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Prologue
Let me state for the record that I never intended to change the world. I
never meant to alter the course that human history had taken for hundreds of
thousands of years. It all just sort of happened. I guess that is really
no excuse for what I did, but I do find some comfort in these facts when I
look back at all the chaos my actions have caused. It's not much, but it
keeps me going, that and the fact that I am getting more ass now than anyone
ever dreamed of.
Chapter One
The Discovery
Let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am, in all honesty and no
modesty, a genius. I finished my bachelor's degree in anthropology when I
was 13. I received my masters at 14 and my doctorate when I was 15. I got
my second doctorate in electronic engineering at 17 and my third doctorate
in microbiology by my 19th birthday. This was besides assorted masters and
bachelors' degrees that I picked up in my spare time. I have a photographic
memory and an almost infinite capacity for boredom. Also, at the age of 22,
when all of this started, I was still very much a virgin. I like to think
that I was not unattractive at the time. I had brown hair that absolutely
refused to cooperate with any comb or brush. My eyes were your basic hazel
and I had good teeth. I was thin, but not skinny and kept a decent tan
despite hours in labs and workshops. I just never seemed to find anyone
that wanted to relieve me of my virginity.
Now when all of this started, I was working at USC in the Anthropology
Department. My thesis on human evolutionary patterns had caught the
attention of the department head and I had worked with him for almost a year
to determine exactly where modern man had separated from his earlier
relatives. Needless to say that this was a daunting task since most
scientists don't even agree which of the early stages of man are actually
directly related to Homo sapiens. Still, it was an interesting exercise and
it paid well. Then came the call that promised to make our job a hell of a
lot easier.
We got word from a research team working on ice core samples in Antarctica
that they had made an amazing discovery. While working in an ice crevasse
they had discovered an entire group of proto-humans frozen in the ice. The
pictures that they had sent to us were understandably grainy, but they
showed at least six humanoids and they looked to be perfectly preserved.
Doctor Asburg, the department head, suspected that they were probably early
Cro-magnum or even perhaps Neanderthal. We all saw the amazing opportunity
this was and Asburg made arrangements for the two of us and three research
assistants to fly to the Antarctic to study this find first hand.
Most of you probably doubt the likelihood of people being frozen in a block
of ice in one of the coldest places in the world. Well, before this
discovery was made, corpses of other creatures had been discovered both in
the Artic and Antarctic. Bodies of Wooly Mammoths had been discovered that
had been frozen so quickly that uneaten plants still sat in their mouths and
several small rodents had been discovered in the ice in the process of
copulation. Its theorized that sudden climactic shifts had caused such a
rapid temperature drop that the creatures had been frozen before they had a
chance to realize that they were dead. Asburg and I believed that the same
thing had happened to this group of early humanoids. (For a really good
example of this effect, see if you can find a copy of the inaccurate, but
highly entertaining movie, The Day After Tomorrow.)
As we bordered our chartered flight, I studied the various members of our
team. Doctor William Asburg was the head of our team. He was 42 and the
very epitome of your typical college professor. Slightly overweight with
balding brown hair, he had green eyes that were usually hidden behind very
thick glasses. He was one of the most respected authorities on early man in
the world. He also played a really vicious game of handball.
Our budget wasn't good enough to cover real assistants, but we had managed
to con three interns to come along with us for class credits. All three
were freshmen and, from my vastly older years of 22, seemed to be very
young. Barry Stone was the one I knew best. He looked like a linebacker,
but had a brain like a researcher. We had teamed up a couple of times to
complete some of Asburg's projects. He was six feet tall with more muscles
than seemed fair. He had wavy red hair and deep blue eyes.
Angela Chen wasn't really an anthropology student. She was more like me
and was too smart for her own good. She had started a degree in History,
and then switched three more times. Anthropology was simply her latest
interest. I suspected that she would eventually find her calling and become
as famous as Einstein or Clark. For now, her magnificent brain was at our
disposal. Shamefully enough, her body was just as magnificent as her brain.
Long blonde hair that was more than likely natural, breasts that would have
shamed any pinup and a butt that you could rest a soda on were only three of
the things that made her the subject of many of my masturbatory fantasies.
