Spreading
Genes In Tight Spaces
by Sterling
Chapter 3 of 5
"Good morning, Jason," said the robot. "What would you like?"
He had a headache and he was groggy, but he managed to say, "Sccccchhhh
... Sex!"
His long nap (two years, as he found out later) had made him horny.
"Certainly, a female is waiting for you in room 241."
Jason stumbled into the hallway, his erection rising as he thought
about pussy. It didn't matter what pussy. Any wet opening between a
girl's legs, under that tuft of hair -- that would do just fine.
In room 241, a female was waiting with legs spread wide and there it
was, the opening he was going to do it in. All he had to do was open
her lips -- not even that, she was doing it for him! His tip pressed
against the slick opening and slid in. As soon as his tip felt the
warmth, he started ejaculating. His inner workings forced a little too
much semen into each shot, so it was a little painful shooting out. But
it also felt more physically satisfying than any orgasm in his life.
When his penis stopped twitching, he pulled out and noticed for the
first time a few characteristics of the owner of the cunt: short and a
little heavy. Probably about 21.
The rear end in front of him was plenty sexy, but he remembered with
some glee how the girls needed to be hurt.
He walloped her ass with his hand over and over.
"Shit!" the girl screeched and tried to get away.
He wrapped an arm around her stomach to hold her in place and whacked
her a few more times.
"Let me go!" she shrieked.
He ignored her plea, wrestled her until her butt was in front of him
and plunged in. Within seconds he was spurting. As his pulses weakened
and stopped he saw her breasts hanging down. He reached around and took
a nipple in his right hand and squeezed it hard between his thumb and
index finger -- with his nails. Blood spurted out.
He didn't object when she broke away and cowered at the far end of the
room.
"That ought to make you pregnant," he said calmly as he dressed.
He decided to put his hands right on her stomach, where it was most
squishy. Then after he had guided his cock into her opening, he pushed
down with his full weight.
"Shit!" the girl groaned, eyes wide with pain and fear. He jerked down
especially hard with his hands.
He could feel his cock pressing her tissues against his hand. He
ejaculated, feeling exquisite physical pleasure and also the excitement
of knowing she was probably getting pregnant. He also found himself
excited at her discomfort.
"Uhhhh, Jason," said Dr. Watkins. "How's it going?"
"Just great, doctor, just great," he said.
"Your enthusiasm is nice, and it's great you're doing four girls a day,
but you've got to cut back on the things you do to hurt them. That last
one has some pretty serious internal injuries!"
He felt anger surge within. How dare this 'doctor' criticize him?
He looked her over. She was pretty old but plenty sexy. She didn't have
gray hair like that Dr. Morgan and her skin was smooth. He wondered how
her cunt would feel, and decided to find out.
He grabbed the astonished doctor and slammed her face down on the table
in his room. His roommates were both out.
"Jason!" she said, astonished. Then in a firmer tone, "Jason, you let
me up right now!"
Why should he pay any attention to her? He was the most important
person on the ship, he wanted to fuck her, so he was going to do it. It
was pretty simple.
The young people on the ship had their uniform of shorts and T-shirt,
but Dr. Watkins wore pants and a sort of fancy jacket over a
long-sleeved shirt. He didn't give a shit about the shirt and jacket,
but the pants were in his way. He let go of her to use both hands on
her pants, and she began to get up. He slammed her down onto the table
again and growled, "Hold still!"
With her pants and panties out of the way, he moved in behind her and
did his thing. Her pussy was on the dry side, but he didn't mind. The
friction was all the greater and he spurted in seconds and pulled out.
As he panted in satisfaction, Dr. Watkins slowly got upright and pulled
her pants back up, all the while with an eye on Jason to make sure she
wasn't displeasing him. She slipped out and hurried off down the hall.
Shortly a muscular young man he had never seen before came into the
cabin. He just introduced himself as Paul and said he'd be staying
there a while in place of one of the other boys.
Jason knew this new roommate had appeared in response to his quick fuck
of Dr. Watkins. No one needed to tell him that his behavior would be
under close scrutiny. Jason decided he'd better cool it.
