(This was originally posted in
two parts, "Eve's Daughters" and "Eden
In Harmony". They are combined here under the title "Eve's Daughters).
Part 1 of 3
I
woke from a sound sleep to a hand lightly caressing my cock, and a
voice whispering in my ear. "Nate ... Nate." That was my wife Sue. "Oh,
Nate, you hot sexy guy. There's a cunt that needs your attention, a
lovely smooth cunt, can't you feel it as you slide in?" She paused.
"It's a HOT one, too."
"Laura?" I asked.
"Yes," said Sue. Laura had been sick, and she still had a fever.
My
cock rose rapidly, though the rest of me was still climbing out of a
deep sleep. I sighed. I never turned down a girl who needed me, but it
was rare I needed to get up in the night.
"OK," I said, tensing my muscles to sit up.
Sue gently pushed me back down. "No, no, you stay here. You need your
rest. She'll come to you."
I didn't argue.
"You
can relax -- everything but your dick." As usual, I had been sleeping
naked, and now I lounged on my back, idly stroking my hard cock. I
started drifting back into my dream -- the recurring dream of trying to
drag myself out of a deep sleep.
I woke from my doze as two people entering the room. Sue steadied Laura
as she knelt on the bed above me.
"Hi, dad," she said. "Sorry to wake you up."
"It's nothing, sweetie," I said.
She
pointed my cock where she wanted it, then slid down, engulfing it in
her pussy as she went. She was deliciously warm inside, warmer than the
usual pussy, but not burning with fever. Fucking a girl with a high
fever was a pleasure all its own. It wasn't very sensitive to the sick,
miserable girl to give full voice to my special ecstasy, but it was a
magnificent feeling.
When Laura had engulfed me to the hilt, I could feel her relax.
"Oh, daddy, oh daddy, oh daddy!" she moaned, as the tension on her face
gave way to a blissful smile.
She lifted herself up and down a couple times, half-heartedly, but then
slumped forward onto me, falling asleep.
Her
pussy was still around my cock, and I pressed gently in and out a
little, hoping to give her sweet dreams. There was part of me that
wanted to flip her over and fuck her hard and fast and come in her, but
that would never do.
"OK," whispered Sue. "You're a good
daddy..." And as she put her arms down on the bed beside me, in the
basic configuration of a forklift, I gently rolled my convalescing
daughter off right into Sue's arms, my cock springing loose. Sue
reached over to share a brief kiss with me, then rose with Laura in her
arms to carry her back to bed.
"She's not quite so warm," I
whispered as she left. My cock was a surprisingly sensitive
thermometer, in a world with none of the standard varieties.
I fell asleep almost at once, dimly aware that my cock was rapidly
deflating.
The earth was dying. The climate change that had started in the late
20th century had grown out of control.
More
and more areas were becoming scorched deserts or Arctic wastelands.
More species were declining or going extinct, including an alarming
number of food crops, as complex ecologies turned out to be
considerably more complex than the biologists had imagined.
In
the previous five years the truly astonishing had happened. Rainfall
had virtually ceased across large areas of the planet, and every
indication was that soon rain would only fall over the oceans, never on
the land where it was needed to support crops. Scientists said the
problem should start reversing itself within five thousand years, but
that was little comfort to anyone.
At the same time, the sun had
become restless. The scientists didn't claim to know just when it would
flare up and scorch the earth permanently. Somewhere within the next
thousand years, they estimated.
If humans were to survive, they would have to survive somewhere else.
Over
the previous few decades, there had been adequate funding for the basic
research on the Exodus. With the cessation of rainfall and the
restlessness of the sun, the gravity of the situation sank in, and
massive resources were devoted to the task. It was one way to give a
bit of hope to billions of people as they died from starvation or
thirst.
The concept was clear enough. Humans would travel out
into space, setting up colonies on other worlds and keeping the species
and its culture alive. The idea had been a staple of science fiction
since its inception. Now, as the earth had died, humans perishing in
agony contemplated it as a reality. They had suffered a bit less
considering the hope that human civilization would be reestablished in
distant star systems.
The obstacles in the way of this travel to the stars were immense.
Warp
drive does not exist. Wormholes and singularities in the fabric of
space and time exist, but not ones that human bodies can move through
and remain intact.
No, humans would have to move between stars
by proven methods: rocket ship, and ion thrusters. It was not that hard
to find a way to accelerate a ship to travel at 1/200 of the speed of
light. The problem was how to slow it down at the other end of the
journey. One key idea was running the well known "gravity slingshot" in
reverse, using gravitational fields of stars to slow the ships down.
But with all that, it would take thousands or more typically millions
of years to reach nearby candidate stars.
The
idea that a ship of living, breathing people would while away the
years, one generation succeeding another, was laughable. Whoever was
sent would have to be frozen in suspended animation.
A key
assumption was that the "payload" should be very light. Hundreds or
even dozens of frozen people were out of the question. The solution was
to send a single frozen boy and frozen girl. They would need nothing on
the journey -- space would do a fine job of keeping them frozen without
active refrigeration.
The precious pounds beyond the bodies of
the boy and girl themselves were allocated to what might help them to
survive and expand on a new world.
One of the easiest things to
include was a massive compilation of human knowledge, including
instructions for a variety of paths to re-establishing civilization.
Just how do you go from a series of metal ores to a digital computer?
The steps along the way would be far more direct than what humans had
taken to get there, but they were still very complicated.
