed. I was impressed by her casual
acceptance of the fact that we had just fucked like
rabbits on an orgy. She was the essence of cool.
Mom asked about my training and what I planned to do.
Did I intend to marry Keiko? Would Keiko and I have
children? Mom said she was old fashioned enough to
want grandchildren.
It was hard for me to concentrate on what she was
saying. Mom's full breasts rested on the table between
us. My eyes were drawn to those beautiful mounds.
Every once in a while Mom's hands caressed their
surfaces and her fingers rolled the nipples. It was an
unconscious action. I'm sure she wasn't aware of what
she was doing but it had a profound effect on me. The
Mom of my childhood had turned into a paragon of pure
sexuality. I had to fight to stop myself from grabbing
those tits and shoving them into my mouth. What a
bounty of flesh. No wonder she couldn't keep her hands
off herself.
Considering Mom's behavior of a few minutes earlier
her conversation was real switch in tone. She sounded
like a typical mother, worrying about her son's
future. But I was still curious about Mom's sexuality.
In a daring moment of frankness I asked Mom if she had
ever participated in one of the "life enhancement"
parties.
Mom said that Eva came over frequently to help her
out. She knew that Eva frequently attended the life
enhancement parties so she asked about them. Eva even
dragged her to a few. Mom said that she had tried the
Orgasmatron a couple of times on Eva's recommendation.
But then she decided against it. She said that while
the device gave her an orgasm she felt odd having a
vibrator in her vagina as suction cups pulled at her
tits. It was like being loved by a vacuum cleaner.
I knew my own needs better than anyone else and since
my husband died my best sexual experiences were with
myself. Sex for one was often better than sex for two.
"Why have a machine do something for you that you can
do better for yourself."
I remembered Mom's loving attention to her breasts and
cunt and realized that she was probably right. She
knew her own body better than anyone else and could
give it exactly the satisfaction it needed.
I wondered what "helping her out" meant, but knowing
Eva's appetites I could guess. But Mom didn't talk
about her specific relationship to her daughter. She
said that she was still old fashioned enough to
consider it a private matter. But then she went on to
suggest that perhaps the three of us, Eva, Mom and me
could get together for a family reunion some evening.
I had a good idea what her invitation implied. Mom
probably was planning an incestual threesome.
"Think about what losing your father meant to me. We
had been married for over ten years and we had sex
almost every night. The plague cut me off cold turkey.
The young boys I coupled with in Project Seed were so
inadequate compared to Dad. Still, they were fertile
enough to make me pregnant."
"It seems that I have been pregnant for years," said
Mom. "I had the babies but I didn't have the fun. What
I really needed was a man, not another boy. Thank God
I had a chance to spend that time with you in Project
Seed. I don't know where you learned to make love but
you were great."
Mom stood up and took my sandwich out of my hand. I
opened my mouth to protest. She stepped up close and
silenced me by shoving her fleshy nipple between my
lips. It was a full mouthful.
"If you are still hungry chew on that for a while. It
always satisfies me." She paused for a moment, hands
pressing my head against her breast. "That's right.
Chew me nicely. Maybe even a little harder. I love
having your mouth on my tit. We have at least another
hour before your son wakes up. I see that eating my
tittie is making your cock hard. Come back to the
bedroom. I want you inside me again."
So we went back for round two. Mom and I wrapped
ourselves around each other. This time Mom asked me to
really work over her breasts while I fucked her
gently. Her big breasts were her favorite toys, she
said. They were so sensitive that she could cum while
playing with them. She wanted them sucked and chewed
so that she could pretend that she was nursing me. She
said that she missed having that opportunity when I
was growing up. She even asked me to bite her nipples
a tiny bit because babies often bite when they nurse.
"Let me show you how I like it." she said. She bent
one breast up so that her tongue could reach the
nipple. Then she ran her tongue in circles around the
base of the nipple, flicking it back and forth. When
the nipple enlarged she maneuvered the tip between her
lips and sucked on it like a straw. Eventually her
lips engulfed the nipple and much of the large aureola
and she lightly chewed the entire end of her tit.
"It feels wonderful. Do my other tit the same way." It
was a very cooperative lovemaking. Mom sucked on one
of her big boobs while I did its sister. All the while
my penis was deep in Mom's cunt as our hips moved in
synchrony.
"Wouldn't it be great if you made me pregnant again."
Mom said as she pressed her swollen nipple and much of
her aureola into my mouth with her fingers, "Then I
could really nurse you while you fucked me. Not much
chance of that though. It's the wrong time of the
month. But don't stop fucking me when you suck. It
feels so good in both places. Fuck me harder. I think
I'm going to cum again. Oh yes! I'm definitely
cumming. Oh thank you David. I'm CUMMING."
Mom shuddered through still another climax. Her
nipples seemed to swell even bigger, her hips flailed
against mine and her cunt gripped my penis. I was
amazed at her ability to carry on a coherent
conversation while her body was shaking in an orgasm.
As she talked, Mom slipped her moistened finger deep
into my anus and pressed my prostate gland. No one had
ever done that to me before. It was like an electric
shock to my genitals. I had an explosive climax. I
swear I ejaculated a pint of cum into her vagina.
Passions temporarily sated, we fondled and sucked
every protruding body part. Mom held my head close to
her, shifting my mouth from boob to boob while I
nibbled on her slightly rough nipple. Her breasts were
soft yet resilient. I squeezed her tit between my
fingers until the end bulged like a water balloon. We
gently fucked each other again and both had very nice
orgasms. I felt like I came in her cunt for hours. The
climaxes were relaxed and pleasant, not earth shaking.
At least the starship didn't move. But we were both
extremely satisfied. We hugged each other and kissed,
both like mother and son and like incestuous lovers.
We had shared an unexpectedly beautiful experience, a
blending of maternal, filial, and sexual love.
Just before I took my departure Mom said "I'm sorry I
took advantage of you. But I wanted to repeat our
coupling for so long. It was wonderful the first time
and it is still wonderful."
"You didn't take advantage of me at all. I adore you
and I'm happy that it happened." Then I kissed her and
started to leave.
"Don't be a stranger," she said as I walked down the
short path.
Fortunately Keiko came home late that night. She had a
teacher's tutorial which she was required to attend. I
had plenty of time to take a quick shower and freshen
up before dinner. Besides, she liked my mother
although I'm sure she wouldn't want her sharing our
bed.
My relationship with Dr. Cohen was mixed, and frankly
a bit confusing. She was as dedicated to her craft as
she had been in making love to me several years
before. She was a very tough task master and let me
know it in no uncertain terms when I screwed up. I
spent most of every day with her attending to
patients. The evenings were devoted to learning all
the material on the videos and computer files.
I was usually exhausted when Keiko took me to bed and
loved my cares away. Thank God for Keiko. She was a
fantastic helpmeet. She stroked me and held me,
snuggled me against her lithe body and pressed my face
to her beautiful boobs. If we were not too tired we
would make love. Having a climax with Keiko was like
hitting the reset button on my mind. I would sleep,
holding my bedmate in my arms until dawn. Or at least
what passed for dawn on our starship. The central
light was dimmed every evening from about 10 p.m.
until 6 a.m.
