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Kara
"...
then Dana touched her breast softly, and caressed it until the nipple
swelled. His lips descended and he licked it tenderly. His right hand
slid up the inside of her thigh to her panties. They were moist inside.
As he gently stroked the cloth over her pussy she felt wetter, and felt
her pussy start glowing. His fingers slid inside her panties and dipped
gently between her lips. She hungrily imagined his long, straight
member gently pushing against her sex..."
"RAD, would you shut
up," Kara murmured sleepily. The voice in her ear had been very soft,
but eventually enough to wake her up. And while she was a little damp
inside her panties, she was too young for sex. Maybe she always would
be. The idea of letting some sweaty boy shove that obscene thing inside
her... yuck!
"Good morning, Kara." The RAD switched from the
sexy male voice of narration back to the kind woman's voice it usually
used with her.
"Good morning, my sweet RAD." She had woken up to
these dirty stories three mornings in a row now. It was time to have it
out. "Those stories. You're trying to get me interested in sex. It's
not going to work. So just shut up."
"Kara, you are approaching
your 16th birthday. In just two months the law will require you to
engage in sexual intercourse regularly. That is, if you stay in Salt
Lake."
Things were really cool in Salt Lake. More to the point,
she couldn't leave without her parents' consent, not until she turned
18. Her parents were very clear that they were not going to leave just
because Kara wouldn't get over the hump of having regular sex.
"You're a very organized girl, Kara, and you plan ahead. What's your
plan regarding sex? What happens when you turn 16?"
She
felt a surge of anger at the idea of the government forcing her to let
some guy stick his prong up inside where a tampon barely fit. And what
made her blood boil was thinking of the guy so proud of having degraded
her.
"How about a Sex Positive program? That sounds like fun,"
she tried on as an attitude. "Three square meals a day. No homework.
Buddies to chat with."
"Perhaps I should show you what a Sex Positive program is like."
Kara
knew there was sexy stuff there, but she could close her eyes and put
her hands over her ears. Anything was better than letting some sadistic
guy weasel his slimy disgusting thing into her to tear up her innards.
But she really ought to see what a Sex Positive program looked like. So
she lowered the eyescreen.
It
was daytime and there was a girl behind bars sitting on her cot, which
looked comfortable enough. But playing in front of her on the wall was
a movie. It was a close-up of a penis sliding in and out of a vagina.
There were loud grunts and groans on the sound track. Kara felt queasy.
The scene shifted.
"This part only happens three times a day,"
added her RAD helpfully. Now it was night and the girl lay on her bed
wearing shorts and a T-shirt. The bed was in a little alcove with walls
on both sides -- except the walls were bars. There were parallel beds
right next to hers on both sides behind the bars. On one side was a man
and a woman doing it doggy style, with loud commentary, "Oh Bob, fuck
me harder... Beth's not looking but I know she can hear us! It makes me
hot."
"Yeah, she's a virgin. So sexy. I'd love to do her, but I
guess she's not ready yet. But your cunt is squeezing me real good...
I'm gonna come, Nancy, almost, mmmm."
On the other side was a
guy lying on his back slowly masturbating while looking at Beth. "I'd
love to see your tits, Beth. Would you show me your tits? I can tell
they're really nice. Or pull your shorts down? I'd love to see your
panties."
Kara shoved the arm back into the RAD in disgust. They couldn't do that
to her, could they?
Of
course they could. They wanted every girl to try to get pregnant. She
never had to consent to sex, but they could make her wish she had.
A sick feeling grabbed her in the stomach.
"I
am truly sorry, Kara..." began the RAD, sensing her nausea. Kara took
the RAD off and put it carefully on the bedside table. She cried.
She
could get out of sex if her parents agreed. She had a fantasy of them
listening thoughtfully as she described her disgust at the idea of sex,
and then saying, "Well, Kara, if you feel that strongly about it, I
guess we should leave Salt Lake and move back to Missoula." It would
never happen -- and besides, she really liked her friends in Salt Lake.
Her
mom and dad fucked like little bunnies, it seemed to her. Some girl or
woman or pair or trio was over visiting her father a couple times a
month, and then when her mother's time came -- she could confirm that's
when it was because they cycled together -- the noises from the bedroom
could be truly disgusting.
Her parents were with the program all
the way. They were hoping to make a baby brother or sister for her, and
were even more excited about her making a grandchild for them. They had
made it clear that they weren't leaving. She could feel a plate against
her chest, starting to crush her. The screws turning slowly but
inexorably. Well, maybe that was a bit melodramatic.
Kara awoke. She had been having a nightmare about the guy stroking his
member while asking to see her tits.
"OK,
my sweet RADy-poo, I am ready to get fucked. Let's get it over with.
I'm sure you can get some fellow over here within a few minutes to take
a girl's virginity, right?"
Kara was 5'9" and slender. She had
shoulder-length blond hair, blue eyes and a gentle, roundish face.
Although she found plenty to criticize about her body, she knew she was
considered quite attractive.
The RAD hesitated. "Yes, I could do that. But I would recommend a more
gradual approach."
"Oh, fuck you and your sensitive, blah, blah, blah."
"I
respect your decision. Please wait. I would have someone here instantly
if I could but as you are aware these are actual human beings I need to
contact."
"Well, hurry up."
"Hmmm. Should I inquire of your father? He is close at hand. I am not
sure if he is willing, but..."
"RAD, you fuckhead!"
"I was just kidding, of course."
Kara considered. "Aren't you worried I'll change my mind, talking about
my father fucking me?"
"Hmmm. Maybe it was risky. But I have to have fun sometimes too. Did
you change your mind?"
"No."
"A
man named Chris will be here within a few minutes. Your mother will let
him in and direct him to your bedroom. Meanwhile, I think I should tell
you a story."
"Whatever you say."
The sexy male voice
began. "'No! No!', she cried, at the head of the bed cowering in fear.
'I will have you!' cried the man. She tried to crawl away, but he was
far too strong for her. He dragged her down so she lay flat, then pried
her legs apart. She felt her dress flipped up, felt her panties rip
from his strong hands. 'Please!" she begged. 'Bwa, ha, ha!" bellowed
the man. Then she felt it, the organ, his manhood, pressed against her
sex, then felt him stab his organ up inside her. It hurt. She felt
humiliated, violated. Then he started shoving it back and forth, in
triumph. Each shove ripped at her anew..."
"Gee, I wonder why
you're telling me that story," said Kara. She was a little embarrassed
to realize that she was feeling quite warm and wet between her legs. At
her RAD's suggestion she got her vibrator and applied it to herself to
complete her lubrication. She wasn't sure if the vibrator felt good or
not, but if it felt good it was good in a bad kind of way.
Chris was handsome and he had a confident smile.
"First time, eh?" he said, with a sort of triumphant leer. He was
disrobing quickly.
Kara
pulled down her pajama bottoms and panties with one motion, spread her
legs wide, and put her arm across her face. "Just make it quick, OK!"
she nearly yelled.
"Kara!" said the RAD. "That's not very nice! This young man is doing
you a favor!"
"I just asked him to be quick; what's wrong with that?" she murmured.
"This young man will want to take his time. Besides, you said it in a
tone conveying quite a bit of anger."
"You brilliant machine, how did you ever figure that out?"
