Steve
had gotten erections before, but this one was different. The others all
went away within a few minutes. Now his cock was really hard, and his
balls ached. He knew this moment would come, and he knew what to do.
"Hey dad," he said when he found William. "I got a hard one that won't
go away. And my nuts ache."
William rose and punched his son in the shoulder. "Welcome to being a
real man! You're a stud now. Let's get you a fuck."
There were rarely more than two studs in a clan, and to everyone else
they came across as crude and boorish.
Studs
had to empty their balls pretty often or they would get sick. This
being his first time, Steve had to shoot off pretty soon. Studs could
never jerk off, either. Their bodies were set up so the only place they
could unload was up inside a pussy.
William bellowed through the compound, "Steve's a stud now. Who's gonna
spread her legs and give him a pussy to fuck?"
There
was no immediate response. "Come on, girlies, one of you cunts can open
up for him, or do we have to find one of you and nail you?"
Martha
appeared. She was the clan leader but was not going to volunteer. It
had to be one of the breeders -- a young stud in his first sex could
hurt an ordinary woman pretty badly.
Sarah appeared. She was a breeder. In fact, she was Steve's mother.
"So, is it time?" she asked Steve. He nodded.
"Of course it is, pussy, or I wouldn't be shouting like this!" William
said.
"Well, let's do it in your room," she said to Steve.
Steve led Sarah in, and William followed. "Why don't you wait outside?"
Sarah said.
"Nonsense, it's my son's first time, and I wanna watch him nail you."
Sarah sighed. With studs you had to pick your battles.
This
was Steve, her own flesh and blood. She had nursed him, watched him
grow up as a child, watched him fill out with muscle on his way to
becoming a stud. Now he was one, and he was ready for his first fuck.
"Remember," she told him, "this hurts me, up inside. I know you've
gotta do that some, but don't overdo it, OK?"
"Nonsense!" said William. "It's his first time. Let it all out! Be a
real stud your first time. Fuck her for all you're worth."
Sarah reached up to stroke Steve's face and smiled, then disrobed and
assumed the doggy position on the bed.
"Go to her!" said William.
Sarah
felt Steve's weight on the bed behind her, then felt his cock at her
opening, and then felt it slide in. Steve gasped and moaned. Sarah
didn't know what it felt like for a male to get into a pussy for the
first time, but she imagined it must feel pretty special. And her son
had just done it.
Steve's cock got in further with each thrust,
and within a few seconds Sarah felt it bang against the end of her
pussy. Then he began a vigorous in and out, banging her a little on
each inthrust. He went faster and pushed more insistently on the end of
her pussy.
"Shit!" Sarah said. "That hurts!"
Steve picked
up the pace and pushed even harder. She knew he would. "Ouch! You're
tearing me!" she said, exaggerating a little. She thought she could
feel Steve getting ready to shoot.
William sensed it too, because he said, "Nah, son, not a little sissy
fuck like that, let it go all the way! Fuck away!"
Sarah
looked back over her shoulder to see Steve get a lecherous grin. His
thrusts got even wilder, stabbing her innards with each stroke, making
it really, really hurt. He was a stud now, part of his father's kind
now, and that meant it didn't matter that she was his mother. "Oh
shit!" Sarah screamed. Steve was fucking with abandon.
"That's more like it son! Screw her good!"
Within
a minute of picking up the pace, Steve gasped and moaned and held his
prick very deep inside her, stabbing her with a steady pain. Right on
schedule she felt the burning. Since his balls had never been emptied
before, it was a more intense burn than usual.
Steve then relaxed and slid out, a river of brownish liquid spilling
out of Sarah's pussy onto the sheets.
"Great job, son!" said William. "You fucked her good! Now I'm gonna
take a shot too."
Sarah
knew this would happen. She just stayed in her hands and knees position
as William mounted her from the rear and lunged in. William had fucked
her many, many times before, so she knew what to expect. If anything,
seeing his son fuck her had made his cock a little harder and his
thrusts more forceful than usual. Each inward stab made her pussy
stretch very painfully. But within 30 seconds William froze and she
felt the burning from his load of sperm.
"Thanks, Sarah old lady," he said, catching his breath.
Sarah
got up and wiped away the worst of the brown gunk where it leaked from
her pussy. As she left, she had an impulse to congratulate Steve on
becoming a true stud, but held back. He had been her son, but now his
allegiance had shifted and he was one of them.
A few days later, William found Steve for a more serious chat.
"You liked fucking Sarah?"
"Yeah, it was great," said Steve in the low voice of a full-grown stud.
"Now's
the hard part. If you're gonna fuck lots of pussies and make lots of
babies, you gotta get another clan to take you, right? And in order to
do that, you gotta show you can fuck one of those ordinary women gently
so it doesn't hurt too much. You gotta learn how to do it, especially
when you are trying out in a new clan. But before you can even get that
far, first you've gotta do all our women here, and convince them you
can do it.
"You can fuck your heart out when you get a breeder
in heat, you gotta hold back with a breeder the rest of the time, but
you gotta really hold back for the women."
"Yeah, I can learn to do that. Whatever it takes," Steve said.
"So, what's it like being a stud over in the Ventura clan?"
"Well, lots of good fucking, I can tell you that."
"Good, good, that's what we like to hear."
This didn't convey much. You certainly couldn't get a stud to join your
clan if you said the fucking was mediocre or infrequent.
"So, how're the cunts divided up over here?"
"We
got four breeders -- well, three who are in their prime, but little
Becky will be spreading her legs within the year, I bet."
"And how many old maids?"
"I think it's seventeen. Well, it all depends on how you count it."
"Let's count it by how many have pussies you can fuck."
"Yeah,
that's what counts, isn't it? Let's see. Linda is too old, probably
won't last a year. And Minnie's the boss lady, so it's a couple times a
year a guy gets into her pants. As if you want to."
"Yeah, sure
know what you mean. They boss you around all the time, and then you go
for a fuck and it's different. Because you feel like fucking her brains
out, getting your dick to come out her throat from below, because she
pisses you off, but you actually better be all dainty or she'll make
you pay later. You'd better have done a breeder ten minutes before."
That
brought a belly laugh from both of them. They knew you were unwise to
do the boss lady when you had a heavy load of sperm to fuck deep.
"Anyway,
there are fifteen others, all good solid fucks. But then there's the
little ones coming up. I think we got three all going to come fuckable
in about two years."
Fifteen old maids and three breeders -- that was a very impressive
collection of pussy! And more fresh ones on the way.
"So, you got room for Steve here? Any room in those pussies?"
"Well,
I'll be honest with you. I wish he'd take his dick and hang it
somewhere else. A couple months now since Carl croaked and they have
all been mine! Every one! So when a breeder comes in season, I can fuck
the living daylights out of her, and all the others too. They're used
to making cockspace for two guys, so when it's just one, you get more
tail than you used to."
"Well, that's honest, man. I tell you, I
think William's losing it, and when he does..." Vince rubbed his hands
together and grinned, before returning to the main subject.
"OK,
so you don't want competition. But suppose Steve shows up. He's young,
he's new, he's hot. He's very good at the little wiggly fucks, so the
old maids love him."
"I'm damned good at all that!"
That wasn't what Vince had heard, but no point in challenging a man on
his own turf.
"Well, good for you. But your boss lady Minnie's going to be assigning
him to fuck lots of pussy you'd rather be fucking."
"Hey, Minnie don't run the whole show, you know!"
"Well, hats off to you then, my man." He knew that Minnie in fact did
run the whole show, maybe even more than Martha did.
