Spreading
Genes In Tight Spaces
by Sterling
Chapter 5 of 5
When Jason woke up he noticed the difference at once. The furnishings
were the same, but there was noticeably more room. The floor felt
different -- a little warmer. The air smelled strange too. They had
landed on the planet. They had tried to keep his environment as
familiar as possible, but they could only go so far.
Jason had been spared the mix of stress and excitement that accompanied
the landing and frenzied construction. Other people had their tasks.
His task was being a reliable fucker.
There was a note on his computer from Rebecca:
"Dear Jason, That was a fantastic time, and I'm the luckiest girl in
the whole world and I love you forever. But I don't want to get in the
way of what you and Sally have. You need to be able to concentrate on
fathering children and not worrying about me. So let's never see each
other again, OK? xxx oooo"
And that was the end of Rebecca as an active presence in his life.
Jason missed her at first, and he never forgot her, but he was also
relieved.
Eve had been treated the same as anyone else the whole time she was
growing up, but now she was treated very differently. She was the one
who was sent out on the most critical exploratory trips, the one to
collect samples in areas with high radiation concentrations, the one
who could make an emergency repair with her bare hands instead of
needing clumsy gloves.
Artificial insemination worked no better on the planet's surface than
it had in space, and Jason was kept very busy tucking his sperm into
the most fertile vaginas.
Alice was even more beautiful than he had predicted, he thought as she
stripped to reveal her perfect 13-year-old body. She was his daughter
and great-grand-daughter, though some other man had inserted his genes
into the line as her grandfather. The resemblance was unmistakable, but
she was much more attractive than he was -- even accounting for the
natural gender differences in appearance.
He remembered the video he had seen of her when he was last awake. It
had been seven years before, but for him only a few weeks had passed.
Her mother had fitted her out in very becoming outfits -- a white dress
and a red bikini. Naturally she had also included some nude shots.
Alice had had no idea that anyone would be looking at her body in a
sexual way and would have found it very yucky if she had.
And he hadn't really. He wasn't attracted to her at age six, but he was
imagining how sexy he thought she would be at thirteen. Mothers engaged
coaches on how to make the best videos. It wasn't too surprising that
including some nude shots of six-year-olds, especially a few with their
legs spread wide, would make Jason more likely to predict he would find
them sexy at age 13.
Jason should have become obsolete as breeding stock when some of his
sons were born who were resistant to radiation themselves. They should
have been able to breed true with young women like Eve -- all their
children guaranteed to be radiation-resistant. But while the
radiation-resistant women like Eve were as fertile as any other woman,
the young men were all sterile.
So there were no men better than Jason at spreading the key gene. There
should have been a great many who were just as good, but they weren't.
There was apparently some other gene or combination of genes that
contributed to radiation resistance, and while some of his sons were
pretty good at fathering radiation-resistant children, he was still the
best.
Jason had a slightly higher success rate at impregnating girls he found
especially attractive, or at least there was data suggesting that. The
main factor, however, was that the demand for Jason's stud services far
exceeded what he could accomplish. Mothers wanted their grandchildren
to be radiation-resistant. Radiation sickness had taken a steep toll in
lives during the early years. While it was rarely a fatal problem now,
the energy and enthusiasm of radiation-resistant children was
unmistakable and the envy of all.
With the immense demand, Jason could afford to be picky, and he used it
to choose the girls he most wanted to screw.
There was the natural concern that Jason's inbred descendants would
have genetic abnormalities when rare defective genes of his showed up
in pairs. There was also some concern that the entire population was
going to be skewed in the direction of the traits that Jason found most
attractive -- whether physical, cognitive or temperament. When choosing
who to screw, however, it was the physical attributes that guided
Jason's choices most strongly.
He was only selecting for traits in females, which had an interesting
effect. His sons and grandsons and great-grandsons tended increasingly
to be of slight build and more delicate than beefy.