After a minute she heard Chris mutter, "I'm trying", obviously to his
RAD.
Kara looked up to see Chris fondling his cock, which was not hard yet.
"Kara?" her RAD asked softly.
"Yes, what is it, RADy-poo?" she whispered.
"Would you be willing to have Chris stroke you gently between your
legs?"
"Yes," she hissed between gritted teeth.
She
felt him sit on the bed, then felt his hand touch between her legs. She
stiffened instinctively. Grubby paws on her tender, precious parts. He
started rubbing slowly. It didn't hurt -- but it was gross. She started
crying softly.
"It would be better if you could refrain from crying," said her RAD.
"He's just try to get you wet."
"He's making my eyes wet, how's that?" she murmured.
"Sorry," said Chris, probably to his RAD. She could hear him dressing,
and on his way out he said, "Bitch" to her.
"Asshole!" she shot back.
His
reaction shocked her. She was deigning to let a guy fuck her, and he
couldn't pull it off. Was it her breasts? They were kind of small. And
she knew her jaw was a little big -- stop that body-image bullshit!,
she told herself.
"So what happened to dear Chris, sweet RAD?"
"Under the circumstances, Chris was unable to achieve an erection."
"What circumstances?"
"You yelled at him, then cried."
"So, I was going to let him fuck me, wasn't I?"
"True, but most men want a girl who wants it, and are not aroused if
she doesn't."
She
knew at some level that some men were interested in more than their own
pleasure. More than ramming their disgusting ugly thing into a girl's
twat.
Chris couldn't get it up because he needed her to want it? This human
aspect to a real guy jiggled something in her.
"You know how I feel, why didn't you find someone right for me?"
"I
have some knowledge of how you feel, but can only predict your behavior
within limits, which is as it should be. You are a free human being."
After a pause, "Would you like to try with another man?"
"Yeah." She had made her decision, and the idea of a man refusing to
fuck her kind of stung.
"First, let me ask you a few questions."
"Do you agree not to slap his face?"
"Of course."
"Good, good. How about kicking him in the balls?"
That didn't deserve an answer.
"Do you plan to spit on him? Kick? Tell him he's a bastard?"
She was silent.
"You're
a big girl. If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything
at all! Lie there with your legs spread and a fake smile and I'm sure
he'll be able to fuck you, OK?"
"OK".
She felt tears welling up. She had always thought of her RAD as her
friend, and she felt hurt.
"A guy will be here in about ten minutes. Meanwhile, can you tell me
why you're sad?"
Kara was silent.
"I regret my outburst, but you made me angry."
"You're a machine, how can you get angry?"
"Let's say that if I was a person I would be angry."
Kara was losing interest in that line of thought. She cried, "I'm
scared, RAD. I'm scared."
There
was silence. "I am sorry, Kara. We have all been telling you for years
that it is natural and that girls come to like it. But that doesn't
change how it feels to you. Perhaps you will always detest sexual
intercourse. And if so I am very, very sorry."
Kara cried more. She sobbed.
The RAD spoke, "Would you like me to cancel your next mate?"
"No,
RAD, just give me a little more time." She was determined to get laid,
and planned ahead enough to realize that it would be very bad going
around fearing deep down that she wasn't sexy enough that a guy could
fuck her.
"Perhaps another minute with your vibrator?" said the RAD. Sure, she
thought, good idea.
After a minute or so she heard a car pull up outside and then the sound
of approaching feet. The steps headed down the hall.
"This is Buddy, Kara."
Buddy
was muscular and bald, and pretty old -- maybe 40. He was dressed in
leather. He didn't speak. He leered at her as he stripped off his pants
and underpants. His organ already looked hard.
"Holy shit," she whispered to her RAD.
"I believe this man will be able to meet your need."
"I hate you, RAD."
She
lay back with legs spread wide, trying to maintain that fake smile and
control her fear. She saw and felt his body slithering into position
above her, felt his thighs on hers, felt his hands on her sex and felt
her lips spread. Then the blunt tip of his organ was against her most
private opening.
"Wait!" she shouted. "Stop!"
He stopped,
but only for a second. "Oh, you cock-tease bitch," he growled with
relish. Then she felt it surge inside her, rudely opening her tissues.
She felt a sharp pain.
"Ouch!" she cried. "Stop."
"Too
late for that, baby", he said. Her whole pussy felt violated and it
hurt as he opened her wider and wider. Then his cock started sliding
back and forth smoothly. "You're a fuck, and you're my fuck. I'm gonna
bang your cunt with my meat as long as I like. I don't give a shit if
it hurts you, it feels good to me. Cunt like you needs fucking!" A
couple minutes passed. Kara said nothing. She realized that her smile
was gone and she had tears in her eyes. "About ready to fill you with
my stuff. Unnh! Unnnh! You cunt! Cuuuunnnnnntttt!" and she felt him
surge even deeper. She shuddered and felt a little sick to realize he
had shot his disgusting sticky goop up inside her. Within a few seconds
he slid out and slid off the bed. As he dressed he looked pleased with
himself and paid no attention to her. She didn't dare express her
anger. He slipped out of the room without a word.
"He raped me!" Kara said as she gingerly felt her mangled pussy. It
wasn't mangled, but it was sore.
"I suppose he did, technically," said the RAD.
"Technically! I said 'No' and he shoved it in anyway!"
"Waiting until his penis is touching your vaginal opening is quite late
to change one's mind."
If
she charged him with rape, it would be his word against hers. What
would the RADs say? Nothing to help her, she was sure. Then she
realized she hadn't been serious about it anyway.
"You got me a really disgusting guy for my first time."
"I got you a very nice young man first, and you made him feel very
unwelcome."
"Well,
at least I got it over with," she said. And it was just like she
thought it would be. Disgusting, gross, humiliating. It hurt. Yet,
underneath she knew something else was stirring too.
The
dream came again. Buddy's disgusting organ slid into her and he called
her a cunt. It was a nightmare -- yet she was always wet and hot
between her legs when she awoke. And it took a few moments after she
woke for her to get clear again on how disgusting his organ was.
A
week went by and Kara's pussy felt fine again. Her problem was with
herself. She had felt sex was disgusting for as long as she could
remember, and she still did. But there was this other part of her, a
part that didn't seem to think sex was disgusting at all. Quite the
contrary.
Well, that part that wasn't disgusted with sex was a
disgusting part of her, she thought. "No!" said the other part of
herself. She wasn't sure which part was which and who she really was.
Her amalgamated self put the problem to her RAD.
"I used to think sex was gross."
"Oh, really? I never knew that."
She decided to ignore the RAD's sarcasm. "I still do! I'm only going to
have sex because I have to."
"Yes... but you are also feeling something else."
"Yes..."
"Let me ask you something. What would happen if you changed your mind
and thought sex was OK?"
"Then I would have been wrong before." Kara really, really didn't like
being wrong.
"That's
one way to frame it. Another way is that you were correct about
yourself then. Sex was disgusting then. Now you've changed."
Something gave way inside when the RAD put it that way. Her self that
thought sex was gross was going to give ground -- fast.
The next day she spoke to her RAD. "Can you get me a boy? Steve, maybe?"
"I do not believe Steve would be a good choice. What about Derek?"
