Izzy's Violin
A Circuit Girls Story

Prologue

Izzy sat in a chair outside the tailor shop, knitting and waiting impatiently. She glanced down the road frequently.

It had been three months ago - four days after her twenty-sixth birthday - that she had given the down payment to the travelling merchant. Now, the radio operator had told her that the merchant was on his way here, to Appa. After three months, Izzy would finally receive her birthday present to herself.

Age 13 - Part 1

The carefully crafted wooden weapon sailed through the air, spinning viciously. Izzy watched it strike the grass four feet to the right and three behind the tree stump that had been its target. Another boomerang came flying toward the stump. This one was on a perfect line, but lacked the energy of the first. It fell to the ground ten feet short of the stump.

Izzy gathered the weapons up and sprinted the sixty yards back to her friends. "All arms and legs," was how her prime uncle had often described her when she was younger. Now, at thirteen, her body was beginning to catch up with her limbs. She was skinny now - no longer "scrawny". Puberty was beginning to shape her hips, and with the right clothes at the right angle, the shape of her chest would reveal what might generously be described as boobs.

She was not wearing such clothes. Years ago she had learned that she would never keep up with the boys - her friends and her brother - encumbered by dresses. Her entire outfit, except the cap, was made from her brother's hand-me-downs. At first, years ago, her prime uncle had altered Dante's old clothes to fit her, but since then she had learned to do it herself, to avoid the recurring argument with her mother about when she was going to start acting like a girl.

She handed the first boomerang back to Dante, her brother. He was sixteen - tied with Vic as the oldest of the group. He was tall with broad shoulders and big hands. His body had enough power to throw the wooden wing all the way to the target. He had cheekbones that made his smile seem wider than his face, and he had curly brown hair, like hers.

The other boomerang was given back to Joey, a boy just a little older than her. His body, too, was still transitioning from childhood. He hadn't put on enough muscle for a really good throw yet. His hair was always wild, a little shaggy. Izzy figured this was partly because his family didn't have much money, but mostly because he hadn't figured out how important good grooming was when competing for visiting circuit girls. "That was really good aim!" Izzy told him encouragingly.

"Let me see the returning one," Vic asked Phil. He threw the specially-tuned boomerang into the air at nothing in particular. Thirty yards out and high above the ground it turned, slowly, and came flying back toward the teens, to return to Vic's hands.

Vic had started wearing his hair in a topknot recently. He wasn't the tallest or strongest boy, but Izzy knew from watching the boys swim naked that he had them all beat in another category.

Phil, who had just turned fifteen, had close-cut hair like the militia captain. It was he who had been carving and sanding the wooden projectiles that had become the gang's hobby. It had started six months ago with basic weighted throw-sticks, but he had become obsessed after reading about boomerangs in a before-bunker book. The archivist had been so impressed by his interest that she let him into the bunker a few times, to watch videos on the bunker's one still-functioning computer. "Maybe you'll help bring airplanes back one day," she had told him hopefully.

"All right, check it out," Vic told his friends, "around the tree and right back into my hand."

He threw the returning boomerang to the right of a lone tree, not too far away. It sailed past the tree, turned around, and looked as if it would clear the other side, but then it clipped through some leaves, wobbled, and fell to the earth. Izzy dashed to the tree to retrieve it, and then handed it back to Vic.

"All right, all right. I've got it this time," Vic assured his friends, and threw again. This time the boomerang wedged itself firmly in the branches of the tree.

"Crap! Do you know how much work I put into that?" Phil moaned.

"Relax, we'll get it," Dante assured him.

For the next few minutes the boys threw rocks, jumped and grabbed at leaves, and cursed. Phil tried to climb the tree, but there were no branches low enough for him to get a good hold on.

"I can get it! Give me a boost!" Izzy volunteered.

The boys had no problem lifting the waifish girl over their heads, high enough for her to climb onto the big branch. She shimmied along, enduring leaves and a spider's web in her face, until she reached the lost tool, dislodged it, and threw it back down. Then, holding onto a smaller, more flexible branch, she let her body drop down low enough for her friends to catch her.

After a few more throws, the boys walked to the town center to wait for the truck carrying circuit girls from the town of Crater. These were girls who were visiting Appa to find sires to give them children. They would let instinct guide them in choosing men with different enough genes to give them the best chances for healthy babies. The boys were, of course, eager to do their part in saving the human race from its genetic crisis, given that their part meant having sex with eager ovulating young women.

Four women got off the truck from Crater; each was given a ribbon to wear around her neck, to advertise her purpose. Four men got off the truck too, each given an armband. These were the Crater girls' chaperones.

Joey tried his luck with the bucktoothed girl with bangs. She wasn't especially pretty, but she had no shortage of men wanting to take her home. It was mostly the less confident, less attractive men who sought her out: they knew they couldn't compete with the hunks like Dante and Vic for the pretty girls. Joey had been presenting himself to circuit girls for a few months now, but so far hadn't had any luck. Few girls were willing to consider a thirteen year old.

Vic and Phil competed for the tall twenty-year-old with bleached hair. She talked with her hands a lot. Izzy didn't get a chance to see how it ended, but Vic's bravado had been making an impression with her.

Dante quickly won over his target. Izzy had trouble guessing how old she was: she was short and had a baby face, but she also had big tits and a wasp waist. Seventeen, Izzy decided. The girl grabbed hold of Dante's arm and they began walking to Dante's and Izzy's home. Izzy and the chaperone - a man in his twenties - walked a respectful distance behind.

"Mom, uncle, this is Clara," Dante said when they got home. "And this is..., I'm sorry, Enoch, was it?" The visiting man nodded courteously.

"Welcome! I hope you enjoy your stay," Izzy's prime uncle Christopher told them.

"Isabella, change," Izzy's mother Lana commanded. Izzy gave her a pleading look, but it was no good. "We have guests. You need to be presentable."

Izzy frowned and went to the bedroom she shared with Dante to change. She hung up her hat and ran her fingers through her short curly hair a few times to fix it. Then off came her suspenders, her shirt, and her trousers. They had a new hole in them - the tree's revenge, no doubt, for her boomerang theft. Then she chose the dress that she felt least ridiculous in, put it on, and emerged with a smile.

Christopher brought Izzy's grandmother in from the back yard for supper. There was plenty for everyone; mothers of teenage boys knew to always make extras when there were circuit girls in town. Izzy found their guests to be dull: Enoch never talked, and Clara talked continuously, without ever really saying anything. She knew from the way her friends talked, though, that some girls became much more interesting when their clothes came off.

"I'm going to go get things ready in the bedroom," Dante told his guests. "If you'd like, I'm sure Izzy would love to play some music for you."

Dull or not, Izzy always enjoyed playing for people. The violin used to belong to her grandmother until old age had sapped her of most of her ability to interact with the world. Seeing Izzy play still brought a smile to her face, though, just like the one Izzy used to wear as a child when their roles were reversed. Izzy had always listened carefully, too, to the stories about the violin's previous owners during the bunker era. It was priceless - most people didn't believe her when she told them about it. For that same reason, she wasn't allowed to take it away from the house without a special exception.

Izzy played a twentieth century jig while Dante prepared the sleeping arrangements and Lana and Christopher washed the dishes. By the time it was all done, bundles of blankets and pillows had been prepared for Izzy in the kitchen and Enoch in the living room. Inside her bedroom, the twin beds had been pushed together.

The adults all went to bed. Dante took Clara to his bedroom. Izzy turned out the lights and curled up on the kitchen floor, while Enoch stood, expressionless, right outside the door where the action was.

First came the giggling. Then some good-natured oohs and ahhs, followed by a whole lot of wet smacking sounds. None of this was surprising. After a while, the thudding sound began - the sound of the bed slamming into the wall. Not long after that the thuds were joined by rhythmic breathy gasps.

Izzy reached her hand between her legs and stroked her pussy. She was curled up, under a blanket, with her back to the foreign sentry. She would keep quiet and as still as possible while she got herself off. Hopefully he wouldn't notice, but it was happening either way. It always did. Her wet fingers teased her clit and she held back her moans.

She wished Enoch weren't there. Sometimes the chaperones insisted on being in the room with their charge during the sex act. It struck Izzy as creepy, but it gave her more privacy. She had recently discovered the wonderful sensation of having her pussy filled while she stroked her clit and made herself come. For this she used one of Phil's early throwing sticks: a fourteen inch rod, thick and bulbous at one end, but just the right thickness for her virgin pussy on the handle end. Phil had sanded it wonderfully smooth, and varnished it, back when it was the boys' main sporting instrument. When the boys moved on to boomerangs, Izzy had found other uses for it.

Something changed, and the baby-faced knockout in the other room moaned louder, with a hint of surprise in her voice. She wasn't coming yet, Izzy knew. She wondered what her brother was doing to the girl just then. Were there things a guy could do to a big-tittied girl like that that they couldn't do to a flat-chested beanpole like her? Probably lots.

Izzy was getting a good rub on, unconsciously moving her hips and breathing louder than she knew. Then the sex noises stopped. She heard whispering, and then the scraping of furniture being moved. Then, the house exploded with orgasmic wails and gasps. The girl cried out, "Oh god, yes, YES!" And more thuds joined the chorus, faster than before.

Izzy couldn't hold back. She would have liked to: sometimes she could hear Dante gasp, and she could come with him. This time things were just too intense and Izzy was swept away in a torrent of lust. She squirmed beneath her blanket while she came, and then wiped her hands clean on the dry parts of her inner thighs.

In the morning, Dante watched Clara leave with a big stupid grin on his face. "You know, Izzy," he told his sister, "I really look forward to us raising kids together." When he saw the nervousness in her face, he added, "Some day."

Age 13 - Part 2

Izzy lay on the bank of the river, just below the dam, and watched her friends swim, using their clothes as her pillow. None of the other kids in town knew about this spot, where the eddies from the dam could whip a body around and pull it under in what the teen boys deemed an exhilarating but not overly-dangerous way.

She enjoyed watching all of their wiggly bits whenever they came out of the water to run and dive back in, but she enjoyed Vic's the most. She wondered how big is got when he was with a girl.

Two summers ago she had swum with them. She still had mostly a child's body then, but Dante had insisted that she would swim in her underwear and training bra. She didn't mind, except for the wet walk home. Her mother had fumed when she found the drying underwear and figured out what was going on: both Izzy and Dante were punished. That sort of thing wasn't appropriate, and they should have known better. In fact, they had known better - otherwise they wouldn't have tried to hide it.

