Author: Sterling Title: Bulls and Nymphs Summary: Following a fertility crisis, boys and girls who want to reproduce choose to become bulls and nymphs -- but at a terrible cost. Keywords: ScFi MF M+F MF+ viol NOTICE: This story contains explicit sex. First posted 9/9/2009, new header added 8/24/2010. I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com. I have written many other stories and they can all be found at /files/Authors/Sterling/ You are welcome to copy this story if you include the entire text unchanged, including this notice. If you tell me where you have re-posted it, I can enjoy knowing it is appreciated and perhaps enjoy the feedback the story gets where you re-post it. Sterling And now, our feature presentation. Enjoy! ================================================================== Bulls and Nymphs ------------------------------ Excerpted from "Genetic Performance Art", published 2315. In the early 2200s there was little personal liberty and communication was restricted. This allowed the social planning elite to perform genetic experiments at the level of societies, changing the genes slightly and seeing what happened not with the individuals but with the society populated with such individuals. By that time humanity was expanding to several different planets, and including the different continents and islands on each planet there were a variety of new lands to be seeded to create new societies. The scientists could experiment with a single isolated human society rather than the whole of humanity. Ethical standards in that era were far lower than today and far lower than they had been around the turn of the millennium. A minority in that era argued for experiments that could benefit humanity at the expense of freedom and independence for experimental subjects. But only in the 2200s was it acceptable to perform such experiments not for a concrete benefit to humanity, but in the name of art. Albrecht Smith was the unquestioned master in sexual performance art. His manipulations changed human sexuality in major or minor ways, and he had a knack for knowing what manipulations would lead to interesting developments. A substantial segment of today's society feels that due to the horrible ethical violations his work entailed, accounts of the results of Albrecht's experiments should be suppressed, if not totally destroyed. We stand with the majority who hold that we should learn and draw inspiration from all parts of our history, however repugnant we may find the morality that allowed such developments. ------------------------------ Excerpted from "Bulls and Nymphs", chapter 21 of "Genetic Performance Art", published 2315. Karen awoke. She went to pee and get dressed in the clothes Sue had left out for her. She then ate her favorite breakfast Sue had prepared -- eggs, bacon, and toast. Sue took her out for a walk with her roommate Maryann. They mostly just saw pretty woods and paths. But Karen saw a man fifty yards away, and a yearning woke within her. She wanted to go to him, but Sue wouldn't let her. Back in the living room Maryann nursed her baby when Sue brought it to her. Karen's own son Eli came and jumped in her lap for a snuggle. He still needed diapers sometimes and already he was smarter than she was. After he left, Karen and Maryann listened to music. They watched TV, scenes of mountains and animals. Sometimes there were shows with people, including those men she adored so much, but they were always saying complicated things to each other that she couldn't follow. She used to be able to read, she dimly recalled, but she couldn't any more. After her lunch she was drowsing happily on the sofa when the door opened and a man walked in. Her heart surged. Another walked in behind him, and yet another. She hoped they would put their penises in her. It felt so good when a man did. She didn't have to go to him because he was coming to her. She lay back on the sofa, hitched up her dress and pulled her panties down, so he could put his penis in her as soon as possible. And oh goody, he was pulling his pants down, and there was the penis. He slid it in her and she felt really happy. He moved it back and forth a few times, and she had an orgasm, that really happy feeling that comes in waves. His penis kept moving back and forth -- it felt so good, he could do that as long as he liked. But he pushed really far up in her -- oooh, that was good -- and then after a brief delay he and his penis were gone. That other man made her heart race too. And -- oh, goody, he was pulling his pants down too and there was his penis. He motioned her to kneel on the floor and bend over the sofa, and that was fine, as long as he would put his -- oooh, that felt good. She couldn't see him behind her, but she could hear him grunting, and feel his penis going in and out, and that felt good. She had another one of those happy orgasms. After a final flurry of fast in-and-outs, the man roared and held still, then the penis drew out of her. The third man also made her yearn, but at the moment he was on top of Maryann, pushing his penis in and out of her, so she would have to wait. But then he stopped and pulled out of Maryann. She spread her legs to him, and held herself open so he could get in easily. But his penis was small now and he didn't approach her. The other two were reclining in chairs and