Like
a lot of the men, Fred played with the kids when he had a chance. He
played a lot with Jessica, the cute little girl who had just turned
four. Anyone could tell she liked him, and he adored her.
"Hey, Fred."
"Oh, hi, Dawn." Dawn was Jessica's mother.
"I've got something to talk to you about." She grinned.
Fred sat down and gave her his full attention.
"You like Jessica, right?"
"Love her to pieces."
"How'd you like her as a roommate?"
"Me?"
"Yes, you."
"I'd love it! Oh, man!"
"I thought you'd be happy."
Ordinary
men had a solitary sexuality. They got hard, stroked a few times, and
had an orgasm and ejaculation. But they had no sexual attraction to
either the women or the breeders, though they were sometimes friends
with breeders. They certainly had no interest in the studs, other men,
or boys.
They did feel a little extra something for the girls.
Not that they wanted them sexually -- they wanted nothing but their own
hand.
Many men liked girls giving them a hug or snuggling in
their laps. They liked to watch them play. A fair number liked more
than hugs. They loved to touch them. They liked tickling and wrestling,
giving them back rubs or foot rubs. They liked to kiss their arms and
stomachs. They loved to massage their scalps and thighs and little
butts. Their little pussies were off limits, at least in theory.
If
that was all there was to it, it would have been just a curiosity. But
there was another effect: the guys' sperm production went up quite a
bit when they had a girl to touch. That was of great interest to the
women.
The girls liked affection, like most children. They
didn't mind being pawed and hugged and stroked -- some of the time. So
it called for a balancing act. The adult females encouraged their
daughters and nieces to push the envelope a little -- put up with a
little more of that kind of affection than they normally would. But
they didn't want the girls to be really unhappy about it. It was
important that they still have control over their own bodies.
Fred considered what Dawn had told him. "But don't the older guys get
first dibs?"
"All
else being equal. But most guys get carried away some of the time and
the girls feel trapped. I remember feeling that way now and then when I
was a girl. But I've watched you with them, and I don't think you'd
ever do that."
"I wouldn't mean to."
"But there's another reason too."
"What?"
"They say your sperm is really nice."
"What?"
"The
old maids report yours is extra wonderful, and it would be nice if
there was more of it," she said. "But don't let it go to your head!"
"How does Jessica feel about it?"
"She says she likes the idea. We can see how it goes. If she doesn't
like it, we can look for someone else."
Dawn
gave Fred a big hug and they held it for a while. Breeders and ordinary
guys could do that as pure friendship since there was no sexual
tension. Neither of them had any sexual interest in anybody. The
breeders loved their babies and put up with getting fucked by the
studs. The men enjoyed the orgasms they brought by their own hand, and
put up with being fucked by the women.
"I get to sleep with you!" Jessica squealed, skipping into Fred's room.
"Yes, you do, and I'm looking forward to it so much!"
Jessica
leapt up on the bed and jumped up and down a few times before diving
under the covers and wriggling around. Her head then appeared on the
pillow and she shut her eyes and snored a few times in pretend sleep.
Fred stripped out of his clothes and slid in beside her, even though it
was earlier than he usually went to bed.
"You're all naked!" she said.
"Sure, why not?"
The girl shrugged. Before long she fell asleep.
Fred
lay on his side watching her beautiful slack face, asleep with the
innocence of childhood dreams. Her chest rose and fell gently. Before
long his cock hardened, although there was no relationship to what he
was seeing. He reached under the bed for a little empty clear plastic
vial, jerked a few times, and felt the small joy of orgasm as he caught
the spurts, then put it on the floor. That little bit of release made
him sleepy.
He awoke to the little girl climbing over him.
"Where're you going?" he asked.
"Back to my own bed," she said.
"Why?"
"Just wanna."
So he let her go, of course, a little disappointed.
But the next night she was back, as enthusiastic as before.
Once again she got up. "Is something uncomfortable?" he asked.
"Oh, nothing," she said, then added, "I'm kinda hot."
The next night as they retired, he said, "You were hot last night, why
don't you take your clothes off?"
"Won't I be cold?"
"You'd be cold in your own bed, but here you have a grown-up giving off
heat, and you can always snuggle up to me."
"OK!"
she said, flipping the covers back and without fanfare peeling off her
pajama tops and bottoms and panties, flinging each piece across the
room, wabbed up and tangled.
Maybe he'd teach her about how to
handle clothes, but she was still a little young for that. Anyway, he
would be happy to pick up after her. As she lay on her right side
facing him, he ran his hand up the outside of her thigh to her hip,
following her contour down the little bit to her waist, up her chest
and neck and stopped with her head. He drew his hand across her cheek.
"I'm so glad to have you with me!"
She wriggled.
"Want a back rub?"
"Sure!"
She
flopped onto her stomach and he knelt behind her and started a slow,
sensual rub. He thought she was drifting off when his cock started
rising.
"Sorry," he whispered, reaching down beside the bed and jerking off
with a few quick strokes.
Jessica looked back over her shoulder. When she saw what was happening,
she pulled herself up to sitting and smiled.
She had seen this before, though not up close. Guys tried to be
discreet about it, especially around children.
"What happens to the stuff?"
"I put it in the bin in the morning, and then they decide what woman
gets to use it."
"Can I touch it?" she asked, having shifted focus to the organ it had
come from.
His
cock had shrunk. "Sure!" he said. His cock would not get erect again or
feel pleasure from her touch, but he liked the idea of her exploring
his body too.
"It's soft," she said, fingering it.
He looked between her legs and exclaimed, "Why, you don't seem to have
one!"
"Course not, silly, I'm a girl!"
"Can I touch where you don't have one?"
"OK," she said, after the briefest hesitation.
Fred slid his hand up her thigh to her pussy and rubbed gently a little.
She squirmed after a few seconds and he drew his hand away.
She flopped down on her back.
"Want a front rub?" he asked.
"Sure!"
He
slid his hands over her stomach and up her chest to her shoulders and
arms, but returned to the chest and stomach area. She was so beautiful!
He
woke in the morning before her sometimes. She was usually on her side
facing away from him, and he experimented with stroking her back,
including her lovely little butt cheeks. The second morning he did that
she woke while his hand was sliding up and down the outside of her top
thigh.