She thought about sex with her friends from time to time, wondering what it would be like with each of them: Vic's confidence, Phil's attention to detail, Dante's muscles, Joey's empathy. That was all just fantasy, of course: the punishment for malbreeding - sex with someone from your town - was castration of the male, at the very least. It was a sacrifice the community was willing to make to send a strong message about how things were done. No, some day when she was ready, she would climb aboard a circuit truck, and then lose her virginity to a stranger in a foreign town.

Izzy awoke from her daydreaming and noticed the shadows. She stood up. "Gotta go. See you guys later!" She said, waving to her friends."

"Don't go!" Phil begged.

"I have to!" Izzy chipperly replied. "Maestro's coming!"

Izzy ran out into the yard and hugged her teacher as he approached their home. These were the days she loved most - the one day every month or two when her teacher came to Appa and she got to show him how well she had learned the last song, and maybe learn a new one.

"You're a girl today!" Maestro Sean observed.

Izzy rolled her eyes. "I know! I have to be 'presentable' whenever we have visitors, Mom says. I told her it's stupid - you're practically family."

"Why don't you like dressing like this?" Sean asked. "I think you look adorable!"

"I can't play with my friends like this!" Izzy explained, pulling her skirt to exaggerate its size. "It gets in the way! Plus, when I'm dressed like this they treat me like a kid sister, not like one of them."

"You don't have any friends who are girls?" Sean asked.

Izzy shook her head. "Girls are stupid." She corrected herself, "Well, they're not stupid, they like stupid things. And they don't like me anyway."

"Hmm," was the last thing Sean said on the matter. He said his hellos to Grandma, kissing her on the cheek, and then they began their lesson.

As usual, after the lesson, Izzy spent every free moment for days practicing what he had taught her. Or at least every free moment that her mother and prime uncle would allow.

Age 13 - Part 3

Circuit girls could visit any day of the week. On the weekdays, that usually meant Izzy was stuck wearing her boring clothes - her school clothes - her girl clothes. When that happened, she had to watch her friends scheming from afar. They would huddle, at first, sizing up which girls to approach and how to go about it. They were like a pack of wolves shadowing their prey. Nothing was more disruptive to a pack of wolves than a sheep in their midst, listening in on their plans. That's how Izzy felt when she wore a dress, and, though they probably didn't mean to, that's how her friends treated her.

On the weekends, though, and on school days when she'd had a chance to change, she got to be a part of the wolf pack. She could pass for a boy from a distance, watch her friends make their plays from closer up, and be part of the cheering, teasing, or consolation.

On one such Sunday, Izzy was dressed in her play clothes. The boys had spent all day hunting rabbits with their boomerangs and throwing sticks. Phil even caught one. Its carcass was in his bag with all the weapons.

Four circuit girls had been set free on the town with their ribbons. Izzy's boys had all come to the same conclusion: the seventeen year old raven-haired girl was the prize, competition be damned. Her body was quite simply perfect - it was impossible to look a one part of her and not notice how elegantly it flowed into the others. Her hair was long, and adorned with a complex series of braids. Her lips were the color of ripe strawberries. Her dress was a deep green made from a fancy fabric that Izzy couldn't identify. There was something else, too: a look in her eye of cunning, of something secret.

Some of the boys moved to subtly block other suitors while the rest of the pack made their introductions, and then they rotated. They had captured her attention for their own; she would be going home with one of them no matter what.

"Who is that handsome fellow?" The black-haired woman asked, surprising Izzy by turning her attention to her, from twelve feet away.

"Oh! I...," Izzy began to explain herself, but her brother cut her off.

"That's Isaac!" Dante told the woman. "He's a great guy - my brother. You should meet him. Isaac, come over here! This is Eva."

Izzy played along. "Hello ma'am," she said, trying to lower the pitch of her voice.

Eva fixed her attention on Izzy and wouldn't let go. "Your friends were all just making grand offers of hospitality to me. Do you have anything you'd like to say to me?"

Izzy got the feeling that she was being teased. This girl couldn't possibly think she was really a boy, could she? The guys must have set up a prank somehow. When Vic nudged her, she decided to play along. "Oh, um," she said, again deepening her voice and talking with swagger, "I'll show you a better time than any of these jokers. I know how to treat a lady right."

Eva smiled slyly. "I bet you do." She pulled Izzy away from the group to talk in private, but then surprised her with a kiss. Izzy had never felt another person's lips on hers before. It was stunning - exhilarating and confusing, but stunning. "Are you sure you want to be my companion for the night?" She asked.

The boys were enthusiastically supportive, nodding and making not-so-secret hand gestures. Eva's chaperone, a twenty year old guy with a short beard, just rolled his eyes.

Izzy panicked. "Oh, well, um, I'm not sure where..., I mean, I don't think I can take you to my house," she said, imagining her mother's freak out.

"Use the tailor shop!" Dante volunteered. "I'll get rid of uncle, if he's still there."

Izzy thought that she should bring an end to this weird make-believe, but Eva's smile was so encouraging that she decided to play along a little bit more.

"Eva, a word?" The chaperone said. Izzy gave them some space and they whispered to each other, his body language seeming serious, and hers annoyed.

"Fine!" Eva told her chaperone. She addressed the huddle of real boys: "Stick around, boys. If Isaac doesn't completely wear me out, it has been suggested that I should probably go home with one of you." The guys were even more excited at that prospect.

Dante ran ahead to the tailor shop, just two hundred yards down the road. Izzy and Eva walked hand in hand, with the chaperone a respectful distance behind. Phil jogged up behind Izzy and pressed something into her hand. She recognized the shape immediately - it was another one of his throwing sticks, like the one she normally used as a dildo.

The chaperone waited outside the shop while Izzy and her date went inside. Izzy wasn't sure what to do next, but Eva had no trouble taking the lead. She found an especially full basket of clothes and dumped them on the floor, spreading them around and making a nest. Then she kissed Izzy again, for ten or twenty seconds. Their lips slid against each other with varying pressure while Eva gripped Izzy's head in both hands.

Eva took Izzy's hat off and set it aside. She pulled her suspenders off her shoulders. She looked in Izzy's eyes hard, touched her lips with her finger, and then kissed her again. Eva's lips travelled down Izzy's chin to her neck, and Izzy felt an unfamiliar sensation of warmth sweeping through her. "Isaac, you are exactly my type!" The visiting girl said lustfully.

Eva stopped what she was doing to take hold of Izzy's arms and wrap them around her. Izzy took the hint and held her date, rubbing her hands all over the older girl's back. Eva returned to kissing, sucking, and nuzzling Izzy's neck, while at the same time tugging on her shirt and un-tucking it. Eva's fingers gently touched all over Izzy's bare tummy as if it were the most precious thing in the world. In time, the fingers gently climbed up her ribs. Izzy's heart skipped at the realization that Eva was going to touch her breasts. What would Eva do when she felt them, and could no longer deny Izzy's real sex? Would she make a scene and storm out? Or would she grab them like a man would? Izzy couldn't figure out which she wanted. Eva never touched her breasts, though: she just moaned and caressed Izzy's midsection, kissing her neck and lips.

Finally Eva stepped away and turned around. "Unbutton me?" She asked. Eva made satisfied noises while Izzy undid the buttons of her dress and helped her out of it. Eva removed her underwear on her own.

Eva's body was perfect. Her breasts were large and firm without a hint of sag. They looked as if they had been made by an artist. Her waist was narrow and her hips wide - all in perfect proportions. The area above her pussy was home to a circle of pubic hair, but her lips were bare.

Eva wrapped her arms around her would-be lover's neck. "You can back out at any time," she offered, but Izzy grew bold and kissed her instead.

Eva dropped to her knees. Izzy knew what came next - she had heard the stories. Eva would open up her trousers, expecting a dick to suck, and be disappointed. That didn't happen. Instead, the dark-haired girl grabbed the throwing baton from the table, and a scarf from the floor. She tied the baton to Izzy's leg, just above the knee. The thin handle end was tight against Izzy's thigh, but the bigger, bulbous end, a little below Izzy's hip, had some freedom to pull away from her leg. Only once it was secured did Eva make a show by surrounding the fat wood head with her mouth, sucking and moving her lips up and down the thing.

Izzy had figured out what was expected of her by the time Eva lay back on the pile of clothes and spread her legs. Her wet plump pussy was inviting. It was fully prepared - Izzy could even see a little bit into its depths. Izzy lay on top of her, her legs alternating with Eva's, so that she could wiggle and shift until the big piece of wood attached to her thigh was nestled up against Eva's vagina.

Eva again grabbed Izzy's head and kissed her, feverishly. The kiss was full of need and desire, lust and impetuousness. They were emotions that Izzy had only begun to find in herself in recent months, but this woman could start a fire with them. Eva nodded at Izzy enthusiastically.

Izzy brought her leg forward. She could feel the reluctance in Eva's cunt to let the big hard wood inside, but then when she tried to draw it back, the cunt fought just as hard to keep it. Eva groaned, louder and louder, as Izzy's knee began to push and pull the thing inside her.

Izzy shifted position a few times, as Eva's cunt slowly accepted more of their sex toy. With every movement, Eva's leg rubbed against Izzy's stiff little clit. Even through two layers of fabric it was powerful. Izzy could feel her underwear becoming damp from her arousal.

"Oh, so good!" Eva gasped. "But no deeper, okay? It'll hurt me if you do." Izzy nodded and focused on giving her lover a slow steady screw.

Eva was wiggling beneath her, moaning loudly and caressing Izzy's back and ass with her hands and her free foot. Eva was getting fucked every bit as blissfully as those girls Dante always brought home, but the observation was lost on Izzy as she began to come. Her clit set off a chain reaction through her body, cleansing her with excited satisfaction.

"Oh!" Eva said lovingly, touching Izzy's cheek. "Oh you have the most beautiful climax-face!" She gushed.

Izzy kissed her - it seemed like the thing to do - still wiggling her hips and pumping Eva's cunt. Eva went wild. Before long she was crying out and quaking with her pussy holding tight to the baton on Izzy's thigh. Her fingertips pressed hard into Izzy's back, and she gasped as if she couldn't breath.

Eva guided Izzy to remove the giant wood phallus from her tired pussy, and then they lay there together. Izzy could hear both of their heartbeats. She could see pores releasing tiny droplets of sweat from her lover's neck.

After a time, Eva locked eyes with Izzy. "Will you let me make you feel that good?" She asked hopefully. Izzy looked away uncomfortably. What she had done so far was a surreal but thrilling experience, but somehow the thought of opening up and exposing herself for the next step - whatever it was - scared her.

Reading Izzy's expression, Eva said, "It's okay, you don't have to say anything. But thank you for this - it really meant the world to me. I never get to...." She didn't finish.

Eva got dressed and Izzy cleaned up the clothes heap. "Well, Isaac..., if you ever find yourself in Marley and tired of the company of men, I do hope you'll find me and say hello."

