Author: Sterling
Title: Coaxing Sperm Out Of The Condemned
Summary: People can tumble into an isolated valley, but they can
never leave. The original pair multiplies to make a thriving
community. Then an infection robs all males of both virility and
fertility. Community survival depends on a few men with normal
sex drives who fall in. For some reason they all die during their
sixth night (though they don't believe they will). Women have
mixed feelings, but they make the most of the time the men have.
Keywords: ScFi MF preg 1st period menses

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 7/5/2015.

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Coaxing Sperm Out Of The Condemned

Emma had grow up in the valley, and she knew she would spend her
whole life there. Everyone did. The valley was a couple miles
long and a quarter mile wide. It was surrounded on all sides by
cliffs that could not be scaled. A high waterfall was the start
of the stream that ran through the valley, and on the lower end
it disappeared under the ground.

They were all descended from the same two people, her
great-great-great grandparents Elijah and Patience Smith. The two
had been part of an expedition of 20 men and 12 women to South
America in search of a new home. Their supplies were on mules,
while they walked. Progress was slow over rough terrain. Their
path blocked by a steep ridge, the group fanned out, trying to
find a way through. Patience stepped forward through thick growth
and the ground crumbled beneath her. She gave a cry, then fell
and landed hard. Elijah heard and ran to investigate. He saw
Patience far below through the gap in the earth, scratched and
bloody and holding her ankle. He fancied Patience, and while
trying to find a way down to her, the ground gave way beneath him
too, and he landed next to Patience. He was bruised and
scratched. Their cries went unheard by the rest of the party. He
carried her down to a shady area by the stream. As Patience's
ankle healed, Elijah explored up and down the valley for a way
out. But there was no break in the cliffs, no way to get up.
Weeks turned to months, with no sign from the rest of their
party. They were stuck.

They were also in a paradise. The weather was mild year-round,
the trees were always laden with fruit. Potatoes grew wild in
abundance. A cave provided shelter until huts could be built.

As they really grasped that they were stuck, their thoughts
turned to the future. Though there was no preacher to perform a
ceremony, they swore marriage vows to each other. Patience bore
children, one by one, 15 in all. With no other mates at hand,
brother had married sister, and more children had come,
generation after generation. And so by the time Emma Smith
married Ebenezer Smith, they were a community of twelve hundred
souls. They were all Christians, because that's what Elijah and
Patience had been, but as time went by and children asked what
that meant, the adults found they didn't really know. The legend
told of bibles, other books, and writing, but there was none of
that in the valley.

Emma had been nervous on her wedding night, but discovered that
sex was not painful. It was strange at first but pleasant. Within
a couple weeks she thought it was just wonderful. Ebenezer
thought so too, and they fulfilled their marital duties to each
other morning and night. Emma looked forward to being a mother,
but for three months they had no success.

Then Hepzibah Smith came down with a cold. Sneezing and coughing
marked the progress of the malady through the community. Such
colds were a common enough occurrence, and recovery from this one
took only a couple days. But after Ebenezer and Emma had both
recovered and they lay together, kissing and caressing each other
in preparation for the act, his penis remained soft. Night after
night the organ refused to come to attention. He confessed that
he also just wasn't interested in sex any more. He still shared
Emma's enthusiasm for children, so he tried his best, but nothing
happened.

Like women everywhere, women of the valley confided their private
difficulties to their friends. All of Emma's friends' husbands
were affected the same way!

Before Emma married, Stephen had shown an intense interest in
her. He was deeply disappointed when she chose Ebenezer as her
husband, and she still recalled the lustful looks he gave her.
Surely if any lust was strong enough to weather this affliction,
it was his for her. He was not yet married, and she went to him
secretly. He was friendly enough, but there was no spark. He
seemed unusually oblivious to her hints about sexual
availability, and when she finally asked him directly, he blandly
said he had no interest. He recalled that he used to, but he
didn't any more.

Weeks went by, and not a husband in the community could get an
erection. Teen boys couldn't either. Not a single penis in the
entire colony was capable of an erection.

Soon all the adults knew.  Some enterprising souls hoped to make
creative use of the sticky secretions of wet dreams, but there
were no wet dreams. Some women confessed their sexual frustration
to their closest friends. It was plain that if nothing changed,
they were doomed to extinction.

But it was not an imminent disaster. Five years passed. Discreet
attention was paid to the boys who grew into puberty. They became
muscular and hairy and seemed normal in every respect -- except
they had no interest in sex and could not achieve erections.

Maintaining their lifestyle in the valley required no special
exertions by anyone. Up until that time friendships, love, and
marriage were on people's minds as much as ever in human
communities. Now the men reported a peace and contentment they
had never known before. They lazed around, admiring nature. Aside
from the most basic functions of eating, drinking, and
elimination, they moved little.

The women still cared about the children, the future, and each
other. They felt their men slipping away and becoming alien
creatures. Each sex found the other tiresome. Most marriages
evaporated, and men preferred to live peacefully with other men.
More and more it became a society run by women. They watched
their sons emerge from puberty with the tranquility and
indifference of their fathers, and then the young men went to
live with the older.