"Morning, Jessica."
"Morning, Fred."
"Did you wake up from my touching your lovely little body?"
"Maybe, but it felt nice!"
Fred
experimented with licking her stomach. Jessica laughed and pushed him
away at first, but got used to it. He moved down to her thighs and
eventually the outside of her pussy lips. Maybe he wasn't supposed to
do that, but it wasn't clear and he didn't feel like clarifying it with
the women.
He didn't find any of this sexually arousing. It just
felt fun and kind of naughty and pleasant. His cock got hard on its own
schedule. He noticed that his ejaculations were more copious, and his
orgasms did feel better.
At first she wouldn't put up with very
much at a time near her pussy lips, and he always instantly let her get
out of any position she didn't like or just stopped touching.
"Jessica, you know that place where you don't have a penis?"
"Yeah."
"It's a very special place. I like playing with it because I don't have
one."
She didn't say anything.
But
he persisted, because he really did like licking her there. He hated it
when the women used that part of themselves to engulf his cock, but she
was a little girl and didn't do that to him.
She let him spread
her legs wide apart and lick inside her crack. At first she would only
let him do it for a few seconds, but gradually she was content to lie a
good long while that way. She never showed any sign of sexual pleasure.
That was fine with Fred; he didn't feel any sexual pleasure either,
just joy at exploring her body.
Sometimes he would lick her that
way for fifteen minutes at a time. It got so they did it last thing at
night, and she fell asleep that way. The first few times that happened,
Fred was so excited he just kept licking her for 45 minutes.
Like
most men, Fred ejaculated once not long before he went to sleep, and
then in the morning. His morning erection and need to ejaculate was
often what woke him up. As he luxuriated in Jessica's little body, not
only did the quantity of semen increase, but his morning ejaculation
came earlier. He couldn't get back to sleep afterward, and within a few
weeks it was quite annoying. At first he was a good citizen though,
always reaching under his bed for the little plastic vial and saving
the semen for use by the old maids.
One day he was exasperated
to wake up at 4am. Instead of reaching under the bed, he just stroked
where he was and spurted his semen onto Jessica's back. He sopped up
the worst of it with the sheet. Without the disruption of reaching and
fumbling for a tube and placing it just right, he did go back to sleep.
"The sheet's wet," observed Jessica as she awoke before him the next
morning.
"Oh,
yeah," he said. "My spurting comes out earlier and earlier, and I can't
get back to sleep. So last night I just let it go without getting a
vial, and without having to fumble around I fell back to sleep."
Jessica was able to get a little of the sticky stuff on her fingers.
"Can I play with it?"
She
had asked that before, and he had always said that they needed to save
it for the women. But now it wasn't going to be saved in any case, so
why not?
The next night when his erection rose in the wee hours
Jessica was on her back, and he groggily thought that if she wanted to
play with it, he could just leave it where she could find it. So he
aimed the spurts onto her stomach.
The next morning he woke to Jessica giggling.
"You shot it onto me!" she said.
"Yeah," he said. "You wanted to play with it, right?"
So
as he drowsed, he was dimly aware of Jessica rubbing it between her
fingers, tasting it, and rubbing it all around her chest. When she was
done, she sopped it up with tissues.
The
next morning when Jessica awoke, Fred's semen was again pooled on her
stomach. She played with it silently instead of waking him up.
Then she had a naughty idea. She rubbed some on her spot down below,
the place where she didn't have a penis, as Fred put it.
As he had been licking that place, she had realized it actually felt
kind of good. It was a special place.
She
liked how it felt when she rubbed his sticky stuff down there, so she
took it all and slathered it in and around where Fred licked.
After
a week, the women wanted to know why Fred wasn't leaving a morning
ejaculation vial. He explained the situation, and they laughed. It was
true, a guy needed his sleep. And the quantity of his other
ejaculations were very satisfactory. It was sweeter and nicer too, just
around the time he stopped handing in his morning vial. Maybe good
sleep made Fred happy, and a happy Fred produced happy semen. The women
discussed some way to harvest the early ejaculation, but Fred dissuaded
them, feeling that anything they came up with would interfere with his
sleep.
Fred noticed that Jessica's clit seemed a little bigger
and her pussy hole was actually open a tiny bit. He was surprised but
pleased that his tongue work could change her in that fashion. She
definitely gave signs of pleasure when he licked her too.
Fred
only licked Jessica's pussy at night, and during the intervening day
she had had a bath to wipe away her middle-of-the-night activities, so
he had no idea what was really changing her. He also wasn't aware that
her changed body also affected him when he went to lick her. His
middle-of-the-night ejaculation happened earlier, and suddenly he was
producing a morning one too. He had started making an extra ejaculation!
He
didn't mention that it was extra, because he was afraid that the women
would persist and find some way to harvest the middle-of-the-night
extra that he wouldn't like. He just started delivering the morning one
again, and the women just assumed his body had adjusted to the new
situation.
Jessica
felt restless. She liked sleeping with Fred, and enjoyed all his
caresses, but something was missing. She felt a certain fascination
with his penis. Yet however she caressed it, it never got hard nor did
Fred seem to enjoy it especially. It got hard and spurted on its own
schedule.
She tried licking it once, but Fred jumped away
immediately. He was polite about telling her not to do it, but she felt
bad and had to fight back tears.
She knew that men and women
went behind closed doors to do something related to penises, but like
most girls she had wanted nothing to do with it. Now she was interested
enough to hide in a closet and peek. The man was on his back,
impassive, but the woman above was moving up and down, his penis up
inside her body. She gave a gasp and shudder. It was how Fred looked
when he was ejaculating, except when the women did it, it was much more
intense.
She noticed boys her own age and suggested playing doctor, but none of
them was interested.
Isaac,
however, was a little boy, almost four. She was at that point nearly
five. He looked up to her and was happy to do just about anything she
suggested. If it made her happy, he was willing to pull his pants down
and let her play with his private parts. He was worried she would laugh
at him when his penis got long the first time, but she seemed even
happier than before. She wanted to show him her private parts too. He
had seen naked little girls from a distance before, but Jessica put her
strange little puffy lips right up close to him. She opened them up to
show him the other stuff inside. She got him to touch it once, but that
was enough. She suggested he lick her there, but that was a really
yucky idea. He also shied away when she approached his penis with her
tongue.