"But,
hey!" he said, suddenly loud. "If I find you're messing around with my
nephew Steve, I'll be over and beat the shit out of you, I swear it!"
"As if you could!"
"With
one hand behind my back. But you won't have to find out, right? Because
you're going to give Steve his due. Respect him, right?"
Steve wasn't totally full grown yet, so he couldn't take Charles in a
fight for at least a couple years.
"Yeah, I'll give the little guy his chance."
"Well, good."
Charles leaned closer to the other big man, "Say, want a little piece
of breeder puss on the sly?"
"You got some?" Vince asked.
"Follow me," said Charles.
They went out a back door and around the back yard where all the clan's
junk ended up to another building and slipped in.
"Hey, Gwen honey," said Charles. "This is my new pal Vince."
She
was no great looker, but she had the boobs and the hips. She was a
breeder but she wasn't in heat. Vince would have smelled that, and
besides, Charles wouldn't volunteer to let some strange guy knock up
one of his own brood mares.
"Think you can pull down those panties for my pal here?"
"What's in it for me?"
"He's that Steve guy's uncle. You want him to join us, right? He's got
some pull."
"You do?" she said, interested now. She looked Vince up and down. "I'll
think about it," she said. "Show me your cock."
The
prospect of a good fuck had Vince getting hard, and he was happy to
drop his drawers to show his organ. He knew it looked average for a
stud.
"You keep the sex normal, OK? No drilling for my tonsils?"
Vince nodded eagerly.
"Hey, I'll beat him up if he does."
"OK," Gwen sighed, and lay back on the bed, legs spread.
Vince
mounted and inserted his organ. New pussy was a real treat. He fucked
away normally for a while, but then began to go deeper. "Oh, damn!"
said Gwen, as he felt his cock bonk the end of her pussy. "Ouch, that
hurts!" she said as he bonked again. He thought maybe she was faking
it. He banged harder, and she screeched. A few more bangs like that and
he would be messing her pussy. Just a little harder... He felt his
apparatus load with stud juice.
"Hey!" he heard Charles say. "Watch it!"
That
was an unwelcome damper on his plans, because he was all geared up for
a deep lunge. Yeah, he had promised to keep it normal. But she was a
breeder, not just some old maid. She could take it deeper, couldn't
she? Oh well. He didn't want to get in any fight with Charles. So he
gave just an ordinary lunge and she screeched again as he splatted his
sperm up inside her, over and over.
"Hey, shit!" Gwen said. "Your stuff hurts!"
Yeah,
his sperm gave the fillies a little extra burn. He was kind of proud of
it. He still wasn't going to pull out until his pulses stopped.
"Tell you what," said Charles. "I'll go right in and wash his stuff
away."
"Whatever,"
said Gwen with resignation. Of course Charles was going to follow up.
And with no other females in sight, she was going to be the lucky
recipient of his sperm.
So after Vince's dick slid out, he was a
little jealous to see Charles's heading in to fill the space. He heard
her screech, saw Charles shaft her again and again, then heard Gwen
wail as he dumped his own sticky caustic fluid up inside the bitch.
After he pulled out, Charles said, "Why thanks, Gwen old girl, for
helping my buddy relieve his aching balls."
"You'll put in a word for us with the clan?" Gwen asked.
"Why yes, I certainly will," Vince said.
Charles and Vince walked quietly back around outside to the room where
they had been meeting.
"Well, that was a pleasure," Vince said. "Meeting you, I mean."
They both laughed. Fucking Gwen was far more of a pleasure, Charles was
sure.
"Yeah, now do your part and be sure to put in a word with your boss
lady," Charles said with an exaggerated wink.
"Oh,
yeah, I'll do that," said Vince, winking back. They both knew that a
stud's opinion was not going to change anything, really. Steve was
going to join the Ventura clan if Martha allowed it, and not otherwise.
============================================================ Ordinary Women
"Mom, there's something wrong."
"What is it?"
"Something doesn't feel good."
"Something where?"
"Something on my body."
"Where on your body?"
"Well..."
A thought flashed through Carrie's mind. "Between your legs?"
Alice nodded slightly, looking down.
"Is it kind of an itch?"
"Yeah!" she said.
"That just means you're growing up! You're a big girl!"
"Because I itch?"
"Yeah, that's what happens to women."
"How long does it itch down there?"
"Not long... There's a treatment!"
"Oh, like ... the men's stuff?"
"Yes!"
"And I have to put it..."
"Yes," Carrie said gently, "in the opening between your legs.
"But you'll see ... Here, let me get a vial and syringe... Watch the
baby, will you? I know where we have new ones."
A
minute later Carrie returned, opening a plastic packet to reveal a
small instrument. It was much like what doctors give shots with, except
instead of a sharp needle, it had a blunt end about the width of a
pencil. Carrie snapped a little vial into the side, a vial that was
half full of clear liquid.
"Now all you have to do is put this up your vagina and press the
plunger."
Alice hesitated.
"Ummm... Do you know where your vagina is?"
Alice shook her head sheepishly.
"That's OK, there's no reason you've had to known about it until now.
Why don't you let me help you find it."
"OK," Alice said uncertainly.
"Sit here and slide your panties down, OK?"
Alice
did as she was told. Carrie guided her fingers, showing the girl the
parts of her own pussy. She showed her how to hold her inner lips open
and gently slide the tip of the device in.
"Look at me," said Carrie smiling. "Now press the plunger."
Within a couple seconds, Alice felt a warm sensation between her legs,
a relaxing sensation. And the itch was gone.
"Mom,
I've been giving myself sperm doses once a day, like I'm supposed to
when I'm feeling weird. But now it burns down there. Does that mean
what I think it means?"
"Probably." The mother was silent a
while. "Alice, you're my daughter, but there are some things I can't
teach you. This is something I never went through, so I think we ought
to find you a woman to discuss it with and show you the way. What about
Aunt Edith?"
"OK," said Alice. She liked Aunt Edith.
As expected, Edith was warm and understanding.
"We'll get David to take care of you. David is wonderful."
"Yeah, he is pretty cute," Alice said with a giggle.
"Are you playing with yourself down there?"
"I ... no."
"It's really important that you do. You gotta rub and find what feels
good. You'll feel your pussy getting wet."
Over
the next day, Alice experimented diligently. It felt good, but she
always felt something was missing. Something very important.
Alice
was in the bedroom, naked. She had been playing with herself as Edith
had suggested to make sure she was wet. She was frustrated, and she
needed completion. They said the only way to do that was to get a man
to have sex with you, and now she would find out for herself.
Edith joined her. "You do look sexy, dear," she said.
"Thanks?" said Alice, uncertain.
"I'm telling you that because David won't."
"Yeah."
"You
have to remember he doesn't like this at all. He's doing you a favor,
even though he will probably try to look relaxed. So you need to try to
be quick."
Edith went to the door. "Come on in, David. Come take your virgin."
David smiled at Alice. "I hope you get some pleasant relief," he said,
stripping naked.
Edith said to Alice, "I'll handle this part, like we said, OK? But
watch what I'm doing so you can do it later."
David
lay on his back on the bed and took a deep breath. Edith lowered her
head to take his limp cock in her mouth. Alice saw a brief grimace
flicker across his face, but as Edith moved her mouth up and down,
David's shaft got hard.
"OK," she whispered. "Now it's your turn."
Alice
had practiced impaling herself on the dildo machine, but to have an
actual man was quite different and very exciting. She knelt above him,
guided his cock to her pussy opening and pushed downward. It went up
inside, just like the dildo, but it felt a lot better.
David lay quietly, eyes shut. "Does that feel nice, Alice?" he said.
"Yes!" she whispered.