Every morning I went back to the clinic for my daily
tongue lashing from Dr. Cohen. I could hardly believe
that we had been such passionate lovers just a couple
of years ago. She was still as beautiful as she had
ever been but to my mind she had turned into a
monster. The training went on for a full year. I
helped her tend to assorted scrapes and bruises,
intestinal upsets, and even a few broken bones.
Although given the reduced gravity of the starship,
these were infrequent. I helped with a few births too
and even handled one solo when Dr. Cohen was out of
the clinic.
Dr. Cohen told me that medicine aboard New Ark was
significantly different from that practiced on Earth
before we departed. After the plague, most infectious
diseases on board were systematically exterminated to
avoid a repetition of the population decimation.
Chronic illnesses were well controlled by drugs and
therapy. We couldn't do much about genetic problems or
structural disorders except provide support. Keiko's
mother, for example, died shortly after her husband of
an undiagnosed heart problem. Keiko was sure she died
of a broken heart.
Our diet was largely based on fruits, vegetables, and
whole grains, foods that took the least energy to
produce. The growing season was continuous so we had a
plentiful food supply. Poultry and soy were the
primary source of protein. We grew algae in large
tanks which, when compressed and flavored, provided a
good substitute for meat products. Algae also served
as a source of oxygen to refresh the air. Our cooks
learned to prepare these staples in imaginative ways.
With this "health food" diet many illnesses related to
obesity and high cholesterol disappeared almost
entirely.
As a result of our diet and life style, people
retained all their vital functions until well into old
age, at least 90 or more. Women especially appreciated
the lower gravity aboard ship. Body parts didn't sag
as much when they aged. But eventually everyone's
biological clocks ran down and they faded peacefully.
Of course the ships gravity would have to be increased
a bit when we were within a generation of our
destination so that the eventual pioneers would be
used to it. But that was a long time away.
Dr. Cohen claimed that 60 was the new 40. I'm not sure
what that meant but my mother was well over 40 years
old and looked great. Medicine on board New Ark was
now primarily preventive rather than reactive. One of
the successes of shipboard medicine was the repair of
the ravages of age and pregnancy. How could it be
otherwise in a female dominated society. That probably
accounted for the tight vaginas and perpetually
youthful appearance of the women aboard. Dr. Cohen
claimed that anyone trained in New Ark medical
procedures could make a fortune as a plastic surgeon
on Earth. I suspected that many of the same techniques
would be used on men too as they aged but right now no
males aboard ship were older than 20.
Most surgical procedures were handled by automatic
remotes with probes that penetrated into the body
through tiny incisions. Once in the patient's body,
the working head expanded into a Swiss Army knife of
surgical tools. The surgeon could watch and direct the
probe on a video screen. Dr. Cohen told me that this
type of surgery was already quite advanced when the
New Ark left Earth and in the intervening years
doctors on the ship had developed it further. Training
a competent surgeon to perform operations manually
would take years and because of the healthy life style
on board there would be few opportunities for the
surgeon to gain experience.
On the last day of my year of training Dr. Cohen
called me into her office. I had just arrived at the
clinic and I was sure I was in for another tongue
lashing. Something I had probably forgotten. But she
simply smiled one of her sweetest smiles and handed me
a slip of paper. It was my diploma. I had completed my
apprenticeship training with honors. My scores on the
theory exam were nearly perfect and I had finished the
practicum without killing or even seriously injuring a
patient. In fact Dr. Cohen said that I was one of the
best apprentices she had ever had. Instantly my hate
turned to love. I was overjoyed. And she looked as
fuckable as ever.
"Calm yourself, big boy," she said. "You're not a
doctor yet. This is just the first step. You will have
to intern in the ship's hospital for two years before
you can even sit for your medical exam. After you pass
it, you will finally get your degree. Still, it's a
lot faster than if would have been on old Earth. There
it would take at least six years. We have managed to
cut the time in half. And, by the way, since we will
be colleagues, you can stop calling me Dr. Cohen. My
given name is Riva. Why don't you call me that? Now,
let's have a drink to celebrate."
Alcohol was one of those things that was forbidden on
New Ark, so naturally there was a thriving bootlegging
industry. Most of the booze was made by fermenting
fruit behind closet doors and was pretty awful. But
Dr. Cohen had access to a supply of 99% pure medical
alcohol, and, with a small cache of herbs managed to
mix up a respectable gin substitute. She added some
fruit juice, produced a bit of ice from a freezer, and
before you know it had prepared mixed drinks worthy of
a fine bar. At least so she said. I had never been in
a bar myself. In fact I had never seen one. She
claimed that all the drink lacked was a little
umbrella. Why the drink needed an umbrella, I didn't
know. It never rained on New Ark.
Dr. Cohen's cocktail was delicious. I drank mine
fairly quickly and asked for another. Dr. Cohen raised
her eyes at that but poured me a second glass. Now
remember, I was still a teen ager and I had never had
a real drink before, just a few sips of bootleg
alcoholic wine. I talked to Dr. Cohen for a few
minutes and I could tell I was slurring my words, My
tongue didn't seem to move properly. Time to go, I
thought. I tried to stand up and I had difficulty
keeping my balance. Dr. Cohen grabbed me before I fell
over.
"I think you need to lie down a while before you go
home," she said. She gently guided me into the
examining room and laid me down on the couch.
"Here David, rest for a while. We have no appointments
today. I'll be in to check on you from time to time."
"Don't go." I managed to mutter. "Dr. Cohen, Riva,
please hold me. I think I love you. I want to make
love to you again."
Dr. Cohen came over and sat by me. She put her hands
on my head and brushed my hair back.
"I like you a lot, David. You have been a wonderful
apprentice and I worked you hard. I didn't make life
easy for you and you didn't crack. And I've got to say
that you gave me some of the best evenings in my life.
I've never had a lover who made me cum the way you did
and I'm unlikely to ever have one again. But what we
had together was a long time ago. We are different
people now. Keiko is a lovely girl and I'm sure she
keeps you satisfied. I'm probably getting too old for
you too."
She got up and started to leave the couch. In my dazed
state I extended my hand. It caught between her legs
and my fingers swept over her panties, rubbing her
pussy as she moved. It was entirely unintentional on
my part. But my touch seemed to catch her attention.
She stopped and turned back to me.
"David," she said, "I would like to sleep with you
again too. But I am your supervisor and even with our
new attitude toward sexuality it is still considered
bad form for a supervisor to have sex with a
subordinate. Still, I can't forget that you are the
father of my two lovely children. Your penis has been
inside me before, wonderfully inside, so it isn't as
if it's the first time for us."
She came over and hugged me.
"I will have sex with you. Now. But only this once. It
will be our last time and you must promise never to
tell anyone about it. It will be our secret."