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Six years after the emasculating cold swept through the colony, a
strange man stumbled into the settlement. When he spoke it
sounded to them like gibberish -- certainly nothing like English.
Although scratched and bruised from his fall, he was basically
OK. Emma noticed that he was definitely handsome. Taller than the
hundreds of Smiths, with broad shoulders and a square jaw,
somewhat darker in complexion, and with dark brown hair. His eyes
were a color they had never seen before -- brown! She could tell
from their glances that the other women also found him
attractive. The women were excited and debated what it might
mean. He might well be able to impregnate all the women who
wanted children.

The new man sought out the men of the valley. But in response to
his attempts at communication, they just nodded and smiled
serenely.

The women actively engaged him in the hunt for gestures and signs
to convey meaning. He brought them to where he had landed and
pointed far up the steep slope to show where had come from. It
was the same place Elijah and Patience had come from. The man
wanted to return to the world above. They casually conveyed that
this was not possible, but he did not seem to get it. Of course
no one could leave -- they had all known that for generations.
But they recalled that Elijah and Patience had assumed they could
get out somehow to return to their companions, so this man would
as well.

The Smiths vacated a hut for his use, and he was content to share
the food they offered and spend the night.

The next morning he set out confidently, accompanied by a
shifting audience of curious children and women. As he walked
around the edges of the valley they saw his confidence turn to
doubt and then alarm. As he returned to his hut after a day of
strenuous exploration, a couple enterprising young women spent
time with him, smiling and flirting, sitting close, even leaning
up against him. He seemed to understand their meaning, but he
shook his head. The next day he began a more thorough
investigation of the valley walls, picking a section a day and
exploring every foot of ground. The women tried again to pique
his romantic or sexual interest, thinking he had perhaps been too
tired at first. Then they thought perhaps he had particular
tastes, so more young women were encouraged to come visit,
including the most comely, the large and small in each and every
dimension, and the shy. But he showed no sign of interest. This
was disappointing. Unlike the men of the valley, he definitely
had will and spirit. But he was just like them in displaying no
sexual interest. The women wondered if he was capable of an
erection. There would be time to find out more.

Except there wasn't. He went to sleep the sixth night after his
arrival and never woke up. He had simply died in his sleep, and
none could recall him looking sick or complaining of any unease
the night before. The valley was generally a healthful place,
with no life-threatening illnesses and few unexplained deaths
among the young and healthy. With sadness they interred him in
the burial ground alongside their hundreds of Smith forebears.

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The women wondered about future possibilities. If one man came,
maybe more would. The first man's death was probably a fluke --
but they wondered if there was anything they had done that might
have caused it. Any unusual plants or animals in the section of
valley wall he had been exploring that day? And then there was
the question of sex. Did he refuse their advances because of no
interest, or perhaps moral concerns? Perhaps he was married to
someone in the vast world above? Some thought they had seen a
special sparkle in his eyes as he tried repeatedly to engage the
young men in conversation. After all the speculation, there was
little to be done. Life returned to the normal they had come to
accept over the preceding six years.

Two months later, another man tumbled down into the valley. He
had badly twisted his ankle, and it was his cries that brought
some nearby Smiths running to help him down into the settlement.
In coloring and build he was similar to the first man.

The first man's untimely death was a reminder that nothing is
certain in life. This man didn't immediately express a strong
desire to leave, which the Smiths figured was because he wanted
to give his ankle time to heal. But some young women decided not
to wait, as a healthy ankle is not required for what they had in
mind.

Emma's younger sister Elizabeth was the most enterprising. She
devised a plan with Emma and set it in motion. As he finished
eating his first meal that afternoon, she helped him up and put
his arm around her shoulder while Emma offered herself for
support on the other side. At his guest hut, Elizabeth helped him
inside, and by arrangement Emma stayed outside to turn away any
other visitors. She had quite a few to turn away.

Inside, Elizabeth helped the young man onto his sleeping pallet
and then sat beside him. She gave him her best flirtatious smile
and rested her hand on his knee. The man took her meaning. He
stroked her cheek and rested his hand on her shoulder, then
slowly slid it down towards her breast. Elizabeth sat up
straighter and smiled.

His hand then cupped her breast firmly. His face conveyed
unmistakable interest. He paused and gestured outside while
saying some gibberish in his own language, then pantomimed people
coming in and out.

Elizabeth shook her head and said loudly, "Emma, he wants to know
if anyone will be coming in."

"That sounds promising," came the muffled reply. "No,
everything's looking fine in that regard."

Elizabeth made reassuring gestures.

The man then did a series of wonderful things in quick
succession. He stroked her other breast, then let his hand slide
lower. Elizabeth lay back on the pallet to encourage him, and his
hand landed on her left knee and rapidly slid up under her dress
to her crotch. The Smiths all dressed in simple homespun shifts
and had no undergarments. Elizabeth smiled encouragement and the
man stroked her crotch a few times. Then he turned back, whipped
off his shirt and worked his pants off quickly, along with a
white undergarment.

And there, between his legs, was an erect penis! Elizabeth
feasted on the sight as he crawled on top of her. She quickly
pulled her shift up over her head so she was naked too. She was
about to get what none of the hundreds of Smith women had gotten
for six years -- a penis inside her vagina!

Then the man paused, and began gently stroking her between the
legs. It felt nice, but Elizabeth had a more specific hunger.
There was a hard penis, she didn't know how long it would stay
hard, and she desperately wanted it to penetrate her body.