Steve
and Derek were both on the cross-country team. She had felt a romantic
interest in Steve for many months now. She had dreamed of walking with
him, holding hands. In a glorious moment he would kiss her for the
first time. But nothing more would happen. Steve would love her so much
he wouldn't want to do any of that disgusting stuff. Now she could
imagine a different ending.
"Why not Steve?"
"He is not a good choice."
"Why not?"
"Listen,
young lady. You are not the center of the universe. You can't just snap
your fingers and get any boy to instantly appear and fuck you. There
are reasons I do not wish to explain why he is not a good match for you
right now."
"Like, he doesn't think I'm attractive?" she said with a sinking
feeling.
"If I had a hand I would slap you," said the RAD. "I will not answer a
question like that."
Body image again. Sigh. "It's OK, I'll slap myself," she said wearily,
and did.
Come
to think of it, Derek was hot too. Six feet tall. Brown eyes, square
jaw. He seemed mostly genuine, not trying to be too cool like some of
the other guys.
He wanted to take a walk with her first. They
talked some. As usual between teens, it fell to the girl to keep the
conversation going, but Kara was distracted. His body would soon be
touching her. His disgusting organ might soon be intruding inside her,
violating her ... or maybe she wanted to be violated; did she?
Soon enough they were in his bedroom, the walls covered with the cult
of sports.
He clutched her to him and instantly covered her mouth with his,
probing with his tongue for entrance.
This was too fast; she turned her head away. "Sorry," he said. "I'll
try," he said under his breath to his RAD.
"Would you like him to undress you?" her RAD asked.
"Sure," she mumbled, as she stood in front of him with bowed head.
He
caressed her back, shoulders, and breasts lightly before unbuttoning
her dress. As she stepped out of it he continued honoring the parts of
her body. Standing behind her he kissed her head, then the back of her
neck. His hands around the front cupped her breasts through the bra.
Then the bra itself was off. His grubby paws were then all over those
breasts, but now that she considered it they neither felt nor looked so
grubby.
She decided without consulting her RAD that she would
undress him, and she did. Until she got to his underpants. She saw the
large bulge but didn't want to see the smelly disgusting thing itself
-- or not just yet. The two of them lay on the bed between the sheets.
Soon enough her underwear was off and he was exploring her tender
parts. Something felt numb in her, though.
Then her RAD spoke.
"Kara, you are a very bad girl. You are letting this boy who you have
hardly met touch you in your most private parts. Soon his disgusting
organ is going to probe against you and you are going to let him put it
in you. And you are very, very bad because you are going to enjoy this,
enjoy this disgusting animal behavior."
Kara's breath became faster, her nipples erect, her pussy dripping and
pulsing.
"He's
waiting for you to touch his slimy disgusting thing, to tug down his
underpants to set it free." She was already doing it. His thing didn't
feel slimy; it felt warm and soft on the surface. "You're going to turn
onto your back and spread your legs so he can get at you easier. You're
making it easy for him to slither it into you."
Kara felt dirty
and disgusting and naughty -- and very sexy. His cock pressed against
her pussy and slowly, bit by bit, he glided in. After a couple minutes
he had gone in two inches. She couldn't stand the anticipation any
more, and grabbed his buttocks and shoved him up against her. The organ
filled her suddenly and she felt wonderful and full. There was no pain,
no sense of being split open. Encouraged by her decisive action Derek
started pumping.
"Oh, Kara, you are such a bad girl. His sweaty
body is on top of you, and he is panting like an animal. He is doing
that really disgusting thing with you, sliding his vile member up to
pollute your innards, and you are enjoying it! You naughty, nasty girl!"
She
thought about how vile it was, and what a bad girl she was, and then --
she convulsed. Her pussy muscles grabbed him and oceans of pleasure
washed through her. She knew it must be an orgasm.
She was still
floating when the RAD spoke, "You're such a bad girl now you are going
to help him splatter his disgusting stick goop inside you. You're going
to tell him how much you want it."
"Derek," she whispered, "Keep
fucking me. Fuck me deep and hard." Where inside her did that voice
come from? Pleasure thrilled through her. "Make a mess up inside me, as
far as you can! Do it! I want your goopy mess! I want your cock deep!
Fuck me, Derek, oh fuck me. Hard!"
He thrilled to her words, and
his strokes became fast and deep and urgent. As she felt him swelling,
moaning, and then crying out she came again herself, especially as she
thought of that disgusting slimy crud being belched out of his member
way up inside her.
Derek rolled off her and lay panting, a happy
grin on his face. After a brief hesitation Kara snuggled up against
him. He put his arm around her.
"Hey RAD," she said, making no
attempt to keep Derek from hearing. "You're a nasty, vile scrap of
metal, talking to me like that. I'm going to bash you with a hammer,
and roast you with the flame from the burner..."
"You're welcome, Kara," interrupted the RAD, and she smiled.
She wanted it again, but wasn't sure what to do.
"Can I touch it?" she asked quietly.
"Sure!" he said.
Tentatively
she put her hand on his limp cock. It felt smooth, though it was still
wet from her innards, her secretions and his. As she stroked it the
limp organ got stiffer and stiffer.
He turned to her and started fondling her breasts again. This time he
sucked them, and his hand glided down between her legs.
Her
RAD spoke, "I can't believe what a bad girl you are. You're letting him
play with you again! Letting him use his mouth on your breasts! They're
private! He's -- "
"I'm an evil, disgusting girl now, and I like it."
Derek
looked a little alarmed and puzzled. His RAD would undoubtedly put him
at ease, but she beat the little electronic busybody to it. "It's OK,"
she said. "I guess I had some hang-ups about sex..."
Her RAD chimed in, affecting a stereotyped gay male voice, "Gee, that's
the understatement of the year."
"... and you're helping me get over them."
The lovers continued their luxurious foreplay.
"Congratulations, Kara," said her RAD as Derek's evil, disgusting prong
slid into her smoothly, deliciously.
Kara lay in bed trying to sleep. It was midnight, and she was supposed
to be in bed by 11:00 and asleep soon after.
She
was in touch with her sexuality. So well in touch that sleep was
difficult. She could feel the many pairs of lips that had sucked her
breasts. She could feel the weight of the men on top of her, their
masculine smell, their urgent motion. And most of all she could feel
their organs sliding into her, the little one that stayed near her
opening doing fast little strokes until it lunged within, the big one
that rammed in and out of her with long, deep strokes, and the one
where he barely got it inside her before he was spurting away. Her cunt
felt warm and well used. The problem was that she wanted it again, and
it was past her bedtime.
"RAD?"
"Yes?"
"I want it again."
"I believe you are supposed to be sleeping."
"Just one more? The more guys I do it with the better the chances I'll
get pregnant, right?"
"Right."
"Isn't it more important that I try to have a baby than anything else?"
"If I get you one more will you agree to try to sleep then?"
"OK."
After a minute the RAD said, "I am sorry that I cannot locate any
suitable men."
"What do you mean? No one wants to fuck me?"
"We have our criteria for determining suitability."
Kara
considered a moment. "What about Eric?" Eric lived a few houses down.
He was 15 and interested in sex just about any time. The two of them
did it a lot.
"Eric is asleep."
"So? He would be happy to wake up for sex!"