Somehow in the next minute or two all our clothes were
removed. I don't really remember how it happened but
it couldn't have been too difficult. Riva's hands were
magic. Our garments had devolved from the start of the
voyage to now. The controlled environment of New Ark
meant that most citizens wore minimal clothes. Men
wore shorts, and women a mini skirt. A light tunic
covered the upper part of the body for both sexes.
Sandals for the feet and a few bits of jewelry for
decoration completed the costume. Our reduced gravity
permitted both men and women to get by without much
supportive underwear although big breasted women
tended to wear bras to control the jiggle. True to
long standing tradition, men's garments had buttons on
the right, women on the left. I never understood why.
Riva's hand reached for my cock, squeezing it as if to
test its readiness. The drinks were wearing off and my
haze was almost gone. Pure alcohol acts quickly and
then wears off just as quickly. Dr. Cohen, Riva,
decided to play a while with my sex organs before any
serious action. She licked my cock from root to tip
before putting the end in her mouth to suck and chew.
She cradled my balls in her hand like two delicate
eggs, gently working her fingers around them. I could
feel my penis get hard. When she removed it from her
mouth I could see little drops of pre-cum on the tip.
Her agile tongue licked it up. She obviously savored
my taste.
"I love a Jewish cock," she said. "We don't have many
on board and yours is my favorite. You taste so nice
and fresh."
Then she moved further up on my body. Although I had
instigated the sexual contact, it was now all Dr.
Cohen's show. She was simply pleasing herself while I
worked off the effects of the two cocktails. Her mouth
covered my nipple and she began sucking and gently
nibbling. I had had my nipple licked but never really
worked over by an expert. This was a revelation. The
feelings were amazing. I guess that's why women like
men to suck their tits. Riva's nipples were much, much
bigger than mine and if the pleasure scaled up with
the size it is no wonder that she liked me to love her
boobs.
Finally she reached her target. Her mouth covered mine
and we French kissed each other, swallowing each
other's tongues. Her tongue penetrated so deeply into
my mouth that I'm sure she could lick my penis from
inside. Her hand found my stiff cock and she rubbed it
on her pussy lips for a few moments before guiding it
into her vagina. I could feel the head of my cock
pushing aside her pussy lips. Her vagina was tight,
warm, and already moist. It squeezed my cock as it
welcomed me. I could hardly believe I was fucking Riva
Cohen again.
"Fuck me, David. Fuck me good," she whispered. "Split
my pussy with your big cock." She was still my boss so
I complied. We began moving slowly on each other, our
lower bodies joined at the hip while our hands
wandered at will over our upper torsos. I clutched her
breasts. They had definitely gotten bigger in the last
few years. Each was much more than a handful. In fact
two hands could barely hold one. Her nipple found my
mouth while I gently fucked her.
"Do you like my tits David? They're so much bigger
now. They're your doing, you know. Nursing your two
children did that to them. It feels so nice when you
hold them."
Then, as if someone had flipped a carnal switch, we
began fucking in earnest. Riva's motions on my cock
became almost frantic as did my plunging into her
pussy.
"Oh yes, David. I've wanted this for years. Fuck me.
Make me cum like you did before. Make me really cum."
I, too, was getting really excited. While my session
with Mrs. Bergen was the most erotic of my life, and
my evenings with Keiko were immensely pleasurable,
I've never cum as forcefully or as intensely as I did
with Riva. Cumming with her was like having
excruciatingly pleasurable root canal work done on
your genitals. It's an odd way of describing it but it
conveys the idea.
I felt my body rising to a sexual height. Riva's face
had the almost agonized look that I had seen years
before. Her body was inflicting the torture of
ultimate sexuality on her. She clutched me tight and I
could feel her legs start a pre-orgasmic dance,
quivering and tensing under me.
"I'm starting to cum, David. You are making me cum.
Open your eyes. Look at me. Look at my face. Watch me
cum. You are doing it to me again. I want you to see
me cum. Only a few seconds more. LOOK AT ME. I'M GOING
TO CUM. YES, YES. I'M CUMMING NOW! I'M CUMMING! I'M
CUMMING!"
The force of Riva's orgasm literally pulled the sperm
from my balls. I felt her cunt literally milking my
cock and I ejaculated in the midst of Riva's final
cries, orgasming my guts out. I watched her face as
she writhed through the final seconds. A beautiful
mask of passion. She was a goddess of sex.
We clutched each other as we came down from our peak.
She hugged me and kissed me. Our legs entwined and our
bodies seemed to merge together. Then the carnal
switch flipped off. I sensed our return to normalcy.
Finally, after a few minutes, she sat up. She was Dr.
Cohen again.
"Well," she said, "that was very nice. Have you had
enough or should we try for seconds?"
I simply reached out and touched her. I was physically
and emotionally exhausted. First by passing my medical
apprenticeship but mostly by our monumental, probably
never to be repeated fuck. I knew that any more sex
with Riva today would be an anticlimax and I had the
good sense to call it quits.
As she put on her clothes she reminded me that I would
be starting my internship at the hospital tomorrow and
cautioned me not to be late. The supervisor of interns
was a stickler for promptness. She would check in on
my progress from time to time. I was also expected to
pay regular visits to Riva's clinic. The unsaid
implications hung in the air.
Finally, as I was leaving she mentioned that she was
using birth control and the likelihood of her having
another one of my babies was slim. There was no need
to mention our dalliance to Keiko.
And so things continued for the next couple of years.
I received my training at the hospital and was finally
awarded my medical degree. I married Keiko and, in
time, we had two children, an absolutely lovely little
girl and a fine baby boy. I served as junior physician
at the clinic. My relationship with Riva was very
professional, although I must confess that we had very
good, often fabulous sex once in a while when things
were slow at the clinic. She insisted that these
sessions acted as a safety valve, necessary to prevent
sexual tension from building up to the point where we
threw caution to the winds and fell into one of our
passionate orgies. I bowed to the logic of her
clinical diagnosis.
Six years had now passed from the ending of Project
Seed. Keiko and I were now officially adults. Since we
were over the age of 21 we could participate in all
ship's decisions and were fully informed about the
implications of living on a generation vessel. Since
the trip was expected to take up to 400 years, we knew
that we would be dead long before we reached our
destination. Our children and grandchildren would have
died as well. Perhaps our great, great, great
grandchildren might live to see our arrival at the new
planet, tentatively named Terra Nova.
We were reminded that unmanned probes had returned the
information that it was suitable for human life.
Temperatures and gravity were similar to those on old
Earth. There was an oxygen atmosphere and large
expanses of liquid water. Additional probes from our
own ship confirmed the results. Our task on the
starship was to preserve the best aspects of human
civilization and deliver a population of competent
pioneers to start a new world.
Keiko and I went about our lives as newly fledged
adults. She was now a fully accredited teacher. We
spent time with each other, raised our two children,
laughed, and loved. Our life was ideal, at least
within the context of New Ark.
Keiko progressed rapidly through the educational
hierarchy of the ship. Education was considered of
great importance. With our small population, everyone
was required to learn multiple skills since no one
knew what might befall us. In addition to being a
fledgling physician, I was also certified as a
structural mechanic. Periodically I was required to
don a space suit and conduct an examination of the
exterior of New Ark and repair damage from
micrometeorites. Keiko was on the shipboard events
management committee and was supposed to coordinate
meetings of specialty groups.