A single finger pointing at her opening conveyed her desire, and
he gave a big grin as he lowered himself into position. She saw
the tip disappear from her view while the warm blunt end pressed
against her. It pressed hard, harder, and harder still, and then
suddenly broke through. There was a sharp pain and she winced.

The man paused with a questioning look, but a little discomfort
was nothing to her. She mimed with her finger the motion she was
looking for. He then pressed in with greater force and in a
series of strokes worked his organ in deeper and deeper.
Elizabeth was dimly aware that it hurt, but mostly it felt
absolutely right. She had a man lying on top of her and a cock
thrusting in and out of her pussy. He was thrusting fast and
hard, with enthusiasm. She felt the tip of the hot, hard thing
hitting against the deep end of her tunnel. And then he pressed
himself in all the way tight and gasped. He was delivering sperm!
The stuff that made women pregnant... She might get pregnant from
this!

A few breaths later the man let his penis slide out, eased
himself down beside her and lay on his back, favoring his ankle.
He looked very happy as he let her snuggle against him.

Not too long after, she heard a gentle, "Elizabeth? Elizabeth?"
from outside. So she rose and pulled her shift on, then parted
the drape that formed the hut's door.

"Did it work?" asked Emma excitedly.

Elizabeth glowed and nodded.

"My turn?"

Elizabeth hesitated, and Emma turned it from a question into a
statement: "My turn!" She disappeared into the hut.

Other pairs and trios of women approached. Elizabeth stood with
dazed satisfaction and told her story. The key fact was that he
had ejaculated deep in her vagina, and they could hope for the
same treatment!

As she entered the hut, Emma saw the man reach for his trousers
to cover himself up, but she signaled she didn't care about that.
She squatted beside the pallet, giving him a clear view up under
her shift. He noticed, and she then observed the most wonderful,
amazing thing. The man's limp organ was swelling, getting bigger.
More importantly, it was getting stiff. Stiff and hard, just like
Ebenezer's used to. Just like a penis had to be to penetrate
women.

He curled the fingers of one hand and poked his index finger in
and out with a questioning look.

Emma nodded eagerly, lay back and pulled her shift up out of the
way. She spread her legs wide, wide apart. Anything to make it
easier for him to get that thing into her. He knew what to do --
and he wanted to do it! He mounted her and nuzzled his hard tip
in just the right spot, then forced it in. Emma's pussy had been
empty and unused for six years, but it was not a virgin pussy.
The man's strokes were insistent and soon he had buried his whole
organ inside. It was bigger than Ebenezer's!

He fucked in and out of her fast, grinning vacantly down to where
his member was penetrating her body, stabbing it in and out --
such a wonderful invasion. It went on and on. She dimly
remembered from her early married days that after finishing one
bout of sex, it took Ebenezer longer the second time. This man
had just done it to her little sister. The wonderful glow built
in her loins, the glow of sex, of desire, of hope for a baby.

She felt his strokes intensify, and all at once the glow broke
inside her and she gasped -- an orgasm. Seconds later she felt
him thrust with abandon as he groaned and relaxed -- the sign he
was delivering his precious load. He rolled off of her and lay
back. He was lost in his own world, with an idiot grin of
satisfaction. Emma got up to leave, reminded unpleasantly of how
all the Smith men had acted these past several years. But there
was reason to hope this was temporary.

Another young woman entered the hut right after Emma left, but
came right back out, reporting that he had held up his hands to
head her off.

In the morning there were several women hanging around outside
his hut, and when he appeared hopping on one foot, they all rose
and looked at him expectantly. He looked them over and pointed to
one. With her help he made it to and from the latrine, and she
helped him back into the hut. She later reported his lustful
advances, and she of course accepted them enthusiastically. It
ended as natural mating acts do with sperm deep in her vagina.

A sprained ankle is no serious obstacle to copulation. He went at
each of the women with zest and enthusiasm.

On the fourth day his ankle was mostly better and his gestural
questions about how to get out of the valley became more pointed.
He was upset when he realized he was trapped -- but not as upset
as the man before. It didn't stop him from satisfying his lust
with 3 or 4 different women each day.

He tapped Elizabeth for a second bout of sex. The other young
women grumbled, but he was the one in charge. Just as they were
entering the hut, a few men were ambling by. He pointed to them,
pointed to the women, and turned his palms up to indicate a
question. Elizabeth thought she understood, but led him inside
his hut before giving her clarifying question. Pointing out there
and to herself, she then pantomimed fucking with her fingers. The
man nodded and turned his palms up again. Elizabeth turned just a
little pink as she used one hand to form a vagina, and with the
other did her best to convey a flaccid penis. The man seemed to
understand, and was surprised. He pointed all different
directions outside the hut, and held his own finger in the
relaxed, deflated position. Elizabeth nodded.

She then used her hands to shape an imaginary man beside her. She
shifted her hips seductively, ran her left hand over her left
breast, and batted her eyes at this imaginary man. Then she
stepped over to take his place and gave a smirk of disinterest
and a yawn.

The man nodded. Then he looked puzzled and pointed over his
shoulder repeatedly. Elizabeth didn't understand. He thought
another moment, and then pantomimed a small child, and pointed
all around.