Paul Waters finished up our little group. Paul was working on his second
master's degree and was the living embodiment of the stereotypical nerd. He
was short, skinnier than a rail with an overbite so bad that he could
probably eat both sides of an apple. He was probably the smartest member of
our group, including me and an absolute master at all things electronic.
Now this probably doesn't sound like the kind of people that would be safe
flying off to one of the most inhospitable places in the world and if you
are actually thinking that, well you are correct. The closest thing I had
to artic experience was the winter break that I spent in Colorado learning
to ski. The others had even less experience than that. However, Asburg
didn't want to wait until the specimens could be brought back to the states.
He was terrified that someone else would find out about this discovery and
steal our thunder. So we were going to the Antarctic whether we were ready
or not.
Our flight deposited us in the bustling city of McMurdo Station. McMurdo
Station is Antarctica's largest community. It is built on the bare volcanic
rock of Hut Point Peninsula on Ross Island, the farthest south solid ground
that is accessible by ship. Established in 1956, it has grown from an
outpost of a few buildings to a complex logistics staging facility of more
than 100 structures including a harbor, an outlying airport (Williams Field)
with landing strips on sea ice and shelf ice, and a helicopter pad. There
are aboveground water, sewer, telephone, and power lines linking buildings.
It is not exactly Los Angeles, but it the closest thing to civilization you
are going to find on the frozen continent. A heavily modified DC 11 and a
thirty-year-old Snowcat that would be our base of operations during our
investigation met us at Williams Field. The pilot looked like a refugee
from an old WWII movie with a pair of aviator glasses, Japanese bomber
jacket and, God help us, a long white scarf. Still, he told us that he had
been flying in this area for over twenty years so we felt fairly safe. We
loaded the Snowcat and our gear onto the plane and took off.
Our destination was over three hundred miles from our departure point and I
swear we flew over the most deserted landscapes known to mankind. On a more
modern aircraft in a friendlier environment, the flight would have taken
about an hour, maybe an hour and a half. Our transport was far from modern
and our surroundings were hardly friendly. We battled headwinds of
unbelievable speeds and turbulence that would make even the most seasoned
flyer sick to their stomach. Poor Paul must have gone through at least ten
airsick bags during the four-hour trip. When we began to make our
approach, all you could really see from the air were snow, ice and more
snow. There was definitely nothing that looked like a landing strip.
Nevertheless, our pilot set us down with only a few jolts from the landing
skids.
The research team helped us unload the Cat and stow our gear in the dozen
or so geodesic domes that served as their living quarters and labs. We
would be sharing their quarters for the duration of our stay, but any
research we were to do would be done in the back of the massive snow
vehicle. This wasn't a major concern to us considering the main problem we
would be presented with would be keeping any specimens we recovered frozen
and safely preserved until they could be examined or sent back home. Well,
when the average mean temperature rarely got above -45 degrees, keeping
things frozen was not a problem. Hell, keeping us from freezing could
become a problem.
It took us about twelve hours to get everything set up, then Doctor Asburg
insisted that we all get at least nine hours of sleep. None of us wanted to
miss a minute, but we followed the doctor's orders. The next day, we shared
breakfast with the researchers and then piled into the Cat with two of the
research team for the two-hour drive to the crevasse where the bodies were
found. They were extremely talkative and the woman, April Sanderson,
actually seemed interested in me. I suspect that it was more because I was
a new face then because she actually thought I was sexy. She'd been staring
at the same faces for nearly a year so I would guess that Quasimodo would
have looked good to her. Still it was fun having an attractive woman
flirting with me. Made me almost forget the thirty-mile per hour winds
blowing outside and the fact that it was a balmy -50 degrees.
The crevasse was pretty obvious. It was a massive black cut in the nearly
perfect white of the surrounding snow and ice. April told us that the group
had discovered it over two months ago and had been using it for easier
access to the deeper pack ice. She said that their sonar had picked up a
large opening directly beneath the area that they had been mining so they
had set charges to blow an opening. They had hoped to get even deeper into
the pack ice without much effort. They had found something far beyond their
expectations. I thought I was prepared for what they had discovered after
having seen the pictures they had sent. When we followed them down the
metal scaffolding to the lower level, I realized that I had been wrong.