As part of this latter chore she was asked to arrange
a meeting of senior teachers from all over the ship to
discuss plans for the coming year. The meeting would
be held in the small conference hall in our section of
the ship. She was supposed to arrange temporary
housing for the two dozen people who would attend.
Temporary housing simply meant asking local residents
if they would put up someone for the three days of the
meeting. It was impractical for everyone to go home at
night. We agreed to put someone up in our small
apartment.
I was totally surprised at the identity of the guest.
It was Amy Bergen. Yes, the same. She and Keiko hugged
each other. It was apparent to me that they knew each
other well. Mrs. Bergen was still gorgeous. She was a
bit older, of course, but her figure was perfect and
her legs superlative. The meetings were scheduled to
start the next morning so we had an opportunity to
catch up on what had happened during the intervening
years.
Mrs. Bergen's child, my son, was now in school and was
staying with Amy's next door neighbor for the rest of
the week. From what Amy told us, he was a fine boy,
Someone to be proud of. I don't know for sure if Keiko
knew that I had fathered the child. I suspect that she
did. We ate a nice dinner together and had a bottle of
bootleg fruit wine that one of our neighbors had
created. I am told that it was quite good. Old timers
say that resembled a good Earth wine but might have
been a little stronger. Sort of like a less sweet port
or sherry. After Keiko and I put our own children to
bed we relaxed for a long talk.
By the time we finished the bottle of wine our talk
became unusually frank. I noticed that Keiko and Amy
took every opportunity to touch each other when
washing dishes and cleaning up the residue of our
meal. Finally I got the courage to ask if they had
known each other outside of the classroom during our
school days.
"Well, of course," said Keiko. "Didn't you know that
Mrs. Bergen, Amy that is, and I were lovers. I mean,
after all, you got to fuck all those women on weekends
and what did we have. There were 20 available women
for every man on board and we got to go to the Project
Seed sex chambers only twice a year. And I got knocked
up at 14 the first time I went. That put me out of
action for a long time. My mother had died and Amy
literally saved me from going crazy. After I gave the
baby up for adoption she comforted me and held me and
loved me. All that time you boys were fucking other
women."
It was the first time I had seen my wonderful wife,
Keiko, deeply angry at me. We had had fights just like
any husband and wife, but this was deep resentment.
"Go easy on David," Amy said. "It's not his fault. He
was just a 14 year old boy too. What did he know? I
was the one who recruited him into Project Seed when
you were both in my class. I didn't know you liked
each other and I certainly didn't know you would get
married. And, if you hadn't already guessed, he is the
father of my last wonderful child. I love you but I
also love David. He gave me the most rewarding evening
of my life after my husband died. You are indeed a
lucky woman."
Keiko was taken aback at Amy's rebuke. She looked a
bit sheepish.
"Oh David and Amy, I'm so sorry. I've been hiding my
feelings about Project Seed for so long. I always
thought it was unfair that the boys got the pleasure
and the girls had the babies." She came over and
kissed both of us as if to make up.
"Well some of us women thought it was unfair too. We
didn't need to be fucked to have children. We could
have had babies by artificial insemination. But the
ship administration thought that total abstinence from
all heterosexual intercourse would warp society. So we
established a rationale for baby making as sort of a
lottery. We didn't want to eliminate sex between men
and women but we wanted to give it a reasonable
justification. Every woman got a chance to do it once
in a while. You were one of the unlucky ones who got
caught the first time. My two girls came during the
middle of the program. My lover was a young boy who
simply shoved his penis into me, ejaculated, and
called an end to the session. It was one of the most
unsatisfactory sexual experiences I ever had. It was
his first time and I probably frightened him. But I
got pregnant. I had my last child, David's son, nine
months after the program ended. He was my very last
coupling, and by far the best."
"Sure, between my infrequent chances at sex with men,
I had women lovers. Women have to help women
sometimes. Just as I helped you Keiko. You know that I
like sex. It didn't much matter to me whose hand was
at my pussy and whose mouth was on my tits as long as
I had a climax. Six months between fucks is a long
time to wait. But I really loved you Keiko. You seemed
to care for me as much as I did for you. And David,
you know that I thought of you all the time when I
masturbated. Our last evening together was like a
dream come true. I love you both so much. I hate to be
a cause of friction between you. It's all in the past
anyway, Can't we just kiss and make up."
By this time both women were hugging and crying. I
came over and they grasped me into a three way hug.
Despite my intention to be sympathetic and caring, I
felt my erection rising. Soon I had a massive hard on.
How could I not in the arms of the two women I loved
most in our little world. I felt a hand reach down and
hold it but I couldn't tell whose hand it was.
Finally Keiko said, "It's getting late. I think we
should all go to bed."
We had prepared a bed for our guest, a very
comfortable pull out couch, in the living room. But
then Keiko surprised me still again.
"We have plenty of room in our bedroom. It's a large
bed and I'm sure we will all be comfortable. It's not
as if we haven't slept together before. Well, perhaps
not at the same time."
We sat around and talked for a while, mostly about
casual things, yet the 600 pound gorilla in the room
was the realization that in a little while I would
probably have my cock in Keiko's cunt while she would
be eating out Amy's pussy. Or perhaps it would be the
other way around, I would have my cock in Amy's cunt
while she ate Keiko's pussy. But how to get started?
Keiko was the practical one, as she usually was.
"Amy," she said, "why don't you start by undressing
David and me. While you are taking our clothes off,
you can decide what you want to do next."
Amy took another gulp of her drink and rose, slightly
unsteadily, to her feet. I'm sure the wine didn't
affect her yet so it must have been the anxiety of the
situation. She approached me and started to unbutton
my tunic. I helped with the hard buttons but she did
most of the work. Within a minute she had it
unfastened.
"While you step out of those clothes, David, I'll work
on Keiko."
Keiko was easier. All she was wearing was a loose
tunic over her bra and some panties. Amy was used to
woman's clothes and had her undressed in a few
seconds. She unsnapped the bra and Keiko's breasts
swung free, glad, I'm sure, not to be confined any
more. I instantly appreciated Dr. Cohen's comments on
the advantages of lower gravity on the female figure.
Then Mrs. Bergen, Amy, shrugged off her own clothes.
Nudity was not a big deal aboard New Ark. It's hard to
be uptight about personal privacy in such confined
quarters. But it was still odd for me to see the two
women I lusted after standing buck naked in the same
room without any idea of what to do next.
Again Keiko solved the problem. She looked at Amy's
lovely mounds, then reached out her hands and grasped
a breast. Her fingers sunk into the elastic tissue as
she slowly pulled the boob toward her face. Amy didn't
move. She just stood still waiting to see where
Keiko's fancy led her. Keiko engulfed the nipple in
her mouth and started sucking. Amy put her hand around
Keiko's head and held her close. After about a minute
of sucking, Keiko released Amy's breast, then looked
closely at it. The wet nipple was engorged and the
areola had become bumpy.
