Emma
had grow up in the valley, and she knew she would spend her whole life
there. Everyone did. The valley was a couple miles long and a quarter
mile wide. It was surrounded on all sides by cliffs that could not be
scaled. A high waterfall was the start of the stream that ran through
the valley, and on the lower end it disappeared under the ground.
They
were all descended from the same two people, her great-great-great
grandparents Elijah and Patience Smith. The two had been part of an
expedition of 20 men and 12 women to South America in search of a new
home. Their supplies were on mules, while they walked. Progress was
slow over rough terrain. Their path blocked by a steep ridge, the group
fanned out, trying to find a way through. Patience stepped forward
through thick growth and the ground crumbled beneath her. She gave a
cry, then fell and landed hard. Elijah heard and ran to investigate. He
saw Patience far below through the gap in the earth, scratched and
bloody and holding her ankle. He fancied Patience, and while trying to
find a way down to her, the ground gave way beneath him too, and he
landed next to Patience. He was bruised and scratched. Their cries went
unheard by the rest of the party. He carried her down to a shady area
by the stream. As Patience's ankle healed, Elijah explored up and down
the valley for a way out. But there was no break in the cliffs, no way
to get up. Weeks turned to months, with no sign from the rest of their
party. They were stuck.
They were also in a paradise. The
weather was mild year-round, the trees were always laden with fruit.
Potatoes grew wild in abundance. A cave provided shelter until huts
could be built.
As they really grasped that they were stuck,
their thoughts turned to the future. Though there was no preacher to
perform a ceremony, they swore marriage vows to each other. Patience
bore children, one by one, 15 in all. With no other mates at hand,
brother had married sister, and more children had come, generation
after generation. And so by the time Emma Smith married Ebenezer Smith,
they were a community of twelve hundred souls. They were all
Christians, because that's what Elijah and Patience had been, but as
time went by and children asked what that meant, the adults found they
didn't really know. The legend told of bibles, other books, and
writing, but there was none of that in the valley.
Emma had been
nervous on her wedding night, but discovered that sex was not painful.
It was strange at first but pleasant. Within a couple weeks she thought
it was just wonderful. Ebenezer thought so too, and they fulfilled
their marital duties to each other morning and night. Emma looked
forward to being a mother, but for three months they had no success.
Then
Hepzibah Smith came down with a cold. Sneezing and coughing marked the
progress of the malady through the community. Such colds were a common
enough occurrence, and recovery from this one took only a couple days.
But after Ebenezer and Emma had both recovered and they lay together,
kissing and caressing each other in preparation for the act, his penis
remained soft. Night after night the organ refused to come to
attention. He confessed that he also just wasn't interested in sex any
more. He still shared Emma's enthusiasm for children, so he tried his
best, but nothing happened.
Like women everywhere, women of the
valley confided their private difficulties to their friends. All of
Emma's friends' husbands were affected the same way!
Before Emma
married, Stephen had shown an intense interest in her. He was deeply
disappointed when she chose Ebenezer as her husband, and she still
recalled the lustful looks he gave her. Surely if any lust was strong
enough to weather this affliction, it was his for her. He was not yet
married, and she went to him secretly. He was friendly enough, but
there was no spark. He seemed unusually oblivious to her hints about
sexual availability, and when she finally asked him directly, he
blandly said he had no interest. He recalled that he used to, but he
didn't any more.
Weeks went by, and not a husband in the
community could get an erection. Teen boys couldn't either. Not a
single penis in the entire colony was capable of an erection.
Soon
all the adults knew. Some enterprising souls hoped to make creative use
of the sticky secretions of wet dreams, but there were no wet dreams.
Some women confessed their sexual frustration to their closest friends.
It was plain that if nothing changed, they were doomed to extinction.
But
it was not an imminent disaster. Five years passed. Discreet attention
was paid to the boys who grew into puberty. They became muscular and
hairy and seemed normal in every respect -- except they had no interest
in sex and could not achieve erections.
Maintaining their
lifestyle in the valley required no special exertions by anyone. Up
until that time friendships, love, and marriage were on people's minds
as much as ever in human communities. Now the men reported a peace and
contentment they had never known before. They lazed around, admiring
nature. Aside from the most basic functions of eating, drinking, and
elimination, they moved little.
The women still cared about the
children, the future, and each other. They felt their men slipping away
and becoming alien creatures. Each sex found the other tiresome. Most
marriages evaporated, and men preferred to live peacefully with other
men. More and more it became a society run by women. They watched their
sons emerge from puberty with the tranquility and indifference of their
fathers, and then the young men went to live with the older.
Six
years after the emasculating cold swept through the colony, a strange
man stumbled into the settlement. When he spoke it sounded to them like
gibberish -- certainly nothing like English. Although scratched and
bruised from his fall, he was basically OK. Emma noticed that he was
definitely handsome. Taller than the hundreds of Smiths, with broad
shoulders and a square jaw, somewhat darker in complexion, and with
dark brown hair. His eyes were a color they had never seen before --
brown! She could tell from their glances that the other women also
found him attractive. The women were excited and debated what it might
mean. He might well be able to impregnate all the women who wanted
children.
The new man sought out the men of the valley. But in
response to his attempts at communication, they just nodded and smiled
serenely.