As
Jessica sat on Isaac's bed, she saw him come half awake. He slept
without anything on his bottoms because Jessica had told him to.
"I've
got some cool magical stuff!" she said. "Like ointment for your penis!"
And with that she rubbed some of Fred's cum all over Isaac's little
organ. She figured if it had felt good when she did that with her own
private parts, it might feel good if she did it with his. Isaac didn't
complain, and after she had rubbed it in he went back to sleep, and
Jessica returned to Fred's bed.
She repeated the procedure night
after night. Sometimes Fred woke up to ask her where she was going, and
she said she had to pee.
Something stirred in Isaac. He rubbed
up and down on his penis when it got hard, and that felt good. He got
Jessica to do it and that felt better. He liked the idea of touching
her girly parts, which she eagerly displayed for his attention. He even
started licking them, which made Jessica very happy. She also suggested
licking him, and now he thought it sounded good, and found it felt
fantastic.
The grown-ups noticed that Isaac slept late in the
mornings and started taking a nap in the afternoon again, something he
had given up a few months before. Otherwise he seemed fine, so they
shrugged and ignored it. Jessica also started sleeping late and going
to bed early, and she got a little cranky. Jessica told Fred she felt
like going back to her own bed sometimes, and he was dimly aware of her
leaving in the middle of the night -- often pretty soon after he had
had his middle-of-the-night orgasm.
Jessica waited until Fred
had ejaculated his wonderful clear liquid onto her stomach, and a
little longer so the connection wouldn't be too obvious, then tiptoed
to Isaac's room. He woke to the feel of her rubbing his penis with that
lotion and she saw him rubbing some of it into herself down between her
legs.
Then they played with each other, getting good feelings, switching off
licking the other one's private parts.
They
also took to hugging, and staring into each other's eyes. Then they
discovered the kiss. No one else in the clan kissed the way lovers do.
An adequate reason was that there weren't any lovers -- not really. The
studs weren't going to kiss anybody, and the women and breeders felt no
desire to kiss them either. The women might have felt like kissing the
men, but the men sure as hell didn't want to get kissed. And the men
and breeders just didn't think of each other that way.
Isaac and Jessica felt that way, and they discovered how good it felt.
As
they hugged each other, they found themselves wriggling their pelvises.
After a while they found that if she held his penis in just the right
place, he could wiggle his pelvis to rub the tip of his penis right
against that spot on her that loved to be licked.
One day the
idea hit Jessica like a thunderbolt. She had seen that man on his back
while the woman somehow had his penis up inside her body. Maybe it
didn't go up her poop hole, maybe it went up the hole where she was
shoving Fred's magic clear stuff. Isaac got hard. Could they do it?
"I wanna try something, Isaac," she said, barely able to contain her
excitement. "Lie on your back."
She held herself above him and tried poking his penis against her
different places.
"It feels better when we're side by side," Isaac said.
"No,
I'm looking for something else," she said, as she had pretty much the
right place on herself but poked his penis all different directions.
"What?" he asked. Not all of her experimental pokings felt good to him.
"I think it can go inside!" she said.
"In your poop hole? Gross!" he said.
"No, the other one -- you've felt it."
Yeah, he had felt there was an opening there somewhere.
Just
then his tip was somehow surrounded by her flesh, and a second later it
hurt. "Ouch!" he cried, and Jessica quickly lifted off of him.
"Shhh, they'll hear us!" whispered Jessica.
Her
next experiment turned out differently. His tip was surrounded by her
flesh, and it started bending this way and that before he felt it slide
in. Somehow, it just vanished into her body! And it felt really, really
good! They stared at each other and smiled. Jessica lifted herself up
as she had seen the woman do.
"Does it feel OK?' Jessica asked.
"It feels great!"
"It feels great for me too! I'm feeling kind of an itch."
"Oh."
"But a good itch!"
She humped up and down, little five-year-old girl body on four-year-old
boy body.
"I got an itch too!" said Isaac, who began thrusting his hips up
against Jessica.
"Oh, wow, mmmm!" she moaned, and he moaned a second later. They each
felt a wave of pleasure like they had never felt before.
Jessica lifted off of the boy. "Are you OK?" she asked.
"Great! And you?"
"Fantastic!"
She was silent a moment. "I think I know what that was. I think you had
that same thing the men have when the stuff comes out of them. Did
anything come out?"
They couldn't tell for sure, since they both had traces of Fred's stuff
on their genitals.
"And I think I had that thing I saw a woman having once when she was
doing this to a man."
"What was it?"
"The same kind of thing you had, I think. A really good feeling and
then it's over and you're happy?"
"Yeah, that's what it was like! And now my penis is soft, and I don't
feel like rubbing it any more."
"I should go back to my bed, but I'll see you tomorrow night, OK?"
"OK!"
The
two discovered fucking. Actually, although it was bumbled and uneven,
they had discovered making love. They were having sex and both were
enjoying it!
They found ways to meet in private during the day,
perhaps out in the woods or down in the basement. If it was an
uncomfortable place, he could stick it in her and thrust away quickly
and they'd both come in thirty seconds. If they had more time they
might do it for half an hour.
The grown-ups noticed they were
the best of buddies and thought it was sweet. It was especially
charming to find them in bed together in the morning now and then,
though Jessica usually went back to her own bed before they fell asleep.
============================================================ Eight Years Later
"Mommy," said Jessica. "I'm bleeding from between my legs!"
"Are
you hurt? Let me see." She was surprised. "It's a period! Why are you
having a period? We didn't make you a breeder! Ordinary women never had
periods." Her mother thought a while.
"Come to think of it, you
have bigger boobs than women do! Say, I wonder if you're somehow a
breeder even though we didn't make you one when you were born."
The idea that a girl could just spontaneously turn into a breeder was
interesting.
Fred
had started discouraging Jessica from sleeping with him when she was
ten. She was no longer the little girl that fascinated a man so much.
For some time her main interest in the arrangement was getting that
middle-of-the-night ejaculation, and he stopped having it.
That
meant that she and Isaac no longer had a steady supply of the wonderful
sperm that Fred had reliably spurted onto her stomach every night.