Amy took a step backward, bent over slightly, then put
one hand on Keiko's mound while the other cradled my
balls and cock. It was almost as if she couldn't
decide whom to do first. It must have been an odd
sight. The three of us were nude, standing next to
each other like statues in a Grecian garden. Mrs.
Bergen had a hand in each of our pubic areas. She was
working my cock with her fingers and rapidly making me
hard. I couldn't see but I could sense that she had
some of the fingers of her other hand in Keiko's cunt.
In a sense, she was giving me a hand job and finger
fucking Keiko. I had the feeling that Amy would, if
she could, give both of us orgasms at the same time.
Keiko, very perceptive Keiko, immediately understood
the nature of Amy's dilemma. Amy wanted both of us in
the worst way but she was afraid that if she fucked me
first, Keiko would get jealous, and if she fucked
Keiko first, I would get jealous.
"Amy," Keiko said, "there is no need to decide which
of us to do first. Remember that in a threesome, we
all do it to each other together. The main rule is not
to leave anyone out. Each person should try to get the
other two to make love to each other. The best part is
when we all can make each other cum at the same time.
Let's all get on the bed and we will see what
happens." I'll never know where Keiko picked up such
nuggets of wisdom and I was almost afraid to ask.
Bowing to the logic of Keiko's approach, Amy squeezed
my, by now, fully erect penis and removed her fingers
from Keiko's cunt. Reluctantly letting go of our
private parts she lay down on our large bed.
Amy was as fantastically lovely as I remembered her.
Her legs were still firm, well-shaped, and very, very
sexy. Her body had changed only slightly with the
years but her breasts had become objects of classic
beauty since she stopped nursing. To my regret I
wouldn't be able to suck milk out of them anymore but
they would be wonderful to caress.
Keiko said teasingly, "How about if we both make love
to you at the same time? I'll start by loving you
above the waist while David will love you below. Or
would you rather I did the left side and David did the
right side? Then we can switch positions. Is that OK?"
Keiko winked at me and I nodded my assent. I was
really glad that Keiko had regained her sense of
humor.
"I think that either would be great," said Amy
seriously, "but if I really get to decide, this is
what I want. Keiko, I remember sucking your pussy from
our time together. Your juices taste wonderful. So
while I play with your tits, I want you to sit over me
so that I can suck your cunt until you climax. And
David, while I'm sucking Keiko, I want you to do the
same to me. Put your head between my thighs, suck me
and finger fuck me, and when you feel me getting
really hot, I want you to jam your big cock into me
and fuck me for all I'm worth. If we do it right, we
can all cum at the same time. Won't that be great? And
then when we get done, we can all take turns doing
each other."
Keiko sat down on the bed and put her arms around Amy,
kissing her on the mouth. Amy's hands found Keiko's
breasts and started kneading them gently. She raised
one to her mouth and tongued the nipple. Keiko held
Amy's head to her breast with one hand and lowered the
other until it could touch her mound. Her outstretched
fingers stroked Amy's cunt lips. Then Keiko shifted
her body and gently placed her pussy over Amy's lips.
In the meantime I loved and kissed Amy's beautiful
legs until they started to move in what I recognized
was a pre-orgasmic dance. Then I crawled between Amy's
legs and worked my hands up her thighs. I remembered
that the inside of Amy's thighs were very sensitive.
My memory was good. As I fondled the soft flesh on the
inside of her thighs she started to squirm.
Amy wrapped her long dancer's legs around me and tried
to pull me up to her cunt. When I got there I found
Keiko's hand stroking Amy's outer pussy lips. Keiko
removed her hand and guided my head into place.
Without missing a beat, my tongue replaced Keiko's
fingers on Amy's labia. I could faintly hear her moan
with pleasure even through my head was buried between
her strong thighs. After a few more minutes of sucking
and nibbling, Amy's cunt was sopping. Her juices
flowed freely and were quite delicious. The taste
brought back memories of our precious night in Project
Seed.
Amy's pussy lips were swollen and her clit was
protruding like a tiny cock. I teased her clitoris
with my tongue then wrapped my lips around it and
started sucking. As I caressed her clit with my lips
and teeth, her muscular thighs closed tighter around
my head squeezing me in time with each suck. It was as
if Amy's body was talking to me through her legs,
encouraging me to work her clitoris harder. But I
didn't want to give her a climax yet. I wanted my cock
inside her when she came. I felt that it was time for
a real fuck.
I gently pried Amy's thighs apart, even though she
tried to hold me close, and rose to a kneeling
position between her legs. My prick was exactly level
with her cunt. Amy wrapped her legs around my butt and
pulled me toward her with her full sexy calves. I
rubbed the end of my cock against her clit to moisten
it slightly, although I was leaking pre-cum like a
faucet. A final thrust of Amy's legs pulled me right
into her welcoming vagina, the first time I had been
in her since the last day of Project Seed years ago.
It felt wonderful. All the old memories came back. I
knew that I would have to concentrate on not cumming
too soon otherwise I would blow my wad on the spot.
On my knees, I could see over Amy's body. Her hands
were holding Keiko's breasts from behind. Keiko was
straddling her face while Amy was avidly licking and
sucking her cunt. It was an isosceles triangle of sex,
Keiko on one side, me on the other, and Amy at the
base connecting both of us. Keiko and I looked at each
other, reached out and held hands. I could see from
her face that she enjoyed Amy's eating out her cunt
immensely. Keiko's body started twitching as Amy
started licking her clitoris. One twitch for each
lick. Keiko's eyes got glazed and an energized look
passed over her face. She appeared as she did just
before a climax when we fucked. "Are you nearly
there?" I asked. Keiko nodded. She licked her lips. I
don't think that she was in a condition to speak.
The way Amy was moving and twisting her body showed
that she was on the verge of orgasm too. There was no
need to hold back my climax any longer. I began
driving my hard cock into Amy's cunt assisted by the
motion of her legs around my body. Every time I would
move back, she would flex her legs and pull me
forward. In a sense, she was fucking herself with my
cock. It was attached to me but she was moving it in
and out.
Keiko had passed beyond the glazed state and was on
the verge of cumming. She placed my hands on her tits
over Amy's hands. "David, Amy" she managed to utter.
"Squeeze hard."
We both grasped Keiko's tits. I helped Amy squeeze
them in time with the motion of her legs. We were all
in sync with each other. Amy's tongue on Keiko's
clitoris, Amy's legs pulling my cock into her cunt,
our fingers on Keiko's nipples. We were all rising to
a climax simultaneously. The feeling in my prick was
overwhelming. I could feel my sperm bursting out. It
was a massive cum.
Keiko, gasped and shuddered while I watched. She threw
her head back and screamed "Yes, yes! I'm cumming!"