Similarly,
the computers running the artificial intelligence to make all decisions
were light enough. A tiny computer would blip to life every thousand
years for a few seconds to monitor progress, and could stay active for
a little longer if any course corrections were required.
Intensive
research was performed on what age of children to send. Smaller ones
were lighter, of course. But this intrepid boy and girl might have to
do a lot of creative thinking. It turned out that puberty was the right
age. Abstract thinking was well established, and the sex hormones
engendered a will to live that younger children just didn't possess.
The boys and girls were carefully screened to be the healthiest,
smartest, and most creative young people on the planet -- and to have a
fierce determination to live.
A very challenging problem was how to put a person in suspended
animation for a million years.
The
most promising approaches involved reducing the fluid in the body
substantially and augmenting it with chemicals that minimized damage
from the expansion of water as it freezes.
Countless studies had
been performed with tissues and animals. Science had reached the point
where you could freeze a rat and when you thawed it, it still looked
and acted like a rat. Once certain doom from the absence of rainfall
was established, studies began with humans. They started with the
terminally ill, but ended with thousands of child "volunteers". The
challenge was to not just thaw a frozen body to produce something that
looked and acted like a person, it was to preserve a brain that could
function at peak capacity in every respect, to support human ingenuity
to overcome unknown challenges. In the experiments, most of the child
subjects ended up with different varieties and degrees of brain damage,
but it couldn't be helped. The scientists eventually found what they
thought was a pretty good protocol. Of course no one had been able to
test it for even ten years, let alone a million.
Huge space
stations had been constructed. Untold tons of metal, plastic and fuel
had been lifted into orbit and assembled into ships. The hundreds of
ships had been loaded with their pairs of frozen thirteen-year-olds and
hurled into space.
With all that, most thoughtful scientists
believed that the chances of success were effectively zero. The
colonists would need to find not just a planet suitable for life, but
one suitable for human life, with breathable air, livable temperatures,
and soil that could support plants that humans could eat. Predators and
parasites would have to be manageable. "Predators" might well include
other intelligent species.
The best chance of survival was that
a ship would encounter an existing advanced civilization. They might
intercept the little spaceship and decide to thaw the humans and see
what they had found. They might decide to let them reproduce and build
up a population. These humans might end up as experimental subjects or
slaves. The status of 'exotic pet 'was thought to be a fairly
optimistic outcome. The chances of humans being allowed to develop an
autonomous civilization and control their own destiny seemed very
remote.
If the ship's computer determined that a planet was not
suitable for human habitation, it would be programmed to park in orbit
and wait. As millions of years passed, there was a chance that some
civilization would rise, or some other starfaring species would visit.
Hard-headed scientists agreed that this was the best hope of human
survival -- though the chances still seemed very slim.
Sixteen-year-old
Donna seemed to burst around the corner of the porch where I was
resting intertwined with Sophie, age nineteen, having just given her a
fine orgasm while gracing her innards with my cum.
Donna was flushed from exertion, her chest heaving as she gasped for
breath.
"It's Gina! ... Broke her leg! ... Acts real sick! ... Needs you! ...
Real sick!"
Gina and Donna were two women of five who had set out on an exploration
foray far from our little settlement.
Gina
had developed the habit of not seeking my attentions for three days at
a time. After three days, she felt like she had a bad flu. She reported
that the sight of my cock approaching her, and the sensation of seeing
it start to glide in made for delicious anticipation. Then when it
finally filled her completely, the waves of relief and warmth that
coursed through her body were so exquisite as to make the suffering
worth it. On her recommendation a couple other girls had tried it --
but they found once to be quite enough.
"Kate says you should ... run to meet them ... says her color is very
bad."
This
was alarming. Her condition should not be life-threatening after three
or even four days, but perhaps the broken leg changed the picture. But
one thing was for sure. Kate was a very sensible young woman, and if
she said I needed to run to them, I needed to run.
I took a
large swig of water. Sophie volunteered to come along, but I chose
Molly -- my second oldest daughter and a woman I knew I could count on.
Donna gave us directions, but then collapsed with water and fruit to
recuperate.
Within two minutes of Donna's arrival I was jogging
behind Molly up the path. Within a couple minutes I had to beg Molly to
slow down. I wasn't in terrible shape, but I couldn't jog for long
stretches, especially uphill.
Molly hollered from time to time,
then stopped to listen. An hour after starting out, she heard a faint
answering yell. Soon after she slowed our pace to a slow walk.
She
paused to whisper in my ear, "You wonderful daddy, you can fuck my
pussy any time you want, it's hot and wet and waiting for you." She
licked my ear and giggled. My manhood started stirring. She raced ahead
a hundred feet, then stood on one foot while putting the other up
against a tree. Her outer pussy lips opened a little in that position,
and she used her fingers to open them the rest of the way, exposing her
entire glorious female sexual apparatus. She looked at me with a smoky
expression. As I got near she ran ahead a hundred yards, then bent over
with her butt facing me, wiggled it back and forth, and drove a finger
in and out of her pussy.
My cock was rising, and now I held it
in my hand as I walked to keep it from slapping back and forth
uncomfortably. We could hear the voices of the other party approaching.
Molly knelt on the path with her legs spread, and after massaging her
pussy with one hand and a breast with the other, motioned me forward
with a smile. As I approached my cock was right at the height of her
mouth. She didn't engulf it with her mouth; instead she gave a few
artful and teasing licks on the shaft, then on the tip. I was hard by
then, and my gut inclination was to shove her against a tree and fuck
her standing up. But Molly was engaging in a bait-and-switch operation,
hopefully one that would save Gina's life.