After a month, they both noticed they weren't feeling so great,
especially when they made love. They managed to steal vials of sperm
and dose themselves up every few weeks. As long as they stole a vial
from a different guy and it wasn't that often, no one noticed the theft.
They
didn't know for sure what Jessica was, but at her age as an ordinary
woman she would start getting an allocation of sperm. If she was a
breeder it wouldn't do her any good, but she reported she liked it a
lot. She had been enjoying it for years, of course. Now she shared her
legitimate supply with Isaac too.
Dawn talked to her daughter
Jessica more frequently about what it was like to be a breeder, how to
steel herself for the onslaught of the studs. They waited for her to go
into heat, but breeders always went into heat within a few months of
getting their period -- and Jessica never did.
If she was an old
maid, she would need sex with a man when she got that itch -- but she
never did. Jessica herself wasn't surprised at that, since she was
having regular sex with Isaac. If she was a woman, later she would need
the stud too when she got that sharp pain in her innards -- but she
never did.
She seemed to be half breeder and half woman. She was a curiosity.
Jessica
and Isaac had developed more of a sexual passion for each other than
ever. It increased first when Jessica reached sexual maturity. It
increased again when Isaac did.
Like any boy, Isaac was supposed
to be on the lookout for that erection that popped up on its own, the
compulsion to rub it, followed by a sense of relief and spurting semen.
His erection had gotten plenty hard for years when he and Jessica made
out or made love. He had an interest but not a compulsion to rub it,
and he got that feeling of relief. It wasn't immediately apparent
whether he was spurting or not, because all his good feelings were
happening with his penis buried deep inside Jessica.
But he
needed to test the hypothesis, and when he masturbated he found that he
was spurting. But something wasn't quite right. His semen wasn't clear
like a man's or brown like a stud's. It was milky white. He didn't dare
deliver that sperm to the collection system. People would think he was
a freak! So he kept denying that he was spurting.
Over the next
year, people noted that Isaac was unusual in another way. He was 5'6"
and still growing, quite tall for a man, and he also had more heft. But
he was too small to be a stud.
People questioned his assurance
that he wasn't spurting, but they didn't force the issue. Perhaps it
was a plot to avoid having to do his duty and let the women fuck him,
but they would wait.
Over
the preceding 24 hours, Martha had taken several extra-large doses of
sperm up her pussy as she tried to sort out the reports she was getting.
Now
she convened a meeting. There was no formal procedure, but the
substance was clear enough: Martha, Fred, and Dawn were the
inquisitors. Jessica and Isaac were getting grilled. Martha was of
course the one in charge.
"I think we need to challenge all our
assumptions and start with a clean slate," she said. "Jessica was never
a normal breeder or a normal woman; she was some sort of deviant
intermediate form. Isaac too was too small to be a stud and too big to
be a man; neither fish nor fowl.
"I have a theory. I think that
you have been spurting for some time, Isaac, but that your sperm isn't
normal. It's somewhere between the clear stuff normal men make and the
brown stuff studs make."
"How did you know?" he stammered. "It's whitish. I couldn't admit I was
spurting, don't you see? You'd all think I was a freak!"
"Yes, I can understand that," Martha said.
Isaac sighed with relief.
"So, Jessica."
"Yes," said the pregnant girl.
"You
took his sperm for yourself and slid it up your own vagina. Yet his
whitish sperm was enough to make you pregnant. And something tells me
you've been raping him, threatening to reveal his freakish sperm if he
told anyone."
"I haven't been raping Isaac!" she said hotly, her expression softening
as she looked over at him.
He smiled at her and addressed Martha. "Jessica has not been raping me."
"I know you two have been the best of friends since you were young,"
Martha said, "so I'm not surprised that you protect her."
"I'm
not protecting her!" Isaac said. He shifted in his seat and took a deep
breath. "I have had sexual intercourse with Jessica for quite some
time. I very much want to do it with her. I get an erection when I see
her and touch her," he said. "I ejaculate inside her body. Like a stud!"
All three of the inquisitors were shocked.
"Then you have been raping Jessica!" Martha accused.
"No,"
said Jessica softly. "He is sweet to me. I love it when he puts it in
me. It doesn't hurt. I come too. And it was originally my idea."
The
three inquisitors were perplexed. Fred had the next insight. "So we
have sex between a male and a female, and both of them like it, both of
them want it, and both of them have a good time. And it produces a
baby."
"It is totally against nature!" said Martha. "Is this baby going to
have two heads?"
"I guess we'll find out," said Fred softly.
Dawn
spoke for the first time. "Jessica, you said it was originally your
idea. When did you first suggest it? Was it around the time you got
your period? And did he agree right away?"
Jessica and Isaac looked at each other, and both became pale.
"It was..." Jessica said. "It was," she murmured.
Isaac spoke up in a strong voice. "I think you were five and I was
four."
The three grown-ups stared.
Martha
spoke first, "This is no time for jokes," she said sternly, but she
knew as she said it that it was not a joke. The two young people
wouldn't be pale and stammer when they were making up a joke.
"It started with you, Fred," Jessica said.
"Me?"
"So what role did you have in all this?" Martha asked him.
"Remember you used to spurt onto my stomach?" Jessica said. "I didn't
mind, I really didn't!" she said loudly.
Fred
relaxed and said, "Yeah, they knew about that. At least they knew we
were sleeping together, and they knew I was spurting in the middle of
the night without collecting the sperm in a vial."
"Really?" asked Martha. "I don't remember that."
"I
do," put in Dawn simply. Martha didn't like the idea that she didn't
remember something like that and Dawn did. She didn't like the idea
that she was getting on in years.
"You spurted it onto her stomach?" Martha asked.
"Yeah," said Fred, a little defensive. "She wanted to play with it."
"Go on," Martha said to Jessica.
"Well, I'm not sure what was important, but I do know I was rubbing his
sperm all over my vagina area."
"Like a treatment!" Martha said.
"Kind of," Jessica said.
"And
did you know about this?" Martha asked Fred. "Surely any grown-up would
know that wasn't a good idea? At least not without mentioning it to
anyone?"
"No," said Fred. "I had no idea."
"I never thought he knew," said Jessica. "I thought he wouldn't like
that I did that."