their penises were not big. But she went over to one. If she stroked the penis, it would often get long and hard again and then he could put it in her again. It went that way this time too. Oh, it felt just oh so good to have the man's penis in her. He went back and forth and she had one of her big wavy pleasure spells. He kept going, and she had another one and then another. And then he got that really happy look on his face. The third man had a hard penis now, and he pushed the other man with the soft penis aside and mounted on her. Oh, that big penis felt so good going back and forth. Then he was done too. She turned around and presented her rear end to each of the men in turn, but sadly none of them put his penis in her. So she sat there remembering how nice it had been, but looking and hoping for signs one of them might want to put it in her again. But they left. She piled into the van along with Sue, Maryann, and a few other women from her family who she didn't see so often. It was a long trip. But looking out the windows they kept passing men, and they made her heart surge more than ever. If only she could go out and be with them for a little while. She could picture herself lifting her dress, pulling down her panties, and the heavenly pleasure as the man's penis glided up inside her. A man kept his penis hidden most of the time, but when he pulled his pants down it was right there between his legs, usually ready to go into her. When they got to where they were going they all got ushered into a pleasant room. They had her strip naked, and that was a good sign. Sue led her through the door and she surged with electricity. He was bearded, handsome, naked, and his penis was getting bigger as she watched. She hurried towards him. Anything he wanted, as long as he would put it in her. She lay on her back on the bed with her legs spread wide. He was saying some nasty words, and the way he grabbed her breast hurt a little, but that didn't matter, as long as he would -- aaaahh, his penis filled her vagina and she came instantly, lost in pleasure. Her breast really did hurt now, but that wasn't so important. He withdrew from her. She caught her breath, but hoped he would slide into her again. She got up on her hands and knees and turned around so her rear end was facing him so he could put it back in her easily. Sometimes offering things a little differently got a many going again. His penis was growing again, she could see looking over her shoulder, and sure enough he soon grabbed her behind and she felt it suddenly shove up inside her. He kept going in and out. She was in heaven, one orgasm just flowed into the next. But finally he pulled out, and Sue led her away and through the door. After a bit of rest Sue led her into a different room, and left her alone with a boy, fully dressed. He was a boy, but on his way to becoming a man. He was a little fat. She wasn't sure if he would want to put his penis in her or not, but she sure hoped so. She lay on the bed and spread her legs apart, but he just stood there. She sat back up and moved her hands all over him, but soon got to his pants, which she unfastened. She pulled them down a little, and there was his penis, small and limp. She helped him take his pants off. She still loved touching and stroking the penis, and as often happened, it grew big and hard as she touched it. Would he put it in her now? She lay back and spread her legs. He moved on top of her then, with an amazed expression on his face, and she helped him slide into her. He pushed back and forth just a couple times before tensing up and then relaxing and pulling out. He had a big smile on his face. His penis softened. But lying beside her he started running his hands over her breasts and thighs and butt. She liked that. And his penis got big again within a couple minutes, and she lay back and used her hands to hold herself open for him. He slid in again and glided in and out over and over again. He looked so happy, and then he gave a loud groan before pulling out. When he left, two other men came in, one after the other, and they both eagerly stripped and put their penis in her, dear sweet men. She was happy remembering all that in the van on the way back. The van still passed men, and she still wished she could stop and get them to put their penises in her, but it was OK. ------------------------------ The news went out that a bull was maturing in the Smithson clan. For miles around clans did the calculations on the menstrual cycles of their nymphs, and made appointments with the Smithsons. Sam woke up from a restless sleep, urinated, and downed a large breakfast. His handler John asked if he was ready, and Sam assented enthusiastically. A middle-aged somewhat stout woman was let into the room, but to him she looked very attractive, especially since he hadn't had sex all night. They said brief pleasantries, but then he was rubbing against her, stroking her flat chest and moving his hand up between her legs. She quickly dispensed with her dress and bra. He led her to the bed, where she lay back and spread her ample legs. He saw the spot he wanted, which was the slit there in the middle surrounded by hair. It was already very moist, because she had prepared for this moment, and knew not to expect much foreplay. He mounted her and put in his hard penis, and started humping her. She