The next day, his four girls all came into his room one by one and bent
over the table to get their insemination. Paul lounged in his bunk,
watching. Jason and Paul both knew the deal without saying a word.
After depositing his precious bodily fluid, Jason gave the first girl a
modest spank, looking for Paul's reaction. He gave a slightly harder
one, and Paul hesitated. A bit harder, and Paul frowned. So he found
his limit.
Jason woke in the night, confused and suddenly very sad. He thought
about all the pussies he had fucked. Why? He had thought it felt good
at the time, and he guessed it had, but he shuddered to think how he
had spanked them. He cried.
In the morning he woke, uncertain where he was. Who was that big guy
sleeping in the other bunk? Where were Katy and Leland and Chen and the
rest? The world didn't make any sense. He babbled. The big guy woke and
came cautiously to his bedside.
He managed to drink something. He had to pee but couldn't think where
he was supposed to do that. The sink looked like a reasonable place,
though as his stream splashed onto the steel something didn't seem
quite right. He slept again.
He woke and groggily opened an eye. That was someone he recognized!
Sally!
"How are you, Jason?"
How was he? Jason didn't know what to say. That in itself was
disconcerting.
"You remember me? You remember my name?"
Jason nodded. "Sally."
She smiled at him, then reached out a hand and tenderly stroked his
cheek.
He felt a flood of emotion. Sally! He loved Sally!
He slowly got out of bed. That big guy was leaning against the opposite
wall with his arms folded.
But Sally was right there in front of him, and she put her arms around
him, resting her head against his chest. He enfolded her in his own
arms and they hugged. He felt warm and safe.
The table in the middle of the room had been replaced with a bed. He
sat on the side of the bed and ate while Sally kept her arm around him.
Then he lay on the bed and Sally lay behind him, spooned against him.
When he woke again he felt a rush of anxiety but calmed down when he
looked over his shoulder to find that the warm presence behind him was
Sally.
His penis was hard and he felt an itch. He remembered a sea of girls
and vaginas. He had been ejaculating constantly, and his body seemed to
be missing it. Sally was behind him, but he wasn't interested in any
vaginas. Experimentally, he reached into his shorts and rubbed up and
down, making his hand sort of like a vagina. Within a few seconds he
spurted, and found his hand covered with a lot of sperm. He wiped it on
his shorts and the sheet to get the worst of it off.
A series of painful memories came back to him. He saw himself spanking
girls and seeing them flinch. He remembered pressing hard into that
girl's stomach and her expression of shock, fear, and pain. And he
remembered throwing what's-her-name the doctor face down on the table
and -- what was that word? And raping her. He was mortified. What a
horrible human being!
"Sally?" he said softly.
The girl was apparently sleeping lightly because she immediately
replied with, "Yes, Jason?"
He hear a rustling in the top bunk beside them and saw the large man
peer over the corner briefly.
"What happened, Sally?"
"I don't know, Jason. What do you remember?"
He recounted fairly accurately the story of his life from childhood
through to the present.
"That sounds right -- at least the parts I know," she said.
"But why was I so mean? And then why did I get so sad?"
Just then they heard a brief knock on the door before Dr. Watkins
entered. Jason remembered her name the instant he saw her, and also
remembered what he had done to her.
"I.. I'm so sorry... I" he began as he sat up and put his legs over the
side of the bed. Sally rose but sat with her legs curled under her and
leaned softly against Jason's back, chin on his shoulder.
"Don't worry about it, Jason," said the doctor. "It really wasn't your
fault, or at least you have a good excuse. I owe you an explanation."
Jason looked at her blankly.
"Do you remember everything that's happened?"
He felt Sally lift her head off his shoulder long enough to nod.
"He does? Good." Then she addressed him. "Before we put you into deep
freeze, you were mating frequently and doing a good job. But the
pregnancy rates were off slightly. More to the point, we looked ahead
and thought of the number of young women who would need impregnation...
