Death by Fucking
© 2005 by Andrew Wiggin
Chapter
26
A
The Year 50
Donnie’s Story
Old. I used to complain that I was
getting old. But now I’ve been old seemingly forever. I sometimes
feel very tired.
Nowadays I often sit
remembering. I’ve seen children and grandchildren, things I never expect
to see. I have the love of a wonderful man. My sister still lives,
still my other half. Who could have asked for a better life? I only
despair that it started so late. I was all of thirty-five before my life
really began.
Still, today thirty-five
seems very young. I’ve thought about regeneration. New
But in a world too
crowded by far, how can it help to live longer lives? These advances
we’ve been saving for the Star Project. In space longevity has real
value. Our engines are still sub-light. If we are to get out of
this solar system, we need long-lived astronauts.
Andrew and Dee Dee and I agreed long ago that we would not abuse our
privileged positions. So the regeneration procedures, the anti-ageing
formulae go unused. I’m honest enough with myself to admit that I
sometimes wish…
Too late. It’s far too late to resort to
such measures. My health has been slipping for years. My life is
good, surrounded by the people I love. But I am tired.
I think Dee Dee and Andrew know. Usually Andrew treats me with
just a degree of sarcasm, knowing that I give it back double. We have a
laugh-filled relationship. But recently he has become very
solicitous. He’s worried and he’s sad.
So this morning I woke
him with a gift that I haven’t given him for quite a while. He’s still a
virile man, even at 75. He sleeps between Deirdre and me, as always, with
one arm around each of us. I love to be wrapped in his arms.
I was awake before
Andrew. I saw Dee Dee stirring and caught her
eye when she glanced in my direction. I gave a little smile and nodded my
head slightly towards Andrew’s midsection. It’s been so long since we
woke him with a morning blowjob. That’s always been such fun.
One might think that
eighty-five year old women must be perfect for giving blowjobs since they have
no teeth. Please. Perhaps my teeth are mostly implants, but I
assure you that I have a mouthful of them. No dick-gumming was in the
offing.
I slipped the sheet down
so that Andrew was exposed. He still sleeps naked and is still
beautiful. Both Deirdre and I crawled down till our heads were level with
Andrew’s waist. We reached out simultaneously and began fondling his
lovely penis. We were looking in each other’s eyes, smiling. Over
many years we have become extremely well coordinated in this particular
function. We were like synchronized swimmers; synchronized
fellatrixes. We both understood our roles.
Andrew became rapidly
erect, even though he was still asleep. A problem with getting older is that
one sleeps far more lightly the older one gets. Ten years ago we might
have had Andrew close to a climax before he woke up. But this time his
eyes flew open and he was moaning shortly after he achieved full erection.
I pulled my mouth off the
head of his dick and looked up smiling sweetly. “Well, we don’t need to
worry about osteoporosis in this bone!”
Andrew groaned.
“Christ, Donnie. I’m too old for this. You’re going to give me a
heart attack. That’s it, isn’t it? You two want to kill me and
collect the insurance.”
The way he was pushing
against Dee Dee’s embrace I could tell he was loving
it, as always. So I just grinned up at him and said, “Hold on,
Andrew. It’s going to be a bumpy ride.”
I recaptured the head of
his dick in my mouth. As I sucked him my tongue massaged that
particularly sensitive section under the hood. Andrew relaxed and a
beatific smile came on his face. Dee Dee was
stroking his shaft while sucking on his balls. Andrew could always last
seemingly forever during intercourse. But a two headed blowjob must be
his favorite, because he comes so quickly and so hard.
I felt his butt lift off
the bed as his dick slid deeper into my throat. It began to pump his
semen into my mouth. I swallowed quickly, but was in no danger of
overflow. Andrew doesn’t have as much in him as he used to. Nor do
us all.
He pulled me up and held
me in his arms. I just love being in his arms. He held me in that
gentle embrace that I’ve come to know recently, as if he were afraid that I
would break. Well, he might be right.
Deirdre came up his other
side and then he was holding both of us, giving us soft kisses and whispering
sweet nothings.