Outside, Izzy and her date found her friends and brother waiting. "Well, I suppose I've got a little bit of energy left," Eva said. "Isaac, which one of your friends do you think I should spend the rest of the evening with?"

Izzy giggled, amazed that it had somehow become her decision which of her friends would be getting laid. Vic and Phil gestured to themselves. Joey was silent but looked hopeful. Dante just smiled at her. "You should pick Joey," she said, pointing to the thirteen year old virgin. "He's probably the best lover of the bunch. Next to me."

"Okay," Eva said, stepping up to Joey and taking him by the hand. "But he's got a lot to live up to."

Once Joey, Eva, and the chaperone had walked out of earshot, Phil asked incredulously, "So what did you do to her?"

Izzy smiled devilishly. "Oh, I don't know. Probably the same thing you would have done," she said, tossing the throwing stick up with a twirl and then catching it.

Age 13 - Part 4

An impromptu foot race between Izzy and her friends came to a quick end when an unfortunate step led to a four inch cut in Vic's side from a jagged stone. Vic insisted he was fine, but his friends overruled him and brought him to Doc Porter. She cleaned and inspected the wound and declared that he'd be fine with a couple stitches.

Dante, Joey, and Phil goofed around while waiting, but Izzy watched with keen attention while the old woman tried and failed to thread her small curved needle, growing more frustrated with every attempt. Finally the doctor noticed her attention.

Doc Porter sighed, and with a look of shame, said, "Izzy, could I borrow your young eyes, please?" She handed the tray to Izzy, and frowned while the youthful girl threaded and knotted the needle effortlessly.

"Thank you, dear," the silver-haired woman told her. She began to sew up Vic's laceration, and her mood became level again. She went on, sounding like a teacher. "When you get old, your eyes are no longer able to focus up close. The tissues in your eyes become less flexible - they can't bend enough to focus the light properly."

Izzy continued to watch as the doctor sewed Vic's skin. The doctor's eyes weren't the only thing failing her. Her hands moved with precision, but slowly. Occasionally they stopped, and the doctor's face became intense, as if engaged in a battle of will for control of her body. It made Izzy sad to think that the person the town admired the most, and counted on the most, might no longer be able to live up to their expectations.

Izzy studied the pattern the doctor used. It wasn't one that she had learned for fabric. She wondered if her prime uncle ever used it for leather? Leather and skin probably used the same techniques, she decided.

Eventually, Vic was finished. He immediately sprung to his feet and engaged the other boys in reckless horseplay.

"Izzy," Doc Porter said before she could leave, "I wonder how you would feel if I asked your uncle to let you help me? A couple hours a week after school?" Izzy smiled and nodded.

Age 13 - Part 5

Vic's wound healed - although not as quickly as if he had heeded the doctor's instructions. Izzy began spending less afterschool time with her prime uncle, instead helping the doctor with day to day tasks.

Dante entertained a few more circuit girls, and Izzy eagerly played music for them. And once they went to bed, Izzy masturbated while listening to them. Now, her fantasies were much more vivid. She knew what it was like to be a man having sex - sort of. In her mind she could play both parts. Her imagination was unleashed.

One Thursday Dante greeted his friends with a sour face. "I've got to go on a stupid circuit," he told them. "I'm a chaperone."

"Well, it'll be kinda cool to see different towns, don't you think?" Phil said, trying to make the most of it.

"It's just such a waste of time. Five days of sitting on a truck doing nothing, and nights standing next to a closed door listening to some other guy getting to bang a girl," he moped. "It's not fair."

Izzy and the others all knew the reason why circuits were so important, of course. Generations living in the bunkers had left their ancestors' genes frail. The human race was in danger, and the only way to produce healthy babies was to mate people from different communities. Nobody said anything, though - they just commiserated with their friend for the sacrifice he was forced to make.

On Friday afternoon Vic came to the doctor's office. "Hey, um, Doc? Can Izzy leave for the day? We really need her help with something. It sorta can't wait."

Doc porter gave Vic a penetrating gaze, clearly suspicious of what trouble they were planning to get into. Then she smiled. "Go on with your friends - I don't have much work for you today anyway," she told Izzy. Phil and Joey were waiting outside.

On the walk to the river, Vic explained the plan. "We need you to climb up the tree that hangs over the river, and tie this rope to a branch. Then, we spend the rest of the day swinging out over the river and diving in!" He seemed very satisfied with himself.

Izzy objected. "Vic, I can't climb a tree in this!" She said, gesturing at outfit. She was wearing a billowy blouse and a circle skirt than hung to her mid-shins.

"Why not?" Vic asked.

"There's no way I could shimmy along a branch in a skirt this long!" She told him. "And I would definitely tear the blouse. My mom would freak out."

"So take them off," Phil suggested. Izzy looked at him indignantly. "It's nothing we haven't seen before," he added.

"Not going to happen," Izzy insisted.

"Okay, okay...," Vic said authoritatively. "Here's what's going to happen. When we get there, Joey is going to take off his clothes. Izzy will change into Joey's clothes - we won't peek - and then she'll climb the tree and tie the rope while Joey stands there ashamed of his pecker. Everyone okay with that?" Nobody objected.

When they got to their swimming spot, Izzy looked over her friends, sighed, and then stripped down to her underwear without giving Joey a chance to volunteer his clothes. The guys boosted her up and she crawled along a thick branch until she reached the spot Vic had indicated. She had some trouble tying a strong knot while keeping her balance, but she managed, and then she lowered herself on the rope. Her friends grabbed her and swung her to shore.

It took Vic no time to cast away his clothes, run and jump to the rope, and then drop into the river. Joey and Phil did the same.

"You should come in with us," Joey encouraged her as he came out of the water. Neither of them thought about the fact that he was standing naked in front of her, and her nearly so. "It would be more fun if you were doing it too."

"I can't!" Izzy whined. "My mom still checks to see if my clothes are wet. I can't get away with it!"

"You could if you were naked," Phil said, passing by. He swung and fell into the water with the most awkward tumble he could manage.

Decision churned in Izzy's mind, and then with a grin, she freed herself from her bra and undershorts. She literally shoved Vic out of the way on her dash to the rope. She kicked her legs and swung through four cycles before landing further from shore than any of them had so far managed. For the next half hour, setting a new record was the only goal on any of their minds.

Vic was showboating on the rope, leaving his friends standing in the breeze. Izzy noticed that Joey was staring at her. "What?" She asked.

"Nothing!" Joey answered, but he gave it away, glancing at her nipple before looking away.

"Oh my god! You've got a hard-on!" Izzy observed with surprise. She looked around. "You all do!"

Phil approached her. "Well, yeah. I mean, we're here with a beautiful naked girl, thus, hard-on!" He explained.

"Be serious!" Izzy said, rolling her eyes. "I know I'm not beautiful. I'm barely even a girl," she said.

"I think you're beautiful," Joey said. Then he surprised her by grabbing her shoulders and kissing her.

She didn't fight it. She didn't want to fight it. Their faces touched in a new, nice way, for seconds. As soon as Joey let her go, Phil turned her body to face him, and he kissed her as well. Kissing a girl weeks before had been interesting, but kissing boys was like nothing she'd ever experienced. She felt as if some great machinery inside her were waking up, whirring and thumping and clashing for some fantastic unknown purpose. By the time Phil was done kissing her, Vic had joined them. She didn't wait for him to grab her - she turned her body on her own into his kiss.

From there it became a sort of game: the three boys standing in a circle, passing her between them as if she were a beach ball, and kissing her. There was no selfishness or competition: each took his turn and then passed her to the next. She giggled and closed her eyes, happy with this new sport they had discovered. As she moved between them she sometimes felt their hard cocks touch her hips or belly. She grew dizzy, but that just made it more fun.

The boys started grabbing her breasts while they kissed her. Her soft flesh yielded to their strong hands, except for her nipples. They would not yield; they stayed hard. With her arms dangling at her sides, sometimes cocks made their ways into her hands, and she would squeeze them lovingly, for just a moment.

Izzy's eyes flew open and she gasped when someone's finger entered her vagina. She cooed as it stroked in and out, just a little. Phil held up his now glistening finger just before Vic took a turn and penetrated her. Now she was being fingerbanged, briefly, with every kiss.

Orgasm raced up on her and overtook her. Her pussy clenched at one body's finger, and then continued to spasm around the next, and the next, and the next. She came harder than she had ever thought possible, and she kept coming as her friends passed her between them and fingered her cunt.

Finally it was too much - intense to the point of almost being painful. She stopped fighting the weakness in her knees and collapsed to the ground, panting. The smile on her face made it impossible to mistake how she felt about the experience.

The boys sat down with her. "Was that your first orgasm?" Joey asked.

Izzy chuckled. "No! But..., wow!"

"You know," Vic said leadingly, "since we all just made you come...."

"I'm not going to let you fuck me!" Izzy protested.

"No, but," Vic angled, "you could give us blowjobs."

"Ew, gross!" Izzy winced.

"Girls do it all the time!" Phil argued.

"What girls?" Izzy challenged him. When he wasn't able to answer she went on: "Trust me guys, I will never - as long as there's water in the ocean and the sun shines down on the Earth - I will never put a penis in my mouth!"

"Still...," she said. She pushed Vic, laying him on his back, and then she took his cock in both her hands. There was room to spare. She began squeezing and rubbing it, stroking it and experimenting. Vic closed his eyes and groaned. Two minutes later she had figured out how to give it a proper jerk. Vic was panting, his cock throbbing in her hands, and then it erupted. Sticky white semen flew into the air, splattering everywhere.

Izzy laughed. "Gross," she said again. But then she did the same thing to Joey, only mostly one-handed.

Phil looked at her expectantly. She laid him on his back. But then instead of sitting beside him jerking his cock, she climbed on top of him. "I'm not going to put it in," she said.

She flattened his cock against his belly beneath her, and ground her pussy along its length. They both moaned. She moved her body back and forth over his in a hypnotic, animal motion that none of them had known she was capable of. Phil's cockhead, barely peaking out from under her, flared as she rode him. His cock became slippery and wet with her juice. It throbbed into her like an animal trying to escape a pen. Izzy moaned with excitement, thinking she might come soon, but then Phil gushed come onto his stomach with a grunt.

The next day, Saturday, began with swimming - although with considerably more physical contact than Izzy was used to. When the time felt right, they took a break from the water and Izzy gave Joey and Phil simultaneous handjobs. Phil came first - probably because she had used her dominant hand on him - but it didn't take Joey long to catch up. While the boys calmed down, Izzy lifted her semen-covered hands to her face to get a good look at the creepy precious stuff. Quickly, hoping not to be noticed, she darted her tongue out, barely touching it. All she learned was that it was salty.