Everywhere we look on the planet it seems we keep finding more
radioactive rock and soil. We were hoping to improve your sexual
performance, so we gave you some hormones -- mostly testosterone -- to
improve your sperm production and increase your sex drive. That part of
it seemed to be working pretty well, but another effect of those
hormones is to make men more aggressive. And there it was pretty clear
we had gone too far. That's why you were violent with those girls and
why you raped me."
She said the last matter-of-factly.
"So then we had to stop the hormones, and apparently when they drop off
suddenly it makes men depressed and in your case it also caused you to
lose your mind briefly."
Jason felt a surge of resentment, though it was nothing like the anger
he would have felt a few days before. "So you've been using me, kind of
like a lab rat."
"There is that side to it, and for that we apologize. However, as you
know, the success of the expedition on humanity's second home depends
on you to a considerable extent. Also, we thought you would on the
whole enjoy it."
Jason recalled how wonderful those orgasms had felt, and the sense of
supreme confidence he had felt -- for instance while raping the good
doctor.
"OK," he sighed. "And when I was losing my mind, you got Sally for me."
"We woke her up specially for you."
"I'm four months pregnant," she said.
"But it's not my baby."
"No."
The doctor said, "We would have loved for you to start Sally's next
baby, but because of your emotional history with her, it seemed unwise."
"You can start my next one when it's time," Sally said, giggling and
kissing his cheek.
Sally and Dr. Watkins decided Jason was no longer physically dangerous
and dismissed Paul. The other roommates also moved out, leaving Sally
and Jason alone. The removed the bunks and shrank the room
somewhat. Sally and Jason were left with something a little bigger than
a mating room: It had an aisle on one side of the bed and you could
stand up straight.
They ate their midday meal sitting on the side of the bed.
"So, you're being nice to me because they told you to?" Jason asked.
"No," said Sally. "I've missed you."
"Sorry about that last time... I wasn't very nice to you."
"I understand. You were angry." She smiled and said, "Compared to how
Leland roughed me up, it was nothing."
Jason felt a surge of anger at Leland. Where was that bugger? "Leland
hurt you?"
"Just enough to help me get get pregnant. It was nothing."
"It's Leland's baby?" he asked, looking at her flat stomach.
She nodded and thought a moment, then took both his hands:
"I like you," she said. "We grew up together and had our little
romantic fling. But I've been reading and we girls discuss it. Humans
aren't supposed to live like we usually do. There's supposed to be one
man per woman, and they're supposed to get to sleep together every
night and raise their children together as a little family, all living
in one place without anyone else."
Jason felt a little something shift inside him. Something felt a little
better.
"So now we can do that, right? Sleep together every night?"
"If you want to, yes. That would be wonderful," Sally said. "I'll be so
lucky."
"And these couples have sex with each other."
"Whenever they want. And the man doesn't have sex with anyone else,
because there are as many men as women."
For a moment Jason thought that was unfortunate, but then he decided he
liked it. He'd had enough of fucking endless anonymous pussies.
He took Sally gently by the shoulders and kissed her. She returned his
kisses hungrily, and within two minutes they were fucking away. It felt
so right to Jason. He was having sex with his one girl. He loved seeing
the pleasure in her face as it built and built along with his. He
spurted into her and she moaned and shuddered with her own orgasm.
They played on their computers, chatted and ate.
A couple hours later Jason's passion flamed and they made love again.
As they settled down for the night, he was interested again. Sally
hesitated. "I'm not sure just how much of this I'm up for," she said.
Jason looked at her hungrily.
"OK," she sighed. She smiled up at him as he took his pleasure with
her, but she didn't respond herself.
He woke in the middle of the night, eager for Sally's body. But he
remembered what she had said and decided not to wake her up. In the
morning she would be interested, certainly. But she wasn't.
"No, Jason, I just don't want to."
"It won't take long," Jason said. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"
"No, but I really don't want to. That's also common in normal
communities -- the men don't get as much sex as they want because the
women aren't interested as much. Especially when they're pregnant."