The women actively engaged him in the hunt for
gestures and signs to convey meaning. He brought them to where he had
landed and pointed far up the steep slope to show where had come from.
It was the same place Elijah and Patience had come from. The man wanted
to return to the world above. They casually conveyed that this was not
possible, but he did not seem to get it. Of course no one could leave
-- they had all known that for generations. But they recalled that
Elijah and Patience had assumed they could get out somehow to return to
their companions, so this man would as well.
The Smiths vacated a hut for his use, and he was content to share the food they offered and spend the night.
The
next morning he set out confidently, accompanied by a shifting audience
of curious children and women. As he walked around the edges of the
valley they saw his confidence turn to doubt and then alarm. As he
returned to his hut after a day of strenuous exploration, a couple
enterprising young women spent time with him, smiling and flirting,
sitting close, even leaning up against him. He seemed to understand
their meaning, but he shook his head. The next day he began a more
thorough investigation of the valley walls, picking a section a day and
exploring every foot of ground. The women tried again to pique his
romantic or sexual interest, thinking he had perhaps been too tired at
first. Then they thought perhaps he had particular tastes, so more
young women were encouraged to come visit, including the most comely,
the large and small in each and every dimension, and the shy. But he
showed no sign of interest. This was disappointing. Unlike the men of
the valley, he definitely had will and spirit. But he was just like
them in displaying no sexual interest. The women wondered if he was
capable of an erection. There would be time to find out more.
Except
there wasn't. He went to sleep the sixth night after his arrival and
never woke up. He had simply died in his sleep, and none could recall
him looking sick or complaining of any unease the night before. The
valley was generally a healthful place, with no life-threatening
illnesses and few unexplained deaths among the young and healthy. With
sadness they interred him in the burial ground alongside their hundreds
of Smith forebears.
The
women wondered about future possibilities. If one man came, maybe more
would. The first man's death was probably a fluke -- but they wondered
if there was anything they had done that might have caused it. Any
unusual plants or animals in the section of valley wall he had been
exploring that day? And then there was the question of sex. Did he
refuse their advances because of no interest, or perhaps moral
concerns? Perhaps he was married to someone in the vast world above?
Some thought they had seen a special sparkle in his eyes as he tried
repeatedly to engage the young men in conversation. After all the
speculation, there was little to be done. Life returned to the normal
they had come to accept over the preceding six years.
Two months
later, another man tumbled down into the valley. He had badly twisted
his ankle, and it was his cries that brought some nearby Smiths running
to help him down into the settlement. In coloring and build he was
similar to the first man.
The first man's untimely death was a
reminder that nothing is certain in life. This man didn't immediately
express a strong desire to leave, which the Smiths figured was because
he wanted to give his ankle time to heal. But some young women decided
not to wait, as a healthy ankle is not required for what they had in
mind.
Emma's younger sister Elizabeth was the most enterprising.
She devised a plan with Emma and set it in motion. As he finished
eating his first meal that afternoon, she helped him up and put his arm
around her shoulder while Emma offered herself for support on the other
side. At his guest hut, Elizabeth helped him inside, and by arrangement
Emma stayed outside to turn away any other visitors. She had quite a
few to turn away.
Inside, Elizabeth helped the young man onto
his sleeping pallet and then sat beside him. She gave him her best
flirtatious smile and rested her hand on his knee. The man took her
meaning. He stroked her cheek and rested his hand on her shoulder, then
slowly slid it down towards her breast. Elizabeth sat up straighter and
smiled.
His hand then cupped her breast firmly. His face
conveyed unmistakable interest. He paused and gestured outside while
saying some gibberish in his own language, then pantomimed people
coming in and out.
Elizabeth shook her head and said loudly, "Emma, he wants to know if anyone will be coming in."
"That sounds promising," came the muffled reply. "No, everything's looking fine in that regard."
Elizabeth made reassuring gestures.
The
man then did a series of wonderful things in quick succession. He
stroked her other breast, then let his hand slide lower. Elizabeth lay
back on the pallet to encourage him, and his hand landed on her left
knee and rapidly slid up under her dress to her crotch. The Smiths all
dressed in simple homespun shifts and had no undergarments. Elizabeth
smiled encouragement and the man stroked her crotch a few times. Then
he turned back, whipped off his shirt and worked his pants off quickly,
along with a white undergarment.
And there, between his legs,
was an erect penis! Elizabeth feasted on the sight as he crawled on top
of her. She quickly pulled her shift up over her head so she was naked
too. She was about to get what none of the hundreds of Smith women had
gotten for six years -- a penis inside her vagina!
Then the man
paused, and began gently stroking her between the legs. It felt nice,
but Elizabeth had a more specific hunger. There was a hard penis, she
didn't know how long it would stay hard, and she desperately wanted it
to penetrate her body.
A single finger pointing at her opening
conveyed her desire, and he gave a big grin as he lowered himself into
position. She saw the tip disappear from her view while the warm blunt
end pressed against her. It pressed hard, harder, and harder still, and
then suddenly broke through. There was a sharp pain and she winced.