"Take me," he said. "Do whatever you need."
Alice
humped up and down, making sure to press her clit against him when she
had him all the way inside her. It felt good, but she didn't really
know the way to orgasm. 'Just find something that feels good and do
that' was the advice women gave.
"Let me leave you," said Edith.
Alice
realized she had been a little embarrassed with her aunt there, and as
the door shut behind her, she found her pleasure gathering. It kept
getting stronger. But she still felt weird about it.
David said, "It's OK, sweetie. Let yourself go. I'd like you to!"
That was what she needed, and a few seconds later everything came
together.
She
gasped as the waves came over her. "Oh my God!" she moaned, pumping up
and down. Such pleasure! After many seconds she came to rest on him,
sagging.
David sprang to life. "OK, that's enough!" he said. "Time to get off."
She wearily slid onto her back, but looked at David.
His expression of disgust was now unmistakable, as he dove for the box
of wet wipes and cleansed his body of all her secretions.
Edith entered the room as David left. "So, how was it?"
"OK," she said. "It would be better if he liked it too."
"Yeah, we all feel that way."
"Edith,"
she asked. "There's that other part, the one all the women dread. The
one with the studs? How will I know it's time for that."
Edith's
smile faded. "You'll know because you get sharp pains up inside." Edith
looked at her and brushed her fingers down her cheek. "Hopefully that
will still be a few years away for you."
============================================================ Ordinary Men
As
Fred woke he felt his cock getting hard. It had been happening every
other morning or so. When it got hard he pulled down his underpants and
rubbed it for a few seconds, but it went down of its own accord. The
day before yesterday it had felt good when he was doing it. This time
he rubbed and felt something different. He felt a kind of release -- a
wave of pleasure. His cock softened immediately. The next day when he
did it again he felt a little damp spot at his tip. He found his cock
getting hard in the afternoon, too, and he rubbed it for a few seconds
to get that good feeling. He was 12, and he was becoming a man!
"Hi,
Fred," said his big sister Alice, aged 13. Or maybe she was his half
sister. They thought William was his father and Vince had sired her,
but since both studs fucked breeders whenever they went into heat, you
couldn't tell for sure.
Fred loved Alice. They had played
together a lot when they were littler -- games, singing, make-believe,
romping in the fields. They had many other brothers and sisters and
half-brothers and half-sisters, but those two were especially close.
"Wanna play doctor again?" she asked.
"Only if we can play catch first."
"Oh,
all right," Alice said, and they went outside to toss the baseball back
and forth for a few minutes. "Now can we play doctor?" she asked.
"All
right," he sighed. They stripped as usual. He liked his sister, and it
had been fun at first poking and prodding her as she did the same with
him. But within the past couple weeks he had felt the little breasts
and had explored with his fingers between her legs, so now he knew what
she was like. He now knew what an adult woman's body was like naked, at
least pretty much. He knew, and it was boring.
She wasn't bored, though. She wanted to touch him, and especially his
cock.
"Look,
more fuzz!" she said with glee, gliding her hand over his pubic area.
She then fingered his cock. It didn't hurt him, but it was kind of
annoying. Fred looked at the ceiling while she did her thing. But then,
totally unrelated to what she was doing, he felt his cock getting hard.
He pulled away from her and turned his back. He certainly could do his
spurting in front of her -- older boys sometimes did it right out in
the open in a family setting. But he wasn't fully grown yet and was
afraid she'd laugh at him. He thought of leaving the room, but he
needed relief. He jerked his hand up and down a half dozen times. This
time when he got the good feeling a little stuff dribbled out the tip.
"Fred, you're a big boy! That's great!"
He wiped the little bit of stuff off on his leg.
"That's enough doctor," he said.
"Well, OK," she said reluctantly, and the two started getting dressed.
"Let me suck it just once, OK?"
He thought that sounded pretty gross, but he sighed, "OK..."
Why should it feel gross? he wondered. But the wetness enveloping him
did. Nonetheless his cock rose to full attention.
"Oooo, Fred, can you do it to me? Please?"
"No!"
The idea of touching his cock against Alice was gross. But she was his
sister, and he did love her. Could he do it for her? There she was, on
her back with her pants and panties down again, and her twatty was open
for him. He had seen it done. He moved over her and stuck his cock
against the twatty hole. How bad could it be?
"Now shove it in!" she whispered excitedly.
He shoved, but the goopiness inside of her felt even more gross than
her mouth. He pulled out quickly. "Yuck!" he exclaimed.
"Ah, c'mon, it felt so good!" she said.
"No!" he said, wiping his cock off on his undershirt. He started
pulling his pants back on.
All at once she was on him, pushing him onto his back. She was going to
stuff his penis in her hole anyway!
"Alice!" he said. "Stop it! Please, Alice? No!"
He didn't want to fight with his sister, and besides she was bigger
than he was.
The
big girl had already stuck her twatty on his cock and then sunk down.
She went all the way down until he felt their pubic bones meet. His
penis was stuck up in her messy, goopy swamp. "Alice, please!"
But
the girl was possessed. She humped up and down. Fred tried to think of
other things as his sister squished herself all around his cock. After
a minute, she said, "Oh, Fred, yes! Yes! Oooohhhh!" Then she slid off.
"That was so great, Fred! I always hoped I could do it with you. That
wasn't so bad, right?"
Fred said, "I hated it!" He resented his sister a lot.
"Why? There was nothing to it, right?"
"It's gross and squishy up inside you!"
"I guess you're like the others," Alice said, pouting. "I thought you'd
be different."
Fred found his mother Carrie and snuggled against her free side. His
little sister Betsy was nursing on the other.
"What's wrong, honey?" she asked.
"Nothing."
"Come on, tell me," she said.
"Nothing."
"This isn't like you, Fred."
"Well, maybe a little something. I've started spurting a little these
last few days..."
"Really? Congratulations!" she said warmly. "Are you sad about it?"
"No, but when Alice found out, she made me stick it in her -- it was so
gross!"
"She
did!" Carrie stiffened and sat up. Then she got up and handed Fred the
baby she had been nursing. "Here, take Betsy," she said.
The
little thing was six months old, and Fred thought she was wonderful.
She fussed, not happy to have had her meal cut short, but Fred bounced
her up and down. "There, there, cutie," he said.
"Alice? Alice?" called Carrie.
"Yes, mom?"
Fred rose, carrying his little sister, and went to find the pair.
"Alice, is it true that you made Fred stick it in you?"
"No!"
Fred
wandered in. "Not at first, you didn't, but when you shoved me onto my
back and shoved down on me," Fred shuddered, "I told you not to!"
"But you'd teased me before sticking it in me, I couldn't help myself!"
"I only stuck it in you the first time because you really, really
wanted me to! I was trying to be nice to you!"
"Alice, Martha is going to hear about this."
"No! Mom, please, not her! Fred, I'm so sorry. How can I make it up to
you?"
The
more Fred thought about her yucky twatty hole gooping all over his cock
the angrier he got. But still, he didn't want her to get in trouble.
"You promise never to do it again?"
Carrie interrupted. "It doesn't matter what Fred says. You know he
loves you to pieces. This is out of Fred's hands."
It was an hour and a half before Martha got home. Carrie got her
attention not long after she got in the door.
"It's about Alice," Carrie said. "She raped Fred."
"Oh, did she now?" Martha said. After a few minutes attending to other
things, she said, "Alice, Fred, come here at once!"
They assembled, along with Carrie, who had put Betsy down for a nap.
"So, Alice, is it true? Did you rape your brother?"
"I, um... yes. But you are raping the guys all the time!" she said.