“Thank you, girls, I
really needed that.” He had a look of peaceful satisfaction on his
face.
Deirdre smiled. “Well
Andrew it was our pleasure. We wouldn’t want you to be having wet dreams
on us now, would we?”
I caught on to her
cue. We like to tease him. “Yes, it’s uncomfortable sleeping in
those wet spots. And when you come right on us in the middle of the
night! That’s very cold you know.”
He can take it and he can
dish it out. “Hey! Hey! To me it sounds pretty hot! And as I
remember there have been a lot of wet spots I’ve been forced to sleep in over
the years. You didn’t hear me complaining then, did you?”
Deirdre said, “Andrew if
our hearing were as bad as yours, we wouldn’t have heard anything anyway.”
Andrew looked smug.
“Girls after going down on what was obviously a fully functional dick, you
should know that ‘old jokes’ just don’t work on me.”
Deirdre laughed.
“Yes, Andrew you’ve always been so proud of your dick. It seems to be
able to function even when the rest of you can’t.”
I joined in. “Yes,
Dee Dee, we are in the presence of the world’s most
famous dick. The honor is almost overwhelming.”
Andrew said, “Yeah? Well
wait an hour and I’ll show you honor!”
I said skeptically, “An
hour?”
He began to hem and
haw. “Well, maybe two or three hours. No more than four! Uh,
come back after lunch and we’ll talk about it.”
We snuggled into
him. He is so much fun, still a little boy at heart. I love these
arms. These are the arms I am going to die in.
Emma’s Story
Momma Donnie was always
such fun to be around. Even without telempathy we could always tease
Daddy unmercifully, always in synch, never breaking stride.
I’ve known all my life
that Momma Dee Dee is my birth mother. But I
don’t believe that I ever heard the subject discussed in our household in fifty
years. Both Donnie and Dee Dee were our
mothers, regardless of who we popped out of. That’s the way it always
was. We had two mothers.
And now we have
one. Daddy is a stoic guy. He’s always shown us his happy side, but
never shows us the pain. I know it’s a H. sapien guy thing.
It’s like they aren’t allowed to admit that they are unhappy.
So Daddy walks around the
house as if things hadn’t changed. He smiles occasionally and makes some
jokes around Momma Dee Dee. I know he is trying
to cheer her up.
Sometimes I think he
forgets that all of us can feel his pain. The whole damn family is empaths, even Dee Dee. No
matter what is showing on his face, we can always feel what’s in his heart.
Dee Dee
is more demonstrative. She has always been the calmest person in our
family, the most content. But this has been hard on her. The
D-Generation twins were all pretty much codependent. They really needed
each other.
Because their empathic
capabilities were really in the embryonic stage, they needed to be in close
proximity to each other for it to work, such as it did. The E-Generation
is fully empathic, and no longer requires that the twins remain physically
together to be able to feel each other. That’s a theory I’m working on. I
think it’s a good theory. We haven’t done a lot of research about the
relationship of D-Generation twins. What is the use? Before long
they’ll all be gone. But I can sit on the porch of the plantation
drinking a glass of Daddy’s home-made Zinfandel, and speculate about such
things.
I’m taking time off from
my real job to be with my parents. I’ve taken over the “Get Andrew
It’s always fun for me to
do my work computer to computer. Even today the operating system of
choice throughout the world remains the descendant of that little thing that
Edie and Eddie wrote for me almost fifty years ago.
I’ve made sure through
the years that with every new release, that undetectable back door into the
system those kids wrote for me when they were five years old remained in
place. So I can pretty much hack into any computer in the world if I want
to. It certainly helps me in my negotiations to know what the true
situation is on the other side.
Daddy is a very
untrusting soul, especially when it comes to me. I have no idea why he
should feel that way. Back when we were releasing Version 1 of the New
Man operating system, Daddy made it clear to me that he knew that there was a
backdoor into it.
I played innocent.
I was innocent, kind of. I certainly didn’t put that backdoor into
Version 1. Edie and Eddie did. Of course, they put it there for me.