Just then the other
party appeared around the corner. There were four of them. Gina was
currently draped over Maisie's shoulder, the latter girl panting with
exertion. Perhaps they had been switching off, for Wendy and Kate also
looked plenty tired as well.
They laid the unconscious Gina on
the path, unfolding her into a receptive missionary position. Gina's
skin was ashen, and I could now see why Kate had had me run to meet
her. Kate now slobbered some oil all around Gina's ashen pussy. She
wasn't the most appealing sexual partner, but Molly's teasing had had
its effect. I lowered myself while the other girls all whispered, "Fuck
her, go for it! Do her!" My tip kissed Gina's opening, and then it did
what cocks mostly do: It went in. Penetrated. Parted her tissues,
intruded, invaded. Farther and farther, until our pubic bones hit and
no further inward movement was possible.
Gina twitched. I moved
my cock back just the slightest bit before pressing it in hard again
and again. Within a minute, Gina progressed from ashen to merely pale,
and within another she looked merely very sick. She was out of danger.
Meanwhile, Wendy was caressing my balls, and Kate whispered to Molly,
"Isn't he magnificent?"
Gina regained consciousness and winced, "My leg!"
The
exact configuration of her broken leg had not been of much concern to
anyone during the life-saving maneuver. I pulled out and left the
others to tend to her.
But I was going to have my original bait.
I grabbed Molly, my wily and frisky girl, bent her over, and ignoring
her half-hearted protests I bored into her from the rear. I managed a
guttural "Unnnnhhhh!" while I erupted within, pulsing whitish goo up
inside her teasing cunt.
Back at our settlement, the computer
gave us detailed instructions for how to set a broken leg. Even so,
Gina's healed slowly. We found a way that I could intrude into her
gently every morning and evening to give her what she needed but
without bothering her leg too much.
Gina never again went more than a day without my cock if she could help
it.
Waking
up was horrible. Nightmares lurked in fitful sleep. Struggling to half
wakefulness was often rewarded with a wall of pain, and other times
something more complex. One tentative foray into consciousness might be
met with numbness below the waist, pain in the midsection, ecstasy from
somewhere -- left thumb? The next time my right half would be freezing,
the left half itching. Then a neutral, tolerable state for several
seconds got me to relax a little, but it was immediately squashed with
a screaming surge of pain.
Finally I was awake, the pain
bearable and consistent. I tried wiggling fingers and flexing toes. It
hurt, but not too badly. I tried lifting my head but was rewarded with
dizziness and nausea.
Soon I heard a soft computerized voice, "If you can hear me, Nate,
wiggle your left fingers."
I wiggled my left fingers.
"Good morning, Nate."
I was disoriented, to say the least.
After several false starts at starting up my speech apparatus I managed
to croak, "What the fuck is going on?"
The
computer then explained the situation, and as it talked, my memories
came back. My last memory was feeling cold and pain creeping through me
but being unable to move at all.
The computer noted that lying
to my left and nearly touching me was a girl named Sue. When I turned
slightly, I found that she was dressed in the same nondescript gray
body suit that I was. The parts of Sue I could see were not
encouraging; she looked like a moldy corpse. I decided to worry about
Sue later.
"Where are we?"
"The landing vehicle rests on a beach on a new world. It appears to be
suitable for human habitation."
"How long have we been traveling?"
"About three million, four hundred thousand years."
Whoa! That made my dizzy for a moment. No wonder it had been hard to
wake up. It had been quite a long nap.
Sue and I shared a space just high enough for me to turn onto my side.
"Computer, I'd really like to get out of here. Can I go outside?"
"Yes,
you may, at any time. It is unfortunate that your first experience of
this new world will be while you are also reclaiming use of your body.
You will see an earpiece to your left, and if you wear it we will be
able to continue our conversation as you explore. Be sure to remove the
intravenous tubes first."
The computer opened a door at my feet,
and fresh, strange air wafted in. After I wriggled free of the ship, I
spent some time stretching and catching my breath. The air smelled
funny, and the sun was a bit larger than the earth's and reddish. There
was noticeably less gravity, a blessing as I slowly regained my
strength. The ocean looked just like the ones on earth.
Through
my pain and grogginess, I realized that it was a very pleasant place.
The temperature was about 75. Strange-looking but majestic trees were
visible, a few of the groves reaching down to the edge of the beach.
There were a wide variety of waist-high plants in other places, and in
some areas there were wide expanses of grass.
Following the
computer's instructions, I removed a section of the outer hull to
reveal a wall with many useful things, including a keyboard and
computer display, and a chemical analyzer with several openings. Before
long, the computer had me collecting samples of ocean water, sand,
soil, and leaves, putting them, one by one, into the slots for
analysis. Then it directed me to a small stream a hundred yards away,
explaining that this landing site had been chosen with that in mind.
Once the computer analyzed a cupful of water from the stream, it
suggested I drink.
Once I started drinking, I realized how very
thirsty I was. I filled the cup and drained it over and over. I then
started urinating, then drank more and urinated more, over and over. My
body was flushing out the chemicals that had allowed it to remain
undamaged while frozen.
I discarded my gray body suit and bathed
in the sea, noting first that my skin looked better than Sue's, but
still pretty sickly.
The computer noted that there was no significant ultraviolet radiation
penetrating the atmosphere, so sunburn was not a problem.
I
then brought the computer a seemingly endless set of samples to
analyze, including root, stem, and leaf of the great variety of plants.