Even through the distortion of the ice, they were magnificent. The lights
set up by the researchers illuminated a scene straight out of prehistory.
No one spoke as we studied the figures. It was like we all felt that
speaking would somehow break the magical spell holding these long dead
creatures here in our time. It was so quiet that I could hear everyone
breathing and the quiet dripping of water freed from the ice by the heat of
the lights and our bodies.
"I count eight of them," Asburg said, breaking the silence finally. He was
shining his flashlight into the ice and studying the frozen forms. "Four of
them approximately four feet tall, two perhaps a half foot taller and the
remaining two seem to be children."
"Maybe a family grouping?" Angela was filming what we could see with her
digital camera. She seemed completely in awe of the scene and kept
fingering the cross dangling from her ample bosom. I was wearing my Star of
David under my parka and felt the urge to follow her action. There was
something almost religious about what we were seeing. Like we were being
given a glimpse at some of God's earliest work.
"I thought that family groupings were much larger in early man? Didn't
they run around in large groups, basically entire tribes of interrelated
people?" Paul was using his Palmtop to make notations on positions of the
various figures and any viewable features.
Asburg nodded. "Sites in Europe and Asia have always indicated that family
groups usually consisted of thirty to forty persons. Its possible that this
group is survivors of some disaster that wiped out the rest of their group.
It's also possible that they were exiled from their group for some reason or
another. Unfortunately for us, I doubt we will ever know the reason why
there are so few of them. They didn't exactly keep written records, you
know."
Everyone laughed at his little joke, except Paula who had gotten very close
to the ice wall and was peering at the figures intently. They don't look
like Cro-magnum or even Neanderthal?"
I joined him and tried to get a better look at the figures. "He's right,
Doctor. I can't see them very clearly, but they don't seem to have any of
the features of Magnum, Neanderthal or even Homo-erectus. Do you think its
possible that we have stumbled across an entirely new species of early man?"
Asburg waved his hands to quell the excited muttering that had started when
I asked that. "Let's not get too excited here, folks. We won't know
anything for sure until we can extract some of them and study them. Since
no one has ever actually seen any of the early hominids as anything except
bones, it is possible that they could be one of the known species. So until
we know more, I don't want anyone speculating. We are scientists, not
tabloid writers.
As excited as we all were, we nodded at his logic and began the laborious
process of chipping away the ice and freeing some specimens for study back
at the base. We had to be incredibly careful because the ice was very dense
and the bodies were going to be very fragile. We extracted two of the
larger ones and one of the ones that we believed might be children and
carefully packed them back to the base to begin our studies.
Now, I will be nice and leave out the details of our research. Hours of
long and very tedious work in our makeshift labs, repeating the same test
dozens of times to make sure you got the right answer was the majority of
our days. Asburg insisted that everyone confirm every test. I understood,
especially once we realized what we had discovered. We had stumbled across
something that we knew was going to shake the scientific community to the
very core and there was no way in Hell that Asburg was going to let even the
tiniest mistake slip by to give doubters and naysayers ammunition to
discredit our discovery.
During the two weeks that we worked, the only real thing of interest that
happened was that I finally lost my virginity. Since I am certain that most
of your are reading this only for the sexual content and not for the
scientific information, I will do my best to let you know how, pardon the
very bad pun, climatic this event was.
I was working late into the night studying cell samples and blood samples
from our specimens. Since I was the only microbiologist on the team, it was
my duty to study the amazingly preserved cultures we extracted. Needless to
say, I was in Heaven to be able to study the biology of creatures that had
died out long before modern man had taken his first steps on this planet.
What I had discovered was beyond belief and the things that I would discover
would be even more incredible, but more on that later.
I had just finished studying a slide of cell samples from one of the
smaller creatures when I heard the lab door slide open very quietly, as if
someone had been trying to make the corrugated steel door move as silently
as possible, as if the blast of freezing air as the door opened wouldn't
have let me know that the door had been opened. We had backed the Cat up to
one of the doors leading to the main dome and had constructed a temporary
hallway out of pressed plastic sheets and metal stakes. This kept most of
the winds off of us when we were going from the domes to the Cat, but it was
still very cold outside. I turned, expecting Asburg or one of my team
checking in on me. I was very surprised to see April standing there, slowly
unzipping her parka. Any questions I might have had were stifled when I
realized that the courageous woman had braved the sub-zero temperatures
without anything under her parka. She dropped the heavy coat to the floor
of the Cat and smiled at me.