Then Elizabeth understood -- he wanted to know where all the
children came from if the men had no interest in sex. She
pantomimed a man with lust in her eyes, and put an
upward-pointing finger between her legs to indicate an erection.
Then she used her hands over her stomach to show a pregnant belly
swelling, then swept her hand down from between her legs to the
floor. She then brought the hand up, hopefully showing children
growing taller. She then waved her hands to change context, put
her hand at the height she estimated for a 5-year-old child,
nodded as she raised the hand higher. She then returned it to the
5-year-old level and moved it downward, shaking her head. He
nodded, apparently understanding that the men used to be
interested until about 6 years before.

After a moment with no further gestural questions, she pointed to
the pallet with raised eyebrows. He hesitated, and then drew her
to him and gently offered a kiss. Elizabeth was a bit surprised,
but didn't hesitate. She felt more vulnerable being kissed than
being fucked, but she found this man attractive in every way. If
he was going to take a special shine to her, that would be
wonderful. Besides, she figured they would soon get around to
sex, and regular sex was better for making babies than occasional
sex. The kisses grew more passionate and his hands roamed all
over her body. It felt great.

When they lay on the mat naked, he surprised her mightily by
shifting downward and moving his head between her legs. What was
he going to do? He grinned at her puzzled look, and then she felt
his tongue lick her private place. Gross! She yelped and
wriggled. When he looked up she shook her head, and pointed
between her legs, moving her pointed finger forward and back in a
clear indication of sexual intercourse.

He nodded, then with a twinkle in his eye, he sat back and
yawned.

After several seconds, she pointed at the stiff penis between his
legs, then pointed between her own legs, holding her lips open
with the other hand. He feigned incomprehension. With a sick
feeling, she worried that perhaps he was succumbing to the sexual
indifference of the Smith men.

But there was a penis, and it was still stiff. If she could get
it into her, get it to unload once more...

She pushed him onto his back, and he let himself be pushed. She
then lifted herself up to straddle him. She and her girlfriends
had talked over everything sexual when they were adolescents, and
then the women talked more about sex once the men had checked
out. She knew this kind of sex was a possibility. Emma told her
she'd done it that way with Ebenezer a few times.

The man smiled when he saw what she was up to, and she managed
after several attempts to get herself in position over his penis,
aim it between her legs at the right spot and angle, and slowly
descend, forcing it up inside of her. She them moved up and down.
He looked up at her and smiled, but it didn't seem like the sort
of urgent smile men made when they were about to ejaculate. She
began to move up and down more vigorously, looking at him
intently. His expression didn't change. Soon she was very tired
from the vigorous up and down and stopped. Defeat.

He then gently pushed her off of him. Had he really succumbed?
Would the one time the women had had with him be enough to make
*any* of them pregnant?

But then all at once he pushed her back onto the mat and raised
himself over her, growling and snarling, pressing her legs apart
with his knees and then surging up inside her hard and deep. He
held her wrists firmly against the mat. She was caught, trapped,
helpless. She couldn't have moved if she wanted to. But it sure
looked like he was going to do the thing she craved, and she
laughed. He smiled and stopped growling, but he kept thrusting
his organ into her deep and hard, over and over again. Then he
released her hands and lay down on her, putting his whole weight
on her body while he slid his hands down below to grasp a butt
cheek with each. She couldn't breathe very well, but she loved
it. A minute later she felt him give the hardest thrust of all as
he groaned his pleasure. His pleasure was nice, but she thrilled
at what came with that pleasure, and what mattered so much -- his
sticky seed pulsing into her where it could start a baby.

When he seemed fully satisfied, she gave exaggerated gasps to
show her breathing problem, and he slid off of her. After a
minute of relaxation, she stirred in preparation for getting up,
but he held her against him and looked at her tenderly. Maybe he
really did have a thing for her. Imagine if they actually got
married! He'd still have to do his best to impregnate all the
others, but even so...

On his sixth day the man took another walk around the perimeter
of the valley, looking up at the cliffs that clearly could not be
scaled.

That night he sought out Elizabeth and indicated he'd like her to
sleep the night with him. She was delighted at the prospect. She
hesitated briefly, remembering that the other man had died during
his sixth night. The timing surely meant nothing, and if by
chance he did have some sort of distress she would be there to do
whatever could be done. She went to sleep happy to have this man
beside her -- this man who cared about life and cared about her.
His more vital good qualities were that he got stiff, fucked
women, and spewed his sperm into them.

She woke to a rapidly shifting set of emotions. She was surprised
to feel a man next to her, happy to remember where she was and
the circumstances, curious that he didn't seem so warm, and then
horrified when she suspected that he was cool because he was
dead.

She screamed.

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They checked and double-checked their memories. Both men had died
during their sixth night in the valley of the Smiths. This was
unlikely to be a coincidence. If another man tumbled down into
their midst., how could they prepare? Had the men died because of
something they had eaten? Something in the hut? They decided to
offer a future visitor only the simplest diet, potatoes and a
bland fruit. They cleared out a different hut in hope of another
visitor and kept it especially clean. The consensus was that only
two notably healthy women would get close to him, to minimize the
chance of some infection. Most young women started tracking their
periods so they could argue better for a chance with the man if
they really might be fertile.

So when a third man did arrive 64 days later, there was hope but
also consternation -- a palpable fear that he too would die soon.

He had not twisted or sprained anything, and after taking in the
community and accepting their simple meal, he immediately set out
to find a way out of the valley. He was notably upset when he
finished his first circuit of the valley.