Then it was Vic's turn. As she had done with Phil the day before, Izzy laid Vic down on his back and climbed on top of him, rubbing her pussy back and forth across his captive pole. His was so long! Izzy wasn't sure exactly how deep her vagina went, but she was sure there wasn't room for all of Vic. She thought about what it would be like to feel it inside her while she moved on top of him. She thought about fucking him - fucking them all, over and over. She thought about how free she would feel, giving in to every lustful impulse. She hadn't even realized that while she fantasized, she had leaned forward to get her clitoris closer to the action. She hadn't even thought about Vic squeezing her boobs and rubbing his thumbs on her nipples. She only had a moment to realize that she was about to come before it happened. She arched her back and ground her pussy hard against his shaft. Vic's cock struggled harder, but in vain, and then spit out its payload all over his front.

After another hour, the boys were all hard again. The frequency with which they "accidentally" poked her with their dicks seemed conspicuous, especially given that they never seemed to poke each other. She didn't feel like doing all the work to get three boys off again, but she did agree to put on a show for them while they wanked themselves. She sat on a big rock and fucked her pussy with the small end of Phil's throwing stick while they stood in a half circle around her, vigorously stroking their dicks at her.

"Use the big end!" Vic suggested.

She smiled with doubt, but flipped the wood baton over in her hand, and pressed the threatening bulbous end against her opening. It wasn't going in. She rubbed it around in her juices. She lay back, trying to relax, and angled it this way and that. It was still too big for her. Joey came, making a mess on her knee and shin.

"It's not going in," she declared.

"I can make it go in," Vic said with a raised eyebrow.

"No way. It's too big. Look!" Izzy spread the lips of her pussy apart by hand to give the boys the best possible view, and held up the giant piece of wood next to it.

That did it for Phil. Izzy managed to close her legs, absorbing the barrage with her hip. Vic took a step forward before he came - he seemed to deliberately aim his ejaculation at Izzy's face and chest.

"Guys!" She said with feigned frustration. "Now I've got to get wet all over again!" With that she ran and swung from the rope, twirling as she fell through the air into the river.

On Sunday when the urge to touch a cock became too strong to resist, Izzy snuck up behind Vic, pressed her body against his, and grabbed his cock. She jerked it, discovering that this was a far superior position: her arm didn't get nearly as tired, so she was able to jerk it more vigorously, and longer, than when sitting beside them. She even exercised some degree of aim when he shot his load.

She did the same thing with Joey and Phil. A more surprising revelation was how it felt to have her naked body pressed tightly to theirs. She couldn't make sense of the feelings, but they were powerful and new, and in a weird way, wholesome. With her face pressed into their shoulders while she made them come, she realized that she could even smell them - unique scents that she already knew without knowing it.

The gang agreed to do everything they could to get out of any afterschool work and come swimming the next day.

At home, with Dante still away, the bedroom felt lonely. Izzy reached back in time to revive a forgotten part of her relationship with her prime uncle, and asked him to tuck her in to bed.

Christopher was sitting on the edge of her bed and petting her hair when his face took on a curious look. He grabbed the short sleeve of her night shirt and rolled it up. "Where is your tan line?" He asked.

Izzy panicked inside but managed a nonchalant shrug and "hmm". She avoided looking into his eyes.

He tugged her collar away from her neck. "Izzy," he said more insistently this time, "why don't you have any tan lines?"

Izzy drew upon her science lessons to come up with a plausible answer. "I think there's something about the weave of my new dress that lets through the sun," she said with as much confidence as she could muster. "Something about wavelengths and interference patterns?"

"Hmm," Christopher said. He kissed her forehead, turned out the light, and left the room.

Vic sent Joey into the tailor shop on Monday to retrieve Izzy. He had calculated that, as the youngest, Joey would raise the least suspicion.

"Uncle, can I go with the guys?" Izzy begged.

"Yeah, sure," Christopher told her. "What are you up to today?"

"Boomerang practice!" She lied. "We want to try hanging some targets from a tree with string," she added, remembering one of the plans they hadn't gotten around to.

When they reached the river, the kids all stripped down and began swinging, splashing, dunking, and chasing each other. Izzy even tried out some strutting and posing, revelling in her new sexual confidence.

"PUT. YOUR. GOD. DAMN. CLOTHES. ON!" Christopher bellowed from the top of the hill. The kids all scrambled out of the water, got dressed, and scattered.

Back at home, Izzy's mother yelled up a storm. "That is totally unacceptable! You don't know what sorts of things boys can be driven to by a naked girl! I just don't understand how to get through to you! I have tried and tried to teach you how to be a young woman, and you have fought me every step of the way!"

It was when she stopped yelling that Lana became really scary. "No more playing with boys. I don't want you seeing any of them any more."

"But...," Izzy tried to object.

"And no more dress-up," Lana went on. "You will look and act like a lady every hour of every day from now on."

"But mom, they're my only friends!" Izzy begged.

"Not another word, Isabella, or you'll regret it!" Lana threatened.

"Mom, please? Can't we...," Izzy pressed.

"That's it. No more violin lessons."

Izzy's mouth hung open. She looked like she'd been struck in the head. Her lips began to quiver and tears streamed from her eyes. She ran to her bedroom, slammed the door, and sobbed so much her face hurt.

Age 13 - Part 6

Months crawled along. Doc porter worked with Izzy's teacher, hoping to encourage her as a future doctor, but Izzy's mind wasn't the scientific sort. She did show promise as a surgical assistant, though, even closing a wound on her own with minimal supervision.

Other girls made efforts to befriend Izzy with varying degrees of sincerity, at the insistence of some of the town's mothers. Izzy tried too, but she never felt like she had anything in common with them. She grew her hair out, so the curls were long enough to tickle her collar, and she wore clothes suitable for a young lady, but despite looking like one of them, she was an outsider.

Dante remained her only friend, but his time was divided between her and her former friends. Activities like hunting and racing weren't much fun with just the two of them, but it made them both happy when she played music for him. When a theater troupe came to town, Dante took Izzy to see the play four times so she could try to learn its music. On the last day before they travelled on, she questioned their violinist for nearly an hour to try to perfect the new songs. One of Dante's circuit girl guests even recognized one of the play's songs, which Izzy found affirming.

In spring, Dante died. The farm at which he worked relied heavily on a tractor pieced together from countless scavenged before-bunker machines. It broke frequently, always requiring a combination of ingenuity and force to fix. This time, Dante's arm got caught, and his artery severed.

After that, Izzy only ever played her violin for her grandmother, when nobody else was around.

Age 14 - Part 1

When summer came, Izzy got in the habit of watching her former friends at their favorite swimming spot on the river. She would hide in the dam's spillway high above them - a concrete tunnel meant to handle excess water. From there she didn't risk the pain of having to look any of them in the eye.

One Sunday she fell asleep there. She woke up to find Joey kneeling and holding her hand. She stood and hugged him, squeezing with all her strength and on the verge of tears for minutes.

On Wednesday night after her family had gone to bed, Izzy heard a tapping on her bedroom window. Joey was there, asking if she wanted to go for a walk. They wandered hand-in-hand for an hour, mostly talking about Dante, before saying goodnight.

On Friday night Izzy snuck out to walk with Joey again. They rested in the dam spillway and looked at the stars. Joey told her she looked pretty in her new clothes.

On Saturday night, they kissed. It excited her like it had in the past, filling her with a strange sort of energy, but it was more than that. She felt a sort of closeness with Joey that she'd never experienced with anyone else - not even Dante. After several minutes of kissing and petting outside of their clothes, Izzy pulled down Joey's pants, and took her underwear off from under her dress. She couldn't see when she climbed on top of him - her skirt draped across his chest - but she remembered enough to work from feeling. She trapped his stiff cock against his body and slid her pussy up and down its length, smearing wetness all over it. She watched the changes in Joey's face while he slowly drifted toward sexual bliss. His face froze and he gurgled when he ejaculated, but he had the presence of mind to lift her skirt first, to save it from being stained.

On Sunday night it started the same - Izzy rubbing her pussy along Joey's shaft. Then, in the middle of it, she decided. Her hips rose up. She leaned forward to kiss her dear friend and she reached under her skirt. She grabbed his cock, held its tip against her hole, and then eased back into it. Izzy rocked her hips, gently accepting him deeper into her pussy, little by little. Joey's moans sounded pained, but the look on his face made it obvious that he was enjoying it as much as her. Then out of nowhere, Joey shoved her, sending her tumbling to the side. His comeshot splattered against her slip rather than her cervix. He looked at her, concerned how she might have taken his unexpected violence, but she just laughed.

On Monday night they brought a blanket. They stripped naked and examined each other's bodies for the first time in nearly a year. Joey's chest had filled out, although it was still largely hairless. His shoulders were wider now, with more muscle and bone to command his body's power. His dick was about the same - it was nice, like Izzy remembered - but his ball sack was definitely bulgier. Both were surrounded by a thicker forest of pubic hair than before.

Izzy's breasts were fuller now - enough to really feel in Joey's hands, even if they were still shaped more like shallow cones than proper boobs. The curves of her hips and her ass were profound - they no longer shared any resemblance to a boy's. The fur surrounding her pussy was darker now than the wheat-brown curls on her head.

This time, Joey was on top of her. They looked into each other's eyes while he entered her, and then kissed while he shifted his body and stroked his cock in her pussy. Izzy marveled at how different it felt to have living flesh touching her insides. Joey's cock was warm and, somehow, vital; she could feel its life. He rolled off of her when he was near climax, and she finished him by hand. Then, over the half hour that followed, Izzy experienced something inexplicable but marvelous while he sucked and pawed at her breasts.

On Tuesday night they did it doggy-style. He came on her thigh. On Wednesday night he knelt upright and banged her while she looked up at him with loving eyes. She bit her finger to keep from screaming when she came. That set Joey off quicker than he had expected - he barely pulled out in time, this time splattering come into her butt crack.

On Thursday he took her from behind while they both knelt. He held her breast and their bodies moved together.

"I call next," came Vic's voice. Phil was with him. Joey jumped to his feet. Izzy grabbed her dress and held it in front of her. "Keep going - I'll wait," Vic told them.

"It's not like that," Izzy tried to explain. "This is different than the stuff we all used to do."

"What's the problem?" Vic said. He circled around Izzy trying to get a look at her unprotected backside. She turned with him, leaving her ass exposed to Phil. "You like to fuck. We like to fuck. Let's all fuck."

Joey pulled the blanket from the floor and wrapped it around Izzy before getting dressed.