"Oh,
Alice, you headstrong girl! Arguing about it, no less! You know very
well that Fred is still a growing boy! You know you're not allowed to
do it to a boy! When they get older, it's different, and a woman breaks
him in. You know that! Now, I know you have your urges, like we all do."
She turned to Fred. "Have you started spurting, even?"
Fred stammered. Carrie answered for him, "He just started the past week
or two."
"Well, thank God you waited that long, at least," Martha said.
"That's what made me do it, we were playing and he spurted..."
"I
am fed up with you!" Martha said heatedly. "I'm sure you just couldn't
help yourself," Martha said sarcastically, waving her hand
dismissively. "Well, you don't seem to get it, do you. We have rules
around here to protect the boys, and we also have rules to protect you
girls. Since you don't see any need to protect Fred, I'm not sure why
we need to protect you either, big girl. Let's see how well a stud can
control his urges!"
Alice looked pale. She ordinarily wouldn't
have to take a stud until her body demanded it, in a year or two. But
women also had to let studs do them for the health of the stud. Girls
were usually spared, but Martha was suggesting that as a punishment she
could be conscripted for that duty already.
The commotion had attracted attention, and Alice's half-brother Steve
showed up.
"Oh, is Alice fair game for stud fucking?" He adjusted his rapidly
going cock inside his pants.
Steve
was just a couple years older than Fred, but they were entirely
different creatures. Steve was a stud, while Fred was just a guy.
At
5'2", Fred was near his adult height. His frame was small, and he would
probably end up weighing 120 pounds or so. Fred wasn't ever going to
want sex with anyone. He would be happy to give his cock a few quick
strokes when it got hard and feel a little orgasm as he spurted out his
clear semen. His sperm was sterile in any event. His penis would be
maybe five inches long and skinny.
Steve was already 6'5" and
weighed around 280. Most of it was muscle. His cock was already at its
adult size, nine inches long and fat.
Steve had wanted to fuck
Alice for years already. As she grew, her little breasts pushed out and
her hips widened just a little. He had started getting his hopes up.
"No,
Steve, not you," Martha said, looking at Alice. "I think we'll see if
Vince is interested." Vince was perhaps 6'8" and weighed 310 pounds.
"No!" said Carrie in a small voice, but Martha quieted her with a stern
look.
"Hey,
Vince!" shouted Martha. When there was no reply, he sent Fred to fetch
him from one of the other buildings. Fred didn't like this idea at all,
but he had to do what Martha said.
When Vince appeared, she
said, "Our little Alice here thought she would rape her brother Fred
because it was just oh so tempting."
"Fred? Fred's just a little kid!" he said.
"Not any more. He's started spurting."
"Oh, well then, he's got to get used to you girlies having your way
with him, right?"
"But not yet! Not until he's a year older, at least."
"Oh, right. So what are we going to do?"
"I
thought if you were interested maybe you could fuck your little girl.
She doesn't seem to think her brother deserves a little time to grow
up, so I'm not sure why she does."
Vince's demeanor changed. Reasons didn't matter any more. If Martha
said he could fuck his daughter...
"Where? When?" he said, fixing his daughter with a lusting glance.
"Please, daddy," Alice whimpered.
"Why not right here, right now?" asked Martha.
Alice's eyes misted up. He would humiliate her and hurt her in front of
everyone!
Her daddy quickly stripped, his cock long and menacing. It was
hardening by the second. "Oh, baby," he said.
"Pants
down!" said Carrie, holding back tears. Studs could hurt a girl ripping
clothing that got in their way. Alice hesitated. Vince didn't. With one
hand he lifted the girl to her feet and pulled pants and panties down
over her hips, leaving a fingernail cut on one thigh. He then flipped
her over and bent her over the back of a sofa, lined up, and thrust.
"Ouch, daddy, please!" whimpered Alice. "It's so thick!"
Alice
had impaled herself on a few men's cocks by then, but they were so much
smaller that Vince had a lot of work to do opening her up, and his
invasion was hurting her.
"Oh, baby!" her daddy said, his cock burrowing into her inch by inch.
"No, no, I'm sorry, no, no..." Alice whimpered.
When
Alice gave her first shriek, four inches of her daddy's cock were still
out in the air. Her daddy started humping in earnest, then, massive
cock sliding nearly all the way out with each thrust before plunging
back once more, to hit the deep end of her vagina, hard.
Alice shrieked, and he growled, "Oh, baby, that's it, oh, you're so
hot!"
As
Vince continued fucking his daughter hard, Alice shrieked and moaned
and cried. Then her shrieks started getting weaker, and Martha sprang
into action. "OK, Vince, don't kill her. Come in her, now!"
"Oh, baby," murmured Vince with more urgency, paying no attention to
Martha.
She
slapped his face as hard as she could manage, and he looked up at her.
"Come now, or pull out!" she said. However horny he was, Martha must be
obeyed. He thrust thrice more, the third one very deep, which made
Martha wince. It made Alice vomit.
But the great stud was
ejaculating. He held himself deep in his daughter and pulsed again and
again, moaning, "Oh, Alice, you are so, so hot, oh man, what a fuck,
girl, wow!"
When he was spent, he pulled out, a flood of brownish semen and blood
flowing out after his softening cock.
"Go,
go away!" commanded Martha, and Vince did, a silly grin on his face.
She attended to her niece, who while in a lot of pain was not seriously
hurt.
Fred was in tears. He wished he hadn't told on his sister. It was
horrible to see her like that.
Steve
was a stud, and he had just been watching another stud fuck a girl, and
of course it made him frantic. His pants and underpants were off, and
his organ was very hard. His instinct was to mount the girl and fuck
her as hard and deep as Vince, if not more so. He needed release.
Surely Martha wasn't going to let him fuck Alice too, not in her
condition? Carrie didn't wait. She grabbed the hulking teenager's hand
and tugged him to his bedroom. "This way, Steve. Fuck me, OK? You can
fuck me."
As he was dragged away, he reluctantly took his eyes
off the girl. But once in his room, he saw Carrie pull down her pants
and assume a doggy position, the standard way to receive a stud. His
lust refocused on Carrie's ample rear end, and he slid inside.
"Oh, Carrie!" he said. "Oh, shit," revving up as his cock swelled
further and he rammed deep.
He
should have asked permission before doing that; it was part of his
training to ask. But Carrie knew how it had affected him to watch Vince
screwing Alice, and so she let him go. She had given birth many times
and had been fucked deep and hard by studs countless times. Her vagina
was able to take his pounding. It hurt, but not too bad. Not as bad as
it would hurt an ordinary woman or girl like Alice. She made a point of
shrieking and tensing as if it hurt more than it did. Her shrieking was
part of what helped Steve achieve a satisfying orgasm. "Oh, Christ, it
hurts! Oh, no!" she said.
Steve humped away as if possessed, his
cock seeming to swell, his strokes deep and hard. Then Carrie found she
didn't need to exaggerate her pain any more -- it really did hurt.
"Oh,
shit, you slut, damn, take it up your cunt, uuuggghgh!" he shouted and
buried himself deep as his own roiling sperm surged forth. She was in
pain from his deep stabs, and now Carrie felt that burning sensation
that came with his ejaculation, but of course waited patiently for the
young stud to empty his balls.
As he came down to earth, he said, "Oh, sorry, Carrie, it's just that
when Vince was fucking Alice I thought I'd go crazy!"