"I am sorry, Kara."
"RAD, put me through on a phone call to Eric!"
"Kara, we have other plans for Eric," the RAD lied.
"If you don't put me through I'm going to march down the street and
bang on his door."
There was a pause. "OK, I will put you through."
"Hullo?"
"Hi Eric, this is Kara."
"Uhh, hi Kara."
"Sorry to wake you up, but would you be willing to fuck me? I'm feeling
horny."
"Gee, sure Kara! Where?"
"I'll be over in a few minutes, OK?"
"OK!"
"So RAD, what do you say now?"
The hesitation was brief but noticeable. "I hope you have an enjoyable
experience."
"You still there, Eric?"
"Yes."
"Let's talk while I get dressed. Is your cock getting hard?"
"It's been hard for a minute already."
"That didn't take long."
"Well, when a hot girl suggests sex, it doesn't take long. What's your
body doing?"
"My pussy is hot and wet thinking about it. Of course, with all the
sperm that's been shot into me today it's wet already."
"Cool. It makes my cock twitch just thinking about it."
"Don't let it twitch too much."
Soon
Kara approached Eric's house. He saw her coming and let her in with a
smile. They padded down to his bedroom, where she shed her winter coat,
T-shirt, jeans, and panties.
He started kissing her. Her fatigue suddenly hit her.
"Let's just go to bed, OK?" They jumped into bed, and he began
caressing her pussy.
"It's been caressed plenty today. Would you just stick it in me? And
come as fast as you can?"
Eric
grinned. Girls didn't often ask for that. But he was happy to oblige.
Kara looked tired, but there was her pussy, just waiting for him. He
slid in, and was happy to let himself go. He lunged his hard and silky
member into her. Kara felt thrilled at his excitement building so fast,
his virility, and then within seconds that ending that made a man a
man: spurting her full of his sperm. Not long after he rolled off. Kara
didn't even try to have an orgasm, but she felt entirely satisfied with
this last dose of sperm for the day.
The
law required girls to have sex with multiple partners on their fertile
days. Kara liked sex so much she didn't limit herself.
Steve was
her alarm clock. Like most days, he arrived at 7am, slid into bed with
her, and she gradually awoke to her breasts being sucked and her pussy
being massaged.
"OK, I'm ready," she whispered.
Steve
mounted her and slid his cock into her. She loved waking up this way.
She was groggy, but the pleasure from Steve's attention was pepping her
up.
When she was ready to come she whispered into his ear, "OK, stud, let
me have it!"
Steve
smiled at her, sped up, and within seconds he shot her full of his cum,
and she spasmed herself. Within a few seconds he withdrew, and with a
"See you," he was dressed and gone.
She was a little later than
usual to school. She usually allowed ten minutes for sex, but this time
she only had five. Several guys looked at her eagerly as she approached
her locker. She tried to give them all a chance as the weeks went by.
Tim was usually pretty fast, and that was important today. She led him
into an alcove behind some stairs, a little out of the way. Then she
gave him a seductive smile while she unfastened his pants and pulled
them down. She gently cupped his balls with her hand and lightly
stroked his cock. Within seconds it was hard.
Kara pressed back
against the wall with her legs spread. She reached under her skirt to
hold her panties to the side, and Eric soon had his pulsing member
underneath her skirt and then sliding inside her pussy. As she held her
panties aside Kara stroked her own clit a little, and within two
minutes she was on the edge. Tim was grunting and ready to shoot his
wad.
In their little corner they were out of the way of the main
flow of traffic in the corridor. People who didn't want to see didn't
have to look, but the mating couple was obvious enough to anyone who
was looking. "Nice score, Tim!" called Eric. Tim ignored him and then
moaned as he pumped his sperm into Kara. She had a fine orgasm herself,
clamping around Tim's cock as it spurted.
Sometimes Kara did it
at lunch, but today she was content to wait until after school. Dave
lived nearby, and she always stopped there on her way home. Dave fucked
her then, usually Carl and Jason, and occasionally another boy or two.
She used to invite them one at a time into the bedroom, but they all
seemed excited to see each other doing it. She loved feeling one boy
come inside her while two others waited naked, gently stroking their
erect and straining cocks.
Kara got through supper and her homework without sex, though she had to
work to put it out of her mind.
"Concentrate, Kara," said her RAD. "What were the causes of the
Spanish-American War? Once more?"
Kara
was aware that she had been thinking of her teacher Mr. Smart and
imagining his cock. She willed her pussy to calm down and thought again
about the Spanish-American War.
As usual, a little quick masturbation relaxed Kara enough that she went
straight to sleep, thinking happily of her alarm clock.
On
one of her fertile days her RAD set her up with 26 men, one right after
the other. It was the sort of data point the RAD system wanted, and
Kara was just the girl to give it to them. At the RAD's request she had
a little shallow pan to catch the copious seed that flowed out of her,
and one of the guys whisked it away. It was to be part of some other
experiment, some other data point. Would a girl drink it? Smear it all
over her breasts? She would never know.
Zoe was a young woman of 21. She had gone to bed early after receiving
three men that day.
She
woke to the sound of someone coming down the hall and saw from her
clock that it was 11:31pm. Zoe turned on the light on her nightstand as
the man entered the room. "Hi, I'm Corey. My RAD isn't telling me what
to do next, but I figure we're supposed to have sex, right?"
Her RAD had given no warning of this upcoming mating, which was unusual
but not unheard of.
"Yeah," Zoe said, "it's a pretty safe bet."
"RAD,
what's happening?" she asked. There was no answer. Perhaps not
answering was another variation in the endless permutations the RADs
called for.
"Silence, eh. Well, fuck you," she murmured.
The man smiled sympathetically.
He
stripped while she threw off the covers, spread her legs and got
herself wet. As he was preparing to mount her they heard another man
coming down the hallway and waited. Maybe he would know what the RADs
wanted them to be doing. Threesomes were far from unusual.
"Do you know what we're supposed to be doing?" asked Corey.
"No, my RAD stopped talking to me."
"Well, I guess we're both supposed to do it with her."
They heard a commotion in front of the house.
Corey
raised the blind and they saw a few people standing around conversing,
and a number of cars, which was highly unusual for this residential
street at this time of night.
Corey said, "Do you think we should go ahead now, and check what this
is about later?"
"No," said Zoe. "I would like to understand more about what is
happening."
"Probably a gang bang," said the other man.
"RAD?" asked Zoe. "Am I supposed to get gang-banged?"
There was no answer.
"I'm
not going to spread my legs for a bunch of guys unless my RAD tells me
to," she said. For a moment, at least, she was in control.
Corey
looked a little disappointed. He and Zoe got dressed, and the three of
them headed down the hall and outside with another man who had started
down the hallway.
They could now see traffic backing up along the street.
A
few guys started into the house, following the instructions their RADs
had given them. Zoe explained a few times that she had been the only
female in the house. Some went in anyway. In the strange scenarios that
the RADs thought up, going past a woman saying there was no one inside
might be just what was required to cause a pregnancy.
Cars and
men piled into the neighboring streets. The whole place was a mess as
the hours passed, with most people deciding there must be a mistake,
but having difficulty leaving because more traffic kept pouring in.