"Guys, last year was fun, but it was just goofing around. Friends having fun together," Izzy explained. "Things are different now. Since Dante died, Joey has been really special to me. He's been here for me."

Phil joined in: "We want to be here for you too."

"...As long as 'here' means between your legs," Vic added.

"Guys, no," Izzy said.

Joey moved between Izzy and Vic, obviously ready for a fight with the boy three years older and five inches taller than him. Menace flowed between them. Their hands closed into fists.

"Come on, man," Phil said, gesturing toward the spillway exit. "Vic...!" Vic stayed another second before making a show of turning his back on the younger boy.

Once Vic and Phil were gone, Joey held Izzy. She buried her face in his shoulder, saying, "I'm sorry!" over and over.

Izzy started to get nervous when her period was three days late. She re-counted the days over and over, hoping her math was wrong. By the fifth day she was panicked.

"I want to go on circuit. I want to have a baby," she told her mother and uncle. It was the only way to save Joey from castration. She needed socially approved sex to cover for her pregnancy.

"You are not ready for that responsibility," her mother scolded.

"No, I am!" Izzy argued, trying not to seem desperate. "I feel it - the need to grow something, nurture it. To be part of the future of humanity." She tried to think of all the things girls said when they found out they were pregnant, and work them into her plea.

Izzy's mother shook her head, but her prime uncle looked sympathetic. "Lana...," he said, gesturing to another corner of the room.

Izzy only caught fragments of their whispered discussion, but Christopher was clearly on her side. "Most girls take a number of months to get pregnant," he pointed out. "You took nearly a year with Dante." "It might help socialize her - give her more in common with other girls." "She's your only daughter - we need to help her start raising a family some day. Without a brother to help her, she'll need our support even more."

Lana relented, and Izzy was scheduled for her first circuit, supposedly at the time of her next ovulation.

Age 14 - Part 2

Izzy thought long and hard about whether to tell Joey about her pregnancy. She decided against it. There was no point in putting stress on him when there was nothing he could do. She would go and have sex with some foreign boys, and that would be the end of it.

For the first time in her life, Izzy examined her wardrobe with an eye for what would make her look prettiest. With help from Christopher, she made a few alterations to make the clothes suit her better.

There was only one other woman on the trip - a twenty-one year old named Sandra who already had two children. Izzy had tried to question her on what to expect, and was disappointed with the answer. "Don't try to make this into a fairy tale, kid," Sandra had told her. "Just pick a guy who looks healthy and strong, open your legs for him, and let him do his thing. With luck, after a couple months of trying, you'll be pregnant and won't have to put up with it any more."

Izzy reflected on those words: "A couple months of trying." She and Joey hadn't even done it for real, and even then only a couple times, and here she was in trouble.

Both chaperones were mid-fifty-year-olds. They talked to each other in code, but Izzy was fluent in male-speak. Their goal for the trip was to watch some young pretty girls get fucked - mental images to fuel their masturbation in the months to come. It had been years since either had been chosen by a circuit girl, it seemed. Frank was Izzy's chaperone, but given how much time he spent staring at Sandra's tits, she clearly wasn't his first choice. Troy was the other chaperone.

Forbidden from taking her violin on the trip, and finding no interest in conversation from her fellow travellers, Izzy mostly just watched the countryside and tapped out the rhythm of songs on the truck body. The wide-brimmed hat she had been wearing, meant as sun protection for her sleeveless shoulders, was lost to the wind after two hours.

There was one moment of tension when the road pushed through some thick woods. The trees were close enough to touch, and dense enough to block out the summer sun. Frank, who Izzy had assumed was sleeping, took the rifle from his back, checked the chamber, and held it ready. He suddenly displayed the concentration of a hunter as he stared out into the woods at something. Izzy didn't see what it was, but she did see eyes, watching them.

At Woolton, Izzy, Sandra, and circuit girls from one or two more towns were directed to sit on some bleachers. All of Woolton's hopeful men and boys lined up on a sort of stage, and one by one introduced themselves. It didn't seem like a lot to go on for a woman to choose the sire of her child, but Izzy was excited by the number of appealing options she had. When the lineup ended, other girls beat her to several of her top picks, but she had Jake all to her self. "Aren't you a cute little thing," he began their conversation.

Five minutes later they were walking to Jake's house. At eighteen, Jake was the oldest of the children in his family. His oldest sister was eleven, so he didn't have any child-raising duties yet. Izzy and Frank were treated to dinner, but the family didn't show quite the level of courtesy that Izzy's mother would have insisted on. Even though she was the guest this time, a part of her expected to play music for them.

"Izzy and I will be in here," Jake explained, showing them the house. "You can wait out here while we're doing it, and then this room is yours when you're ready to sleep," he told Frank.

"No can do, kid," Frank told him, shaking his head in an exaggerated way. "This is Izzy's first circuit - I'm not letting her out of my sight."

"Oh.... Okay. Well then let me grab some pillows and blankets. I'm afraid you'll have to sleep on the floor," Jake said.

Soon it was time for bed, and the three entered the bedroom carrying a couple candles. Jake began to undress. Frank found a comfortable spot on the wall to lean on with a good view of the bed. Izzy felt confused, as if she had been forgotten - or, more likely, as if something were expected of her that she didn't know about. She guessed, and took off her clothes.

There wasn't kissing or petting. No soft words, no caressing her back. Those were how things were supposed to start, she thought. Instead, Jake laid her on her back and stroked her pussy lips with his hand. That's all he did, until he concluded she was wet enough. Then he moved his body over hers and penetrated her.

The sudden intrusion of his cock in her inexperienced pussy was uncomfortable at first. Joey had always made her feel comfortable - and anyway, Joey was smaller than Jake. Soon her body was in agreement and she enjoyed being stuffed - feeling his hard body on top of her and inside her. She found herself moving her hips in time with his thrusts. She touched his shoulder, admiring the tension in the muscles keeping him from crushing her.

Frank was watching them, with his hand on his crotch over his pants. He didn't seem like a protector just then - just a pervy old man.

Jake began thrusting harder, moving her a little with each motion. Then he grunted. Izzy could feel the warmth of his semen filling her up.

Jake moved to her side, blew out the candles, and became silent and still. Frank could be heard shuffling while he presumably undressed and climbed into his blankets. Izzy lay there, in an unfamiliar house full of unfamiliar people, hundreds of miles from home. She didn't think she would ever fall asleep. She felt squishy between her legs, and she wondered what it would feel like, and smell like, in the morning.

She woke up, feeling her body being moved around like a sack of grain. Jake was rolling her over onto her front, and then lifting her hips to slide two pillows beneath her. With her ass elevated in the dark, Jake again began to rub her pussy.

"We're going to do it again?" Izzy asked. This was definitely not something anyone had ever mentioned as being part of sex.

"You want a baby, right?" Jake answered defensively. "The more we do it the better the odds."

"Yeah, okay," she agreed.

He knelt on top of her legs and he pressed his cock into her, his big hands on her tiny waist. It felt different this time - he wasn't able to get it all inside her in one push. His dick was softer this time, she concluded. But her pussy welcomed it, squeezing it to stiffness while he thrust.

It felt wonderful, and it went on for a long time. Izzy began to emit soft whispery moans each time his cock touched deep inside her. Intensity rose inside her, and then exploded. She came and her cunt spasmed on his cock. The orgasm ended but the intensity remained. He kept fucking her and she couldn't hold back from expressing her bliss. "Uh! Uh! Oh yeah - feels so good. Mmm, uh! Fuck me more! Fuck me more! Ooohhhh!"

She came again, muttering nonsense sounds, and Jake came with her. Again her womb was flooded with baby-seed. She delighted as her pussy drank it all in.

This time, before Jake could fall asleep, Izzy found his mouth and delivered three soft kisses. Then she climbed over him and held him from behind, pressing her body against his. She had no trouble falling back to sleep.

Age 14 - Part 3

The Appa truck arrived in Marley in the late afternoon. The Marley Future Generations Council representative explained to them how it worked: After sunset, the circuit girls would go to the ruins on the edge of town, as would all participating Marley men. The girls would have sex with whichever men they chose there at the ruins, and then they had the option to sleep there, or pay for rooms at the inn. Blankets would be provided, courtesy of the town.

Frank decided that they wouldn't be renting rooms at the inn, but they would kill the two hours before sunset drinking there. Frank and Troy talked loudly about hunting and fishing and such, eventually attracting two local men to join the conversation. Sandra drank silently but heavily. Izzy sipped at her beer and watched the other local men watching her, and unreservedly discussing what they intended to do with her.

Izzy quietly asked the waitress if she knew a seventeen year old woman named Eva with long black hair. Surprisingly, the waitress said she worked next door at the general store. Izzy knew that Frank wouldn't leave his new friends, so she convinced him that he didn't need to watch her as she went next door.

"Well I'll be!" Eva delighted when she saw Izzy. "You look just like a gallant man I met in Appa. You wouldn't happen to be Isaac's twin sister, would you?"

"Yes ma'am," Izzy answered, amused that Eva was still playing their game.

"Wonderful! You're such a pretty girl," she said, stroking Izzy's cheek. "What might your name be?"

"Izzy," Izzy told her.

"It's nice to meet you," Eva said warmly. "Are you in town on circuit?"

"Yes ma'am," Izzy answered. "It's my first one. My first circuit - this is my second town."

"It's Eva, not ma'am. We're friends," Eva insisted. Izzy smiled back.

"So," Eva continued, "will I be seeing Isaac again the next time I'm in Appa?"

"Oh, no." Izzy answered. "My mother hates him."

"Pity. I dream about returning to his arms. His friend Joey was more pleasant than most, too," Eva told her. Something in Izzy's face must have betrayed her, because Eva added slyly, "But then maybe you already knew that."

Izzy fidgeted uncomfortably before changing the subject. "If it's alright to ask, I've been wondering. Do you... not like boys?"

"I enjoy them for conversation," Eva explained. "And when something needs to be lifted to a high shelf, or someone needs to get beat up, they're quite handy. But when it comes to their hairy sweaty naked bodies touching me? They are an unfortunate necessity." She put her hand on her belly and arched her back to show off the swell of a mid-term pregnancy.

"You're having a baby?!" Izzy gushed. "Congratulations!"

"Why thank you!" Eva said with a curtsey. "Now you.... Do you not like girls?"

Izzy shook her head. "Not really. They're boring. You're an exception." She smiled at her friend.

"But you do like boys?" Eva asked leadingly. Izzy blushed, and smiled wildly.

"So you're one of those girls, then!" Eva accused with a wink. Izzy grinned and nodded. "Well, I expect you'll have a good time tonight. Just be careful - Marley guys become cavemen around circuit girls. You do have a chaperone, I hope?"