"I
know," said Carrie. Martha really had acted impulsively. To make Alice
take it from her father, in public, with no time to prepare! But Martha
had always felt annoyed with Alice ever since she was a little girl,
though Carrie never really understood why. Carrie thought with a surge
of anger that she should have made Martha herself take care of Steve's
horniness. Martha would have been in quite a bit of pain if Steve took
her without holding back. At least for Alice's punishment Martha had
summoned Vince instead of William. William was worse.
But the
truth was that within a year Alice would have felt those sharp pains in
her pussy and had to seek out a stud. She would have had her pussy
stretched anyway, would have felt the pain of the stud's penetration
and the burn of his cum. Within a year she would need that pain a few
times a year to stay healthy. Her body might have been a little tougher
by then, but she would have had to take it anyway.
Alice lay in bed. Her pussy hurt like crazy, but she was also dazed and
humiliated.
She heard a soft knocking.
"Go away!" she murmured.
The
door opened anyway and after a few light footsteps she heard from right
next to her, "I'm so sorry, sis, I feel terrible. Are you OK?"
Ah, Fred. He was such a nice brother.
He continued, "I shouldn't have said anything."
"No,
that's OK." Alice said wearily. "Everyone else was completely right. I
really blew it. I should have listened to you." She started crying.
Fred took her hand and stroked it.
"Can you hug me?" Alice asked in a small voice.
In a moment, Fred was in bed with her cuddled up against her back.
The safety of her little brother's embrace opened a floodgate and Alice
sobbed for a long time.
She was aware of him pulling away from her, then feeling a rhythmic
motion and a sigh from her brother.
"Can this help?" he asked, holding out his hand with a decent squirt of
semen on it.
"You're so nice to me," Alice said, taking it and gently rubbed it on
her pussy lips. It would help everything heal.
She
turned around to face her brother. "I've got something important to
tell you. I love you and love snuggling like this. But there's a
problem, Fred. Now that you're grown up, you turn me on, so it's not
relaxed and fun like it used to be."
"Oh," said the boy, deflated. "Yeah, we knew this was going to happen,
didn't we."
"Yeah, in theory."
"So, should I go?"
"No, not now. Can you sleep with me?"
"But you just said -- "
"Tonight, I couldn't be turned on by anything after what my shithead
dad did. Oops, guess I'm not supposed to talk like that."
"Duh, I wonder why you feel that way."
"Tonight,
let's just be brother and sister. Though if you have any more squirts
that you want to share with me, I can make good use of them!"
"Sure, sis. They aren't any good to me. I still get to decide on my own
what to do with them, for a little while."
"Yeah.
I never realized before today just how wonderful childhood is. At least
when I have to take my share of studly fucks, none of them will be as
bad as this one."
"I'll have to distribute the squirts where
they tell me too. And I've got to get used to you women having your way
with me. Gross!"
"Sorry to be the first one. Do you think you're scarred for life?"
"I doubt it."
"But how can it be so bad? I mean you love me, right? And it feels so
good, right?"
"Yeah,
I love you. And the squirting feels good, but that's separate. I don't
want my cock in any slurpy squishy body holes. Blech."
"Guess I'll never understand."
"And I'll never understand why you want it so much... So one last
night? Brother and sister?"
The
first two times she went into heat, Dawn had gone off to a guest house
at the edge of the compound. She wasn't old enough to have a baby
safely, but it drove Vince and William crazy to have her around when
they couldn't breed her. But now she was old enough, and she was coming
into heat once again. She really looked forward to being pregnant, but
not to becoming pregnant.
Dawn had been fucked before several
times by studs. Steve had done her first before he was fully grown,
which had been a nice transition. Vince and William had each done her
later. They reassured her that she was a better fuck than any of the
old maids. Her body was built for reproduction, which meant she came
with a deeper pussy, and thicker and stretchier vaginal walls. So sex
didn't hurt her as much as it did the old maids. At least that was the
theory, but the studs might have compensated and fucked her harder
because they knew she could take more punishment.
When she was
in heat, that would be a different story. She had seen her mother Sarah
get fucked while she was in heat a couple times. That was part of a
breeder's upbringing, to know what her future held. It gave her
nightmares.
Sarah took her for a long walk.
"Oh, Dawn,"
said the mother. "I can't believe you're all grown up now. It seems
just yesterday you were learning to walk. You're so pretty.
"I
want to tell you some things I should have said before. You know I've
loved all my children, but you've been the one closest to my heart."
"You're kidding, right?"
"I
know, I know, we've fought sometimes, and I've loved the others. Laura
was easier, Eric was very sweet. But you're truly flesh of my flesh.
You're the one who can take my place. When I die, you carry on."
"Don't talk about that, you're going to live forever."
"Well,
yeah, I don't expect to go any time soon. But a mother like me has four
kinds of kids, of course. The ordinary men and the ordinary women are
smarter, mostly, they do all these fancy things, but then they croak.
Childless. Now you -- you're the one who will give me grandchildren.
You'll get all big in the belly and squeeze out little babies, just
like I have. You'll get to feel them kick inside you, and then you'll
get to see them look up at you with total trust as they suckle at your
breast. There's nothing like it.
"We're part of the chain -- the
center. Others go off and do their things, but they all die without
passing anything on. Kind of irrelevant..."
Her mother had mentioned some of these things before, but they clicked
with Dawn now in a way they never had before.
"What about Steve? He's part of the chain too."
"Yeah,"
said Sarah. "He is. I hear he's already fathered a couple kids over
with the Venturas. But... you know how it is with the studs, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you've seen me go into heat, you've seen what it's like."
"Yeah."
"Well, I loved Steve and all, but knowing he was going to become one of
-- them, it's different, don't you see?"
Dawn could see it.
"You
say I'm flesh of your flesh. But it's so crappy to be a breeder -- you
know. The guys at least get to jerk off and have orgasms all the time.
The old maids have them too, bouncing up and down on the guys. We don't
even have working pleasure thingies. And the studs -- well, they're
having orgasms all the time. We don't feel anything. No pleasure, and
all the pain."
"Yeah, Dawn, that's all true of course. You can
look at it that way. But we don't get sexually frustrated the way the
old maids and studs do. And we don't have to catch every drip of sperm
the way the guys do. There's a certain calm that comes with being a
breeder. And then of course there's the pregnancies, and the babies,
and the nursing, and having little kids call you 'mom'."
They walked in silence for a while.
"Mommy?"
"Yes?"
"I'm scared. I'm really scared. When I really go into heat..."
"Oh, sweetie. It's just one of those things. If you're really lucky,
you only have to go into heat once for each baby you have."
"It hasn't worked that way for you."
"Well, no, it's been more like two heats per baby -- but not lots. I
also have a surprise in mind for you."
"A surprise?"
"You'll
see. But in the mean time, you just let Vince and William fuck you. Let
them call you a dirty cunt and stupid cow and all that. It's just
bluster, and they're being animals. Here's a funny way to think of it."
"Oh?"
"All
they are is a pair of balls, really. They make gazillions of sperm
cells. The rest of them is just for getting the sperm cells up into
you. So when they call you names, just remember it's a pair of balls
talking."
Dawn giggled.
"And yeah, honey, it hurts. But it doesn't last forever. Only a day or
so, then it's all done."
She drew her daughter close and looked into her eyes.
"You'll do just fine," she said, her eyes misting.
"Oh,
Dawn, baby. It's finally time! I've been waiting for this ever since
you was a little girl. I'd look up under that dress and see those
little panties and say, 'That one, I'm gonna' knock that one up some
day!' And now it's the day."
"That's nice," Dawn said. And she
thought to herself, "Ever since I've been a little girl, I've seen how
you fuck every female, and they all hate it. Every one. All the time.
And I did not like the idea that you would knock me up some day."
She assumed the position and started her deep breathing.