He had agreed that it made most sense for him to spend most of his time
frozen and wake up only now and then for a flurry of inseminations.
That allowed for back-crosses to continue over a great many generations
instead of limited to his lifespan. It also provided the opportunity to
take advantage of any scientific advances made over the years. Perhaps
they would be able to clone him successfully, for instance. There had
been attempts, but it took fourteen years for the clone to grow up so
his reproductive potential could be evaluated. The first ones had not
turned out to have whatever that "something extra" was that made him a
better source of radiation resistance than that one gene.
Thawing and freezing in lockstep with him was his beloved partner
Sally. While his playmates Katy and Leland and the rest were long dead,
Sally aged as he did. He liked to go down for his long naps curled on
his side with Sally spooned against his back.
Preparations began months in advance of his awakenings. Girls were
flown in from towns all over the planet. They were housed together in
their small groups so they cycled together, and with a few subtle
hormone treatments, they could be arranged to come into their fertile
periods in staggered fashion. There would be no girls who would pass
through their fertile periods uninseminated because Jason was
overbooked, and there would be no fallow periods without fertile
vaginas to be filled, leaving Jason's eager wriggling sperm with no
goal to swim for.
Jason evaluated girls between six and twelve years of age. It was the
girls in their teen years who were the most fertile and who to Jason's
taste had the sexiest bodies, and it was simple arithmetic to work
backwards from a planned seven-year nap.
Gorgeous Alice was one of his first-tier mates. But for every
first-tier mate there were five in the second tier.
Alice and five from the second tier were in the room, laid out on a
circular bed.
Alice was the prize, but all of them were gorgeous creatures with
perfect skin, firm breasts, beautiful faces and lovely smiles. All were
on their backs with their legs spread wide. All were at peak fertility.
And all had their hands between their legs, having masturbated to a
point of high arousal.
Sally accompanied him into the room and they hugged and kissed. "Have a
good time, Jason," Sally said softly with a loving smile. He squeezed
her hand and disrobed.
He eagerly crawled onto the girl to Alice's left, and returned her
sweet but urgent smile. As he descended, she guided his cock to her
opening, and the instant he pressed into her she went over the edge
into orgasm. He did several deep in-and-out strokes, feeling her
vaginal pulses. He felt some temptation to come right then and there,
but as he had already come twice that day in other first-tier girls it
wasn't so hard to hold back.
He pulled his glistening penis out of that one and scooted over to his
right. This lovely redhead actually started orgasming just watching his
penis approach, though she kept enough equanimity to guide him to her
opening so she could reach fuller satisfaction.
Around he went until he had probed the eager pussies of all five. It
was then time for Alice herself.
He began the same way, and Alice also exploded into orgasm as he
entered her. But this time he wasn't just paying a social call. He
jammed his cock back and forth in this specimen of perfect femininity
for several minutes, feeling his pleasure build as her vagina gripped
him. He lay down on her so their skin touched all over. He held her
arms up in a position of surrender, his forearms and upper arms
matching hers and pressing against them. As Alice approached her third
orgasm he lifted himself up so he could see the beautiful girl beneath
him so hungry for the consummation of his own orgasm, his ejaculation
deep in her fertile vagina. He could tell she was trying to maintain
eye contact, but her eyes closed involuntarily as the ultimate pleasure
overtook her.
Jason closed his eyes too as he spurted his semen in several strong
pulses up into the girl's pulsing vagina. However often he did this, he
never tired of it. It always felt magnificent physically, and in all
other respects it felt right and true.
He slid out and onto his back, reaching out a hand on either side to
cup and idly fondle the mounds of Alice and the girl on her left.
His cock softened, but in thirty seconds Sally came forward and took it
in her mouth, and with her expert tongue action he was soon hard again.
Now Alice slid off the circular bed onto a padded fairly high table
with stirrups and arranged herself as a woman would for an internal
exam.