For the first time in his life, Jason was with an attractive female he
wanted to fuck and he wasn't going to get to.
"There are lots of girls who need to get pregnant," she said gently.
Their computer tablets had conveyed that to both of them.
"I don't want to do that any more," he said.
"Oh," she said. "The won't like that."
"I don't care."
Sally would only let him have sex every other day, and even that, she
made clear, was for his sake and not because she felt any passion.
"They want us to go to the nursery," Sally said. "Will you go with me?"
"It's just a ploy to get me to start fucking strange girls again,"
Jason said.
"I have a hunch you're right, but there are still lots of cute kids
there."
The older children who were taking care of the nursery just then didn't
react much to their visit, but the little ones were happy to see new
faces. The cheerfully explained for each one who the parents
were. Three-quarters of them were Jason's. He had a sea of daughters
and a few sons. He held the younger ones in his arms, and the slightly
older ones crawled all over him.
"Where's Molly?" Jason asked.
Sally grew somber. "She's around somewhere, but I try not to visit her
much."
"Why not?"
"It's too painful. I went back to sleep when she was three months old
and I was pregnant with my second one. When I woke up with my newborn
Molly didn't really know me, and I couldn't connect the one-year-old
with the three-month-old I knew when I went to sleep. So I had them put
me to sleep for nursing the second one so that wouldn't happen again."
"Nursing in your sleep?"
"Yeah, a lot of the girls do it. I named my second daughter Vanessa,
but I've never seen her since she was a newborn. She sucked on my
breasts for the usual three months, but I was asleep the whole time so
I wouldn't bond with her. The love it when we decide to do it
that way, too, because we're not metabolizing as much when we're
asleep, even though we're making lots of milk."
"Geez, I sure have a lot of kids," Jason said as two of his daughters
squabbled. They pushed each other as both sought the center of Jason's
lap.
"Don't you want some more?" Sally asked.
"They're great, but it seems like an awful lot already."
When they got back to their room, Sally read her computer tablet and
looked surprised. "Huh, that's an interesting idea," she said, smiling.
"What?"
"You'll see."
There was a knock on the door and a girl came in. Jason had to admit
she was gorgeous -- smooth perfect skin, wide-set blue eyes, breasts
and hips but not too much. She looked down shyly and sat on the bed.
"I don't want to have sex with her," Jason said to Sally.
"No offense," he added to the gorgeous thing.
"No problem," she said softly.
Sally kissed Jason tenderly, not something she had offered him much
lately. She stripped and suggested he strip too. So did the girl,
though she sat some distance away and didn't look at them. Sally put
Jason's hand on her breast, starting to enlarge because of her
pregnancy. Jason's erection was hard, his passion for Sally awakened.
"OK, now we do it," said Sally to the girl.
The girl assumed a doggy position in the middle of the bed. Sally then
sat on her rear end facing to the rear.
"You OK?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Mmmhmmm," said the girl.
Sally sat up straight with her legs wide apart, which opened her pussy
a little. She motioned Jason to come near and she kissed him as he
knelt.
Sally then directed Jason's attention below and spoke.
"Jason, here's my pussy, the one you love to get into so much. But my
belly is already full of a baby and I'm not so interested in getting a
penis and sperm these days."
Jason could tell this was a trick, but he decided to let his beloved
make her case.
She then stroked her hands over the rear end of the girl she was riding
backwards. Her fingers met between the girl's legs and she gently
spread her lips to reveal a well-lubricated vulva with a vaginal
opening plainly visible.
"But here's a vagina that's never had a penis in it before. She's a
fertile girl, and a little sperm deposited up inside will make her
pregnant." Turning over her shoulder, she said, 'Would you like that?"
"Yes, very much," replied the sweet young thing.
"Would you like Jason's penis to press into your vagina?"
"Yes, please."
"And ejaculate there?"
"Yes, I would."
"Are you very sure?"
"Yes, very very sure," said the gorgeous young thing politely.
Sally put her hands on Jason's shoulders and looked at him earnestly.