"Oh, baby, you smell so great!" Vince said. "Here comes, baby!" He
shoved his cock up inside her. So far, so good.
He
started his back and forth motion, and soon he hit the back of her
pussy. "Ouch!" she yelled. He pounded deeper. "Arrrgggh!" she screamed,
as she felt his cock dig deeper in her than ever before. On and on it
went, each thrust like a sword up her innards.
"You fucking asshole!" she shouted
"Who
you calling an asshole?" Vince said angrily. He whacked her hard on the
back of the head while he stabbed into her deeper than ever before.
"I'm ... I'm sorry, sir," she said. "I don't know what came over me; I
was out of my mind."
"Damn straight you were."
Then
came the big, long stab, and then the burn. The long burn. The big
guy's chest was heaving as he pulled back. "Oh that was some great
fuck, baby. Knocked you up already. You feel all my sperm?"
"Yeah," she mumbled.
"Well, honey, time to give William his turn."
The whole thing hadn't taken even five minutes, but it felt like an
eternity.
Once Vince left, Dawn collapsed on her side, sobbing.
She
looked between her legs. Plenty of thick, brownish sperm seeped out --
but no blood. She had felt like she was being pulverized, but she
wasn't. Her body was meant to take it.
A surge of fear raced
through her as she heard William's heavy tread. He was going to breed
her too. He was going to feel like a real man for poking his giant cock
up her pussy too and hurting her. The more she hurt, the better he
would feel, and the sooner he would come and the more brown goop he
would rocket up into her.
"Ready for a real man, Daisy? That Vince's gunk is no good, let me give
you some good stuff!"
Should
she mention that he had misremembered her name? No, she decided. Then
she thought of what her mother had said. He was a pair of balls. As she
looked back over her shoulder, she saw them, saw his essence. A couple
of big balls swinging in a little sack. Who cared what he called her?
So
William heaved and lunged and poked. Dawn screamed, over and over. But
soon enough he squirted his brown crud up into her. Liquid balls, she
thought with a bit of humor. Balls turned to liquid. That's what she
needed, a little liquified testicle. Just enough to give her a baby.
Sarah
rushed in after William left and tended to her girl. She couldn't do
much but offer her sympathy, but Dawn appreciated it very much.
She
got a half hour's rest, but soon Vince was back at her again, plunging
and digging and reaming her out. Her body ought to get used to it, she
thought. Shouldn't one cock stretch her out so the next time it didn't
hurt? Apparently it didn't work that way.
Four hours passed, and Vince and William each took three turns dosing
her up with ball juice.
It
seemed only a minute after William's steps had faded into the distance
that her mother Sarah hurried in once more. She had come to her right
after the second time William had done her, but this time was different.
"Hurry!" she said. "Clean up a little, get dressed, and follow me!"
"Why, mom?" she said. She felt like the living dead, and walking around
was not her idea of a good time.
"Trust me," her mother said.
With
a supreme effort Dawn did as she was told and found herself being led
out through the back yard into the dark of the woods. She was too sore
and tired to be curious.
They came to a little shed, and stopped just outside.
"Dawn, there's another stud here, and I want him to breed you."
"Why?" Dawn asked. What was her mother thinking? "Why on earth would
I...?"
"Listen,"
said her mother. "I know you don't feel like it, but the more guys who
do it with you, the greater chance you'll get pregnant this time, and
won't have to go through another heat. Don't you see?"
"Oh, mother," whined Dawn, feeling betrayed.
Dawn led her in, and there indeed was another stud. He was a young man.
Sarah
addressed him. "Now remember, I didn't have to invite you, and if you
hurt my little girl I'll tell on you!" Vince and William would not be
pleased to hear he was trying to fill a womb that was theirs.
"Yeah, I understand," said the stud in a surly voice.
Turning to Dawn, she said, "Lie on your back."
"Oh, jeesh," he said. No one made a stud breed face to face.
"It's our way, or no way, OK?" said Sarah. "Remember," she said in a
softer voice, "it might be your baby!"
Sarah gave Dawn a rag to bite on. "Can't have screaming, right?
Somebody might hear. This is secret!"
Dawn nodded dumbly.
The
stud lowered himself and shoved his cock up inside her. Dawn saw the
large muscular man looming over her and had a strange sensation. As
much as it hurt, this was right, somehow. He was going to ream her
innards over and over, try to punch a hole in her pussy, and shoot
burning crud up into her. But that was her fate as a breeder, and it
helped to lie facing him so she could see the man, this unfamiliar man,
focusing his immense strength on that job of breeding her.
"Oh shit, baby, you're hot! Oh man, this is nice."
He pressed hard. Dawn's screech was muffled by the cloth.
"That one hurt her bad!" Sarah said.
The stud shoved again, and again. Dawn screamed at the pain.
"She's in agony!" Sarah hissed. "Make her pregnant!"
"Oh, would you shut up!" the stud growled.
Sarah said, "She's in incredible pain! Dump your balls out!"
And the stud sighed and gasped and held himself very deep.
Dawn felt pain once more, felt the familiar burn as the stud's juice
made its attempt to knock her up.
The stud rolled off with a groan.
"OK, Dawn, get up!"
"Oh, mother!" said the girl, exhausted and hurting. "Can't I rest a
little?"
"Got to get you back and showered and ready before anyone else notices!"
Dawn
let herself be dragged to her feet and stumbled back to the house. She
showered and drank and ate and slept. But she hadn't slept for long
before Vince was growling in her ear.
"Come on, hot little cunt. Wake up. Time for more sperm!"
Somehow
she raised herself into the doggy position. Without drawing attention
to it, she put a pile of pillows under her stomach. Sarah said that the
studs might object to that, but they might not. Fortunately Vince
didn't complain. The pillows did most of the work of holding her butt
up, and the top half of her body lay on the bed. That meant Dawn could
relax.
Vince didn't notice or didn't care. He was busy probing
and filling and stabbing her once more, over and over. Dawn screamed
without prompting.
Being in heat wasn't that hard, she
reflected. Once you got used to it and gave up any stupid ideas like
calling your stud an asshole, and once you got the pillows to hold your
butt up, you didn't have to do a damned thing. Just lie there, get
fucked, and try not to think about the pain too much.
She realized that she hated Vince and William. Hated their guts. But
that too was the way it was supposed to be.
============================================================ Ordinary Men
David
sat with a dozen others around the conference table. Across from him,
he saw Evan reach down and fumble with something, then saw his upper
body shake for a couple seconds, then saw that dreamy expression pass
over his face.
He felt his own cock rising. He reached under the
table and flipped up the front panel on his trousers. Men's dress pants
all had an opening about eight inches wide and a foot from front to
back. This was covered by a flap of cloth that hung down. They needed
to get to their cocks often and at short notice, and this was the way
to do it. More informal clothing simply had the opening with no
covering panel at all.
With his left hand he took the small
sperm vial that was fastened at the side of the opening in his pants.
It was clear plastic, about the size of a C cell battery. With his
right he jerked up and down on his cock for a couple seconds until he
felt his orgasm. Just as the cum was about to shoot out, he stuck the
opening of the sperm vial against the tip of his cock and caught his
semen. His mid-morning orgasm. He didn't miss any of what Stu was
presenting -- at least he didn't think he had. As he focused his
attention back on the meeting, he saw Bill have his morning orgasm too.
These things were kind of like yawns -- when one guy got his, others
tended to get theirs too.