But I didn’t do it.
So when Daddy said to me,
“So Emmy, the new operating system has a built-in Emma entrance, right?”
I batted my eyes at him
(sometimes that works with him) and said, “What do you mean, Daddy?”
Daddy gave me that look;
the look that means that I haven’t fooled him for a minute. “Please,
Emmy. I know you think I’m an idiot, but I wasn’t born yesterday.”
I said, “I know you’re
not an idiot, Daddy, no matter what Momma Donnie says.”
He said, “Oh yeah?
What exactly did Momma Donnie say?”
Sometimes I can throw
Daddy off the trail by changing the subject. Anyway, that was like forty
or fifty years ago. I still have my backdoor into the world, and Daddy
still doesn’t trust me.
That isn’t really
fair. Daddy trusts me. But he knows me, too. I very rarely
abuse my powers. He told us very young to use our powers only for good,
and I do, mostly. But I need a shortcut into people’s computers. Of
course I have my own backdoor. It’s saved our ass more than once.
It’s the kind of thing Daddy calls a home field advantage.
Momma Donnie died in her
sleep. She was in Daddy’s arms. He held her every night, just
waiting for the end, knowing it was coming. I’m sad but there is some
consolation. Donnie’s life was complete. She lived it fully.
She was happy and content. Who could ask for more than that?
The Year 53
Andrew’s Story
Retirement isn’t all it
is cracked up to be. I’ve been retired now for three years. I
figured that once I began collecting Social Security I would just bag it.
So after I turned 75 I quit working at the Institute, quit putting in my two
cents at New Man U., quit hanging around the offices
of New Man Inc. I’m pretty sure everyone was more than happy to see me
go.
I still have my computer
room in the house. It’s loaded with state of the art, no moving part
computing power. That’s on one small shelf. The rest of the room is
filled with flowers and memorabilia. When I was single I had a wall of
computing in my living room. Now I have hardware about the size of a
softball with which I could run
Heck, now we have
computing built into our clothes, with full access to any and all data
available throughout the world, all virtually displayed on the pupils of our
eyes. Our peripherals are operated via eye movement.
After I set the eKids
onto the problem of voice recognition, that whole thing left the Stone Age and
entered the twenty-first century. Now everyone has his ‘computer
voice’. One can talk normally and then with just a change in
inflection address his computer without breaking stride, so to speak. It
has opened up a whole new code of etiquette.
We oldsters think it is
impolite to speak to one’s computer while talking to a human being, regardless
of species. But these kids today, they can hold a non-verbal
communication with another New Man, hold a verbal conversation with a Homo
sapien, while at the same time issuing computer commands and receiving
input from multiple sources. I just think it’s rude.
Oh, well, no one has ever
paid any attention to me anyway. I’ve always just been a convenient
dick. I hold a very odd position in the history of mankind. I think
I can say without fear of rebuttal, that I am the most famous fucker in
history. I ask you, who tops me; fame by fucking, that is? Casanova
was a piker. He had quality but no quantity. No one approaches me
when it comes to quantity. And any other famous fuckers usually had something
else to hang their hats on, if you know what I mean. They were
Presidents, or actors, or Empresses or something. I’m just a fucker.
It is a singularly
unfulfilling notion that the world will remember me for my ability to
fuck. I mean, what is more useless than a retired fucker? At least
as far as that goes, I’m only in semi-retirement. Dee Dee
and I still occasionally indulge, if only for old time’s sake.
I’m still able to get it
up if I need it. I just don’t need it very often. Dee Dee is just so fragile now that I’m afraid of hurting her.
She’s still the warm, sweet, wonderful girl I fell in love with. So
there is plenty of upside to our relationship.
But both of us are
haunted by the girl that isn’t here; maybe very haunted. Talk about
downside. I’ve found out the real problem with telempathy. Once you
have it, it is almost impossible to do without it. I have no idea how New
Man deals with the death of a partner. Maybe evolution has given them a
coping mechanism to go with their telempathy.