And Amy, quiet Amy, literally spasmed under us. Her
body twisted and turned. She screamed I'M CUMMING, I'M
CUMMING. How her screams avoided waking the children,
I'll never know. She breathed deeply as she came down
from her high. Her face was flushed. Finally she freed
her mouth from Keiko's cunt and said "That was
fantastic. I've never ever cum so hard. I love both of
you so much. Thank you, thank you both."
"Now," said Amy. "I think it is time that we all went
to sleep. I have to get up early to attend the meeting
tomorrow. It would be better if I used the bed that
you prepared in the other room otherwise I might just
try for a repeat performance and none of us would get
any sleep at all tonight."
After Keiko and I lay down in our own bed, she hugged
me and said, "Put yourself in me. No, don't fuck me.
Just put yourself in while I talk to you. I'm going to
be completely honest. We owe it to each other."
"I hope you don't mind too badly that Amy and I relate
to each other the way we do. You are not the only one
that wants her lovely body around you. I hated Project
Seed. For a long time I thought it ruined my life. I
had just turned 14 when I was selected for my visit. I
was a virgin and my first chance at sex hurt terribly.
My partner was one of the older boys and it was
obvious that he didn't care how I felt. He didn't even
try to get me excited. He just drove his cock right
into me and I felt things tear inside. The pain was
awful but I got pregnant right away and spent the next
year in misery having the baby. Because I was 14 and
alone, I gave the baby up for adoption just after it
was born. I didn't even get to see it.
Amy was very kind to me. I thought of her as Mrs.
Bergen then. She was just a very understanding and
sympathetic teacher. She held me and comforted me and
helped me through the pregnancy. She loved me when I
needed love. I had dinner in her apartment one evening
and fell asleep on her bed. She lay down next to me,
held me in her arms, kissed me and gave me my first
real climax. I guess I must have fallen in love with
her. I hated sex with Project Seed but I enjoyed it
with Amy.
After I gave the baby up I thought that I would spend
the rest of my life as her lesbian love toy. I fondled
her and kissed her, sucked her and fucked her. After
she had her babies she would hold me in her arms and
let me nurse from her tits. I lived for the times we
would lie in bed and eat each other's pussys. Her body
is such a playground and I had a free pass on all the
rides. She is one of the reasons I decided to become a
teacher."
Keiko went on. "I hated boys. You guys seemed to be
having so much fun poking different women every week.
It wasn't until I started hanging out with you that I
realized that boys and girls could be friends. Amy was
often busy with her twins and with school
responsibilities so she had less time to spend with
me. I know you liked me in school and you were fun to
be with. I didn't plan to have sex with you. I didn't
even know if I liked boys anymore. Maybe it would hurt
just like before. But you were so nice to me and you
seemed to want to sleep with me so much that I gave it
a try."
"The first sex we had with each other was a revelation
for me. Not only did you make me cum but I learned to
enjoy it and I learned to enjoy you. I found that I
really liked having you inside me. You gave me better
climaxes than anyone I'd ever been with. In fact
that's when I started to fall in love with you. I'm
sure you know that I'd had sex with a few of the other
guys in Project Seed and with a couple of other women.
I was even in some three ways. That's where I learned
the rules. But you were the best and I grew to love
you deeply. I've never been with another man since we
got married and I have no intentions of ever being
with another."
"Amy Bergen is another story. I have a deep emotional
attachment to her. She is like an older sister. But I
also love her body. When I'm with her all I can think
about is her tits and pussy. She seems to have the
same effect on you too. I swear I didn't know until
tonight that you loved Amy as much as I do and that
you were the father of her last child. I thought she
was always Mrs. Bergen to you. If you agree, we can
both have Amy on our own terms without affecting our
marriage. Remember, I may lust after Amy but I love
you. I hope you feel the same way."
"Now I want you to give my titty a good bite. Don't
bite my nipple off but make it hurt a bit. It will be
my punishment for being so mean to you. Afterwards
fuck me slowly and gently, lover, and then let's get
some sleep. I want to cum with your cock in my cunt."
And so life on New Ark went on. Keiko and I raised our
two children and saw them mature into responsible
adults. I practiced medicine, working closely with Dr.
Riva Cohen. When things were slow we slept together.
Well, not really slept. It was more like a quick,
intense fuck on the examining table. She never got
over being a screamer and I must say that I
appreciated the ovation that she gave to my sexual
performance. Riva was the cherry on my sexual sundae.
As I was hers.
We saw Amy Bergen frequently. Keiko was on one of her
educational committees and they spent a lot of time
together. I never inquired too closely about what they
discussed but she often returned from their meetings
with a smile on her face.
On her monthly visits to our section of the starship,
Amy stayed with us. We never got too much sleep those
nights. We repeated our three way lovemaking
regularly, often using variations. Sometimes I was the
base of the triangle, Amy's cunt on my mouth, my penis
in Keiko, while the two women faced each other kissing
and fondling each other's bodies. I liked this
position. While my tongue massaged Amy's swollen
clitoris I could run my hands over her magnificent
legs, clutching her thighs and calves. Sucking one
while I fucked the other provided a sexual experience
beyond my wildest dreams. Repeated practice enabled us
to adjust our timing so that we all would cum within
seconds of each other.
If I came home late from the clinic on the nights that
Amy visited, I would occasionally find that they had
started without me. Amy and Keiko would kiss and
fondle each other after the children were in bed. If I
interrupted them they simply said that they were
warming themselves up to anticipate my return. Once,
when I was delayed longer than usual, I found Amy and
Keiko sitting together in the armchair. Keiko was on
Amy's lap, her lips sucking on the turgid nipple of
Amy's breast which protruded obscenely from the
unbuttoned top of her tunic. Amy's hand was moving
rapidly under Keiko's short skirt. I stood silently in
the doorway, watching. Both were unaware of my
presence.
Amy whispered softly into Keiko's ear, "Suck me baby.
Suck Mommy" while her hand continued its motion. I
could hear soft squishing sounds as her fingers
plunged deep into Keiko's juicy cunt. Keiko's legs
extended and started an uncontrolled twitching, her
back arched as Amy's hand motion increased in tempo. I
could see Keiko's cheeks hollow and fill as she sucked
Amy's breast. She was virtually devouring it. The
nipple, areola, and the end of the large tit had
vanished into Keiko's mouth. Amy's breast flesh
rippled with each of Keiko's sucks. The sexual tension
in the room was almost electric. I almost came simply
watching them. Finally Keiko's legs spasmed in an
orgiastic dance, her body convulsed, and she had a
massive climax. Amy's arms wrapped around her and held
her tight until she wound down. It was beautiful.
I felt that I had intruded on a particularly private
scene. I had known Keiko for most of my life and she
always presented herself in public as a confident,
self-assured woman. But deep inside she harbored a
needy, dependent child who found a supportive mother
figure in Amy. I could never provide that sort of
comfort. I lusted after Amy but Keiko needed her. We
three were tied in an emotional Gordian knot.