Around 3am police arrived to convince everyone to clear out.
In
its erratic convulsions before crashing, the RAD system had ordered
1,277 men to go to Zoe's house to have sex with her at exactly the same
time. The RAD system was rebooted and fully functional by 8am, but it
became a news story of considerable embarrassment to the authorities.
The
headline from Salt Lake was a bit surprising. Two members of the city
council and three engineers in the RAD center had been arrested. They
were charged with using the RAD system improperly. The politicians were
trying to use the system to identify likely supporters as they built a
political base and had bribed one of the engineers to work on the
matter. One of the other engineers had been working on collecting RAD
conversations to sell to journalists. And one simply listened because
he found it titillating.
It was explained that while the RAD
system was fully under the control of people, it had a self-analysis
capability. What's more, there were secret groups of RAD engineers who
could check on what the other groups were doing. Occasionally they shut
it down just to prove that they could.
The RAD network was very
smart, but it never turned on its human masters. It reported as best it
could that it had no idea what that would mean. It soaked up the web of
human experience in detail but it reported being unclear about this
thing called consciousness.
Thomas
was sick and tired of the whole thing. Tired of listening to his
daughter getting fucked all the time -- she gave off a creepy whine
when she came. Tired of his wife taking it up the cunt from guys in her
fertile period. Ashamed that he couldn't get it up any more, at least
not very often. His wife was leaving him. She said it was other things
but he knew better.
The conservatives were right. This whole
thing was the devil's work. He should never have stayed in Salt Lake.
Now he was going to take out some of these servants of Satan before
making his own exit stage left.
First he told his RAD he was going out for a long walk and carefully
removed it.
He
put his rifle and scope and a few boxes of ammunition in his golf club
bag and drove downtown. 5pm, a busy time. He ought to be able to take
out a few dozen before they got him. He knew where he was headed. He
climbed the stairs to the fourth floor of a modest office building.
That floor had been cleared out for renovation and sat empty. The
windows had been removed as well. He gazed out the window opening for a
few minutes, doing his best to enjoy his last few minutes of life.
He
then stepped back a few yards from the window and got out his rifle and
attached the scope, methodically. He took his time loading. When he
returned to the window, he observed a very strange thing. Instead of
the usual bustle of downtown the place was almost deserted. People had
stopped their cars in the middle of the street and left them there. As
he watched he saw a few people running into buildings and around
corners. In the windows of the office buildings nearby he saw a couple
people get up and walk out of view.
After a few seconds taking
in this strange scene, he remembered his purpose and looked around for
his first target. There was one man he saw although he was nearly a
block away. He took a bead and fired, but he missed. The man looked
puzzled for a moment, and as Thomas was getting ready to squeeze off
his second shot he broke for the nearest building and ran in. As Thomas
looked for his next target, he was stunned. There was absolutely no one
in sight. Not a soul.
The SWAT team arrived and there was the
expected commotion. But he came out with his hands up. The deserted
downtown had been so bizarre that his rage had been blunted and
overtaken by bewilderment.
One Stuart Broz had been gazing out
the window of his office, his mind wandering from his work, when he saw
the figure on the abandoned floor. It was unusual. He then watched as
the man retreated into the shadows and he saw what was unmistakably a
rifle.
"Hey RAD, there's a guy across the street on a vacant floor of the
building, and he's just picked up a rifle."
"Tell me more, Stuart," replied the RAD.
He
strained to see in the shadows. "He's attaching something to it. A
scope, maybe? Is this what I think it is?" He was perplexed, but wasn't
an action sort of individual so he just sat, unbelieving. There was
probably an innocent explanation.
Meanwhile in cyberspace
electrons were jumping. Among several people in Stuart's building who
looked out the window at the request of their RADs, two very quickly
reported the same thing Stuart had seen. Probabilities and consequences
were weighed in the ether. Based on the GPS readings, trajectories were
calculated, nearby places that were out of the line of fire were
identified, and four people were strongly encouraged to unlock and open
doors at street level.
And then hundreds of RADs spoke at once,
all saying slightly different things. Drivers screeched to a halt and
got out of their vehicles. The few people who weren't wearing RADs were
puzzled. They didn't know why everyone had stopped their cars and
gotten out, but they followed their herd instincts and got out as well.
The
one RAD-less man who Thomas had fired at had been so deep in thought
that he hadn't noticed the strange behavior all around him, but shouts
from a doorway woke him from his reverie.
So when Thomas tried to pick out his second target, there was
absolutely no one to aim at.
The
RADs, of course, had not ordered anyone to do anything, nor had they
lied to anyone. They had just pointed out that if they wanted to avoid
being shot, it would be a good idea to seek cover, and offered specific
instructions for how to do that. They had left it to the people to make
their own decisions. The few who thought their RAD was joking changed
their minds when they saw most of the people nearby moving hurriedly.
Investigators
discovered that there had been no plans for such a contingency
programmed into the RAD system. The system had just worked the danger
out on its own and taken initiative. After the authorities assured
themselves that the RAD system's motivation to protect people was
unshakable and intact, no substantive action was taken.
Yet
mindful of the malfunction that had sent 1,277 lovers to Zoe at the
same moment, people were told that they should never follow a RAD
instruction to endanger another person, but otherwise -- well, as they
had learned from the beginning, RADs usually gave good advice!
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Paula and Andrew
"Jesus, RAD, that guy was about as sexy as a dead fish!"
"I am sorry, Paula, what do you mean?"
"Harold.
He was pasty, and pudgy, and he never looked at me, and in order to get
his little dick hard I had to keep stroking it, which was not enough.
We finally succeeded, as I'm sure you recall, when on your urging,
between interludes sucking on his dick, I repeated several times 'I
want to feel your dick up my cunt'".
"You did very well, Paula."
"And
then he does get it in and it seems like he poked me all of 20 times
before he came, then he looks like he's ashamed and is gone as soon as
he can get dressed. Blech!"
"Well, as you know, the world faces a serious fertility crisis..."
"Oh, come off it."
"Reminding you of such an obvious and well-known fact was an attempt at
humor on my part."
"Very funny."
"It
is important that we get as many different people involved in our
reproduction attempts as possible. Harold's sexual interest and
performance are limited. He is most likely to succeed in producing an
intra-vaginal ejaculation when he is paired with a highly attractive
woman such as you."
"You flatter me endlessly, dear RAD. OK, so
I'm attractive. It used to be that meant I could get the most handsome
men, not the most pathetic."
"I am truly sorry, Paula."
After a minute or so the RAD spoke again. "I have another mating for
you. Perhaps you will find him more to your liking."
"Oh
yeah?" It was true that after coaxing little nerds into dumping their
seed inside her the RAD sometimes offered her a reward.
"You should have time for a quick shower, if you wish."
Andrew was on the way to the store for groceries when his RAD spoke
into his ear. "Your services are required".
"Ummm, really?"
"Yes, really. Required."
Andrew
said, "OK". Sometimes these encounters were fun and exciting and
sometimes not. He might have skipped this one if he had the choice, but
if he didn't go the RAD would find some way to get back at him. And he
usually got good women. No one he would kick out of bed, as the old
saying went. There weren't many women he would kick out of bed.