The other five girls all turned over into doggy position, fondling
themselves again to get to the brink of orgasm.
The round bed was actually a giant Lazy Susan or a somewhat oversized
merry-go-round. For some reason this configuration appealed to Jason,
and he now unlocked it to let it turn.
Sally dipped a blunt syringe about the size of a pencil into Alice's
vagina and drew out the tiniest bit of the mixture teeming with
swimming sperm. She then inserted it into the reproductive opening of
the first of the second-tier girls until she felt the tip press against
the deep end of her vagina. She then pressed the plunger.
As she withdrew it, Jason moved into position behind her and shoved his
cock in deep, chasing and stirring around his own little blob of sperm.
He humped in and out vigorously, grappling the girl's rear end roughly.
He pulled out after thirty seconds. Then he rotated the Lazy Susan one
stop clockwise before locking it into position again. The procedure was
repeated five times.
Ordinary artificial insemination didn't work. But when preceded and
followed by an orgasm-inducing intrusion from the source penis, it had
some chance of success.
The chances of impregnating Alice from this one sex act were about 80%,
and each of the others had about a 15% chance. The girls felt it was
well worth it.
Between mating times, Jason retreated to relax in a small room he
shared with Sally -- given the cramped quarters he had grown up in, he
never was comfortable relaxing in large rooms.
He caught up on the news from the past seven years.
One item interested him especially. He had known that the vast majority
of the babies born on board ship had been girls. Investigation revealed
that while the medical technology available on the ship could have been
used to conceive more girls than boys, it wasn't enough to account for
the ratios. They concluded that most of those frequent miscarriages had
been the induced termination of male fetuses.
Jason and Sally were served gourmet meals -- in that respect they were
delighted to move past the tasteless mush they had eaten aboard ship.
He worked out on the weight room and even took a turn running on that
most amazing thing for the immense space it occupied -- an indoor
track. He granted an exclusive interview to a lucky journalist and met
a few politicians. Doctors examined him thoroughly.
He looked through the files of girls vying for his insemination the
next time he woke up and made his choices, with some help and amused
repartee from Sally.
He also enjoyed looking at another sort of video compilation. His
sexual liaisons had been videotaped since shortly after they landed on
the planet. He could call up the file on any one of his thousands of
children and, along with pictures from various ages and a host of other
information, he could see the video of his or her conception. He could
spot the exact moment when he had ejaculated his sperm into the child's
mother to create that new life. On one side of his split screen he
enjoyed a replay of the frenzied deep penetration corresponding to his
ejaculation, on the other pictures of the resulting child, two or five
or twenty years later.
But mostly he spent his hours relaxing alone with Sally, talking,
snuggling, watching movies, and having sex. He rarely spilled any of
his seed into her, but he relished giving her orgasms and enjoyed the
pleasure of her familiar innards.
After a couple months, it was time to do his Rip Van Winkle act once
more.
It was a very special year: the 900th anniversary of The Landing. A
peaceful, unified world society of 130,000,000 souls was celebrating
its beginning.
As part of the festivities, Jason and Sally were thawed, of course. In
terms of their own physiology and experience, they were both about 45
years old. They were the only two people alive who had been born before
The Landing.
Children's museums across the planet accurately replicated the physical
conditions of the voyage. Jason and Sally were moved in complex ways as
they visited, reminded of their childhood. It was not ancient history
for them, but even in terms of their own experience the memories were
decades old.
What the museums could never capture was how it had felt to be in space,
knowing of a planet called Earth by videos, knowing nothing of what was
to come, just living their entire lives the way they lived them. Jason
and Sally hadn't thought of bland food, cramped quarters, and being
raised largely by as unusual at the time. That was just their
life. They had thought about games, about friendships and squabbles
with the other kids, and about the babies they cared for. The others
just didn't get it.