"Do you have any idea why it occurred to you to rub sperm all around
your pussy?"
"Well, when Fred licked me all around that area, it felt really good."
Martha and Dawn stared at him, and Fred turned beet red.
"I guess I should have asked," he said. "But I did make really good
sperm back then, do you remember?"
That Martha did remember. Pressing the plunger to deliver Fred's sperm
deep in her vagina -- that was quite the treat.
"And I think you didn't ask because you knew what we'd say."
"I
think you're right," Fred said, trying to keep some dignity. He prayed
that Jessica might omit the fact that he sometimes licked her pussy for
an hour at a time.
Dawn took up the questioning. "Jessica, are you sure you didn't mind?"
Jessica nodded.
Dawn
smiled and continued, "Then I say, what the heck? He liked it. She
liked it. He made better sperm. That's why we let men sleep with girls
in the first place." She turned to Fred and said in a friendly tone,
"But you really should have asked."
"I know," he said.
Jessica
wanted to move on from Fred. She hadn't realized that what he had done
was such an indiscretion. And the truth was that she did love Fred, for
all he had made her feel special back then and how he had treated her
ever since.
"Anyway, I found myself thinking about sex, though I
didn't know the word back then. I tried getting Fred to respond
sexually, like to enjoy it when I stroked his penis. But he never did."
"And you tried licking it once!" Fred said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
"Of course you didn't," Fred said. "It was just very memorable to me."
"Anyway,
when Fred didn't respond, I tried to get other boys interested, but the
only one who would let me play doctor was Isaac," she said. It suddenly
occurred to her that she was saying she had chosen the love of her life
because he was the only one who would have her. "But I did like him a
lot," she stammered.
Isaac smiled and patted her hand. "It's OK," he said.
"So I took some of Fred's stuff with me and rubbed it all around his
penis."
"And what did you think of that, Isaac?" Martha asked.
"I
don't really remember what happened at first," he said. "I was pretty
young. But I do know I felt sexy pretty soon and wanted to touch and
fondle my buddy Jessica."
"So you did this more than once? This treatment with the sperm?"
"Oh, yes, we did it just about every day until I stopped sleeping with
him when I was ten."
"You used me!" said Fred with a pout.
"I'm sorry!" blurted out Jessica, before Fred gave a big grin and the
others laughed. Even Martha smiled a little.
"Anyway,"
said Isaac. "Shortly after those treatments started, we started fucking
like little bunnies and coming every time. We could barely keep our
hands off each other, and met every chance we could. I'd say we
averaged about twice a day, wouldn't you?" he asked his lover.
Jessica thought, but before she could answer, Martha interrupted.
"OK,
OK. I get the picture. Let me think about this a little while." There
were several seconds of silence. "The natural way is that we treat a
boy with lots of stud sperm right at birth if we want him to become a
stud. We treat a girl with lots of man sperm if we want her to become a
breeder. It looks like if you treat a boy or girl with man sperm at
around age five, he or she gets interested in sex and starts being
sexually active. If you keep it up through age ten, he or she becomes
an intermediate bastard form."
"I don't think of it as a bastard
form. I see it differently," said Dawn. "The next time I come into
heat," she said, turning to Isaac, "I would dearly love this boy to
have sex with me, if he's willing, rather than the studs. And if he
could make me pregnant..." The appeal of that was obvious to all.
Fred spoke up suddenly, "Isaac, what do you think of the women? What do
you think of the idea of fucking them?"
The
only ordinary woman in the room was Martha, and she was... kind of old
and not very pleasant. This was apparent to Fred as well.
"Take Ella, for instance. Do you think you'd enjoy fucking her?"
Isaac imagined the woman naked, imagined her begging him to stick it in
her, and smiled.
"I'll take that as a yes."
"Listen,
my boy," he said, sliding up next to him and putting his arm around
him. "I think any woman you agree to fuck is going to be forever in
your debt. And if you could fuck all of them, every man is going to be
forever in your debt as well. You want any toy you've ever dreamed of?
Any music? Peeled grapes? Personal laundry service? Never another chore
in your life? You're on!"
Martha smiled for the first time. She
imagined feeling that craving for a man, and having this teenager Isaac
fondling her, pushing her onto her back, sliding in with enthusiasm and
gusto, pounding away like a stud but without pain and without rude
remarks and without that burning sperm -- wow!
She asked quietly, "Jessica, does it burn when he comes inside you?"
"Burn?"
"When he comes, do you have this burning sensation from his semen.
Something very unpleasant? At all unpleasant?"
"No, nothing like that at all."
Despite her age, Martha felt a little stirring in her pussy.
Jessica looked a little agitated. "I don't think I like the idea of
Isaac having sex with other women."
Everyone laughed -- everyone but Isaac, who raised his hand for
silence, staring at his girl.
"I know what you mean," he said. "The idea of Jessica having sex with
some other man -- I don't like it."
The
two lovers moved close together then, gazing into each other's moist
eyes. In full view of the others, they put their lips together gently,
and rubbed them back and forth. The others couldn't comprehend what
they were seeing, not fully. It reminded Dawn of what it was like to
love a baby -- like each of them saw the other as their baby. It
reminded Fred of how he felt for the young Jessica, such a tender
feeling.
Martha had no basis of comparison at all. She said,
"Well, given that her choices are studs or men, I don't guess there's
much danger she'll want that! Or, you might want a man, but he's not
going to put up with you!"
Dawn said, "Imagine a world where we
don't need anybody but women like Jessica and men like Isaac! They both
love sex. They love each other. And they can make more babies!"
"That's wild speculation," said Martha. "And anyway, I think it would
be sick."
Yet
she joined the others in thinking about it. It was a very strange
concept. Fred tried to imagine liking to do it with women and feeling
about them kind of like he felt about little Jessica. Dawn imagined
being able to have babies and also this thing called sexual pleasure
that the others liked. Martha imagined men who would like having sex
with her, then tried to imagine big breasts and periods and babies.
Dawn and Martha jumped for joy at their other thought: No studs!
The
secret was out. Finally Isaac and Jessica could sleep together in the
same bed, all night long. People saw them kissing each other in public.
Others stared in fascination -- and often discomfort. Dawn relayed the
request that they should stop doing it in public, because it was very
distracting to the women.