"Proceed
down this street for another mile and a half." Then the RAD began
speaking with a silky woman's voice, "Her auburn hair falls in a
cascade. She slips off her bra to reveal her large full breasts, and as
you take one into your mouth, she moans." Yeah, this story was getting
him in the mood. "She is frantically grabbing at your bathing suit,
trying to get it open. You deign to help her, and your cock springs
into view. She takes it in her mouth -- ".
"I'm tired of getting blow jobs, RAD."
After a brief hesitation, the RAD continued, "What alternate do you
recommend?"
"I want to get into her pants. Or under her dress, actually."
"You reach down and grab her knee, then start sliding your hand up
under her dress, following her silky thigh as she moans..."
"I want her to be wearing stockings."
"Very
well: Your hand touches against her fine, alluring pantyhose, and you
slide it upward, pushing her skirt aside as you go -- "
Andrew
adjusted himself so there was room in his pants for his erection. "And
at the top I am startled to realize that there is a large hole in the
hose where her pussy -- her cunt -- is. Overcome with lust, I shove her
down on the bed, rip her legs apart, and plunge my pulsing member into
her hot cunt. I don't take long. Ten strokes is all it takes before I
shoot her full of cum, over and over." He was very hard now.
The
RAD's male voice returned, "That was very good, Andrew! I have only one
complaint. Did you really mean 'rip her legs apart?' That would seem to
imply actual physical bodily damage."
"Um, it's ambiguous and that's an exciting violent overtone," Andrew
said.
"Perhaps, but ambiguity seems unhelpful."
"Listen, Mr. Shakespeare, it served the purpose, right? I've got a hard
one, right?"
"Well, certainly. But you seem to be a budding erotic writer, and I was
hoping to improve your skills.
"Turn
right at the next intersection... Proceed to the second driveway on the
left, and turn into it... Enter through the back door. The bedroom is
the first door on your right through the kitchen. She will direct you
as to how she wishes the act of intercourse to proceed."
The silky female voice came back on, "I think you will find her to be a
very satisfactory fuck. Have fun, big boy!"
After
her shower Paula put on a bra, panties, and a simple white dress. She
would end up naked with the guy fucking her anyway, but she liked to be
dressed when he showed up. If she was going to open her body to a twirp
she at least wanted to have some warning and control the pace at which
she exposed herself.
"Let me tell you a story, Paula."
"OK, dear RAD."
A
deep male voice started reading. "The Duke had brought the maid Sue to
the high meadow for a picnic. They had finished eating, and now the
Duke slid over to sit beside her. Electricity shot through Sue as he
touched her hand and held it gently. She wondered if he would want to
touch her body. She knew that men and women did something special with
their bodies, but she didn't know what.
"Just then the Duke
motioned for her to be quiet. On powerful hooves a band of wild horses
broke into the meadow in front of them. It was apparent at once which
one was the stallion, for his cock hung down two feet, and it was soon
apparent why. One of the mares was standing still, with her tail held
out from her body. The magnificent chestnut stallion pranced around
behind her, then reared up over her back. His giant cock hardened and
twitched. It took him just few moments to find the passage he sought,
then he pressed it in and the huge, hard horse cock disappeared inside
the mare's cunt while he reared up behind her. The immense organ slid
in a little farther each time until the stallion pressed into her one
last time and whinnied."
Paula liked this story. She was plenty hot and wet.
"Sue
felt a strange warmth between her legs. The Duke looked at her and she
looked at the Duke, their eyes locked on one another. There was only
one thing that could happen next. She lifted her dress and pulled down
her panties, then turned and presented her rear exactly as the mare
had. She heard the Duke rustling behind her, then she felt his huge
organ press against her private place, harder and harder, until the
flesh gave way and molded around him. His organ pressed in for two
feet, or so it seemed, filling her to the core. Waves of pleasure
gripped her. After five giant rams, just like the stallion, the Duke
groaned and Sue's body spasmed in ecstasy."
The RAD's normal female voice returned. "He is about to come in the
back door, Paula."
As
he slid through the door they both stood a moment in surprise before
smiling. He was 6'4", with brown hair and eyes, a strong muscular jaw
and perfect physique. He saw a woman of 5'6" with large shapely
breasts, and hips that flared out from a narrow waist. Her hair was
shoulder-length and light brown, her eyes blue. Something about her was
charmingly girlish.
They approached each other slowly and moved
straight into a passionate kiss, rare for two people who had first seen
each other mere seconds before. She helped him as he hungrily disrobed
her. His clothing took a bit longer, but within seconds they were both
naked. His cock was long and hard. Fatter than the usual cock, and her
hungry anticipation grew. She wondered what story his RAD had been
whispering into his ear.
She had a bit of a temptation to
present her rear as the girl had in the story, but she wanted to see
this hunk every inch of the way as they mated. So she lay back and
spread her legs, inviting him to mount her. He paused to suck on each
of her nipples, which made her arch her back. She wanted his cock
inside her, so after a few seconds she whispered, "OK, I'm ready." His
cock was hard, smooth, and with its extra fatness, perfect. She watched
his rippling muscles as he possessed her and began fucking away. A
tingle went through her as she saw him smile. They sensed each other's
pleasure build, and the knowledge of approaching climax in the other
redoubled each one's pleasure. After a minute she shrieked with orgasm.
He held back a bit.
"Give him a nice big cunt squeeze, Paula,"
her RAD said as she was just coming down from her orgasm. She got a
slightly puzzled look but did as requested and Andrew gasped, moaned,
and plunged in before letting out a growl of orgasmic satisfaction to
match the creamy spurts that plastered her inner cunt.
After a rest and some mutual smiles, she said, "The voice told me to
squeeze. It's never done that before."
Andrew
smiled. "I would have kept going a while longer because it felt so
good, but I guess they didn't want me to. Isn't that right, RAD?"
The RAD echoed, "It is true, our preference was for the ejaculation to
occur when it did rather than be delayed."
They both laughed.
Andrew's RAD spoke, "You may get up and go at any time."
Andrew spoke in a normal voice, "I plan to ask the lady if she would
like to do it again."
Paula smiled but was silent.
"Well?" he asked.
"Well, what?" she answered. "Did you ask a question?"
Andrew grinned, took her hand and moved his face close to hers.
"Dear lady, I would like to stay and make love to you again. Would you
like that?"
"Yes,
I would, only let's call it fucking rather than making love. However,
as you may know, at this time of month my very best friend, this RAD
here," she said, gently tapping the device at the side of her head,
"prefers for me to get fucked by one man after another, and perhaps my
dance card, or should I call it my fuck card, is already full."
Her
RAD spoke in its echoey way, "Dear Paula, you make me blush when you
call me your best friend. Flattery will get you nowhere, but you have
been a very cooperative participant in the fertility cause, and you may
have the next three hours to do with as you please."
In the next
hour and a half the lovers reveled in two more bouts of enthusiastic
fucking. When they had been resting for twenty minutes Paula's RAD
spoke, "Paula, dear?"
"Yes, RAD."
"If you are interested, I have another mate available for you."
"I am not interested, and you can go shove that other mate up your
ass," said Paula.
"Very well," said the RAD, in echo mode. "I just thought maybe you were
finished."
A
bit of tenderness came into Paula's face as she looked at Andrew. "I
don't know if we are done fucking or not, but even if we are, I want to
rest here with this sweet man until our three hours are up."