The
man paused with a questioning look, but a little discomfort was nothing
to her. She mimed with her finger the motion she was looking for. He
then pressed in with greater force and in a series of strokes worked
his organ in deeper and deeper. Elizabeth was dimly aware that it hurt,
but mostly it felt absolutely right. She had a man lying on top of her
and a cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. He was thrusting fast and
hard, with enthusiasm. She felt the tip of the hot, hard thing hitting
against the deep end of her tunnel. And then he pressed himself in all
the way tight and gasped. He was delivering sperm! The stuff that made
women pregnant... She might get pregnant from this!
A few
breaths later the man let his penis slide out, eased himself down
beside her and lay on his back, favoring his ankle. He looked very
happy as he let her snuggle against him.
Not too long after, she
heard a gentle, "Elizabeth? Elizabeth?" from outside. So she rose and
pulled her shift on, then parted the drape that formed the hut's door.
"Did it work?" asked Emma excitedly.
Elizabeth glowed and nodded.
"My turn?"
Elizabeth hesitated, and Emma turned it from a question into a statement: "My turn!" She disappeared into the hut.
Other
pairs and trios of women approached. Elizabeth stood with dazed
satisfaction and told her story. The key fact was that he had
ejaculated deep in her vagina, and they could hope for the same
treatment!
As she entered the hut, Emma saw the man reach for
his trousers to cover himself up, but she signaled she didn't care
about that. She squatted beside the pallet, giving him a clear view up
under her shift. He noticed, and she then observed the most wonderful,
amazing thing. The man's limp organ was swelling, getting bigger. More
importantly, it was getting stiff. Stiff and hard, just like Ebenezer's
used to. Just like a penis had to be to penetrate women.
He curled the fingers of one hand and poked his index finger in and out with a questioning look.
Emma
nodded eagerly, lay back and pulled her shift up out of the way. She
spread her legs wide, wide apart. Anything to make it easier for him to
get that thing into her. He knew what to do -- and he wanted to do it!
He mounted her and nuzzled his hard tip in just the right spot, then
forced it in. Emma's pussy had been empty and unused for six years, but
it was not a virgin pussy. The man's strokes were insistent and soon he
had buried his whole organ inside. It was bigger than Ebenezer's!
He
fucked in and out of her fast, grinning vacantly down to where his
member was penetrating her body, stabbing it in and out -- such a
wonderful invasion. It went on and on. She dimly remembered from her
early married days that after finishing one bout of sex, it took
Ebenezer longer the second time. This man had just done it to her
little sister. The wonderful glow built in her loins, the glow of sex,
of desire, of hope for a baby.
She felt his strokes intensify,
and all at once the glow broke inside her and she gasped -- an orgasm.
Seconds later she felt him thrust with abandon as he groaned and
relaxed -- the sign he was delivering his precious load. He rolled off
of her and lay back. He was lost in his own world, with an idiot grin
of satisfaction. Emma got up to leave, reminded unpleasantly of how all
the Smith men had acted these past several years. But there was reason
to hope this was temporary.
Another young woman entered the hut
right after Emma left, but came right back out, reporting that he had
held up his hands to head her off.
In the morning there were
several women hanging around outside his hut, and when he appeared
hopping on one foot, they all rose and looked at him expectantly. He
looked them over and pointed to one. With her help he made it to and
from the latrine, and she helped him back into the hut. She later
reported his lustful advances, and she of course accepted them
enthusiastically. It ended as natural mating acts do with sperm deep in
her vagina.
A sprained ankle is no serious obstacle to copulation. He went at each of the women with zest and enthusiasm.
On
the fourth day his ankle was mostly better and his gestural questions
about how to get out of the valley became more pointed. He was upset
when he realized he was trapped -- but not as upset as the man before.
It didn't stop him from satisfying his lust with 3 or 4 different women
each day.
He tapped Elizabeth for a second bout of sex. The
other young women grumbled, but he was the one in charge. Just as they
were entering the hut, a few men were ambling by. He pointed to them,
pointed to the women, and turned his palms up to indicate a question.
Elizabeth thought she understood, but led him inside his hut before
giving her clarifying question. Pointing out there and to herself, she
then pantomimed fucking with her fingers. The man nodded and turned his
palms up again. Elizabeth turned just a little pink as she used one
hand to form a vagina, and with the other did her best to convey a
flaccid penis. The man seemed to understand, and was surprised. He
pointed all different directions outside the hut, and held his own
finger in the relaxed, deflated position. Elizabeth nodded.
She
then used her hands to shape an imaginary man beside her. She shifted
her hips seductively, ran her left hand over her left breast, and
batted her eyes at this imaginary man. Then she stepped over to take
his place and gave a smirk of disinterest and a yawn.
The man
nodded. Then he looked puzzled and pointed over his shoulder
repeatedly. Elizabeth didn't understand. He thought another moment, and
then pantomimed a small child, and pointed all around.
Then
Elizabeth understood -- he wanted to know where all the children came
from if the men had no interest in sex. She pantomimed a man with lust
in her eyes, and put an upward-pointing finger between her legs to
indicate an erection. Then she used her hands over her stomach to show
a pregnant belly swelling, then swept her hand down from between her
legs to the floor. She then brought the hand up, hopefully showing
children growing taller. She then waved her hands to change context,
put her hand at the height she estimated for a 5-year-old child, nodded
as she raised the hand higher. She then returned it to the 5-year-old
level and moved it downward, shaking her head. He nodded, apparently
understanding that the men used to be interested until about 6 years
before.