But Dee Dee and I are H. sapiens not
I’ve come to terms with
things in my own mind. I’m not into suicide or anything like
that. But for the last fifty years or so, there has been a single
entity called Deirdre-Donnie-Andrew living in this house. Now that entity
is limping along on only two-thirds of its parts. I don’t know that it’s
possible for one-third of the parts to survive.
Deirdre’s Story
Poor Andrew is suffering
so without Donnie. It has been difficult for both of us. Now I
understand what my mother went through when she lost her sister as a young
child.
But I wonder if the
empathic link had been so fully developed in her C-Generation twins as it was
in our D-Generation twins. I rather doubt it. But then
Emma bequeathed the three of us full telempathy. Our link was so strong;
it’s not surprising that removing one of the links tends to cause the whole
bond to teeter.
Andrew and I
remain. Our love is as strong as ever. He finds me
irresistible. It’s always stroked my ego to know that the sexiest man on
Earth is totally in love with me. Well, perhaps he isn’t considered that
anymore.
But our Andrew has spread
his seed across the world. He has hundreds of thousands of
descendants. Because of Andrew, New Man comes in all shapes, all sizes,
and all colors. New Man comes in black, yellow, brown, red, and
white. So the concept of ‘race’ just doesn’t mean anything anymore.
Red necks and other
racists used to maintain an orgulous attitude towards blacks, even those blacks
who were their superiors in every way. Is a black Homo sapien the
same race as a black New Man? Even the reddest neck in
Of course the twins were
white, black, or red. They were the only ‘races’ in America at the time
the Institute for the Advancement of Mankind was doing its most successful
breeding experiments. But Andrew actively recruited impregnators based only
on IQ and certain other factors, none of which were ‘race’. So we ended
with Hispanic, Indian, Arabic, Chinese, Japanese, Korean,
Pakistani, and African impregnators.
Well, he did a lot of
recruiting on college campuses where there are often a large percentage of
foreign students and faculty. So though we started with a fear that New
Man would have only a white face, we were able to work through that problem
early on.
As we understood more and
more about what New Man actually was, we were able to spread the conversion
process (from H. sapien to New Man) throughout the world using gene
therapy. So New Man is not only an American phenomenon.
We had our confrontations with the government about that, something about
national security. But Emma handled it and the problem went away.
Another administration bites the dust.
The world needs
H. sapiens had the planet in a pretty bad state by the time New Man started
coming on the scene: wars of conquest to spread ‘democracy’; terrorism to
spread ‘true’ religion; increasing greenhouse gases; decreasing ozone layer;
diminishing resources; increasing populations; weapons of mass destruction;
radicalized governments. No, the Earth was sliding downhill, and seemed
to be on a slippery slope to destruction.
Andrew, and yes, Donnie
and I and the other D-Generation twins, began the turnaround. I remember
those many years ago, sitting in an elegant restaurant, drinking a rather nice champagne, and discussing with Andrew where we
were hoping to go with the next generation. We never dreamed we could
come so far, so fast. It’s something we can all be proud of. New
Man is the Deus ex Machina that has come to
save mankind and the Earth.
Well what more could the
three of us do? When we were in our early thirties, Donnie and I had this
idea about the next generation. We and the other D-Generation twins were
vaguely aware of the goals of IAM. But we had no idea how to go about
achieving those goals.
Then Andrew came along
and within a year New Man was born. He found a way to involve the rest of
the D-Generation, often through personal impregnation, but also by finding the
right kind of H. sapien to do the job, if you know what I mean.
Our Andrew did all of that. History will look back at this man and say
‘he was the savior of the world’, not in a religious sense, nor
philosophically; but physically, politically, environmentally. In every
real sense, Andrew saved the Earth.
What more could we
accomplish in this lifetime? I’m tired. Andrew is still vigorous
and virile, but I’m a little old lady with no vigor left. We long ago
chose to reject any of the tricks that have been developed related to longevity.
Earth doesn’t need those tricks. We’ve been saving them for long range
space travel.
One of Andrew’s goals has
always been to spread mankind so we are no longer dependent on the Earth.
