Men
Are Just Testicles In Prison
by Sterling
Chapter 9 of 10
"Haaa!"
said Isaac, lunging forward with his straight stick. Thomas grabbed it
and tossed it aside, but Isaac mimed a karate kick. Thomas caught his
foot, which sent Isaac sprawling. Thomas turned him over and straddled
him, pinning his arms with his knees.
"You give?" asked Thomas with menace.
"Fat chance!" shouted Isaac, kicking Thomas's back and wriggling free.
Victor had picked up the stick and was whacking it hard on the rock. It
splintered.
Addie
sat off to the side, glancing at the boys from time to time but mostly
picking more dandelions to add to the bunch in her hand.
The grown-ups watched.
"Hey Tara," said Bill. "I think Isaac's been getting kind of aggressive
lately. Can you teach him to stop?"
Tara stuck out her tongue but sighed wearily.
Alison's
twins Amelia and Evan sat in the sandbox, digging, sifting, and
molding. Alison's third pregnancy was just starting to show.
Amy nursed her newborn George.
"But
seriously," said Tara. "Look at the violence there. We never taught
that. We've run ourselves ragged trying to get them to stop. Rewards,
punishments, begging and pleading. Are the Dworkinians right after all?"
Amy answered, "They're right that the tendencies are inborn. But not
that they can't be controlled."
Bill said, "Hey Addie, sweetheart, can you come here?"
The 5-year-old skipped over and handed her father the dandelions.
"Thanks so much!"
Addie climbed up on her father's lap for a snuggle.
"Addie, you see the boys playing there."
She looked at Isaac and Thomas wrestling in the dirt.
"What do you think of them? Are they being bad boys?"
Addie shrugged. "They're being boys."
"Are you scared of them?"
"No, silly."
Bill said to the grown-ups, "So maybe girls start out being OK with boy
tussling until we teach them it's bad?"
"It's bad?"
Bill looked at Alison, who answered. "No, honey, we're just doing
grown-up talk. It's bad if they hurt each other."
"Oh," said Addie, who gave her father a big kiss on the cheek, wriggled
down, and went off to a different patch of dandelions.
"Allie, I've pretty much kept quiet for five years now, but I've got
something to say," said Amy.
"OK."
"You know Tara's been trying to get pregnant for four years now and it
hasn't worked."
"Yeah, that's sad."
"You remember back at Shady Pines when some of the women came and got
it from Bill directly, and they got pregnant..."
"Oh, this again."
"We need more kids."
"He's my husband."
"I
know, but he's also the only male we've got. I mean the only man. Who
knows how women's bodies work? There's all kinds of signals and
pheromones and everything. The artificial way works sometimes, but not
always. What are you afraid of?"
"Afraid of?"
"You're not
afraid Bill's going to leave you, are you? Let me tell you... A half
dozen times over the years I've been alone with Bill. There's been a
soft place nearby. I've really wanted him so bad, and I never said
anything but I think he knew. He knew he could snap his fingers and I'd
be his. But he never did. His pants may have bulged a couple times, but
he was very clear. No caress, no meaningful look, nothing."
Alison
was thoughtful. "We never dreamed a man could be so kind, did we?
Remember all that about how the man got excited by thinking about how
much pain he was causing the woman?"
"Yeah, I remember."
Alison was thoughtful a few seconds. "Would it be OK if I was there? To
oversee the mating?"
Amy's shock gave way to a smile. "Um, I guess it's up to them. But I
know if it was me I'd agree in a flash."
Tara
lay back on the bed, naked. Alison was in T-shirt and shorts that were
loose enough for her modest belly. She sat to Tara's left, the naked
Bill sat to Tara's right.
"Tara, what would you like?"
"I'd like to get pregnant, if I could."
"And what have you tried so far?"
"I
have tried over 30 times to inject semen with a baster into my vagina
during my most fertile time. In a lot of women it would cause a
pregnancy, but it hasn't in mine."
"So what's the alternative?"
"If
you could be so kind -- I know it's a huge favor to ask -- I'd like
your husband to press his erect penis forcefully into my vagina, over
and over again until he ejaculates."
Bill's penis was rising, but he looked only at Alison.
"And you, Bill, what do you think of this?"
"I
think that increasing our population is important. If Tara wants to
become pregnant, I am all in favor. Thrusting my penis forcefully into
Tara's vagina until I ejaculate is something I believe I can do, and at
the crass level of animal pleasure, I would enjoy it. But I have
pledged myself to you, Alison, my savior and true love, and so would
never do such a thing without your true and enthusiastic consent."
She knew what Bill was going to say, more or less, but she still
couldn't help blushing a little.
"Very well. I command that this should take place. Bill, please mount
Tara."
The
man loomed over the receptive woman. Tara held the lips of her
pre-aroused genitalia apart, while the tip of Bill's fully erect organ
waited an inch from the opening. Alison placed the tip in Tara's
vestibule, but suddenly got an impish grin. "Tara, are you sure you
want this? Do you want to be stabbed, penetrated, degraded and
humiliated by this disgusting specimen of humanity? The right to be
free of such grievous insult is one of your fundamental rights under
Dworkinism."
"Yes," said Tara, smiling but licking her lips. "I
waive my rights, with complete enthusiasm and with no hint of duress or
coercion."
"OK, Bill," said Alison. "Fuck her!"
Bill
pressed forward gently and his cock slowly spread Tara's tissues. Tara
sighed and smiled. When Bill was in a couple inches, he began a gentle
in and out motion. His face was impassive, and while he stole quick
glances of Tara, he mostly looked at Alison.