"You know the doctors would love you to do it. Humanity would like you
to do it. I'd love you to do it. This girl would love you to do it. I
think it would feel good to you."
When she put it that way...
Sally pulled Jason's butt in a little towards them while she aimed his
cock at the virginal, fertile and eager vagina. She spread the lips and
rested his tip in the warm, wet flesh just outside the vaginal opening.
"Push in, honey, for me -- please?" Sally asked.
He pushed, and the virgin's sheath opened to accommodate his timid
intrusion. He felt the difference. Sally's vagina when she made it
available to him these days was wet and smooth, plenty adequate for his
pleasure. But in a sense it was just humoring him. Sex helped keep him
bonded to Sally and kept him happy, but it was sort of play-acting.
This girl's vagina was totally different. The wet, hot stickiness was
eager and earnest, it gripped him hungrily, and a slightly grainy
quality demanded his attention and further intrusion. The girl's entire
reproductive future rested on her vagina's ability to convince his
penis to disgorge sperm inside.
He kept sliding in. The girl herself made a plaintive "Mmmmmm" sound,
then his penis naturally slid back out partway.
His Sally was looking at him tenderly and smiling. "Mmm-hmmm," she
coaxed. "Again," she whispered, pulling him in towards her with her
hands behind his butt.
Jason's body was churning down below. The girl's vagina was caressing
his penis with a virginal, fertile, urgent friction.
Sally must have picked up on Jason's state. She grabbed Jason's butt
more firmly and pulled it towards her firmly. "Let it happen, sweetie!"
she whispered.
With everything emotional and physical lined up in harmony, all pointed
the same way, his penis swelled and sperm gushed into the girl. He
gasped at the perfection of the overall experience, including at its
core the heavenly ecstasy of impregnating orgasm.
When his spurts died down he pulled out and collapsed back and to the
side, landing heavily in a sitting position.
Sally got up off the girl, who solemnly stood and began dressing.
'Wait," he said to her and scooted over to sit in front of her. He
gently stroked her hair with his left hand. He had a strong temptation
to let his hand slide lower, over that perfect breast, stomach... But
that was what he didn't want to do. Not doing that was what he owed to
Sally. "OK," he said reluctantly.
"Thank you for making me pregnant," she said almost reverently, then
dressed and left.
Sally looked at Jason warmly. "How was that?"
"OK," said Jason, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.
"Fantastic," he corrected himself, and they both laughed.
"Hug me, kiss me, talk to me, hold me at night -- but put the sperm
into girls who can make good use of it," she said.
Jason and Sally embraced outside the door. The hug was more than a
little awkward over Sally's huge belly.
"Have a good time, honey -- but not too good."
"Of course, Sally. I'm always thinking of you."
"See you tomorrow."
They exchanged a kiss.
Then he entered the room and shut the door behind him. The room
featured a king size bed and a tiny aisle. There on the bed were four
naked girls. Jason rapidly stripped to match their wardrobe. His cock
grew.
He knew he had already fathered a child with two of them, one of the
others had had a child by another man, and the fourth had never
conceived so far. Ordinarily the four of them shared a room, so they
all cycled together, and they were presently all fertile. Jason had
twenty-four hours to impregnate them. Instead of four separate
orchestrated brief fucks from the rear, there was more room here for
playfulness, conversation and sexual fun.
"Look at it," said June to Amy, pointing to Jason's cock.
"Wud iz it?" said Amy playfully, pretending to be a much younger girl.
"It's a penis."
"Wuzzit do?"
"It makes babies."
"How?"
"You watch later, you'll see."
"Ah, my gorgeous young ladies," said Jason. "I'd be happy to make an
exploratory expedition into any wet caves that might present
themselves."
The four looked at each other excitedly. Hands descended between legs
and little rhythmic motions were accompanied by earnest, longing
glances at Jason's penis, which itself came to peak hardness watching
the display the girls were putting on.
Soon all four girls lay back, legs spread wide.
"Not that way," he said. "Not yet. That's too... intimate. Butts up in
the air."
The four rearranged themselves.