On several occasions Amy and I simply fucked, no
pretense about it, while Keiko watched us and
masturbated. These sessions were not planned in
advance. When Amy visited we usually ate our evening
meal seated around a small dining room table. Midway
through the meal I would feel Amy's foot insinuate
itself into my crotch. Her agile dancer's toes
massaged my penis into erection while the three of us
talked about the events of the day. My hands stroked
Amy's full and sensuously curved calf while her toes
played with my cock. I found it hard to keep up my end
of the conversation. Keiko and Amy would exchange
knowing glances in a secret private language. In
retrospect I guess they were determining who would
have me for dessert.
After dinner, when the kids were in bed, Keiko simply
led the two of us to the bedroom and told us, quite
matter-of-factly, to make love to each other. It
wasn't as though we left Keiko out intentionally. She
encouraged us to have sex, saying that, even if she
wasn't up to a three way that evening, she wanted to
watch the two people she loved most in the world
enjoying themselves.
We always did it with the lights on. Amy and I liked
to look at each other. While Amy and I fucked, Keiko
would strip to the buff and sit in the armchair. She
loved to display her beautiful nude body to us and, I
must admit, we enjoyed looking at her. It might have
even been an unconscious reproach to us. A way of
saying that we should be fucking her instead of each
other. But much as I loved Keiko, an opportunity to
penetrate Amy's cunt was too much to pass up.
Keiko would sit with her legs spread in front of her
and finger her pussy. She would raise a breast in her
hands and suck her nipple. Amy and I would turn our
heads to see Keiko rubbing her cunt lips and plunging
her fingers in and out of her very wet vagina. Her
body started shaking and her legs tensed. Every muscle
in her body stood out as in an anatomical drawing as
she rose toward a self-induced orgasm. Just as Amy and
I reached our peak we would hear a muffled gasp as
Keiko climaxed as well. I don't know if Keiko timed
her orgasms to throw us off our pace but I don't think
it worked as she intended. After a while Amy and I
looked forward to Keiko's exhibition. It added a touch
of visual spice to what was already a very erotic
situation. Keiko looked absolutely lovely as she
climaxed.
On some occasions, when Keiko insisted that Amy and I
lie together, we had a mini orgy sucking and
penetrating all the orifices in each other's bodies. I
would fuck Amy the way she most liked it, doggie style
from behind while she knelt on hands and knees. Amy's
big breasts would dangle downward, swinging wildly as
she moved. Her stiff nipples rubbed the mattress,
adding further to her excitement. Sometimes she would
balance on one arm and use her other hand to grab my
cock and scrotum pulling me into her as we fucked
while I grasped her around the thighs. Other times I
would use her dangling tits as reins to pull her body
back and forth on my stiff cock. Keiko often
participated in our little orgy. She would suck one of
Amy's dangling tits if was free or help push my cock
into Amy's cunt. Once in a while, when I was plunging
into Amy from behind, Keiko would sit in front of her
and offer Amy her tits or cunt to suck.
Amy made throaty sounds as she approached her climax
which coalesced into muted screams when she orgasmed.
Not loud enough to shake the walls but plenty loud
enough for both of us to hear. She was a dignified
school principal, after all. "Yes, yes. Oh God. Yes.
Fuck me. Fuck me. Pinch my nipples. Pull my titties
hard. Suck me. Bite me. Drive into me. Make me cum."
Then she threw caution to the winds with a wild shout
"YES! YES! IM GOING TO CUM. I'M CUMMING!" and had a
violent orgasm, pulling me to a climax along with her.
Keiko never objected to my fucking Amy in her
presence. I guess she figured it was my turn to enjoy
voluptuous Amy as she almost certainly did following
their professional meetings. Keiko never told me the
details of what they did after those meetings. But I'm
sure that what they did pleased them both.
While I would have loved to see Amy and Keiko in the
throes of passion, I was happy with the result. When
Keiko returned from one of these "conferences" she
would grab me, drag me into the bedroom, and literally
fuck my brains out. I don't know if the motivation was
guilt or a frustrated desire to have a real prick in
her cunt but after my second or sometimes third
orgasm, I didn't give a damn. Those nights Keiko would
hold me in her arms until morning and sometimes give
my morning erection a nice blow job. It was a
wonderful wake up call.
All in all, the three of us, Amy, Keiko, and I, loved
each other deeply and were content in our unorthodox
relationship.
I visited my mother from time to time to see how my
child was getting on. Mom and I never repeated our
sexual marathon although she did occasionally surprise
me with an intense and very satisfying fuck on my
birthday or on holidays. She said it was easier and
far more fun than baking a cake. I guess we both felt
that it was unseemly for mother and son to be actual
lovers. I never felt any guilt about fucking my Mom. I
rationalized that I was just helping her get the
maximum pleasure from her body. It certainly pleased
me.
The closest I got to an incestual relationship was
having a bang up sexual fling with my stepsister Eva.
Mom asked me to come over but called me to tell me
that she would have to work late in the ship's
commissary and that she would be slightly delayed. I
told her that I would wait. When I entered Mom's
quarters unannounced, I found Eva lying on Mom's bed
pleasuring herself. Her skirt was raised and her tunic
top was open. Both her large breasts were fully
exposed. I watched for a few minutes as she played
with her ample tits with one hand and worked her cunt
with the other. Eventually she realized that I was in
the room. She was very casual about it. Eva was always
very uninhibited about sex. Anything worth doing was
worth doing in public.
"Mom asked me to come over and visit. She called to
say she would be late. I got tired of waiting." Eva
shuddered a bit then went on without missing a beat.
"Hang around, David. I'm almost done. I'm going to cum
soon. Then we can talk. Help get me myself off. Lick
my clit the way you used to."
While she talked Eva's hand worked furiously on her
cunt while the other rolled her nipple. Her body
jerked and spasmed and her legs beat a sexual tattoo
on the bed. I could hear the squishy sounds her
fingers made as she finger fucked herself. Yet her
speech sounded almost normal with no trace of the
sexual ecstasy which was wracking her body. She was
one of those people who could perform sexually while
carrying on a coherent conversation about a totally
unrelated subject. Just like Riva Cohen or Mom. It
boggled my imagination. When I was in the throes of
passion, all I could think about was fucking. My mind
had no room for anything else.
Eva spread her legs and beckoned me to come over. She
removed her hand and I leaned over and licked her
pussy, paying special attention to the clitoris. I
remembered that she liked me to do that. Her pussy
juices tasted just like Mom's. I licked her swollen
clit until I felt her body stiffen and shudder to an
orgasm. When she came she put her arms around me and
clutched me to her.
"Thank you David. That was nice. I was just amusing
myself waiting for Mom to get home."
We relaxed while Eva caught her breath. It was family
news catch up time as we talked of everything that had
happened since we last saw each other. We talked about
our various career paths. Eva was a reporter for the
New Ark communications network, a pretentious name for
the shipboard TV and radio station. She asked how I
was getting along with Keiko and about our kids.