After a moment with no further gestural questions, she
pointed to the pallet with raised eyebrows. He hesitated, and then drew
her to him and gently offered a kiss. Elizabeth was a bit surprised,
but didn't hesitate. She felt more vulnerable being kissed than being
fucked, but she found this man attractive in every way. If he was going
to take a special shine to her, that would be wonderful. Besides, she
figured they would soon get around to sex, and regular sex was better
for making babies than occasional sex. The kisses grew more passionate
and his hands roamed all over her body. It felt great.
When they
lay on the mat naked, he surprised her mightily by shifting downward
and moving his head between her legs. What was he going to do? He
grinned at her puzzled look, and then she felt his tongue lick her
private place. Gross! She yelped and wriggled. When he looked up she
shook her head, and pointed between her legs, moving her pointed finger
forward and back in a clear indication of sexual intercourse.
He nodded, then with a twinkle in his eye, he sat back and yawned.
After
several seconds, she pointed at the stiff penis between his legs, then
pointed between her own legs, holding her lips open with the other
hand. He feigned incomprehension. With a sick feeling, she worried that
perhaps he was succumbing to the sexual indifference of the Smith men.
But there was a penis, and it was still stiff. If she could get it into her, get it to unload once more...
She
pushed him onto his back, and he let himself be pushed. She then lifted
herself up to straddle him. She and her girlfriends had talked over
everything sexual when they were adolescents, and then the women talked
more about sex once the men had checked out. She knew this kind of sex
was a possibility. Emma told her she'd done it that way with Ebenezer a
few times.
The man smiled when he saw what she was up to, and
she managed after several attempts to get herself in position over his
penis, aim it between her legs at the right spot and angle, and slowly
descend, forcing it up inside of her. She them moved up and down. He
looked up at her and smiled, but it didn't seem like the sort of urgent
smile men made when they were about to ejaculate. She began to move up
and down more vigorously, looking at him intently. His expression
didn't change. Soon she was very tired from the vigorous up and down
and stopped. Defeat.
He then gently pushed her off of him. Had
he really succumbed? Would the one time the women had had with him be
enough to make any of them pregnant?
But
then all at once he pushed her back onto the mat and raised himself
over her, growling and snarling, pressing her legs apart with his knees
and then surging up inside her hard and deep. He held her wrists firmly
against the mat. She was caught, trapped, helpless. She couldn't have
moved if she wanted to. But it sure looked like he was going to do the
thing she craved, and she laughed. He smiled and stopped growling, but
he kept thrusting his organ into her deep and hard, over and over
again. Then he released her hands and lay down on her, putting his
whole weight on her body while he slid his hands down below to grasp a
butt cheek with each. She couldn't breathe very well, but she loved it.
A minute later she felt him give the hardest thrust of all as he
groaned his pleasure. His pleasure was nice, but she thrilled at what
came with that pleasure, and what mattered so much -- his sticky seed
pulsing into her where it could start a baby.
When he seemed
fully satisfied, she gave exaggerated gasps to show her breathing
problem, and he slid off of her. After a minute of relaxation, she
stirred in preparation for getting up, but he held her against him and
looked at her tenderly. Maybe he really did have a thing for her.
Imagine if they actually got married! He'd still have to do his best to
impregnate all the others, but even so...
On his sixth day the
man took another walk around the perimeter of the valley, looking up at
the cliffs that clearly could not be scaled.
That night he
sought out Elizabeth and indicated he'd like her to sleep the night
with him. She was delighted at the prospect. She hesitated briefly,
remembering that the other man had died during his sixth night. The
timing surely meant nothing, and if by chance he did have some sort of
distress she would be there to do whatever could be done. She went to
sleep happy to have this man beside her -- this man who cared about
life and cared about her. His more vital good qualities were that he
got stiff, fucked women, and spewed his sperm into them.
She
woke to a rapidly shifting set of emotions. She was surprised to feel a
man next to her, happy to remember where she was and the circumstances,
curious that he didn't seem so warm, and then horrified when she
suspected that he was cool because he was dead.
They
checked and double-checked their memories. Both men had died during
their sixth night in the valley of the Smiths. This was unlikely to be
a coincidence. If another man tumbled down into their midst., how could
they prepare? Had the men died because of something they had eaten?
Something in the hut? They decided to offer a future visitor only the
simplest diet, potatoes and a bland fruit. They cleared out a different
hut in hope of another visitor and kept it especially clean. The
consensus was that only two notably healthy women would get close to
him, to minimize the chance of some infection. Most young women started
tracking their periods so they could argue better for a chance with the
man if they really might be fertile.
So when a third man did
arrive 64 days later, there was hope but also consternation -- a
palpable fear that he too would die soon.
He had not twisted or
sprained anything, and after taking in the community and accepting
their simple meal, he immediately set out to find a way out of the
valley. He was notably upset when he finished his first circuit of the
valley.
The original plan had been for just two women to come
close to the man. But between the formulation of that plan and the
third man's arrival, it had become apparent that four women had gotten
pregnant from their time with the second man. Most others wanted babies
too -- some wanted them desperately. Some thought it wasn't right to
stress a man with sex if his life was in danger. But others, especially
those who wanted babies the most, pointed out that the first man had
died just as soon as the second and had had no sex at all. Others
thought it just wasn't proper somehow when in an important sense his
life hung in the balance.