gasped and moaned, then shuddered before long, and within thirty seconds he came inside her. Now she didn't look quite so appealing any more, so he left the bed to get a drink. She reluctantly got up and left. After five minutes another woman was led in. She was younger and had a prettier face. She was also flat-chested, but much thinner. He kissed her, which surprised her a little, but his kisses rapidly became more urgent, and he motioned her to the bed. For some reason he wanted her from the rear. She had been hoping for face-to-face sex, and gently asked if that would be OK, but he said No. He wanted her from the rear. So she assumed a doggy position, and he mounted her and was really enjoying this so he kept humping for maybe five minutes before he lunged up inside her as he ejaculated. She cried out in pain as the end of his penis jammed the end of her vagina. Then he dismounted and walked away. She was in tears, less from the pain than from having looked forward to this for so many months and had it end with doggy sex. She quickly moved her hand between her legs and rubbed herself to a quick orgasm, watching his rugged body, limp penis, and heavenly beard across the room. Sam's stamina was high, and he had had sex fifteen times before the day was over. For the last one they had brought in a nymph in heat. She drove him crazy with desire. He was reaching to yank her towards the bed but she was herself rushing to bend over the bed and stick her butt up in the air. He mounted her and slid into her hot, slick vagina. He meant to make it last, but she cried out with orgasm the moment he entered her, and he only made it through another ten strokes before he came with a roar and collapsed on her. She started wriggling beneath him within a minute, though, and he let her up. She promptly lay on her back on the bed with her legs wide apart and her fingers holding her labia open, looking at him expectantly. His erection was already back up, so he entered her again in that position and lasted a full ten minutes before he came again, during which time she had three large orgasms. He rolled off onto the bed beside her, but after three minutes she turned to face him, holding one leg way up in the air to expose her vulva once more. But he had had enough. He called out to John, who came to lead her away. She came away only reluctantly, and along the way he brushed her breasts a little, so by the time John was through the door into the waiting room and closed it behind him, she had thrown herself down on the bed out there with her legs apart. John really wasn't supposed to do this on duty, but she was Sam's last visitor of the day. So he unzipped his fly and fished out his hard penis, and mounted her for a thirty-second quickie. She looked very grateful. He went to the outer door of the anteroom and signaled for the nymph's escort to come get her in the anteroom. After Sam dressed he went back to the main part of the house. He had been a bull now for two months, having sex many times a day. He was going to a large banquet in his honor, his goodbye banquet. He regaled his family with just how perfect his last nymph had been. Then he said goodbye to all his family forever. He would miss them some, but mostly he was thinking of all the nymphs he was going to have sex with every day now, how much he craved them and how wonderful it felt. He strode with confidence back to his room. Two weeks later he awoke again, feeling quite restless. He urinated and took a big drink of juice. He wasn't hungry much any more. He asked John when his first nymph was due, and John said not for half an hour. Sam's fist slammed into the wall. He was ready now, not half an hour from now. When the nymph came in, he was irritable. So he dragged her by the wrist to the bed, though not much dragging was required. She was eager to lie back and spread her legs. He was very horny, but there was more too. He didn't like the smile on her face, so he mashed his hand over it, supporting his weight that way while he aimed his penis with his other hand. She yelped. John looked up quickly and raced over and told Sam in a firm voice to stop it. Sam reluctantly took his hand away. Taking in her lovely breasts and delicious odor, he thrust as fast and deep as he could and ejaculated way up inside her with a final lunge as he shouted out an obscenity. He withdrew and sat on the bed, catching his breath. Within a minute she had turned so her crotch was facing him and she was holding herself open for him. He yelled at her and pushed her away roughly. John intervened again. After he led her out he told Sam he had to treat the nymphs nicely or there would be consequences. Sam wasn't used to anyone telling him what to do, so he looked defiant. John was a pro, and tried to defuse the situation. He said he should concentrate on how sexy they were, and let the anger go. If he couldn't, then he would have to be physically restrained. Sam didn't like the sound of that, but decided he wouldn't pick a fight, as John was very muscular. At John's urging Sam went back to the kitchen for just a minute, and when he came back there was a nymph's butt pointed his way. She was on the bed in doggy position. His penis rose almost instantly. With John keeping watch like a hawk, Sam found her opening and pushed in, and humped her hard and fast, trying to work out