Isaac and Jessica lay in bed, bodies intertwined after making love. She
was in the easy middle part of her pregnancy.
"The women want me," he said. "They're saying it's my duty."
"But you're not a man, not like them. You don't spurt involuntarily
several times a day."
"Yeah, but it looks like I never will. And I do spurt."
"I feel it trickling out of me right now," Jessica said, smiling, and
they kissed.
"But
whatever the rules are, it makes sense, right? The other guys are
revolted by having sex with the women, but they have to anyway. I'm not
revolted by it."
"Not revolted?" Jessica smiled. "You're looking forward to it!"
"I think it would feel good physically," Isaac said. "But I'm not going
to do it."
"Why not?"
"You're my lover. You're the only one I want to do it with."
"That's so nice of you," Jessica said.
They snuggled a while in silence.
Jessica
said with a twinkle in her eye, "I couldn't believe that when you told
them you want to have sex with me, you like doing it, and you come up
inside my pussy. You were so sure of yourself."
"It did feel weird to say I was a total freak, but I feel it so
strongly -- that helped."
Jessica
sighed and said, "It's selfish of me. You could make those women so
happy. I don't know why I don't want you to do it with them. But I'll
get over it."
Isaac looked at her in silence.
"Could I pick the person you do first?" Jessica asked.
"I
don't think I should do it with anybody. You discovered how to make us
sexy as children, and we were there for each other. We belong to each
other."
"But I'm not sure I can live with myself, being that selfish. Would you
do it for me?"
"OK," Isaac said after a pause. "But it doesn't feel right."
"What if you do Grace first..."
"Grace?" Isaac said.
"You don't find her especially attractive, do you? Maybe that would
make it easier on me, to start with."
Both of them were naked. Isaac was fondling her breasts and running his
hands over her hips.
"Do you mind?"
"No, not at all," the older woman said nervously, looking at his cock,
which had hardened without any attention from her mouth.
As always before she had sex with a man, she had played with herself
plenty before he arrived, so she was good and juicy.
"So, are you ready?" he asked.
"Sure," she said. "You want to lie down?"
"Not really. I'd like you to lie on your back."
"Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Oh, wow," she said.
Isaac
lowered himself onto her and guided his own cock into her pussy,
smiling with pleasure as he pushed in. He soon slid in up to the hilt
and began fucking away.
"Is that OK?" he asked.
"That's
great!" Grace said, looking at his face in astonishment. He looked
almost like a stud, the way he shoved in and out of her, pleasure on
his face. Unlike a stud, he was being kind to her, and it didn't hurt.
It didn't hurt at all; in fact it felt good. Very good. His penis
didn't ram the back of her pussy, yet she could tell he wasn't holding
back. He was shoving in as far as he could each time, his progress
blocked only when their pubic bones met. He was bigger than the men,
and his cock was bigger too. She felt her pleasure building, and
suddenly it burst, and she had the nicest orgasm of her life.
"I'm gonna come in you," he said, puffing.
She
sobered up, prepared for the burning sensation. He moaned and thrust
deep like a stud would. She didn't feel any pain at all.
He
pulled out and lay down next to her. He was smiling, not gagging, and
he was in no hurry to clean the liquids of sex off his penis.
Grace couldn't help grinning as she emerged. Half a dozen other women
casually gathered around.
"Well, what was it like?" asked one.
"Perfect," she said. "Just perfect."
"How did it work?"
"He
wanted me on my back so we could see each other. He wanted to do the
fucking -- kind of like a stud. But he wanted to see me, not just my
butt, and he tried to make sure I had my own orgasm."
"Well, it did feel pretty good." Isaac couldn't hold back his smile any
longer.
"But I'm glad to be back with you," he said, snuggling up to her.
After a while, Isaac noticed Jessica was unusually quiet, and when he
looked up he saw tears in her eyes.
"What's wrong?" he said.
"I
shouldn't care. It's selfish of me," she said sniffling. "But I really
don't like it. I'm sorry!" She let herself cry freely, and Isaac held
her.
"Then I won't do it with anyone else again," he said. "It
felt good, but I also felt guilty. I think we're meant to be with each
other and no one else."
"Really?" Jessica asked.
"Really."
Isaac
was willing to masturbate and donate his whitish semen to see what it
would do when injected into pussies, but in fact it did not give rise
to the same beneficial effects as clear sperm. It seemed to have no
effect on influencing the sexual development of young children either.
Jessica
didn't benefit from the injection of clear semen into her pussy. That
seemed to be an effect the infertile men could give only to the
infertile women.
Martha was meeting with Harriet and Alice, her two most trusted
confidants.
"I can't believe how selfish he's being!" Martha fumed.
"It is very frustrating," said Harriet.
"No shit," grumbled Alice, the youngest of the three.
"The rules say we could restrain him and make him do it," said Martha.
"That's if he were a man. He's not a man," said Harriet.
"No,
but the part that's not man is stud. It's hard to imagine a stud being
unwilling to have sex with a female. His nature should make him more
willing rather than less," said Martha.
"So why don't we just insist? Restrain him. He'll fall into line soon
enough," said Harriet.
"His
body doesn't work like a man's either, though," said Alice. "He doesn't
have those reflexes. He doesn't get hard involuntarily and have to
spurt. It seems he only gets hard when he likes the idea of having sex.
At least that's what he says. And he doesn't get hard when you lick his
penis -- at least that's what Dawn reports. They let her watch when
Jessica sucked on him, and he didn't get hard. But after they had
demonstrated the point, and he decided to let himself, he got very
hard, and they let Dawn watch them do it. Fucking. She said it was so
sweet she cried afterward."
"There's something that tells me we
shouldn't make him do anything," said Martha. "We'll just pretend he
never came along, and we'll get by as we always did. I don't want to
make him mad."
Harriet said, "I agree, and there's a different
reason. This love that he and Jessica have for each other is very
interesting. I think we all find it appealing, and if their love means
he isn't going to do it with other women, I think we need to respect
that."
"Yeah, good point," said Martha.
"Still..." said
Alice. "Imagine yourself naked. You're on your back, and he eagerly
shoves it into you. But it doesn't hurt, and he is kind to you. He goes
faster and faster, and then you see him tense and spurt. It goes right
up inside you, and the spurt doesn't hurt. Imagine..."