The women who were interested in sex
under these uncertain circumstances flirted with him, leaving no doubt
as their availability. He resisted their advances the first day. He
gave in on the second night, and then every night after. Apparently he
was the sort of guy who couldn't or didn't want to have sex more often
than once a day. He didn't encourage any to spend the night. He barely
got his cock tip into the first woman before he came. He lasted a
minute in the others. He seemed to care for nothing but his own
pleasure, and he fucked his way straight to spasms of release. The
women were still delighted. The possibility of his imminent death led
the second woman to try to spread the wealth. She held her pussy lips
tight around the man's shaft as he withdrew, then hurried with her
precious vaginal cargo to another hut, where she dipped her finger
inside before plunging it into the vagina of another woman. On hearing
of this, the women decided among themselves that it wasn't fair for any
other to take his gift directly unless she was willing to share later.
She would plunge a magically coated finger into four vaginas that they
hoped were fertile.
Some thought they ought to warn him of what
had befallen his predecessors. With six fingers and pantomimed corpses,
they got across the danger he was in. The man was alarmed until he
determined that his predecessors had not been killed but had just died.
Then he just shrugged, apparently thinking this was some superstition
of a backwards people. He chose a sex partner for his sixth evening and
in under a minute delivered his precious fluid just where it was wanted.
A
couple women wanted to watch over him that sixth night as he slept, but
he wanted to share neither his mat nor his hut. Several women did stand
vigil outside all night. At first light of dawn, the one who first
couldn't stand the suspense any longer went in to investigate.
A
few came back with gold. Most came back with none, and a few others
never came back at all. But whatever the odds, the dream of riches is
always enough to attract a few enterprising young men.
Miguel and Juan were exploring from their base camp.
"Hey, look here!" said Miguel. "You have to see this!"
Juan quickly joined his friend.
"See through there? Through those bushes? It looks like there's a big valley of some kind."
Juan said, "That is strange. I wonder what --"
As
he came up beside his friend, the ground gave way beneath them both.
They struggled to find their footing, but the slope was steep and
getting steeper, they were tumbling, then there was a sheer drop.
Juan groaned, checking for damage. Nothing serious.
"Miguel, are you OK?"
"I think I hurt my hand."
"Looks like it. Well, we wanted to see what was down here, and now it looks like we'll get our chance. Wait, who's that?"
"Heck, they don't look like any of the other people around here. They could be from Norway or something."
Three women hurried up the path. They babbled something, but it certainly wasn't Spanish.
Juan replied in Spanish. The women babbled more. Spanish and babbling, but no communication. Gestures would have to do.
They
led the two young men down the trail. It got much less steep. Lush
plants appeared all around. They saw what looked like bananas. They
came to a settlement, with primitive huts here and there, people
hanging around, children playing. People stopped what they were doing
and looked.
The women led them to two neighboring huts and indicated one was for each of them, and they took a brief look inside.
Miguel
said, "Look at this -- these people have nothing. Are these thatched
roofs? Fabric walls? No furniture, just a pallet on the ground to sleep
on."
"Right, pretty primitive."
One of the young women rubbed her stomach, mimed eating, and raised her hands palms up to indicate a question.
"What about you, Miguel. I'm not hungry myself."
"No, me neither." They shook their heads.
One of the women left, and one of the others sidled up to Miguel, the other to Juan.
"Say, are these girls just being friendly?" said Juan.
They were smiling warmly, taking their arms, ushering each into his hut.
"Um, no, I think it's more than that," said Miguel, just as he disappeared behind the drapes that served as doors.
Inside,
the girl with Juan turned to face him as he stood, standing quite
close. She had light blond hair and blue eyes, quite attractive in her
way. Actually, just plain quite attractive.
Encouraged by her
smile, he tentatively moved closer for a kiss. She smiled but shied
back from the offered kiss. Instead she ran her hand up and down the
front of his shirt, then placed one of his hands on her breast.
Juan
caressed it eagerly. His cock grew hard in his pants. The girl noticed
and began caressing the bulge. Juan's past girlfriends had all insisted
on taking things slow, but he was delighted to follow this girl's lead
on a faster timetable. He moved his right hand down to the inside of
her right thigh and slid up and down but favored the "up" direction. Up
under her simple dress it made contact with the soft, hairy warmth of
her female place. She closed her eyes and smiled as he made a few
caresses of the kind he had learned girls like.
But within
seconds she was lifting the dress over her head, then playing with the
buttons on his shirt. Juan quickly took his own clothes off, his
erection springing free.
The girl led him to the pallet and lay
back, spreading her legs. Things happened fast. He was aware of the
blond hair lying every which way around her head, the blue eyes and
welcoming expression, curves of breasts and hips, delicate arms and
hands caressing him, and down below silky-skinned thighs spread wide
apart. Between them, where they joined, was a mound, a small patch of
hair, and at the center of everything -- a welcoming female slit.