"So in this next slide, I'll show you,
show you..." Since he was standing up, everyone could see the bulge in
his front panel. "Excuse me," Stu said and turned away from the others
at the table. But David saw that he gave Rennie a good line of sight --
constantly sucking up to her, he thought and rolled his eyes. Stu
raised his front panel and jerked with his hand a few times before
making an audible, "Aaahhhhh". A little vocalization was OK since he
wasn't interrupting anyone -- he was the presenter. The front panel
fell back in place, though as he turned around there was still a bulge
where his cock hadn't completely deflated yet. He casually lay the
sperm vial on the table.
"OK, in this slide, I'll show you the timeline of the different reports
and when they are due..."
One
of the excuses the women gave for why men weren't suited for positions
of responsibility was that you never knew when they would need to stop
to ejaculate. It was true, but it didn't affect their performance -- at
least not for most jobs. The women were hornier but they could control
their urges. They could take their sperm whenever it suited them. They
could go a whole week, but they all claimed that their concentration
suffered if they did.
On his way by the cart, David tossed his sperm vial into the one bin
and took an empty vial to fasten inside his pants.
He
had heard from Evan that Isabelle, their Vice President, was going to
take the whole morning's production of the males in her division for
herself. She had a meeting with important clients and needed to be in
top form. It seemed she always had something or other vital to do. The
middle manager women needed some too. Not only was their performance
likely to suffer, but it was a sign of disrespect. You needed a
competitive salary to hold your best people, but you needed to provide
them with a decent allocation of sperm too.
David had a meeting
with his supervisor Anna at 3:30. He knew what the first item on the
agenda would be. Anna had been good to him; he had gotten a couple
merit raises, and she hinted that he was under consideration for
managing his group. Paula was due to move up the hierarchy, which would
leave the spot open. He would be supervising five people! Now, there
was no connection between their own intimate activities and these
decisions, of course. Right.
"Come in, David -- right on time, I see."
Anna closed and locked the door behind her.
"I got this for you," he said, handing her a sperm vial.
"That's so sweet of you."
"Just
half an hour old." It was more like an hour earlier that his erection
had swollen and he had spurted into the little vial. But he had
deliberately not looked at the clock so he wouldn't be lying. Sperm was
as good for mental acuity up to a day after its release, but the
fresher it was, the more pleasure a woman got.
She pulled a
vaginal syringe from her desk and inserted the vial. She stepped out of
her panties and slid the syringe up between her legs, plunged, and
smiled.
"Say, would you like to fuck?" he asked.
"Oh, it's against company policy," she said. "But since you ask... It
is awfully nice when you stir your sperm around up there."
If he did the asking, she was less likely to be in trouble if their
activities came to light -- a little less likely, at least.
Anna's
office was not large, but she had a decent-size desk, which she kept
remarkably clear. She moved her laptop and phone and the two papers she
had been working on to her bookshelf, then produced a small mattress,
just the size of her desk.
As she set things up, David stripped
naked. Women loved men's bodies, and that at least was part of the
experience most men didn't mind. He could have given her the sex she
wanted just by letting his front panel ride up. That would have exposed
the organ she wanted most. But he stripped so she could see his whole
body. As he stood, she sat in her chair and took his flaccid cock in
her mouth. The wetness felt gross, but as always his cock responded by
hardening. Anna stepped out of her panties, lay on the mattress on the
desk, and flipped up her skirt. She positioned her pussy opening right
at the edge of the desk, with her legs up and apart. She held her knees
with her hands.
David stepped up and guided his cock to her
opening, then shut his eyes and pressed into her disgusting swamp. He
managed to keep a small smile on his lips, not obviously fake. Then he
pressed in all the way, making sure that his pubic bone hit hers just
right. He then started his vigorous fucking. It helped if he thought of
it kind of like a shower, imagining he was washing his cock.
"Oh, David, mmm, that's so nice, oh, more, oh, harder."
He
sped up, concentrating on getting the pubic bones to meet just right.
Within a minute he was rewarded as Anna tensed and gasped over and over
before relaxing. He was then free to pull out. He got a wet wipe from
Anna's supply and cleaned off his cock. Phew! He had gotten that out of
the way! Now that his cock was clean and dry again, he could afford to
shudder in disgust at where it had been.
Most men couldn't or wouldn't fuck a woman in missionary position. Anna
was very lucky, and she knew it.
When they had both dressed, their work meeting began.
David
didn't have any chores around the house, since he worked outside the
home and brought in a decent income. After dinner he sat down to relax.
After
a while he went to visit Dawn, the young breeder who was totally in
love with her first-born, little Jessica. He sat on the bed and gave
her a foot massage while they made small talk.
Jessica came off
of Dawn's breast and as she rose to sitting she said, "I usually change
her diaper before switching to the other side."
"Oh, let me do it!" said David.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I love the little dear."
So
while Dawn rested, David took her over to the changing table and undid
her suit. He bent down to sniff the little girl's stomach.
"Mmmm, so nice..."
The
diaper was just wet, but he patted her with a wet wipe before putting
on the new one. He burped the baby for a minute, then returned her to
her mother.
"You're so nice to me, David," said Dawn.
"My
pleasure," he said, as he got up to go. But his motives weren't
entirely selfless. In a few years, baby Jessica would be a delightful
little child, and he hoped to be one of her special friends. If he was
lucky, he'd be the one she slept with at night!
Fred
was working his way into being a young man. He worked around the house
at odd jobs. He weeded the garden, went shopping, cooked, split
firewood, and played with the kids. The last was his favorite activity.
He
was sixteen, and it was time for him to submit to the women's desires.
He had refused at first. The first time he actually tried to do it, he
pushed the woman off him as soon as he felt his tip enveloped in her
pussy. He was told he had two weeks to do his job properly, or else he
would be strapped down and they would take him by force. That would be
the utmost in humiliation. Whenever he was ready, the designated woman
to break him in was Grace, the same one he had pushed away.
As the time approached, he sought out David, who managed to do very
well with his duties.
"It's so gross, I just feel like I'm going to throw up."
"Yeah, that's normal. I felt that way at first. Everyone does."
"So how do you get over it?"
"It's hard to describe. You know about visualizing you are taking a
shower and she's just washing your cock for you?"
"Yeah, I've tried visualizing that."
"The
other part is -- well, there are a couple things I can think of. First,
try to think about how much the woman is enjoying it. It's good to give
pleasure to other people."
"Well, I don't like Grace. I've always felt she was cold."
"Oh,
well maybe we could arrange for someone else. What about Harriet? She's
nice. Do you like the idea of making Harriet happy?"
"Yeah, that would be a help."
"The other thing is harder to describe. It's related to meditation. Do
you meditate?"
Fred shook his head. He had tried, but he never could get it. He was
always just bored.
"Well,
then, think about splitting yourself into two parts. One part is doing
something disgusting. But the other part is outside, looking in. You
feel sorry for the other part, give it a hug, maybe, but you think of
yourself outside. You know when it's over you'll be just fine -- there
won't be any damage. You know it's going to be over soon. You know
you're giving pleasure to someone else. You know you're doing your duty
to the clan."
Fred lay on his back on Harriet's bed. He was fully dressed, except his
flap was flipped up.
"Hi, Harriet," he said. "I'm looking forward to making you happy."
"That's sweet of you, Fred. I appreciate it."
"But you don't mind if I close my eyes?"
"Not at all... Here goes."
Fred
felt the woman's mouth on his limp cock, and took a deep breath. It's
like taking a shower, he thought. His cock rose on schedule. He felt
the bed creak as Harriet shifted above him. Then he felt her fingers on
his cock as she pointed it where she wanted it. Then the swamp
descended on him and he clenched his fists.
It was kind of like
someone smearing feces all over your face. That's what one of the other
guys had said, and it felt about right. It would all wash off, right?