"That is not helping," sighed Martha wearily. Harriet shifted in her
seat.
"There are those other boys, though. How's it going with them?" asked
Harriet.
Martha
said, "Mark is twelve, but the treatments don't seem to have any
effect. Bob is ten, and there seems to be something stirring there.
He's getting treated with a full three vials a day. And among the
younger kids, the girls and boys we're treating are starting to get
sexy with each other."
"So we have to wait a few years, I guess," said Alice.
"We'll just have to see," said Martha.
"But is it true we can try playing with the boys if they're willing?"
"Yeah,
but let's stress that 'if they're willing' part," said Martha. "We
should just all assume life will go on as it always has. If anything
changes for the better, it will be a pleasant surprise."
"Would
you play doctor with me?" she asked quietly. It felt odd for a grown
woman to put it that way but she couldn't think of anything better.
"What?"
"Like show each other our bodies. Do you want to know what a woman's
body is like? I'd love to see yours!"
Bob thought that several of the women seemed to like spending time with
him these days, but this was something new.
"I love a boy's penis, and I'd love to see how yours is changing."
Bob shrugged and whipped off his pants and underpants.
"Lie back on the bed, here," she said. "It's so beautiful. Can I touch
it?"
Bob shrugged.
Then her hands were on it, and to Bob it felt special. It started
getting hard under her touch.
"Ooooo,
it's getting hard, that's so great!" she said with such enthusiasm he
decided she really meant it. "You want to see me naked?" she asked.
Bob shrugged again, and the woman pulled off her clothes.
She spread her legs wide so he could see the strange woman's parts.
"You want to touch?" she asked.
He hesitated, and she said, "I'd like it if you would."
Bob
explored with his fingers this strange new place. He had been playing
doctor with some of the girls lately, but this was different.
"You can pull those lips apart there to see what's inside."
Bob did.
"See
the hole there? That's the hole for your penis. Whenever you're old
enough, whenever you're ready, I'd love it if you'd stick your penis in
my hole."
Bob had no desire to do that, but he was kind of
excited that this grown woman was suggesting it. Then he lost interest,
and she returned her attention to his organ.
"Can I rub it up and down?" she asked. "Sometimes that feels good to a
boy."
He rubbed his penis sometimes when it got hard, but it felt better with
Alice doing it.
"Here, can I kiss it?" she asked.
"No," he said.
"Oh, come on," she said. "Just try it, I bet you'll love it."
"No," he said a little louder.
"Here,
let me..." Alice stopped. She had gotten in trouble doing exactly this
kind of thing many years before. "OK," she said. "We never have to do
that."
He started to get dressed, and she did too.
"You know, if you rub it up and down and keep doing it, you can get a
really good feeling. Try it some time.
"And
just so you know, any time you feel like playing doctor with me, I'd
love to. You can play with any part of me, and I'll rub you or lick you
if you want, and you can always stick it up inside my special hole."
But she ended with a smile -- "you never have to do anything like that
if you don't want to."
Later, Bob tried that rubbing trick with
his penis. He kept rubbing and rubbing, and sure enough, he had this
wonderful feeling throughout his body and then he didn't feel like
rubbing any more.
Bob had thought he would like to see Katy's body. She was eleven. But
he was too shy to ask.
Bob thought about sticking his penis into her body. That would be
exciting. Then he remembered Alice.
"Umm," he said, lounging in her doorway. He wasn't sure he believed
what she had said before.
"Oh hi, Bob! Come on in. What can I do for you? I'm always willing to
get sexy if that's what you'd like."
Soon the two were naked. He looked surreptitiously at her pussy.
"You can play with me if you'd like. Would you like to touch?"
Bob
nodded eagerly, and was soon peeling back her lips to look and rub
inside. He poked his finger up her pussy tube. His penis had gotten
hard.
"Would you like to stick that in me?" she asked in a whisper. "I'd love
that -- but only if you would."
Bob nodded, but looked confused. How?
"Oh,
goody! Here's how we'll do it. I lie down like this. You climb on top
of me there. Mmm, that's nice. Now I take your beautiful penis, like
this... Perfect. Now you push forward."
It felt partly gross, partly naughty, and partly very good to have his
penis surrounded by this woman's flesh.
"Now, poke it back and forth," she suggested.
Bob did. That felt even better. He poked a little deeper, but stopped
to look at her questioningly.
"Yes! You can push it in as deep as you want, as fast as you want.
Whatever feels good. I'll love it."
Bob took her word for it. He thrust in and out for a good long while.
He felt that good feeling almost happening, but not quite.
She said, "Let me try something -- but if you don't like it, let me
know."
He
then felt her pussy hole squeeze him. That was terrifically exciting!
He pumped in and out fast and then the feeling came to him. Waves of
pleasure.
When he stopped panting, he noticed she was looking at him and smiling.
Suddenly embarrassed, he said "I'm sorry, I don't know what I'm doing."
"Oh,
Bob, you know just what you're doing. I mean you're doing just what a
stud would do -- or Isaac -- and I love it. I love to see you get happy
like that."
Alice was a little disappointed that she had not had
any orgasm, but she hadn't even taken the time to get turned on.
Besides, this was a long-term investment. Who knew how old a boy had to
be before he could satisfy a woman?
Bob kept covering his penis
with the clear liquid three times a day. He got more and more
interested in playing with his penis. He got Katy to take her clothes
off so he could look at her, but she didn't want to touch. Alice, on
the other hand...
"Mmm, that's so nice, Bob... Just like that,
yes, more, OK, a little faster, OK? Not quite so deep. Oh, you're a
wonderful guy! Aaaaaahhhhhh," she suddenly said, her body twitching.
"Oh, that was fantastic, Bob! Now you go for what makes you feel good,
OK?"
"Can you turn over again, like we did before?"
"Sure, Bob!" Alice said. She loved having Bob do her from the rear.
After
they were in position and he was humping away in her, she made a point
of squeezing down on his cock at what she judged was just the right
moment, and he shouted out his climax.
But the big news was that
she had come! He was finally ready, Alice thought. He could make the
other women happy too. She would be reluctant to give him up. In fact,
she waited several days before broaching the subject with him.