For their part, Jason and Sally couldn't follow the intricacies of the
new society very well, and after a point they lost interest in all but
the briefest summaries of what had gone on while they were sleeping
last.
Jason and Sally thought everyone else talked in a very strange and
displeasing accent, while all the rest thought they spoke in an
incredibly cute archaic speech.
Jason and Sally spent more and more time alone with each other.
A precise calculation revealed that Jason was the source of 57% of the
human genetic material on the planet. There was a meticulously
documented society of about 15,000 who had no genes of his at all, but
the rest were all his descendants to some degree.
His radiation-resistant genes were no longer of much interest. Five
hundred years before the scientists had perfected a strain of bacteria
that largely nullified radiation's deleterious effect on the body. They
had injected it into fertilized eggs where it became another organelle,
passed on from every girl to all of her descendants.
However, cultural traditions develop a life of their own, and getting
inseminated by the great Jason was a rare honor of the highest order.
Among Jason's mates were the most attractive teens out of a population
of 130,000,000.
He also accepted as mates those suggested by others: geniuses,
world-class musicians, performers and athletes. He consented to fuck
the daughters and grand-daughters of the elite of world politics and of
the super-rich. All of these girls that other people chose still had to
be notably attractive to qualify, even if not possessing world-class
looks.
In terms of the insemination setting, Jason now did most girls one at a
time in private.
Jason and Sally ran a few of the Lazy Susan fertilization exercises
because they were of historical interest.
The 24-hour play sessions with a group of four girls, the staple of his
golden years, were rare. The beauty of that setting was the opportunity
for joking, teasing and bantering, and that just didn't work any more.
Now the girls were in awe of him, and they found his personality and
outlook as strange as he found theirs.
However, male and female form and physiology had not changed in 900
years. The nerves giving pleasure had not moved, nor had the patterns
of stimulation causing that pleasure. Vaginal lubricant still eased the
passage of a penis, both sexes passionately desired the union, and
swollen purpled penis tips still disgorged semen in slick pussies.
Sperm still wriggled to waiting eggs, and implanted eggs still grew to
babies inside wombs.
Jason didn't think any profound thoughts as he humped away in the
beauty Tlorzik below him who moved from one orgasm to the next with
ever less time between. She was the most beautiful girl who had ever
lived -- or one of the hundreds of girls who all qualified for the
honor, all different in their specifics but indistinguishable in degree
of perfection.
He didn't think much of the video cameras all around -- he knew their
liaison was being broadcast but didn't care. She was sexy, she was
fertile, she wanted it, and he was about to fulfill his most primal
desire and squirt his life-giving fluid as far up her virgin cunt as he
could manage.
The girl knew, however. She knew that tens of millions of people were
watching. Millions of boys and girls watched, alone or in groups,
masturbating. Hundreds of thousands of girls chose to lose their
virginity at the same moment Tlorzik lost hers. Millions of couples
watched live on wide-screen TVs as they fucked away, replicating
Jason's motions as he fucked her.
By custom, they were all striving to reach orgasm exactly when Jason
did. So when he did climax and spew forth his seed into Tlorzik, it
sent waves around the planet.
Pussies contracted and girls gasped. Arcs of semen shot out onto boys'
stomachs or their sheets or right onto the TV screen. With couples,
thousands of intra-vaginal ejaculations across the planet celebrated
his while the female tube squeezed and pulsed around the spurting male
member. Hundreds of babies were conceived.
Tlorzik would achieve a measure of fame and earn the envy of all her
peers. And she would conceive twins, as Jason once again achieved his
purpose in life.
Jason would inseminate a hundred girls during the six weeks he was up.
Every one would be broadcast live, allowing couples to tune in when it
suited them. Thousands of fanatics -- boys, girls, and couples --
sought to match orgasms with Jason every single time.
Then it would be time for Jason and Sally to go back to sleep. Perhaps
they would sleep 20 years this time, before thawing so Jason could
impregnate the beautiful and famous once more.