The original plan had been for just two women to come close to
the man. But between the formulation of that plan and the third
man's arrival, it had become apparent that four women had gotten
pregnant from their time with the second man. Most others wanted
babies too -- some wanted them desperately. Some thought it
wasn't right to stress a man with sex if his life was in danger.
But others, especially those who wanted babies the most, pointed
out that the first man had died just as soon as the second and
had had no sex at all. Others thought it just wasn't proper
somehow when in an important sense his life hung in the balance.

The women who were interested in sex under these uncertain
circumstances flirted with him, leaving no doubt as their
availability. He resisted their advances the first day. He gave
in on the second night, and then every night after. Apparently he
was the sort of guy who couldn't or didn't want to have sex more
often than once a day. He didn't encourage any to spend the
night. He barely got his cock tip into the first woman before he
came. He lasted a minute in the others. He seemed to care for
nothing but his own pleasure, and he fucked his way straight to
spasms of release. The women were still delighted. The
possibility of his imminent death led the second woman to try to
spread the wealth. She held her pussy lips tight around the man's
shaft as he withdrew, then hurried with her precious vaginal
cargo to another hut, where she dipped her finger inside before
plunging it into the vagina of another woman. On hearing of this,
the women decided among themselves that it wasn't fair for any
other to take his gift directly unless she was willing to share
later. She would plunge a magically coated finger into four
vaginas that they hoped were fertile.

Some thought they ought to warn him of what had befallen his
predecessors. With six fingers and pantomimed corpses, they got
across the danger he was in. The man was alarmed until he
determined that his predecessors had not been killed but had just
died. Then he just shrugged, apparently thinking this was some
superstition of a backwards people. He chose a sex partner for
his sixth evening and in under a minute delivered his precious
fluid just where it was wanted.

A couple women wanted to watch over him that sixth night as he
slept, but he wanted to share neither his mat nor his hut.
Several women did stand vigil outside all night. At first light
of dawn, the one who first couldn't stand the suspense any longer
went in to investigate.

Like the others, he was dead.

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A few came back with gold. Most came back with none, and a few
others never came back at all. But whatever the odds, the dream
of riches is always enough to attract a few enterprising young
men.

Miguel and Juan were exploring from their base camp.

"Hey, look here!" said Miguel. "You have to see this!"

Juan quickly joined his friend.

"See through there? Through those bushes? It looks like there's a
big valley of some kind."

Juan said, "That is strange. I wonder what --"

As he came up beside his friend, the ground gave way beneath them
both. They struggled to find their footing, but the slope was
steep and getting steeper, they were tumbling, then there was a
sheer drop.

Juan groaned, checking for damage. Nothing serious.

"Miguel, are you OK?"

"I think I hurt my hand."

"Looks like it. Well, we wanted to see what was down here, and
now it looks like we'll get our chance. Wait, who's that?"

"Heck, they don't look like any of the other people around here.
They could be from Norway or something."

Three women hurried up the path. They babbled something, but it
certainly wasn't Spanish.

Juan replied in Spanish. The women babbled more. Spanish and
babbling, but no communication. Gestures would have to do.

They led the two young men down the trail. It got much less
steep. Lush plants appeared all around. They saw what looked like
bananas. They came to a settlement, with primitive huts here and
there, people hanging around, children playing. People stopped
what they were doing and looked.

The women led them to two neighboring huts and indicated one was
for each of them, and they took a brief look inside.

Miguel said, "Look at this -- these people have nothing. Are
these thatched roofs? Fabric walls? No furniture, just a pallet
on the ground to sleep on."

"Right, pretty primitive."

One of the young women rubbed her stomach, mimed eating, and
raised her hands palms up to indicate a question.

"What about you, Miguel. I'm not hungry myself."

"No, me neither." They shook their heads.

One of the women left, and one of the others sidled up to Miguel,
the other to Juan.

"Say, are these girls just being friendly?" said Juan.

They were smiling warmly, taking their arms, ushering each into
his hut.

"Um, no, I think it's more than that," said Miguel, just as he
disappeared behind the drapes that served as doors.

Inside, the girl with Juan turned to face him as he stood,
standing quite close. She had light blond hair and blue eyes,
quite attractive in her way. Actually, just plain quite
attractive.

Encouraged by her smile, he tentatively moved closer for a kiss.
She smiled but shied back from the offered kiss. Instead she ran
her hand up and down the front of his shirt, then placed one of
his hands on her breast.

Juan caressed it eagerly. His cock grew hard in his pants. The
girl noticed and began caressing the bulge. Juan's past
girlfriends had all insisted on taking things slow, but he was
delighted to follow this girl's lead on a faster timetable. He
moved his right hand down to the inside of her right thigh and
slid up and down but favored the "up" direction. Up under her
simple dress it made contact with the soft, hairy warmth of her
female place. She closed her eyes and smiled as he made a few
caresses of the kind he had learned girls like.

But within seconds she was lifting the dress over her head, then
playing with the buttons on his shirt. Juan quickly took his own
clothes off, his erection springing free.