"Bob, I've been having a really good time with you."
"Me too," he said.
"Did you know that every single woman in this clan would love to have
you do it to them?"
"Really? What about Katy?"
"I don't know about Katy, since she's right at that borderline age. But
I bet she will soon. Oh, the one exception is Jessica."
Bob found that just as Alice had said, every single woman wanted him to
fuck her just like he had Alice.
As Bob's body grew he started spurting stuff out, first a little, then
a lot.
When Bob's sexual appetites rose they decided to wean him off of his
three treatments of clear sperm a day.
He
loved spurting it inside a female. He loved pushing and pumping into a
woman whether he had stuff to spurt or not. They would all have their
own orgasms in any case.
Now the breeders disappeared
occasionally for a day. They were in heat, and didn't want the studs to
smell them. They actually stayed in the guest building at the edge of
the compound. They always invited Bob over to visit. They always wanted
another baby when they were in heat, but they didn't want the pain and
humiliation that came with a stud mating. They wanted Bob to slide up
into their pussies and leave a nice big blob of his sperm there. As
they hoped, that was all it took to make them pregnant! He fathered
over a dozen children.
"Well, OK," Martha sighed, lying on his bed and spreading her legs.
After
his cock was lodged in her pussy she felt him relax. That was part of
the problem. The only time Bob seemed to relax was when his cock was up
in some pussy or other.
"You seem to be insatiable," she said. "You don't want anything but
sex."
"That's right," he said, his penis sliding back and forth slowly.
"The
women can't take this much sex," she said. "We have work to do, and our
pussies get sore. One thing we've tried is giving you a breeder to do
for an hour at a time. But they say it doesn't work."
"When I've had one pussy for a while, I need a new one."
"And
you have to leave the girls alone until they're old enough. If a girl
says she doesn't want it, you have to leave her alone!"
"I only go to the girls if there isn't any other pussy to fuck."
Martha
sighed. Time to spring her brilliant idea. "I have an idea. How would
you like to go over to the Smith clan in the afternoon and do some of
them."
"Do they have pussies?"
"Yes, of course."
"Sounds good."
The
Smith clan had agreed to take Bob from 1 to 5. The old maids were
ecstatic at the idea that they could achieve their orgasms while having
sex with a man who really wanted to. They were thrilled at the prospect
of not needing the deep poking and burning of a stud. What they
promised in turn was that they would provide pussies for Bob to fuck
continuously between 1 and 5, and none for more than half an hour at a
time. That was a tall order, but they decided they'd try it. Later the
Chen clan would make the same deal for the 9 to 1 slot.
Bob ate
while gently sliding in and out of a woman he mounted from the rear.
His plate rested on her back. He showered in the same fashion, with two
helpers. One knelt on the floor to get fucked while the other washed
and rinsed him. Then they switched places, because Bob didn't like to
be close to a woman he couldn't fuck. It was a terrible tease.
Bob
died of a heart attack at age 28, while fucking the 14-year-old Marsha,
missionary style on a bed. While obviously in a lot of pain and
gasping, he wouldn't stop the fuck until he had ejaculated. Then he
slumped dead onto poor Marsha. She had to wriggle out from under his
corpse and had nightmares for months.
All agreed that giving a boy three full doses a day of clear man sperm
was too much.
Varying
the timing of the application of man sperm could create a variety of
different boys or girls. But there were essentially three types of each.
Studs
were the super-males. They were focused on sexual conquest which was
necessarily painful to the woman. They were rude, not terribly smart
and incapable of forming warm relationships. Yet before the emergence
of the new man, they were the only way to father children.
What
had been known as "men" might be called "introverted men". Their bodies
commanded masturbation and ejaculation on an inner-directed schedule.
They led often satisfying lives that had nothing to do with social
sexuality. Their sperm, however, was vital for creating fertile members
of either gender. They were especially kind to children, and every
child had memories of a kind introverted guy.
The new man had
elements of the other two. Studs were too crude and sex-obsessed to
form relationships with females, and the introverts had no interest.
The new men could. They could make love to women and sire children.
They were suited for the pair bond.
Breeders were the
super-females. Their one focus and obsession in life was bearing and
raising children, yet they felt no sexual pleasure. They were not
creative thinkers and had no interest in anything outside of the realm
of parenthood; they weren't even very good at household chores.
What
had been known as "women" might be called "career women". They had no
interest in having children and little interest in relating to them.
Dosed with the clear semen of the introverted men, they were the most
insightful and intellectual, and they pretty much ran the world outside
of the home. Their sex lives used to be a mix of abuse and agony from
the studs on the one hand, and on the other some excitement and orgasms
from introverts -- who despised the sex act in all its forms. Both
forms of sexuality were necessary to their health. The new men made
their sex lives a lot easier, but human intimacy was not a high
priority for them.
The new women could have children, or they
could decide not to. They enjoyed sex, but didn't need it. They fell in
love with men; they were made for love and bonding. They had choice.
Brown
sperm would vanish from the earth if the last stud did; they could not
be re-created from any other form. So small populations were set up
where they were preserved. The pussies required to keep them alive were
supplied by saintly women who put in time in a national service program.
Both
old-style introverted men and the new men were essential to society.
Without the clear semen, no children would grow up fertile, and the new
men were needed to actually father the children, now that the studs
were out of the picture. Both were largely content with their lot.
Since it wasn't necessary to decide right away whether to treat a boy,
families could wait to see his innate temperament before choosing the
role that suited him best.
The females varied in terms of what
they valued most. Which kind to create was a balancing act. Clans
needed some who most valued power and knowledge, they needed some who
most valued babies and child-rearing, and they all liked the ideal of
women who valued love and intimacy and could choose their path in life.
And
everyone loved to see the new men and new women as youngsters. Boys and
girls as young as five or six would kiss passionately and make love
wherever the urge grabbed them. Puppy love, perhaps, but real little
penises slid sensuously in and out of real little vaginas to the
delight of both parties.
And so the society stumbled along.
Their sexuality was still peculiar, but everyone agreed that it was far
less at cross-purposes than it used to be. It all changed when Saint
Jessica tapped into a stream of clear sperm on the sly and created of
herself and Isaac the first new woman and new man.