Frank waved to Izzy through the store window, clearly unwilling to leave her alone any longer, so the two girls hugged and Izzy skipped off.

When the four from Appa arrived at the ruins, there were thirty or so men waiting, looking at them hopefully. There were no other women. Sandra picked one immediately, seemingly without any thought, and they walked to another part of the ruins.

Izzy had no idea what to do. An old man seized the moment and approached. "Good evening miss," he said. "You're looking beautiful and fertile tonight."

His teeth were an unpleasant yellow and he had a long white beard. He must have been sixty years old - Izzy had thought that penises didn't even work at that age. Izzy was repulsed by the idea of laying with him, but she wasn't sure if she could even refuse. Things seemed so different away from Appa.

Frank noticed her discomfort. "It's your decision. You won't hurt anyone's feelings. You have to make the choice - not anyone else," he told her.

The circle of men inched closer, but Frank held them at bay with hand gestures. The moon had begun to light up sky, so Izzy could see them all clearly. She scanned the crowd until her eyes settled on a boy - probably fifteen - with lovely gray eyes. He had brown hair in a short ponytail, and his shirt was pleasingly tight on his chest. Frank signalled for him to approach.

"Hi. I'm Izzy. I'm new to this," she told him.

"Bill. That's okay."

Bill helped Izzy out of her dress. She was standing in her underwear in front of thirty strangers while Bill removed most of his clothes. The crowd of men backed away, half-fading into the darkness, but they didn't leave. That struck Izzy as strange, since she had clearly made her choice.

Bill took her blanket from her, spread it out on a waist-high slab of mostly-horizontal concrete, and set her on the edge. He began kissing her. Izzy had loved every other kiss she had ever had, but she decided she didn't like kissing Bill. Somehow it felt like a desperate attack. Nonetheless, her body responded. Her pulse quickened - she could feel it all over. And between her legs, her cunt warmed up, plumped up, lubed up, and got ready for what was clearly going to happen.

Bill helped her out of her underwear, but he ignored her bra. Izzy's nipples were stiff enough that she could feel every fiber in its cloth with every little move she made. "Do you have a favorite way of doing it?" Bill asked as he took off his remaining clothes.

"I don't really know yet," Izzy answered.

Bill made the decision. He grabbed her legs and positioned her at the edge of the slab, laid her back, and then rested her feet on his shoulders. He rubbed his cock in her pool of wetness and then gradually worked it inside her tight pussy.

Frank stood a few feet away with the rifle slung on his back. His hand made slow circles on his crotch outside his pants. Some of the bystanders, much further away, were likewise touching themselves while they watched Bill plow the young girl. A few were even beginning to drop their pants and jack off properly.

Izzy touched her nipples through her bra, curious about just how hard they were. That sent a tremor of arousal through her body, and forced a gasp. She fingered them some more, exploring this undiscovered element of sex, making her moan even more.

Bill held her legs tight to his chest and came in her warm cunt. "Thank you ma'am," he said immediately after as he put his clothes on and walked away.

Izzy looked to Frank for an explanation. "Is that it?" She said, disappointed.

"Unless you want to pick another one," he told her.

Izzy's eyes went wide. "I can do that?"

Frank looked at her like a tiresome child. "You want to get pregnant, don't you?"

The circle of men had again contracted, but none were too close. Sitting up, naked, feeling the come drip out of her, she looked again through the gathered crowd. She beckoned to an eighteen year old with a shaved head and a goatee. Something about the way he'd been rubbing himself interested her.

The new guy scrambled up to her and began to undress. "You want me to kiss you and stuff?" He asked.

Izzy felt that she was supposed to want that. But instead she answered with the truth. "You can just fuck me if you want."

The new guy wasted no time. His hard cock slipped into her ready pussy and pumped at a comfortable rate right away. He didn't hold her legs to his chest like the first guy had, though. He folded her legs beside her and leaned in, bracing himself on her knees. He grunted frequently. A frothy mixture of sex-fluids leaked from their union.

Izzy revelled in the joy of getting fucked. It wasn't the same as it had been with Joey - there was no love here. But there was freedom she'd never experienced before, knowing that nobody would be mad at her for this. She wasn't violating any laws or taboos - she was rutting exactly the way teen girls were encouraged to. Even all the pairs of eyes fixed on her didn't bother her much any more. They all wanted her, she was surprised to realize. They would stay here all night fucking her as much as she allowed and not judge her. She liked that idea.

She touched her nipples and whimpered. Then she took off her bra and teased them, moving her fingers in circles over her small areolae, barely touching the stiff nubs at their centers. Finally, gently, she took the tips between her fingers and thumbs, and she wailed. Moments later she came while her partner kept thrusting into her pussy, smiling with approval.

She looked around again, making plans for who was next. Some of them were unfuckable, but the rest... she thought about having them all.

The guy with the shaved head stopped thrusting. With his hands he encouraged her to flip over, face down on the slab. Now with her legs hanging over the edge, he fucked her from behind, with energy. He slapped her ass once, which didn't hurt. She found it funny. She began gasping and moaning and clawing at the blanket, nearing another climax. Shockingly, he pushed the tip of a wet pinky finger into her ass. She tumbled out of control through the spasming bliss of coming hard. It felt so weird, but it complemented her orgasm perfectly.

Her man came, and stepped away. She pointed to a thirteen year old to replace him. Lying on her back, she pulled him on top of her, not even giving him a chance to do more than pull down his pants.

"You are so pretty!" He told her while he thrust into her. The fabric of his shirt irritated her nipples in the most amazing way.

"You're really good at this!" She complimented him back. "I like your dick a lot!"

Soon, Izzy was clutching him hard and shrieking.

"Are you coming?" He asked. She didn't hear him over her own wails.

Izzy took a moment to catch her breath, not even thinking about her next fuck. One teen boy, skinny and tall, stepped forward until Frank took his hand out of his pants to issue a stop gesture. Izzy waved him on. He stood her up and led her a few feet away to a five-foot thick cement pillar. He pressed her back against it and kissed her hard. At the same time, he wormed his long cock between her legs and into her pussy, fucking her at an angle that she wouldn't have thought possible. It put pressure on her insides in a novel new way that made her groan. This was proper kissing, and fucking. He managed to put a hand on her boob, too, and squeeze and rub it. She came non-stop, until he eventually blew his load and separated from her.

Izzy panted. "I think I'm done," she said softly to Frank."

He bellowed to the crowd, "That's it. Maybe she'll see you next month."

Age 14 - Part 4

Izzy was happy for the whole drive home. Her pussy was sore, but that was a badge of honor to her. She wished she had her violin with her on the road. She had never tried writing music before, but there was a melody inside her head struggling to get out. All she could do was hum.

When she finally got home, there were visitors. In addition to her mother, grandmother, and prime uncle, the sheriff and a member of the Future Generations Council were sitting in the living room. "Sit down, Izzy," her uncle told her before she could reach her bedroom.

"Izzy, we have reason to believe that you've been having sex with local boys," the sheriff said bluntly.

"What? No!" Izzy insisted, adrenaline suddenly sweeping through her body. "Wha... what makes you think that??"

The sheriff continued to press: "Izzy, we've already taken testimony from other people involved. We already know most of the story. We just need to hear your side of things."

Izzy shook her head. "No! I would never do something like that!" She pleaded. "There must be a misunderstanding. Tell me what you've heard and maybe I can figure out the mistake!"

"That's not how this works," the sheriff said. "We ask, you answer. Is it true that you're pregnant? That you went on circuit to hide your malbreeding?"

Izzy's face went white as a sheet. She hadn't told anybody about that - how could they know? She shook her head - as far from side to side as it would go, as if that would convince them of her sincerity. "No - if I'm p... pregnant, it happened on circuit.

Christopher slammed his fist into the table. "Izzy, tell them everything they want to know, right now!"

She began to sob. "I swear! None of it is true! It's not true!" She looked to her grandmother, hoping to find an ally, but her grandmother's eyes were vacant.

The sheriff pulled her uncle and mother aside. They spoke softly; she couldn't hear it all. "We'll give her a day to reconsider." "Don't let her talk to any of her friends." "...proof of menstruation - otherwise we'll have to do a DNA test."

Izzy stayed in her room alone, exhausted but unable to sleep for hours. How could this have happened? Joey wouldn't have said anything - they must be guessing. Unless Vic or Phil said something. The punishment for malbreeding, for the boy, was always castration. They couldn't have been so upset that they would do that to Joey, would they?

Lana went with Izzy to school and made sure nobody talked to her. She got a lot of accusatory looks from a lot of people, young and old. Izzy learned the truth by looking at Vic's face: she saw guilt there. In Joey's she understandably saw panic. She tried to tell him with her eyes that it would be okay - that she wouldn't say anything - but he either didn't understand or didn't believe her.

Back at home Izzy did chores and helped prepare dinner. The sheriff and the councilman visited shortly before the meal was ready.

"Izzy, this is your last chance," her mother warned her. "You have to tell the truth, now, or you will be punished."

Izzy stuck with her denial. "I didn't do it, mom!"

Lana shook her head. The sheriff and the councilman left. The family ate in silence.

Izzy couldn't sleep again, but she came up with a plan - a sliver of hope to save her friend from the horrible fate she had put in his path. Late at night she got dressed and snuck out. She ran, careful not to be seen, to Doc Porter's house, and knocked like someone's life depended on it.

The doctor opened the door and let her in. She seemed to already know what was on the girl's mind.

"They're going to castrate him!" Izzy cried. "It's all my fault but they're going to punish him, and it's not fair! Please help me! You can... fake the DNA test, right?"

Doc took her hands. "It's not fair. But it's the law. And there are good reasons for it. Izzy, do you know that, by our best intelligence, the human population of the world is seventy thousand?" Izzy just stared - the number had no meaning to her.

"This policy...," the old woman sighed. "It might be our only chance to save the human race. But it goes against nature. Young people do what millions of years of evolution have programmed their bodies to do. It's inevitable."

Izzy looked at her hopefully. "So you'll help me? You'll fake the test?"

The doctor shook her head. "No - there won't be a test. The pregnancy needs to advance before the test can be administered. If you're alright with it, I'm going to show you how to make a tea that will bring back your period. You understand?"

Izzy nodded. "Thank you thank you!"

Doc Porter smiled. "Go home. Get some rest. Tomorrow I'll ask your uncle if you can help me for the day. We'll go gather the plants together. But Izzy - don't tell anyone about this. If word got out that I was teaching girls how not to have babies, I would be punished harshly. This is a very dangerous knowledge."

The next day, Izzy and the doctor went hiking in the woods. The doctor taught her about many plants, but especially about the few she needed to solve her problem. Izzy drank the first bitter cup, and hid the ingredients she would need for a few days to come.