Many of them had fruit, and the computer reported that they should all
be edible. I sampled them and found that some were delicious.
Dotted
across the grassy expanses were cute little furry animals the size of
rabbits, but they moved slowly and showed no sign of fear. I simply
picked one up. After dispatching it with a knife, I dissected it and
fed the parts to the computer. The meat was edible raw, and quite
tasty. They turned out to be the only critters in our part of the
planet bigger than bugs. They would naturally become known as bunnies.
The
overall verdict was that this planet was a benign place. At the
microscopic level, evolution was much less advanced than on earth,
meaning there were no bacteria, fungi, viruses, or parasites that would
be troublesome to human systems. Bugs and plants were no more
troublesome, nor were the bunnies.
I explored all day. After
experiencing the paradise outside, the inside of the ship was
claustrophobic and depressing. At the computer's suggestion I unfolded
a rectangle the size of a pack of playing cards into a tent with a fine
mesh that let the breezes through, and I slept there on an air mattress
that expanded from a pack the size of a memory stick.
I occasionally wriggled back into the compartment I had emerged from to
check on Sue. She always looked the same.
"Is she going to wake up?" I asked the computer.
"She started thawing when you did, but she is not waking up as easily,
as you can see."
"Yeah, I can see."
After
my second day of exploring, I considered what life would be like if Sue
didn't wake up. I could gallivant about for my allotted years. I would
be lonely, but more to the point, the human race on this planet would
die when I did.
The computer projected for me some pictures and
movies of Sue, and something stirred in me. She had been a pretty girl
with a quick smile, smart and accomplished. She had potential, but for
the moment she looked like a corpse and smelled little better.
"What's wrong with her, computer?"
"Physically she seems fine, and her brain waves are normal, but she is
not waking up."
"I don't blame her. It was awful."
"Could you say more?"
"Every time I started to become conscious, it hurt, and going back to
sleep made the pain go away."
"Perhaps you could convince her to wake up?"
That was a strange thought. "You think she can hear me?"
"It seems possible, though I am uncertain."
It was worth a try.
I wriggled in beside her. "Hey Sue, wake up! It's cool here!"
No response.
"Sue, it's going to be pretty lonely here without you, so you ought to
wake up!"
No response.
This might take some time, but I had plenty of time.
"Hi,
Sue. My name is Nate, and I'm thirteen years old, just like you. I can
see you're beautiful." I was remembering the movie when I said that,
not the Sue in front of me.
"We're here all alone, just the two
of us, in a new place. It's like a spring day outside, with sunshine
and a gentle breeze. We're washed up on a beautiful white beach. There
are trees with delicious fruit -- all we need to do is pick it and eat
it. There is a rolling meadow, and these really cute little bunnies
that munch on the grass."
I thought maybe Sue was a vegetarian, like lots of 13-year-old girls,
so I omitted for the moment how good they tasted.
"The whole place is for us, just you and me."
Sue
seemed to stir a little. I thought I saw her left eye open to a slit,
momentarily, but her face grimaced with pain and she lapsed back into
unconsciousness. I made a note to spruce up my appearance. It would be
no good for the dear girl to awaken momentarily, behold an ugly tramp
and decide to keep sleeping forever.
"I know it hurts, Sue. It hurt me too when I was waking up. But every
time it hurts a little less."
The day passed and she slept on. I got increasingly anxious.
I
couldn't say I was actually in love with Sue, but I was in love with
the idea of a companion, and distraught at the thought of losing her.
The language of love came to me. My friends would have snickered, but
they were long dead. Very long dead.
"I
want to hear your voice, Sue. I want to hear everything you have to
say. I want to learn all about you, every silly little memory you have.
"Did you have any pets?
"You know," I said, sounding suitably humble, "I'm a pretty cool guy
myself once you get to know me."
Sue twitched a bit.
"I'm
a boy, and you're a girl, and maybe after a while we could, um..." I
remembered that girls liked to be slower and more indirect about these
things, so I abandoned that line of conversation -- make that monologue.
"I
could be your boyfriend, and I swear I would never dump you for another
girl." I didn't know if she could get humor in her sleep, but if
nothing else I needed to keep a light tone for myself.
"I want
to hold your hand and walk on the beach. It's a beautiful beach. The
little purple berries are delicious. They taste like raspberry mixed
with pear.
"Can I read you some poetry, Sue?
I actually knew one poem, though I figured the computer could give me
reams of others to choose from.
"Let
me not to the marriage of true minds, Admit impediments. Love is not
love Which alters when it alteration finds. Or bends with the remover
to remove..."
Glancing at the splotchy, gray thing in front of me, I was actually
counting on some alteration.
"I
want to stroke your cheek gently with the back of my hand, walk arm in
arm, feel you leaning up against me. Maybe some day you'll let me kiss
you. I'd like that a lot, if you would."
Sue twitched, and opened her eyes, and she looked at me! Best of all,
the faintest smile crossed her lips.
My heart soared!
It
took another six hours of love poetry and romantic talk before she
crossed an important line. She became determined to wake up for
herself, to live. I dropped the romance and became merely friendly and
encouraging.
The videos the computer had shown me were of a
sweet and kind little girl, but Sue had another side to her. She cursed
fluently and with considerable creativity at the pain. I listened and
sympathized, and even offered a suggestion or two.
"Computer, what happened to all of the other spaceships that got sent
out?"
"We will never know, because the distances are too great."
"But it's possible that other boys and girls survived on other planets?"