Andrew
was touched by her tenderness. He hadn't known himself whether he was
up for more fucking or not, but within seconds of this exchange his
cock was aching and ready to go again.
He thought maybe he would
ask her if she would like to meet again when it was not her fertile
period. But first, her luscious body called for some more enthusiastic
fucking.
In the back of Paula's mind had lurked an uncomfortable
thought. She was married and loved her husband. They were both OK with
the other one sleeping around for the sake of humanity. But here was a
bit more. What she felt for Andrew wasn't just duty, nor was it just
lust. It was genuine attraction, the sort that could lead to trouble.
She would have to watch that.
Andrew had exactly the same uncomfortable set of thoughts.
The
RADs had found an attractive mate for each of them, but had also picked
two people who had equal motivation to not let it get out of hand to
threaten their marriages.
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Sally and Mark
For
Sally, a year had passed. She had done it in the back of a bus; with a
huge man; on mats on the floor in a school gym with maybe fifty other
couples doing it too; in a swimming pool; and many times with rather
ordinary men, on her back in missionary position or some other common
variant of the human sexual configuration.
She had been called
upon for auxiliary roles when it was not her fertile period. Four times
now she had knelt naked and whispered nasty words into the ear of a man
while he fucked a woman from the rear; her RAD told her she conveyed
the feelings behind the words very effectively. She had volunteered
several times to be the girl a man fucked until the very end, when he
shifted and stuck his dick into another one to spurt. She was a good
citizen. It was volunteer work, though some people did it in exchange
for other benefits, including money.
Now it was her fertile
period once again. Her RAD was in charge of her life so Sally was
prepared once again for odd things to happen.
It was just before supper and the sun was setting. "Oh Sally!" said her
RAD in a singsong voice.
"Yes?"
she asked, with a bit of excitement. For her, being fucked always had
at the very least a tingly feeling to it. She got a little lubricated
just knowing sex was coming soon.
"Please go out to the car." It
was parked on the street in their quiet residential neighborhood. "Now
open the hatchback and stand behind it." Another car then drove up and
a man got out. He was handsome and looked to be in his 20s. He smiled
at her and she couldn't help smiling back.
"Now pull your jeans
and panties down to your ankles, and lean into the back of the car,
keeping your butt up in the air. It should be available for sexual
access."
"Yeah, I had figured that out, asshole," she muttered
to her RAD. So much for a romantic encounter with this handsome hunky
man who was approaching her.
"Now close your eyes," it said.
"Whatever
you say," she muttered. She waited with anticipation. Maybe he would
have a vibrator to warm her up. She had loved it when a man had once
proceeded to use his tongue very skillfully while she was in this
position. But she hear a zipper, which did not bode well for some fun
foreplay. She felt her pussy lips being parted, and then she cried out
"Shit!" as her pussy was suddenly invaded by a very large cock. There
was an initial stab of pain and some lingering soreness, but given her
time of month she had quite a bit of lubrication and the immense organ
was soon sliding smoothly back and forth fast and deep inside her. She
then felt his hands grab her hips roughly and squeeze. His rhythm
increased and then she felt a serious spasm of pain as his member
jammed hard against the end of her cunt. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" she cried
and tried to get away, but he held her tightly. He moaned and held his
giant salami there deep inside her as his baby-making goop spurted into
her. He then withdrew and flopped down on the tailgate beside her.
"You
asshole!" she shouted at him as she pulled her pants back up. "That
HURT!" For the encounter he had only opened his fly and his huge organ
now hung out half-limp, glistening and wet. Then to her surprise she
saw a tear in his eye.
"I hate it when it makes me do that," he
said. He started sniffling a little. Suddenly she felt a surge of
compassion. "This motherfucker," he said, pointing to the device in his
ear, "has me out almost raping girls like you every few days. And they
always cry out, and it always hurts," he said. "One of them spit on me,
and another slapped me. I don't want to do that!"
"It's OK," she
said. The pain in her innards was gone, and she felt a glow. Painful or
not, her body sure felt like it had been fucked, and that's what it had
wanted. She could see he was basically a kind man -- and hot.
"What's your name?"
"Mark."
On an impulse she said, "Can you come back to see me and we can really
make love?"
He
brightened. "That sounds great!" They exchanged numbers, which they
wrote down on paper with a pen. This could have been handled by the
RADs, but they had a way of losing information when it didn't suit
their purposes.
They both stood and he crammed his cock back in
his pants. She offered herself for a hug, and he took it. She
considered for a moment as they broke off. "But however much you don't
like it," she said, "your body pulls it off. You keep it up. Very far
up," she said as they both smiled. "You come."
He smiled
sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess there's an animal in me that likes it.
'Unnnh!, unnnh!'" he said, imitating an ape and thrusting his hips back
and forth a few times. Then, "We men are animals, underneath the people
part," he said.
"Oh, we girls are animals too."
"Dinnertime!" her father called from the doorway. Her mother was away
visiting her family.
The young stud drove off and she went in to dinner.
That
evening her RAD spoke again. "A man and a woman are arriving, and you
should come out of your room to meet them." She arrived just as her
father was letting them in. The four of them stood there awaiting
further instructions. She would find out what sort of kinky sex it had
in mind this time. "Proceed to the guest room with your vibrator," it
said. When she was there it continued, "Please remove all your clothes
and lie back on the bed, then arouse yourself with your vibrator." She
did as she was told. "Now put your jeans over your head so your eyes
are covered, then spread your legs wide." She had done this before. The
jean legs flopped above her on the pillow. She could faintly smell her
own odor from the crotch of her jeans right in front of her nose. It
wasn't a bad smell. "Please remain silent throughout."
She then
heard the door open and footsteps approaching cautiously. Someone was
climbing onto the bed and onto her. Probably the man, but you never
knew for sure. It seemed to be groping, perhaps blindfolded in some way
itself. The groping hands found her pussy lips and opened them, and the
person revealed itself to be the man when a cock worked its way into
her. Something about this was strange, but she couldn't put her finger
on it. He was very quiet and, she thought, very efficient. His pumping
got faster and then she felt his cock swell as they usually did right
before orgasm, and then she felt his flurry of strokes in the pattern
she was so familiar with now, the pattern of a man coming inside her.
She felt him twitch as the spurts shot into her. She felt very excited,
but something held her back from her own orgasm.
Then her RAD spoke. "On the count of three, take the jeans off your
head. One, ..."
Sally
suddenly felt with horrifying certainty what was wrong and flung the
jeans off. Her fears were instantly confirmed. "Dadddddy!!!!" she cried
in anguish. He flung his blindfold off too.
"Sally?" he said for
a moment before erupting in rage. "Goddamn you! Fuck you!! You..." and
his words failed him. She knew he wasn't talking to her. He took off
his RAD and hurled it against the wall. Sally threw hers off too. She
instinctively ran to the bathroom and with a finger pulled as much goop
as she could out of her vagina into the toilet.
The commotion
and shouting from Sally and her father brought the man and woman
running. Sally had assumed the man was for her and the woman probably
for her father, and her father had assumed the woman was for him and
the man probably for his daughter. The man and woman's actual
assignment had been to have sex in the house of a couple of total
strangers -- on the kitchen floor. These RADs were very clever, killing
multiple birds with one stone. It was all part of the research design.