his anger at the same time as he was enjoying sex. After five minutes a massive orgasm overwhelmed him. He slid out and headed back to the kitchen, while John ushered that nymph out and the next one in. After four more nymphs that way, John tried to position one on her back in missionary position. Sam felt an overwhelming anger as he was getting ready to mount her and he spit in her face. She just smiled, which made Sam furious, so he was reaching to slap her across the face hard, but John caught his arm. Sam turned on John, but John quick kicked Sam's knees out from under him so he landed on the floor. John bent over him, and Sam could see the start of a tear in his eye. "Don't make me restrain you. Not this soon!" Sam didn't fully understand, but he was given pause by the combination of John's strength and his sign of compassion. John sent him to the shower and to get a little to eat. When he came out again, what he saw was the shape of a woman on her back, but with a sheet covering her entire upper half. Sam mounted her, thrust hard, and came quickly. He ignored his irritability and slunk back to the bathroom. The next one was bent over the bed, with again nothing showing but the fine large butt and swollen moist labia. Sam mounted. He started swearing, every obscenity in the book. But soon enough he did his duty and spurted his semen up inside her too. That was all for the night. Sam woke from nightmares. He was aching. It had been three weeks since his farewell banquet. John was dozing lightly in the chair beside the bed. Sam hated him, and lunged up to attack. John fought him off, begging him to calm down, but Sam couldn't calm down. In seconds Sam was on the floor, face down, with his arm twisted up behind his back. John spoke in a low voice into the headset he wore. Within five minutes another large man came in, wheeling a large apparatus which Sam had never seen before, a vertical frame on wheels, extending from floor to ceiling and just as wide as it was tall. He also carried a syringe, and although Sam gave a brief struggle of panic he soon felt the syringe prick him and within a few seconds felt himself falling into unconsciousness. When he awoke he was strung up in the frame, his two wrists and two ankles tightly bound at the four points of a square. He roared when he realized he was helpless, and pulled hard on his wrists and ankles, but to no avail. Within a minute or two John wheeled in a hospital bed with a beautiful nymph on it, and as he approached she turned onto her stomach and presented her rear end to him. The sight of her and her intoxicating smell made his desire soar. John took Sam's penis and gently put it against the nymph's oozing labial crack. Sam pushed and felt the pleasure surge, while hearing a loud cry of pleasure from the nymph. Ten more thrusts in this weird position and he was overwhelmed with orgasm. The nymph was wheeled away. Sam was worn out from struggling against the bonds. But nymph after nymph was wheeled in front of him, and nymph after nymph he filled with semen as the orgasms blew him away. Three days later Sam woke in pain from an uncomfortable doze. He was tied down firmly on his back, clamped down might be a better term for it. A light touch moved across his penis, which rapidly started filling with blood. A beautiful nymph with hanging breasts appeared above him and brought her vagina down over his penis. He ejaculated almost as soon as the head of his penis disappeared from sight. He was in a fog of equal parts agony from his muscles and joints and ecstasy from orgasms. Nymph after nymph appeared to impale herself on his penis, and he had another orgasm in each of them. He drifted in and out of consciousness. The next nymph appeared. She didn't get herself adjusted quite right, but he ejaculated anyway, the spurt shooting up to hit her belly. She smiled. He felt an incredible surge of anger, and felt a huge pain in his heart -- fury, orgasm, and pain all at once, then he fell unconscious, never to wake again. ------------------------------ Sixty years before people had noticed a gradual trend. Men and women both started losing some of their distinctive body features. Men's beards stopped growing, and women's breasts started shrinking. When girls hit puberty their breasts didn't grow much at all. Men and women became less interested in each other, and even less interested in sex. When they did get themselves to have sex because they wanted a baby, couples were having trouble conceiving. Births were falling off precipitously. Scientists went to work. They tried giving women higher doses of estrogen, which worked for a while to restore their fertility somewhat and led to normal breast development. They gave men higher doses of testosterone, which similarly helped their fertility and made their beards grow. But the worldwide trend continued and the problem became more severe. Increased doses were not enough and more drastic measures were needed. The experiments, the outcry, the readjustments, and the political battles were all prolonged and intense. But when the dust settled, there was still a method that allowed humans to reproduce. A cocktail of drugs could keep a woman fertile, and a different cocktail could keep a man fertile. But there were side effects that one would call serious, to say the least. The men died about three months after