"It
is possible, but the scientists felt that the probability of success of
any mission was close to zero. They estimated that the chances of our
success in landing here on a hospitable planet were with optimistic
assumptions one in a billion."
"You mean they felt my chances of ever waking up again were one in a
billion?"
"At best."
"Funny they never told me that." I thought a moment.
"So, Sue and I are all there is?"
"You are almost certainly the only two humans in the universe."
It
was almost always the younger ones who caused mischief, so I was
surprised to find thirty-year-old Roberta wiggling her butt at me as it
half-showed through her grass skirt. We were working on a thatch
assembly that would be part of the roof of a new hut.
She turned
and directed her silky voice at my ear. "Daddy, I miss your cock so
much. My pussy is wet and gooey and it won't be happy until you shove
it full of your cock. You gotta do me like a bunny, daddy. Please?
Pweeeze?"
My cock was ready. Roberta wasn't due for a fuck until
that evening, but she wanted it. And I wanted to give it to her. She
was one of Sue's daughters, and she had already borne eleven children
of mine. What the heck... Within seconds of my implicit assent, Roberta
was on her hands and knees in the classic bunny way, butt up, head
down. My cock slid into her up to the hilt. She gave the characteristic
sigh that most of my girls do when I fill them all the way. Roberta's
cunt was hot, my manhood was aroused, and I wanted to fill her in the
other way, too. I knew I owed it to the other four girls I was working
with to do them too, to fill them with my cock while it was still hard.
I really did. But sometimes I don't do just what I'm supposed to do. I
let myself go, pumping Roberta with a frenzy.
"Oh, Roberta!" I
lunged, I surged, my brain fogged over, and I shot the young woman full
of my sperm. She waited to receive all I had to give before separating.
She then turned to face me. Both on our knees, she gave me a tender hug.
The
other girls undoubtedly felt a bit disappointed, but they were
good-natured about it. "It's cool to watch you just go for it,
sometimes, dad," said Emma, age 20.
But as work continued they
kept squirming around and massaging their pussies. One self-indulgent
episode led to another, and in half an hour I was surging inside each
of my other three, pressing deep to make each one sigh. I had them all
lie on their sides as I knelt above them, holding their upper leg like
a post while fucking into their pussies sideways.
I would get back to the schedule after supper, I figured.
The
ship had some extra gray outfits. I had quickly ditched the one I had
been wearing for three million years. When Sue staggered out for the
first time, she ignored my suggestion to go to the stream. She went
straight to the ocean to bathe, taking a fresh suit with her. I turned
my back. The Sue who came back was still bedraggled-looking, but all
traces of the corpse look had been washed away, and I could see she had
potential. Then she went to the stream. Perhaps it was a bit of relief
to her to know in advance about the cycle of seemingly endless drinking
and peeing she was about to engage in. Of course, her peeing would be
done squatting, which aroused in me the lightest flicker of excitement,
and it would be done without me present. She returned to her pre-freeze
vibrancy and health within a couple days.
There was only one
tent. We placed our air mattresses on opposite sides, with an empty
space of three feet between us -- far wider than what had separated us
for three million years.
We had remarkably little we really had
to do. There was plenty of fruit to eat, and Sue liked the bunny meat.
I shouldn't have worried about vegetarianism. No picky eater was going
to pass the screening that selected us for the mission. Based on
observations from orbit, the computer assured us that in this location
there was not going to be any winter or scorching summer, no dry season
or wet season. The only weather was a gentle rain that came every few
days for a couple hours. The tent would be adequate shelter for the
indefinite future.
Without any urgent tasks, we started on ones
that appealed to us. We started on a hut, to give us more space than a
tent. There were tiny saws and expanding shovels in the ship. Later, we
followed instructions to turn parts of the ship's hull into more tools.
We
found which kinds of wood were easiest to work with, and which leaves
could be made into thatching. Soon we could see how our hut would take
shape. It would take many days to complete construction, but the
planning was done.
We made plans for food storage vessels and
real beds. Sue brainstormed how to make some clothing to replace our
sturdy gray suits, but that interested me much less than her.
Beyond
the work we could actually do, we could imagine many things that might
be within reach in our lifetimes. Bigger buildings, carts for moving
things around, agriculture, systematic searches to find metal ores. We
had no need to think as far ahead as spaceships, digital computers, and
hospital intensive care units. They would come long after we were dead.
One
vital matter was the landing vehicle sitting on the beach. It had
separated from the bigger orbital ship, in turn separated from the much
bigger ship with its rockets that had decelerated us after our long
journey.
The landing vehicle was about twelve feet long and six
feet in diameter, with stubby wings. We had opened panels to find
various useful items and computer displays. Much of it was designed to
come apart into useful tools. The computers were a vital resource,
embodying a level of technology that would not be duplicated until
years after we were gone. We removed five of the six computers and
placed them in various locations near our encampment. This would
provide some measure of redundancy in case something did happen to the
ship. Later they would be vital workstations for educating the young.
Sue and I had thirteen years of memories of living on earth, and no one
else would ever have those. But the computers contained vast amounts of
information that could never be recreated if lost. At least some of our
offspring would need as full an education as possible in how earth had
functioned at the peak of its technological achievements, and the
computers were the only source of that information.
Later the remainder of the ship could be cannibalized for its rare
metals and alloys that could not be easily duplicated.
It
also occurred to me that if we did fill this planet with billions of
people, that ship would be the most prized cultural artifact there was,
and future historians would gnash their teeth to think we had used it
for something as simple as a source of metal. It was something to think
about, but on the other hand it was our job to survive and rebuild an
advanced society. We had to create the society from which the
teeth-gnashing historians would have the leisure of looking back, and
we might need all the resources at our disposal to do it.