The girl led him to the pallet and lay back, spreading her legs.
Things happened fast. He was aware of the blond hair lying every
which way around her head, the blue eyes and welcoming
expression, curves of breasts and hips, delicate arms and hands
caressing him, and down below silky-skinned thighs spread wide
apart. Between them, where they joined, was a mound, a small
patch of hair, and at the center of everything -- a welcoming
female slit. Delicate fingers held the lips apart as he lowered
his cock into position. He didn't have any rubbers, but if she
wasn't going to raise the issue he certainly wasn't. He had never
seen such a pure and unmistakable desire to get fucked. When he
placed his tip in the moist entryway the girl gave a little moan
of delight and desire. His first push left his cock tip
surrounded with alluring hot wetness. Little in and out strokes
made it feel even nicer, and on each instroke he shoved his cock
in a little farther. Soon he was in all the way. He could see the
outside of the sexy, eager girl, but it was even nicer that he
could feel the inside, hot and wet and tight. It felt fantastic.
He debated holding back, but this girl had wanted everything
quick so far and gave no indication of a different attitude now.
In under a minute his pleasure got more intense, more focused and
then burst in waves of fulfillment, while his cock pumped gobs of
sperm into the deep end of her pussy. He hadn't done anything to
see to her pleasure, but through the haze of his ecstasy he was
aware of a satisfied smile. It seemed she'd gotten what she
wanted.

He pulled out and sat back, smiling at the girl. She sat up, gave
him a somber expression as she stroked his cheek, then she was
up, getting dressed, and then she was gone.

He became aware of grunting from the other hut, followed shortly
by Miguel's moan of satisfaction. Clothed again, Juan left his
hut and stood looking around in the village. One woman walked by,
carrying a small baby on her hip. She gave him one furtive glance
but didn't stop. Shortly Miguel's girl emerged from his hut and
left, then Miguel appeared.

"That was the best pussy I've ever had," Juan said.

"Yeah, for me too. It may be poor and backward here, but the
people sure are friendly."

Two women appeared bearing some sort of flat bread, fruit, and
gourds of liquid.

"Now I'm hungry," said Miguel.

Juan was too. They sat on a log bench and the women knelt before
them, holding the meal so the next bite or swallow was readily at
hand.

"What service!" said Miguel.

"Delicious," said Juan.

"Mmmm," said Miguel as he chewed.

As they ate a half dozen young women appeared and stood watching.

"Do you get the feeling they're waiting to get fucked too?" Juan
asked.

As soon as they had made it clear they were done eating and the
women had withdrawn with the remaining food, one of the half
dozen stepped forward, pointed to Miguel's crotch and then her
own crotch. She then thrust one finger into the curled fingers of
her other hand, then spread her hand to indicate all six of the
waiting girls. Then she put her hands on her belly and moved them
outward to indicate an enlargement.

"Holy shit," murmured Miguel. "They all want to get pregnant and
we get to choose."

One of the girls pointed at the bulge growing in Juan's pants and
laughed softly.

"OK, I'll take her," he said.

Miguel chose one of the others and they led their girls to their
respective huts.

Juan's girl was a little chunkier than his first one. She avoided
eye contact, but seemed just as eager and made herself available
for the fucking just as quickly. He had trouble penetrating her,
though, and when his cock tip did force its way in she winced
once. So she was a virgin? A virgin who wanted to get pregnant!
Juan was eager to do his part. He fucked away, feeling that all
was right with the world. He lasted a lot longer because he'd
just come an hour earlier. Maybe he shouldn't think of it as
"lasting", given what these girls seemed to want. That thought
made him attend to a little urgent itch in his loins, to feed it
and indulge it, delicious pleasure growing towards a resolution
-- and then his cock spasmed as he delivered his load, his brain
fogged out with pleasure, spiced up a bit with the knowledge he
had just deflowered an eager virgin and was hopefully
impregnating her.

After a brief rest he went went outside his hut and found Miguel
lounging around. The four other girls waited.

"Look at that," said Juan.

"Yeah, you up for another one? I'm a bit tuckered out myself."

"Yeah, me too."

"We should be getting back out of here, anyway."

They got across to the attending women that they wanted to go
back up out of the valley, but they shook their heads.

It was quickly apparent they couldn't climb up out of the valley
the way they had come in, so they hiked downstream. Cliffs rose
steeply on both sides. The four women followed at a respectful
distance.

 The two men decided to find out more about the place they had
literally fallen into.
Juan tried engaging a couple men who ambled by slowly, but they
just smiled and made no attempt communicate. They observed other
men sitting in groups off the main path. The women stepped
forward to tell them about the men. He and Miguel got the
astonishing answer that none of them could get erections or had
the slightest interest in the women sexually.

After they had been walking for some time, Juan pantomimed
leaving again, pointing in various directions.

Their spokesperson looked somber as she conveyed her message. She
indicated they could not leave. Then she pantomimed sleep --
fucking -- the sun moving across the sky -- the number six --
fucking -- and then leaving. Leaving consisted of following a
winding trail she sketched in the air.

Juan confirmed the message with hand signs.

Miguel said, "If we stay six days and do our best to make them
all pregnant, then they'll show us the way out."

Juan said, "Six days -- we'll be way behind schedule."

"Yeah, and I hope our stuff is still where we left it. On the
other hand, we weren't likely to find anything. I'd say we've
found our own kind of gold here."

"I guess." Juan asked if they could leave in three days. The
woman shook her head. He got across the idea that they might just
leave whether they were invited to or not. She shrugged, then
indicated that the path out was very hard to find.