Eva was amazed about how much I had grown since she
played with me as a child. While we talked she slowly
removed both her tunic and skirt. It was a very
sensuous strip tease. Eva wondered how I had matured
but I could see that she had matured very well. Her
breasts had grown from apple sized to grapefruit sized
and her nipples were as big as small acorns. At the
rate her breasts were growing she would look just like
her mother in a few years. And that's not bad. Her
pubis was covered with soft fuzzy down like hair. I
could see her still swollen pink pussy lips between
her legs. By this time I was rock hard. Never mind
that she was my sister. A stiff cock doesn't care. Eva
was very seductive. After what seemed an eternity of
teasing she unzipped my fly.
She played with my penis like a child with a new toy,
examining it closely and touching it all over. Holding
my cock with one hand she grasped her naked breast
with the other and rubbed her engorged nipple against
the cock head. She flipped her nipple back and forth
with her finger, stroking my cock, masturbating me
with her tit. No one had ever done that to me before.
It felt very nice. Unusual, but nice. Little drops of
pre-cum emerged from the cock head which she swept up
with her finger. She put the finger in her mouth,
tasting my emission. She must have remembered our teen
explorations because she lowered her head, wrapped her
lips around my cock, and started gently sucking.
"You taste nice, brother of mine. One good suck
deserves another. Cum for me. I want your cum." Eva's
lips and tongue worked my prick so skillfully that I
gushed a tablespoon of sperm into her mouth. She
swallowed it with relish, obviously enjoying the
taste.
I started to soften but she continued sucking and
chewing the head of my cock and used her hands on the
shaft. Soon, thanks to Eva's attention, I was hard
again.
"Put it inside me." she said. "I wanted you to fuck me
since we were just teen agers. I hoped we would be
assigned together in Project Seed but no such luck.
But I've got your cock in my hands now and I won't let
you get away until you fuck me."
How could I resist that invitation? I disrobed and sat
next to her on Mom's bed.
"OK," she said. "You're ready. Stick it in and ride
me. Split my cunt. Fuck me so hard I can't stand." She
simply sat astride me and guided my cock into her
vagina. She was warm, wet, and very tight. A cunt to
die for. What else could I do but fuck her.
As her voracious cunt gripped my cock I got carried
away. I had almost forgotten how turned on I was by
our erotic play as teens. But my body remembered. Eva
shoved her tit into my mouth. "Suck me! Bite me! Fuck
me! Bite harder, I want your tooth marks on my tit."
Not only was she getting to look like Mom but she
shared many of Mom's sexual predilections. I bit as
hard as I dared, even tasting a little blood. She
certainly would have my brand on her breast.
Our intense fuck made up for years of wasted
opportunity. Pent up desire drove our bodies with such
energy that we exploded in a simultaneous orgasm
within just a few minutes. Eva spasmed violently just
as I ejaculated explosively into her cunt. I'm sure
half the starship could hear our climactic screams.
"We should have done this when we were kids. I would
have been your sex slave. I would have loved to have
your babies. Instead I wasted all that time being used
by anonymous guys in Project Seed. I wasn't lucky
enough to find a boyfriend to fuck me like Keiko did.
Once in a while, yes. But the only ways I could have
regular orgasms was by masturbation, just like you saw
when you came in. I put strange things into my cunt
and was used by dozens of women. All I ever wanted was
to have you fuck me. You should have paid more
attention to your family." After this faint reproach
she joked that I was much better than an Orgasmatron.
I certainly hoped so.
We did it two more times that afternoon. Once with me
on top, once with Eva on top. Both were more relaxed
but were supremely enjoyable. Between fucks Eva and I
examined her tits, kissing them to make them feel
better. She definitely would carry my tooth marks for
a couple of days but there was no apparent damage. I
gained a real appreciation of my sister's erotic
capabilities that afternoon.
Mom never did show up. I have the suspicion that she
arranged the visit as a mutual birthday gift, giving
me to Eva and Eva to me. It would have been completely
in Mom's character.
Sex with siblings was permissible according to our new
social code. Birth control was almost infallible. The
mixed up genetics and the great disparity in the
male/female ratio aboard the New Ark effectively
removed the prohibition against familial incest. There
was little family structure to hold together. We were
all one big, happy family anyway.
From the previous paragraphs you might get the idea
that I was a starship Casenova. Hardly. I was a normal
guy with a reasonable sexual appetite. It's just that
the sex ratio for the two decades after the plague was
so skewed in favor of women that the few men aboard
had the maximum of opportunity. A twentieth century
psychologist found that the sex drive in males was
insatiable given enough stimulus variety. And I
certainly had that variety. Amy had a body that I
lusted after, Riva was a shot of sexual adrenalin, Mom
was a luxurious and comfortable fuck, Eva was a
younger, more aggressive version of Mom, and Keiko -
Keiko was the woman I loved. And, of course there were
others from time to time.
Keiko knew that I was intimate with other women but it
was OK, even expected, as long as I came home to her
every night. That was the way things were on the New
Ark. It was the behavioral norm of our generation. She
orchestrated our mutual relationship with Amy and
certainly knew that I fucked Riva Cohen once in a
while. Just as I knew of her involvement with Amy
Bergen. She probably suspected that I had fucked my
Mom too. Keiko liked Mom very much and once confessed
to me that she would like to enjoy Mom's voluptuous
body herself. She said she just never could find the
opportunity to do it.
And so time went on. The New Ark continued its
monotonous journey to Alpha Centauri. In this context,
monotonous is good. Keiko and I had a very good life,
following the dictum of a forgotten 20th century poet
that the secret to a happy marriage was "A lot of sex
at home, and a little on the side." Frequent visits
from our good friend, Amy Bergen added a little spice.
On occasion Keiko visited my Mom or Mom came to our
apartment. The kids played together while Mom and
Keiko used the opportunity to get better acquainted.
Were they intimate or just friends? I never asked.
They might well have given each other climaxes. Both
were very desirable and sexy women and would have
enjoyed each other. The giveaway was Keiko's attention
to me after each visit. Just as with Amy, we fucked
like rabbits after Mom left. Keiko even used the
prostate trick on me, something she had never done
before Mom's visits. I would have loved to see Mom and
Keiko, the two people I loved most in the world, in
each other's arms but I felt I owed them the privacy
of their relationship.
Keiko progressed through the educational hierarchy
and, when Amy Bergen retired, became the educational
head of our starship. I worked closely with Riva
Cohen, sometimes under her, sometimes over her, often
in her, until she too retired. Our relationship was
very professional, based on mutual respect, and a
fantastic sexual compatibility. She had other lovers,
of course, as did I. But neither of us could ever find
anyone who could raise us to the sexual peaks as could
the other. Loving Riva was like climbing the Mt.
Everest of sex. It was wonderful to experience but you
couldn't live there. When Riva retired, a most
distinguished and respected doctor, she recommended
that I be appointed in her stead. In due time I became
the Chief Medical Officer of the New Ark.
Now, 60 years later, it's hard to believe that our
children, and all those I fathered, will be dead long
before "New Ark" reaches her destination. But I
believe our great, great, great grandchildren will
someday appreciate the unusual arrangements we made
for their sake. And I like to think that both Mom and
Mrs. Bergen are looking down on us from the stars now
that they have passed on. They may be gone in body but
they live forever in my dreams.
THE END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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