We
both understood the mechanics of how to make more people. My male
instincts made me willing and eager to start any time, but I sensed
that Sue would insist on a more gradual approach. Even I knew that we
needed to develop a relationship -- the first relationship between two
people on this new planet.
One day, 30 days after our arrival,
we walked on the long, sandy beach at sunset, as we had many times
before. She casually took my hand. That was all it took to start blood
surging into my loins. Ignoring that reflex, I simply enjoyed the
warmth of her hand in mine.
"Those poems were very sweet," she said.
I
felt a surge of embarrassment. I had desperately wanted her to wake up.
Dreading a lifetime alone on a strange planet, I had gotten myself to
feel very romantic, and to sound perhaps a bit more romantic than I
felt. But once she woke up, her demeanor had become entirely practical
and matter-of-fact.
Even though I was a carefully screened, fine
specimen of humanity with some degree of emotional maturity, I was
still a 13-year-old boy. Developing intimacy was complicated. Where I
came from, reading poetry was not cool.
"Oh, ummmm," I said.
"Am I really sweeter than all the honey in the world, more beautiful
than any rose?"
"Well..." I said, coloring.
"No? Did you lie to me?"
She had an impish grin. When I saw that I knew deep down that things
were going to turn out OK.
"You
actually looked like a moldy corpse," I said, which made her composure
flicker. "But the computer had pictures of what you used to look like,
and I figured you had potential."
"Potential?"
"Well, yeah." My mind was racing. "You're the most beautiful girl I've
seen in the past three million years!"
She tried to look indignant, but couldn't help smiling.
"You're the most handsome boy I've seen in three million years. Also
the ugliest."
We were both grinning. The ice was broken.
"What do you want to be when you grow up, Sue?"
"I used to think I'd like to be a surgeon, or else a scientist who won
the Nobel Prize."
There was a pause.
"But now I'm thinking maybe I'll be a stay-at-home mom. How about you?"
"I
wanted to run my own company. Or be a Senator. Maybe President. But I
think I'm already rich, so I can afford to stay home too."
"And just what do you own?" she asked.
"A few million square miles of land?"
She appeared satisfied for a moment, then reconsidered. "Wait, it's
mine as much as yours!"
"OK," I said, the first tentative concession to equal rights for women.
I felt a sudden yearning for this girl who I was destined to spend my
life with.
I
turned her to face me, and gently, sensitive to her reactions, I drew
her towards me. I saw a bit late that she was ready to kiss me, but I
was already committed to a hug. I'm about 5'10", and she's 5'6". We fit
nicely. I felt her warmth against my front, as my hands gently pressed
against the back of her gray T-shirt. I loved the feel of her hands on
my back too. Her body against mine made my cock grow a little, but
mostly I was just very thankful to have this sweet girl in my arms. We
hugged a long while.
Finally, she pulled back a bit and looked
up at me. I knew she was still ready for that kiss, but she wasn't
going to make it obvious, in case I didn't want to for some reason. I
was ready, though, and I gently lowered my face to hers, and our lips
met. They kind of mashed together at first, but she knew what to do.
Soon we were moving our lips gently against each other, making
occasional little trademark kissing noises as our lips joined and
parted. That made my cock painfully hard. I rubbed my hands over her
back, then tentatively moved one down towards her butt.
She gently pulled away, took my hand, and we started walking back
towards our tent.
"Could I sleep next to you?" she asked as we entered the tent for the
night.
"Sure!" I said, then realized I sounded a bit too eager.
So
we lay down side by side in our gray T-shirts and shorts. I was
terrifically excited by the prospect of sex with my dear Sue. On our
sides, face to face, we began kissing again. I gently moved my hand
over her shoulder, heading slowly for her breast, but she deftly slid
my hand back over her shoulder again. I was disappointed, to say the
least. After a few minutes, she turned over on her back and spooned
back against me, evidently ready for sleep. I enjoyed her soft presence
in front of me -- I truly did. But I was so horny I thought I would
burst.
After a few minutes, I whispered, "Guess I've got to go
to the bathroom again," and headed off to our latrine. I started
jerking myself off, and it didn't take many seconds before the cum shot
out as I thought of Sue's soft body. I waited a minute for my breathing
to return to normal before returning. It did feel wonderful to curl up
behind her and feel her girl's body beside me as we shifted positions
in the night.
When I woke in the morning she was looking at me.
"Good morning, Nate."
"Good morning, Sue," I replied.
"You'd like to do it, wouldn't you?"
That was pretty stark for so early in the morning. "Well, yeah, I
would."
"I'm not ready for that."
"Yeah, I figured," I replied.
My
cock was hard, as it often is in the morning. It wasn't completely
obvious under my gray shorts, but she found it easily enough.
"Can I do something to make you feel good?" she asked.
The intensity of my embarrassment made her giggle.
She
stayed in her gray T-shirt and shorts, but I was soon naked. We kissed
as she slid her hand up and down on my cock. I gave her a few pointers,
but she did well. Seeing her pretty face intent on giving me pleasure
and her breasts through her T-shirt made me especially excited. Within
a minute I thrust my pelvis forward and semen spurted onto her hand and
my chest.
"Cool!" she said, bringing her hand to her nose to sniff my cum, as I
lay panting.
"Sue?" I asked.
"Can you at least show me your breasts?" I asked, feeling a bit more
assertive after she had relieved my need.