the treatments started. Their interest in sex became high, and it became higher as the months wore on. Towards the end they were often out of control. They were known as bulls. Women who received the treatments similarly became very interested in sex, and became known as nymphs. They had normal lifespans, but they also became simple-minded, having their mental powers rapidly slip to not too different from a two-year-old. The simple-mindedness was irreversible. Both genders had to have the treatments before age twenty-five or they would be ineffective. Conception was still not reliable, but frequent enough if it involved a bull and a nymph. Although ordinary men and women were not so interested in sex with each other, each was interested in these new sexually enhanced versions of the opposite gender. Although they had no interest in sex with mere women, men were strongly attracted to nymphs. Women didn't miss the attention from ordinary men, but bulls were a different story. They hungered for them. A young man or woman approaching the age of 20 had a momentous choice to make. Each could live a normal life as a relatively sexless individual, or become very hot to the other gender and reproduce, but at a terrible cost. Staying untreated made a lot more sense for the individual, but if chosen universally it doomed the species. So despite this solution science had produced -- it was the best they could do -- reproduction did not increase. Since so few men and women were choosing to become bulls and nymphs, there was virtually no sex happening anywhere, with the accompanying frustration. Both genders had sexual urges when they hit puberty, but the opposite sex just wasn't very appealing. But when an adolescent boy saw and smelled a full-chested nymph, he knew this was what he had been waiting for. When an adolescent girl saw and smelled a bearded bull, that was what she wanted. The lack of sexual interest between men and women led to a serious strain on the marital bond. Any person could avoid the whole reproduction business and live a normal life on his or her own or in groups. But now the vibrant soul of humanity, where families grew, was the clan. Clans had boys and girls, men and women, as clans always have. They also had nymphs and bulls, though of necessity it was once in a great while there was a bull. Clans were required because neither the nymphs nor the bulls could live independently. Nymphs could get pregnant, give birth, and nurse their infants, but they could not reliably care for a baby. They had social problems too. A nymph out in public who saw a man would approach him and hike up her skirt or drop her pants, because she wanted sex. Nymphs wanted sex just about all the time. The sex-starved men very often accepted the offer, so a nymph might come home from a solitary stroll having had sex with thirty or forty unknown men, which wasn't so good for her health and was socially disruptive. Nymphs needed to be kept strictly segregated from men and older boys unless it was time for them to have sex. The huge problem for humanity was how to get enough boys and girls to volunteer to be nymphs or bulls. Nymphs developed a gentle disposition, and they were happy. They didn't have cares and troubles. They wanted sex all the time, and when they got it they enjoyed it a lot. In the middle of their cycles their interest got noticeably stronger, and they were said to be in heat. A nymph in heat would sometimes be observed with her hand up under her skirt, idly massaging herself. Nymphs bore babies, and had the animal pleasure of nursing them after birth, and they got to play with their young children. Before long they would get pregnant again. If a woman transformed to a nymph at age 20, she might well have 15 children, though the average was less. So a nymph might have no mind to speak of, but she had the prospect of living a long and pleasurable life. Before the optimum combination of drugs was found to make a bull, there were countless experiments. Masculine traits were being accentuated by the very high testosterone levels, so these proto-bulls had problems with violence. Some of the experimental subjects became rapists, and when that was discovered they were all supervised strictly. Once the complete drug cocktail was finished, the violence of a bull was restricted to the last couple weeks of his life, when he also experienced increasing joint and muscle pain. As soon as a bull started the drugs, he started growing a thick beard and mustache, and feeling happy and supremely confident. After about a week he found ordinary women to be sexually attractive. Young men couldn't quite believe that as a bull that would ever happen, just as a pre-pubescent child doesn't think they will ever crave sex. But once they found ordinary women attractive, they were introduced to an unending stream of them, since this was the only way women could be sexually satisfied. A bull's orgasms felt especially pleasurable, and kept getting more pleasurable as the days wore on. After six weeks, his sperm would become fertile. At that time mere women were shoved aside in favor of nymphs in heat. This was the pairing that produced babies. He spent the last six weeks of his life ejaculating inside nymphs in heat. Towards the end his tendencies towards aggressiveness and violence got more serious, as in Sam's case. In