At home, finally with hope, Izzy wanted to celebrate with music.

"Mom?" She said, exiting her bedroom. "My violin is missing. Did you move it?"

"I sold it," her mother said to her with steel in her eyes. "I told you there would be consequences."

"Wh... My violin?" Was all Izzy managed to say.

"You're a terrible child," her mother told her. "You never behave. You never think about your family. You don't deserve luxuries like that."

"But..., Grandma," Izzy argued. Music was one of the few things the feeble old woman still responded to.

"Your grandmother agrees with me," Lana said viscously.

Izzy looked at the childlike face of her grandmother, and touched her hand. Then she ran out the house. A mile away she climbed a tree and waited there until long after dark before returning home.

Izzy and her mother didn't speak for several days. One morning Izzy awoke to find her period had begun. "Mom! I'm not pregnant! See?" She said, holding up bloody fingers. She had held a tiny hope that, maybe, her violin would be returned to her. At least she figured her mother would start talking to her again. But Lana just went back to frying bacon for breakfast without a word.

Age 15 - Part 1

Izzy's new hobby became observing boys around circuit girls. She studied them, noting what things about a girl they responded to. She watched the girls, too - how they attracted boys' attention, or discouraged it. Sometimes she would practice in the mirror or a pool of water, trying out flirty faces and movements.

It was winter before the council trusted her enough to let her go on circuit again, but she rarely missed a month from then on.

On the morning of Izzy's August circuit departure, a member of the Council gave them special instructions. "We're making some changes to how we do things from now on. It's important that you listen to this. There was an incident in Marley two weeks ago. Mary Cooper was violated. Her chaperone left her alone to go... satisfy himself. That stops now. I understand that it's common for chaperones to touch themselves to some degree or another while their charges are mating, but that is no longer allowed. Men, your full attention will be given to your circuit girl, period."

She went on. "From now on, every truck will stop, an hour outside of each town, and radio home your status. If you're delayed, let us know about that too. And before going into each town, you'll make plans - where to meet if you're separated. Hopefully nothing like that will ever happen, but it pays to be prepared."

The councilwoman concluded: "We're making some changes at home too. The Council will be taking a more active role in matching foreign girls to local men. The women will still choose, but it will be a guided process - more fair and less predatory."

The trip was unremarkable until the stop outside of Woolton. The men tried to figure out how to work the radio, unsuccessfully. The girls mostly brushed the dust from their clothes, and watched the sheep watching them. Caroline and Ruby were the same age as Izzy, but they were far less experienced with circuits than she was. They seemed to hold that against her.

That evening, the men of Woolton lined up and presented themselves while girls from three foreign towns evaluated them. Izzy recognized many of the men. She had tried several of them before. Two or three would be worth returning to, if she felt like making a safe choice, but today she felt like something new. She spotted a pair of teen boys standing next to each other talking, clearly friends. She decided she wanted to take a closer look.

The lineup ended. The girls all stood up from the bleachers and crashed into the line of men like a wave on the rocks.

"Thomas? And Joshua?" Izzy said as she approached them. "I'm Izzy. You two look like close friends."

"Brothers, actually," Thomas said. "I'm the oldest."

"And I'm the best endowed," Joshua countered.

Thomas shook his head. "Really, he's not." They began to shove at each other. Izzy smiled.

"Do you both live together?" She asked.

"Mmm-hmm," Thomas affirmed.

"We share a bedroom, but he'll be happy sleep out in the barn with the sheep while I give you a night to remember," Joshua boasted.

"You can't actually think she'd pick you?" Thomas came back. Then in a mock-whisper, "He wets the bed."

"Actually, this is perfect!" Izzy told them. "I wasn't sure how I was going to pick between you two. Looks like I don't have to!" She twirled a curl of hair in her finger.

"What do you mean?" Joshua asked.

"We can all sleep in your bedroom," she explained. "You two are capable of sharing, right?"

Izzy's chaperone, a fifteen year old named Simon, smirked condescendingly all during the walk to the brothers' house while she flirted with them. He and Izzy had always been friendly toward each other growing up, but since the unproven malbreeding scandal, and rumors of Izzy's subsequent behavior on circuit, a portion of the town looked down on her. This annoyed Izzy's mother to no end.

"Hey look, um," Thomas said as they approached the boys' house, "I'm cool with this arrangement, but it would be better if we told my mom and uncle that you just picked one of us. It can be him - I don't care." Izzy nodded with a sly smile.

The boys' mother, prime uncle, and little sister were warm hosts. The sister, in particular, looked at her with a sort of awe that reminded her of how she used to sometimes see girls spending the night with Dante. There was also a toddler - a baby girl barely able to keep her balance on two feet. Simon took a few subtle verbal jabs at Izzy, but never crossed the line of making Appa look bad.

When bedtime came, Thomas went out to the barn - only for a little while to fool the parents. Joshua offered Simon sleeping arrangements in the living room, but Simon explained that he had orders never to leave Izzy alone, due to a recent unfortunate incident. He was sorry, but he would have to stay in the room with them.

Inside the bedroom, Joshua ran his hands up and down Izzy's slender body once. At fifteen, her body had all of a woman's curves, even if they were subtle. Then he pushed her onto the bed, dropped to his knees with his head under her skirt, and pulled off her underwear. His hands pressed her thighs apart, and his mouth attacked her pussy.

"Wow, you just get straight to it, don't you?" She chuckled.

"Would you prefer something else?" He asked thoughtfully.

"No, this is perfect...," she said as if drifting into a dream. She glanced at Simon watching her before closing her eyes.

Joshua took his time making out with her cunt. Thomas slipped in and joined her on the bed, cradling her, kissing her, and moving his hand under her blouse. She came like that, feeling cherished by the two brothers. Joshua didn't stop. Thomas removed her blouse and bra, and his fingertips danced over her face and chest. The next time she came, Thomas' lips were fixed to her molehill breasts.

Izzy put a stop to the heavenly oral. She stood up, took off her skirt and boots, and kissed Joshua, tasting her pussy on his face.

"What's your favorite way?" She asked him.

In answer, he spun her around playfully, pushed her face-down on the edge of the bed, and grabbed her ass. "Oh!" She exclaimed.

Joshua gave her a long steady fuck. Her toes curled and she moaned, trying to stay quiet, while he stuffed her pussy and she felt the bliss of it. Thomas stroked her back and looked her in the eyes while she came.

"I can't hold back much longer!" Joshua announced.

"That's okay - go ahead and come for me. I'm ready for your sperm," Izzy encouraged him.

Joshua set a record, as far as Izzy was concerned, for the longest ejaculation ever. He began with powerful thrusts and grunts, and he kept thrusting and twitching, pushing semen into her, for what must have been a half a minute.

Joshua collapsed on the bed. Izzy stood up and felt between her legs. "Wow, that's a lot."

Thomas took the opportunity to move behind her, kissing her neck and caressing her breasts. She reached behind her and grabbed his cock, jerking it a few times. He was throbbing in anticipation.

"Can we do it on the floor?" Thomas asked. "I'd rather not make a mess in my bed."

"Can I be on top?" She asked playfully as they both sank to the ground.

"Perfect," he answered.

Izzy climbed onto Thomas' cock. Her pussy made rude noises while he forced his brother's come to leak out. Izzy danced there, riding his pole. He watched her, captivated by her movements. She rubbed a little bit of the escaped come on her nipples and let out a slow moan.

Simon was watching them, looking uncomfortable. Sometimes his hands would twitch, like he was fighting the urge to play with himself. Izzy felt sorry for him. She wished she could invite him to play with them, somehow, but she knew better than that.

Thomas almost came. Izzy slowed down, not wanting his turn to end so quickly. She leaned forward and kissed him while he regained control.

"Hey, um, can I ask you to try something kinda gross?" She whispered.

"Sure, whatever," Thomas said, grabbing her ass and kissing her chin.

Izzy straightened up and spun around. She began to move up and down on his cock again, with her back to him. She looked back at him. "When I get ready to come, will you stick a finger in my ass? You don't have to!"

"Really? Why?" Thomas asked, rubbing her smooth firm butt cheek.

"I know it sounds weird," she said, grinding on his cock while they talked. "This guy in Marley did it once. Surprised the hell out of me, but I came so hard!"

"Yeah, sure. I'll try anything once with girl."

Joshua came over and stood next to Izzy, running his fingers through her curly hair. Her mouth hung open and her eyes glazed while she fucked the man beneath her. She grunted with every thrust. She gave Joshua's flaccid cock a few friendly licks. "I'm almost there," she declared, and leaned forward.

Thomas touched her butthole, giving her a shock of unfamiliar pleasure, but there was no way his finger would go in dry. He gathered up some frothy mess from around her bouncing cunt to lubricate his finger and then tried again. The strangeness of his finger wiggling into her butt overwhelmed her. She cried out despite herself and quivered. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice. She lost her balance while she came. She fell off of him just in time for a fountain of semen to fly into the air, covering her back and his feet.

Izzy awoke in the middle of the night needing to pee. The farmhouse didn't have indoor plumbing, so she reluctantly woke Simon to escort her while she searched for the outhouse. She figured that if he woke up and she were gone, he might get in trouble, given the Council's new rules.

Back in the bedroom with the sleeping brothers, she considered which bed to climb back into. Joshua had an erection, which made Izzy curious about his boast about being better-endowed. Thomas was limp. With unabated curiosity, Izzy gently stroked his balls. That got a response, but he was still only half-hard. She rubbed the shaft a few times, which helped. Then on a whim, she leaned across the bed and put her mouth on it. He groaned, still asleep, while she swirled her tongue around between his crown and foreskin.

She had forgotten her purpose by the time he was full erect. He put his hand on her head lovingly and groaned, clearly awake now, and shifted position to give her better access. She drooled and slurped at his cock, fingering his balls, while he moaned. After another moment of warmup, she figured, she would ride him again.

Izzy was surprised when she felt hands on her hips from behind. She was standing naked next to the bed bent over while servicing Thomas, so what came next was no surprise at all. Joshua's cock entered her pussy and moved inside her while his hips audibly slapped against her ass.

She decided to test Thomas' claim that he'd try anything. After wetting her finger from her happy dripping pussy, she wiggled it into his asshole, still moving her mouth on his dick.

"Holy shit that's intense!" Thomas gasped.

Izzy experimented, stroking her finger in and out in time with her head movement. All the while Thomas kept expressing his amazement. "Oh god, oh fuck! What the hell! Oh right there!"

Just then Izzy lost her concentration. She hummed a desperate moan while Joshua fucked an orgasm into her. Thomas couldn't take it and he gushed a load into her mouth. That had been a mistake - the BJ had been meant just to get him ready. She'd never actually finished a guy like that. Reluctantly, she swallowed a comeshot for the first time.