After more exploring and resting and sign language inquiries,
they were offered an evening meal, just as satisfying and
delicious as the other.

Juan caught sight of a girl walking by who grabbed his interest.
She was beautiful. Her path took her quickly out of sight.

As evening was coming on, Juan figured he was up for another
impregnation.

"I wonder which one of us is going to do the short one," Miguel
said.

Juan laughed. He'd been wondering the same thing. The girl was
small on top, big on the bottom, and had a kind of creepy
expression.

"Well, a girl wants to get pregnant, I'm inclined to do my bit.
I've got an idea."

He led her into the hut as dusk was falling. When she was naked
he put her in doggy position. She readily complied, and he fucked
her the old-fashioned mammalian way. There's the butt, there's
the cunt, fuck it in. She was as hot and wet inside as any other
girl. Fuck her hard, fuck her fast, and when the ducts and glands
inside start twitching, fuck her very deep, deliver the load, and
make her pregnant. As soon as the delivery is complete, slide
out. He would never have to look at her again. Easy as pie.

The next day the two unfucked girls from the day before were
joined by four more.

Later, when Juan had fucked a girl and given her what she wanted,
he noticed she went into another hut. As the seconds went by, he
found himself getting more and more curious, so he went in to see
what was up. To his surprise, he saw four unfamiliar girls on
their backs on a couple mats, legs apart, pussies exposed. The
girl he had just inseminated was squatting beside the first, who
was holding her pussy lips open. His recent mate reached up
inside her own pussy and put the finger into the new girl. It
sort of made sense. He and Miguel could only get it up and
produce sperm a few times a day, and they were going to leave
after six days.

Then one of the girls saw him. Amid the general consternation
there were a few giggles. Two of the girls spread their legs for
him and gave him an alluring smile as they took the offered
finger up the vagina. A third stayed huddled with hands around
her knees, looked at him and started crying. The other girls made
sympathetic noises, and one motioned for Juan to leave.

The two men strolled, feeling incredibly manly and powerful.
Miguel said, "Why do we have to just fuck the ones who offer. Why
not the others too?"

Juan described the scene in the other hut.

Miguel said, "Well, that's what they want, but it's our choice,
right?"

"True. And besides -- if they want to finger the stuff out and
put it in someone else, they can do that no matter where we spurt
it!"

This possibility was pantomimed, and the women made the
reasonable point that sperm delivered that way was much less
likely to do its job.

They reached a compromise... They could pick the girls they liked
if they promised not to come inside them and instead save their
sperm for one of the hopeful mothers-to-be. And they each did
that once. Each took two girls into his hut and had them lie
naked on the mat side by side. The cute one got fucked hard with
enthusiasm, while the plain fertile one got to be a cum dump at
the last minute.

Then Juan spied the gorgeous girl -- the one who had haunted him.
He caught up with her and indicated his desire. She smiled, but
shook her head -- apologetically, it seemed. She had the right to
say no, of course... But no other girl had refused his
attentions, and there were no other men around who could get it
up or cared to give her any sexual attention at all. When he
didn't leave, the girl hurried off, motioning him to follow. She
found another girl to talk with in their strange tongue, then
they found an older woman who came up to Juan to deliver the
message. It was quite simple. The girl was having her period.

Juan didn't care. He wanted her anyway. After some more back and
forth, the girl sighed and indicated her agreement. By this time
a half dozen other girls had gathered who seemed to be teasing
her somehow. But the bleeding beauty led Juan downstream, and the
others didn't follow. At some distance she stopped at a spot
beside the stream and lay back with legs spread to offer herself.
Juan didn't immediately take the offer. He caressed her, kissed
her, and studied the hauntingly beautiful face. She wouldn't hold
his gaze for long. After fifteen minutes of this delicious play,
Juan felt it was time for consummation. He saw the blood on her
nether lips as he mounted her, and as he plunged in, a surge of
blood oozed out. His shaft when he withdrew partway was covered
in the brownish-red stuff. Period sex wasn't something he
actively desired, but he didn't mind. He stopped looking at that
part and instead studied the upper part of the girl laid out on
the leaves underneath him. The beauty... astonishing. The
bleeding pussy hugged him just as tight and hot as any other
pussy. After a good long while of delicious build-up, he finally
let loose and creamed the insides of his goddess.

After he withdrew he lay beside her and caressed her. She soon
got up, waded into the stream, and rinsed off her thighs and
pussy. Juan thought that wasn't a bad idea and waded in himself
to cleanse his own bloody genitals.

They returned upstream to the main settlement.

Some women, including some with gray hair and wrinkles, wanted to
come to admire his organ. He didn't mind letting them look and
stroke and caress. It usually got stiff. In a community of
several hundred people, it was one of only two that got hard.
Hard penises are a vital part of the human life cycle, so it made
sense that when they were in short supply they would be
worshiped.  One woman indicated she'd like to lick it, and he
didn't object.

Miguel and Juan talked about it and decided they'd like to stay
more than six days. Maybe 30 or 60, giving them time to try to
impregnate all the women who wanted babies. Maybe stay
indefinitely.

When they conveyed this to the young women they were with, the
women looked startled, ran off and came back with the first two
they had seen. After an intense conversation in their strange
language, one indicated that yes, they were welcome to stay more
than 6 days. They could stay as long as they liked. Juan couldn't
figure out why they seemed so conflicted about it. He thought
they'd be happy -- having an unlimited supply of sperm to make
new babies.