At least until our New Man U. scientists have worked the kinks out of the
quantum drive (like knowing exactly where and when the ships are going to end
up), we will be forced to use sub-light speed drives to explore our little
corner of the galaxy. We have several working prototypes of differing
engines. Our astronauts have been throughout the solar system, much good
that does. We’ve sent unmanned probes towards neighboring stars, but it
will be many years before they begin sending information.
We have begun to corral
asteroids and bring them back to Earth’s proximity for easy harvesting.
But except for small permanent stations on the moon and on Mars, mankind is
still confined to Earth.
Well, we’ve done what we
can, Andrew and Donnie and I. It’s our children who are making these
advances. Andrew wanted to wait until mankind has escaped the solar
system, but I just can’t wait anymore. I’m too old and too tired.
And I miss Donnie so much.
I’ve been eating
voraciously (as far as I’m concerned), but still my weight has been
dropping. I’m down to one hundred pounds, and our doctor is worried.
But still Andrew likes to
fondle me there. I still have nipples. They are still responsive to
his gentle touch.
Tonight. We prepared ourselves for bed as
always. We’ve always slept sans clothing, if you know what I mean.
We are warm in each other’s arms. So preparation included removing our
clothing, performing our evening ablutions, and sliding into bed. We have
a big four poster, big enough to be comfortable for three. Sadly there are
now only two of us. Andrew’s mother spent her later years making quilts
and we always use at least one.
Andrew was lying in bed
when I crawled in beside him. I flowed into his arms as always and said,
“Sweetheart, make love to me tonight.”
His eyes seemed to be
watering. He said, “Are you sure, Dee Dee?
We can just cuddle if you would like.”
But I was adamant.
“I need you inside me, Andrew. I need our connection to be
complete. Please, sweetie. Take me like in the old days. Make
me your woman again.”
Andrew reached into our
nightstand and pulled out some lubricant. I’m sorry, but I’m not the hot
young thing I used to be. I still respond, still love to be filled with
Andrew. But I need a little help getting ready. I’m a hot old thing.
Andrew said, “Should I
use a rubber?”
I hit him on his
shoulder. “Very funny. I could probably
conceive, but I’ll bet you are shooting blanks, you old fart.”
He took me in his arms
and we kissed. We kissed that kiss of promise and love, of affection and
passion that has always signaled the beginning of our lovemaking. His
hands were working their way around my body, feeling the places that perhaps
aren’t as curvy as they were not so long ago.
Still I could feel my
body react, my fires begin to light. His gentle touch always finds my
erogenous zones. I think that wherever my sweetie touches becomes an
erogenous zone. His hands are magic. His tennis player’s fingers
work their spell on my body.
Our loving kiss became
one of increasing passion. My hand slipped around his manhood and as
always it responded. It grew in my hand until my grip couldn’t contain
its whole girth.
I whispered to him,
“Andrew if your dick breeds true, the Viagra people are going to go out of
business.”
He laughed. It’s so
good to hear him laugh again. He said, “Yes, I was blessed with that
talent. Around you I can always get it up. You are my
goddess. Dee Dee you are perpetually
arousing. If I tell you every day of your life it will never be
enough. You are so alluring, so beautiful, so
sensual. I love you, baby.”
I’m an eighty-eight year
old woman and he thinks I’m beautiful! Andrew always has seen me with his
heart. I am beautiful. I know it because Andrew believes it.
He makes me feel wonderful.
I felt the head of his
cock rubbing against my pussy. I was lubricating on my own, but the
additional lubrication that Andrew had used was making things even
better. I felt his head insinuate itself between my lips. He barely
stuck the head in, rubbed it around, then pulled out
again. He was playing with me. I moaned with the pleasure of it.
“Do it! Stick it
in, Andrew. Don’t make me wait. I need you, sweetie.”
Andrew smiled. “I
love to hear you beg, Dee Dee. I know it’s
sadistic of me. But to have the most beautiful creature on earth want me
so much. It’s a real ego trip.”
I couldn’t help it.