She looked away, uncomfortable.
"You're
really beautiful, and really sexy, and if you're not ready that's fine,
but it would be great to at least see. You've seen me, right?" I asked.
"They're kind of small, and funny looking," she said. This was the
first time I had seen her embarrassed.
I laughed, and she looked indignant.
"No,
no, I didn't mean it that way!" I said. "You are beautiful, and I don't
know the fine points of what makes a prize-winning breast. I can see
them under your T-shirt, and I know I'll find them incredibly sexy, no
matter what."
"The nicest breasts you've seen in three million years?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, but getting serious, "Much more than that."
She looked at me, getting serious too.
She sat up, and matter-of-factly pulled her T-shirt off, her head
averted.
My
rapt smile must have put her at ease as she glanced at me sidelong,
because she soon thrust her chest forward to show her charms to best
effect.
I sat up, my wilted cock on full display, until we were
facing each other with legs crossed in front of us. I gently reached my
left hand out to her left breast. My wilted cock started losing its
wilt. She didn't object as I caressed and fondled her breast lightly,
and she even gave just the faintest shiver of excitement.
I couldn't keep my eyes from making furtive glances between her legs,
where further treasure awaited?
"You
can't see me down there yet, because I'm still having my period," she
said simply. "Since the ship does not have a supply of pads, I am using
wabbed up gray shorts," she said with some disgust.
She evidently expected a "too much information" look from me, but I
took it in stride.
"Cool," I said.
"It's not cool, it's gross," she said.
"Well, yeah, I can see it would be," I said. She seemed to like that I
didn't make light of it.
She
started to give me a hand job again that night. I interrupted to fondle
her breasts as we lay face to face. She let me kiss them, and when I
started sucking, she gasped. Encouraged, I gave them both a good
sucking, and she clearly got turned on. I then lay back and enjoyed her
hand job.
As it got warm around noon the next day she peeled off
her T-shirt and nonchalantly went about her business topless. In line
with earth customs, I had of course felt free to take off my T-shirt
whenever I felt like it. I grinned my approval at her display and she
returned a bashful smile. She also looked at my gray shorts. I shrugged
and pulled them off. My cock had been quiescent, but seeing her display
her breasts and ask me to strip had its effect. She looked amused. My
cock fell again as we went our separate ways.
I had an
inspiration that day. It took me a day to decide just what I wanted to
do, find the materials, and assemble them. I waited two days until she
no longer had the extra cloth between her legs, then another day for
good measure. I waited until near sunset before speaking to her.
"I've got a surprise, Sue," I said, leading her out onto the beach.
She looked puzzled, but readily followed.
At
the margin where beach gives way to land, just at the edge of the most
magnificent grove of tall trees, I took both her hands in mine, and
knelt before her.
"Sue," I asked. "Will you marry me?"
She
started to giggle, but suppressed it. I held out to her a ring. It was
fashioned of a soft silver-colored metal from the ship, and I had
managed to set in it three separate beautiful gems I found on the
beach, transparent but tinted pink, blue, and gray. She was touched.
"There
haven't been any other suitors," she noted, talking to herself, "and he
is rather handsome, kind, and thoughtful," the last said looking at the
ring I had fashioned.
"Are you just asking me so you can consummate the marriage?" she asked,
playfully.
"When
we consummate the marriage, it will be 'we' who do so, not 'I'," I
said. "I confess that the thought was partly what inspired me, but it
means much more than that."
Her voice became very quiet. "Could you ask again?"
"Sue," I said, looking up at her with something that felt a lot like
love, "Will you marry me?"
"Yes," she said, "I will."
That led to some impromptu kissing and making out while rolling around
on the sand.
"Shall we set a date?" I asked.
"Tomorrow at sunset," she replied.
"Are you sure? We could wait longer."
Sue sat up, and fixed me with a serious expression. An angry expression.
"No!
Because I don't want to have sex before marriage, and I really want you
to fuck me tomorrow night! I'm sick of wanking your dick and watching
you go silly with orgasm, while I just get a wet pussy. And when you
suck my boobs, it drives me wild. But, I'm scared to death, because I'm
afraid it's going to hurt like hell when you stick it in me, and if we
do fuck and I get pregnant, then I'm going to get all huge and then my
innards will rip apart grinding out a baby with no one to help me --
except you," she said with a dismissive glance. "But I need to get that
dick in me, where you can tuck all the cum up inside me instead of
splatting it out all over my hand! But my pussy doesn't feel big enough
for that huge prong of yours to fit in, and I'm sure it's going to
hurt. And then if I get pregnant -- there's morning sickness, you know?
And what if I'm cruddy in bed? Maybe you won't be able to get it up
because there's something wrong with my pussy! And have you ever seen a
childbirth movie?"
I put my fingers to her lips to quiet her, then drew her towards me.
"I
know, Sue, it's overwhelming, isn't it? I love you, and we're going to
make it through all this. I'll take care of you. Everything's going to
be all right."
They were classic romantic lines, and I meant
them. I was also sensible enough to know that I had no way of knowing
that everything would turn out all right. I would do my best to take
care of her, but I didn't know if it would be enough.
I lay on my back and drew her up against my side, where she rested her
head on my chest. I gently stroked her hair.
She
began crying, softly at first. All I said was, "I love you," and kept
stroking her hair. She started sobbing, and I did nothing but hold her
calmly and keep stroking. After twenty minutes of sobbing interspersed
with mere crying, she quieted.
"I asked the computer about the other spaceships. You know what it
said?"