On the fourth day, Juan noticed a change in the women, and it
became more pronounced on the fifth. The women who wanted sex
smiled less and rarely looked at their faces. Most wanted it from
the rear. But a few women, including the original two, spent even
more time with them. The taller one gave him back rubs, slid the
tastiest morsels of fruit directly into his mouth, and
passionately returned his kisses. She looked at Juan lovingly as
she caressed him, and just as lovingly when he caressed her. She
offered to sleep the night with him, but he didn't like that
idea.

The sixth day was much the same. The ones who wanted babies
presented their rear ends, and as soon as the delivery was made,
they left with at most a furtive smile. The few women who spent
time with him and Miguel were loving and attentive -- it was a
man's dream. But there was a certain seriousness to it. Juan had
liked it better before when life was a stream of smiling girls
who kept smiling as they got fucked face to face.

He sought out the goddess again -- to just look at and caress.
She smiled a few times but he could tell it was forced. Thinking
ahead, he hoped she'd be enthusiastic for sex once her period was
over. If there was one girl he might like to sleep beside at
night, it might be her...

As he was getting ready to sleep on the sixth day, the tall one
started to seduce him. He'd come just a couple hours before, and
would have been happy to wait until morning, but she seemed to
really want it, and he didn't mind. He screwed her with
enthusiasm, she left with a kiss, and he turned over to sleep
with a smile on his face.

As he drifted off he thought dreamily of the choice of pussies he
could invade the next day. This was the life!

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Months turned to years. But Miguel and Juan were the last men to
fall into the valley of the Smiths.

The last of the old crop of boys grew to men. None could get
erections, and none had any interest in the girls.

But there was the 6-year gap, the years with no babies at all.
Then there were 45 younger children, all born within a year of
each other. Most had brown eyes. Twenty-four of them were boys.
Joy had spread through the valley when a mother reported an
erection in her small infant's little organ. And then they
waited. All 24 boys kept getting erections, as best they could
tell.

Children learn about their future life by observing the adults
around them. Boys learn what they will become by watching men.
These boys observed the big boys getting mellow and relaxed. They
saw girls flirting with them, saw the big boys ignoring it, and
assumed they would do the same as they got older. Like kids
everywhere, they all learned sooner or later how babies are made
and they judged it was either gross or else just boring. In their
case they heard the additional tidbit that babies didn't get made
any more. Their fathers were these few mysterious men who had
fallen in from above, and then all died after six days. The boys'
penises got stiff now and then, and for some reason the women all
thought this was amazing.

When the oldest ones neared puberty, all the valley women were
waiting. The boys did start looking at the girls differently.
When an intrepid 11-year-old got down on the ground to look up
under a girl's dress, the older women could barely contain their
excitement. When the boys started teasing their girl peers about
their growing boobs, the women felt warmth inside. Some of the
girls were confused by this behavior, because they'd seen nothing
like it among adults or older kids. But the women assured them
with beaming smiles that all was well.

When 12-year-old John was caught rubbing his stiff penis while
spying on 12-year-old Anne as she bathed, he was given perhaps
the most gentle, pro forma chiding in history. He was told that
he could spy on any of the hundreds of young women of age 19 and
older. He could spy on them naked if he really wanted, but they
would be delighted to get naked right in front of him, and
delighted if he would rub his penis while they watched. But
mutual touching was also suggested, and he was soon encouraged to
plunge that penis up between their legs, into their bodies. He
agreed this was really what he wanted to do more than anything.
He could thrust it up there over and over until he got a good
feeling. The women all thought that was fantastic. He became
aware of a little fluid oozing out during that good feeling, and
then more of it. Women were for some reason eager to watch him
masturbate too. They gasped with delight when they saw milky
blobs shoot out the end of his prick.

The other boys developed the same urges. Knowing what John had
started doing, they didn't need to spy on their classmates
bathing. As soon as they formulated the fantasy or desire to see
a girl naked, to kiss her, to explore her body, they found
hundreds of young women eager for that kind of attention and
more. More than anything, they wanted a boy to lie on them, stick
his penis between their legs and up into their bodies, and thrust
in and out until he felt satisfied. And the boys readily decided
that was their favorite sexy thing thing too. And shortly after
the stuff John spurted turned creamy instead of clear, young
women started missing periods They were delighted to feel sick to
their stomachs -- they were delighted all around. A trickle of
babies rapidly grew to a flood within a couple years. The Smiths
would go on living in their valley indefinitely.

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Along with the creation story of how Patience and Elijah fell
into the valley from above, there was now the story of the baby
gap. It was the story of a plague that eliminated from all the
men both the interest and ability to do anything sexual with
women. It was the story of 17 men who had fallen from above, each
to live through exactly five nights. And it was the story of
their miraculous 24 sons who had eventually restored the
equilibrium.

The moral was that the desire of men to penetrate and ejaculate
inside women was never to be taken for granted. If a man wanted
to screw a girl, her training was that she'd better say yes
unless she had a very good reason. It didn't matter if he
insulted her and phrased it as a desire to make her a cum dump.
Women were cum dumps, among other things, and no one should
forget the miracle that regularly gave men stiff penises that
could puncture women's bodies, along with the willingness to make
that puncture and to dump their cum where it would start babies.

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