the last couple days, his erection would barely subside. If the supply of nymphs ran short at that point, a sympathetic handler would masturbate him (since his own hands were tied). He was typically in quite a bit of pain at that point, but the pleasure of huge orgasms would blunt that to some extent. In his last hours he had a constant erection, and might just spontaneously spurt semen periodically, if no woman or nymph was there to catch it. Then he died. A bull could father on average about twenty children. To replace itself, society needed one of every ten boys to become bulls. A nymph could bear about ten children, so society needed one in every five girls to become a nymph. The first solution to making bulls or nymphs was coercion. The boy or girl would be given the treatments, restrained if necessary. But this did not lead to a harmonious social order. Girls and boys had anxiety growing up, wondering if they would be chosen for the warped life of one of the reproductive types of their species. Adults faced agonizing choices deciding which of their children they would condemn. The social engineers realized that for the human race to survive, the life story of a bull had to be sanitized a bit. There was no way of hiding the basic fact that he would live a very short time. For the first several weeks, his vitality, confidence, and masculinity were on display for all to see. But as the irritability and violent tendencies manifested themselves, it was best to keep him out of view. The nymphs he was mating with would be momentarily troubled by his strangeness and borderline violence, but for them the sex was the thing. They would tell no tales. If they were arranged bent over a rolling bed and rolled backwards, they would happily look over their shoulders and grasp the hard penis twitching in the air behind them and guide it into their vaginas, not paying too much attention to how the man behind the penis was in four-point restraints and raving a bit. The only other people who saw a bull in the last couple weeks of his life were the bull-handlers. These were professionals from outside brought in just for the purpose. Men from the bull's own clan tried to do this in the early years but would be upset to see the boy they had grown up with go through this. And it was better if these other men didn't have disturbing images that they might share with others around the clan. Bull handlers were an elite guild. At puberty boys were eligible to volunteer for the bull track. A boy on the bull track had every advantage. He had no chores. He got the best food. He didn't need to study if he didn't feel like it. He was treated with deference if not reverence. But the most alluring benefit was that he could have sex with nymphs about as much as he wanted. Boys who were not on the bull track could not have sex. If a clan was short of volunteers, it might let its boys have sex with a nymph just once or twice to whet their appetites, but then withhold any more. And when his time came to be a bull, he too could be the bearded, self-confident man who all adored before he entered his final orgy in seclusion. Girls were similarly aware of the divide that awaited them, and the simplemindedness of the nymph was on full display. As children they lived with a mix of nymphs, ordinary women, girls and boys. They had an emotional bond with their own mothers. They could see how the nymphs were pampered, fed the finest food, given backrubs, and had essentially no responsibilities. Their responsibility to society was to have sex, and for that they needed absolutely no encouragement. It wasn't practical to shield children from seeing sex, and the girls got to see how the nymphs felt such sheer pleasure when a man was having sex with her. At puberty, as hormones raged, a girl who chose the nymph track could have sex with a bull from another clan sometimes, while girls who weren't on that track never had sex. And as they took their artificial course of hormones a few years later, they would lose their mental faculties but live a simple happy life of bodily pleasures. Just how many privileges and how much pampering nymphs received varied with the market, so to speak. If few girls were volunteering to be nymphs, it was made more luxurious, but if too many were, then the privileges were toned down somewhat. Well-off clans had rooms that were used only when one of their sons was a bull, not unlike in status a formal hall in a manor house that was used only on the occasion of great festivals. At its center was the Bedroom, spacious and richly appointed. There were various anterooms for the women and nymphs and facilities for the bull handlers. Less affluent clans could rent a public bull facility. Most boys and girls went to school, then grew up to be men and women, doing all the work of the world, careers and jobs on the outside, and work within the clan complex. They suffered all the anxieties of life, but they also made all the decisions and had all the rewards of adult autonomy and human intelligence. Nymphs and bulls had no such concerns, and boys and girls on the bull and nymph tracks didn't need to. Their adult roles would not require any education. A nymph's sexual drives were unabated by any concerns with incest. She would be likely to start hitching up her dress and presenting her bare rear to her brothers or sons, which