So would Harriet's swamp. She pressed down until her pubic bone pressed
against his, the fetid bog engulfing his cock completely. He had the
sensation of his cock being stifled, unable to breathe. But Harriet
lifted up so his cock got a metaphorical gulp of air before she pressed
down again. Up and down she lifted, over and over, faster and faster.
He
liked Harriet and was glad to make her happy. It would be over soon. He
breathed deeply. But how could she be happy making him so miserable?
That thought threatened to burst into anger, so he took another breath.
It's OK, Fred, poor fellow, said the part of him that was looking down.
But it will be over soon. More deep breathing. Harriet's gloopy inner
sewer was swishing around furiously, and the woman was panting and
sighing. Why did it take her so long? Ten strokes was all it took him
to come, and he wasn't making anyone else miserable. Deep breath.
"Oh,
mmm, that's nice, oh," Harriet said, then stifled her words. Her motion
slowed down and then she pressed against him hard. He felt her swamp
pulse around him, like a constrictor snake, and fought back a wave of
nausea.
"Oh," she said and slid off.
Fred jumped up for
the wet wipes he had brought and frantically cleaned himself off, using
ten of them to make sure he got every last trace.
"That was very nice, Fred. Congratulations. I thank you."
"You're welcome," he said, though his feelings didn't match his words.
As he hurried off to his room, he said to himself, "You did it! You did
it!" But he threw himself down on his bed and sobbed.
As
his tears abated and he lay half asleep, the image of Alice came to him
again, the image of her pushing up and down on him. But he didn't feel
angry, he felt -- incomplete.
That would be the key, he thought.
Go to Alice. Invite her to fuck him, this time by his choice. Because
he loved her. And when it was done, maybe they could sleep side by side
again. Now and then, at least.
============================================================ Old Maids
After
Martha got to the lab in the morning, she looked at her news feeds and
scanned her email. With all of the electronic information she had to
absorb, there was still a surprising amount of paper, and she scanned
through that too. Within an hour she had handled all the routine stuff.
Now she could concentrate on where the lab should be heading next given
the most recent set of results.
She closed her office door and
took three little vials out of her purse, each half full of a clear
viscous liquid. Sperm, she thought. Nothing quite like it. She pulled
down her panties and loaded the first cartridge into the syringe. She
slid it into herself and got the tip right at her cervix and plunged.
What a lovely feeling! She swapped out the empty little vial for the
next full one and plunged that too. Then she squirted the final one up
inside herself, then reclined in her chair with legs apart.
As
usual, an unusual clarity and insight came over her. Nancy's results
seemed promising, but she thought about them more. If the effect held
up, what was the future potential? She could think of a few more cute
results, but then there would be no leads to follow. More to the point,
no follow-on grants would be forthcoming. No, even though Brian and
Bridget's results hadn't been promising lately, that was where they
needed to stay focused. She should make a point of looking at their
work in more detail, to make sure they weren't missing something.
All
the women scientists got their sperm through their clans. The men made
do with whatever thoughts their little brains could come up with on
their own, of course. But the original thoughts usually came to a
woman's brain when her pussy was primed with semen. Martha was smart,
but she was also the head of a rather prolific clan. That meant that if
she commandeered the entire morning's harvest of semen for herself, she
had a lot. The other women in the clan didn't like it, and she didn't
do it often, but it gave her that extra edge she needed to make sure
her lab kept running right. Today she had just taken three.
Lunch
on Thursdays usually featured a guest speaker, and today was no
exception. After lunch she had hour-long sessions with her three
post-docs, Nancy, Brian and Caitlin. She had deliberately scheduled her
most intellectually challenging tasks for the same day -- a day when
she could prime herself with a hefty dose of sperm first.
Running
the Robinson clan wasn't too hard most of the time. Occasionally there
was a crisis like when that obnoxious brat Alice had raped her brother
and then tried to make excuses for herself. She had to admit she had
enjoyed seeing the girl get her comeuppance getting fucked hard by her
big daddy. It was also a little bit exciting sexually.
Finding a
placement for their stud Stephen had been quite a bit of work too. He
was a desirable stud -- handsome, comparatively pleasant, and very good
at giving women their little fucks without hurting too much. She sent
him to the Venturas. That meant they owed the Robinsons a big favor,
but those favors tended to be uncollectible. Instead, she had arranged
for a price: Five vials of semen a day. Two of the other women in the
Robinson clan had high-powered jobs requiring deep thought, so they
needed more. The Ventura women were nothing special and could do with
less.
Of course as studs felt more confident they tended to have
those "accidental" deep thrusts; a bad one could leave a woman aching
for days. She had had to rein in William. Two women had complained
about his repeated deep thrusts and she had warned him. Then when it
was his turn to fuck her, it had been very painful. He knew he was
fucking her as hard as a breeder in heat and she could tell he felt
proud of himself.
She had promptly cut off his access to women
entirely. He could still fuck a breeder every other day. If she didn't
offer him at least that much he would start getting sick. So he was on
an every-other-day breeder schedule for a few weeks. He had whined
about feeling sick, but she knew he was faking. Vince had ribbed him
mercilessly, gloating over all the extra good fucking he was getting at
William's expense.
The need to control himself had finally
gotten through William's thick skull and he now gave courteous little
fucks, though you could tell he didn't like it one bit.
Studs
could take a woman's breath away. They were so big and strong, their
voices deep. Their big cocks and balls were exciting in theory. In
practice, though, they treated you like shit and hurt you badly when
they rammed your innards.
The men on the other hand... They were
sweet and considerate and made that wonderful sperm. But then they were
disgusted by women's pussies. A woman needed her release, so she had to
take one of the men. It was just frustrating to be having sex with a
person who wanted nothing to do with you, who found it disgusting to
have his cock up inside you. But you just had to take your pleasure
anyway. The studs would fuck the daylights out of you and would laugh
out loud at the very suggestion they should try to give you any
pleasure. The men would be nice, but they were disgusted by sticking
their cocks in you, when that was exactly what you needed to satisfy
your urges -- even to stay healthy.
Martha
had told the men to be ready to travel on short notice. The Ralston
girl was due any day, and they were going to make the baby a breeder or
a stud.
To make a baby boy into a stud the Ralstons would use
their own studs. The studs would fuck women of the clan and fill their
pussies with the stinging brown cum. The women would then pull the
stuff out of themselves and rub it all over the baby's cock, stick some
up his butt, and have him drink some. It was hard to watch a little guy
scream and sputter drinking the vile stuff, but he did. And if they did
that when he was born and repeated it off and on for the first month of
life, his life course was set: when he got to puberty, he would grown
big and strong and become a stud himself.
To make a breeder you
kept the studs far away. You needed men -- lots of men. A baby girl
needed to be slathered all over in the wonderful clear semen. She had
to drink some -- which was just fine with her, as pleasant as breast
milk. She also had to get doses up her pussy and in her anus.
But
the problem was that men didn't ejaculate on command. They came
whenever their bodies decided to. A baby girl needed the sperm soon
after she came out into the world. So the idea was to have many dozens
of men right there when she was born, so presumably some of the men
would have sperm to give right away. The others would come within a
couple hours at most, and the new doses could be offered to the girl
continually for several hours, then less often for a few weeks.
That
was why Martha was going to have all her men go to visit the Ralston
clan. When her clan was trying to make a breeder, the other clans would
reciprocate and a hundred or more men would help coax the Robinsons'
baby girl onto the track of females who could bear children.
After
their initial month of treatments, breeders and studs were left alone.
Like other boys and girls, they did nothing sexual until puberty hit.