Delicate fingers held the lips apart as he lowered his cock into
position. He didn't have any rubbers, but if she wasn't going to raise
the issue he certainly wasn't. He had never seen such a pure and
unmistakable desire to get fucked. When he placed his tip in the moist
entryway the girl gave a little moan of delight and desire. His first
push left his cock tip surrounded with alluring hot wetness. Little in
and out strokes made it feel even nicer, and on each instroke he shoved
his cock in a little farther. Soon he was in all the way. He could see
the outside of the sexy, eager girl, but it was even nicer that he
could feel the inside, hot and wet and tight. It felt fantastic. He
debated holding back, but this girl had wanted everything quick so far
and gave no indication of a different attitude now. In under a minute
his pleasure got more intense, more focused and then burst in waves of
fulfillment, while his cock pumped gobs of sperm into the deep end of
her pussy. He hadn't done anything to see to her pleasure, but through
the haze of his ecstasy he was aware of a satisfied smile. It seemed
she'd gotten what she wanted.
He pulled out and sat back,
smiling at the girl. She sat up, gave him a somber expression as she
stroked his cheek, then she was up, getting dressed, and then she was
gone.
He became aware of grunting from the other hut, followed
shortly by Miguel's moan of satisfaction. Clothed again, Juan left his
hut and stood looking around in the village. One woman walked by,
carrying a small baby on her hip. She gave him one furtive glance but
didn't stop. Shortly Miguel's girl emerged from his hut and left, then
Miguel appeared.
"That was the best pussy I've ever had," Juan said.
"Yeah, for me too. It may be poor and backward here, but the people sure are friendly."
Two women appeared bearing some sort of flat bread, fruit, and gourds of liquid.
"Now I'm hungry," said Miguel.
Juan
was too. They sat on a log bench and the women knelt before them,
holding the meal so the next bite or swallow was readily at hand.
"What service!" said Miguel.
"Delicious," said Juan.
"Mmmm," said Miguel as he chewed.
As they ate a half dozen young women appeared and stood watching.
"Do you get the feeling they're waiting to get fucked too?" Juan asked.
As
soon as they had made it clear they were done eating and the women had
withdrawn with the remaining food, one of the half dozen stepped
forward, pointed to Miguel's crotch and then her own crotch. She then
thrust one finger into the curled fingers of her other hand, then
spread her hand to indicate all six of the waiting girls. Then she put
her hands on her belly and moved them outward to indicate an
enlargement.
"Holy shit," murmured Miguel. "They all want to get pregnant and we get to choose."
One of the girls pointed at the bulge growing in Juan's pants and laughed softly.
"OK, I'll take her," he said.
Miguel chose one of the others and they led their girls to their respective huts.
Juan's
girl was a little chunkier than his first one. She avoided eye contact,
but seemed just as eager and made herself available for the fucking
just as quickly. He had trouble penetrating her, though, and when his
cock tip did force its way in she winced once. So she was a virgin? A
virgin who wanted to get pregnant! Juan was eager to do his part. He
fucked away, feeling that all was right with the world. He lasted a lot
longer because he'd just come an hour earlier. Maybe he shouldn't think
of it as "lasting", given what these girls seemed to want. That thought
made him attend to a little urgent itch in his loins, to feed it and
indulge it, delicious pleasure growing towards a resolution -- and then
his cock spasmed as he delivered his load, his brain fogged out with
pleasure, spiced up a bit with the knowledge he had just deflowered an
eager virgin and was hopefully impregnating her.
After a brief rest he went went outside his hut and found Miguel lounging around. The four other girls waited.
"Look at that," said Juan.
"Yeah, you up for another one? I'm a bit tuckered out myself."
"Yeah, me too."
"We should be getting back out of here, anyway."
They got across to the attending women that they wanted to go back up out of the valley, but they shook their heads.
It
was quickly apparent they couldn't climb up out of the valley the way
they had come in, so they hiked downstream. Cliffs rose steeply on both
sides. The four women followed at a respectful distance.
The two
men decided to find out more about the place they had literally fallen
into. Juan tried engaging a couple men who ambled by slowly, but they
just smiled and made no attempt communicate. They observed other men
sitting in groups off the main path. The women stepped forward to tell
them about the men. He and Miguel got the astonishing answer that none
of them could get erections or had the slightest interest in the women
sexually.
After they had been walking for some time, Juan pantomimed leaving again, pointing in various directions.
Their
spokesperson looked somber as she conveyed her message. She indicated
they could not leave. Then she pantomimed sleep -- fucking -- the sun
moving across the sky -- the number six -- fucking -- and then leaving.
Leaving consisted of following a winding trail she sketched in the air.
Juan confirmed the message with hand signs.
Miguel said, "If we stay six days and do our best to make them all pregnant, then they'll show us the way out."
Juan said, "Six days -- we'll be way behind schedule."
"Yeah,
and I hope our stuff is still where we left it. On the other hand, we
weren't likely to find anything. I'd say we've found our own kind of
gold here."
"I guess." Juan asked if they could leave in three
days. The woman shook her head. He got across the idea that they might
just leave whether they were invited to or not. She shrugged, then
indicated that the path out was very hard to find.
After more
exploring and resting and sign language inquiries, they were offered an
evening meal, just as satisfying and delicious as the other.
Juan caught sight of a girl walking by who grabbed his interest. She was beautiful. Her path took her quickly out of sight.