When it was clear that she was finished with Thomas, Joshua spun her around to face him. Setting her on the edge of Thomas' bed, he fucked her hard with her arms and legs wrapped around him.

Izzy was coming again while the brothers bantered. "Don't worry brother - I'll make sure everyone knows just how you like it," Joshua said.

"You don't know what you're missing," Thomas answered.

"I don't think," Joshua began, but then his words became broken, "I'm... missing... much!" Once again Joshua ejaculated, filling up Izzy's womb.

Simon was watching with unmistakable envy. Joshua patted him on the shoulder on his way back to his bed. "This girl right here is probably the best pussy in the world. You should be proud," he said. "Where did you say you two are from again?" Simon didn't seem happy about the conversation.

Age 15 - Part 2

Thunderclouds in the distance threatened their travel the next day, but ultimately kept their distance. A little way out from Walmer the truck stopped, and the senior chaperone began setting up the radio.

Izzy moved up beside Simon. "Thanks for being my chaperone," she told him. "I know it's a thankless job. My brother used to complain about it all the time."

"It's okay. You need us," he said dispassionately.

"We do. It's just unfair," Izzy sympathized. "Hey, is it true that they hurt when you're really turned on for a long time? Balls? I remember some guys talking about it once, but I didn't really understand."

"Yeah - it hurts, kinda," he answered.

"Well, what if you were to get yourself off before we got to town? You know, relieve the pressure preemptively?" Izzy asked.

Simon sneered. "What, just whip it out and play with it right here?"

"Well, yeah!" Izzy said. "I wouldn't think any less of you."

Simon shook his head. "I have too much self-respect for that."

She thought about Thomas, coming in her mouth, the night before. "Well..., I could help," Izzy suggested.

Simon didn't answer, so Izzy unbuttoned his pants and got down on her knees. He looked at her doubtfully even as she she untied the knot on his under-shorts drawstring, and coaxed his uncertain penis to rigidity with her hands.

"What are you doing?!?" Ruby cried. "That's illegal!"

"Yeah? Well, I'm changing the rules," Izzy declared. She sucked Simon in and moved her mouth over his dick. She could sense the tension leaving his body.

"But that's malbreeding!" The screeching girl cried.

Izzy stopped long enough to argue. "There's no breeding involved - he's not going to get me pregnant." She sucked a few more times and then used her hands so she could talk again. "What do you think he'd be doing tonight if he weren't stuck babysitting me? Look at him! He'd be neck deep in Marley pussy!"

The others jabbered at her, but she ignored them while she gave her full attention to giving head. Simon's moans rose steadily in pitch and then his body froze. Jets of come tickled Izzy's throat while Simon finished. This time she swallowed on purpose.

Izzy stood up. "Come on, girls - we have to be united! It's one thing to ask them to give up their time to protect us, but do they really need to suffer actual physical pain for it?" Nobody said anything. Izzy shook her head. "You girls are heartless and selfish!"

Izzy walked up to the senior chaperone, got down on her knees, and began to suck him off. He petted her head approvingly while she slurped. After she coaxed an ejaculation from him she stood up, prepared to give the same service to the remaining chaperone, but she found that Caroline had changed her mind, and was doing it herself. Izzy offered encouragement to the novice cock-sucker, and the ecstatic teen boy she was stimulating. She almost choked on his load, but she seemed happy about it after.

The Walmer Future Generations Council gave the girls ribbons for their necks, and gave the chaperones armbands.

"Still no baby, Izzy?" The councilman asked conversationally.

"No sir, Mr. Cotton," Izzy said, beaming. "But maybe this will be the trip!" She flirted with her eyes. Despite himself, Mr. Cotton's gaze lingered on the sprightly girl.

"Do you like my dress?" She asked, well-aware of his attention, and did a twirl.

"I do. Did you make this one?" He said.

"Mmm-hmm!" Izzy answered. She reached her moment of decision. She always thought about asking to go home with Mr. Cotton, but she always ended up choosing someone younger. Maybe next time, she told herself. "Okay, bye!" She told him and headed out into the town.

Izzy politely gave off signals deflecting a few boys. One of them wasn't so easy to dismiss.

"Izzy!" The eighteen year old said, dashing to catch up to her. "I'm glad to see you back! I was afraid I'd miss you. I was taking an important order for my family's business, but I told the guy, 'I've got to go - there's a circuit girl in town who's going to want to see me.'"

Izzy tried not to frown. "Um, Aaron, right? Look, I need to pick someone else this time."

"But why?" Aaron asked, genuinely confused. "It was so good last time - you were really into it."

"I know - I just...," she explained. "Something just wasn't right about it. I don't think my body wants you to be the sire of my baby. You're sweet and I would pick you if I could, but I have to listen to my body. You understand, right?"

"Yeah, I guess," he said. "Well, it was good seeing you." He wandered away.

There was a pack of boys watching her, talking about her the way her friends used to talk about foreign girls. She liked the way they looked so she approached them. They made conversation, and she enjoyed the subtle competition between the group of friends.

After a little while, Izzy turned the tables on them. "So, you're all wondering which one of you I'm going to go home with, huh?" The all mumbled affirmations. "I don't know yet," she told them. "Is there somewhere we can go to have fun together to help me decide?"

"I know where!" One of them said.

The boys took Izzy to the schoolhouse. One of them jimmied the lock and they went inside. The three local boys undressed Izzy, kissing and touching and laughing the whole while. Simon watched from a distant corner of the room.

Up against the blackboard, they traced Izzy's outline in chalk. When she stepped away, they added hair, pubes, and exaggerated breasts, as well as several cocks spewing at her from multiple directions.

The kissing games continued while she helped each of them out of their clothes, and stroked their cocks with spit-covered hands. Finally, she was laid down on the teacher's desk. The guy with the birthmark on his neck stood between her legs and entered her. The husky boy kissed her mouth, and the hairy-chested one sucked her tits. Izzy giggled and moaned as much as she could with her mouth covered.

After the first boy finished, the husky guy took her on the floor, doggy-style. She had just finished coming, and her partner slowed way down to prolong the experience, when the door opened and Aaron entered. "Hey! Mind if I get in on this?"

Izzy looked over at Aaron. She was naked, on her knees, rosy with the afterglow of her climax, and with a strong teen boy kneeling behind her, slamming her slowly; but at that instant, Izzy looked unmistakably unhappy.

"I already told you no, Aaron," she said firmly.

"You heard her, go," said the guy with the birthmark.

Aaron stood in the doorway watching. The boy fucking Izzy looked over at him. "Don't make me kick your ass...," he threatened.

Simon moved toward him. "I got this," he told the others as if they were friends. He put his arm around Aaron's shoulder and led him outside, whispering.

Izzy and her partner sped up once again, both moving against each other. Izzy was on the cusp when Simon came back inside. Her mind flitted from thoughts of Simon beating Aaron up, to Simon taking a turn with her, and fucking her long and hard. She cried out, "Oh Simon!" as she came, but nobody said anything about it.

The hairy boy sat on the floor and helped Izzy into his lap, facing away from him. He thrust up into her while he played with her tits and clit. Halfway through, she called the first two boys to her, offering to clean them up. She alternated between the two, sucking their half-hard cocks long after the sex juices were gone. The third boy finished with a bellow.

"Do we need to clean up here?" Izzy asked, standing up and dripping come on the floor.

"Nah - let the teacher get her jollies trying to figure it out," one of them declared.

To choose who to go home with, Izzy covered her eyes and spun around in circles pointing until she was dizzy. The husky boy was the winner, so she and Simon went to his house.

They fucked again that night. She rode and rode him, neither of them in any hurry. Her lithe body was a font of endless energy. She had been going at him for fifteen minutes when the boy's prime uncle opened the door, pretending not to know what was going on and making flimsy excuses.

"I think I'm gonna come...," Izzy said, at first to her lover, but then locking eyes with his prime uncle. She bounced hard on the boy's cock, rubbing her clit, squeezing her boob, and petrifying the uncle with her gaze. She cried out when it hit her, twisting her body and rolling her head around. The husky boy came too, and semen visibly seeped from her stuffed cunt.

The next day, during their lunch stop on the way home to Appa, Simon told Izzy, "You know, you're a gigantic slut, but you're pretty cool."

She hugged him, mussed his hair, and told him, "That's exactly how I want to be remembered."

Age 15 - Part 3

A few days later, Izzy was helping at Doc Porter's office. She was stocking a cupboard when she suddenly bent over, clutching her side.

"Are you alright?" The doctor asked in a clinical tone.

"Yeah," Izzy said dismissively. "I've just been getting stomach aches lately when I drink that tea."

"What tea?" Doc Porter asked cautiously.

"You know - the one that prevents pregnancy," Izzy explained, surprised that there could be any misunderstanding.

Doc Porter gave her a concerned-adult look. "Izzy, have you been drinking that tea regularly?"

"Mmm-hmm," Izzy said. "Every month after circuit."

Doc Porter put her hand to her head. "Izzy, no. No, no no! You can't abuse medications like that. It will damage your insides - not just your female parts, but your other organs, too - your liver, kidneys. Never more than once a year, you understand me? Any time I ever give you a medicine, it's temporary unless I say otherwise. Do you understand?"

Izzy became genuinely fearful. She had finally found a life without Dante and her former friends. She couldn't bear to lose it, too. "But then how will I...? I don't want to have a baby. But...?"

Doc Porter hugged her. "It's okay to like sex," she explained. "You're supposed to like it. I can't officially condone lying to the Council, but that's none of my business. There are other steps you can take to avoid becoming pregnant. I'll teach you."

Epilogue

The merchant truck sputtered to a halt in the center of town. Two men with rifles disembarked and kept a watchful eye while various parties picked up and dropped off packages: The mayor was given a bundle of mail to distribute to the citizens. Henry from the print shop transferred three crates of books from his cart to the truck, and then then removed two jugs of ink. Finally the crowds were gone and the merchant waived to Izzy. She set down her knitting and ran to him, nearly tripping on her skirt, and feeling not one bit like an adult.

He held the case for her. She opened it. The violin inside was just as beautiful as the one she'd had as a child. She took it from the case, held it to her chin, and plucked a string. She was sweating from her excitement. She didn't dare touch the bow to the instrument - not yet. She put the violin back in the case and closed it. Then she hugged the merchant, and cried.

"I'd love to hear you play," the merchant told her.

Izzy blushed. "I'm a little rusty. Next time, I promise."

Christopher watched her walk away from the merchant, clutching the case to her chest and beaming. He gave her a proud smile, and a nod.