made them and everyone else uncomfortable. So each clan complex had two areas, the larger one off limits to nymphs, the smaller one off limits to the men and older boys. Children and ordinary women could pass back and forth. As they got older, boys and girls spent more and more of their time in the adult section, well before boys' development required them to stay there all the time. Nothing prevented the men of a house from having sex with their own nymphs, but most clans found it worked better to prohibit that. Instead, clans would arrange swaps. On those occasions the men from another clan would descend on the nymph wing. They might entertain in their private bedrooms a succession of men, or they might at the instigation of the men engage in group sex. Nymphs had no sense of shame and did not care about privacy. They did not have patience for performing oral sex, nor were they very interested in receiving it. Their vaginas were hot, and they wanted penises in them. There were five men to every nymph in the world, but the nymphs' libidinal energies were sufficient so satisfy all of them. The visiting men could have sex as many times as their bodies would support. As in all times and places, nymphs who were younger and prettier naturally got more male attention. A particularly attractive nymph might entertain all ten of a visiting contingent of men in sequence, and then all ten of them a second time. As the men were gathering to leave, she might then emerge from her room, semen oozing down her legs, and bend over a sofa with her butt up in the air, hoping a man would mount her and fulfill her deepest longing yet once more. Pregnancy and nursing did not dampen nymphs' sex drives very much. Nymphs loved their children, but if there was a conflict, sex came first. A nymph nursing her baby when a man walked in would be likely to keep nursing, but get up, turn around, and present her bare rear end. Adolescent boys and girls who were not on the bull or nymph track could not have sex for years. To keep young men volunteering to be bulls, the alternative had to have a seemingly interminable period of celibacy. But fully adult men got to have a lot more sex than women, because nymphs were interested in sex their whole lives, while bulls had only their brief few months, and their attention during half of that time had to be devoted to nymphs in heat. There were central clearinghouses for scheduling. It would be a waste for there to be four bulls holding court at once. Nymph-keepers also tracked the menstrual cycles of their nymphs and booked appointments in advance with the clans of bulls for her fertile day. The problems recruiting nymphs and bulls declined as the years went by. There was some genetic component to willingness to agree to be bull or nymph. Boys who were dead-set against becoming bulls left no progeny. Girls who chose to be nymphs were the ones whose genes went to the next generation. --------------------- Gail and Gary were brother and sister and closest of friends. They decided they wanted to be nymph and bull, respectively. They parted when she was 20, when she started her nymph treatments. He became a bull when he was 23. There was a mix-up. Gail's nymph-keepers were preoccupied with a medical emergency, and she wandered off. She wandered into the hall where Gary was holding court. In the anteroom none of the nymph-keepers from other clans recognized her, of course, nor did the bull-handler. Gary was pretty far along. When he saw his sister, he felt a mix of emotions. Here she was, filled out with breasts, hips, glowing skin. She was beautiful. But still, she was his sister. Gail thought he looked familiar, her brother maybe?, but it didn't stop her. She flung her dress off and ran to him. Her urgent female presence swept away his inhibitions. He pushed her back on the bed, and she instantly spread her legs to reveal her vulva, already leaking secretions. His penis slid in. He grabbed her behind the shoulders and she grabbed his back, breasts sliding on chest, beard scratching glowing cheek. They were mashed together completely, except below where his mobile butt jammed his penis into her again and again and again. "Oh, Gail" he said, one of the few times he knew the name of a woman or nymph he was having sex with. "Gail, Gail, GAIL!" He convulsed inside her. Her orgasm that had started shortly after he entered her doubled at that moment, and she cried out. Brotherly semen surged over sisterly cervix. Brotherly sperm swam to sisterly egg. They rested all of a minute but he didn't let go of her. He was in her again, rock hard, pounding away again. She moaned through another continuous orgasm. He spurted again, this time a little more calmly, looking at his sister's dear sweet face, slack and skin moist from total sexual satisfaction. The nymph-handler burst in, and recruited the bull handler to separate them. But they were through. Gail was due that afternoon to be bred to a bull from another clan. But he was too late. She bore twins, quite a rarity. Though conceived by incest, both were healthy. Gary was long dead, of course, but in his last couple agonizing days he took comfort in his memory of that look on her face. ================================================================== I'm always eager for comments, whether good, bad or mixed. Comments to sterling27@live.com.