As evening was coming on, Juan figured he was up for another impregnation.
"I wonder which one of us is going to do the short one," Miguel said.
Juan
laughed. He'd been wondering the same thing. The girl was small on top,
big on the bottom, and had a kind of creepy expression.
"Well, a girl wants to get pregnant, I'm inclined to do my bit. I've got an idea."
He
led her into the hut as dusk was falling. When she was naked he put her
in doggy position. She readily complied, and he fucked her the
old-fashioned mammalian way. There's the butt, there's the cunt, fuck
it in. She was as hot and wet inside as any other girl. Fuck her hard,
fuck her fast, and when the ducts and glands inside start twitching,
fuck her very deep, deliver the load, and make her pregnant. As soon as
the delivery is complete, slide out. He would never have to look at her
again. Easy as pie.
The next day the two unfucked girls from the day before were joined by four more.
Later,
when Juan had fucked a girl and given her what she wanted, he noticed
she went into another hut. As the seconds went by, he found himself
getting more and more curious, so he went in to see what was up. To his
surprise, he saw four unfamiliar girls on their backs on a couple mats,
legs apart, pussies exposed. The girl he had just inseminated was
squatting beside the first, who was holding her pussy lips open. His
recent mate reached up inside her own pussy and put the finger into the
new girl. It sort of made sense. He and Miguel could only get it up and
produce sperm a few times a day, and they were going to leave after six
days.
Then one of the girls saw him. Amid the general
consternation there were a few giggles. Two of the girls spread their
legs for him and gave him an alluring smile as they took the offered
finger up the vagina. A third stayed huddled with hands around her
knees, looked at him and started crying. The other girls made
sympathetic noises, and one motioned for Juan to leave.
The two
men strolled, feeling incredibly manly and powerful. Miguel said, "Why
do we have to just fuck the ones who offer. Why not the others too?"
Juan described the scene in the other hut.
Miguel said, "Well, that's what they want, but it's our choice, right?"
"True.
And besides -- if they want to finger the stuff out and put it in
someone else, they can do that no matter where we spurt it!"
This
possibility was pantomimed, and the women made the reasonable point
that sperm delivered that way was much less likely to do its job.
They
reached a compromise... They could pick the girls they liked if they
promised not to come inside them and instead save their sperm for one
of the hopeful mothers-to-be. And they each did that once. Each took
two girls into his hut and had them lie naked on the mat side by side.
The cute one got fucked hard with enthusiasm, while the plain fertile
one got to be a cum dump at the last minute.
Then Juan spied the
gorgeous girl -- the one who had haunted him. He caught up with her and
indicated his desire. She smiled, but shook her head -- apologetically,
it seemed. She had the right to say no, of course... But no other girl
had refused his attentions, and there were no other men around who
could get it up or cared to give her any sexual attention at all. When
he didn't leave, the girl hurried off, motioning him to follow. She
found another girl to talk with in their strange tongue, then they
found an older woman who came up to Juan to deliver the message. It was
quite simple. The girl was having her period.
Juan didn't care.
He wanted her anyway. After some more back and forth, the girl sighed
and indicated her agreement. By this time a half dozen other girls had
gathered who seemed to be teasing her somehow. But the bleeding beauty
led Juan downstream, and the others didn't follow. At some distance she
stopped at a spot beside the stream and lay back with legs spread to
offer herself. Juan didn't immediately take the offer. He caressed her,
kissed her, and studied the hauntingly beautiful face. She wouldn't
hold his gaze for long. After fifteen minutes of this delicious play,
Juan felt it was time for consummation. He saw the blood on her nether
lips as he mounted her, and as he plunged in, a surge of blood oozed
out. His shaft when he withdrew partway was covered in the brownish-red
stuff. Period sex wasn't something he actively desired, but he didn't
mind. He stopped looking at that part and instead studied the upper
part of the girl laid out on the leaves underneath him. The beauty...
astonishing. The bleeding pussy hugged him just as tight and hot as any
other pussy. After a good long while of delicious build-up, he finally
let loose and creamed the insides of his goddess.
After he
withdrew he lay beside her and caressed her. She soon got up, waded
into the stream, and rinsed off her thighs and pussy. Juan thought that
wasn't a bad idea and waded in himself to cleanse his own bloody
genitals.
They returned upstream to the main settlement.
Some
women, including some with gray hair and wrinkles, wanted to come to
admire his organ. He didn't mind letting them look and stroke and
caress. It usually got stiff. In a community of several hundred people,
it was one of only two that got hard. Hard penises are a vital part of
the human life cycle, so it made sense that when they were in short
supply they would be worshiped. One woman indicated she'd like to lick
it, and he didn't object.
Miguel and Juan talked about it and
decided they'd like to stay more than six days. Maybe 30 or 60, giving
them time to try to impregnate all the women who wanted babies. Maybe
stay indefinitely.
When they conveyed this to the young women
they were with, the women looked startled, ran off and came back with
the first two they had seen. After an intense conversation in their
strange language, one indicated that yes, they were welcome to stay
more than 6 days. They could stay as long as they liked. Juan couldn't
figure out why they seemed so conflicted about it. He thought they'd be
happy -- having an unlimited supply of sperm to make new babies.