I was hot and ready and needy. “Then please. Fuck me. Oh, God
Andrew, stop teasing me. Haven’t you teased me enough for one
lifetime? Give it to me!”
He relented. I felt
that huge member force its way into my small warm pussy. I think I
screamed on the way in. It felt so good. I needed it so bad.
My man was loving me.
I had enough presence of
mind to say just one more time, “I love you, Andrew. You are my heart.”
Then my mind was
gone. His engorged penis was pounding in me again. I felt
mini-orgasms come and go, continuing to build to the Big One. Andrew was
making me his own, one more time. I belong to him, only him, forever and
always.
I whispered into his ear,
“Come with me, sweetie. Come with me.”
And then I was no longer
whispering, I was shouting. “Come with me, Andrew. Come with me,
lover. I love you!”
The orgasm built and built,
climax within climax. Oneness! Everything was oneness! Bright
light flashed in my eyes, in my mind. Then all was darkness.
Emma’s Story
We all knew.
Hundreds of thousands of people around the world felt it at the same
time. I was in the ‘Get Andrew Laid’ room. I was visiting again
because I felt what was happening, what was going to happen.
I let them have their
privacy, such as it was. In our family privacy was never a big issue,
since it was almost impossible to achieve. Daddy would shrug his
shoulders and hope for the best. We kids turned out all right, I
think. All of us have strong bonds with our significant others.
We learned from the
best. We watched the strongest marriage on Earth. We know what it
takes to make a strong marriage. It takes total commitment, complete
openness, and tons and tons of communication. It takes hard work.
My parents were never afraid of hard work, especially when it came to
relationships.
When a person defines
himself by a marriage, I guess it is impossible to see how he could survive
without it, especially a marriage so strong, so loving, so
emotionally intertwined. I wish my Daddy could have lived forever.
He may not have been the greatest man that ever lived. He was only the greatest
one that I know of.
But he couldn’t live
without Momma Dee Dee. It would never occur to
him. The two of them barely survived without Momma Donnie. When it
was Momma Dee Dee’s time to go, Daddy just had to go with her.
I guess I’ve been crying
all night. They both lived such full lives. They were so happy, so
loving. With them as parents, we New Men were able to soar from the
beginning.
They gave my sister a
significant part of their life’s savings when she was four years old and told
her to learn how to make money. They gave Edie and Eddie everything they
needed to become the great scientists they were destined to be.
And me. Daddy let me surf and
hack. He never came down on me, no matter how outrageously I acted.
Perhaps I was a bit out of control as a young girl, but I sure had fun.
If he thought I was going too far he would gently pull me back from the
precipice.
And now they are
gone. My heart is breaking.
Sitting at the kitchen
table and picking at a bowl of cereal I pulled up the virtual monitor to
display The World Today, the on-line newspage.
As I suspected, he was the big story.
The story read:
“The Progenitor is dead. Andrew Adkins, progenitor of New Man, founder of
New Man University and New Man Incorporated died last night of apparent heart
failure. Coincidentally, his wife, Deirdre Adkins died of heart failure
as well. Deirdre Adkins, PhD, had been Chief Executive Officer of New
Man, Inc. It is believed that Mrs. Adkins succumbed first, and the shock
caused Mr. Adkins to die as well.”
Andrew Adkins, one of the
giants of the twenty-first century, will continue to influence the world for
decades to come through his many, many children. He has fathered Nobel
Prize winners and Presidents, philosophers and scientists. Andrew Adkins
may be the last great Homo sapien.”
Heart failure? It wasn’t heart
failure. Daddy turned himself off. I guess you’d call it suicide,
but it wasn’t really. He looked at himself as part of a whole. The
part couldn’t go on without the whole now could it?
The newspage
got it all wrong. I know my parents. Their hearts could never
fail. They died like they lived. It was death by fucking.
-the
end-
Thanks
to the many readers who have supported this story for so long. It is your
feedback that has encouraged me to continue writing it. I intend to start
Book 2 very shortly, this one relating the lives and exploits of the
eKids.
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