"Mmmm, very nice," Jason said as his cock slid into Amy's pussy. "Wet,
tight, but not painfully so. Give me a squeeze... yes, moderate
squeeze. And let's see... pretty short. Good cunt."
"Jason!" said Joan. "You used a dirty word!"
"Bwahahaaaa," he said, and they all giggled.
"Mmmmm, not bad at all," he said as his cock slid into Joan. "Kind of
loose in the upper part, but ... ooooo, that's nice... the cervix is
very definite and gives a good kiss to my cock tip."
"You've never had a baby, I can tell," Jason said as he explored
Belle's depths. "You're firm and tight all the way up. Very even
pressure, a little rough. I'd better not stay in here too long or I'll
come too soon... Give me a squeeze... Is that all you got? Oh well, you
don't need one."
June's pussy was entirely average. He couldn't think of much to say
about it. Of course an average vagina was a very exciting organ, more
than adequate for inducing great pleasure and an impregnating
ejaculation.
"OK, boob contest!" he announced. "I lie here on my back, and you
dangle your boobs over my mouth so I can suck them one by one." All of
the nipples were entirely adequate. Belle's were much smaller, of
course, as she had never nursed a baby. The fact that Joan's breasts
were kind of big and heavy was a curiosity, but he found it neither
especially exciting nor a turnoff.
The girls assumed a configuration Jason had never heard of before.
Belle and Joan lay on their backs a couple feet apart, parallel but in
opposite directions. Amy and June lay crosswise face down. Each girl's
pussy had a mouth to lick it, and the licking began. Mouths moaned as
they licked; hips writhed.
Jason decided it was time. Nudging the other girls out of the way, he
slid his cock into Belle's very wet pussy and began a classic fuck,
with long slow strokes. The girl was so excited from the tongue she had
just been receiving that she came within a minute.
The other three girls watched cock flash in and out of vagina,
something they had never actually seen before -- something very
exciting. Jason didn't linger too long before blasting the nullipara's
smooth, uniform cunt with a load of juicy sperm. He'd make her into a
primipara and in due time a multipara.
After he pulled out the other three set upon Belle. Joan slapped her
face, Amy yanked her hair, and June bounced up and down on her stomach.
"You guys!" shouted Belle.
"OK, that's enough," said Amy with a broad smile.
Jason was relieved by this adjustment. The girls got to dish out their
own rough stuff to each other, saving him the need.
After some lazing around, Jason had the three without sperm teeming in
their vaginas line up in missionary position, and he fucked each one
slowly, appreciating the tender attention of each pussy. He moved from
one to the next, over and over, getting more excited each time. He
finally let loose in June, plastering her with the stuff of life. He
rolled off and turned away from her, happy to bask in his hazy pleasure
and miss whatever form of torment the other three inflicted on her as
his cock slowly shrank.
After a couple hours of further conversation and some supper, he lay on
his back and invited the girls to give each other riding lessons. He
thoroughly enjoyed pussy clinches as each girl bounced up and down,
each treating herself to an orgasm. They commented on each other's
technique and found some new things to try.
Jason fell asleep in a delicious tangle of nubile girl. After they woke
and had breakfast, Joan got on her hands and knees and presented her
butt to Jason, wiggling it back and forth seductively. He ignored her
for a while, then decided that if she felt like she was in heat, he'd
respect that and respond accordingly.
He rather unceremoniously grabbed her butt, slid his dick home, and
gave her a wild, fast fucking, touching each time against that luscious
little cervix before coating it with a copious dose of sticky sperm.
He made Amy into a marathon. He covered her in missionary position and
slid in and out for forty-five minutes. Mostly he kept the pace slow,
though he sped up twice in the middle to send the itching girl over the
edge into orgasm before returning to a meditative screwing rhythm. He
picked up his pace to send her to a third orgasm, and this time he
tacked on a frantic coda of his own and fertilized the fourth of his
young beauties. The others nudged him off gently so they could bite the
girl's nipples, give her an Indian sunburn, and squish her stomach.