"Ah, c'mon," said
Alison, and Bill at once held himself still. "We're trying to convince
Tara's body to get pregnant. Do it fast and deep! Lie down on her!
Clutch her! Forget about me until you're done. The most important thing
in the world right now is making her pregnant." She leaned in and
whispered in Bill's ear, "And go ahead and really enjoy yourself."
Bill
turned and beamed at Alison. He turned back to Tara, while Alison slid
off the bed and stood a few feet away. Bill forced his penis in deeper
and deeper, and Tara winced twice but made no complaint. Having
achieved his depth, Bill switched to longer and faster strokes, until
he was pounding away with a vengeance. He snarled playfully, and
leaning forward he nipped Tara's right nipple in his teeth.
"You wanna get pregnant?" he growled.
"Yes!"
"You want me to belch out gobs of sticky, smelly stuff in your hole?"
"Yes, yes!"
Bill
lay down on Tara, worked his hands around down below until he was
clutching one ass cheek in each hand, and he began pounding harder and
faster, jamming his cock in to the hilt. On and on he went, trying to
leave no doubt in Tara's reptilian brain, however clueless it might be,
that she was truly being fucked, bred and mated.
Alison wasn't
too surprised to feel herself getting wet down below, and after brief
consideration, shrugged and stuck her hand down the front of her pants.
Tara
whimpered with increasing frequency and urgency over the course of a
minute until she tensed and chirped out an orgasm, then relaxed.
Bill
paused briefly to lift himself up and work Tara's thighs impossibly far
apart with his knees. He held himself up, looking down at her with a
notably lewd leer. And then he resumed a terrific pace of long, deep
fuck strokes.
"Ready to get pregnant?" he growled.
"Yes!" squeaked Tara.
He went even faster, the muscles on his back rippling, his butt
clenching and contracting faster than Alison believed possible.
He
panted and growled with increasing urgency, building over the course of
a minute, leaning forward until he let our a roar while he jammed
himself deep into Tara and held perfectly still.
Some distance away, they all heard Addie say, "What was that? Is daddy
OK?"
Amy's reassuring voice said, "Don't worry, dear, that's just the
grown-ups playing."
"Is he angry?"
"No, dear, it's all in good fun -- oh, yes, very good fun," she said.
Bill was breathing hard and let himself down onto Tara until she bore
his full weight.
"You gonna get pregnant?" he growled.
"Yes!"
"You promise?"
"Well..."
"I'm not gonna get up 'til you promise!"
"I promise," croaked Tara, struggling for breath beneath Bill's muscled
body.
Bill
lifted himself up slowly and disengaged their lower parts. The places
where their bodies had been joined were drenched with sweat, and Bill's
limp cock glistened with fluid while Tara's entire vulva was wet and
dripping.
Alison leapt forward, grabbed Bill's hand and pulled
the dazed man through a door into the next room, slamming the door
behind her.
"What?" he asked, confused.
Alison stripped quickly, lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide.
"Give me your tongue -- it won't take long!"
Bill
grinned as he lowered his head to his wife's vulva and began licking
her the way he knew she liked best, and they clutched hands.
Her
breathing became irregular and urgent. The pleasure she felt below
mingled with her husband's reassuring presence and his wonderful
intentions, but at the heart of her pleasure were those vivid images of
Bill's ferocious masculinity in demolishing Tara's virginity. She
convulsed in a magnificent, soul-shaking orgasm.
Bill scooted up to lie full-length on the bed, and Alison latched onto
his side.
"So, how was it?" she asked.
"You taste so good, and you seemed to have a nice big one!"
"Not that, silly! Before, with Tara!"
"Oh,
that," Bill said, waving his hand dismissively. "Just stud duty. I felt
kind of used, actually." But he couldn't fake the somber expression for
long and broke out into the biggest grin Alison had ever seen.
As
Alison observed Bill and Tara over the next few days, they both looked
profoundly happy. Yet there was no flirtation between them; they were
formally polite with each other. And Bill was as attentive to Alison as
ever, and made love to her a mere six hours after his fireworks with
Tara with even more appreciation than usual, depositing his seed right
where she wanted it.
Alison thought maybe she had been missing
something all these years, hoarding for herself a kind of love that was
meant to be given away more freely.
She looked at Amy and
thought about what they all owed to her. Bill owed his life to Alison,
but he also owed it to Amy, who had bought him at auction when no one
else would have. She had pioneered the idea of having sex directly with
Bill, so he knew a little about what to do during their first
encounter. She had thought of the acetylene torch when Alison had asked
innocently what she knew about tools to cut iron. Months later, she had
the foresight to see that they needed to get far away from Mother Earth.
Bill's
first sexual encounter with Amy that wasn't through the cell bars
wasn't quite as dramatic as with Tara, partly because Amy wasn't really
trying to get pregnant. But Alison was present, obtained the same
assurances of fealty from the participants, and once again found
herself very hot and excited to see the two of them go at it.
This
time after Bill had unloaded in Amy, Alison invited her to stay and
watch Bill pleasure her, and Amy admitted it was arousing to watch.
They
had assembled a ragtag library from books in the abandoned settlements,
and in one of them they found that polygamy was a stable form of social
organization. Feminists condemned it, of course, as it implied that
women were property and that men could have multiple partners while
still strenuously denying the same right to women. But this was a
special case; the other women simply had no other options. It was also
special because it was Alison, not Bill, who was calling the shots.
There were lots of shots, and Bill never missed one. The fertility of
the little group rose substantially. A woman's womb never stayed empty
for more than a couple months if she wanted it filled.