"Yeah, I asked too."
"The whole fucking human race is on our shoulders."
"I
know," I said. "Isn't it weird? We're just one boy named Nate and a
girl named Sue. But they picked us because they thought we had the
right stuff, and I think we do." After a pause, I added, "It looks like
we've got one kick-ass planet."
She grinned at that.
For
some reason Sue wanted to name our planet before she felt ready to
marry. One candidate was simple and obvious: Eden. The paradise of the
Judeo-Christian religions. We considered a number of more fanciful
possibilities, but returned to that one. We considered "New Eden" but
rejected it. Everything here was new. "Eden" was right.
We
really couldn't think of a ceremony that excited us. We were both
practical people. The myths and ballads and legends would have to wait
for some of our spawn to develop the inclinations that give rise to
such things. But with the computer's help we cobbled together some vows:
"I,
Nate, take you, Sue, to be my wife, to love from this day forth, for
better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in
health, to love and to cherish, and forsaking all others, promise to be
faithful 'til death do us part."
We giggled about the "forsaking all others" part, and never dreamed at
the time how spectacularly I would fail to keep that vow.
We
knew that it wasn't good for a girl to have a baby too young. Waiting
until Sue was 14 would have been better, 15 even better. But we also
knew that Sue had been screened for the mission based partly on her
reproductive health. The main consideration was that we would go crazy
waiting for two years, an empty world in front of us and not even
taking the first steps towards filling it up. We were going to get
pregnant as soon as we could.
Sue
lay on her back on the fabric we had brought to the beach, her legs
spread wide. We had kissed. I had sucked both of her breasts, over and
over. With some guidance from her and more than a little trial and
error, my finger had massaged her pussy lips and spent many minutes on
her clitoris. The entrance to her pussy was flowing with thick
secretions. Two fingers fit up inside her, but she winced when I tried
to sneak in a third.
I raised myself above her, my thighs spread
nearly as wide as hers. I guided our genitals together. Gazing into her
eyes, I nestled my tip against her pussy opening. I pressed in, and her
flesh yielded. The tip of my throbbing, hungry cock was caressed by her
labia, but I wasn't inside. When I pressed again, harder, her tissues
compressed and pushed back, but my cock made no further headway. She
winced. Once more I pressed, even harder, more insistently. She said,
"Ouch!" drew in breath, and shut her eyes.
I was a rock hard
virgin, poised at the cunt opening of my virgin girl. I had to get my
cock into her, all the way, and it had to be now. I moved my hands down
and cupped one behind each of her butt cheeks. She knew enough physics
to know what was coming.
"Oh, shit," she whimpered. Suddenly I
lunged into her, pressing her butt in towards my jutting pelvis to
force us together. If I had stopped to think I would have realized my
cock was sore from the pressure, but I wasn't thinking. Sue's tissues
gave way, and she screamed. My cock plunged into a kind of place it had
never been, the sort of place it had been waiting to find for years. It
was hot, and wet, and it was up inside between a girl's legs. My
innards churned unstoppably the moment I broke through into Sue's
depths, but I pulled out sharply before jamming in a second time, then
pulled out and lunged in a third. By then my loins had blended the
fluids within to make semen, and as my cock head probed deep that third
time the cum shot out into my dear Sue. I continued stroking fiercely
as the pulses surged out one after another. I dimly became aware of
what Sue was saying.
"Get that fucking thing out of me! Ouch!
Shit! You asshole!" As my primitive unstoppable urgency faded I
promptly slid out. I dredged forth the solicitude I felt for Sue, my
love for her, and tried to look contrite. But I also felt the ecstasy
of having scored for the first time, fucked a girl, ripped open the
virgin parts that barred my path to take her and have my way with her,
give her a flood of sperm whether she wanted it or not, doing my
leering male best to fuck a baby into her.
"I'm sorry, Sue, are you OK?" I panted.
"No!" she cried.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I have stopped?" I really was sorry, or at least
my better self was sorry.
Sue threw me off of her to the side, with a strength I didn't know she
had.
"Arrggh!
No, you shouldn't have stopped! I needed it, but Christ! Dickhead!
Asshole! Christ, that hurt! Now I guess it's over. Shit!"
We
slept side by side in the tent that night, and if anything she clung to
me more than usual. Her pussy healed within four days, which I found
out as I woke to a pelvis humping against me in the middle of the
night. I was rock-hard within moments, of course. After twenty-odd
minutes of breast sucking, clit twiddling, and finger fucking, she said
she was ready.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Mmmm."
"Are you really, really sure? It hurt so much last time."
"Oh Nate, fuck me -- or else!"
This
time my dick slid in smoothly, our organs meshed perfectly, and she
moaned and sighed as I pounded away in her. My dear Sue came hard,
squeezed me tight, and in response to her part of the dance I squirted
the contents of my balls up into her for the second time.
After
that, Sue couldn't get enough. I pumped her from every angle, each
ending with another little blob of cum delivered inside her. She rode
me hard, and that ended with cum inside her too. Four or five times a
day we did it.
A week or so later, noon rolled around and my
cock was limp. Despite all her sexy wiggling and dirty talk and gentle
caresses, it didn't respond. She really wanted it again, but I couldn't
give it to her. She turned down my offer to use my tongue or fingers on
her. She wanted my cock. Up her cunt. Spurting. And she couldn't have
it.
But after looking at me for several seconds, something
shifted within, she smiled, and gave me a hug. She had found my limits,
and she accepted them.
(end of Part 1)
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