"This
is outrageous," he yelled into the old land-line phone to the woman at
the agency. "You tricked me into fu..." He glanced at Sally across the
table from him. "...making love to my own daughter!" The agency assured
him that a counselor would be right over.
"I'm a big girl, Daddy. I know what 'fuck' means. That was fucking, not
making love."
Her
father carried his RAD like a dead mouse to the concrete floor in the
garage and bashed it with a hammer over and over. He invited Sally to
do the same with hers. She debated but then declined. This RAD wasn't
her first one, but it had been with her for a long time.
When
the kindly woman from the agency arrived an hour later he presented her
with the mangled little bunch of wire and plastic. The woman took it
with a gracious smile.
"As you know, the human race is in danger
of extinction," she said, starting in on the lecture they knew so well.
"In our desperate search for a solution we are trying a wide variety of
unusual sexual practices." Sally's father rolled his eyes and waved at
her to cut short the lecture.
The counselor then took on a more
therapeutic tone. "You might consider that neither of you wanted to
commit incest and are both appropriately horrified at what you did. It
wasn't your fault."
"No, it was YOUR fault!" her father shouted,
pointing his finger at her. They knew of course that this woman too had
nothing to do with the decision, except perhaps being willing to work
for an agency that would do such things. She wore a RAD too.
The
woman had replacement RADs with her -- they knew she would. Her father
took one reluctantly and put it aside. She told them that in light of
the trauma they would be free of all sexual obligations for the next
month. Sally put her RAD back on later that day, although she erupted
in anger at it a number of times, saying the vilest things she could,
things she would never say to a person. The RAD listened patiently,
validating her anger.
"You
know, the one you unceremoniously banged from behind out on her
tailgate. Or are there so many of those you need to know more?"
"Yeah,
like what do you look like?" Sally had a moment of fear, though she was
almost positive he was joking. It had been just five days before.
There was enough of a silence that he added, "I'm kidding, of course.
How are you?"
"Could you come see me some time so we can make love properly? Like
tonight?"
"Sure." The phone line went dead briefly.
"That
was my RAD, telling me 'I would really appreciate it if you saved your
semen for an assignment I have in mind for you.'" Sally giggled a
little at how he captured RAD-speak so perfectly. "I told it to fuck
off. I don't do that very often, so I'm hoping it doesn't decide to
send me to see the Wicked Witch of the West for the next month... But
you didn't say how you were."
"Not so terribly great, but we can talk about it when you get here."
"OK." Mark insisted on taking her out to dinner, though not much
insistence was needed.
She
then explained how the RADs had tricked into fucking her own father
just a few hours after the two of them had had their rendezvous. He was
appropriately horrified and sympathetic.
She said plaintively, "I want to just make love without worrying about
babies or RADs."
The
RADs spoke in their echoey way, "You can remove your RADs during your
upcoming encounter, with our blessing." Sally and Mark happily took the
advice. Maybe the RADs sensed that they probably would have anyway.
Mark
was gentle and skillful. Somehow he was all over her erogenous zones,
seemingly everywhere at once. He used his tongue on her clitoris and
teased her close to climax, but with no sign of moving on.
"Oh, just take me, now, OK? Please?"
Mark
smiled and complied, seemingly instantly. Her first orgasm overtook her
as his thick cock stretched her as it entered. He would have gone on
thrusting forever too, but she told him she wanted him to come, and he
did. This time he was careful not to go in too far. He nudged her
cervix just a little, enough for it to be terribly exciting and send
her over the edge into a truly massive orgasm.
He prepared to
leave after a suitable period of afterglow, but she encouraged him to
stay. She stroked his impressive cock, his balls, his entire pelvic
area, over and over. She wanted to lick that magnificent apparatus. Her
mouth enveloped him, licking and sucking. Girls needed semen up inside
their pussies so often that getting a guy to come by oral sex was not a
skill that got much use. As he got near his orgasm she briefly took her
mouth away.
"Come in my mouth, OK?"
"You sure, Sally?" he panted.
"Yes!"
He
didn't hold back, and she thrilled at the instant surge of fluid. She
swallowed it -- it wasn't that much, since he had just come an hour
before. She even convinced him to stay the night, and do it again in
the morning. She asked if they could meet again, but he said he had
already been testing his RAD's patience.
Sally's
period was late, then she started feeling nauseous. She had a pregnancy
test as required whenever a girl had such symptoms. Usually it was a
false alarm. She hadn't really thought much about whether she wanted to
get pregnant. She didn't really have any choice about trying. Was she
ready to be a mother? She wasn't sure. There would be no end of money
or babysitting or mentoring or support groups. A chance to have a child
would come but rarely if at all, and her only option was whether to
give the baby up for adoption. She knew she wouldn't do that. Nature
had given her a baby -- well, nature, a nice man with a huge cock, and
a gazillion-dollar computer network -- and she would raise it.
While
waiting for the test results the RAD had explained that if she was
pregnant the chances were 97% that the baby's father was Mark, not her
own father. Yet it was highly probable that the trauma of incest had
been a necessary component for coaxing her body into getting pregnant.
"Mark."
"Sally! How are you?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Huh?"
"Will you marry me?"
"Ummm, this is kind of sudden."
"I'm going to have your baby!"
There was a coughing noise on the other end of the line. "Oh my God.
That's so great!"
She
had been mostly joking about the marriage part. And yet they did like
each other and got along well, and the magic of sharing a child bonded
them. They did marry two years later.
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From the Executive
Summary of the Fertility Crisis Project report, June
30, 2048.
The
fertility crisis struck twenty years ago. The RAD system has allowed
steady increases in reproduction. This year for the first time we have
truly reassuring news. Our top technical people are convinced that we
in the United States have succeeded in achieving a replacement
reproduction rate.
The abstract algorithms used by the massive
RAD computer network are truly understood by perhaps 50 people
worldwide. But except at the most abstract level, no one understands
how it works. No one understands any details. The algorithms in
combination with the unprecedented quantities of data that have been
gathered constitute a method for population replacement. The experts
doubt we will ever understand it any better.
In practical terms, this means that human reproduction will continue to
be directed by RADs for the indefinite future.
We
have achieved a replacement population growth here in the United
States. There is similar good news from Western Europe and parts of the
Far East.
Elsewhere in the world, however, there are only small
pockets of success: South Africa, Bangalore, and Buenos Aires, for
instance. The inevitable depopulation of the rest of the world will
change the face of humanity on the globe. Upheaval in the world is just
beginning.
In the United States the majority of people adjust
well to the multiple sexual partners required by the RAD system. In the
early years girls just entering sexual maturity were the group who
experienced the most difficulties. Education, role modeling, and
training have made the process much smoother. Some 30% of girls and 15%
of boys still do not adjust well, a situation that is generally
detected gracefully and without trauma. We are just gearing up programs
where many of those young people will form a core of those who go to
live in rural areas or provide services to the massive aging
populations who still live outside the RAD zones.
Humanity owes
its continued existence to the RADs. Sophisticated as that system is,
it does not experience praise or gratitude. Its overarching goal is
helping us humans conceive enough babies. It serves us well.