On
the fourth day, Juan noticed a change in the women, and it became more
pronounced on the fifth. The women who wanted sex smiled less and
rarely looked at their faces. Most wanted it from the rear. But a few
women, including the original two, spent even more time with them. The
taller one gave him back rubs, slid the tastiest morsels of fruit
directly into his mouth, and passionately returned his kisses. She
looked at Juan lovingly as she caressed him, and just as lovingly when
he caressed her. She offered to sleep the night with him, but he didn't
like that idea.
The sixth day was much the same. The ones who
wanted babies presented their rear ends, and as soon as the delivery
was made, they left with at most a furtive smile. The few women who
spent time with him and Miguel were loving and attentive -- it was a
man's dream. But there was a certain seriousness to it. Juan had liked
it better before when life was a stream of smiling girls who kept
smiling as they got fucked face to face.
He sought out the
goddess again -- to just look at and caress. She smiled a few times but
he could tell it was forced. Thinking ahead, he hoped she'd be
enthusiastic for sex once her period was over. If there was one girl he
might like to sleep beside at night, it might be her...
As he
was getting ready to sleep on the sixth day, the tall one started to
seduce him. He'd come just a couple hours before, and would have been
happy to wait until morning, but she seemed to really want it, and he
didn't mind. He screwed her with enthusiasm, she left with a kiss, and
he turned over to sleep with a smile on his face.
As he drifted off he thought dreamily of the choice of pussies he could invade the next day. This was the life!
Months turned to years. But Miguel and Juan were the last men to fall into the valley of the Smiths.
The last of the old crop of boys grew to men. None could get erections, and none had any interest in the girls.
But
there was the 6-year gap, the years with no babies at all. Then there
were 45 younger children, all born within a year of each other. Most
had brown eyes. Twenty-four of them were boys. Joy had spread through
the valley when a mother reported an erection in her small infant's
little organ. And then they waited. All 24 boys kept getting erections,
as best they could tell.
Children learn about their future life
by observing the adults around them. Boys learn what they will become
by watching men. These boys observed the big boys getting mellow and
relaxed. They saw girls flirting with them, saw the big boys ignoring
it, and assumed they would do the same as they got older. Like kids
everywhere, they all learned sooner or later how babies are made and
they judged it was either gross or else just boring. In their case they
heard the additional tidbit that babies didn't get made any more. Their
fathers were these few mysterious men who had fallen in from above, and
then all died after six days. The boys' penises got stiff now and then,
and for some reason the women all thought this was amazing.
When
the oldest ones neared puberty, all the valley women were waiting. The
boys did start looking at the girls differently. When an intrepid
11-year-old got down on the ground to look up under a girl's dress, the
older women could barely contain their excitement. When the boys
started teasing their girl peers about their growing boobs, the women
felt warmth inside. Some of the girls were confused by this behavior,
because they'd seen nothing like it among adults or older kids. But the
women assured them with beaming smiles that all was well.
When
12-year-old John was caught rubbing his stiff penis while spying on
12-year-old Anne as she bathed, he was given perhaps the most gentle,
pro forma chiding in history. He was told that he could spy on any of
the hundreds of young women of age 19 and older. He could spy on them
naked if he really wanted, but they would be delighted to get naked
right in front of him, and delighted if he would rub his penis while
they watched. But mutual touching was also suggested, and he was soon
encouraged to plunge that penis up between their legs, into their
bodies. He agreed this was really what he wanted to do more than
anything. He could thrust it up there over and over until he got a good
feeling. The women all thought that was fantastic. He became aware of a
little fluid oozing out during that good feeling, and then more of it.
Women were for some reason eager to watch him masturbate too. They
gasped with delight when they saw milky blobs shoot out the end of his
prick.
The other boys developed the same urges. Knowing what
John had started doing, they didn't need to spy on their classmates
bathing. As soon as they formulated the fantasy or desire to see a girl
naked, to kiss her, to explore her body, they found hundreds of young
women eager for that kind of attention and more. More than anything,
they wanted a boy to lie on them, stick his penis between their legs
and up into their bodies, and thrust in and out until he felt
satisfied. And the boys readily decided that was their favorite sexy
thing thing too. And shortly after the stuff John spurted turned creamy
instead of clear, young women started missing periods They were
delighted to feel sick to their stomachs -- they were delighted all
around. A trickle of babies rapidly grew to a flood within a couple
years. The Smiths would go on living in their valley indefinitely.
Along
with the creation story of how Patience and Elijah fell into the valley
from above, there was now the story of the baby gap. It was the story
of a plague that eliminated from all the men both the interest and
ability to do anything sexual with women. It was the story of 17 men
who had fallen from above, each to live through exactly five nights.
And it was the story of their miraculous 24 sons who had eventually
restored the equilibrium.
The moral was that the desire of men
to penetrate and ejaculate inside women was never to be taken for
granted. If a man wanted to screw a girl, her training was that she'd
better say yes unless she had a very good reason. It didn't matter if
he insulted her and phrased it as a desire to make her a cum dump.
Women were cum dumps, among other things, and no one should forget the
miracle that regularly gave men stiff penises that could puncture
women's bodies, along with the willingness to make that puncture and to
dump their cum where it would start babies.