My first cognizant thought was that the old joke about, "Is it cold in
here" was definitely based in fact. Her more than ample bosom was covered
in goose pimples and her dark brown nipples looked hard enough to chip
diamond. The anthropologist in me immediately identified her as being of
almost pure Nordic descent. She had very light brown hair and the palest
skin that I had ever seen. Her visible skin seemed to be dotted with an
infinite number of light brown freckles and her ice blue eyes seemed to be
laughing at me as I stared at her.
I don't really remember stripping off my pants and underwear. I do vaguely
recall helping her out of her pants and thermal underwear because I took a
very deep breath when her clean-shaven pussy was revealed. I remember
thinking that it was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen.
Unfortunately for me and for you, dear readers, the back of an antique
vehicle crammed full of research equipment and other supplies, is not the
place where lengthy foreplay can be enjoyed. Not to mention the fact that
it was close to minus thirty degrees outside the Cat and barely above
freezing inside the machine. April played with my erection for several
seconds before my groans of pleasure told her that I was more than ready.
We spread our parkas on the steel floor and I lay down on my back. She
straddled me with a knowing smile and slid my cock into her very warm hole.
There is no way to accurately describe the feeling of sliding your rock
hard cock into a hot, tight pussy for the very first time. I am certain the
groan I released when she slid all the way down and our groins met could
have been heard over the winds and through the steel walls of the dome and
Cat. It must have felt very good for her too because she let out an almost
animal growl and started riding me as hard as she could. Her humping
increased in speed when I reached up and grabbed one of her wonderful
breasts in each hand and began massaging her nipples.
Now I wish I could say that she rode me for hours before I released what
seemed like years of sperm into her body, but I can't. I doubt I lasted
more than ten minutes before I felt my balls tightening up and before I
could even blurt out a warning, I was spewing what felt like gallons of cum
inside of her. (Of course, the average male only ejaculates about a tenth
of a teaspoon of sperm during orgasm, but I am sure that you can understand
that my scientific objectivity had gone even further south than we currently
were.)
Even with my limited experience with sex, I could tell that she had not cum
yet and was about to apologize when she dismounted and crawled between my
legs. The next thing I knew, I was getting my very first blowjob. She
slowly began to lick up and down my shaft, cleaning it of all of our
combined fluids. Next, she moved even further down and cleaned off my
balls, lovingly taking each one into her mouth and cleaning it slowly. This
whole time, she is looking up at me with those blue eyes to see my
reactions. I am sure that she saw a lot because I was twisting and groaning
while trying to watch everything that she did. She reached up and took one
of my hands to place on her head. I understood what she wanted and began
gently moving her head up and down as she swallowed my entire shaft. From
the grunts and happy moans that she was making, I was certain that she was
enjoying this almost as much as I was.
Just when I seemed like I was going to explode, she stopped what she was
doing and straddled me once again. God, if I had thought that she was hot
and wet before, the heat I experienced when I reentered her was
indescribable. I had felt certain that I was about to explode when she was
sucking me, but the moment I entered her again, the impending need to come
seemed to fade. I was still rock hard and my balls were definitely full,
but I felt much more in control. I am happy to say that we fucked for at
least a half hour with her achieving multiple screaming orgasms before I
finally felt my balls tighten up again. This time, I didn't even think
about warning her. My hands came up to grab her hips, pulling down as hard
as I could while I shoved up with all my might. We both groaned loud enough
to drown out the howling winds outside as I spewed inside her.
When we both had finally recovered from the amazing experience, she kissed
me fiercely and whispered, "Maybe next time we can do it in my bunk. It's a
lot more comfortable." With that, she got up and got dressed. She smiled
at me, and then left me lying on the floor of the Cat with a contented grin
on my face. I was convinced that nothing would ever top what I had just
experienced. Well, it turned out I was wrong.